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In the months following the initial outbreak of the Proteus Strain, the military and government kept a tight lid on what happened to the ground zero city. Media was kept tight lipped, and precious few details were released. In time, the media focused their attention elsewhere, and the world moved on. The military designated the city "Site A", but its residents had adopted the new name "Tiresias".

The military maintained the quarantine, but as time went on, they devoted less and less of their manpower to maintaining it. It was only a matter of time until the virus spread. The suburbs surrounding the city were no longer safe.

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I grumbled at my little brother, swatting him with a rolled up newspaper as if he were some sort of misbehaving puppy. "Goddamnit, Ryan, I told you to get out of my room, you stupid little creep!" I swung the newspaper furiously at him, chasing him out and slamming the door behind him.

He shouted at me through the door, "You're such a bitch, Leanne! I'm going to tell mom and dad you were beating me up!" I let out a shout of teenaged rage and threw the newspaper at the wall.

That stupid, no good little pervert. He was always snooping around my room, getting into drawers and then humiliating me in front of our parents. He'd showed them the love letters from my first boyfriend, the dirty magazines I'd gotten from a friend, the little baggie of pot I'd gotten just to try it. Hell, he'd even found my vibrator once, and practically threw it at our parents. Each time, I got in trouble. Each time, they sided with him, because he's the baby of the family, even though he was just a year younger than me. Each time he got into my room, bad things happened.

Good thing our parents were out of town for the weekend. They were off at a stupid science conference for Actaeon Labs. Something about genetic enhancements, wonderdrugs, whatever the hell they rambled on and on about during dinner. That is, when they were home for dinner. Most of the time they stayed late at their lab, leaving me at home, alone with my twerp of a little brother.

I lay down on my bed and grumbled about how unfair life was, and before I knew it, I was fast asleep.

I awoke not long afterwards, at the sound of my door opening. Oh great, twerp alert! I groggily got up from the bed, and grabbed the nearest object, a CD case for some new popular band I could never get in to. I chucked it towards the door and shouted, "Get out of my room, Ryan!" The case flew and busted apart against the wall, completely missing its intended target.

When I rubbed my eyes, clearing them of sleep, and opened them again, I expected him to be gone. Instead, my eyes opened on him standing in front of me, head bowed in shame. I heard little snuffles, and looked around for a moment before I realized they were coming from him. Was he... crying?

A moment of concern passed through me, but it was quickly gone. "That's not going to work. Go. Git," I glared at him, trying to shoo him away.

He remained still for a minute, and then the sniffling died down. He looked up at me and whispered, "I think I need to go to the hospital, Leanne..."

"Hah! Wassamatter, poor baby fall and get a boo-boo?" I said in baby talk. He looked away again, and more tears started flowing. I sighed, the responsible person in me taking over as I put a hand softly on his shoulder. "All right, I'm sorry. What's wrong?"

It took him another moment to respond. Finally, after a long pause, he looked up at me, and opened up his button-down shirt, revealing his chest. "I have tits!" he shouted, so loud that I practically flinched back.

I stared. Stare. Stare. Stare. His chest, which only hours ago I'm sure was absolutely normal for a teenage boy, now looked absolutely normal for a teenage girl. Which he was not. I stared some more.

My eyes shot between his breasts and his face. Not knowing what to think of it. "This is some kind of joke, right? You've just got a pair of fake knockers on, playing a prank on me, right?"

He reached out and grabbed my hand, forcing it against one of them. "Do these FEEL fake?" he said. At least he didn't shout this time. I felt. They were soft and supple, yet firm and rather perky. The nipples felt like two tiny diamonds, I almost felt like retracting my hand in fear of cutting myself. I reached out with my other hand, feeling his other breast.

Bending down, I inspected his chest thoroughly. No seams, no lines of any kind. Heck, it even looked like he had a bit of a tan. Finally, I gave up, and let go of his new endowments, albeit grudgingly. "Yep. Those are breasts all right."

I sat down on the bed and invited him to sit next to me, which he did. I sat indian style, leaning on a pile of pillows at the head, while he sat at the foot, his legs hanging over the edge. Come to think of it, he did look a bit shorter too. We'd been pretty even in height, but now he looked smaller than me. His face also had a bit of a feminine tinge to it, or maybe it was my imagination.

"So what happened? You been taking hormones or something?" I asked, looking him up and down.

He closed his shirt and shook his head, "Of course not. You saw me earlier today. Did I look like this then?"

Right. Stupid question. "Well then, what happened? People just don't spontaneously sprout breasts like broccoli or something!"

"I... don't know," he said, looking more worried than ever. Then a sudden comprehension dawned over him. "Wait, I know! The other day, before mom and dad left for the science thing, I was kinda snooping around in their room."

"Why doesn't that surprise me?" I grumbled.

He shot a spiteful look at me and continued on, "I was looking for Christmas presents, y'know? Anyway, I saw this one vial of stuff, sitting on their suitcase. It looked kind of interesting. I figured it might be that miracle drug they're always going on about. So I popped it open." I cringed a little, even I'm not that dense. It could have been bubonic plague or some other weird disease. "I took a whiff, but it wasn't that great, so I was closing it back up, and I got a little on my hands."

I sighed, exasperated. "Well then duh... Sounds like it's just a crappy side effect of whatever drug that was... Maybe it'll go away in the morning?" I tried to sound hopeful, but he looked doubtful. "Well if it doesn't go away by morning, we'll go to the doctor. How does that sound?" I added quickly, "Before mom and dad get home," that way neither of us would get in trouble. If it wasn't serious, anyway.

"Well... all right then," he nodded. "But let me sleep in here? My covers feel kind of itchy." He scratched at his arm, giving me the impression his clothes were just as itchy.

I considered it for a moment, "Fine, fine. On one condition, though."

"Anything!"

"You sleep in some of my pajamas. I don't want your crappy clothes stinking up my room." He looked a little taken aback, so on a kindler note I added, motioning at his scratching, "Besides, I have a pair that maybe isn't so itchy."

"I-," he started, then stopped and nodded his head. "Yeah. All right." It should have surprised me that he'd give in so easily. A lot of things should have surprised me today, but they didn't.

I slid off the bed and went to my dresser, picking out a good pair of pajamas. I tried to find something not so feminine, but in my wardrobe that was an impossibility, so I settled on the next best thing. I picked out a plain white camisole top, with white pajama bottoms, though they had little pink hearts on them and tossed them his way, along with a pair of white, lacy boyshorts. "Undies too. If you're sleeping in my room, it'll be under my rules."

He nodded solemnly, and hurried out of the room. While he was gone, I quickly got into my own pajamas, a light peach tank top with black pajama pants. As I was climbing into bed, Ryan knocked on the door and entered, with his head down. He looked good. Scratch that, he looked downright sexy. I think his bust had actually grown a little bit, because he filled out the camisole very well.

He seemed embarrassed, and looked away. I picked my jaw up off the floor, and waved him over. "C'mon then Ryan, hop in," I motioned to an empty part of the bed next to me. "Just like old times," I said, remembering back to our childhood, before we'd become enemies we were practically best friends, doing everything together.

He looked hesitant for a moment, but complied. I lifted the blankets for him and he settled in. We remained apart from one another, the awkwardness of this whole situation still fresh in our minds... I flipped off the light and we went to bed.

As we were drifting off to sleep, I could have sworn I spotted a pair of long, pointed ears on Ryan's head... but it must have been a trick of the light, I told myself.

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The warm morning rays are what finally woke me. No, wait... my room wasn't facing the sunrise. I moved my arms ever so slightly. Just enough to realize Ryan and I were spooning, and I was the big spoon. Ryan felt so warm against my chest, with my breasts pressed up against his back. I realized with some amount of trepidation that I was cupping one of his breasts.

Gingerly I released my grip and tried to pull away, but stopped dead in my tracks. The very millisecond I began to move my body, I felt an alien sensation. It felt... hard. There was a distinct feeling of rock hardness coming from, I gasped a little bit at the realization, my crotch. I knew without looking that I had a cock.

Ryan must have felt or heard me, because he started moving around as well. I heard him yawn and then say, "Hey sis... what're you poking me with?"

I immediately pulled away from him, making me almost painfully aware of my erection as it swung along with me. I threw off the covers and shouted in alarm, which in turn made my brother spin around to see what was wrong. We both stared in silence. Stare. Stare. Stare.

It wasn't just that I had a penis. It wasn't just that it was black. But it was also jutting up out of my pajama bottoms a good half a foot. We stared a little longer. "I have a cock," I announced, and immediately felt stupid for saying. Well hello Captain Obvious!

Ryan gave it an experimental poke on the side. I felt the whole shaft tense up just a little, and I couldn't help but bite my lower lip a little. It felt good. "Yes... yes you do," he said, sounding just as stupid as me.

I glanced down at him and gave a chuckle, "I guess I'm not the only one." He too was sporting morning wood, though he didn't seem nearly as well endowed as I was. His breasts hadn't changed, they were still just as fully and sexy as they were last night, although mine felt awfully heavy. I glanced down, realizing they were straining at my tank top.

Staring down at my cleavage also made me realize something... something I was shocked we hadn't noticed yet. I looked over at my brother, then down at myself again. We were both covered in fur! I felt my chest, feeling the new fur covering our bodies. It felt silky smooth, and soft. Better than skin could ever fee, I would have hazarded. Ryan noticed my confusion, and immediately inspected himself as well.

My fur seemed to be a dusky black in color, with white along my chest, breasts, belly, and, it would seem, my left foot. Ryan seemed to be entirely white. Even his hair, short and curly as it was, was now as pure as the driven snow. My hair, naturally being black, seemed untouched. Not only that, but we both seemed to have cat-like, triangular ears protruding from the upper sides of our heads. I was immensely confused until I saw a long, white tail swish out from behind Ryan. Only then did I notice the alien, although strangely comforting, feeling of my own tail behind me.

We kept the silence, both of us inspecting ourselves, and giving the other furtive, curious glances from time to time. Once we'd practically gone over every inch of ourselves (I noticed that somehow the tattoo of a dove I'd gotten on my hip the previous year was still there, in a little patch of white fur surrounded by the black), I had to be Captain Obvious again. "So. We're cats?"

Ryan nodded, matter-of-factly. "We're cats."

Eager to get our entire idiocy behind us, I pointed down at my crotch. "So... you're a boy. Were a boy, I guess. How do you get rid of this?"

He looked down at my crotch, and then at his own. "Usually it'll go away... but sometimes I speed up the process," he whispered, as if afraid someone else would hear him.

"What, like masturbating?" I asked. He nodded, and I looked resolutely down at my black penis, still harder than Chinese calculus. "Show me," I said, turning to him and sitting Indian syle.

"Uhm," he said, hesitating for a moment before I quickly pulled off his pajama pants for him, leaving him laying on the bed in his cute little tank top and boyshorts. His cock, just as black as mine (in fact the only non-white part of his body), was at least bigger than my last boyfriend's, but still nothing compared to me now. He looked embarrassed by that fact. He carefully pushed the underwear down just enough to free the rest of his length. His woody shot upwards like a rocket preparing for take-off.

"You just do this, Leanne, watch," he said, taking a firm grip around the shaft and then stroking it up and down. Of course, I knew how boys masturbated; I just wanted to see him do it. He seemed too distracted though, or too embarrassed. It reminded me of the time, back when we were inseparable best friends, when we first played "I'll show you mine if you show me yours." He was so cute, with his cheeks so flushed up from embarrassment, both then and now.

In fact, ever since last night I was constantly being reminded of our childhood. When we'd play games like tag, cops & robbers (I was always the cop), or house. House was our favorite. I'd play the mommy, but since he was younger than I was, he'd be the daddy, though he also subbed in for the baby at times as well. I'd push him around in a stroller, feed him toy bottles and such, and we'd have a grand old time. Something about him just made me return to that time, and bring back a little something extra.

"Now, now, does mommy have to teach you everything?" I said, chastising as I took his hand from his shaft and gripped it myself. "You need to add a bit of flair, a bit of enticement. Here, let mommy take care of this for you," I pinched Ryan's cheek with my free hand and then turned my attention back down to his manhood. He seemed somewhat shocked at my sudden change in demeanor, and I thought I should be too, but it was just natural.

I took my thumb and rubbed it up against the head of his cock, lightly running it across the crown as I continued to stroke it. With my other hand I rubbed the sensitive underside of the head, and flicked it ever so gently with the edge of my finger. Ryan seemed to be in heaven, so I continued to work the shaft and head. As I did so, I carefully and slowly moved until I was sitting between his legs.

I could see his furry body shivering, with his cute little white ears pressed tight against his head. He ever so lightly bit his lower lip, and clenched his eyes shut. "Does mommy make it feel good?" His head tilted in affirmative, and I giggled to myself as I continued rubbing and flicking.

Precum leaked from the tip ever so slowly. I gathered it up on my fingers and used it as lubricant. And the smell oozing from his crotch was just divine. It smelt musky, yes, but also fruity. I caught the distinct waft of strawberries. I wondered if it would taste like strawberries as well. I let one hand drift away from its duties to stabilize myself as I bent down and gave the little underside a experimental lick, scooping up a heavy drop of precum. Not quite strawberries, but it was certainly sweet and fruity, along with the saltiness I remembered. It was one of the best tasting things I'd ever tried.

Hungrily, I bent down again, kissing and licking the tip of his manhood. He gave a yelp of surprise, but otherwise said nothing. I took the big, plump head into my mouth, sucking up all the juices I could while stroking the shaft at the same time with my hand. My tongue raced around his dick, playing with the hole, and paying particular attention to the sensitive parts all along the edges.

It wasn't long until my mouth began exploring more and more of his delicious cock. I bobbed my head up and down on it, going steadily, and hungrily, downwards. I felt the tip touch the back of my throat, and then without any gagging it pushed its way down into my esophagus. Then suddenly his hot, juicy, ever-so-slightly. I looked up at him, slightly confused, mouth still full of cock. There was a rumble coming from his throat. He was purring, and the vibrations were running down his body!

I kept going, lovingly sucking, licking and stroking. This went on for another minute or so, when I heard little gasps escaping Ryan's mouth. He gripped the sheets of the bed and clenched his eyes tight, a look of supreme pleasure on his face. I could feel his orgasm building, so I pulled the dick out just enough to keep the tip inside.

All at once, he let out moan, which rose in volume into a scream that sounded like an alley cat. A mere second later cum erupted from his penis, splattering against the back of my throat. I hungrily gulped it all down. The cum kept coming, and I lapped it all up as quickly as I could. It tasted fruity, like pineapple or banana...

Soon his cock was twitching and deflating, trying to spurt more of the delicious semen, but none came out. I cleaned up his crotch of the excess cum, then pulled myself over top of Ryan and kissed him, pushing a mouthful of it into his mouth. It was just so delicious, I couldn't keep it to myself, could I? He looked alarmed at first, but as soon as it touched his tongue, I could tell he liked it. He gulped down the mouthful and smacked his lips. "My god, Leanne... That was incredible," he finally gasped out after catching his breath.

"Any time lover," I said in a deep, sultry voice and then pulled back, standing on my knees in front of him. Pointing down at my own erection, so hard I'm sure it could have been used to reinforce a building.

"You want me to..." he trailed off, and pointed between his mouth and my cock. I thought about it, but then something much more fun occurred to me. Before he could react, I reached down and stripped off his cute little boyshorts. My plan was to make sweet love to his tender little backdoor... that is, it was until I got a good look in between his legs. Just under his white, furry balls, were a pair of pink lips. My little brother has his very own vagina.

It made sense, of course. He already had a lovely pair of tits, and I had a cock... so I should have expected it. Seeing it there was a different matter entirely. I grinned mischievously, and he looked slightly confused, not altogether sure what was going on. When I gingerly touched his new lips, however, he got a look of absolute shock on his face.

"I-, I have a," he stammered, cutely.

I nodded, and finished the sentence for him, "A pussy. Guess I got that new little sister I'd always wanted." I giggled and he blushed. I played with his lips for another moment, running a finger along the edge in a teasing fashion, just as I did his cock, but now play time's over. I quickly stripped off my pajama pants and panties, letting my full erection finally hit the air. A quick look and inspection of myself revealed my femininity was still fully intact, and that (unlike my brother) I lacked a scrotum. My foot-long manhood simply sprouted out just above the clitoris.

Gripping my black penis tenderly, I fiddled with it, moving it around and feeling the hot stiffness of its muscles extend deep into my body. Then I just couldn't take it anymore. I climbed back overtop of Ryan, and positioned the tip of my cock right at his womanhood. Emotions flooded me. I was going to take my brother's vaginal virginity, along with my own penile virginity. My own brother. My sister. My lover. My sweet, sweet little baby. The impact of what I was about to do overwhelmed me, and my body trembled. I looked down to see similar emotions crossing his face. He was clearly going through the same thing.

We both leaned towards each other and kissed passionately as I thrust myself inside his pussy and breaking his hymen (assuming he even had one). He felt so tight, like trying to fit into a pair of pants three sizes too small. We moaned into each other's mouths and continued kissing, occasionally breaking to pant for breath before going right back at it. Our tongues explored each other's mouth's, into every nook and cranny, memorizing it all.

I kept one hand on the bed for stability, while the other one felt up his tight, toned, silky furred belly. It crept upwards, inching under his tank top and cupped one breast. So supple, so soft and yet firm. It was divine. His hands gripped my waist tightly as I slowly pulled out of his pussy, and then pushed back inside. His insides were so hot, like they were on fire. I imagined I must feel the same way to him. I pulled out again, and pushed back inside as slowly as possible, savoring the feeling of pushing into his tightness.

We broke the kiss to catch our breath, and he murred and purred as I thrust inside again. I leaned down further to tease his neck and shoulders, planting soft kisses on the fur, and just barely scraping his skin with my teeth. It wasn't long before I was purring as well. Both of our bodies were vibrating so exquisitely, in time with one another. I pinched one of his nipples and thrust deeper inside him, until I couldn't go any further. A look of pride swept over both our faces. That's when the real fun began.

Knowing I could go all the way inside, I pulled out half-way and began thrusting my hips. I started slowly at first, but we picked up the pace as we went. Soon we were both moaning and purring like cats in heat. As I thrust faster, he let go of my waist to grab his own breasts in an ecstatic fervor, though my waist was not bare for long, as I felt his legs wrap around me, pulling us closer together. My tail swished and dipped excitedly.

We kissed again, softly, then harder, until we turned into a frenzied flurry of kissing and fucking. We must have been going for a half-hour. How that was possibly, I don't know, but I eventually lost it. I bit my lip, stifling what would have been a house-rattling scream, and with one final, hard, wet thrust, I buried myself as deep inside him as possible and came. And then my body was on fire. The flames of orgasmic passion spread throughout me like waves, pulsing out from my cock. It was unlike anything I'd ever experienced as a woman. My cock erupted, spurting out hot, sticky, and wondrous cum deep in my brother's womb. Over the fire and pounding in my head, I could just barely make out another orgasmic scream come from his lips.

After a moment, I slowly pulled out my softening cock, letting a miniature flood of white fluids seep out from Ryan's poor stretched cunt, and then collapsed next to him. I wrapped my arms around him and held him close, and he did the same with me. We kissed gently as the afterglow of our orgasms washed over us, and eventually dissipated.

We looked in each other's catlike eyes and whispered, in unison, "I love you."

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We awoke an hour later, still in each other's arms. After cleaning up in typical cat fashion (though our cum was cool, it was still deliciously fruity), and a quick shower (we certainly didn't feel like licking every inch of our new bodies to get clean... at least, not yet), we settled in. It was just like playing house while we were kids. I immediately went into "mommy-mode" and began preparing brunch, wearing naught but an apron of course.

While I cooked, Ryan (which I had unconsciously begun to pronounce as "Ree-anne"), who had taken a cute little sundress from my closet, was playfully kissed my neck and back, and teased my tail, pussy and cock, which was already standing at attention. She licked up my pussy juices as they dribbled down my legs, until it was finally time to eat. We had eggs, ham and bacon; I went all out on breakfast. Afterwards I picked out my clothes for the day. Since Ryan went the feminine route, I decided to go the other way, wearing a boy's t-shirt that was surprisingly snug around the chest, and a ruffled miniskirt. Pants didn't seem like a good way to go right now... at least not if we wanted quick access.

We took a short catnap, pun completely intended, around noon, cuddling each other on the couch. Once we awoke, we were again feeling rather randy, so Ryan kneeled on the floor in front of me, carefully peeling my skirt away from my cock as if it were a ticking bomb. She licked her lips and had her mouth just over the tip... when the front door opened.

There stood our parents, staring at us. Stare. Stare. Stare.

"What the hell are you guys doing?! Wha- What happened to you!?" Our dad practically screamed as he stormed inside, followed closely by our mother. We remained frozen and silent for a long moment, and then scrambled to hide my new manhood under the skirt. Ryan sat down on the couch next to me, looking embarrassed. I was not. There was something odd about Mom and Dad... I just couldn't place it yet.

They stared at us some more, we stared back. Our dad, Robert, was middle-aged, and looked it, with balding gray hair and glasses. Our mom, Lily, was slightly younger, and retained much of her young looks with a full head of blonde hair. But there was still something off.

"I knew it," our Mom suddenly chimed in. "They got into it... the Proteus Strain. Robert, I told you we shouldn't have brought that home!"

He suddenly looked guilty, and replied, "I didn't think it would be a problem... If we could just unlock the secrets of the virus, we'd be rich, Lily!"

She shook her head, "Well that's not going to happen now. We've got another outbreak on our hands..."

That's when I saw it. Their ears were slightly furry, and pointed. "You guys are changing too," I commented. They looked alarmed, and then noticed the ears as well.

"Damn!" Robert shouted, for some reason I was having a hard time thinking of him as ‘Dad'. "There must have been a leak in the sample."

Ryan held up a finger and it was her turn to look guilty, "I, ah, kinda spilled some on your bed, and me before you left. I thought I cleaned it up, though."

They both nodded, and Robert said "That might explain it. You had direct exposure, we only got minor amounts..."

Robert and Lily, now I couldn't think of her as ‘Mom' either, sat down on sofa across from us, deep in thought. Then I got an idea. If they were exposed to only minor amounts, perhaps a larger dose would help them transform faster. I quickly whispered my plan to Ryan, and then I got up from the couch and made my way to the kitchen, out of their sight. I hollered back, "I'll make you guys up some lunch!" I began frying up some more eggs, bacon and ham, and while I did so, I reached under my miniskirt and began stroking myself...

I returned to the living room with two plates of food and then two glasses of milk, and passed them over. They dug in quite readily, commenting that they hadn't had anything to eat all morning. After they'd polished off the plates and were gulping down the milk, Lily piped up, saying, "Y'know, I didn't think eggs were supposed to taste quite so... fruity."

"That's funny, I was just thinking the same thing about the milk," Robert remarked.

I smiled, my tail twitching mischievously behind me. It was quite a sight, to see this so-called virus take hold. I'd have to guess that ingestion of cum and other sexual fluids sped up the process more than normal. They sat back on the sofa, eyes closed as if they were taking a quick nap. The first of the changes came slowly, as their bodies shrank in size. They both decreased in height, until they were about five-foot-six. Fat slowly disappeared, and their muscles jerked and twitched as I noticed some real fit definition appearing around their arms, legs and bellies.

Ryan sat next to me, eagerly watching their transformations, with a hard-on visibly tenting her sundress. Lily's body seemed at once to rejuvenate itself, turning back the clock five, ten, twenty, thirty years, until it left her looking like a teenager again, a busty, blonde teenager. I giggled as the same thing happened to Robert, first the clock turned back, and he appeared as a lean teenage boy, then his form feminized. Two large breasts sprouted from his chest, his hips widened, waist slimmed, his short graying hair turned into long blonde curly locks. They looked like twins, in fact.

Then the other changes occurred. Their only slightly pointed ears folded outwards, enlarging and becoming more feline, until they perched on the upper sides of their heads. Brown and white fur started sprouting from their skin all over, brown along the sides and back, white along the belly and at the end of each limb. Their noses first started to upturn, then shrink into a cat's nose, and their face extended ever-so-slightly into a muzzle, just like Ryan's and mine. They began to squirm a little in their sleep, so Ryan and I got up and turned them over a bit, freeing room for their long tails to sprout and grow.

Finally the transformations stopped, leaving them snoozing on the sofa as almost identical twins (almost because Robert had two white blotches in the brown surrounding his eyes, oddly enough in the same shape as his glasses). By that time my grin was so wide I thought the top of my head might just pop off. While they were still out, Ryan and I stripped them down to look at their changes a bit more in depth. Yep, they were identical in every way all right. Both of them sported a black penis, though unlike me, Lily's included a scrotum, as well as an enticing little cunt. Oh the possibilities.

We let them sleep, for now. They could be out for a while. The transformation took its toll on the body, as we already knew. My brother and I passed the rest of the day cleaning house, mostly tossing out any clothes that wouldn't look hot, which basically left my wardrobe, although Lily had some nice selections of sexy lingerie. And that's to say nothing of all the fucking we'd done. On the kitchen counter, in the bathroom, and in our parent's marital bed, few rooms were left unsullied.

It was nearly evening when we heard stirring from the living room. We immediately bound out to be there. Robert and Lily, both naked and both sporting a considerable morning wood were waking up. They caught sight of us and yawned, stretching out. Then they caught sight of each other.

As was common this day, they stared. Stare. Stare. Stare. The realization of what just happened impacted them. Robert tried to stand, his tail twirling angrily, but was caught off guard by his new center of gravity, what with losing about seven inches in height, and gaining D-cups. He slouched back down into the sofa. Instead, he pointed his finger at us angrily and growled, "You did this, didn't you!" Or at least, it would have been a growl normally. In his new body, it sounded like a cute mewl, so girly and feminine that he actually clapped a hand over his mouth once he'd heard himself.

Ryan and I looked proud, and we both nodded. "I figured you needed a little boost in the right direction. So I, shall we say, modified the recipe of your lunch. Added a bit of the secret sauce," I said lustily, reaching under my skirt and pulling out my growing erection.

They both look aghast for a moment, and then Lily spoke up, "Leanne Elizabeth Mars, we are your PARENTS! You can't just... just... cum in our food! It's disgusting!" Though she said it with conviction, I could see them both eyeing my dick with hunger, they were even looking at the tent in Ryan's dress.

I shook my head, and approached them both. They shrunk back a little. "No, you're not. You're not my parents, not anymore. Perhaps genetically. But that's as far as it goes. I'm the master of this house now," my voice was stern, commanding, but I knew there was a hint of childishness behind it. "I am the mommy. Ryan is the daddy. You two," I pointed a finger between them, "are the children now."

Lily shrunk her head, and all but nodded in assent. Robert, however, stood in defiance. Normally he would have towered over me, but now I had a good inch on him. He poked me in the chest with a dainty finger, and said, "No, ma'am. I am still the man of this house, you won't talk to me like that."

I eyed him carefully. "Lily would you be a dear and control your sister, it seem Bobbie here needs a quick lesson in what it means to be the baby of the family." My former father looked somewhat shocked as they did as they were told, each grabbing an arm and pulling him down back down to the couch.

I sat down on top of him stripping off my shirt as I did so, leaving me toppless, and straddled his naked waist. Lily let go and shifted away from us. I looked Bobbie in the eyes and lightly kissed his lips and chin. I pressed our breasts together, both roughly the same size, and remarked. "Now why would you think you're still the ‘man' of this house?" I whispered softly into his ear, and then nibbled it. I could feel his body shudder, hopefully from the pleasure. "I mean, you don't look much like a man anymore, honey." I pulled our breasts away and planted both my hands on his D-cups.

His face flushed. Now we're on to something. I massaged them softly, and he closed his eyes from the pleasure. "Are you my daughter?" I asked, pointedly.

He shook his head and whispered, "No." He always was a strong-willed one. But even when we were normal, if I wanted something bad enough, I'd get it...

I took hold of his nipples and twisted them teasingly, tweaking and twirling them. I asked again. Another "No."

I kissed him again, deeply this time, with my tongue forcing its way into his mouth. He kissed back, albeit hesitantly. When we broke the kiss, I asked again. He opened his mouth to say "No" I'm sure, but before he could get the word out, I grasped his head, and pressed his mouth against my left breast. "Go on, sweetie, I know you want it. Suckle like a good little girl," I ordered down at him.

He struggled for a moment, trying to pry himself away from me, but it was to no avail. A mere few seconds later, I felt suction at my nipple as he took it into his mouth and began to suck. "That's a good girl," I cooed, patting his head reassuringly.

Much to my surprise, however, I felt something build up in my breast, and then felt a sudden release. Without releasing his grip on my nipple, Bobbie coughed once, and then continued to suck. I couldn't believe it, was I lactating? I motioned for Lily to come closer as well, "You too my sweet." She nodded and complied, her soft lips wrapping around my nipple hungrily. Again I felt the subtle build up, and then the sudden release.

I really was lactating, and feeding my new babies with it. I purred happily, and Ryan rubbed my back like a proud parent. She leaned down and whispered, "My my, look at how hungry they are. Maybe if they're good and eat up all their dinner, we'll give them some dessert." I giggled, and kissed her passionately.

Five minutes passed, then ten. Finally, fifteen minutes later, both of my new children released their grips on my breasts. I half-way expected them to feel empty and saggy, but no, they were just as perky and firm as they were before I changed.

I looked down at Robbie, and sternly asked, "Are you my daughter?"

He nodded, submissively and said, "Yes, mommy. I'm your daughter."

I gave him a quick French kiss and laughed at my conquest. "Good, good my dear." I sat down on the opposite couch and stripped off my remaining skirt and panties. "Now as head of this house, I think it's just about time we broke in our new children, wouldn't you agree lover?"

"Oh yes, quite... Starting with little Robbie of course, she's quite the troublemaker that one," Ryan responded, stripping off her own sundress and boyshorts.

I casually stroked my erection, "You heard your father, Bobbie. Now come on over here and I'll do the honors." He looked slightly hesitant, but complied, standing and walking over to me, sexily swinging his hips. He straddled my waist just as I had straddled his, but I didn't lean back. Instead, I gripped him tight, and then spun us around so that I laid down on the couch, sideways. Our breasts pressed together, and I could feel his cock against my belly, though mine was between his legs.

"Are you ready for mommy to take your virginity, sweetheart?" I asked, my voice dripping with honey.

He gulped hard, and nodded, "Yes, mommy," he responded. I nodded in kind, smiling reassuringly. Carefully I placed the tip of my manhood against his womanhood, and pressed it inwards. There was a slight pause as I broke his hymen, but I pressed deeper inside. If it was possible, he was tighter than Ryan was. He looked to be crying, but his faint smile gave away that they were tears of pleasure.

I didn't go all the way inside, instead I merely thrust the tip of my cock in and out... for now. I waved my lover and other daughter forward. "Come on," I called, "a family that fucks together, stays together."

Ryan climbed onto the couch behind Bobbie. Lifting our daughter's tail, she pressed her own cock into his ass, though he wasn't quite as loving and tender as I was. Lily climbed onto the other side of the couch, thrusting her own cock in between me and Bobbie. We both licked at it hungrily, but Bobbie was the true champ, sucking it into her mouth like a lollipop. I had to content myself licking at Lily's balls, and then at her sweet little cunt.

Thrusting deeper into Bobbie's pussy, I was amazed at how it pulsed and clenched, as though it never wanted to let me go. It kept pulling my cock in deeper and deeper. The motions of my hips also caused his own cock to thrust in between us, and I could tell he was enjoying the feel of the fine, soft fur against his dick immensely. I could also feel as Ryan also pushed deeper into our daughter's ass. Her dick was mimicking mine, and I could feel it through the thin, fleshy barrier. Together we thrust deeper.

I tilted my head away from my other daughter's pussy, checking the look on her face. She seemed to be in pure ecstasy as her former husband went to town on her hard-on like a porn actress. He licked and nuzzled, sucked and teased. I felt proud in that moment. Proud to have such a dutiful daughter. I wiped a tear from my eye (or maybe it was just a drop of various sexual juices), and then turned my attention back to eating out Lily.

We kept going, a storm of cocks, cunts and fur. But I could feel it coming. An energy was building up on me again. I needed release. Lily, as inexperienced as a newly transformed, reached that point well before me. She contorted her face and meowed in pleasure as her dick twitched and spurted its hot cum right into Bobbie's throat, and sprayed me with a heavy dose of pussy juices. He coughed and sputtered, but gulped it down readily. I lapped up what leaked out of his mouth, tasting Lily's sweet, apple-like juices combined.

Lily collapsed backwards and slid off the couch to lay on the floor, exhausted. Ryan and I kept going, spurred on with a sudden vigor. Robbie leaned down, kissing my intently. We swapped sperm until we'd finally swallowed it all, then we licked each other's faces clean. All the while I didn't stop thrusting... until the tip of my penis touched the entrance to his cervix. I paused for a moment, and then gripped his waist tight and drove forward, piercing into his womb. As I did, he clenched his teeth and moaned deeply, gasping out, "Oh god, oh god!"

That was his limit. His tight cunt gripped me even tighter, and I could feel his cock tensing in-between us. He screamed out, "M-mommy! I'm c-c-cumming mommy!" His back arched and his torso pulled away from me. His womanhood contracted and convulsed, as did his asshole. A flood of sweet-smelling cum flooded from his sandwiched dick, coating both our bellies in the hot, sticky mess.

Finally, I just couldn't take it. Ryan seemingly couldn't either. At once we thrust as deep as we could, and the mounting pleasure in my body took over. Lightning struck every nerve I possessed, radiating outwards from my crotch. Heat rose and overcame me, and I could feel my cock empty out its reservoir of cum deep into Bobbie's womb. I felt a similar warmth coming from the rectum. I opened my mouth as if to scream, but I couldn't get enough breath to do so. Only silence emerged.

As the lightning in my veins subsided, I began to relax, as did the other two. I sunk into the couch, and they collapsed on top of me, all of us enjoying our heady afterglows. Ryan and I didn't pull out. Instead we kissed each other tenderly, lovingly. I coaxed Lily back up onto the couch, and the four of us cuddling one-another drifted off into a deep, peaceful sleep.