An incel turns his moms into straight bimbo maids X

They had always thought of him as their sweet, innocent boy, never suspecting that he harbored such resent and anger towards women and lesbians in particular.

Adopted from a broken home at aged ten, Doris and Edna brought him up in what anyone would deem a happy and loving household. But Jake's mind was a vile cesspit, festering in resentment, seething with anger, and fueling his ever-growing obsession for domination.

His adoptive mothers, Doris and Edna, were oblivious of this seething hatred, despite their countless attempts to love and support him.

They had never given him any reason to feel resentment towards them, yet he found himself increasingly enraged by their very existence.

But something had changed within him, seething beneath the surface like a lurking beast, waiting for the opportunity to strike and reveal the hidden depths of his dark desires. He couldn't stand the sight of them, the way they moved, the way they talked, and the way they touched each other without needing a man.

Their existence alone infuriated him, and he couldn't understand how they could be so happy and content without a man in their lives. Despite the love and care they had given him, he was unable to shake off his feelings of resentment and anger.

Doris and Edna, blissfully unaware of their son's true feelings, carried on with their daily routines, always striving to be there for him, and showering him with love and affection.

Doris and Edna remained oblivious to the storm brewing within their son. They continued to dote on him, to shower him with love and affection.

Each day, they would wake up and prepare his favorite meals, making sure to ask about his day, and sitting with him as he recounted his trials and tribulations of high school life. Jake would always feign interest and gratitude, if only to maintain the facade of being the dutiful son.

Doris and Edna, with each passing day, became more aware of the darkness that had consumed Jake. However, they were in complete denial about the origin of his anger.

They told themselves it was nothing but mere teenage angst, that in time, he would move past it.

Jake's room was filled with an assortment of strange and disturbing artifacts, from his vast collection of misogynistic literature to his extensive wardrobe of bizarre, bondage-style outfits. The walls were adorned with pictures and posters depicting women in various stages of degradation, all of which he reveled in and used to justify his actions.

"Doris," he called, a malignant smile on his face as his mother timidly opened the door to his room.

"What is it, my dear?" she asked, her eyes wide with concern as she took in the chaos that was his room. Jake stood, blocking the doorway, smirking as he observed her confusion.

"I've made a little surprise for us all," he announced, his voice dripping with malice.

She hesitated for a moment before stepping into the room, her eyes that once held so much love now filled with confusion.

Edna followed close behind, her heart racing as she took in the macabre sight before her.

Jake moved aside revealing a disturbing array of strange outfits, elaborate props, and strange chemicals.

"I thought, since you both seem to have this newfound love for men, we could all celebrate in style," Jake proclaimed, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

The two women looked at each other, their faces filled with uncertainty and confusion, utterly unaware of the sinister implications lurking behind Jake's words.

Edna attempted to intervene, her voice trembling as she tried to reason with her son.''Honey you' re scaring us what new love for men, we're lebians '' Jake chuckled, dismissively.

Doris remained silent, her thoughts racing, trying to understand the underlying threats in Jake's voice.

''Well, we've got news for you'', Edna mustered up the courage to say, ''We didn't become lesbians because we didn't have you or any man in our lives.

We love you but, our preference is towards women''

Jake's face contorted with rage, ''You know what I think?'' he hissed, his eyes narrowing as he advanced towards them, ''That you're both lying to yourselves and to me''.

Doris and Edna exchanged worried glances, sensing the unpredictability of his behavior.

Jake continued, ''And I'm sick of it.

Sick of the lies. Sick of being ignored. It's time for some truth and in this household, I am the truth and the light'', he smirked, ''Now, I have taken the liberty of making these little outfits for you both, custom designed especially for tonight's occasion'', he gestured towards the outfits with a flourish.

Doris and Edna stared at the display, their alarm growing as they realized the depravity of Jake's plans.

The outfits before them, a mockery of maid uniforms, were crafted from cheap, artificial materials and adorned with unnecessary frills and lace.

"We will not wear these," Edna said, her voice faint but resolute as she refused to be intimidated by her son's sinister intentions.

Jake laughed derisively, amused by his mothers' feeble attempts at rebelling against him.

"You will wear those outfits, or else," he threatened as he pulled of a strange, sinister-looking contraption from behind his back. "Or else what?" Doris demanded, her voice stronger than before. "Oh, you'll see soon enough," Jake replied cryptically as he revealed the strange device, the unmistakable whirring sound of small motors coming from inside it.

Doris and Edna glanced at each other with growing anxiety, their hearts pounding in fear as they began to understand the gravity of the situation.

Jake's intentions were growing clearer by the second, and his plans seemed to involve a level of manipulation and degradation that they knew they could not allow.

Jake smirked as he sensed their mounting fear, his grip on the mysterious contraption tightening.

"I won't allow you to do this, Jake," Doris said, her voice wavering but determined as she took a defensive stance. "I didn't ask for your permission, Doris," he replied coolly, his voice dripping with malice.

"This is about my needs, not yours. You and Edna will wear those outfits and follow my instructions, or else I will make sure you regret it."

Doris's heart pounded in her chest as she glanced at Edna, both of them knowing that Jake was capable of following through on his threats. They exchanged a look of silent understanding, knowing they were running out of options.

Edna stepped forward, her voice shaking as she spoke, "Jake, we know you're hurting, but this isn't the way to solve your problems.

We love you, and we want to help you. Please put that device away and let's talk this out like grown-ups."

Jake's eyes narrowed at his mother's plea, a sadistic gleam flashing in them.

"I don't need to talk about this with you. I don't need your help or sympathy. All I want is for you to fulfill your roles as my mothers and as my slaves, So bee a god dyke and put on the maid dress" he hissed, his voice dripping with malice.

Doris's eyes widen with horror as she takes in the implication of Jake's words, the disconnect between their twisted reality and the loving family they had once been now painfully apparent.

Edna's heart sank as she realized that their son's resentment towards women, and particularly lesbians, had grown far beyond mere resentment.

With a heavy heart, she began to undress, her hands trembling as she pulled on the makeshift maid dress that Jake had designed for her.

The fabric felt cheap and unnatural against her skin, a stark reminder of the twisted mindset that he had developed over the years. The skirt barely brushed the top of her thighs, exposing far more skin than she was comfortable with.

Doris watched as Edna succumbed to Jake's demands with a growing feeling of dread and sadness. This wasn't the son they had raised, and she couldn't understand how he had come to this point.

The once innocent and sweet boy had become a cruel and twisted individual, filled with hatred and anger towards women.

Doris felt a feeling of helplessness and despair creeping up inside her as she watched Edna lift the frilly apron and tie it around her waist.

Jake's eyes followed Edna, a sinister smile spreading across his face as he noticed the way she fidgeted nervously while she tied the apron.

Turning to face Doris, he ordered her to follow Edna's lead and dress in the equally revealing maid outfit.

Doris hesitated for a moment, struggling to reconcile the loving son she had raised with the twisted individual now standing before her. But the cold hardness in Jake's eyes left her ****, it was either do as he said or suffer the consequences.

She reluctantly stripped off her clothes, her body betraying her by responding to the stimulus of his gaze. Her skin felt as if it was on fire, every nerve ending alight with a mixture of humiliation and longing.

Doris looked down at herself, dressed in the mock-maid outfit, every curve of her body noticeable underneath the flimsy material. The lace and frills that adorned it seemed to mock her, a grotesque caricature of femininity and submission.

Jake watched with a predatorial gleam in his eyes as his mothers submitted to his twisted desires.

Edna looked down at the ground, avoiding her son's gaze, her heart beating rapidly and her face flushed with shame.

She couldn't believe that they were both standing here, in their own home, dressed as perverse caricatures for their son's sick satisfaction.

Jake observed their every move, a sadistic grin spreading across his face as he relished in their discomfort.