As soon as she was finished, your hips spread far. Originally, they were about a foot and a half wide. Now, they were at least 2 1/4 feet wide. Also, your breasts grew outward as well. Originally, they were about a C cup. Now, they were a DD cup. You nearly staggered under the weight.
"Mom, I can't carry these around while I clean," you complain. Then you pause. Even though you were a girl, you still liked girls. You counted yourself lucky, then continued, "they'll just get in the way."
"Well, that was the way I had to clean," then she snickered, "well, maybe not that much." Then she got a inspirational face, then said, "Oh, I forgot something. I wish you were pregnant for, oh, 6 months."
"MOM," then you felt something, like a stomach ache, then a weight go onto your stomach. You look down to see your belly had expanded to be a pregnant belly. "This is so messed up you tell yourself."
Apparently, you spoke to loudly because then your mother said, "Fine. I wish that you were really horny too." Then you felt it. Then, just when you thought it wouldn't get worse, she said, "I wish you were really horny for the fact you having your baby."
Then you scream, "MOM, WHAT THE HELL. HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE." Then you felt it. You really wanted to realease your breast milk onto at least something and give birth."
"Well," your mom said grinning, "you better get cleaning."
You begin to walk off when you turn around and ask, "What about my sister."
Your mother says, "Don't worry about it." Then she walks off.
You are left there alone, desperatly wanting to feel birth and release your milk. The only feelings challenging that is to clean. What do you do?