The day is a bit more erotic than usual

It was morning. Chris was the first of his family to wake up. He saw his wife Stacy, still sleeping next to him. We must have both taken off our clothes while we were sleeping, he thought. He and his wife (and their children, for that matter) were sleepwalkers. From time to time, they would all perform the same action while sleeping. Stripping was the most common action they did together. He somehow remembered waking nude at the kitchen table, with crumbs from peanut butter and jelly sandwiches they had made and consumed in their sleep.

He remembered two dreams. In the first one, he was watching several nude people digging a hole in his backyard. In the second one, he was watching with several nude people as a woman gave a guy a blowjob. Both dreams were about mind control, which is what the best dreams were always about. Just thinking about them made his cock stir.

But his stomach was grumbling, so he put on his pajama bottoms and headed downstairs. He had to adjust the drawstring; they were larger than they should be. He had probably adjusted them while sleeping, then when he got out of bed, they fell off. He was glad that he and his family never had to worry about weight gain; they were lucky. Well, that was not completely true, because his wife and daughters did gain weight. They only gained weight in their chests. Stacy had been a C and curvy when they got married. She had the same waist and hips, but now sported a pair of GGs. He loved tit-fucking her but she would only do it if she wanted something from him, or it was a special occasion.

He had just gotten all the food out of the refrigerator when his wife walked in. She was in a short floral print robe, unbelted, so her tits and pussy were on display. Chris did not consider this odd or unusual and neither did his wife. She gave him a kiss on the cheek, pressing a huge breast into his bare arm as she did so. As she walked by him to get to the refrigerator, she brushed his crotch with her bare bottom. These actions were not of the alien's doing, but were the beginning signs of Chris' own awakening abilities.

As they cooked, their four children came in. Their son was in a tshirt, his cock on full display. Their daughters were in their panties, and their sizable tits jiggled with every step. Each kissed their father Good Morning on his cheek and each aped her mother's behavior, smashing a breast into his arm.

Chris looked out the kitchen window, seeing the hole the family had dug the night before while under the alien's control. For a moment, he thought that they had been digging in their sleep, but his mind rationalized the inconsistency (with alien help). Chris remembered the family had wanted an inground pool, and had decided to dig the hole themselves. But the work was too hard, so they had decided to get professional help. This memory spread to the family.

Saturday went very well. The whole family went shopping for new clothes, as many things were too small for them. The women bought new bras and new negligees. The men bought shirts and pants.

The alien had noted that men of this race seemed limited to one orgasm per 24 hour period, while women had no real limit on orgasms. To increase the amount of sexual energy in the house, more women would need to sleep in the house. That evening, the alien planted hints in the women's minds. Women should sleep over. Stacy thought of her sisters and their grown daughters, while the three girls thought of their friends.