As you admire yourself in the mirror, a large booming voice calls down to you,
"C'mon you slut! Park your whore ass down here!"
You turn back to the hall and giggle, that should be insulting, but memories of your new life flood into tell you that it's perfectly normal in this house. You saunter down stairs and walk into the dining room, where the rest of your family sit, unaware of their massive changes. At the head of the table is your father, once a pudgy middle aged pencil pusher, now a black, over 7 foot tall tower of pure mucle. Some of him was still the same, he still ran numbers, just for the line of strip clubs he owned. He currently was working on a few papers on the side, working on one of his favorite clubs. Said club was where both you and your mother were employed, working as two of your father's best dancers, and best picks for the ... side services. Personality wise, he was still the same kind father you knew, just with the perversion cranked up past 1000. He was leaning over a few papers, before looking up,
"Hello there hot little honey, your mother's still in the kitchen, but that skank should out soon, in the mean time, come join your sister for a pre meal snack."
You give a gleeful moan as you know what he means, getting on your knees and under the table. Under there was your little sister, changed into a smaller version of you. She was a few feet shorter, with far smaller breasts compared to you, but still looking enormous on her tiny frame. Her hair was a cascading river of black curls on top and the left one side, and interesting twinning cornrows on the right, all pooling right on top of her huge ass. She wore a neon blue sling bikini and a near non existant latex microskirt, with similar gold chained percinings and jewelry. Her face had heavy neon blue glittery makeup, from here eyes to her lips, horizontal neon blue highlights in her hair.
She was crouched down, feet on the floor, knees in the air as she was inhaling your father's monster cock. It looked love a second leg, so big that it was scrapping the bottom of your sisters stomach, her gag reflex, much like your, had long since been non existant. You crawled forward, watching as sour sisters through and belly visibly bulged, her tounge out and licking the length as she bobbed back and forth, her eyes nearly rolled back in bliss.
Eventually l, you here a low grunt as a torrent of cum blasts into you sisters mouth. She does a good job swollowing the load, but some if it shoots out her nose as her belly boats further out untill in big in to push her tits up. She soon slides off your father's cock with a pop, a big goofy, slutty grin on her face as she waddle aside, giving you access to the still hard behemoth. You giggle in glee and strick the same pose as your sister, you tiny shorts audibly straining as you perch right next to the cock, lick your lips and wolf it down. The taste is both orgazmic and familiar at the same time, you remeber now the taste of countless cock, but daddy's was always a favorite. Waistting no time, you work it like the champion whore you are, this time taking it all the way down to the hilt, and playing with his massive balls for good mesure. You suck and work hard as you can, trying your best to pleasure daddy as much as possible, enraptured by the taste. A small part of you wonders what your old cock would have tasted like, but give it's small size, you doubt it would be all that apatizing. Eventually, you here a familar grunt, and quickly move back so only the head was in your mouth. Your sister might of lost out on tasting her bounty but you won't.
A torrent of jizz floods your mouth as you gobble it down, tounge lashing out to experience as much flavor as possible. Before, this might have been the worst thing you've ever had in your mouth, but now? It is a euphoric, Creamy nectar so sublime that you cum on the spot, making you regret your previous life for never trying something so glorious as creampie.
It keeps going as you moan through a prolonged orgazim, your belly in fatigue into a nice round pouch as you lick daddy's head to get as left over spurts as possible. Suddenly you hear the door open to the side, and know it's your mother, so you quickly free your father's cock and scramble to your seat at the table.
As soon as you sit, you see your new mother, a amazon of a Latino woman, just a half foot shorter than your father, with assets twice your already gargantuan size. She was cover in slutty tatoos, with twice the number of piercings and jewelry as you, with heavy makeup on a inhumanly gorgeous face. She looked like a more latin, older you with one glaring diffrence.
Before you made your swaps, you mother was pregnant in her third trimester and looked it, now she looked about ready to burst with at least 4 or 5 kids, even if she was still at the same gestational period. That seemed right with your current family, but that got you thinking. Your current self and family would certainly be open with early pregnancies, and you certainly find yourself in love with the idea of being a super slutty broodmother. So why weren't you ready to bear with your own young? Why not your sister? You remeber that neither of you are sterile, and both of you have certainly had enough sex by now to be young mothers.
If you had to guess, it was probably because the chronivac just changed the realities of current lives, not make new ones. You'd have to test this when you got back to your room, but change or no change, you were certainly going to have a bun in that oven eventually, preferably soon.
Your mother walks in with plates of lesanua for everyone, yours might he a slutty family but it did enjoy nore family dinners. There were a few diffrences, only your father had a drink, a big jug a juice. After all your sister and you already got your drinks, and your father needed to stay hydrated, no beer as he didn't want to he drunk while running those numbers. As for your gravid mother, she'd get her drink after finishing the meal.
The meal goes on with a normal happy family, minus all the small talk off all the sex each has had recently. You and your sisters stomachs quick returned to normal, your metabolism being higher than normal, allowing both of you to finish your meals.
After cleaning the dishes, your mother happly saunters over for her drink, as your sister follows, hoping to join the family time. This leaves you with a question, join them or go back up,
Decisions decisions ...