Soon the DeVilles began to settle down to go to sleep for the night. Charles and Emily made sure the twins were tucked in early. David remained downstairs watching TV until he was tired. Christina closed her room's door early to spend time decorating it. However by midnight everyone was asleep, exhausted from the move.
The twins slept soundly. They liked their new house and had not yet seen any of the strange things their other family member had. Everyone else was besieged by strange dreams. The ghostly girl pleasured David again in his dream. In his bed his erection throbbed hard against the covers. Emily's dreams were haunted by not one, but two of the massive black phalluses she encountered in the kitchen. She writhed in bed as she dreamed about taking both of them at once. Charles had a simple dream about having sex with his wife, except her tits were outrageously huge. He smiled as he slept. Christina was dreaming about her new room...her new private room. Where she could have all the boys over...and...entertain them. She smiled in her sleep and ground her hips into the bed.
The house was quiet after that, except for an occasional creaking. Then at 3 AM all of the clocks ground to a halt. Christina suddenly sat bolt upright in her bed. Her closet door slowly creaked open, and flashes of light and the deep bass thump of music trickled out. Christina pushed aside the covers and walked toward the middle of the room, while at the same the light and music spread out from her closet to fill her entire room.
Christina rocked back and forth to the beat of the music. She could hear far off cheers. She began to shake her hips, smiling as the cheers got louder. She ran her hands through her hair, shaking her pajama-clad ass to the music. Christina could her the crowd chanting her name. "Christina! Christina Christina!" She drank in the attention, undulating her body suggestively to increased applause.
Then a voice whispered in her ear. "You know what they want to see."
The chanting changed, "Tits! Tits! Tits!"
Christina smiled coyly, cupping her small breasts, squeezing them against her through her pajamas. "These tits? You guys want to see these tits huh?"
"No," came the voice again, "they want to see bigger tits. You want bigger tits than those don't you?"
"Bigger tits! Bigger tits!" echoes the voices.
"Yes!" cried Christina in her trance. "I want nice, big tittes to shake for you! And a tight, round ass. Mmmmmm, it make me so hot thinking about shaking it for you!"
Christina turned around, pointing her ass to the non-existent crowd. She bent over, still cupping her breasts, and gyrated her hips for them. The fabric shifted over her rolling curves, bunching up, tightening, and stretching as ass began to swell. Her teenage hips widened into full womanly curves. At the same time Christina groaned in pleasure as her nipples hardened and she felt her growing breasts pressing against her hands. They swelled larger and larger, filling her heads, stretching her pajama top. She was as big as Mom. *Swell* Now bigger than Mom. *Swell* Now MUCH bigger than Mom. Her new D's popped the top button from her pajamas. Her bottoms were straining as well, the cuffs only reaching down to her mid thigh.
Christina clutched her oversized tits and spun around, legs apart. "You boys wanted to see some tits, the how about there?!" She released her pajamas and thrust her chest forward. The buttons exploded off her top as her massive DD's burst into the open. Cheers erupted as she bent down, large tits swaying heavily, thrust her ass into the air and tore out the bottoms of her pajamas. The music thumped loudly as Christina tore off the remains of her clothes and stepped onto stage. She grabbed a hold of the stripper pole and danced, gyrated, and ground for hours.
Fully exhausted, Christina stepped off stage. The closet door slowly closed, its contents transformed into heels, miniskirts, tight tops, etc. Her new room had metamorphosed as well, complete with a stage, dance poles, tables and chairs. Her bed was the only thing that remained the same and Christina slid, naked, under the covers. Her dreams returned to entertaining boys in her private entertainment room. Then the clocks began to tick again.