"Then you have another thing coming to you."Richie was about to retort when he realized that his mother had finally, if indirectly, acknowledged that ...hings were not normal. He let out a ragged sigh, the feeling of relief almost alien to him. He had given up on her; or more accurately, he had wanted to give up on her to have one less thing to distract him, but that had been based on cultivating a relationship with his father through the link he supposedly shared with him.Richie frowned.. She tried to look down her nose to see what happened.She moaned as she saw the obvious tightening of her blouse.She couldn't believe what happened to her. Her breasts were swelling. The pressure of her blouse became unbearable, until two buttons popped. An abundance of white freckled flesh burst free. She groaned. Her modest breasts started to inflate into cartoon proportions.They must be past D-cups now and still didn't stop.Willow tried to see what happened. She panted uncontrollably. The. "You know you said, 'sic, sic Dominus' to me," I said."That would be the day," Lisa laughed.I dropped her off in the town and returned to my hotel. That evening I found her knickers buried deep in my trouser pocket. I thought about sending her a text to see how she was, but decided not to. During the week, I got a message asking to meet her at the café; we sat outside. I wondered how this conversation was going to go, so I spoke first."My work is over, some paperwork tomorrow, then home," I. Shoot me any ideas or directions you might have. They have certainly helped in the past and I welcome the interaction.Full disclosure; I am considering moving some of my writing to other online platforms. All open-access and free-to-read, of course. The stories published here will be my unwitting test material as I check out different sites by posting them there. Otherwise, have fun. I'll drop writers notes in the comments section as always so look out for those and happy reading!~.