This story contains shrinking, breast and ass expansion and a dommy mommy. (it is in early access on my subscriptions and will come to DA on April 23rd)

“Girls, girls.” Martha walked back into the room, holding a tray with three vials of drinks. “There is no need to be fighting. Now, please, I won our little bet, so you two need to take one drink each.” She sat down on the rocking chair across from them. “The two closest to you, please.”

“What is this about?” Amber narrowed her eyes. “What is in these drinks?”

“I don’t care. I love booze!” Greta took the vial and happily chugged the contents. “It tastes sooooo good. It makes my body feel warm and tingly.”

Martha smiled. “Come on, Amber. You know the rules.”

Amber snorted, and she grabbed the vial. “Fine.” She raised the bottle to her lips. “It does taste good.” She suddenly shivered. “Phewwwww. I. . . didn’t expect it to make me feel. . . ughhh.” She held her chest, her tender breasts throbbing.

Martha giggled as she drank her vial. “Are you okay, Amber?”

“I just feel very. . . hot.” She rubbed her throbbing breasts. “What was in that stuff?”

“Just a much more potent version than what was in mine.” Martha giggled as she stood up. “Now, my little ones, I hope that you don’t mind a few ground rules.” She smirked. “Frist. No talking back to your mistress.”

“What?” Amber jumped to her feet. “Now, wait a minute. You can’t just. . . just. . .” She panted. “I. . . the room. . . it’s. . . spinning.” She held her left hand to her head as her right hand squeezed her tender, sumptuous breast. “My. . . boobs. . . they. . . are they swelling?”

“Oh, trust me, my dear. Your lovely, sweaty breasts aren’t the only things that are changing.”