It had been a bit of a rough workday for both Flynn and Willis. Willis’s car had a flat and Jane (or was it Jordan?) had already took her car so he had to carpool with Willis. It was pretty fortunate they worked at the same office.
As they drove back to their houses, they could see that Jane’s (Jordan’s?) car was already parked in the front. “Well, at least our wives are home from their workouts,” said Willis.
“Yeah, hope they’ve got dinner ready,” said Flynn, “All that work really builds up an appetite.”
Willis got out of the car and said, “Well, I’ll see you tomorrow. Hopefully, my flat will be fixed.”
“See ya,” said Flynn as he got out of his car. He walked up to his house and opened the door. “Vicky, Ron, I’m home!” he called. Why did those names seem incorrect to him? He didn’t smell dinner cooking, but he did something in the air, something heady and musky.
Flynn headed upstairs, thinking Vicky would be in their room. Ron ought to be home as well, but he didn’t hear the usual sound of her video game playing. She was here, wasn’t she? Why was he thinking of his son in feminine pronouns?
But as he was getting closer to their room, the musky aroma was getting stronger. It was…almost mesmerizing. It wasn’t a hot meal, but for some reason his mouth was drooling. When Flynn got to the bedroom, his mouth gaped open. He was watching a small orgy involving four beautiful women. And these women weren’t just sexy and curvy, they were also quite tall and very well-muscled. He ought to be protesting about them having sex in his bedroom, but just the sight of their glistening, Amazonian bodies put him in a lustful stupor.
Eventually, Flynn’s presence was noticed. The Greek giantess stopped kissing the black bodybuilder and said, “Oh look, your dad’s home.”
Flynn gulped as the two women stood up and walked towards him. Flynn wasn’t a small man, but they were as tall as him and between their big muscles, they could overpower him. But as he looked at them, Flynn could see details that matches his wife and his son, er, daughter. “Vi…Voleta? Ron…alee?” asked Flynn, his mind processing their new names as his memories muddied, “What’s going on here? Why are you…”
“Don’t worry, this’ll all make sense,” said Ronalee before grabbing her father’s head and mashing it against her breast. Flynn opened his mouth to protest and found her nipple enter his mouth. An intoxicating taste poured in and Flynn couldn’t stop himself from suckling. Her breast tasted so good…Flynn wished he had a pair like them…
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Meanwhile, Willis was getting impatient. There was no dinner prepared at all and he couldn't find Jane, er, Jordan anywhere. He couldn't even find Alison. Didn't they usually call her Alice? All Willis knew was that there was no dinner and he couldn't find either of his girls. "For crying out loud," he grumbled, "Is it too much for a man to come home and find a nice dinner waiting for him? What has Jordan been doing all day?"
He knew Jordan was home because her car was here and there was no reason for Alison to be anywhere else. A thought eventually came to him. Maybe Jordan was next door. But why would she be there? Anyways, she certainly wasn't here and Willis was getting hungry. He marched out the door and headed next door. He knocked on the door but no one answered. This made him more frustrated. He knew that Flynn was home and he was certain his family was there. Why was everyone avoiding him all of a sudden.
Opening the door, Willis could pick up a musky aroma that seemed to fill the house. He almost gagged but the smell was becoming more pleasant. Then he heard a sound coming from the kitchen. Walking towards there, the smell was getting stronger. Willis was a bit surprised to walk into the kitchen and find a pair of tall, beautiful, muscular women standing in the buff and looking through the fridge. They turned to look at him with mild surprise. One had long honey-blonde hair, the other brown hair in a page cut. The blonde looked vaguely familiar but he could recognize the brunette.
"Jordan, what are you doing here?" asked Willis.
"Looking for me, where you?" asked Jordan coyly.
"Well...it's dinnertime and I'm hungry," said Willis, sounding almost whiny. He should have been asking other questions, like why she was naked, who was this blonde amazon, and where was their daughter.
"Oh, poor baby needs something to eat?" asked Jordan, strutting over to Willis.
"Well...yes..." said Willis, his urge to fight diminishing. Was Jordan always this tall?
"I've got something for you to eat right here," said Jordan before grabbed Willis and forcing it down to her crotch, "Some nice meaty pie."
Willis tried to protest, but his mouth was filling with Jordan's sweet nectar, which was too delicious for him to refuse. He quickly started lapping up her sweet juices, heedless of the way his face was changing or the way his blond hair was growing longer.
The other woman walked behind Willis, noticing how he was starting to fill out in the right places. Kneeling down, it took little time for her to take his socks and shoes off. As soon as that was done, she yanked down his pants and underwear, causing Willis to make a muffled yelp. The woman kneaded Willis's growing ass and said, "She's coming along fine. You mind if I have the first taste of her?"
"By all means, Alison," said Jordan, "I'm sure Willa will be begging someone to attend to her needs."
Alison? Willa? 'Her' needs? What was- All thoughts evaporated when Alison leaned in and gave her new pussy a deep lick. Willa moaned as she surrendered to her new self. Who cares if she was being eaten out by her own daughter? She kept on eating out her wife.
Jordan smiled down as Willa was finishing her transformation. Her body was completely female now and she was growing the same bountiful curves and muscles as herself. In fact, Willa's shirt was getting too small with the way her shoulders were widening and her breasts were expanding. Grabbing the shirt, Jordan easily tore it apart, allowing Willa's D-cup breasts to bounce free.
That only encouraged Willa to lick out Jordan with more enthusiasm. She could also feel Alison's tongue bringing her closer to the edge. A few more seconds and both wife and former husband let out moans. Jordan flooded Willa's mouth with her juices while Willa gushed over Alison's face.
After swallowing and licking her face, Willa took Jordan's hand and stood up. They were equal heights now. In many ways, Willa was identical to her daughter. The main difference was that Willa's hair stopped at her shoulders. Otherwise, she had the same amazon body as either of them.
"You did a good job with her," said a voice. The three looked over to see Voleta standing there with Ronalee and another black woman with hair going down to her shoulders.
"Thanks," said Jordan, "But I think it's time we start spreading our gift to the neighbors."
Voleta grinned and said, "I was wondering when we'd start."