Changes

You gasp as you enter the bathroom, looking for Cheyenne. Her family was 10 minutes out, and here she was being brutally facefucked by her own son, who now has two cock-tails? Milo was also a fair bit larger. You get in the shower and lift Cheyenne, washing Milo’s cum off of her face and out of her hair.

She starts to stir, and smiles sleepily at you. You stroke her cheek, and then help her out of the shower and she quickly pulls on a loose shirt and tight, skinny jeans that make you incredibly hard. Cheyenne just smiles teasingly at you.

“I know I’ve been giving Milo all my attention, but I love you. And one day, I want to get married.” Cheyenne murmurs into your ear as you hold her in your arms.

“I’d love that.” you say honestly. She beams at you. As she leaves, you text Ayah.

“911. Need info on Royal Talos transformation!” you text and shove your phone in your pocket and join Cheyenne in the living room with Gwen. Just as you sit, there’s a knock on the door. Gwen has shown you pictures so you know who they are, except apparently nobody's met Naomi.

You open the door, and are greeted by a striking MILF.

“Jared!” she laughs and pulls you into a tight hug. Behind her, you see the non-identical twins Chelsea and Tasha.

CHELSEA:

TASHA:

“Hey, little brother!” Chelsea grins, hugging you once Cheyenne's mom, Eleanor, relinquishes you. Unlike Eleanor, who has large, pillowy tits, Chelsea’s are firmer and perky, and still decent sized. She playfully kisses your cheek, and you smirk. Tasha comes up to you and smiles warmly. You hug her fondly. According to Gwen, you and Tasha were super close. She has nice tits, a bit larger than Chelsea’s, but Chelsea’s ass is a fair deal bouncier.

“A little help?” a hot, French girl exclaims, with two backpacks over her shoulders. One starts to fall, and your Talos reflexes allow you to dart forward and catch it. The French girl looks up at you, a faint smile on her lips.

“I’m Naomi.” she smiles.

“Jared.” you lie. You sling the fallen backpack over your shoulder and you and Naomi walk in the house. Chelsea shoots you a knowing look, and Tasha just beams.

Inside, Eleanor and Gwen are talking about how Eleanor didn’t know Gwen was here.

“Yeah, Arik has an interview a few hours south, so I decided to visit my sister.” Gwen shrugs. Cheyenne forces a smile, and looks very uncomfortable. You sit on the couch opposite her, and Naomi and Eleanor claim the seats beside you. Chelsea sits beside Cheyenne, and Tasha claims the armchair beside Gwen’s armchair.

Chelsea talks animatedly about college, and Naomi starts leaning against you subtly.

“Milk?” Gwen asks, once Chelsea finishes.

“I’m lactose intolerant.” Naomi apologizes. Eleanor accepts, as does Tasha.

“Got anything stronger?” Chelsea winks at Gwen. Gwen smirks.

“You’ve gotten so big!” Eleanor coos at you after a minute, and she sizes you up with a smile. Gwen walks in, carrying two glasses of milk and a shot glass of whiskey. Gwen winks subtly at you, and you nod. She spiked the whiskey with Ayah’s milk and your sperm mixture. Chelsea grins broadly and downs the shot glass and Tasha and Eleanor both sip their milk. Gwen offers a shot to Naomi, who blushes very faintly and accepts eagerly.

Gwen goes back into the kitchen to add the mixture into Naomi’s shot. See, as Ayah had stressed, her milk was more a fertilizer than a milk. So, Gwen brought out Naomi’s shot, and she swallowed it, and Chelsea, Tasha, and Eleanor gasp. Naomi starts not long after. They all ran for bathrooms, and you study Cheyenne.

She was flushed, and her tits looked more prominent against her shirt. In fact, you could see Milo’s outline. Gwen has a similar problem, and you point this out. Both hurry to find a bigger shirt. Soon, the girls who sampled Ayah’s milk return. You almost gasp. Their hips were all much more defined, and their tits all looked much bigger, and they all had an hourglass shape now.

“So. Where am I sleeping tonight?” Naomi flushes as she sits beside you again, only now her wide hips touch your waist, and Eleanor’s do as well. Chelsea frowns.

“Yeah, I thought you could just have the guest room, but Aunt Gwen’s in there.” Chelsea muses.

“Why not let Naomi have my bed, and I can share with Jared? We did it enough times as kids.” Tasha shrugs innocently.

“Sounds good.” Chelsea smiles. Tasha smiles warmly at you. Another side effect of them drinking Ayah and yours’ mixture was you could put any of them into hypnosis whenever you wanted.

“But, honestly? I want to see some nightlife!” Chelsea whoops, and Naomi laughs, a musical sound.

“I’m in. Jared?” she asks alluringly. You sigh.

“Sorry. Mom’s pretty sick, and I should be here.” you apologize. She nods.

“Another night, then.” she says huskily. You smirk at the gorgeous French girl. Tasha opts to join them, and Eleanor decides to go to the grocery store to get some stuff for Cheyenne to ‘feel better’.

You quickly hurry upstairs once they leave, and go into Cheyenne's room. Both her and Gwen were gasping. Their tits were swollen at least a cup size, maybe two. Their hips were way wider, and Milo and Clark were both roughly using their respective mothers, and they both looked larger.

“Ayah.” you say, calling her.

“What now?” Ayah says nervously.

“Lots of things!” you say, and take a picture, sending it to Ayah.

“Seems like they are going through the Transfusion.” Ayah diagnoses.

“Huh?” you ask.

“They’re altering their mother’s systems to be able to support a Royal Talos child. Bigger breasts for more milk, and for more room. Wider hips to allow for larger children from Royal Talos fathers. And a bigger butt to signify her rank as belonging to a Royal Talos. The bigger the ass, the more important a woman.” Ayah notes.

“Huh. And what’s with the two tails?” you ask.

“Part of their changes. Royal Talos are the biggest, growing to about dog-sized. They are extremely rough and protecting of their mother, and have two tails, and soon, Cheyenne and Gwen’s hips will grow even more, to allow for a second womb for multiple breeding.” Ayah recites.

“But... how will they have enough tit space?” you ask.

“The increased milk expulsion will speed up lactation to a mere week instead of a month, and their tits will keep getting bigger until they’re roughly Liara-sized.” Ayah informs you.

“Whoa.” you say.

“Yeah, and expect Milo to absolutely ravage Cheyenne. But once she breeds his two litters, he’ll find a new woman. A human body just can’t support more than two Royal litters.” Ayah says.

“So... Cheyenne’s going to die?” you ask.

“No! She just can’t birth anymore Royal Talos, making her useless to Milo. Same for Gwen and Clark.” Ayah adds.

“Will she be OK?” you ask nervously.

“Well, she’ll be mildly addicted to Milo’s cock. But I’m working on an elixir to advance your Talos into a new breed called the Emperor Talos. It’ll be a few months, however.” Ayah warns.