Mike and... Somebody

As you make your way down the stairs, you hear a steady thudding coming from the kitchen... A familiar sort of sound in this household. You head towards it.

Just as expected, your "brother" Mike is on the floor with one of your parents on the floor... Impossible to tell which one, given the changes you made a little under a month ago. Mike's completely naked, and the parent's wearing nothing but a pair of obscene short-shorts that would put any valley girl to shame. Mike is straddling their head, roughly shoving his cock down their throat like a man possessed. To his credit, though, at least he's put a pillow underneath to protect their poor cranium from the cold hard tiles.

"Mornin' bro," you say, stepping around the pair and grabbing some orange juice from the fridge. "Mom or Dad?"

"Mom," he grunts.

A mumbled, barely-audible reply comes from between his legs: "Mph mmph. Dph."

"Oh, my mistake. Guess it's Dad," Mike says. "Just when I thought I was getting better at telling 'em apart."

"The day you can is the day we take them back to the clinic," you reply with a chuckle.

"Maybe we should do that anyway, sooner or later. This body's great, but I think we can fit in a few more cup sizes." Mike reaches back to paw at one of Peter's inflated tits.

"Hey, as long as April gets the same upgrades, I'm game. Where's Mom at, anyway?"

"I sent her out back to sunbathe."

Ah yes, "sunbathe..." That's a bit of a code word in your new family. Quite a few young men live in the neighborhood, and they're always looking for a D-cup-plus woman to play with. When you or Mike are feeling charitable, you sometimes send one of your parents out into the backyard, either naked or in a skimpy outfit. Then you snap a pic and post it on social media. It never takes long for a guy or three to come climbing over the fence to have their way with whoever's out there... Just your way of giving back to the community.

"Dammit Mike," you sigh. "Why didn't you ask me first? I don't really feel like sharing today."

"Not my fault you slept in 'till noon," he says with a shrug. "Besides, I'm almost done. You can have Dad after, and I'll bring Mom inside once whoever-the-fuck is done doing whatever-the-fuck with her."

"Alriiight, fine... But hurry up."

Sipping your orange juice, you watch as Mike pounds his Dad's mouth faster and faster. It's truly a sight to behold; Peter squirms beneath his son, his ample tits, ass, and thighs jiggling with every thrust.

"Ungh... Gonna cum... Drink it, slut," Mike grunts, sliding balls-deep into Peter's throat. He was always rougher with his dad than with his mom, but he must be feeling especially dominant today. "That's it, swallow it all. Don't make a mess, or John's gonna be mad..."

"Hey, don't drag me into your daddy issues," you laugh, nearly spitting out your juice. "I'm just looking for a nice, friendly fuck."

Your friend moans with satisfaction and leans back a little, still keeping his tip in Peter's mouth. "C'mon, don't pretend like you're Mr. Nice Guy. I saw what you did to Dad's fine ass on Thursday. Pretty sure I can still see the handprints."

"Okay, fine, you win. Now get off Dad so I can have a go!"

Grinning like an idiot, Mike pulled his glistening member out of Peter's mouth, wiping it off on his plump lips before standing up and heading for the patio. "See ya in a few."

You're left alone with your new father, who's currently lying on the floor and gasping for air. His face is the perfect picture of bimbo beauty--Just like his wife's. Your eyes are soon drawn lower, though, as his unnaturally-round tits rise and fall with each panting breath.