Lilith knew. She knew her mother was jealous again. She kept eyeing her new tits. Something was up once Lilith couldn’t find the measuring tape. Is she going to take my boobs again? Does she want to be immobile?

Lilith had her own ideas about how to deal with her mother. So one day she made her loving mom a milkshake—her new specialty—and put in enough sleep aid to knock her out for a few hours. There’s no way she’ll be able to taste anything besides my milk—not that she knows I’m lactating.

After finishing it, she brought it to her mother, who was in her bedroom where this whole breast-size ordeal began. “Hey mom,” Lilith said, sincerely, “I made you this milkshake. I know how much you like them.” She extended her arms to offer the dairy treat to Judith.

“Thank you dear,” Judith responded, stealing glances at her daughter’s enlarged boobs. She took a sip. “Wow, Lilith, this is amazing!”

“Thanks, mom,” she responded, walking out of the room, waiting for the shake to do its work.

An hour later, Judith was out cold. Lilith dragged her into one of the dining room chairs—a difficult task for a woman as curvaceous as she was—and got out a roll of duct tape. She taped her mother securely to the chair. Now that that’s done, it’s time to get our revenge. Lilith sent out a mass text to all the friends who had donated any of their breast size to her. If any of them wanted to recoup on their losses, now was the time. To both her surprise and not surprise, everyone showed up.

An hour after that, Judith woke up with Lilith standing before her, measuring tape in hand. She tried to stand up but couldn’t. “Lil- what is going on here? Why am I stuck in this chair?”

“You’re in this situation right now, mom, because we’re going to get even. Girls! Come in here!” The room was quickly flooded with Lilith’s friends. “Now make a line- let’s try to make this somewhat orderly.” She turned to address her mother. “Now, mom, you stole my boobs, and I was not at all happy about that. But I found your tape measure and my wonderful friends here were glad to donate their boobs to alleviate my suffering- one of them even gave me her butt-” She turned, showing off her generous ass, how it stretched her custom-made jeans- “The thing is though… this isn’t exactly fair to them now. I knew you were going to try to take my tits again when the tape measure was missing from where I kept it. So now here we all are. And now we’re going to get even because they are going to take back their boobs. From you. Helen?” Lilith offered the tape to Helen, the first girl in line.

Helen kneeled in front of the chair, wrapped the tape around Judith, and pulled, beginning the series of girls getting their chests back. For nearly an hour, Judith’s chest shrank. Shirts tightened and stretched as flat girls grew astounding H cups and already-busty girls got back a cup size or two. When all the girls were satisfied with their boobs, Judith’s chest had deflated from whopping behemoths hanging below her hips to comparably small G cups.

“Well, mom, it looks like my friends are done but you’ve still got quite a bit of a rack. Can someone hand me the tape?” The tape was passed through the crowd of girls into Lilith’s hand. “Now I don’t know how I’ll feel about having even bigger boobs, but it’ll definitely be better than how I feel about you having any of my stolen size.”

Lilith got into position behind her mother and brought the tape around her. Instead of going slowly this time, she yanked the tape tighter, making her mother entirely flat-chested within seconds. Her own tits swelled rapidly, her shirt stretching barely enough to accommodate them, her thick, milky nipples poking obscenely into the fabric.

“Oh, god,” she whispered as the swift growth of her chest felt even better than before. Her breasts grew enormous, and her shirt ran out of give, squeezing her tits slightly, making her express milk. “My boobs… wow.” Lilith stood, her legs wobbly from the sensations from her tits growing and her milk being squeezed out. Her plain cotton shirt was now more or less see through, the outline of her huge nipples clearly visible.

She walked in front of her mother and picked up a pair of scissors she had placed on the table earlier. “And now, mother, this whole thing is over,” she said, cutting the measuring tape into pieces. “Somebody whose tits don’t hang past their hips, get my mom out of the chair, please.”