“Actually,” her mom said with a devious smile, “why don’t you put these groceries away? Then you can go get yourself ready.”
“I just want to go… be by myself.” Joanna had shifted her sentence at the last moment, and hadn’t spilled her plans to go to the chronivac. She’d have to phrase things carefully to not give herself away, and sneaking around the house was already going to be next to impossible.
“Oh, you don’t have to use any euphemisms, dear. You’re loud enough that even the neighbors can hear you masturbating, and since you never bother to close the blinds we both know you love putting on a show. But if you put these groceries away, then sure, you can have some,” she waved her hands and gave an exaggerated quotation motion, “‘alone time’ before Chad gets here.”
Joanna groaned as she accepted her fate. There really weren’t that many things, she could just hurry up and get this over with before running off to finally get away from her mother.
The first were the refrigerated items. Her ass gave her some trouble with bending over, and it seemed to knock into counters and walls as she moved around. Several times she bumped the testicles from her dildo, which made her pause and clench her teeth to fight back another orgasm. She was reminded of her weakness, too. Lifting a gallon of milk took every ounce of her strength, and her enormous breasts kept her from effectively grabbing any one item with both hands. But the worst part was just the reminder that, sitting plainly on the fridge shelf mixed in with the milk, eggs, and cheese, were containers of hormones that were forced on her by Chad as part of their deal. The vibrator was driving her crazy at the moment, and seeing that some of them were for bovine growth (and clearly labeled with warnings against human use) really drove home what a lose-lose decision trading ownership of her nipples away had been.
She finished putting away the frozen and refrigerated things, and then moved to put the last few items in the cupboards. With all her strength, she lifted up a bag of flour around her enormous tits that seemed to keep shifting to get in the way, and placed it in its spot above her head. Her arms were on fire from lifting even these small amounts, but then when she tried to repeat the process with a bag of sugar, she couldn’t quite reach. She whipped her head around to see her mom smiling coyly, her phone in her hand.
“Did you make me shorter?”
“Joanna, don’t you dare blame another one of your problems on me. Chad will be here soon. If you need to, you can grab your stool.” She gestured toward the corner of the kitchen, where there was a squat footstool.
She walked over to the stool and bent to pick it up, but even as she waddled a few steps across the room, she felt everything grow around her as she shrunk even more. She bent to pick up the stool, and realized that despite her smaller frame, her ass and breasts hadn’t shrunk a bit. Now her tits hung down to her waist, getting even more in the way than they had before.
The stool was heavy (at least to her) and by the time she dragged it across the room and looked back to her mom, she towered over her even more than before.
“Mom, being this short is going to be really difficult.”
“Really? You think you’d be used to it by now.”
Oh, no, Joanna realized she’d complained, which had changed… what? Her height? She remembered always hoping to be tall like her mom, but she’d been very genetically unlucky and had completely stopped growing before she even hit five feet tall, meaning her mom had more than two feet of height advantage on her. She licked her lips in annoyance.
She hated when her mom made her put groceries away. The process was always the same: Put an item on the counter, get up on her stool, use both of her weak arms to heft one enormous, painfully swollen breast onto the counter, then do the same with the other one, and then finally lift the item into its proper place in the cupboard. It would have taken anyone else 30 seconds, but the whole process had Joanna straining, groaning, and grunting over almost ten minutes until everything was finally in its place.