Excitement and arousal had such a fine line. One so easily related to the other, more so than ever after Carmen's incredible gift, though Stacy was confident she'd be just as happy to see her wonderful girlfriend... girlfriends, she reminded herself, with or without the impossibly erotic augmentations to their bodies. They just made everything better for everyone involved. Carmen most of all.
A blurry set of memories told Stacy just what her ex-employee had been through. Losing a father, living in poverty, studying day and night while working just to eat... she would gladly suffocate whatever god decided to put her through all that. But now, Carmen had both her and Rachel, and a book to make sure nothing so horrible happened to her or her family ever again. Not that she should need it for that purpose when her life was so glamorous.
Stacy pulled up into the driveway of a wonderful suburban home. It wasn't hers, though she hoped to have one someday with Carmen, their kids, a couple dogs and maybe a cat. She rubbed circles over her belly and chuckled; it'd need to be bigger than this house. One or two, even as low as four children with Carmen didn't seem possible. Not that she wanted it to be. The thought of swelling so beautifully fecund all from her love's seed made her want more.
That could wait. Tonight was a simple date, just the three of them at dinner, talking and enjoying one another's company. Sex would happen, an inevitability when Carmen was involved, but later, when they were all romanced by the atmosphere and each other. Stacy tapped the steering wheel to distract her from the yearning in her loins, then made the journey from her car to the door.
Difficult as it was with breasts larger than beach balls, a similar ass, and hips that spilled over into the passenger seat - luckily she didn't drive stick - she enjoyed every moment. This was all Carmen's doing, her desired form for her, and she'd be a fool to deny how much it suited her. Even back in college, people claimed she looked motherly, now her figure screamed that to the world. Her curves settled down as she knocked on the door.
"No! You're staying here!" A shrill voice shouted through the barrier.
"It's only for the night," Carmen said.
"We'll have her back before you go to bed," Rachel added.
"Nooo!"
The door opened and there stood beauty in all its excessive glory. Along with a blonde girl latched onto a leg and looking up with the most adorably outraged pout Stacy had seen. Her eyes were accusing, unnervingly so, like a hardened detective staring right through every lie. In that situation, Melody looked beyond the obstructing mountains Stacy sported.
"She's mine!" The little girl yelled.
"Melody," Alicia groaned, coming up from behind, "Hi, Stacy. Sorry about this."
"No, it's alright," Stacy crouched down, biting back the groan from her knees squishing deep into her breasts, "I'm not taking her from you, Melody. Promise, it's only dinner."
"But she won't play with me if you go out."
"She will, just later. Your sister works really hard at school and takes really good care of you and us. Doesn't she deserve to be pampered every now and then?"
"I guess. Can't I come with you?" Melody's grip relaxed, though she remained locked around Carmen's leg.
"It'll be so boring," Carmen interjected, dropping down to be level with her. Like with Stacy, her breasts squished up against her thighs, but it also made her ass stand out all the more, "Plus it's a French restaurant, they only serve snails."
"Eww," Melody's expression soured.
"And besides," Carmen leaned in close, "Who's gonna watch the house and mom if we're both out? I'm relying on you to keep everything spick and span, Supergirl."
"Okay," Melody finally let go and stood up, backing away. Even crouched low, Carmen was eye level with the girl. Being so close to her only exaggerated just how tall the futa was as she stood up. None of them were anyway close to her chin, not Alicia, not Stacy. Certainly not Rachel, who appeared to have changed dramatically since their last meeting. She wouldn't bring it up there, since neither Melody nor Alicia would know.
That was part of the true beauty behind Carmen's power; no one but a select few knew when its power was at work. Anyone transformed had a life that reflected their new self, sometimes that meant a supportive relationship, or far more physical alterations in extreme cases, from clothes to houses. Because of it, despite her enormous curves, Stacy's co-workers and acquaintances behaved as if she'd always been so voluptuous. Even though she still often bumped into them and spilled milk thanks to her much improved production.
Mel certainly didn't seem to mind. Things weren't even awkward between them, like her brief lover was content to have spent even a fraction of her life with Stacy and, though it sounded bad even in her head, she more than understood. If given the chance, she'd happily fuck a copy of herself. Unless it was a choice between the clone and Carmen, then the latter always took precipice.
"I'll go get ready," Carmen said and gestured for her to come in. When Stacy was in range, she whispered, "Thanks for helping. Melody can be a handful sometimes."
"It's nothing. Good practice for the future." Again, a hand strayed to her belly, knowing full well several embryos developed day by day. They wouldn't know just how many until much later, though she could wait. Just the sensation and knowledge that she was steadily becoming a true mom was enough for her.
"I like your thinking," Carmen kissed her cheek, then quickly sauntered upstairs. Her two lovers moved into the living room, taking the couch. Hips squished together, Stacy finally took in the redhead's latest alterations, a twinge of desire smouldering as she did. It was like her own body squished into a far shorter form, with double the breasts.
"Sorry, I shouldn't stare," Alicia said, joining them in a loveseat. She seemed to unconsciously make room for another, but after so many years as a widow, she must've gotten used to sitting normally. Did that mean a new partner was in the mix?
"It's okay," Rachel chuckled, "It's hard not to, right?" She referred to her double cleavage, on full display in her unbelievably stretched shirt, the fabric taut around her front, cut perfectly to end just at her waist. Her ensemble changed into a mini-skirt at that point, or perhaps it was designed to reach ankles, pushed up and out to the point that it became miniature. The only thing keeping her cocks decent were the glossy tights, which kept them pinned to either thigh. And knees, Stacy noted upon looking further down.
"I've heard of people born with extra nipples, but I never thought someone had four breasts. Nevermind ones so big." Alicia struggled to keep her eyes away from the redhead's chest and fidgeted in her seat a bit more than someone merely uncomfortable would, "They must really hurt your back."
