As Eric awoke the next morning he had almost forgotten about going to sleep in his mother's clothing. He was slightly shocked but noticed how much he liked being in these clothes. He also noticed some hair on his bed, all of his body hair had fallen off over night. Leaving behind much smoother skin, and what was this feeling under his nightie. There was a firmness in his chest, almost like he was budding breasts. As he was just getting out of bed he heard a knock on his door then it opened and his mother walked in.
"Oh I see where my nightie went. If your going to start using my clothes you should have at least asked." Eric was surprised his mother wasn't more angry. Though it was her that had commanded him to be more like her.
Eric's eyes were once again drawn the pendant suddenly, unable to break his gaze, his mind began to fog over.
"If your going to be wearing my clothes, you should start looking an acting more like me." Natalie was unsure why she wanted that, but this is apparently what she wanted for her son.
"Yes... look... and act... more like you."
"Good now go to my room and put on some of... our... clothes, then take some to your room." Eric stood up and left the room. 'Maybe I should talk to the rest of the family about Eric, don't want them thinking this is weird.' Natalie thought as she left the room.
Once in his mother's room he disrobed and began to rummage through the lingerie draw. Putting aside a few items he liked, but each time he saw a bra he knew he was missing what was needed to fill it. Finally he decided on red lacy panties and a matching bra. knowing that Natalie would have an easy time putting the bra on, he knew that he would also have an easy time, and that was in fact the case. Once the lingerie was on however he felt the need to be more like his mother start to build.
He didn't have so many of his mother's lovely attributes, ones he wanted so bad. But most of all right now he wanted her big beautiful breasts. Something to fill out the pretty bra, something to make him more like he should be. He looked into the mirror starting to cry, if he was suppose to be becoming more like his mother, to wear her clothes, to act like her, and look like her, couldn't he have at least this one part. And as if in answer to his needs he felt a tingle in his chest. Quickly his budding breasts started to grow very quickly. They quickly filled to B cups, then grew so quickly they bypassed C cups and moved onto D's. The growth began to slow when they approached his mother's breasts size, nice full and firm DD's. The breasts filled the bra to capacity bringing a complete fulling to Eric he had not ever felt.
Now beaming with happiness he held his very large bust, while walking into his mother's closest. He began to select clothes through gleeful whimsy alone. Before he knew it he was fully dressed, a red blouse that showed a large amount of his new cleavage, a darkly colored skirt, hose, and some "around the house" low heels.
Fully dressed he grabbed a couple of changes of clothes including some more underwear, and brought the items back to his room. Having finished what he needed to, he decided that it was time to do some of his mothers... or on second thought some of his chores.
