He takes things slow.

Before entering the kitchen, Frank felt as though another few Commands might be necessary.

[No matter what I do, nobody will have negative feelings towards my actions, nor will they ever be uncomfortable around me.]

[If I make verbal a suggestion or a demand towards someone, they will believe that it is a genuinely good idea and follow through.]

[Whatever I say will be believed as fact by anyone who hears my words.]

[When I’m using my phone, nobody will ever pay attention to it or the screen, nor will they ever think that I’m being rude when using it at any point.]

[The women in the kitchen are wearing two-piece bikinis, and the men in the kitchen, including myself, are wearing speedos.]

[Everyone in the kitchen, including myself, is completely and permanently hairless from the neck down.]

In a flash, a cool breeze rushed across Frank’s bare skin as his clothes vanished entirely. All that was left on the fit man’s tanned and hairless body was a very revealing elastic swimsuit, one that clearly showed the outline of his twitching erection as it was angled to the left within the pair of deep-purple speedos. He gave it a rub and grunted before making his way into the kitchen, openly chuckling to himself as he joyfully bore witness to what was awaiting him.

Marcus and Danny were casually leaning back in their seats and boredly eating from their full plates as the three ladies talked about some daytime television show that they all watched. Their hot young bodies were on full display; their big arms, large pecs, thick muscular thighs, and defined six-pack abs were bulging freely as a couple of small nubs poked out from the front of their dark-blue swimsuits. Frank almost laughed out loud when he learned that they weren’t sporting much more cockmeat than Otto had been a mere half-hour ago, apparently.

The three women actually looked up to meet Frank’s gaze after a moment, as if waiting for some kind of response from him. He correctly assumed that they wanted to know why the men upstairs hadn’t arrived yet, but he was so awed by their unusual dinner attire that he froze for a moment to admire them. Nancy’s slightly overweight body was visible to all, and Frank was astonished by how nice his former mother’s big full tits and wide ass looked in the red two-piece bikini holding them in as she sat there. Samantha, who Frank suddenly realized was technically his actual fucking daughter, had her long blonde hair tied back in a ponytail as her flat chest and tight round butt were being covered by a slightly skimpier black bikini set. And Tammy, wearing her own light-blue bikini, had her arms crossed over her own small bust as she looked up at her smiling husband with a raised eyebrow.

“Sorry guys, it looks like Otto and George are skipping dinner.” Frank said after taking a second to clear his throat, strolling in with his phone in-hand and a confidence that his current mind’s old self had never known before (partially because he was now seeing the world from a tall-person’s perspective). “They were actually getting along for once, so I didn’t think I should bother them.”

Everyone’s eyes went wide with surprise for a moment at that, not paying any mind to the thick twitching bulge trailing to the right in the waistband of the man’s speedos.

“Wait, what?” Danny asked as Frank sat back down in his seat at one of the long ends of the kitchen table, corner-adjacent to Marcus and Samantha. “What are they doing?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“Oh, okay.” Everyone mumbled in their own words as they glanced around and nodded at one-another in acceptance before continuing their previous conversations and eating their selected foods. They didn’t need to know, the group collectively thought to themselves, it was just good that they were finally getting along in some way.

As everyone ate and mildly talked with one another about several meandering subjects, Frank was busy making things more interesting than they already were, all while enjoying the delicious meal that his family had prepared.

“So, like, I don’t know if she’s cheating on me with him, or what.” Samantha said, droning on about how her girlfriend has been constantly talking about and texting this one guy they were attending college with, to which only the women were pretending to be interested out of courtesy. “I don’t really care anymore, to be honest. She can do whatever she wants when I’m not around. I mean, why would I care if-...”

[Samantha will stop talking, crawl under the table, and then give me a passionate blowjob. Nobody will think this is strange, nor will anyone pay attention to her until she’s done. She won’t pull her mouth off of my cock until I cum.]

Samantha cleared her throat, took a large swig from her glass of wine, licked her lips, and then casually slid down under the table after making brief eye-contact with Frank.

“Sorry, sweetie. I know how that song and dance goes.” Nancy said with mild sympathy in her loving voice, giving her niece a pat on the shoulder before she was out of arm's-reach. The chubby mother then turned to her twin sons, who were in the middle of stuffing their faces like animals without a care in the world. “So boys, are you both excited to start college?”

“Fucks yeah!” They both exclaimed, their mouths full of different meats. They then began to talk more the parties that the dorms were likely to throw; about the pretty girls they might see on campus; about how they’re going to be rich after they finish college and start playing in the professional leagues.

Frank just rolled his eyes in disinterest before he leaned back and spread his legs, allowing his lesbian daughter to get down on her knees in front of him to undo and pull out the throbbing hairless cock contained in his speedos. Samantha didn’t waste any time in sliding its thick head into her mouth. She was able to take most of it in the first go before pulling off to slowly and repeatedly bob her pretty blonde face up and down on the upper-half of it, being sure to take her time and look her father in the eyes occasionally to see his expression become twisted with a sick and, well, rather twisted sort of pleasure.

Of course, she just didn’t know that she could, in fact, take the entire thing now without much effort.

The Command he’d entered about everyone’s body gaining elastic properties was likely the same one Otto had used on himself in order to easily deepthroat the new-and-improved Geo-...

Hang on a second, Frank thought to himself.

That wasn’t the only thing that'd changed about his body, but not because of either him or Otto… Apparently, he was super flexible now? Who the fuck is Frankie, and how does he know that it was-?...

Frank facepalmed. He totally forgot, or never even really considered, that his next-door neighbor’s name was nearly the exact same as his uncle’s. Or, well, his former uncle. Master PC may be an all-powerful wish-granting computer program, but that doesn’t necessarily mean it can read minds. Otto’s earlier Command likely rewired the consciousness of countless unfortunate people named Frank Smith all over the planet.

Oh well, he thought to himself with a shrug. There were likely thousands of copies of Otto’s mind out there in the world now, each with their own copies of Master PC, to boot.

That wasn’t any big deal, after all. It sounded fun actually, and caused the visibly excited Frank’s cock to become even harder in Samantha’s warm mouth.

Either way, let’s get back to everyone’s favorite lesbian cocksucker.

And because the ‘Retroactive Changes’ setting wasn’t active when Frank himself had made them all elastic, Samantha was blissfully unaware of her new cock sucking potential.

All she needed was a little push, and push Frank did. He reached forward and raked his fingers through Samantha’s silky soft locks, then balled his hand up into a fist at the back of her head and pushed his seven-inch cock past the barrier of her throat. His toes curled as his manly voice openly groaned from how warm and tight his newly perceived daughter’s mouth and throat were.

Biting down on his lip, Frank raised his phone up and selected himself as the ‘Subject’ in his mobile copy of Master PC. Samantha struggled against his hold for a moment, but he felt her relax soon after she realized that there wasn’t any pain or real discomfort that came along with being facially impaled on her daddy’s hard dick. He wondered what could possibly be going through his former cousin’s mind as he went to the slider that controlled the size of his cock, then slowly began to move it to the right as he looked her in the eye.

At first, she looked bored and slightly annoyed in her current position, but her big blue eyes opened up wide with surprise when Frank’s cock began to grow longer and thicker, descending even further down her stretchy throat as her mouth opened wider and wider for his increasing girth. He stopped the growth at a full twelve-inches in length, his mighty meat nearly as thick as a can of soda while his sack was almost as big as his large rounded fist.

Frank released his grip, and Samantha slowly pulled off of his over-sized and eagerly twitching member, never once letting out a gagging or **** noise. Just as the head was about to pop out of her mouth, she stopped, closed her eyes for a moment, and then willfully dove back down. Once it reached the back of her throat, Samantha pushed herself forward, and his big dick continued further down and caused her neck to bulge out from its considerable girth.

As if amused by the realization she could pull it off, Samantha actually giggled a bit as if she were just partaking in a fun and innocent activity with her loving father, casually looking up into Frank’s eyes as she bottomed out of her own accord. Frank was in heaven, to say the least. And the fact that everyone was carrying on with their meals as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening, well, that was the cherry on top. Still, he wasn’t ready to cum just yet. His daughter’s throat was hot and snug, but her mildly labored pace was slow enough for him to just sit back and enjoy his (Otto’s) first blowjob ever. As Frank refocused on the table’s main conversation at hand, he realized that the topic of discussion was actually pretty interesting, for once.

“Okay, sis. Let’s be honest here.” Tammy sighed, refilling her wine-glass for the third time with a freshly opened bottle. “You’re not fat. You’ve just got a few love handles, and great big boobies.”

“Oh, shush.” The chubby mother of three hushed, crossing her arms over her big double-D’s and blushing as bright as can be. “Let’s talk about something else, please.”

The twins, occasionally glancing towards Nancy’s bust because her breasts jiggled around in her bikini with every slight motion she made, were simply quiet and blushing uncomfortably.

“I’m just saying, it’s not fair that you’ve got enough boob to spare for both me and Samantha.” Tammy said with a sarcastic grin as she gave her almost flat chest a few playful pats with both hands, then glanced under the table for approval. “Isn’t that right, honey?”

“Mhm!” Came from Samantha, who was still casually face-fucking herself with Frank’s huge dick. The vibrations in her throat that came along with it caused her hunky daddy to visibly shiver with pleasure.

“Again, hush! Both of you!” Nancy snapped at her sister and niece.

“Oh c’mon, honey.” Frank chuckled and tried to sound as genuine as possible while he was already busy with his phone, having targeted his former aunt and current wife with Master PC. “I know yours may not be natural, but I spent a lot of money to make sure that we can avoid conversations like this one.” He said, slowly and carefully, all the while his finger slid across the screen and Tammy’s bust was growing within her bikini. Bigger and bigger her once-tiny titties became, their shape quickly forming into perfectly round orbs of fleshy plastic as her light-blue bikini top seemed to grow and reshape along with them, but only enough to cover her large and thick areolas once they’d grown to the size of big saline-stuffed basketballs, each of them slightly larger than her head and wobbling around with even the slightest movement.

Nobody seemed to react as this happened, and once he was done speaking, Tammy rolled her eyes and sighed.

“I’m just saying, if I was the one that wound up with the good boobie genetics, we could’ve saved fifteen-grand on these babies.” She said, reaching up and giving her expansive underboob a few playful shimmies, which visibly caught the attention of her hunky nephews as they unconsciously leaned forward with interest. “And poor Samantha wouldn’t have to find a rich boyfriend to buy her a pair of her own.”

“Mm!”

“Oh, sorry.” Tammy sarcastically apologized upon her twenty-one-year old's muffled protest. “A rich ‘girlfriend’.”

“... Mm.”

Frank shivered and chuckled each time Samantha tried to communicate with a throat full of his cock, and the sight of his wife’s gargantuan funbags was actually making the man himself flustered. With that, being sure to keep her huge fake tits in sight, Frank decided not to hold back any longer and began to cum down his daughter’s tight throat as he reached up and tweaked one of his hard nipples. His groans and moans weren’t restrained either, and the table could even hear the surprised coughs and grunts from underneath the table while Samantha was pumped full of her daddy’s hot seed.

The man’s orgasm was reminiscent of Otto’s first one after finding Master PC, only this time it felt like a slick vacuum was sucking his balls dry, and it lasted for nearly half a minute as Samantha milked Frank to the last drop. He was using one of his hands to hold the young blonde’s face firmly against his crotch, the look of utter bliss on his face shameless and genuine. Frank looked down to meet Samantha’s watery and cross-eyed gaze as he released her, finally allowing the girl’s stretched out mouth to slowly pull off of his foot-long cock with an audible pop sound.

She fell back on her pert butt under the table, panting and clearing her throat as she rubbed at her slightly distended belly, excess cum dripping down from her chin and lips, and even her nose, it seemed. However, Samantha wasted no time in casually crawling back up into her seat between him and Nancy, settling in and getting ready to eat more food as if she hadn’t been face-fucking herself on her dad’s now very slick cock, to which he was now slowly stroking the length of while he caught his his breath.

Nobody at the table reacted at all, as if what had just happened was the most normal thing in the world.

“Thanks, babygirl.” Frank softly chuckled, reaching under the table to rub his daughter’s slender thigh with his cum/saliva-slick hand as she washed down what seed was left in her mouth with wine. “For a lesbian, you’re a great little cocksucker.”

“No problem, dad.” She said with a wide smile, giving the hand that was groping her soft leg a pat, but made no attempt to stop it. “I’m still not sure exactly why I did it, but it was pretty fun! I can’t believe I took your whole dick down my throat, either. It’s like I’m made of rubber, or something.”

"Wait, you did what?!" Tammy asked, slamming her hands down on the table in shock.