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Chapter XIII

"Maturing"

Part 13

Anna, fueled by a sudden surge of defiance, rose from the sofa. She agressively stepped towards her mother, like trying to tease showing her enhanced body. 

"You know what, Mom? I'm not your little girl anymore!" Anna's voice boomed, echoing off the walls. Her mother, taken aback by this unexpected show of boldness, stumbled backward and collapsed onto the sofa.

Anna moved closer, her fake boobies nearly touching mother's face. Mrs. Swanson's eyes were fixed on Anna's bust, but they kept darting to the unnaturally plumped lips moving before her. "If you want to live with me, you follow my rules, or you can go back to the fucking swamp you crawled out of!".

As she spoke, Anna felt a strange mix of fear and exhilaration. She had never stood up to her mom like this before. Part of her feared that this would only fuel her mother's rage, but to her surprise, it seemed to have the opposite effect. Mrs. Swanson sat there, stunned into silence, her usual fiery demeanor extinguished by her daughter's outburst.

The initiative was now firmly in her perfectly manicured red clawed grasp. These predatory hands, once plain looking and hesitant, now gesticulated with boldness and authority as she laid down her ultimatum to Mrs. Swanson.

Mrs. Swanson herself, still reeling, watched in a daze as Anna continued her tirade. Her eyes followed the movement of daughter's lips, so blatantly fake yet moving with such conviction. It was as if she was seeing her daughter for the first time, a her shy little girl transformed and unrecognizable, now hypersexualised, comanding and fierce...

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SheilaSecrets

I've lost track of how many years I've been following this story. I just started over again yesterday and I'm getting nostalgic. I think Anna is my favorite character of yours. I love her pose here. Keep up the great work!