Changes for Chelsea and Brenda

Chelsea was happy to keep providing for her family - Max’s family, she had to keep reminding herself, but she was less than pleased with how much of the their budget was going to fund his plans for the rest of the family. Not just mods either; it seemed she had a new package arriving every day to expand her wardrobe.

She’d been much more worried before their first trip to Pearson’s, but one of their staff explained that their partnership with various O.Z.’s included subsidies, making mods much less expensive than elsewhere in the country. Of course … that also meant Max could afford more of them.

She was at work again today. She leaned back in her chair letting her now fiery red hair drape behind her. She had a jam donut on her desk, sprinkled with sugar. It was a relief not to have to worry about calories anymore, or breakouts caused by too much sugar. Both her skin and her waistline were telling her that life in an O.Z. had its up sides. However, when she looked at Mandy at the desk across from her she was reminded of what could go wrong.

Mandy was a good worker, no doubt about it, but her twin sons had made a game of augmenting her cup size. It was like a competition to them. They had split control over Mandy's figure between themselves. What this meant was that her relatively modest breasts had been enlarged one at a time, alternating between left and right, until she had been left with some truly enormous chest-protectors. They were virtually beach balls now. Mandy Mammaries was her nickname in the office. Chelsea had even been offered the chance to join in on the office betting pool to guess how big Mandy's mounds would get by the end of the year. The odds were currently on 'big enough to hide under'.

Still, Max had shown remarkable restraint so far. He hadn't bimbofied anyone, transfigured anyone's mind, or turned the rest of the family into his sex slaves. Chelsea paused to wonder if that really counted as ‘holding back’. She looking at Mandy again for a moment, and then shrugged to herself. It did, relative to the standards of their new home.

Brenda was having a less than stellar time back at home. She’d been planning to go off to college too, but Max had decided to nix her immediate plans in favour of keeping her body around to grope all day. She still had some hope that he’d eventually get bored, and at least let her attend school locally, or take online classes, as he’d told their mother he might. It was still only January, after all. As they’d decided … as Max had decided a few weeks ago, her hair had been turned platinum blonde, and her complexion had improved, but she had the sneaking suspicion that the dermatologist hadn’t just cleaned up her skin.

Everything felt more sensitive, especially the places Max was so fond of touching. Her breasts, nipples, tummy, thighs, and even her face and neck would tingle with excitement at even the slightest touch.

It was getting harder and harder to hide her arousal from him. She didn’t want to let him know what all his groping and touching was doing to her; how much she was starting to crave it, but he was getting more brazen by the day. Squeezing her tits had been bad enough, but now Max would reach his hands down to tickle her inner thighs just to say hello in the morning. He was getting dangerously close to causally inserting his fingers inside her, and with the way he made her feel, Brenda wasn’t sure she would have the will to stop him, even if that were an option...