Confront Mike!

After her icy shower, Melissa went back to the living room and sat down on the couch with her legs crossed.

The moment she was dreading was close at hand.

Soon, her daughters would be home, and she was going to have to explain to them that their deviant younger 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 her. If the first thing she 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...

As Melissa told Mike before, she did trust him not to do anything outrageous again, 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 she was aware of. She 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 Melissa in the back of her mind said otherwise otherwise, that he was in there turning the world upside down without her even knowing about it, and she was too anxious 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, she repeatedly told herself. If anything were wrong, there wouldn't be anything she could do about it anyways, so dwelling on that was just going to bring unnecessary stress. Ever since the situation with her horrible ex-husband, Melissa found it easy to compartmentalize even the most worrying things.

Hours passed and the sun had set before Melissa’s daughters finally texted her, letting her 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 her was relieved, being that she still wouldn't know what exactly to tell them in regards to Mike.

She texted back and 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 her shoulders.

... And that thought brought Melissa back to thinking about the weight that was once on her chest.

Laying on her back, she looked down at the braless mounds underneath her gray T-shirt and frowned.

They made her feel so... unsexy.

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

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

Giving into her urges, confident that Mike would be too busy doing whatever he was doing in his room to walk in on her, Melissa’s hands slowly crept down to her buzzing cunt.

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

Screw it, she thought to herself, finally giving in.

It was just going to be her and Mike at the house tonight, so she might as well roll the dice and see what he has to say about her request for bigger breasts without having her daughters around to question her very questionable decision-making. Of course, Melissa didn't really want tits as big as the fake ones she had before, and she’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 she knew he was going to have on his stupid face almost stopped her from getting up off of the couch and heading to Mike's room.

She decided that this request would be a temporary change, a test run for the night. If having big boobs was really worth it, then she could ask him to make them permanent tomorrow, or something. Besides, she might just think that she wants bigger tits, but she’ll know for sure once she locks yourself away in her room for the rest of the night and work out years of pent-up sexual frustration.

Melissa 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, she swallowed her anxiety and pride, then softly knocked on his door.

"Come in!"

With her heart racing, she took a deep breath and entered.

What she saw caused her eyes to widen and jaw to drop.

The tidy room was dark aside from the TV, which was streaming one of the many popular superhero movies that Melissa hadn'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 Mike’s full-sized bed in the corner looked to be fresh and made-up. Mike was sitting back against the wall on the bed, wearing only a pair of bright orange briefs while eating from a bag of chips laying between his muscular legs.

Melissa was so startled by the cleanliness of the room that she almost didn't notice Mike's physical transformation, which caused her astonished expression to become even more-so, only with much more blush. Even though he was sitting down with his legs splayed out in a V-shape, she 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 her to make a note of 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 she was more than aware of what kind of fleshy monster was hiding beneath that thin sleek fabric.

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

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

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

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

"I-I-..." Melissa stammered, then reached up and gave her cheeks a crisp slap with both hands in order to get herself together. After clearing her throat and trying not to let her gaze wander down to his bulging package, she 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." She said, glancing around the room aimlessly, still more shocked at how clean it was than anything else, in truth. "Anyway, I-I, uh… I need to ask you something..."

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

"I… I think I sort of liked having big b-boobs." She reluctantly managed to say, making Mike's eyes widen with genuine shock. "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 she had been 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 gadget. He dramatically tossed it up in the air and snatched it back up as it fell. "Sure mom, I can do that."

Melissa’s heart fluttered at the answer, and her pussy seemed to tremble as soon as 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 well-defined upper-body muscles. "I may be all-powerful now, but I'm not running a 'boob charity' here."

Shit, Melissa thought to yourself. This scenario should've crossed her 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." She sighed and slumped her shoulders in defeat, giving him a pleading look. Melissa was ready to turn and walk out of there with a heart full of shame, at this point. "What could you possibly 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, then uncrossed his arms and slid out the device's keyboard. "I'll give you a nice rack, 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?" She asked, defensively crossing her arms over her flat chest with a raised eyebrow. Nothing good can come of this, she thought. On the other hand, he did say that she would both notice it and have the option of turning down whatever it would be. It all boiled down to how much Melissa wanted to have big tits again, and judging by the fact she hasn't turned around and left already, it appeared that a part of her 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."

"... F-Fine." She sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose. "Just don't make them too-"

Melissa let out a sharp gasp as she felt her small mounds tighten beneath the fabric of her T-shirt. She uncrossed her arms and placed her hands on her swelling breasts over her top, unable to not let out soft embarrassing moans at the sudden onslaught of dull vibrating pleasure that came along with her mammary cells rapidly dividing, multiplying, and expanding. She leaned back against the wall behind her and reflexively squeezed her growing tits. Eventually they became too big for her hands to contain, but the growth stopped before she realized it. With watery eyes, a damp crotch, and weak knees, Melissa let out a shaky sigh and looked down, seeing that her shirt had stretched and apparently reshaped to snugly fit the form of her new cantaloupe-sized tits.

Still squeezing them, she could tell that they were natural, but when her hands slowly pulled away, she 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 she was for a moment, Melissa gave her chest a gentle thrust and watched them jiggle around freely underneath her gray T-shirt.

"That's so fucking cool." She heard Mike say through another mouthful of chips, and when Melissa glanced in his direction, she could see that his new and improved cock was bulging to the side along the waistband of his tight briefs.

The light-headed Melissa shook her head and stood up straight, realizing just how flush and flustered she had been made by that bizarre experience. Nothing felt real anymore, nothing aside from her erect nipples and ever-aching pussy. And the look that Mike was leering at her with… It didn't fill her with the same sense of discomfort and unease as it had once before. Either he had done something to her 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 her judgment, each factor radiating with an overwhelming sense of masculinity.

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

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

"Sorry, daddy." She nervously blurted out as her eyes shot up from his crotch. She then cleared her throat and did her best to compose herself in front of who, she unfortunately needed to remind herself, was her own flesh and blood. "Thanks for-... Uh."

Mike's stupid smile couldn't have been wider.

"Daddy..." Melissa said, trying to say her son's actual given name. "D-Daddy!"