As you sat playing in the sand while your new African American mother watched you, you felt a tingling in your body. You knew more changes were coming and watch closely for the results.
You look down and watch as your chest expands, straining against your shirt and causing you to fall forward. You feel the changes restoring your once monsters breasts to half there size, you now have F cup breasts threatening to rip your shirt off. You look down and see your hips also expanding, tightening your shorts into very form fitting work out shorts that don’t pass your finger tips.
You sit up and look down at your new self. You look like a shrunken version of your former self, but younger. Right down to the six pack. It must have been odd seeing a 3 year old with a bomb shell body to anyone walking by.
You start playing with your watermelon sized breasts giggling.
“You alright sweetie?” Your mom asks.
You turn and see she now has M cup breasts but they didn’t seam to hinder her at all. Probably due to her amazon level muscles rippling underneath her clothes.
“I’m fine mom!” You call back in an adorable voice.
Your mom leans back on the park bench causing the wood to strain under her weight. Not that she cared.
You got back to bobbing your breasts up and down watching them jiggle. Giggling like the young girl you were.
You were exited to see what changed you got next.