Laura was the first of the Jones girls to wake up in the morning. What a weird dream that was, she thought. Having sex with God -- but it was Dad -- and Mom and Becky were there, too... She shuddered, and wondered if she should ask her Intro to Psychology professor about it, although they hadn't gotten to dream interpretation in the class yet.
The dream wasn't fading from her memory the way dreams usually do, but she figured once she got up and got started with her day, other things would chase it away.
She opened her eyes and, with the dim light through the closed blinds on the windows, she realized that she wasn't in her own room; in fact, she appeared to be diagonally across her parents' bed.
And, she realized, there was a person lying on either side of her.
She started to sit up slowly, trying not to wake them, thoughts colliding in her head. The immediate distraction was that her body felt oddly misshapen, in particular with far too much weight on her chest. She was naked, too -- under normal circumstances, she slept in a T-shirt and sweatpants.
She covered her chest with one arm, although it seemed like it was pressing against more flesh than it should, and covered her nether regions with a hand, although it seemed like she should have felt some hair under her palm instead of smooth skin.
One of her bedmates was lying on her stomach, but was fully naked and not under any covers -- it was Becky, although her brown hair looked too long, her butt looked too big, her skin lacking its usual sprinkling of freckles. The other bedmate was on her side, partly covered by the sheets -- it was her mother, although her skin looked too tan, her platinum blonde hair the wrong color.
Laura shook them both gently. "Wake up, wake up," she said in an urgent whisper.
Her mother was the first one to stir. She muttered something that sounded like, "Whuzza matte?" as she turned over, revealing a pair of overly large, round breasts that sat proudly on her chest. That startled Laura almost as much as her mother's face -- even with Samantha looking groggy after sleep, Laura could tell that her mother's lips were plumper, her cheekbones higher, her eyes wider, the irises a more brilliant shade of blue.
Becky just groaned and tried reaching for the covers to pull over herself, but finding nothing, started to get up on one elbow -- but then gasped, quickly sitting up and covering herself with her arms as Laura had.
Samantha pulled the covers around herself and managed to sit up a bit. "What are you two doing in here? Why are you --" She scooted back so she could sit up farther, and blinked several times as she looked from Becky to Laura and back. "You two look --" She narrowed her eyes and whispered, "Did we really --"
Laura nodded as she noticed that Becky's face had been altered, much as their mother's had; she assumed that she'd been similarly changed, and contemplated getting up to look at herself in a mirror.
"Good morning, ladies," came the cheerful voice of her father behind her. Laura had to adjust her position on the bed to see Barry, who was wearing an outfit she'd never seen him in before, an all-white suit that was perfectly tailored to his frame.
Before Laura could say anything, her mother did. "Just what is going on here, Barry? I thought I'd been dreaming, but then I woke up with the girls in bed with me, and we're all naked, and --"
Barry raised a finger and Samantha stopped talking. "That was no dream," he said. "Every single one of those orgasms was real -- now, I've pulled back some on making you completely accepting of whatever I did, like you were last night. It's just not that fun if everyone approves of everything you do."
"What are you talking about?" asked Samantha.
Her husband didn't answer directly, but went on to say, "The improvements are going to be yours forever -- and I mean that, of course -- I've stopped you from aging, and, Sam, you'll be pleased to know you're about 21 physically..."
Laura glanced back at her mother. It was hard to see in the light that was still dim, but she did seem to be noticeably younger.
Barry continued, "And much as I like you being nude, I think it'd be a little tiring if that were a 24/7 thing, so let me put you in some new clothes."
The three were suddenly wearing...
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