A Parent's Love

Luck and I make our way over to the office while I silently have an existential crisis in the car. Am I seriously going to turn into a pervert like Luck? The more I think about it, the harder it is to concentrate, as my dick continues to throb with need. I don't know how much longer I can last like this. Is the only way to resolve this to give in to these desires? No. Surely I can fight this... right?

We arrive at the office and go inside. Luck is just as chipper as always, while I desperately try to hide my erection and suppress the dirty thoughts that crop up as I head to my desk. As I pass by it Carmen's office, I notice she's sitting at her desk getting ready for the day. Man, I never realized it before, but she is kind of hot. Despite her rotten personality, her caramel skin and deep brown eyes are rather alluring. At one point, she knocks a pen off her desk, which she has to get up and bend over to reach, giving me a clear view of her ass, which is much juicier that I thought it would be.

Ah! What am I doing? First Alana and now my boss?! I have to cut it out, or I'll never be able to last the whole day. It doesn't matter if Carmen is a sexy Latina vixen who-

GODDAMMIT! I slap myself in the face in order to regain focus. As I do, I notice Carmen is staring at me through the glass, and her expression is a mix of irritation and confusion. Realizing that I'm probably about five seconds away from a verbal ****, I quickly continue towards my desk, pretending as if I wasn't just blatantly staring at my manager's butt.

As I reach my work station, I notice Luck is already standing there. It seems like she didn't notice the pit stop I made and was able to beat me here because of it. Interestingly, she seems to be concentrating on something on my desk, looking down at it with a contemplative look. A bit of curiosity hits me as I make my way over to her and set my stuff down.

"What are you looking at?" I ask as I slide my belongings under the table.

"Someone left a note on your desk," Luck responds simply.

A little confused, I look over and see that there is, in fact, a handwritten message laying on my desk. It's written in black ink on a sheet of copy paper, the penmanship immaculate. The note reads "Meet me in the storage room as soon as you can. I have a surprise for you!" followed by a drawing of a heart.

"You wouldn't happen to have anything to do with this, would you?" I turn to ask Luck.

"Not this time," Luck answers. "Well, I mean, there's a pretty good chance that something I did resulted in someone else leaving this here, I just didn't directly cause it. Any guesses who it might be?"

"Given that there are only so many possibilities, I might have a decent idea..."

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go!"

Am I really about to blindly follow the instructions of this random note? Something's telling me that's probably not a good idea. I mean, a surprise? Come on. Does this person even know me? That said, not showing up could potentially cause just as many, if not more problems. But the only way to know for sure is to go. It's a real catch-22. Although, if I'm being honest, there is a part of me that's... intrigued. Probably an added effect of my judgement being clouded from this stupid itch I can't seem to get rid of.

After some deliberation, I agree to go with Luck to the storage room, much to my busty partner's jubilation. And I'm now realizing that I just referred to her as "my busty partner," which doesn't bode well for my condition improving anytime soon. Anyway, we make our way to the room, and I pause. Ugh... Why does my life suddenly seem to center this stupid room nowadays? If I never see another filing cabinet again after today, it will be too soon. I reach out and knock on the door before waiting.

"Is that you, Kyle! Come in, come in!" An excited voice calls from the other side.

Yep. I know who that is.

I open the door and poke my head inside to confirm my suspicions, feeling Luck squeeze between me and the door so she can do the same. However, the sight I'm met with wasn't exactly what I was expecting for multiple reasons.

I was pretty confident it was Rae who asked me to come here. She just made the most sense. What I didn't know was that she was going to be in her aged-up form. I thought Luck put her body back to normal. Clearly she did, since Rae didn't look like this yesterday. So does that mean Luck flipped her back again? Why?

The other major thing that catches me off guard is the fact that Rae is not currently wearing any clothes. She's kneeling on top of a small table, proudly showing off her curvier body. And let me tell you, if I was having issues being too horny before, seeing Rae completely naked is causing a panic attack in my pants. My cock twitches wildly as I stare at her beautiful round breasts and her soft thighs, which lead up to a small patch of hair between her legs, begging for me take her pussy right here and now.

"R-Rae... I... uh... you're..." I stutter as my brain starts to malfunction.

"Don't be scared, sweetheart," Rae says in a gentle, encouraging tone. "Mommy just thought you could use a bit of stress relief before another hard day of work. Why don't you come in and let Mommy take care of her baby?"

I suddenly feel this delicate **** pulling on me, as if tugging me towards her. It takes me planting my feet solidly on the ground to stop myself from stepping inside the room, but even then, my legs are shaky, almost like it feels wrong to stand here and do nothing.

"What are you wait for? Your 'Mommy' is waiting for you," Luck adds with a snicker.

"Luck, dear. There's no need to tease. How about you go run along and let us have a little mother/son bonding time?" Rae asks sweetly, her old, bratty personality nowhere in sight. The woman seems to have no issue with Luck seeing her in this position, though whether that's because of the mental block Luck placed in her brain or the natural confidence Rae has when she's like this, I'm not sure.

"Oh, you want a little one-on-one, do you? I can respect that," Luck responds in amusement. "Well then, if you need me, I'll just-"

"Waitwaitwaitwaitwait! Don't go yet!" I interrupt her before she has a chance to leave. I then look back at Rae, trying not to stare at her exposed (and very enticing) body. "Do you think I could have a quick chat with Luck for a second? I promise it won't take long."

"Of course, sweetheart. What ever you need. Just don't keep Mommy waiting, okay?" Rae smiles.

I pull my head out of the room, yanking Luck out as well before I close the door behind us.

"Uh... Luck? What's going on? Why does Rae think she's my mom again?" I question with a bit of a grumble, attempting to keep my volume down.

"So, remember when I told you I had an idea when we were in the bathroom yesterday?" Luck asks.

"Oh no... I don't like where this story is going..."

"I said that you hadn't spent enough time getting to know the two new versions of Rae, which made me realize something: why pick one form to grow a bond with when we can have both? So I fixed it up in a way that will cause her to switch back and forth between Mommy Rae and Little Rae. That way, you can experience the fun offered by both ends of the spectrum. Cool, right?" Luck explains with excitement.

"I'm sorry, did you say 'Mommy Rae and Little Rae?'" I repeat in an unsure tone.

"Well, yeah. We need some way to differentiate them. And as I'm sure you already figured out, her body will also transform back and forth alongside her personality, so you'll always be able to tell at a glance which one you're dealing with!"

She says that as though that's my problem with this concept...

"And how exactly am I supposed to switch her between the two?" I ask. If I'm going to have to deal with this, I'd at least like to know how to use it to my advantage.

"That's the fun part: you can't! She'll automatically transform on her own after a random amount of time passes," Luck says before giving a smug look as she places a hand on her chin and pretends to look deep in thought. "Now, what was that thing you said the other day about me using randomness because I had to and not because I wanted to?"

You've got to be kidding me. Did she seriously not include a trigger on this one just because of a dumb joke I made two days ago?

"You are so unbelievable petty," I tell her bluntly.

"Yep. Oh, and do you want to know the name I came up with for this one?"

"Not particularly."

"I call it 'Parental Control.' Which reminds me, while she's in her Mommy Rae form, she also projects an aura that makes people feel the need to trust her and do what she says. That's why you've had a constant desire to go in there ever since she asked you to. Alright, have fun, bye!" Luck quickly spews out before vanishing.

"Wait, no- Argh! For fuck's sake..." I mumble under my breath.

So that's it, huh? I'm stuck with a coworker who's going to constantly flip-flop between thinking she's my mother and thinking she's my daughter. I'm sure that won't lead to any awkward moments...

And yet, despite everything Luck just told me, I still hear a voice in my head telling me to go back in there. Now that I actually know about it, I can almost sense that aura she mentioned, pulling me to believe that Rae knows best. That I should let my Mommy take care of me...