My real worry, though, was the possibility of Joanne descending the stairs and presenting our mother with a freshly-fucked glow on her face. That woul... raise red flags, for sure. But my manipulative little sister seemed to have everything under control when I finally got to the kitchen, although her glance towards me as I entered the room almost spilled the beans.“Mom,“ I started, “a bunch of kids from school are talking about going up to Pallisade Lake over break. You think Dad would let me. " Excuse me?" My breasts were just over a C cup now."They're almost perfect. Just another half-inch larger or so and they would be perfect." Well, I doubt that will happen. They've stopped growing."Michael smirked, "I have a feeling that they still have another inch to go..." he took a look at his watch, and fiddled with the dials a bit, " ... over the next month or so."The way he looked at me sent a chill through my heart. What did he know that I didn't?"It doesn't matter, I like the way I. Fortunately, despite being taken aback, I was able to operate on autopilot long enough to shake his hand and take a bulletin before letting Lisa lead me to a seat near the back of the sanctuary.The man in the pulpit, according to the bulletin and Lisa’s prior description, was Michael Jameson, the pastor of the church. At first glance, I estimated him to be in his late 60s. He was balding, with just a couple of small patches of blondish-white hair around his ears. His black, horn-rimmed glasses. And this was just the start.Even though my hands attention was firmly on my chest, I was well awareof the rest of my body's changes. I could feel my penis shrivelingaway, and a pussy being formed, and being formed incredibly wet. Myass grew; in order to give the hourglass figure I wanted. I felt myface shifting around, and even though I couldn't see it exactly, I knewwhat it basically looked like. Gorgeous, with nice thick lips and agenerally open expression.All of a sudden the weight of my.