Meanwhile, Becky comes home

Becky quickly walked along the street, tired and weakened. It had been an exhausting day, and the lack of proper sleep was beginning to affect her. All she wanted now was to sleep, and drown her thoughts in a hot shower. As she walked along the street, she begun to think about her new life, and the features of her new body. A perfect machine of lust and pleasure, capable of making every man mad and fall to her feet. She could get used to it, after all. Her boobs didn't define who she was: they were merely a tool to get what she needed, and deep down she knew her perfect new appearance would make reaching her goals far easier now. Heck, social life was going to change completely for her. The nerdy girl next door could become one of the school's most popular people.

With these thoughts in mind Becky finally entered her home, greeted by an the sound of her mother cleaning the living room. She remembered about two days ago, when she had stolen her old vibrator and blossomed in all her glory. It seemed like ages ago, and she didn't want to confront her mother, nor to talk about what had happened to her. She quickly went upstairs, trying to make as little noise as possible, but it was useless.

-Where have you been last night?-

Her mother's voice was paired with the sound of the vacuum cleaner going off, with a soft sigh. Becky froze on the stair, too conscious pf the fact she looked like... another kind of girl.

-I've been at Luke's house, don't you remember? I sent you a message-

Becky had not the **** to turn around and look her mum in the eyes. She already felt her judging gaze across her body. She could feel the woman staring at her butt, her bare skin exposed for everyone to see. What was her mother going to think?

-I called Luke's mum. You weren't there. I called at school. They told me you skipped detention. -

Becky froze. She wanted to run away, once more between Zack's arms, to search for safety in a bed and for calmness in the spasms of sex. Her mum on the other hand was calm and silent, walking softly like a ghost. Becky was in complete panic: for the first time she wasn't in control of the situation. She was scared, scared and weak.

-Becky...-

This time her mother's voice almost didn't came out from her throat. It was the sound of a weak, insecure woman, someone who didn't even know who her child has become. In a strange and twisted sense, Becky understood her mother was as scared as herself.

-What have you done to your clothes?-

Becky felt her fear transforming into rage. An unstoppable and violent ****, like hot steam ready to come out from a boiling pot. And her pot had surpassed the boiling point a long time ago.

-Becy, where have you been? What have you done? -

-It's none of your business-

-It is, of course. I am your mother!-

This time, Becky turned around. Her skin red with rage and embarrassment. Her big breasts were on full display under the thin fabric, and she could feel her mother being uncomfortable at their sight. It was like she wasn't able to imagine her daughter different from the hopeless and weak nerd she had been. But she would need to understand that her life was different now.

-Becky your...-

-Boobs? Yes, they are my boobs. And they are fucking huge. And I like them-

She couldn't believe at her own words.

-How it is possible...-

-Well it is possible! I am a grown woman, and I'll do whatever pleases me! I'll do whoever pleases me!-

Becky was about to cry, emotions exploding out of the girl's body. She already regretted her words, but she know it was too late, and Pandora's box had been opened.

-This is not what being an adult means. -

At that point Becky knew it was over. Another judgment, another attack had came out of her mother.

-Well, then fuck you adults-

She turned around, silent, and she went inside her room, leaving her mother broken and speechless.