Max was slightly disappointed when he opened the door and saw only Isabelle. With a small sigh Max ordered her to enter the room and closed the door. “Isabelle, what do you think of your mother and aunt?”
“They’re huge,” she respawned plainly, her eyes still spiraling and her face expressionless.
“Isabelle, elaborate on your feelings towards their changes,” Max said.
“Their proportions are ridicules and impractical,” she explained. Max frowned. Was he the only one who appreciated the wonderful curves he gave his mother and aunt. Obviously the two of them did, and Alison had wanted bigger boobs to begin with. Oh well, Max had the power to change the mind of anyone.
“Isabelle, you’re jealous of your mother’s huge size,” Max commanded.
“I’m jealous of my mother’s huge size,” she repeated.
“Isabelle, you wish you had tits as big as your mother’s.”
“I wish I had tits as big my mother’s.”
“Isabelle, you find your mother’s and aunt’s huge bodies sexy.”
“I find my mother’s and aunt’s huge bodies sexy.”
“Isabelle, you love drinking your mother’s breast milk.”
“I love drinking my mother’s breast milk.”
“Isabelle, you could drink your mother’s breast milk all day and still be thirsty.”
“I could drink my mother’s breast milk all day and still be thirsty.”
“Isabelle, are you thirsty?”
“Yes,” she respawned and licked her lips.
“Then get a drink,” Max told her. Without another word, Isabelle walked over to her mother’s massive tit and latched onto her giant nipple. She began take long hard suckles of milk from the teat making Alison moan. “Isabelle, feel your mother’s milk flow from her tit into your mouth. Feel it go down your throat and into your stomach. Your stomach is bottomless. Your thirst is unquenchable. Feel your body become a vessel for endless milk,” Max ordered.
Isabelle’s mouth seemed to open even wider than before, almost like she was unhinging her jaw. He watched her lips thicken to create a better seal around the teat and heard the sound of her suckling grow louder. Alison was squirming on the bed, she loved the feeling of her daughter guzzling her milk straight from her breast. She reached forward, trying to reach her daughter’s head to pull her in closer, but couldn’t reach around her fat tit. Max wondered how Isabelle was breathing as her nonstop chugging pasted the 5 minute point. Standing to the side of the two women to watch, Max noticed Isabelle’s tummy begin to swell. He pulled up her shirt and saw her belly bulge with each swallow. Previously perfectly flat, her stomach rounded out tautly as she filled with milk. Her face was contorting in discomfort as she continued to take huge gulps.
“Isabelle, your skin is stretchy. Your flesh is elastic. Feel your stomach become malleable,” Max ordered. Isabelle’s discomfort faded. “Isabelle, you love feeling your skin stretch. You love how big your belly is getting. All you want is to do is make it bigger.” Her hands went to her perfectly spherical stomach as it passed the size of a soccer ball, and began caressing it lovingly. Alison was in pure euphoria as Isabelle sucked with the power of an industrial milking machine.
“Alison, how does it feel?” Max asked. She could only let out a scream of ecstasy in response. “Mom, how do you feel?”
“Jealous,” Britney answered.
“Mom, do you want your boobs sucked on too?”
“Yes.”
“Well then. I guess I should do something about that,” Max smirked.