Sitting down to dinner with your bimbo family

As Cassandra and Jizzi walk into the restaurant you picked, they're still a total mess--As per your orders.

Cassandra's beautiful, fiery hair is beyond-frizzy, her makeup is smudged, and she's dripping with sweat. Jizzi has all those problems too, plus a healthy coating of cum.

Yet it isn't their disheveled state that's turning heads: it's their outfits.

Cass's Amazonian form is wrapped in a form-fitting dress with a slit up the side. It's the same shade of unnaturally-bright-red as her hair, and the slit runs high enough that her lack of underwear--And massive futa-schlong--Is apparent with every step.

Meanwhile, Jizzi is wearing a crop top and thong. Both are printed with a black-and-white ahegao-face pattern--Though the hentai art is a little spotty in places, since the copious amounts of cum on her skin has soaked through. The thong is swallowed up in her bubble butt, while the bottom helm of her shirt barely comes down far enough to hide her nipples.

You and April are deep in conversation, so it's Mike who notices them first. "Oh, wow..."

"Hm?" Looking up, you smile at the approaching pair. "Ah, hey you two. You got here quick--Guess you weren't balls-deep when I called?"

"Uh... No, sir. I just got out of bed to do a little work on Jizzi's profile," Cassandra replies, taking the seat beside you. Meanwhile, Jizzi settles in next to April and Mike on the other side of the table.

The latter, younger bimbo takes a deep breath as his cum-coated sister/ex-father sits beside him. Mike's nostrils flare, and he shifts uncomfortably: it seems the scent of Cassandra's seed is leaving quite an impression.

"Thanks again for taking that on," you continue. You're fully aware that Cassandra didn't really have a choice--Your word is basically law, in this universe--But it still pays to be polite. "Here I am on vacation, and you're already working..."

"No problem. Really," Cass says, pulling out some ruby-red lipstick and attempting to fix her makeup a little as she talks. "I'm just happy to be here. New job, free vacation, new..." Her eyes flicker over to Jizzi. "...New responsibilities, new..." Here she looks at Mike, smiles, and trails off for a moment. "...I... I feel right at home. Honestly."

Once she's finished with the lipstick, she's quite the sight: tall, curvy-yet-muscular, flashes of red from head to toe... Enraptured, you lean a little closer... Place a hand on her shoulder... And then stop to look over at April.

"Babe, would you mind if I..." You shake your head and chuckle. Why am I even asking this? She must think I'm nuts.

"Mind if you what?" As predicted, April looks confused: she would never expect you to ask permission before doing something--Anything--With another busty woman.

"Ah, nevermind." Grabbing the back of Cassandra's head, you pull her into a kiss... And as you do, you take in the reactions of everyone at the table.

April's curious look has turned into a small smile with warm eyes. You've seen that expression on her face before: it's the same look she used to get whenever she poked her head into the living room on a Saturday morning, and saw you and Mike having fun and getting along well.

As for Mike himself... He's responding fairly well to his new futa almost-girlfriend getting kissed by another guy. She's D-cup-plus, after all, and guys native to this universe don't get jealous over that sort of thing. He is shifting uncomfortably, though: your bimbofied bud must be pretty stiff under the table.

To your surprise, Jizzi is the jealous "sibling." The moment you lean in for the kiss, she pulls out her phone and pretends to look at it... But she's not much of an actress. As your tongue dances with Cassandra's, it's obvious she's fuming--And of course, her thighs are rubbing much like her son/brother's.

Huh. That's interesting. Guess she's getting a little attached to her boss?

Finally, Cassandra reacts to the kiss with shock. She's motionless beneath your caressing hands and hungry lips... But only for a split-second. Then she settles into it, though her motions remain awkward: she's still new to the fucktoy game, after all.

After a few seconds, you hear a THWACK. Cass's fat futa cock has pushed its way past the dress, and is currently splorting pre-cum against the underside of the table.

"Damn," you gasp, breaking the kiss. "Jizzi didn't do a very good job draining you, huh?"

"Uh, no, we--"

"I did too," Jizzi snaps, in a voice that's a little too loud for this calm, dimly-lit, upscale restaurant: several patrons at other tables look in your direction. "...Um... I mean... It's n-not my fault, I..." She trails off, blushing fiercely.

"Calm down, dear," April murmurs, putting a hand on her husband-turned-daughter's shoulder. "It's okay... You just need practice."

You honestly can't tell if April's genuinely trying to be reassuring, or if she's poking fun at Jizzi. Either way, it ends up pissing her off even more.

"April, please--Just d-don't," Jizzi huffs.

"You should really call her 'Mom,' y'know," you add with a smirk. "Show my wife some respect."

"Aw." April cracks a smile the moment the word "wife" leaves your mouth, reaching across the table to put her hand on yours. You give it a squeeze before turning back to Cass.

"Y'know... We haven't fucked yet, have we?" You run a hand up her toned thigh--It's entirely bare, since her growing erection pushed the dress above her waistline. "You're gonna get the night off yet after this, so... I guess now's the time, huh?"

"Oh, uh... Yeah. Of course," Cassandra replies, looking a little nervous. "How do you, um..."

"No food on the table yet, so just hop on up there." You stand and unzip your pants, relishing the growing look of discomfort on Jizzi's face as she realizes what's about to happen. Her quiet, barely-disguised fuming grows and grows as Cassandra climbs onto the table, tugs her dress aside, presents you with her sculpted ass...

...But then you see the look on Michael's face. He's not sad, exactly... And certainly not angry, like his e-thot sister. It's... Disappointment?

Ah. Even though Cass has been fucking all day... She's never really BEEN fucked. At all. And just a few days ago, she wasn't even a free use girl... Shit, she's probably an anal virgin. You cock your head to one side, reaching down to grope Cassandra's upturned ass while you consider your options. Hmm... Maybe I should do him a solid, here... Let their relationship get off the ground... Plenty of time to treat them like toys later, right?

"Uh... Sir? Is everything okay?" Cassandra is looking back over her shoulder, her cheeks flushed as she feels your twitching cock rest on one of her ass cheeks. "...Are you gonna..?"