Even though her breasts are bigger than everyone in her class, including the faculty, Amanda still needs to do her homework. While not so difficult for a child of a computer wizard and some help from her mom and babysitter, it still took Amanda up to dinner to do 3/4 of her homework. Mostly because she was playing with her swollen boobies through her top. 'They're mine. I can do whatever I want with them,' Amanda greedily smiled to herself and kept on feeling herself up. It wasn't until Madison announced dinner that snapped Amanda out of the lustful holding of her boobs.
Amanda slowly got up from her modified desk and made her way to the door. The slow, walking motion has sent the tits swinging, even within the tight confined of her sturdy bra and taunt "dress". Well, it was a proper dress for a regular girl. But on a girl whose single tit is bigger than her head plus her hair, it has been reduced to a "really long T-shirt". Amanda opened the door to the rest of the house and entered breasts first.
The pathway from Amanda's room to the kitchen would've taken her 1-2 minutes. Now that she is 70 pounds heavier, 35lbs per boob, the trip took her roughly 3 minutes instead. The dinner is already been plated, thanks to Madison. And when Amanda properly sat down, with her boobs resting on the table, Madison put the plate on top of Amanda's breasts. The motion of placing the plate on her breasts surprised Amanda like she couldn't eat on the table like a normal person. But then she realized that since her boobs have overtaken every surface on every table that she will come across, her boobs are her table.
It was a pretty quiet dinner, with little small talk about Amanda's homework and Madison's social life. Not to mention that they sometimes circle around the topic of big breasts and how to live with them. Soon enough, dinner is over, and Amanda still hasn't grown another inch yet. Hoping that she has another growth spurt before bedtime, Amanda got started with her bedtime routine. Before her enhanced transfiguration on her body, Amanda could brush her teeth and get in her PJ together on her own. Unfortunately, she has lost the ability to dress herself and must ask Madison for help. At least she can still brush her teeth on her own, but she has to make her body parallel to the sink to spit and rinse.
Now upset that she won't be able to help herself before going to sleep, Amanda steps up to her low bed and tucks in for the night. Amanda found that the only way to sleep without getting uncomfortable was by lying on her side, with her own pillows facing the room. "I just have to get to the computer, I have to fix myself," Amanda mumbled to herself before falling asleep.
For a few hours, nothing happens. Amanda stirred in her sleep, with her heavy boobs holding her down from tossing and turning. Madison is on the family computer, typing up her essay that is for her class. But then, at around the witching hour, the house came alive with action. Firstly, Amanda's growth spurt has sent her growing from covering her torso to also covering her pelvic region and her nipple grew even further away. Then Amanda's room changed, from her clothes in her closet to her desk and bed being rearranged for the young girl's figure. The most important change is that there is now a wheelchair in the bedroom, made for a girl whose bust is out-weighted by her body.
But the wheelchair isn't the only new addition to the household. With Amanda's breasts making her homeschooled, Madison has become not only her babysitter but also her live-in nanny and teacher. The essay that she was typing has turned into an assignment for Amanda tomorrow. Even the house has created a room for Madison to live in, filled with her personal belongings and clothes from her (now prior) residence. Once she had finished with the assignment for Amanda, Madison decided to reward herself by playing a game. Fortunately, there is already a game running right now called "Chronivac V.4.0".