The Millers are a family of five, living in the suburbs of the town. The father Adam Miller, is well into his forties, as is his wife Lucy. They have kept in fairly good shape and are both white, and white-collar. This has allowed them to send their two oldest children out of town to a good college, and now those prodigal youths are visiting for a weekend dinner.
They sit around the dining room table as Lucy Miller spoke about her day. Her hair is more silver than blonde now, but she still has the figure that had lead her childrens' friends to call her a MILF more than once. She works at that, and although this is just a family dinner, she is nonetheless dressed to the nines in a form-fitting black dress that emphasized her breasts and hips. She is talking about this new grocery store in town "All-One Grocery", some hippy place with a world peace spiel written on the walls.
Adam Miller appreciates that his wife still looks good, even if he's been too busy to quiet keep up. He's got a slight potbelly and distinguished salt and pepper hair only now beginning to thin. He keeps himself clean-shaven and is exceptionally tall beside his average height wife. He is saying that he may not agree with their politics, but those hippies know where to get the best beef that's for sure.
His oldest child scoffs. Lily Miller is studying some hippy liberal subjects at school he knows, and Lucy insists it is useful, even if Adam doesn't get it. She's taller than Lucy and was quite the athlete in high school. She's still got the lean body of a runner, even if she's mostly transitioned to spending her time with some "service fraternity" helping the homeless. Adam figures that is a good thing, in theory. She mentions that a lot of these fancy groceries are actually worse for the environment than the cheap ones.
The middle child, David Miller, is a broad-shouldered jock. Adam always says he takes after his old man, but in truth, David is broader than Adam ever was. He has a partial soccer scholarship and is very involved with a fraternity. A little too involved for Adam's taste given he came out last year. All those young men cooped up, a little suspicious. Not that Adam has anything against his son or homosexuals, just that he imagines it would be extremely distracting and unsanitary. David is pointing out now that most meat is raised on corn in the United States and Adam no longer knows how his family got on this subject.
The youngest child, Leah Miller, is eighteen. She is the apple of her father's eye. Never as athletic as her siblings, Adam is convinced she is a genius. She's relatively plain, with dark hair like Adam, and is average height like Lucy. She wears thick glasses and just a few days ago took first prize in a robotics competition for building an automated street cleaning robot. She'd gotten her nose pierced a little before, in a fit of rebellion, and been frustrated when Lucy complimented her on it and her father hadn't mentioned it. She is saying that corn was an ideal biofuel material.
The meal is starting well, by all appearances, and they are sitting closer together as the mashed potatoes and pork chops are shared out. The older kids have wine (even if Lily is only 20), and Adam offers a toast. "The the tightest, closest family in the whole town, no, America." The response is a slight laugh from everyone else and then they each take a forkful of food and dig in.
The taste is indescribable. Something in this meal, simple and unassuming, is divine, impossible in flavor. Leah says so and her mother blushes but doesn't stop eating. They are all eating faster, shoveling food into their mouths and getting more from the communal plates. As they do they push their chairs closer together, to better reach the center of the table.
They eat ravenously, rubbing shoulders now, shivering against each other. Lily and Adam reach out in unison for food, her left hand, his right hand, not noticing how synchronized they are, how the motions match. They scoot chairs closer together, now pressing legs together to form a long bench. They are pressing against each other grabbing more food in a rhythm of clattering metal on china.
Then they move closer together, pressing inward, something giving way that they do not notice until David has disappeared. Shoulders and arms are fusing, their bodies mashing together like so much clay, joining muscle, fat, skin, hair. Davids' head disappears with a strained gurgle, but still, they eat and press closer together, polishing off the mashed potatoes as Leah's glasses fall and clatter on the table, her entire body absorbed into the others. It is only a matter of time before Lily disappears and Lucy and Adam's cheeks meet and begin to fuse. Their mouths become one, their vision swimming as their eyes come together and they finish the last pork chop and stand, towering, broad-shouldered and clothed in a mish-mash of garments.
The Millers, no longer certain what thought is whose, have become one being. Six foot six, with hair that is streaked blonde, black, grey, they are androgynous. Three rows of breasts run down their chest and two sets of muscular arms bracket them, one masculine, the other feminine. They wear a dress shirt over a black dress, with converse on their feet. Lifting the bottom of the skirt they see that they have a multitude there. Two uncut cocks, heavy sack with four balls churning, half-covering three distinct slits. They are all the best parts of the family and are all-one.
They scream and scream and scream until...