Mom is back!

Just as my pulse had finally calmed down, the thud! of someone dropping a grocery bag and a startled "Sophie?!" let it shoot right back up.

Don't move!

My stepmother froze in place. I looked back up to Regina.

You can move again, but you won't stimulate me and get off of me!

Finally, my breasts were freed from their prison as the tight grip of Regina's tongue loosened. She moaned loudly, her body shook, and she fell to the floor. What was that? Does becoming a statue do that to you? Or did she seriously just cum?

After a few seconds, Regina stood up again.

"Phew! Nice one, Ringmaster, that was hot!"

"You went too far" I responded with a glare.

"Oh come on Ringmaster, you can't tell me you didn't like it."

"You KNEW that I underestimated it and couldn't take it, yet you went on!"

"Mh... I MIGHT have been caught up in the moment a little. Err, I mean..." her demeanor shifted "...looks like I did something baaaaaad! Please, Ringmaster, punish this naughty, naughty Ringslut!"

It was blatantly clear that she had no intentions to take this seriously. It was all just a game to her. But fine, after what she just did, I had no reservations about "punishing" her.

"Regina, you will now go to my room, stay in there and masturbate. Use your new tongue as well!"

Regina raised an Eyebrow. "Err, sure, but you don't need the ring to..."

"But every time you are about to cum, you stop. You will repeat this until I tell you otherwise!"

The ring became warm as the order got applied. Regina grinned.

"Alright then, Ringmaster. I will eagerly wait for you to release me!"

Yeah, let's see if you are still so smug after lunch. It was 11 am, so she had about one and a half hours of edging ahead of her. Alright, now I had to take care of Mom. I stood up from the couch.

...and immediately took a nosedive. Or would have, had my breasts not cushioned the fall. Holy shit, these funbags were heavy. They had to go. I sat up as far as I could, then focused on the ring. However, when doing so, my breasts also came into view. There was no denying it, they looked absolutely awesome. Just as I had wished for, they were not only ginormous but also had the perfect shape. There was no way I was gonna get rid of these treasures. They had not been planned for, but now they were here, and they would stay. There had to be another way to deal with the problem.

These breasts do not affect my body in...

No, wait. If I worded it that way, I'd basically tell my rack to ignore the laws of physics. No way I could do a reality change on that scale. Okay, different idea.

My body is from now on build in a way that it has no trouble dealing with this bust size and won't suffer any short-term or long-term repercussions from it. This change will not be visible from the outside.

A strong, burning sensation crept through my entire arm, so painful that I wanted to scream. But after it faded, I felt the muscles in my back become denser, then the same happened at other parts like my legs. I stood up. I had no trouble whatsoever. On the contrary, it even felt as if my posture had improved. All right, time to free Mom!

You can move again, and you will forget everything that happened after you opened the door.

My stepmother blinked disoriented.

"Uh, what... Sophie?? What happened to you??"

Wow, seriously, how stupid am I? What on earth made me think the matter with my new assets was over just because I could now stand upright. Think, girl!

"I, er, uh you see, I, err h-had... a growth spurt!"

You don't think that is weird!

The ring got hot, though not nearly as much as I had expected. This was a somewhat bigger metal change, why wasn't this more taxing? Or was this new version of mom a natural airhead that didn't need much convincing?

"Oh? What a lucky girl you are. But look at those stretch marks, are you alright?"

"All good, don't worry" Also, those weren't stretch marks, if anything, they could be called tongue marks.

"If you say so... then let's hope your butt follows."

"Um, I'm sure it will."

Yeah, you bet it will. I hadn't thought about that yet, but a K-cup with no ass whatsoever would probably not pair very well.

"Do you think anything in your wardrobe will still fit you?"

"I, uh, don't think so."

Right, another MINOR DETAIL I forgot. With a "give me a minute", Mom disappeared into her bedroom. When she came back, she handed me a plain, white shirt to put on.

"How is it?"

"If I'm honest, it's pretty tight. Not really comfortable."

"Feared so. Just so you know, I wear that when I want to get comfy. That thing is baggy on me."

"What??"

"Sorry, but unless you want to wear nothing but bandages, you'll have to cope with it for the day. When we drive downtown, the first stop will be my dressmaker!

"Dressmaker? Can't we just buy something new?"

"Oh sweety, do you really think that there is a store that sells that size? MY stuff needs to be tailor-made, and your new bosom is definitely bigger than mine. Speaking of shopping, how about we go out for lunch? When I bought groceries, I saw a flyer for a new greek restaurant. What do you say?"

It was a bit weird to see the woman that had hated my guts for my entire life suddenly know my favorite food, but there was no way in hell I was gonna say no to gyros.

And so we went. After an excessive lunch, the first stop was, as promised the dressmaker. As expected of a professional, she asked no questions and just took my new measurements. After she was done, Mom placed a huge order I didn't even want to imagine what it costed, but I was sure she had just spent more money on me than throughout my entire life. And boy, she was not done. We spent hours shopping, ate ice cream, and to be honest, I had the time of my life. After a while, I got the lingering feeling that I had forgotten something, but I could pin it so it probably wasn't important.

It was past 5 pm when we sat in her car again.

"Had fun, sweety?"

"Definitely" I answered honestly. Who cared that this personality was fake! Right now, this WAS my Mom, and it felt really nice.

"However, so far we only celebrated, and clothes hardly count as a present. So tell me, where do you wanna go?"