“Hey kids we’re home!!” Their mother shouted from the front door,
“We brought dinner, go set the table would you,” their father said behind her,
After their father prepared dinner and their mother cleared all the excess mess they had left, they all sat at the table. Angela sat in front of her father, his name was Rick, he had black hair and a moustache, the kind you’d see in the 80’s. He was somewhat muscular but didn’t really show off his muscles to anyone, but you could see them through the suits he wore to work. He was 50 years old and had a few grey hairs in his head.
Matt sat in front of his mother, her name was Emma and had straight, shoulder length, brown hair. Her hips were fairly wide, maybe one quarter larger than her shoulder length, her butt was large but not giant, but large enough for her to find it difficult to be comfortable on an average stool. But her crowning feature was her chest, her breasts stood at a massive K cup, being just a smidge short of the size of her whole head. On her relatively skinny figure (a tiny bit of pudge here or there), they were huge. At 39 years old she was 11 years younger than her husband.
Matt wanted to see what they looked like, he knew it was his mother but he had never seen breasts that big on someone under 200 pounds. So with the new found wishes he could use, he decided that he would try something. His mother always wore sweaters or something along those lines, she never wore anything that showed off her cleavage or anything of her breasts. He’d only seen the brief silhouette of her chest through the baggy sweaters she wore, so he excused himself from the table to go to the bathroom, in the bathroom he said, “I wish that for the next 2 hours I can make wishes in my mind, but only when I want to, not just any random thoughts,” he didn’t want to make anything incredibly bad happen.
He walked back and sat down at the dining table, they were all talking about something else, laughing as well, Matt returned and sat down in front of his mother where he sat before. “Alright honey,” his mother said to him,
“Yeah, yeah,” he then decided to make his first wish, ‘I wish that moms sweater becomes tighter,” he looked at her chest and noticed that it was becoming more defined, the sweater shrunk and shrunk until you could see the whole shape of her breasts. ‘I wish that nobody can see when I look at moms chest,” he said as he noticed nobody had noticed, luckily, he probably should have said that one first. They all continued talking about something that had recently happened in the news, Matt wasn’t listening, instead he thought, ‘I wish that moms sweater cuts a large triangle in the front,’ he looked and saw a small triangle slowly make its way growing larger from the top of her shirt. It grew bigger and bigger, slowly showing the first centimetre of cleavage. The cleavage continued to show more and more, the triangle finally stopped at where you could see the outer area of her giant red bra (the kind that had the thinner fabric on the perimeter of it in a pattern). Both Angela and their father had noticed and pointed it out to her.