Edward is really enjoying the lasagna.

Jamie's dad was tucking into the lasagna like there was no tomorrow. The huge helping on his plate was quickly disappearing down his gullet, washed down with gulps of water. Knowing exactly what Edward was eating made Jamie's stomach drop a little; it was just weird to see her father gulp down food containing her cum. Well, the good news was that she didn't have another weird fetish to add to the list... But still, the futa's heart beat faster in anticipation. Luckily, she didn't have to wait long for something to happen.

"If you keep hiding in the kitchen, I'll eat it all mysel--ngh!" Reaching for the casserole, Edward suddenly doubled over, his head almost hitting the table. His right shot under the table and, judging by its placement, right onto Edward's crotch, the left moved his plate away so he could lay down on the table, breathing heavily. Jamie watched in rapt fascination as her father's face contorted in a mix of pleasure and pain, tics and twitches running over it. But as a groan rose from Edward's throat, the sound itself rising in pitch, Jamie realized that with every spasm, a little more of her father's handsomeness melted away, replaced by an attractive, if a bit plain but undeniably feminine face.

But what really interested Jamie was happening a little lower. Unable to contain her excitement, she knelt down and craned her neck, trying to look past one of the table's legs that was frustratingly in exactly the right place to block her line sight. When her father's crotch finally slid into view, Jamie's eyes bulged, and she felt saliva building despite herself. Barely covered by Edward's increasingly dainty hand, his dress pants struggled to contain a mouth-watering package. It was hard to gauge the size considering the diminishing size of Edward's hands and the slow swelling of his thighs on both sides, but Jamie figured the bulge had to be at least fist-sized - her father's old, meaty fist, to be specific. The futa's heart beat faster, pumping blood into her crotch as if in sympathy, Jamie's erection soon tenting the yoga pants Anne had lent her.

"W-what's going onnn~..." Edward groaned, finger's gripping tighter and sinking into the fleshy mass between his legs slightly. His voice had become smoky, husky, only a hint of the old baritone that had chided James for his gaming habits left. "I c-caaaannnhhh... S-someoooonnnh... Aaannne!"

"Yeeess, dearest? Do you, like, neeed something~?" Jamie's mother stepped out of the kitchen and into the living room, sashaying towards where her husband was writhing on the table. Jamie was still enraptured by the enticing, bulbous, incessantly swelling mass between Edwards legs. Was it just her imagination or could she actually hear the seams creaking from where she knelt?!

"I... I... i-it hurts, but... feels so good... what's happening to m-me? A-and what's happened... to your ch-chest?!"

"Took you long enough to notice the twins," Anne purred, crossing her arms on the backrest of one of the chairs and letting said mounds rest on them, emphasizing their voluptuousness. "Yesterday, you, like, just fell into bed and stuff. You didn't even try to feel me up or anything..."

"I-I don't understand... it's--oh gaawwd!" With a guttural cry, Edward bucked his hips and his zipper surrendered to the pressure behind it, splitting open partway towards the bottom. But what the small gap revealed wasn't the pink, rosy color Jamie had expected; instead, she beheld a taut, light brown patch of skin that turned darker with every throbbing pulse of growth. The futa's mouth watered at the sight - and she didn't understand why. Yesterday, she'd been as straight as they came. And today, she couldn't wait to slobber all over some balls? Her father's no less? Jamie's new life was weird... But she really didn't have the time to worry about that now.

Putting her cheek in one hand, Anne looked at the changing Edward and pursed her lips.

"Y'know, I think you're starting to look like Lily?," she mused, biting her pinky lightly. "But I, like, dunno... But it'd make sense and stuff, you're totally her dad after all!"

"What are you--hnngh... talking about?" Edward moaned, his softening, swelling thighs spreading apart as they began to split his pants at the seams. Jamie couldn't see her father from where she was, but it sounded like he was biting down on something to combat the sensations threatening to overwhelm him, probably his thumb. "My... my testicles f-feel like they'll... burst, I need a-an ambulance--annnhh!"

"Like, an ambulance?" Anne laughed warmly. "Nooo~, I know something much better! Oh, Jamiiee, I think your dad is ready for you~!"

Broken from her trance, Jamie turned to her mother. The older woman was looking at her with a smile that was somewhere between motherly and seductive, beckoning the futa over with one hand. It was obvious she was enjoying the whole situation very much, considering how much her prodigious nipples tented her sweater. Jamie got up to follow her mother's invitation, but the sight that presented itself to her once she stood and could see the tabletop again made her stop in her tracks.

Every trace of the middle-aged gentleman was gone. In his place, a slightly pudgy woman that looked to be more Jamie's age was twitching and mewling helplessly as she groped her sizable breasts, trying to massage away their soreness. Judging by her... no, his. No matter what he looked like, Edward was still Jamie's father. Wasn't he? Judging by his grit teeth and strained breathing, Edward was only partially successful.

"D-Dad? Are you... are you okay?" Jamie felt tears well up in her eyes. She'd never meant for her dad to be in pain! This whole plan was just so he didn't kick her out, and now Edward was hurting!

"W-Who are... Jamie?!" With what looked to be supreme effort, Edward struggled to his feet, using both hands to keep himself upright as he stumbled around the table, face flushed with arousal and exertion. "What... what happened to you? You... you look--ngh!"

"Super cute and stuff, right?!" Anne gushed, jumping in place with exuberant excitement. "But, like, you're totes adorbs, too! I'd call you Eddi, but we just met someone with a similar name... Oooh, Emily! That's perfect! How do you like it, Emily?"

"What are you talking about, woman?!" Righteous anger burned through all the pain and arousal clouding Edwards mind. "And what's with these... things on my... chest? They're so... soft and... sensitive..."

The mental clarity was short-lived, though. Edward hefted his slowly expanding bust in his hands, all five digits sinking deep into the budding mammaries as he rubbed and squeezed it. They looked to be much softer than Anne's and were thus considerably less perky as a result. But Jamie's focus was lower: While Edward was distracted by the growth happening on his chest, his futa daughter couldn't wrench her eyes away from what was happening below the belt.

Through the slowly widening rips in Edwards dress pants, pale flesh was bulging out; Jamie's meanwhile was focused on another, much more exciting bulge. The zipper was fighting valiantly, but it was on its last teeth. Welling forth in between was a meaty, hefty and somehow delicious looking pair of orbs. With everything going on, Jamie hadn't even had time to miss her nuts, but the huge orbs before her looked so full, ready to burst with seed. But where had Edward's dick gone?