Breakfast for dinner, made for a liar

The heavy ladle doles out four thick bowls of porridge. A drizzle of honey on each, a handful of berries on top--A perfect, café-style breakfast... Except that they're at home, and it's dinnertime.

Jason plonks the bowls in front of his hosts, serving a special dinner for everyone but himself. The oats jiggle amidst the thick, jelly-like mixture.

"Thank you so much for your cu... Uh, c-cum... C-coming here," Patricia stammers distractedly, eyes fixed on her bowl. "It's so nice of you to cook for us like this."

"You're welcome," Jason replies, surprisingly polite. With dinner laid out, he seats himself at the head of the table and gestures proudly. "Dig in, everyone! I'll serve myself in a minute. I want to show you guys something before I eat." With that he reaches down into his bag, pulls out a laptop, and opens it on the table. A window is already open... A video, waiting to be played.

"Hi, guys!" A shot of Brook's bedroom fills the screen, including her open door which leads into the upstairs hall. "Welcome to my, like, first-ever livestream! I'm so excited I could burst! Oooh!"

William looks at the video with mild surprise. "You're a streamer now, dear? That's nice..."

Surprisingly, the man doesn't comment as his daughter pulls a jug full of thick white semen into view. She winks at the camera before chugging down a few mouthfuls to "make sure she stays on point."

Todd raises an eyebrow, conflicted. He welcomes the distraction from the odd-smelling oats in front of him, and is pleasantly surprised to see Jason supporting someone else for once... Even if Brook looks a little different, and is acting strangely...

Then the video jumps as Jason begins skipping forward, thirty seconds at a time. "See, while you were out, Brook asked me to watch her stream and give her some feedback. We were even gonna film a kinda self-reaction video! But halfway through, I noticed this."

Brook is now a few hours into her stream, and her jizz jug has gotten much lower. Her chin is dripping with Jason's seed, and her top is soaked through. As Jason plays the video, she's partway through an in-depth comparison of her boyfriend's dick and her "producer's."

Increasingly uncomfortable with hearing his sister talk about "grapefruit-sized cum-tanks," Todd gets up to search the kitchen for something else to eat... But then he sees himself in the video.

In the background, through Brook's open door, Todd walks past. Towards the upstairs bathroom.

For a few moments, the only sound on the screen is Brook beginning a cum-chugging challenge. But then a toilet flush cuts through the audio like nails on a chalkboard... Followed by Todd dashing back across the doorframe, in the other direction.

Jason jabs at the screen, pausing it. "There! What's that in your hands, Todd?"

"I--What--I don't know what you're t-talking about! Th-the video is, uh... It's way too fuzzy, so..."

Jason growls and clicks his tongue. With a few clicks, he zooms in on the doorframe and replays the clip. There, in Todd's hands, is Jason's missing pill bottle.

"I... I mean... It's possible I could've taken them. I was up really late last night, didn't get much sleep... So, this morning I was really groggy, feeling really bad..."

"So, like, you went looking for something to take?"

"...Yeah."

"In my bag?"

"Maybe...?"

"So why'd you take the whole bottle?"

"Uh, l-like I said, I don't know. I must've been half-asleep at the time. It's all a blur to me... S-sorry..."

"Well, where is it now?"

"I don't know!"

Jason's scowl is boundless and unending. The fury of a young man **** to endure headache-inducing boners all day is a **** to be reckoned with, or avoided at all costs--And Todd isn't prepared to reckon or to run. "Jason, look, I bought you more. What's the big deal?"

"The big deal is the migraine I had to endure from my blood pressure going nuts! Do you have any idea how many times I had to cum, just to take my mind off the pain?"

Todd has a flashback to the photos Jason sent to him earlier that day at the bank... His sister comatose in background, jizz draining from her holes, absolutely drenched in semen. If Jason got even MORE intense after sending those pictures...

"Well... I'm really, really sorry. I didn't know. I had no idea it'd do that to you."

Jason's eyes twitch each time Todd professes his ignorance. Then, suddenly, the shape of a thought flashes behind Jason's glowering gaze. He leans back, relaxes, and speaks as softly, as a spider to a fly: "If you needed painkillers so bad, you could've just asked me, dude... But hey, no biggie." He nudges Todd's bowl. "You don't sound like you're doing too well. Have some dinner. It'll make you feel a lot better. Then I'll know you won't pull something like that again."

Todd eyes his bowl, but does not move.

"What's wrong, son? Aren't you hungry?" asks William, raising another spoonful to his wet, white lips.

"It's super yummy," Brook adds. She and Patricia are devouring their portions as fast as their hands can move.

"Go on," says Jason. "It's all organic... And the milk is freshly squeezed." Hearing this, Brook and her mother moan mid-swallow.

"Huh, didn't know there were cows around here," William says happily, before another huge, pheromone-laden bite wipes the suspicious thought from his mind. "...Mmm..."

Todd wrinkles his nose. "N-no, thanks... You can have it, Jason."

Jason looks at him with a saccharine smile. "I want to thank my hosts for inviting me into their home. I insist."

Off to the side, Brook and Patricia have finished their meals. Rather than pay attention to the conversation, they're more interested in what's going on in Jason's lap.

The boy's cock is slowly rising, coming back to life after its thorough pre-dinner draining. As he leans back casually, the tip begins to poke up over the edge of the table... Twitching, swelling... And then a little spurt of off-white pre-cum leaks out onto the tabletop, drawing a coo of delight from both women.

After a few seconds of staring at the oozing tip, mother and daughter glance at one another. Brook smiles, while Patricia averts her gaze in embarassment... But when the young lady ducks beneath the dinner table, the MILF soon follows.

The other Greenes don't seem to notice: William is chewing with his eyes closed, while Todd has bigger things to worry about than his mom and sister slutting it up. "B-But if I have the last bowl, then you won't have any left for yourself..."

"I can use store-bought," says Jason.

"I'll have that. You have the special milk. You deserve it." Todd's smile rings out with the sincerity of a sledgehammer shattering glass.

Jason's own grin fractures, but soon reforms. "I don't get high on my own supply, dude." Then his body lurches forward, predatory and foreboding. "I insist."

Todd keeps his feet planted firmly on the ground, knuckles clutching the edge of his seat. It's... It's his CUM. I know it's his cum. I have to remember that... Can't give up, give in, or I'll end up like... He gulps, shaking his head slowly.

With a deep sigh, Jason clamps his palms over his knees and pushes himself up. This takes longer than it should, because Patricia's mouth is glued to the end of his dick with her cheeks hollowed out. Brook's face darts up and she plants her lips on his balls, trying to suck him back down into his chair.

With a twinge of regret and a twinge of his dick, Jason pulls himself away. The women are crestfallen, but quickly realize that Todd's bowl has been abandoned, and yank that off the table. Within seconds, they've got the bowl on the floor and are lapping at the discarded meal.

"Alright, Todd," says Jason. "If it's that important to you, I'll make you one with regular milk too... Two servings, comin' up!"

The clatter of pots and pans fills the open-plan kitchen-cum-dining-room once more. Todd's eyes follow Jason's hands on their way to the fridge. He retrieves a carton of milk... Real milk... Which is soon poured into one large bowl, along with some instant oats. Jason whacks the mixture into the microwave and eyeballs the timer. With a single ding, the porridge is ready, and he separates it into two smaller serving bowls.

With his back to Todd, Jason picks up a few canisters, adds some seasoning to each bowl, and stirs it in. As he brings the porridge to the table, the two women underneath it pant in anticipation. Jason carefully gives the bowl in his left hand to Todd, and sits down with the bowl in his right. The moment his butt hits the chair, Patricia and her daughter launch themselves at his lap. Their meal resumes as Jason's begins.

Todd speaks through clenched teeth. "I think mine might be too hot," he says, though he hasn't even touched it.

"You think? Let me check." Jason leans forward and dips a spoon into Todd's bowl. He stirs it round, revealing the consistency and texture that Todd has come to expect from an average bowl of porridge. Jason lifts the spoon up and takes a sip. "Tastes good to me. Real good."

For the first time in a while now, Todd relaxes. Huh. He took a bite, so it's not... He edges gingerly towards his bowl, and scoops a skerrick into his mouth. It's... Tasty. Not out of this world, but, you know... It's nice oatmeal... Jason digs into his own, and soon the two are chowing down. Conversation around the table slowly returns to normal--As normal as it can be, with Brook and Patricia swallowing cock between words. Halfway through the meal there's a series of sickening ****, slurping, and gushing noises... After that, the women's voices get twice as cheerful and half as intelligible.

Several minutes later, Jason leans back with a full belly and empty-ish balls. Todd leans back with just the belly, but almost the same amount of satisfaction.

"How was it?" asks Jason.

"I liked the cinnamon swirl," says Todd.

"Thought you might." Their eyes meet in the middle, but their minds do not. Jason continues: "I wasn't sure how your oatmeal would taste with a whole bottle of StretchOut dissolved in there."

Patricia and Brook gasp, but it's unclear if it's out of surprise, or just to breathe in enough air to let them get back to slurping at Jason's cock.

"After I saw what you'd done... It really hurt, you know? It hurt my head, and it hurt my heart. So I went on a little trip of my own to the **** store. I couldn't wait for you to bring back replacement meds... And I stocked up on some of my favorite sexual enhancement **** while I was there, too. Didn't plan on using any on you, but the way you just kept lying and lying, even after I showed you the evidence... You brought this on yourself, man."

The moment Jason reveals his trap, his cock changes gears. His balls pulse with enthusiasm, as if his self-satisfaction is being channelled directly into his dick. Brook and Patricia work together, desperately trying to catch the small but constant jets in their mouths.

"...StretchOut? That's..." Todd's face is pale and uncomprehending. "That's what hyper-fetish pornstars take, right? And modded-up hookers? I... I heard you're only supposed to take one at a time! Two max! My friend told me about--"

"Hey, it's only fair. You took a bottle from me, so I'm giving a bottle to you."

"What? That doesn't... I didn't... Oh my God..."

"And anyway, what could possibly go wrong? I took more than ten times the recommended dose of Spermizan Omega before leaving the OZ. And look at me--I'm fine!"

The jigsaw pieces in Todd's mind click together, faster than he can see the image that they form. Jason's **** were already inside him. There was no stash to steal.

Todd looks over his body, patting himself down, gasping... Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit--

"I've heard rumours that overdosing on StretchOut can make someone softer than silicone. As squishy as a Fleshlight, with holes to match." Even through Brook's suckling mouth, Todd is able to hear the spurt that comes from Jason's cock when he says that. "I had less than a teaspoon. You ate the whole bowl. With the amount you just ingested, I think we'll be setting a new record." Jason cradles his head in his hands, dreamy-eyed. "I can't wait to see what it does to you..."