Crystal’s plan

It was over the next few weeks, when things had settled into a semblance of peace that Crystal began to stir. Jennifer had found it difficult to readjust to regular life after having so radically been transformed into a sex bomb. Her breasts constantly strained against bras and shirts, struggling to be free and to present her pieced nipples to the world. Her gait had changed considerably due to extra weight in her ass the BBL surgery had given, and her face was unnaturally sensuous, tightened in some areas and plumped up in others.

It was hard to socialise for Jennifer. People would stare, even if they didn’t have any idea who Crystal Minx was, they would see this forty year old woman with her overtly sexual form, and they mutter amongst themselves about how whorish and bizarre she looked. Humiliation was a constant, but Jennifer reminded herself that this was an improvement from what her life had been. Her body was her own again, and while her husband was gone and two of her kids were distant, she still had Tim. Her eldest son, her rock.

She eventually got a job in data entry, though the pay was woeful and Tim was **** to take a part time job to help make ends meet. That stung her the most, that her precious boy had to put his life on hold to help her. After a while she bit the bullet, and decided to upload a few photos to OnlyFans in a **** attempt to gain an extra influx of cash. It worked, Crystal Minx had a legion of devoted fans after all, but it made Jennifer feel grimy. And what was worse, she couldn’t help but note how easily her body fell back into sexualising itself. Almost automatically she would lay in tease positions, her expression settling into one of **** sultry desire.

Crystal couldn’t do much beyond these tiny muscle reflexes, but there were some moments, in the dead of night for little more than a minute when she would take over. It was fleeting and despite how much mental strain she tried to apply, Crystal couldn’t last longer than seventy seconds. But over time a plan had formed, a plan based on things she had seen and heard through Jennifer’s eyes.

Her chance came one night when Tim was out with Randall, celebrating the latter’s birthday. Jennifer knew the boys would be drinking, but she reasoned that it was more than fair for Tim to blow off some steam after all he had done for her. Meanwhile she stayed in their shared apartment, curled up with a glass of wine and watching whatever mindless thing was on tv.

Perhaps it was the wine, perhaps it was the exhaustion of the last few months finally catching up to her, but when a package arrived at her apartment (ordered the night before by Crystal in Tim’s name) she didn’t much question it. She put the box aside and went back to her movie. The alarm on her watch went off, warning her to take her next dosage. Going over to the medicine cabinet, she took out the bottle and shook free a pill into her palm. She frowned. Only one pill? Normally they had dosed it out carefully that she would have time to visit Saunders and get a refill without missing a cycle, things were exact. Had she dropped or misplaced one?

Crystal had been crafty, this act of sabotage minute. Jennifer was worried, but she was also slightly drunk and very tired. She reasoned that one pill would be able to last her at least until the morning, and they could see Saunders first thing.

But the dosage had to be exact, the brain was a tricky thing. Jennifer took her pill, but one alone wasn’t going to be proper defence for the mental onslaught Crystal released an hour later. The pornstar gasped, like a diver coming up for air. It had been so damned long since she had control and she revelled in it.

“ I know, Jenny, I know,” she said, laughing. “You’ve probably built up a lot of that chemical in our bloodstream, and you’ll probably grab hold of the steering wheel in a few hours…but I’ve got some fun planned.”

She took the package from earlier and grinned triumphantly at its contents, then it was a matter of waiting. Tim came home about an hour earlier, just as he had promised Jennifer like the good, dutiful son he was. Crystal had to smother down her predatory grin when she saw him.

“How did it go, Timmy?” She asked, affecting Jennnifer’s tone and cadence.

“Yeah, it was good,” he laughed, intoxicated but mostly in the cheerful, fun way. “Randall’s a good dude.”

“Mmhmm,” Crystal waved him over and gestured to a wine glass she had left out next to her own, “why don’t you come have a drink with me? I want to hear all about it.”

Tim seemed slightly puzzled, but shrugged it off. Another drink wouldn’t hurt.

What he wasn’t aware of, was that Crystal had spiked his drink with both a powerful sleeping **** and high grade viagra. She watched with devious eyes as the combination took effect, the young man slipping back into the couch and falling into a deep sleep. It was then that she took action, stripping Tim of his clothes while she did the same. She giggled in delight when she saw his manhood standing to attention, noting with some approval that the boy was reasonably endowed.

She turned her head to where she had mounted a camera and blew a kiss. “Oh Jenny, you’re gonna get yours…”

She squatted over the throbbing dick and slowly sank down, impaling her cunt until it had taken the whole thing right to the base. A groan of pure joy escaped her lips as she felt it press up inside her, filling her so deliciously. There was no greater feeling than when one indulged, but there was something about this added combination of perversion, **** and deep taboo that spiced the whole experience for her.

Breathing heavily, she began to rise and fall on Tim’s cock, one hand balancing on his chest while the other groped at her massive tits. Soon the apartment began to echo with her groans and moans of delight and the sound of her thick ass slapping down furiously against Tim’s lap. She clenched and moved her inner muscles to massage his whole length, and using muscle memory that was not Jennifer’s, began to work Tim to completion. She got four loads out of him before his dick began to soften, and then went to work putting things in place.

Tim was redressed and would think that he simply passed out drunk, while Jennifer, who was locked in a mental box with no perception of time or the outside world, would only experience a brief blip of missing time. When she awoke a few hours later in her own bed and seemingly nothing amiss, she brushed things off.

Weeks went by peacefully, with Jennifer and Tim going about their lives without complaint. But eventually Jennifer found herself wracked with bouts of **** nausea that seemed to persist far longer than any typical stomach bug.

“I think I’ll need to book an appointment with a doctor,” she told Tim one morning, after she had failed to keep down her breakfast pancakes.

“Maybe check with Saunders too,” Tim cautioned, “The pills do weird things to your hormones, he should know if they’ve made you, like, averse to gluten or something.”

It was exactly two days later that Jennifer woke to find a box sitting on the edge of her bed, done up with a pretty little ribbon. At first she thought Tim had gotten her a present, but something clawed at the back of her mind that made her feel uneasy. She opened it and found it contained exactly two things. A USB stick, and a pregnancy test. To her great horror, it read as positive.

With clumsy and shaking hands, she got the USB and plugged it into her laptop. A video came on, a camera showing their couch in the living room and Tim laying naked and passed out. His penis was achingly hard. Jennifer’s horror only grew as she saw herself enter the frame, with her enhanced ass swaying, her tits protruding and her pouty lips stretched into a sinister grin.

“ You think you could lock me away, Jenny?” Crystal addressed the camera. “You want to live your boring fucking life playing mom? Well, why don’t I spice things up for you.”

And then Jennifer watched in horror as her surgically enhanced body began to lower itself onto Tim’s penis and ride it for everything she had. She felt bile rise in her throat as Crystal moaned and cooed, slapping her ass up and down in an act of **** with her precious son. She felt violated once again, only this time it was worse than any of the porn shoots, this time it had taken her relationship with her son and malformed into something grotesque. Her hand went to her womb, with the result of this unholy union was growing.

Despite the revulsion and horror that was spreading across her entire being, there was also a tiny slither of treacherous lust that stirred within her loins as she watched the incestuous coupling play out. The realisation brought her to tears, and then aching sobs.

From the depths of subconscious, Crystal watched, and she laughed.