What scene will you perform next?

Make some big life changes

You and Cassandra soon leave Mike behind, heading into the living room. April is kneeling on the floor, and she has her husband's limp body propped up against the couch. One arm steadies his swaying, half-conscious form, while the other dumps the pint of semen into his mouth.

"There you go... Just a few more mouthfuls," she murmurs, tipping the glass upward. The last few drops of spunk fall into Peter's inflated lips while he swallows again and again.

"Guh... Guh... Mmmgah," he gasps, licking his lips before falling back against the side of the couch. "Th-thanks, Dear..."

Behind you, Cassandra is setting up her tripod. "So, it sounds like they still act as a couple to some extent--"

"Actually, I've been thinking about that," you interrupt. "Peter, I don't want you calling April pet names anymore. It's not appropriate, now that she's my woman."

"Huh?" He takes a moment to process, then nods. "O-okay, that makes sense."

"Wait, hold on," Cass snaps, looking uncharacteristically intense as she fiddles with her equipment. "Your whole family dynamic is changing in front of my goddamn eyes, and this stupid camera won't lock into the--There we go. Okay, carry on, I'm not even here."

"Um, John," April pipes up, still kneeling beside Peter. "I know we belong to you, and your wishes are important, but... He's my husband."

"Not for long. I'm taking that for myself as well."

Everyone in the room gasps... Well, where Peter's concerned it's more of a gurgle.

"John, that's..." April trails off, completely flabbergasted. "I don't know what to say."

"Say that you'll do it," you chuckle. "C'mon, you've never denied me anything before."

"But--It seems like--"

"The next logical step, I know! First you let me and Michael transform your body, 'cause that's what made my dick hard. Then you let me move in, because I had to have access to those tits, my tits, 24/7. Taking ownership of you and your family sounded hot, so that's what we did." By this point, April's hesitation has disappeared: she's nodding along eagerly, as though each word makes more sense than the last. "You've been so good about taking care of my needs, and I never want that to end. I... Fuck it, might as well do this right."

You drop down on one knee, just a few feet from the spot where Peter is coughing up your and Michael's combined loads. As you do, you realize that something is missing.

"Uh... Hand me your wedding ring."

April freezes up for a moment, then rushes to obey. She places the white-gold band in your palm before taking a step back, trembling with nervous energy. "...John..."

"Big tits are meant to be used, and I intend to use those puppies for the rest of my life." Your gaze travels up her body: still clad in the red string bikini (and more than a few splatters of cum), her massive chest bounces with every rapid breath. "As for the woman attached to them, well... You've always been my favorite, and I'm so glad you see my needs as the most important thing in the world."

"I... I do," she gasps.

You hold up the wedding ring that Peter once gave her. "April Summer, will you marry me?"

"Yes," she breathes, while you're still saying the words. "Yesyesyes."

"That's settled then," you say, slipping the ring onto her finger. Despite your total control (and the absurdity of the situation), you find that your hand is trembling. I guess proposing is nerve-wracking no matter what, you think. Or... Maybe I really AM in love with her.

While April fawns over the ring that she had already worn moments ago, Peter clears his throat. "Uh, John? I don't want to interrupt--"

"Don't worry," you say, scooting over and running a hand up his thigh. "You're still one of my cumdumps, and you still matter. What's up?"

"Well, uh, that's exactly what I was wondering about," he continues as you grope him. "What happens to me and Michael?"

"Huh, well..." You glance at Cassandra, who's got the camera pointed down at you. She motions for you to keep talking. "I'm kinda making this up as I go along, but I think I'll file for adoption."

His eyes go wide. "You--You're adopting my son? But he's already an adult--"

"That shouldn't be a problem, once I explain our unique situation to the office of whatever-the-fuck. Besides, it's not just Mike. I'm gonna adopt both of you."

Peter's head flops backward once again. For a moment you think it's a (very unusual) display of horror or despair, but then you realize that he's fainted.

"...Hm." You turn to the camera and shrug. "I guess an afternoon of face-fucking, cum-chugging, and shocking revelations can be too much for anyone. We should let him rest."

Before Cassandra or April can reply, the door opens.

"Hey guys," Mike says, adjusting his skirt as he walks into the living room. "Woops, did you fuck Dad silly again?"

"Um... B-Baby," April manages, taking a step forward. "...Your father and I have some news."