The sales clerk droned on and on, talking about different models and companies, cleaning and storage, accessories and extensions. It would have been tough to pay attention to even without the distraction of her aching breasts, and the chair squeezed uncomfortably between her butt cheeks. She shifted back and forth in her seat, the chair creaking beneath her with each motion.
“Sorry, my breasts are really sore,” she interrupted the presentation, forced to plainly speak the thought in her head.
“Joanna, don’t be rude!” Her mother scolded.
“I’m sorry, it’s just that they’re so full.”
“Oh, that’s alright,” the clerk assured, “I really sympathize. Large breasts are uncomfortable enough on their own, much less when they’re coupled with lactation. Over the years, though, we’ve had experience with a wide variety of clients, some even bigger than you.”
“Really?” Joanna perked up.
“I doubt that very much,” her mother mumbled as she pulled out her phone and began tapping away. A short moment later, Joanna took in a sharp breath as her breasts began to feel even heavier. They grew just a few more cup sizes, lifting her shirt up even higher and reaching the point where they actually filled her lap. She let out an exhausted moan.
“Well, I suppose not. But I’m sure we can be helpful regardless.”
“Mom, please, you have to stop that,” Joanna pleaded.
“Stop what? Pointing out you’re the biggest cow this store has ever seen?”
“Making me-” Before she could finish, the chair bent under her newly added weight. A leg snapped, and a split second later the whole thing buckled, with her colossal body rolling off of the wreck and onto the floor. She fell forward onto her breasts, crushing them on the ground in a burst of pressure and pain, a thin dribble of milk escaping onto her shirt.
“Oh my goodness, are you alright?” The clerk rushed to help the girl, who was struggling to lift her weight back up off the ground. Joanna’s mom threw back her head in mocking laughter.
“Don’t laugh at me! That hurt!” Joanna shouted at her mom. With the complaint, she forgot about the most recent change in her breasts, remembering them as always being that size, close to her ass in absurdity. Apparently it counted as a contradiction as well, because her lips puffed up more.
“How could you hurt yourself? You’ve got more padding than anyone breaking a chair could hope for.”
“I landed right on my boobs. They’re just so full...” she moaned.
She didn’t even realize that another contradiction had escaped her until her lips blew up again. Now they looked almost as ridiculous on her face as her breasts did on her chest, each thicker than a finger. She also failed to realize the complaint wiped away her memory of her mom giving her thickened lips. As far as she remembered, it was just another of her outlandish features that lead to her being bullied and miserable. Still on the floor, resting on her hands and knees, she closed her eyes and gave them a good, heavy lick.
“Here, let me help you up,” the clerk said, offering her arm.
“You don’t have to be worried about her,” her mom waved her hand dismissively. “Look at her, you can tell she spends a lot of time on her knees.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Joanna fumed. “I’ve never even had sex with a guy.”
“You know what Joanna?” Her mom smiled devilishly, a spark of inspiration flashing across her face. “You’re right.” She reached for her phone and began tapping again.
Joanna reached for the clerk’s arm, but then gasped out in surprise as she felt something enter her pussy from behind. It quickly buried itself deep in her sex, and then grew wider and longer than was comfortable, and then wider and longer still. She could feel something growing between her legs, too, pushing them apart.
“Mom, what are you doing? Stop!” She grunted at the mix of pain and pleasure radiating from her crotch.
“Oh, nothing,” her mom said casually, standing to take a picture with her phone of Joanna from behind. Joanna reached for the clerks arm, but realized with the large object stretching her out that standing might be difficult. Her mom took the pause as an opportunity to move to Joanna’s front, where she pushed the clerk aside and held the phone down at her eye level so Joanna could see the picture she’d just taken.
Joanna’s mouth dropped open in shock. At the same time, her complaint to her mom asking her to stop overwrote her memories, and she recalled what was lodged inside her.
Most of the picture was taken up by her huge ass. Her head popped out from behind it, the picture capturing her with her eyes closed, her newly fattened lips bulging out from her face, her mouth open. The effect made her look like she was crying out mid-orgasm. She was still wearing her yoga pants, and they were still as tight as before. But now they were also wrapped tightly around two enormous fake testicles, the only visible part of the extra large dildo lodged deep inside her.
Her new memories filled her in on the long history of her unique medical condition, a hormonal disorder that caused specific parts of her body to grow and grow and grow. The only thing doctors could find to even slow it down was a regimen of constant vaginal stimulation.
So she had to live her life with a huge dildo inside her almost 24/7.
“Mom, did you… what?” She knew something had changed, but even as she realized it she lost it. Had her mom made the chair break? Getting her on the ground to take well-angled pictures of her “treatment” wouldn’t be a surprise at this point. She hated how embarrassing it was, going through school with this thing inside her all the time. The extra large testicles on the dildos her mom would buy her were plainly visible through any clothing she could wear. She couldn’t believe her mom had dragged her to the mall, where everyone would see it. Or at least, they would if her ass and breasts couldn’t distract them long enough.
“Come on, stand up” her mom demanded. “You don’t need to show yourself off to everyone here. We still need to get you a milker.”