After the shopping

A resplendent sun greeted the Martins as they emerged from the store. Penelope balanced her handbag on her majestic belly to retrieve two pairs of sunglasses, one for herself and one for her son. Mrs. Martin looked splendid in the midday wearing brand new stylish green thongs. She had been struck by a sudden inspiration while ing a lingerie store on their way out. She left the boutique wearing a piece of lingerie that turned out to be perfect for containing the vegetables she hadn’t managed to fully insert into her vagina. But more than her new purchase, it was her small victory over her friend that she savored, and she was determined not to let her son’s sulky mood or her tired legs spoil her enjoyment. Silas trailed behind his mother, shuffling his feet. He had attempted to broach the subject of nipple dilation several times since leaving the Martins' company, and through arguments, he had managed to transform his mother's lack of enthusiasm into a categorical refusal. But Silas seemed unable to grasp that his mother couldn’t be as sensitive to the many benefits she would derive from him stretching her nipples. To Mrs. Martin's great despair, he brought up the subject once again:

“I perfectly understand that you prefer to keep yours as they are, but I think for a woman who would be interested, it must have incredible advantages, even just stretching them a little bit. Imagine, Arthur's mother can probably change the size of her breasts however she wants! If she wants breasts that aren't too big, she puts footballs in them, and if…”

Mrs. Martin interupted him with a sharp sight “Silas, stop it. You're annoying. Seriously, it's a no. It get it that Celine nipples got you quite excited, I’ve already told you three times find a restroom. If you don’t want to masturbate, then deal with it any other way, but stop bothering me.”

“But Mom, it’s not about that at all!” the young man exclaimed. “It’s mainly the scientific aspect that interests me. Nipple dilation has a potential you seem to be completely missing.”

Penelope sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Silas. Listen, I understand you’re ionate, but I ask you to take just one second to think about it rationally. Storing groceries in my breast? Come on!”

Silas looked back at his mother cluelessly. Penelope sighed again, quickly glanced around before continuing in a lower tone. “I really don't want to criticize Arthur or Celine. I adore them. But they're really crazy to have done something like that. Celine’s breasts don’t look like anything anymore. I would never do that to myself…”

“But Mom, it’s just because she had her groceries in them that they were a little deformed! And besides, I don't find them awful at all, and Arthur liked them too.”

“Good for them, but I would find it awful to have breasts looking like that,” Penelope retorted. “They’re probably even uglier when they’re empty: Her breasts must look like two tired comforters dangling down to her thighs.”

The image made Silas cringe, but he pressed on. “How do you know? I’m sure they look normal when they’re empty. Your belly doesn’t hang down to your thighs when it’s empty and we stretched it way more!”

“That's not comparable, Silas,” Mrs. Martin replied. “Breasts are not like the abdominal cavity, which is held together by core muscles built for resisting massive internal pressure. Breasts are not meant to provide structural , darling. They are just skin and adipose tissue held by a couple of ligaments. Even when they're well cared for, they end up sagging. I can't imagine how ruined Celine's are, given the **** they have been subjected to.”

“Ok, maybe. But…” Silas trailed off, running a hand through his hair. He looked at his mother, his expression laced with doubt. “…are we really sure about that? Your skin hasn’t become all stretched, has it?”.

“Oh, that's enough, darn it!” Penelope stopped abruptly, causing the various liquids stored in her abdomen to slosh. “Who has breasts here, in the end? You or me? And besides, if it's really so great to have your nipples dilated, we might as well just do yours.”

Silas winced and closed his arms on his torso. “Uh no, that wouldn't work, Mom!”

His mother answered him with a threatening smile, "Who knows? After all, as you yourself reminded me so many times, Celine didn't really believe it either when Arthur first proposed it to her."

“Are you kidding? That's not the same at all!”

“I'm very serious: it's my role as a mother to help you explore and experiment. I realize that instead, I am stifling your new ion, and since it's clear that it won't be with my breasts that you will explore it, I feel it's my duty to offer you an alternative.”

Silas took a step back. "Uh, honestly, now that I think about it, if I have questions about this, I can discuss it with Arthur or with Mrs. Simon."

"Really? I have to confess this topic doesn't interest me at all, but at the same time, I would be terribly disappointed if your purely scientific curiosity ended up thwarted by my lack of cooperation," Mrs. Martin insisted with exaggerated affectation. "Finding those famous lactiferous ducts on a man must not be a small matter, but since you insist so much, I'm ready to help you!"

"No, really, I think I’m good," Silas said, increasingly uncomfortable with the turn of the conversation. "I don’t want to bother you with this. You’re not interested; I can understand that perfectly."

“But you have to believe that my involvement is essential since you kept bringing it up. Don't worry, I'm sure I can figure how to open you up in a jiffy. If paperclips don't work, a safety pin will do the trick, no doubts.”

Silas cringed back, but suddenly, the sun's reflection on a closing car door caught his attention. “Oh! Look, it's Mrs. Simon and Arthur over there. Did you see their new car?”

“You're right, it's them behind the car!" Silas relaxed a bit, thinking this unpleasant conversation was over. “Hey, Céline, don’t leave yet!” Penelope called out cheerfully. Seeing that her friend was responding by waving her arm, Penelope gave her son a mischievous smile before walking purposefully toward their friends. She wasn't finished with him yet.

“Mom, what are you doing, what do you want to tell them?" Silas whispered.

“I just want you to witness the incredible extent of the potential of mammary storage, now that Celine’s groceries are in her car. Since there’s no wind, the potential must easily extends down to her ankles, I bet,” Penelope insisted cruelly, waving her hand languidly under her left breast.

“Mom, it’s not necessary. I believe you, let’s just go home.”

Against his discreet protests, Silas followed his mother as she approached her friend. "Celine, what a coincidence! We were just talking about you."
"Oh my! What were you saying?"

Silas’s breath hitched as they rounded the car, anticipating the vision of ruin and distended flesh foretold by his mother. "I was just telling Silas that I would love to have your opinion on these adorable thongs I just bought, and..."

Penelope’s smile evaporated, replaced by a sudden, frozen silence. A huge, disbelieving grin slowly started creeping onto Silas's face as he saw Them. Arthur, completely oblivious to the conversastion, was busying over Celine’s left breast, but his back was not large enought to prevent the Martin to see. Not the faded old pillowcases Penelope predicted, nor the bumpy flesh bags from the supermarket, but two flawless, pale pink globes, concealing most of Celine’s open jacket. Shockingly round, impressively full, and somehow, profoundly defiant. Penelope’s face, meanwhile, looked like it had just been slapped with a bucket of cold water—or, to be more accurate, by a pair of astonishingly taut globes.

Finally, the rush of a ing car’s engine broke the profound silence. Celine slowly shook her head, a perfectly amused smirk settling on her face. "Well, if you want my opinion Penny," she purred, glancing at Penelope’s massive exposed abdomen “the only thing I can say is that your cute little shopping belly really doesn't do your new purchase any justice from this angle."