"Now then let me make you a fresh breakfast." Vanilla said. "I'll clean up here while you go down to the kitchen and I'll be in to make you breakfast in a minute."
"Okay, mommy." Cream replied.
She left her room, true to her previous confidence, in spite of her breasts massive size she was strong enough to carry them with ease and with a little use of her flights to manoeuvre was able to get downstairs with minimum awkwardness.
More awkward was sitting at the kitchen table, the sheer volume of her breasts meant that she was either more than an arm's length away from the table or her breasts were squished up uncomfortably against the edge.
Eventually she managed to manoeuvre herself into a position where she could reach the table comfortably but by that point she was as much laying forward on her breasts as she was sitting in the chair.
Vanilla was soon down after her daughter and got to work whipping up a tasty breakfast for her darling girl.
As Cream sat there letting the smell of breakfast walked over her she...
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Option one: fantasized about what life with such big breasts would be like.
option two: got very hungry she was a growing girl after all.
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