But it also revealed something about the pack dynamic that Faye is having trouble with

"Uh-huh..." Panting and twitching, the titanic dog morph could do nothing but lie on the lawn, fighting to recover her strength after the breathless breeding session. At least her breasts didn't feel sore and overly full anymore, squished as they were under her gargantuan body. "Ugh..."

"Now then, this was very enjoyable, my loves, but I do have to get to work. If you'll excuse me--agh!" To a chorus of squeaks and groans, Anne realized that as great as her new cock felt, a quickie in the morning had certain consequences. "Oh, for Pete's sake... Lilyyyy!"

"Y-yeah, Mom?" The blonde's voice coming from behind the trio betrayed a tinge of lust and nervousness - maybe the first signs of changes had manifested by now. But Anne didn't seem to care all that much.

"Be a dear and get me my phone and my laptop, will you?"

"Sure, on it!"

As Lily's footsteps disappeared into the house, Faye pushed her arms under her upper tits and crossed them to relieve some of the pressure on her front, turning her head to look back at where her father was resting on the small of her back, apparently slowly dozing off, while Anne looked around the yard, arms crossed and one finger tapping on her biceps.

"What are you doing, Mom? I mean, we can't come with you to work, not like this?"

"You're not supposed to, dear. Just let me--oh, thank you, Lily." The wayward packmate had returned, handing Anne first her phone and then her laptop - the latter of which she put on Edward's back as she scrolled through her contacts and tapped one. "Shush, now, mommy is on the phone... Ah, Sylas?... Yes, hello. Listen, I will have to work from home today. Something has come... up. Could you move my two o'clock to tomorrow and redirect everything to my personal phone?... Thank you, you are a lifesaver. Bye!"

"Wai-wait! You're not--"

"Do you see another option?" Anne interruptet Faye as she opened her laptop and booted it up. "I have work to do, and we're stuck together. So until at least I can pull out of your father, I will be using him, and by extension you, as a table stand-in."

"But--"

"No, but's, young lady!"

Grumbling, Faye turned her head back forwards, pulled one arm out from under her tits, put her chin into her palm, and pouted as Anne began typing away. But in Faye's head, gears were turning.

It took almost an hour until the trio of locked-together dog morphs could separate, and Anne immediately made her way into the downstairs office, her way of saying good bye a pat on the softly snoring Edward's back. Faye, meanwhile, extricated her soundly sleeping father and put him onto one of the loungers so he could keep on napping, enormous schlong still retreating into Edward's sheath.

But Faye had been thinking. Sitting down crosslegged on the lawn, lowest set of breasts filling her lap and arms crossed between them and the middle pair, the dog morph reflected on the newest developments. She'd been the undisputed top dog since her changes - Lily and Edward had deferred to her without question, followed her not-quite commands readily.

And then Anne had arrived. After the short confusion and craziness that came with becoming changed, she'd done what she did best: take charge. Lead the household. Be the alpha. And that could not stand. Faye had fallen into old habits, followed her rampant horniness and her mother, given up the alpha spot without a fight.

Now, she would fight to take it back.