Alex was getting over the scare she had last night with her daughter. Alex thought Kylie had been doing drugs but eventually she realized she wasn't. However, her motherly instincts still told her something was up with her daughter. She put down her coffee, gently brushing against her large tits. She was wearing a pink robe and didn't have a bra on.
Mary walked down and gave her white wife a morning kiss on the cheek. "Good morning hon, you ok? You kept rolling around in your sleep." Mary said.
"Oh it's just this camera. Something rattled Kylie last night and I think this camera has something to do with it. I'm gonna experiment."
Mary sighed. Her wife was adorable but sometimes goes too far in trying to figure people out. But, Mary loved her, so posed for a picture. Alex focused on her Asian beauty of a wife and took the picture, but nothing was up. She looked at the photo and everything was the same. Standing in the photo was still her husband Marco in all his beefiness and spaniard glory. Marco sighed and walked over to his white wife.
"Alex you beautiful fool. Nothing is wrong with Karmen. She wasn't doing drugs and this is a normal camera." Marco reassured her. Alex thought about it and agreed he was probably right. She could be a little crazy. "Now come baby, how about a little morning sex to cheer you up?" He said with a growl.
"You had me at "Now" darling." Alex laughed. The two giggled upstairs and quietly shut their door.
Kyle woke up to a groggy feeling. He couldn't quite place why. Then it clicked. It felt like he was sleeping on something weird. HE felt down and accidentally squeezed his new c cups. She jumped in bed covering her mouth as she realized he predicament. She leaped out of bed and looked into the mirror to see things had gotten more complicated. She was now a latina teen beauty. She had curly black hair and an ass to kill for. Her breasts were bigger than before, and his pick nightie only further served to enhance her cuteness.
"Great. Just perfect." She said with a sigh.
She looked around the room and saw a family photo. There she was, "Karmen", standing there in a purple dress and a rd rose in her hair. Next to her was her "Mother", former daughter, in a matching dress in all of her "Milf-iness." Across was a man Karmen figured was her former wife, now "father." Finally there was Dylan, who looked mostly the same other than his slightly darker skin and hair.
Karmen snuck out of her room and approached her parents in this reality. She was gonna ask where the camera was but quickly heard the sounds of a man pounding his wife. She heard the moans and the "fuck yeahs" and immediately backed off. She couldn't even comprehend that. Her former wife was now fucking her former daughter with his dick. "What the hell is my life?" She whispered.
She made her way downstairs and saw the camera on the counter, "Finally!" She ran over to it and grabbed the device. Her joy quickly turned to dismay as she realized that it was still random. Even if she had it, who know how many times she'd need to use it to turn back.
"No. I have to at least try!" Karmen said. She aimed the camera at herself.