Chapter 4

Sometime around ten am, my mother came in, with a white fluffy robe wrapped tightly around her. “Good morning, ladies! Time to get dressed. I have a good hearty breakfast waiting for you.”

After the obligatory moaning we woke, and found the clothing we had discarded last night. I went into my room to put on a fresh outfit.

My mom called out to me, “Don’t forget to take your pill and clean your diaphragm.”

“Pill? Diaphragm?” asked Chloe.

I explained to them what Dr. Lucy had prescribed to me. I wound up showing them how to remove, clean, and reinsert my contraceptive.

“We need to go see our OB/GYN soon,” said Mollie.

The other two nodded in agreement.

“I wish we could spend the weekend here,” said Liko.

My mother shook her head. “I know you all have homework to do.”

She was right. Our private school called itself a “College Preparatory Academy,” not a high school. The classes were challenging, and the homework level would shock most teenagers.

Downstairs, mom had made a breakfast of waffles, fried eggs, and sausage.

“I figured, that you would need the extra calories, after all the exercise you got last night,” she quipped.

“Where is your husband?” asked Liko.

“Oh, he’s still asleep. It seems he had a late night, that left him very tired.”

After we were all done eating. The girls got on their phones and called their parents to come pick them up. They all lived within a mile radius, so they arrived fairly quickly.

“It is probably best for you to talk to your parents first thing. They need to know what is going on.”

Mollie asked, “When are you coming to talk to my dad?”

My mom said, “I’ll be about ten minutes behind you.”

She gestured down at her robe. “I am still not dressed.”

As each of my friends left, we all hugged each other.

After all the girls had left, we walked back into the house.

“I want to show you something. If I had shown your friends, they would have never left.”

Without warning, she opened up the top of her robe, and out bounced a set of massive breasts, DD at least. They were full, with little sag. They seemed to take up half of her torso.

“How did this happen?” I exclaimed.

“The same as what happened to you, but on a more massive scale.”

“It looks like someone kidnapped you in the middle of the night and gave you implants.”

My newly bombshell mom sat down for a moment. “I think you should take a picture of them and text it to Dr. Lucy. See what she thinks.”
“Good idea. But let me use your phone.”

I took a step back and took a picture of her from the waist up. She still had the robe belt tied around her waist. The top was trailing behind her like a tail.

I handed it back to her, and she wrote a lengthy text to go along with the picture. She included my theory that the new size was the result of implants.

There was no immediate reply, so my mother said, “I need to get dressed and visit Mollie’s father. I don’t have any bras that fit. I just hope I can find a top that still fits me.”

“Does that mean I can have all your bras?”

“Sure, but don’t be too confident you will have them for long. Your boobs may not have stopped growing. You may wind up with tits like mine.”

That gave me pause.

A few minutes later, mom returned wearing a yellow silk blouse. Her breasts were pressed against the fabric, with her nipples almost punching a hole against the shirt. “This is my loosest fitting top.”

I studied it critically. “I guess that will have to do. You might want to put band-aids or something over your nipples. That will make you look less like a porn actress.”

She winced at the jibe, “You have a point.”

Going to the medicine cabinet, she put two band-aids over each nipple, in an X pattern.

As she was leaving, she said, “Clean the kitchen while I’m gone.” She was out the door before I could reply.

So I loaded the dishwasher, and got it running. I then wiped off the counters. With nothing to do but wait, I turned on the TV and started watching a series I had been streaming.

Without thinking, I reached under my shorts and started diddling my clit. I soon was torn between watching the show, which I was real interested in, and getting off. I was about to pause the stream, when my mom walked in.

“Well, I talked to Kevin, and he took the news pretty well. After all, none of this is Mollie’s fault. I told him that he could call me if he had any questions, but he should talk to his daughter first.”

She checked her phone, “Dr. Kline has replied. She says that she can usually tell if my breasts are fake, and from the one picture, they look real.”

“How can they be real? They grew in one night!”