Too Mature (Paid Post #2) (Patreon)

Julia was always a mischievous and attention starved little child. That's why the girls always loved it when her mom brought her to the bar. She wasn't supposed to be there, but the owner had set up a little section on one of the booths there considering her mom was “wicked hot” as the guys called her and she poured those drinks all night bringing in a lot of money for her in tips and the bar in sales.

So Julia sat with her crayons and homework in the corner. Every once in a while slipping on her mom's sunglasses, and doing her best impression for the other waitresses who just laughed and laughed.

One evening, her mom's Uniform, a shiny metallic cocktail dress got ripped while serving a couple asshole frat boys, they got a little too handsy. Her mom was going to have to get it repaired, so she put on a cotton LBD and got back to work leaving the small pile of ripped up fabric next to Julia.

This was Julia's chance, to really put some panache in her impression of her mother. She slipped on the sunglasses and put the dress on over her little shirt and shorts and sat on the table with her legs crossed.

Ethel, one of the older ladies walked by and asked her why she wasn't doing her homework. “Homework,” Julia rolled her eyes sarcastically, “Ethel, you know I'm far too busy and far too mature for homework.” Ethel laughed and walked away. Not realizing what was happening to Julia, not even Julia was aware of what was happening to her.

Julia walked up to Rachel, her Mom's dress dragging a bit on the ground as she did, “Can you believe this Ethel, she thinks I do homework! As if! I'm far too mature for homework, am I right?” Rachel laughed and walked on to her next customer.

Julia smiled as she walked to another waitress. Her mom's dress now just a whisper on the hardwood floor. Julia had no idea how true her comments about being too mature were about to be. She walked up to Megan laughing her phony laugh and leaned on one of the chairs, “Ethel thinks I have homework, could you believe someone as Mature as me has homework?” Megan laughed and Julia stretched up even taller and older. Her little shirt ripping from her body as she pulled it free from under the dress. Her shorts popping from her swollen hips and falling down around her ankles.

Samantha walked up behind the bar, seeing Julia's head peek over the bar, “Samantha, Darling! Would you believe Ethel thinks I'm immature enough to need homework!?” Samantha Giggled and went to go give her table it's check as Julia blossomed into a very tall, mature woman at the bar.

A woman who was far too bus, and far too mature for Homework.