Plenty.

“Would you rather have even bigger breasts or a bigger butt?”

“I’ve got enough junk for two already. I’ll gladly take some more up top over more down low.”

Her dress rips even further down, letting you see the whole divide between her breasts, both massive tits barely being restrained by the fabric. You note her stiff nipples peaking from behind the material. The swollen funbags are now twice the size of her head each. Oh, how you long to see them rip themselves free. Wait a minute.

“Would you rather your dress shrink until it shredded over your body or flash me your breasts every now and then.”

“I don’t need to **** this thing anymore than I already do. I’ll just pop ‘em out at you.”

And as soon as she stops speaking, your mother spreads her cleavage and shakes her chest at you, jiggling the heavy flesh back and forth before stowing them away for the time being. You can’t help but get harder. You haven’t started eating yet, still salivating over your own mother’s voluptuous new form. But there’s a line that you’ve yet to cross.