Trinity was sitting around the house, awful bored, and a bit hesitant to do what she should've been doing right then.
 
 The Winter Ball was happening very soon at her school, and it was looking like she wouldn't have anything new to wear, if she didn't make up her mind soon enough. She had plenty of dresses in mind, but most of them had one problem. Her boobs were far too small, and it wasn't just a coincidence that she'd picked dresses too large for her, it seemed. She'd been halfway through selecting a pool from which she'd make her final decision when she suddenly realized that the fact she wanted a dress with a chest too large for her probably meant something. Since then she'd been hesitating to make a decision, both on her dress and on making her breasts larger.
 
 She sighed, shifting around on the couch, her phone in her hand, on and with a set of bookmarks open in the browser, displaying the range of dresses she had narrowed it down to. They were all bigger than her, if she didn't get a boost soon, she'd have to start looking all over again, and this time she'd be forced to pick a dress she didn't like. She'd be all panicky and stressed and she might even break out, and there was no way she was gonna deal with that. Thinking over all this again, she finally turned her phone off and forced herself to get up. She had to just get this done before it became a real problem.
 
 She walked over into the kitchen, where her mother and father were eating some simple ham sandwiches that they'd made a moment earlier. Trinity and her mother actually didn't look that similar. Though she was a slim teenage girl with a moderately attractive figure, with her dirty blonde hair that she wore long and straight to her shoulders like every other girl in her school, cute features, and standard brown eyes, she really took after her father.
 
 He had the same dirty blonde hair, brown eyes, and slim figure. Her father was a bit of a nerd. He worked with computers and watched stuff like Star Trek pretty often. Few people could understand how he'd gotten together with his wife.
 
 Trinity's mother was a near-professional tennis player, who was crazy fit and devoting most of her life to either reaching that professional status or raising her daughter. She wasn't quite a bombshell, but she gave off an undeniable "MILF" vibe and was pretty busty, with double D's that put her daughter's large B's or small C's to shame, wavy platinum blonde hair down to her shoulderblades, and piercing green eyes. The two had fallen in love at some point though, and they'd been close ever since, all the way up to their daughter's junior year of high school.
 
 "Hey Mom, Dad? Would you mind if I used you two as breast fat?" Trinity asked, without decorum.
 
 "Hm? No problem Trinity. Honey, did you get that?" Her father asked, turning to her mother.
 
 She took a bite of her sandwich and set it down, nodding and giving a "m-hm" as she reached down and took off her shirt, still chewing her sandwich. Trinity's father set down his sandwich and took off his shirt as well. Trinity followed suit, pulling her tanktop off and unclapsing her bra, letting it fall to the floor for now. She didn't join her parents in shedding her jeans or panties, however, as she would only need her breasts exposed, whereas they may as well not have any clothes on. Trinity's breasts would just spit them back out covered in milk anyway. Trinity took a seat on a stool, taking a relaxed position with her elbows resting behind her on the counter.
 
 Eventually her parents stood naked before her. Her mother took another bite of her sandwich as Trinity sat up on the stool, shifting her butt back and putting her hands on the stool between her legs, pressing her chest forward and presenting it to her parents. They walked up and leaned down to her nipples, each of them touching their noses to a nipple. With a slight flex from Trinity, her nipples expanded around their noses and continued forward.
 
 It took a while, but between Trinity's breasts expanding and sucking, her parents' legs and feet were eventually slurped up. Trinity didn't quite realize that she was beginning to fall out of balance, seeing as she had two adult people surrounded by breast flesh hanging off her chest, and she was just one far smaller teenager on a stool. The two giant sacks quite obviously held her parent's forms inside of them, curled up, but their outlines began to fade slightly, her breasts beginning to return from such a stretched form to somthing more firm. After a moment of teetering, which Trinity was distracted from by the kinkiness of the situation, the girl suddenly fell forward off of the tipping stool and onto her breasts, squishing the softening forms of her parents underneath her.
 
 "Whoops, sorry guys." Trinity said to her breasts as they began to shrink back down and become round again. She wouldn't retain all of her parent's mass, a lot of it would be lost soon as a matter of fact.
 
 She heaved herself back up, carrying her massive breasts out to the front door. She managed to squeeze herself and her boobs through with a bit of difficulty and walk off of the porch into her front yard. She knelt down and set her breasts in the grass, still loosely hanging off of her chest. She was just in time, too, as her nipples began to feel wet. Trinity kneeled in the lawn for a while as her breasts began to leak out what part of her parents she wouldn't keep. Creamy white milk streamed out of her nipples for about a minute when somebody walked by.
 
 "Oh hey, neighbor! Who you got in those?" Asked Darlene, Trinity's neighbor and a constant annoyance, especially because she and her mother had been friends. Hopefully she wouldn't find a reason to come to her house anymore.
 
 "My mom and dad. Do you mind? Kind of not wearing a top right now." Trinity complained. She could have done this in the backyard, but even with the many houses that surrounded hers in the suburb she lived in, she didn't think anyone would rudely stop to watch.
 
 "Oh, okay. You... Don't want to bottle them?" Darlene asked, pointedly staring at Trinity's breasts.
 
 "Bottle-? No, I don't drink milk, no one cares. Again, do you mind?" Darlene finally turned and headed back inside from grabbing her mail. Trinity thought she should do that as well once she was done here. Eventually she was. The milk slowed to a trickle, then to drops, and then her nipples ceased to leak as her breasts reached their final size.
 
 This was just about perfect, and why she'd absorbed her parents. Her breasts were exactly the size she needed to fit in those dresses for rediculously busty girls. She guessed she was around an I cup, and she felt great. Well, until she stood up. As the weight of her breasts settled and she quickly scampered inside, bouncing far more than she was used to, Trinity realized that she hadn't really planned for her new size. Her back already felt strained, now that the vorish strength had faded, and she didn't have a single bra that would fit her breasts now. Walking over to the piles of clothes her parents had left behind, she grabbed her mother's bra and compared it to the bust size she'd given her, only to find that she was certainly far larger than her mother now.
 
 "Shit. I can hear you now mom. 'Always premeditate your actions.'" Her mother had always said. 'Just as you can imagine how your opponent will react to a serve, you can sometimes figure out what the world plans to throw at you next.'
 
 Well she now had her parents' funds to draw from at least, but now she had to not only make a decision on a certain dress, she also had to go bra shopping.
 
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 "Do you think it was worth it by this point?" Jackie asked her date to the dance, Trinity. The two girls weren't really sure of their sexualities, and they both knew this could be a great way to work it out together, like they'd always done.
 
 "Not really. I kinda miss my dad, and even now that I've got good bras, my back still hurts pretty often. Plus there was that one week, and that was just shitty." Trinity replied.
 
 "Yeah, how many days late were the deliveries again?"
 
 "Like three, I think. I can't believe I survived that week with nothing but tight T-shirts to support me. I thought my back was gonna break, my boobs were gonna fall off, or both. Plus, it felt like my nipples were gonna rub off on my shirts whenever I was outside. "
 
 "Well at least you got to wear your dress in the end. You're really beautiful, Trin." Jackie complimented, blushing and looking away a bit, though it wasn't evident in the gym-turned-dance-floor lights.
 
 "Yeah, I guess. It's not really what I expected either. My boobs have looked awful huge on me ever since I got them, and I enjoy that, but this dress makes it even more evident, and that kinda ruins it for me..." Trinity said, resting her head on her hands. "Kinda feel like finding some way to just get rid of the things. They've been nothing but trouble."
 
 "...Are they more sensitive?" Jackie asked, not turning to face her date.
 
 "Yeah, that too! Even when it's not cold out, almost everything feels rougher on them before. It's so distracting!"
 
 Jackie faced her, her blushing evident in the multicolored lights. "I meant-..." She paused, thinking hard for a moment. "Trin, do you wanna hang out at my place? Have some fun?" She asked, a touch of hesitation in her voice.
 
 Trinity hesitated too. "I mean, sure? What do you wanna do at your house?" Trinity had a feeling she knew, but wasn't sure if she wanted to be right.
 
 "We could... Play with your parents a bit..." Jackie said, shaking a bit.
 
 Trinity's face felt like it was on fire, and her heart was beating rapidly behind her very large chest.
 
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 Trinity didn't show up to school the following Monday. Jackie told everyone she was sick, but some people eventually caught wind that Jackie's parents had heard the two up in Jackie's room, and that they smelled maybe a bit more fluids than normally came out of a lesbian session.