"Okay, I'm heading out. Don't wait up!" Kelly said and hopped from the table, her meal barely touched. It was evening, two weeks into the summer and Kelly's vacation from college, yet Jessica felt she hadn't seen much of her daughter at all. She stayed in bed all day, only rising at three in the afternoon, seemed hungover when she did move, then ran out after a few mouthfuls of dinner. Even when they talked it wasn't more than a few pleasantries.
It only started after that new nightclub opened. For that reason, and Kelly's aversion to direct sunlight, Jessica reasoned vampires had finally come to life. She thought it was silly of course, a fantasy born from watching too many movies, but when she made a dish with garlic, her daughter all but gagged, and she'd been increasingly antagonistic towards religious figures. Her skin hadn't whitened, nor were her canines sharper. It must be a delusion.
And yet Jessica found herself outside the popular club just an hour after her daughter left. While vampires was a stretch, she doubted Kelly was with a good crowd in there, not when the uniform for entry was little to no clothing. One girl, barely out of high school, walked in with only pasties, thigh-high tights and heels on. Would they even let her in?
Turned out, the skimpy attire was more a trend. She entered the building with her usual jeans and shirt on, or perhaps they thought she was just dressed as a soccer mom. Like she could pull that look off. Jessica dressed for comfort, not to highlight her figure. Those years were long behind her, especially her legs where most of her weight seemed to go. Yet she got a thrill as the music thumped in the air, reverberated in the floor and her bones. The song wasn't her type, but it reminded her of the clubs she visited in her teens.
That wasn't her goal. Jessica sifted through the patrons, some dancing, others lounging in booths, and made her way to the bar, ordering a rum and coke. The alcohol would help in case she confronted Kelly that night. She had to find her first.
Easier said than done. Everyone seemed to wear a wig or coloured their hair, not one person had a natural colour that she could see. Except, perhaps, for the single brown-red mop on the other side of the room. Without a better lead, she took her drink, sipped it, and headed for her suspect.
Jessica kept a low profile. Her flats made sure she didn't stand over most people, though her lack of skin drew attention, while she 'pardon me' and 'excuse me' through the many dancers. Several of them weren't really dancing, just grinding into one another, or, just as likely, fucking. Once through the throngs, Jessica scurried to the nearest vacant booth and looked to where her daughter might be. It was her... right?
Her angle offered a flawless view of Kelly and the group accompanying her. That was why she struggled to accept the vision. For a moment, she feared the drinks were spiked, but no one else seemed anything but lucid, albeit horny, club goers. Jessica shot back her rum, grimaced at the burn, then took several breaths before she opened her eyes. Nothing had changed.
That must be Kelly, but what happened to her? Jessica's only child inherited a lot from her, including the supple handfuls on her chest, yet they were nowhere to be seen, but also everywhere as well. For on Kelly's chest, was a pair of tits bigger than her head and practically naked in her 'dress'. It barely qualified as one, covering little more than a bikini.
Did she get implants? No, then Jessica would've noticed immediately, and they looked too real anyway. Stuffing her bra made sense, but then where was it? It couldn't be a body suit either, since the skin tone was identical, without even a tiny blemish to identify it. Not to mention the other women around her.
None of them had breasts smaller than beach balls. The table bore their weight, creaking if they leaned forward even a bit and, perhaps a trick of the light and angle, Jessica doubted they were really women. At least they aren't vampires, she thought with a dry chuckle. Then what were they? Trans-girls? Boys? Fetishists?
One leaned in and said something to Kelly, who immediately smiled and nodded. She ducked under the table, barely visible in the dark, and fumbled with one of the 'girls' crotches. Jessica nearly shouted her shock as a massive phallus sprouted forth. It had to be the size of a baseball bat... was it soft? Oh fuck, it was. Kelly stroked it to an erection that made Jessica's legs seem small. Before her mother's eyes, she swallowed the foot-ball sized head with ease.
That proved to be too much and Jessica retreated for the night.
She intended to remove the image from her head by reading and eventually falling asleep. By three in the morning, she was still awake when she heard the front door open and heavy, laboured footfalls moved upstairs, bringing with them the same image that haunted her all night; that giant cock in her daughter's mouth. The book she tried reading came to a sex scene and all her imagination did was insert that dick into her mind. Even their breasts returned time and again. Were their asses just as big?
Days passed with her thoughts consumed by those women. Kelly's breasts weren't nearly so huge, back to handfuls and nothing more. Sleep eluded Jessica, bags formed under her eyes and her mind wondered, sprouting any thought she had.
"Maybe I should get implants?" Jessica mused at dinner. Like usual, her daughter barely touched the food, saving room for an impossible task.
"What?" Kelly gawked at her.
"Well, uh, I'm just thinking, you know... maybe I should get back into dating or something," Jessica said, floundering for a reasonable explanation.
"I mean, if you think it'd look good on you."
"You wouldn't mind?"
"Not really. Do what you wanna do."
With that, Kelly left, her final sentence ringing in Jessica's sleep deprived ears. So she did. The implants weren't really her desire, not at that moment, but rather to confirm what she saw that night. Again, she followed Kelly and scoured the club for those women, finding them easily this time. Her jaw went slack; they were even bigger. So was Kelly!
And she ascertained their butts were just as enviably huge. They all sat with legs splayed wide to make room for their appendages, dangling down almost to the floor, naked of course. Did any stores make clothes for dicks that big?
Jessica observed them again with a much stronger rum and coke in hand. Before long, Kelly was back on her knees, however her mother stayed and watched that time. It was impossible. It was too big. It was so fucking hot. She clenched her thighs together as Kelly throated the behemoth, hands playing with the monumental balls, each fatter than a pumpkin. Her child's jaw was stretched wide and her throat bulged with the girth inside it.