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[Story] Truth or Consequences - Mom's Turn to Grow

Published: January 2nd 2025, 7:08:44 am

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This is technically Tuesday's post (usually UHD images), but instead wrote you a spicy spinoff of the cabin story! With these T4 exclusive stories, want to explore different topics, maybe add a little more heat 🌶️ Let me know what you think - same concept from the cabin story!

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Truth or Consequences - Mom's Turn to Grow

"Denis, if you don't get down here and help me clean this garage, I'm changing the WiFi password!" Lea called up the stairs, pushing her auburn hair out of her face. At thirty-eight, she still turned heads at the local café where she worked as a manager, though lately she felt every one of her years dealing with her sixteen-year-old son.

"Fuck, you're so dramatic," Denis's voice floated down, followed by the sound of his heavy footsteps. "I was in the middle of a match."

"And I'm in the middle of finally clearing out your dad's old stuff," Lea replied, hands on her hips as she watched her son descend. At 5'10", he'd shot past her 5'6" frame last year and hadn't let her forget it. "It's been three years since the divorce. We need to make space."

Denis rolled his eyes, though there was a hint of tension at the mention of his father. "Whatever. Can we just get this over with?"

"That's the spirit," Lea deadpanned, leading the way to the garage. "Start with those boxes in the corner. And actually look through them, don't just chuck everything in the bin like last time."

They worked in relative silence for a while, the only sounds being the shuffling of cardboard boxes and occasional clink of items being sorted. Denis was half-heartedly pawing through a box of old books when something caught his eye.

"Hey, check this out," he said, pulling out an ornate board game box covered in golden symbols. "Did dad leave this?"

Lea frowned, setting down the photo album she'd been flipping through. "I've never seen it before. What is it?"

"'Truth or Consequences'," Denis read, turning the box over. "Looks pretty old school. No electronics, just cards and dice."

"Probably worth something online," Lea mused, coming over to look. "Those symbols look antique."

Denis was already opening the box, revealing an elaborately designed board with spiraling paths and mysteriously marked spaces. "Actually... want to play?"

Lea blinked in surprise. Denis hadn't wanted to do anything with her voluntarily in months. "Really? What happened to your match?"

"Team probably lost anyway," he shrugged, trying to seem casual. "Unless you're scared of losing to your kid?"

"Watch it, mister," Lea smiled, already clearing space on the garage floor. "I'll have you know I was the reigning Monopoly champion in university."

"Monopoly?" Denis scoffed, setting up the board. "That's such a mom game."

"Better than spending hours shooting digital zombies," Lea shot back, settling cross-legged on the floor. "Now, how do we play this thing?"

Denis picked up the rulebook, his expression changing as he read. "Huh. It's like Truth or Dare, but with consequences if you fail or refuse."

"What kind of consequences?"

"Doesn't really say. Just that they're 'physically manifesting' whatever that means." He shrugged. "Probably just loses points or something. Want to try?"

Lea looked at the board, something about those golden symbols seeming to shimmer in the garage's fluorescent lighting. "Sure, why not? It's better than sorting through your father's old golf magazines."

"I'll go first," Denis said, grabbing the dice. "Since I'm bigger, I should probably take the lead."

Lea bit back a retort about his attitude. If he wanted to spend time with her, even just playing a mysterious board game in their dusty garage, she wasn't going to ruin it by starting an argument.

Neither of them noticed how the golden spaces seemed to pulse slightly at Denis's dismissive comment about size, or how the shadows in the garage grew just a bit longer as the game began. They were about to discover that some consequences were more physical than they could possibly imagine...

Denis's first roll landed him on a blue space. A card materialized on the board, making both of them jump slightly.

"Okay, that's a cool trick," he admitted, picking up the card. "Truth: What's your biggest regret from the past year?"

"Easy," he smirked. "Not trying out for varsity basketball. Coach said I had the height for it."

A subtle warmth spread through him, and he felt his already tall frame stretch slightly. His t-shirt rode up just a bit at his waist, but he was too busy gloating to notice.

"Your turn, mum. Try not to strain yourself reaching for the dice."

The golden spaces pulsed almost imperceptibly at his comment, and Denis felt an odd tingling sensation, his height dropping by half an inch.

"Hilarious," Lea said dryly, rolling onto a red space. "Dare: Do a handstand against the wall for 30 seconds."

Denis snorted. "No way you can-"

But Lea was already moving, years of morning yoga paying off as she kicked up into a perfect handstand. "You were saying?"

The growth hit her immediately. Her tank top stretched slightly across her shoulders, and her yoga pants seemed to ride up her calves.

"Show off," Denis muttered, but there was a note of surprise in his voice.

When Lea came down, she felt... different. More solid somehow. She could have sworn she was looking at Denis from a slightly higher angle.

"My turn again," Denis said, landing on another blue space. "Truth: What's your biggest fear about the future?"

He hesitated, glancing at his mum before shaking his head. "Skip."

The shrinking was subtle but unmistakable. His jeans suddenly had a bit more pool around his ankles.

"Everything alright?" Lea asked, noticing his discomfort.

"Fine," he said quickly. "Just... is it getting cold in here?"

Lea's next roll brought her to a golden space. The symbol showed a spiraling arrow pointing upward.

"Growth Surge," she read from the card. "Huh. That's weird."

The sensation was more noticeable this time. Her body tingled all over as she expanded slightly in all directions. Her tank top rode up, exposing a strip of midriff.

"Um, mum?" Denis was looking at her strangely. "Did you just..."

"Did I what?"

"Nothing," he shook his head. "Must be the lighting in here."

But as they continued playing, the changes became harder to dismiss. Denis failed another truth about his falling grades, shrinking again, while Lea successfully completed a dare to do the splits, growing further.

"Okay, seriously," Denis said after his mother won another round, "either I'm going mad or something weird is happening."

Lea stood up, realizing with a start that she now had to look down less than usual to meet his eyes. "You mean how you're not towering over me anymore?"

"So you noticed it too?" He stepped closer, comparing their heights directly. "I swear I was taller than this."

"Maybe you should have thought about that before making all those short jokes," Lea teased, realizing she was now only about two inches shorter than him instead of four.

"Very funny," Denis rolled his eyes. "Like a board game could actually change our sizes."

The golden spaces pulsed again, and Denis felt another small reduction. Now there was barely an inch difference between them.

"Want to keep playing?" Lea asked, trying to hide her growing excitement at the changes. "Unless you're scared of losing more height to your mum..."

Denis's competitive nature won out over his apprehension. "You wish. My turn."

Denis's next roll landed him on a blue space. "Truth: What's your proudest achievement?"

"Making starting lineup in football this year," he answered without hesitation. The familiar warmth spread through him, restoring him to his original height. He straightened up, relieved to be looking down at his mother again. "That's more like it."

But when Lea's turn came, landing on a red space, things got interesting.

"Dare: Do twenty push-ups with proper form."

"Oh, that's easy enough," she said, dropping into position. Her yoga-toned arms made the exercise look effortless, and with each rep, subtle changes rippled through her frame.

By the time she finished, her tank top was clinging to noticeably broader shoulders, and her arms showed definition that hadn't been there before. She stood up, once again eye-to-eye with her son.

Denis blinked rapidly. "Hang on, weren't you shorter than me a minute ago?"

"What are you talking about?" Lea asked innocently, brushing off her hands. "I've always been about your height. Remember when we marked the doorframe last month?"

"No way," Denis protested, moving to stand back-to-back with her. "We never marked the doorframe! You were definitely shorter than me at the start of the game."

"Honey, are you feeling okay?" Lea turned to face him, her newly muscled arms crossing over her chest. "Maybe all those video games are messing with your perception."

"But..." Denis looked down at her arms, which now sported biceps almost as impressive as his from football training. "You didn't... you weren't always this..."

"This what?" Lea flexed experimentally, the movement causing her tank top to stretch across her enhanced shoulders. "I've been doing yoga for years, you know that."

"Yoga doesn't..." Denis trailed off, confused. He could have sworn his mother had been smaller, softer somehow. But she spoke with such confidence, and the changes seemed so natural on her frame, like they'd always been there.

"Your turn," Lea said cheerfully, passing him the dice. Was it his imagination, or did her hand look stronger as she handed them over?

Denis stared at the board, then at his mother who was casually stretching her new muscles as if she'd always had them. The golden spaces seemed to mock him with their subtle glow, but every time he tried to focus on them, they looked normal again.

"Maybe I am going crazy," he muttered, picking up the dice with slightly trembling hands.

Lea just smiled, watching her son's confusion with hidden amusement. Denis rolled the dice, landing on a blue space. His heart sank as he read the card: "Truth: Tell your mother what really happened to her car last month."

"I... I can't," he mumbled, avoiding her gaze.

The shrinking hit him harder than before, his clothes suddenly loose as he dropped several inches. Lea's eyebrows rose as she now looked down at her son.

"My car? What about my car?"

"Next turn," Denis said quickly, passing her the dice.

Lea rolled onto a blue space. "Truth: What's the hardest part of raising Denis as a single mother?"

She answered without hesitation. "Watching you pull away from me this past year, trying to be the 'man of the house' when you should just be focusing on being yourself."

The growth was immediate and significant. Her tank top, already struggling to contain her enhanced frame, stretched even further as her shoulders broadened and chest expanded. The weight of her growing breasts pulled the fabric down precariously, while her muscled arms threatened the seams.

Denis's next roll brought another impossible truth: "What really happened to your college fund?"

He paled. "Skip. Definitely skip."

Another dramatic reduction followed, leaving him nearly a head shorter than his mother.

Lea's next turn landed her on a red space. "Dare: Carry the smallest player across the room bridal style."

"Oh, this should be fun," she grinned, advancing on her shrinking son.

"Mum, wait-" But before he could protest, she'd scooped him up effortlessly, her enhanced muscles making him feel light as a child.

"My, you're not so big anymore, are you?" she teased, completing her lap around the garage. Each step caused her to grow even larger, her top riding up her torso as her breasts' increasing weight pulled the fabric down dangerously low.

Setting him down, she finally dropped the act. "You know, I think it's time I admitted something. I've been aware of these changes the whole time."

"What?" Denis squeaked, now barely reaching her shoulder. "But you said-"

"That I'd always been this size? Please," she laughed, flexing an arm that now sported biceps bigger than his head. "I was just having a bit of fun with you. And speaking of fun..." she gestured to the board, "have you noticed how the game seems to know things it shouldn't? Like about my car?"

Denis shifted uncomfortably. "Or my college fund..."

"Exactly. And have you noticed how each round, the changes are getting more dramatic?" She adjusted her top, which was fighting a losing battle against her enhanced curves. "It's almost like the game is enjoying this as much as I am."

"We should stop," Denis said, eyeing the significant size difference between them.

"Aw, is my little man scared?" Lea teased, emphasizing the 'little' as she rolled her shoulders, causing her top to strain even more. "Don't tell me you're giving up? Unless..." she smirked, "your little old mum is too much for you to handle now?"

The golden spaces pulsed at her words, seeming to anticipate Denis's next move. The game wasn't done with them yet, and they both knew it - though only one of them was eager to continue...

"Your turn, sweetheart," Lea said, her voice carrying a newfound confidence as she passed the dice to her diminishing son.

Denis landed on a red space. "Dare: Move the garage workbench to the opposite wall."

He glanced at the heavy wooden workbench he used to help his dad move with ease. Now, as he wrapped his shrinking hands around its edge, he couldn't budge it an inch.

"Having trouble?" Lea asked sweetly, watching him strain against the immobile furniture.

"This is ridiculous," he panted, giving up. "It's like it weighs twice as much as before."

The shrinking hit him immediately, dropping him below his mother's shoulder height. His clothes hung even looser, sleeves dangling past his fingers.

"My turn," Lea almost sang, rolling onto a blue space. "Truth: When was the last time you went on a date?"

"Mum!" Denis protested, but she was already answering.

"Last weekend, actually. That new history teacher asked me out for coffee. Quite the gentleman..." she trailed off as the growth began.

Her frame expanded dramatically upward and outward. Her tank top, already fighting a losing battle, strained as her chest swelled. Each breast now rivaled Denis's entire torso in mass, the fabric groaning under their weight.

"Let me try that workbench," she said, stepping toward it. The concrete floor seemed to tremble with each footfall. She gripped the edge with one hand and effortlessly hoisted it overhead.

"Show off," Denis muttered, then immediately regretted it as another golden-triggered shrink reduced him further.

"Want to test that strength of yours?" Lea challenged, setting down the workbench. She held out her arm. "Come on, try to lift it."

Denis wrapped both hands around her forearm, pulling with all his might. Her arm didn't budge an inch, and the effort cost him another few inches of height.

A loud ripping sound interrupted their contest. Lea's top finally surrendered to the mass of her enhanced chest, splitting right down the middle. She quickly grabbed a nearby blanket, wrapping it around herself.

"Well, that was bound to happen," she chuckled, adjusting the makeshift covering. "Although..." she glanced at the board, then at the darkening windows, "maybe we should take a dinner break? I'm starving after all this growing."

Denis looked relieved at the suggestion of pause, until he realized his new predicament. The stairs to the kitchen looked like a mountain from his new height.

"Oh, silly me," Lea grinned, easily scooping him up. "These stairs might be a bit much for those little legs."

Each step she climbed made her grow slightly larger, while Denis seemed to shrink in her arms. By the time they reached the kitchen, she had to duck through the doorway, her head nearly brushing the eight-foot ceiling.

Setting Denis down, she watched him teeter toward the dinner table. He barely reached her thigh now, her legs thick as tree trunks from his perspective, barely contained by the remnants of her shorts.

"Here, let me help," she said, lifting him onto a chair. Even seated on the dining chair, he had to look up at her. Way up.

"This is insane," he mumbled, watching his mother rummage through the fridge, her massive frame making the kitchen look like a dollhouse. "You must be over eight feet tall now."

"Eight foot two, if I had to guess," Lea said, having to crouch to check the oven. "And you're what, not quite three feet?" She straightened up, causing another button to pop off her shorts. "Want to stand next to me and check?"

"I'd rather not," Denis grumbled, but Lea was already moving toward him.

"Come on, indulge your mother," she said, standing next to his chair. Her thigh alone was thicker than his entire body now, rippling with power as she shifted her weight. "We could mark the doorframe, make it official."

"Very funny," Denis said, but he couldn't help staring at their reflection in the kitchen window. His mother's massive form dominated the space, the blanket doing little to hide her enhanced proportions, while he looked like a child's doll in comparison.

"Don't worry," Lea said, ruffling his hair with fingers nearly as thick as his wrists. "We can finish the game after dinner. Unless..." she grinned, flexing an arm that could have easily lifted their car, "you're enjoying being my little boy again?"

"Well, this is different," Lea laughed, having to kneel beside the table just to be at a reasonable height for conversation. Even kneeling, she towered over Denis, who stood on his chair just to reach the table.

"Can we please just finish the game?" Denis asked, trying to maintain some dignity while eating his pasta with what now felt like oversized cutlery.

"Oh, I don't know," Lea mused, adjusting the blanket around her enormous frame. "I'm starting to think we could just leave things as they are. After all..." She raised her arm in a casual flex, her bicep swelling to otherworldly proportions. "This little boost could come in handy. Been meaning to clear out that basement for ages."

Denis stared at her arm - a bicep peak larger than his entire body - and swallowed hard. "Very funny, mum."

"I mean it! Just think how efficient spring cleaning would be," she continued, clearly enjoying herself. The blanket shifted as she moved, her enhanced chest swaying with enough mass that each breast now dwarfed her son twice over. "Though I might need to invest in a new wardrobe first."

She pretended to think for a moment, tapping her chin with fingers thick as Denis's wrists. "Speaking of which... isn't Martha into fashion design? Your girlfriend from chemistry class?"

Denis nearly choked on his pasta. "How did you-"

"Oh please, I've seen how you light up when she texts. Maybe we should invite her over?" Lea's grin turned mischievous. "I hear board games are great for breaking the ice..."

"Mum, no!"

"Why not? Could be fun! Though..." she glanced down at her massive frame, then at her tiny son, "we might need to adjust the seating arrangements. And maybe reinforce the furniture."

Denis buried his face in his hands, which only made Lea laugh harder, the sound filling the kitchen like thunder.

"Just imagine her face," Lea continued, clearly warming to the idea. "Walking in to find her boyfriend pocket-sized while his mum's trying not to put holes in the ceiling. Could be quite the conversation starter."

"We are NOT inviting Martha over," Denis squeaked, his voice higher than usual from his reduced size.

"Spoilsport," Lea pouted playfully, shifting her weight which caused the floor to creak ominously. "And here I thought you'd want to show off your cool mum. Though I suppose at this size, 'cool' might not be the right word. 'Bigger' maybe? 'Huge'?"

She flexed again, this time causing the blanket to strain dangerously. "You know, I think I'm starting to understand why you enjoyed being taller so much. The view up here is quite something."

Denis looked at the board visible through the kitchen doorway, still pulsing with that mysterious golden light. Was it his imagination, or was it glowing brighter, almost eagerly, as if anticipating Martha's potential introduction to its transformative powers?

"Now then," Lea said, rising to her full height and nearly brushing the ceiling with her head, "what do you say we give Martha a call? Unless..." she smirked down at her diminutive son, "you're worried she might end up bigger than you too?"

The game's golden spaces flared in response, as if already anticipating its next players...