A flurry of emotions swirled through Jen’s head. What was she going to do? She turned her parents into giant, sex crazed, monsters just by being near them. She watched helplessly as her father, now second mother, wriggled her long, snake body along the length of her mother’s, now shemale horse, cock. While she, in turn, gently used a massive thumb to tease her spouses new breasts. All Jen could do was watch as her parents pleased one another. Their massive size provided them distance for herself which slowed their transformation, but didn’t stop it. A bump began to form on her mother Helen’s forehead. It was slow, but steady as the bump became more and more pronounced, eventually coming to a point. It became clear to Jen that her mother was growing a horn. Her father Alex, meanwhile, was sporting more feathers under her arms that wear slowly spreading down and out. A second pair of wings were growing Jen suspected. Despite her constant wish for this to not be real, for it to be a dream or a hallucination, Jen knew by now this was very much happening. And, by the time of Helen’s third orgasm over the neighbor’s house, Jen realized that she liked it.
Running over to a giant equine leg, Jen climbed up the brown fur of Helen’s calf. It was hard, but Jen eventually made it to Helen’s knee. While it wasn’t a flat surface, Jen could stand well enough and eyed her goal. Her mother’s black, leathery balls. With the size difference, there wasn’t much Jen could do, and with her father working her mother’s shaft, the obvious target was taken. Reaching out with trembling hands, Jen began to massage her mom’s left testicle. She doubted her mother felt much of anything, but Jen felt a growing need to be involved in the pleasure. What she was doing had to be bringing her mother pleasure, it had to be.
As she worked the skin of Helen’s ball sack, Jen felt a tingling sensation in her arms. She noticed she didn’t need to lean as far out to reach the ball. It was becoming so easy in fact that she was able to reach new areas of flesh. Looking down at her arms Jen realized why. Her arms we’re getting longer. Instead of panicking, Jen was over joyed. She was becoming better equipped to pleasure her mother. The next thing Jen noticed was her top getting tighter. Specifically under her arms. It felt like her upper torso was getting wider. A grinding sensation could be felt in her ribs as she felt a new sensation. Fabric rubbing against her finger tips. But, that wasn’t possible, she was currently cupping her mother’s gargantuan balls. Why was she feeling fabric. Jen probed the fabric, and in doing so, felt her shirt move around on her chest. Looking down at her sides, Jen saw little round numbs poking at the inside of her shirt. “Are those?” Jen asked aloud. Bringing her fingers together, she watched the nubs come to a center point along her shirt at the same time. Yup, she was growing finger out the side of her torso, or more actually, another set of arms as she began to feel fabric along the palms of her hands. As if joyful for her realization, her new arms surged forth pushing out from under her small top and into the sun.
Jen marveled at her new limbs. It was a curious feeling, controlling her new limbs. It felt natural and foreign all at once. But, her curiosity at her new appendages would have to wait, for a loud crunching noise snapped Jen out of her marveling. It appeared that more of her house was being crushed by her mother’s mass, specifically her ass, which had grown outward and flattened the roof even further. With her focus restored, she continued to massage Helen’s skin. A perverse glee filled Jen when her second pair of arms grew long enough to reach the flesh to join in.