Her mom took a small sip, wanting to test the taste, but quickly grimaced and pulled the cup away from her mouth. “Ugh, that’s not very good at all,” she said. “Oh well. Like I said, have you seen my other bra?” She then went over to Crystal’s dresser and began poking through her daughter’s collection of AA-cups. If one of her mother’s monster bras had been in there, it would have stood out pretty obviously.
“No, it’s not in here mom,” Crystal said, moving forward to take the cup back from her and usher her out of the room. If her measurements had been right, her mom had only sipped about a quarter of it. There was still plenty left over for Crystal to use.
Just then Crystal’s mom burped and stopped what she was doing with an odd look on her face. “Oh my,” she murmured.
One of Crystal’s greatest nightmares was coming true in that moment. Her mom was about 5’6”, average height, but much taller than her daughter. Her body was overdeveloped in a way that led a lot of people to believe that she’d undergone extensive plastic surgery, but Crystal knew that it was all lucky genetics. Genetics that had apparently passed her by.
To Crystal’s horror, her mom was visibly growing. The stretched out yoga pants she was wearing creaked as they filled out, stretching the seams while the lower hems crept up her calfs. The sports bra she was wearing, while incredibly impressive, was quickly overflowing as her Kim’s cleavage forced its way up and out, creating a mesmerizing line of flesh and a dangerous wobble. By the time Crystal was able to make eye contact, her mom had risen up easily to 6 ft tall before her growth came to a stop.
Crystal could only stare, eyes wide. Her mom was always big, but now she was huge. Taller than she had any right to be, and curvier than ever. Her impressive hourglass figure had reached a point of exaggeration that it didn’t even look physically possible.
“Well, that’s strange,” her mom said, trying to stay calm while resting a hand on an expanded hip.
“Can I have that cup back?” Crystal finally asked.
Her mom looked around the room, gazed at her overinflated form and then looked down at her daughter. “No,” she answered simply, before turning and leaving Crystal’s room.
Crystal was shocked. All her planning and it had gone so badly. She had to fix this.
She marched out of the room, determined to catch up to her mom and figure out a way to grow herself too.
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