Confront Mike!

After your chilly shower, you went back to the living room and sat down on the couch with your legs crossed.

The moment you were dreading was close at hand.

Soon, your daughters would be home, and you were going to have to explain to them that their deviant young brother was able to alter reality on a whim.

It would make sense if they bolted out of the front door and never looked back, but that's if they believed you. If the first thing you did was tell Tammy and Gina what their situation was, they'd likely think she was insane until proof was presented to them. Surely it wouldn't be hard to obtain said proof, but, well...

Like you told Mike, you did trust him not to do anything outrageous, but he himself declared that he was some kind of prank king before going to hide out in his room, despite never having pulled any sorts of "pranks" in the past that you were aware of. You sincerely wanted to believe that he was in there simply playing video games and eating God-knows-what kind of junk that his device could conjure up, but something that was nagging you in the back of your mind told you otherwise, that he was in there turning the world upside down without her knowing about it, and you were too nervous about the subject to actually try and imagine what he could be changing.

It was best to take a deep breath and not worry about it, you repeatedly told yourself. If anything were wrong, there wouldn't be anything you could do about it anyways, so dwelling on that was just going to bring unnecessary stress. Ever since the situation with your horrible ex-husband, you found it easy to compartmentalize even the most worrying things.

Hours passed and the sun had set before your daughters finally texted you, letting you know that they wouldn't be coming home for the night. Tammy had decided to stay at her boyfriend's apartment while Gina was staying at the home of one of her classmates and long-time friends.

A large part of you was relieved, being that you still wouldn't know what to tell them in regards to Mike.

You told the girls to stay safe and make good decisions, then sighed and stretched out along the length of the couch like a weight had been lifted from your shoulders.

... And that thought brought you back to thinking about the weight that was once on your chest.

Laying on your back, you looked down at the braless mounds underneath your grey T-shirt and frowned.

They made you feel so... unsexy.

Remembering the wide-eyed gaze that Mike had when he was checking you out before felt unnatural and strange at first, but the more you dwelled on it, the more excited you felt at the prospect of being desired like that, and the less disgusted you. It'd been more than three years since you last had sex, which was mediocre at best, and if Mike hadn't decided to spill the beans about altering reality, you two might've wound up breaking that dry spell. Hell, who knows how long it would've been before you pleasured yourself again if he hadn't instilled the casualness of it in your altered mind at the time.

As your pussy continued to heat up at the thought of your son's perverted gaze and tastes, the crotch of your yoga pants became damp and wet, and you debated on whether or not you should go ahead and give your sensitive pussy another spin right then and there.

Giving into your urges, confident that Mike would be too busy doing whatever he was doing in his room to walk in on you, your hands slowly crept down to your cunt.

However, the lack of weight on your chest gave you pause, and you bit down on your bottom lip with frustration.

Screw it, you thought to yourself, finally giving in.

It was just going to be you and Mike at the house tonight, so you might as well roll the dice and see what he has to say about your request for bigger breasts without having your daughters around to question your very questionable decision-making. Of course, you didn't really want tits as big as the fake ones you had, and you'd prefer them to be natural this time, if anything. Putting this into actual spoken words was going to be awkward though, and imagining the smug look you knew he was going to have almost stopped you from getting up off of the couch and heading to Mike's room. You decided that this request would be a temporary change, a test run for the night. If having big boobs was really worth it, then you could ask him to make them permanent tomorrow, or something. Besides, you might just think that you want bigger tits, but you'll know for sure once you lock yourself away in your room for the rest of the night and work out years of pent-up sexual frustration.

You stopped outside of Mike's door, listening in for any signs of activity.

The sounds of the TV were muffled, but audible, and it didn't sound like porn.

So, you swallowed your anxiety and pride, then softly knocked on his door.

"Come in!"

With your heart racing, you took a deep breath and entered.

What you saw caused your eyes to widen and jaw to drop.

The spotless room was dark aside from the TV, which was streaming one of the many popular superhero movies that you haven't bothered to watch yet. There wasn't a sign of any trash or dirty clothing laying around, and even the sheets and blanket on his full-sized bed in the corner looked to be fresh and made-up. Mike was sitting back against the wall on the bed located in one corner of the room, wearing only a pair of bright orange briefs while eating from a bag of chips laying between his legs.

You were so startled by the cleanliness of the room that you almost didn't notice Mike's physical transformation, which caused your astonished expression to become even more-so. Even though he was sitting down with his legs splayed out in a V-shape, you could tell that he was taller now, maybe the same height as Gina, even. His once-slender figure and nonexistent physique were now filled out with lean and healthy muscle, like that of a hairless professional swimmer. The messy brown hair on his head remained unchanged, which was an odd thing for you to note before honing in on the huge lump in the front of his underwear. It looked like Mike had stuffed a softball in his briefs, but you were more than aware of what kind of fleshy monster was hiding behind that thin sleek fabric.

While you thought you were prepared for whatever lay beyond his door before entering, you now realized that no amount of psyching-up would've kept you from blushing like a schoolgirl in that moment.

"You can turn on the light, if you want." Mike said through a mouthful of cheddar potato chips, still half-interested in the movie.

"Oh, uh, y-yeah." You said, realizing you had been standing there in a stunned silence for several solid seconds. You flicked the light switch up, and were now able to see your handsome young son in all of his manly glory. "S-Sorry, I-"

"Hm?" Mike mumbled, turning to you with an all-too relaxed expression. "What's up, mom?"

"I-I-..." You said, then reached up and gave your cheeks a crisp slap with both hands in order to get yourself together. After clearing your throat and trying not to let your gaze wander down to his bulging package, you said: "First of all, I'm proud of you. I thought this room was going to a madhouse."

"Oh yeah?" Mike laughed. "What'd you expect to find, exactly?"

"I didn't want to think about it, to be honest." You said, glancing around the room aimlessly, still more shocked at how clean it was than anything else. "Anyway, I need to ask you something..."

"M'kay." He said, looking genuinely confused, but curious, at the same time.

"I... think I sort of liked having big b-boobs." You reluctantly manage to say, to which Mike's eyes widened at. "Maybe not as big as the ones from before, but, uh..."

Mike seemed to be at a loss for words for a short time, and there was an awkward moment of silence that fell heavier than the sound of the TV. Then, he smiled that smug grin you were dreading.

"So you came to ask if I'd give you a bigger bust?" He chuckled, reaching down under his thigh to pull out his reality-warping cell-phone-thing. He dramatically tossed it up in the air and snatched it as back up as it fell. "Sure mom, I can do that."

Your heart fluttered at the thought, and your pussy seemed to tremble when the device came into view.

"But what's in it for me?"

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me." He said, crossing his arms behind his head and flexing his impressive upper-body muscles. "I may be all-powerful now, but I'm not running a 'boob charity' here."

Shit, you thought to yourself. This scenario should've crossed your mind. It was very much like Mike to have this kind of mentality when he was asked to do something.

"W-Well, I don't know... No chores for a week?"

"The trash can literally take itself out, now."

"Uh... I won't bug you about getting a job or going to school for another year?"

"I can be a billionaire with a few keystrokes."

"Damn it, Mike. I don't know." You sighed and slumped your shoulder in defeat, giving him a pleading look. You were ready to turn and walk out of there with a heart full of shame, at this point. "Is there anything you want?"

Mike looked up in thought, wiggling his toes as the smile on his face just grew and grew.

"I've got it!" He said, uncrossing his arms and sliding out the device's keyboard. "I'll give you a nice wrack, but I'm going to change something else about you too. You and I will be the only ones aware of it, but if you decide to turn it down, you lose the boobs."

"What do you have in mind?" You asked, crossing your arms over your chest with a raised eyebrow. Nothing good can come of this, you thought. On the other hand, he did say that you would both notice it and have the option of turning down whatever it would be. It really all boiled down to how much you wanted to have big tits again, and judging by the fact you haven't turned around and left already, a part of you really wanted them.

"It'll be funnier if you find out on your own." He chuckled. "I'm ready when you are. Just say the word, mother dearest."

"... Fine." You said, rubbing the bridge of your nose. "Just don't make them too-"

You let out a gasp as you felt your small mounds tighten beneath the fabric of your T-shirt. You uncross your arms and place your hands on your swelling breasts over your top, unable to not let out soft embarrassing moans at the sudden onslaught of dull vibrating pleasure that came along with your mammary cells rapidly dividing, multiplying, and expanding. You leaned back against the wall behind you and reflexively squeezed your growing tits. Eventually they became too big for your hands to contain, but the growth stopped before you realized it. With watery eyes, a damp crotch, and weak knees, you let out a shakey sigh and look down, seeing that your shirt and apparently reshaped ever-so-slightly to fit the form of your new cantaloupe-sized tits.

Still squeezing them, you could tell that they were natural, but when your hands slowly pulled away, you realized that they were still more rounded than not, and perky enough for them to not require a bra to maintain their shape. Having forgotten where you were for a moment, you gave your chest a gentle thrust and watched them jiggle around freely underneath your grey T-shirt.

"That's so fucking cool." You hear Mike say through another mouthful of chips, and when you glance in his direction, you can see that his new and improved cock was bulging to the side along the waistband of his tight briefs.

You shook your head and stood up straight, realizing just how flush and flustered you were made by that bizarre experience. Nothing felt real anymore, nothing aside from your erect nipples and aching pussy. And the look that Mike was leering at you with, it didn't fill you with the same sense of discomfort and unease as it had once before. Either he had done something to you with the device to make that so, or it was his new dreamy body and the erect beast twitching in his briefs having an effect on your judgment, each factor radiating with an overwhelming sense of masculinity.

If simply making your breasts grow was that pleasurable, then what other sorts of toe-curling bliss could that little gadget of his make you feel?

"My eyes are up here, y'know."

"Sorry, daddy." You nervously said as your eyes shot up from his crotch. You then cleared your throat while you did your best to compose yourself in front of who, you needed remind yourself, was your own flesh and blood child. "Thanks for-... Uh."

Mike's smile couldn't have been wider.

"Daddy..." You said, trying to say your son's name. "D-Daddy!"