Mom's hair color and her bosom

"This one is fresh and good and so is these two." Mom/Julie chose the oranges and picked them up.

At the same time Mom's hair changed from salt-and-pepper brown color to blond color and grew longer.

Mom did not notice changes but she is annoyed that her long blond hair flows freely while she carries the oranges.

"Oh my! I forgot tie my hair this morning" As she placed oranges on the other table and took a bobble from her chest pocket and tied her hair to ponytail.

"This helps nicely." Mom chirps happily.

"Mom I would like drink orange juice too" John said and his mom nodded her head up and down. Good her son decided to healthier drink and not that soft drink cola. It just have too much added sugar and it is bad for teeth.

"Healthy drink for my boy. Then I need more oranges" Mom noted and hurried back at the fruit bowl.

John observed his mom once again. Mom is good and nice but her body could be even better. Her breasts if you could even call mom's flat A cup bosom as breasts. They are just damn too small. Although they have sagged with age noticeably John thought.

John snapped his fingers fifth time. He saw how his mom bosom transform back perky and youthful A-cup bosom. The breasts also began to swell wider and bigger under mom's plain white nurse uniform.

Mom halt a moment because she felt her brassiere and nurse uniform feel really uncomfortable and tight suddenly. She dropped the oranges and they fell to the kitchen floor.

"John my dear could you help me? Mommy's clothes seems to tighten." Mom plead because she felt soon she cannot breath anymore. She does not understand how this is possible? Clothes does not just randomly shrink. Oh dear what is going on? She pondered while the clothes begin to add awful pressure on her bosom area.

"Sure mom but it's embarrassing to touch you and your chest area." John replied and blushed.

_"John. I meant help with... The oranges."_Mom gasped and pointed the oranges on the kitchen floor.

"Oh. Oooooh. Right but looks like you also need help with your chest and I'm your own child" John tried act like shy boy.

"I am your....mother. The...re is nothing...odd..to help....fam... family.....member..when...he or..she.. needs..h..help." It was harder mom to breath while her bosom grew bigger and bigger but fabrics that hides them does not change as fast as breasts.

Reason was that John's main focus was on mom bosom and not her clothes. They changed after the breast grew bigger with few moments delay. John liked to watch as mom struggled with her clothes but everything good ends at some point. He is sure mom's lingerie and plain white nurse uniform will adjust themselves to fit as soon as possible but he have to play his sweet boy act or else his mom might be skeptical about this.

"Mom if it's fine with you then it's fine with me" John stated like innocent boy but shortly mom sighed and said and partly asked:

"Wait! Wait! How stra..strange. I think I don't need your help anymore. Now everything fits and I'm okey" Mom replied but also pondered why she said she needed help? Did she really had for a moment too small clothes but my breasts have been this enormous for years. So there is not reason me to wear too small clothes. Or did she just imagine all that? Maybe she was just too tired and stress caused her to see strange things?

"Mom. What are you saying?" John asked and his mom know that earlier must be some sort of stress hallucination if even her sweet and truthful son did not notice anything.

Mom does not know that behind John's sweet smile hides not so innocent boy. He is happy because his mom is now a blond beautiful woman with amazing sized bosom.