Learn about his parents' history

"So where did you meet my father anyway, Ronnie?" Josh asked as she continued to give it to herself front and back while her daughter licked jelly off her boobs.

"Well, ummm, I had just won the -ooo- First Runner up at the Miss Pifflehaven Cherry Days Beauty Contest when he stood up and objected. He thought I should have been crowned the beauty queen." Ronnie explained. "He climbed up on the stage and told the security that rushed to go away and they did. Then he told the emcee that I had only lost to Marci because my titties weren't big enough, but that wasn't fair because I had so much potential! Then he turned to me and told me I should grow my titties twice as big as they were then and make them firm and round and perfect. So I did. I don't know how I did it, but he told me to and so I did. The girls popped right out of my pagent gown and they've been as big and firm ever since, even 2 kids and 20 years later!"

"What, really?" Josh said. "No way!"

Josh had wondered why his sister was so much less endowed than their mom, but figured it was having had kids. He had to try this!

"Jemma, stop licking mom and fill up your jugs!" he commanded with his uncanny voice. "You want to be bigger than mom! Grow yourself a massive pair of knockers!"

His sticky-faced sister looked up in confusion, not having been listening to their mother's story, but she put her arms akimbo and crossed her eyes in concentration and then her b-cups stated to quiver. Her nipples popped up stiff and then the rest of her boobs followed where they pointed, expanding forward like slow motion torpedoes, the base of each expanding out on her chest as they did so. Jemma moaned and sweat beaded all over her. It was clearly taking an effort. But she gritted her teeth and pushed on.

"Bigger than mom..." she muttered. "Bigger than mom!"

"It takes a lot of energy," Ronnie told them.

"But it's totally worth it," Josh said, amazed.

"Oh, totally!" Ronnie agreed.

Jemma stood panting, her growing gozongas jiggling. She was, indeed, bigger than her mom now.

"I'm...I did it!" Jenna panted triumphantly. "You told me to do it, and I did it!"

"Yes you did!" Josh agreed. "Damn!"

"That's the thing about this voice of yours, Josh," Ronnie said. "When you tell someone to do something, they'll find a way to do it, even if it isn't technically possible. Unless they have a thumb up their ass, of course."

"Right," Josh said, unable to take his eyes off his sister's new rack.

He really wanted to explore those jugs. But he also wanted his mom to finish her story about how she met their father. Should he do both?