Mandy Hijacks Carol

Mandy's small naked butt slammed against the tiled floor of her family home's entrance hallway, not having expected to just fall right through the floor in her room when testing out her phasing ability. It was a good thing that apparently couldn't get hurt in her ghost-like state, or else she'd be crying out for an ambulance. She leaned back and relaxed, glancing up at the undamaged ceiling she'd just fallen through.

"Have fun, Master." Kit's soft voice rang through her thoughts. "Just let me know if you need anything."

"Yeah, will do..." She mumbled to herself, then stood up. As soon as she was on her feet, Mandy jumped in surprise when she saw Zoey walking right towards her.

"Z-Zoey!" Mandy panicked, taking a step back. "I can explain!"

Zoey didn't react, and she just kept walking. The tall and pale girl's face looked tired and solemn, the sleeves of her labcoat were damp, and her eyes never looked directly at Mandy. She ended up walking right through her friend, who shivered at the strange and dull pressure that seemed to rush through her body when she did so.

Without looking back, Zoey casually opened the front door to her home and left.

"Whoa." Mandy said, then chuckled as she looked down at her hands. "Cool."

If she had been prepared for it, Mandy could've hijacked Zoey's body just then. Something deep down, something she couldn't properly explain with words, told her that all she would've had to do was relax her current form and let her ghostly body merge with Zoey's. She simply just knew how to do it, like flexing a brand new muscle.

"Bye, Zoey." Mandy playfully called out towards the front door, knowing full-well that nobody could hear her. "I'll try not to have too much fun."

To be frank, having Zoey gone was a good thing from her perspective.

If there was anyone in the world whose opinions mattered to her, it was her best friend.

And now that said bestie was gone for the night, the real pervert in Mandy and free reign to wreak havoc in the house.

Speaking of which, her first target walked out of the kitchen in front of her, heading in the opposite direction that Zoey went. Carol's wide hips had a naturally sexy sway to them as she moved, giving Mandy a great view of her Mom's ample butt as it wiggled in her skimpy yellow sundress. Mandy's feet seemed to move on their own to follow her, and soon she found herself in the kitchen, watching Carol step to the couch and sit down next to her short but beefy husband, who had his arms stretched out in both directions on the back of the couch and was still wearing his form-fitting white T-shirt and gray basketball shorts, both sets of attire boldly displaying just how gifted this man was in every department.

Carol plopped down on the couch right beside Frank, her braless bust jiggling around like mad in her strapless dress as his eyes magnetically locked onto them.

They both exchanged a playful laugh, and Frank wrapped one of his arms around Carol's shoulders as he pulled her in for a long kiss.

"God, I love you." Frank said after their lips parted, his gruff voice low and sensual. "What's the situation?"

Carol sighed and rolled her eyes, cozying into her seat and snuggling against her husband's side.

"Well, Ed locked Mandy out of the lab, from the looks of it."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah. From what Zoey was telling me, he didn't even let her in to talk about it. I mean, sure, it seemed like he could've been busy with something important in that lab of his, but that doesn't mean he should've hit them both with a flashbang of some kind."

"Hah! I've gotten worse for less. Remember that time years ago when I got hammered and wandered down there just to shoot the shit with him?"

"You bet I do." Carol said, unable to hide her smirk as she watched whatever was playing on their TV. "Having to carry around a pocket-sized you for a month did come with its perks."

"It was more fun than I thought it would be." He laughed. "I couldn't stay mad at the guy after being able to scuba-dive in that tight little-"

"Stop!" Carol giggled and blushed, giving his muscular thigh a crisp slap. "You were so goofy about it, you big dope."

"What else is new?"

"Yeah, I guess you're right." Carol said, glancing at the man's ever-present and twitching bulge as it swelled a bit down one leg of his shorts before looking him in the eyes. "I love you too, by the way."

The two kissed again, and then quietly began watching TV snuggled up to one another.

As she watched everything play out, she was also deciding on how the rest of the night was going to play out.

Mandy strode forward across the living room to where her mother sat and stood right in front of Carol, who was now staring through her daughter's stomach at the TV behind her.

The young flat-chested blonde slowly turned around, closed her eyes, and sat down exactly where Carol was sitting.

A wash of warmth came over Mandy, and it felt like her entire body was both melting and expanding at the same time for the briefest of moments.

After everything was quickly settled, she opened her eyes and could once again feel the world around her. She could feel the couch under her wide cushion-like butt, she could feel her smooth and bubbly thighs rubbing against each other, she could feel the tight yellow dress hugging her skin, she could feel the natural weight of two jiggly masses pulling on her chest, and she could especially feel the cozy warmth of her husband's body against her and his arm as it was wrapped around her shoulder.

Mandy glanced around for a moment, but it didn't take long for her eyes to drift down to the massive valley of perky cleavage below. The cleavage that was attached to her own chest for once, and not being flaunted around by her mother. Although, technically both of those things were true.

Mandy raised up her hand and inspected the ring on her finger, on her mother's finger. She turned to look at her husband's chiseled face, her father's face. When Frank turned to look at her, their lips just a few inches apart, Mandy's lips curled into a nervous smile and her face went as red as a tomato.

"What's wrong, honey?" Frank asked, raising an eyebrow. "Did some of your lipstick rub off on me again?"

"Uh, n-no... I, uh..." When Mandy spoke, she felt strange hearing that of Carol's own.

She decided that she might need a bit of solitary prep before actually doing what her instincts desperately wanted her to do at that moment.

"Sorry, I just need to use the bathroom." She said, then slowly stood up and turned towards the hallway, the unfamiliar feelings that came along with her newer, curvier body giving her pause to simply run away in that moment. "I'll be right back!"

"O-Okay..." Mandy heard just before Frank was out of earshot, walking quickly to the downstairs bathroom. Her breasts and butt lightly jiggled and sloshed around with even the lightest motion, and it took every bit of willpower within Mandy to not rip off her dress and inspect herself right there in the hallway.

By some miracle, she managed to slip into the bathroom and lock the door behind her.

Mandy took a deep breath and turned towards the mirror.

Carol's sexy reflection stared right back at her.

"Oh my God..." Mandy whispered as she took a step forward, and Carol's reflection mirrored her perfectly. It felt so surreal, like she was dreaming. Then, she watched as her reflection's hands slowly rose up and cupped the underside of her boobs, and gasped when she sunk her fingers into their oh-so-supple flesh, watching as her cleavage bubbled out even more as a result. A single grope turned into blatant fondling, then squeezing, then pinching of rock-hard nipples that were poking out in the front of her dress.

Then, Mandy slowly pulled the top of her dress down, exposing Carol's braless tits to herself in the mirror.

She was amazed by their round perkiness. They looked like they should be fake, but the way they jiggled with her motions and the way her fingers could sink deep into their soft flesh told Mandy that was impossible. Carol's cantaloupe-sized tits were all natural, to a degree. Mandy knew that her mother must've had Edward improve these babies sometime before Mandy was born with whatever tech he was cooking up at the time, so 'natural' wasn't exactly the proper word to use, but there were no surgical augments what-so-ever. And God, did they feel fucking great. The two big sensitive milk tanks tingled with mild electric pulses whenever she rubbed them.

Mandy leaned forward, braced her hands against the counter, and poked out her butt, making Carol's face display all sorts of erotic expressions to herself in the mirror, all while swaying her torso to make her jello-like tits jiggle all the while. She then began to gently thrust her chest out, imagining what it would look like if Frank was poised behind her and thrusting into her slutty wet cunt, completely unaware that he was actually making his very own adult daughter cum over and over again inside of his wife's body.

Mandy couldn't help herself any more.

She tore her eyes away from her reflection in the mirror and sat down on the closed toilet, then spread her legs and used one hand to explore her new breasts while the other went down to Carol's tight and freshly shaved cunt to satisfy the **** aching it felt.

Mandy then spent the next half-hour privately inspecting her mother's body in the bathroom and its shower, satisfying herself with numerous mind-numbing orgasms.