Joanna licked her lips as she considered her options, or lack thereof. Her mom had the Chronivac, so any further attempt to disobey her wouldn’t end well. But her udder ached, was swollen and sore, and the prospect of it getting bigger as they trundled around the mall sounded horrible. Could she do anything at all?
It bulged out again, just the tiniest bit. Someone looking at her probably wouldn’t have even noticed the tiny mote of growth, but with how full she was already, Joanna winced in discomfort.
“Alright, fine. Let’s go.”
The two left the store and set across the mall towards whatever clothing store her mom wanted to visit. Her gait, already awkward from her quaking, shaking ass jiggling wildly with each step, was made even worse by the unsupported bulk of her new udder, which had its own swinging rhythm. Her mom had said she’d be able to walk, but clearly whatever she’d put into the Chronivac was only going to make it possible, not easy.
As they walked past clutches of people, the stares were obvious. Her new animal part would have drawn plenty of attention on its own, but she could feel all the eyes on her flicking between her various grotesque additions, from her several inches of protruding nipples (rubbing uncomfortably against her shirt) to her rocking ass (taking up too much space moving through the crowds) to her fattened lips (which she licked over and over). She could hear stifled laughter as well, and her embarrassment grew. She wondered what her mom did with the Chronivac to make people so unconcerned for her but also so judgmental about her appearance.
And the whole time, her udder grew. She was painfully aware of each minute that ticked by, adding mass to her prodigious appendage. She was almost grateful for the distraction, it kept her thoughts focused and she didn’t complain to her mom once on the way there.
Eventually, they reached the clothing store, where her mom strode right up to a woman with a name badge sorting through a shelf of folded shirts.
“My daughter needs a bra, something that can hold those disgusting nipples of hers. We could also use some new shirts, she keeps leaking milk on the ones she has now.” Her mom made sure to speak loud enough to draw attention to Joanna from all over the store, and she looked down at the ground in embarrassment.
“Well, our shirts are up here, and we have two sections for bras, one in-”
“Oh, no dear, I’d like you to help us,” her mom said, pulling out her phone and tapping away.
“I’m sorry, but I-” she cut off as her mom finished tapping. Her new victim’s face distorted in confusion as her changes began.
They were much more rapid than Joanna’s changes, and were over in a few seconds. She shrunk down until she couldn’t have been five feet tall, but even as she shrunk she packed on weight, mostly in her stomach and rear, but with plenty to spare for her face to give her a prominent triple chin. Finally, even with her reduced height, her arms shrunk even more, losing length until she’d barely be able to reach the top of her head, with her hands shrinking in proportion until she’d barely be able to hold a baseball without using both of them.
“...I’m the only person available to help at the moment, so it’ll take me a moment to gather everything.”
“Oh, and we could use some new pants. I’m sure her fat ass will outgrow them in a week, but I can’t help but spoil her.” The retail worker nodded and began waddling away.
“Mom, you have to stop changing people!” She licked her lips as her udder grew out another tiny bit, the milk churning heavily inside. She shifted from one heel to the other in discomfort.
“I didn’t change anyone. Ask anyone else here, she was always a round little thing.”
“Yes you did! You’re acting crazy, it’s awful! She didn’t even do anything to you!”
Her lips popped out a little more at the contradiction. Now they looked like she’d gone a little overboard with filler, and she gave them a lick. She could feel them shake when she moved her head. The complaint changed her memories as well, and she felt a moment of disorientation. Her lips hadn’t grown, had they? They’d always been big, and she was just grateful they weren’t as obscene as her ass or breasts. Or, no, her mom had done this… which was… given her an udder, right? That was all?
Her mom grinned, and brought the hand holding her phone to her chin in thought.
“Joanna, you’re the one acting crazy. I think...”