Left with no choice, Joanna barged ahead, her ass bumping into every single chair and table lining the narrow path to where her mother sat. After what seemed like a million ‘excuse me’s’ and ‘I’m sorry’s’ she reached the table, and pulled two seats together, one for each of her cheeks. She sat down, her firm ass adding a noticeable amount to her height, her boobs filling her lap.
The dildo wedged inside her had teased her the whole way, and she felt incredibly horny. At the same time, her breasts were swollen even more, crying out in pain to be milked. She hadn’t thought anything could compete with that discomfort, but now she didn’t know which one to attend to first when she got home.
“Why don’t you put those things up on the table? Maybe then you wouldn’t be so sore.” Her mom seemed to be scrolling aimlessly through her phone.
“I don’t think that’ll help.” Her lips blew up a little more, now pushing solidly into her nose, and sticking out even further from her face. She licked them slowly, her tongue moving back and forth along them as much as it could reach. She hated how big her lips were. They made talking and eating a pain, and of course everyone at school never let her forget about them, just like the rest of her body. She wondered if she could use the Chronivac to change them.
“Well, what would you like to eat?” Her mom asked. “I think I’m just going to have a salad. You probably want something really big and unhealthy, huh, wide load?”
“No, I’m not hungry at all. I just want to leave.” Her lips fattened up again, like two big sausages on her face.
“Oh, it’s okay, you don’t have to lie to me. I’ll be back with something good for you.”
She wiggled in place while waiting for her mom, daydreaming about pleasuring herself right here. She hated this feeling of being bottled up, of an orgasm just out of reach. Her fantasies were periodically interrupted by a twinge of pain from her breasts, reminding her that they needed attention, too.
All of a sudden, she felt ravenously hungry, like she hadn’t eaten in days.
Her mom sat down, slipping her phone back into her pocket. On the tray she brought with her was a small salad, which she set in front of herself and a big plate of nachos that she set in front of Joanna.
“Oh, thanks Mom,” Joanna blurted out. She was practically at arms length from the table because of her breasts, but she reached out to grab a nacho, bringing the steaming, cheese covered chip to her mouth. As she passed across her chest, though, a big glob of topping fell right onto her shirt.
“Joanna, please. You can’t be such a slob, not here.” She pulled out her phone again.
“Mom, please, it was just an accident.” But it was too late. She watched as the neckline of her shirt dipped down, and down, and down. It revealed more and more of her cleavage, until it stopped just above her nipples.
“There. Now at least if you’re going to make a mess, it won’t get on your clothes.”
Joanna was too hungry to argue, and shoved the chip in her mouth before grabbing another one. But that one spilled, too, this time right into her cleavage.
“Joanna! What did I just say?”
“I don’t know what happened!” She shouted in defense. Then she had an epiphany. She grabbed another chip, with a bit of cheese right in the middle. She picked it up and slowly, carefully, maneuvered it towards her mouth. As it passed over her cleavage, though, it was like an invisible force lifted the cheese off the chip, and it dropped right between her breasts.
“You changed something about the way I eat, didn’t you?”
“Don’t blame your eating like a pig on me.”
Joanna groaned, and resigned herself to making a mess. She downed the chips in just a few minutes, spilling more into her cleavage with each bite. When she was done, she still felt hungry, though, and she’d made a complete mess of her hands and chest.
“Mom, I’m still hungry.”
“Well, half your meal ended up in your boobs. Clean yourself up and maybe you can have some more.”
“Fine. Do you have any napkins?”
“Nope. They were out. Looks like you’ll have to use those lips of yours. But I can help you out a little.” She smiled as she gave her phone a tap.
She noticed the change immediately, as her tongue stretched out, growing longer and fatter. It was big enough to feel a little uncomfortable in her mouth, and she gave her lips a practice lick, this time reaching their entirety with ease, and then some.
She was too hungry to even voice her annoyance, and took her colossal breasts in her arms and lifted them up to her face. Her tongue ran down in between each breast, hunting down each last morsel of food. It wasn’t until she’d licked her breasts her clean that she looked up and saw a few people around her staring and snickering, doing very little to hide their judgmental laughter.
But she was still starving.
“Mom, can I have something else now?”
“Well, I suppose. But I want you to remember that you don’t have anything to blame but your own poor decisions for your appearance.” With that, she slid a tray of three fully loaded hot dogs to her daughter, who greedily grabbed one and shoved it into her mouth. Of course, with each bite, big heaps of condiments once again fell into her cleavage. When she was finished, she didn’t even stop to think, and once again lifted her breasts to her face and began to lick them clean.
She looked up to voice how hungry she was, but stopped herself at the sight of a couple of huge pieces of pizza.
The pattern continued, of her stuffing her face, spilling food into her chest, and then licking it clean in full sight of everyone. She tried not to pay attention, but she could tell people were sneaking photos and videos of her.
She finally found relief when she lifted her head out of her breasts, and suddenly her hunger turned into a huge sense of fullness, like she’d eaten way too much food and then some. Then she realized that her body felt different.
It was hard to see from her seated position, but she could feel a bit of a stomach under her breasts, bulging out just a bit with fat. She also thought her breasts and ass were slightly bigger.
But the biggest change, by far, were her thighs. They’d blown up to be absurdly wide, the new fat she’d gained pushing them apart. Her thigh gap had been so thoroughly obliterated that she didn’t think she could bring it back if she laid down and spread her legs as wide as they would go.
“Mom! What did you do?”
“You’re lucky I’m so patient about your continuous effort to blame your bad choices on me. If you didn’t eat like a pig, maybe you wouldn’t look like the monstrosity you are. Now, are you done putting on a show for everyone?” She gestured to a group chuckling nearby, their phones pointed right at Joanna.
“I am so sick of you acting like a colossal bitch!” Joanna practically shouted at her mom. She winced internally, scared of what punishment this forced outburst would bring. “Why are you even doing this to me? I’m already miserable, what’s the point of all this?”
“The point, Joanna,” she spat out as she hit her phone. The design on Joanna’s shirt changed from a printed heart to the word “SLUT” printed across her breasts in big, bold letters.
“Is to teach you,” she tapped again, and her pants were changed into a too-small pair of booty shorts that read “CUM INSIDE.”
“A lesson,” she tapped, and Joanna almost fell out of her chair in a mix of pain and arousal as the dildo in her stretched even further, pushing her past what she already thought were her physical limits as to what could fit inside hers as it grew.
“About women.” She gave her phone one last tap, and the dildo began vibrating furiously, pushing Joanna right up to, and yet impossibly not into, a screaming orgasm. She grit her teeth at the wave of overwhelming pleasure crashing into her.
“Now, where should we head to next?” Her mom asked her twitching daughter with a devious smile.