(St) She is perpetually embarrassed

Misprint in the last chapter: now its Version 297

Bill stood before his bedroom mirror, admiring the way his new breasts strained against the clinging fabric of his mesh top. And how his yoga pants clung to his curvy ass and legs. He turned to the side, marveling at how his gigantic tits and plush, protruding ass created an exaggerated hourglass silhouette.

"Fuck, this is so hot," Bill groaned, cupping his breasts and giving them a luxurious squeeze. His cock throbbed in his yoga pants as he kneaded them, sending electric jolts of pleasure straight to his groin.

Bill could have spent hours worshipping his own hyper-sexualized body, but the call of his mother's voice from downstairs snapped him out of his reverie. "Bill! Jasmine! Dinner's ready, come on down!"

With a sigh of regret, Bill gave his tits one final grope before sauntering out of his room. He descended the stairs with an exaggerated sway to his hips, relishing the way his ass jiggled and bounced with each step.

In the dining room, Bill's mother Samantha and sister Jasmine were already seated at the table. Samantha beamed at her son as he entered, eyes twinkling with pride at his scandalous attire. Jasmine, on the other hand, was staring resolutely down at her plate, cheeks flushed and jaw clenched.

"There's my sexy little man!" Samantha cooed as Bill took his seat. "I swear. You get more daring with those outfits every day. Not that I'm complaining - if you've got it, flaunt it, I always say!"

Bill smirked at his mother's easy acceptance, casting a sly glance at Jasmine. His sister was squirming uncomfortably in her chair, clearly trying to avoid staring at Bill's obscenely prominent bust and cock bulge.

"What's the matter, sis?" Bill taunted, giving his tits a nonchalant grope. "You look a little... distracted." Jasmine's head snapped up, her eyes wide and panicked. "I... I'm not...! I mean..." she stammered, gaze flicking helplessly between Bill's smirking face and his jiggling tits.

"Mom!" Jasmine finally burst out, whirling to face Samantha accusingly. "Are you really okay with Bill going around dressed like that? He looks like a total slut!"

Samantha's brow furrowed in disapproval, and she fixed Jasmine with a stern look. "Jasmine Anderson, you watch your mouth! There is nothing wrong with your brother expressing his sexuality. You could stand to learn a thing or two from his confidence!"

Jasmine gaped at her mother incredulously, but quickly withered under Samantha's unwavering glare. "Sorry, Mom," she muttered, staring back down at her plate sullenly.

Bill could barely contain his glee at his sister's chastisement. He decided to push his luck, eager to see just how far his mother's warped perception would stretch.

"Hey Mom?" Bill asked innocently, batting his lashes. "I was just wondering... when did I first start growing breasts? I know it was pretty early, but I can't remember exactly when..."

Samantha tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Hmm, let's see... You started developing when you were around 11, I think? Your father and I were so proud when you came to us asking about training bras!"

Bill's eyebrows shot up in surprise. 11 years old? He definitely didn't remember that... but then again, his own memories seemed to shift and blur around the tome's alterations. He pressed on, morbidly curious to hear more.

"And what about Jasmine?" Bill asked, casting a sly glance at his sister. "When did she start growing her... extra parts?"

Jasmine's face flamed scarlet, and she opened her mouth to protest, but Samantha cut her off with a chuckle. "Oh, your sister was a late bloomer in the breast department," she reminisced fondly. "But she more than made up for it when her little clitty started growing around age 13! I thought your father would faint when he saw the size of it!"

Jasmine looked like she wanted to die of embarrassment, shrinking down in her chair as if trying to disappear. Bill, on the other hand, was loving every second of his mother's casual discussion of their abnormal anatomies.

"And you were okay with all of that?" Bill asked, feigning confusion. "I mean, it's not exactly... normal for boys to grow breasts or girls to have dicks..."

Samantha waved a dismissive hand. "Oh, pish posh! Normal is overrated. Your father and I knew we had been blessed with two very special children. We always encouraged you both to embrace your unique bodies and sexualities. I am just glad at least one of you embraces it.” And she shot Jasmine a disapproving stare.

She then fixed Bill and Jasmine with a loving smile, reaching over to pat their hands affectionately. "We couldn't be more proud of the confident, sexy young adults you've grown into. Cock, tits, and all!"

Bill grinned ear to ear, basking in his mother's unorthodox support. Jasmine, meanwhile, looked torn between mortification and **** pleasure at the praise.

As Samantha rose to retrieve the food from the kitchen, Bill leaned over to whisper in Jasmine's ear. "Hear that, sis? Mom is proud of what a big-dicked freak you are," he taunted gleefully. "And she loooves my huge titties..."

Bill punctuated his point by giving his breasts a lewd jiggle, his cock visibly twitching in his yoga pants. Jasmine's eyes zeroed in on the obscene display, her own crotch bulging traitorously in her jeans.

"Fuck you," Jasmine hissed under her breath, tearing her gaze away with visible effort. But Bill could see the hunger in her eyes, the **** desire to just bury her face in his cleavage and motorboat until she came in her pants.

Oh yes, Bill thought smugly as Samantha returned with a steaming casserole dish. This new reality was going to be very fun indeed...