It was piled high with lettuces, all shapes and sizes.“Salad?” Lana winced. “Really, Fran, you would be that cruel to yourself?”“Dig in.” ... countered with a Mona Lisa smile. I knew my son was up to something.She took the tongs - guests first. Rummaging for a first clot of leaves, her hand stopped suddenly. She turned the tongs and exposed the second layer. “Is that a bone?”“Rib roast salad, with a Cajun butter dressing!” Jerry announced proudly.“Well, aren’t we the enterprising gourmand.” Lana. *****Morty was just beginning to wonder what was taking so long - when his body began to feel warm.Though he didn't know it, radiation was smashing through every cell in his body, mutating his DNA - but in a very specific, controlled way."What the..." Morty exclaimed - as his body, still feverish, began to tingle.Suddenly, an intense 'crushing' sensation ran through his feet. Morty screamed as his feet shrunk to a much smaller, daintier size. He repeated the painful scream as his spine suddenly. ? Then he started slapping her tits. Hard and painfully. Making them wobble and shake. She almost lost it, and was about to cover them, when she remembered the strapping she had received earlier. Instead, she stood there, taking slap after slap on how very soon very sore tits. ?All she could do, was to howl out in pain, and beg him to stop, as he continued to mistreat her ample bosom. She couldn't help but squirm a little, and soon she started crying again, begging him to stop between sobs.. I often used mirrors in the bathroom, to play with myself, watching how it appeared to open slowly at my touch. Every imaginable movement of my fingers on it seemed to bring about a different appearance of it. With this practice, I developed a pattern to enhance it's attractiveness to me, and of course, to others.Mother no longer forced me to wear the pretty, little matching skirt, blouse and panty sets. I got to shop for my own undergarments. My breasts were growing with time as well. I was no.