Breakfast Stripping

I made it to the kitchen where I saw mom setting up breakfast. It seems she decided that pancakes were the defacto champion of today’s breakfast, as she had set a plate for herself, me, and my sister, April.

April was seated at the table while mom continued to work at the stove in order to create more pancakes for the table. I sat down, still uncomfortable with the way my boobs shook with each inch of movement. I really needed to find a way to ask a question in order to get rid of these things.

Unfortunately, with the way the ring worked, I could end up with three pairs of breasts and then I’d be really screwed.

“Hey, dipshit, your pancakes are getting cold.” My sister brought me back to reality… at least the reality in which I have the same tits as my sister and I have great lumbar support.

“Don’t talk to your brother like that.” My mother chided over from the stove. “I shouldn’t fight so much anyway. I remember when you used to get along all the time when you were younger.”

“Yeah, when he wasn’t a massive pervert.” April blurted out which honestly hurt my feelings. It was true that I went to dirt sites to read sexy stories and hentai comics, I always made sure to do it in private. And to my privates only.

However, that does not stop the flimsy, particle wood walls that my parents bought that could allow me to hear a tiny mouse sneeze from across the house.

“I don’t care! No arguing at the kitchen table. Now, talk to each other like normal siblings.” My mom laid down the lay of the law as she went back to cooking pancakes. The shape of her ass looked good in her mom jeans.

“UHHHHG… fine. What are you gonna do today?” My sister asked as she decided to abandon eating and poke at her breakfast. Her breasts poking the blouse she was wearing as I could trace the curve of her supple knockers. The whole situation getting me extremely aroused.

Wait… why was I getting aroused. I was never this perverted. I only started thinking like this when my sister said I was… a massive… pervert.

Shit. It seems that general statements made about me can cause reality to shift, and I was so absorbed in the conversation between my mom and sister that I didn’t notice the glow of the ring.

Before I could think more on this, April snapped her hands and brought me back to my new perverted selves reality.

“Hey, I asked you a question.”

“Oh… right. Uhm, nothing really I guess. What are you gonna do at… school?”

FuckfuckfuckfuckfuckFUCKFUCKFUCK!!!

“I don’t go to school, dumbass. I have my job at the strip club.” She answered as the glow of the ring activated and in the blink of an eye my sister completely changed.

Gone was her modest clothing and instead in its place was a pink slingkini that barely covered anything at all. Her areolas were visible from the sides as her nipples tented the strip of fabric that covered them. If I looked down I could guess that her vag and ass crack were similarly covered in the same way. I could also notice that she had some touch up to her face and hair as I could notice extensions on the latter.

And just like that, my sister turned from high school senior to professional stripper.

“I said be nice to one another.” My mother said as she placed her plate of pancakes down on the table. Her words cut out any room for argument and brought my sister to continue eating her own pancakes.

This whole situation was bananas that it caused me to hazard another guess.

“Hey, mom?” My mother looked up from her eating to address me. “Are you happy with April’s… profession?”

“Of course I am.” My mom said with happiness in her voice. “Stripping is a well-respected job after all.”

“Yeah, bro.” April chided in. “You’re just upset that you don’t have tits as big as mine.” The glow of the ring, naturally, occurred.

Before my eyes my sisters tits grew until they became, at guess work, HH-cups. The slingkini adjusting in order to compensate for the added fat. Her nipples were now dangerously at risk of slipping out of the dental floss-like fabric of her outfit.

I had the feeling that wasn’t all that changed as I brought out my phone from my pocket and searched up ‘Stripping’. Yup, it’s now a noble profession for women to aspire to along with neurosurgeon and astronaut.

“No phones at the table.” My mom scolded me as I brought my phone back to its place in my pants. “Now, let’s eat.” With that the rest of breakfast was had with my new large tits, my new perverted outlook, and my sisters new profession.