"Oh sweetheart, it'll be over soon. Don't worry, just breathe and give it a minute. Soon you'll have your own pair of..." my mother coos before pausing, her thins lips twisting into a sour expression as she finally reaches my cup size. "H-Cups!?" she squeals, throwing the satin bra at the ground in frustration.
"What!?" I scream back, clutching at my chest as the pain only grows more and more severe.
A shiver runs down my spine as I feel the first makings of my new breasts form in the palms of my hands. The various penny-sized lumps beneath my skin begin to form together, creating a set of firm bumps sticking out from my chest. The feeling of the tiny A-cups in my hands makes my stomach churn as I feel like I'm about to vomit, the sensation only growing worse as I feel more of the tiny fatty globs bubble up from parts unknown to add themselves to the mass.
"How is it...Damn it" my mother huffs, fuming as she looks down at her own chest. "I thought...once I got my new D-cup that I'd be..." she groans, the jealousy dripping from her every word. "First Stacy, now Amy"
I glare at her, fighting back a series of pained squeals and yelps as I feel my skin grow tighter and tighter over my chest. Before I can even take stock of myself I feel a modest and perky pair of breasts from on my chest, the sudden surge of weight causing me to gag.
"Are you...jealous?" I spit through ragged and gasping breathes, collapsing to my side as I writhe in pain on the bed. "You're a grown woman, you're my mother!" I snap, tensing up as I feel my breasts begin to push my hands away from my chest as the fat begins to pool ever larger.
"I...I..." my mother stammers, her eyes going wide as she realizes how she was acting.
"And before...with the...fuck..." I groan, wincing loudly as I feel my skin stretch and grow painfully tight over my new assets. "You're acting like...like...a..." I hiss through gritted teeth, tears forming in my eyes as my hands rapidly begin to lose the battle with my expanding bust.
"A jealous little sister..." my mom mumbles back, her lip quivering as her eyes dart between the bra on the ground and me. Before either of us can get another word out a gasp escapes her lips, her eyes going wide as she points at my growing jiggly bust.
"I know...it's..." I grumble, freezing up as I look down at myself for the first time since collapsing. I watch in equal parts horror and intrigue as the massive fatty lumps on my chest appear to shake and undulate under their own will, wobbling slightly as more and more mass bubbles its way into the already uncomfortably large mass.
My shirt, the loose black t-shirt I had worn to Nostalg-Co just this more, appears to shimmer and shake. Beginning at the center of my most recent additions, the shirt shifts colors from a stark albeit plain black to a large checked pattern of light and dark reds. The material appears to be changing as well, from the smooth soft cotton to a warmer and more firm flannel. The crew neck of my shirt quickly disappears, turning into a series of buttons leading down my chest, all of which are undone to reveal my expansive cleavage.
The strangest part of the image slowly comes into view as the color and material changes begin to wrap around the whole top. The pattern of my new pajama, a series of large and overlapping squares made up of shades of red, appears to distort like an image being stretched over an ill-fitting surface. Before long not a single part of my old shirt is left, leaving only a coarse pajama top that is difficult to look at in its current state.
"What was..." I begin to weakly pant, the words falling from my lips as I'm wracked with one final burst of intense mind numbing pain. My skin, already at bursting point around my massive mammaries and covered in unsightly freshly made stretch marks, begins to burn as the unsightly blemishes begin to disappear and the tight feeling begins to ease. A long wheezing breath escapes my lips as the pain begins to penetrate deeper and deeper, glands and nerves shifting and forming beneath the surface of my skin as the strange fatty mounds form themselves in honest-to-goodness breasts.
I stare straight ahead for a moment, my head resting on my bed as I catch my breath. All I can do is shiver and shake on the soft plush blanket, each subtle movement cascading through the heavy jiggly mounds I know found attached to me. I'm coated in sweat, strands of hair matting to my forehead and my new cleavage glistening through the deep neckline of my top.
"Those are..." my mother gasps, walking towards me as I merely watch her firm calves flex with each powerful step. "More than...well...I guess you take after mom" she chuckles nervously, trying to take the edge off.
Whimpering loudly I try to sit up, a groan escaping my lips as I feel the hefty weight pooled on my chest wobble and shake against the bed. I begin to rise up, being slow and careful in my movements. However, as I reach a certain point I feel my efforts thwarted, my exhausted limbs refusing to lift my massive bust from its resting place on the bed.
"Let me..." my mother coos, racing over with newfound speed as she tugs me up into a seated position. Her eyes go wide as she stares down at me, her eyes locked onto the soft jiggling flesh poorly hidden beneath my top.
I don't even need to look to know why she was staring, the immense wobbling weight on my chest telling me all I needed to know. Slowly glancing down I feel my heart sink, my large hands flying to my chest and failing to even encapsulate the whole thing. My fingers sink into the pliant flesh eagerly, the massive fatty mounds feeling so much softer than any breast I had handled in the past. Strangely enough they don't appear to sag all that much, only drooping slight thanks to their weight and size into a gentle teardrop. I want to gag as I feel my newly engorged flesh shift and move in my grasp and against my will, wincing as I feel the sticky sensation of sweaty skin on skin constantly hit me.
"I'm sorry honey!" my mother squeals, holding my shoulders firmly. "I didn't mean for..."
"You didn't mean for this to happen?" I grumble softly, lifting my chest slightly before jiggling them for emphasis. "You're already the annoying sister I never had" I huff, glaring up at my mom as I wipe the tears from my eyes.
My mother begins to puff up her chest, a flash of anger coming over her face before her eyes go wide in shock. She quickly looks away, as if to distract herself from whatever she was about to say, shuffling back out into my room at large as she looks around.
"You just...get your strength" she says with a long exhale, trying to calm down whatever intrusive and irritating impulse had swept over her mere seconds ago.
I pant heavily as I try to catch my breath, whimpering with each shaky inhale and exhale as my breasts rise and fall. Looking across the room at the mirror over the dresser I can't help but grimace at the odd sight I had become. Despite my large broad masculine shoulders and chest my new breasts looked downright huge, looking on par with my Aunt Stacy's downright outrageous rack. I can only sit in horror at the thought of what they would look like once the rest of my body painfully came in.
"Hey...check this out!" my mother shouts, calling my attention over to something in an effort to take my mind off of the uncomfortable situation she had thrown me into. I slowly begin to raise my head, still somewhat out of it and exhausted from the two bouts of serious pain I had endured in quick succession.
I squint for a second, raising my hands to my eyes and rubbing them as I try to clear away the sweat and tears. Slowly I begin to make out just what she was pointing to, my overwhelmed mind trying its best to catch up.
My mother stands next to the bay window, gesturing to...
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