They're just so big

Henry was still mesmerized by the amazingly colossal tits he put on his mother and automatically responded "They're just so big Mom!" He instantly blushed in shame as the words came out of his mouth.

However, his mother just laughed aloud "What?! You just noticed! Have I been raising a son who has serious visual defects this whole time?" Her chuckles made her gigantic tits wobble hypnotically in her bra. Though the lacy black bra grew with her bust it still appeared to be strained containing his mother's massive hooters. It looked it was ready to burst at any moment as his mom's titflesh overflowed from the bra. The generous cleavage he peeked at previously transformed into a heavenly mountainous valley. Fantasies of sticking his cock in between those titanic pillows raced through Henry's mind.

"Haha, I guess it just suddenly dawned on me. Ermm.... I don't mean to make this even weirder but what size are they, Mom?" Henry asked curiously.

"No, no it's perfectly healthy and normal for a son to be curious about his mom's tits." she replied sarcastically. "Here, take a look for yourself!" she said as she reached down into her laundry basket and tossed a large but cute pink polka-dotted bra at him.

Henry inspected the tag while lovingly caressing the soft cups of the bra.

"Holy Shit Mom! You're a 36G cup!"

"Yes I am." Mom replied with a smug smirk.

"Makes finding good clothes hell though. Thank god for the internet that I can find right fitting and pretty looking clothes for my 'uncommon' figure like that bra you're holding right now. Yes before that, I felt strangled by most of the tight clothes I wore. I suppose it's why I still have the bad habit of prancing around the house half-naked in my underwear even if it's in front of my teenage son."

"Well that explains a lot, mom."

"You know it's your fault they're so huge!" His mom said as she pointed an accusing finger at him.

Henry was stunned cold in fear. How could she know this time? She didn't notice when he made changes to her clothes before. What would his mother think of him reshaping her breasts into the fantasies of his wet dreams. She would think he was perverted and depraved.

He gulped and meekly said "What... do you mean mom?"

"When I had you they doubled in size! I admit I've always been rather busty girl, but after I became pregnant with you, my breasts increased two cup sizes. Most women's breasts eventually return to their original size after they stop lactating or even shrink down. But not your dear old mother. Seems like God or the universe decided that what big-titted Penelope Hunter needed was even bigger tits. And thus, here are the mammoth beasts you see before you."

His mother waved her hand across her breasts, cupped them and presented them proudly for Henry to gawk at.

"Amazing, I've learnt so much about you today mom."

"Always eager to teach my son some important history," his mother replied playfully. Henry was glad despite him changing his mother into a half-naked huge breasted sex goddess their usual casual mother son banter remained unchanged. All inspite of him carrying a huge erection and intense lust for her right right now.

Curiously, just like the previous comment about being braless all the time it seemed like the past was transformed to align with the reality of what was drawn.

His mother went back to ironing where each movement sent her colossal tits to tantalizing jiggles.