Definitely not everything.

"I... I don't really know," Jamie whispered into Emily's voluminous chest. Lying to her now-mother felt terrible; all Jamie had wanted was to make her former father okay with the futa's own changes. That it would go so awry, that Emily would be so distressed about it... Jamie hadn't ever wanted that to happen. "I just... it started happening some days ago, a-and..."

"W-was that why you were so upset when you..." Emily sniffled weakly, hugging Jamie closer to her. "... when you came b-back from the beach?"

"Y-yeah..." Well, it did fit the story Jamie was making up. "It... it was slow at first, but then... I've been trying to get used to it since then."

"W-wait, 'get used to'? Sh-shouldn't we... shouldn't we try to find a way to... revert this? I... I don't wanna ...*hic*... stay like this! I'm monstrous!"

The tears were flowing freely now, and Jamie's lower lip began to quiver in sympathy. She hated to see Emily like this! Micaela, Anne, Jenny, everyone that had been changed by the futa had loved their changes. And couldn't get enough of Jamie. But Emily...

"You're not!" Jamie was surprised how forceful she sounded. Planting her hands in the cooling puddle of jizm under them, she struggled to rise from Emily's body and looked into the horse girl's face. Tears were streaming down the sides of her head, mixing with the sticky seed. Slightly red, puffed up eyes stared back at Jamie, Emily's lips quivering as she sobbed.

"You're not! You're beautiful, and you're kind, and I love you!" The more Jamie got to talking, the more she realized that this, at least, was the truth. The full truth. Jame had been annoyed with her stepfather more times than she could count, but she'd never hated him. And only now the futa realized that she really did love him, or rather her. Also, Emily's cock felt incredible. Jamie was going to be sore for days. "I'll always love you, no matter what, Emi-- Dad."

"R-really?" A weak smile tugged at the corners of Emily's mouth as she pulled Jamie back down and into a hug. "Y-you never said that before! I love you too, James!"

"Uhm... I kind of go by Jamie now..."

"Wait, what do you--"

"Oooh deeaar~!" Anne's singsong voice interrupted Emily, and both women on the floor turned their heads, any words forgotten at what they saw.

Anne was standing in the door to the hallway, interestingly not with a mop. Or bucket. Or clothes.

"Honey? What are you... what happened to your..." Emily began, her anguish forgotten for now. Instead, something else was taking over her mind, if the nudging in Jamie's crotch was anything to go by... "Oh nooo, it's starting again..."

"Like, what is~?" Anne teased, sauntering over to where the other two were lying on the floor, deliberately making her prodigious tits bounce, until she was standing next to Emily's head, the horse girl's eyes glued to the giant orbs resting on Anne's chest. The effect was undeniable, and Jamie felt her butt cheeks sandwiching Emily's jutting pole as it slid out of its sheath, throbbing and twitching with every inch it grew. "Why don't you tell me and stuff~? Maybe I can help. Oooh, I know I can totally help."

With that, she leaned forwards, almost toppling over by her breasts before she was able to stabilize herself, and extended her hand out of Jamie's field of vision. It was obvious what she was doing, though, judging by Emily's wide-eyed expression and the jutting pillar of horsecock pressing against Jamie's ass gaining even more girth.

"Jamie, I know you're still, like, sore and stuff, but I really wanna, y'know, try my hubby's new equipment out myself?" The sugary-sweet tone of Anne's voice was enough to give cavities to anyone who heard it. "Do you need, I don't know, help to get up or something?"

"N-no, I think I can..." Jamie was slightly bewildered, but not surprised. Of course her... sexually open mother would want a piece of her own husband. Or maybe wife now? It was a wonder she'd been able to hold back this long. Groaning, Jamie slowly got to her feet, her whole body feeling weak and sore, particularly her thoroughly abused snatch. The futa would be walking bowlegged for a while... And the cum continuing to seep out of her overstretched cunt wasn't all that pleasant either.

"Like, thaaanks, baby girl~!" The pet name almost sent Jamie to the floor, a series of shivers running over her. But she managed to stay upright and stumbled over to one of the chairs around the dinner table. The lacquered would should be easy to clean, right? But she soon questioned her choice of seating when Anne pushed aside the casserole and silverware to sit on the edge of the table while Emily struggled to her feet, her growing, bestial erection flopping around, bending under its own weight. Seeing it from this angle made Jamie swallow. That thing had been inside of her?! And it wasn't even fully erect!

Anne meanwhile spread her legs, rubbing at her labia with one hand while she made a beckoning motion with her other. Emily swallowed, her face flush with arousal. Her oversized, blunt cock finally won the fight against gravity, standing at a proud upwards angle, the veiny, rock hard cockmeat twitching with the horse girl's heartbeat. She took a hesitant step towards her wife before scrunching up her face adorably.

"N-no, this is... I can't..." Despite her protests, Emily took another step towards Anne, the tip of the horse girl's cock nudging the large-breasted woman's belly. "W-we have to..."

"But, like, why?" Anne pouted, grabbing Emily's turgid member and pulling her closer until the enormous shaft was nestled in between Anne's prodigious bust. Jamie remembered how her own cock had felt buried between those mouthwatering mammaries and knew that the horse girl would surely lose the fight against her libido. Judging by Emily's expression, it had already happened; eyes glazed over, jaw hanging slack - there was only one conclusion to be drawn. "Don't you want to, like, fuck your wife? Make her squeal with this yummy cock of yours? It's so hot between my huge titties, I'm soaking wet just feeling it..."

As if to drive her point home, Anne pulled her hand away from her pussy with a slurping sound, moving her glistening fingers to her mouth and licked off her own juices slowly, never once breaking eye contact with Emily. The horse girl's protests devolved into wordless stammering, and a drop of pre splurted out of her trembling cock, hitting Anne square in the face.

"Mmmh, I love it..." Gathering up the hot pre, Anne cleaned it off her fingers languidly, savoring every drop. "So good! Oh god, I can't wait. Take me now, you stallion!"

"Y-you don't find m... find it repulsive?" Emily managed to ask between lustful pants, staring at her wife with large eyes brimming with tears. "You'd still... want me, even like this?"

"Sweetie, are you, like, serious right now? I totally do! I always will! You're my husband, or wife or whatever, and I'll never not love you! Especially when you're, like, so totally cute! Now pleeease put it inside me?"

Jamie looked on as his stepmother took a half-step back, quivering with anticipation. Granted, watching her parents prepare to have sex was a bit weird, but it wasn't like the futa hadn't banged both of them and been part of several threesomes. Only this time, she'd be a much less active participant.