Bipolar Revelations

All three ladies sat down around the living room.

Mandy and Zoey took the couch and placed their plates on the coffee table in front of them, while Carol plopped down in one of the two large recliners to the right of the sofa with her plate resting on a TV dinner tray in front of her.

They all began to eat, sitting in polite but awkward silence for about a minute as they waited for Zoey to speak up.

"So, uh..." She said, then sighed as she looked at Carol with pleading eyes. "I think you should let Mandy strike a bargain with Edward."

The mother/daughter duo's eyes widened and met one another's.

"I-I don't think that's a good idea." Carol said, nervously eating a large fork-full of food before washing it down with water, suddenly unable to look either of them in the eyes. "I mean, I just don't think he would go for it."

"What are you talking about?" Mandy asked, her gaze as terrifying as it was genuinely homicidal as she turned it away from Zoey's face and inquisitively towards Carol. "What is she talking about?"

That was such a strange thing for Zoey to say, she thought to herself.

And her mother's reaction was just as strange.

However, the words that'd just been exchanged led Mandy to believe that she's been lied to for quite some time now.

"Why would I need your permission, and not Uncle Eddy's?"

The knowledge that her uncle was a virtual God when it came to body-altering technology had been in the back of her mind for as long as she could remember, but whenever the urge to ask him for any kind of help arose, the memory of him turning her down always shut down such hopes.

"No, I can't give you big boobs, or anything of the sort. I don't make deals or do business with family under any circumstances, end of story. Your brother and parents are no different. I'll tell you the exact same thing I told them when they asked me for something similar: If you ever ask me for anything like that again, or if you ever dare try to sneak into my Lab, I will turn you into a literal vegetable, and nobody will know that you ever existed."

The words cut deeply, and she hasn't been able to look her uncle in the eyes for the past year and half because of them. Aside from the existential dread of wondering if there was some kind of sibling or other family member that may have already been erased from reality, Mandy was more hurt by the fact that she poured her soul out to Edward before getting that response. Now, her deep-seeded frustrations were now pointing at one busty woman who was having a hard time looking her daughter in the eyes, one with big, round, and gravity-defying tits that could not have grown by natural means.

"W-Well..."

"Last week, I asked Edward if he could help you out with your chest." Zoey began saying to Mandy, which caused a look of terror to come over the usually composed and innocent-looking Carol. "You told me about how he rejected you and made some threats, but when I asked him about it, Edward just said that he needed the green light from your mom."

Mandy never once looked away from her fidgety mother, whose expression was actually shifting into one of shame.

"In defense of Edward, he was on day four without sleep."

"Damn it, Ed." Carol whimpered, sighed, then finally looked Mandy in the eyes. "I'm sorry, honey."

"You're... Sorry." Was all Mandy was able to say. "Y-You're sorry." She said, looking away towards the plate of food in front of her, as if trying to make sense of apology. "You're sorry?" This time, it was said with a worrying chuckle. "You're sorry!"

Zoey just nervously sipped on her glass of water as Mandy stood up and stormed over towards Carol, who leaned back in her seat away from her daughter's face as it closed in mere inches away from her own.

"All this time..." Mandy seethed, plating her hands down on the arms of the chair in a visible rage. "All this time, I could've had big perfect tits like yours, and you're the person that's been keeping them from me?!"

"I-I'm sorry, Mandy!" Carol pleaded, bringing up her hands to cover her sloshing cleavage. "I-I-..."

"You, what?!" Her voice wasn't loud, but it was intense and spiteful. "Why was I the only one you kept from getting what I wanted?!"

"Huh?!" Carol's expression quickly shifted. She still looked nervous, but she became more serious. "What are you talking about? I've never given Ed permission to use his science on anyone!"

"Oh, really?" Mandy asked, clearly untrusting of her mother. "What about Dennis? Are you telling me that he's just naturally fucking hot and hung like a goddamn horse? I'm not buying it!"

"That's-..." Carol blushed uncomfortably at that description of her son, but the words leaving her daughter's mouth reminded her of who she was in that moment, it seemed. She cleared her throat, her voice became more stern, and she pushed Mandy just hard enough to not send the crazed young girl stumbling back, standing up to face her.

"First of all, I'm your mother." She said, her voice cracking like a whip and sending a pang of fearful regret through Mandy's spine. "Secondly, the way you just described your own brother is half of the reason that I'm uncomfortable with letting you do any sort of business with your uncle, not to mention the way you were looking at my breasts earlier."

Oh shit, Mandy thought to herself. Maybe she overreacted, because now it seemed like she was in for a long-winded rant. More importantly, the realization that she probably just blew any chance of getting what she wanted became plain in her dread-riddled face.

"I know envy, believe me. But the way you look at your own family sometimes gives me the chills. Not only that, but I can't help but worry you'll do all sorts of things that you'll end up regretting sooner or later if I do agree to let Ed help you. I don't want you running off and turning into some cracked-out stripper just because you want people to like you. You're great, Mandy! You don't need a bunch of guys fawning all over you, it's more trouble than it's worth, and believe me, all of those crazy little things you think you want, the ones always swimming around in that head of yours, aren't going to matter once you actually find someone who really loves you. And if you can learn to love yourself, just the way you are, then you won't have trouble finding what you really want out of life."

Mandy was speechless, and tears were streaming down her cheeks.

Her mother's words were beautiful, and they were spoken with love.

However, there were two glaring contradictions to the weight they carried, and the momentous weight of those two big contradictions were breasting boobily in her sundress.

"So, uh..." Mandy said, sniffling and fighting back the tears of many mixed emotions as she raised a hand and pointed to Carol's jiggly chest. "You just got those for dad then, huh?"

Carol raised an eyebrow and put her hands on her hips, glancing down at her chest for a brief moment, but her eyes seemed to widen once she understood the implication.

"... Yes."

"And that's why you're wearing that dress... For dad, I mean."

Mandy could tell that her words were having an effect by her mother's sudden uncomfortable shifting, which ironically caused ripples in her very exposed cleavage.

"I-I, uh..."

"It doesn't have anything to do with the fact that Dennis' friends are over, does it?"

"N-No!" Carol blurted out, unconvincingly. "I-It's just-"

"Okay, well that solves that." Mandy said, clearing her throat and appearing much more composed than she was mere seconds ago. "I'd ask why dad would be okay with you showing off your body to a bunch of young dudes, but he likes to show off too, so that would probably include you by proxy, his amazingly hot wife, one that's super loyal to him, because he's a bonafide stud that everyone seems to love."

"H-Hold on a second, Mandy! That's not-" Carol stammered, her face bright red with embarrassment.

"Y'know, now that I think about it, dad's a pretty short guy, even shorter than I am. But that lump in the front of his pants, is that natural, or did you ask Uncle Eddy to-"

"Enough!" Carol said, louder than she meant to. She was clearly overheating, and Mandy crossed her arms and stared at her mother in teary-eyed triumph.

"You can't hide it, mom." Mandy said, cracking the shittiest of shit-eating grins. "We're the same person."

"Wow." Zoey said from the couch, then took a sip of the glass she was holding with both hands. "I didn't see that coming."

"Shut up." Said both Mandy and Carol.

Mandy's smile couldn't have been wider, but deep down she knew that she should turn her pomposity down a few notches if she wanted to have her chance.

"Look, mom. If you give Uncle Eddy the green light on giving me boobs, I promise not to do anything that would embarrass me." Mandy said, then took a deep breath and stifled her smile, appearing as sincere as possible. "Well, I can't really promise that, I do dumb things sometimes. But I do promise that I won't turn into a crack whore or anything. I just, y'know..."

It seemed like it was Carol's turn to tear up, this time.

"I want people to look at me like I'm a woman, not some little girl..."

A thick silence fell over the room for a short while, and it was broken when Carol sighed a deep sigh.

"... Fine."

The word was like the soft ringing of Heaven's bell.

"What?" Mandy asked, unsure if that's what she actually heard. "Did you say-?"

"I said, fine." Carol said, visibly defeated as she straightened up and composed herself. "On two conditions."

She said fine, and that was enough for Mandy to dramatically fall to her knees and look to the Heavens (ceiling) in utter joy.

"I don't care." Mandy said, her voice almost a whisper. "I'll take what I can get."

"I'm glad to hear that." Carol said, then turned to Zoey. "Pen and paper, please."

Zoey sat there for a moment in her own shocked silence, then scrambled to stand up and make her way to the pair, pulling out a simple black pen and notepad from one of her labcoat's inner pockets and handing them to Carol on approach.

Mandy stood, watching as Carol scribbled a few things down on the notepad and handed it to Zoey.

"The other half of my reasoning behind not letting your uncle help you was because, yes, we're very similar." Carol said. "I've written down specific instructions as to what exactly I'm permitting, but as far as what he's going to want in return from you is up to him."

"I'll literally do anything at this point." Mandy chuckled.

Carol shot her daughter a disapproving look, then sighed and turned to walk down the hallway.

"Don't make me regret this." She said, her sweet but somber voice trailing off. "Just remember, what is so easily given can be just as easy to take away..."

"Huh." Mandy said. "Ominous."

Zoey gasped as she finished reading the note, then quickly stuffed it into one of her pockets.

"Oh no." Mandy said, her stomach sinking with disappointment. "What does it say?"

"It says that if I show you what it says, your mom is going to tell Edward to cancel my internship."

Mandy's eyebrow twitched with frustration.

"Which means he'll probably make me fat again."

"... Well, at least you'll get your boobs back."

"Not funny."