There was a peculiar look in your mother's eyes as your reached into the basket and grabbed a giant bra. Though your sister was big too, there was no doubt the bra you had grabbed belonged to your mom. And you wasted no time removing your shirt.
"If it works on feet," you said. "It's gotta work on this too, right? A little help...?"
As you slipped the bra over your chest, your mom leapt into action like she had done this a dozen times already. You pulled each strap over your shoulders as she clipped you in. Then the magic happened.
The weird tingle that had happened with your feet suddenly became more pronounced as your back arced and breath hitched. There was an unfamiliar weight on your torso, and you had a front row seat as you watched your pecs puff up into the bra. Hard muscle turned soft and jiggly as you wiggled around before the it all distorted. It was never muscle at all. These were breasts. And they were growing.
"Oh god," you moaned, grabbing a handful and feeling your new boobs squish. "M-Maybe this was a mistake..."
"Mistake?" asked your mom. "John, are you joking? This is incredible!"
"Maybe from where you're standing..."
You hoisted up your budding breasts feeling how heavy they already were and still not even at mom's size. It was so odd to think of them as yours, especially as the skin became softer and paler than yours. You had breasts. Big breasts. And somehow that didn't seem the least bit off putting to your mother as she smiled.
"Oh, but it is! This is perfect, John. You see..."
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