#attributeswap

Blame

Your daughter will smirk. “Wow, got milk, Mom?”, she’ll say teasingly. “This isn’t funny,” you’ll snap. “I’m SO full!  My body doesn’t know your brother’s not here! It’s not like I can just turn it off!” Your massive boobs will ache as they swing uncontrollably with the slightest movement. 

“Are you sure you should be sleeping in your bed? I could probably find a nice farm for you,” she snickers. 

“Stop it!”, you’ll wail. “I wish you knew how this felt!”

She’ll instantly stop. Her eyes will go dull. She’ll reach under your shirt, gently pulling out your enormous milkers. “Baby?”, you’ll ask. “Baby, what are you doing?”

You’ll gasp as her hot mouth closes around your swollen nipple. And she’ll suck. And suck. You’ll feel the pressure start to go down, feel your breasts ache less, your shirt go back to something resembling a normal size. 

At the same time, your daughter’s boobs will push out, getting huge with your milk. She’ll groan as her shirt stretches and her bra snaps, but she won’t be able to stop. When you’re a full, respectable C-cup, she’ll finally pry her lips off. “Oh my GOD!”, she’ll cry. “What have you DONE to me? I’m so heavy and HUGE!” 

The next time you see your friend, you’ll reach out to hug her, and both of you will yelp as you feel static electricity shock you. 

“Wha–what was that?”, she’ll mutter. “Are you OK?”

You’ll nod as you steady yourself–and then suddenly shoot up a few inches. Your clothes will instantly get tighter, trying to contain you. “What the fuck?”, you’ll say. “I’m…I’m taller?” The confused look on your face will turn into a moan as your boobs tingle and then push your dress out. They’ll get bigger and heavier, swelling every moment. Your hair will poof out into thick curls. Your pants will groan as your butt widens into a huge, fat ass. 

Your friend will be whimpering as she shrinks. Her clothes will look baggy on her, and her fabulous curves will get smaller and smaller. She’ll gape in shock her perfect body disappears and you begin to look like a goddess. “WHY IS THIS HAPPENING?!”, she’ll wail.