you didn't even really think that the gun shot had even done anything. You then think back to when that picture was taken and then leaned back in your chair and started massaging your D-cup breasts... The days following the fairly recent picture were odd. The first day your parents were apparently going at it a bit harder since your mom's breasts were growing again... that being said you all didn't realize all of your breasts were growing. You didn't realize being guys and a very young girl that your chests had been growing for the first day or so (although after the first 2 days you and your dad thought about going to a gym to get rid of man boobs), but soon when you had A-B cups that something odd was going on and decided to go to a doctor. The next day you had gone and the doctor said from the initial examination that your mother's breasts were rather large for a normal woman, but nothing too abnormal other than that. Your little sister's explanation was that she could be going through puberty early, but for you and your dad... the doctor had no explanation other than being exposed to too much estrogen or something. After getting a medical report you all had woman's breasts and at that time your fathers, sisters, and your own breasts were at D-cups and sensitive and your mother's were at H-cups and killing her back. After a little while your family got enough money to get your father some breast reduction surgery. Your mother said not to bother to getting her the reduction (not that your father wanted that), and your sister had gotten more popular at school despite looking incredible lopsided. You on the other hand got teased a bit at school. The locker rooms were the worst for awhile, the guys just kept pinning you and trying to get at your boobs until you finally argued your way into the girl's locker room to get away from the harassment and at first a lot of the girl's were cautious around you. After awhile though they became more curious about your condition and you talked with them more making friendships. You no longer were too attracted to breasts anymore, most of the girls around you had smaller breasts than you anyways. You thought the gun would be interesting, but you just weren't sure what you would do with it. Your breasts, although relatively new were a part of your identity and didn't want to get rid of them... even if it would get rid of some of the teasing. you threw the gun on the ground and just sighed thinking how much your life has changed.
Your sister came in your room after a quick knock and asked "you in there bro?"
"Yeah... what do you want?"
"I'm out of bras... I know you took some of my special cushy pillow bras and I want to wear some of yours while they are being washed... You done with that gun already?"
"...go ahead and take a pair... their all D-cups and the same blue model... and i'm not sure what i'm going to do with the gun..."
"Can I play with it?" A thought popped into your head telling you to not give a little girl something that could make breasts more absurd in your family, but you just didn't care
"Sure go ahead... just dont break it please..." She nodded and after taking a bra she left your room and you decided to go to bed early. When you wake up your find...