Goodnight Kiss (**LOLI (Under 12)**, incest (Mother/Daughter), futa on female, others

Brittany woke up 5 minutes before her alarm, and for the first morning in months, felt wide awake. She had tried to lay down again like she normally did to catch her remaining 5 minutes of sleep (plus the customary 30 minutes of alarm snoozing), but somehow, she was just not tired.

‘Is this what a full night’s sleep feels like?’ she bemused to herself, wary of the week prior. But then she remembered she had been up late after putting Abigail to bed last night too. In fact, by her calculation, she had gotten a whopping 5 hours. Only one more than the night before. ‘Great, now I’ll die just after lunch. Body, can we at least wait until we’re 40 to start glitching this bad?’ She noted that she would need to swing by Starbucks today and grab a coffee. Or 2.

She slid out of bed more gracefully than most mornings and wandered to her closet. Only a minute of her morning autopilot was allowed to pass before something went wrong. She couldn’t clasp her bra. She exhaled, she sucked in, she pulled, and… succeeded. Only now it was miserably tight. ‘Didn’t I…?’ she thought to herself, checking to see which latch she had gotten in the mirror. Sure enough, it was the widest setting.

She looked down at her boobs, which were apparently spilling out of their cups more than normal. ‘Oh come on, I do not have time for this to be happening right now,’ she sighed internally. She glanced at the clock and realized it was about 35 minutes earlier than she thought it was. ‘Oh. Maybe I do.’

Brittany started digging into the deeper recesses of her closet. She had always been a D cup, but at times she fluctuated up. Never more so than when she reached a DDD while pregnant with Abigail. And she could swear she still…

“Aha!” she chimed, pulling a dull beige bra from beneath a pile of clothes. “I probably shouldn’t still have this...” she muttered to herself. Regardless, it was saving her this morning. She slipped it on and it fit perfectly – as snug as it had ever been. Her eyebrows raised a bit. “Woah.”

She eyed herself in the mirror. She was of fairly average height compared to most women she knew, around 5’6”, but always had a nice hourglass figure. Her long, dirty blonde hair covered one of her dark brown eyes, but she could still see that her image in the mirror had changed. It wasn’t just the bra – her reflection confirmed the seemingly localized upsize. Apparently, bra shopping would need to be added to the list of weekend chores.

The rest of her normal “business professional” routine went as usual, and around the usual time she heard the usual voice from the hall. “Mom…?” Abigail’s tired morning voice called from the doorway. The 5-year-old stood in pink footsie pajamas, mid-yawn. Her messy medium-length brown hair looked much more like her father’s than Brittany’s, which was now in a stylish ponytail. Her father’s hair had done the exact same thing in the morning, and seeing it made Brittany feel like he was still close by.

She felt that stronger than usual today. Somehow, despite the muss, Abigail was just glowing this morning. Her skin looked softer, her cheeks rosier, and there was a sparkle in her eye as she blearily smiled to her mom.

“Mom, guess what?” she asked expectantly.

“What’s up, sweetpea?” Brittany asked, touching up her lashes in the mirror.

“I grew!” Abigail responded with a bounce.

“Oh yeah? How much did you grow?”

“A lot! This much!” Abigail held out her hands more than chest width apart.

“Woah!” Brittany exclaimed with an energy to match her daughter’s. “That’s a lot of growing for one night!”

“Yeah, look!” Abigail responded, starting to unzip he

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