Five years later...

At 9:00 AM, you're jolted awake by the alarm clock. When you reach out to slap the "off" button, your outstretched arm hits something soft. After a moment of sleep-addled confusion, you realize that you're on the wrong side of the bed, and that one of the Aprils is lying between you and the nightstand.

Since her giant bust is getting in the way, you simply roll on top of her. She murmurs something incoherent as you lean over and shut off the alarm, your naked crotch grinding against hers.

On a whim, you decide to thrust your morning wood inside her for just a few thrusts. You slip inside easily enough; she's been wet 24/7 since last year's modifications.

The first push into her warm, tight pussy elicits a louder moan, and her eyes flutter open.

"John... Good morning," she whispers, giving you a loving smile. "What time is it?"

"Time to head out, I'm afraid. Which one of you is coming to work?"

"Oh, um... We didn't flip for the collars last night," she explains, waking up a little more as you continue fucking her. "We can do it now--Oh."

She stops short as she looks over your shoulder, peering at the far corner of the bedroom. Following her gaze, you see the other April on her knees, head bobbing.

"Huh, I guess Mike's up early," you chuckle, watching the squatting bimbo service her son through the glory hole.

You usually sleep with the entire family in the master bedroom, or else allow Mike to take one of the Aprils back to his room... But on some nights you feel a little more possessive than usual. You added the glory hole between your room and Mike's room so that he can still get some relief on those occasions. He'd shoot his mothers a text, and whoever was still awake (and not busy servicing you) would hustle over to the corner and suck him off.

Since you were hogging the bimbos last night, Mike didn't have a chance to blow his load. He's sure making up for it now, though: the April on the floor is deepthroating him at an impressive pace, and her face and cleavage are already plastered with a previous cumshot.

Turning back to your own fucktoy, you plant a kiss on her plump lips before pulling away and hopping out of bed. On your way past the nightstand, you grab one of the two collars sitting there.

"C'mon, April... Uh... One," you say, reading the collar before throwing it to the woman on the bed. "You're with me today."

As she hurries to get up and dressed, you pull on your own outfit: a pair of comfortable yet professional-looking slacks, a red polo, and a blazer. The pants are custom-made, and sport a simple flap instead of a zipper or button fly. All in all, it's a respectable business-casual look with just a touch of "ready to pull out your dick at any moment."

April One's outfit is unambiguously not work-appropriate (or it wouldn't have been in your old reality, anyway). First she puts on a black V-string thong, which more-or-less disappears into her inflated ass. Then she throws on a tiny white dress shirt; however, her huge breasts don't allow her to fasten a single button. Instead she ties the bottom corners together, managing to cover her nipples while leaving plenty of cleavage above and below the strained knot. Finally, she steps into a pair of stiletto heels, which do a damn good job of showing off her nearly-naked butt.

The overall look reminds you of the first time you saw April in this new world: thong on the bottom and a tiny, overstretched top. Of course, that might not have been this April... For all you know, the woman standing before you was once named Peter.

"...Holy shit, April," you say, stroking yourself absentmindedly through the thin fabric of your pants. "You look perfect today."

"Hm? Aw, thanks John," she says, wiggling her hips for you. "But this is what I wear every day, more or less."

"Well I guess you look perfect all the time, then," you continue with a grin. "Well, half of you does, while the other half slums it with Mike."

As if on queue, the other April begins making wet gulping noises over in the corner. Looking over, you see her pressing her fat lips up against the glory hole, trying to swallow down every drop of her son's jizz. It's a valiant effort, and only a few white blobs end up dripping down her chin.

Once her job is finished April Two pulls away, letting your friend's still-hard member plop out of her mouth. She grabs it and gives it a few pumps, shaking the last of his cum onto her bare breasts.

"Ungh... Thank you Mommy," Mike groans, his voice muffled since the hole to his room is still full of cock. "...Goin' back to bed... Come snuggle when John lets you, m'kay?"

You can't help but chuckle at that. Your friend can be as dominant as you, but when he's sleepy he always reverts to "Mooommy, I need a blowjooob" mode.

"That guy really needs to get a job," you say to the cum-splattered April, who's standing up and licking her lips. "Don't you get tired of babysitting him every day?"

"Every second day, more or less," April Two replies, scooping some cum from her cleavage. "I get to be a working mom and a stay-at-home mom, all at once!"

"Fair enough... We'll see what happens," you say with a shrug, heading for the door. April One struts after you, doing a surprisingly good job of balancing in the ridiculous heels. "Some of us have to hustle, though, or we're gonna be late!"

"Oh, um... Can I join Michael in bed, then?"

"Eh... Swallow three more loads through the hole," you shout back from the hallway. "After that, you're his to command."

You hear an annoyed groan from Mike's bedroom.

"Deal with it, yah deadbeat! I know for a fact you can pump out that many before lunch."

With that, you make your way down the stairs and out the door.