Parental Reorganizations

(@Willow Tindersmith suggested this happen in https://chyoa.com/chapter/Parental-Assistance.1824588 and I decided to give it a shot. I would consider this sort of the "evil/asshole" branch, given how I wrote John here. This is not as thoroughly edited as my usual stuff since it's just a side sketch I did quickly, so please forgive errors. I haven't got plans to follow this up for now, but if anyone wants to take it, you are welcome to go ham.)

I opened the bathroom door and nearly ran face-first into my father. Dad froze when he saw me, his face turning red with embarrassment as he tried to hide a bottle behind his back. It was too late; I had already seen the picture on it. I knew what Viagra looked like. The shock of seeing my father with a bottle of dick pills was quickly overshadowed by the realization that he planned fuck my mother, the woman I was using for myself. The thought of my father touching my mother after I had made her into my perfect milf made my stomach churn with disgust.

"Fuck," I muttered under my breath, kicking myself for not realizing sooner what my parents might get up to. Mom was now a young milf, her body transformed into something beautiful, energetic, and desirable, but she was still his wife. Even if he was old and out of shape, she probably wanted to make love to him, especially after blue-balling him for a decade.

"I can't believe that mom looks like that, and you still need help," I commented.

"I'm glad you helped your mother, but there is no call to speak to me that way," he shot back angrily. "I thought we raised you better than that. It's not your business what we get up to when you aren't using her."

"The fuck it isn't! Mom is my milf to fuck, not yours," I told him firmly, my voice dripping with disdain.

"John, what are you saying?" Dad said, his face pale with shock.

"I don't want you fucking my milf," I said coldly. "You know what, why does there need to be another man living in this house? All I really need are hot chicks. You should be another milf, someone I can fuck just like Mom."

"John, that's... We taught you to respect others, to treat people with kindness and dignity, not this!" he said angrily, his eyes filled with hurt and confusion as his body began to change.

"I don't give a shit about that," I said, my voice cold and detached as I watched curves begin to develop under his shirt. "I can use anyone anyway I want. You should be happy I'm using you like this. You're going to be a milf, and a milf should be thrilled that her son wants to fuck her."

His broad shoulders started to soften, his chest losing what masculine bulk it had and gaining a gentle roundness. His paunchy stomach began to tighten and smooth out, pulling inwards, as his hips became more pronounced. His face was the most striking change. His square jawline softened, becoming more delicate and feminine, brow smoothing out, losing its ruggedness, and his eyes took on a softer, more expressive quality. His grey hair turned a fiery shade of red, hairline filling back in as it grew down to mid back. His skin, once slightly pockmarked with age, now took on a radiant, almost porcelain quality.

His waist continued to shrink noticeably, his hips widening and swelling outwards, giving him a more curvaceous figure. His legs pressed together in a way that was undeniably feminine, and the crotch collapsed, clearly indicating there was no longer a dick and balls present. His hands, which had always been on the large side, now looked smaller and softer, with long, delicate fingers. His clothes didn't change, leaving his dress shirt straining against his growing chest, the fabric pulling taut across his new, perky breasts, nipples hardening into tight buds that pressed against the fabric, while the pants threatened to rip as his wider hips stretched them to their breaking point.

"Is this what you wanted, son? Am I hot enough for you to fuck?" she asked at last, grinning, arching her back to thrust her new assets at me and cocking her new hips. She looked like a young woman, beautiful and desirable, but the clothes ruined it.

"Take those off," I ordered her, and she quickly stripped off her ill-fitting male clothes, having to fight a bit to get the pants over her wide hips. Her body was a stark contrast to her previous form. Her breasts were large and perky, with soft, pink nipples that stood at attention, though smaller than mom's new ones. Her waist was narrow and sculpted, flaring dramatically out at the hips and giving her a heart shaped bubble butt. Her stomach was flat and smooth, not muscular but without an ounce of fat, leading down to a patch of neatly trimmed pubic hair, and below that a set of pink, dainty pussy lips, a large clit prominently visible at their apex, begging to be touched.

"Yeah, da...mom," I said eagerly. "This is exactly what I wanted! You're such a fucking milf now."

"I'm glad you like me!" she cried happily, jumping up and down excitedly, her new breasts bouncing with each movement. Her face was flushed with excitement, her eyes sparkling with desire. "Would you like to use your new mommy now? Please John?" she begged, grabbing a hand and pressing it between her boobs, acting every bit like a stereotypical bimbo.

"I want to watch you fuck Mom," I said. "I want to see my milf mommies get it on."

"Oh, that's a great idea! I can't wait to fuck Anna while you watch! Come on, let's go," she added excitedly, pulling me along as she skipped toward my parent's bedroom. The door was slightly ajar, and I could hear Mom’s voice as I followed my now milf father inside.

“Nothing fits anymore,” she said, her voice coming from behind the door of her closet. There was quite a pile of discarded clothes on the floor. “Everything new is too big, and my old clothes from before are too small. How am I supposed to look good for my husband if I have nothing to wear?”

“You should only care how good you look for your son, but if you insist, then all your clothes should fit you and be as sexy as a milf like you deserves,” I said.

The clothes on the floor visibly shrank and reformed into different styles and more vibrant colors, the transformation happening in an instant. Mom popped her head around the door with a surprised look, pulling the door backwards as if trying to hide behind it. "John! You surprised me. Did you want to use me? I was just trying to find something sexy to wear for your father..." she began, then noticed the naked woman next to me.

“John, what did you do?” she asked, shocked, immediately recognizing her husband despite her changed form.

“John is using us, dear," my other mother said with a grin and a giggle, her new hips swaying slightly as she spoke. "He's here to watch his milfs fuck!"

"What the hell?" mom yelled, stepping out naked from behind the door, her firm breasts bouncing slightly with each step as she angrily marched over to us. "Howard, what is wrong with you?"

"John made me a milf too! Isn't that great? It will be so hot, having him watch us fuck. If we're lucky, he'll use us after!" my former father replied, looking confused.

"JOHN!" mom began angrily, about to round on me, but I cut her off.

"You're a milf! All a milf should care about is caring for and making her son happy. You should be happy that dad's also a milf so I have two hot milf mommies to fuck," I told her.

She stopped dead in her tracks, her expression flipping like a switch. "Oh, John. I'm sorry. I should have realized. Of course I'm happy you turned your father into a milf. It's so great that you made yourself another mommy to fuck," she said. She turned eyed up her former husband. "And I must say, you certainly milfed out nicely," she added, hugging her, their breasts smashing against each other as they kissed. "Oh Howard!" she cried, her voice hoarse with desire. "Oh fuck, that doesn't work anymore does it. Give your other mother a new name. Use her like that," my mother said excitedly.

I considered for a second as I watched my mom finger the former man's cunt. 'Howard' didn't have a direct female alternative. Did I want to keep the H? "Holly," I said. "From now on, you are Holly."

"Holly. That's such a nice name. John wants to watch us fuck, so fuck me, Holly," Mom... no Anna, calling her mom when they were both around would be too confusing... cried.

Their lips met in a passionate embrace, tongues dancing with a mix of familiarity and newfound excitement. Holly responded eagerly, her hands exploring Anna’s body with equal enthusiasm, cupping Anna’s firm ass and pulling her closer as their kiss deepened. Anna broke the kiss with a soft moan, her head falling back slightly as Holly’s fingers found her clit. Holly circled it with instinctual expertise, her touch sending shivers down Anna’s spine, then her fingers parted Anna’s lower lips to delve deeper into her pussy.

Holly pushed Anna onto the bed, grabbing her hips and leaning down to lick Anna, her new breasts swinging with each movement. Anna’s back arched off the bed, a soft moan escaping her lips as Holly ate her eagerly. Holly’s tongue circled Anna’s clit, her lips sucking gently before spearing her tongue into Anna's pussy.

"Is this what you wanted?" Anna asked, eyes lidded, her voice barely above a whisper, as she humped up at Holly's probing tongue.

“Yeah, moms. Let's see how good you are together,” I replied, watching the show they were putting on with rapt attention.

Mom leaned in and kissed Holly passionately, her hands roaming over Holly’s body, as Holly swung around, placing her pussy over Anna's mouth, the pair 69ing. Their shared passion colored every movement, elevating it beyond any porn scene I had ever seen. Anna’s back arched, her massive tits bouncing around like crazy as Holly sucked her clit. Anna stuck two fingers into Holly's pussy, causing her to yelp and then redouble her pussy eating efforts. Their moans grew louder as they played with each other eagerly, bodies trembling with need. Holly’s hips bucked against Anna’s hand, her fingers digging into Anna’s thighs as she came. Holly ate Anna with relentless passion, her orgasm building with each **** lick and suck.

I eagerly doffed my clothes, joining my mothers on the bed. I took my hard dick and pushed it against Holly’s pussy; Anna took the hint and pulled her fingers out, grabbing me and guiding me inside her former husband. Holly moaned loudly as I entered her, her body arching to meet my thrusts. She was tight and wet, her brand new pussy clenching around my cock with each deep stroke. Her breasts bounced with each movement, her nipples hard and begging for attention.

"Fuck me, son," Holly cried out. "I can't believe how good it feels having your big dick inside me. More, give me more. I want to feel your cum in my cunt. Fill this pussy you made!" she added, diving face first back into Anna's honeypot.

I grabbed Holly's perky breasts, squeezing them roughly as I fucked her from behind, while Anna found Holly's clit, rubbing it in circles that matched the rhythm of my thrusts, brushing my length when I emerged. Holly’s moans grew louder, her body spasming with each deep penetration, her exclamations going directly into Anna's pussy as she tried to keep eating her out. Anna her face inches from our join, watched us intently, her eyes locked on the sight of me fucking Holly. She bit her lower lip, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

"Fuck, moms," I groaned, my hips slamming into Holly with each thrust. "You both look so hot together."

Holly’s body tightened around me, her orgasm building with each deep stroke. She threw her head back, her breasts bouncing wildly as she came, moans filling the room and driving Anna wild. Anna cried out, her own orgasm washing over, fingers worked holly's clit furiously as she trust her pussy into Holly's questing tongue. I came inside my former father, letting out a satisfied, shuddering groan, my release filling Holy and overflowing her pussy, raining down onto Anna's face. Anna eagerly tried to lick up anything she could, the rest disappearing. We collapsed onto the bed, Holly and I off to the side so as not to crush Anna, our bodies tangled together in a satisfied heap.

Holly turned to me with a grin, her new breasts jiggling slightly as she did so. "That was amazing, John," she said, her voice breathy and satisfied. "I can't believe how good it fells to have my son fuck me. I'm so glad you used me like this. Can we do that again? Please son?" she begged, making puppy dog eyes at me.

Anna laughed softly, her hand reaching out to stroke Holly’s cheek. "Oh, I think your son has a lot more uses for us, don’t you?" she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She scooted up to me and rubbed my length along her pussy lips.

I smiled, my mind already racing with the possibilities. "Definitely," I replied, my cock already starting to harden again at the thought of what was to come.