What about breakfast?

Jamie didn't know how long she spent just lying next to Micaela after they had turned to lie on their sides, facing each other, drinking in their partner's scent and feeling content just looking at their loved one. She also didn't care. Just being here, right now, together with Micaela was enough.

That is, until loud rumbling from her stomach reminded her that it was high time they ate something. Judging by the sun, it was already past ten, after all.

"Hungry again, guapa?" Micaela smiled, running her hand over the futa's toned stomach. "Me too, let's get cleaned up and find something to eat."

The redhead nodded, and the duo put on their bathrobes, going to wash off the remnants of their love-making. Curiously, Lily was absent from the tub, allowing them to quickly hop in and rinse off. Jamie sighed happily while watching the latina shower; she was a lucky girl. With a dick, but still. After both had towelled themselves of, they continued downstairs when Jamie suddenly cursed loudly.

"Oh shit!" Slapping her forehead, Jamie sped up and moved towards the living room.

"Everything okay, Jamie?" Micaela called after her, a little confused.

"Yeah, 'course, just forgot something. I'll join you in the kitchen!"

Stepping into the living room, Jamie saw that someone had already taken care of the shards of glass and platters that her parents had strewn about yesterday night. But what the futa was looking for was lying right where she'd left it: On the couch, the symbol of several missed messages on the screen, Jamie's phone was waiting for her. Biting her lower lip, the redhead picked it up and checked them - without exception, they all were from Addie.

~heey jamie, wishing you luck with your dad, let me know how it went~

~mom and I are gonna go to a bar, see whats up. is daddy already done?~

~we just were in an honest to god bar brawl. mom was amazing. any news on daddy dearest?~

~everything alright? he didn't ground you or anything?~

~are you getting these? if you're in trouble, let me know. I'm sure I can help~

~I swear, if you're not answering these by noon tomorow, I'll have mom kick down your door and rescue you~

Jamie winced and began typing a message to update the blonde and her mother, but Micaela's incredulous voice coming from the kitchen interrupted her.

"What the hell are you wearing?" The latina asked, but she sounded more amused than anything.

"Mom came up with this," Lily's voice replied matter-of-factly. "Good morning, by the way."

"Uh-huh, good morning. You're sure you want to run around like this?"

"Hey, it works. And I don't leave footprints like this, so it helps you too."

Jamie had walked into the kitchen while the two other women were talking and froze as soon as she saw her sister. The slime girl was sitting at the island, absorbing a glas of orange juice with her hand - wearing nothing but a orange rain coat and rubber boots that went very well with the color of her goo. Somehow, she had shed much of the mass she'd gained yesterday, only keeping her breasts and hips much larger than before, easily outsizing Micaela and stretching the raincoat to capacity. The scene was surreal, and Jamie had to take a second to wrap her head around it. While Micaela and Lily continued to exchange more or less playful banter, Jamie finally began to realize the ramifications of the events of yesterday night.

Yes, her whole family was now on board, so to speak. Yes, she had found new friends, a girlfriend even, all of whom accepted her as she was. But her father was now completely unrecognizable, most likely unable to ever show his face at work again, at least if he wanted to fill his old role, and her sister, while still looking like herself shape-wise, arguably wasn't even human anymore. For all intents and purposes, she'd ruined their lives, however unintentionally. With this realization and the fact that it was mainly her fault, Jamie staggered over to the kitchen island, plopping down on one of the stools heavily, putting her face in her hands.

"Oh shit," Micaela cursed, quickly moving around the kitchen island to put her arms around Jamie's shoulders, bending down to look at her futa girlfriend. "What's wrong, guapa? Are you alright?"

"Do you have a headache or something, Jay-Jay?" Lily seemed worried as well, getting up to step towards the other two.

"Seriously?" Jamie groaned and let her hands fall to the countertop, giving Micaela a pained expression. "Don't you see, I fucked everything up. I don't even know what I was thinking, with Dad and Lily? What if everything falls apart now?"

"What do you mean, 'fucked up'?" Lily asked, tilting her head to one side, a drop of slime dripping from her hair onto her shoulder from where it slid into her neck to be reabsorbed. The sight made Jamie wince. "No joke, I've never felt better. And I think I've never looked better. No more worrying about pimples. Ever!"

"And what about going out? Leading a normal life? You're see-through!" Jamie almost wailed, causing Micaela to hug her more tightly.

"Shh, guapa, calm down," the latina tried to console the futa. "We'll think of something. So far, we got through everything fine. Your Mom's boobs went through half the alphabet and barely anyone cared!"

"Yes, but Mom, you, even I - we still look enough like us that it's going to work out! What's Lily gonna do, tell everyone she has a rare skin condition? And Dad? No one's going to believe Emily is him!"

"Right here, you know," Lily groused, sitting down next to her sister. "Listen, I know it's weird, most of all for me. After all, it's my body that turned into this goo. But somehow, I don't think it'll be that much of a problem. Worst case, I cover myself from head to toe if I go out. Little inconvenient, sure, but--"

Before Lily could finish, loud banging at the front door that seemed to shake the house on its foundations made the three women jump. The thumping continued unabated until Micaela groaned in annoyance and extricated herself from Jamie.

"The house does have a bell..." She grumbled as she began moving towards the front door, Jamie tailing her. The commotion was the perfect distraction from her inner turmoil, after all.

When they passed the master bedroom, Anne gingerly opened the door and stuck her head out, looking a little afraid.

"Who... who is it?" She whispered, staring at the front door with both eyes wide open.

"No idea," Micaela replied, jaw set as she walked up to the door that was actually rattling in its hinges. "But I'll give them a piece of my mind."

With that, the latina ripped open the door before whoever was using it as a sandbag could get another series of hits in.