Just as you were bringing a few inquisitive fingers to poke at your enlarged asshole, you remembered what plans you had for the day. It was a Saturday, and your parents had organized a whole family get-together at their house. Everyone was going to be there: Mom, Dad, Jenny and her husband Brandon, you, Jessica, and Tommy and his boyfriend Davey.
Oh god, what were they going to think when they looked upon you?
Maybe you could wear loose enough clothes to where your body's physical changes weren't noticeable. Then all that was left was some dumb explanation as to why your face was now so gorgeous and feminine.
It had to do. Your parents planned this lunch a month ago, you weren't going to let some supernatural bullshit change that.
They had planned it for noon, which was in two hours. Maybe if you left now, you could slip in and avoid too much scrutiny.
You left your bathroom and headed for your dresser. Opening the top drawer for some underwear, you froze. There was nothing there. It was empty. Opening the next drawer and you came upon a large number of what appeared to be yoga pants.
You've got to be kidding, you thought.
The next drawer down had your shirts like normal, thankfully, but then the last drawer didn't have your regular shorts and jeans inside. What it did have instead were pairs of the shortest denim booty shorts you'd ever seen.
"Oh come on," you sighed out loud.
Maybe there were more clothes in your closet. Crossing the short distance, you opened the door and peeked inside.
The closet was completely empty, too.
The Being damn near stole all your clothes!
You let out a frustrated sigh. "Alright, guess we're going with these!"
You returned to your dresser and grabbed a pair of black yoga pants. You'd never worn a pair before, but you'd heard from girls like Sam that they're extremely comfortable. Stepping both feet in, you pulled them up, and felt the soft fabric slide across your hairless girly legs. They gripped tightly, but not too tight. Within seconds, you managed to squeeze your enormous asscheeks into them, and released the waistband with a SNAP! as you finished pulling them on.
Next, you just grabbed a random shirt and threw it on. You were too irritated to care, but you immediately noticed the shirt was cut off at the midriff to display your soft toned belly.
You looked like a whore. Or at least a basic rich white girl.
It would have to do.
The only shoes you could find were a pair of flip-flops, so you wasted no time in slipping your supple dainty feet into them. Outfit complete (or as complete as you could make it), you grabbed your car keys and headed out to the garage.
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Your dad's truck was the only vehicle in the driveway. Perfect.
Jessica and Tommy didn't have cars yet, Tommy was just starting his driver's ed. But at least Jenny and Brandon weren't there yet.
You pulled up to the curb and shut off your car. You took another big sigh as you steeled yourself for what was to come. You looked positively ridiculous. Your big jiggly thighs and ass were threatening to burst out of your yoga pants. Your shirt would be more at home on a voluptuous woman at a slutty car-wash, but what choice did you have?
You exited your car and walked up the path to the front door, your flip-flops flipping and flopping loudly with each step. You were hoping to maybe quietly sneak in the front door, your goal was to avoid as much confrontation as possible.
That wasn't in the cards, though.
Just as you were about to unlock the front door, it swung open, and you were face-to-face with your beaming mother.
"Sweetie! You're here!" she cheered, immediately lunging at you into a deep hug. You couldn't help but smile, you loved her so much. Even at 43, your mom was still a bombshell. Big soft titties, an ass that won't quit, and thighs to die for. She always took good care of herself, and now it was paying dividends.
"Ohhhhhh honey, I've missed you!" she said as she rocked you back and forth in her arms.
"I've, uhh, missed you too, mom," you replied. You saw her last week!
Finally, she pulled back from the hug, still smiling ear-to-ear. She then gazed up and down your attire and furrowed her brow.
"Honey, what's this you're wearing?" she asked.
You knew this was coming. You had rehearsed your response in the drive over.
"Well... you see--" you began, but you were interrupted.
"Why are you wearing all these clothes, dear? You know you don't have to dress up for a family gathering, haha!"
You looked at her incredulously. Dress up? What the hell was she talking about?
Thankfully, the two of you were soon joined by a newcomer.
It was your family's dog, Russel. The old, fat pit bull waddled his way over to the two of you. His face was covered with light-gray fur, and his tail happily (yet slowly) wagged behind him as he greeted you in his own way.
"Russ! Hey boy!" you said, getting down on your knees so you could pet him. You laughed as he licked your face while you pet him all over. Such a good boy.
"Okay, so, Jenny and Brandon should be here in probably thirty minutes," your mom told you. "Jessica's over at Emily's house for a bit, and Tommy is in his room with Davey. I hope they aren't getting too risqué, haha."
"Where's dad?" you asked, now rubbing Russ's belly while he laid on his back on the floor.
"He's in the living room. Let's head in now, actually. I'm... um... in need of your services, sweetie." Your mom chuckled.
You had no idea what she meant by that.
Rising to your feet, you followed your mom into the living room, where your dad was sitting on the couch watching tv.
"Oh, hey sport!" your dad welcomed, rising from his seat to give you a hug.
"Hey dad," you replied, returning the hug.
"What are you wearing all these clothes for?" he wondered aloud, once again perturbing you.
"I know, right?" your mom laughed. "He thinks he needs to be all fancy for the lunch today, how sweet!"
When you and your dad released your hug, you looked over at your mom and your eyes widened.
Your mom was pulling down her pants! In no time, all her bottoms were on the floor, exposing to you her meaty bushy pussy.
"Uhhhhh, mom?" you began. "W-what are you doing?"
Your dad, curiously, was not freaking out at all as your mom started rubbing at her clit right in front of you.
"Honey, I did say I needed your services!" she replied, as if this was all normal. She huffed as she sat down onto the couch, still fingering sopping womanly folds. "If you wouldn't mind stripping out of those clothes, dear, and eating me out like you used to? I've missed your tongue so much!"
For some reason, you started to comply. It was the oddest thing, and certainly not something you'd do consciously, but at her request you began to strip out of your clothes. Something supernatural was compelling you to do as you were told.
The worst part was you weren't even that upset about it.
In moments, you were completely naked in the middle of your parents' living room, cock a-bobbing at the sight of your MILF mom pleasuring herself.
"Atta boy," your dad said, making you jump as he reached over and groped one of your asscheeks. With his other hand, he gripped your penis and stroked you a few times, making you moan. "Now go over there and make your mother sing, yeah?"
He slapped your ass, making it wobble around like gelatin.
Outside of your own control, you strolled across the living room to your waiting mother. She spread her legs (and lips) widely for you, inviting you to shove your face right on in. And, inexplicably, you were ever so eager to do so.
You got down on your hands and knees between her juicy thighs and stared hungrily at her gushing slit.
"Come, sweetie," your mother bid softly. "Come get your fill."
You needed no more invitation. You leaned forward and joined your mouth to your mom's pussy. Your tongue danced as the flavors of her nectar coated your tastebuds. In no time, you were frenching her sex passionately, swirling your tongue around, sucking and slurping.
"Mmmmm, yes baby," the gorgeous woman moaned. "Taste your mommy. Uhnnf!"
In the back of your mind, you heard your dad unbutton and unzip his jeans behind you. Seconds later, you heard him sigh. He must be jacking off to the sight of you eating out his wife.
This was absolutely insane.
"You know, dear," your mom said to your dad. "Our son's ass is open for business, haha."
"Mmm, damn right it is," your dad growled. "I've missed that ass so much."
You were about to look back at him to see what he was doing, but your mom then grabbed your head with both hands and forced you roughly into her drenched coochie.
You jumped again as you felt your dad's hands grip your asscheeks. All you could do was continue feasting on the MILF pussy in front of you as he spread them apart.
"Damn, son," your dad exclaimed. "Just how is it you came to have such an incredible ass?" You felt something press up against your sphincter, and a moment later it slipped inside.
You moaned into your mother's folds as your dad inserted his thick manly penis into your backdoor. The crazy part was you didn't feel any pain at all. Only pleasure, as if your asshole was a pussy itself. It stretched effortlessly around your dad's shaft, and accepted the entire length until your dad's stomach was pressed against your cheeks.
"I've always loved watching you fuck him, dear," your mom chuckled around moans.
"And I've always loved fucking him, haha!" your dad joked, just before pulling his cock almost all the way out then thrusting back in.
His fat spongy cockhead collided with your prostate, sending ripples of pleasure across your body. This process was repeated, over and over as you dad began to fuck you for real.
SCHLORP SCHLORP SCHLORP SCHLORP
You couldn't believe it. You were in a threesome with your parents! And you were liking it!
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