A fresh new morning.

An insistent tugging interrupts your peaceful sleep.

You try to ignore it for a while, but it's no use, the blissful floating sensation melts away, and you're left supported by some cushiony material pressing against your naked back.

You open your eyes.

It's your living room ceiling, which means, tilting your head downwards, that you're lying on the sofa at home. There's a profound sense of contentment still filling you, so when you look down and see that your breasts look a little bit bigger, it's no big deal. You're comfy where you are; why would it even matter that much?

That feeling is also probably the reason why the first think you noticed wasn't your sister's mouth clamped over one of your nipples, eyes closed in relaxed joy. You reach up and, with what little energy you can muster, push her off of you.

She doesn't mind, simply rolling off and onto the floor, eyes still closed, a damp smile on her lips.

Damp? You look back at your breasts. It seems like their growth isn't all that's changed. You reach up, and, lifting one round tit, try to pull it up to your mouth, to lick at the milky droplets forming on your nipple.

Bigger they may be, but not that big; you finally give up after the fifth try. The fifth? Your eyes waver over the clock on the wall. Wasn't it two hours earlier than this when you first woke up?

You push yourself up by your elbows, the dullness evaporating from your mind. How long have you been out for? Wiping the memories of you suckling from your mom from your mind for now, you heave yourself to your feet, then look down. Yep. There's a definitely a little more bounce down there, and you seem to be dripping onto the floor.

Snatching your top out from underneath your sister - she makes a half-hearted grab for your boobs as you lean down, but it's easily dodged - you pull it back on. Your nipples are pressed into the material by the added bulk of your larger boobs, and you sigh exasperatedly as two tiny wet spots mark the front.

Great. So this has been a bust.

Whatever's going on here, it's clearly affected more people than it just seemed. Including you, now, second-hand anyway. Neither your sister or your mom are going to be much help with this. At least your mom can probably take care of your sister. You consider for a moment going to check that's true with her, but you realise you'd probably just end up with another fresh-from-the-source drink. And if you stick around here, whoever it is that's changed the two of them might just decided to add you to his collection.

For now, it looks like home isn't the best place for you to be right now.