The next morning, Anna woke to the sun streaming in through her window. For just a moment, she'd nearly forgotten what she'd done the night before. Then, as she became more aware of her surroundings, the memories pushed back in. The stroking, the sucking, her belly full of her son's young cum. She felt herself begin to get damp again.
Damnit.
Throwing her legs over the side of her bed, she ran over her checklist for the day. She thought about getting school supplies for Tommy, since she could find them cheaper this early into summer, but then came to a crushing realization: she couldn't send Tommy to school. What would the faculty say? The students? To a six year old child with nearly a foot of fat cock in his shorts? No, she would have to homeschool him. This was too much to process right now.
She stretched, and stood up, padding over to her closet to grab a pair of jeans and a light top. She may have to get gas later, maybe as well put real pants on.
She put on a pair of clean bikini cut panties, and began her shimmy dance to get her jeans on. Except, she'd hit a snag. Normally, these particular jeans were a bit loose. They were her favorite "get things done" jeans, as they weren't so tight and restrictive, but by the feel, they were too small.
"Did I gain weight since I last wore these?" she struggled to remember the last time she put these on. Tuesday. Two days ago.
There was no way she'd put on so much weight in such a short time. Something was off. She shuffle-walked over to her mirror, turning herself to get a good view of her butt. When she finally got the angle right, she audibly gasped.
Her ass was PHAT.
"Oh my God..." she softly touched it, feeling her enlarged curve with her hand. The jeans she was attempting to pull on would never clear that fleshy mountain of butt. No wonder there was so much struggle! She noticed her panties were pulled in between her bulging cheeks, too. She'd almost outgrown the damn underwear!
She kicked her pants off, wondering when something could go easily. As she turned back around her eyes caught the other change in her body. Anna's shirt was absolutely struggling to contain her breasts. Anna was a proud B cup. She was content with her size because all the cutest bras were commonly found in her range, but these weren't B cups anymore, no way in hell. She hefted them with her hands, feeling their significantly increased weight.
Anna was the proud owner of a pair of D cup boobs.
"Shit," she thought, "None of my bras will fit now." She did have to admit, though. It was a little sexy how much her body had filled out. Maybe this wasn't all bad.