Dream Developments - Part Six

Still struggling to not howl and blubber like an overly emotional teenager I apparently make too much noise, my tear-filled eyes watching as the older woman slowly begins to remove her top, pausing as she sees me.

Her somewhat pudgy fingers grasp at the bottom of a long black night shirt, the hem inching up slowly as it reveals her soft squishy thighs and her hips breedable hips. The waistband of her maroon grannie panties sink into her soft hip cleavage, the supple flesh being easily manipulated by the slightly too small set of underwear.

Her stomach in relatively flat, a slight pouch of flat resting along her abdomen. Silvery jagged marks run around her belly, the stretch marks appearing to shimmer against her other warm and glowing skin.

The dark fabric lifts the heavy chest hidden beneath, the massive sagging mounds rising more and more and likely blocking the woman's sight of her own body beneath her. It's hard to work out who's chest is really bigger between myself and the older woman, the massive drooping milk scas being difficult to compare to my own immensely youthful and perky rack. They may be large sheerly in mass, but their loose and sagging nature combined with the baggy top makes my own bust appear far superior.

As I begin to see the first few glimpses of under boob I yelp in surprise, the older woman jumping in her seat in shock. Her head whips around to stare at me, a set of frightened deep sea green eyes gazing at me from the couch.

Her face begins to burn a red crimson, the embarrassment gripping her as her hands halt their erotic club with her shirt. Her face is gorgeous, much like my own, though the passing of time is all too apparent. Slight wrinkles creep in from the corners of her eyes, her twitching mouth revealing creases around her cheeks.

"W...who...who are..." I whimper, the tears rolling down my own dimpled cheeks growing heavier as I feel myself lose more and more of my grip over my emotions. I had things handled, but the moment the words started to leave my mouth in my new sweet and delicate voice all my mental fortitude comes crashing down.

"I..." Croaks the older woman, her voice sounding faintly similar to my own as the familial relation is hammered home.

Without so much as finishing her sentence she leaps to her feet, her lower body jiggling as she winces at the intrusive sensations. Forgetting to so much as let go of the long and loose top she quickly races away from the open plan living room, stumbling and bumping into practically everything on the way to kitchen ad the door beside it.

Her wide hips and thick ass appear to be entirely new to her, the flabby protrusions colliding with the arm of the white suede sofa and the short divider sitting behind it. As she passes through what could only be called the open dining room, really being the space between my room and the kitchen, her rolling hips smack into the ornate and expensive-looking wooden table.

My eyes are soon drawn to her soft and flabby behind, the thick mounds of fat seeming to jiggle and wobble well after the woman finishes each of her steps. Her maroon panties are practically consumed by the voluminous flesh, a shudder running down my new spine as I get a glimpse of my body's potential overly curvy future.

"Fuck...stupid..." She huffs, whimpering almost as much as myself as she practically dives to the doorway near the black marble countertops at the far corner of the room.

The white door slams shut with a loud click, the lock on the other side coming down as the older woman tries to get some semblance of privacy without her 'daughter' watching.

My vision is blurred through the sea of tears cascading from my eyes, each whimper defeated moan only adding to my blubbering. It feels so far beyond my control, despite years of being able to easily keep a handle on my emotions I suddenly felt like they were the ones behind the wheel.

I stumble and mince my way towards the door the older wan ran through, not knowing what else to do. My slender hands quiver and shake, fluttering between holding my jiggling voluminous chest and wiping my eyes in an attempt to stem the tide of tears.

To the left of my room rests a small living room space, carved out from the rest of the apartment by a short plant-filled divider. Ferns and ivy act as a pseudo wall, a mass of living matter that blocks at least some of the living room from the outside observer as well as giving the plain white room a little sense of life.

The wide white sofa rests up against the little wall, hidden behind the bright white surface. It faces a massive flat screen on the opposite wall, the massive tv appearing to hover weightlessly over a small shelf built into the wall as well. A set of speakers flank the screen, with another set resting either side of the sofa in an effort to make a little home cinema.

The wall of my room and another across from it enclose the living space, turning it into a rather cozy little nook.

I weep loudly as I stumble past the plant to my left and the dining table to my right, my hips popping with my shrunken stride as I feel a taut and plush weight behind me jiggle along with every step.

"I'm... I'm a..." I blubber, my sentence falling away as my sweet and gentle voice collapse into a loud and saddened cry.

Ahead of me is a large door with a chain lock handing beside it. To the left are two more doors in the space flanking the living space. One appears to be to some sort of closet or the smallest room imaginable, the other to parts unknown.

To my right rests the rather fancy kitchen, the black marble countertops being covered in all manner of expensive and modern appliances. Stainless steel and perfect crisp clean ceramics line the countertop, the space feeling more like a showroom than an actual house.

The cupboards both above and below hand open, the spaces within lacking any sign of habitation. No food, no cookware, not even a speck of dust rest inside the abundant storage space.

Reaching the little closet first I tentatively pull it open, my sad cries growing louder as my slender upper arms brushes the side of my breast and squishes it inside my teal top.

Inside I find a small laundry, the washer and dryer having been stacked atop one another. Some small shelves to the sides lay bare, the space being reserved for linens and laundry detergent.

Suddenly I'm met with the sound of keys jingling in the front door, my fluttering heart skipping a beat as I whip my head around to see who was there. My thick mass of brown hair whips about with me, blocking my vision for a moment as the front door swings open violently.

Through the gaps in the thick veil of hair I watch as a towering ghostly pale redhead in her late thirties staggers into the apartment, a small handcart trailing behind her as it and her slender arms overflow with paper and plastic bags.

Water drips from what would have otherwise been a chin-length mass of curly fiery locks, the torrential rain outside having flattened the bouncy playful do down as it clings to her pasty face.

Her clothing appears equally waterlogged but protectively so, with a thick black jacket covering her down to her knees along with a thick pair of blue jeans and a set of heavy leather boots.

Despite being hidden beneath the heavy clothes her slender and rather flat frame is all too apparent, her body seeming to lack even a single curve. Her face however is rather striking, with high cheek bones and a large hooked nose acting as a resting place for a tiny set of rounded and misty glasses.

"Darlin'?" coos a sweet and chirpy voice, the words sounding unsure as the redhead jumps at the sound of it. " 'ave ya had 'nough time ta..." she begins to ask, pausing as she locks her shimmering hazel eyes to my youthful top-heavy form.

Her thin lips twist into a delighted grin, the cart behind being dragged into the apartment as she kicks the door closed behind her.

"There she is!" She squeals, racing over as she drops her bags to the floor. Her hands grasp my shoulders, the rather hefty height difference between the two of us needing a moment to sink in. She is easily over six feet tall even without the boots giving her an extra inch or two. I'm forced to crane my head up, my weeping growing more intense as my reduced stature sinks in more and more.

"There ma' darlin' daught..." She chirps excitedly, pausing as she inspects my face. Her own excitement quickly drains away as she sees my red puffy eyes, dripping Bose, and tear-stained cheeks. Without so much as a second thought she wraps her arms around me, rubbing my back gently as she coos softly in my ear.

"There there sweetness, mama's here" she mutters soothingly, her words and embrace seeming to reach my over-emotional mind on some deeper level. I feel tension I didn't even know I was carrying leave my body, my head resting against her thick padded coat as I find myself hugging her back

"They... They... I'm not... I can..." I blurt out, my weeping growing more into a quiet and terrified whisper. The towering redhead quickly begins to stroke my hair, the calming action helping to steady my ragged breathing as she shushed me softly.

"I know sweetie, I know. We all ain't..." She begins to mutter, pausing for a moment before continuing. "Did your mama leave you all 'lone like this? I left 'er 'ere while I went out for som'... Know what, don't matter. Let Cas... I mean, Siobhan get you something ta eat"

Easing up on the hug I find myself looking up at the redhead's face, her concerned look being overpowered by wide gleeful smile at the sound of her new name.

With no small amount of care she leads me over to the dining table, easing me down into one of the lovely leather padded seats after dragging it a little closer to the kitchen. As she head back towards the countertops her heads darts about for a moment between the bags and the no closed door by the kitchen.

A smirk creeps across her lips as she stares at the door, obviously having her own idea as to why it was now closed. She quickly knocks on the door gently, calling out softly to the person on the other side. "Darlin', I know ya excited ta 'splore on ya lonesome, but ya can't just leave our daughter like that. I got 'er but there'll be words 'bout this."

Without waiting for a response the redhead races over to the bags and cart by the door, her eyes darting over them as she unbuttons her jacket. She lets it too fall to the floor, revealing a light and overly effeminate floral sundress coating her lithe willowy frame.

Fishing around in the bags she snatches out a brand new fry pan. With no small amount of skill she appears to gauge the weight in her hand, testing the strength of her new slender limb before grabbing a few bags in her free hand.

With a flurry of motion she quickly sets about putting on the kettle and getting the pan over the induction stovetop, her brow furrowing slightly at the lack of any open flame to cook by. A bundle of looseleaf tea is soon produced from the bag along with lovely looking back and eggs.

"There... We... Go..." She chirps, smearing the pan with a stock of butter before effortlessly cracking the eggs in with one hand. "Not the best breakfast for a young girl like ya'self, but once in a while ain't that bad right? What do they call it? Cheat day?"

I shy away in the seat, slouching as she reminds me of my current state. My chest tugs me down, my curving shoulders only makitg the off-putting and uncomfortable weight worse.

"I'm... I'm not a..." I begin to whimper, my eyes locked to the perky yet jelly-like flesh adorning my chest.

"Y'are now" states the redhead in a matter-of-fact manner, gritting her teeth slightly as she realizes what she said. "I was meanin'... I know you weren't one 'fore, but it ain't like we can go back right? I mean... I ain't no doctor or nothing but where would ya even..."

"Um... Sorry, but who are..." I begin to whimper, hoping to stop the older woman's defeatist rambling masquerading as some sort of consolation.

"Did ya mean 'fore all dis or..." She begins to ask, dropping a slice of bacon into the frypan before pouring some boiling water into one of the lovely ceramic mugs on the counter.

"Uh... Both I... I... Fuck, my voice is so..." I whine, listening to the bright silver tones escaping my kissable lips.

Eager to distract me the redhead pipes up, her voice shaking slightly as she notices my distraught state. "I'm Cassandra honey, I mean I was before all... I... Well I ain't sayin' this ain't a messed up... But I mean, I ain't gonna complain 'bout the new..." She explains, pausing to take a breath.

She takes a moment to flip the eggs before reaching into one of the bags and taking out two small mesh metal balls. She quickly places some of the loose leaf tea into the balls before dropping them into the mugs and filling up the second with boiling water.

"Guess I'm needin' to calm down to huh?" She sighs, leaning her towering frame against the counter. "Names Cassandra Powers, retired few years back af'er workin' as a school admin 'ssisstant for... Well, longer than I've been 'live now. Volunteered in the lib'ry some, guess that's why they dropped me in..." She explains, inhaling sharply through gritted teeth as she stares down at herself. "Ain't gonna get used to the sight of that."

"What do you mean by..." I begin to ask, my gaze looking up at her as she simply stares down at herself.

"Didn't used ta be this... Pale" she mutters, pausing for a minute as she tries to diplomatically describe the situation.

"I meant about... Who are... uh..." I mumble, shifting awkwardly in my seat as I feel my stomach growls at the scent of the succulent bacon.

The towering redhead jumps to attention at the question, blinking rapidly for a moment as she grabs a plate and begins to serve the food. I practically salivate at the sight, the thought that my overly emotional state may have been brought on simply due to my intense hunger.

As the redhead slides the plate of eggs and bacon onto the table along with the mug of lavender tea she quickly drapes her arms around me. I whimper and squirm in her grasp, her arms pressing against and squeezing my voluminous fatty chest.

"Well I'm ya mother dear" she coos in my ear, nuzzling up against me. "I can't b'lieve I finally 'ave a daughter of ma own, and what a daughter I got" she chuckles giddily, bouncing my chest slightly with her forearms.

I yelp and squirm slightly in her grasp, the feeling of my sloshing chest leaving my stomach-churning. "H...Hey!" I cry, leaning away slightly but finding it hard to leave the hug.

"Definitely take a'fer ya mom, I can't wait for 'er to finally..." She muses, coughing a little as she realizes the not safe for work direction of her train of thought.

"I mean, I'm Siobhan Douglas. Come from Ireland though I don't sound much like one anymore huh? Married ya mom when you were jus' a wee lil' thing apparently. Run the local bookstore, guess it's what I get for spendin' ma life 'round books. If ya want some extra pocket money I'm sure I'll be able to use a 'and 'round the store" she explains, grinning and winking at the end as she slips more into her new character.

"H... How do you know all..." I begin to whimper, straining my neck a little as I try to look over my shoulder up at her.

"From the folder we all..." She mutters, her eyes going wide as she lurches up. "Right! Sorry, eat up dear, don't wan' it to get cold" she states patting me kn the back as she shuffles off to the bags once again.

I slowly and tentatively begin to pick at the bacon and eggs, struggling to find the appetite as my eyes are forced down to look at the food. My lips quiver as the teal cotton-covered rack beneath me consumes no small part of my vision, soft whimpers escaping my lips as I jostle the massive milk sacs with each movement of my knife and fork.

The food itself is a mixture of disgusting and satisfying. The fat and protein triggers a deep primal need inside me as well as satisfying my starving body, yet the heavy grease and salt feel strangely foreign to my mouth as I'm left struggling no to gag with each odd bite.

"Right!" Calls Siobhan from the front door, fetching two pale cream-colored folders from one of the bags. "Sorry sweetheart, but I wanted to see what ma new family was like 'bore I got back from the shops." She explains, gracefully striding back over to me after fetching her own cup of tea.

As she drops her light body down into the seat beside me she places both folders in the table, each carrying simply a name on the front. She holds up the first, the name facing me reading.

Melanie Woodward

"That's ya mom, ya birth mom I mean" the redhead explains, wriggling giddily in her seat as she is reminded of her new status as a mother herself. "Got married during college when she 'ad ya, that's where ya both got ya last name from 'pparently. Should 'ave taken ma name when we got married is all I'm sayin'" she chuckle, giving me a little wink as I simply try to take in the information.

"Works in finance or something, that whole thang is lost on a simple gal like me. Paid for all this though, with 'nough left over for startin' up our lil' store. Don't worry though sweetie, you'll 'ave one hellova dotting mama in me even if Melanie is a busy little bee."

"Um...what about my..." I whimper, struggling to look at the redhead as my gaze locks to the folder labeled

Nichola Woodward

Siobhan looks at me in confusion for a moment before smacking her forehead. "Right! Ya wouldn't 'ave seen it yet, I'm sorry sweetie I shoulda left it for ya when ya woke up" she gasps, dropping my new mother's folder to the table as she grabs my own.

"You...read it?" I ask, quivering and shaking in my seat at the thought of what lay within.

The redhead grits her teeth with a faint nervous smile, her eyes looking away. "Just a little, just so I could get to know my darlin' daughter 'before I met her. Seems 'fore we moved 'ere ya were...