My Fake Family


	I woke up to the shrill beeping of my alarm clock, groggily I opened my eyes to the same thing I saw every morning: My upper lip and busty chest. My rather large Implants always obscure my vision, always a pleasant reminder of my progress. Reaching over my tight, round breasts I gently tapped the right bicep of my partner “Jonah~ Good morning~” His pec was not difficult to reach, they were also massive due to the sheer size of the large bucks muscles. 
“Mmmph?” He groaned as he reached over to the alarm clock and gently set it to snooze. 

	I leaned forward and kissed his check, which was a surprising effort considering my implants were the size of large exercise balls each and just as firm and perky. Sitting up slightly I ran my fingers through his short brown fur, I always have to sleep on my side due to my ass implants rivaling the size of my breasts. Looking down the bed I saw the tall tent my husband's cock pitched. “Sweet dreams?” I reached under the covers and gave its base a nice squeeze “I always do sleepin with you hon.” He smiled as he sat up. The bed creaked under the weight of his beefy body, his cock still ramrod straight. Raising his arms he stretched out his back, his muscles bulged as he flexed giving me a wonderful show. “My goodness love, you're getting me rather worked up here too.” I teased 
“Sorry Meds.” He laughed 
“Come on hon, we gotta get ready.” I threw off the covers and hauled my saline laden body out of bed.	

	The bed frame groaned and creaked as we both got up. Our ceiling was a fair bit higher than most due to our taller heights. Jonah, my husband, stood at a great 9 foot tall myself only a foot and a half under. I stretched, cracking my back, and stepped over to the bathroom attached to the master bedroom. Our bathroom had a separate shower and spa, both large to accommodate our unique sizes. At the sink I splashed my face to help myself wake up. Looking at me the first thing you'd notice besides my breasts were my lips, both my upper and lower lips were as thick as bicycle tyre inner tubes. Without makeup they were a nice pink and you could only barely notice the stretch marks from my more aggressive fillings from when I was younger. Due to my White fur with pink patterns I usually didn't have to do much for make-up, the patches of pink fur on my cheek I would always say were my best assets. But being a Saturday I didn't see a need for makeup today. 

	I watched as my husband walked by, his massive muscles casually rippling and flexing as he moved. I always found myself awestruck when I saw him. Not just because of his extreme frame and fiseque but also his colors. Absolutely gorgeous shades of brown from fairly light to almost pitch back, it highlighted his muscles nicely in any lighting. I sighed dreamily as he walked by, noticing he flicked his chiseled chin and glanced at me. He quit his stride right behind me and hugged me around my thin waist and gave my neck an affectionate kiss. “You see me every day, you're bound to get tired of looking at the same old buck every day.” 
“Oh my love, I could ogle at you all day for years on end.” I giggled as I cupped the side of his head affectionately 
	“And your beauty I could enjoy over a hundred lifetimes.” he teased as his massive hands traced my hips up to the base of my breasts and caressed my heavy implants.
	“Oh you make me blush Jo.” My fingers wandered up his titanium jaw line and up to his antlers, my finders fidgeting with their tips. 
	“You better get started on breakfast before the kids get up, Meds.” He reluctantly pulled away before his cock could fully wedge itself between my massive bubble butt
	“Alrighty love.” I smiled as he walked away, it never fails to make me smile when he uses his pet name for  me rather than calling me Medkit

	A few minutes later I had thrown on an apron and stood almost naked in the kitchen making pancakes. Usually I'd find it a bit difficult seeing things over my massive implants but some cybernetic implants in my brain gave me a pretty good awareness of my surroundings. It can get a little foggy when the microwave is on but it's the best the both of us could afford. The sound of cooking pancakes and bacon was the sound of many footsteps pattering down wood stairs. I could immediately tell who was in front of the group by how loud the floorboards creaked under his footsteps. “Hey mom! What's for breakfast!?” My eldest son shouted “Quiet down Michael, do you want to wake up the whole neighborhood?” I giggled 
	
	“It's almost 10:00 o'clock.” He walked over to my side, smiling up at me. He had to stand a few steps away from the counter due to his massive balls. Both were the size of basketballs each, a pretty good size considering his age. When he chose his implants he wanted his balls to be massive, how could I refuse? Micheal is the older of my four kids. Turning around I got a good look at the rest. Younger than Micheal were the twins Jake and Merry, both of whom wanted big bubble butts and breasts like their mama. Wanting to be like me their heavy implants were gravity defying on their bodies, even as they chased each other around the Kitchen room table their dodge ball sized saline tanks barely bounced. Last and the youngest was Lily, she walked in from the stairs quiet and sleepy as usual. Poor thing was an insomniac so she was always tired, even with medication she could never seem to get enough sleep. Jonah and myself have been saving for some cybernetic implants that would fix that but such delicate cybernetics are always very expensive. Lily had the smallest of my kids implants. Her lips were full and perky, upper and lower had the diameter of a chapstick stick and less noticeable was the girl's pussy. Under her sleeping gown she had made the decision to have her pussy plumped up to my surprise, I acquiesced to her request despite my concerns. Its sensitivity was obvious whenever she would sit down or wear pants. 

	I looked at my beloved children with pride, the fox-deer, saline filled hybrids were the source of my happiness. I'm always curious as to how big they will go with their implants and where they'll take their lives. I often find myself daydreaming as I watch them play, thinking of what kind of wonderful people they will become. “Jake! Merry! Settle down! You just had your tits filled and the skin is still healing.” 
	“Yes moma!” they said in unison
	“Micheal, go fetch your father. Breakfast is almost ready.” I looked down to Micheal, I noticed he was gently pushing the saline filled bugle in his pajama pants against the counter drawers. It brought me much joy to see he loved his implants and that he wanted to go bigger.
	“Alrighty moma!” He ran off, his bugle swaying in front of him

	A few minutes later the table was set and getting ready to eat. Micheal rounded the corner into the kitchen with the hulking frame of his father behind, his massive cock tucked into a tight jockstrap. “Oh that smells wonderful Meds!” Jonah sniffed the air with a smile. We all sat down and began to dig in. conversation bounced back and forth about the plans for the day, funny dreams, light teasing. This is my family and I absolutely adore every member.