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Transformations - The Farm Ch. 06

Hello, everyone, this is the final chapter of Transformations: The Farm. We hope you enjoy it, and, as always, comments are welcome!

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Even with their enhanced strength, it took Lisa, Jason, Rebecca, and Mary to carry Alex downstairs.

At some point, he had mercifully passed out.

Gwen was holding a chair cushion tight against his groin trying to stop the bleeding.

Demona was a general, barking orders.

Belynda was carrying the demon at arm's length, holding the woman by the throat six feet off the ground. "Puta loca! Por que? What did he do to you? Ignorant puta!"

The demon was unconscious, the result of a bone jarring blow from Belynda's right fist.

Everyone had seemed frozen when Alex's blood began to spurt - everyone but Belynda who seemed to fly through the air to deliver the knock out blow to the demon.

In the basement, they put Alex on a table.

This time, there was no order to clear the surgical area - Demona was too focused.

"Arterial bleed. I need the laser cauterizer..."

Karen put it in her hand before she could finish the sentence.

"That's my girl." The penlike device buzzed in her hand and a green beam lanced out.

Alex's skin sizzled and blackened.

Demona smiled. "Got it! Insta-Heal..."

Again, Karen handed it to her before she could finish asking. "You might not be a doctor yet, but fuck if you aren't a great nurse."

Karen smiled but never stopped moving. "I'll get the mini-MRI - you're going to want to check out the vascular system, right?"

Demona laughed as she sprayed the Insta-Heal. "Damn, I'm starting to feel obsolete."

Karen brought over a hand held unit.

Gwen was panting beside the operating table. Her eyes narrowed and she looked at the demon.

The tiny woman was beginning to wake up.

Belynda held her in a full Nelson.

Gwen gritted her teeth. "Pain."

Demona jumped. "Hey, none of that! Not in my goddamned surgery - you want to play White Witch mind tricks fine, but I draw the line at torture!"

"Stay out of this," Gwen grumbled as she stalked toward the demon. "Pain!"

The floor shook.

Everyone in the room still technically human: Mikaela, Hailey, Fat Guy, Bicycle Guy, Kim, and Lorraine - all fell to their knees and clutched their heads.

The hucows in the barn went rigid.

Outside New York City, Constance froze in the middle of doing a filling.

In Manhattan, Maria Marapova stumbled and almost fell.

At Stallion's Adult Video, Sugar Tits awoke from a sound sleep. "Gwen," Sugar whispered. "Stop! You have to stop!"

Back at the farm, Lisa threw her arms around Gwen. "Gwen! Honey, please! You'll kill her! Please, can't you see? All the humans are in pain! You have to stop!" She hugged Gwen close and sobbed. "Stop, please stop..."

Gwen's eyes opened wide. "I... what? Oh, my God."

"Don't ever do that again, Gwen. Please, never again," Lisa whispered in her ear and cried.

The humans in the room collapsed.

Gwen shook her head and pointed at the demon.

The little woman just stared at her.

And smiled.

***

Gwen stared in the cage at the demon.

They had taken her to the sub-basement and stripped her. Then they had locked her in the cage where they had kept the cheerleaders.

The diminutive woman had climbed the bars and hung by her fingers from the roof bars. She was mumbling to herself and staring at Gwen with crazy eyes.

"What the fuck is she?" Lisa asked.

They had all come down to the sub-basement, leaving Demona and Karen to look after Alex.

Despite the now repaired severed artery, he was going to be okay.

The woman in the cage was completely immune to White Witch mental powers. Jason's mental gifts didn't work either.

Gwen sighed. "The pheromones make her horny, other than that? Nothing works. I've run into immunes before, but nothing like this."

Lorraine wandered up to Gwen - ever since they had come downstairs, Lorraine and Kim had become increasingly catatonic. The mind control from earlier was wearing off.

Lorraine blinked and stared at the woman in the cage. "How long since your meds?"

Gwen and Lisa both stared at Lorraine.

The demon giggled. "Fuck off, slut."

"She's a paranoid schizophrenic. Probably on some powerful meds - which she hasn't had for at least twenty-four hours. She's had a psychotic break," Lorraine said in a tired voice.

"Fuck you! Stop telling my secrets you daughter lovin' freak!" The demon hissed.

Lorraine wobbled on her feet. "Wait... wait... what did I do? Why did I..."

"Lorraine, what do you do for a living?" Lisa asked.

"Huh? Psychiatrist. I'm a psychiatrist. Why am I down here?" Lorraine whispered.

Gwen reached out and touched Lorraine's temple. "Sleep."

Lorraine collapsed in her arms and Gwen lowered her to the floor.

"Mom! What did you do to..." Kim cried out.

Gwen pointed at her without looking at her. "You too... sleep."

Kim collapsed on the floor beside her mother.

"Schizophrenic?" Gwen said.

"Certified nut case," the demon grumbled. "Did I bite it off? I wanted to eat it. I'm fucking hungry." She burst into laughter. "Eat a dick, Lita... Eat a dick!"

"The Church would have us kill her immediately," Demona said behind them.

Gwen spun around. "Is Alex okay?"

"Is Alex okay? Still got a dick?" The demon cackled from the cage, mocking Gwen.

"Shut the fuck up, or I swear to God I'll tear your goddamned eyes out!" Gwen screamed.

The demon laughed and went back to climbing the cage bars.

"Yes," Demona said. "Alex is fine. He'll be back to pile driving pussy by this evening."

Demona held up a purse. "Went up and found this in my van." She opened the purse and pulled out a wallet. She opened it. "Loony Tunes here's real name is Lita Price, 24, from Jersey. Slutz-Net pulled up her psych report - just like sleeping mommy said: Paranoid Schizophrenic with bouts of Psychosis. Completely controlled if she takes her meds." She held up a bottle of pills. "Bottle is full. She's been off them for a while."

"I was fine till you fuckers kidnapped me," Lita said. She had hooked her slim legs in the roof bars and hung upside down.

Gwen smiled. "Whatever she is, she's immune to mind control. The Church mandates the lobotomizer..."

"Or, we can brain fuck her the old fashioned way: let Slutz-Net stick it's needles in her brain and cure her psychosis. As the only medical authority in the building, I say Slutz-Net."

"Overruled," Gwen said coldly.

"Look, 'White Bitch', you hold a hell of sway, but I'm the goddamned doctor here. Get your head out of your cute ass and use it for something other than a butt plug."

Gwen whirled.

But, the shorter doctor stood her ground. "By Christ, I gave an oath to do no harm. Now, I've bent that fucking rule a lot over the last few years, but I'm fucked if I'll turn that little hellspawn into an imbecile just because you're feeling bitchy."

"I'll do it myself," Gwen said through gritted teeth.

"No, you won't," Alex said. He stumbled naked in the doors from the stairs.

Demona threw her hands in the air. "Jesus! Nobody fucking listens to me! Get your ass back in bed!"

Alex leaned against the door jamb. "I'm okay."

Rebecca was standing behind him, steadying him.

Gwen ran to him and hugged him tight.

"Shh, it's okay now. I'm fine."

Gwen sobbed and held on, shaking her head. "She hurt you. She has to suffer."

"No," Alex said. "I mean it, Gwen. She's human, she's scared, and she's obviously sick..."

"Paranoid Schizophrenic with bouts of Psychosis," Demona added.

"Yeah... what she said," Alex said.

"Hey! You fuckers better do that 'lobsterization' or whatever you called it," Lita yelled as she dropped to the floor of the cell. "'Cause if I get out of this fucking cage? I'll kill every one of you motherfuckers!"

Gwen spun and growled, "Oh, she's fucking dead!"

Alex put his arm around her waist and pulled her back. "No. Shh. Stop. We're not hurting her. That's all there is to it." He kissed the side of Gwen's neck. "Don't make me pull rank."

"You're not the boss of me," Gwen whispered.

"No," Alex whispered. "But, just this once? Let's pretend I am."

Gwen slumped back against him.

Alex looked at Belynda. "Can you get her out of there and put her on a table?"

Belynda cracked her knuckles. "With fucking pleasure."

"No!" Jason said and grabbed her hand. "That woman is dangerous. I'm not letting Belynda get anywhere near her."

Belynda looked at him in astonishment for a moment. Then she burst out laughing. "Papi, I really appreciate your concern, and I love you for it - but I could dribble that muppet like a basketball if I wanted."

"I'm not going to let you get hurt..."

A soft 'Pfft!' sound came from near the cage.

Everyone turned and looked.

Demona was holding a small gun with a little CO2 tank on the side.

In the cage, Lita looked down at her left boob - there was a small dart sticking in it just above her nipple. She blinked. "You fucking bitch," she said and then fell unconscious on the cell floor.

Demona blew imaginary smoke from the barrel of the tranquilizer gun. She looked around and smiled. "What? You forgetting it was little me who abducted her in the first place?"

***

Kim opened her eyes.

The rubber nurse was smiling at her. "How are you feeling, sweetie?"

"Mmmph," Kim groaned. The red rubber ball gag was back in her mouth.

Then she screamed.

She was strapped spread eagle on an X shaped frame suspended a couple of feet in the air. She was vertical.

Something was inside her.

She looked down.

A thick pink dildo mounted on a robotic arm was sticking a few inches inside her pussy. It vibrated and moved slowly in and out, in and out.

She struggled against the bonds, but all she managed to do was work the dildo deeper inside her.

She didn't recognize the room - it was obviously another part of the sub-basement she hadn't seen.

There was a soft whir, whir, whir sound coming from somewhere nearby.

She turned her head slightly and saw where it was coming from.

There were three booths along the back wall.

A woman was in each gray box. The first booth held a fortyish brunette with a dark tan. The second, a twenty-something platinum blonde, and the third a twenty-something brunette with tattoos.

The women all had enormous breasts.

Breast pumps were attached to their nipples, and a steady flow of white milk was flowing into the pumps - the source of the whirring sound.

"Don't mind them," Nurse Karen said as she worked on a tablet. "Early victims of the hucow formula - see it was supposed to be temporary, but the original formula was permanent for some people. Because of their genetics. Dr. Demona figured out the problem and fixed the formula, so it doesn't happen anymore. But, these poor things will be hucows forever - that is unless the doctor can figure out a cure. She just might. She's brilliant."

Karen put down the tablet and smiled. "Now, just to let you know what's going to happen to you?" She rubbed Kim's hair. "We're waiting on your mom to finish her conditioning - Gwen says Lorraine is going to be your mistress. Which is kind of sweet in a sick, twisted sort of way."

Kim felt a wave of revulsion - memories of what they had done on the floor upstairs came flooding back. She wanted to throw up.

"So, we have to wait until your mom comes in to find out how your other mods are going to go - I mean there's going to be some breast augmentation. You're practically flat chested and, man, does the Church like boobs." She hefted her own melons. "I have to admit: I love these funbags." She looked back at the tablet. "Other than that, there'll be slutifier to make you nice and horny - trust me, it's an experience. I could fuck a football team right now."

Kim cried behind the gag.

Karen rolled her eyes. "Oh, come on. It's fun. I'm serious. You think it's going to be terrible being a total slut, but it really isn't. Kind of liberating. And, then, of course, either Gwen or Lisa is going to do your brain mods. Hard to tell what your mom is going to want for you, but I think you can expect to be doing a lot more of that taboo show you put on upstairs - totally hot, by the way."

Kim screamed anew.

***

Lorraine wasn't sure when she actually woke up. Consciousness returned in phases.

The smell of the coffee helped.

She looked up to see Gwen sitting across the kitchen table from her. "Go ahead. Drink it. You could use the caffeine."

Lorraine looked around the farmhouse kitchen. "Where..." Her eyes grew wide. "My God! Where's Kim?"

"Safe. Downstairs. There's a very competent nurse with her." Gwen smiled.

Lorraine looked down at the steaming cup of coffee. She hesitated.

"Oh, for goodness sake, why does everyone believe I'm going to drug them? I don't have to drug people - well, most people anyway. Drink."

Lorraine picked up the cup and took a sip. It warmed her. She hadn't realized how cold she was.

"Was that the first time you had group sex?" Gwen asked.

"Yes. I..." Her eyes grew wide. Alex, Jason, Rebecca - she had made love to all of them! And...

Lorraine almost dropped the cup. "No. Oh, no... Oh, Jesus, what did I do?"

"Relax, Doctor."

"But.. I... Oh, God, I can never look at Kim again."

"Don't be silly. Of course you can. She belongs to you. Literally. I'm giving her to you as a present."

"You're... what!?"

"Your daughter doesn't have the intellect to be professional caste - in the New World Order, everyone will have their place. Kim's place will be on her back pleasuring anyone who wants her."

"How dare you! My daughter is not going to be some common whore!" Lorraine almost threw her coffee in Gwen's face.

"Temper temper, Doctor. You see the 'whore' label as something to be ashamed of. It isn't. Technically, I'm whore caste myself. Though, as a mind controller, I enjoy certain privileges your daughter will never share. She simply lacks the intelligence to be anything more than a slut," Gwen said without malice or sarcasm. "You on the other hand - I've discussed your case with my superiors. They are very interested in what you can bring to the table, Doctor."

"What I can bring to the table? Who the fuck are you people?"

Gwen smiled and explained.

***

After a great deal of coaxing, Alex had agreed to be sedated. Demona needed him to rest. He lay on his back sleeping on an operating table.

Beside him, Lita was strapped to table two.

Demona rubbed her long, stringy hair. "Poor thing. You don't even take care of yourself." She looked up at the ceiling. "Slutz-Net?"

"Online," the disembodied voice answered.

"Subject Lita - begin brain conditioning. Alleviate the Schizophrenia and eliminate Psychotic behavior - leave her intact as much as possible beyond that."

"Acknowledged."

Ceiling tiles slid open above the operating table.

Two robotic arms descended, each with long thin golden needles mounted in gun-like devices.

The arms moved in a blur of motion.

Fat Guy and Bicycle Man were shackled together on the floor and they cried out behind their gags - the robot arms were driving the golden needles into Lita's skull with a crunching sound, buzzing, and then withdrawing them at lightning speed.

Demona looked down at their terrified expressions. "Take it easy - we're curing her mental illnesses. It looks a lot worse than it is."

A third arm dropped down and placed a virtual reality headset on Lita's face.

"There. She'll cook for awhile." Demona looked down at the two men and winked. "I'll deal with you two later."

Rebecca was watching nearby.

Demona walked over and took her hand. "Your turn, babe."

"Huh?" Rebecca looked confused. "I'm already one of you."

Demona led her toward table three. "Yes, well, I have a little something for you. Something the brainiacs down in Havana dreamed up... and then fucked up, and then I fixed."

"Uhh," she looked around nervously. "Where's Gwen?"

Demona laughed. "Doing a brain fuck. Relax, I'm not giving you two extra tits or anything. Have a seat."

"I really think I should talk to my wife first."

"Dang, you pussy whipped slut - do you only do what Gwen says?"

"Well, no, it's just..." She let herself be put on the table.

"She knows what I'm going to do. Trust me, you'll love it."

The IV went in Rebecca's arm before she even knew what was happening. "I... wait... Demona... I don't want..."

Demona rubbed the woman's forehead. "Hey, we have to do this. Gwen and the Church have plans for you. Sometimes we have to do things we don't like - not often, but sometimes. Trust me, this won't hurt and you're going to love the affect."

Rebecca gasped as the straps went around her wrists and ankles. "Wait! Why are you..." Her voice trailed off as the Propofol hit her vein.

***

"Well," Gwen asked Lorraine in the kitchen. "What do you think?"

Lorraine stared straight ahead. "I... I can't do this."

"Yes. You can, and you will."

"She's my daughter!" Lorraine cried.

"Think about what her life is going to be, Lorraine. Mediocrity followed by servitude. If you could see the street in Havana right now, Lorraine, you'd be thanking me for letting you save her."

"As my sex slave! How is that saving her, for fuck's sake!?"

"Street Whores are seven feet tall in their heels. J cup breasts. They walk the street eighteen hours a day, fucking anyone who wants them. They carry bottles of Cunt Clean, so they can douche out their twats between johns. That will be her life, every day, forever - not just a few years, a thousand years, maybe a million. Covered in pornographic tattoos - advertising their specialties." Gwen leaned across the table. "Versus being your property. You can take care of her, watch over her. You'll choose who she fucks - you can save her."

"You're..."

"Monsters? Yes, I know," Gwen said and rolled her eyes. "You know how many times I have this conversation, Lorraine?"

Lorraine slumped forward with her arms stretched out on the table.

Gwen held her hands.

She didn't pull away.

Gwen smiled. "You see, don't you? If it wasn't for Kim, you'd accept my offer, wouldn't you?"

Lorraine closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath. "Yes. Goddamn you. But, that's my choice - you aren't giving Kim a choice."

"No. You have that. You're dozens of IQ points smarter than she is, and you know it."

Lorraine pursed her lips. "What about my other children?"

Gwen leaned back. "They will be left alone - the Church only takes adults. Until they are eighteen, they will be safe. Protected, even. They are preparing boarding schools in the Swiss Alps - the last generation of humans will be educated there until they are of age."

"And then what?"

Gwen shrugged. "Some will be free to decide. Others will not have a choice. It will depend on them."

"I want guarantees. I want my other children to be, what is it? Professional caste?"

Gwen raised an eyebrow. "Bargaining? Really? I've extended a courtesy to you thus far, but you want more?"

"Yes. You want me to go along willingly? I want all my children to be with me."

Gwen smiled. "As slaves?"

Lorraine swallowed. "Yes. At least I can protect them."

Gwen leaned back and steepled her fingers. "They would have to remain with their father and away from you until they are of age."

"Fine."

Gwen licked her lips. "You do understand, I can make you accept my original offer - I don't have to agree to this."

"Yes, you do. You want me to choose this. I don't know why you want it to be my choice, but you do. So, that's my bargain. Otherwise, just rip open my brain or whatever you do."
Gwen leaned forward and grinned. "You will willingly do the Church's work? No questions, no hesitation? No matter how evil the request?"

Lorraine blinked. "Yes."

"Alright, Lorraine. After you and Kim are processed and she is bound to you, you're going to a new life. Your name will be Dr. Lorraine Love..."

"Doctor Love? My name is going to be 'Doctor Love'?"

Gwen laughed. "Yes. You're going to teach courses on Human Sexuality at Ithaca College. And, you're going to maintain your own practice on the side. We're going to put you in a house - a mansion really. You'll be next door to Stacie Fuchs - another tasty MILF we recently created. Together, you are going to corrupt suburbia. You're going to create infidelity, break up homes, turn innocents into willing sex slaves."

Lorraine closed her eyes and swallowed. "And, my children will be given to me to decide their fate when they're eighteen, not the Church?"

"Yes. They will be yours."

"I'll do it," Lorraine said with a trembling voice.

Gwen smiled. "I'm going to reach inside your mind now..."

"I told you I'd do it! I don't need you to do that!" Lorraine cried.

"Lorraine, I'm simply going to turn off your morality - you'll still be you. Just a sociopath."

"I don't need you to do that."

"Yes, you do. Trust me. You're going to love this," Gwen whispered.

Lorraine's head fell forward, almost striking the table.

"Calling Dr. Love?" Gwen laughed.

Lorraine's mind cleared. She felt so much better! Actually, she felt fucking incredible. She leaned back in her chair and licked her lips. "Mmm, wow, I could get used to this." She looked longingly at Gwen's big breasts in their white latex sheath. "So, do I get big tits like those?"

Gwen laughed. "Not quite this size. But, you're going to be very impressive."

***

Mary watched Demona perform some sort of eye surgery on Rebecca. It didn't take long - most of it was done with a contraption she fit over the sleeping woman's face. She finished by removing the device and applying bandages over Rebecca's eyes.

"Change her eye color?" Mary asked when Demona stepped close by.

"HIPAA laws, babe. I can't tell you shit." Demona began scrubbing her hands in the sink.

"Oh. Sorry..."

Demona burst out laughing. "A joke, honey. Fuck HIPAA, fuck the law. She needed some mods for her new job at the network - I'll explain them when she wakes up. Now, as for you? Pick a table."

"Me!? My mod is hanging between my thighs right now..."

"Yeah, I know. But, you haven't read the user's manual." Demona said as she knelt by Fat Guy. She began undoing his shackles. "On your feet, tubby."

The man whined behind his gag.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. I read the full Church report on you - living in your parents' basement at your age? You're more turned on than scared." She heaved and pulled him to his feet. "Go on, run away if you want."

Fat Guy stood and looked from side to side, blinking.

"Thought not. Most action you've had in your entire life?" She winked at Mary. "Dudes are so easy. Long as they smell pussy, they'll sell their soul. You pick a table yet?"

Mary shrugged and started to sit on a table next to Rebecca's.

"Not you. Him." She shoved Fat Guy toward the table. "Strip him and strap him down."

Fat Guy looked up at Mary with a panicked look.

Mary smiled. "Sorry. Look, everything they do makes you feel awesome in the end. Just go with it."

She knelt down and undid his pants. She yanked them down along with his underwear.

His small dick was hiding in his thick pubes.

She stood up and pulled his t-shirt over his head.

He looked miserable.

Mary shook her head. "So, you're fat? So what? Nobody cares. Nobody is staring. We're all in the same boat. I got a summer sausage hanging down in front of my quim." She leaned him back gently and strapped him down.

She rubbed his hair out of his eyes. "Okay, he's ready."

Demona stepped in front of her and smiled up into her face. "Wow, they made you tall. Open up."

"Huh?"

"Mouth. Open," Demona said.

Mary opened her mouth.

"You use whitening strips?"

"Uhh, sometimes," Mary mumbled around Demona's fingers in her mouth.

"They're bright. That's some pretty teeth." She pressed the gums in front of Mary's canines. "Feel that?"

Mary frowned. It felt like there was two lumps under her gums there. "What the fuck?"

Demona pulled her fingers out of Mary's mouth. "Futanari Formula 1 - Futa cum turns girls into futanari, turns boys into bimbo girls." She picked up a thin probe and turned back to Mary. "Futanari Formula 2, which you got - Futa cum doesn't cause a transformation. But..." She gently probed the lumps on Mary's gums. "Okay, I want you to imagine you're pushing your canines out of your mouth - like if you had little pneumatic pumps up there that could cause them to slide down."

Mary thought about it. Nothing happened.

"Try again. Really concentrate. Like you wanna just shoot those pearly whites right out of your mouth." She pressed with the probe.

Something moved in Mary's mouth!

She squeaked a little in surprise.

Demona laughed and clapped. "Oh, baby, look at those fangs!" She reached behind her and picked up a small mirror.

Mary looked at her reflection in disbelief: two pearly white fangs about an inch long had slid out over her canines. "Vampire!? You made me a vampire!?"

Demona giggled. "No, vampire's suck, you blow, honey. Venom. Futanari venom. You bite a girl with these beauties? She turns into a hot Formula 2 Futanari slut just like you."

Mary turned her face to the side, looking at the fangs in profile.

Demona ran her finger up Fat Guy's naked thigh.

"Care to guess what happens to a guy you inject?"

Fat Guy went wide-eyed. He screamed behind the gag.

Demona stepped back.

Mary looked down at the guy on the table. "Oh, I couldn't - he's terrified."

"Oh, yeah? Look at his mini-cock."

Screaming and thrashing he might be, but he was also hard.

Mary laughed. "Oh, shit."

"Go on. He'll adapt."

Mary leaned over him. She could taste something slightly bitter dripping from her fangs. Now she was getting turned on. She felt like a predator stalking prey. "Where? Does it matter?"

Demona stroked the back of Mary's neck. "Anywhere you like. It's a retro-virus. It'll burn through him like a wild fire. Go on."

Mary giggled. She reached out and lifted his smallish sack. She rubbed the skin under his balls with her nail. "Even here."

Demona nodded. "Sure. I mean, he's going to need to get used to having his crotch penetrated. Might as well start with your fangs."

Mary was breathing hard. She made herself stop. "Will it hurt him?"

Demona rolled her eyes. "Try it and find out."

Mary licked her dripping fangs. She pushed her mouth between his chubby thighs and bit down on the skin between his balls and ass. Her teeth slid into his skin.

Fat Guy screamed.

Mary could feel something throbbing and pumping under her upper lip.

My venom! Mary thought. I'm filling him with my venom.

Her pussy spasmed and her Futa cock began to rise.

Fat Guy stopped screaming behind the gag.

Instead, he was moaning.

Mary felt muscles contract in his groin, and suddenly warm cum was sliding down his dick onto her cheek.

He liked it! Jesus, it made him cum!

Demona rubbed Mary's hair as she stroked Fat Guy's softening cock. "Mmm, already shrinking."

***

A couple of hours later, Rebecca woke up and opened her eyes to darkness. She screamed.

"No! No! Honey! It's the bandages!" Demona said from somewhere in the darkness.

"Blind! I'm blind!"

"No, honey. I promise. It's the bandages. Just hang on. The healing was instant, but I didn't want your eyes to get any light until they had recovered from the trauma." Demona whispered.

Rebecca felt adhesive pulling from her eyebrows.

Bright light streamed in as the left bandage was removed.

"Close your eyes," Demona whispered.

Rebecca closed them and felt the right bandage lift from her eye.

"Okay, slowly now. Nice and slow. Open them."

The light wasn't so blinding now.

She breathed out a sigh of relief. She could see the basement ceiling above her. "Scared the shit out of me." She blinked. "What did you do to my eyes?"

Demona stood back. "Wow. Those look amazing!"

"Huh?"

Demona held a mirror in front of her.

Rebecca gasped. Pale blue eyes stared back at her. "Fuck."

"Sorry, I couldn't get your original eye color. They have to be blue. Turns out the blue light frequency influences the dorsolateral prefrontal cortex and the insula..."

"Huh?"

"The dorsolateral...where the brain is changed during hypnosis - never mind the jargon."

Rebecca turned her head slightly. The blue irises of her eyes were... moving. "Is that... are they supposed to move like that?"

"Yes. Keep watching."

They were changing color subtley, going from a light, almost glowing blue white to a deeper ocean blue and back again. "Oh... wow. Umm, they're pretty and all, but..."

"You might say: hypnotic?" Demona asked and hugged her.

Rebecca bit her lower lip. "Yeah, I guess."

Demona was giggling like a schoolgirl. She unstrapped Rebecca from the table. "We need a human. Who's still human?" She turned around and around looking the room over.

Rebecca looked at the naked Fat Guy on the next table. His hair was falling out and he was moaning.

His cock was gone! It had disappeared in his mass of pubic hair which was falling off in wisps.

"No, not him... her, I mean," Demona said. "Ah-ha!" She dragged Rebecca to where Bicycle Guy was sitting on the floor.

He looked up in terror.

She pointed at him and looked at Rebecca. "Him. Do your thing!"

"My thing?"

Demona sighed. "Just stare into his eyes for a few seconds."

Rebecca let herself be lowered to her knees by Demona in front of the terrified man.

He looked at her wide-eyed.

Rebecca stared into his eyes.

His pupils relaxed and dilated. His lids lowered slightly.

"Now what?" Rebecca asked.

"Tell him to do something. Quack like a duck. Sing. Cross his eyes. Anything."

"Uhh..."

"Make him lose control of his body. Piss himself. Fart, I don't know."

Rebecca stared into his eyes. "Get hard. Get hard for me."

He moaned, his bicycle shorts tenting and becoming far too small.

Rebecca laughed as the shorts distended.

Demona was practically dancing with glee beside her.

Rebecca grinned with mischief. "Mmm, nice. Now... cum."

His eyes rolled back in his head and his muscles went taut. A dark stain spread out from the bulge in his shorts.

Rebecca patted his cheek. "Good boy!" She stood up.

Demona grabbed her and hugged her. "Cool, huh?"

"I can hypnotize people. Holy shit!" Rebecca laughed.

"Yeah, you can. Anybody who looks into your eyes... even on TV." Demona arched an eyebrow and winked.

Rebecca hissed in a breath. "You mean, if I'm on TV, say as a news anchor, and I tell people to do something..."

"They'll do whatever you tell them. And, they'll think it was their idea."

***

The basement surgery grew quiet after a while. Demona and the others headed upstairs.

Fat Guy, who now looked more like an overweight shemale was moaning softly in her sleep.

Bicycle Man was passed out on the floor in his shackles.

Alex slept soundly.

"Hello? Anybody? Is anybody here?" a small voice asked.

Alex's eyes fluttered open in the dark room. Monitors beeped nearby, recording heartbeat and blood pressure. The ceiling glowed in green, blue, and red from the LED displays by each operating table.

He sighed and closed his eyes again.

"Please? Please somebody. I'm scared."

Alex snapped awake. It was a woman's voice, small and sobbing somewhere in the darkness.

He rolled onto his feet.

The demon woman was strapped to a nearby table. She was the source of the small, sweet voice.

The virtual reality headset had been removed.

The golden needles on the robot arms had withdrawn back into the ceiling.

Tears were streaming down her face.

"Lita? What's wrong?" Alex asked as his feet touched the floor.

The diminutive woman squeaked in fear. "No, no, no... please don't hurt me."

This is some kind of trick, Alex thought. She was trying to lure him close - probably to rip his throat out with her teeth if she could.

He stood over her.

Her eyes looked terrified.

Water suddenly poured off the bed onto the floor - she had pissed herself.

Nobody is that good an actress, Alex thought. "Hey, hey, it's okay, Lita. Nobody is going to hurt you..."

"Whoremasters don't hurt women. They never hurt women. The woman on the video said so! Please don't hurt me," Lita pleaded.

If she bites me, I'm going to feel like a fucking moron, Alex thought. "The woman on the video they made you watch told you the truth. Cum Slut Cathy doesn't lie. Neither do I. I won't hurt you, I promise."

Lita sniffled and looked at him with bloodshot eyes. "O... Okay." Her head was held in place with a leather strap.

Alex reached to undo it. He hesitated. "Lita, if I undo some of these? You promise you won't try to hurt me?"

She swallowed. "No! I won't. Please..."

Alex unbuckled the strap around her forehead.

"Thank you," she whispered.

He reached out and stroked her forehead.

She shivered at his touch, but she didn't pull away.

"I'm whore caste," she whispered. "I'll obey you, I promise."

Alex smiled. "Shh, come on now. We can worry about all that later. How do you feel?"

"Scared."

"Don't be."

"Not just of you and this place. I feel different. My head... I don't hear," her voice dropped to a whisper. "I don't hear the voices anymore."

Alex nodded. "SlutzNet, status of subject Lita?"

A voice came from the ceiling. "Subject Lita has normal brain function. Breast augmentation to G cup complete. Gluteus expanded to within 20% symmetry with breasts. Waist circumference now 43 centimeters burlesque proportion. Thighs lengthened by three centimeters. Calves lengthened by two centimeters. Permanent makeup injected under skin. Gag reflex removed. Womb opened for access. Sterilized. Libido amped up 75%. Mental conditioning complete, knowledge of all advanced sexual techniques. Whore caste designation: Girlfriend Experience Whore. Extra features..."

"Stop," Alex said. "Is subject Lita a danger to herself or others?"

"Define danger."

Alex rolled his eyes. "Is she going to try to bite my dick off again?"

"No! I won't! I promise!" Lita cried.

"Subject Lita is incapable of physical violence against human or transformed."

Alex smiled. "Poor thing. No wonder you're scared."

"Girlfriend Experience Whore?" Lita asked.

"You know what that is, right?"

She nodded. "That means I stay at the airport in Havana until a john gets off a plane and requests the Girlfriend Experience. Then they wipe my mind, make me think I came with him on the plane. Make me think I'm his girlfriend, and he uses me however he wants until he's ready to go back home. Then he turns me back in and they wipe my brain again until the next customer."

Alex nodded. He hated that one. The look on the girl's face when the guy she thinks she's known forever, the guy she's in love with, just drops her off at the airport like somebody dropping off their rental car.

It was goddamned cruel - those few minutes when the girl realizes everything she knows is a lie... even if the mind wipe removes the anguish she experiences? Even if the girl forgets? The whoremaster never forgets it.

Alex began undoing her straps.

"I don't want to be one of those, Alex," she whispered.

Alex smiled weakly. "I'm sorry, honey. I don't like it either."

He helped her sit up.

Her stringy hair was gone. It was now a long, wavy mane of chestnut brown hair.

She threw herself off the table and wrapped herself around his neck.

Fuck! She got me again! Goddamn it! Alex was more angry at himself than her. He braced himself for the feel of her teeth sinking into his throat.

But, though her lips touched his skin, her teeth did not.

She held on and shook, sobbing in misery against his neck. "Please don't let them do that to me, Alex! Please! I'll do anything. I'll be good to you. I'll be better than good."

Her sobs turned into wails as she held on tight.

Alex put his arm around her and held her close. "Lita. I can't do anything about that. The Church decides. It won't be so bad," he lied.

"I can't go through that. I just can't."

He rocked her in his big arms. "When you get to Havana, a whoremaster will claim you. Whoever takes you, they'll care of you. You'll see..."

"I'm sorry I hurt you. Please don't send me there!"

She was broken. SlutzNet had undone her illness, but it had robbed her of her spirit at the same time.

She needed someone to keep her safe so that the fiery Lita could come back - just without the psychosis.

"Fuck. Well, shit." He stood up and carried her.

"Where are we going?" She mumbled against his neck.

"First? Shower. As cute as you are, I'm not into pee..."

"I'm sorry!" She cried against his shoulder.

"Stop it. Stop apologizing. You got scared and you peed. From now on, anything scares you? You come to me."

"Okay," she whispered. Then she leaned back away from him. "Wait. What are you saying?"

"You're mine... well, we're each other's... I'm claiming you."

She burst into fresh tears.

"Stop that. I mean it. I'm not attracted to weakness. And, I don't want you to be either. Not even in yourself. Your wives are fierce - one of them is downright terrifying. You better find some spine or Gwen will eat you alive."

She nodded and hugged him tight. "Just tell me it's going to be okay."

He laughed. "It'll be fine... till Gwen finds out. And, then..."

***

Lorraine Love looked at her naked body in the bedroom mirror. She looked five years younger. Her skin was flawless. The G cup breasts were firm - they barely moved when she walked.

She had a heart shaped ass just as firm, and an hourglass figure that would drive men insane.

So what if she had to be an evil slut doing the Church's bidding? She was into kinky shit now.

All kinds of kinky shit. She smiled and rubbed her thick clit and hairless pussy.

She held up her wet fingers and licked her juices. Sweet! Almost as good as Kim's.

She smiled and felt a tremor go through her privates.

Being evil and perverted was kind of fucking fun.

From her Psychiatric background, she knew this was the complete liberation of her id and the suppression of that annoying super ego. What she wanted, she would take. From now on, her pleasure, her needs were priority one.

"That's right," the White Witch, Gwen said behind her.

She smiled at the woman's reflection at winked. "Naughty being in my mind like that."

"Oh, I like it inside you," Gwen said. She ran a hand up the inside of Lorraine's thigh from behind. She cupped her sex. "So wet."

"I'm going to stay that way? Right?"

"Always ready to fuck. That's us," Gwen laughed. She rubbed Lorraine's clit.

The Psychiatrist gasped.

"Mmm, definitely Dr. Love. That's a perfect name for you." Gwen turned her around and kissed her. She raised her hand from Lorraine's pussy and eased a middle finger into her ass.

"Unnh... God, never thought that could feel so good."

Gwen smiled at her. "Just think what it's going to be like with Alex's cock in your pussy and Jason fucking this tight little butt?"

"Oh, God, can I?"

"Of course. They're both very into you."

"You don't mind?"

Gwen laughed. "Don't be silly. I get off on things like that. You will too." She licked Lorraine's lips. "Would you mind if I do nasty things to Kim at the same time?"

Lorraine laughed. "Knock yourself out. I'd love to watch her in action."

"Good answer. I think you're ready."

"Ready?"

"To head downstairs and supervise your daughter's transformation."

***

Alex held Lita's hand and led her to the sub-basement. The room was empty, but he could see light coming from the back room.

He opened the door.

Lorraine's daughter, Kim, was hanging from an X shaped bondage cross near the middle of the room.

A thick, pink dildo was pistoning in and out of her soaked snatch.

The girl regarded them with an exhausted look.

Nurse Karen was checking the suction on one of the permanent hucows. She adjusted the milker on the platinum blonde's massive left breast. The woman moaned softly as milk filled the clear suction cup and then drained into the tank below.

Karen turned and smiled. "Feeling better?" She saw Lita and froze, her eyes growing wide.

Lita likewise was staring in awe at everything around her, holding tight to Alex's huge hand.

Karen stepped sideways and picked up a syringe.

Even from across the room, Alex could tell it was filled with Knock Out.

He shook his head. "It's okay. Lita is much better now."

"I... I want to go back," Lita whispered. Her eyes were locked on the blonde who moaned behind her ball gag on the St. Andrew's Cross.

Alex leaned down. "Brave. Fierce. If you can't be that, I don't want you." His face was stern, but his voice was not.

"Yes, Master," she whispered.

Alex eyed her curiously. Somewhere along the line, SlutzNet must have made her a submissive - perhaps to aid in curing her maladies. He could live with her devotion, so long as she was capable of self-motivation.

Slaves were tedious. He didn't want one.

But, there was something endearing about the way she clung to him, as if she was afraid she would be swept away by a stray breeze if she didn't.

He led her to a metal frame set in the concrete near the hucow cabinets.

"Do you trust me?" Alex asked her. He knelt down, putting himself on eye level with her.

"Yes, Master."

No hesitation, and was there a tiny glint in her eye? At least she wasn't crying and she made eye contact.

There was a small tray beside the frame. He held up a padded shackle. "Give me your arm."

She eyed the shackle warily.

Alex was patient. "A couple of hours ago, you would have wrestled me for this. And, if you could, you would have used it like brass knuckles and beaten me half to death. I don't want the violence to return, but I want the balls to come back. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master."

"Alex. I'm Alex, not Master. You can choose to obey me if you want, I'll love you either way, but I don't require you to bow down. I'm going to be your husband, not your owner. Yeah, some whoremasters rule over their coven - I don't. I don't want women to worship me. I want love, not respect nor fear."

She looked at him and blinked. "Love? You're going to love me?"

He turned his head to the side and tried to read something in her expression. "Don't you understand this? When we're joined, it's not just you being bound to me. It works both ways. Forever."

A slight smile crossed her lips. "I... I guess I didn't realize it would be actual love."

He caressed her long brown hair. "I will love you, just like I love Gwen and Heather and Rebecca. You'll be in love with me and you'll be in love with them the same as they will be in love with you. Real love. You'll be happy when they're near and miss them when they are not. You will not be a slave Lita. Not to me, not to them, not to anyone. We have our duties that we have to perform, all of us, but we are not slaves."

Her eyes welled with tears.

Alex wiped the tears away.

She frowned. "Well. If you're my husband... why are you chaining me?"

There it was. Defiance. Finally a spark of the old Lita. "Because I want to."

"And, what if I don't want to be put in bondage?"

"Don't you?"

Her proud look faltered. She reached out and took the shackle from his hand.

She put it on her wrist and closed it with a click. "Like this?"

"Yes." He handed her the next.

She clicked it on the other slim wrist.

"Ankles." He handed her another.

She took it and then turned her back.

She bent over at the waist. Slowly.

That was on purpose. Alex smiled, admiring her heart shaped ass. He cupped her buttock as she clicked the left ankle restraint in place.

He knelt lower to the floor and handed her the last restraint.

She had a lusty look in her eyes.

She clicked the last one in place, and Alex pulled her up in an embrace.

He kissed her.

She moaned into his mouth, opening wide to accept his tongue which probed at her throat.

With no gag reflex, she swallowed it.

His hands kneaded her buttocks as he fucked her throat with his tongue.

She was dripping wet when he lowered her to the floor.

The frame had steel hooks that closed on loops on the restraints.

Her ankles were locked with her legs wide apart.

Alex bent her forward and pulled her arms back.

Her heavy tits hung down along with her long, flowing hair.

The position of her arms made her arch her back, exposing her taut ass deliciously.

The wrist restraints locked in place on either side of her ass.

Lita was breathing heavy.

"Let the restraints hold you. Rest your weight on them. That's why they're padded," Alex said.

"Yes, Mas... Alex. Yes, Alex."

He knelt in front of her and kissed her. "It's about trust. You understand?"

"Yes."

"I will not hurt you. I won't let anyone else hurt you either."

She smiled and nodded.

He stood up. "Speaking of trust." He held the base of his cock. It started to rise.

Lita's eyes grew wide and she gasped.

"The last time you had this in your mouth..."

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry." She opened her mouth and licked the head of his cock.

Alex smiled seeing the astonishment on her face. She hadn't been transformed yet. He would handle that personally in a few minutes - so his precum was driving her insane with lust.

He hoped that 'insane with lust' wouldn't turn into just 'insane'.

He rubbed her hair as she kissed and suckled the head. "Open."

"I... it's so big," she whispered. Her lips were glistening and slick with precum.

"You're made for me. Trust me." He took her lower jaw in his hand and massaged gently. "Open."

She looked in his eyes and slowly opened her mouth. Her eyes grew wide as her jaws opened further and further.

"The muscles and ligaments loosen when I need your mouth. My precum triggers it. The same way your pussy will dilate when my juices mix with yours."

Her eyes drifted down as her mouth opened wide enough to accept him.

He slid in and she angled her head to open her throat for him.

"That's right." He slid deep inside and felt her throat contracting around him. "Breathe when I pull back then hold it when I push in."

She moaned sending waves of pleasure through Alex.

***

Gwen led Lorraine downstairs. The hot MILF was wearing a semi-transparent purple bodysuit that showed off her ample curves.

"I want her tits even bigger than mine."

"Whatever you want, Lorraine. You own your daughter. She's your toy to use however you want." Gwen smiled - the MILF was almost hyperventilating.

"She'll be happy, won't she? Like I am?"

"Yes, Lorraine. She's more like you than you think. She's just more repressed. You'll take care of that."

Lorraine smiled. "Oh, yes. Definitely."

Gwen laughed. Lorraine's evil side was coming to the surface slowly. Pretty soon, she would be 90% dominatrix bitch.

She turned on the basement lights.

Then she frowned.

Alex wasn't there.

"I guess he woke..." She didn't finish the sentence.

The demon was gone as well.

***

Lita moaned as Alex began rubbing her cunt from behind.

Alex had pulled out of her throat, dripping from her spit. He could have cum then - the woman had excellent technique.

But, it didn't seem right to him to take a wife's throat instead of her pussy.

"So wet. Lita, is this what you want? This is the last time you can change your mind. Once I cum inside you, it is very difficult to undo the binding. Sometimes impossible."

She turned her head frantically and looked back at him. "You'd undo it!? Why!? Why would you do that!?"

"No, no, sweetheart... I had to. We made a man into a whoremaster in Ithaca, and he needed a harem. Even then, I had to have special permission, and it almost didn't work." He stroked the small of her back. "I will not unbind you unless you ask me to."

She lowered her head and turned back around. "I wouldn't do that. I want you. I really do, Alex."

Alex smiled.

Her pussy lips were dark and full, opened and glistening from arousal. He crouched down and kissed them, running his tongue along the outside of her puffy outer lips.

"Unnh," she whispered.

Her juices were light and delicate but plentiful.

He spread her open with his thumbs and lube began to drip down.

He caught it with his tongue, and then pushed his tongue deep inside her warm depths.

"Oh, God... I love this," she whispered. "I like being chained like this. I was afraid, but now I'm not."

Alex laughed and tongued her clit.

She shuddered and moved her hips in a circle, unable to control her desire to have more of his lips and tongue.

Alex closed his lips on her pussy and sucked her tender lips into his mouth.

"Ahh! Nobody ever did that..."

Alex pulled back and licked her firmly from clit to perineum and back. "What?"

She giggled. "Not exactly an extrovert before."

Alex laughed.

"Guys wanted to fuck me, but... nobody wanted to do much else... to the crazy girl." She was undulating her hips, rubbing herself against his exploring tongue.

He gripped her thighs, forcing her to be still as he tongue fucked her in long, deep strokes. With each penetration, his tongue rubbed across her clit.

She moaned and cried. Soon she was screaming.

Alex held her tight as her orgasm came on like a storm, her hole closing spasmodically on his invading tongue.

Finally, she went slack in her restraints.

He stood up.

He grasped his cock by the base and rubbed the thick head against her pussy.

"Oh! Yes! Please, I want to. I want to now."

"Want to what?"

"I want... Oh, God... I want you to..."

He reached out with his left hand and pulled her long hair, causing her head to rise. "Say it. We don't play games. We're not coy."

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Cum inside me. I want to be yours."

Alex slid balls deep into her at once - her mods made it possible.

Without the opened and lengthened canal, it would have killed her.

She screamed. "Big! Big!" She fell into mumbling incoherently and jerking her hips wildly trying to take even more of him.

"Shh. Be still now. We have hours. Relax," He whispered as he massaged the small of her back.

"No. Absolutely not."

Alex turned to find Gwen standing behind him.

She was glaring at him, hands clenched in fists.

He smiled. "She's hard to resist..."

"Try harder! I will not spend eternity with this..."

Alex slowly withdrew from Lita.

The little brunette cried out.

"Shh. Just a minute. I'm not stopping." He turned and touched Gwen's cheek. "Let's talk."

***

Lorraine returned to the basement above. Gwen's reaction to seeing Alex balls deep in the demon woman told her things might get ugly.

Besides, Kim looked to be asleep with that mechanical dildo fucking her.

She could only imagine what was going through her daughter's mind - nasty, filthy things she hoped.

The past few hours had been a real life changer for Lorraine.

Good was bad and bad was now good. Actually, bad was fucking wonderful.

Dark thoughts poured through her mind.

Selling Kim on the street. Pimping her to older men. Sharing her in orgies. Making her dress like a slut - like her very own Slut Barbie.

That was her plan: she was going to have the doctor and her assistant turn her oldest daughter into a living sex toy.

She leaned against the basement wall and pushed her hand under the waistband of her running suit.

Her pussy was wet and swollen.

She needed to fuck.

She needed to pervert.

Her drive was near manic, her thoughts like a torrent of explicit kinky desires.

"I know that feeling pretty well."

The tall blonde woman with the buzz cut was smiling at her.

"Mary, right?" She never stopped masturbating.

The woman walked toward her, hips undulating in the short skirt. "The first night they took me? I fucked my own son. I helped turn my husband into a sissy transsexual. I even went to an adult store and turned an innocent girl into a wanton slut... on her wedding night. And, I made her husband watch."

Lorraine was breathing hard. She swallowed as she stared at Mary's short skirt. The front was lifting - her shemale cock was becoming erect. She tore her eyes away from the rapidly rising cock. "Is it always like this? So strong? So bad you just want to fuck anyone in sight? Do the most vile, wicked things?"

Mary smiled. "For you? It might be. I had angst and regrets - but, Lisa was the one who changed me, and the poor girl was just learning. Gwen fixed everything." She raised her skirt and turned to the side displaying her long, hard, thick veined cock. "She makes everything better."

Lorraine stepped forward and wrapped her hand around the throbbing cock. "What's it like? Being a shemale? I'll bet it feels wonderful. When you fuck someone. God... it must."

Mary cupped Lorraine's big breasts - they were almost identical to her own big orbs. "It does. Women just sort of open for it. Poor little Hailey wanted more than she could take in her tight little pussy."

Lorraine stared at the cock in her hand. She began to stroke it. Precum poured from the tip. Lorraine's hand motion made the shaft slick with it. "I won't be able to take it all either... they haven't changed me inside yet."

She slid her hand farther down and fingered Mary's wet pussy.

Mary sighed. "Mmm, that feels amazing. Push your fingers in?"

On the next down stroke, Lorraine slid two fingers up Mary's cunt and then withdrew on the up stroke. "Like this?"

"Unnh... God, yes."

Lorraine laughed. "All new skills to learn."

Mary laughed with her. "Oh, you're doing wonderfully."

"You're a girl they turned into an almost boy, not the other way around?"

"Futanari, honey... Oh, harder, please... Japanese word. It means a girl who has a cock instead of a clit."

"Fuck, you are so wet."

Mary put her hands in Lorraine's hair and kissed her. "You make me wet." She licked Lorraine's full, red lips. "And, hard."

Lorraine laughed. "I think I'd like one of these." She gripped Mary's cock harder.

Mary smiled. "I can give you one. Just like mine. If I bite you? I have venom. You'll grow a nice big cock, just like mine."

Lorraine's eyes narrowed in lust. "Really?"

Mary nodded and nodded her head toward the Fat Guy's bed. "If I bite a man, he turns into a bimbo - at least that's what Demona said when I bit that guy."

Lorraine stared at the shape on the table. It definitely had tits and a fat ass, but mostly he looked like an overweight tranny.

Mary spun Lorraine around and pressed her against the wall.

"Ooo," Lorraine groaned. Mary's hard cock was pressed into her running suit crotch.

She felt Mary's teeth on her neck. "You want this? Want to be my Futanari lover, Lorraine? Want me to give you a hard, thick cock to fuck your daughter with?"

Lorraine shivered. "Fuck! God..." The thought turned her on.

"Just say yes, and I'll do it. One little nip." She rubbed her fangs along the side of Lorraine's neck.

Lorraine moaned and laughed. "Maybe. Not yet. I need to think..."

Mary kissed her neck. "Just remember, the offer is good anytime."

"Ooo... well... while I'm thinking it over?" She turned around and drew Mary closer. Lorraine reached down and pushed the crotch of her running suit down. "How about you give me a demonstration of that thing in action?"

Mary kissed her and slid her higher up the wall.

Lorraine drew in a breath as she felt the long futa cock pushing at her exposed pussy.

It slid up and in as far as it would go in her tight cunt.

"Mmm, yes! God, so fucking big." She covered Mary's face with kisses as the Futanari began to fuck her against the wall.

***

Nurse Karen was talking in soothing tones to Lita as the frustrated woman sobbed.

Alex led Gwen to the other side of the room.

"Not her, Alex. Anyone but her."

He smiled at her and squeezed her hand. "I know things didn't start out well."

"She almost killed you!"

"And, how many times have you told initiates that humans can't be blamed for trying to protect themselves?"

Gwen's eyes flashed with anger. "That wasn't self defense - it was an insane bloodlust..."

"Which is gone now."

"You think it is. How do you know?"

"SlutzNet..."

"...is a computer. It doesn't know. It's making an educated guess based on available data. It can't read her mind."

"Neither can you," Alex said, smiling gently.

"No, and that's the point! We don't know anything about her! Except that a few hours ago she was a homicidal maniac!"

"I don't think she is. If you had seen how she was when she woke up on the table..."

"She isn't one of us!"

Alex frowned. "So. It's okay for us to add to the coven, so long as it's your idea?"

Gwen looked shocked. "What? No..."

Alex smiled. He stroked her blonde hair out of her eyes. "Do you remember when Heather came here? That spirit, that personality? Beautiful, inside and out. We had to have her - I felt it the same as you. I couldn't bring myself to take her, but you did. You saved her from my short sightedness."

Gwen teared up a little.

"And, Rebecca? I knew when I saw her - she belonged with us. I didn't fight you when you thought it was your idea alone. It hasn't even been a day, but neither of us can imagine life without her. I know I can't. Could you?"

"No, but..."

"And, Akimi Maru? You made her just this morning. And, you and I both know that as soon as she is back in our arms we are never, never going to let her go."

"But, Alex..."

"And, then there's you. I was dead inside before you, Gwen. When I went to Havana and the Church said, take this gift and be a whoremaster? You think I wanted that? No. I took it because, goddamn it, Gwen. I was at the end of my rope." He looked down at his feet. "My wife's death... Gwen... I just wanted to die. If I hadn't accepted their offer, I might have ended myself."

Gwen was sobbing.

"Even becoming this," he looked down at himself. "It didn't matter. It didn't help." He wiped the tears from her eyes. "And, then you show up on my front porch in that sensible skirt with those WatchTower pamphlets and your kooky religion... I knew, Gwen. I just knew I had to be with you."

She looked up at him, lip trembling.

"You.Changed.Everything." He kissed her wet cheek. "I gave you a choice, and you chose me." He shook his head. "I've not looked back since. You are my life, Gwen Kincaid. You trusted me then. Trust me now."

She leaned against him, all the fight drained from her. She sighed. "She is adorable," she said finally.

Alex laughed and hugged her tight. "Yeah, I have to admit, there was a very beautiful woman hiding under that psychotic weirdness."

Gwen laughed and sniffled. "I swear, though, if this is an act and she hurts one of us? I'll fucking end her."
Alex nodded. "I know."

***

"Wow," Demona said from the bottom step as she watched Mary pin Lorraine to the wall with her big futa cock. She walked up behind Mary and stroked her firm ass as she fucked Lorraine. "Like that MILF pussy, huh?"

"F... Fuck... she's so hot, Demona."

"I'll say," Demona said. She leaned up and sucked Lorraine's nipple into her mouth. She suckled it - no Ambrosia yet. That would have to wait till she was complete.

Lorraine moaned and cried. She was rubbing Mary's short hair with her right hand while she drew Demona closer to her with her left.

Demona pulled back with a lick. "Yeah, that's right, Mary. Give it to her hard."

Mary's face was a mask of concentration.

Demona reached down between the futa's legs and grasped the base of her cock as she fucked.

Still being human, Lorraine could only take so much of her big cock.

Demona took a small bottle of pills out of her pocket.

She opened it and dropped a single brown pill into her hand before replacing the cap.

"Do you want to be completely irresistible to Mary here, Lorraine?"

"She is," Mary breathed as she nuzzled into Lorraine's neck.

"Oh, I can make it completely impossible for Mary to control herself. Would you Iike that, Lorraine? Do you want to see Mary go insane with lust?"

Lorraine smiled behind sleepy eyes. "Yes. Fuck yes!"

Mary only groaned and fucked Lorraine harder.

"Open wide." She held the pill to Lorraine's mouth.

Lorraine smiled and opened up.

Demona dropped the pill on her tongue. "Now swallow."

Lorraine swallowed it down.

Demona took a few steps back. "Remember I told you there were more instructions for that new dick, Mary?"

"Hunh? Yeah..."

Demona laughed. "You have this little biological quirk. Your libido goes into overdrive when a woman ovulates. Pumps up all your hormones."

Mary stopped her pummeling of Lorraine's snatch.

The blonde in her arms began to whine.

"That little pill I gave your MILF lover causes her to ovulate almost instantly. Her body is giving off pheromones to tell any man who can smell her that she's fertile..."

Mary's eyes grew wide. Her pupils dilated.

"Oh, yeah. That's right, Mary... don't fight it."

Mary was breathing hard.

"Mary?" Lorraine asked.

Mary lowered her to the floor. "Smell so... good. Lorraine. I really need to..."

Lorraine blinked. "Anything you want. You can do anything you want..."

Mary spun her around and began peeling down Lorraine's running suit.

"Ooo," Lorraine cooed as she suit was pulled down to her ankles.

She started to turn back around, but Mary forced her down on the floor.

Mary pushed her face to the tile and crouched behind her.

Lorraine gasped as Mary licked and sucked her pussy. "Oh, Mary, yes!"

Mary's eyes were growing more and more wild with lust. Her skin flushed and her hard cock grew even harder.

Demona knelt beside them. "Take her, Mary. Fuck her."

Mary smiled and slid her futa cock deep inside the MILF's pussy.

Demona whispered as Mary fucked. "Your cum is incredibly potent. If a woman ovulates, you can impregnate her. Don't you want to do that, Mary? You want to breed her, go on say it."

"I want to breed you, Lorraine. I want a fuck a baby into you."

"What? No! Mary, I can't."

"Oh, you can," Demona laughed. "And, you will... only it won't be a baby."

Mary grunted. "What will it... be?"

"A clone. A fully formed adult clone of our little MILF here." Demona rubbed Lorraine's hair. "She'll have a twin, Mary."

"Fuck yeah!" Mary growled.

"No! I don't want..."

"Shut up, slut! I'm breeding your whore pussy right... now!" Mary laughed.

Mary thrust hard and stopped, her back arched.

"Aiggh!" Lorraine cried out as she felt Mary's cock throb deep inside her.

***

Lita braced herself as Alex's cock wedged into her pussy. She was stretching, but it wasn't painful.

More like terrifying.

But, the horrible loneliness was leaving her.

Lita had always been alone, but, until the machine did whatever it did to her, she hadn't cared. She disliked people, hated them really. They bothered her. She always felt like they were looking at her, judging her.

On really bad days, she felt like they were conspiring against her.

All the drugs did was make her not care.

Everything was different now.

The loneliness that had dominated her life was now like a lead weight on her, pressing her down.

When she awoke on the operating table, her fear hadn't been of the situation she was in, it wasn't the dark room.

It was the knowledge that she was still alone.

She called out to the empty room in terror that she was alone.

But, she hadn't been.

Lita smiled.

She had hated Alex earlier, and she could still feel that emotion. She couldn't understand it - he was wonderful and he was warm and he really cared for her.

Alex meant she wouldn't be alone.

"Arch your back a little more," Gwen whispered.

Lita did as she was told, though in truth she couldn't move much in the bondage frame.

Gwen didn't hate her, and Lita was thankful for that.

But, the beautiful woman wouldn't touch her. She was actively avoiding Lita's smiles and her gaze.

A few hours ago, this wouldn't have bothered Lita in the slightest.

Now, it made her feel horrible.

"My fault," she whispered. "Stupid schizo."

Gwen looked down at her. The expression wasn't warm, but it wasn't hatred either. "What did you say?"

Lita burst into tears. "You hate me. I know you do..."

Gwen jerked as if she had been slapped.

Lita sniffled. "Alex. It's okay. I'll go to Havana. She doesn't want me."

Gwen knelt beside her. "Your act isn't working on me."

"I'm not..."

"Maybe. Maybe not. I don't hate you. I don't trust you, but I don't hate you."

Alex pulled gently out of her.

"No," Gwen said as she looked up. "Don't stop." She turned back to Lita as Alex's firm hands squeezed Lita's waist. "If this is an act..."

"It's not an act," Lita whined.

"Lita, if you ever hurt Alex or Rebecca or Heather? If you hurt anyone in this coven, I'll kill you. So, if you're playing us? You're better off as a whore in Havana... trust me."

Lita shook her head and sobbed. "I won't! I can't! I don't want to be alone, Gwen. I want to be with you and Alex and the others. Please?"

The buxom blonde moved quickly, her expression changing from cold stare to smiling lust.

Lita jumped when Gwen kissed her.

The surprise wore off quickly. She moaned into the kiss as Gwen's tongue probed her mouth.

Gwen's hands explored her body: her neck, her breasts, her tummy. She reached down and fondled Lita's clit as Alex pushed inside her once again.

Gwen broke the kiss and smiled at her, fingers still massaging Lita's clit. Gwen laughed. "You're so little. I'll bet he feels like he's in your chest."

Lita nodded. "So full, Gwen."

Gwen stared into her eyes. "Fuck her, Alex. You were right. She's ours."

He began slow, long strokes into Lita's quivering body. "Ooo," she moaned. "What's it going to feel like? When he cums? Is it instant?"

Gwen nodded. "Yes. You'll be completely in love with him... and me."

"I want... that. Want it! Never had it... Before." The rhythm of the massive cock combined with Gwen's masterful clit massage was driving Lita close to the edge.

Gwen frowned. "Never? You've never been in love?"

"N... no..."

Gwen shook her head. "I've been selfish. I'm sorry."

"What? No! You... oh, God, it feels so good, Gwen." It was so hard to think. Her life was about feeling now.

Gwen laughed. "Yes. And, it's going to feel even better." She slid under Lita and pulled herself between the brunette's legs.

"What are you..."

Fireworks. Gwen began suckling Lita's clit as Alex fucked her harder and harder.

The orgasm began in Lita's toes and roared through her like a wild fire.

"God, she's cumming!" Alex groaned.

Her pussy felt as long as her giant lover's cock, and every inch of it was contracting and pulsating.

"I'm..." Alex stammered and then he was pumping into her.

A second orgasm ripped through Lita, this one a hundred times harder than the first - the strongest in her entire life.

Her body convulsed in the bondage frame. She felt like she might break the shackles.

Alex's cum surged into her body, into her very soul.

Lita Price, who had been broken and then mended, felt a warmth spread through her. She screamed and laughed and cried and shook. Arms encircled her - Alex had pulled out of her at some point.

Her bonds were gone and she was lying in his arms - no, their arms! Gwen had wrapped her body around her and Alex held them both in a tight embrace on the floor.

Sweet words were whispered in her ears: Beloved. Love. Ours now. Always. Never alone. Everything before was a dream. You're awake now.

Her eyes fluttered open. "I love you," she whispered and smiled. Her eyes closed.

Lita Price, now Lita Price-Kincaid fell asleep in her wife and husband's arms.

***

In the basement above, Mary lay on her back on an operating table, her cock lying flaccid across her flat stomach.

She smiled lazily at Lorraine who stood looking at herself in the mirror on the back wall.

She stared at her abs. "You... were kidding, right?"

Demona walked to her side and placed her hand on the space between Lorraine's navel and her pubic bone. "No. Right now, Mary's cum has caused two of the eggs you released to merge into a zygote with both of your X chromosomes - your genetic clone. Lorraine 2.0 is rapidly dividing in your womb."

Lorraine blanched. "How rapidly?"

Demona hugged her. "Calm down. Come on and sit down."

Lorraine let herself be led to an empty table.

"You'll give 'birth' sometime before morning."

"Jesus!"

"Relax. It will weigh less than a pound. It's going to come out in its amniotic sack attached to you with the umbilical cord. You'll go to sleep after that - your body is going to conserve its energy since you'll be feeding Lorraine 2.0 from your own body. By midnight tomorrow night, there'll be two of you. She'll be an exact clone - well, without your modifications. She'll look exactly like the old you. One of the White Witches will transfer your thoughts to the new Lorraine, and she'll basically be able to replace the old you."

"Why in God's name would you do something like that?" Lorraine stammered.

"First, because I can. Honestly, I run pretty much open loop - science without boundaries. I sleep about an hour a night and my brain works on multiple projects at once - seriously, I figured out a new way of synthesizing hemoglobin while I was sitting here talking to you," Demona said.

"Second? You're a doctor. I didn't know that when I nabbed you, sorry. We're more subtle with professional caste normally. Problem is, you've been abducted - people are going to be looking for you and Kim within twelve hours. It'll make the national news. The Church doesn't like publicity, and they've got a serious hard on to have you twisting people's minds at Ithaca College as Dr. Love. So, we need another you to go home and be wife and mommy. That way you can go upstate and start turning college kids into fuck toys."

Lorraine stared at Demona. "So this new me gets to go be a wife to my husband and a mother to my kids?"

Demona nodded. "Leaving you totally free... to be as evil as you want."

Lorraine slowly smiled. "Wait. What about Kim?"

Demona laughed. "You need to go down and supervise her mods. And, then?" She handed Lorraine the bottle of ovulation pills. "Have Mary fuck a clone into her too."

***

Gwen lay back in Alex's arms on the floor. She held Lita as she slept. She smiled up at Alex. "That's four out of twelve for your harem, whoremaster."

"Five if you count Akimi," Alex whispered and kissed her hair.

"I can't wait. When the Church takes over and all this hiding is over? It's going to be wonderful - all of us together and in love."

Alex frowned and nodded.

"What?" Gwen asked.

Alex shrugged. "It's nothing. Just, the Church..."

Gwen snuggled closer. "You don't like them?"

"I don't like their methods. I don't like the way they hurt people. There's a lot I don't like."

"The end justifies the means."

"Does it?" Alex asked. "I'm not so sure. Don't tell me you don't have doubts."

"Now that you mention it..."

"What the fuck!?" Demona asked as she entered the room. She stood and stared at the threesome on the floor.

Gwen laughed. "We buried the hatchet." She rubbed a lock of Lita's hair out of her sleeping face. "The hatchet being Alex's cock in our new bride's pussy."

"Yeah, I can see..." Demona's mouth dropped open. "Wait, bride!? Alex... did you claim her?"

Alex laughed. "You and SlutzNet made her irresistible, what can I say?"

"Shit." Demona wrung her hands.

"Relax," Gwen said. "She's cured."

Demona laughed. "Mentally, yeah."

Gwen stared at her. "What's going on?"

"You're holding my Typhoid Lita."

***

"Goddamn it, Demona!" Alex spat.

"I don't answer to you," Demona said with a wave of her hand.

"No," Gwen said. "But, you might have warned us."

"Well, excuse me for not thinking you planned on bonding yourselves to my test subject!"

"What the fuck is 'Bimbo Flu' anyway?" Alex grumbled.

Lita was still asleep in Gwen's arms.

"An experiment. Terror weapon," Demona said. "Lita here carries a retro-virus spread by her vaginal secretions. If a human female goes down on her, she's infected. Within ten minutes, they'll have "Bimbo Brain' - vastly lowered IQ, super enhanced sex drive, loosened morals. Within two hours, lips and breasts swell - tits will get to at least a G cup, some larger. And, they're also carriers of the retro-virus."

"Can it hurt us?" Alex asked.

"No, only normals. We're immune. And, Lita is only a carrier. She'll act perfectly normal."

"What about men? What does it do to them?" Gwen asked.

"Two phases - first comes Satyr mode. Penis becomes larger, sex drive goes through the roof. They'll fuck anything that moves - and they'll infect anyone they fuck," Demona said. "After a week, they enter phase two: Bimbo mode. They transition to female and become a bimbo - I can stop that from happening with an antiviral I developed, but, without it, they'll transition irreversibly to female."

Gwen rolled her eyes. "A little warning next time before you use our home as a testing ground?"

"Look, I'm sorry, but, in my defense, I really didn't think you two were going to get all domestic with her. I can get her started on anti-virals to stop her from being a carrier."

"Why?" Alex asked.

"Huh?" Demona said.

"Why cure her? I don't care if she turns normals into bimbos... fuck, I don't care if she turns them into werewolves," Alex said as he stroked Lita's hair.

Gwen laughed. "Might be fun."

***

Kim came to as the ball gag was removed from her mouth. She opened her eyes to see her mother smiling at her.

Only, it wasn't her mother at all.

Her mother, Lorraine, had always been beautiful, but the woman who smiled at her was gorgeous. She looked ten years younger.

And, her breasts, emphasized by a skintight purple running suit were more than twice the size they were before.

"Go ahead. Look. You like them don't you?" Lorraine said. Her makeup was perfect, her lips ruby red and glistening.

"Mom? Mom, get me down, please?" Kim whispered.

Lorraine looked down and licked her lips. "I'll bet that big dildo feels good going out of your slutty little pussy, doesn't it?"

"Mom!? Please don't..."

Lorraine reached down and pinched Kim's swollen, sensitive clit.

Kim screamed and Lorraine laughed.

"Don't what? Don't talk to you like you're a whore? You are a whore, Kim." She leaned close and licked Kim's lips. "Don't you remember eating my pussy? Remember how good it tasted. How much you begged me to tongue fuck your little pussy at the same time?"

Kim burst into tears. She wanted to throw up. All the memories of them on the floor in the living room above came flooding back. "They... made me! That woman in white, she made me do things! She made us do things, Mom!"

Lorraine laughed. She reached up and pinched Kim's left nipple with a long, manicured crimson nail, drawing another scream from her daughter. "I'll let you in on a little secret, you muff diving little cunt - it didn't take much to get me to explore our relationship."

Kim sobbed and shook her head.

"Oh, yes, darling. I'm a psychiatrist and you would think I of all people would no better than to suppress my emotions. To deny my needs?" She leaned over and nibbled the side of Kim's neck. "No more of that bullshit. I want you. You belong to me... officially now. The Church has given you to me as a fuck toy."

Kim cried out and threw her head back. "The Church!? What fucking sadistic church would condone this? You're my mother!"

"I'm a woman. A professional woman of use to the Church. You, on the other hand, are just a piece of ass. Your only value is for sex. Sorry, darling, but you're meat to be fucked."

Nurse Karen appeared over Lorraine's shoulder. "I tried to explain things to her. She's a little dim, isn't she?"

"Fuck you!" Kim screamed and she twisted and jerked in the bonds to no avail.

"Her modifications..." Karen began.

"No! Mom! No! Don't let them..."

Lorraine clamped her hand over Kim's mouth. "Silence! When your betters are talking, you keep your whore mouth shut!"

Karen laughed. "As I was saying, her modifications have already begun."

Kim's eyes went wide. What modifications? Oh, God!

Karen continued. "We've given her the slutifier; however, we have left one of her ovaries intact for the... other thing?"

Lorraine smiled and nodded. "Yes, but you'll sterilize her completely afterward? I'm certainly not going to ever be a grandmother. Given what a whore she is, she'll get knocked up by the first hard dick that cums in her."

"Oh, not to worry. We'll freeze the other ovary sometime tomorrow night."

"No, no... Isn't it possible to apply slutifier to the second ovary as well?"

Karen laughed a little. "Are you sure? She'll be a complete whore. She'll fuck anything that moves with that much."

Kim screamed behind Lorraine's hand.

"Good! I want her a total slut. Now, let's talk boobs."

"G cups? I mean it will be a stretch, she's so flat chested."

"No, I'm thinking more along the lines of the one's the Street Whores have - J cups?"

Kim's shook her head and sobbed. Those breasts on her thin body?

Nurse Karen gasped. "Oh, no, Lorraine! The IQ loss from that much Titty Grow will be devastating."

"So? She won't need brains with boobs like that. Let's face it, she was never going to be a brain surgeon. She was either going to be some man's little wifey or a Stripper / Whore. I say go for it. Dumb the little slut down for me, Karen?"

"Mmm," Karen moaned. "She will be hot with tits like that. You're her mistress, and she needs to be whatever you desire." She drew a huge syringe full of Titty Grow into a wide barreled syringe. "Oh, wait! Demona can do this with implants - she wouldn't have to be stupid."

Lorraine grasped her daughter's small tits and squeezed. "No need to bother her. I think she'll be much more interesting as a ditzy blonde."

***

Lita awoke comfortable and warm in Gwen's embrace. Somehow, they had ended up in the basement above where she had been transformed. She looked down at her big, pillowy bosom and marveled.

She had always been a nice handful, but now she was a handful for a giant.

She smiled. Her giant. Alex. She teared up at the thought of him.
Her breasts were now a heavy G cup with no sag. She looked like a fetish model with her cinched in waist and full hips. Her stomach was washboard flat.

Of course, she felt tiny clutched against Gwen's mountainous boobs. She snuggled closer, loving the warmth, the security.

The love.

"Good morning, sweetheart," Gwen whispered and nuzzled her hair.

"Is it morning?" Lita whispered back.

"Not for several more hours. How do you feel?"

"Happy. So very happy." She turned a little so she could look up into Gwen's big eyes. "The voices are gone, and it's not like with my meds. Those made me feel lethargic and dull. The voices are just gone now."

"Good. And the anger?"

"Gone too. I'm not afraid anymore. I'm not having the paranoid thoughts - it all seems so silly now." She heard moaning nearby.

Alex and Demona were helping a woman to stand up from an operating table. She was thick with long black hair and dark skin. Her breasts and ass were plump and round.

She gasped when she realized she was looking at the Fat Guy who had been abducted along with her!

He batted his big blue eyes dully.

"Sit back down," Alex ordered.

He... well, she, did as she was told.

"Spread your legs," Alex said.

She parted her thick thighs revealing a hairless pussy with dark lips and a prominent clit. She was dripping with lube.

"That's amazing," Lita whispered.

Gwen smiled and nodded. "He'll be much happier as a girl. Poor thing was terribly lonely - that's not going to be a problem anymore. She'll see a lot of action. Thick girls are in demand."

Alex took his fingertips and opened the woman's pussy lips. A thick blob of lube slid out of her little hole and onto the floor. "A hymen!?" Alex asked.

Demona shrugged. "Kick in those X chromosomes and let them reform the body? You get a cherry on top... or down below... you know what I mean."

Alex reached down lower and fingered her little pucker. "Nice tight ass."

The woman moaned and began rocking her hips.

"Nice and sensitive, too. She'll definitely like back door and front door action."

Alex pulled his finger out of her ass and held it to her lips. "Suck."

She went down on the digit like a pro, taking his entire thick finger into her mouth.

"She'll make a good cocksucker too."

"They both will," Demona laughed as she rubbed the thick woman's tummy.

"Huh?" Alex asked.

"I'm in a preggo slut mood tonight. She has enough extra body mass to grow her own clone. She'll give birth in a few hours along with our Mother / Daughter team."

"Damn, Demona. Twins?"

"Well, this one won't be as thick. But, you'll definitely think they were sisters."

"What's my name?" The woman asked.

"You don't have one yet," Alex said. "It's okay. We're shipping you down to Havana in a day or so. A whoremaster will claim you and name you then."

Lita whispered to Gwen. "Doesn't he remember his name?"

Gwen shook her head. "She, Alex. Show a little sensitivity. No. Sometimes we blank their memories to make it easier for them to transition... unless we're feeling playful. It's a lot of fun to watch a man suddenly have to deal with hormones."

Lita giggled. For some reason, she was very turned on thinking about tormenting someone. "So, you could blank him?"

"Yes," Gwen said.

"But, you couldn't use your powers on me?" Lita asked.

"No. Sometimes, not often mind you, humans are immune to mind control. Epileptics, people with brain damage - anything making you non typical..."

"Like schizophrenia?"

"Yes. Exactly. But, physical manipulation like SlutzNet performed can have the same affect as my mental powers."

"I wish... I could have felt you inside my head."

Gwen smiled and kissed her. "I do too. But, honey, listen, you must never tell anyone you were immune, okay?"

"Why?"

"The Church is very afraid of immunes. Some of the religious caste, the mother superiors and the bishops, have mind control powers. Nothing like a White Witch, nowhere near as powerful, but powerful enough. And, they can control the transformed to a degree - something I can't do. They're terrified of a resistant population. So, never speak of it, okay?"

"But, I'm okay now. I'm transformed. I'm on their side."

"I know, but the Church is nothing if not sticklers for their own laws. They might demand you be lobotomized."

"Oh... shit."

Gwen smiled. "It's okay. We're not going to say a word, and neither is Demona. You're safe. You will always be safe with us, Lita."

Alex grabbed the shemale's ankles and lifted them onto his shoulders. "If she's going to give birth in a few hours, might as well break this cherry."

Demona laughed as Alex rubbed his thick cock head against the woman's spreading pussy lips. "Hang on, babe, you're about to get the ride of your life."

The woman stiffened on the table.

Alex laughed. "Shh, relax. You don't want this thing in the fucking way."

"Ooo!" She squealed as Alex eased gently forward. A trickle of blood ran down her thighs and Alex pulled out gently.

Demona nudged him out of the way. She spread the woman's pussy open and sprayed Insta-Heal inside. "Nice break, Stud. Now fuck her."

She stepped aside and Alex slid back inside.

The woman threw her head back and moaned as Alex slid six inches deep.

Demona smiled. "Damn, look at her eyes. Welcome to womanhood, doll."

She smiled weakly and then cried out as Alex began a slow, shallow fuck.

Lita's finger trailed down her flat tummy to her hairless pussy. Her thoughts were so foreign! She was in love with Alex and yet totally turned on to watch him fuck another woman!

Gwen's hand slid over her own and took over. "Let me."

Lita laughed and nuzzled her wife.

Gwen gently slid two fingers over Lita's clit and into her pussy. She matched her rhythm to Alex's fucking motions.

"So hot," Lita moaned never taking her eyes off the straining hard muscles of Alex's ass as he stroked in and out.

***

In the barn, Diane awoke to see Regina looking at her. "You're beautiful when you sleep."

Diane sighed. "I drool."

"Don't we all," Regina laughed.

"Is it dawn yet?" Diane was losing track of time inside the orgy room. Wake up and fuck. Snooze. Get milked. Shower. Eat. Fuck. Snooze. Get milked. Shower. Eat. Rinse and repeat. Not that it wasn't relaxing and pleasurable, it was. Especially when she kept waking up to Regina and/or Chas making love to her. She felt renewed, refreshed.

"No, still dark out." She smiled and stroked Diane's cheek. "My vacation is over at dawn."

Diane felt panicked. "What!? No, you're leaving?"

She smiled and nodded. "I know. Timing sucks. But, I have a mini-empire to run. Skullduggery to attend to."

Diane sighed. "What am I going to do when you're gone?"

Regina laughed. "Well, fuck, of course. It's a vacation, isn't it?"

"But, I love you, Regina. I don't want..."

"Of course you want! Don't be silly. This is a new way of living. We don't own each other. Not yet anyway."

"But..."

"What about Chas?"

Diane stopped. Well, she had a point. "Yes, but, we shared him together."

"Darling," Regina whispered as she stroked Diane's hair. "We're going to share many, many people. And, we're going to enjoy lovers separately. But, in the end, we will find our way back to one another."

Diane sighed. "What if I..."

"Fall in love with someone else? Please do! Do you think falling in love is a bad thing? It isn't. It doesn't mean you won't love me. It means you'll love them too. Maybe we'll even love them together."

Diane just stared into her eyes. "What on earth have I gotten myself into?"

She smiled and pulled her close. "Freedom, darling. For some of us. The first freedom humanity has ever known."

Diane cried against her lover's breasts.

***

Alex was pounding away at the woman's pussy. Her pregnant belly was swelling - it was now at least three inches wider than when he had started.

Lita watched in amazement and lust as Gwen brought her off again with her magic fingers.

She had tried to reciprocate but Gwen had simply laughed and whispered, "No. It's your wedding night. This is for you."

So Lita came and watched, came and watched. Alex could literally go for hours.

The woman writhed and moaned on the table as he took her over the edge again and again.

Abruptly, he rolled her onto her side, her ankles firmly in the grip of his left hand.

He pounded into her, her legs held together, maximizing the friction for the whoremaster.

He glanced over his muscled shoulder. "Get her ready," he grunted with a smile.

Lita cried out in surprise as Gwen laughed. Her arms went under Lita's and Gwens legs curled over hers. Using her arms and legs, Gwen held her firmly spread eagled, her pussy raised and exposed.

Lita almost cheered when Alex pulled his cock out of the moaning slut on the table.

He dove between Lita's outstretched legs and thrust, sending his cock straight into Lita's pussy, burying to the hilt in her depths.

"God! Oh, God, yes!" Lita screamed as Alex fucked her like mad and, beneath her, Gwen kissed her neck.

The giant groaned and strained and filled her with cum.

She laughed and kissed him, mumbling incoherently and contentedly as her husband filled her to overflowing.

***

"What you're telling me is: I'm sick?" Lita said. She had fallen back to sleep with Alex and Gwen until sunup. Gwen had given her a black leather miniskirt and matching bustier to wear along with patent leather pumps - the fashion statement in the Kincaid household was slut.

She had smiled to herself at that thought. She was Lita Price-Kincaid, wife to Alex, and Gwen, and Heather, and Rebecca, and soon to Akimi. And, part of her job was to look hot and fuckable.

That had made her feel wonderful and loved and sexy as fuck.

Now, she felt like the world was caving in around her. The doctor had just told her she had a disease.

"You're not sick, Lita," Demona corrected. "You're a carrier for a virus, that's all."

"Did I make Alex sick? What about Gwen?"

"No, baby, they can't get sick - I had to infect you before you were transformed so the virus could take hold. The transformed can't catch human viruses. You're a carrier because I specially altered your system to make you one."

Lita tried to digest the message. "This bimbo flu? It's very contagious?"

"Oh, yeah. Any contact with your vaginal secretions will infect a human. If a guy fucks you or goes down on you, hell even if they finger you, they're infected. Same goes for women. The effects are very quick - women exhibit bimbo behavior in minutes, men become hyper sexual just as fast. They in turn spread the virus. You could pretty much take down an entire city block in an hour. Maybe most of a town in a day."

"Okay... I'll just make love with my husband and wives."

Gwen squeezed her hand. "No, honey, you misunderstand: we want you to spread it."

"Huh?"

"Yeah, sweetie. We have plans for New York - every major city actually," Demona said. "You're part of the battle plan."

Gwen smiled at her. "It's what we do, my love."

"Does it hurt them?" Lita asked.

Demona laughed. "You took a bite out of a guy's dick, but now you want to know if you might hurt somebody?"

Lita turned beet red. "I'm not like that anymore."

"No, you're not," Gwen said. "It doesn't hurt them, does it, Demona?"

"No, not at all. They just become hyper-sexual. Girls grow big boobs and get a little dumb and slutty, guys become even bigger dicks - both literally and figuratively. It's just a guaranteed orgy initiator. Nobody is going to complain, they'll be too busy getting off."

Lita thought about it for a moment. "I guess that's not so bad."

Demona bit her lower lip. "Well, um, there is the problem with guys."

"What problem?"

"Well, the effect on them only lasts for about a week. Without anti-viral treatment, they undergo a... spontaneous sex change. Basically, they turn into fuckable little bimbos. That's a little painful. I mean, you know, body reabsorbing cock and balls and all... and the whole vagina forming thing."

"Oh... fuck," Lita said.

"Hey, you know I'm a confirmed lesbian and I say the fewer swinging dicks in this world the better," Demona said with a grin.

Lita swallowed hard and looked squeamish. "Okay. I'll do it."

Gwen smiled. "Demona and I have setup a little test for you."

***

Kim had passed out during the injections at some point. She was unsure how long she had been out.

Actually, she was unsure of a lot. Everything seemed hazy.

One thing that wasn't hazy was the sight of her mother furiously rubbing her own clit through the thin running suit. She was staring at Kim in unashamed lust.

Karen stood beside her. "God... she is hot."

Kim looked down. Her view was blocked by the enormous breasts. This was the source of her haze and stupor - the twin peaks of tit flesh now a part of her body.

Worse, they were only D cups. Soon they would be J cups.

Would she even be able to think at that point? Would she be little more than an animal?

"Goddamn you, you fucking bimbo whore!" Kim screamed in her mother's face.

Lorraine's eyes flashed with anger.

Kim cowered in her bonds, sure that this monster who had taken over her mother's body was about to slap her.

"You ungrateful little cunt!" Lorraine spat. "After all Nurse Karen and I have done for you? Any strip club in the country would bend over backward to hire your bimbo ass. Not to mention the fact you are going to be a famous pornstar."

"God, Mom, you're insane! Don't you see they've turned you into a monster?"

"Enough! Open your mouth one more time and I'll fist your ass."

Kim's eyes bulged. She had no doubt this monster meant exactly what she said.

Lorraine smiled malevolently. "You know, Karen, I think somebody needs an attitude adjustment. You wouldn't happen to have a stool here, would you?"

Karen smiled and winked. "I think we do."

"What are you going to do?" Kim whined.

"Something you've needed for a long time, you little bitch!"

Warmth spread up from Kim's tortured pussy - the dildo was still sliding in and out of her tired hole.

Turned on?! I'm turned on?! How can this be happening?

But, she was.

Karen returned with a small, round stool.

Together, she and Lorraine unstrapped her from the cross and dragged her off the still thrusting dildo.

She tried to fight, but her arms and legs were too fatigued from hanging on the cross.

Instead, she bit at her mother and twisted in their grip.

Karen just laughed at her.

Her mother sat down on the stool. "Across my knees, please, Karen."

Karen laughed and pushed Kim's naked body onto Lorraine's lap. She was facedown, her ass high in the air.

"No! Stop! Mom, what are you doing!?" Kim whined.

Slap! Lorraine brought her hand down and slapped both cheeks of Kim's ass.

"Ow! No! Don't!" Kim cried.

Lorraine only laughed and spanked her again, harder this time. "Give me a hand here?"

"With pleasure," Karen said as she knelt behind Kim's reddening ass.

After Lorraine's next blow, Karen added a slap of her own.

"Aiggh! No! Please... stop!" Kim writhed and moaned as the women setup a rhythm.

The spanks were harder now, touching not only her ass but her moist pussy as well.

Kim sobbed uncontrollably, all the fight drained from her as her mother dominated and disciplined her.

"Mom, please... don't..."

"Quiet! Every time you open that cocksucking mouth I'll add a hundred more," Lorraine laughed and brought her hand down again.

Slap. The burn. Slap. It hurt. Slap. Her skin was on fire. Slap. Wet. Slap. So wet.

Kim felt dizzy. Her boobs felt so heavy. They jiggled each time Mommy and Karen slapped her.

"Ooo." She spread her legs a little. The next slap hit her wet cunny. Kim arched her back.

"Mommy... please... feel so strange... don't..." Kim moaned. She felt like the world was spinning away beneath her.

"I told you! Each time you talk a hundred more..."

"Mommy, please... don't... stop..." Her voice came out higher than normal.

"What!?"

"Ooo, I'm cumming! Please don't stop, Mommy!" Kim whined and ground her hips. What had she been worried about before? She wasn't sure now.

"What the fuck?" Lorraine whispered.

Something came out of Kim... back there.

"I think she squirted, Lorraine," Karen laughed.

"Fuck! My hand's wet!"

"So is mine," Karen said.

Lorraine stopped spanking. "Did you cum from being spanked?"

"Yes, Mommy, I came hard," Kim mumbled. She felt confused, but she felt sooo good!

"Do you like what I'm doing to you now, honey?" Lorraine asked.

"Ooo, yes! I love spanking!" She turned her head and smiled at her mother.

Lorraine smiled triumphantly. She reached down and squeezed Kim's big right breast. "Looks like that Titty Grow finally took care of that brain of yours."

Kim giggled. "My boobies got real big!"

"Stand up," Lorraine ordered.

Kim stood up slowly. She felt taller and so top heavy! She wobbled on her feet.

Nurse Karen caught her before she could fall.

"Jesus, look at her hair!" Lorraine laughed.

Karen turned her so she could see the mirror. Her formerly light blonde hair was now a deep, trailer park yellow.

Kim giggled. "Pretty!"

***

Drew Lawrence, Bicycle Man, paced back and forth in the small iron cell in the basement. His clothes had been taken, leaving him naked. The constant parade of nudity outside the cage was keeping him semi-erect, but he had decided he no longer gave a damn if anybody was looking.

He had always considered himself well above average at eight inches, but the men here were much better endowed. Even the weird shemale woman they called Mary was at least a half foot longer.

He looked at the poor bastard across the room: the fat guy who had been abducted along with Drew and the others. He was now a buxom woman, and apparently nine months pregnant. She held her immense stomach and moaned from the operating table as the doctor or whatever she was put her feet in gynecological stirrups and examined her.

"Hi," Lita said.

Drew staggered back against the cell wall. No one had spoken to him in hours.

Lita smiled up at him. She was barely five foot two but she had changed remarkably since the van ride. Her eyes, which had been dark and sunken were now big and bright. Her lips were full and red, hair long and brown and lustrous. Her breasts looked huge on her little frame with a cinched in waist and full, round hips.

She was wearing a leather miniskirt and bustier with heels.

She smiled at him.

His cock rose. "Are you okay?" Drew whispered.

She nodded. "I'm great. Much better. We were wrong about them."

"They abducted us," Drew said. Why was he having so much trouble taking his eyes off her perfect breasts? He was fully erect!

Lita smiled and looked at his crotch through the bars of the cage. She licked her lips adding more gloss to her already shining red lips. "I know they took us against our will, but they fixed me, Drew. They made me better in every way."

Drew closed his eyes and tried to look away, but his body had other ideas. He walked toward the bars.

Lita smiled knowingly. "Like my pheromones? They're very powerful - that's what the doctor said. She said I would be irresistable to most men. Is that true, Drew?"

"You're... beautiful." He felt drool forming at the corner of his mouth. A little voice in his head was trying to tell him something was wrong. But, nothing really mattered other than the fact that this absolutely beautiful woman was opening the cell door.

She stepped inside, enticingly close. "Drew? Would you hold me? It's really been frightening for me. I need a man to hold me, Drew."
He practically scooped her up, drawing her leather clad breasts against his chest.

She hooked a leg around his waist.

God, he could feel the heat and wetness of her pussy against his cock.

She winked and slid slowly down his body.

He smiled. She was going to suck him.

At that point, the self-preservation circuits in his brain finally overrode the sex circuits.

"No!" He pulled her to her feet.

She blinked those huge eyes at him. "Why? What's wrong?"

"You... you bit that giant guy..."

Lita giggled. "Oh, of course! You're afraid of me. I understand."

He pulled her closer again.

She put her hands on his shoulders and looked up into his eyes. "I don't bite anymore, Drew. But, that's okay." She pulled him down and he complied, dropping to his knees in front of her. She slowly raised the hem of the miniskirt, exposing her shaved pussy. "Could you go down on me, though? I really like it now. It makes me feel sooo good, Drew."

He leaned forward and kissed her little wet clit and then slid his tongue along her pussy lips, letting the tip curl up into her warm depths.

"Ooo, yeah, just like that, Drew. You're so good! Lick up all my girl cream. It really turns me on when guys do that," she whispered as she rubbed his hair.

Drew was completely lost in giving Lita oral. He didn't notice the doctor standing just outside the cell door taking notes on her tablet. Nor did he notice the blonde in white latex who stood a few feet outside the cell smiling and nodding at Lita.

All that mattered was the tiny sex goddess and her pussy.

"Drew? Can you fuck me? I need you sooo bad," she said.

Drew leaned back and looked up at her.

She turned showing off her heart shaped ass.

Lita leaned forward and grasped the bars of the cage, arching her back and spreading her legs.

Drew stood up and put the head of his cock against her pussy. If he had ever been this hard, he couldn't remember it. "Wait. Condom. Do you want me to..."

"No! Drew! I want you. I want to feel you inside me. Filling me, Drew. I crave it now. Something they did to me... Oh, Drew, I need it sooo bad!" Her back was turned, so he couldn't see her triumphant smile as he pushed deep inside her.

He had to be careful with most girls, but ironically the petite brunette had the longest vaginal canal he had ever been inside. She was tight, incredibly tight, but he was balls deep and still hadn't pushed against her cervix.

"Yeah, Drew, oh fuck me!"

He began to thrust, still afraid he might hit her cervix and cause her pain.

"Harder, Drew. More! I want more!"

He grabbed her waist and pulled her back against him as he fucked her.

Her juices were literally dripping on the cell floor as they moved together.

"Lita... I'm not going to be able to hold back..."

"Cum! Cum inside me!"

He went rigid as he pumped inside her. "Jesus... oh, Jesus!"

Her body seemed to milk him, muscles deep inside her grasping and constricting as she joined him in orgasm.

He held her tight against him as the throbbing subsided.

She was laughing as he slid out of her, his cum pouring out in thick streams on the floor.

He collapsed against the wall behind him.

She turned and pulled her short skirt down, cum still dripping down her thighs. "How was that?"

"Huh? Amazing..."

"I wasn't talking to you, Drew," she giggled.

"You were perfect, darling," Gwen said.

Lita skipped out the cell door and closed it behind her. She threw her arms around Gwen and nuzzled her bosom.

"How was he?" Gwen asked as she stroked the girl's hair.

"Small. And fast. Did I do it, though?" She asked.

Drew blinked and shook his head. Wait. Small?

"Yes, you did," the doctor said. "His body temperature is already elevating."

Lita giggled harder. "It was fun! You were right, Gwen. I really liked doing that to him."

"What are you talking about?" Drew mumbled. His skin felt flushed and, it seemed impossible, but he was getting another erection.

"My name is Dr. Demona," the doctor said. "Lita just infected you with an STD. You must already be feeling the effects?"

Drew blinked. "What!? An STD!? What the fuck?"

"We call it Bimbo Flu. You're now a carrier in remission. That wood you're getting? That's going to be almost constant. You're going through a second puberty. Expect to grow another three inches in the next day or so - not in height... in length."

Drew stared down at his dick. It was rock hard and dripping, and fuck if it didn't look bigger!

"Balls are going to get a bit beefier as well. Now, you're going to want to fuck constantly - don't fight it. Your pheromones are going to draw human women to you like flies, just enjoy the ride. But, you need to practice some abstinence with any woman you give a shit about."

"Why?" He asked, but he was already afraid he knew the answer.

"Any woman you fuck, orally, anally, vaginally? Hell, if you even piss on them, they get the 'flu'. Within a few minutes, their IQ drops, their inhibitions go bye-bye, sex drive goes into overdrive. Within two hours? Playboy tits. Three hours? Bimbo tits... big ones. The kind you have to go to eastern Europe or South America to have installed."

"Oh, my God," Drew grumbled. His balls were on fire and he felt like he might blow his load without even touching his cock.

"The changes are permanent. To tell you the truth, they're cute as buttons. Dumb as rocks, but fun to play with." Demona knelt outside the bars. "Now, you get to walk around with a porn star dick and fuck anything that moves. But..."

"But?!"

"But, you need an injection of anti-viral once per week. You'll be Joe stud as long as you're getting your juice, but if you miss it? That bimbo flu stops being dormant inside you - you get the full bimbo treatment, right down to a cute pink pussy and a cotton candy brain. Understand?"

"For fuck's sake!" Drew groaned. They were insane!

She handed a smartphone through the bars along with a black credit card.

"What're those for?" Drew gave up on propriety. He needed relief. He began jacking off.

"The phone is for taking pictures of your victims - you need to infect seven women per week. Shouldn't be a problem, just stand still long enough and they'll come to you. You take their picture and send it to the number provided. Miss your quota? No shot. Try to go to the police or the government or the newspapers? No shot. Be a good boy and fuck all the girl's senseless... literally... and I'll make sure you get your juice. Got it?"

"This is blackmail!"

"Sure is. If you'd prefer to have Gwen over there mind fuck you, just ask. But, trust me, blackmail will be easier for you. The credit card is for you to live off of. Don't lose it. Pay for everything with it - the Church takes care of its own. Seriously, this is a great deal."

"You've ruined my life!"

Demona shrugged. "I didn't tell you to fuck her. Now, some advice: take the train into Manhattan to troll for sluts. Don't shit where you eat. In other words, no infecting girls in your hometown. Hunt in the city. That way you'll stay clear of five oh. Which, by the way, if you're caught - although for the life of me I don't know what they would charge you with. But, if you're locked up? Game over. Church won't come for you. You just won't get your juice and you'll go bimbo... in jail... won't be pleasant. So, don't get caught."

Drew gasped and shot a huge load on the floor of the cell.

"God, men are disgusting," Demona grumbled. "Anyway. Remember this part: Stallion's Adult Video west of Ithaca on the Interstate. That's where you come for your shots. Got it?"

Drew nodded. "You're a doctor. How can you sleep at night?"

"Me? I sleep like a baby in a room full of hot chicks and a whoremaster with a dick as big as your forearm." She stood up and opened the cell door. "Out you scoot."

He looked at the door in confusion.

Demona rolled her eyes. "You can go. Vamoose. Make like a tree and leave. Get the fuck out."

"How do I get back home!?"

Demona stared at his hands. "Phone. Credit card. Call an Uber, dumbass."

***

Karen sat on the spanking stool and watched as Lorraine and Kim lay on the floor and scissored, rubbing their pussies together.

The younger woman had cum over and over.

Lorraine smiled at her daughter knowingly as she ground against her pussy. "See. I know best, don't I?"

"Oh, yes, Mommy! I love you!"

Lorraine stopped scissoring her and kissed her cunny before standing up. "Karen brought you an outfit."

Kim got gracefully to her feet, her thin legs hoisting her overinflated upper body upright.

Her smile seemed to be painted on. Lorraine and Karen had pulled her trailer trash blonde hair into pigtails. They had completed the look with big steel rings in her nipples.

She looked at the outfit and giggled. "I can't wear that. I'll look silly!"

Lorraine winked at her holding up the little tartan miniskirt and half shirt. "Why what's wrong with it?"

"That skirt is so short it'll show my ass... and where are the panties?"

"Oh, no more panties for you. You're too juicy for panties. And, of course people will see your ass - don't you want boys to fuck you?"

"Of course! Totes! But, I might get arrested."

"Well, cops need to fuck too, honey. Here. Put it on."

She took the skirt and stepped into it, drawing it up her long, supple legs.

Karen was trying hard not to stare. The girl was pure sex.

"How's this?" She danced around on her tiptoes. Her round ass cheeks bounced under the hem.

Lorraine laughed. "Priceless. Here, now the shirt."

The blouse was tiny in comparison to her huge boobs. "Let me guess: no bra? Mother?!"

Lorraine rolled her eyes. "Now, how will they be able to see your pretty nipple rings if you're wearing a thick bra?"

Kim shrugged. "I guess so." The thin fabric barely held her generous upper assets in place, and the steel rings showed through.

Lorraine handed her white stockings, and the girl pulled them up her long legs. They ended just below the hem of the skirt.

"Mmm, I like these," Kim whispered.

"And, finally," Lorraine handed her a pair of white patent leather stiletto heels.

"Yay!" She put them on her feet and danced around the room.

"Wow," Karen whispered. "I think we've created a monster."

"Monster slut," Lorraine whispered back as she watched her daughter dance - a study in bimbo perfection.

"My goodness, what a change!" Mary said. She was leaning against the stairwell doorframe naked.

Kim blushed a little and gave her a shy look. Her eyes lingered on the futa's thick cock that dangled near her knees. "Hi," she breathed.

Mary crossed the room. She took Kim's hand and spun her around on the heels. "I have to say, she's astounding, Lorraine."

"She is a wonderful fuck toy, aren't you, dear?" Lorraine said.

"Thank you, Mommy," Kim giggled.

"Dumb, just the way a bimbo is supposed to be."

"Thank you, Mary," Kim said. She didn't appear to take it as an insult.

Lorraine picked up the bottle of pills Demona had given her. "Kim, honey, I have some medicine for you to take."

She blinked her big eyes. "What is it?"

"It's a special pill to make you ovulate - do you remember what that means?"

Kim appeared to think for a second. Then she smiled. "Yes!"

"Well, you see, Mary here wants to make you pregnant."

Kim's eyes grew wide. "I... that scares me..."

"Now, now. She's already made me pregnant. Can't you see how my tummy has swollen?" Lorraine turned sideways and showed her baby bump.

Kim gasped.

"I'm going to have a baby in a few hours... only, it's actually going to be a clone of me. Fully grown and it's going to have all my memories. A twin."

Kim looked confused. "Why?"

"Because somebody has to go back and live with Daddy and your brothers and sister. Obviously, we can't do that, now can we?"

"No... I wouldn't want to go back."

"That's right, but we need to keep them from suspecting we've moved on to new lives. So our clones will take our place. You see?"

"Umm, I guess. I'm still scared."

Mary smiled and caressed her face. "Don't be. I'll be very gentle when I make love to you. And, the doctor says the baby will be super tiny when you have it. It'll grow outside your body instead. By tomorrow there'll be another you."

Karen walked around behind her and nuzzled her neck. "That's right. I read all about it. It'll be super easy."

"Oh... Okay... I guess."

Lorraine held the pill to Kim's lips.

The girl opened her mouth and let the pill fall on her tongue.

Mary looked at her hungrily.

She swallowed it down.

Mary smiled.

***

"That's right, honey, push!" Demona said as she held the pregnant woman's hand. "Crazy day, huh? You lose your cock and balls and now you're five centimeters dilated."

The woman screamed again and squeezed Demona's hand hard. Her eyes were rolled back in her head.

"How much longer?" Gwen asked.

"How the fuck should I know? This is the first clone I've delivered."

Gwen's eyes grew wide. "What!?"

"Oh, yeah, she's the first. All we did before this was SlutzNet computer simulations - don't worry, everything's going fine."

The woman screamed again.

"Push hard!" Demona yelled.

"Jesus, how much pain is she in? Can't you give her something?" Gwen grumbled.

Demona looked at her with a confused look. "Pain?"

"Oh, my God," Lisa said as she arrived at the basement landing.

"Hey, super vixen, welcome to my OB/GYN unit," Demona laughed.

Lisa stood beside Gwen. "Okay, if I had any reservations about being sterilized, they are gone now. I never want to have that happen to me... ever."

Demona looked from one of them to the other. "What the fuck are you two talking about?"

The woman on the table convulsed and screamed.

Demona dropped down between her thighs. "Yeah, there we go! Six centimeters. Baby, you're a machine."

Gwen took Lisa's hand. "Let's get out of here. Now."

Gwen practically dragged her to the steps.

"You mean you're going to miss the miracle of perverse clone birth?"

'You're goddamned right we are," Gwen said as she ran ahead of Lisa up the stairs.

***

In the sub-basement, Kim was bent over an operating table. She gripped the padded edge, digging her long bimbo nails into the vinyl.

"Goddamn whore! Take it all, you cunt!" Mary screamed.

Kim had taken the little brown pill and, a minute later, she started feeling warm and her tummy tingled.

Then Mary went nuts.

It was totes hot, but a teensy bit scary as the muscular woman had bent Kim over the table and shoved her thick cock deep in Kim's tight pussy. She had bumped Kim's 'kervix'... 'dervix'? She wasn't sure of the word. It hurt like a motherfucker, though!

Mom had saved her, making the big futanari slow down and not fuck her so hard.

Mom was the best!

After Kim had gotten used to having the big dick inside her, it started feeling reeaall good. She started rotating her hips and lunging back to meet the thrusts. That's when Mom had used her fingers and held Kim's pussy lips open so Mary could get nice and deep!

"God, she's so fucking tight!" Mary growled.

"Mmm, hmm," Lorraine laughed. "You're going to fill her little cunt full of futa cum, aren't you, Mary?"

"Fuck yes! I'm going to knock your slut daughter up, you perverted bitch!"

Kim giggled. It was funny to hear them talk dirty. Not only was all the attention totes wonderful, she was really, really happy to be making Mary and Mom happy.

Making people happy was like, her whole reason for living now.

"Feel good, baby?" Lorraine asked as she pulled Kim's little pussy lips even wider.

"Ooo, yes! It's so big and it feels so good! Please make a clone baby in me, Mary?"

"Such a fucking whore," Mary grunted as she pounded Kim even harder.

"Yes, I am. I wanna be a pregnant fucking whore, too!"

Lorraine laughed. "Karen, if I give her another ovulation pill, do you think she might have twins?"

Karen was masturbating on a stool nearby. "Maybe, but her body couldn't support both."

"Fuck, it'd be amazing to have another one," Lorraine grumbled. "Then we could take one with us and the little slut would have a twin to strip with."

"Mmm, I'd totes love that!" Kim giggled.

"God, I need to fucking cum!" Mary cried.

"Go on, Mary, give it to her. Knock the little slut up. I want that tight little belly all swollen," Lorraine said. She leaned down and tongued Kim's asshole as Mary plunged in and out of her wet pussy.

"Aiggh!" Mary screamed. She jerked Kim back against her cock and held her there.

"Oh! Mommy! She's cumming in me. Wow, so much cummy in my cunny."

"Take it all you whore," Lorraine laughed.

***

"That was intense," Gwen said as she walked hand in hand with Lisa into the field behind the farmhouse.

"Just out of curiosity, does Demona ever stop coming up with perverse things to do to humans?"

Gwen laughed. "Not so far. She's very committed to the 'Mad Scientist' image." She abruptly stopped and dragged Lisa down into the long grass.

"Hey!" Lisa giggled. She landed on top of Gwen. The blonde leaned up and kissed her.

Gwen caressed her long black hair. "A few days ago, you were pretty upset. How are you now?"

Lisa laughed. "Not upset. Happy. Excited." She shook her head. "And, fucking evil. I mean dark evil. I want to do things, Gwen. Some of them are..."

"Frightening?"

Lisa nodded. "They don't even seem like people any more."

Gwen nodded and turned a lock of black hair in her fingers. "I know. That's something we have to fight. All the time. Yes, we use them and do unspeakable things to them, but we have to try to hold on to our humanity. Just a little. Try to make sure that what we do, even if it's truly awful, will end in their happiness."

"What doesn't destroy them will make them... weirder?"

Gwen smiled. "More or less. We're goddesses now, Lisa. I want to think that we can still have a human outlook, but I don't think we can. Not really. Call it, absolute power corrupting absolutely if you want. The rules just no longer apply to us - we're completely alien to what we were." She poked Lisa's dangling medallion. "Question is: Can you live with what you are now?"

A slow smile spread across Lisa's lips. "Yeah, I think I can. I love it. I frighten myself, but, God, I love it." She kissed Gwen. "Every bit of it."

Gwen smiled up at her. "Do you love me, Lisa?"

Lisa's eyes grew wide. "I... wow... I didn't even think about that before." She turned her head to the side and gazed into Gwen's eyes. "Yes, Gwen, I love you. I don't even know when..."

"How about Sugar Tits?"

Lisa smiled. "I love Sugar. And, Constance too." She sat up. "Oh, my God. I love Alex and Demona..."

Gwen nodded and smiled. "That's our gift, Lisa. We love them. All the transformed. We love them, unconditionally."

"And, Sister Asmodea... I love her too."

Gwen looked away. "Not too much, Lisa. Don't love her too much."

Lisa gently turned Gwen's face toward hers. "What's wrong?"

"The Church, they aren't like us, Lisa. They love us, yes, but they love themselves more. They believe they are the hand of Morpheus, destined to rule over us. Destined to rule over the entire world. We are their minions, not their equals. And, the humans? They would destroy them if necessary."

Lisa shook her head. "No. Gwen, we're supposed to save the humans, we're not supposed to... kill them? That's not what Morpheus wants! It can't be."

Gwen sat up and held her close. "No, it isn't Lisa. We are his hand, and we are here to save the humans, from themselves... and, if need be? From the Church."

Lisa looked startled. "What are you saying?"
Gwen took her hand. "I want to take you somewhere. Will you trust me?"

Lisa smiled. "I trust you. I will always trust you."

"Lie back."

They lay side by side in the tall grass looking up at the white clouds that passed overhead.

"Close your eyes."

Lisa closed her eyes.

"Now, fly with me."

Lisa drew in a sharp breath.

The darkness of her closed eyes became bright white.

She was standing on a white plane that stretched to infinity. Above her was a pure white sky.

Gwen stood beside her holding her hand. "White Witches cannot use their powers on the transformed. It doesn't work."

Lisa looked around the featureless void.

"But, what no one knows, no one other than the White Witches and a few select others? We can touch each other's minds. We can come together. This is where we meet."

Sugar Tits took her other hand. "Hello, sweetheart."

Lisa smiled. "Sugar!"

The redhead embraced her. "Welcome."

Lisa heard heels tapping on tile.

In front of her, a woman approached, tall and beautiful with hair almost as white as the void that surrounded them.

"Welcome, sister," the tall blonde said.

"Lisa, may I present Mistress Maria Anastasia Marapova?" Gwen said.

"The first of us," Sugar added with a smile

Maria Marapova had an imperious look and exotic eyes that seemed to look right through her.

Maria embraced her and kissed each cheek with bee stung lips. "Sugar, when you said she was beautiful, your words were not adequate."

Lisa smiled. "I... Jesus, I feel silly..."

Maria smiled. "I know. I love you too. It's a gift. Accept it and cherish it."

Lisa nodded and looked around. "What about Constance?"

"Soon," Gwen said.

"I need to talk to her. She has a lot on her plate right now," Sugar said.

"And, soon, Mikaela will join us as well," Gwen added.

Gwen looked around. "Still no Cathy?"

Maria shook her head. "Her situation is... delicate."

"So, this is like our clubhouse?" Lisa laughed.

Maria smiled. "You might say that. I prefer to think of it as our 'round table'."

Sugar shook her head. "Only, there's no table."

"Round table?" Lisa asked.

"As in the 'Knights of the Round Table' from King Arthur," Maria said.

"We're knights?"

"Not only that, dear. We're the resistance."

Lisa swallowed.

Maria touched her face. "The Church is going to save the world." She leaned close. "And, we're going to save the world from the Church."

***

Lorraine and Karen led Kim up to the basement. The leggy blonde had cum dripping down her thighs as they exited the stairs.

Kim looked down at her taut belly. "Mom, am I really pregnant?"

"I certainly hope..."

"Aiggh!" The woman on the operating table screamed as something pushed out of her open vagina.

Kim looked at it in horror.

And, then she passed out in Karen's arms.

***

Gwen and Lisa walked out of the field together.

"It's a lot to digest, I know," Gwen said.

"A little frightening," Lisa said.

Gwen took her hand. "I know. Believe me. Lisa, I won't lie to you: they're dangerous. If they think for a moment we're working against them? They'll kill us. We have no powers to use against them - they have an army at their disposal."

Lisa smiled and shook her head. "Nice pep talk."

Gwen laughed out loud. "We're strong, Lisa. Not strong enough yet, but maybe in a while. They have men and guns. We have mental powers that won't work against them. But, they can hurt us - the bishops and the mother superiors can use their mental powers against us."

Lisa made a fist and pumped her bicep. "We're super strong. We have the whoremasters. Fuck, we have Belynda."

"And, we have other allies as well. But, right now, we have to be careful, Lisa. One false move and it could all fall down on our heads."

Lisa nodded. "I understand. Keep a low profile. Don't trust anybody."

Gwen frowned. "Not even Jason. Not yet..."

"Jason!? Gwen, I love him..."

"I know, honey, but he's too young right now. You both are, but boys take a lot longer to cook. He mustn't know about any of this, not yet."

***

"Don't just stand there, help me!" Demona barked.

Karen ran to her side as Lorraine got Kim back on her feet.

This wasn't birth. It couldn't be.

The form inside the amniotic sack that protruded from the pregnant woman's distended pussy had the face of an adult woman with long flowing black hair. The eyes were too large for the face, but other than that, she was an exact replica of her 'mother'.

She was only one fourth the size.

"We have to pull. She refuses to push. That's my fucking fault," Demona said as she tried to get her hands around the slick, clear amniotic sack. "Jesus, it's like trying to get your hands on a greased pig."

Karen reached down to help.

"Careful! We mustn't tear the sack open - if we do, we end up with a mini version of whatever her name is. She has several hours more of growth to go, but it has to be inside the sack."

Karen nodded. "Yes, Doctor."

Together they got a grip.

"Okay, idiot? You need to fucking push. Otherwise, your twin is going to grow to full size in your cooch."

The woman thrashed and moaned on the table.

"Oh, for fuck's sake. Pull, Karen."

They pulled.

The sack began to slide out of her cunt.

"Shoulders! I got shoulders on this side," Demona announced.

Suddenly, the sack slid out six inches, exposing a diminutive set of breasts above a cinched in waist.

"Yes! Okay, one more pull and we'll have her hips out. All downhill after that. Ready?"

"Yes," Karen said.

"And, pull!"

The woman cried out as the sack slid out in a rush of fluid.

Demona dropped to her knees and cradled the doll woman in the amniotic sack. "Gotcha!"

Karen stepped back. The umbilical cord was long and pink. It throbbed gently and glistened in the light. The woman on the table's pussy closed slowly on the thick cord.

Demona gently laid the amniotic sack on the woman's belly. "Jesus, that was fucking intense." She turned around.

Kim was wobbling on her feet, her mother supporting her. They both looked stunned.

Beside them, Gwen and Lisa stared in horror at the operating table.

"What? Never seen a clone birth before?"

Gwen stared at her. "Demona? A word."

***

"End it! Now!" Gwen growled in the kitchen.

Demona stood with her fists on her hips. "Fuck you."

"I mean it! You are not putting Lorraine and Kim through that... whatever that was!"

Lisa slipped out of the kitchen, leaving Demona and Gwen alone.

"We needed a field trial. I know what I did wrong. I'll fix it..."

"Demona! That woman was in agony!"

"Agony? The fuck are you talking about?" Demona asked.

"I have never heard a woman scream like that in my..."

Demona burst out laughing. "Oh, you ditzy blonde. Have you ever been in a maternity ward? I've seen shit that would scare your tits off."

"There is no need for this! What happened to 'Do no harm?'"

"She wasn't in pain."

"Oh, so she was just wailing because..."

"She was cumming."

Gwen stopped talking and blinked. "What?"

"Jesus, Tits. The old God made women suffer for childbirth, we can do a little better than that for our clones. She wasn't in pain. As soon as they go into labor? I've modified their bodies to start pumping out sex hormones, amp up their drive, light up every pleasure sensor in their body. She was screaming with the hardest orgasm of her life - and it went on for over an hour."

Gwen sat down heavily in a kitchen chair. "Cumming?"

Demona perched on the edge of the table beside her. "Yeah, dummy, cumming like the fourth of fucking July. Fuck, she's still having mini O's right now and she'll continue to until the clone rips out of the bag in a few hours."

Gwen slapped her ass. "You could have said something, you know?"

"Why? I don't answer to you," she said with a smile.

Gwen laid her face in her hands on the table. "I need to go to bed."

"Really? It's sunup and I'm hungry. Those other two sluts won't be ready to pop for a few hours. You like pancakes?"

***

Lisa opened the door to her bedroom and wasn't surprised to see Belynda riding cowgirl on Jason.

Belynda cackled with laughter. "Finally, get that fat ass over here."

"I beg your pardon?"

"Baby got back, honey. You look in a mirror?"

Lisa turned sideways and looked at her latex encased butt in the full length mirror. "Fuck. It is big."

She looked at the smiling couple on the bed. "Is it too big? Should I do something?"

"What? Mami, are you nuts?! We love that ass! Get in fucking bed, puta loca!" Belynda was rising up and down, taking Jason's entire length as he grunted under her. Her amazing caramel colored breasts heaved and shook as they fucked.

God, Belynda and Jason were beautiful!

And, they were hers!

She pulled the latex body suit off and stripped off the stiletto boots before leaping onto the bed.

Jason pulled her tight against him as Belynda slowed so she could lean down and kiss Lisa's long, supple neck under her black hair.

"Mi, amor. Mi vida," she whispered in Lisa's ear.

Heaven. It was heaven.

Belynda rose off Jason's dick and rolled onto her side, pulling Jason on top of Lisa.

He smiled down at her as he slid his length into her tight pussy.

"Finally. We were lonely without you, amor," Belynda whispered as she snuggled against her.

***

A few hours later, Lorraine was pacing back and forth in the basement. Her flat tummy was a memory, now she looked to be seven months pregnant. She was carrying her clone high.

Her back ached a little.

But, mostly she was horny.

Kim kept rubbing her own baby bump that was only an hour or so behind Lorraine's.

It had taken a long time to calm Kim down - the shock of seeing the 'birth' had caused the poor, dumb bimbo to faint.

Demona had helped by coming downstairs and explaining what really happened during a clone birth.

Lorraine looked at the couple on the operating table.

The thick brunette now lay beside a slightly shorter but much skinnier version of herself. The smaller brunette was still cocooned in her clear sack, connected to her 'mother' by the throbbing umbilical.

The 'mother' was moaning and rubbing herself and the sacked clone. Occasionally, she even reached down and grasped the umbilical, fucking herself with it.

The clone was likewise masturbating in her fluid filled world.

Lorraine smiled. She was actually looking forward to what was coming.

Kim still looked a little green around the gills.

Lorraine jumped. The clone inside her kicked.

***

Lisa and Belynda lay cuddled on either side of Jason in the big farmhouse bed.

"I don't want to get out of this bed. Not now. Not ever," Lisa whispered.

Belynda laughed. "Neither do I."

With his eyes closed, Jason smiled up at the ceiling. "Me neither."

"Okay," Lisa said. "It's settled. We'll spend eternity in this bedroom. They can just clean around us."

They all laughed.

"Maybe Gwen will bring us breakfast in bed?" Belynda said.

"And, bedpans?" Jason asked.

Belynda punched his ribs. "Gross! We were being all sexy and you just had to ruin it by being a fucking boy!"

He laughed and hugged them both.

After a moment, he kissed each of them and sat up. "Hey, get up a minute."

"No!" Lisa whined. "We're cozy. Stay in bed!"

Belynda stuck out her lower lip and mumbled something in Spanish.

"Come on. Just for a minute?" Jason said.

He stood up and held out both hands.

They each took one and he helped them up.

The three of them stood naked in the morning sunlight flooding through the window.

Jason licked his lips. "I've been thinking."

"Uh, oh, we're in trouble," Belynda giggled.

"Come on, I'm being serious," Jason laughed.

Lisa put a finger to Belynda's lips. "Shh... he's being serious."

The two girls burst out laughing and hugged each other.

Jason sighed.

And, then he got down on one knee.

They stopped laughing.

"Oh, fuck," Belynda whispered.

"The Church doesn't really have marriages per se. But, I just can't imagine my life without the two of you. Even if it's just between us - will you marry me?"

Lisa laughed a little. She put her hand over her mouth. "Are you serious?"

"Very. I love you. Both of you."

"Oh, Madre Dios..." Belynda stammered.

"Yes," Lisa said. "Yes. I'll marry you." She looked at Belynda. "Both of you."

Belynda was shaking, her eyes as big as saucers.

She burst into tears.

Jason got to his feet and both he and Lisa hugged her tight. "Baby, what's wrong? Did I upset you?"

She shook her head, the tears flowing down her cheeks.

"Was it me?" Lisa asked. "Tell us."

"N... No. I love you..." She cried. "Yes! Yes! I love you! I want to be married!"

"Then why are you crying?" Jason laughed.

"It was just so beautiful," she shook and cried in their arms.

***

Water gushed from the ripped amniotic sack onto the tile floor.

"Karen? You need to get that," Demona ordered as she rolled the newborn clone onto her back.

Karen was ready with a mop and bucket. She pushed the fluid toward the drain with the mop.

Demona stood back and looked at the clone. Her eyes were open. They were crystalline blue and she looked around the room in fascination. The umbilical was still attached to the center of her flat abs.

She was about 5'8" with a lithe figure and high, firm breasts. She had softer facial features than her 'mother' who had passed out before the clone emerged from the sack.

The clone tried to get up.

Demona put her hands on the woman's shoulders. "No, no. Not yet. Just stay where you are."

The clone turned her head to the side.

"You don't have any idea what I'm saying, do you?" Demona said.

The clone tried to rise again.

Lorraine peered over Demona's shoulder. "I thought you said it would have all the memories of the original?"

"No. Gwen has to transfer them from the original."

"I'm here," Gwen said as she reached the bottom of the stairs.

"Good," Demona said as she pushed the clone down again.

The clone blinked and then began squeezing Demona's breasts through her nurse's outfit.

"Handsy, aren't you?" Demona said.

Gwen walked to the other side of the table. "So, all I do is reach into the original's mind and push memories into the clone?"

"In theory."

"Theory? You mean you don't know?" Gwen asked.

"Just try."

Gwen sighed. She put her left hand on the original's forehead. Then she put her other hand on the clone's.

The clone's eyes immediately rolled back in her head.

"Tom. The Fat Guy's name was Tom... well, that won't do," Gwen said with her eyes closed. "Tammy. Now they're Tammy and Tina."

Gwen smiled. "Wow, he masturbated a lot. Okay, here goes."

She leaned her head back.

Demona jumped as both original and clone went rigid. A moment later, they began shaking violently. "Whoa. Shit. Karen? Get me some tongue depressors and surgical tape. They might have seizures."

"No. They won't," Gwen whispered. "Tina's like... a sponge. So empty inside. I started the flow of memories from the original, but now? Just the conduit. Tina is drawing the memories from her without my help."

Gwen burst out laughing. "Can't... Tina couldn't understand how she came to be... so she just made up her own reality. She's Tammy's stepsister. Fuck! She fed that memory back to Tammy. Demona, she's programming Tammy!"

"You okay, Tits?" Demona asked.

"Yeah," Gwen said. "I'm just watching them interact. It's amazing." Gwen went rigid. "No! Stop that! I am not your goddamned mother! For fuck's sake, little bitch is trying to program me."

"Okay, Tits, maybe cut them loose now?"

Gwen pulled her hands away.

Both women's eyes snapped open.

They turned and looked at each other, and then embraced.

They moaned into a kiss, their hands roaming over each other's bodies.

Gwen shook her head. "Lesbian step sisters."

***

This wasn't pregnancy.

Lorraine knew pregnancy. She was intimately familiar.

This was being possessed by a sex demon.

The being inside her was moving, pushing toward the exit.

And, everything the clone pushed against was causing Lorraine to cum. "God, God, God, Oh, God... damn you, Demona! Fuck!"

Demona laughed. "Feels good, huh?" She was adjusting the operating table so that Lorraine was squatting in the stirrups.

"Fuck, yes! But, I'm going to fucking die! It's too much," she said through gritted teeth as she squirted into the pan below the table.

"Mom? Fuck. So good!" Kim said from the next table. Her own clone was making love to her from the inside out as well.

Lorraine reached out and grasped her daughter's hand. "Mmm, yeah. Just enjoy it, honey."

"Lorraine? I need you to focus, okay?" Demona said.

"Trying to... fuck..."

"You have to push. I overdid it with the pleasure centers. Women need the labor pains to help them push - instead, your body wants to just keep cumming."

"You're... telling me!"

"Yeah, but you have to fight that and push," Demona growled.

"Fuck you, bitch! I got a three foot long dick with arms and legs in my cooch. It's doing this shit on purpose! I can't push!"

"Yes, you can! You're fucking high on endorphins. Push, goddamn it!"

Lorraine bore down and pushed.

Fireworks went off in her head and a torrent of obscenity erupted from her lips. "Jesus! Even pushing makes me cum!"

Demona laughed between her thighs. "Yeah, that's good. I can see that head of blonde hair."

"Oh, God... is it pushing on my G-Spot?"

Demona shrugged. "Maybe. The clone's pleasure centers are being dinged as well."

She grabbed Demona's hand. "This is the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me."

Demona stared sideways at her. "Bitch, you are high. Now, push!"

***

With so much going on, some of the farmhouse denizens were left to their own devices.

Mikaela sat shivering, naked on the living room floor.

Karen sat on the edge of the couch beside her. "Honey, we need to do this."

Mikaela kept her arms crossed over her bare breasts. "I have never seen a needle that long in my life."

Hailey sat behind Mikaela on the floor, hugging her. "I know. It's totally scary, Karen."

They were looking at the syringe of Titty Grow in Karen's hand - enough to take Mikaela from a perky C cup to an earth shattering G cup.

The needle was at least six inches long, and Karen meant to push it deep in Mikaela's breast through the nipple.

"I can't," Mikaela whined. "I just can't. I thought I could, but it's so big, Karen."

Hailey snuggled her. "I totes don't like it neither!"

Karen rolled her eyes. "Gwen said Mikaela goes to a G and you go to DD, Hailey."

"What's going on?" Lisa asked as she walked into the room. She was wearing a white latex half shirt and micro miniskirt with her thigh high stiletto boots.

"Wow," Hailey whispered.

Lisa winked at her.

"They're both afraid to take the Titty Grow - Demona's going to fucking kill me if I go back to the lab without bimboing them out," Hailey grumbled.

Lisa knelt down beside Hailey and Mikaela.

Karen caught herself looking at the brunette's slick pussy as the skirt rode up and quickly looked away.

"We aren't shy," Lisa said. "Look at me."

Karen turned and looked at Lisa's open crotch.

"We look. We appreciate. We love. It's who we are - they have an excuse because they haven't been transformed yet. You don't."

Karen swallowed and nodded. One thing she had learned in these few days: the White Witches were in charge. Even new witches like Lisa.

Lisa held out her hand. "Come here."
Karen got off the couch, needle in hand.

Mikaela tried to back away.

"Shh, be still now," Lisa whispered. She pulled Mikaela into her arms and cradled her. "It's going to be okay, Mikki."

Mikaela jumped. "Nobody calls me that... only Mom."

"I like Mikki," Hailey whispered.

Lisa leaned Mikaela back against her, cradling the woman against her breasts. "There's no pain. Not even the amount of pain you felt when you fell in second grade and skinned your knee. No pain at all."

Mikaela gazed up at her in wonder. "You're in my head?"

"Of course. Can't you feel me?"

"A little..."

"How about now?"

Mikaela arched her back. "Ooo, Lisa... what?"

"Shh. No pain. Only pleasure. Constance and Sugar did this for me... but, I'm adding my own little... twist."

Mikaela squealed. "Lisa! Fuck!"

Lisa nodded to Karen.

Mikaela was cumming, her stomach muscles spasming as she squirted on the floor.

She never even flinched as the six inch needle slipped into her nipple.

Mikaela continued to moan with her eyes closed as Karen withdrew the needle and switched to a second syringe for the left breast.

Lisa rubbed Mikaela's abs as the injections continued. "That's right, Mikki. Just keep cumming for me." She kissed Mikaela's cheek. "You're going to be so beautiful for Mistress Maria."

Mikaela smiled as Karen continued to inject her, turning her into a sex goddess with each needle.

Hailey leaned up and whispered in Lisa's ear. "I wanna be next, 'kay?"

Lisa kissed her and smiled.

***

"Where the fuck is my nurse?" Demona grunted as she laid Kim's clone on the unconscious teen's stomach.

The miniature version of Kim wriggled and struggled against the amniotic cocoon.

In her sleep, 'original' Kim reached up and put her hand on the sack over the clone's buttocks. It stopped struggling and instead nuzzled Kim's big bimbo breasts.

Gwen sat down in a chair nearby. "You did okay without her."

"Probably muff diving upstairs with one of those other bimbos. Lucky bitch."

"I need to have a talk with you and Sugar: this isn't Stallion's. We can't handle this much chaos. I need more staff if you want this kind of circus," Gwen said as she spun around in the chair.

"Havana keeps upping the schedule."

"Yes, because you keep coming up with new sexual terror weapons. Two types of futanari? Bimbo flu as an STD? Fucking clones?"

Demona laughed. "What can I say? I get two hours of sleep a night - if I'm lucky. My brain won't stop working on this shit."

Gwen groaned. "This used to be a nice, quiet farmhouse."

"You ever sweep this place?"

"Huh?"

"For bugs?"

Gwen frowned. "I don't know what you're..."

Demona opened her purse and pulled out a small black box. It blinked steadily green as she walked around the room. After a couple of minutes of pacing, she dropped the box back in her purse. "Clean. Sugar's been going off the reservation. But, then, I think you know that."

"I don't know what you mean."

"Look, Tits. She's taking risks, being insubordinate. She's probing at the Church's defenses, trying to figure out how far she can push things before she gets swatted. That means somebody's planning a war. And, I love Sugar, but this kind of intrigue doesn't smell like her or even you... It smells like Maria Anastasia Mara - fucking - pova. And, you need to be real fucking careful because she's just a cunt hair short of being a fucking goddess. She's old and fuck if she doesn't terrify me, because I'm not sure she sees us as anything more than ants. She has an agenda and she probably doesn't care how many of us little people get snuffed carrying it out. What it boils down to: If you're going to fight the Church, you need weapons. Otherwise, you aren't going to survive."

Gwen studied Demona's eyes. "Demona! How could you even suggest..."

"Aww, can it. I got my weight in IQ points over your IQ, Tits. I'm working on a weapon."

Gwen sighed. "What kind of weapon?"

"Something to give you an edge over the rubber penguins. I've got a few ideas. That's why I'm running all these experiments - I need the genetic data from these trials. Plus, for now, our goals are aligned with the Church's: we must fundamentally change the social structure of this world if we want to save it. And, I don't know about you? But, I'd rather do it through venomous Futanaris and Bimbo Flu. Nobody's going to get physically hurt our way. But, if we don't move fast to subdue the humans? The Church is going to do it by force and re-education camps."

Gwen turned away.

"Yeah, and evil as you White Witches can be? You want to transform, not torture and lobotomize."

Gwen turned back to her. "What can I do?"

Demona ran her fingers through Gwen's long blonde hair. "Be patient with my experimenting. There's more of a reason for it than me just being kinky as fuck."

***

Mikaela slept on the living room couch, her body already reforming itself into a new, curvier shape. Her fingers moved in lazy circles around her engorged clit - even in sleep, her skyrocketing libido drove her to masturbate.

Her breasts were two cup sizes larger and firm.

Hailey watched her friend's chest rise and fall with each breath, sweet moans escaping her lips as she played with herself.

Lisa held Hailey tenderly from behind. They sat on the floor waiting for Karen to return with Hailey's injections.

"She's so beautiful," Hailey whispered. Her voice was high and full of wonder.

"Why do you do that?" Lisa asked gently.

"Huh?"

"The act. You aren't a ditz, Hailey. You were given Jason's cum, so you're under our control, but we didn't do anything to you to give you a bimbo brain."

"Oh. I... Well, I'm not all that smart."

"Hailey, honey, stop. I know that isn't true. I'm probing your mind gently, just on the outside. Tell me the truth - don't make me search for the answer," Lisa whispered and kissed the back of her neck.

The cheerleader sighed. "Because, it's what you want. All of you. I want... I want to make you happy."

"Oh, honey. You're afraid we'll reject you, aren't you?"

She sobbed and turned around, burying her face in Lisa's bosom. "I can be good at this, Lisa! I can. Please."

"Sweetie, what are you afraid of? We want you. My God, you actually want us to use you?"

She nodded against Lisa's left breast. "I know it sounds crazy." She raised her head. "I'm a failure. At everything. My brothers and sisters are all professionals: doctors and lawyers. All I have are my looks. I thought when I got on the cheerleading squad at Ithaca that my family would notice. But, they didn't! All I have in the world is Karen and Mikaela. And, now they're important too - they're going away and I'll be alone."

Lisa held her close. "Hailey, you understand we're going to use you? You're going to be a porn star. Men and women are going to fuck you on camera, and the Church is going to use you to further its cause."

Hailey nodded. "And, I'm going to be so good at that, Lisa! I am, I promise! I'm going to be the nastiest whore in porn."

Lisa sighed and then smiled. "Okay, Hailey, okay. Your bimbo act is perfect. You're adorable..."

"I'm a very good actress. You'll see. I can do this, Lisa."

She caressed the girl's long, black hair. "I know." She held Hailey's hands and kissed them. "You will never be alone. If you stop being a porn star? You'll come home to me and Belynda and Jason. We'll take care of you. Forever. You don't have to be afraid, Hailey."

"I'm back," Karen said. "Demona ordered double slutifier."

Hailey looked at the bundle of hypodermics and her eyes grew wide. "Lisa?"

"Yes?"

"I am afraid. I'm very afraid."

"Shh, just lean back."

Hailey threw her head back and moaned as Lisa's powers sent her into orgasm before Karen ever touched her with a needle.

***

Lorraine stood naked on the tile floor. She was looking into her own eyes.

Lorraine 2.0 blinked and smiled as she stared into Lorraine 1.0's eyes.

"It's uncanny," Lorraine said. The woman was a complete duplicate of Lorraine before her modifications: early middle age with slightly drooping breasts and a small tummy.

"Why can't I look like her?" 2.0 asked.

"In a few months, you can," Gwen said. "For now, you need to look and act like the original Lorraine, so that no one suspects she's now Dr. Lorraine Love."

2.0 nodded. "I understand. You fucked our daughter?"

Lorraine took a step back. "I... well..."

"What was it like?"

"Things just... got out of hand..."

"Can I fuck her?" 2.0 asked.

"Umm," Lorraine stammered and looked at Gwen.

"There's no time," Gwen said.

"Can I fuck her clone?"

Gwen smiled. "Of course."

"Good. I want her. Our husband has a very small penis. I don't want him."

Demona walked up with a plastic bag. "Way ahead of you, sister." She handed her the bag. "You'll find different pills inside. They're slow acting versions of drugs we normally inject. The pink pills enhance feminine traits. When you get home, give your husband one pink pill per day until they're gone. Within a week, he'll be incapable of sustaining an erection and he'll start growing breasts. Within a month, he'll be a shemale submissive. Cuckold him, he'll become your obedient sissy slave."

2.0 smiled. "Thank you. We hate him."

Lorraine blinked. "No. We don't hate him. That's not..."

"The truth?" Gwen asked. "Actually, it is. 2.0 has no filter right now - she only tells the truth, even when she shouldn't. Her personality is still forming."

The clone looked at the other bottle. "The blue pills are for our son, William?"

Demona held up her hand. "Hold up. Not until he turns eighteen. After that, one pill a day till they're gone."

"I understand. He will have a large cock afterwards?"

"Yes, thirteen inches. He'll also be exceptionally muscular. The effects will begin after about two weeks."

2.0 turned back to Lorraine. "After I fuck him, I will turn him over to you to be your sex slave."

Lorraine simply nodded.

2.0 turned and looked at the table where Kim was sleeping with her clone lying on top of her still in its sack. It was beginning to press against the membrane - it would break free soon.

"Kim 2.0 will be stupid?"

"Well, I wouldn't say stupid," Lorraine said.

"You turned 1.0 into a moron. I want my Kim to be intelligent."

"Yeah, well, you know as well as I do that she was no rocket scientist to begin with!" Lorraine laughed.

"Can you make her intelligent?" 2.0 asked Gwen.

"Yes, actually..."

"What!?" Lorraine exclaimed. "You never said..."

"Well, I hadn't really thought about it until now..."

"Oh!" Demona laughed. "Good thinking, Tits! Nothing says we have to put Kim's thoughts and memories into Kim 2.0 - we can put Lorraine's in her."

Lorraine's mouth dropped open. "You mean she didn't have to be an idiot?"

"No. I couldn't have 'fixed' the original, but you could have taken the clone with your mind imprinted on it."

Lorraine sighed.

"Cheer up, the bimbo is a great fuck," Demona laughed.

Lorraine rolled her eyes. "Yeah."

"As it is, I'll need to imprint your intellect along with Kim 1.0's memories."

"Why?" Lorraine asked.

"How good an actress are you? You think you could masquerade as your own daughter for the rest of your life?"

***

The twin Kims woke up horny.

The Lorraines and the Kims made a tangled foursome on the floor.

"Not something you see everyday," Demona said as she followed Gwen up the stairs. "Did I sleep last night?"

"Not that I'm aware," Gwen said as she reached the first floor hallway.

"Well, I'm fucking sleeping tonight. For at least three hours."

"Don't wake me," Gwen grumbled.

"Geez, bitchy," Demona laughed and slapped Gwen's ass.

In the living room, Hailey and Mikaela slept on the couch in each other's arms, their bodies perfecting.

Karen was asleep in a recliner, a myriad of syringes in a sharps container beside the chair.

Demona smiled and covered her with an afghan.

Lisa was asleep leaning against the couch.

Gwen started to wake her, but Belynda knelt by the sleeping brunette first and scooped her up in strong arms. "Good night," Belynda whispered as she carried the White Witch up the stairs to their bedroom.

Demona pointed at the stairs. "I want one of those. Always wanted to fuck Wonder Woman."

Gwen laughed.

Demona headed for the stairs. "Goodnight."

"'Night." Gwen sighed and walked to the front door.

Mary was standing on the front porch looking up at the stars. "Clones born?"

"Yes," Gwen said as she stood beside her at the porch rail.

"That was freaky."

"It's been a freaky week."

"Any idea what the Church is going to do with me?" Mary asked.

"How do you feel about the suburbs?"

She shrugged. "I'm fine with it, but I'll stand out like a... well, a dick on a hot chick."

Gwen laughed. "We have a special project going on in the Ithaca suburbs. There's a woman there named Stacie Fuchs, one of our special experiments. We think the two of you should get married."

Mary turned slowly. "Do I have any say in this arranged marriage?"

"Not really. Look, she's a hot, twisted bisexual MILF who's been tasked with corrupting an entire neighborhood. She could use the help."

"Ooo, you had me at 'twisted'," Mary laughed. "When do I leave?"

"Tomorrow morning. Get some sleep," Gwen said as she stepped off the porch.

Gwen crossed to the barn. She stepped into the bright interior and closed the door behind her.

She heard soft moans coming from the office. She opened the door slightly.

The couch within had been pulled out into a bed.

Gwen smiled as she saw Bear fucking Heather doggie style on the bare mattress, his thick cock sliding in and out and his balls slapping against her in a steady rhythm.

She closed the door.

She looked toward the hucow room and sighed.

***

Diane woke up lying on a table. She knew there was something wrong.

Her big tits ached - she had missed a milking.

She tried to reach up and squeeze her engorged breasts, but her hands were strapped down.

She opened her eyes to see a beautiful blonde smiling down at her. "Hello, Miss Krantz."

"Hi... is something wrong?"

The woman had kind eyes. "No. Everything's fine. My name is Gwen."

Diane nodded. "Yes, Regina told me about you."

Gwen frowned a little. "I had hoped she wouldn't."

"N... No... It's okay. I understand what you're doing. I want to join."

Gwen sighed. "Miss Krantz..."

"Call me Diane, please."

"Diane... are you sure?"

"I love her. I've never loved anyone in my entire life. But, I love her. She's all in, and so am I."

Gwen stared at her for a moment. "Okay, Diane." She put her hands on Diane's temples.

It felt wonderful.

Diane began to fall asleep, but she thought she saw Gwen crying just before she drifted off.

***

At dawn, Gwen held Lisa tight in her arms on the front porch.

Lisa was wearing white jean shorts and a white crop top. Around her neck was the latex choker with the Pentagram medallion.

She was trying hard not to cry. "I want to stay," she whispered.

"I want you to stay, darling. I really do. But, we need you at Ithaca College," Gwen said. "Your home is always here. You'll be back soon." She handed a packet of papers to Lisa. "This is your transfer paperwork. You'll setup your classes when you get there."

Lisa smiled and opened the packet. The name at the top read Lisa Chase-Moore.

She looked up at Gwen in shock.

Gwen smiled. "You project your thoughts in your sleep. And, I think marriage is beautiful." She handed a packet to Jason.

"Thanks for everything."

Gwen nodded and smiled. She turned to Belynda and gave her a packet as well.

Belynda looked at it in confusion. "I... Why are you giving..."

"You need paperwork as well. You missed Freshman Orientation, but you'll figure things out."

"N... No... I can't go to college, Gwen. I didn't even..."

"Finish high school? Open it."

Belynda opened her envelope. Her eyes grew wide. "This is to certify Belynda Torres..." She sobbed and continued. "Belynda Torres-Moore has graduated from Guadalupe Hidalgo High School... Is there even such a school?"

"There is now. The Church wants you educated. We have plans. Enjoy college," Gwen said. "Now, you'll be sharing a large house near campus with two other Church agents: Donny and Madison Fuchs. You'll have fun together."

Alex pulled up at the front porch in the Mercedes Lisa, Jason, Belynda, and Mary had arrived in. It felt like a lifetime ago, but in reality it was less than a week.

Alex got out of the car. "Who's driving?"

The three of college students all answered in unison, "Me."

They looked at each other in confusion.

"Do you even have a license?" Lisa asked Jason.

"Of course I have a license."

"I'm driving," Belynda said and she put one hand on the porch rail and vaulted over it.

"Hey!" Lisa called. "Why do you get to drive?"

Belynda tapped her finger against her temple. "Training in advanced defensive driving techniques. I can do a bootlegger turn. I can take down the engine and rebuild it in an afternoon with one wrench and a screwdriver. The magic of SlutzNet's programming. I'm the most qualified driver."

Lisa and Jason looked at each other. "Shotgun!" They yelled in unison.

Jason opened the passenger door for Lisa with a grin.

He looked at the porch. "Mom? You coming?"

She shook her head. "I have a different ride. You three come to dinner Saturday and you can meet my... wife. Man, this is going to be weird."

Jason laughed and climbed in the back of the Mercedes.

Lisa smiled at Gwen as the car rolled quietly down the gravel drive.

Alex put his arm around Gwen's shoulders.

He glanced over and saw Mary crying.

He put his other arm around her and pulled her close as well. "You'll see them again, soon."

Voices came from inside. "Remember, Demona said to give him one pill per day," Lorraine said as she walked out onto the porch with 2.0.

"Yes,1.0, I'm a doctor as well."

The two Kim's walked out hand in hand.

"So, you're like going to go to college and shit?" Bimbo Kim asked.

"Yeah."

"Where are you going to go? Ithaca? We could get an apartment together!"

Smart Kim smiled. "I... actually, I'm thinking about out of state. Maybe California."

Bimbo Kim frowned. "Oh. Yeah. Okay."

Smart Kim smiled. "Hey, but, you know I can't go right away. My high school grades were really... um, lousy."

Bimbo Kim looked at the floor. "On account of those were my grades. Sorry."

"It's okay."

"Mom says I'll be stripping at a club in Ithaca in a few days! You'll come and see me, right?"

Smart Kim stared at her. "Yeah, sure! Absolutely. I wouldn't miss that."

Bimbo Kim bit her lower lip. "Prob'ly not somethin' you would go to, huh?"

Smart Kim smiled. Then she leaned up and kissed Bimbo Kim. "I'll be there. I promise. And, until I go to college, you and I are going to be together a lot."

Bimbo Kim beamed. "Really!? Like besties?"

"Yes. besties," she said and leaned closer. "Besties with benefits."

Bimbo Kim giggled.

"Kim?" Dr. Lorraine Love asked.

Both Kims turned toward her.

"For fuck's sake. My Kim... the du..."

Smart Kim glared at her.

Lorraine rolled her eyes. "The one with big boobs. Come on."

"I'm driving," Mary said.

"Excuse me?" Lorraine said. "You're not going with us!"

"Oh, yes, I am. I'm your next door neighbor," Mary said with a smile. "How do you feel about wife swapping?"

"The last time you fucked me, I had a clone," Lorraine said.

"Didn't they sterilize you last night?"
"No, we didn't," Demona said as she stepped onto the porch. "Tell everybody why, Lorraine."

"I... liked it. I think I might want to do it again."

Mary laughed. "Oh, I'm at your service, you filthy slut."

Lorraine turned up her nose. "Not with you. I'll find another futa."

Alex, Gwen, and Demona watched as Lorraine 1.0 and Mary argued over who was going to drive the Tesla that Alex had parked nearby.

The Kims hugged each other, Smart Kim leaning up to kiss Bimbo Kim's beestung lips.

"They're in love," Gwen whispered.

"Good. The bimbo's mother is a conniving bitch," Demona said.

Lorraine's clone turned and looked at her. "I heard that. Don't insult me, even if you're insulting her. It's still me."

"Yeah? Good. Take that wacko as a cautionary tale. Sooner or later, we deal decisively with cruel people. Don't be one," Demona said.

The clone Lorraine turned toward the Kims. "That's enough. Kim? My Kim? Come here."

Smart Kim flipped her the bird. "Fuck you. The Church might have given my original to the original Lorraine as a sex toy, but I'm not your bitch, Mom."

Clone Lorraine started to protest.

"She's got you there, Lorraine B... 2.0? Fuck, Clone Bitch," Demona laughed.

Gwen rolled her eyes. "Could the original Lorraine and Kim get their bimbo asses in the car? Even I'm confused. Mary's driving."

Lorraine 1.0 grumbled something and got in the passenger side.

Bimbo Kim smiled and waved as she got in the back seat.

Mary looked at Gwen and shrugged. "You know, I'm going to have to stop a half dozen times between here and Ithaca. Either to fuck them or strangle them... maybe both."

***

"So, are there any questions?" Gwen asked in the living room a few minutes later.

Hailey, Mikaela, and Karen sat side by side on the couch. They were back in their cheerleading outfits.

The clone Lorraine and Kim sat on the sofa opposite.

Rebecca stood beside Gwen and Alex.

Bear and Heather stood in the doorway.

"I'm dead, right?" Bear said.

Gwen smiled. "Well, you're missing in our story for the police."

Heather held his hand. "That means you're staying with me."

"Yes, but out of sight. The police may come here in a house to house search. I need Bear to stay in the sub-basement. I'll make sure the police don't realize there is one," Gwen said.

"White Witch mind tricks to the rescue again," Demona said as she walked in with a cup of coffee.

"Exactly," Gwen said.

Rebecca smiled. "The next couple of weeks are going to be a media circus. Everybody is going to want to talk to the abducted cheerleaders and the mother / daughter abductees. When you're asked, you say: 'I'm only going to talk to Rebecca Tanner at WNYC', nobody else."

"The police are a slightly different matter. You have to have your stories straight," Gwen said.

"We have them," Mikaela said. Karen and Hailey nodded beside her.

Rebecca looked at the clones. "You two are the ones I worry about..."

"Excuse me? We'll do just fine," Lorraine said.

"You act... weird," Rebecca said. "Cry some... shit, cry a lot."

Kim burst into tears. "I was so afraid for my Mom! That man, he was horrible!" Then she smiled and winked. "Like that?"

Rebecca nodded. "Perfect."

Everyone looked at Lorraine.

She frowned. "I don't cry."

Demona smiled over her coffee. "Give me a minute, I can make her cry."

"Demona, shush," Gwen said.

Demona winked and took a sip.

Rebecca put her hand on Lorraine's shoulder. "Just try to act normal. You know? Not like a clone of a woman who is now using her daughter as a sex slave?"

Gwen drew in a deep breath. "Showtime."

***

Clinton Travers sat in the ancient recliner in his living room with a beer and the football game. A few days ago, after that hot piece of pussy, Rebecca Tanner, had shown up at his house to investigate the weirdos in the farmhouse next door? Clinton had thought his ship had finally come in.

There would be money and fame from blowing the lid off that little human trafficking operation.

But, then, of course, she and her cameraman hadn't come back. Sometime during the night, Clinton had awoken to find the WNYC News van they had arrived in being driven away toward the farmhouse.

Obviously, he had made the right decision to stay home and let those idiots go on their own. He was nursing a boner imagining what they were doing to that leggy blonde slut.

And, he was happy as fuck it wasn't him getting probed or whatever the fuck it was they did over there.

He was almost asleep when someone knocked on the door.

Clinton wasn't stupid - at least not in his own mind. He picked up the .45 automatic he kept under the recliner. "Who is it?"

"Rebecca Tanner! Mr. Travers, open up, please!"

Clinton folded down the recliner and stood beside the door. "What you want?"

"What do I... You ignorant fuck! I need you to let me in so I can call the cops! You were right, Mr. Travers. There's sick twisted shit going on over there!"

Clinton unlocked the dead bolt and almost fell on his ass as the tall blonde reporter pushed her way inside followed by a middle aged woman and four more girls, three of them wearing cheerleader outfits.

"Phone! Clinton, where's your phone?" Rebecca cried as she began rummaging through trash on his TV tray.

Clinton pulled a flip phone out of the pocket of his greasy jeans.

She snatched it out of his hands.

One of the cheerleaders, a brunette with big, perky tits put her arms around his neck. "Gee, Mister, you saved our lives." She blinked her big eyes and smiled up at him. She looked at his Pussy Hunter baseball cap and giggled. "Cool hat!"

The tall, black cheerleader with watermelons for tits grabbed him and kissed him. "Thank God! A strong man to protect us. Isn't he totally hot, Karen?"

The strawberry blonde cheerleader grimaced. "No, he fucking isn't. I am not touching... that. I mean, seriously? You want fungus? 'Cause that's how you get really bad fungus."

Clinton did a double take. "Huh?"

The brunette eased the gun out of his hand. She turned and handed it to Rebecca. "Here y'go, Becky."

"Thank you, Hailey. And, my name is Rebecca, okay?"

She pouted a little. "Sorry. I like pet names."

Rebecca kissed her cheek. "Adorable." She waved the gun at Clinton. "Sit, fatso."

"What the fuck is..."

Mikaela shoved him backward into the recliner. "She said sit, fucker."

"Why you little..."

Mikaela grabbed his crotch and squeezed. "Now, I don't know what word was getting ready to come out of your redneck mouth, but I have a pretty good idea. Say one fucking word and I'll rip this shit off and make you eat it."

Hailey leaned on Mikaela's shoulder. "She totes means it." She leaned forward and whispered. "She's almost a White Witch... super scary."

Clinton looked at the strong hand grasping his nuts through the fabric.

Rebecca leaned down on Mikaela's other side. "Look into my eyes, Clinton."

He looked into the big blue eyes... they almost seemed to be glowing.

"Aren't they pretty? They move if you look close enough."

Hailey giggled. "Is she hypnotizing him?"

"Shh," Rebecca said. "Clinton, have you ever been to an orgy?"

"N... No." She was right: her eyes did move. Little fluctuations and flashes. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. And, the deeper he looked, the prettier her eyes flashed and shifted.

"Hailey? You want to show us your cocksucking skills?" Rebecca asked.

Hailey giggled. She knelt between Clinton's thighs.

Mikaela let go of his junk and Hailey unzipped his fly.

Hailey looked up at Rebecca and wrinkled her nose. "Somebody needs a bath."

"No time. Sorry, sweetheart."

She shrugged. "Come on out and play, Mr. Happy." She frowned again. "It's awful small."

"Hailey..."

"Okay, okay." She tossed her head to the side, unconsciously moving her hair to the side so that everyone could see her giving her blowjob.

Her little tongue curled around his head.

Clinton murmured. "Fuck... Holy shit..."

Hailey giggled and sucked his three inch cock into her mouth.

Clinton kept looking into Rebecca's beautiful eyes.

"That's right, Clinton. Hailey is going to make you cum. Isn't she wonderful?" Rebecca asked.

"Yeah. She's amazing."

"Mikaela, hand me the beer bottle," Rebecca said.

Mikaela handed it to her and she started to pour it on the floor. She stopped and instead poured it all over her blouse.

When it was empty she tapped it with her fingernail. "Hailey, make him cum in the beer bottle, okay? Don't let him shoot in your mouth. I want it all in the bottle."

Hailey nodded as she coaxed a little extra length out of the mini-schlong with her sucking.

"You're close, Clinton. Feel it coming? You're going to shoot."

"Fuck! Oh, shit..."

Hailey stopped sucking and grabbed the beer bottle.

The little cock jerked and shot a stream of cum into the bottle.

Hailey giggled. "Lot of cum for such a teensy cock."

Clinton grunted and groaned.

He went limp as soon as the last spurt exited his dick.

"Very good, Clinton. Now, Hailey, let's do it again."

***

His last orgasm had been dry without a single drop of semen.

Clinton sat in a daze in the recliner staring straight ahead. Drool leaked out of the corner of his mouth.

"I think we broke him," Hailey giggled.

"He's just in a trance," Rebecca said. She held up the half full beer bottle. "This will have to do." She turned the bottle up and let a few drops of cum fall on her cheek and the beer soaked blouse.

She handed it to Hailey. "A little in your pussy, sweetie."

Hailey shrugged and poured a few drops on her fingertips and then spread her legs - she wasn't wearing panties, none of them were. She spread cum on her clit and pushed a little inside.

Rebecca winked. "Good. Mikaela? On your belly."

"Uggh," Mikaela grumbled. She smeared a little around her navel.

"Karen..."

"Fuck no. I am not letting that shit touch my body!"

"Karen," Hailey said with her hands on her hips. "We're all doing it! You too!"

"God, so gross! I mean I know I can't get an infection anymore, but..."

Rebecca smiled and slung the bottle in her hand, spraying Karen's face and red hair with cum drops.

The nurse stood with her mouth open. "Aiggh! Oh, my God, why?"

Rebecca smirked. "That'll do."

Hailey giggled.

"Gross! It's in my hair."

Rebecca turned to clone Kim and Lorraine. "Ladies? What are your feelings on anal?"

***

Clinton awoke to a nightmare.

"Don't you move! Don't you fucking move!" The cop was screaming at him.

"Wha... What the fuck?"

"You touch that fucking gun, and I'll shoot you dead!" The cop screamed again, his nine millimeter pointed at Clinton's chest.

Clinton looked down.

His .45 was sitting on his lap and his dick was hanging out of his pants beside it.

"He's crazy!" Rebecca Tanner cried. She was cowering on the floor beside the recliner, a steel chain going from her ankle to a ring in the floorboards.

Clinton blinked. "Huh? No... wait... I don't know what the fuck is going on..."

The cop moved fast and kicked him in the nuts, sending the .45 flying.

"Goddamn it, Jim!" Someone yelled from the basement stairs. "You gotta see this! He's got those cheerleaders missing from Ithaca chained downstairs and that mother and daughter who disappeared from the gas station. Goddamn motherfucker raped them."

Clinton was holding his bruised nuts. "No. Wait. That's not..."

The first cop clubbed him with his nine millimeter and the world went black.

***

The blonde on TV was pretty, but her mascara was running. There was a faint bruise on her cheek under her mesmerizing blue eyes. "We can only speculate about what kind of evil would cause a man to do this to so many innocent people. As for this reporter, I can only thank the fast acting law enforcement here in this small rural community who came to our rescue."

The image changed to an evening news desk, the talking head looked concerned. "Rebecca, what have they done with Clinton Travers?"

"Bill, right now, he is being held at the local police station where he is being questioned. My understanding is a team from New York City is on their way to take over the interrogation..."

Gwen nodded. "A message for us." She closed her eyes. "Maria. They have him. You need to move quickly." She opened her eyes.

Beside her, Alex stroked Lita's hair as she sucked him.

On the TV, the talking head continued: "WNYC's own Rebecca Tanner, who, even though she has been the victim of an unspeakable crime, has shown us just what it means to be a reporter. Well done, Rebecca, and we love you."

The camera zoomed in on Rebecca's face. "Thanks, Bill." Her eyes flashed. Was it a bad image in the video? Was there something wrong with the signal? "I love all of you."

Gwen laughed. "That's our girl. She just made everyone watching fall in love with her." She leaned down and joined Lita as she sucked off their husband. "She'll be a news anchor by morning. Then we can really make some changes."

***

Clinton rubbed his face with his wrists cuffed together. "No! Goddamn it! It was her! That goddamned reporter, she hypnotized me."

The detective slammed his fist down on the table in front of him. "Drop that shit, Travers. Nobody wants to hear you go on and on about science fiction! Where are the other cheerleaders? What happened to Bear Bruner?"

"Who?"

"The fucking cameraman, you piece of shit!"

There was a knock on the interrogation room door.

"Hear that? That will be the detectives from the city. You're in it up to your ass, Travers. You know there's a whole task force in Manhattan that's been trying to crack your operation." The detective stood up.

"For the last time, I don't know nothing about no operation! I ain't no kidnapper. It's my neighbors, they did this. Fuck, would you just go out there and talk to those weirdos?"

The detective opened the door and found himself staring directly into a massive pair of breasts trying to break free of a white pants suit jacket. He dragged his eyes up.

The woman looked exotic with almond shaped eyes and platinum blonde hair. "Maria Anastasia Marapova, attorney at law. I'm Mr. Travers' attorney."

"No way, that simpleton doesn't have two nickels to rub together. Your suit costs more than his house. Who are you really?"

"I told you. Maria Anastasia Marapova. You have an erection, it's almost painful. You should go to the restroom and relieve yourself," she whispered.

His slacks tented out in the front and he doubled over. "I... Yeah..."

"Turn off the cameras on your way out, please? I want to be alone with my client."

"Y... Yeah... Okay." He stumbled out of the room.

She watched him go in the room next door. "There. Now. As I said, Mr. Travers, I am your attorney."

"I ain't got no attorney. I couldn't afford one even if I needed one, but I don't need one because I didn't do anything!"

She held up a finger. "Silence. You will do everything I say..."

***

Detective Patricia Kennedy of the NYPD Human Trafficking Task Force sat on the bench outside the interrogation room. There was a prostitute in black latex sitting on the other end of the bench sucking on a lollipop.

A disheveled local detective came out of the restroom.

Patricia stood up. "Detective Harris? I'm Patricia Kennedy from the HTTF." She held out her hand.

Harris shook it. "Sorry, detective. He's lawyered up. It might be awhile. I'll let you in as soon as his lawyer is done." He continued on down the hall.

"Shit. Okay." Patricia sat back down.

"Hi!" The hooker said.

Patricia glanced at her out of the corner of her eye. "Hi."

"I'm Brittney."

Patricia nodded and kept staring straight ahead. "That's nice."

"Wanna lick?"

"Huh?" Patricia looked at the bimbo. She was holding out her slick, pink sucker.

"They're amazing. Imported. I love 'em. Try a lick!"

Patricia looked at her like she had a third eye. "No. Thank you."

Brittney shrugged and popped the sucker back between her overinflated lips. "Suit yerself. But, I'm tellin' ya, they're yummy."

The door to the interrogation room opened and a tall white apparition stepped into the hallway.

Patricia stood up. "You!"

Maria Marapova smiled at her. "Detective Kennedy. Outside your jurisdiction, aren't you?"

"What the hell is a seven figure attorney doing out here with Clinton Travers?"

"Hmm, you know, I don't think I'll answer that. That is confidential between my client and myself." She held out her hand. "Brittney? Let's go home."

Patricia looked from the tall blonde lawyer to the prostitute. "You're with her?"

"Yep!" Brittney said. She hopped to her feet and her big boobs danced in their latex prison. She took Maria's hand and gazed up at her lovingly.

"Brittney is my lover. She's very talented."

Brittney giggled. "Sometimes she calls me Love Bug."

"Would you care to join us, Patricia? Broaden your horizons?"

Patricia shrank back from the bombshell's piercing gaze.

Maria smiled and it was probably the most chilling thing Patricia had ever seen. "In any event, he's all yours. I've been dismissed as his attorney," Maria said as she and her girlfriend walked down the hall in their ridiculous heels.

"Detective?" Harris asked behind her.

She turned and looked. "Yeah."

"You can have him now."

She turned back and looked just as Maria and Brittney went out the doors to the parking lot.

Patricia walked into the interrogation room followed closely by Harris.

"Mr. Travers, I'm Detective Patricia Kennedy..."

"Finally, they send me a nice piece of ass to look at," the grinning redneck said. He was leaning back in the metal chair, a smug smile on his face.

Patricia glared at him. "You say your neighbors framed you?"

Travers laughed out loud. "Naah, I was just fuckin' with that idiot behind you." He leaned forward and stared at Patricia's tits. "I fucked 'em. Those cheerleaders? I taught them little bitches how to suck cock. Their boyfriends are gonna thank me for that... but, my favorites were the mother / daughter team. Fucked those stuck up bitches in the ass till they screamed."

Harris staggered back. "For two hours, all he did was talk about how he was being set up."

Patricia sighed. "The other cheerleaders. What happened to them?"

"Sold them to some gangbangers. I think they shipped 'em south of the border. Probably doing donkey shows in Tijuana. Ever seen one of them?" He laughed, spittle wetting his stubbly beard.

Patricia gritted her teeth. "Bear Bruner?"

Travers leaned back in his chair. "Killed that one. Didn't you find his blood in my basement?"

***

Patricia stumbled out of the interrogation room and Harris closed the door behind them.

"You didn't think he was guilty, did you?"

Patricia shook her head. "He isn't."

"Detective, he knows all the details. We did find blood in the basement. I'll bet anything it's Bruner's."

"Planted."

"There are six eyewitnesses, all of them with his semen on them..."

"Lying. All six."

"What? Why?"

"His lawyer. Marapova? She shows up everytime I get close." Patricia took a step forward and rubbed her chin. "But, she never had anyone with her before. That was weird. What did she say her name was?"

"I don't know. Bonita? Bethany?"

"Brittney," Patricia said. "She said her name was Brittney..." Patricia's eyes grew wide. "Jesus. Jesus Christ!"

"What? You look like you've seen a ghost."

"I think I just did. That bimbo? She was U.S. District Attorney Britt Connors."

"The chick in black latex?"

"Yeah. The chick in black latex."
***

Diane stood up beside the operating table, much as she had a week ago. On that day, she had looked in terror at the massive, milk laden breasts that had miraculously appeared on her chest.

They were gone, replaced with gravity defying DDs that would have made a Playboy model weep with envy. She turned to the left and right looking at herself in the mirror. "Oh, my God."

Heather smiled and ran a finger down the side of her breast. "You like?"

"Oh, definitely. They're unbelievable."

"I gotta say, those look perfect on you, Diane," Heather said with a shake of her head.

"I'll have to second that."

Diane turned to see Gwen standing in the doorway. Her breasts were also gravity defying, but they were twin 'Jupiters' in comparison to her twin 'Earths'. Diane squinted at her for a moment. "Hey, the other night? Did you bring me in here and..."

"We talked. Yes. You said you wanted to join us."

Diane nodded. "I do."

Gwen held out her hand. "Walk with me."

"I... I'm naked."

Gwen laughed. "You haven't worn clothes in a week, but now you're self-conscious?"

Diane turned red. "Well, I guess I am. Yeah."

Gwen shook her head. "Okay. Heather, could you help her get dressed? I'll be waiting out front."

Diane emerged in a pencil skirt, a tight white blouse, and heels a few minutes later.

Gwen took her hand and led her out into the sun.

"Wow. Bright. It's been a while since I saw the sun."

Gwen nodded. "What did you think of our little spa?"

"Amazing. I never dreamed I could be so free, so... sexual."

Gwen looked far away for a moment. "I know - that's what our goal is: to free people from their prisons. Both society's shackles and their own."

"You're a true believer?" Diane asked.

"I am. Oh, I was skeptical before, just like you. But, I can see where this future can lead. It's a beautiful place." Gwen stood with her in the field. "We may have to cross dark territory to get there."

Diane nodded. "I won't hurt people. I'm sorry. I just won't. If that's a problem..."

Gwen sighed. "No. I don't think you will be called on for anything like that. You won't hurt anyone."

"Good."

Gwen caressed Diane's face. "It's easy in this life to forget who we are. To forget what we believe and what we value. But, I need you to know: no matter what happens, Diane Krantz, you will still be you. No matter what dark places you travel through - there is a light. And, you will find it. Or, it will find you. You will not be abandoned. Cling to that."

Diane looked into the woman's eyes for a moment, unsure of what she meant. "Um, okay."

Gwen smiled. "Your car is waiting. Goodbye, Diane."

Diane walked alone toward the parking lot behind the barn. The conversation with Gwen had been strange. There was pain in the woman's eyes and was their a touch of fear in her words?

Diane searched for her keys in her purse. They were gone. She turned back toward the barn.

"Lose something?"

Diane stopped in mid-step. She turned around.

Regina was leaning against a long, black limousine. She was dressed in a skin tight black latex dress with a white latex inverted cross over her big breasts. Her long blonde hair was perfectly styled and pulled back.

She wore dark sunglasses above a million dollar smile.

"Regina?"

"In the flesh... well, rubber. Need a lift?"

A chauffeur got out of the driver's side. She was a knockout redhead with ample curves and huge breasts. Her outfit was skintight gray latex.

She opened the back door for Diane.

"My car..."

"...Is on its way back to the city. One of my people is driving it. That way, you can ride with me."

"Oh, I see." She kissed Regina smelling her gentle perfume and tasting strawberries on her lips.

She climbed into the backseat.

Chas was sitting in the rear facing backseat diagonally across from her.

"Chas?!"

"Hi, sweetheart," he said with a smile and more than a little leer.

Regina slid in beside him facing Diane.

"You are full of surprises. Both of you," Diane said.

"You have no idea," Regina said. She smiled at her as the chauffeur closed the door.

"I spoke to Gwen," Diane said. "She's fine with me joining the 'club'."

"Of course. The whore caste denies me nothing. My caste has privileges."

"Professional caste, right? I thought technically the whore caste was over professional..."

Regina laughed. "Professional caste? Oh, darling, you misunderstood. I am not professional caste."

Diane's brow knitted. "You're not?"

"No. Not at all. I am Regina Medea di Diabolo, a Mother Superior of the Church of Morpheus." She smiled behind the sunglasses.

"I... you never said you were part of the Church... you said..."

"Be still."

Diane's body went rigid. She started to hyperventilate.

Regina took off her sunglasses revealing eyes that were completely black from one corner to corner - twin black orbs that seemed to look right through her. "Wearing contact lenses for a week was absolute murder - but you made it all worth it, Diane."

Diane's eyes grew wide.

"When my father passed, he left Lady Lace cosmetics to my brother." She turned her piercing, strange gaze to her left. "Charles. I always called him Chas."

Chas continued to smile.

"When the Church came to Chas with their plans for the company, I'm afraid he didn't want any part of it. So, when the Church came to me and offered me not only Lady Lace but also my brother as a sex toy? I couldn't say no. Even better, when they gave me religious caste Ambrosia? I didn't turn into one of the nuns as they had planned, it turns out I had the right genetics to become... this. A Mother Superior. With powers that rival the White Witches. Such as the mind control I've placed you under."

"You... don't have to. Regina... I love you," Diane stammered.

"I know you do, that's what makes this so wonderful. I have... well, certain fetishes that require a woman with specific looks and abilities. I crave big titted sluts like you, or rather like you were, and will be again. But, only a handful of human beings have the IQ to be able to communicate after being turned into what I desire. I've only known two: Patsy, whom they won't let me have because they want her scientific accumen... and you."

Tears began to roll down Diane's cheeks. "I love you. Don't you understand? You can have me... you don't have to do anything..."

"What? And have you as an equal? Worse, intellectually my better? Oh, no. My ego is far too great for that. No, you are going to be my toy, my pet, my submissive sex slave. Not only that, we're going to clone you so that you can replace all my servants. You see, I like to surround myself with beautiful things, Diane. And, nothing is more beautiful to me than you. On your knees, my love."

Diane's body slid forward and she knelt between Regina's thighs. "Why can't you understand? I'm in love with you. I wouldn't deny you anything. Please, Regina, my heart is breaking."

Regina laughed. "Silly girl. I don't care if it does. So long as you are my obedient little pussy worshiper. It's really what you want, Diane. You want to be owned. By me. Now, enough tears." She spread her legs and the rubber dress slid up her hips revealing her shaved pussy. "This is your god now, my darling."

"But, I love you. Why? You don't have to be..."

"Cruel? Oh, believe me, this is not cruelty. You will see me when I'm cruel, and you will thank your lucky stars that I'm not being cruel to you."

Diane sobbed. She had fallen into this creature's trap. And, it was too late.

Dark places. That's what Gwen had said. She would go through dark places. "No matter what dark places you travel through - there is a light. And, you will find it. Or, it will find you. You will not be abandoned. Cling to that..."

And, Diane clung to it. She clung to it with all her might as she felt her will slip away.

"Gwen programmed a sweet, submissive personality for you, my love. All that is needed is the key phrase to put the old you to sleep."

A voice whispered in her head. "To sleep, yes... but not gone. We will come for you, Diane. We will never abandon you. Be patient and do not give up. We are his hand."

Regina smiled "Now, Diane, are you ready to be my... Good Girl?"

There was a white light that washed out everything else. Only the voice remained whispering in her mind: We will never abandon you.

"What is your name?" Regina asked. It was the voice of her world, her god, her love, her mistress.

"I am Slut," Diane said.

"Who do you belong to?"

"My mistress, Regina Medea di Diabolo."

"Service me, Slut."

"Yes, Mistress." Diane leaned forward and kissed her goddess's cunt.

***

Back on the porch, Gwen opened her eyes. Diane Krantz was asleep. Slut was beginning her servitude.

Gwen sobbed.

Alex put his arm around her. "I know. I know."

"What are we that we can tolerate creatures such as that? We are cruel sometimes, but they are cruelty in its most evil form. She doesn't love Diane. She just wants her the way she might want a piece of jewelry."

Alex nodded and watched the limo disappear in the trees."It's the game. We have to play it."

"I know. But, Alex?"

"Yes, my love?"

"When this is over? I want you to take Mother Superior Regina Medea di Diabolo and tear her fucking head off."

"Whatever you want." He held her tight.

"Morning," Lita said as she stepped onto the porch.

Alex and Gwen turned.

The little brunette was stark naked carrying a blanket and a bottle of suntan lotion. She stepped down off the porch and headed for the backyard.

Alex and Gwen watched the woman's shapely ass as she made her way through the manicured grass.

Alex drew in a breath. "Is our wife heading to the backyard to sunbathe nude?"

"Yes."

"She does realize there are probably police and FBI searching the woods for Bear's body? And, they have binoculars?"

"I think she does," Gwen said. "It might even be why she's doing it."

"But, does she realize: the transformed don't tan?"

Gwen shook her head. "I don't think we told her that."

"Should we?"

Gwen sighed. "No. I think we should join her. Really give the cops something to look at."

The End

*****

The story continues in Transformations: Curse of the Were-Bimbo
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