Brianne's not done yet

Its not as if the two physically blessed twins were completely normal. The two sat next to one another in some of the skimpiest attire Morgan had ever seen. But that was just it, it was normal for them. So as Morgan lifted another scrumptious bite of cum-coated waffle to her waiting lips she paid little mind to the fact the girls were so exposed. It was a matter of style, one which seemed just as normal on them as "emo" or "punk". It was just a style of their own, one which none of the other sisters shared.

Morgan smirked, a thought coming to her as she mulled over the pair of "syrup factories".

Their mother was a bit like that… always showing off as much of her jaw-dropping figure. Except she had perhaps a better reason for it than the twins had.

On one end of the table the aforementioned woman sat, bountiful chest pressing into the edge of the long table as she had her own cum-dripping treat, chatting with her nearest daughters, little tail flicking back and forth behind her in a manner that conveyed how content she must feel.

“...who knew she could do something like that? Like she didn’t even seem to feel embarrassed or anything…”

Morgan frowned, hearing the girls near her talking. She was only too aware of the commotion that had transpired earlier in the living room. Chelsea, sweet and innocent Chelsea, had apparently not been done toying with herself after leaving Morgan stupefied early that morning. She’d just taken her little “exercise” to somewhere somehow even more perverted. Morgan hadn’t been the one to discover this; however. Her mom had come down to begin preparing the hearty meal for all of her girls when, to her surprise, she found a raucous noise coming from the room just off to the side of the kitchen. The image of a girl being pounded by two gender-questionable individuals from either end on the huge family tv. Chelsea meanwhile wailed with her hand a blur on her cunt as she sat spread eagle on the coffee table in the center of the room. Apparently it had been a task just getting Chelsea to stop friking herself in front of the woman who gave birth to her.

“Whatever” Morgan shook her head, clearing the worry of what could be happening with her sister. They were close, being room-mates for years, so she was sure that with enough gentle prodding the girl would eventually clear up the odd situation.

She glanced in the direction of the duplicates across the way. They too had been a little… off this morning. Not to the level of openly masturbating and screaming obscenities, but enough that Morgan thought there might be some new dynamic she was unaware of. Even now, sitting in their super-skimpy outfits, they kept glancing towards each other, excitement and embarrassment playing over their expressions as their eyes lingered in certain places. It looked almost as if…

Morgan shook herself again.

No, it can’t be that… I mean they’re sisters! Twins even! That would be so…

She didn’t finish the thought, fully aware that they wouldn't be the only ones acting more perverted than normal if what she was thinking were the case.

Becca lifted her fork, delivering a scrumptious mixture of waffle and a heavy coating of her own “batter”. Then Morgan observed the oddest behavior out of the girl so far.

She bit down, chewing, her eyes closing in delight.

Suddenly, her beautiful green orbs opened wide, confusion written on her features. She looked, roaming slowly over her many sisters also enjoying their breakfast.

The futa visibly gulped, heat rising in her exposed cleavage as well as her pretty cheeks.

Morgan tilted her head, fork halfway to her lips, curious what had the futa so intrigued at the moment.

—

She could remember. All of it, the detail almost blinding in its pure contradiction to where she currently found herself.

All of these women, girls she’d spent her young adulthood into now maturity with. She now understood the significance of so many girls being in her family. They weren’t supposed to be here. Sure, some of them were from her original reality but most of them weren’t.

She looked down, suddenly feeling a flush run up her spine, realizing how completely exposed her body was. This too-tight top that barely covered her perky nipples, the skirt that left enough for her huge dick to hang below it’s hem… and most of all… the fact that she should be named Blake.

She had been a dude! A guy with an overwhelming need for… she gulped, feeling a shiver run through her at the realization she had become the thing that Blake, her old self, was addicted to. Her cock filled up, inflating with her beating chest. Licking her lips, she noticed that taste, unique to her pussy-destroyer, realizing her memories of always being her many sister’s syrup dispenser was a lie. Concocted by none other than the woman-turned-futa that she’d brought into this world. She turned her gaze over, not surprised to see the other futa looking back with a lecherous smirk on those pretty little lips.

She knew what had happened. This… pervert had made it so after eating her first bite of her own cream she would remember the changes and the before… if only faintly. There was a lot. Steady increase in attraction to her own family. Being made into a gloriously endowed futa. The changes to her family, the expansion and her mother being remade into this “cow” who sold her milk and her body.

So many degenerated, disgusting things that the futa had overlaid onto her previously boring life.

“Wow…” she gulped, feeling her breathing quicken.

“That-that’s a lot to take in.” she whispered to her twin.

Brianne smiled, licking a bit of “syrup” off of her lips.

“See? Not so bad.” she said, raising a brow in the direction of the others at the table. “Or, at least, none of your sisters seem to hate it.” she emphasized “your” acknowledging what she’d done.

Becca looked around, really taking in the chatting women since having her eyes “opened”. Smiles and signs of everything being completely normal. If anything this felt more lively than what she could remember. Before, as the pervert and recluse, almost an embarrassment if not for Blake’s forgiving family, she had almost never been here. Sitting amongst a much larger collection of loving siblings, she felt comfortable, happy even to be a part of this changed version of her old life.

Mom working in porn has really made the others more accepting of my… aversions. she thought, looking at the older woman and feeling a flush rise in her chest at seeing the milky girl filling out that cow print sweater to extraordinary degree.

Brianne leaned in closer, her moist lips less than an inch from her futa twin’s sensitive ear. Hot air played over the organ causing a shiver to run up Becca’s spine as the other girl spoke.

“You don’t have to be worried about this… these changes. Look at them. They love all the kinky little things I’ve done. Nobody’s hurt, no one’s angry and there’s even more family to go around. They love their new mommy, love eating your spunk with their breakfast…”

As Brianne spoke, Becca noticed the rasping in between, the heightened pace of the other girl’s chest and the shape of something hard and round growing underneath the table between Brianne's fat thighs.

Nothing in the changes both previously unaware or not allowed for open sexual exploration between sisters. So as Brianne breathed into her twin’s ear, those plush cushions begging to be devoured all while Brianne showed signs of her own rising arousal, Becca had to fight to remember that the others might not respond well to watching their sisters, making out at the family dining table.

“Although… they are all drinking my cum…” Becca wondered, a small whimper escaping her lips as she saw Morgan across from her lift another fork full of delicious cream between those soft lips.

Morgan gave her an odd look, causing Becca to pull her eyes away, cock bouncing under her thin skirt as she dealt with this latest crazy situation.

No, sadly even though her family loved to eat their own sister’s cum for breakfast, they didn’t see it as something sexual or even a little perverted. Becca knew that much, having lived in that reality for the longest time. She just now knew the adjustments that Brianne had made, the memories of that other line, like a dream she’d once had.

Her overstimulated, overwhelmed mind wandered then to the phone at her side, the one with the power that had originally made this new existence truth. Maybe she could just make one or two tiny little…

She snapped out of it, just realizing in time to stop her hand over the device resting next to her plate. Still she didn’t pull away, heart beating a mile a minute as indecision caused her to totter at this precipice.

She nearly jumped when a hand rested atop her wrist, hanging in the air still.

“I understand, I was in your position just a day ago.”

Becca turned, looking into those familiar eyes, the arousal and hunger still there but tinted by something… softer.

“If you want to stop… I’m okay with that… I get it…”

She licked those perfect little lips, leaving a sheen of sticky saliva.

“But I think you-we need this… to explore our fetish, to finally get some satisfaction for this thing we’ve been harboring…”

She smiled, rosy cheeks shining with an early morning glow.

“Besides, if I go too far then I promise you can put me back in my place!”

Her grin took on a perverted aspect. “whatever that might entail!”

Brianne let go, her twin’s hand dropping to rest over the powerful device. Her heart felt like it might just jump out of her at that moment. Was she about to do this? Change her own family, do something irreversible to someone else just for her own depraved satisfaction?

She looked, watching as her new double licked up a string of spunk from her meal, that all too familiar face flushing pink as she ate her own cum.

And then she was suddenly much less worried. There was someone she could trust in this world, someone that no matter what she did, they would understand and stick by her. This being that she may or may not have created was here for her in all of her perverted and depraved self, enough to be a match even for Becca’s bizarre cravings.

Feeling like she was in a dream, she lifted her phone, opened the screen, prepared to change something… anything… everything?

-Artist: exga