Bigger

"Well, since I'm gunna be sucking them, do you think you could make them a little bigger?"

Sherrie's heart fluttered with nervous excitement. She hadn't expected that request. She was wary of any extreme changes to her body, if she wasn't cautious she could accidentally bring a horror movie to life.

"If that's what you want I suppose we can try very carefully," Sherrie said.

Max nodded eagerly. Sherrie reached behind herself to remove her bra.

"Can you leave it on? I want to see you overflow it," Max asked.

Sherrie cocked her head, "Wow kinky! Sure darling."

"Okay here goes nothin'"

She looked down at her chest and squinted. Max watched with wide eyes as his mom's chest steadily swelled. Her breasts grew and grew, bigger, fuller. Her bra straps stretched taut and lifted off her chest.

"Getting a little uncomfy" Sherrie muttered, adjusting the straps.

Sherrie already had a lot of boob to begin with and was soon spilling out of it. Once her bra had no more stretch to give, her cleavage bubbled upwards, resembling bread rising in an oven. Max could see faint blue veins just under the surface.

"Please keep going mom," Max encouraged.

There was a popping sound as the back buckles of Sherrie's bra broke open. Her breasts shuddered and fell, no longer supported by the strained garment.

"Oh! woopsie," Sherrie exclaimed.

"Oh my god, that was so fucking cool," Max said.

"You like?" Sherrie beams proudly.

She removed the broken bra and cast it aside, then thrust her chest out and swayed lightly. Her breasts were the kind you would see on a bikini babe magazine cover. Perfect, large teardrop shapes that had just the right amount of sag, with cute pink nipples to boot.

"Hell yes," Max cupped and explored them gently with both hands. He kneaded them lovingly as his hands sunk into her big soft boobs. His cock was uncomfortably stiff and he snaked one hand under the covers to adjust himself.

"Care for a taste?" Sherrie asked.