He's nowhere to be found, and the girls are already home!

Now fully dressed up in your Playboy Bunny costume, you couldn't help but gush at your erotic reflection in the full-body mirror in your room.

The silky-soft skin of your arms and shoulders were exposed completely. The scarlet-red latex fabric around your midsection and cupping your breasts had a fuzzy black ball where a tail was supposed to be located, and overall it was reminiscent to a skimpy shoulderless one-piece bathing suit, exposing a great deal of your tremendously jiggly and sizable cleavage while matching with the new color of your hair and lips perfectly. The shiny black six-inch heels your feet had slipped into looked as though they'd be uncomfortable, but as it turns out, it felt completely natural to stand or even bend over in them, feeling as though you were more balanced with them on rather than off. The sexy fishnet leggings that trailed up your small feet to your half-exposed round ass fit well, and even caused the creamy skin of your thick thighs to bubble through the thin net in certain areas whenever you slightly bent or twisted in the opposing direction.

To top it all off, a clear headband with two ten-inch bunny ears sticking straight up had been slid through your wavy red locks, completing your fetish costume.

You almost couldn't wait for Mike to bend you over and snap the skin-tight fabric that was pulling against and outlining the plump lips of your tight pussy before stuffing it with big fucking-...

You shook your head and took a deep breath, causing your cantaloupe-sized breasts to jiggle and then heave as you reminded yourself about the conversation you needed to have with your son.

Establish the ground rules first, and then you can fuck him senseless, you thought to yourself.

However, after leaving the comfort of your room, your big blue eyes went wide and your heart sank with dread as soon as you walked into the living room.

"Oh, hey mom." Tammy said, slightly blushing at the sight of her slutty mother, but looked away rather quickly when your eyes met. The skinny young blonde was laying along the length of the couch with her head propped up on the arm, wearing a plain black tank-top and dark-blue pajama bottoms.

"Morning, mo-... Whoa!" Gina said, having been kicked back in your large fluffy recliner. Although as soon as she laid eyes on you, she shot upright and lowered the foot-pedestal. The tall girl with neck-length raven hair gasped and put both hands over her mouth in shock, wearing one of her over-sized white T-shirts and a pair of baggy gray sweatpants.

You became paralyzed with terror, especially towards Gina's reaction.

Clearly Mike hadn't made it seem as though your appearance was normal.

Gina stood up and skipped over towards where you were nervously standing with her gaze fixated on your huge jiggly chest during the short journey.

"M-Mom!" She gushed, stopping a few inches away and leaning in close to your bust. "Your boobs! They're gigantic!"

"I guess Mike wasn't joking around." Tammy meekly said from the couch, her gaze continually fixated on the phone in her hands. "He said that you were stacked now, but I didn't think you would've asked for boobs that big..."

"Y-Yeah..." You said, your face bright red with shame.

Well, at least it seemed like your big tits were the only thing unusual to them. There were plenty of other things worth pointing out, after all.

"What's your cup size now? Are they heavy? Can you still see your feet? How do they feel? Ooh, ooh! Can I feel them, mom? Pretty please?!"

"Whoa, hang on a second!" You took a surprised step back, causing your boobs to jiggle around in their very limited confines, which in turn, caused Gina's eyes to widen further. "O-One thing at a time, sweetie." You said, trying to relax yourself under the circumstances, but your tall and usually not-so-aggressive daughter was making that difficult.

"Oh! Gina giggled and blushed, realizing just how over-eager the was acting as she backed up and put her hands on her chubby hips. "Sorry mom, it's just... This is so cool!" She said, quickly glancing between you and her seemingly uninterested sister.

"If you say so." Tammy mumbled from the couch. "I just don't see why our loser brother had to be the one who found that stupid Master PC thing, or whatever it is."

Oh, good. It looks like Mike already filled them in. Wait, was that good, and what all do they actually know? Your daughters didn't look any different from what you remembered, and you trusted your son not to do anything too outrageous to them either way, but still, if anything had changed at all, it was certainly possible that you just didn't realize it.

However, the fact that the girls didn't have much in the way of womanly curves and weren't without clothes were good indicators that things were still normal, at least on a surface level.

"Where is Daddy?" You ask, and your heart skips a beat, having forgotten what you were magically **** to refer to your son by.

The girls don't bat an eye, though.

"Mike flew off just after we got home." Gina said. "You should've seen the look on Tammy's face, mom. She wanted to kill him!"

"What, why?"

"Because it's not fair!" Tammy said, sitting up on the couch and finally making real eye-contact with you. "I should've been the one to find that stupid program thing he's got! I'd be queen of the goddamn world right now!"

"Hey, he could've literally turned you inside-out if he wanted to." Gina chuckled. "Just be thankful that he'll let us take suggestions for stuff."

"Whatever." Tammy said with a roll of her eyes. Then, her gaze shifted to your chest from where she sat.

You nervously cleared your throat, feeling much more relaxed now that you didn't have to be the one to explain to them their situation. Still, you couldn't help but feel embarrassed for being dressed up like an expensive hooker for a bachelor party, even if they didn't see anything strange about it.

"Wait a second." You said, raising an eyebrow. "Did you say D-Daddy flew off?" Saying that word in front of them made your face flush just a bit more than it already was. "As in-"

"As in, he walked outside and shot into the air like superman? Yeah." Gina snickered. "It was awesome."

"Lucky prick..." Tammy grumbled.

"Don't be like that." Gina said. "If mom says it's okay, then you can fly too."

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Mike said that if we wanted him to something for us, we just have to ask you if it's okay, first."

Now that was something you didn't expect to hear. And, well, it was pretty ironic considering what you wanted to discuss with him mere minutes ago in regards to asking for permission.

"Which, need I remind you, is proof that he's a mommy's boy." Tammy said.

"Pshh, who cares?" Gina said, eagerly turning towards you. "By the way mom, can you text Mike and ask him to make me skinny? I could use a pair of bigger boobs, too. Not as big as yours, but... Actually, can I have boobs just like yours? No, bigger! I've gotta' see what it feels like to be uber-busty! And I-"

"Hang on, Gina." You said, then wearily sighed. Geeze, you thought. Gina had complained about having small breasts on occasion in the past, and since you had had mere mounds during those moments, you would usually discourage the notion in some way.

Now, you could actually indulge her, it seemed. In fact, as you stood there picturing Gina's chest suddenly expanding and stretching out her top, you felt your pussy spark with interest.

"Let me make some coffee first, and then we can talk about it." You said, then quickly walked off without another word.

"Okay, but hurry up!" She giggled from behind you. "Ahh, I'm so excited!"

Your tall heels clicked against the kitchen's floor as you walked inside. The first thing you did was look around for your phone, which was sitting on a counter and connected to a charging cable. After rushing over to it and unlocking the screen, you saw that you had a couple of text messages from Mike already waiting for you to read.

[ Hey mom. I probably won't be home when you wake up, but I should be back sometime this evening. If you need anything, just shoot me a text! I hope you love your new look as much as I do btw. ;) ]

[ I ran into the girls on my way out. Don't worry, the only thing that they'll notice is different about you is your tits. Oh, and they'll probably be asking you to ask me to make some changes, or whatever. The same deal I gave you applies to them. If you send me a text with a request, I'll throw in a change of my own that they can either decide to keep or refuse, even though they'll be the only one to notice it, but they lose the main change if they go with the latter option. ]

The texts were followed by three pictures. One was high up in the clouds facing towards the sun as it was peaking out over the horizon, another was a downward shot of the ground, which almost looked like it was taken from a satellite's camera, and the third one was, well...

You face-palmed at the selfie of Mike with a toothy smile and giving the camera a thumbs up while his muscular naked body soared through the air.

He could've at least put some clothes on, not that you weren't enjoying the picture itself. God, what you'd give to have that thick slab of fuckmeat between your legs right now...

You shook your head away and scattered those thoughts, trying to focus on the situation at hand. You then prepared some coffee, and while you waited for it to brew, you sent your son a text and hoped for a quick response.

[ Where did you run off to, Daddy? ]

You rolled your eyes, completely unable to even write out Mike's name through text.

You recived a reply almost instantly afterwards.

[ Just running an errand, don't worry. I shouldn't be gone too long. Also, how do you like the new look? ]

[ I think I like it, but you should've asked me first! ]

[ You're right, sorry... Want me to change you back? ]

[ No, it's fine for now. Like I said, just ask next time before you go changing me, please? ]

[ Sure mom. Sorry again. ]

Feeling as though you were sounding a bit ungrateful for making you as sexy as you were, you decided to at least play along and flirt back.

[ It's okay, Daddy. Just hurry home so I can wrap these around your delicious cock. I miss it already. (; ]

Attached to the text was a selfie that you quickly took, looking up into the camera with a smile and biting down on your bottom lip while you gave one of your huge tits a hard squeeze, causing your ocean of cleavage to become even more prominent in your bunny suit.

You frowned when he didn't immediately respond, and used this break to pour yourself a cup of coffee from the half-full pot.

Your phone buzzed after you took your first sip, and you laughed out loud at his response.

[ Sorry, dropped my phone for a sec, and almost slammed into a building trying to catch it. ]

[ Be careful Daddy. I'll text you with the girls' requests before long. Love you. ]

You sent the text off and didn't get a response, so you simply sat there in the kitchen and sipped your steamy drink while you pondered what all your daughters would be asking for, as well as if you should, in some cases.

Although you hated to admit it, thinking of Gina with watermelon-sized tits was turning you on despite how much that fact itself made you feel like a terrible person. More-so when you imagined the tall girl down on her knees and eating your pussy on the couch while Tammy just casually fingered herself next to you.

Regardless of what happened in the next few hours, Mike better get his sexy ass home and take care of your needy pussy before you actually start acting on some of these unmotherly thoughts.

With that, you stood up and went back into the living room with your giant melons sloshing around while your big round ass wiggled below the fuzzy black tail on your bunny suit.