Peter's new mind, Cassandra's new body

"Uuungh!" You cry out long and loud as you bust your fifth nut of the night deep inside April. She smiles, grabs the back of your neck, and pulls you in for a kiss. The two of your share a soft moan--

--Until Peter's tongue dances across your balls, and that moan becomes an overstimulated yelp. Your testicles are feeling very sensitive after a night of ****-fueled jizz-pumping: Peter's skilled treatment sends a lightning-bolt of pleasure down your spine, bringing your cock back to full readiness in an instant.

"Fuck... You're getting good at this," you grunt, beginning to thrust into April's pussy once again. "Isn't our 'son' just the best?"

April giggles, still getting used your new way of referring to her ex-husband. "Mhm... C'mere, sweetheart..."

As you continue to make out with your bimbo bride, a thought occurs: I should really give Peter those pills, so they can take effect by the time we're on the honeymoon.

Sitting in your luggage is a large bottle of mental modification ****--A Pearson's Perfections cocktail known as "BratBae."

For months, you've been waffling about whether to mind-mod Peter. Of the three (soon to be four) members of your mini-harem, he's the blandest by far: a middle-aged salaryman who just happens to be in a hot bimbo body. That incongruity can be fun... But it also makes him a good blank slate to paint over with something new.

Your honeymoon will serve as a trial run. Now that you've adopted Peter, you're going to see what he'd be like as a bratty daughter. These **** should accomplish just that: they're a high-tech mix of aphrodisiacs and heavily-tuned obedience enhancers, which should leave him weak-willed, unintelligent... But just a little bit defiant. There's some female hormones in there, too, just to help him--Maybe her--Lean into the new persona.

"...Ungh... Cumguzzler," you groan, gyrating your hips as April whimpers beneath you. "Get your mouth off my nuts for a sec, huh?"

"Mph? Uh... What do you--"

"Top outer pocket of my bag. Grab the pills, and take two."

Peter moves to obey--Slowly, sure, but without any protest. "Can I read the label?"

"Yeah. Thanks for asking, though," you chuckle, before turning your attention back to his ex-wife. "Hey, honey... Did you ever wish you had another daughter?"

"...Ah... Um..." April takes a moment to re-focus on something other than the thick cock sliding in and out of her. "...Maybe, sometimes... Why?"

"Peter's crossing over, at least for a while. We should think of a name."

"I--That's--" April is startled... But only for a moment. Then you see her surprise give way to arousal--Maybe it's the taboo nature of it all (even by this world's standards), or maybe it's just your dick inside of her... Either way, she seems on-board. "...Hmm, well... Isn't he--She--Already 'Cumguzzler' now? That works for a girl, right?"

"Doesn't really roll off the tongue, though... No pun intended."

"Hmm. What about... 'Jizzi?' Same idea, but shorter."

"...I freaking love you." Smiling down at April, you give her one final thrust, bottoming out as she gasps with pleasure. Then you pull out, and turn towards Peter.

"Done reading?"

"...Uh... Yeah," he says shaking his head in disbelief as he sits on the floor beside your luggage. "That's... Wow. 'Jizzi,' huh?"

"Like it? Not just the name... The whole idea?"

"...Um... I dunno..." While Peter's voice sounds uncertain, you notice that he's fully-erect. "...I'm not gonna lose my dick, am I?"

"Huh, hadn't thought of that... Depends on how all this goes, I guess," you reply, stroking yourself a few times. "Come blow me, Jizzi."

"Uh, okay," he mumbles, crawling over to the bedside.

"Don't you mean 'yes, Daddy?' C'mon, let's get a head start on this whole fucktoy-daughter thing!"

"...Alright, um... Y-yes, Daddy--Gmph!"

As you grab his head, pull it down, and plunge your cock between his plush lips, April shimmies up behind you.

"That's it, hon... Facefuck our little girl," she whispers in your ear. You can tell the words aren't coming quite naturally to her... She's trying to get into it, for your sake. But you can already tell that she's succeeding: the longer Jizzi blows you, the more April rubs up against you. "...Give it to her... That's it... Blow your load down our daughter's tight throat..."

"Goddamn... This is gonna be a honeymoon to remember," you grunt, grabbing Jizzi's head with both hands and jerking yourself off with her esophagus. "Hngh... Speaking of which... Wonder how our son is making out?"

"Think my ass would look better like that?" Cassandra giggles a little as she and Mike scroll through photos of ridiculously-large butt implants.

"I--I think your butt looks amazing already--I mean, uh--"

"Relax... I know that kind of question is a total trap," she says, nudging the nervous bimbo-boy's shoulder. As they scroll through the Pearson's catalogue, she seems to be getting more and more relaxed... But Mike's looking a little nervous as the pretty redhead leans in close to use his laptop. Pretty soon, there's a boner poking against his bathrobe--Which he does his best to hide by crossing his voluptuous legs.

"Hey, this gal kinda looks like you," Cassandra teases, scrolling through a few particularly-round bubble butts. "I really like your proportions, honestly... Maybe I'll go a little smaller, but I want it round and firm like yours."

"Um... Thanks." His hard-on twitches uncomfortably, but he smiles at the compliment anyway.

"So... I was thinking..." Cass takes a deep breath, her expression growing more serious. "John said I was going to be in kind of, like... A management role. Y'know, in his harem."

"Oh yeah?"

"Mm... So I probably shouldn't be a full-on, super-feminine, ultra-submissive bimbo, right? I mean, obviously I should still be attractive to him, but... I need something with a little more oomph."

Navigating quickly through the website, she shows Mike a few options. "I like my hair, but... Could be even redder, maybe with some highlights, even... And muscles, too--Nothing crazy, but like... Toned, and stuff... Tall, too..."

Mike blinks a few times, intrigued by this new side of Cassandra. She's really getting into it, now: researching her future body the same way she'd chase down a story. "Uh-huh," he murmurs, still trying to control his boner. "Looks good."

Suddenly she pauses, glancing over at Michael. "This isn't too weird for you, is it? Especially if I'm gonna be sorta, uh... In charge of you..."

"N-no, not at all," Mike stammers, giving her a smile. "Not exactly the weirdest thing that's happened to me this year."

"Fair enough... But still, you're supposed to be the one making the decisions here. If there's anything you want--"

"I just want you to be happy."

"Seriously, Mike..." She gives him a hard look. "No preference at all?"

"You're gonna be beautiful no matter what."

That gives her pause. "...Aw... I, um..." Not knowing what to say, Cassandra leans in and gives him a kiss on the cheek.

Trembling with nervous energy, Michael stammers on: "I, uh... Um... I mean, I'm a boob guy, but you're definitely getting those anyway to be D-cup-plus and you don't need to go bigger or anything, I think you'd look good with some big-but-kinda-normaler ones, right, and like--Uh--Yeah."

Giggling at his awkward rant, she kisses him on the cheek again. "Cool. That's what we'll do, then... One moderately-busty, bubble-butt-rocking redheaded Amazon, coming right up." With one final peck on Mike's blushing face, Cassandra gets back to work.

That final kiss proves too much to bear: here's an audible splurt as Michael's robe is stained with cum... But Cassandra either doesn't notice or doesn't care, continuing her rapid-fire research as though the boy sitting beside her hasn't just jizzed himself.

As the sun rises over the hotel, you and your cum-drenched fucktoys are finally settling in for a few hours of sleep. Meanwhile, Mike and Cass are still putting the finishing touches on their plans for her body. They will have to sleep at the clinic: one worrying in a waiting room chair, the other anesthetized on the operating table.