Waffles and weirdoes.

The trip to the cafe was largely uneventful, if exciting for Jamie as Micaela wrapped her arm around the futa's, fingers intertwined tightly. Who knew just walking with your girlfriend would feel this great? Even in line for breakfast, the latina wouldn't budge, sticking to Jamie's side until they had ordered from Jess (who seemed a bit apprehensive about Monica and Addie, for some reason) - after that, both women needed both hands to carry their trays outside, followed by Monica and Addie, the latter unable to keep from making a friendly joke at the other two's expense.

"You'd almost think they're fused at the hip," she giggled as the four sat down at a free table, next to a young man in a track suit eating a bagel. "If it weren't for Jamie's petticoat, they probably would be."

"As if you're any better," Micaela shot back teasingly. "If it didn't look weird, you'd probably sit on Monica's lap."

"You know, I'll take that as a challenge..." with a mischievous grin, Addie got up and sat down on her mother's lap, legs sideways and one arm wrapped around the dickgirl's neck. Grabbing a piece of buttered toast from her plate, she continued: "You were saying?"

"Nevermind, you wanton wench," Micaela laughed, preparing a bread roll for herself.

"Ooh, 'wanton wench'... First time I hear someone call me that. I like it!"

Jamie looked on with light amusement as the two exchanged a little more friendly teasing, nibbling on a croissant, careful not to drop any jam on her frilly dress. Meanwhile, Monica was wolfing down a mountain of scrambled eggs - her talk about starving didn't seem as exaggerated now. The three other women kept chattering away, carefully avoiding any topic that came close to the pills and the issues they posed. Talking about that in public was... just an all around bad idea. Instead, they talked a little about how their last visit to Boutique Mireille had gone, filling Micaela in on Jenny and Addie's streams in general.

"Phew, I'm stuffed..." Monica, having polished off her scrambled eggs, chasing them down with a healthy helping of bacon, groaned happily as she leaned back, followed by a less happy groan as Addie followed suit, pressing against her mother's overly full stomach. "Ow, watch it, Addie!"

"Sorryyy~!" Addie didn't really look sorry, but there was a reasonable approximation of a hint of guilt on her face. But in face of the hungry kiss she gave Monica, the older woman didn't mind.

"If you two love birds are done, we should probably get going," Micaela interrupted the kiss brusquely, already getting up from her chair after giving Jamie a small peck on the lips. "I'll take care of paying, so get ready, alright?"

Despite some halfhearted grumbling, Addie left her mother's lap, allowing Monica to get up as well, and once Micaela had taken care of paying, they left the cafe. Addie, of course, couldn't resist shooting a friendly wink towards a young college student that had been ogling her not as stealthily as he probably thought he'd been, receiving a bug-eyed, lustful stare in return - of course, not directed at her face but a fair bit lower instead. Micaela rolled her eyes at this while Monica chuckled, pulling her daughter closer to herself. The latina seemed to feel challenged by them entangled like this and clung to Jamie, pulling the futa's arm around her waist.

The trip to the boutique was thus a little awkward - walking this close together took quite a bit of coordination - but no less enjoyable. Maybe even too enjoyable: Jamie could feel the telltale tingle in her nethers that seemed to be a new constant in her life. Sighing, she squeezed Micaela's hip, feeling her cock engorge slowly; somehow, she was neither embarassed nor frustrated at this. Not with her beautiful girlfriend right next to her. Thus, with butterflies in her stomach and a throbbing cock in her petticoats, Jamie followed Addie and her mother into Boutique Mireille.

"Oh my god, you guys! I've been so excited to meet you again - and show you this!" Jenny came running out from behind the counter - and Jamie boggled.

Her mother already had a juicy, jiggly ass thanks to the futa's cum, but Jenny's blew it out of the water. The faux maid dress that had been flowing down from her hips just yesterday now struggled to contain thighs and a butt that seemed more at place on the mother character in movies of a certain studio famous for their animations. Of course, the view didn't exactly help with the slowly escalating situation in Jamie's petticoats. Jenny did a little pirouette to show off her new asset, and with every movement, the fabric stretched, the seams creaked... had she lubed herself up to get into the dress?!

"How the hell did you get yourself into that thing?!" Micaela said out loud what Jamie was thinking. "It looks like it's going to explode!"

"I know, isn't that awesome?!" Jenny jumped in place, her ass quaking dangerously upon landing, before stepping over to Jamie to play with the silk bands on the futa's lolita dress flirtily. "And I have to thank you for it."

Micaela opened her mouth to protest - after all, Jamie was her girlfriend, and she'd only agreed to banging other people whenever they weren't together. Before she could speak up, however, Monica stepped in:

"Actually, that's what we're here for. How much did Jamie tell you?"

"Just that you guys were coming to visit. Why, is something wrong? I mean, I know those supplements are crazy, but they aren't dangerous, right?" Jenny didn't look too worried, but she definitely had the common sense to know that there might be something off about growing an absolutely gigantic ass in this short amount of time.

"Mh, that's not it," Addie interjected before her mom could answer. "We've all... taken some, and without side effects or anything, but... well..."

"You might have noticed they're contagious." Monica deadpanned as Addie trailed off.

"Yeah, I got that when Jamie texted me," Jenny explained, leaning against the counter, unable to contain a grin as she felt her cushiony butt press against it. "Is that going to end anytime soon?"

"Actually, we're not sure it does..." Addie admitted, sheepishly looking down at her tits - after all, her milk had given Jamie bigger tits, even though the blonde hadn't taken the pills in forever.

"Oookay. So, does that mean I either only fuck people that are already taking those supplements or have to live with spreading them to others?" The faux maid didn't really seem impressed by that prospect. "Don't get me wrong, this ass is to die for, but... the first option is way to limiting and the second one is not fair for my partners. Although..."

The mischievous glint in Jenny's eyes reminded Jamie of Addie. Great - now there was two of them!

"Oh no. Don't even think about spreading this around to unsuspecting people." Monica knew how to read her daughter, so it was obvious she would know what Jenny would be thinking. "We better contain this. You really don't want to know what this stuff can do to you if you don't know what you're doing."

"Hey, you can't say that and not expect me to pry!" Jenny grinned widely, eyes sparkling. "What can it do? 'Cause Jamie promised me to make my tits grow bigger as--"

Loud noises from behind the store interrupted her. It sounded as if someone was stumbling over stuff, cursing loudly.

"What the... oh, not again!"

Rolling her eyes in exasperation, Jenny began walking into the back, Jamie's eyes glued to her swaying, jiggling glutes - knowing the futa was responsible brought her to full hardness, breath hitching in Jamie's throat. While she tried to get a handle on her rising lust, Monica followed the sales girl behind the shop; who knew what they would find there?