The sight of your mother, who usually isn't that tall, who hasn't been taller than you since middle school this big is one of the most intimidating things you've ever seen! It doesn't help that you haven't had that much time to adjust to your new size yet, but her extreme size, mixed with her extreme speed and her unintentional yet overwhelming power leaves you too scared to move!
You stare wordlessly at your mother, mouth agape. She's dressed casually, only in shorts and a t-shirt, and even at your scale you can tell that this doesn't include a bra. It must be another lazy sunday for her. But then why is she here in your room this early? You can't even tell what she's looking at, her breasts serving to block any view of her face. Suddenly, as if answering you request, Mom leans forward slightly, giving you a small view of the top of her face. However, you still can't tell what her intentions are.
"Do something." You mutter. "I-I need to do something!" You try to motivate yourself into action!
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