Let's get a quick glimpse into Grace's bedroom.

“Ma’am, do you know why I pulled you over?” The tall blonde asked, placing one hand on her slender hip as she elegantly cocked it to the side. Her tall bombshell body fit perfectly in the skin-tight and very skimpy police uniform hugging her hourglass figure, and the stunning woman’s fake cantaloupe-sized tits were showing off plenty of under-boob in her very high-cut uniform top.

“I don’t know officer, was I speeding?” Grace said, putting on the most innocent expression that she could muster as the middle-aged woman with an eighteen-year-old’s body sat there on the edge of her round bed in the center of the darkened master bedroom, which was about ten-feet in diameter. She was wearing a simple but elegant set of purple lingerie that showed off her supple young body spectacularly while her smooth pale skin seemed to radiate amidst the dim lighting of candles scattered along the walls.

“That’s a good question, you little slut.” The woman standing in front of Grace lifted up her right foot and slammed the shiny black heel she was wearing down into the bed next to her. She leaned in, her large and very bubbly thighs leading up to a pair of dark blue uniform short-shorts, which contained a twitching bulge that was almost the size of her big plastic tits in the front of its elastic material. The tall woman leaned down towards Grace’s face, and in her sultry voice with the sexiest of smiles on her plump and ruby-red lips, she said: “Neither of us are in vehicles, so I’m guessing it’s because you’ve got a great body.”

Grace simply looked up at the woman with a dumbfounded look on her pretty face, then sighed and rolled her eyes.

“Seriously Kelvin, you suck at role play.” She said, both her tone and expression as fat as can be. “I even made you a cute new outfit and everything, and it still doesn’t click for you.”

With her leg still planted on the bed next to her wife, Bimbo Cop Kelvin stood up straight and frowned with a hurt look on her face.

“Sorry, honey.” She said, casually scratching her ginormous bulge with her long red fingernails. “I’m more of a ‘look handsome and hope pick-up lines get me laid’ kind of a guy, you know that.”

“Well, I wouldn’t say that you’re much of a guy anymore... But yeah, I suppose you’ve got a point.” Grace said with another sigh, lifting a hand up to gently caress the huge bubbly thigh next to her head. “What ever happened to the old days? Before the kids, when it was just you and me… Have we really changed that much since then?”

“... Maybe.” Kelvin gave her a weak and shameful shrug, reaching up with both hands to idly squeeze and caress her own big fake tits, a compulsive habit that Grace had instilled in the sexy blonde’s mind without her knowledge. “I’ll always love you, Grace, more than anyone in the world, but… You slipped into a deep depression after the accident, and it was so bad that I didn’t know how to deal with it. Then, well, that’s when you started to escape into your weird fantasy land. I know that’s my fault in a lot of ways, and we both know that I haven’t really been discreet about sleeping around behind your back... It’s just that-... I don’t know… You’ve been my wife for more than twenty-five years now, and I definitely haven’t been the husband that you deserve for a very, very long time.”

Grace swallowed, tears welling up in the young lady’s big brown eyes.

“And I’m sorry for that Grace, I really am.” Kelvin said, getting choked up herself as she pulled her leg down and sat on the bed next to her young wife. The six-foot-tall bimbo wrapped her arms around the much shorter Grace, and the two shared a firm and very loving embrace.

Despite what you might be thinking in regards to the Prologue’s portrayal of Kelvin, my dear Reader, but Grace hadn’t actually altered her husband’s mind in any way up to this point, aside from making him, or now ‘her’, overtly-sexual in almost every physical regard from now on.

In other words, what was happening here was genuine, Grace and Kelvin opening up to one-another about their relationship problems. The fact that Kelvin’s wife had a reality-bending computer program didn’t influence her thought process much, either. Sure, she was understandably nervous about Grace taking **** on her many infidelities when she was a full-fledged man, but she felt like she deserved it, at the end of the day. Instead, Grace told him how she’d known all along, and still loved him despite that. Afterwards the two talked about how she wanted to role play with Kelvin, he agreed, and is in the wonderfully erotic form she found herself in now. Deep down, and as strange as everything was, being turned into a taller version of a certain female pornstar with a massive schlong was hotter than Kelvin could’ve ever imagined it being. Although, the sudden rush of powerful emotions now flooding through each of them kept his two-foot-long flaccid cock from being hard in any way possible at that moment, so instead of trying to be kinky and/or just simply fuck one-another senseless, Kelvin and Grace crawled into their massive round bed and lovingly cuddled each other for a time in its center afterwards.

“I love you.” Grace whispered to her sexy wife in a soft and broken voice. “I’m sorry I haven’t been easy to live with, but I’m glad that you always stayed with me and helped take care of the kids.”

“Me too, honey.” Kelvin said with a choked up swallow. “Me too.”

“... I’m still gonna’ fuck Adam, though.”

“I’m shocked that you haven’t already.” Kelvin couldn’t help but chuckle, hugging her young lover tighter. “He may be the dumbest person in our family, but he’s a good kid.”

“You’re damn right he is.” Grace said, nuzzling her face into the luscious side-boob covered by her hot wife’s erotic uniform. “That boy deserves a harem.”

“A what?”

“Don’t worry about it.” She giggled. “Nerd talk.”

“Ah, gotcha.”

They both shared a soft laugh at that, and continued as they were for several hours, having drifted off to sleep rather quickly in one another's arms.

Sometime in the middle of the night, however, something disturbed Grace’s ever-peaceful slumber.

The sound of her window clicking open, and two pink-haired intruders were trying to sneak into the master bedroom.

… Well, it was safe to say that Grace was slightly annoyed by that, and she was suddenly in the mood for some fun.