Her father and mother were both in the kitchen, and as horrible as it was...it was somewhat of a comfort to see that they were still in love. At least that hadn't been taken from them. Her mother was wiggling about in black highheeled mules, her pornstars body wrapped in a tiger-striped nightgown and her black hair set in tumbled waves. Her father wore pink satin lingerie, garterbelt and fishnets, his dyed blond hair fluffed and sprayed into a big 80's mane. His cock was huge and pierced, belling the front of his panties as he and her mother made out with each other. They noticed her and both smiled.
"Mornin', punkin." said her mother.
"How you doin', baby?" asked her father...and Karyn noticed that a tattoo ('Bambi luvs Bethany') was visible on her fathers left buttock. She blanced when she reasoned that her fathers name was probably now 'Bambi'.
"I'm...doing fine. So...how are you two this morning? I don't see your friend. Did he have to leave?"
Her parents giggled and her father vamped "Oh, how formal. Well, baby...our 'friend' had to leave earlier, after making a significant deposite to our joint bank accounts."
"Yeah..." said her mother "...we musta rang dat fuckers bell...like, five times last night. Yer daddies jus' th' best dicksucker in th' world."
Her father blushed and squealed "Guilty as charged, luv!" before embracing her mother...and kissing her deeply. They made out for a few minutes, and Karyn turned away and began to prepare herself some breakfast.
"Hey, baby..." said her father "...what do you think you're doing? That's a parents job, honeypot."
"Yeah..." said her mother as she pulled out a seat for her "...jus' plop on down an' let mommy an' daddy make you somthin' yummy."
She smiled wearily as they bustled about, and mused how to make this right. How could she fix things? How could she return her folks back to normal?
She was so involved with her thoughts, that she at first didn't notice anything strange when her parents set a platter of sausage, crispy bacon and fried eggs before her. She began to eat...then noticed that her parents wern't having any themselves. In fact...she saw plates that suggested that they'd already had their own breakfast before her. She started to say something like "Is this all for me?" or "Are you expecting someone else?" before she saw her mother and father cracking another dozen eggs into a bowl before wisking them into a froth and pouring them into a pair of pans...adding ham, cheese and bacon...omelettes, she guessed...
She looked up and saw in a mirrored surface...
"Oh, no..." she moaned in horror...and she saw herself widening...inflating...growing plush and doughy. Her parents kept fluttering about he, now calling her by little pet names like "Pork Dumpling", "Big Baby" and "Butterball" as they set another platter before her. She looked down and saw that she'd almost unconsciously eaten most of what was on the first platter. In fact, her hands were plucking toast from a plate and using
it to mop up the grease and butter...before digging into the pair of huge omelettes. Tears formed and spilled down her fat, round cheeks as she ate, hating what she was doing...what was happening to her...but utterly unable to stop herself. Her belly ROARED like an unfed dragon, and all she could do was continue eating...eating...eating...
Meanwhile, Fanny Fucks...
