Olivia couldn't help grinning as Paul - or rather Paula - went to greater lengths to charm 'Daddy'. She was puffing her thick lips out, widening her soft eyes, and even flitting the cheerleading skirt that barely covered her fat bubble butt. Seeing such a feminine display from her former macho husband was just too good: something she couldn't ignore for what little time she expected herself to have for this. The consequences of her decisions in this new reality definitely didn't set in yet...
The former mother rubbed her chiseled chin clad with stubble as if in deep thought. In reality, she had already determined how to spend her night. "You can..."
Paula's face beamed as her dimples grew prominent.
"...on the condition that I come to watch my baby girl practice." Olivia finished with a chuckle. She always wanted to be in Paul's shoes whenever he called Emily that, and now she finally could! Not to mention the dynamic was directly twisted with Paul himself being at the receiving end of such fatherly affection!
Speaking of, her face was now in an adorable, agitated pout as she stomped her dainty foot on the ground. "Aw, c'mon daddyyyyyy! That's, like, soooo embarrassing!" She whined, her golden locks swishing about. Olivia rubbed her own head as she considered the loss of her own stylish hair - one of the bigger losses of her transformation.
While she thought on this, Becca popped in after covering her phone with her other hand. "Listen to your father, sweetie. Don't you want to show him how talented you are?"
Paula glanced between her 'parents', letting out a resigned huff. "You'd better watch all my moves then, daddy." She wagged her finger, trying to be serious. It fell short as Olivia couldn't stop smiling, both by being physically taller and muscular compared to Paula, but also by her continually acting as the antithesis to Paul. Paula didn't even wait for an answer as she swished around and began sashaying her fat ass and wide childbearing hips towards the garage, pulling her phone out between her sizable tits and bra.
Olivia grinned as she followed suit. Well, tried to at least before being stopped by soft flesh pressing up against her side: Her new wife's massive tits. The mother-turned-father's new appendage grew as she faced the somewhat aged woman. "Please try to pay attention this time, dear. She doesn't show it, but she wants you to feel proud about her cheerleading." Becca insisted. Her voice wasn't harsh, but still had an air of seriousness around it.
"I promise," Olivia stated without hesitation, pushing Becca's red hair to the side and giving her a kiss. She knew their relationship wasn't truly real, but she had always been a bit of a romantic...might as well give a wife what she wanted. Something that Olivia often craved for every time Paul left and came back to the house.
The former young man blushed, moving her arms around Olivia's waist...
"Mommy, where are my chicken fingies?!?" Eric cried, pounding his arms in the high chair.
Becca sighed and rolled her eyes a little - all with a large grin to show she didn't take the interruption too poorly. Kids will be kids, she thought. "Alright then, I'd better get things settled with Eric. See you later, baby!"
She gave one last peck on the cheek Becca's own fat ass walked away into the other room, beginning to baby her girlfriend-turned-son.
With that Olivia was off to see her new daughter perform...but would the camera cause any issues in this plan?