More changes, as the weeks roll by

Max waltzed into the living room and found his mother channel surfing, her manicured red nails tapping at the remote. Max was really liking the colour scheme he was trying out with her. Ruby red lips, auburn hair, a permanent light blush, and an assortment of red dresses to top it off; today’s was a lovely, tight little number, presenting her ample chest up top, and ending about mid-thigh.

He loved Chelsea's new look, sometimes just sitting and watching her go about her day without even touching her. He made a note to have her start wearing heels around the house more…

“Moooom! Where the fuck are my clothes!?”

And just like that, as Brenda rounded the corner, his mood was ruined.

“Haven’t you done my laundry yet? I’m stuck wrapped in this stupid towel. I can’t believe — AHHH!”

She hadn’t noticed her brother as she entered, and he’d pounced on her mid-tirade, sick of her continued tantrums. He reached under her towel and crammed his hand into her pussy right up to the knuckles, a new sensation for her. She gasped and shook as he spoke.

“Now, now, sis. That’s no way to talk to your mother. I don’t talk that way to Mum, and I own her.”

That earned a surprised smile from Chelsea. He was right too. She wasn’t comfortable with Max’s spending habits, but he was still very respectful towards her under the circumstances. She’d even grown to enjoy her new look, once she knew he valued her input.

“You’re an adult,” Max continued. “You should do your own laundry. But I was thinking, why **** you to do something you can’t be bothered to do for yourself? So here’s the deal. Until I say otherwise, you don’t own clothes anymore. You can wear bras and panties, if you can keep your attitude in check, but that’s it. When you’re inside or outside, I want you stripped down and easy to access. Just like now.”

All Brenda could do was fall back against her brother for support, as he kept stirring her up. “Max… Stop… I won’t… Never…”

Max stopped. His hand was inside her, motionless. Brenda moaned in frustration and lightly beat her arms against his chest. On the sofa, Chelsea held her breath, her cheeks flushed, and unable to make herself look away.

Max smiled. “There’s no use pretending. I know this is turning you on. I can feel it. Tell me you’ll go nude for me, and I’ll let you cum.”

“God… Damn it… You horny little fucker… Fine! Fine! I won’t wear clothes anymore, I’ll — OH MY GOD!”

Max had started back up his ministrations with gusto. With her newly sensitive body, he was hitting her G-spot over and over again. She crumpled into him and shook as her body was overtaken by orgasm. Chelsea was happy to see her children getting along so well for once. Max’s methods weren’t something she would ever have tried in their old home, but she had to admit, they seemed to diffuse Brenda’s temper. She was back to watching TV when the front door opened.

"Hey, guys! I'm back from my morning run!" In strode a statuesque figure, rippling with lean muscle. Clad in booty shorts and a sports bra, with a permanent bronze tan, it was Libby, new and improved. "I see you're playing with our big sis again, huh Max?" she giggled.

Brenda whimpered, "T-This isn't a game."

"Sure it is," tut-tutted Max. "And you're the best toy a little brother could ask for... Libby, welcome back!"

Suddenly Justin poked his head out from the hall and came running up to the front door. "Libby!!!" he squealed. Libby laughed and jumped into his outstretched arms.

At first glance you would expect this slight young man to be crushed trying to support the weight of Libby's new body, which now towered over him by several inches, but Justin had a few secrets. Once he’d understood that Max’s main problem was the idea that Justin would look stronger than the family Alpha, he’d been able to find some mods that they could both agree on.

Justin’s strength and endurance mods were originally designed for dancers. You don’t normally think of a male ballet dancer as ‘bulky’ but they have to be able to hold a full person over their head. Justin was close to his original size and frame, but his muscles were extremely dense, and his strength was about on par with his newly-amazonian sister. He almost felt like he had a super power.

Moreover, Max now owed him another two mods. Flipping through pamphlets in the Pearson’s waiting room, Max had decided to add some additional changes, and Justin found himself waking up with a head of long, curly hair, and no hair at all anywhere else. But, he knew this meant he’d get to make some more of his own improvements later, so he could live with it.

Laughing, he swept Libby off her feet and danced with her in his arms as if she were as light as a feather.

Max released Brenda from his grip and addressed his family. “It’s so great to see you all adjusting so well. You know what? Let’s celebrate. We’ll all go out tonight!”

That got a cheer from the rest of the family, except for Brenda, who slumped to one side on the floor, catching her breath after cumming over and over.