A quick makeover at Pearson's Perfections

For as long as you've known him, your buddy Mike has needed plenty of beauty sleep to function--And now that he's more beautiful than ever, he needs plenty more.

The bimbofied young man drifts in and out of consciousness as you all ride to the clinic together. He's leaning up against the newly-renamed Jizzi, who seems to be snoozing as well. You watch as a trickle of drool falls from the younger fuckdoll's lips onto the older's cleavage... An adorable moment between a father and son, turned into your adopted daughter and fem-brother.

I've made one hell of a family for myself, you think, stroking your wife's thigh as she drives. April gives you a smile, brushing your hand before returning her attention to the road. You're well on your way to Pearson's Perfections... Well on your way to adding yet another beautiful girl to the household you're building.

Speaking of Cassandra, she's in the seat directly behind you. Turning around you find that she's awake, staring out the window.

"Hey Cass," you say softly, not wanting to wake the others. "I have something I need to talk to you about."

"Mmm?" She seems sleepy too, but the excitement of her impending changes is keeping her awake. "What's up, John?"

"I know I said I'd let Michael pick out your mods, but... I have a suggestion. And seeing as he re-delegated the task to you, well, there's no need to wake him. If you agree, it can be a surprise for him..." You look over at Mike and Peter--_No, Jizzi--_And chuckle as Mike continues drooling between his father/sister's tits. "...A surprise for both of them."

Cassandra sits up straighter, looking intrigued. "What did you have in mind?"

Pearson's Perfections is a very efficient cosmetic surgery clinic. Cassandra is checked in, prepped, then in and out of surgery, all before Mike and Jizzi wake up.

Your friend comes to in the opulent, almost futuristic lobby, blinking slowly and sitting up with a yawn. Mike sees you chatting with April and Jizzi--The latter seems to be having some difficulty adjusting to the new **** you're giving her.

"It's just--I feel weird," she pouts, her voice notably higher-pitched than it was yesterday. "I mean, I have all this energy, and we're just sitting around--Plus my tummy kinda hurts," she continues, rubbing her bare belly. She's wearing a pair of Daisy Dukes and a pink crop top: perfect for the tropical weather you'll all be enjoying in a few hours. Mike's in a similar outfit, though his top is blue instead. "And, um... There's this tingle..."

"Sounds like puberty," April replies, stifling a giggle. She's also dressed in comfortable travel clothes, though she has a sweater on to keep her warmer while you're still stateside. "God, this is strange... My ex-husband's a teenage girl."

"Am not! I'm still... Well... I mean, sorta..." She sighs. "...Okay, maybe I'm a little bit of a teenage girl. Shit."

"Language, young lady," you snap, waggling your finger.

That breaks April's composure: she laughs, hugging your arm. "Oh, dear... Is it too late to take back what I said about wanting a daughter?"

"Hey!" Jizzi scowls at her ex-wife-turned-adoptive-mother.

"Kidding, kidding--Oh, Michael!" April notices her son rubbing his eyes. "Good morning, sleepyhead--We're almost done here. Cassandra will be out in a few minutes."

"Ugh, finally," Jizzi moans. "My butt's getting sore--Is it swelling? John, is this stuff gonna make my, y'know, bits bigger?"

"The opposite, if anything," you chuckle, poking the front of her shorts. Despite Jizzi's obvious arousal, there's barely anything between her legs. "Little 'Peter' here should shrink down to pretty much nothing, at least while you're on the BratBae pills."

"Jeeeezus," she whimpers, cupping her own crotch--Only to let out an involuntary groan of pleasure. "Ohmigod--It's still sensitive, though... More sensitive, even..."

"Dad's got a clit," Mike jokes, before letting out another yawn.

"Now now--She's not your dad. She's your sister," April scolds her son, waggling a finger. "As long as John says so, anyway. Any thoughts on that yet, hon?"

"One big change at a time," you reply, a little distractedly: looking over her shoulder, you see one of the doors to the lobby slide open. A nurse emerges, and then...

"Cass," Mike shouts, his massive rear end bouncing in his tight leggings as he jumps up. You give it a good slap, entirely out of reflex--But then your attention is fully engaged by the new woman before you.

"Hey guys," Cassandra says, her voice an odd mix of confident and nervous. She certainly has plenty of reason to feel confident: she's tall, fit, and well-proportioned, with thick thighs and a pair of perky breasts that press against her hospital gown. There are muscles, too... Nothing huge, but she looks toned enough to run circles around you at the gym.

Atop her head is an absolute mane of fiery hair. It's not just fiery-red, either: there are orange and yellow hues that shift and shimmer in the light, giving the appearance of a roaring blaze.

But perhaps the most striking feature on Cassandra's body is between her legs. Running down the front of her hospital gown is a massive bulge, reaching most of the way to her right knee. As she walks towards you it flops to the other side, barely restricted by the loose robe...

...And as she catches sight of Mike, Jizzi, and April, it rises. And rises. And rises.

Soon the flimsy gown is pushed to the side entirely, and a massive, Coke-can-thick erection springs out. The sight of it (along with an expanse of bare thigh) sends all four of your jaws to the floor.

As Cassandra's cock continues to rise, her pussy becomes visible beneath: without any testicles in the way, you can tell that she's dripping-wet.

"Um--Sorry," the Amazonian futa says, fidgeting with her robe. It looks like she's about to try and cover up, but instead she drops it and just smiles awkwardly. "It, uh... It won't stay down. One of the nurses sucked me off, but that only helped for a minute."

"Holy shit," Mike gasps, in total awe as Cass walks over and sits down beside him. "That's, uh... It's..."

"Fucking huge," Jizzi says, much less tactfully. "Jesus--And it's always hard? John, what the fuck are you--"

"Language," you interrupt, mimicking April's scolding tone. "Nah, it goes soft... When she's off-duty. That monster rises and falls with the sun."

Cassandra shifts in her seat, getting comfortable with her new curves... But even as she fidgets, there's a faint smile on her face. Every time she glances at the scantily-dressed bodies of your three other bimbos, a droplet of pre-cum bubbles out of her apple-sized cockhead before oozing down her impressive length.

"In the daytime, she'll be Miss Cassandra, and she's in charge of the harem--That means you guys-slash-gals," you continue, wrapping an arm around Jizzi and giving one huge tit a squeze through her thin top. "By night, she's just Cass. Part of the family."

Mike speaks up next, his voice unsteady: "So... She'll be living with us? And, uh... Fucking us all day?"

"Sure, when you need discipline... Or when she needs relief... So yeah, pretty much all the time," you chuckle. "And at night, you can fuck her back. Y'know, if you want to."

"Yes," your friend moans, a little louder than he means to. Looking down, you think you can see a wet spot growing on the front of his shorts. "Um, I mean... Right..."

"God, you want her so bad," Jizzi teases, nudging her brother/son with an elbow.

"Hey--Don't pretend you haven't been staring at her cock since she walked in," Michael whines back.

"Children, please," you laugh, giving Jizzi's breast another squeeze. "Stop bickering... Or don't, and we'll see just how hard Miss Cassandra can punish you on the way to Amsterdam.

Your family's ears collectively perk up as you reveal the first destination for your honeymoon: until now, the itinerary has been known only to you and your parents.

"Amsterdam? Aw, hon--I've always wanted to go," April says excitedly, going in for a hug--Only to realize that between her humongous tits and her daughter's own sizable chest, there isn't much space. Instead she just rubs against you, and gives your crotch an affectionate pat. "I can't wait to see our room... And the rest of the city, I suppose..."

"Mooom," Jizzi groans, blurting out the word before her brain has a chance to catch up. "Um, I mean--That just slipped out, like--God, this is weird."

"No, no--That's what you're gonna call her from now on," you reply with a smile, finally taking your hand off her chest as you rise to your feet. "If I hear Jizzi call April and I anything but 'Mom and Dad...' Or if the word 'Peter' slips out of anyone's mouth... Then Miss Cassandra's gonna have her work cut out for her. Clear?"

"Clear," Jizzi says, pouting her ridiculously-fat lips.

"C-clear," Mike stammers, tearing his eyes of Cassandra's body long enough to stumble to his feet. Then it looks like he's about to topple over, unable to keep his bottom-heavy frame balanced in his sleepy state--

--Until Cass reaches out and catches him, firmly supporting his body with her strong arms. From the look of her muscles, she could easily just throw him over her shoulder and carry him to the car.

Actually, that sounds like fun.

"You just got out of surgery, but Mike's the one stumbling all over the place," you say with a smirk, giving your friend's inflated butt a spank. "Why don't you put that new 'bod to the test? Haul his fat ass outta here... We've got a plane to catch!"

"Oh, um... Yeah, got it," Cassandra says, hesitating for only a moment before lifting Mike off the ground. Rather than sling him over her shoulder, she bridal-carries him with apparent ease.

"Woah--Uh, hey there," Michael says, looking up into her big, brown eyes with an unreadable expression on his face. "I'm... I'm not too heavy, am I?"

"No, I think I'm... I'm all good," Cassandra replies, as surprised as everyone else at the strength of her new body. She moves Mike up and down slightly, testing his weight--With her eyes glued to his bouncing chest. "...This isn't even difficult. Like, at all... Wow."

"Get a room," Jizzi says, rolling her eyes as you all begin to head for the door.

"They will," you reply, patting her shoulder. "But you're gonna be in there too. Miss Cassandra's gonna keep a close eye on both of our new kids."

"Oh." Jizzi's gaze drifts down to Cassandra's crotch: since picking up Michael, she's looking even harder than before. Her massive girl-cock bounces with each step, leaving a trail of pre-cum-splats on the floor of the lobby.

Just as you're about to leave, a nurse shows up with a huge smile and a pack of wet-wipes, ready to take care of the mess. "Have a great day," she calls out after you. "Thank you for choosing Pearson's Perfections!"

"You're very, very welcome," you reply, putting one arm around April and another one around Jizzi. With Cassandra carrying Mike along behind, you lead your new-and-improved family outside.