Chapter 4: Something Wicked This Way Comes

Of the foul happenstances of that day you remember little , only that Karl ignited an onslaught of emotion , that in your illness driven inebriation and rapidly quickening delirium, you felt too exhausted to act upon and had retired to your bedroom , where you slumbered. Briefly recalling your mother coming into check on you , and her fat , heavenly , soft , round supple marshmallow tits dragging slightly across your face as she checked your temperature, distending against the contour of your nose. Aside from that , most of your rest , was slighted , plagued by the image of the ring Karl had worn hours prior. You know naught why that image was the only, to remain in your mind , it's perfect symmetrically round craftsmanship , the pristine gold of which it was equipped and the beckoning fires and etchings which it burned with, all haunted your , admittedly troubled sleep. You couldn't place a mark on it , but despite it's beauty and richness , the ring instilled in you and ominous sense of foreboding , that something wicked was coming in the near future. Normally you chalked such things up to the slight agent of paranoia you had inherited from your mother. But fate unfortunately for you was not a kind mistress.

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You awoke in the middle of the night to find that it dark , stormy , the atmosphere heavy and somber , thanks to the constant down pour that the inclement weather brought. It was well past supper certainly and around this time much of the household had returned to their rooms for slumber or its preparatory rituals. Still feeling slightly unwell , you had decided it would be best to continue to rest your head, well that was the plan , until you found yourself feeling peckish and made your way downstairs to the kitchen to make yourself a snack. Rounding the corner you caught a glimpse of the kitchen light still on , and remembered that often your mother took a small snack with her before she preceded to bed , that usually replaced both supper and dinner times. Consisting mainly of whole fruits blended together , with an additive of some Greek yogurt and several spices that aided digestion and weight loss. You chuckled a bit in your mind and remembered what a health conscious fitness nerd , your mother could be , it seemed to be the only time she could relax in life and focused on something other than her career or you.

Turning the corner , half expecting your mother , you were surprised to see Karl instead , his portly , obese , all too sickly frame and complexion creating , the outline of a goblin or more like, as the decadent , pristine white rays of the moonlight , outlined his rather twisted shadow. He stood back faced to you , his rotund shape hiding his doings , as you noticed he tossed , what seemed to be a cup in the sink now directly beside him.

" Hey what's going on here ? " You grumbled groggily, just audible enough for Karl to hear.

He spun around to meet you , wide eyed and startled, a disappointed scowl forming on his visage as he recognized it was you.

" Nothing , just getting a glass of water." He retorted out , rather hurriedly , quickly pushing past you and darting upstairs.

You kept your eyes narrowed on him until he disappeared around the corner into you second floor hallway. The little brat was up to something , you just knew it . You made a mental note to watch his activities closely tonight. Facing forward now you noticed that what lied hidden just behind the boy was a blender , a blender whose contents still lied undisturbed or unused. It was thick , viscous and rather murky and white in it's coloration , which you posited was likely due to the effects of the Greek yogurt, as some drained from the top of the open blender down into where most of the concoction lay. You figured your mom had yet to finish her midnight snack and was probably in the midst of doing so now. You thank the creator Karl had already retired to his room , you were still too weary to watch a confrontation unfold at night between the two again. At the same time you did , a noise in the kitchen brought your attention to it , it was your mom and just like every time you saw her , boy was she a tantalizing site , even more egregiously tonight.

Her long , voluminous, silky raven black hair flowed down to her collar bone, highlighting her sultry , strong , sharp face giving her an almost primal , alluring sensual look. It was almost as if she were ten years younger. Adorned unto her body was a devilishly small , near translucent pink nightie , that did little to protect even a modicum of her modesty , covering only half her groin, with its last line of defense being a small lacey pink panty , who was stretched to its last fiber , against the wide berth of her bovine hips and the huge contents of her fat , full , firm backside , her salacious curves vicious competition for the limited space of her tight member no doubt contributing to the diminutive size of the dress.

The thin straps the held the dress over her body , clung desperately against the humongous weight of her fat , watermelon sized tits , digging in and distorting the flesh on her shoulders as they did. The top half of her dress resembled an overstuffed plastic bag as your mom's gigantic melons plunged the open top fabric dangerously low , to the point where they looked like they'd recoil free and come crashing down on her chest with a hefty meaty smack. Huge swells of , supple , white quivering fat spewed out of every available hole , off to the sides and over the dress invading the space of her arms , up and over the strained neck line of the near snapping nightie , pulling the exhausted straps even deeper into her flesh with their gargantuan weight. Just like with the towel before they lewdly highlighted each globes tender round watermelon sized tear drop shape , and did naught to protect their reticence , as evidenced by the cool air causing her thick , long nipples tenting the fabric even further, obscenely outlining their shape through the thin dress. If it were any thinner , you'd practically be able to see her bare.

With limited space in question the pink nightie clung tightly to her slender waist and tight stomach , outlining her small navel , before flaring out dramatically and nearly riding up at the behest of her broad, thick set baby bank hips , who tented the fabric horizontally. Here the dress was its thinnest you could clearly see her lacey pink panties she wore beneath the nightie as it buckled at the seams near her hips and latched greedily unto your mom's tender mound , giving her a noticeable indecent camel toe. However the indecency was only just beginning , rounding around to her round rear, the back half of her groaning undergarments , were completely enveloped between the sea of fat , of her , round , plump, firm , full basketball sized ass cheeks, who lurched many inches outwards , before their obscene weight caused them to droop immodestly unto to her bare plush thighs. They were so expansive that they ballooned against the fabric causing half of their contents to spew out through the bottom , leaving half of her fat ass in full view for everyone to see. Each slow , step she took , causing them to wobble and quiver with fat vigorously , enchanting , no begging any onlooker to drink it all in. You thank the good one above , the boys from school never stayed late enough to see such a site , you'd never hear the end of it and had a sinking feeling everyone would start asking if they could stay the night.

Your mother trudged towards the blender , obviously exhausted from a long day , as she placed the contents in a cup , she had retrieved from the cupboard , before dousing a couple of medications she had been prescribed for her unnaturally high hormones and slow metabolism , along with the drink. Watching her , you couldn't help but feel that given her attire , and the slow nearly epicurean way in which she glugged her drink down her slender , tender throat, that you were being made to witness something inherently sexual. As each , thick voluminous , rather heavy load of the suspiciously milky white substance, plunged its way through your mom's slim cheeks and down her soft , hungry , slender gullet with a distinctive 'glug' and visible distention against her trachea, a single drop of it sneaking its way from between , her fat , plump , full , lips , down the sides of her dainty chin and in between the dark , boundless intersection of her never ending swells of ample , white , filled to bursting cleavage. You flushed with a heat and blushed slightly, at the lewdly implicous scene taking place and once again thanked the creator , that you and only you had witnessed it.

Seeing this now , however you pondered what Karl could have been doing, he certainly never took action without motive. Yet , again you found your self too tired to consider much of the possibilities and simply made a note to see if this behavior was habit , or if he was actually telling the truth.

Meanwhile Karl now secluded in his pigsty of a home base , watched with bated breath , as the ring and the parchment glowed brightly with an igneous orange fire . His gigantic horse cock twitching and spasming violently , oozing and dampening both his undergarments and hairy inner thigh with an obscene amount of precum. He had done it , his theory was correct , a binding of bodies , had meant any sort of bodily fluid , and for him there was only one in mind that would have given him the greatest satisfaction to test on your mother. His thick , curdy , gunky , backed up and in more than ample supply of baby seed.

Yet despite this triumphant revelation , his heart irked with anger and lament , mainly directed at you. He lambasted to himself , that if it weren't for you , he could have stayed and be made to witness his first advent of victory against your cow titted, fat assed whore of a mother. How he could have watched , her guzzle down its contents mixed with her yogurt , like a greedy sow , how hard it would have made his cock , to watch a refreshed smile etch across her face , as she lay unaware , that she just swallowed a hefty load , of his backed up viscous , smelly , putrid backed up spunk , like a good little cock sucker, how it's curdy contents would undoubtedly proved to difficult for her dainty throat , as it slid down slowly and pressed against its shape. The very first step , to her becoming his beloved , cum guzzling slut. He could also feel a bit of sentimentality , despite its crude , perverse and twisted happenstances , it was the first time a woman had ever taken his seed.

These thoughts swirled and entertained Karl's mind until he realized , the paper had stop glowing and beneath Stage 1 something new had taken it's place.

Well done mortal, little have visited my plane and lived to tell the tale without madness taking their mind , and even fewer merited the courage to steal such an item from me and return it to their world. Were I not so impressed with your bravado , I would have already dragged you back to Nephlous to break your timid spirit over and over again for all eternity. Still my generosity knows limit , and I simply cannot have you marching the mortal plane with one of my creations , without first proving yourself worthy. So I proport a deal , prove that you possess the capacity to unlock the power of my invention and domineer, completely, the mind of another. In exchange I shall grant you the ring for the rest of your small life , however should you fail , your soul shall be mine to do with what I wish. I would say the choice is yours , but I'm rather intrigued by the idea , so refusal to this quest is denied. Hahahaha !

The ring possesses six stages of power in it's totality, each granting you new more powerful feats and arsenals pf which to twist someone's, behavior , and mind to your wish , each unlocked by increasing amounts of binding of bodies, through whatever means your devious heart may entail. You have one mortal year my intrepid adventurer , do try not to disappoint , for my sake and surely for your own.

Stage 1 : Small favors are easily asked , so make sure you put them to task.( You are able to ask three small favors per day of the individual in question , so long as they feel neutral about such a matter and it is not inherently sexual in its verbage) To begin using this stage simply speak the action you wish into the ring done , and it will glow a soft yellow upon activation, or a dull red upon failure. Note : Any action taken during hypnosis that violates these rules , will result in immediate termination of the rings effects.

Stage 2 : Locked

Stage 3 : Locked

Stage 4: Locked

Stage 5: Locked

Stage 6 : Locked

Despite such meagre recompense for his action , Karl donned a wicked smile , he had already surmised the deity would not have made it easy , but with this small taste of power , he had already begun to brainstorm usages , to further his end. He had already had the first option in mind.

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Despite your initial skepticism at Karl's behavior that night , you would be remiss in announcing that you did not feel a pang of guilt for always suspecting him of some horridly lewd behavior to satisfy his wickedly perverse desires. For several nights you had made the same journey in a vain attempt to gather some form of intelligence on Karl's supposed , suspicious activity , but to your shock you found naught. In fact his behavior had only improved since that time , though he did still irk your mother and bother you with his slobbish behavior and bratty attitude. Things were actually looking up , and with his actions becoming more bearable , you actually thought that his year long homestay would be tolerable at the very least , should these characteristic changes keep up. However these fleeting ideas would soon be dashed against the wind.

You cant say when it began, but the first indication , of strange happenstances that would become increasingly devious , corrupt and demoralizing , had begun to take place a few days after your suspicion as to the motives behind Karl's behavior, which had proven fruitless.

It was again in the dead of night , but unlike before, it was cloudless , the weather modest and fair. You had risen out of your slumber this time , for reasons unrelated to hunger , and more of a need to release the contents of your bowels and bladder. As you opened the door , you saw your mother's thick , lubricoulsy lewd form turned away from you, wearing the same nightie , she had worn before that accentuated the contours of her teardrop shaped , round , full , swollen , engorged , milkable porcelain jugs , the berth , and thickset , near bovine curvature and thickness of her baby bank hips , and the swollen fattened , perfectly round , heart shaped, basket ball sized outline of her huge , bubbly fat , quivering ass cheeks , that protruded proudly from her back outwards several inches before drooping immodestly unto her plump , plush white thighs, her entire frame , jiggling and bobbling obscenely with flesh , with each heave of her chest.

You were surprised , not only because she stood awake at such a time, but because she was standing just outside of Karl's room. Your heart instantly jumped with both frustration and a strained exhaustion. Your mind leaped at playing with the possibilities of what he could have done know to earn her ire , so , especially in the midst of the night.

" Ugh ....Mom what did Karl do now ?" You asked , trying your best to hide your stultified tone and appear respectful in your half sleep.

Your mother did not even utter a sound or move in response to your clearly audible question, she simply stood there , continuing , her slow , heavy , but monotonous breathing , in the silent ambience of the dead air , the awkward quietude that strained the foreboding tension between you two, filled with the sounds of her exhalation. You were both perplexed and weary , normally had Karl disturbed her in anyway , she would have launched into a viscous tirade that picked apart each and every fault of his , and lament her decision to agree to take him in. Yet now , she shown not even a trace of emotion.

" Mom .....?" You questioned once more , concerned and in a docile tone , as you moved to stand by her side , to get a better view of her face.

What you saw filled you with a degree of certain emotions you could not definitely analyze in fully , the chief of which included both confusion and a perturbed concernment. Her face stood blank , her pleasant , dark , sultry features , in their natural state of relaxation , the way one would seem as if they were dead or sleeping. Her plump , full pink lips a straight line across her face , not a contortion or wrinkle to convey feeling , her cat like , sharp, effeminates eyes stood half opened , a glossy glaze had overtaken them and her pupils , seemed dilated and unfocused as if she were not truly present or concerned with her surroundings, lending some credence to her unusual lack of response to your question , she was cold but not that cold.

What struck you more disquiet however, was the copious amounts of thick white liquid , that like that night before in the kitchen , drizzled from between her , plump , fat , full lips and dribbled unto the humongous , mountainous sea of tender , white breast flesh that burgeoned from the top of her sinking pink neckline , and threatened to spill over and recoil forth , and expose it's full , fattened , oversize , ripened , ready to burst torpedoes. Once again you were made to blush and feel that you were viewing something very indecent. However from the texture , viscosity and coloration , you had come to figure that it was indeed her usual shake , what filled your minds with qualms however , along with her peculiar behavior , was many , where was her cup , why change her usual time of consumption, why she was drinking outside Karl's room , she despised the slob.

Unfortunately for you , these questions were about to go unanswered , as your mom shot bolt upright , stiffening her posture even more , causing her massive , tits to near explode from their meagre confines. And her large rear to quiver with a wave of delectable fat , vigorously. Before she preceded to march almost mechanically to her room. You simply stood and watched her in awestruck bewilderment, until she disappeared behind the door.

You remained in your stunned position for a few minutes , before recanting your original goal of having to relieve your body of its excrement, preceding to then return to bed. For a small while before slumber you pondered on what you witnessed in the hallway , with both concern and a detective's curiosity, this behavior from your mother was certainly unusual, and slightly disconcerting . Never in your eighteen years had you been witness to this , the only thing you could chalk it up to, in your mind , was an acute case of sleep walking , or a random side effect from the medication she usually imbibes upon , at night. Yet those cold , still , absent eyes told you something deeper was afoot, and despite its ludacris origin , you couldn't help but feel the dispiriting unease you felt , when you stared upon Karl's item of jewelry. You chuckled a bit in your mind , you had no evidence of it being nothing but a simple display of vain wealth other than a few unnerving feelings and a bad hunch. For now like before , you decided to observe this conundrum further to see if it was habit , or a singular happenstance , and lulled yourself to sleep with the security that it was all going to be all right. Yet unbeknownst to you this was only the beginning a chain of tumultuous events that would send both you and your mother's lives into a climactic , sinful downfall.

Morning arose and you stretched vigorously as you basked , in its first beautiful radiant yellow lights , almost empowering you for a good day coming. You made your way to the bathroom to wash your face and then down to the kitchen with a skip in your step almost. You enjoyed mornings , to you they felt revitalizing and calming, and now that Karl was here, that feeling doubled , after all morning time afforded you the only luxury of some semblance of normalcy , before his arrival. Given his piggish and lackadaisical lifestyle , he often did not awake until the later hours near midday , which gave you plenty of time to enjoy the ambience of peace it had granted , well that was until the today.

Orbiting the corner to your kitchen, you were met with a sight that filled you with anger , frustration , surprise and embarrassment all at once, as your jaw quite literally near fell to your feet. Around the pristine , transparent glass dining table sat Karl , his portly physique , causing much anguish and strain to the white wooden , dining chair he sat upon , as the folds of his large , flabby waist , and protruding , obese , potbellied gut spilt off to the sides. Standing on the opposite side before him , your mother, moving to deliver a plate in one hand , of a hefty, freshly cooked, serving of bacon , eggs , cheese and waffles, her body draped in an you outfit would have never imagined, equipped on her , in your wildest dreams , or more appropriately most embarrassing nightmares.

Her thick , silky raven black hair was done up into a sloppy bun , whose voluminous strands fell limply unto the back of her slender exposed nape , which found attached , a simple yet elegant golden chain around its general circumference, serving to highlight her dark, and sharp yet incredibly alluring and sultry, facial features, that perfectly contrasted her porcelain skin. Her , sharp ,intense, cougar like, piercing, chocolate brown eyes , were bespectacled by a pair of simple bright red rimmed square glasses, it's outline lightly touched by black mascara. Her cute button nose , high cheek bones, and pair of thick, full pouty lips, touched up by deep red lip gloss, all served in unison with one another to create an image of feminine temptation and perfection. It was not unusual for your mother to further exacerbate her already , jaw dropping beauty with a generous , but classy spending of makeup , however what truly sent you red with embarrassment , was what she wore beneath her doll like face.

It was an outfit that would send most red blooded men mad with a lust addled frenzy , to the point where they wouldn't be able to consider the implications of their carnal desire , which they would promptly enact on your mother , as she sent their cocks erect and hard with a feral heated mania of blissful hormonal impulse. It was a simple one piece, blue, mini dress , that much like the towel in the picture Karl stole , clung greedily to the flare of her curves like a second skin, doing little to protect her modesty . In fact the scant amount of the meagre not only did little to hide her most prominent and exuberating of features , but served to do the opposite, by highlighting their immodest shape. Her long thick shapely legs could be seen in their entirety , covered only by a near transparent , black stocking , whose rose like floral patterns continued from top to bottom in a discombobulating repetition. Her plump thighs radiated porcelain flesh in every direction , rubbing together as she stood rather conservatively upright with her legs crossed , atop of one another , smothering and distending their heavenly soft , white flesh indiscriminately in near every direction, against the **** , with tantalizing ease. It was as if the textile had a twisted mind of it's own teasingly stopping just short of protecting the full reticence of her , now partly exposed womanhood . Here the dress was naught of textile could clearly see the tip of her lacey black panties she wore beneath blue attire, as it latched greedily unto the lowest exposed , portion your mom's tender mound , giving her a noticeable indecent camel toe, highlighting the salient features of half of her thick , puffy , slightly damp , vaginal lips , that pursed tightly together against the **** strain of her undergarment , that served the last line of defense to the modicum of decency the outfit provided.

However , comparatively , this was the least lubricous part of the exposure of the outfit, the indecency was only just beginning. Circling around to her plush more than ample rear, the back half of her groaning undergarments , were completely enveloped between the endless sea of supple ,filled to bursting ,thick, rotund , shapely ass fat, of her , globular , fat, soft , overflowing basketball sized ass cheeks, who lurched forward , proudly and obscenely several inches , before their indecently fattened weight caused them to droop immodestly unto to the back her near bare plush thighs at the forceful and corrupt reminder of gravity. They were so expansive and brimful with succulent flesh, that they expanded violently , and tensely , against the fabric causing half of their contents to spew out through the bottom , leaving half of her huge , swollen , engorged , bubbling porcelain assets exposed , the fabric of which pressured against them tightly distending their shape and ridiculously enough causing them to appear even larger than they were , was such a possibility even ideal , causing the flesh to look pressed , tightened and almost strained. Each slow , step she took towards Karl to deliver his meal , causing them to wobble and quiver and beckon with a wave of sublime , white fat vigorously , enchanting , any onlooker into a haze , no mire of inescapable, blissful, carnal delusion.

Moving up forward you found that the rest of her body was much the same. Her thick , wide , birthing hips likened to the towel before , divulged dramatically outward against the overstuffed blue textile , fighting with her other lubricous obscene curves , to be known as her most apex , salacious and lewd feature , forcing the fabric to cling even tighter to its broad berth , as it lewdly highlighted small pockets of fat that it distorted apart in a vain attempt to contain their plump , rotund , full , thickset vast immensity. Greedily consuming every last scant ounce of the already overstuffed , and primed to burst attire, begging the strained fabric to rip and reveal her sinfully perverse , sex fantasy body. This hungry distortion , in a vain attempt for space had caused the stretched thin member to cling even tighter unto her taut stomach and small waist , revealing the general shape of her dainty navel, and further dramatizing the bulge of her ridiculous curves.

Yet the true apex of this business casual , porn star secretary look , was undoubtedly her plump , tender , round , swollen, stuffed to the brim with succulent over ripe ,r easy to burst , heavy cow udders who due to the limited space , stood severely distorted , heavily smothered against her chest into a disk like shape , which had caused huge waves of quivering white fat spill up, above and out of the top off the dress and threatening obscuring her collar bones and oozing, delectably, over the top and off to the sides , of the dress which looked just about ready to split in two. Your jaw fell agape , more than half of her sex fantasy and beyond large breasts, spewed out of the top, which barely managed to hold in the rest , you could practically see the beginning of her large round , pink areolas peeping over the top it. Not that it mattered considering the items tight nature near detailed the outline her large dinner plate size areolas and long thick nipples in their entirety , which stood fully erect and slightly throbbing as they pushed tightly against the overwhelmed fabric , straining it to near exhaustion. To complete her look her slender arms , and narrow silky , porcelain shoulders were covered by a bright red blazer , which for better or worse , stood unbuttoned.

Your mind swirled , and you felt feint , unsure whether you were witness to actuality. There your strict , hyper ambitious , no nonsense mother stood , dressed almost like a porn star from some cheesy B rate business, adult video , cooking and serving Karl , of all people a breakfast made for a king , a luxury you rarely got to enjoy, save for specials occasions , or when she was in a very serviceable mood , which as you could guess was an even rarer anomaly than this. Your mind was like a short circuiting computer , she hated Karl , considered him less than dirt , scoffed at his existence, loathed his piggish nature and lamented her decision to take him in , yet there she was giving him an eye full , and a belly full , which he obviously was enjoying .

Even from where you stood, you saw it , his huge , erect , throbbing violently spasming , oozing slab of meat that could rival even the length and girth of a stallion , as it tented his red sweat pants to the high heavens , and buckled his breaches to the seams as its size and his relative position , caused it to near threaten the underside of the table with its violent wagging , whence it nearly touched. This dogged response being produced not only from your mother's apparel but the, incredibly generous , volume of ample white , creamy tit cleavage she gave him as she arched forward to deliver his plate. Resulting in even more succulent flesh over flowing from the confines of her overcrowded blue mini dress , along with the semi circles , of her puffy dusky , pink areolas , that when examined with closer scrutiny seemed to be invaded by a number of goose pimples , as her huge , fat , full , meaty torpedoes , bubbled and rocked violently with fat as they swayed left to right pendulously, sending ripples across their flawless skin , and threatening to burst free in that instance and cause one of her turgid , erect , thick ,long , girthy , wanting nipples to land directly in his greasy maw.

You could feel your confusion begin to boil over into anger and frustration , as your mind wracked with a **** wanting for logic to explain the happenstances behind this near dystopian occurrence. You wanted to stomp forward into the kitchen right then and there and ask her and Karl , what the hell was going on , but you knew that even on your most confident days to dare speak against or disrespect her. So you decided to observe with a dissection of the scene to ascertain a better understanding of this near nightmarish happening.

It was in that moment that you saw it , the same face you saw the night prior , wretched unto your mother. A blank face, devoid of emotion , her eyes half shut , and her pupils unfocused and unresponsive , almost as if she were in a meditative or comatose state. The body yielded full functionality , but the mind was absent. For a while you watched as Karl hungrily scarfed down, the contents of his plate causing a disgusting mess , of spiddle , and unbecoming food stains to spatter about the table , and even some unto the mid section of her blue dress. Your mother just stood there , erect , staring off into space , not a peep ushering from her mouth , or twitch of her body, baffling and frightening you even more. On any other day she would tear Karl a new one for behaving in such manner around the dinner table , but given recent events , you could tell this was no arbitrary day.

For a few minutes longer after he finished his meal Karl , sat in silence , greedily devouring the contours of your mothers obscene curves , and how well her choice of clothing dramatized it , his gigantic swollen cock trashing about violently as he did , his hands moving to his groin , egging the air around it , but restricting themselves from placing it on the large , meaty slab, for reasons unknown , and in this moment unimportant to you. He then preceded to rise out of the dining chair with noticeable difficulty , before sauntering past your mom , and placing his dish in the sink behind them. He then spun around , his rotund, jutting gut , and flabby chest heaving up and down heftily , before looking directly at your mother.

You watched in growing rage , as he greedily traced the outline of your mom's huge , fat , bubbly rear , and the large swells, of juicy , wide , thick flesh that spewed out the underside of the tight number that struggled to contain it. Biting the top of his lip , and lightly groping the large , swollen , engorged , mushroom headed tip of his cock , before raising his other free hand , in a motion that indicated he was about to slap it. You prepared to pounce into action like a jaguar stalking it's prey , the moment he made such an advance , but luckily for you , just as quickly as he raised it, he put it down , murmuring something under his breath , before beginning to exit the kitchen , in your direction.

Seeing him lumbering over to you , and still unsure about the peculiar behavior of both your mother and Karl that had begun to plague the house , you made the split second decision to hide out of view , so that he would not be unto your suspicion in regards to his actions. It took a small while , but eventually he swaggered past you and upstairs back to his den , no doubt , to rest or release his unfulfilled carnal desires , fueled by this morning's salacious display and the energy of a full belly. You then crept back out to the kitchen , where your mother still stood in her catatonic state, which from your observation she remained in for a few minutes, before light slowly began to return to her face and she flung her sharp eyes wide open.

For a few moments she looked dazed and confused , unsure of her surroundings , based on the bewildered contours that had been drawn across her face , before an almost supernatural glow of radiance and realization washed over her , and she returned to her usual morning routine of preparing for work. Unaware of the specks of cheese that had been splattered unto her , and even more so of her rather risque attire. You stood utterly confused , outraged , baffled , perplexed , and most of all fearful , something was most definitely afoot, questions once again attacked the sanity of your mind ?

What the hell is going on ?

Did Karl **** my mother ?

She would never feed that ugly pig a meal like that , she hated his guts ?

What was with her face ?

Does this have something to do with that ring ?

You wanted answers to these sets of strange predicaments that had come and upended the normalcy you had obtained these past few days.

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You had hoped that it was a one off , a set of random coincidences, but much like everything you had wished for since Karl's arrival , it was indeed fleeting .The gnawing thoughts of pessimism and negativity , eating away at the back of your mind , the paranoia , and brewing dilemma had come to fruition , deep in the back of your mind you were right.

Every night since that day you saw the same set of routines , almost as if she were a machine , a robot , the same blank stare of absenteeism plastered across her sultry visage. Every night like clock work around the hours of roughly 1 to 3 am you caught her , in her nightie , standing outside of Karl's door, the same viscous white yogurt dribbling from between her full ,pouted lips , and unto her fat milkers. Every morning , just before you arose , she cooked Karl , a banquet of the most unhealthiest , and gluttonous foods , his twisted , gourmandizing heart could ever imagine , her outfits becoming sluttier , and more revealing each and every time this process repeated itself. To the point where you pondered , how she wasn't reprimanded at work for indecent behavior, but was promptly reminded that she was the boss , and most of her employees , who were heterosexual males , would certainly not be complaining. Your heart flustered with embarrassment and boiled with rage , as you imagined them , just like Karl , greedily consuming her bodacious, thick , bovine curves with their hungry , lustful eyes,You imagined how , considering her current habit of dress , just how many lustful stares she would now bring at work , with her thickset baby making hips , massive, tender , full breasts and large , round, juicy ass you'd only see in rap videos. About how her new egregiously thick figure would cause some men to forgoe even their basest of human decencies to indulge their carnal desires on her, sending shudders down your spine.

Coupled with these findings something new had reared its head as well. You had come across it in search of answers for the possibility for whether your mom had been ****. A simple white bottle of medication , outside your mother's usual prescriptions , she had upholstered in the medicine cabinet in the bathroom. Written across its circumference , the words Feminanae. Upon a quick Moogle search of the set of chemicals in question , you had come discover that it was a fertility **** , commonly used by couples who were experiencing problems, trying for a baby , really potent stuff. You leaped in bewilderment and horror at your mother trying for another baby after eighteen years , even more so that she would choose to use this of her own volition. Why a woman as fertile as her , using this **** absurd as it sounds , would probably guarantee triplets or maybe even more. Which further added to the hysteria of confusion that this week had brought.

Yet still none of these observation foretold anything about the origin or cause of these rather strange and alarming behaviors. You also felt that you were playing with borrowed time , as each day you observed Karl and your mother , you could feel his hungry , lustful carnal desires , slowly ebb their way to action . And like before in the back of your mind , he would eventually release them unto her. You couldn't afford to blow your cover now, however, the minute Karl suspects your unto him , you might just end up jeopardizing her more and worse lose the slim chance you have at uncovering the truth. So for now you just gritted your teeth and prayed , that he seemed to restrain himself from enacting on anything physical , and were contented with it just remaining lustful glares , which you had undoubtedly gotten use to. That was until that morning of course.

A fair and pleasant one like most of the others, you had arisen early to begin surveying Karl's and your mother's behavior again , during breakfast time , in an effort to uncover the origin behind the madness. You had made your way to the apex of the carpeted stairs which lead you down into the living and kitchen areas , where you were made acutely aware of the sound. A series of measured noises that consisted of panted breaths , dogged yet deliberately repressed moans and indiscernible muttering , accompanied by a horrid wet , schlurping and sloshing sound, followed by muted gags. Normally you'd just chalk this up to Karl's disgusting eating habits , but given recent events, your mind was aflame, as you rushed down the stairs and rounded the corner to the kitchen, unprepared for what you witnessed next.