Suggest matching silk pjs for the family portrait and ask Rick to order them online tonight

You pad across Rick's plush bedroom carpet, your D-cups bouncing lightly under the towel as you settle next to him on the bed. He's scrolling through pizza delivery options on his phone, but your mind is racing with ideas for tomorrow's family portrait.

"Daddy," you coo, leaning against his broad shoulder and letting your damp pigtails brush his skin. "I had the most perfect idea for our family photo!"

Rick sets his phone down, giving you his full attention. "What's that, princess?"

"We should all wear matching silk pajamas!" You bounce excitedly, causing your towel to slip slightly. "But like, color-coded so everyone knows their special place in our family."

Rick's eyebrows rise with interest. "Color-coded?"

"Uh-huh!" You grab his tablet from the nightstand and open a browser. "You should have midnight black because you're the big strong Daddy." Your fingers dance across the screen, searching for luxury pajama sets. "And it should have a gold 'D' for Daddy embroidered right here." You tap his chest, letting your finger linger.

Rick chuckles, clearly charmed by your enthusiasm. "And what about everyone else?"

"Matt gets forest green with a 'C' for 'Chip off the Old Block,'" you explain, giggling at your own cleverness despite your reduced intellect. "Becky gets lavender with 'SP' for 'Slutty Princess,' and Mandi gets pink with 'GP' for 'Good Princess.'"

"And you?" Rick asks, his hand sliding to your bare thigh.

You bat your eyelashes, leaning in close. "Fire engine red with 'FP' for 'Favorite Princess,' of course."

The moment his lips meet your neck, your newly upgraded clit throbs painfully hard, doubling in size beneath its hood. You gasp, pressing your thighs together as pleasure shoots through your core.

"You like that idea?" Rick murmurs against your skin, misinterpreting your reaction.

"Y-yes," you manage, breathing hard as your special place pulses with need. "And Daddy? We should also get matching underwear." The words tumble out as your arousal builds. "Push-up bras and thongs for us girls, and like, banana hammocks in matching colors for you and Matt. For a more... personal family photo afterward."

Rick pulls back, eyeing you with darkened pupils. "A private collection, hmm?"

You nod eagerly. "One for the family album, and one just for us."

"I like how you think." He reaches for his tablet, opening his premium shopping account. "Let's see if we can get overnight delivery."

Becky pokes her head in, wrapped in a towel with her wet pigtails dripping. "Pizza ordered yet?"

"Not yet," Rick says. "Ashley's had a brilliant idea for tomorrow's family portrait. Come here and help us pick sizes."

Becky bounces over, dropping her towel without hesitation to reveal her slender body. "Ooh, shopping! I'm totally a medium top but small bottom."

You smile, watching as your new family gathers around the tablet. Matt and Mandi join moments later, everyone naked or towel-wrapped, bodies still flushed from the shower. The casual nudity feels perfectly natural now, as if it's always been this way.

As Rick inputs his credit card information for rush delivery, you curl against his side, your transformed body fitting perfectly in the crook of his arm. Through the bedroom doorway, you glimpse your phone on the nightstand, its screen momentarily flashing pink before returning to normal.

One more task in progress, you think smugly. The Return Ticket seems less important with every passing hour.

21:15 | Sunday 3 Aug 2025 | Rick's Master Bedroom, London

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