You admire the plump swollen huge tits resting on top of Millers round pregnant belly with just a bit of spreading out occurring from the raw weight of her tits. Barely able to ignore the puffy grey nipples resting at the ends to compliment the engorged veins running along her tits as you place your hands behind her heat to give her own reflection a little shake of the shoulders to make those orbs sway and rock along with her big tummy jutting out, "Gehehe booooobies, h-her boobies are freaking massive~!" you shout out, stopping to see the fat wobble for a bit more while her puffy pink lips between the thighs quiver from the little exposure, shimmying to the side to get a good look at her chunky wide ass with the little divots here there as you plap the sides of her palms against the sides of her cheeks to press them together, "And this ass...M-Mrs Miller if only you knew how many of us admired your chunky butt in class gehehe t-this totally makes up for getting rocked by trent and his gang of lil turds....pfft" you giggle, hearing her older voice rasp from your own youthful energy as a idea creeps into the back of your head. Making her plump warm lips spread across her soft face till the corners wrinkle up.
"Hrmn...t-though I will deal with them later, for noooooow..." you say, trailing your eyes across the mirror to her standing wardrobe. "Why dont I do a little self healing or stuff and see what you got in the closet you boobie monster~!...pfft sorry for calling your mom a boobie monster heh." you giggle, patting her tummy and flicking her puffy nipple in turn making your shoulders jerk from the tingling sensation before waddling up to the wardrobe, enjoying the sensation of her long curly dark hair sway and bounce against her back with a light wobble of her tits resting on her tummy while her normally pink and fair skin get a bit of a pale hue from being possessed and used as a toy by your young mind. Just noticing the feeling of her baby sloshing around in the gut though...it didnt feel all to weird to her muscle memory, not as weird as your boyish gait thats unnatural to her wider motherly hips and the stiff straightness to your posture making her gut and tits hut out more, only breaking when you lean over to grab the wardrobe handles and swing it open to be blasted by a gust of sweet air from her clothes drowning in her detergent.
"Open sesame!!!! w-woah..." you shout from swinging the doors open leaving your arms out stretched and gripping the handles while soaking in the vast array of clothes she has hung up and heels crammed in there. Some being nice cute creme and white hued button ups your used to seeing her wear to school along with the dark pencil skirts, some floral dresses and even cozy sweaters paired with jeans. "Uwaaah haha Miller, your clothes are kind of plain but where is your weirder schtuff ge-oh?" you stammer, spotting one of the outfits, a milky white and thin leotard possible from before getting the bun in the often and weight gain that sure wouldnt fit. Next is something....that is also from prior to her pregnancy and way out of character from the kind of wholesome miller you know, a purple micro-bikini with cups big enough to cover the nubs of her nipples at best., "Gehehe jack and pot baby~!"
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