Takeout. That lasagna is dangerous.

"Aww, guapa, are you hungry?" Micaela cooed, leaning back a little to smile lovingly at Jamie. "I ate on the way here, but I could go for a snack. That lasagna looks--"

"Nonononono, that's not a good idea!" Jamie frantically interrupted the latina. No way was she eating something that had turned Edward into Emily. Especially if it contained her own cum.

"Why? It looks tasty."

"Like, thank you so much, Micaela," Anne beamed from the table, still hugging Emily between her gigantic breasts. "My little girl and I cooked it together and stuff! There's a little something special from Jamie in there."

The last sentence, said in a conspiratory stage whisper, made Micaela's eyes go wide as she looked over to Anne.

"Oh. Oooh! Okay, yeah, no. Better not eat it, then."

"Really? But it's, like, soooo yummy!"

"Feel free to take a plate, then. I'm getting take out," Micaela said matter-of-factly before turning back to Jamie. "Chinese sound good?"

"Yeah. Crispy chicken, please," Jamie returned the smile.

"Got it," Micaela said, giving the futa a quick peck on the lips before getting up, the goop still covering them both producing wet slurping noises as they separated, honey-colored strands connecting the two until they yielded to gravity and broke.

"Yuck! I'm all sticky because of you!" Micaela seemed to realize only now that the slime from Lily's body had completely drenched her clothes and turned towards the goo girl, but the spot where Jamie's sister had been standing was empty, Lily having taking the opportunity to make a silent get-away. The latina's only option to vent her anger was to yell into the house: "Don't think I'll forget this! If you ruined my clothes, I'll hunt you down!"

"Gott find me first~!" The sing-song answer from somewhere in the house was almost inaudible, but still served to annoy Micaela even more.

"Oh, whatever!" She spat before she began pulling her soaked, sticky top over her head, revealing her bare, glistening breasts. Apparently, she still hadn't found the time to buy a new bra. Jamie's blush deepening, the futa stammered something incoherent as Micaela slipped out of her equally soaked pants and panties. "Oh, shush, guapa. Everyone else is naked and I have already slept with two thirds of the women in this room. I'll throw these in the wash and get to ordering food."

"Uhm, could you take Lily's stuff too?" Anne interjected. "It's over there. Pretty please with two cherries on top?"

"Fiiiine," Micaela huffed, gathering up the discarded garments and disappearing into the house.

"Baby girl, you have the bestest girlfriend ever. You should, like, marry her and stuff! Don't you think so, Emily?"

"Ehm, oh!" The horse girl seemed surprised at being addressed directly and needed a while to switch into conversation mode. "Yes, she's... nice, and they're a cute pair, but... didn't Micaela have smaller... b-breasts?"

"Sweetie! You didn't have breasts at all a while ago! And now you have these huge hooters!" Anne replied energetically, grabbing Emily's soft, pendulous tits, eliciting a squeak from the horse girl who instinctively jerked back, lost her footing and fell on her plush rump with a surprised yelp.

Anne was on her feet immediately, kneeling down in front of the horse girl, Jamie following with a little delay.

"Ohmigosh, I didn't want... are you, like, okay?!" Anne babbled, hands waving frantically, brushing over Emily's shoulders and head. "Oh gosh, I should have... no, I shouldn't..."

"Ow..." Emily winced, rubbing her butt with one hand and the huge, heavy orbs resting between her splayed legs with the other. "That huuurt..."

"Oh sweetie! Oh no!" Anne once again threw her arms around her wife, tearfully babbling about how sorry she was.

Jamie looked on bemusedly. She'd been worried that Emily hurt herself, of course, but the horse girl seemed fine, and Anne's exaggerated reaction seemed almost comical. But it was good to know Jamie's parents were still very much in love, even if they looked a little different - or a lot, in Emily's case.

"Can you, like, stand up? Do you want me to get you an ice pack? Or, or some chocolate and stuff?" Anne sat back up, her hands resting on her wife's shoulders.

"Yes, I... I'm fine," Emily replied, before looking up at Anne bashfully. "B-but I wouldn't say no to some chocolate."

"Aww, of course, sweetie!" Anne jumped up, setting off a boob quake of epic proportions that almost threw her to the floor again. "Whoops! Um, I'll, like, get you some. And look for a snack for myself while I'm at it."

With that, she scurried off into the kitchen where she began noisily searching through the cupboards, leaving wife and daughter behind to stand around somewhat awkwardly. Emily was still rubbing her huge horse nuts - the ones that had pumped Jamie full of thick, sticky cum, after Emily had plugged her up with that arm-like cock of hers. Jamie suddenly couldn't look away from where Emily's sheath hid it, face burning again. Emily of course noticed, her own face turning red as a tomato.

Luckily, before anyone could put their foot in their mouth - or someone elses cock -, angry yelling from the first floor cut into the silence.