We sat there for a while watching the snow before turning in. It hadn't yet stopped by the time I woke up in the morning, covering the world outside the window in a thick white blanket. I watched my ladies cuddle under the thick blankets as I started to get ready for a much slower commute, until my thoughts were interrupted by a distinct ping that was much different from my usual text tone. School alert had gone out, there would be no class this day due to weather and road conditions.
Let it never be said that teachers look forward to snow days any less than their students.
I did not proceed to make coffee. I immediately stripped back down and got back into bed with my wife and our lover. While I couldn't get between them again, I got curled back into what used to be my most common and comfortable place, as the big spoon behind my wife. It was slightly more awkward than it used to be, given how much taller than me she had become, but I still tried. At least, I tried until she noticed what I was doing, skillfully redirecting me to a position much further south as she wanted me in her for these particular cuddles. The feeling of smoothly entering Lucy, the feel of those skillfully coiling insides, was welcoming and heavenly as she wiggled a bit into place.
I heard her sigh with pleasure, soon met by a matching one by the woman in her arms. Lilly's changes were happening much faster than Lucy's had, and as she began to shift positions on her way to wakefulness I could see just how dramatic they were. She hadn't grown much taller, her features still softer, but her breasts and hips swelled into view with little provocation, despite the angle. She sat up as she felt the bed shift, and what emerged from the sheets like the sun rising in the East was well beyond the model proportions of the prior day, now well into wet dream territory.
That glimpse of breasts hanging like the melons they now rivaled in size was brief, as my wife decided that it was now time for her fun. Her arms came up and guided Lilly in the other direction, until she was laying with her head towards the foot of the bed, her face mere inches from where I was buried deep in my wife's heavenly pussy. She got the hint immediately, diving in to find her clit tongue first, enjoying the taste of my wife and myself as I slowly pushed in and out. My wife for her part, looked back at me with a particularly wicked look, and stuck her tongue out... and out. I knew from experience that it was either enormously long or else could shapeshift like the rest of her, and with a bend that likely would not have been comfortable for literally anyone else Lucy shoved it deep within Lilly's snatch at the same time.
I wasn't in her to feel this one, but I could hear Lilly's screams of pleasure from between our legs. I could feel it as the invigorated attack on Lucy's clit had rapid results, and as she came I was absolutely unable to resist cumming with her, exploding deep into my wife as we all reached the peaks of pleasure together on our bed.
It was a few moments later when my wife looked back at me and asked "snow day?"
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I found out later that my wife's prediction of Lilly's chess skills were, if anything, understated. I'm no slouch, usually winning more than I lose at the amateur games I sit down for, but she obliterated me like I wasn't playing. Turned out that professors of both her majors loved their chess allegories, so she got curious, then dangerous. By the time of her wedding, Lilly had participated in a couple of state-level competitions, falling within the top 8 the last time. I was outclassed.
This, even before factoring in the distraction from her absolutely mouth-watering boobs.
Last night's transformation did not leave her more than an inch or so taller, but there was no mistaking the other changes. Her body had acquired an exaggerated hourglass look directly from an adolescent fantasy. Her thighs, hips, and ass had filled out significantly, round and firm and soft in equal measure. Her waist had cinched in a bit, not losing any of its softness in the process somehow. Her straight, black hair had grown down most of the way to her epic buttocks, gaining a certain luster usually reserved for shampoo commercials. Most distinctly, though, her breasts had grown. A lot.
It wasn't just size, though the fact that they looked twice the size of yesterday on her still-tiny frame made the proportions even more impressive. No, it was the fact that they still rode high and perky, but flowed and bounced with her every move. They were hypnotic, and if anything even more ridiculously sensitive than the day prior. We had nothing that could reasonably contain them other than a couple of fancy shirts meant for Lucy's sexiest forms, so she was entirely without a top or bra. Thus, I got to witness the expression on her face every time those juicy nipples brushed anything in her vicinity. Which was often, since she was not quite used to having to stop most of a foot before her objects yet.
Lucy was also quite busy teaching her the basics of the abilities she was now gaining, usually to my direct benefit. I found out that her talent for singing went as far as orgasming in perfect pitch, as well, which was not a sentence I ever expected to use. Combined with the instruction that she was getting from my wife, it meant that she could already get me nearly as hard from whispering in my ear as she could from actively wrapping those increasingly-enormous breasts around my shaft and pumping.
However, no matter how hedonistic the day got, we all knew in the back of our heads what was coming. As the sun began to set, Lilly anxiously began to pull me from the living room, Lucy following with a knowing smile. Nobody said a word, nobody needed to. We reached our bed, the air itself seeming to hold a charge of excitement, and Lilly abruptly shoved me back onto the mattress and climbed atop me. She would show me what she had learned this day.
I bounced, and by the time I lifted my head she was on top of me, dragging her heavenly breast all over me. None of us had bothered with clothing at any point since waking up. We weren't going anywhere, and the warmth of the house combined with the heat from each other were more than sufficient. Now, I could see and feel my wife joining Lilly, the two practically burying me in boobs. I had so many things to reach for, and only so many ways to do it. My right hand snaked down to find Lilly's snatch, she tensed up with a shudder and a sigh almost instantly as it sent a dose of pure pleasure through her brain. My left hand found Lucy's breast, heavy and soft and lighting her up as much as our lover. My lips found Lilly's neck, letting me taste her as we writhed on the bed together, nothing mattering but the feel of each other.
It was time. Lilly climbed up onto me, sliding my achingly hard member into her waiting pussy, quaking inside and out with the orgasm which overtook her as she came to rest on me. Now, almost by reflex, my hands came to the sides of her knees. Not to stroke her thighs, not to quest upwards, but to find the pair of points hidden there and begin my work. It took me a while, between the points resisting and my ladies doing a very good job of distracting me, but the sudden, sharp clench on me let me know I had done well. Lilly had no time to recover as my hand came up to her hips, snaking around to her lower abdomen, finding the two points hidden deep within her pelvic cradle, and bearing in on them with will and determination. My wife leaned over, kissing Lilly deeply as her hand found our lover's clit while staying out of my way, and the orgasm that resulted from this combination was easily the strongest I had ever witnessed.
Lilly screamed, and it would have been sufficient to disturb the building if she hadn't been muffled by Lucy's tongue. Her entire body shook, writhing in rhythm as it looked like every inch of her body joined in the celebration of joy and transformation. The feel of her from within was no light butterfly pulse, it was as strong as if she was squeezing me with her hands, barely short of pain as her body pulled an orgasm out of mine in short order. I shot my essence deep within her, over and over and over in blinding pleasure, as the changes began again.
Like my wife before her, the transformations from this set were not slow. They were not subtle. I could feel her hips widen, her ass expand, her thighs grow thicker as she rode me into the bed. My hands came up and met her breasts halfway, as they bounced and grew ever more until they reached proportions that formed their own cleavage without the help of a bra. Her waist firmed up and tightened in even more, giving her the look of an hourglass if that hourglass was meant to last for a week. Her skin smoothed to perfection as her face took on an ever-sexier dimension, its lines and curves enticing the eye even when competing with the rest of her being.
