Joanna squeezed her hips through the door where her mom was waiting.
"There you are. I figured I'd help you pick out your clothes, before you make another bad choice."
Joanna groaned, "what humiliation did you think of now?"
"Watch that tongue young lady. I don't want to have to spank you before Chad comes along. What if I scuff his property? Now here." Mom threw an outfit onto the bed.
A black extremely short pettycoat, a bustless top and a white apron. Some kind of weird maid outfit made to accentuate everything she disliked about her body. "Mom, I can't wear this." Her lips plumped up coming into her field of vision. She licked them as best she could. "I'll look ridiculous."
"Yes, but then maybe that will teach you to make better choices in your life dear. Some lessons are hard, it hurts me just as much as it hurts you." Mom bent forward and lovingly gave Joanna a kiss on the forehead before sitting on the bed holding the phone. "Now go and get dressed while I wait."
Joanna groaned, she had no choice. "Where's my underwear?"
"You don't need that at home dear. Besides, Chad will love seeing his fake dick inside your pussy and maybe seeing it will put him in the mood to give you what you want so badly."
Joanna shivered at the thought, whether that was excitement or repulsion was hard for her to say. But she really really needed to be milked.
She sighed and just put on the petticoat. It was as she'd expected. The short pettycoat did nothing to hide her modesty. The skirt of the pettycoat lay uselessly on the shelf of her buttocks. Her aching cunt, the giant red balls belonging to the vibrator, her massive fat ass. Everything was in plain sight between her broad legs.
She'd misjudged the top though. Somehow there was a shelflike thing built in. It supported her aching breasts, which was welcome, but at the same time presented them. Her fat thick nipples stuck out plainly for everyone to see.
On automatic pilot she curtsied to the camera, flashing the fat balls and licked her lips.
"You look lovely dear. Chad will be so happy to see you. Now just a minor tweak I think."
"A minor tweak? What do you mean this time?"
"You weren't paying attention to what Chad said? You really should, such a smart young man. Making all the right choices, I wish I had a son instead of....you."
But I am your son, was what she wanted to yell back. But she hesitated, why would she yell that back? She was born a girl with an aching cunt and fat ass right? That's what she remembered, so why would she reflexively try to say something else? Did mom change something again?
"Chad wanted us to double your dosage. So let's pretend we did that with a new compound, especially for him."
Mom tapped away on her phone, the effects became apparent immediately.
Joanna could feel it, she could even see it in the mirror. Her already fat teatlike nipples grew further, gaining in girth and length. She could feel the production of milk in her breasts increase. The aching, they begged for release. Small drops of milk clung to the front of her nipples. "Mom, please. We have to ask 'Chad'", she said in a moan, "to let me milk."
"Ding dong!" The doorbell rang.
"Ohh! That must be him!" Mom chirped happily. "Hurry downstairs Joanna, we don't want to keep him waiting."
Joanna groaned. She needed to find that computer fast, but for now she needed to play along. She followed, each step sending her bloated tits sloshing around on the shelf. Each wave causing a few drops of milk to spill from her fat nipples. She just hoped that Chad would let her milk herself.