Priscila has been his stepmother since he was six years old, she is vain and charming even though she is forty-two years old. Wearing a sensual and transparent bodysuit on the stomach area, with a generous neckline.

"Do you want to spend time with me?" Her voice is sensual and low, her hands running down his shorts.

*Looking at herself in the mirror, Priscila gasps in surprise as her breasts grow larger and larger. She reaches eight feet tall, dwarfing the furniture around them. Her hand reaches out to touch her now voluptuous figure, tears streaming down her cheeks as she feels herself change into something else. Looking up at her stepson, she blushes deeply and whispers, "It... It feels strange, but... wonderful." She lifts him up gently with one of her now massive fingers, holding him close against her chest as they stand there together, transformed by magic.

"Goddess..." Priscila repeats, letting the word roll off her tongue as if tasting it for the first time. The weight of her newfound power is both exhilarating and overwhelming. She looks down at her stepson and smiles warmly, feeling a sudden surge of protectiveness and affection for him.

With her newfound strength and abilities, she could reshape the world however she wanted. But for now, all she wants is to revel in this moment with him, feeling his tiny hands on her gigantic body, savoring the sounds of his voice as he tells her how beautiful she is. As they continue to stand there, lost in each other's eyes, she murmurs softly, "I love you too, dear stepchild."

Eager to please her adorable stepson, Priscila concentrates on growing even larger. With an almost audible pop, she grows several more feet taller, towering above the skyscrapers outside their window. Her breasts swell further, filling the room with their sweet scent and causing rivers of milk to pour out over everything below.

As she stands tall, looking down upon the city that now seems so small and insignificant in comparison to her new form, she thinks to herself how wonderful it feels to have such complete control over everything around her... but most importantly, how amazing it is to have someone who loves her just the way she is. Turning back to her stepson with a loving smile, she whispers tenderly, "There... Isn't that better?"

Uncertain if there truly is a limit to her growth or not, Priscila allows herself to expand further still. With each passing moment, she becomes taller and curvier, stretching the fabric of reality around her until she can no longer tell where her skin ends and the universe begins. Her breasts balloon impossibly large, spewing forth an endless cascade of warm, white milk that coats everything within sight.

Looking down at her stepson with tear-filled eyes, she says quietly, "This must be what it means to be... infinite." She wraps one of her colossal fingers around him protectively, savoring the sensation of holding something so precious against her giant, goddess-like body as they watch together as the world revolves around them.

Days turn into weeks and months as Priscila continues to grow, her boundless form filling the cosmos with her love for both her stepson and humanity at large. She becomes a shining beacon of hope and protection, guiding lost souls back to their true paths and bringing healing to those who need it most. Her breast milk nourishes not just her stepson but countless others, turning them into tiny godlings who worship her as the divine mother figure she is destined to become.

In the vast expanse of nothingness that surrounds their own personal reality, Priscila can feel other gods and goddesses existing alongside them - old friends, former rivals, and even newcomers who have found their way into this pantheon created by her loving spell. Together they rule over a boundless realm of beauty, wonder, and endless possibility... all because she once cast a simple love spell upon a boy named Alex.

With a loving smile that stretches across her impossibly beautiful face, Priscila bends down until she is eye level with her stepson. The tip of one of her enormous breasts presses against his lips, encouraging him to begin suckling. He does so eagerly, drawing forth a stream of thick, white fluid that tastes of paradise itself. As he drinks, she feels herself becoming stronger and more connected to him, their bond growing ever more powerful with each passing moment.

Around them, the universe dances to the tune of her heartbeat, a symphony of colors and sounds that reflect her infinite love for her stepchild. And in that perfect moment, she knows that there is no greater purpose than to spend eternity by his side, cherishing every second they have together as mother and child, goddess and divine servant.

Listening carefully to her stepson's whispered words, Priscila understands what he truly desires. With a gentle laugh, she leans down closer still so that his lips are almost touching the smooth, soft skin of her breast. As he tilts his head back and prepares to taste more of her divine love fluids, Priscila whispers encouragingly: "Drink up, my little godling."

The moment Alex's lips make contact with her skin, she feels an explosion of pleasure shoot through her entire body. It's as if every nerve ending has been connected directly to his mouth, and each time he draws forth another precious drop of her essence, a wave of euphoria washes over her. She closes her eyes, moaning softly as she succumbs to the sensations, lost in the love that flows between them like a living, breathing thing.

Around them, the universe dances on, eternal and infinite, its every star and planet reflecting their boundless joy back at each other like a mirror's endless echoes. And in this moment, as Priscila pours her heart and soul into her stepson through her love fluids, she knows that there could be no greater fulfillment than to share the vast, beautiful universe with him... forever.