A better Brook and a happier family

"Hey, guys!" Jason's voice rings out through the living room, making Patricia perk up and Todd cringe. William seems indifferent, still focused on the crime flick that's playing on the TV.

"Jesus, it's like 10:30," Todd says, glancing up as Jason enters the room. "I thought we should call, but Mom said--What the fuck."

Just over Jason's shoulder, Brook's face comes into view.

She's wearing heavy makeup, especially around the eyes: stylized streaks, halfway between hooker and hentai. Her lips are plump and pink--At first Todd thinks it's just lipstick, but they're definitely fuller than before. Even more striking (and even more pink) is her hair, which is cut into an asymmetrical bob with a bright blue streak across the bubblegum locks.

"Hiii~!" With each step Brook takes into the room, Todd's jaw descends closer to the floor. She's wearing thigh-high stockings with a bright purple skirt and matching tube top, with a cutout in the center to reveal most of her breasts...

...Larger, rounder breasts. Her cleavage, along with her hips, has expanded subtly. Nothing compared to her mother's curves or some of the more **** women at the clinic, but still fairly large on Brook's petite frame. Her shape is now an exaggurated hourglass: a toned midriff... Perfectly-round breasts on top... Wide hips and thighs on the bottom.

As a pair of brand-new platform heels clack along the living room floor, she finally catches her parents' attention (William looking up from the TV, while Patricia looks up from Jason's crotch). Cocking her hip to the side, she gives them a smirk.

"S-sweetie," Patricia gasps, putting her hand to her mouth.

"Jesus," Todd adds.

"Huh..." William frowns a little. "...You look..."

"I know I know I know," Brook titters. "Isn't it awesome? I was kinda scared--Or nervous, anyway, but then like... It was..." She clings to Jason's arm. "He got everything just right."

"...Brook, did you get plastic fucking surgery?" Todd finally finds his words, growing more angry by the moment. "Did--Jason. What did you fucking do--"

"Aw, don't snap at him," Brook says, putting one hand on her broadened hips while the other rubs up and down Jason's back. "I love it. All of it."

Todd shakes his head in disbelief. "M-Mom?"

"Well, um, it's... I mean..." Patricia looks a little flustered, but trails off into silence.

"Dad? C'mon, this is insane!"

William is still looking at his daughter... But after a few quiet seconds pass, he looks back at the screen. "Your hair looks nice, dear."

"Thanks, Daddy--It's just the cutest," Brook giggles, falling further into Jason's arms... Until her hand wanders down to his crotch. "Mmm... Do you need a hand?"

"Well, I haven't tried out the new goods yet, believe it or not," Jason replies, winking at Todd. "That buttslut at the clinic nearly drained me."

"Aw, but--"

"Nearly." He places a hand firmly on her ass, pushing up her skirt to cop a feel.

Giving the young man an impish smile, Brook allows herself to be guided towards the stairs. "Goodnight, every--"

"Wait," William says suddenly.

Todd breathes a sigh of relief. Finally, Dad's gonna--

"Come back after you're done, hmm? It's family movie night."

"I'll bring her back in one piece," Jason calls back over his shoulder. "After I empty the 'ol tank!"

And then, with some giggles and shuffling, they're gone.

When Jason and Brook finally return to the living room, Todd has gone off to bed after losing an argument with his parents. William seemed indifferent and respectful of her decisions, while Patricia was secretly a little turned-on at the lengths her daughter went to in order to accomodate their guest. When she got up to grab some "butter for the popcorn" and returned with a mug full of piping-hot semen, Todd decided he'd had enough: he ran upstairs as fast as his legs could carry him.

So when the two teens come back down those stairs, there's nobody to become outraged at their appearance. Just two happy parents with dulled minds and calmed emotions, whose eyes move slowly to their daughter.

Their scantily-clad, freshly-modifed daughter.

Their cum-slathered daughter.

Brook is still clinging to Jason's side, and gooey ropes of jizz are clinging to her. Most affected is her mouth: long, sticky strings of jizz extend from her plump lips all the way down to the fly of Jason's shorts.

She didn't clean up in the slightest after their little "relief session..." And she's been sticking so closely to Jason that the impossibly-thick semen-strands haven't had a chance to break off. Some are sticking to her new cleavage, but most of it is suspended between her smiling lips and the stain on the front of Jason's shorts.

"Did you do a good job, sweetie?" Patricia has taken notice of her daughter and their guest, staring hungrily at the mess between them. Her own face isn't too clean, either: there's a nearly-empty bowl of popcorn sitting on the couch between her and William, and both of their lips look a bit sticky.

Before Brook can reply to her envious mother, William raises an eyebrow. "Um, th-that's... That's not..." He clears his throat. "You're keeping things professional, right? J-just helping Jason with his condition?"

"Of course she is," Jason pipes up. "Just a little stimulation. Hands only, through the pants, condom on." His eyes go to Patricia as he speaks, and he gives her a little smirk. "She didn't even get to watch me blow my big, fat load. Did it in a tissue--Well, lots of tissues. By the way, you're out of tissues."

"Well, um, enough said," William says, averting his eyes from the ropes of jizz linking his daughter's mouth to their houseguest's crotch. "That's all fine, then. C'mon, sit down... It's a good movie."

"Move over, then," Jason says, picking up the popcorn bowl and moving quickly to fill the gap. He ends up sitting between William and Patricia, while Brook perches halfway between his lap and her mother's. "Here, Will... There's still some left. You're the man of the house: you should have it."

"Thanks," William replies, taking the gooey snack without argument. "Now let's, uh... Let's just watch the movie, huh?" There's no argument from the others.

William's view is blocked by Jason's body (and his own willful ignorance) as Brook leans in to embrace her mother. His chewing, along with the TV, manages to cover the sounds that follow.

But Jason hears every kiss, lick, and slurp that occurs between the mother and daughter. Patricia gets the better end of the deal, given that Brook's face is coated with far more sticky goodness to gobble up... Yet she seems quite content making out with her mom anyway, happy for the chance to flaunt her new body (and matching mannerisms) in front of Jason.

"Mph... Th-that's enough," Patricia murmurs, after a few long minutes. "I think you're all clean, so..."

Brook gives her another kiss, then leans back. "Of course, Mommy. Thank you so much for... For letting Jason stay here, for supporting me, for... Everything." After one final peck on the lips, she slides off the couch and kneels on the floor, resting her head on Jason's knee--Or rather on the bulge that's extending to his knee.

"You've raised such a sweet girl," Jason says, patting Patricia on the shoulder--And even that contact is enough to make her shiver with delight.

Overwhelmed by happiness (and a little bit of subconscious bewilderment), Patricia closes her eyes and fades off to sleep.