A mother and two girls have their lives - and bodies - transformed when they try on a new kind of magic underwear.
Miku was so overjoyed by the thought of another shopping trip, she almost walked outside in her bikini. It was only then that she realized none of her old clothes would fit her anymore. So she went upstairs with Saki to borrow outfits from their mom's spacious wardrobe. Appropriately enough, it was the same wardrobe where they'd played dress-up games as children.
"Are you girls ready?" their mom called up the stairs.
"We're not girls anymore. We're ladies," said Saki, thundering down the stairs in some decidedly adult-sized shoes.
She had picked out a dress to wear in a red and pink floral pattern that their mom used to wear on special occasions. It perfectly matched the style of the bra she wore under it.
"Sorry, I keep forgetting," said Yumika, kissing her daughter on the cheek before calling up the stairs again. "Miku, are you ready?"
"Coming!" she called.
A few moments later, Miku came waltzing down in a floor-length green skirt with a simple button-up blouse. When she tucked it into her skirt waistband, it really exaggerated the length of her legs.
"Now then, ladies," Yumika said to her daughters. "Who wants the front seat?"
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A short drive later, they were at the store. Miku led them up the escalators and Saki escorted their mom to the display stand where she'd found the Miracle-fit undies. Yumika looked so much like a kid in a candy store, it reminded Saki of how it felt when she first found them. She examined the selection twice over until finally picking out the largest bra she could find.
She was about to take it to the fitting rooms to try it on with the matching panties when she took another long look at the label.
For temporary usage only. Body will revert to usual size when taken off.
It reminded her that these undergarments, while magical, could not achieve what she wanted most - a permanent transformation.
"What's the matter, mom?" said Miku.
Yumika sighed and said:
"What's the point? It's not as if he will be impressed by it."
"You mean dad?" said Miku.
Their mom nodded.
"But I thought you said all men liked big boobs."
"They do," she said. "But your father says he loves me anyway despite... these."
She stared down awkwardly at her chest. Saki and Miku weren't sure where to look. It was quite embarrassing really. Their mom was about to cry in the middle of a shopping mall.
As a teenager, Yumika had always been ashamed of her flat chest. It was even worse for her being the only Asian girl in her class. She remembered how the only Asian boy in that class had ignored her advances for two years and focused his flirting instead on the cheer squad, who were blonde and pretty and everything she was not. It was only after three failed relationships with these big-busted early bloomers that he eventually settled for Yumika.
That boy had grown up to be her future husband and the father of her two daughters. But during in the fifteen years or so when they'd been together, the boy had not exactly grown up where it mattered. Kimiya, or just 'Kim' to his friends, was enjoying a kind of extended adolescence with the venture finance 'bros' at the stock exchange. Most of them were single men, the kind of single men who used fast cars and luxury apartments to compensate for their inability to pick up girls.
When he first got that job, Yumika would worry daily about him having an affair. To this day, she remained convinced that the only thing stopping him was the fact that he wasn't good at it like the others. Even among this group of pathetic men, he was an inferior bootlicker. But the day would come when he made his one winning investment, and that would be the day he made off with a big-breasted western woman.
Yumika tried not to think about it. But on today of all days, she couldn't stop herself from thinking about it. Perhaps it was the fact that both of her daughters had outgrown her on the same day, and felt confident about their bodies in a way she never did. She knew it shouldn't affect how she felt as their mother, but something about it made her feel inadequate, jealous even. If changing had been so effortless for them, why couldn't it be that way for her?
"So what's the problem?" asked Saki after they had been silent for a while. "He wants big boobs. You can buy underwear that gives you big boobs. End of story."
"Well, there's a thing we do when your father and I, uh... make love," she said, grimacing at her own use of the euphemism as if there was anything so terrible about saying 'sex' in front of her two grown-up daughters. "The first thing he does is take off my bra and touch my nipples. If the bra stops working after you take it off, I suppose they'll always just shrink to normal size in the bedroom... just like he always does!"
Yumika buried her face in her sleeve and started sobbing. Saki understood and reached out to place a hand on her shoulder.
"There there," she said.
"I think you should buy it anyway," said Miku. "But don't do it because of him. You should buy these things for yourself because you want to look pretty. You're a really great mom and you deserve nice things."
"Yeah mom," said Saki. "You don't have to do something to impress a stupid man. You deserve to feel pretty, no matter what he thinks!"
"Oh! Thank you..." said Yumika, and wrapped her arms around both daughters. At this point, there were tears in her eyes, but she didn't care.
She was sobbing for another minute and a half when she looked back at the bra in her hands and said:
"You know what? You're right. This bra is not for me. I need to feel good about myself, not satisfy my husband. And you know what? Magically growing an F-cup rack isn't going to make me happy. I'm going for something a little more in... my size."
She was walking away now, leaving Saki and Miku to figure out what she meant by this.
"Where's she going?" whispered Miku.
"To the checkout line," said Saki.
They looked on bewildered as their mom, in a burst of confidence, strolled up to the auburn-haired checkout lady, who was waiting on a tall stool behind the counter.
Before she could finish saying, "Hello ma'am, how can I help you?" Yumika was already speaking to her.
"Excuse me," she said. "I was just looking at the Miracle-fit bras, and I was wondering, what is the largest size you have available? I could only find F-cups."
"Oh," said the clerk. "If that's what you're after, you can take a look in our Plus Size section. Our Miracle-Fit bras come in sizes all the way up to 54-K."
"Thank you," said Yumika. "Will you tell me where to find that?"
"I can show you if you like," said the clerk with a smile.
"Yes, I'd very much like that."
Yumika smiled. She could get what she wanted so much more easily if she just asked for it with confidence.
"By the way, are these your kids?"
Yumika looked around to see Saki and Miku standing behind her, silently cheering her on. Well, so much for self-confidence. She went right back to feeling embarrassed again.
"They grow up so fast, don't they?" she said to the clerk with a shy smile.
"Ah yes, I thought I recognized you," the clerk said looking at Saki with a grin. "You're the one who came in earlier. And here I was thinking you got a gift for your momma."
Saki's smile was even more awkward than Yumi's.
"And you," she said, looking at Miku, and holding her hand about four feet off the ground. "I remember you when you were this big."
Miku giggled and gave an effeminate curtsey.
"Now," she said to their mother. "Let's go find you some bigger breasts."
-
The three women giggled while the auburn-haired clerk, who introduced herself as Sandra, led them through the store, past the big mirrors where the twins couldn't help but check out their reflections.
Sandra explained to them that most people who bought Miracle-fit products were adults trying to be slimmer.
"In fact, it's not often that a kid wants to buy one,"
"Why's that?" said Miku.
"Marketing," explained Sandra. "This store is independently run, so I don't have the budget to cater to the youth market. So I focus my marketing on the dieting crowd, which tends to be an older demographic."
"Wait, did you just say you run this store?" Yumika said while her daughters were distracted by yet another mirror.
"Yeah, I'm afraid it's just little old me and my accountant. He says I'd make more money if I marketed my wares toward young people. But then I worry I might lose my core demographic. And at the end of the day, making women feel good about their bodies is more important to me."
"Wow," she said. "So was it difficult starting your own business?"
"Not at all, ma'am," said Sandra. "If you love what you're doing, then you put in the extra hours. You don't mind because it never really feels like a job."
"Oh, don't call me ma'am," she said, embarrassed to be called it a second time. "My name's Yumika. But you can call me Yumi."
Saki and Miku exchanged glances. Their mom never let strangers call her by her nickname.
Sandra went on to explain why some of her Miracle-Fit underwear came in children's sizes. Mostly it was parents who bought it for their kids - often just to keep them at a certain age or in some cases to make them smaller. There were even some families who used the child's age to their advantage, to cheat in spelling bee competitions, or to get cheaper tickets to Disney World.
"Sometimes they can genuinely help with a child's self-esteem issues, so I as much as I can try to give parents the benefit of the doubt. But other times they just want to keep their child younger so they can treat them as a pet, rather than letting them grow. I guess at the end of the day, I don't get to decide what people eventually do with my product."
"Wait, your product?" said Yumi in surprise.
"Yeah, I'm the one who makes these, though I'm afraid I can't tell you how - trade secrets, and all. Anyway, here we are in the plus size section. Now, Yumi, I understand that choosing underwear can be incredibly personal, so I'm gonna leave you alone to it for now. The fitting rooms are over there if you need them. And uh... normally we don't let customers try on underwear without buying it first. But for you this time, I'm sure we can make an exception."
"Really? Thank you so much," said Yumi, blushing just a bit.
Miku giggled and whispered in Saki's ear: "That woman has a crush on mom."
Their mother meanwhile was examining the largest undergarments any of them had ever seen. She didn't really look like a kid in a candy store anymore. Instead, there was a look on her face that could only be described as determined, like a pirate who'd just discovered a vast crate of buried treasure.
She focused on the K-cup bra for a while, daring herself to try it on, but eventually, she decided she didn't need her boobs to be that big and went for the double J instead. It was the second biggest cup size, but with a shorter strap, so it fit her existing 32-inch chest.
"What do you think, Saki?" she asked, holding up the plain black bra.
"Ehh, they all look so big," replied her daughter.
"I think you'll look amazing!" said Miku, holding up a pair of matching black underpants, and giggling. "But I think you should wear it with these. That way you'll get a big butt as well!"
Their mother laughed. She would surely look ridiculous in these panties. Looking closely, she saw they were designed for enormous 56-inch hips. But the more she looked at them, the more she had to wonder: what would I look like with ridiculous 56-inch hips?
"You know what? Maybe I will," she said.
Thus it was decided. If she didn't like it, she didn't have to keep wearing them, but if she did, then that offered up a range of options. Besides, she very much doubted she'd change her mind. The only person she knew who didn't like big hips on a woman was Kimiya, her husband.
So she took the bra and the panties into the fitting room and was about to disrobe when she heard Miku say in a small voice:
"Can I come in?"
Yumi remembered how her youngest daughter would always come with her into changing rooms as a girl. Now as an adult she was old enough to be left alone by herself, but it was still very sweet that she wanted her mom's company.
"All righty then," she said, drawing back the curtain so that Miku could enter. Luckily for her, the fitting room was big enough that two adults could stand beside each other and still see themselves in the mirror.
Once the curtain was closed behind them, Miku whispered: "Go for it, mom!"
Yumika immediately started to disrobe. First, she unbuttoned the lilac colored cardigan and set it aside. Then her long tan skirt fell to the floor, and she slipped from her shoes.
Next, she removed her blouse, and all she was wearing were the ordinary white undergarments she'd got from Amazon, which had since discolored to beige. There was also the clip in her hair that kept it in a ponytail. This she removed and placed it in her shoe for safekeeping, allowing her chocolate brown hair to hang loosely about her shoulders.
Without her clothes, Miku could no longer see her mother as a pillar of strength, but rather as someone insecure and vulnerable. This also happened to be the way that Yumika saw herself.
Lastly, she took off her original, non-magical underwear, after which there was nothing else to take off. She now stood up head to toe before the mirror, completely naked. It was, in a strange way, liberating. For a moment, she even considered taking off her wedding ring.
But who was she kidding? There was no way Yumi could ever truly escape herself by putting on a different set of undergarments, even if they were magical.
Her body reflected back at her was boyish and unremarkable, which had always been a source of insecurity for her, and she hated that she felt so insecure about it. The last thing she wanted was to give in to that insecurity since it would only make things more painful when she took the underwear off and her old body came back.
"What's the matter, mom?"
"Nothing?"
"Don't you want Sandra to see you with a big butt!" Miku teased.
Of course. She had almost forgotten about the shop assistant. Sandra was the only person she could think in the last few years who'd taken an instant liking to her. It was not because of her appearance, or even in spite of it, but the way she talked when they first met. It warmed her heart to know that someone, even if it was just one person, liked her for her personality. All it had taken was a little bit of confidence on her part. Once she had assured herself of this, she began to wonder why she found it daunting in the first place. Putting on the underwear was now a personal decision, rather than something being done for someone else's approval. She would be doing this because she wanted to, not because she had to.
"Pass me the bra then," she said to Miku.
Soon the enormous brassiere was slung across her shoulder blades and fastened behind her back. It matched her existing chest size, just like she knew it would, but the cup size was way too big. They hung uselessly off her chest like deflated hot air balloons.
Unperturbed, she grasped the jet black panties and threaded her legs into them, pulling them tightly around her thighs where she collected up the slack in the waistband with one hand. Then she patiently waited for herself to change.
It began as a slight rumbling in her chest, which intensified with every passing second.
The skin under the folds of black fabric felt stretched and felt sore before it slowly but surely it began to expand.
"Mom, I think it's starting," Miku said, watching in the mirror as her mom's body changed shape before their eyes. And as she grew in size, she also found herself growing in confidence.
"Oh my," she said. "They're so... Well, they haven't been this big since I was pregnant with you!"
But instead of the change occurring over months, it was happening before their very eyes. In a few seconds, they were of average size for an American woman. In a few seconds more, she was above average, and for once she began to feel proud of her chest size.
Yumika's breasts retained their firmness as they expended, wobbling just a little for every one of her deep breaths. The nipples were now red and perky, as if ready to breastfeed again, while the soft skin around them continued to stretch.
A soft tingle moved throughout her chest, which felt really good, like being massaged by a lover, except better in every way. The feeling only intensified when her skin came in contact with the soft, silken lining of the bra. Oh, how she would grow to love this bra!
As if for was of some attention, her butt began to expand as well, each side of it puffing up like a soufflé. It quickly caught up to the average for a woman of her weight, then it surpassed it and just kept on growing from there. To both of their surprise, her hips grew wider too, with a few muffled pops as the bones beneath them reshaped themselves, and the thigh gap opened up wider than ever before.
"Oh my..." she said, "Oh my..." rubbing a hand all over her brand new body. Where before there had been just skin and bone, there was now a landscape of curve and contour. Her backside turned from barely there into a thing of beauty. She sank her hand into it and it was warm and soft beyond belief. She wiggled it playfully as she twisted around to look at it in the mirror and sank her hand into the softness once again.
Each breast meanwhile had become a globe of feminine loveliness, each one easily the size of her head. And still, they were continuing to grow, along with her butt cheeks. She was curious to see how big they'd be when they stopped. But she was in no hurry for it to stop.
Finally, the bra fabric pulled taut, as did the panties, though not uncomfortably so. They had just enough looseness to them that they felt like they were her size. It was a level of comfort beyond that which she usually got from underwear, almost as if she'd been wearing them for years instead of having just put them on in the store. The acres of black fabric looked sleek and stylish now that they actually had something to cover.
It felt weird looking at her reflection in the mirror of a body that was clearly not her own. Something about it felt right though. Seeing her own smile on this new and exciting figure merely confirmed it. It was as though she was always meant to be this size, and just hadn't known it until now.
Yumika swung herself around, almost knocking over Miku with her wide hips, and pushed aside the curtain to the outside world without bothering to put the rest of her clothes on first.
"Well Saki," she said. "Take a look at your new momma!"
Her eldest daughter actually gasped and raised a hand to her mouth when struck by her mom's sudden good looks.
"Wow mom, you look so... sumptuous," was all she could say.
"Yeah, well I just think she looks like my mom," said Miku, "only now she's even better because there's so much more of her!"
"Aww, you say such nice things. And I feel the same way about you," said Yumika, squeezing her daughter into a hug.
Hugs with mom felt different now because she was all soft and bouncy. Miku rather liked it. But then again, she liked almost everything about her mom, including this.
Saki walked over and planted a kiss on Yumika's left breast.
"One for you," she said. Then she kissed the other one. "And one for you. Because I love you both the same."
It was just like the game their mom used to play when kissing the girls goodnight.
That single act of cuteness was enough to earn Saki a hug all to herself, to which she happily obliged. It was soft and warm and every bit as comfy as the one she gave Miku.
Then Yumi looked at her daughters and threw her arms around both of them. Soon all three women were cuddling together in the middle of the shop floor without a care in the world.
-
Yumika walked back up to the counter with a spring in her step, still only wearing the underwear she'd tried on. As for her regular clothes, she carried them in a bag since none of them would fit anymore.
"Re-sult!" said Sandra, getting up from her chair to admire her new favorite customer. "You look so good in those, I almost want to give them away for free."
"Oh no, I couldn't possibly," said Yumika, opening her own purse. She took out two dollar bills, a 20 and a 10, the only two that she hadn't already given to her daughters, and offered to pay for them.
The till bell rang and Sandra handed her the receipt.
"Either way," she said, "if you change your mind, or if you need to call the store about anything, then you can call this number."
She offered Yumika a business card.
"In fact, if you need to talk to me about anything," she continued, "still don't hesitate to call the store. In fact, let me give you my personal number. You'd be better off calling that one instead."
Sandra picked up a fancy pen and wrote her number on the card, then handed it to Yumika.
"Thank you," she said, and tucked it in between her breasts.
Just for fun, she slid the receipt in there as well. She didn't need to, of course. It was just that she'd never been able to do that until now. And god dammit, she was going to enjoy these boobs!
Originally posted to DeviantArt in August 2018.
Based on a series of pictures that Pixiv user Mogmog (Gomyugomyu) made a while back. Some people - myself included - wanted to see a story version that went along with them. So here it is. Images used with his permission.
Note that this is not a translation of the Japanese short story he posted on Pixiv. It is its own separate thing. As such the character names and backgrounds are a little different from the ones he used.
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