Sharon wasn't left wondering on the definition for long as her body responded to the flowery script.
Sharon's belly bloated outwards as it doubled in size, forming a boulder hanging heavily from her midsection, clumsy and cumbersome at it's lavish size, projecting a full two feet from her body. Her hips spread outward to support the hefty baby bump while her thighs swelled with fat and muscle to keep her standing, if only just barely, and joining the growth was her rear, growing into two round cheeks that resembled halves of a basketball shaking behind her. Her breasts wouldn't be left behind and nearly doubled in size to a pair of I-cups the size of Sharon's head, her thick half-inch teats leaking into the nightie occasionally. Sharon's body developed a layer of plushy fat, giving some chub to her arms, legs, and neck, by far the most reasonable change, seeing as a woman as pregnant as her would have put on some weight.
Sharon was surprised to see her changes unfinished as it spread out from her body to her attire, makeup, and hair. Sharon's nightie remained unchanged, but she found herself thankfully wearing a sheer white thong with a matching set of stocking that were tightly squeezed around her thick thighs. Her boots were replaced with a pair of black stilettos with five inch heels. Sharon's face developed a thick, but tasteful layer of makeup that gave a smoky look to her eyes and painted her lips a deep burgundy while her nails grew to an inch in length and became exquisitely manicured. Sharon's hair grew in length in volume as it reached the top of her bulbous rear and had enough body to have a width nearly matching her massive hips, with body came curls as her hair became wavy with thick curls interspersed amongst it's length.
Finally a wave of dizziness came over Sharon, as the world was set spinning, and then abruptly stopped.
"What's wrong Mommy?"
Sharon looked down to see a pair of toddlers standing by her sides, each holding tightly onto the hem of her nightie, and a sleeping infant in her arms. These were hers, her children, her babies. The twins, Jenna and Rachel, three years old and starting preschool, her six month old, James Jr., and three more only four months away, although Sharon suspected her belly a bit bigger than a triplet pregnancy.
"I'm fine baby, just a bit dizzy." Sharon noticed that her children were normally clothed, thankfully the dream seemed to have no interest in sexualizing toddlers, although knowing Jim, that might be unfortunately transient.
Sharon was surprised at this fantasy, she knew Jim was serious about her, but she never knew he fantasized about a family, it was an oddly wholesome idea amidst the sea of sex and madness, even if Sharon herself was a walking wet dream, and it made her a little happy, if only a little.
A bus pulled up and her children boarded, Jenna waving goodbye, and Rachel scaredly clinging to her mother, before she managed to work up the nerve to be without her. Once they were being driven off, Sharon found herself shedding a few tears, despite realistically only knowing these children for moments, the fantasy made her feel like a mother seeing her children take their first steps of independence, it was bittersweet and melancholy.
"Are you sure everything is okay Mrs.McNut?"
Johnny, The teenage brother of one of the grade schoolers taking the bus, was an athletic and scholarly young man, as well as Sharon's other neighbor.
Wait, was she back in her neighborhood.
Sharon looked around to see that she was indeed in her neighborhood, standing in front of her boob house. It seems the dream had set her back severely. While that would be a nuisance, she needed to take stock before making her next move.
"I'm fine Johnny, and I've told you, call me Sharon, I'm only 25. I feel like some old maid when you call me 'Mrs.McNut'."
Was that right, was she always 25? Sharon was starting to get frustrated, the dream seemed to be slipping little details out from under her. She was worried that these little details could add up, but letting it distract her was only going to slow her down, and she was already waddling at a glacial pace.
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