Snuggles

The order of operations is the same as all those weeks ago. You open all windows, toss out Sarah's bed - and Crystal's, which is in the same state - into a large pile outside, and burn them.

Sarah and Crystal flutter around you nervously all the while, asking questions about everything. You answer them as best as you can, explaining what little you know to them. They keep examining their bodies, particularly the growth of their dicks, their size being a status symbol amongst women, even though you keep repeating that it's more about technique and less about size.

Sarah's dick is still a bit smaller than Crystal's, standing at 13 inches against Crystal's 14, but they both seem quite satisfied with the change nonetheless. They're also pleased by how much bigger their balls are now, hanging down heavily between their legs.

And then there are other things. Crystal's eyesight, for instance. She'd used pretty strong contact lenses before, but now she's gazing around the garden without any need for glasses or contacts, mesmerized by the sharpness of the colors, and the clarity of the sight.

Next to her, Sarah goes "Hey guys, check me out!" She proceeds to do a backflip just like that, landing perfectly on her feet, after which she excitedly runs off to test her body's new capabilities in various other ways.

Leaving them to it, you look to your mother, who stares into the fire, biting her lip softly.

"Are you okay?" You ask her quietly, coming to stand next to her. She doesn't reply at first, so you wrap your arm around her waist gently, holding her close. Her hand comes to rest over yours, giving it a tender squeeze.

"Yeah... I guess." She replies uncertainly, her gaze fixated on the flames. "I'm just thinking about what comes next. This family, your sisters, our future. It's all happening so fast..."

"I know." You reply softly, pulling her a bit closer. "But together, we can do this."

She sighs, turning towards you. "You're right," she murmurs, resting her head against your chest lightly. "I'm sorry. Just a mother's nerves, I guess."

"It's alright."

Together, the two of you watch the pyre burning, letting the warmth of the flame warm you up. Beside you, Lisa holds onto you tightly, seeking comfort in the familiarity of your embrace. Your sisters join you a moment later, and together, you watch the last of Sarah's bed burn away into nothing.

Even though nobody feels like it, the four of you cram into the car and go out to get new beds for your sisters, and sheets too, since their old ones are gone as well. You can tell that Lisa is getting cranky because she wants some alone time with you, but she powers through it, putting her family before herself. She is starting to walk slightly bow-legged, which in turn makes it harder for you to focus.

She selects two beds, your sisters pick their sheets and blankets, and you grin widely a the same goggle-eyed sales clerk who assisted you and Lisa before, and then everybody piles into the car again and heads back home.

On the way back, you happen to run into a severe traffic jam. There's been an accident, and it caused several cars to pile up along the road. Traffic police are out and have blocked the entire highway. Lisa's mood sours as she waits in the long queue behind everyone else, tapping her fingers on the steering wheel impatiently. "Damnit! Why now?" She grumbles unhappily. She looks tense, shoulders stiff, eyes focused on the vehicle ahead of her. You can feel the tension radiating off her body in waves.

"Take a deep breath, Mom," Crystal tells her softly, leaning forward between the seats. "Shit happens."

Sarah reaches out from behind you to pat her mother's shoulder reassuringly, but Lisa only responds with a curt nod. You, on the shotgun seat, can tell how strained she is. It's not the traffic. It's her balls. You see the immense bulge underneath her clothes; the size of her entire package rivaling that of a small pumpkin. She had no chance to relieve herself at all. She's probably more pent-up than she's ever been.

The driver ahead of you shifts gears and takes off slowly, followed by another couple of cars. With an exasperated sigh, Lisa starts the engine as well, following the line of traffic. The sun begins to set while you're still stuck on the highway, and you can practically smell the frustration coming off of Lisa. It takes you several more hours to get back home, thanks to the traffic.

By the time you do, it's night. The entire family is hungry, tired, and cranky. And then comes the part where you carry the heavy boxes inside and upstairs, setting them down into the bedrooms. The prospect of assembling the beds doesn't sit well with anyone, exhausted as you all are.

Lisa fixes a quick dinner, thawing some long-forgotten beef stew from the freezer, and they dig in hungrily, eager to get something in their bellies. Your stomach rumbles and clenches in anticipation of your own meal, but you know that it will have to be postponed one more night, until everyone is fully refreshed.

"Guys... can't we set the beds all up tomorrow? I don't think anyone feels like it right now." Crystal asks suddenly, looking around the table. She, too, looks somewhat diminished.

"Yes, please," Sarah whines, pushing away her empty bowl. "I wanna sleep..."

"Agreed." Your mother murmurs, then sighs quietly, shaking her head. "You can sleep with us tonight, girls."

Sarah glances over at Crystal, then smiles softly. "Alright. Yeah."

And so you all retire for the evening after washing up and brushing your teeth. You slip into bed with your mother first, letting her snuggle up against you. Your sisters stand next to the bed a bit uncertainly, looking at each other.

"Come on," Lisa groans, eyes already closed. "Get in."

Crystal steps up first, tentatively, and Lisa pats the spot beside her gently. She slips under the covers beside her mother, and Lisa immediately pulls her close, holding her tenderly. Then Sarah joins you, plopping herself onto the mattress, and facing you. "Goodnight," she whispers, giving you a shy smile.

"Goodnight, sis." You reply with a tired smile, patting her on the arm lightly. "Sleep well."

Next to you, Lisa moans softly, shifting uncomfortably. Her balls are pressing hard against your butt, throbbing steadily. They are taut and heavy, steadily brewing up an increasingly ridiculous load of semen - all for you.

Tomorrow will be messy.