Jon grabbed the dildo from Zoe's night stand and inserted into what he thought was her vagina (it was hard to tell while she was in her putty state). He figured he got it right; as he was leaving the room he could hear his sister moaning and sighing, and with a quick glance over his should could tell that she was beginning to take human form again.
Downstairs Mikey was struggling to stay as a little boy. He stared at the picture of himself that he had next to his plate and mostly was able to take it's form (he was still wearing Zoe's platform boots).
Plopping himself across from his mother at the table, Jon picked up his fork and began enjoying his meal once again.
"You took her upstairs? Is she alright?" Jon's mother looked up from her plate.
"Yeah, she's on her bed. I gave her a dildo to help her relax. Hope that's alright."
Jon's mom's form changed again. Her tight shirt changed to a tight tank-top which ended before her breasts did. Her left hand, which had been fondling her breasts over her shirt slipped inside and pinched a nipple, which elicited an "eep" from her lips. Lips that had swollen to Megan Fox proportions.
He couldn't tell what had changed with her sweatpants (as she was sitting down), but he could tell that her feet were barefoot except a pair or white stockings. These stocking feet, he found, surprised, were gently massaging his penis under the table as his mother fed food into her mouth and conversed with him.
"Sure, Jon, that'll calm her down. I'm glad you didn't stay and, you know..." her hair turned blonde and cascaded over her shoulders. Her breasts grew at least a cup-size. "...your food would get cold."
Her foot technique was amazing, and Jon wondered if he should stay or go. It was then than he noticed that Mikey had changed to be an exact copy of his mother's current form. That was all it took to push Jon over the edge.
"Excuse me," he said, "I'll be right back."
"Is everything alright, honey?"
"Yep, just need to change my pants, that's all."
