Amy's mother Heather entered the house, throwing her purse onto the couch. She was a redhead in her forties, fairly fit, but had an especially big rack. E cups easily. They had stayed with her after she had been pregnant with Amy, and she was tired of the stares she got. She was hoping that working out would reduce them a bit. At the very least, she had a few little pills that would be able to give the pigs something else to gawk at...
"Moooom?" called Amy's voice from the basement.
"Yes, sweetie?"
"Can you come help me with something in the gym?"
Probably needed help with the equipment. She had tried explaining everything to her, but Amy could be a bit slow on picking up new…
“OH MY…!!” Heather gasped, bringing her hand to her mouth when she saw the gargantuan teens in the gym. Emily was still admiring herself in the mirror from different angles, Amy sitting in the middle of the floor and smiling meekly at her mother.
“See, we were wondering…”
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