Bubbles hissed and sped off to a dark corner of the house as the red beam of light flickered from the end of the ray gun and fired directly through the open kitchen door, causing Sharon to give a surprised yelp from just out of Kaitlyn's line of sight.
"Mom!" cried Kaitlyn, suddenly panic stricken by the thought that she may have unwittingly injured her mother.
She hastened toward the kitchen, scooping up the dropped ray gun from the floor as she went, but just as she made it to the doorway Sharon came shuffling out in a hurry and nearly bumped straight into her daughter in her eagerness to get by.
"Mom, are you alright!?" Kaitlyn asked in confusion, her mother look pretty strange, she was holding her skirt bunched up around her hips so that her legs were fully on display and she had a very worried expression on her face.
Looking at her daughter for a moment as if trying to decide if she knew the answer, Sharon managed a quiet, "Um... Yes. Just let me by please sweetheart..." before gently pushing passed Kaitlyn and gingerly making her up the stairs.
Worriedly, Kaitlyn’s eyes watched her mother ascent the steps, blushingly noticing that Sharon’s hiking up of her skirt was revealing the seat of the woman’s plain white underwear. However, before Kaitlyn could look away in embarrassment, her mother shuddered and stopped in her tracks half-way up the stairs and gripped the handrail tightly with the free hand not clutching her bunched skirt.
“O-oh no…” whimpered Sharon while Kaitlyn’s eyes widened in alarm as she watched a large lump descend into the back of her mother’s panties.
Agog, Kaitlyn watched the lump increase in size from that of a plum to that of an baseball at which point it flattened slightly and began to spread out inside her mother’s underwear, finally coming to a stop at the size of a partially squashed orange.
Kaitlyn opened her mouth to say something but found herself without words, she couldn’t take her eyes off the sight of her mother’s tented underwear. Eventually Sharon straightened a little and, without looking back at her daughter, continued shakily the rest of the way up the stairs, entering the bathroom and briskly closing the door behind her.
Not knowing what to do with herself, Kaitlyn stood where she was, staring at the now closed bathroom door and unable to stop replaying the images she had just seen over and over in her head. Her heartbeat was so fast, she felt confused as to how she felt. Finally she looked down at her right hand, at the apparently innocuous “toy” ray-gun. Had it really just done that? No, that wasn’t possible. Was it?