The Piper family follow-up: one year later...

Sitting behind your desk, you flip open your laptop and glance over today’s appointments. April Two outlined them for you earlier in the morning, but she wasn’t very clear. Your girls have been less and less effective in their role as assistants ever since they went on IQ blockers, and the extra-fat lips they’re rocking this month don’t help any. You told Mike it wasn’t a good idea to go so hard on the bimbofication, but hey, at least it’s (mostly) temporary. Who are you to deny a dude his birthday wish?

Rolling your eyes, you keep scrolling through the list of clients. “Boring, boring, new... Oh shit,” you mumble, stopping on a familiar name. “I wonder how Nate Piper’s grades are doing?”

You immediately lean over and tap the intercom. It beeps as it sends a signal to April’s earpiece, and after a moment you get a reply.

“Ggh... Guh... Mmm-mmph?”

“Is that one of the Piper’s you’re sucking?”

“Uh-mmph,” she replies; it sounds like a negative, judging by your years of experience trying to understand cock-gargling bimbos.

“Well then find the Pipers and send ‘em in... Hmm.” You stop and think for a moment. “One at a time, please. First Mom, then Junior, then Dad.”

“Mm—GUUGH!” This one you can’t decipher at all; she must be getting facefucked by one hell of a package. One of Mr. Ito’s “futa” daughters, maybe?

“...Whenever you can, Dear,” you finish with a chuckle, before cutting off the intercom.

Sure enough, it’s some time before April manages to finish off the client, dislodge him (or her) from her throat, and find Mrs. Piper. You go over some paperwork while you wait, then read an email marked “urgent.” It’s just Duncan from down in Hormones and Supplements again, giving you shit about taking pills without an official requisition. Nobody else seems to mind (including Duncan’s boss, luckily), but he’s had it out for you ever since the staff Christmas party. You **** his wife to swallow an entire bottle of “Dr. Pearson’s EZ Curves,” and she still hasn’t fully recovered.

You write Duncan a half-assed apology, promising to be more careful with the paperwork and asking him to give his wife’s “big, fat, extra-mountable ass” a spank for you. Just as you send it, the door to your office flies open.

The first person to appear is Mrs. Lola Piper, though you have some trouble recognizing her; it’s been a while, after all, and her son has earned a few physical upgrades. Her formerly brunette hair is now a shining platinum blonde, and most of it is tied back in a ponytail. Her facial features are mostly unchanged, though her lips are fuller and her makeup is slightly heavier. She’s wearing a blue dress very much like the one she wore to her last appointment, though this one has a halter top that leaves most of her obviously-fake-yet-supple breasts exposed. It’s having even more trouble containing her bubble butt, which peaks out the bottom obscenely; the only thing protecting the last scraps of her modesty is a matching blue thong, and even that is a few sizes too small for her new curves.

Her inadequate dress is being stretched and pulled up even further than normal; she's followed closely by her son Nate, who's groping and molesting her from behind even as she walks through your door. While Mrs. Piper shoots you an apologetic look while she struggles her way inside, her son is so busy dry-humping that he doesn’t even seem to notice that they’ve changed rooms.

“Excuse me? Nate?”

Following behind the pair is April, trying desperately to get the young man’s attention. She’s in quite a state, with lipstick and cum smeared all over her unnaturally-beautiful face.

“I’m sorry, but John wants to speak with you individually,” she continues, grabbing Nate’s arm and tearing him away from Mrs. Piper. He resists for a moment, until he realizes that the woman grappling him has even larger breasts than his mother's. He quickly switches his attention to April, and the last thing you see before the door swings shut is Nate forcing your bimbofied assistant to her knees and shoving his cock into her expansive, slightly-sticky cleavage.

"S-sorry about that," Mrs. Piper mutters, pulling her dress down and adjusting it until it covers her nipples (if only just barely).

"I can see Nate's gotten a bit more enthusiastic about using his mommy," you chuckle, waving Mrs. Piper towards the chair just opposite your desk. "Last time you were here, he didn't find you attractive at all!"

"Th-thank you, I think?" Mrs. Piper sits down awkwardly, pulling at her dress as it rides up yet again. Now that she's closer, hyou can see a trickle of cum making its way down the inside of her thigh, with more tiny globs of white visible in her hair, on her chin, and on the underside of one massive breast. It looks as though she's tried to clean herself up, but missed quite a few spots in the process. "I wasn't the one who made these changes, though."

"No, I suppose not! Our dedicated personnel and cutting-edge facilities are to thank for your new assets," you reply with a chuckle.

"...Um, yes, but I was actually thinking about my son," she continues. "He's worked so hard... You set out so many goals for him, and he exceeded expectations on every single one! His grades, the state of his dorm..."

While you listen to her gush proudly about Nate's progress, you open the Piper family's file and pull up a copy of his reward tree.

"Let's see here... Wow, yeah, you weren't kidding. On the physical side, he's already unlocked the chest and ass expansions all the way up to Tier 3... Oh, and Tier 1 of lips. Hm, still a bit thin, aren't they? I'd expect a bimbo-lover like Nate to ask for more."

"I, um..." Mrs. Piper looks a bit stunned as she hears the list of ways has changed her body. "...He wants more injections, yes."

"Right, right. What else... A few style-related purchases, of course. The hair dye, makeup, and the new wardrobe additions." You glance at the woman's scandalous dress. "More than a few different maid outfits, according to this, and stuff from that high-end lingerie place downtown. Hmm, what's the total--Oh, wow. You guys have been busy. How does your husband feel about the bill?"

"Well, it certainly is a burden... He gripes sometimes, when I see him, but I think he tolerates it so long as Nate's grades keep improving. It's the, um... The mental changes he hates the most."

"Ah, yes, I remember. Your son was enthusiastic about those... Let's see what he's earned." You click over to a new page. "He spec'd hard into cum addiction, I see! I'm surprised you're being so wasteful with it."

"Huh?"

"Your chin, Sweetheart. Between your legs, too."

Completely ignoring your condescending tone, Mrs. Piper wipes her chin with one hand while the other reaches down to her inner thigh. Then she licks it up, sucking every finger clean while her eyes flutter.

You grin at the display as you continue to read. "Next is--Oh wow, your IQ. I guess that explains how you missed half a load of cum dripping from your own damn face."

Mrs. Piper glances up at you, still savoring her son's half-dried jizz. "Mm?"

"Don't worry about it. Anyway, your mothering instincts are cranked up noticeably, too. Bet that pisses Mr. Piper off, seeing you turn Nate into a Momma's boy."

She shrugs, licking her lips and re-adjusting her dress. "That's what he is, though. He's our treasure!"

"Right, sure," you laugh. "And you're taking good care of him?"

"I--Yes! The best care, I hope," she says enthusiastically. "I had to learn lots of new things about him, and sex, and--"

"Great, great. Why don't you show me?" You stand up from the computer and pull out your cock, stroking it a few times. "You must be getting better at deepthroating, right?"

"Um, yes... Definitely. Nate loves it when I--"

"Lie face-up on the desk, then. Might as well give those new tits a feel at the same time."

She quickly nods and clambers onto your desk, positioning herself so that her head is beneath your crotch while her legs are dangling off the far side. Your hands dart to her breasts, pulling aside the flimsy dress to grope pinch at them. After a few moments, she opens her mouth expectantly.

"Feeling eager?"

She closes it again, blushing. "Oh, um, sorry. That's just how Nate likes me to present myself, when he--Mmph!"

Without warning you thrust into her lips. The angle of her neck allows you to plunge balls-deep within seconds, and she only struggles a little as you begin ravaging her throat.

"Gggh! Ggh! Guuhh..."

"There we go, get comfortable... Mmm, that ain't bad. Nate's a lucky guy."

"...Gmph..."