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Chapter 23 by FlatCap90210 FlatCap90210

How will they address that particular problem?

Hopefully the other two women have an idea, because Jamie is fresh out.

While her mother left the room, still scooping up fingerfulls of cum, Jamie kept sitting on the floor, dumbstruck by the fact that she had completely forgotten about her father. What the hell should she do? Just going up to him and go 'Hi dad, I'm your daughter now. Also, I made mom and Micaela addicted to my cock. Yes, I still have one.' was out of the question. Not that Edward had something against transgender people, but springing it on him without warning would not go over well. Jamie's father did not like being kept in the dark about important things. One time, as James, she had forgotten to tell him about a school trip and Edward had accidentally double-booked her for a father-son event on the same weekend as a surprise. While it might have been a bit hypocritical by his father, the end result was still James being grounded for a week after he returned. And then there was the thing with Jamie's addictive cum and the fact that her mother now wanted to gobble down her cock as often as she could.

Speaking of addictive cum, that was another option, but one that Jamie was unwilling to take as well. It was bad enough having Anne after her cock, but if her father became like that as well? The distressed futa shuddered just thinking about it. Both parents trying to get into her pants was decidedly too much. Hmm, then what about feeding Edward some pills of his own? Jamie shook her head, cupping her chin in her palm pensively afterwards. No, that wouldn't help at all. So what if her father grew a bigger dick? Or became a futa too? Or whatever crazy shit those pills did if taken another way? That wouldn't change anything about Jamie's situation.

Thinking herself in a tizzy, Jamie wracked her brain for a solution, but... nothing. All her ideas were terrible, or wouldn't help, or would only make the situation even worse. Seeing herself getting nowhere and feeling her girl- and other cum dry on her legs and stomach, Jamie finally got up and collected her pants from the corner she had thrown them in, sliding her top back down over her pert boobs, a pang of envy running through her as she thought about Micaela's and her mother's bigger pairs. A quick inspection revealed that the hotpants had miraculously stayed almost completely clean, only a small glob of cum having hit them. Wiping it off, Jamie realized that her mother's running clothes appeared to be fluid resistant, the fabric having barely stained. Come to think of it, they were probably her running clothes now. There was no way Anne fit in the top with her tits that big.

'Good thing mine are so small then,' Jamie thought, pulling a face.

Why was she even so envious? Her tits were nice, and perky and so. Much. Smaller! Jamie shook her head, trying to get rid of the thought. Looking around her room, she realized that there was cum everywhere. Well, not everywhere, most had landed on her thankfully empty desk and the hardwood floor, so cleaning it up would be no problem. Jamie briefly thought of just letting Micaela do it, but quickly realized that this wouldn't be a good start for their relationship. Taking a pack of tissues, she began wiping up the goopy jizz, still bare-bottomed due to the state of her thighs. Better not mess up the pants, who knew what else her mother would come up for her to wear. The futa ended up needing two packs to clean the cum from her desk and the floor, the soaked tissues piling up in her small trash can. Making a mental note to wipe down her desk and mop the floors, Jamie went to the bath for a quick shower to clean herself off.

As the hot water ran over her body, Jamie jiggled her boobs and pinched the pink nipples capping them, feeling them harden and throb. They felt so nice, and looked so sexy, but still, Jamie still kinda wanted them bigger. Not as big as her mother, of course, just a few more cup sizes... Jamie slapped her face lightly with both palms when she realized where her thoughts were heading. They. Were. Fine! Perky, soft, sensitive, and a reasonable size. No further growth needed, no siree.

But would it be really that bad...? Groaning at her apparently one-track mind, Jamie shut off the water and stepped out of the shower, quickly and efficiently toweled herself off and put her inherited running gear on before heading downstairs to help with dinner.

What's for dinner?

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