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Rated: 18+ · Interactive · Adult · #1712044
A strange beam transforms Karen's TV remote into a size-changing device
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Chapter #5

...we decided to head out

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“Let’s go for a mom’s night out, ha?”

And both Deidre and Karen agreed. This would defiantly strengthen their friendship.
After rolling up Deidre’s shirt above her chubby belly from a short shot of growth, the two moms went giggling out into Deidre's car with bags and purses, driving to the shopping mall to get some proper clothing.


Driving there, Karen got a little frisky, and shot Deidre with a little bit of growth which made her pants’ button pop open and close the control of the car in a few seconds. She shrieked by surprise followed up by laughter as she had to adjust her driving to her new bigger feet, head and hands.



At the shopping center, Both of the girlfriends laughed while walking into the shoe shop, Deidre telling Karen how much of a bitch she was for making her feet all crammed up in her shoes as it pinched her poor feet now.


Inside the shop, Deidre sat on a bench and hastily took off her tight footwear, resting nice and relaxed as she spread out her big, bare, ebony feet across the carpet. The shop assistant looked a bit worried at Deidre's huge, wrinkled soles, as Deidre laid back and enjoyed her feet's freedom, stretching her wiggling toes who finally could breath freely again.
The mothers had a blast looking at the many sizes, colors and forms the shop had to offer, trying on different pairs with complimenting comments of how gorgeous the other one's shoes looked.
Doing one of the try-outs, Deidre shot Karen with another growth shot, as the shop assistant was about to put on a pair of shoes. Deidre tried to hide her giggling as the shop assistant struggled to stuff Karen’s feet inside the now smaller size, complete confused by the outcome as toes and heels simply would not go in, much to Karen’s satisfaction, oddly enough.



The mothers bought shoe way beyond what their foot size was now, but they knew that it would come in handy later. As they walked out in their new pair of large footwear, shoe bags in hand and several houndred dollars spent, they headed for out to buy some new pants and shirts.

They had fooled around with the size remote a bit too much, and now their clothes were a bit too skimpy, as both their stomachs were now on show, belly button hanging out and all, Deidre’s being the most paunchy one of the two, and their racks had stretched mightley out which had created big cleavage windows and flesh-digging, tight bras. The short sleeved, pants-torn, stretched girls walked inside the clothing store, and began to marvel over all the different kinds of garment they had.



Hours were spent with trying dresses, pants, panties, bras, shirts and swimsuits in the changing room, only for then to growing out of them as the other shot the size remote at the modeling mom. They laughed and squealed as their boobs bulged over the cup’s size, or a shirt’s button popped open from their plump chest and belly, or when pants ripped behind them from their thick, expanding asses.

These middle-aged heifers had a blast, busting heaps of clothing with their growing, fat thighs, sagging mom boobs, fat-tire stomachs and soft, big bottoms. Laughing together in the mirror as the pointed at themselves wearing panties that barely covered their hairy, fat pussies. Jumping up and down to see how long it took for their huge breasts to pop out from skinny bras that hardly could hold their huge, dark nipples alone.

They stopped at some point when the changing room got too small as they began poking a bit over its walls. Walking out with large XXXL sizes leaving behind a giant pile of tortured, ruined clothes that had lost the fight to contain thee mommies.

The cashier was shocked to see the 7.5 feet tall elderly women walk up to her, looking sweetly down at her from their big, O-cup titties as they handed over the stuff they wanted to buy.



Everyone was shocked now by the sight of these two amazons, and after a trip to the jewelry store and beauty shop, they both looked like queens striding down the aisle.

High above the average shopper, Karen confidently strolled, wearing large black laced sandals, like the Greek goddess she was. They snuggly embraced her big, 15 inches long feet, its nails painted crimson red just like her lips and fingernails. Traveling up her long, pale legs, whose width only got thicker as it reached her neck-choking thighs, a pair of nice, blue shorts strapped around her broad, fat bottom, which was three times as wide as her head, and twice the wide as her shoulders. Separating her shorts and shirt was a slight midriff, showing the start of her soft, three-pregnancy-stretched, white belly. The midriff was mostly her red shirt’s fault, as much of it’s fabric was used to contain her bloated, mommy milkers, which were so heavy and big that despite her large, black bra holding them back from swinging wildly around, they still bounced noticeable with each step she made and poked mightily through the fabric with her big, round nipples protrude out. A white, pearl necklace swung around her neck, two gold bracelets on her right hand, black sunglasses and diamond earrings hidden beneath her brown, Karen hair, making her look like a giant milf with all her make-up too.

Deidre however was a bit of a chubbier, black mother, and growing this tall had only made her heavier to contain clothing wise. Flip flops were the only footwear that was big enough to fit her enormous, black feet whose white-nailed toes still went over the edge of the footwear's soles. Along her chubby, chocolate legs were a pair of blue, only-groin-covering, small denim shorts that adorned her vast mummy bottom which was way beyond three head sizes wide as Deidre had been eating healthy amounts of food through her years. Due to this, you could clearly see the strings of her leopard underwear, digging into her vast, dark hips, and a slight patch of curly, black pubic hair poking up above her low hanging zipper, behind her was two compressed ass cheeks sticking up and bulging over the rim of the shorts. Higher up was Deidre big gut which hung out a hand-size away in front of her and was exposed to the public all the way up to inches above her narrow, fat-swallowed belly button, which she had gotten pierced with diamonds. It was a good, soft, paunchy mommy gut, that bounced up and down with it’s wobbling, mommy fat at each footstep Deidre took, and she was proud of it. Her large boobs were strained with a matching leopard bra like her panties, and covering the package was a nice, stylish, black top with a wide, open collar to show off her big, bulging cleavage. Deidre had bought a black choker, big, golden, circle earrings and black sunglasses like Karen's, together with rosy red paint on her fingernails and her thick, ebony lips.



The girls laughed all the way out of the shopping center, making fun of how small everyone was and gossiped about the cute boys they passed by, licking their lips as indecent thought made their overgrown womanhood tingle.

Where should they head off next?

You have the following choices:

1. Go to the beach

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2. Go out clubbing

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