Finding a place to stay

Once again, the Miller family's rental car pulled up to a curb. This time they were deep in the suburbs of Salt Bay, surrounded by large upper-middle-class houses.

"That one looks pretty nice," Jimmy said, looking out at one of the homes. "Right, guys?"

His family's response was half-hearted at best: they were tired after the long day of travel, and all three had stomachs full of his impossibly-thick jizz.

Shrugging off their lukewarm response, Jimmy stepped out of the blue sedan. Then he marched up to the front door and rang the bell, constantly fidgeting with the bulge in his shorts.

A squeaky voice responded: "Coming!" After a few seconds the door opened a crack, revealing a scrawny teenage boy around Jimmy's age.

"What do you--" The moment his gaze drifted down to Jimmy's OZID, his head disappeared back behind the door. "...MOM! Alpha here to see you, get your lingerie!"

"Uh, nah, don't bother," Jimmy piped up. "I need some urgent relief. Just have her strip and come on out."

"Mom, he says--"

"I know, I heard," a distant female voice replied. "One minute, please! And don't keep him waiting outside like last time, Rodney!"

"Right, right." Rodney opened the door the rest of the way, waving Jimmy inside. Then he noticed the rest of the Miller family waddling up the driveway. "Oh. These are your Betas?"

"Apparently," Jimmy laughed, grabbing his sister's ass the moment she was within arm's reach. "Can we stay the night?"

"Y-yeah, of course." If Rodney was shocked or dismayed by the request, nobody had time to notice: he dashed off into the living room, and the Millers followed.