A Growing Family

I was immediately greeted by an awful stench of unknown nature. I kept myself from gagging as I walked down the stairs leading to the basement, lighting my way with my smartphone. As I entered the room, the dim light revealed several tables and desks covered with lab equipment, weird pipes running along the walls, and a few cages lined up containing several dead rats. No doubt I had found the source of the smell. The place was a mess. The floor was littered with papers, broken glass, and various tools.

I searched through the papers on the floor, looking for something useful. I recognized my father's handwriting, but most of it was too complex for me to understand. I knew someone who would, though.

I texted Dr Green, asking her to join me here as soon as possible and to bring Sam with her.

"On my way, master. ETA: one hour," she replied immediately.

I grinned. I liked her a lot more already now that she was totally submissive. Maybe I'd get bored of it, and then, who knows? I could do whatever I wanted of her, after all.

I turned around, looking for a light switch. I quickly found one and flicked it. After blinking a couple of times, a harsh fluorescent bulb illuminated the whole basement.

As my eyes adjusted to the new brightness, I noticed a row of transparent jars on a shelf near the small window. Most were empty, but a few seemed to contain... slugs.

Yep, no doubt about it! About a dozen slugs were floating in a yellow liquid. The jars were connected to a series of tubes leading to a large machine. Unfortunately, most of the slugs seemed dead. They were completely motionless. They looked like small deflated balloons.

Two of them, however, were glowing slightly and seemed relatively healthy. I tapped on their jars with a finger, and they moved a little.

The jars were covered with two types of labels. On the first living slug, one type read 'Bounded,' and on the other, 'Unconditioned.'

Right next to the window, two empty jars seemed broken, and two traces of slime led from them to the garden. Once again, one had a 'Bounded' label, while the other had an 'Unconditioned' label.

I didn't need to be a genius to know which was Sam's original jar.

"Fuck..." I whispered.

My dad had somehow created mind-controlling slugs, and now one had escaped and found its way into my neighbor's hands.

At least I had an advantage. I had three slugs, even though only two were 'bounded,' which I supposed was linked to Sam's absolute loyalty and that connection we both felt. Emily only had one and was unaware of the others' existence.

I grabbed the 'bounded' jar with the alive slug and unplugged it from the tubes. The creature inside started glowing a lot more, and I felt a link between us, just like the one I had with Sam. Bounded indeed, I thought.

As I was about to place the jar on a table to inspect it, I heard someone ring at the door.

I left the jar there and walked back up. Jenny had already opened the door. Amber Campbell, another neighbor and good friend of my mother was standing on the porch. She smiled and waved as soon as she saw me.

She was the 'witch' of the neighborhood, a woman obsessed with new-wave music, conspiracy theories, and alternative medicine. She wore colorful dresses, long brown boots, and a bandana over her long dark hair.

To me, she was the perfect example of a MILF. A mother of two young children, in the middle of her thirties, with a nice body that she kept in shape. Her legs, especially, were amazing, long and toned. She was full of shit that I was sure of, but she was always cheerful, and her large smile was contagious.

"Hey, Simon!" She said happily. "I stopped by to see if your mother was around. I've brought some ginseng and echinacea for her."

"Our parents are in Europe right now," I said. They'll be back in a couple of weeks."

"Yes, that's what your sister just told me," she nodded with a cute smile. "I guess I'll come back later."

"How are your kids?" Jenny asked.

"Oh, they are very well! Thank you for asking!" Amber replied in her usual bright tone. They can't wait to get back to school!"

Weird kids, weird family.

"Would you like to come in and have a drink?" My step-sister offered her.

"Sure! Why not?" she responded.

Jenny led her into our house through the kitchen, and we sat at the dining table.

"Would you excuse us for a minute?" I asked our neighbor as a plan formed in my head.

I signaled Jenny to follow me outside the kitchen, and she followed with a confused expression.

"Could you go back to your room and not leave it until I ask you to?" I asked her.

"I guess..." she agreed reluctantly, still following her programming.

As I watched her climb the stairs, I quickly returned to the basement and carefully removed the bounded slug from the jar. I carried it inside my hand, covering it with the other. I felt it crawl slowly on my palm.

"Amber? Can I show you something?" I asked her as I went back into the kitchen.

"What is it?"

"Oh, I'm sure you'll find it fascinating," I said as I moved my hands closer to her face and, with one swift motion, placed the slug right next to her ear.

She gasped as the creature found its way inside her head, and she fainted, collapsing on her chair.

I sighed out of relief. This was a bold move. The slug could have been too weak to do anything.

After about thirty seconds, Amber opened her eyes again and groaned.

"What did you..." she mumbled before looking around like seeing the world for the first time. "What is going on, Simon?"

"You are a slug I just put inside Amber's brain," I explained. "You are not Amber; you are inside her."

She looked at her hands and then at me before smiling.

"Wow!" She exclaimed. "This is... So strange! It feels like the time I took ayahuasca. That was quite an experience, too!"

"Sure..." I replied, not really caring about Amber's experiences with ****. "Anyway, I need you to focus."

"Sorry!" She said, straightening herself on her chair. "It's a tad overwhelming."

"What is your purpose?" I asked her.

She frowned and opened her mouth, obviously searching for the answer.

"What do you want me to do?" she finally asked back. "I feel like I need to do what you want, Simon."

I smiled.

"You know Emily Miller, right?"

"Oh yes!" She answered excitedly. "What a sweet girl! I used to babysit her when she was younger. I don't see her that often anymore."

"Alright, so I want you to reprogram Amber so that she suddenly finds herself very interested in whatever Emily is up to. I know you like conspiracies or whatever, so you could get yourself, I mean Amber, obsessed about the fact Emily is up to something weird, and she needs to know what it is."

"Reprogram?" Amber repeated, confused. "You mean I can... Oh... Yes, I can... And they said I was crazy about the government mind controlling us!"

"Can you do what I just said?"

She stared in the void for a moment and then smiled again.

"I think I just did," she confirmed. "But what is that girl up to anyway?"

I laughed. Her sudden interest in Emily was already visible.

"Make it so Amber feels like she should share whatever she discovers with me and only me," I added. "Like she thinks no one better could understand."

"Done!" She said before winking at me. "You said there was a second thing? Or is that it?"

"There is a second thing indeed," I nodded with a wicked grin. "Since you... Amber... is really into natural remedies; how about you make it so she thinks my cum is the best natural remedy out there and that it's a wonderful idea for her to get my cum inside of her as regularly as possible."

"What?!" She exclaimed, clearly outraged before her face returned to a more neutral expression. "Alright..."

"Don't make it weird," I said. "Make it so she thinks having sex with me to get my cum is completely normal. Sex is natural, after all, and there is no reason to be a bigot about it. She gets the cum she wants, and I get sexual relief. It's important for young men like me to get sexual relief."

"Well, sex is natural," she confirmed after a moment of silence. "I see no problem here, Simon. But my husband..."

"About that, just make Amber think it's not really cheating since she's not in love with me. She's just collecting cum and helping me out in the process. If he can't understand, then she can just keep it to herself."

The woman nodded slowly.

"Is that all, Simon?"

"Yes, time for you to leave her brain," I said. "And don't forget to wipe her memories of what just happened before doing so."

The woman fainted again, and the slug exited her hear. I caught it and put it inside an empty Tupperware that I put on the side before making some tea.