Just as Belinda finished waddling up the stairs, a tall blond woman poked her head out of the nearby kitchen.
"Belinda, dear? Is that you?"
Janice, Belinda's mother, was very thin, much like her daughter, except she made up for it by being very tall
for a woman. At six feet even, the middle aged woman looked thin as a rail, almost frail. Kinder than Belinda,
Janice still loved luxury and the finer life, and couldn't imagine living in a poorer fashion.
Janice didn't see her daughter anywhere, but did notice that the front door was left wide open. Sighing, she
walked across the large, well-decorated living room to close the door. She wore a long sleeved black shirt and
knee-length black skirt, both worn tight on her skinny body. Her thin, shoulder length hair framed her mature
face immaculately, with sliver hoops dangling from her ears. She wore matching silver bracelets and a silver
belt as well; Janice like to keep herself dressed up.
Janice closed the door, annoyed with her daughter. She didn't know where that girl got her attitude... Janice
noticed Belinda's large canvas bag, filled with fruits. Strange... Belinda wasn't one to go fruit picking...
Intrigued, Janice picked up a peach from the bag, noting the candy coating. It was unlike to Belinda to bring
home a ton of candy either... But surely she wouldn't miss one peach, and it did look tasty.
Janice took one dainty bite from the peach, with a crisp sounds. Her eyes went wide, just like Belinda's had.
The dense fruit was soft and easy to chew, with incredibly sugary syrup leaking into her mouth. Abandoning all
pretense of manners, Janice scarfed down the peach, taking large, slobbish bites.
Her already tight skirt groaned as Janice ass bulged backwards. Toned and powerful glutes stretched the cloth,
contorting around her fit ass. Muscle seemed to pack onto her hips, making her look powerful and ripped.
Seams began to pop as her creamy legs began to ripple with power, quads growing strong and hard. The growth
stopped before her skirt ripped off completely, still held on by a few intact seams. Her bodybuilder sized
hips stuck out of her thin frame strangely, dense and muscular, with her incredible peach-shaped ass stikcing
out a good few inches behind her.
"Oh dear! That was incredible! Where ever did Belinda get these?" Janice said energetically. The peach seemed
to fill her with bountiful vigor. She hadn't felt so pepped in years!
Not noticing her now overly-fit lower half, Janice frantically grabbed another peach and bit into it,
relishing the powerful taste of it...