“MMM-mmm, Santa was nice to me.” A smoky female voice purred from behind the trio. Xander couldn’t help the shiver that ran down his spine to the base of his crotch at the throaty Kathleen Turner-esque voice. “What a fantastic present! A nice young buck who likes to fuck!”
Xander grunted in stunned awe at who he saw standing at the door into the living room. It was Joyce Summers, only a Joyce Summers unlike the one he had seen last night. When Joyce saw that she had Xander’s undivided attention she made a show of opening her red silk robe, exposing the black lace cat suit she was wearing underneath. Trailing a hand down her chest from her neck Joyce fanned herself, making sure to highlight the cat suit’s strategic cut outs. Each breast completely uncovered and exposed for all to see as well as her crotch which had a small landing strip of hair on display. Joyce winked, “Is it hot in here or is it just me?”
Joyce Summers, like Buffy and Willow had been transformed, porn-o-fied. If Buffy was the naughty cheerleader and Willow was the naughty Hermoine than Joyce had gone through the Desperate Housewife make over. Her golden curls had been done over into the white blonde with silver highlights; the hair on her head perfectly matching the small strip of hair over her pussy, her crimson lips were the over puffed pillows of Wills and Buffy. Unlike Buffy and Willow Joyce wasn’t a double D, no she had to be somewhere in the G range, which complemented her thicker P.A.W.G frame with it’s wide hips, ba-donk-a-donk butt and thick thighs. Absently Xander noticed that Joyce seemed to have grown a few inches; beyond the red stiletto high heels she had on her feet, in contrast to Buffy and Willow who might actually be a few inches shorter than they had been.
“Muh-ohm!” Buffy groaned and rolled her eyes, “Like, omigawd, give Xander a chance to, ya know, wake up and stuff.” Buffy drawled in an over exaggerated high-pitched California valley girl voice.
“Looks to me like he already is.” Joyce purred and licked her lips.
Flushing and trying to ignore how all three ladies turned their attention to his groin and stared at his morning wood. Eyeing all three in turn Xander couldn’t help but feel like he was in a little bit of danger as all three had wide hungry smiles on their faces. Panic welled up in him and he found himself scrambling up to his feet and hurrying as quickly as he could towards the steps upstairs when he spied Buffy and Willow slowly reaching out towards him, on his way he made a wide path around milf-i-fied Joyce.
Bursting into the bathroom once upstairs he slammed the door shut and locked it behind him. Resting back against the door he stopped and stared at the other occupant in the bathroom. Who like everyone else in the house who wasn’t him, had had a makeover.
“Damn, Stud, couldn’t wait to get a piece of this sweet pussy?” Faith drawled. She looked at the toothbrush in her hand and then smirking glance from it to Xander. “Or did you come up here to drain that big donkey dick in more ways than one?” Faith made a show of bringing the toothbrush close to her lips then opened them wide and slowly snaked her tongue out and began to trace it along the side of the toothbrush. Pulling the toothbrush away from her tongue she opened her mouth invitingly, “I like a good thick man-made protein shake for breakfast.”
Xander blinked and then blinked again as Faith was almost a perfect recreation of Poison from Final Fight. She was still a brunette but now there were pink and purple highlights in her hair, Xander looked around furtively but he didn’t see any sign of Poison’s hat. He noticed when he looked back at her that outside of the hot pink lipstick Faith’s face was unchanged. Continuing his look downwards Xander wasn’t surprised to see that the white cut off wife beater Faith was wearing showed a little more than the usual underboob; the shirt had faded bold black lettering across it reading SLUT. The eye cathing lettering drew attention to more than half of Faith’s nipples being exposed for all to see and silver loop nipple rings glinting in the light made sure to keep attention focused there. The nipple rings had a small chain connecting them together and in the middle of the chain leading down was another length of chain. Trailing down her stomach, which was perhaps more muscled than it had been, the chain leading from the nipple rings linked through a new belly button ring and then continued further south. The chain disappeared into the small black leather micro-micro-mini skirt Faith was wearing, that acted more as a back drop to the belt of functional handcuffs Faith wore more than as a covering piece of clothing. And finishing off the look was thigh high black leather high heels, that accentuated the muscular thighs Faith now had.
“Well, Stud, what you wanna do?” Faith pushed herself up onto the counter top, splaing her legs and exposing where the chain finally ended as the lack of underwear allowed Xander to easily see the clit ring that anchored the chain. “Or should I say who you wanna do?”