Well, they have a few different fluids to work with now....

The rest of the early dinner was spent with smalltalk and quiet contemplation, depending on which of the dog morphs it was. Of course, Faye spent the time contemplating - after all, as leader of the pack, it was her responsibility to... induct new members. But her own mother? With Edward, she'd had the fact that they weren't actually related to help her ignore societal norms. Lily, the same. But Anne? The woman that had literally born Faye? Okay, James, but same difference. Faye might have gone from scrawny nerd to towering, sexed up muscle bitch, but there were things she wasn't quite ready to do. If only her boobs weren't feeling so heavy, sore and swollen... The feeling had steadily grown as dinner went on, and now there was a another drop of milk forming on her left lower nipple...

"Oh, duh!" Faye slapped her forehead, enhanced strength leaving it stinging and red.

"Hm? What is it, sweetie?" Looking down at her step-father, Faye was again reminded how much she'd grown - and how much Edward had changed. He was still recognizably himself, but almost perfectly androgynous, slimmer in the shoulders and much wider in the hips, ass and thigh department. No surprise then that it gave Faye a bit of pause. "Did you remember something?"

"Kinda... I was thinking about a plan and stuff. Because, well, we need to get Mom somehow, right?" Lily and Edward simply nodded, taking the time to eat their dinner meat. "But we only got Dad because he thought I was Mom. In other words, we might have a problem."

"Right! She's not going to fuck me, Dad looks different enough to raise questions, and Faye is definitely out. So what do we do?"

Faye couldn't help but grin - being the one with the solution to the issue at hand didn't just feel good, it also proved that the huge dog morph wasn't just pack leader by strength alone.

"We established that sex is out of the question at least until Mom's part of the pack. But!" Faye hefted her left middle tit, forcing a dribble of milk out of it and the huge, swollen orb above it. "Who says cum is the only thing we can use?"

Anne was in a strange mood - not quite disgruntled, but far from happy. She was sweaty from the ride home, work had been a slog, client after client acting entitled or just plain stupid. Usually, Anne was professional enough to be above letting things get to her, but today... She couldn't wait to get back home, sit out on the porch and read a good book with a nice glass of wine in her hand. Ideally with her family out there as well; but Anne knew that at least James would likely be sequestered up in his room, wasting his time with games or... whatever a young man did on his own time. Sighing, Anne unlocked the main entrance and entered the house, calling out that she was home.

"Hi, honey!" Edward's voice answered her from what seemed to be the second floor bathroom, his voice sounding strange and distorted, probably from the distance and the bathroom acoustics. "Welcome home! I made you a milkshake and put it in the fridge, a little something to cool you down."

"Thanks, dear, I love you," Anne called back, once again feeling thankful for having Edward in her life. He'd been the source of so much support, so much good...

Kicking off her heeled pumps, Anne walked into the kitchen and shuddered happily as she felt the cool tiles through her pantyhose. It was nice coming in from the summer heat into a home with an AC, but the kitchen floor and the milkshake waiting for Anne helped improve her mood considerably. Her mouth began to water a little as she took the shaker with her drink out of the fridge, smiling as she felt the cold seep into her hand. This was going to be good...

"Hi, Anne!" Lily came walking into the room, carrying a plate with steaks and sausages that she put down on the kitchen island. "Dad's barbecuing outside, technically. I'm minding the meat while he's in the bathroom and thought I'd bring you some. Oh, and you got Dad's milkshake!"

"Thank you so much, Lily," Anne replied, the strange excitement about the milkshake giving her pause for a second. But it really didn't matter, did it? Not when a cold milkshake and hot food was on the table. "Edward couldn't wait getting into it, could he?"

"Nope!" Sitting down across from Anne, Lily put her chin into her hand and smiled at her step-mother. "The rest of us already ate, sorry... Dad didn't have lunch, so we had an early dinner."

"Oh, it's fine, really," Anne said, beginning to tuck into the meat on her plate. It was delicious, Edward had once again proven himself to be a true master at the barbecue. "Mh, sho good. I definitely understand why you couldn't wait."

"I know, right? Good, I ate wayyy too much..." Giggling, Lily sat up straighter and patted her stomach, leading to Anne raising an eyebrow.

"Hm, it does look like you put on a little weight. No offense, of course."

"I did, yep, but it's fine. It was well worth it!"

"Oh, that I agree with. How does that man do it?" Taking another bite of her steak, Anne rolled her eyes in culinary bliss. After swallowing her bite, she took a big sip of her milkshake - it was thick, sweet and creamy, with a hint of something fruity, complementing the meaty taste nicely. "God, it's divine."

"Mh-hmm~." There was a weird twinkle in Lily's eyes as she smiled at her step-mother, but Anne decided her food was more important.

The rest of Anne's dinner was more small talk, delicious meat and sips of milkshake - not that the meat lasted long, as the more Anne drank, the more delicious the steak seemed to get. She even decided to get seconds and wolf down two sausages, something she barely ever did; pant suits and pencil skirts were rather unforgiving when it came to changes in the waistline. But today, Anne decided she didn't give a damn. Everything just tasted so damn good...

"Mmfh!" It hit Anne without warning, the last bite of her sausage still in her mouth, and she swallowed it half-chewed. "Oh-oh gaawwd~!"

"Something the matter, Anne~?" The gleeful singsong of Lily's voice told Anne that her step-daughter probably knew more about what was going on than Anne herself.

"I fu-fuh--I can't..." Anne's body was awash with pleasure, every nerve ablaze, nipples growing erect faster and harder than ever before - and her clit began to tent Anne's panties within seconds, feeling uncomfortably, almost painfully sensitive and sore. "What's... what's going ooooh~..."

"Doesn't it feel good, Anne? Your body on fire, your mind overwhelmed, and you can't help but fuck whoever's there?" Getting up, Lily ran her hands over her front, squeezing her breasts... and her stomach. The reason became apparent when Lily pulled off her shirt; the sight of not one, but three rows of breasts on her torso gave Anne pause for about a second before she couldn't help but press both hands against her crotch, trying to get her rampant arousal under control and only accomplishing to make it worse. "The first time is always the best... I'm kinda jealous..."

Something was moving beneath Anne's palms, or rather... swelling. And still, it didn't capture Anne's attention quite as much as the way Lily was now leaning back on her chair so she could play with her breasts, letting her hands run over all six of their soft swells, pinching and teasing her stiffening nipples. It looked so... alien, so strange, inhuman, and yet... so arousing. There was a sudden surge in Anne's loins, a wet, slobbering sound - and faster than she could even feel shocked, there was bulge in her miniskirt that was easily filling one of Anne's palms. A throbbing, needy bulge that only seemed to swell larger. And the reason...

"Do you like them, Anne? My fat rack of titties? My six massive hooters?" Lily kept fondling herself, squishing her boobs together in ever-changing combinations - upper left and middle right, lower right and middle left and so on... "My super soft, jiggly boobies~?"

To Anne's confusion, she did. Lily's tits looked so inviting, begging to be nibbled on, the nipples screaming to be suckled, each cleavage seeming a perfect fit for Anne's face... and with every thought about what she'd do to her step-daughter's alluring body, Anne's crotch pulsed and swelled, her pantyhose stretching as the throbbing bulge tented her skirt.

"Wha-wha-what's happen--nngh!" And why did Anne like it?!

"Let it happen, enjoy it~..."

And why shouldn't I? Anne thought to herself - she was feeling better, more aroused than she had it years. Edward's and her sex life had been bland, and they'd tried to spice things up with a rather large strap-on that they both had enjoyed, but it had always been a little lacking for Anne. And as the thing in her crotch gave a mighty lurch and pressed against her hand - which was subconsciously rubbing the pulsing length - Anne realized why: She had, without knowing, always craved the real deal.

Because what was growing, swelling, throbbing in place of her clit was undeniably an impressably big cock. The shape felt a little strange, but so good! Staggering to her feet, one hand on the kitchen island to steady herself, the other rubbing the enormous bulge tenting her pantyhose and slowly lifting her pencil skirt, Anne made her way towards where Lily was still mauling her tits with a look of wanton lust on her face - dopey smile, flushed cheeks, half-lidded eyes... but the latter snapped open in surprise when Anne's lower body came into view, together with the thick shaft she was now honest-to-god stroking through the fabric of her skirt.

And the look of surprise quickly gave way to absolute, unadulterated glee.