A walking cartoon

Peter soon returns, holding out his cell for you. Leaving April kneeling on the floor, you zip up your fly, rise from the couch, and take the phone.

"Hello?" you say, pacing around the living room as Peter returns to his chair.

"Hi there, this is Doctor Pearson," replies the deep voice on the other end of the line. "I understand you want to make a few changes to April?"

"I sure do," you begin. As you talk, you give her your hand, helping her up. She takes a seat on the couch, wiping some drool off of her face. "You've done some fantastic work, but I can't help but think it would be fun to make her a little less...realistic."

"Okay, we can do that," he says. "How unrealistic are we talking, here?"

You sit down beside April, reaching over to grope her breasts, then running your hand down towards her ass. As you do so, she simply looks at you with a relaxed smile. "How unrealistic can you get, Doctor? I want fake. Not tastefully improved, not subtly enhanced—fake."

You hear him chuckle briefly before clearing his throat. "Alright, John. Send her in tomorrow around three, and I'll be more than willing to push some boundaries for you. When I'm done with her, she'll be head to toe bimbo. A living Photoshop, if you will"

"Do you need to talk to her, or...?" you ask, giving her firm butt a squeeze.

"Why on Earth would I have to talk to her? It's your decision. Anyway, have a good evening. I hope you enjoy my work." With that, the doctor promptly hangs up. You're rather amused by how flabbergasted he was at the prospect of getting her input—his decided response made it very clear that women in this reality must have no say in the matter, or at least not usually. Not that such a thing is even remotely surprising, what with how big-breasted women are free property.

You throw the phone over to Peter, who catches it clumsily. "Is that all sorted, then?" he asks, pocketing his cell as he watches you feel up April.

"Yep, it sure is. She's booked for three o'clock tomorrow, so make sure to take her in for me. Oh, and when she gets out, hands off, okay? I want to break in April's brand new body," you say, tweaking her nipple.

Peter nods. "That's no problem. I'm sure Michael's pretty excited about this too, so I hope you let him have her when you're done," he says, smiling at his son.

Mike looks up from his game, glancing at his nude mother and nodding. "Yeah...I've always thought we could go a little more ****. Good call, John."

"Well, if I can't use April right now, I should get some work done," says Peter. "You boys have fun." As he leaves the living room, you re-join your friend's game, and continue to play. This time, you stay uninterrupted for several hours, passing the time as your thoughts dwell on the day's events, and what you've set in motion for tomorrow. April moves in and out of the room, remaining sticky and naked as she goes about her chores. Truth be told, seeing her go about her day in the nude with cum plastered all over her is doing wonders for your arousal. As much as you're turned on by her decision to not bother cleaning up the mess on her, though, you stay your hand in favor of enjoying a fun gaming session with your good friend.

As the sun begins to set, however, you realize you should come to a decision in regards to where you'll be staying tonight...