Sweet enough to give someone cavities.

As Monica popped into her room to put on something more appropriate for breakfast than her birthday suit, Adam went into the kitchen to begin preparing breakfast. Of course, he had very little cooking knowledge, but they had ready-make pancake batter in the fridge, and that stuff was pretty much fool-proof. Sure, freshly made would be nicer, but it was the thought that counted, right?

When his mother came down into the kitchen wearing a flowing dress that hid her massive meat pretty well, she found her son - or was it daughter now? - at the stove, happily humming a tune and frying up another pancake, a small stack already sitting on a plate beside him. Her heart melted; Adam had usually used every excuse in the book to get out of helping in the kitchen, and now he was preparing breakfast by himself! Monica went over to him, a little giddy with happiness, and hugged Adam from behind, her crotch pressing into his soft butt, and went to plant a little peck on his cheek. But Adam had expected that, turned his head and turned it into a full-blown kiss. They savored each other's taste for a good while until the smell of burning pancake rudely interrupted them.

Frantically, Adam broke of the kiss and tried to save what he could, but it was too late. Cursing, he threw out the charred piece of batter and looked at his mom ruefully.

"Sorry, mom. You just taste too good..."

"You too, sweetie. And the lipstick I gave you really suits you," Monica smiled.

"Thanks! Well, I think we have enough, c'mon, sit!"

Sitting down at the table, they began to dig in, smiling at each other every now and then. Monica had trouble wrapping her head around the situation. They were mother and son, but they were behaving like newlyweds! This was wrong, wasn't it? But her baby was such a sexy, confident woman, positively irresistible... And his tits were so huge...

Adam noticed his mother's eyes straying down to his expansive bust and smiled mischievously. It was amazing to have his body worshiped like that, his heart fluttering in his chest as Monica devoured him with her eyes. Extending his leg under the table, he began rubbing hers under the dress she was wearing. Her head shot up and she looked at him, first surprised, then all smiles. Taking a bite-sized piece of pancake on her fork, she slathered it in syrup, gave it a soft kiss and then extended it over towards Adam. Her son leaned forwards a bit, his gigantic hooters threatening to spill onto his plate, and munched down on the dripping piece of fried batter.

"Mmmh, yummy!"

"Not as yummy as you, sweetie... Oh god, did I really say that?!"

"Yeah! Oh, that was sooo cheesy," Adam giggled, surprising his mother with the girly sound. He had changed so much, but weren't they all for the better? She had loved him before, of course, but the new Adam was just so much... happier than before. That was definitely a good thing, right? And was there even anything she could do?

"Oh, by the way, Mom: I think I should change my name. Adam really doesn't fit these," he said, grabbing his tits and jiggling them a little, "What do you think about Addie?"

"I... uh, I think that would be a very cute name," Monica said, wrenching her eyes away from the quivering masses on Addie's chest and looked her new daughter in eyes that were sparkling with mirth. She felt like she could look into Addie's eyes forever, but a thought occurred to her.

"Say, sweetie, how about we go shopping? You need a new wardrobe to go with your new name."

"Oooh, can we really?" Addie squealed, but then her face fell, "I don't have that much money, though."

While she had never had much interest in clothing as Adam, Addie was excited to dress up in cute or sexy clothing to tease her mom and make her dick throb before she finally... smiling at the thought, she once again rubbed her foot along Monica's leg.

"Don't-- oop! Don't worry, I'll pay. We have more than enough saved up," her mother answered, softly whooping in surprise at the sudden, but not unwelcome touch on her leg.

She continued: "I'll lend you one of my dresses so you have something to wear. It might not look very good, but you can't go out like that."

As it turned out, not only did it look amazing on Addie, it bordered on 'You can't go out like that' as well: She was unable to close the the buttons of the dress, so her outrageous cleavage was on full display, but her huge bust had another effect. It made the dress ride up from the knees to Addie's mid-thigh, her shapely legs almost fully visible. The view made Monica swallow hard. How could her own son-- no, her own daughter be that sexy? This was wrong, but even if it was, she didn't want to be right. Not with Addie's incredible body right in front of her.

"You know what? The pills were probably the best that ever happened to me," Addie exclaimed, twirling in front of her mother's full-length mirror, "I could probably wear a potato sack and still look incredible!"

"Definitely. I'm kind of jealous, sweetie," Monica answered, "But wait, what was that about--mmmffh!"

Addie shut her up with a deep kiss and said after breaking it off: "I'll tell you when we get home. Now, I wanna go shopping!"