Maddie and Her Mother
Summery: A girl discovers she isn't the only one obsessed with her expansion pills she bought online. . .
Morph by femalemorphlover
She didn’t expect the pills to work—not so well, not at her job interview. Fortunately, Maddie thought she’d made a great impression regardless. If anything, her new boobs were a little too friendly. “Oh my God. They’re so big!” She’d gone from flat to full-bodied while en route. Each were grapefruit-sized when she opened the door to her mother’s house.
“Mom, please don’t be home. Please. They aren’t stopping. She can’t see―she’ll know if she sees!'” Her mother, Anne, confiscated the pills citing their ‘untested, questionable’ status. Maddie went to her grandmother’s chest in the attic where holiday presents were historically hidden and retrieved the pills the very next day. Her mother didn’t get it, and Maddie was tired of having boob envy all the time. It had to end. If she was too crabby about busty customers or employees, she’d be fired right away. She had to change herself somehow. And she did―dramatically.
Feet tepidly approached a full-length mirror. She was big and getting bigger, according to her reflection. In a button-down top they looked huge! It wasn’t long before Maddie’s chest formed a shelf. “Should I have taken so many? Three a day for best results, right? Ahh! This top feels like a cage! It’s stretching around me. . .” She whisper-shrieked. Second by second, each boob fled away from her torso; squishy, unstoppable forces. Fearful head swiveling, she found a note on the drawer. It read ‘gone to store. Be back with dinner soon. Love mom’.
Maddie’s lips tightened. Almost a grin. “Mom’s not home. . .” She felt her tits tingle as they eked out another spurt of growth. Her buttons groaned. Fear of her mother gone, she turned back to the mirror and struck a pose, accentuating her girly growths. They were fevered and warm when she palmed their tops. Each exceeded her head for size, floating nearly a foot from her body. Stitches in her top were starting to pop. Music to her ears. “If mom’s not here, I can have a little fun, right?” Short-sighted as it was, Maddie thought only of inflating. She studied her body. “I’m actually pretty hot, huh? Whoa, look’it me!” Her shoulders sank back, countering the weight gain in her front. Compared to her petite frame, her knockers were gourds; traffic stoppers, gaining globes. They entirely filled her shirt from collar to tucked-in slacks. She was finally busty like her family and friends—the bustiest. Now, people would envy her. After being flat for so long, owning a pair of button-torturing titty turrets felt glorious. Swiveling side to side, they clapped each other and swung deliciously till tension was lost around her collar and the top button failed. Maddie cackled diabolically. One button down, just a few more to go.
“Maddie? Madeline!” Her mother’s voice? Maddie spun, gazongas floating around a full second after, still plumping as if rushing toward the older woman. Anne scowled, purse on her shoulder. Fear rushed back into Maddie―mother hadn’t left yet! Not good. There was no hiding her rack, though she palmed it neurotically, wishing to feel it shrinking while she fattened and swelled. Wrinkles pulled taut around her milk chambers. They reached watermelon size, at last, shuddering, duvet shelves. Mother and daughter locked eyes.
Then, nearly imperceptible, Anne’s gaze faltered. Maddie caught it. It made her grin. Her mom’s cheeks were flushed and the effort to not watch Maddie’s body bloat into absurdity was carving wrinkle lines into Anne’s flawless skin. At that point, Maddie took note of her beautiful mother’s stressed physiology and gawked at her mother’s chest. “What’s happening to us?” Anne hissed. Maddie realized she hadn’t been the only one experimenting. Her mother stole some of the pills! The growth slowly pulled out the wrinkles on Anne’s silk top, glutting her tits to new, amazing sizes. Anne had G cups to start with, so her growth catapulted in the direction of Maddie’s size with a substantial head start. “Guess chest envy is more genetic than cup size, huh mom?” Maddie smirked. Anne panicked before her, pink in the cheeks, endowed in the bust. Maddie giggled at her mother’s panic. “I’ll order more and we can share, but only if I get to stay bigger.” Anne paused, grinning, and nodded.
Her mother hadn’t cared about the safety of the pills at all. What she feared was that they might work too well. Now that they were both busty beyond compare, and the promise of even larger size was there, Anne brightened and embraced her daughter. “I love you,” she said as a child might when receiving a present. “And you can be bigger. . . but only by a little.”
They giggled together, a bond formed by their secret jealousies and mutually expanding jugs. Maddie already couldn’t wait for the next shipment to arrive.
