Confront Mike! (Again...)

(If you're familiar with the old version of this tale on Goliath's "Reality Warped", just a heads up, things take a turn from the direction I was heading in from here on out. That story is linked at the beginning of this Master PC story branch, so go check it out if you're interested!)

Now fully dressed up in her Playboy Bunny costume, Melissa couldn't help but gush at her erotic reflection in the full-body mirror located in one corner of her room.

The silky-soft skin of her arms and shoulders were exposed completely. The scarlet-red latex fabric around her midsection and cupping her breasts had a fuzzy black ball where a tail was supposed to be located, and overall it was reminiscent to a skimpy shoulderless one-piece bathing suit, exposing a great deal of her tremendously jiggly and sizable cleavage while matching with the new color of her hair and lips perfectly. The shiny black six-inch heels her feet had slipped into looked as though they would’ve been uncomfortable, but as it turns out, it felt completely natural to stand or even bend over in them, feeling as though she was now more balanced with them on rather than off. The sexy fishnet leggings that trailed up from her small feet to her half-exposed round ass fit perfectly, and even caused the creamy skin of her thick thighs to bubble through the thin net in certain areas whenever she slightly bent or twisted in certain directions.

To top it all off, a clear headband with two ten-inch bunny ears sticking straight up had been slid through her wavy red locks, completing her fetish costume.

Melissa almost couldn't wait for Mike to bend her over and snap the skin-tight fabric that was pulling against and outlining the plump lips of her tight pussy before stuffing it with his big fucking-...

She shook her head and took a deep breath, causing her cantaloupe-sized breasts to jiggle and heave as Melissa reminded herself about the conversation she needed to have with her son.

“Establish the ground rules first, and then you can fuck him senseless.” Melissa told herself as she tried desperately to psych herself up.

Just before entering the living room, she saw a fully-dressed Mike sitting in the middle of the couch with a video game controller in his hands, but he wasn't alone.

Melissa's heart dropped when she saw her two adult daughters sitting on each side of the hunky and athletic eighteen-year-old, who was wearing a pair of loose-fitting black shorts and an equally loose black T-shirt.

"This is bullshit." Tammy grumbled with a frown, wearing white tank-top and tight purple leggings. Propped up on her knees on the couch facing him, the short and flat-chested blonde had both hands wrapped around one of his big biceps and seemed to be squeezing with all of her strength. "You seriously won't use your phone-thing to give Johnny muscles like this?"

"Why would I?" Mike sighed, rolling his eyes. "Your boyfriend is an asshole, and we both know he would just cheat on you if I did."

Tammy didn't say anything, but she did glare at the side of his face at that remark while he continued to try and play video games.

"Chill out, Tam." Dressed in a conservative gray shirt and baggy jeans, Gina giggled, slowly running one hand across Mike's arm and shoulders while the other was feeling up his chest and abdomen, relishing in the firm and defined muscles he now sported as of yesterday evening. "Just be thankful that we've got some eye-candy around the house to gawk at whenever we want."

The silent and ever-focused Mike seemed completely unfazed by his tall and chubby sister's very unsisterly examination of his body, but then again, she was always a touchy-feely kind of person.

All sorts of thoughts were spinning around Melissa's head in that moment as she stood in the doorway peaking over the corner just out of sight, still going unnoticed by her offspring. For starters, she was blown away by the fact that Mike hadn't really altered them at all with his device. She expected them to become just as sexed up as she was, but their clothes and figures weren't slutty in the least. On top of that, they appeared to be acting as they normally would in this case, albeit pretty calm about the fact that Mike had undergone a complete transformation and had a device that could alter the fabric of reality, unless he happened to neglect a few details whenever it was that he explained how it worked to them. Then again, maybe they just trusted him more than Melissa did, which made her feel a twinge of guilt for seeing her son as nothing but a creepy little horndog a mere twenty-four hours ago. Either that, or Mike just lusted after Melissa and had no interest in anyone else, which quickly turned her mild guilt into a perverted sense of desire. After all, he did turn her into a fake-breasted bimbo when he first started using the device, not to mention the fact that he jerked off to her pleasuring herself in the living room while in that state.

One thing that should've stood out was something that Mike had apparently tucked under his leg, or something, because the fat bulge that she expected to see in the front of his baggy shorts wasn't visible whatsoever.

"Look, can you guys fuck off for bit?" Mike said, visibly annoyed by their constant touching of his hot body over his clothes. "I need my gaming fix for the morning, and it's hard to concentrate with you two idiots feeling me up like this."

"What, getting hard?" Tammy asked, releasing his arm to rudely poke at the side of his face with an accusatory look on her own pretty face. "You sick weirdo."

"Pfft, yeah." Gina giggled, glancing down at his crotch with an eager grin on her lips. "I'm just giving you a message, there's no reason to make things weird."

Melissa had always known the two girls enjoyed lightly bullying their younger brother, and apparently the fact that he could be a swimsuit model now wasn't about to change that.

"You're the ones making it weird!"

"Hey, I'm not leaving until you either give Johnny a hot body, or you give me bigger boobs. It's your choice."

"Here here! I demand skinniness!"

Becoming red in the face, Mike tossed his controller onto the coffee table in front of the couch and let out the most exasperated of sighs.

"Jesus Christ, fine!" He growled, which caused both of the girls to back off and scooch away from him a bit. "If I grant a couple of requests, will you guys just leave me alone?"

The girls exchanged glances, and smiles came across each of their faces.

"Yes!" They both cheered triumphantly.

Mike sighed again, then raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

The portable Master PC unit appeared out of thin air an inch above his palm and fell into his grasp.

"That's so cool." Gina giggled, bouncing in her seat. "Me first, Mike!"

"Fine, you can go first." Tammy said, less impressed than her sister and suddenly a bit nervous. "I want to see how this works before you do anything to me."

Melissa's heart was pounding in her chest as she watched on in silence, but she could've sworn it stopped altogether when Mike looked up and spotted her peaking at them from the hallway.

"What are you doing, mom?" He asked with a soft chuckle.

Both girls snapped their heads towards the hallway, and Melissa tried to duck back in where her lewd appearance couldn't be seen. Unfortunately for her, and despite the excellent balance she had because of her supernatural high heels, her shock ultimately caused her to trip over her feet and fall face first into the living room. Thankfully her huge pillowy breasts acted as airbags, taking the brunt of the fall without causing her any pain in the slightest.

Pain would've been welcome, much more so than the embarrassment and humiliation she felt in that moment. She couldn't bring herself to lift up her head and face her daughters, who she had spent her entire life trying to be a good role model for. What they must think of her now, she couldn't even imag-

"You okay, mom?" Tammy asked, her voice calm but a little concerned.

Slowly, Melissa lifted her head to look at her adult daughters, only to see their expressions of worry, and not disgust. Mike, however, had the widest toothy grin for her. She carefully propped herself up on all fours, her big round ass poking out as the cleavage of her milky tits sloshed around above their tight latex confines.

"Y-Yeah..." She said, understanding by their reactions that Mike must've made it so that her more youthful, but downright pornographic appearance seem as normal as can be. She climbed to her feet, thrown off by the weight of her jiggling tits, but when her heels landed back on solid ground her balance seemed to improve tremendously. "Yeah, I-I'm fine, I think."

In truth, she was anything but fine.

Having her daughters around was sobering on some level. Even though they weren't looking at her any differently than they usually would've, she felt like trash for everything that's happened since last night. Slutty, sexy, very fuckable trash.

The fact that these feelings were turning her on even added a hint of anger towards herself for actually enjoying the humiliation on some level.

"Well, that's good." Gina said, then snickered. "It's a good thing you fell forward, or that probably would've hurt."

"No kidding." Tammy said, then her eyes lit up as she pointed at/forcefully poked her brother's face. "Oh, by the way, have you seen this idiot?! Look at him!"

"She knows already." Mike shrugged, flexing his very impressive chest and arm muscles. "She practically **** me last night after she got a good look at these guns."

"Pfft, figures." Gina said with a smirk and a roll of her eyes.

"Oh, well... Yeah, guess I should've seen that coming." Tammy said in a flat tone, sounding completely disinterested.

Melissa was paralyzed once again, and she was at a complete loss for words at that (painfully accurate) accusation, her eyes wide and horrified.

"... What?"