Go down to dinner.

Mind still reeling, you tug on your shirt and walk out the bedroom door, following in your mother's footsteps. You've been living with the reality of the Motherboard for most of the day now and you still can't believe it. Women everywhere walking around topless, without any shame whatsoever, the complete change in looks apparent in your own mother, the ability to make suggestions that are automatically accepted and followed. You must have done something right in an earlier life for karma to have given you such a gift. Shaking your head in wonderment, you start down the stairs to have dinner with the rest of your family.

Rest of your family.

In a flash, your mind swirls in a kaleidoscope of colors and images, almost making you stumble and forcing you to a complete stop. Like a split screen you see two different but equally true scenarios. In one, you have the old truth, your old family, the old reality. In the other, the details of your new, Motherboard-adjusted life come into focus.

You've already met your improved mother, Tara, and apparently your father, Paul, and sister, Abby, exist in this version of reality as well. However, because of your changes to polyamorous relationships, you now know that your father has a second wife, Melanie, and they've had three kids of their own, your half-siblings Kenny, Lily, and Violet. More information rattles through as you focus on each one until you have a firm grasp on all your new family members (see link below for more details). The old details from your previous existence are still there, but they have a muted flavor to them compared to the robust memories of your current life. It's a little surreal, but you shake the cobwebs loose and continue downstairs.

Everyone's seated at the large dining room table when you arrive and you pause a moment to take in the scene. Your father sits at the head of the table, still attired in the suit he wore to work this morning, looking impatient and hungry. Seated next to him are his wives, your mom to his right and Mama Melanie to his left. She's a gorgeous curly-haired redhead, with pale skin that is dotted with the sexiest freckles you've ever seen, covering her cheeks and sliding down her neck until they race down the pale slopes of her rounded, pert breasts. They're somewhat smaller than your mom's tits, but they're exquisitely formed. You feel your dick hardening again and you haven't even looked at the rest of your table.

Next to your mother is an open seat for you. Your youngest sister Abby sits in the last chair, ignoring the rest of the family while texting away one her phone, a silent smirk plastered across her face at whatever reply she's receiving from the person on the other end of the phone. This new version of your sister is almost the spitting image of your mother, with the same raven hair and green eyes, but with a youthfulness that makes her seem full of energy and mischief. Her tits may be a smidgen smaller than Tara's, but you wouldn't want to live off the difference.

Sitting on the opposite side are your half-siblings: Kenny, the oldest of the children, with looks creepily similar to your own Motherboard-enhanced features, and the twins, Lily and Violet, who are currently leaning close to each other to hold a private conversation. This has **** their identical pairs of boobs to press against each other and squish together wonderfully. You can't wait to get to know the two of them better.

Your father coughs and you snap out of your familial review, suddenly aware that everybody's staring at you, annoyed.

"Sorry," you mumble and squeeze into your seat between your mother and Abby.

From there, things relax a bit and the rest of dinner is...normal. Well, as normal as a family dinner can be with family members that looked like they stepped out of a Victoria's Secret catalog, sans tops. The lasagna tastes great (your mother had always been a magnificent cook and nothing you'd done had changed that) and most of the conversations circle around how everybody's day had been. It feels natural, like you'd all been doing this same thing for years--which in this reality, you guess you had been. Even your conversations with your half-siblings go better than expected, at least when you aren't stuttering over your words while staring at your sister's breasts. In fact, you can't remember ever having a better family dinner than this one.

Until Kenny tells a joke he'd heard at work that morning, setting everybody off into loud, gut-wrenching belly laughs. For the men, nothing unusual occurs. But the women, giggling and guffawing at the punchline, have suddenly had their chests become waves of never-ending, bouncing and jiggling tit-flesh and your dick can't help but get hard as you watch all five pairs. No matter where you look, one of your topless female family members is shaking their tits and it's driving you wild.

Abby squeals, cutting through the laughter. "Ewww! Why is your dick sticking out of your pants!?"

Everyone else stops and stares at you. Looking down, you see that Abby's right, your cock has sprung free of your shorts again, just like earlier. Luckily, only your mother and Abby are in position to see it, although you notice Lily is craning her neck to get a view. From your father's glare and Mama Melanie's pursed lips, you can tell that you're going to be in deep shit. But why? You already covered nudity issue with your family already, hadn't you?

Then you realize, that wasn't quite accurate. The only person you'd made the suggestion to was your mother, Tara. Nobody else in the family had heard you.

"Wait, wait," you say, holding up your hands before anyone else can speak. "I've already talked with Mama Tara about this earlier. It's okay for our family to see each other naked around the house, it's only natural for these situations to occur. It doesn't bother anybody in our family to see each other naked, even when we're aroused."

Everybody immediately settles down, your suggestion having its miraculous effect once again.

"Let's try to avoid nudity at the dinner table, though, if we could," Mama Melanie says. "For sanitary reasons if nothing else."

You nod in agreement and tuck back into your food, softening your pole until it's hidden in your shorts. Soon after, dinner begins to wind down and your father congratulates your mother on another fine meal. Then he asks, "What are everyone's plans for tonight?"