How the World Ends Ch. 03

Jennifer Flowers sat at her kitchen table sipping a cup of coffee that was far too hot. She blew on the rim, letting it cool while basking in the afterglow of the surprisingly hot morning sex session she had just had with her husband, Tom, this morning. They didn't have sex nearly as often as they used to but, when they did, it was still very good, and sometimes, like today, it was surprisingly good. She enjoyed these quiet moments before the chaos of the day began, and sat quietly blowing on her coffee as the sun arose on the last day she would ever love her husband, though she did not know it.

Soon, a quiet thump from upstairs signaled to her that her time of peace was over. Her twin daughters were waking up. A louder thud let her know that her sons, both of them from the sound of it, were also stirring. The chaos of four teens sharing a bathroom soon began, made especially worse now that school had started back from summer break. Her peaceful morning soon became a series of complaints, door banging, and muttered curses from one sibling to the other.

"Shit," Jennifer said when she burned her lip while taking too big of a sip. Then, giving in, she assume her role as mother and arbitrator. "Joey and Johnny, come and eat while your sisters get ready! Why do we have to do this every morning?" she called up the stairs, still nursing her burned lip.

"Because," Joe yelled down, "They use up all the hot water. I'm sick of cold showers."

"We do not!" Jess heard Piper, her 19 year old daughter yell back. Or was that Teagan, her twin sister? Jennifer could rarely tell them apart by voice alone.

"Girls, you get five minutes each in the shower. No more. Then do your make up and stuff in your room," Jennifer called up the stairs, not wanting to have to actually go play physical referee. "Boys, come and eat. Now."

A series of quiet back and forth between siblings was followed by the thunder of 20 year old Joe and the youngest of the four, Johnny, trampling down the steps in a sudden rush to see who could get to the cereal first. Morning peace now long gone, Jennifer shook her head and headed into the kitchen to supervise the eating of cereal for nearly adult men. She shook her head, wondering when she would get a reprieve, but at the same time, also loving that she could still be a mother to her quickly maturing family. Maturing. She almost laughed out loud at the word while she watched Johnny and Joey get into a shoving match over who got "first dibs" on the milk. By the time the twins came downstairs, the kitchen had been ravaged by the boys, who now stomped up the stairs to take their turns in the shower. No doubt one would be yelling through the door at the other to hurry up or face a beating.

Jennifer just shook her head at the mess and began cleaning up as the twins walked in. Both girls were 19, both seniors in high school, both about to graduate this spring with good but not great grades, and of course both were on the cheer squad as co-captains. Twins in almost every way, the girls had long, straight dark hair pulled back into ponytails. Their petite bodies were lithe, toned, and in perfect proportion. Piper, the oldest by about 12 minutes, was slightly behind Teagan in the breast development department. Her breasts were still little A cups, while Piper's had already developed more like her mother's to Cs. Teagan often felt her tits were never going to grow, and had complained to her mother on more than one occasion about it. Jennifer assured her that they would, but no matter their size, any boy with a lick of sense would be more than happy to touch them. Not that she was encouraging it, but Jennifer knew that all of her children were at least dating if not having full blown sex with their significant others by this time in their lives.

The thought made her suddenly wistful about her children growing up so fast. Too fast. Where had all the time gone? She fought back a sudden tear over how quickly time had flown and how soon they would all have moved on with their lives without her and her husband Tom. Jennifer discretely wiped a tear away while loading dishes in the dishwasher. Her daughters jabbered away behind her. All of them unaware that in just a few short days, the boys would be a distant memory and the twins would become nothing more than their mother's fuck holes.

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Soon enough, Joe left to find his dad and work on the farm, Johnny and the twins headed out for school, and Jennifer was left home alone to clean up after them all. She had everything done within an hour, but would never admit that to them, often insisting that it took her most of the day. That often earned her a foot rub from Tom and indifferent shrugs from the kids. Even so, with her day now cleared up, she ran a few errands.

While she was out, a softball sized blob, pink bordering on purple, rolled and skittered on stubby tentacles to the back of the house. It paused, scanning but not sensing anyone home before trundling up the back steps and smooshing itself under the back door. The blob sampled and analyzed its surroundings, sensing the presence of several females, all of proper breeding age though one was older. Conferring with both its mother and its master, the blob confirmed it was where it was supposed to be and slipped into the airduct to wait.

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Jennifer managed to get the front door open with a deft twist of the keys and a bump of her butt while both arms were full of groceries. She hauled the load inside and made her way toward the kitchen. From the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a pink softball sized blob quickly rolling across the floor toward her. Before she could react, a long, pink arm shot from the blob and smacked against her forehead with a wet thud. Suddenly, the world froze. Her arms went limp, groceries tumbled to the floor in a clatter of cans and boxes. The floor slowly rose up to meet her before a pink veil enshrouded her vision, her nose, and finally, her mouth. Jennifer tried to scream, but the blob filled her open mouth with its goo, silencing her until she passed out. Her last thought as panic began to fade into nothingness was that she had spilled all the milk. Such a waste.

In the silent, empty house, the blob went to work on its host. It slid down Jennifer's back from her head and attached itself at the molecular level to her nervous system. While the woman dreamed of running from killer Jell-O, the blob began to assert itself into her mind. Eventually, her dream morphed until she was no longer running from the Jell-O, but was letting it slide all over her naked body in a very tantalizing way. The minutes ticked away quietly, until Jennifer began to stir.

-Incorporation complete- -Synchronization complete-

"Wha...?" Jennifer mumbled, not sure what she was hearing, if anything.

She slowly sat up and looked around, trying to put the pieces of whatever had just happened back together. Failing that, she settled for picking up the spilled groceries and putting them all away. In a fog, she floated up the stairs and ran a hot bath. She thought about calling her husband. He would know what to do. But just thinking of him make her stomach suddenly turn. Her mind filled with fear... of him? For him? She did not know. What she did know was that she no longer wanted to call him. She just needed to rest and get warm. So Jennifer stripped out of her clothes, oblivious to the pinkish purple lump on her back, and settled into the hot tub of soapy water.

Jennifer took a deep breath and dunked under the water, letting the warmth sink into her flesh. Even so, she couldn't shake that odd feeling of foreboding. And what had that dream been about? Killer Jell-O that she ended up rubbing all over herself like some squishy vibrator. That's crazy, she thought as she pushed her head up and out of the water with a little splash of soapy bubbles. Despite her unease, as she settled back to let her head rest on the edge of the tub, her hand slid down her belly. Fingers twirled in her little patch of dark pubic hair, then slid a little lower. Her mind returned to her dream. The pink-purple blob in her mind's eye slid over her tits, leaving a trail of titillating ooze. Her fingers slid lower, grazing her outer labia. She remembered how the blob trailed down her belly, little feet feeling like tiny kisses. Her fingers slid between her pussy lips under the water. Then the blob had pushed itself inside her, somehow morphing into a big pink dildo. In her dream, her fear was replaced with lust and she had spread her legs willingly. In the tub, she did the same and started fingering her pussy. This went on for several minutes, her fingers picking up the pace while the fantasy evolved in her head.

"Do you like that, mom?" Piper said, suddenly looking up from between her mother's legs before diving back down to eat her pussy some more.

Jennifer sat bolt upright in the tub, sending water and bubbles cascading off of her pebbled flesh. Despite the warmth of the water, she was covered in goosebumps. She looked around, seeing no one. She even parted the bubbles, expecting what she didn't know, but there was nothing there. Jennifer sat back again with a long sigh.

"What the fuck?" she mumbled to the bubbles.

-Just a taste of the future, pet.-

Jennifer looked around but saw no one. Even so, she tried to cover herself with a washcloth that was too small to really cover much of anything. Almost as soon as she chalked it up to her lightheadedness, the voice, a woman's voice, but with something darker behind it spoke up again.

-Continue.-

Jennifer bolted upright again, eyes darting everywhere. She had hit her head pretty hard, she thought after seeing no one. She had to be hallucinating, she thought to herself.

-You are not hallucinating. Please continue.-

"Continue what? Who is this? What the fuck is going on?" Jennifer said, dread mounting as she searched for the unseen speaker.

-Playing with yourself.-

The woman's voice was both flat and detached, but also dripping with hunger.

"I will not," Jennifer said, her cheeks now a rosy shade of red with embarrassment at being watched. "And you're going to jail, pervert!" She added, and tried to stand.

Jennifer was suddenly frozen in place, unable to move or speak. Even her eyes were locked in place, her expression frozen in a mix of shame and defiance. With all her might, heightened by fear and adrenaline, she tried to move, to scream, to even blink. Yet she stayed frozen in place, and was, she realized, slowly sinking into the water inch by inch.

-False. We have control now. You will do as you are told or you will be made to do it.-

-Play with yourself.-

"Fuck yo.... Ahhhhh!" As soon as the thought to speak entered her mind, Jennifer's body was wracked with mind shattering pain. There for a moment and then gone. Followed by...

-Play with yourself.-

"I can't move," Jennifer thought to herself.

As if in answer, her limbs suddenly returned to life. She took a deep breath, feeling her lungs inflate for the first time in what felt like ages. She wanted to scream, but knew there was no one home. Instead, she bolted for the door... or at least tried to. Again, as soon as the thought to run entered her head, her limbs froze again. The water rippled around her from the little bit of movement she had managed in that fraction of a second. And then she slowly started to sink into the water once again.

"No!" She screamed inside her own head.

-Yes.-

The water inched closer to her chin as Jennifer sank lower. "I'll drown," she begged without moving her lips.

-Yes. Unless you play with yourself. Do as you're told.-

After one last struggle to flail or run or anything other than sink, Jennifer relented.

"OK," she said flatly, surprised that she was allowed to speak out loud.

-OK, Master.-

The word stung her. She tried to flail again, but could not. This time, her hands moved of their own free will, not of her own, and gripped the side of the tub. Instead of lifting her from the waters, they pushed against the sides and submerged her under the water. Jennifer felt her mouth being forced open and her chest began to flex to inhale a big lungful of water.

"No! No! No!.... No, Master!" she cried out frantically in her mind, suddenly sure that this was no bluff. When her mouth closed and she was made to surface, Jennifer sobbed, but only inside her head. Finally, feeling and movement returned and her tears flowed in earnest. "Thh... Thhank you," she sobbed aloud. "Thank you, Master."

-Play with yourself.-

Finally, relenting. Finally understanding that there was no way out, Jennifer let out a hitching sigh and leaned back. She closed her eyes, feeling mortified that someone, something more likely, was watching her intently. Able to move freely now on her own, Jennifer slid her hands to her belly. With another deep breath, one hand slid up to her breast and the other slowly descended to the soft folds between her legs.

"Is this what you wanted?" she asked the empty room.

-Master-

The words were loud enough in her head to make her jump and she quickly obeyed, "Master," she said, all contempt gone from her voice. "Is this what you wanted, Master?" she said, her tone now supplicating.

-Yes. You are ours now. You will cum for us.-

"Yes, Master," Jennifer sobbed quietly, not knowing how she would be able to orgasm under the circumstances. She could try to fake it, but knew she would be found out.

Still, she obeyed. Her fingers slipped between her pussy lips, finding the area surprisingly wet despite her fears and the warm water, which usually whisked away her wetness. Her fingers slid up and down. Her other hand gently cupped her breast, using the soapy water to let her hand slide along her skin. She took a deep breath and let her head relax against the tub wall. Her fingers slid a little lower, teasing her entrance. Her thumb found her clit, swollen and hot. Despite her misgivings, Jennifer found herself suddenly horny and bit her injured lip. The pain did not distract her. Instead, she pushed a finger inside herself, curling it up against her inner wall while her thumb tickled and circled.

In her mind's eye, Jennifer was wrestling with the blob again, only this time it was bigger, the size of a person. She was still full of fear, though there was something else as well that coursed through her while she wrestled the slimy glob. Her skin prickled, her nipples hardened as the thing's slimy, but warm body and tentacles slid all over her. Please stop, she thought in her dream, for now she was dreaming again without realizing she had been put to sleep, but the blob ignored her. It pushed past her weak defenses and slid its body along hers. Tentacles touched and rubbed exactly where she was rubbing in real life. Her fingers quickened, and so did the tentacles. The blob slid lower, slowly taking a more human form. Jennifer wanted to fight it, to resist, to make it stop. Instead the pushed the slowly morphing head lower as a warm, wet mouth kissed her belly button.

"Don't stop," Jennifer sighed, both in her dream and in the real world.

She pushed the head lower. Her fingers now curled in long dark hair as human lips lightly kissed their way down through her pubes. Jennifer spread her legs wider, hitting the walls of the tub in the real world. Letting her new lover have better access to her pussy in her dream. She pushed the head lower, fingers tracing familiar lines of her lover's ears and neck before pulling the hidden face tight against her swollen pussy lips. In the real world, Jennifer's thumb circled her swollen clit a little faster. Her fingers pumped in and out of her pussy, coated in a thick, unnatural pinkish lather.

Very quietly, inside her head, the strange woman's voice uttered a phrase that Jennifer barely registered, and cared even less about as her orgasm started to build.

-Arousal achieved. Commencing conversion.-

In her dream, someone was eating Jennifer's pussy and doing a better job than her husband ever had. Her fingers tangled in the girl's hair. She knew it was girl but didn't really care now. She had kissed a girl or two in her day, mainly to turn on guys, but nothing like this. But now, she couldn't imagine anything beyond this moment even existing. Jennifer ground herself against the lips munching on her clit. She moaned loudly, both in her dream and in her tub as she looked down into the eyes of her daughter, who was busily licking her pussy while staring back up at her.

"Oh fuck, I'm cumming," Jennifer groaned and started bucking her body through the soapy water. "Uhhh! Uhhhh! Uhhh!" she groaned as suds splashed and frothed around her.

In her dream, Piper was fingering her, eating her pussy, sucking her clit. Despite her shock and reluctance, or maybe because of it, Jennifer just came even harder on her daughter's face. In the real world, the blob on her back settled into her skin, becoming one with her and beginning its transformation of her body. As Jennifer spasmed and shuddered, thoughts and images flashed across her mind: Her daughters cheering at school, tight uniforms hugging their bodies; hens laying row upon row of eggs; her daughters giving her a warm hug; Jennifer and her husband arguing; her daughters kissing their boyfriends; jealousy, pure and hot; her daughters showering together, naked and rubbing each other's tits; lust, also pure and hot; and lastly, Jennifer was looking down her body again and her daughters were sucking a fat purple dick, her fat purple dick. Without warning she shot her big load all over their faces, shuddering and moaning in orgasmic splendor.

And then Jennifer woke up. She was alone in her tub. The water had long since gone cold. And she was mortified at what she had done, even though it was just a dream.

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After shrugging off the odd experience as best she could, Jennifer dried off and went to get dressed. She was just about finished when the voice returned. Her kids would be home soon. She didn't have time for this, she thought, trying to do so quietly if such a thing were possible. Even so, her master overheard and gave her body a punishing jolt.

-Tonight you will fuck your daughters. But first you must kill all the males.-

"What?" Jennifer asked aloud. Even as she spoke, she imagined her husband eyeing up their daughters and a red mask of jealousy filled her with a nearly incontrollable anger for a brief moment before she forced it away.

"No.... I mean, please no, master," she said, groveling as best she could. "Please don't make me do that."

-You will want to do it.-

"But only because you make me want it," she countered, her mind trying to work quickly.

-Yes.-

"Master, I... I am yours. I am your plaything. But please don't make me hurt them. Please."

Jennifer felt the presence in her head quiet for a moment. Then a distant buzz as if many voices were speaking all at once. Not an argument, but a discussion. She heard a dark and sinister laugh, her master's laugh. She didn't like that laugh or what it meant. A decision had been made for her. Jennifer realized that she was getting a brief glimpse into something important... a network of voices... a hive mind something or someone said in her head. The word exploded in her mind, filling her head with dozens of images from other women in her same situation all around town. Some she knew before this, some she did not. Though, now she knew all of them, their thoughts, their actions, their feelings, if only fleetingly. Some women were trying to run in fear, others had already given in, most were in various states of arousal, and quite a few were actively orgasming when Jennifer got her sneak peak behind the scenes. She felt it all, just for a moment. So much pleasure all at once, Her body reeled with sensation. Join us, they called to her. Jennifer sobbed in despair for what was yet to come as she realized that they were all one mind when the master willed it to be so and his plans for them, though not entirely clear, were very dark indeed. But she would not give in so easily. She would fight, Jennifer swore to herself as she felt the presence in her head turn its attention back to her.

-We will play a game.-

The voice had that flat but somehow lustful quality to it still. She caught a glimpse of something big and loathsome in her mind's eye, a massive beast of purple and pink with tentacles and appendages beyond counting. As she glimpsed it, it scoured her brain searching every memory for what it needed. No thought was hidden from it, even those she believed long forgotten. She felt it rummaging through her mind, like a file cabinet, pulling a memory here or there until it was satisfied. Jennifer wept again at the violation while staring mindlessly into space in the middle of her bedroom.

-We will not force you to kill the males tonight. You will send them away. They love.... baseball... they will go. You will stay and fuck. I will send you an emissary with resources. If you have not seduced your daughters by the time the males return, you will be made to kill them. This is a good game. -

"Emissary?" her mind struggled to take in what had been said. It's not every day that you're told to seduce your daughters or lose your husband and sons. "Master, I don't understand," she said, not daring to refuse after all she had already endured in such a short time. The presence, however, was gone or at least not answering. She thought about running, but got the eerie feeling that her master was simply hiding in the dark recesses of her mind, like a spider in a hole waiting to pounce. And so Jennifer did nothing but silently weep and despair.

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She felt weird and gross after the last exchange with her master, but she wasn't about to take another bath. Nothing today had made sense and there was no way she was going to do anything with her daughters, she assured herself. Though she felt less than confident after the craziness that had befallen her so far. So, with no recourse, she simply fell back to her usual routine of making dinner before everyone got home.

She was in the kitchen when the doorbell rang. She walked to the front door in a haze and opened it without even looking through the peep hole. A Hyundai was parked on the street with a woman, probably a teenager, behind the wheel. On Jennifer's doorstep stood another teen with big breasts and long brown hair. Jennifer recognized her from the twins' cheerleading squad, one of several who had just graduated in the spring. Tonya was her name, she suddenly recalled... or did someone recall it for her? Her mind flashed with images of another woman sucking Tonya's big tits. There and gone.

"Hi, Mrs. Flowers," Tonya said from the doorstep. She was dressed in a large bathrobe for some reason despite being in public in the late summer afternoon. "I have a delivery for you," she said cheerfully while looking Jennifer up and down. Then she stepped inside without waiting for an invitation. "I can't stay long. Gina and I need to get on the road to the next town over," she added, as if that explained everything. Another image, this time of dandelion seeds floating on the air, spreading far and wide, filled her mind. Gone once again in a flash.

"So, what did you bring?" Jennifer said, suspecting this was the emissary her master spoke of, but not wanting to sound stupid for saying it out loud if by chance she was wrong.

"Several things actually," Tonya said as they walked into the living room together. "First of all, we printed out a pretty official looking letter for you that says you won a contest. Tell Tom that you entered it for him and won. He'll be happy. It's easy to make men happy. When you check your Ticket Master app, you'll see that two sets of three tickets have been uploaded to your account for the MLB games this weekend. They are on a back to back home stretch apparently. You can transfer them to Tom's account. You also have an email from a nice hotel near the stadium with a reservation in Tom's name. All paid for in advance with my mom's credit card, not that she will notice or care. My mom's been pretty busy lately," Tonya said with a smile.

Jennifer was allowed a brief glimpse of someone, Tonya's mother apparently. She saw her, from the woman's POV. She was looking down at a teenage girl's bare ass. The teen was on all fours. She was fucking her hard with what looked like a pretty big purple dildo. Jennifer still didn't know she would grow a cock like that herself when the time was right, even though she had already dreamed of herself in the same state. The teen was writhing and moaning, clearly orgasming hard as the woman pounded her from behind. She looked over her shoulder and up at the woman, up at Jennifer it seemed. The girl looked a lot like Tonya, probably her younger sister. The teen's body shuddered in ecstasy as Tonya's mom hammered the girl's pussy while squeezing her ass cheeks. "I'm cumming, mommy," the girl moaned while still looking up at her just before the vision abruptly ended.

"... nobody's collecting bills for too much longer," Tonya was saying when Jennifer came back to herself. "Anyway, give the boys the good news tonight and send them on their way tomorrow. Don't worry about little Johnny missing school. That won't be a problem for much longer either. That should give you the whole weekend to, um, take care of business," Tonya said with a knowing smile.

"But what if I can't... take care of business? Tonya, I'm so scared. Can't we..." She lowered her voice to a desperate whisper, "Can't we just run?"

Tonya just looked into Jennifer's eyes and shook her head. "No, Mrs. Flowers, you couldn't run if you tried. You know that our Master is always watching. The good news is that once you've tasted his power, you won't want to run." Tonya reached up and brushed some stray hair out of Jennifer's face. "Speaking of that, I have another delivery for you. It's kind of like a sample," she said and undid the belt on her robe.

Tonya's robe fell open, exposing the naked body beneath. The teen's breasts were quite large and almost perfectly round, her body toned but curvy. Jennifer took a step back, clearly thrown off by the sudden nudity. Even worse, softball sized pinkish globs covered both of the teen's big round tits. Another skittered across the teen's tummy and settled between her naked legs, making Tonya sigh with pleasure. They were just like the thing that covered her face earlier! Jennifer took another step back in sudden fear, but her ass hit the wall. The globs on Tonya's tits began to undulate and make wet sucking sounds. They're sucking her nipples, Jennifer thought in equal parts disgust and amazement. Something itched on Jennifer's back, then seemed to move. Oh god, she realized, it's still on me! But Jennifer's passenger had already incorporated itself into her systems, and within seconds had injected her bloodstream with pheromones that began to force her arousal. Despite her resistance, fear soon gave way to desire, disgust to horniness. When Tonya took another step forward, Jennifer let her.

"That's right, Mrs. Flowers," the teen cooed and pressed her blob covered tits against Jennifer's chest. "Just let it happen," she said as her little globes sent small tentacles down to the hem of Jennifer's shirt and quickly lifted it and her bra up and over her tits.

"Don't," Jennifer said weakly as Tonya pressed her bare tits against the older woman's, sandwiching the pink blobs between them. "Don't.... oh... ohhhhh," Jennifer sighed, her words devolving into a soft moan.

Her skin felt electrified, warm, and oh so alive. A thousand tiny mouths kissed each little goosebump on her tits, which only made them stand up more. A larger toothless mouth latched onto each nipple and immediately started sucking. Her skin pebbled and puckered, hardening her nipples beyond belief. Jennifer pressed her head back against the wall and let out a long, slow moan.

Tonya moved with her, keeping their tits and bodies pressed together. "Doesn't that feel so good, Mrs. Flowers," she said with her lips almost brushing the older woman's.

Jennifer nodded, now desperate for more. She liked it when Tom sucked her tits, but it was just a pleasant, mildly arousing sensation when he did it. Just foreplay. This... this was better than any sex she'd ever had. Her legs trembled. She uttered another long, shuddering moan. The pink orbs suckled and pumped, sliding off from Tonya's tits and attaching solely to Jennifer's.

The teen stepped back, letting the older woman revel in the sensations. The third drone stayed with Tonya, slowly fucking her pussy while she watched the older woman squirm. Tonya turned Jennifer toward the wall, The drones suction-cupped themselves to it, pulling Jennifer's tits with them. She moaned and braced her hands there, pushing herself away, then relaxing, which amplified the pumping and sucking sensations. Tonya backed herself against the wall beside her new friend. Tonya's drone, sensing her intentions perfectly, slid around behind her and stuck itself to the wall as well. She backed her ass against it. The drone's phallus filled her pussy from behind almost perfectly, though not quite as good as Ms. Mayes or her own mother had. Nothing compared to getting fucked by your own mother, it seemed. Even so, Tonya was soon bouncing her ass against the wall in time with Mrs. Flowers' gyrations beside her.

Tonya knew she would have to leave soon. She and Gina had a car full of round, pink drones that they were to drive to the next town over. The Master was eager to infect more women, eager to consume this world which abounded with sexual energy. And Tonya was eager to get back home the let her mother fuck her some more so they could make more babies together. But first things first, she thought and returned her attention to the woman in front of her.

Jennifer groaned, on the edge of orgasm simply from having her tits played with. She shuddered, feeling release on the way. Despite this fucked up day, she was ready for this. She needed this.... but her orgasm stayed just out of reach.

"Not yet, Mrs. Flowers," Tonya said from beside her. "You can't cum until you ask for it."

"Please. Please let me cum, Tonya," Jennifer said, already begging for it while she bounced her tits against the wall.

"No, don't ask me. You have to ask them," she said and gently squeezed one of the orbs sucking Jen's tit.

Panting, Jennifer looked down at her heaving chest. "Please. Oohh... mmmm... Please," she groaned, hovering on the edge of the cliff without ever going over.

"No," Tonya teased. "They have names. You have to say their names if you want to cum." She tugged on the blob on Jennifer's left breast and said, "This one, I named Piper. You'll have to ask Piper to let you cum."

"Oh, no.... Please no, Tonya," Jennifer begged, though her legs trembled and a wet spot was quickly soaking through her jeans.

Ignoring her, Tonya continued and squeezed on Jen's right breast, making the blob stretch out and tug her breast until Jen felt like her nipple would shatter. It felt impossibly good somehow. "And this one," she teased, squeezing even harder and getting desperate moan in return. "This one is named Teagan." Tonya grabbed them both and squeezed hard, distending both of Jennifer's aching tits. "Just ask them to let you cum, Mrs. Flowers," Tonya said, ready to cum herself.

"Oh my god, oh my god.... I can't...." Jennifer shuddered, her need all consuming as Tonya humped the wall beside her while the blobs sucked Jens tits with a thousand little gummy mouths.

"Do it, Mrs. Flowers. They want you to cum. They're so hungry for mommy's titties. Just ask them," she panted while clapping her ass against the wall.

"Oh fuck, I need to cum.... oooohhh," Jennifer let out a shuddering moan, giving in to her hunger. In a raspy whisper she relented and begged, "Piper..... Teagan...." She closed her eyes, "Please.... please let me cum."

"OH fuck that's good," Tonya moaned, banging her ass on the wall while her probe fucked her to orgasm.

At the same time, through her closed eyes, Jennifer looked down at her breasts. Instead of two purplish blobs, her daughters were there, each hungrily sucking on a hard nipple. She grabbed their heads, wanting to push them away, but needing to pull them tighter. She grabbed two handfuls of drone that to her felt just like her daughter's heads and pulled them tight against her tits.

"Harder, Teagan," Jennifer moaned as she started to shudder. "Just like that, Piper," she groaned as the wet spot on her jeans blossomed. "Just like.... just.... oh fuck.... fuck, fuck, fuck I'm cumming." Then the cliff fell out from beneath her and Jennifer's orgasm wracked her body with spasms so fierce that she sunk to the floor, and pulled the drones from their perch on the wall with a wet pop.

"Uuuuhhhh! Uuuhhhhh! Uuuhhhh!!! Fuckfuckfuckfuuuuuck!!!"

She lay on the floor panting for a long time, both basking in afterglow and wallowing in shame for what she had done. When Jennifer finally came back to her senses, Tonya was kneeling beside her, telling her what a good girl she was for cumming so hard. The three drones had detached themselves from the ladies and sat as near perfect orbs on the floor. The car at the street gave an impatient toot of its horn.

"Well, I have to go now, Mrs. Flowers. I hope you had fun," Tonya said and gave Jen a soft kiss on the lips. "Good luck this weekend. I hope we don't have to kill your boys for you," she said just as sweetly.

Tonya stood up and headed toward the door. At the threshold, she stopped and turned, adding, "The three drones here will be hitching a ride with the men. If you try to run, try to warn them, try anything, the Master will know and he will have the drones kill them if you're lucky. If you're not, he will make you do it yourself. So do a good job, Mrs. Flowers, and get into your daughters' panties. Speaking of panties, you better go change before they get home."

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"Mom, we're home!" Johnny called as he and the twins tromped in.

He had come from football practice, the twins from cheer squad, and they rode the late bus home together. Tom and Joe would be in shortly after wrapping up work out in the pastures. Jennifer had dinner just about ready, even though it was just frozen pizzas and a bagged salad that she luckily had on hand. Dinner prep had been done on autopilot while she struggled not to have a full on mental collapse. If she showed any signs of distress, her husband and boys wouldn't leave and then they would die. See wiped at her eyes before the kids could see, thinking to take this one step at a time.

"How was school?" she asked the kids as a group.

"Crazy," said Johnny. "Like half the school didn't show today."

"It wasn't half," Piper said while rolling her eyes at her little brother as she dropped her overloaded bookbag to the floor.

"Well it was way more than yesterday," Johnny spouted back at her.

"Whatever," Piper said, sounding like a valley girl.

"It was kind of sparse in class today, mom," Teagan said. "There must be some summer flu or something going around. Even some teachers were out today and they had a hard time finding subs."

"That's crazy," Jennifer said, imagining moms and daughters all over town sucking on each others' titties. Was it her imagination, or was she being given a glimpse into the other people's lives? She didn't know and didn't want to know. She glanced at the twins before pushing the thoughts aside and said, "Well looks like your dad is late. You kids can go ahead and eat."

Jen stared off into the distance as the kids dug into their dinner. She wondered what was becoming of their town. Her mind flashed back to Tonya's mom fucking her daughter and she felt like she had a pretty good idea as to what was happening whether she wanted to admit it or not. Still, she refused to admit that she would share that fate. Despite the feelings forced upon her earlier today, when she looked at her daughters now, she felt nothing but normal. Even so, she had to get the boys out of the house tomorrow, for she had no doubt about the master's power.

Before the kids were done eating, Tom and Joe trudged into the house, clearly exhausted from a day moving cattle from one pasture to the other. Luckily, they had gotten it completely done. So when Jennifer presented the surprise contest win to Tom, he had little recourse but to reluctantly take the weekend off from cattle work. Johnny hooted wildly when he was told he could leave school at lunch so they could make the three hour drive to the big city where the games would be. Joe high fived him, also happy to get the weekend off. Jen noticed that her boys and her husband stank, which was not unusual after a long hot day. But for some reason, the smell really soured her stomach today. As soon as dinner was over, she sent them off to get cleaned up, and only reluctantly accepted a kiss on the cheek from Tom as he passed by.

That night, he tried to put the moves on her, but she was far too nervous about the days ahead. She also knew those blobs were somewhere in the house watching her and her master was always, always lurking inside her head. Even worse, she still thought Tom smelled bad even though he was fastidious in his hygiene. So despite his best efforts, Jen politely rebuffed Tom, saying she didn't feel well, which wasn't untrue. And for the first time in their twenty years of marriage, she rolled over to try to sleep without kissing Tom goodnight, nor would she ever kiss him goodnight again.

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The next morning, Jennifer awoke rested and refreshed. She was surprised she got any sleep at all, but somehow fell out right away almost as soon as she rolled over. She had no dreams that she could remember, and felt no foreboding presence in her head. She helped to men pack, taking care of Johnny's stuff while he was at school. The twins grumbled a bit at not being able to go, but Jennifer had promised them a great girls' weekend before sending them off to class. Just thought of trying to do anything with her daughters nauseated her, but what choice did she have? She had to find a way to get out of this.

Jennifer focused her mind on packing her son's bag. She kept repeating the list of things in the bag over and over while her hand grabbed a pencil from his desk. Underwear, socks, t-shirt, baseball cap, glove.... on and on she went in her head while her hand scribbled out a quick note on a stray piece of paper, a note she hoped her husband would see in time to come save her. Still chanting her mantra in her head, Jennifer folded the paper in half and slipped it in the bag. She never froze, never convulsed in pain. As she tossed the bag onto the bed, she breathed a sigh of relief and tried to push any thought of what she'd done out of her head.

She gave Tom and Joe a kiss on their cheeks, still saying she didn't feel well when Tom tried to kiss her mouth. They stank, plain and simple, though she didn't want to tell them. And now, when she looked at the men she loved, she couldn't help but see all their faults. Receding hairline, little paunch on Tom's belly, bad breath, wrinkles, and B. O. Gross, she caught herself thinking before reminding herself that it was just the thing in her head making her feel this way... wasn't it?

Even so, when they left she still felt a little sad that she wouldn't have Tom to rely on of confide in during this crazy time. As the car drove away, Jen caught a quick glimpse of those pink orbs clinging to the bottom of the SUV. Her stomach lurched in fear for them, but also fluttered with a different kind of nerves as she looked ahead to the coming weekend alone with her daughters.

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Jennifer fluttered about the house all afternoon, not sure what to do or how to do it. The voices in her head had gone strangely quiet. No doubt it was part of her master's game to leave her twisting in the wind with her family's lives on the line. She ran through countless scenarios of how to seduce her daughters, not just one, but both of them in the span of two nights. She could drug them, get them drunk, try a massage or some other ruse, but none of it seemed realistic. This wasn't some porno where a mother rubbed her daughter's leg and suddenly they were rolling naked on the bed. She ended up spending the afternoon going through every idea she could think of. As the day progressed, despite her failure to come up with anything, ideas became scenarios, and those eventually became daydreams. Then daydreams slowly morphed into fantasies. Without too much of a push from the Master's mind, Jennifer found herself wondering what her first kiss with her daughters would feel like; Which one would she kiss first; Could she get them to kiss each other; and would they like to suck her tits together?

The front door opened and the twins came in, dropping their heavy bookbags to the floor while chattering away. Jennifer quickly pulled her hand out of her shorts before they noticed she had just started playing with herself. When had she even started doing that? A glance at the girls showed they hadn't noticed. Even so, she blushed crimson and all but jumped up from the couch to greet them while wiping her hand on her shorts.

"How was school?" she asked, masking her fluster.

"It was fine," Teagan said, already checking her phone and heading into the cool of the house and away from the summer heat.

"Yeah," added Piper, "A Friday where like a quarter of the school is either sick or playing hooky. Needless to say, not much got done today. You should have let us leave when Johnny did," she said, not quite getting huffy about it.

"So, I promised we would have fun this weekend to make up for not getting to go with the boys," Jen said, still floundering for a way to start down the road into her twins' panties. Had she really just been playing with herself to the thought of that? She shook her head and continued, "How about we go get dinner or something?"

"I hope that's not your big idea, mom," Teagan said, still staring at her phone. "Besides, I have a date with Tommy tonight."

"Me too," said Piper. Then she laughed and added, "Not with Tommy though. With Jeff."

"Oh, yeah, I forgot," Jen said trying to sound disappointed, though she was relieved at this sudden reprieve.

But was there also a pang of jealousy in there? She brushed it off, and the girls went to change and get ready. Piper came down with her hair tied up with a bow, letting it flow down her back in along dark ponytail. She wore a tight, stretchy, white sleeveless shirt and a dark blue skirt that ended just above her knees. White Keds covered her feet. A few minutes later, Teagan came down looking equally cute with her hair hanging loose but combed back, a light blue button up blouse, and khaki pants that hugged her butt.

Piper was heading to the drive in theater with Jeff while Teagan and Tommy were having dinner with his parents. Their relationship was really blossoming and tonight would be the third time she had dinner with them in as many months. Jen wanted nothing but the best for her daughters even though, as the girls talked about their boyfriends with smiles and giggles, she couldn't keep that pang of jealousy away. Tommy showed up right on time as always, made his awkward hellos and escorted Teagan to his car. When his hand slipped from her waist to her butt as he opened the door for her, Jen's face flared crimson with jealous anger that she attributed to being a protective mother. Still, once they were gone, she felt normal again.

Six O'clock became six thirty and Jeff still had not arrived for Piper, who was growing increasingly angry. Their dinner reservation at the only very nice restaurant in their small town was for seven. Even if they left now, they would be pushing to get their on time. She called, she texted, she called again. Nothing.

"He's not coming," Piper said, almost in tears at being stood up.

"I'm sure it's just car trouble or something. I have his mother's number. Let me see what she says. Go wipe your eyes or your makeup will run."

Piper stepped out while Jennifer lifted her phone to her ear. She wasn't calling anyone, didn't know why she lied or how easily it had come, but her vision soon clouded over and she was seeing through someone else's eyes again. This time, it was Jeff's mother. She didn't know how she knew, she just did. Jeff was dead on the floor, his mother/Jen stood over him screaming both in orgasm and insanity at what she had been forced to do. She had no daughters of her own, but males could not be allowed to taint the Master's prizes. And so when the woman had become one with the Master, he had taken care of Jennifer's competition. She would now serve as a protector of the expanding hive, a warrior designed to slay rather than fuck, though her reward was the same.

"Well?" Piper asked from behind Jen.

"Oh? I understand," Jen pretended to say into the phone. "Tell him we hope he feels better," she added before taking the phone from her ear. Jennifer did not want to share that woman's fate and shuddered at the thought before turning with a soft smile to her daughter. "Jeff's got that flu that's going around. So sick, he couldn't get off the toilet, his mom said."

"Aww, my poor baby," Piper cooed, all anger washing away instantly.

"He'll be fine," Jen lied, seeing his dead face again, and somehow not feeling too bad about it. "I can take you to dinner. No sense wasting the reservation. My treat."

"We'll be late."

"Beautiful women are never late," Jen said, already rushing to her room to change.

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They made it roughly on time, though the place wasn't as packed as it should have been on a Friday night. Jen felt nervous, but it was only dinner and there had been no sign of anyone forcing her to do anything, which was good. She had time still to just be a normal mom. As they ordered and chatted, Jen looked around the room. Two tables over, another mother and daughter were almost done eating. The mother, who was a blonde of about 50 but in great shape, looked nervous, almost scared. The daughter in her twenties was oblivious. When her eyes met Jen's, both women knew their predicament was the same. Jen excused herself to go to the bathroom and shortly thereafter, the woman followed.

After an older, heavyset woman walked out, they had the bathroom to themselves. Neither woman wanted to speak. Jen took a breath and just started, "So, can I ask you something weird?"

"Yes," the older woman said while fiddling nervously with her hair in the mirror.

"Are you, um, here kind of against your will? And.... I guess maybe you're supposed to do something you don't want to do?"

The woman closed her eyes, squeezing them tight with a small sense of relief. "Yes, oh god you too?"

"Yeah," Jen nodded and touched the woman's hand. She felt the instant connection, the Master's touch upon them both and knew it was true. "What are we gonna do?"

"I don't know. I'm so nervous I could shit a brick. I only have 'til midnight. You?" she asked nearly sobbing.

"I have until Sunday," Jen whimpered, trying not to break down and wondering when the Master would punish them for talking. "But I have... I have twin daughters... and he wants... wants them both."

"Oh no. Girl, I am so sorry. I have three girls but two have moved out. Stacy wasn't so lucky... but I guess she'll get lucky tonight," the woman, Gail, cackled almost hysterically.

"There's gotta be a way out," Jen insisted.

"I tried. There is no way out," Gail said while drying her eyes. "And sadly, for the last few hours, it's all I can think about. All I want to do is eat my daughter's pussy. As soon as she's done eating, I'm taking her to the drive in and eating her little cunt just as fast as I can," She said, her voice growing hungry. Then Gail's eyes went blank for a moment before she added, "He says.... he says he wants you to come too. You have to watch... so you know what to do... when the time comes." She spoke reluctantly, trying not to start crying again despite the hunger that was steadily overtaking her.

Jen didn't have to ask who "He" was. She knew and therefore she obeyed. So after eating her dinner without tasting it, she found herself driving Piper in their old Chevy truck to the local drive-in theater just in time for the show.

"What movie is playing tonight, mom?" Piper asked as they pulled in to the retro styled drive in theater.

"It's the second half of Wicked," Jen said, though it really didn't matter to her. "You loved the first one."

Jen's eyes were locked on the black SUV that had pulled in ahead of them. Gail was driving it, and beside her in the big car was her daughter. Jen didn't want to admit it, but she needed to see how this unfolded... just so she had somewhere to start, she told herself as she maneuvered her old Chevy truck in beside Gail's newer SUV. The drive-in was pretty crowded, but not as full as she would have expected for a Friday night. So finding spaces beside each other wasn't that hard. Jennifer put the truck in park and tuned her FM radio to the specified channel to get audio for the movie as the previews began. She left the truck running to keep the AC flowing on this hot summer night, but they eased the bench seat as far back as possible, for leg room, Jen told her daughter, while doing her best not to imagine Piper sliding into the floor between her legs.

Jen looked over at Gail's SUV. She could see movement inside, but the windows were tinted. This wasn't going to be much of a show, she thought as the previews began to roll on screen. She glanced at Piper, eyes subconsciously checking out her little body. The AC was apparently working because the girl's nipples were poking at her tight shirt. Jen forced her eyes away, imagining a clock ticking down in her head. She couldn't do this to her little girls. She glanced back at the SUV, seeing more movement, but nothing definitive.

Then her eyes clouded over and she was suddenly seeing the world through Gail's eyes. The hive mind, she thought again before being drawn into what Gail was seeing, doing, and feeling. Stacy was watching the previews, looking happy but Gail/Jen was watching her like a hawk scoping out a dove. Jen could feel the urge in Gail, a primal, lusty need to fuck, suck, lick, mate... breed. She pulled her her gaze away and was back in her own car, Piper sat beside her laughing at the preview for an upcoming comedy. Jen was overwhelmed by what she had felt, such unbridled hunger! And yet, her in her own car, she felt nothing. Well, almost nothing, she admitted after catching herself staring at Piper's graceful neck for a second too long. Still, it seemed safe enough to check in without an adverse effects. So despite how gross the idea of peeping in on a mother seducing her daughter was to her, Jen took a breath and reached back out with her mind.

Jen was back in Gail's SUV, inside of Gail's head to be more accurate. Gail was complaining that the driver's seat was hurting her back so they climbed into the backseat together and Gail had Stacy slide into the middle so she could see the screen better, she said, though she was thinking that her daughter wouldn't be watching the movie for much longer. Jen got the feeling that Gail knew there was an intruder in her head, but all of her will, it seemed, was now focused on getting her daughter's panties down. So the fact that Jen was there didn't really matter.

"There, that's better, isn't it, Stacy?" Gail said while casually throwing her arm around her daughter's shoulders.

"Yeah, this is a little better actually, that AC was freezing me up front," Stacy said, though her button up denim blouse seemed to cover her chest pretty well.

"Well snuggle up and I'll get you warm," Gail said and rubbed Stacy's bare arm.

Then Jen felt something odd. Gail's mind tapped into resources Jen did not know they possessed. Gail's body transformed, just a little, but it was still shocking for Jen when a tentacle slipped out of Gail's lower back and into the crack of the seat. Jen sensed it, felt as if she herself were guiding it, as it kissed the floor of the car and slowly birthed a pine cone shaped mushroom. The mushroom swelled and then contracted, then repeated the process as if breathing. Even before the sex charged pheromones began to fill the air, Jen knew what the device's purpose was. When Gail breathed in the first motes of pheromone, she and Jen were both able to feel its effects. While it might take some time for Stacy to be overcome, Gail's already sex crazed brain went into sexual overdrive almost instantly. Any doubts or hesitation she had regarding protecting her daughter evaporated in that instant. The effect was so shocking to Jen that she immediately retreated back into herself.

She was back in her truck, safe once again with Piper watching the opening credits roll by. Still normal, she thought to herself, though her hand crept to her back to scratch an itch that wasn't really there. She knew that same pink blob that had transformed Gail was also in her. But I'm still me, Jen said to herself, despite the dampness that had formed in her panties. She didn't really want to go back again. But Master told me to watch, she reminded herself, and closed her eyes once again.

When she opened them, she was Gail again. Pheromones were flooding her system. Her pussy was literally dripping onto the seat beneath her. Gail and Stacy laughed together at the movie, deep breaths drawing pheromones deep into both of their lungs. Gail slid her hand along her daughter's arm, feeling goosebumps rise at her touch. She knew her daughter was starting to feel it. Laughing together again, Gail/Jen let her other hand come to rest on her daughter's knee just below her denim skirt. Gail's heart pounded, and so did Jennifer's, as they slid their hand up Stacy's leg just until it pushed the denim up an inch. Stacy giggled at another scene, but this time a little nervously. Her thigh was now covered in goosebumps.

Jen jumped back into her body, overcome by nerves. Her body trembled as she told herself she was still in control despite her now wet panties.

"You cold mom?" Piper asked when she saw her mom suddenly shiver. "Here, scooch on over," she said innocently and patted the bench seat just beside her.

Don't, Jen told herself. But she did anyway and settled herself against Piper's warm body. Piper leaned over, accidentally brushing her little breast against her mother's arm as she turned the air down a little. Then they settled back against the seats and returned to the show.

Except the show Jen found herself watching was through her new friend's eyes again. She was staring down at Stacy. One hand still slowly stroked the girl's upper arm, the other had slid up her thigh another few inches, pushing her skirt up with it. Stacy had gone very still other than her heaving chest. Jen and Gail watched Stacy's boobs rise and fall, knowing that those heavy breaths just pumped more pheromones into her system. While witches and munchkins danced on screen, Gail slid her hand down her daughter's upper arm and let it fall to her waist. Then slowly, she crept upward until her hand had settled just under one of Stacy's heaving breasts. Her other hand stroked the girl's thigh, feeling pebbled flesh rise on the smoothly shaven skin.

Gail and Jen leaned down and gently kissed Stacy's ear. The girl was frozen, but did not pull away. They heard the gentle huff as the mushroom pumped out another dose of pheromone. Stacy sighed, breathing deeply as her mom kissed her earlobe.

"Mom?" Stacy said weakly when Gail and Jen moved lower and kissed the girl's neck.

They slid their hand upward and cupped a heaving, denim covered breast. Even through the thick material, they could feel how hard Stacy's nipple was. They squeezed Stacy's fat tit and sucked on her neck, getting a shuddering sigh in return.

"Mom. Stop," Stacy said, her voice soft and breathy.

Gail and Jen pulled on her daughter's thigh and Stacy only resisted a little before she let her legs be spread. They slid their hand upward, dragging the denim skirt up with it and exposing the cup of Stacy's red satin panties. Gail let her hand continue upward over her daughter's belly to the four big brass buttons that held her denim blouse closed. One by one she deftly popped them open, letting Stacy's black bra slide into view, big tits heaving beneath it. Gail and Jen quickly brushed the shirt aside and grabbed a handful of tit, tugging hard while their other hand started its slow descent back toward Stacy's dripping wet panties.

Gail sucked on her daughter's neck and tugged her tit, getting another soft moan in return. She pulled the bra aside, exposing her daughter's nipple to the air before quickly rolling and tugging that hard little nub between her fingers.

"Mommmm," Stacy groaned.

But then, Jen realized, she was hearing Piper's voice. She hastily jumped back into herself, surprised at being upset for getting dragged away from what she would have been appalled by just moments before.

"What?" she said a little too harshly. Then quickly added, "Sorry. I'm just really into this movie."

"Yeah, I can tell. You were really zoned out. Can I get popcorn?"

"Yeah... yeah sure. Take twenty bucks from my purse."

Jen's eyes lingered on her daughter's butt when she exited. As soon as the door closed, Jen jumped back into Gail's head, now eager to watch the mother seduce her daughter.

Things had progressed quickly in Jen's brief absence. Jen felt their tongue in Stacy's mouth, mother's lips locked against her daughter's. Gail's tongue dove deep into her daughter's mouth, swirling, probing, and exploring while the younger girl's did the same. Jen's heart pounded, surprising herself with how much she liked the sensation of exploring another woman's body. While the two women kissed deeply, Gail cupped and squeezed Stacy's bare breast. Stacy's skirt was pushed all the way up above her waist and Gail's hand was buried inside the front of the girl's panties. Jen felt how wet the girl was as they slid their fingers along her swollen pussy lips. Gail let out a groan of conquest into Stacy's mouth as she pushed two fingers into her daughter's dripping pussy for the first time.

Jen watched and felt the older woman begin pumping her daughter's pussy with her two middle fingers. She was going hard and fast, clearly trying to make her daughter cum equally hard and fast. Stacy spread her legs even wider, giving her mom as much access to her pussy as possible. She braced her feet on the back of the front seat and started fucking herself against her mom's hand. Gail pulled her tongue from her daughter's mouth and sat back, letting the hand on Stacy's breast slide around to the back of the girl's head. She pulled Stacy's hair, forcing her head back while her fingers pumped the slippery tight pussy hole of her daughter. Stacy gasped as pleasure and pain collided. She sucked in a big breath of pheromone laden air and immediately started to cum.

"Mom, I'm cumming. I'm cumming. I'm cumming," Stacy grunted while bouncing her ass on the seat, her feet up like stirrups.

"Do it, baby," Gail and Jen whispered together, pumping Stacy's pussy as fast as they could.

Then without waiting for the girl to finish, Gail dropped into the floor board and dropped her head between her daughter's legs. Soon the car was filled with the wet sloppy sounds of pussy being eaten. Gail wiggled her head and sent her tongue deep inside her moaning daughter's hole. Jen felt Gail's tongue swell and lengthen. She felt her dive deeper, slipping her tongue the entire length of the girl's vagina and tasting her cervix. Stacy squealed in pleasure and grabbed her mom's head. Gail pulled back enough to look up into her daughter's face, her monstrously long tongue stayed embedded, and pushed even deeper, parting her cervix and entering her womb. The girl started cumming again, grinding against her mom's face. Gail's tongue, now the shape of a fat cock, fucked her daughter's pussy. She pushed deeper, bumping the back of Stacy's uterus with every thrust of her tongue. Each stroke getting a lusty moan from the girl in return.

Back in her truck, Jennifer's panties were now soaked. The oath she had taken to protect her daughters was now as weak as her trembling knees. She still knew she shouldn't, knew it was wrong, didn't want to give in. While Jennifer's attention was focused on watching the incestuous show happening just a few feet away, unbeknownst to her, a single tentacle slowly slipped from her back and down to the floorboard where it quickly laid a fat pine cone sized pheromone generator. It was pumping steadily away without either woman's knowledge by the time Piper sat back down with a bowl full of popcorn.

"I think someone's having sex in that car over there," Piper said with a giggle as she settled in.

Jen glanced over, distracted by her daughter's arrival. She was eager to get back into Gail's head after this sudden interruption. The SUV was shimmying steadily now, probably from Stacy cumming for at least the third time already, Jen thought. She really, really needed to see this.

"I bet you're right," Jen said with a knowing smile. "Just watch the movie." Because that'll be us soon enough, she thought before pushing the idea from her head, though now much more reluctantly.

Piper stared a little longer, but soon returned to the movie. No sooner had her eyes returned to the screen than Jen was back in Gail's head. Gail was still fucking her daughter's pussy with her tongue, but now it was so big and thick that Gail's mouth was almost abnormally distended to accommodate it. Similarly, Stacy's pussy was stretched into a tight circle. Jen felt every inch of their tongue as Gail fucked the girl with it and knew that this must be what a cock feels like for a guy.

Stacy quivered in ecstasy. Her ass bouncing on the seat. Gail's spit and Stacy's pussy juice dripped to the floor. Her body rocked steadily in time with her mother's thrusting cock, for that is what her tongue had become.

"Mm. Mm. Mm. Don't stop, mom," Stacy moaned as another orgasm loomed.

Her hunger surging, Gail pushed her daughter's legs up until her knees were smashed against her tits. She bobbed her head, fucking her daughter hard, bottoming her tongue out into the back of Stacy's womb. Stacy arched her head back, feeling another, bigger release on the way.

"Deeper. Mm. Mm. Mm. Deeper, mom. Yeah, just like that. Oh my god, just like that. Mm. Mm. Mm. Yeah," Stacy groaned over the wet sounds of her pussy getting eaten out and fucked at the same time.

Then Jen felt it. Like a doorway being opened inside of Gail, inside of her. Gail grunted, her eyes growing wide at the sensation. She slid a hand down her daughter's thigh to her ass and slipped a finger into the girl's spit soaked butt. She felt the teen's pussy clamp down, her asshole clench as she started cumming again.

Gail groaned and her eyes rolled over white. Through the open doorway came a torrent of gooey, pink semen. Her tongue swelled and pulsed, seating itself deep into Stacy's cunt just before the first big jet of cum blasted into the girl.

"Fuck yes!" Stacy moaned. "Oh god. Oh god, oh fuck!" she screamed as her mother's tongue pumped jet after jet of hot cum into her pussy.

Jen's mind nearly shattered at the sensation. Luckily for her, the force of Gail's orgasm ejected her from Gail's mind. The last thing she saw was Stacy's tummy swelling as Gail filled the girl's womb far beyond capacity. Then she was just herself again, well almost herself, sitting in her truck while Wicked played on the distant screen. Piper munched popcorn beside her, still unaware of what lay ahead.

Jen spent several minutes catching her breath. Her panties were soaked but she was having trouble coming to terms with all that just happened. In the moment, it had been so incredibly hot, but at the end, Gail had started to transform into something different, something not human. Jennifer shuddered at the thought that her fate would be the same. Muffled groans and a gently rocking SUV drew Jen and Piper's eyes again. Piper giggled and went back to the movie. Despite her misgivings, Jen tried to reach back out again, but this time, she was blocked. Her sudden disappointment startled her. Did she really want to see more of that? Kind of, she admitted, as her eyes roved from the SUV to her daughter's nearly flat chest. Those nipples were definitely hard, she thought, while wondering what they might look like without a shirt in the way. She forced her eyes back to the movie, still unaware that her transformed body had already betrayed her. The pheromone generator behind them puffed softly.

"Wow, those two are really going at it," Piper said with nervous giggle.

Jennifer looked over, and sure enough, the SUV was rocking again, this time much more noticeably. Again, she tried to reach out but was still blocked. She bit her lip lower lip, wondering what Gail and Stacy were up to in there as her pussy dripped anew. Oh, my lip is healed, Jen noted in the back of her head. Healing so quickly should have been more of a shock to Jen, but her eyes had already drifted back to Piper's tits and her mind moved on to more important matters.

"Yeah, looks like it," Jennifer said, trying to sound casual but feeling as nervous as a mouse in a room full of cats. Her heart was beating fast, but probably just leftover from her out of body experience, she thought. "Uh oh. Looks like someone is playing peekaboo," Jen said, giggling herself while overtly staring at her daughter's hard nipples.

"What are you..." Piper started to say before seeing where her mom was looking. "Mom! Eeww," she squealed while covering her little tits with her palms.

"Well Piper, that's what you get for not wearing a bra under a tight white shirt. People will stare. I mean how could they not?" Jen said, throwing a subtle compliment her daughter's way. "Should I turn the A/C down?"

"No, I'm not cold," Piper said, still hiding her nipples behind her hands. They pressed hard into her palms through her shirt, making her stomach flutter for some reason. "Besides, no one wants to look at these mosquito bites," she added, perpetually ashamed of her small breasts.

"You'd be surprised how many people like smaller breasts, honey," Jen said while turning the volume down a bit on the movie. Had she turned it down a moment sooner, she might have heard the soft puff of the pheromone generator distributing its payload into the air. "And they're going to grow some more. You're still young." And ripe, she didn't add, thinking she was just still horny from what she'd seen and felt inside of Gail's head. "Doesn't Jeff like them?" she asked, only feeling a little bit bad that the boy was dead.

"Mom, that's embarrassing. Let's just watch the movie," Piper said with flushed cheeks.

"It's not. It's perfectly natural, " Jen said, ignoring her request. "In fact, I read an article in Cosmo that said getting your breasts sucked on a regular basis makes them bigger," Jen lied. Her own cheeks were growing bright red too, as she started to play this flirty game with her daughter.

"Really?" Piper asked, trying to sound casual, though she really was obsessed with getting bigger boobs.

"That's right. They said it was scientifically proven, but it has to be done pretty regularly and for a decent length of time." Jennifer paused. She should stop this conversation in its tracks, but should and would had become two different things. So she said, "So you never answered earlier. Does Jeff like to suck on your tits, Piper?"

"Um, I guess so," Piper said unconvincingly. Her eyes drifted back to the big SUV that was steadily rocking. Her hands still gripped her little breasts, shielding them from her mother's view even though they were still clothed.

"But for how long?" Jennifer pressed.

"I don't know. Not long. He just kind of kisses them and moves on," she said, red faced.

"That's a shame. No wonder they're still tiny," Jennifer said softly. Even quieter still, she added, "But I think they're beautiful."

"That's weird, mom. Besides, you have to say I'm pretty. It's like half your job," Piper said, though she smiled at the compliment.

They sat in silence for a minute, the movie largely muted on the radio. The pheromone generator puffed beneath them unnoticed below the ambient sounds. The windows in the truck's cabin had started to steam up slightly, but not enough to block their view of the screen. Piper glanced at the action, then back over to the SUV. She swallowed hard, wondering how someone could fuck for so long without a break. Jeff usually just pumped and dumped in under five minutes.

"Don't put yourself down, Piper. You know you're pretty. That's why you didn't wear a bra for Jeff tonight," Jen said, her voice calm and a little husky.

"So."

"So, don't be all bashful now. It's just us here," Jen said and reached over to grip her daughter's wrist. She gently but firmly pulled Piper's hand away and pulled her daughter's hand into her mother's lap. "And the other one too," Jennifer said softly while reaching across her daughter to push her other hand away from those tiny little tits. Jennifer openly gawked at her daughter. "See? Not just pretty. You're gorgeous."

"Thanks, mom," Piper said meekly.

"So you said just just kind of kisses them. Do you like it when he does that?" Jen asked, knowing he would never get to do that to her daughter again.

"That's personal," Piper said, blushing bright. Jen could swear she saw her daughter's nipples pushing even harder against her shirt. After a pause, Piper added. "I guess so."

Jennifer squeezed Piper's hand in encouragement. Then she settled the girl's hand palm up on her thigh. Jennifer traced small circles on Piper's palm with the pad of her finger. The movie played on, silent now, through the quickly fogging glass. They both glanced over to Gail's SUV where somehow the rocking had grown even more intense. Jen could only imagine what the two women were doing in there.

She looked back at her daughter who's mouth was agape while she too wondered what was happening in the big car. Jen trailed her finger up Piper's forearm, her touch feather light. Goosebumps prickled up immediately.

"Close your eyes," Jen said softly, knowing she was already going further than she intended to.

"Why?" Piper asked, glancing at her mother.

"Trust your mother," said Jennifer, still lightly caressing her daughter's wrist. You shouldn't, she thought with a dirty internal smile.

Slowly, Piper did as her mother said and her eyes slipped closed.

"Now lay your head back." All Jen could think about was how hard Stacy creamed for her mom.

Piper did, trusting in her mother, though her breaths were coming more rapidly now. Pheromones filled her lungs and flooded her system. Jen tickled her finger across Piper's palm, then lightly over her wrist and said, "Good girl." She traced Piper's vein up her forearm and asked, "Of all the boys who've sucked your tits, was Jeff the best?"

Piper gasped a little at her mom's directness, but said, "He's the only one who's done that."

"That's a shame," Jen said while running her fingertip down to Piper's palm, then back up, this time going up her bicep to her shoulder before descending again. I'm gonna be your next, she thought, and your last.

"Why is that a shame?" Piper asked quietly and let her head lean back against the head rest.

"Because they're so pretty," whispered Jen who couldn't keep her eyes off her daughter's tits, already desperate to lick the salty sweat from them.

"Piper?" Jen said with a quiet hunger. "Can I see them?" Her fingers roamed all along Piper's arm now, then rose up to brush some hair from the teen's neck. Jen let her fingertip brush Piper's neck just below her ear. "Please."

Piper swallowed hard, but kept her eyes closed. "Why would you want to do that, mom?"

"I told you. Because they're so pretty, just like you," Jennifer whispered while trailing her hand back from Piper's wrist to her shoulder, then over to her collarbone. She slid her hand down, narrowly but intentionally, avoiding her daughter's breast, then over her flat belly to the hem of her shirt. Piper tensed, but Jen whispered, "Let me. Just for a second."

With the radio muted, the truck was all but silent. They could both hear the SUV rocking steadily next to them, and though muffled by the glass, a woman clearly screaming in climax. That's gonna be my daughter soon, thought Jennifer as she tugged upward on Piper's tight white shirt.

"Just for a second," Piper echoed and relaxed her arms.

With a greedy smile, Jen lifted the stretchy material up over her daughter's tight, toned abs. Piper gasped when her mother's fingertips grazed her ribs, pulling her shirt up and up and up. Jen stopped just before her daughter's little tits came into view. She switched her grip to push rather than pull and pressed her palms against her daughter's flaming hot skin. Then she pushed the girl's shirt up, letting her thumbs just barely graze Piper's nipples over her shirt as she did. The teen sucked in a breath and held it as her mom exposed her tits, pushing her shirt high up onto her chest.

The Piper's nipples were small. The aureole and nipple together were only the size of a chocolate chip, but they were a muted pink. The swell of her breasts was very subtle, but certainly there. Just a mouthful, thought Jennifer. The milky white flesh was pebbled with goosebumps and those nipples look hard enough to cut glass.

"So pretty," Jennifer breathed, her body already pumped full of pheromones.

Piper was almost panting, her bare chest rising and falling under her mom's gaze. It was embarrassing, but also thrilling for some reason. Anyone could walk by and see her with her tits out. And yet, she didn't try to cover herself, instead letting her mom look. Piper's stomach fluttered and it was suddenly very hard to catch her breath.

She started to raise her head to see what her mom was doing, but her mother's palm pressed firmly against her forehead, keeping her pinned to the headrest. Piper felt her mom moving beside her, their bodies drawing closer. Then she felt warm breath on her left nipple, rapid and shuddering. My mother's warm breath, she thought already anticipating what came next.. Piper threw her hand against the dew covered window and braced herself, leaving a smudgy handprint.

"Let's see if we can make these bigger," Jennifer whispered against her daughter's nipple before sucking it into her hungry mouth.

"Oooooohhhhhhhhhh," Piper moaned, her resistance already crumbled.

Yes! thought, Jennifer, tasting her daughter's salty nipple which felt as hard as it looked against her tongue. She sucked hard, pulling the hard little nub past her lips and then bit down gently before sucking even harder.

"Ooooooooooooo fuck!" Piper sighed loudly. Her hand slid against the wet glass, though her panting breath quickly fogged the glass again.

All mine, Jennifer thought greedily and sucked her daughter's entire little breast into her mouth. Piper arched her back, pressing her chest up into her mother's face. Jennifer sucked loudly and pulled as much of Piper's flattened orb into her mouth as she could. The girl's legs kicked at the floorboard trying to find purchase, toes curling inside her cute little Keds. Jen held her daughter's shoulder against the truck seat with one hand and began to suckle at her daughter's teat. Her other hand firmly grabbed a flailing thigh and pressed it down against the cloth bench seat.

"Oooh. Oooh. Oh fuck, mom," Piper moaned, settling into the sensations a little, though she was still overcome by how incredible her mom's mouth and tongue felt.

Still starved for her daughter's flesh, Jen popped her mouth off of one breast and leaned further over to take in the other one. It too was diamond hard and salty-sweet. Piper flailed anew, her legs kicking feebly. Jennifer grabbed her daughter's knee again, but this time, spread the teen's thighs apart. Her dark blue skirt slid up a little. Jennifer's hand roamed up Piper's thigh taking the skirt with it the rest of the way and exposing a very wet pair of light blue satin panties.

Jen popped Piper's breast from her mouth, panting heavily. "Jeff just kissed these hot little tits? Like this?," Jen asked and gave each tiny nipple a surprisingly gentle kiss while her hand slid up and down Piper's inner thigh.

"Yeah, like that," Piper nodded, stilling a little while her mother kissed each of her nipples back and forth.

"Did he ever make you cum from sucking your tits?" she asked kissing one nipple, then switching to the other and tenderly sucking it past her lips.

"Oh. Oh. Oh my god," Piper moaned as her mom sucked her so delicately. "Mmmm. No, mamma," she managed to say between moans, no longer caring that it was mom's mouth on her nipples.

"Do you want mommy to?" Jen asked, now reveling in the perversion she once feared.

Piper didn't say anything other than incoherent moans and coos of pleasure. Jen held her firmly against the seat, one hand pinning her spread thigh, but refusing to to touch her pussy. The other pinning the girl's shoulder back. When switching her mouth from one tit back to the other, Jen looked down and saw the teen's panties were drenched. She smiled and licked a hard nipple with a tongue that had slowly started to transform into something more gelatinous.

"Do you wanna cum, Piper?" Jen asked again, her words slurring a little as her tongue became soft and gooey.

Unable to speak, Piper nodded eagerly as though she had just heard the best idea in the world. Grinning madly, Jennifer lowered her mouth back to her daughter's breast just as her tongue finished morphing into a gelatinous glob. Spit and slime dribbled down onto Piper's nipple. It was hot and felt electrified in a scintillating way that made Piper groan even before her mom's lips touched her flesh. Then Jennifer sealed her lips over her daughter's breast, mouth expanding just large enough to engulf the flattened, round mound. Her gelatinous blob of a tongue easily covered Piper's nipple and then spread to cover the entire pebble covered expanse of Piper's breast. That same titillating energy coursed through Piper's breast right down to her core. Piper's head rocked back and tendons stood out on her neck. Jennifer felt her daughter cumming before she even started sucking on the tit that filled her gooey mouth.

"UUUnnnnnnggggg!" Piper grunted at the roof of the truck. Her little body shuddered and bucked wildly, only held in place by her mother's strong hands.

Jen started sucking immediately after Piper's first orgasmic convulsion. Her thick jelly tongue undulated across Piper's hyper sensitive nipple and breast which pushed Piper right back to the height of her orgasm. Each undulation of Jen's tongue increased the suction, distending the girl's breast in her mouth while the goo penetrated her flesh and began altering her body while also heightening her orgasm even further.

"OOOOOOOOOoooooooooooo!" Piper groaned and shuddered hard. "Ooohhhh goddddd!"

Jen felt a hot splash which coated the hand holding her daughter's thigh in place. She knew right away that Piper had just squirted right through her soaked panties. A second splash followed the first, then a third when Jennifer pulled her head back, dragging the girl's titty with her. Piper arched her back, maintaining contact, not that she had a choice since her mom was sucking her so hard. Jen started bobbing her head, alternating the motion with her undulating tongue. Her daughter shuddered beneath her on the edge of sanity. Jen held her daughter like that, sucking, pumping, and undulating her mouth and tongue while her daughter's body trembled uncontrollably beneath her. She kept the pressure up until she felt the girl's breast swell into her mouth.

With a loud plop, Jen pulled her mouth free of Piper's heaving breast. It was now noticeably larger than the other one. Nothing cartoonish or inhuman, but what was once a small A-cup was now a small B. Piper panted, trying to catch her breath, but only pumping even more pheromones into her body. Exhausted, she collapsed back against the bench seat, content to be held in her mother's grip. Jen smiled while looking down at her daughter, knowing the job was only half done.

The windows were steamed over now. The movie playing on in the distance was just a soft glow on the condensation. Jen could still hear Gail pounding away at her daughter. She could see her now inside the other woman's head again, she realized, and watched the older woman fuck Stacy's ass with her bent over the back seat. She had a big fat cock and it was no dildo. All twelve inches of it was hers, Jen could feel every inch in her mind as it pounded steadily into Stacy's quivering cheeks which elicited a heady moan with each clapping stroke. Jen knew this was her destiny and accepted it. She was going to fuck her daughter tonight. Just as she was about to move on to Piper's other tit, her master chimed in.

-No. You will not.-

She felt the Master's will push her head down onto Piper's other breast. She started sucking and transforming the girl's breast without hesitation. Piper started cumming again, going from an exhausted stated of relaxation to moaning and thrashing beneath her mother in a matter of seconds.

"But why, my Master?" Jen asked in her head, almost pleading while Piper shuddered and sprayed her with another blast of creamy hot pussy juice.

-Fuck them both, your twins. At the same time or not at all. You will not cum until then. This is my will. This is your command.-

"Yes, my Master," Jennifer said through her mind as she watched and felt Gail begin to dump her tenth load into Stacy through their shared connection.

This time, though the Master did not let Jennifer partake in the sensation. She could only watch, not feel. He also never let her see that Stacy had already birthed over a dozen little pink drones. All Jennifer knew is that she would get to have sex with her daughters soon, never considering the ramifications of shooting alien jizz into their wombs. Jennifer felt a deep ache in her belly, finally understanding what the term "Blue Balls" meant, as she was denied the pleasure of Gail's, or her own, release.

Even so, Jen suckled her daughter hard for another ten minutes, making Piper cum countless times, but denied a release of her own. She felt the teen's tit pop in her mouth and sensed the growth was complete. She slid her gooey mouth from Piper's aching tit and willed her lips and tongue to reform. Piper collapsed against the seat, spent and exhausted. Jen spent the next few minutes cleaning up as best she could, though her daughter's panties were beyond ruined. She ended up taking them off of the now deeply slumbering girl and tossing them out the window. She wiped down the windows, pulled Piper's shirt down, noting it was much tighter now, and drove her slumbering daughter home before the movie had ended.

What Jen didn't see was that Gail had opened her car door and let all her little children free well before the credits had started to roll. Each pink drone rolled and skittered through the dark. While Gail lined her fat cock up with her daughter's pussy for one more backseat ride, her drones sought out their targets. One by one, they chose a car and attached themselves to it before going dormant. Before the night was over, they would be driven to unsuspecting homes across the county where they would quickly infect whatever mothers they could find. Those mothers would soon find themselves as Gail found herself now... fucking their daughters. The Master's will had been done tonight, Gail thought with a smile while pushing her cock deep into Stacy's womb. And would be done again... and again... and again.

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Back at the Flowers' residence, Jennifer carried her daughter inside. She was a little surprised at how strong she felt now, easily holding her daughter like a sack of potatoes. The better to fuck with, she supposed, and imagined a hundred possible positions she could try with Piper and Teagan soon. She carried the exhausted teen up to the bedroom she shared with her sister. It was only eleven o'clock, so she wasn't too worried that Teagan wasn't home. At least until she started imagining what Tommy might be doing with or to her daughter. Jennifer's face flared red, not with a mother's protective instinct, but with pure hot jealousy. In a flash, she had her phone out and texted Teagan that it was time to get home. She saw the three dots flashing for some time. Was Teagan typing or getting felt up? Hot rage flared anew. She's mine, thought Jennifer while the dots seemed to mock her. But then her daughter's text appeared saying that she was almost home.

Jen's emotions switched from jealousy to nervousness. Piper stank of pussy cream and was laying in bed with her skirt around her hips and no panties on. With her shirt stretched so tightly across her chest, it was actually quite an impressive sight. Even so, Jennifer doubted Teagan would simply walk in and join them in bed. She thought about the pheromones that Gail had put into action to take her daughter and immediately knew she would do the same. It was only in hindsight, now that her head was relatively clear, did she realize her master had tricked her with a similar pheromone dump in her truck. She should have been mad that he had all but forced her to seduce Piper, but it had all felt so, so good. In fact, even without the generator pumping out its magic mist, all Jennifer could think about was getting to cum with, on, and in her daughters.

She tucked Piper into bed after cleaning her up a little bit, though the teen never stirred. Then she went to her own room and tried to sleep. While she barely slept the night before due to fretting over her situation, tonight she was equally restless. The difference though, was that countless dirty scenarios were playing through her head and she was having trouble deciding which to try first with her twins. Her belly rolled and ached as though a dam inside her was holding back a great tide. She wanted to touch herself but knew it would be futile. The Master had decreed it to be so. And so she tossed and turned, eventually hearing Tegan come home around one in the morning. Again jealousy almost overtook her just thinking about that boy's hands on her daughter's tight teen body. As the house quieted and her rage subsided, Jen eventually drifted off and dreamed of her daughters writhing beneath her.

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Despite not sleeping much, Jennifer awoke early. She was nervous about how Piper would react the morning after their highly eventful date night. Though anxious to get the festivities rolling, Jen decided to bid her time. First she would gauge Piper's reaction, then begin working on serving the Master's will. The girls would be working hard later today, she imagined while picturing them rolling around the bedroom with her. So she decided to cook a big breakfast. By the time the girls came downstairs, already showered for the day, bacon and pancakes were stacked on the table with tall glasses of milk and juice beside them.

Nervously, Jennifer said to Piper, "Did you sleep well?"

"Yeah, and I'm starving. Thanks for cooking, mom," she said without any trepidation about last night.

"So," Jen started after making sure Teagan was busy getting the syrup from the fridge. "Um, what did you think of the movie last night?" she asked nervously.

Piper got a strange look on her face as though trying to recall a name on the tip of her tongue but just out of reach. "You know, I remember going. I remember popcorn. But that's about it." She shrugged her shoulders as if it were no big deal. "Either the movie sucked or I was really out of it."

"Oh, it sucked," Jennifer said, while eyeing her daughter's now slightly larger tits.

She doesn't remember a thing, Jen thought with amazement, no doubt thanks to the chemical cocktail that Jen had somehow injected into her through her spit. Just thinking about it sent a little spurt of pheromone into Jen's mouth. She swallowed it greedily, and felt an immediate thrill. No more though, not yet, she thought before moving on.

"But, I really liked the experience. That drive in was so retro and cool. I think we should go back tonight. The three of us," the mother suggested to her daughter with a flutter in her belly.

"Sounds good, but not Wicked again," Piper said, still with that look of almost remembering.

"Well, talk your sister into it, and you can pick the movie," Jen offered. "And I'll rig up the Excursion to make it super cool."

"Deal!"

By the time evening had rolled around, Jennifer had rigged up their gray Excursion, a very roomy SUV in its own right, for what appeared to be nothing more than a deluxe experience at the drive-in. Jen knew otherwise, already imagining all the various positions she wanted to try with her twins. Her pussy dripped all day long and that aching feeling persisted down deep inside her, as though something massive was just waiting to burst forth. She gave the SUV one last once over, not wanting anything to go wrong or to disappoint her Master.

For now the back seats were still in place, but they would fold flat once they arrived. A full sized inflatable bed was rolled up and ready to deploy, complete with a foam pad and fitted sheets. It would inflate simply by plugging its built in pump into the car's outlet. I want my girls comfy, Jennifer thought as she carefully assembled the bedding system before rolling it away. She packed a cooler with some fancy bottled lemonades. But first, Jennifer easily popped the lid off of each bottle. She focused her mind, thinking of sex, of kissing, of orgasms, and soon enough felt a change in her tongue. Making sure the coast was clear, she spat a little glob of pheromonal aphrodisiac into each bottle before screwing the lids back into place. Plenty of pillows, a fleece blanket or two, and an LED strip of low level mood lighting completed her little project.

They ate dinner at home, the twins oblivious to their fate, though Piper kept almost remembering something about the movie last night. She asked if there was a lot of kissing in it. Smiling, Jen said that there was and quickly asked what the girls had agreed on seeing tonight in an effort to change the subject. They settled on a sci-fi flick to get Teagan to agree to come, since that was her favorite genre at the moment. Frankly, Jen didn't care and just wanted to get into her daughters' pants as fast as she could because that ache, a lust so deep it felt like a punch to the gut, would not abate. Even when catching up with her husband on the phone, all Jen could think about was Piper and Teagan. Their hair, their eyes, their tits and asses and the things she would do to them. She all but hung up on her husband and sons and got the girls headed toward the door as the sun was setting.

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Jen backed the Excursion into their space near the back of the drive-in lot. With the rear of the SUV facing the screen, they could lay on the mattress with the back gate up and have the best seats in the house, she had explained to her daughters before sending them off for popcorn. While they were gone, she laid the back seats flat, rolled out and inflated the mattress, stacked pillows, set up the cooler, and spread the fleece blankets. With the soft blue LEDs lit onto their lowest setting, the back of the car took on a comfy, and soon to be romantic aura. As a final touch, Jen sent a tentacle down between the seats and laid a single pheromone pump onto the floorboard. When the girls came back, they oo-ed and ah-ed at their mom's setup before clambering into the back with their mother.

"Shoes off," Jen insisted with her eyes glued to her daughters' asses as they scrambled into their makeshift bed.

The movie previews started playing and the parking lot lights went out, leaving the whole place in near perfect darkness save for the glow of the large but distant screen. Jen sensed her generator going to work as it huffed out its first puff of pheromonal aphrodisiac. With the rear gate open though, it would take a while for her charms to take effect. Luckily, there was the lemonade, which Jennifer handed out as soon as the salty popcorn had taken its toll on her daughters' mouths. Both girls drank deeply and settled back with contented sighs as the movie began to play. Jennifer sat between them, leaning back and leering down their shirts with an arm over each of their shoulders.

Tonight the twins were living up to the term. Dressed identically, they both wore pink polo shirts, preppy looking plaid skirts with enough pink to match their shirts, and white ankle socks. Though Jen couldn't see it, Piper had put on a white satin thong. Nothing obscene, but it revealed a good amount of butt cheek, something she usually reserved for her boyfriend but decided to wear tonight for some reason. Teagan was wearing a cute but more practical pair of white cotton panties that were cut low across her hips. Both girls had their long, dark hair up in ponytails which were held back with a pink scrunchy. Jen ran her fingers through those ponytails, already thinking that they would make great handle bars to guide her daughters' mouths to her tits and pussy. Patience, she told herself though the ache in her belly grew by the minute.

As the first lemonades were drained by the thirsty teens, Jen let the hand on each of her daughters' shoulders begin to roam in little circles. I'm just a mother soothing her daughters' shoulder, she thought. Sure enough, the girls thought nothing of it and simply cuddled against their mother's gentle embrace. Jen caught the subtly pleasant scent of another puff from the generator and felt goosebumps rise on her daughters' upper arms where her fingers lightly caressed.

"I'm cold," Teagan said quietly and reached for a fleece blanket.

"Me too. Share," Piper insisted, despite the warm summer night.

The girls spread their blanket across their mother's lap so that all three could be covered from the waist down. Three pairs of sock clad feet poked out below just inside of the open rear hatch. Jen brushed her foot against Piper's. The teen didn't pull away. She then gently caressed Teagan's foot and got the same result for a moment before the teen adjusted her foot, breaking contact.

"Have another lemonade, girls," Jennifer said, almost insisting.

"I'm pretty full," Teagan said. But after another bite of popcorn, added, "But I'll share one."

"Cooties," Piper joked after taking a swig out of a new bottle and passing it to her sister.

As the bottle was steadily drained, Jennifer slid her foot back over against Teagan's. She slowly rubbed her toes along the top of the teen's foot. She felt Teagan shiver and gave her shoulder a comforting, motherly rub. This time, the teen did not pull her foot away. Piper's foot, on the other hand, had stayed in steady contact with her mother's and even played a little footsie back. Even if she didn't remember last night, it seemed that her subconscious did and was already craving more.

Jennifer spent a few minutes gently massaging a shoulder with each hand, then moved up to the girls' necks. She casually worked out a few kinks without putting so much effort into it that it became distracting. Piper sighed first, leaning into her mom's shoulder a bit more as her mom's fingers eased her cares away. A minute or so later, Teagan relaxed a bit and her foot began to gently caress the top of her mother's, their toes beginning a gentle, delicate dance.

"Ooo. Now I'm a little cold," Jennifer said with a fake shiver and moved her arms from around the teens' shoulders.

She deftly slid them under the fleece blanket and into her own lap. On the screen, lasers blasted and an insect like alien surged from the darkness. Both teens grabbed their mom's biceps. She used the sudden motion to place her hand on their thighs under the blanket. Her soothing grip comforted the girls while the action and scares played out. Jennifer focused her mind and by the time the scene was over, two more pods had been laid on the floorboard and went hard to work pumping pure sex into the air.

She rubbed the top of Teagan's foot with her toes and did the same with Piper. Both girls were still watching the movie, but had started rubbing their mom's feet back more assertively. Jen stole a glance at Teagan's chest, but wasn't able to tell if her foot play was having any effect. Piper's chest, on the other hand, was pressing hard against her shirt and it was easy to see that her nipples had hardened. Jen's stomach fluttered and ached, but in a marvelously wonderful way as something stirred deep inside her. Taking a risk, she leaned over and whispered into Piper's ear.

"Are you sure you don't remember last night?" she said, her voice quiet, hot, and breathy, her lips just grazing the edge of Piper's ear lobe.

Piper's breath hitched at the sensation of her mom's lips on her ear. Her belly tingled, chill bumps racing downward to her pussy. She bit her lip, thinking, almost remembering... kissing... on screen? Maybe there was something, but she couldn't recall. It didn't help that her mom was huffing warm breath into her ear, which should have been weird but somehow wasn't. Without speaking, Piper just shook her head a little.

"Well, I'm sure it'll come to you," Jennifer whispered hotly into her daughter's ear while giving her thigh a squeeze.

She could almost hear Piper gulp before settling back into her place between them. What surprised Jennifer was that when she leaned over to talk to Piper, her other hand inadvertently pulled on Teagan's knee. When she did so, Teagan let her leg be spread. That's certainly interesting, thought Jennifer as she pretended to watch the movie. Still playing footsie, she also rubbed her thumb across Teagan's thigh just above her knee. Though hidden under the blanket, Jen could vaguely see the fleece moving as her thumb circled. Teagan was rubbing her mom's foot right back, and breathing a little quickly, Jen noticed.

Taking a little risk, Jen settled her fingers over Teagan's knee and gently pulled. Teagan inhaled sharply, drawing pheromones deep into her lungs. After a moment's hesitation, Jennifer felt the girl's leg relax a little. Jen circled her thumb a few times, and pulled again. Despite the violence playing out on screen, Jen broke out into a wide smile as the nervous teen's thighs slowly parted for her mother.

Moving with painstaking slowness, Jen first caressed Teagan's knee, then spread her leg a little more to make sure she didn't imagine it. Sure enough, Teagan let her. Jen looked down and could tell the girl's thighs were now well and truly parted. She glanced over at Piper, who quickly turned her eyes back to the screen. Had she been watching or was she staring at me, Jen wondered. She slid a hand up Piper's thigh a few inches and was surprisingly rewarded by Piper simply spreading her own thighs, though she was nervously biting her lower lip.

Jennifer took advantage of Piper's openness and slid her hand upward along the teen's smooth, tender inner thigh. She pushed Piper's plaid skirt up and out of the way in one motion and then drifted back down across her daughter's panties until her middle two fingers were settled on the girl's pussy, under the blanket but over her panties. The girl's satin panties were so slick that Jennifer's fingers simply skated over the damp material. Jennifer set her fingers into motion, slowly tracing up and down her daughter's slit. She set a slow, tender pace so she could focus on Teagan for moment.

Just as she turned her head to her other daughter, Piper leaned up and whispered into her mother's ear, "I guess I do remember... a little, mamma. You sucked my tits, didn't you. I kinda wanna suck yours now."

"Just watch the movie, honey," Jen said, equally quietly, even though her words conflicted with the fingers bobbing steadily on Piper's panties.

Jen stared down at Teagan, who was still staring at the screen, though her eyes looked half closed. Jen could feel her daughter's thigh trembling under her hand. Gently, she caressed the velvet soft flesh of her daughter's inner thigh. Her hand glided upward and began to push the girl's skirt up with it. Teagan took a breath and let her eyes close completely. Jen could tell she wanted this. How could she not with all the pheromones pumping through her little body. She crept higher and started massaging the thick tendon that connects thigh to crotch. Little circles let Jen's fingertips dance closer and closer to the edge of Teagan's panties. Teagan sighed and opened her legs a little more. Jen caressed the edge of Teagan's panties with one hand while her other pushed Piper's to the side and started working their way into her slit.

Then Jen's finger slid across the leg hem of Teagan's panties and ascended the soft bulge of her pussy lips. The cotton was hot, slick, and soaking wet. Jen's stomach turned in knots of anticipation. Something began to stir deep inside of her and she felt her Master's eye turn upon her when her finger began to play with Teagan's puffy pussy lips.

On the screen, women were screaming as the bug-like aliens took over the ship. Guns fired, bodies exploded, and fired roared through the cabin. Neither teen noticed. Both had their eyes closed as their mom slipped her hands into their panties and started fingering their pussies. Before the next body hit the floor Jen had two fingers buried in each little cunt. She quickly lengthened them and created little cilia to stimulate every surface of flesh that she touched. Her probing fingers soon found both girl's G-spots and those little whips of flesh began their assault.

Jen's hands went to work, bobbing under the blanket. Both girls had their eyes closed and started fucking their mother's fingers. Hips rolled and flexed in near silence other than their panting breaths. Piper and Teagan opened their legs wide. The blankets fell away letting Jen get her first look at her daughters' soaked panties with her hands stuffed into them. Piper pulled her skirt up a little more, showing her mom the sexy thong she had worn, for her it seemed, even if subconsciously. Jen's fingertip pressed and vibrated against Piper's secret spot, making her gasp and bounce her tight little ass on the airbed. When she looked at Teagan, the girl had slid her hands up her shirt and was cupping her own breasts, clearly about to cum hard.

"It's ok, T. Do it," Jen whispered and pushed her finger deeper until she was tickling Teagan's cervix with one incredibly long finger and fucking against her G-spot with the other.

Teagan groaned softly and began to shudder. Her legs thrashed, her thighs trembled, and she fucked herself against her mom's hand, no longer caring how this had happened. She just needed to cum. And so she did with a shuddering moan while her mom pumped her pussy hard.

Piper was cumming too, though much more loudly. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, mom, fuck," she gasped while her thighs clamped down on her mom's pumping hand.

While her daughters were busy cumming, Jen pumped a little pink goo into her daughters' pussies. She didn't know how she did it, but it felt good when the juice oozed from her fingers. Instinctively, she knew the ooze would help her daughters to transform, not horrifically but for some as yet unknown purpose. In that same moment, her Master let her see that purpose.

Suddenly Jen was back in Gail's head as the woman fucked her daughter, Stacy. This was no strap-on. Gail had a cock, massive, rigid, and dumping a hot load into her daughter, much to the girl's delight. Jen felt it, every last blast of cum that jetted from Gail into her daughter. Though she was horrified at the revelation, the sensation far outweighed any of her fears. She instantly knew that this was her fate. Even as Stacy's tummy swelled with her mother's seed and then with their progeny, Jennifer knew that, as horrified as she was at the idea of impregnating her twins, it was exactly what she was about to do. Her stomach roiled and ached with a pulsing need and she just had to let it out. She needed to fuck, needed to cum, needed to dump her load inside her girls right the fuck now!

Jen heard the Master laugh inside her head as she gave in and sent a tentacle up to the dashboard where it hit the button to close the rear gate. Before the door latched down, that same tentacle kissed the front seat, once, twice, three times, and laid three fat mushrooms that started pumping pure sex into the air. Jen breathed it in and pulled her fingers from her daughter's spasming pussies. She grabbed the backs of their heads and lifted them forward, bringing one twin to the other, forcing their mouths together.

The girls were panting, huffing in a thick haze of aphrodisiac. Their first kiss was tentative, as if at the last moment they realized all of the lines being crossed. But their hesitation lasted only for a moment as they too surrendered to the hunger that quickly devoured any lingering reservations. Their lips touched, their mouths opened, and seconds later, the breathless teens were twirling tongues together like lovers who had been apart far too long.

"That's right, girls," Jen said while lifting Piper's shirt over her head and tossing it aside. "Just give in to it.... like I did.... like we all will."

The twins went right back to making out, parting only long enough so Jennifer could take off Teagan's shirt too. As soon as Teagan's hands were free of her shirt, they went straight for her sister's tits. Piper hadn't worn a bra again, so Teagan immediately had handfuls of her sister's hyper-sensitive bare flesh beneath her fingers. She had never squeezed another girl's tits before, but it felt right. It felt natural. She needed more. So Teagan tugged her sister's nipples, distending them and making her sister moan into her mouth. Jen guided Piper's hands to Teagan's chest, then slipped the straps from the girl's shoulders. Piper did the rest, yanking her sister's bra down, and soon had her hands locked on Teagan's bigger titties. She kneaded them desperately, already about to cum from her sister's eager tugs.

"Fuck, that's so hot, girls," Jen whispered to herself and felt her own new cock slither out from her pussy and tear through her panties like they weren't even there.

This was happening. She was going to fuck them both, right here in the car. Soon her daughters would be pregnant. Jen bit her lip, no longer fretting the thought, but relishing it. She slid her hands from their heads and down their lithe backs. She cupped their asses over their panties and felt both teens shudder with renewed need. Jennifer shifted a little and her new cock juggled rigidly in front of her, over a foot long and already leaking faintly pink precum onto the mattress. Neither girl had noticed yet, nor did they care when their mother started to peel their panties down over their asses with too many hands.

Jennifer let her tentacles do the work and get Piper's panties down while her hands slid up the teen's ass to her back and gently guided her forward. Piper leaned into Teagan, making her fall back onto the mattress. Piper settled on top of her sister, ass in the air, reveling in the sensation of her mom's fingers... so many fingers roving over her now bare ass cheeks.

Teagan felt her mother tugging at her panties from where she lay beneath her sister. She only thought it odd for the briefest of moments that her mother was sitting behind her sister watching them but was also steadily pulling her panties down from so far away. When her sister moaned into Teagan's mouth, tongues twirling together, she ceased to care. She just wanted to kiss her sister forever and ever. She lifted her butt a little, letting her panties glide over her ass and down her thighs, just glad that her mother was here to help.

Licking her lips with nervous anticipation, Jennifer eased forward and settled between the thighs of both daughters. Her hands and tentacles caressed their legs and asses. Piper's was staring up at her, alabaster skin in two perfect hemispheres that slowly undulated while the sisters kissed and explored. Teagan's ass was hidden beneath that delicious looking pile of teenaged flesh, but Jennifer could feel every trembling inch of the girl's fine ass with tentacles that were designed to both give and receive stimulation.

Using her actual hands, Jennifer reached down and gripped Piper's ass, fingers digging in to the firm but yielding flesh of her teenager. She spread her daughter's cheeks, getting a good view of the girl's puckered asshole and the divine, dewy pussy lips just beneath. Jennifer's foot long cock throbbed, the already slightly pink head flared a little brighter. With a long, shuddering sigh, Jennifer slowly lowered herself onto Piper's ass. Her throbbing member seemed to know exactly where to go and snaked itself down along the teen's butt crack, then lower, lower.... until her tip touched those glistening folds for the first time.

"Oh shit, Piper...." Jennifer said in a half sigh, half moan. "It's so fucking soft.... so wet... You're fucking wet for mommy, aren't you?"

"Hmmph," was Piper's only muffled reply into her sister's mouth. However, she did arch her back and press her pussy against that hot throbbing glans that was tickling her oh so deliciously.

-Wait. Fuck them both.-

Her master's voice made Jennifer freeze instantly just as she was about to plunge her cock deep into Piper's cunt. Before she could ask how she was to take them both at once, Jennifer felt the change ripple through her body. With a moaning shudder, a second cock slithered down and out of her pussy. Both throbbing pink shafts extended even further, now each at least eighteen inches long. Both shafts writhed with her every thought, like short, thick tenacles that she could bend to her will. And all of her will was bent upon one thing.... fucking her daughters.

Other tentacles quickly snaked out of her back and wrapped the teens' thighs and calves. The girls didn't mind at all as their legs were spread and their mother's weight slowly settled against them. Jennifer took a deep breath and held it as her cocks slithered against her daughters' dripping folds. The girls cooed, belly to belly, lips locked in a never ending kiss. Her hips flexed just a little. Both cockheads, seemingly with minds of their own, aligned perfectly with the teens' glistening entrances. Jennifer looked down at Piper's back. A tentacle, as gentle as her own finger, tenderly caressed Piper's shoulder, almost as if telling her sweet, innocent daughter goodbye for the last time.

Then Jennifer used her hands to spread Pipers ass cheeks somehow further apart and pushed her hips forward. Both girls let out a muffled moan as their mother's twin cocks slithered between their pussy lips and plunged deep inside them. Jennifer's body shuddered at the sensation. She was inside her daughters... inside both of them. And it was nothing short of indescribable.

"Oh fuuuuuuck," Jennifer sighed, finally letting out the breath she had been holding for who knew how long as she steadily fed all eighteen inches of her cocks to her daughters' hungry cunts. She felt her tip press against their cervixes, then slither through. The girls didn't seem to mind, so she pushed deeper still, seating her dicks into the hearts of her daughters' wombs.

Piper raised her shoulders, arching her butt up and back against her mother's cock. She looked over her shoulder and made eye contact with Jennifer just as Teagan let out a long, lusty moan and latched her lips around her sister's tit.

"Oh, mom....." the teen said in a breathy whisper. "..... that feels so good. I need you to...." Piper bit her lower lip, her body shuddering uncontrollably, already cumming on her mom's dick. "Uuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhh! Fuck... fuck me mom!"

Jennifer smiled down at her daughter and rolled her hips, pulling the entire length of her cocks from her daughters' cunts like a sword being unsheathed. Still smiling, she pumped her hips forward, hard. The sound of the impact was a wet, heavy slap that echoed in the confined space of the SUV. Jennifer didn't just push into them; she drove her entire weight forward, the double shafts sliding deep into the twins with a brutal, seamless efficiency. Teagan let out a strangled cry, her head snapping back against the air mattress, while Piper's fingers clawed desperately at her sister's body, her eyes rolling back into her head. The sheer scale of Jennifer's transformation meant there was no empty space left between them; they were pinned, stretched, and completely filled by the pulsing, alien heat of their mother's massive cocks.

Jennifer groaned, a sound that started in her chest and vibrated through her entire frame. She began to pump with a rhythmic, devastating force, the eighteen-inch pillars sliding in and out of them in a blurred synchronization. Each thrust was a shockwave, sending the girls bouncing against the mattress and each other. Frothy, pink lubricant, slick and smelling of ozone, oozed from Jennifer's cocks and coated their thighs and the mattress, turning the encounter into a slippery, frantic scramble for friction where none was to be had. The twins were no longer kissing; they were gasping for air, their mouths open in silent screams of pleasure as they were hammered into the seat by the relentless, biological machinery of what used to be their mother. But they didn't care what she had become or what was to become of them. They just needed to be fucked.

Jennifer's hips didn't just move; they hammered, her body acting as a piston that drove the two massive shafts deeper with every wet, slapping collision. She was kneeling behind Piper, her knees digging into the plush carpet of the SUV's cargo area, creating a rigid anchor from which she could launch the final assault to completely claim her daughters' bodies. Piper was pinned flat against Teagan's more ample chest, their bodies fused by the sheer weight of their mother as she leaned into each thrust, leaving the twins as little more than a shared vessel for their mother's insatiable hunger. As the double cocks slid in and out, the sound was a rhythmic, squelching symphony that filled the cabin, drowning out the distant murmur of the movie theater's speakers and setting the car to a subtle but steady sway that several patrons noticed with jealous smiles.

While her lower body maintained the devastating pace, Jennifer's biology continued to evolve. From the small of her back, several thick, purple iridescent tentacles erupted, sliding through the air with a predatory grace. They didn't just reach; they hunted. Two tentacles lashed forward, the tips molding themselves into firm, gripping suction cups that slithered between the teens and locked onto the twins' breasts. The tentacles began to tug and knead, pulling the girls' chests upward and stretching their skin taut, adding a sharp, pulling tension to the crushing pressure of their mother's thrusts. Another tentacle coiled itself into Piper's hair, pulling her head back and arching her back further as Jennifer squeezed and spread her daughter's ass cheeks.

"You like that, baby?" Jennifer moaned, somehow pounding Piper's pussy even harder.

"Uuuunnng! Uh! Uh! Uh... fuck yeah, fuck...." Piper managed to moan as her mom's cock nearly split her pussy in two.

Jennifer's hunger wasn't satisfied by the singular focus of her cocks; she needed to occupy every available inch of her daughters' bodies. As her hips continued to hammer home, tentacles coiled around their waists, hoisting their hips upward to create a perfect, open angle. With a fluid, organic precision, two more tentacles slid beneath them, their tips narrowing into sleek, probing points that sought out the twins' tightest of holes.

The probing tips of the tentacles didn't hesitate; they found the tight, puckered rings of the twins' assholes with a predatory accuracy. With synchronized surge, the tentacles slithered home, bypassing the resistance of the virgin sphincters in one fluid, wet motion. The sensation was an immediate, jarring contrast to the rhythmic pounding in their vaginas--a sharp, filling pressure that stretched their asses to the absolute limit. Piper let out a high-pitched, strangled shriek that was cut short as a tentacle tightened around her throat, not to choke, but to anchor her in place while her mother's cock continued to ravage her pussy.

The tentacles working the girl's asses slowly expanded. The faintly glowing, purple flesh thickening inside the twins' rectums to create a scintillating, absolute fullness. As Jennifer's cock continued to rail their pussies with a rhythmic, devastating force that rocked the teen's bodies, the tentacles began to pulse in a counter-rhythm, undulating like living pistons within the depths of their bowels. The sensation was an overwhelming sensory overload--the heavy, blunt force of the double cocks slamming into their cunts from the front, while the flexible, muscular tentacles stretched and kneaded their insides from the back.

"Do it, girls," Jennifer panted, all sense of motherhood long since wiped away as she pounded her daughters mercilessly. "Fucking cum for me again. Cum for mommy you prissy little cunts. I'm gonna knock you the fuck up!" she rasped, knowing it to be true, knowing that there was no fighting it, no resisting it or her master's call. No matter, she vaguely thought as her orgasm approached. She needed this. She deserved this... and so did her girls.

The climax didn't arrive as a wave, but more like a bomb of pure sexual release. Jennifer's spine arched into a rigid, trembling bow, her eyes glazing over as her master's will overrode every human inhibition. A guttural, primal scream tore from her throat, vibrating through the SUV hard enough to make the glass rattle, and then the floodgates opened. From the depths of her alien-engineered anatomy, a portal opened and her master roared in both release and triumph. A torrential flood of thick, pink-hued seed traveled across dimensions and erupted from Jennifer's cocks. The dual shafts shuddered with violent, rhythmic spasms, pumping gallon after gallon of hot, viscous jizz deep into the girls' straining vaginas.

Piper and Teagan were consumed with sensation as their orgasms claimed them. The sheer volume of the load forced their interiors to expand, the hot fluid filling them to the brim and spilling over the edges of their stretched cunts in frothy, pink cascades. In that same instant, the girls reached their own mental and emotional breaking point. They orgasmed in terrifying, synchronized harmony with their mother, their bodies convulsing in a series of violent, rhythmic contractions that only served to suck the alien seed deeper into their wombs. They wailed in a mixture of insanity and ecstasy, their minds blanking out as they were forever branded by the overwhelming surge that filled them.

At the same time, the tentacles anchored in their butts pulsed with a sudden, fierce intensity. The iridescent purple flesh shuddered, and the probing tips unleashed their own devastating payloads. A secondary wave of heat flooded their bowels, the tentacles pumping a thick, genetic slurry into their asses. The twins felt themselves being filled from both holes, their bodies becoming mere vessels for the parasite's proliferation. The sensation was an absolute, suffocating fullness that left them gasping, their limbs twitching in the afterglow of a biological takeover as their bellies slowly began to swell.

The silence that followed the storm was heavy, broken only by the wet, rhythmic sounds of the girls breathing in ragged gasps. Inside their wombs, the alien seed took root and quickly grew. Piper and Teagan looked at one another, their eyes both wide and yet glazed, feeling a frantic, undulating life force churning beneath their skin, stretching their abdomens into tight, hard mounds that pulsed and churned with new life. The mild wave of panic quickly faded from their eyes as another round of orgasms began to rock their little bodies.

The birth was not a slow labor, but a series of sudden, plopping expulsions. With a synchronized, guttural scream, the twins' bodies buckled with both physical and sexual release. From the depths of their stretched pussies, several softball-sized spheres of translucent pink gel slid out onto the now ruined air mattress. They were shimmering, gelatinous orbs, each possessing a core of concentrated genetic intelligence and a fringe of tiny, twitching tentacles that tasted the air with a hunger that mirrored Jennifer's own with a singular purpose.... to find other females and prepare them for their master's call.

Jennifer watched the process with a predatory pride, her own body slowly shifting back toward a semblance of humanity, though her cocks remained coiled within her like a sleeping dragon. She reached out, her fingers momentarily morphing into suctioned pads to gather the glistening spheres. The creatures chirped--a wet, clicking sound--and leaned into her touch, their small tentacles curling around her wrists. They were hers, born from the forced union of a mother and her daughters, and they were already attuned to the pheromones lingering in the air. She could sense their primitive thoughts... find... control... breed.

"Yes, little ones. Go," Jennifer whispered softly as she opened the back door just wide enough to let her children out into the night.

A dozen pink spheres plopped to the pavement and spread out through the dark. Each one scented the air, seeking out fertile females, mentally probing them in order to find mothers with daughters whenever possible. By the time Jennifer had lifted Piper up like a rag doll and settled her onto her throbbing cock once again, all twelve blobs had latched themselves beneath suitable target vehicles. Their unknowing hosts would drive them away, spreading them to the corners of the county where they would overtake their hosts and begin the cycle anew int he days to come.