The Night Before Pt. 1

Your adrenaline began to fade when Karla closed the front door behind her. Suddenly, your stomach's gurgles of hunger take the spotlight. You twirl up a fork-full of spaghetti and bring it to your lips. Then a strange smell hits your nostrils before you take a bite. Looking up, you see it's coming from the cum coating Max's face. Finding it difficult to eat in his presence, you tell him to go clean up. The emasculated man nods and scurries away, leaving you to enjoy lunch in peace.

You never thought a macho-man like Max, who spends most his time on business, would bother learning a feminine skill like cooking. However, this a rare moment where you're happy to be proven wrong. Sauce stained napkins begin to pile up as you devour two whole servings of spaghetti. Apparently, having Karla skip out on lunch in favor of that tit-job turned out even better than you thought it would. You swallow your last bite just as a voice shoots through the kitchen.

"Um, Chase? I need to use the toilet. Can you please make me walk to a bathroom? I've been holding it in all morning. I'm not sure I'll be able to manage for much longer."

Startled by the noise, your body jerks into an upright position. Only a second goes by before the shock where's off and you look over to the trashcan sitting over by the sink. You pretend to be perplexed while responding.

"Oh, uh-hmmm. I don't really want you out of the trashcan just yet. Although, you stinking up the place would definitely suck. How bout this? You now have my permission to go to the bathroom whenever you need to go #2. Just make sure you return to your original spot after you finish. BUT. That doesn't apply to times where you only need to pee. So if that's the case, you might as well just let it out."

Pearl clearly views your ruling as a glass half-full rather than half-empty. She thanks you while rushing to free herself from the plastic prison. You feel a little disappointed while she shuffles out of the room. Seeing her sit in in a puddle of piss would've been nice. Although, you suppose that time will come soon enough.

Deciding to focus on other matters, you return to the living room. After plopping down onto the couch, you lean back to get comfortable. Deciding this spot is suitable to be a base of operations, you pick up your phone and begin making some calls.

An hour later, you're overcome with the urge to stretch. Doing so leaves you unsure of which sensation feels better. Your muscles loosening up or the cushion's velvet on your skin. Instead of pulling your shorts up after your fun in the kitchen, you elected to just kick them off with your boxers. Your bare ass has been sitting on the Nowak's couch this entire time.

You shimmy around to further enjoy the feeling of soft material caressing your ass cheeks. It would've been easy to drift asleep if you weren't currently talking on the phone.

"I think you're pretty much up to speed now, Dad.... Yup, everyone at home knows I claimed their concern of my whereabouts.... I don't know when I'll be able to visit. We haven't decided on where the honeymoon will be yet. ...... There's one idea all three of us seem to like. Turns out Max's parents own a beach house that we can use..... Yea, they even offered to tag along and serve us as if we're staying at a resort..... Grandpa Nowak, would handle things like making drinks and cooking. His wife can pick up after us, give massages, and dance for us naked...... ....Yea, stuff you'd typically get at a hotel..... I know right? They even volunteered to cheer us on while we have sex. I should really introduce you to them. You'll love how nice Max's Mom is. She's insisting on helping out between fucks by slurping my cum off of Karla's body and my cock! ....... I know, it does sound like the obvious choice...... ......Well, part of me wants to just stay home and really break in my new bed with, Karla...... You make a good point. It's not like there won't be time to bang after we get back. I'm also thinking about how Max is getting a few days off work. It'd be a good opportunity to get a feel for what kind of boundaries I want to set in my marriage...."

The sound of footsteps join your Dad's voice. Turning your head reveals the source of the noise is none other than Max entering the living room. The man, still only wearing his wife's panties, paces forward until stopping in the center of the room. Standing across the glass coffee table, he patiently waits for you to acknowledge him. Looking up from the couch, you meet his gaze. Realizing you've noticed him, Max points at a small binder held in his grasp. You flash a thumb's up gesture to show your approval.

The man nods and sets the binder down on the table. Next to it are a pile of papers and his laptop. Then he drops to the ground and sits in legs crossed position. Looking up at you, Max quickly picks up on your conversations's current topic. His face cracks into giddy smile which displays his excitement.

"Having Max at home would help me see how he fits in my marriage. There's a lot of things to consider....... ......Stuff like, what role should he play in bed? Do I want him to just watch us fuck or should I let him get a little more involved?..... Yea, not to mention the things outside the bedroom like, am I comfortable with him showering with us? Do I want him going out with us on date night?...... Yea, there'll be a lot to figure out. It's a small price to pay though. I'm so excited to claim their marriage tomorrow..... I'm sorry you guys can't come to the wedding. The house just doesn't have enough space.... Of course I'll send pictures. Your Son's claiming a marriage! ......Yes, you still need to buy a gift....."

Realizing your conversation will be go on longer than expected, you start to snap in Max's direction. Immediately gaining his attention, you point down at the table. Max gives you another nod and scoots forward. It appears that Max understood your non verbal message. You watch as he shuffles through the papers and rearranging the order. Then your focus shifts back to Dad.

"Ok, we've both got things to do. But before we hang up, let's just go over what we talked about...... Very good. Now, what was the next thing?..... Yea, so remember to move your stuff out when you get home........ No, Dad......... ..... It doesn't matter that I'll be staying at the Nowak's. You know my old bedroom's off limits..... I already told you. I claimed it as my gaming room..... Yea, you can take the mattress. It's not like I'm a dick...... Well, the basement's pretty much your only option so there's your answer..... Stop whining. There's only one more thing to cover...... ...... Dad, you need to say it..... I don't care if you're embarrassed. We have to make sure we're on the same page....... ... See, that wasn't so hard. Now say it again but with more clarity..... That's right, Dad. I am the official owner of Mom's body. From now on, you keep your hands to yourself....."

Your Father begins to respond in voice filled with panic and despair.This kind of tone sounds strange coming from him of all people. You've always known your Dad to be the one who keeps a level head no matter what. However, it seems your magic has erased his stoic nature from your father's identity. Now, he sounds like a teenager who's car privileges have been revoked.

"Can you quit complaining?..... That's it! I wasn't going to do this, but I'm taking away your viewing privileges..... .....It means you don't get to see Mom naked anymore. So make sure she's decent when you get your stuff out of my new room....... That's what I just said, Dad. You are not allowed to see your wife naked anymore...... I don't care if she's your wife. That body is MY property. No one see's it undressed but me...... Alright, how about this? If your wedding gift impresses me, I'll let you see her tits for ten seconds..... Hey, I kind of like this game. Let's see what else I can come up with........ I'd like you to build a sex dungeon in the basement. It's got enough space to share it with your bed and stuff. Do that and you'll even get to touch her..... That's right. I'll give you a whole thirty seconds to motorboat her. That is if I like what you put together of course...... Oh, come on. You should be grateful! .... Whatever, I've got a wedding to plan. I'll call one of you when I figure out which day's good for me to visit.... Remember, no peaking at Mom without my permission..... You'll see me soon, so start thinking about my gift....... .... If I were you, I'd make it a priority. I'm coming over the second I get a chance. I can't wait to get my hands on those fat tits! Thanks for marrying a woman with such a nice rack...... Aw. I'm sure she'd appreciate hearing how concerned you are for her.... Don't you worry, Dad. I'll satisfy your wife..... Ok. Goodbye, Dad."

Your chuckles fill the room as you hang up. Tossing your phone to the side, you try to picture the events taking place in your house while you're gone. Hearing your Dad react to being kicked out of his room and your newfound ownership of Mom's body was great. However, you failed to mention several details from your conversations with your Mom and sister. The next time you visit home will certainly be interesting.

"Sounds like your Dad didn't take the news well. I'll never understand how anyone could fail to appreciate your genius. Oh, I've got the plans for tomorrow ready if you'd like to go through them. "

Turning your head downwards, you discover that Max has reorganized the hectic arrangement of papers into a neat pile resting on top of the binder. Then your gaze scrolls up to his face poking out from the laptop's side. His eyes look up at you, filled with adoration. With his panty-clad bottom tucked under the table, he looks naked.

"Uncultured people have a harder time accepting my superiority than others. Anyway, let's start with the catering company. Where they able to handle my requests?"

Max starts sifting through the papers. He finds the correct sheet and sets it aside before opening up the binder.

"Yes. They assured me it was doable after you claimed their work priorities. Here are the pictures they sent. As you can see, everything from the entrees to the pastries will be served in the shape of a dick. Now let me just flip the page and you'll find the cake topper's are exactly what you wanted. I got to say it's a great design, Chase."

You see the figurine surrounded by multiple phallic themed foods. The sculpture, that seems large for a topper, features Max, Karla, and yourself. The three of you are naked and clearly engaging in sexual activity. A wide smile is drawn across the face of Max, who's down on his hands and knees. Karla's laying on top of him, face up. Her wide spread legs hang up in he air. The figure's hands are positioned to cup a comically large pair of tits. However, the most ridiculous feature is the ahegao expression drawn on her face. Finally, there's you standing between Karla's legs, obviously fucking her. Your hands grip the woman's waist while boasting a smile that looks like Max's.

"Thanks, Max. I really want this cake to reflect how I'll be changing the dynamic of your marriage. I will gain the absolute right to control every aspect of your lives. Karla, will finally get to fulfill her fantasies of feeling my cock in her holes. You'll be receiving the privilege of watching me fuck your wife. I'm sure you feel forfeiting your title as 'Man of The House' is a small price to pay for the honor of seeing me make Karla cum harder than you ever could throughout your whole relationship."

Max listens closely to description of their new lives, salivating as he does so. His silence tells you that he's picturing the three of you mimicking the topper's pose. You lean over the table and bring down a firm smack across his face. The man only reacts by thanking you for snapping him out of his daydream.

"Well, it seems like food's covered. I say we go over the guests that volunteered to work. I know your sister and nieces offered to be the entertainment."

Once again, Max vigorously shuffles through the papers.

"That's correct. All three are attending as erotic clowns."

A smile spreads across your face from watching this older gentleman search the binder. Eventually, you're met with multiple pictures of his family members dressed in obscene customs.

"Fantastic! I can't wait to see one of them perform the old 'never ending string of anal beads' gag! HAHAHA!!!"

Your declaration causes Max to join in on your intense laughter. The next few moments are spent by the two of you making other predictions on the acts they'll perform. Chuckles follow every guess without fail. Eventually, you decided its time to get serious and you direct Max to continue the review.

Hours pass by before you realize the sun had set a while ago. The chunk of unchecked boxes make it apparent that this will be going well into the evening. Even though your powers make it possible to put a wedding together in one day, it's still a lot of work. You feel the joy of it all starting to fade when suddenly, you're reenergized by the sound of the garage-entrance door opening.

"I'm hoooommee!"

You turn your head to see Karla, who's moved to the house's front door entrance. She's bent over and setting two large paper bags, which look completely filled, on the ground. You and Max both seise the chance to take a break and stand up to greet her. Karla addresses her husband before he even gets within an arms distance.

"Hi, Max. There's a few more bags in the car. Could you run to the garage and grab them?"

Max agrees and instantly reroutes his path. You notice that he seems a little disappointed by not getting to greet her physically. Karla is just lifting herself up when you get to her. Your hands shoot up to cup her tits. The woman's head bends down to kiss you as if it was a natural reaction. However, you lean back to dodge her lips.

"Easy there, baby. Remember, we're saving that kiss for tomorrow."

Karla turns her head to the side and looks down. A deep red color fills her face from the embarrassment.

"Oh um, yea. Right. Uh. Sorry, about that. Um, I just really missed you. And uh. It's so good to see you, Chase."

Attempting to act like you feel the same desperation, you try to keep your composure. However, seeing a grown woman turn red with embarrassment made it difficult. Then you heard her talk like a boy getting friend zoned by his crush and it became impossible. You start to giggle right in her face, bouncing her breasts as you do so.

"Don't worry, I get it. You've gone most of the day without seeing me and then, BAM! I'm right in front of you with all my man-meat hanging out. Of course you'd go in for some sloppy sex. After all, you're a cock hungry pig."

Karla's head turns back to face you before quickly shifting down towards your crotch. You slide your hands to her shoulders, giving her a better view your dick. It's a little over half mast, meaning the shaft is filled while still hanging downward. Karla stares at it through her response.

"Honestly, I was focused on the bags when you approached me. I didn't even see it. Did you go all day like this?"

You where too busy admiring her mesmerized face to notice her hand reaching for your groin. The feeling of her dainty fingers catch you by surprise as they wrap around your shaft. She starts to lightly stroke it, causing you to get progressively harder.

"You're telling me you almost spoiled our big wedding kiss and you weren't even in heat from seeing my junk? Well God damn, Karla. You're piggy holes are hungrier than I thought."

Karla's had some time to get over the initial shock from her failed attempt at kissing. Now her brain's able to pick up on how the entire interaction's been funny to you. As per the rules of your claim, the woman starts giggling while she continues to stroke your cock.

"I was thinking about that big log of man-meat when I saw your face, Chase. You know your dick lives in my head rent free. Seeing it in person's making my inner piggy come out. I just want to roll around with it in the mud."

That last sentence turns both of your chuckles into full on laughter. You take this moment to just enjoy the feeling of her hand. Then Max walks into the room. He's struggling to carry four large bags he has sitting in his arms. Unfazed by your display, or perhaps just **** to be relieved of the heavy load, he walks straight past you.

Suddenly, an idea pops into your head. Without saying a word, you pull yourself free from Karla's grip. She looks on with a confused expression as you sneak behind Max. He's only a few steps away from his target when you grab onto the waistband of his panties. Then, with all your might, you yank his underwear upward. The fabric shoots deep into his ass crack, causing his cheeks to slightly stretch with it. Max howls in pain from the massive wedgie.

"OH SH-UUUUHHHHH!!!"

His arms give out and all the bags drop to the floor. Luckily, a thick sticker on the opening kept them sealed. Otherwise their contents would have scattered everywhere.

For her part, Karla was dying of laughter. Your little prank had her hunched over, holding her knees for dear life as she continued to wheeze. However, she manages to speak while cackling.

"Oh my God. Honey! He -phew- Chase just gave you the biggest wedgie! He turned those panties into a thong!"

A few seconds, and heavy breadths, go by before Max can adjust to the sensation. Just as you expected, he starts chuckling the very moment he's able to. It doesn't bother him in the slightest that you're still gripping his underwear, trying your best to get the fabric even further up his crack.

When his head starts to turn, you pull the waistband to the side. The motion prompts Max to shift his body a little. The move results in both an easier time for Max to address his wife and a side view for Karla to see the wedgie in.

"He yanked them right up my butt, Karla! Who would've guessed that Chase is a jokester AND a prankster! He saw the opportunity and went for it! Way to bring back a classic, Chase! You've got me feeling like an old school nerd!"

The three spend the next few moments by just laughing at the situation. Being the first to settle down, you start to talk while continuing to pull on Max's panties.

"Well if you liked that then you're in for a treat, Max. I've been putting together a kind of 'school bully' shtick. Once I'm moved in, I'll be testing out every trick in the book. From purple-nurples all the way to swirlies!"

Everyone is again howling with laughter. Then you release Max's panties from your grip, but not without giving them one last yank. When you all start settling down, Max tells you that he's excited to see your new material. After agreeing with him, you shift to a new conversation.

"Alright, Max and I still have a lot wedding plans to double check. Plus Karla's got to start organizing the props she bought while shopping today. Oh, by the way. How's that nasty whore you call, Mom? Did she beg you to stuff a carrot up her giant ass?"

Karla nods with a wide smile. Then she makes a circle with one hand while the other pushes through it in a fist.

"She sure did, Chase. I still can't believe the whole thing fit. She even went shopping with it in! Then after we got back to her house, she stripped down naked. Just like you predicated, my big bootied mother begged me to walk her around the backyard on a leash. I don't think I'll ever forget seeing her piss on the grass."

Despite finding Karla's story hilarious, you hold back your chuckles. The night would be over before you know it and there was still work to be done. So you simply nod in approval and go on with the business at hand. The mature couple look intent on listening to your words closely.

"Like I said, your mother's nothing more than a dirty bitch. If you thought watching her take a piss in the yard was crazy, just wait for tomorrow. Your, doggy-slut, Mother won't be able to hide her true nature once she sees my cock in person. I mean, just look at you. You touched my junk for a couple of seconds and your going piggy on me."

You emphasize that last sentence by swaying your hips left to right. The motion sends your hard cock wagging around in the air. Karla's gaze is obviously locked on your swinging privates. Her first instinct is to seductively lick around her lips. Then she inhales through her nose in a way that imitates a pig snorting. Her tongue falls out of her open mouth while doing so. The obscene display is immediately followed by two hands shooting up to cover the woman's face. It's clear that she feels embarrassed by her involuntary actions.

Satisfied with older woman's little show, your shifting hips are brought to a halt. As you take a second to gather your thoughts, you can't help but notice that Max is just as mesmerized by your crotch as his wife. However, you choose to ignore his eye's focus in order to keep your plans moving forward.

"Anyway, let's move on. Max, get your panty-clad ass in the kitchen and start dinner. You can make enough for just you, me, and Pearl. Your wife's on a wedding diet plan, so all she'll be having is a salad and load of my cum. Karla, you go change into some bootie shorts. Don't bother putting on a top. I'm not unwrapping your pussy before tomorrow but that doesn't mean I can't see some skin. Last thing on the list, remember that Rachel's arriving around midnight. I've been cooking up a special way to greet Pearl's kinky older sister. Alright, ready? Break!"

Karla and Max hustle to carry out their assigned tasks. Suddenly, you realize what just happened as they scurry away. You had emphasized the 'Break!' by swatting Max's ass instead of clapping your hands. Although you've never been attracted to men, there was something arousing about demeaning someone who was obviously more masculine than yourself. You have absolutely no desire to touch his dick or even fuck him. But you feel your cock twitch a little at the thought of him jacking you off.

Choosing to cross that bridge at a later time, you return to your spot on the couch. Then you ponder the ways you can continue to put off wedding stuff.

"Hey, Pearl! I want you to go to the living room!"

A few seconds later, your friend appears in the kitchen doorway. Her leggings are clearly drenched in piss. You had forgotten about denying her access to the bathroom when she only needed to pee.

It seems that being freed from the trashcan has her bursting with joy. You direct her to lay on the floor in front of you, face up. Once she's in position, you place both of your bare feet on her face and being rubbing them around. Apparently, being cramped up all day was hell because she isn't the least bit bothered when you shove a big toe in her mouth.