Disaster

Tom left the downstairs hallway to see Logan and Charly had in fact come back through the back door. He only caught a glimpse of them going up the stairs, an energy drink in hand, but he couldn't help but notice that both of them looked a little thinner than they had before.

He nodded and smiled. He'd wait and see what happened with them. He was curious to see what happened to Logan - there were a lot of possibilities, and he wasn't sure which way it would go. He mostly just hoped that he and Logan could get along better. Though the idea of Eiffel Towering Charly was now firmly in his mind. That wouldn't be a bad time. A few darker thoughts crossed his mind too - but having another man, even a less dominant one, to help with some of the sluts would be ideal.

Tom ate another protein bar to recover his strength, and he came upon a problem - these tasted like peanut butter and dog shit. He went to his laptop and logged in to his restaurant order system.

With the money he'd be saving on rent by giving Ashleigh he new kind of rental deposit, he could potentially afford a real oven and better items for lunches - but the real goal was to have items like chicken strips or cheese sticks closer at hand for his heightened protein needs. He did also consider more fruit - the vitamins might also be getting drained from him as he masturbated like a unsupervised teenager, and he didn't want to see if he went blind or got scurvy from it.

He also couldn't help but notice, his dick looked bigger again and his cumshots thicker since this morning. But what could have caused that? Something to discuss with Carrie later, maybe after converting Julia tomorrow.

The sound of the garage door opening snapped Tom out of his thoughts as Catherine walked in. She was in heels and a tight fitting dress that was perhaps a smidgen too short for dress code.

"Hubby, I'm home!" She yelled out with a giggle. Her hair was larger and more voluminous, her make-up immaculate, her lips puffy and her tits on display. He was sure they had gotten bigger, as had her ass. He was sure of it now - if he was thinking of something during or right before orgasm, he could at least nudge the changes a bit. Tom smiled. She had become somewhere between a sex-obsessed bimbo and a perfect working wife. He grew harder in his pants looking at her.

"Welcome home, babe," he said as he looked her over like any man would look over a prized possession. "How was your day at the firm?"

"Oh my god, I had such a good day! The other girls at work were wondering if I did something to work out more and I told them no, but that you were by big secret and biggest cheerleader!" Tom wondered if people just ignored the changes - but maybe they just figured she let her hair down a little. This was worth looking into. "Then I ran into Paul on the way to lunch. Pulled down my top a little, showed him a bit more of the girls. He seemed happy today even before that though! Maybe Brenda finally stopped being such a bitch. Anyway, you're home early. What happened?"

"Oh, Carrie wasn't feeling well, so we closed early. We might spend tomorrow working on a menu update." He looked her over. "Came home, spanked Sammy, fucked Wanda, overall not a bad day," he said, to see if she was paying attention.

"Huh, it's not like Sammy to need a spanking. And I'm happy you and Wanda have something to bond over. As long as I get my turn too," she said before giving him a kiss on the cheek and heading to the bed room. "I bought something I want to try on. You'll see it toniiiiiight," she trailed off, teasing him.

Tom almost burst out laughing. His frigid bitch of a wife was now a swinging whore and he just told her he fucked her daughter and she seemed happy. This was absurd! He was ecstatic about it, but he had to admit none of this made sense.

He returned to typing on his laptop, taking notes on how to optimize both the coffee shop and his new seminal powers when he heard a pounding on his front door. He looked at the clock in the corning of his laptop screen. 7:30 was an odd time to get unexpected visitors.

He opened the door to see that it was lightly raining. Standing soaked in the rain, now sporting a shock of blue hair to the side of her black, straight locks was Carrie. She was in a black rain slicker that was doing nothing to stop the downpour from reaching her. Her mascara was streaming down her face with rain or tears, Tom couldn't tell. Her expression made it clear it could have been both.

"Come in, tell me what's wrong," Tom said, cutting her off before she could ask. She nodded softly and walked in.

Catherine was in the kitchen, cooking a frozen chicken and noodle dish since her own cooking skills were not ideal, when she saw Carrie. Despite her wifely instincts needing a boost from Tom's treatment, her motherly instincts were all natural - Tom's tweaking of her apparently only expanded who she considered "her child." She took one look at the dowsed Korean bombshell and saw she looked more like a sad, drenched teen right now than anything else.

"I'll get you some other clothes to wear while we dry your stuff," she said, taking charge. "Tom, find out what happened. Then we can fix it." Tom had seen this side of her before - when Samantha was shot down from the cheer squad, when Logan got broken up with by the girl before Charly. She may have been a shitty wife, but she was always a good mom, in some ways at least. Tom was glad to see that applied to others, and potentially the younger members of his harem. But he had more pressing concerns right now.

"What happened Carrie?" She began bawling when he asked. He pushed her some paper towels after her wet hands caused the tissues to immediately dissolve.

"I dyed my hair because I knew you'd like it, and was trying on some new clothes and my dad saw me, and he started screaming," she said. "He said he didn't raised a fucking whore, and I'd never be a doctor or find a man, and whenever I tried to speak he just started shouting me down. Then he- he- he said I couldn't stay there anymore!" Carrie began sobbing again. "My mom didn't even help and now I'm homeless!" Catherine had come in about halfway through the story, and put the clothes and a towel down for Carrie. She looked at the towel and began stripping right in front of them. Under her hoodie was a midriff exposing sweater and a sports bra, and under her blue jeans was a thin, purple thong. Removing that showed she was fully shaved, her breasts as big as when they left the shop, and her ass tight enough to bounce a quarter off of. Tom looked at Catherine, and he shocked expression seemed to be less one of disbelief that Carrie had stripped, and more that she looked as good as she did as the older woman checked out the younger one. Carrie dried off with the towel, and began putting on the green satin pajamas that Catherine had brought down. Wanda walked in at that moment, seeing a full view of Carrie's uncovered ass.

"Wow, I didn't expect to get flashed, but I'll take it," she said with a smile. "Daddy, why's your cute cashier naked in the dining room?"

"She's been through a lot, and she needed to get dry," he said calmly.

"And getting the rest of us wet, got it," she said. "I'll take the clothes to the dryer for you," she said to Carrie before taking the wet clothes and towel to the room before the garage.

"So you have nowhere to go, sweetie?" Catherine asked. Carrie shook her head.

"I don't have any friends. Just school and work, and I figured Tom was a safer bet than any of my professors," she said solemnly. Catherine nodded.

"Well, you can stay here," Catherine said, a matter-o-factly. "You can take the couch, if you want. But, if you want something warmer, Tom and I don't take up the whole California King," she said, slightly flirty.

Carrie smiled. "Maybe," she said, looking at Tom. "Can I cuddle up between Mommy and Daddy and get warm?" she teased Tom.

Tom kept a straight face. Not everyone in the house was fully changed, and he wasn't sure about Charly and Logan's progress, but having Carrie in the house would help him with planning, and he wouldn't mind some girl-on-girl from Carrie and Catherine.

"If you need time alone, the bed is a pull-out. But you're welcome to join us, assuming you can play nice with us both," he said. He had to figure out how to make sure he wasn't being emotionally insensitive to the mildly brainwashed bimbo.

She smiled. "Can you drive by my dad's place to get my stuff? He said he'd be putting it on the curb." Tom nodded, then looked at Catherine.

"Hold down the fort for me?" he asked her.

"Of course, hubby. You go help her." She smiled sweetly at Tom.

He went and reached for his keys.

"Logan!" Tom yelled up the stairs. "You free?"