Breakfast, the most important meal of the day

I decided that rather than head to school, I should try out my powers on a much more local and personal level. I had already eaten breakfast at my mom's and didn't want to mess with her, plus I had this great new car just screaming to me that it wanted to get out for a drive. I decided to take a quick spin over to my father's place.

My parents had been separated for a few years now, but in an effort to ensure that my mother and he would remain equally involved in the lives of my sister Jamie and me, he had bought a new house just a few blocks away.

Jamie and I had bedrooms in both places, but I usually stayed at my mother's, while Jamie typically stayed with dad.

As I pulled into my father's driveway, I noticed his car was already gone. There were still two other cars present however, so I knew Jamie and my step-mother, Kristin, were still in the house. I let myself in and made my way into the kitchen to grab a second breakfast --- it is the most important meal of the day after all, and the anticipation of using my powers was making me hungry.

I was just sitting down for the second breakfast when my sister and step-mother came downstairs. Jaime's ear buds were in place, she was oblivious to the world. I was surprised to see Kristin awake before noon. That could only mean she planned on going on a shopping spree. She acknowledged my presence by gruffly inquiring: "What? Your mother doesn't feed you at her place?"

Kristin was the personification of my father's mid-life crisis. He wrecked a good marriage to shack up with her. Maybe it was worth it 10 years ago, but Kristin is a shallow gold digger with a bad boob job and not a terribly interesting person.

She reached up in the cupboard to get a plate, the bottom of her skimpy robe pulled up just enough to see a little cheek. I guess she does have her positive attributes.

Kristin sat in front of me focused on her cell phone as I munched on some toast. I stared ahead at nothing in particular. The three of us were in the same room but we may as well have been alone.

Unintentionally I was staring at Kristin's chest, she was just right in front of me. Terrible boob job. It was barely a conscience thought "they'd look better if they'd be real". Just like that, her crappy bolt-ons morphed into real boobs.

There was a slight sag and Kristin certainly noticed the change. She looked down for an instant with a look of shock on her face.

"Something wrong?", I asked.

"No...I just....I don't know." Kristin stammered still confused.

They looked better now, but like I said, there was a little sag due to age. Well, Grandpa always said, if you're going to do a job you should do it right. With the raise of an eyebrow Kristin's boobs firmed up. She was looking like a perky 20 year old. The sudden change took her aback, she abruptly pushed away from the table and ran upstairs to have a look at herself. Jaime barely glanced away from her phone.