Ty rode in the passenger seat as Juanita drove her lowrider through the slums and city streets with a comfort and familiarity. Their journey home took over an hour, as she would stop to talk with various street vendors, vagrants and prostitutes who all knew her and regarded her fondly. As they waited at a stoplight, Mexican rap music blasted from the car speakers and she tapped the dashboard with her the red nails on her engorged fingers. Juanita spotted two young women crossing the street holding hands and scoffed in disgust. Clearly this was a leftover flaw from her old personality, but Ty leveled his gaze on her and her expression relaxed into a knowing smile. As they drove on, her eyes followed a young latina in short shorts and a red top. "Mmm-mmm, I just ate and I'm already hungry again," she said with a lewd smile. "Hey mamita, what say we go for a little ride, I'll teach you more than dem school books, eh?" The girl looked horrified and hurried away, but Juanita just cackled. "Poor girl don't know she's missing. Still, be nice to have something like that waiting at home." Ty agreed, and soon they had several significant changes waiting for them at the house.
As they pulled into the driveway, which now belonged to a large Spanish-style bungalow. Juanita parked next to an old Ford truck and hoisted herself out of the car. "Oh dios mio," she said, steadying herself against the car door. She then stopped for a moment, looking disoriented, then fearful, and Ty could tell her old personality was fighting its way to the surface. He smiled with amusement as she examined her enormous frame, giant breasts and garish outfit with growing alarm. "What in heavens," she gasped, turning to her altered surroundings. "Is something wrong, Juanita," Ty said, putting a hand on her shoulder. She paused for a moment and her new persona dominated once more. "Ooo sorry hon, I guess that meal caught up with me there. I tell ya, it's not easy keepin' this impressive figure." She slapped her ponderous stomach for emphasis, and waddled up the patio and inside.
The interior had changed accordingly with her new personality. The walls were lined in red velvet and bore large paintings of nude women, classic cars and the two together. All the furniture was reinforced for her girth, including the leopard print sofa she sank into now. She took a deep breath and let loose a loud resounding belch, as if to make her arrival known. As if on cue, two young minimally clad women appeared at the top of the stairway in excitement. Markie and Dusty were now Maria and Destiny, Juanita's two very attentive live-in home attendants.
"Oooo Mama's home," Destiny shrieked clapping her hands all the way down the stairs. The transition for her had of course not been a tremendous leap. She still sported the large cut-off clad rear, big pouting lips and flowing blonde mane. Juanita had seen her whoring outside Paco's when she was seventeen, acted as her pimp for a couple years, and then hired her on for herself after she won the lottery.
Maria descended the stairs with sly composure. She was slimmer than Markie, but still boasted thick healthy thighs, a sexy potbelly and proportionate posterior, and a nice rounded face and slight second chin. She wore purple spandex shorts and a vinyl see-thru top that left nothing to Juanita's lustful imagination. She had been Juanita's hairdresser and occasional hook-up for years. She had gained some weight from the all the fattening meals she prepared, and Juanita would see to it that it continue.
The two girls gathered around their mistress, Maria massaging her shoulders and Destiny rubbing her belly. "Come Juanita," Maria said after a moment. "We have the bath ready for you as requested. Let's get you in while it's still warm." After some coaxing they got her to her feet and led her down the hall. Maria turned to Ty before exiting. "There's dessert on the counter, sweety. Don't wait up, you hear?" She laughed heartily and disappeared into the bathroom.
The bathtub took up half the room on account of Juanita's mass. The room was filled with candles and richly perfumed with patchouli. Destiny removed her checkered shirt and top while Maria slowly peeled off her jeans with some considerable effort. She lifted up her gut to pull down her thong, letting her massive bush be in full bloom. They lowered her in and the water quickly rose, spilling at the sides. Juanita settled and closed her eyes as her two wonderful servants washed her hair, sponged every fold, and gave her body little sensual kisses throughout. Halfway through Maria and Destiny met in the middle and began kissing each other, than stripping down completely as their passion increased. Juanita watched intently, rubbing herself and breathing heavily. The two girls then sat down beside her, each sticking two fingers inside her vagina and twisting her grape-sized nipples. Again, June's old personality fought to regain control, screaming inside that this was wrong. She was a respected attractive business woman, not this bloated slave to indulgence. And somewhere inside these two shameless harem girls were her loving husband and son. She had to escape...she had to...oohhh!!! The water rippled as she orgasmed, sending another tidal wave over the rim. Maria and Destiny giggled, kissing each of Juanita's round cheeks. Juanita smiled, memories of her old family buried once again. With her two insatiable vixens and upstanding foster son, what better family could she have?