Dangerous fetish.

Nine months has gone by, and your family had their contraption in the middle of the night. You quickly dress yourself, and rush them to the nearest hospital. Even-though, you made a wish for them to fully develop your offspring. Once they enter the emergency room, your mother and sister unusually hyperventilate. Suddenly, you realize something important, you forgotten to remove the risks. Regardless, this prospect indulges your curiosity, and wanted to see the outcome. To bypass unnecessary ramifications, you wish to project your mind into the future. As it turns out, the only way for them to make it through their pregnancies is to have a C-section. When your mind returns to its original timeline you used a wish to increase their chances of having a healthy labor.

They have been in the emergency room for fifteen hours, but endure delivering your babies.

When Emily's stomach reaches its limits she snaps at you, "This is all your fault!!! When this is over, I'm going to brutally **** you!!!"

You already made a wish for your sister to be unconditionally faithful, and wouldn't be able to harm you . The threats probably a natural reaction from stress, but you did find her behavior rather amusing.

When the ordeal is over you went into their room and says, "Damn, developing two dozen babies to full term made your stomach enormous."

Your sister tiresomely gazes out the window, and says, "Yeah, considering they're taking a normal amount of space. Without our body adapting to the pregnancies. The physician said our chances is implausible."

You walk towards your mother and softly whispers, "Since you're done giving birth. Can you still make your next pregnancies larger?"

With all the wishes you used to manipulate your mother's mind, she's unable to make proper decisions.

"I haven't forgotten, dear." Heather replies without hesitation, but her body shiver when a mental image invade her mind, "If I'm not mistaken, you asked to make my next pregnancies several time lager, but didn't clarify."

You smile gleefully as you say, "Because I want your next pregnancies as large as possible."

Your mother struggle to comprehend your request and use a wish.

"Just imagine two dozen babies at full-terms. That's how large your next pregnancies need to be within a few weeks. But don't restrict yourself, mom. If you can get it larger, do it."

"Well, I have a few ideas for my next pregnancies, but I need a second opinion." Heather said with an unconcerned tone.

As Dr. Susan enter the room your eyes feast at her alluring body and you subconscious made a wish, "It warm in here. You'll feel more comfortable letting the twins out for some fresh air."

Susan's perceptions shift accordingly to your wish and believe it's normal to expose herself in public.

Susan discards the lab-coat and says, "Goodness, the humidity in this room is awful." She waves her hand to cool herself, "I'm sorry if this offends anyone, but having a bra on is unbearable."

You whisper softly to your sister, "Damn, turning her into a bimbo might be interesting. Don't you think, Emily?"

Emily rolls her eyes as she gives you an intuitive response, "Turning an attractive, and intelligent woman into a brainless slut is wrong. Besides, we still need her to analyze our health."

You laugh at your sister's disapproval and say, "Alright, she can keep her intelligence for now. But I can't make any promise."

Dr. Susan examines your family and informs you, "Your mother and sister are healthy, but they need to stay for medical analysis. Don't worry, they'll be discharged within a few days."

"Is there anything you need before I visit my next patients, madame?" Dr. Susan asked your mother.

Your mother asks if there's any procedures to conceive a substantial amount of children and Dr. Susan argue, "Even if I could help, your request are impractical."

With Susan's disapproval you use a wish to manipulate her mind to assist your mother.

"I wish Dr. Susan will fulfill all her patient's request. If things can't be accomplish, she will improvise a solution."

Doctor Susan gives you a wary expression and say, "Can I have a moment of your time, sir."

Once the two of you are privately alone in her office she warn, "I don't think you understand the complexity of multiple conceptions. There's a lot of profound-risks involved, and I'll give you a few samples: High blood pressure, birth defect, and miscarried. What your mother requesting is extremely dangerous. As a doctor, I'm obligated to discourage you. Still, the decision is yours."

Even-though you menmepulated your mother's desire, but having her conceive without using a wish is more appealing.

You smirk by her concern and asks, "Hmmmm...I heard Serophene is an effective ****, but do you know any other treatment that'll make the ovaries more productive?"

Doctor Susan knows what you're implying and says, "Goodness, you actually want to temper with your mother's ovaries, and have it impetuously release ova?"

Susan wanted to protest, but you use a wish to make her agree.

"I'll perform the procedures, but I'm not taking any responsibility for your poor decision."

Susan left the room and return three hours later. You can clearly see some creamy substance smear on her lips, and her body appears frigid.

Susan closely examines the broken condom and her eyes widen with fear, "Great, I'm pregnant and don't even know who's the father." She tosses the condoms in the trash and says, "I apologize for making you wait, but a few patients needed a blowjob, and things escalated to an orgy."

You intensely stare at the green liquid, and there a warning label on the bottle.

"Ummm..what's that?" You asked.

Susan fills an appropriate amount of the chemicals in the syringe and reply, "It's a **** from one of our laboratories. According to our test, one ounce is equivalent to a hundred dose of Serophene."

"What the **** actually do?"

Susan search for your mother's vain and reply, "It'll make her overies ovulate more frequently."

You give her a sadistic smirk and asks, "What will happen if you give her the entire bottle?"

"We haven't tested a stronger dosage on anyone before," Dr. Susan dishonestly respond.

Determined to know the truth, you use a wish to make her reveal the information.

"If you must know, sir. Her ovaries will skip its natural cycle, and spontaneously release ova at an alarming rate."

Susan presses the needle against your mother vain and ask, "Sir, this isn't advisable. Are you sure about this?"

"Yeah...sure...why not." You say as you anticipate the injection.

"He's such an idiot." Dr. Susan softly mutters.

"Huh, did you say something?"

Not wanting to cause conflict, Dr. Susan evasively says, "Sorry, I was distracted by my own thoughts."

Susan finishes administrating the dosage to your family and say, "I need to schedule your mother and sister to visit me next month. Hopefully, you'll reconsider giving them an abortion."

You know Susan have been insulting you earlier: By the swift change of topic, and the obvious tone in her voice. It's not like you're concerned with trivial matters. Regardless, you're going to make her do something unethical for your own amusements.

"Hmmm...let's make a deal. If my mother and sister show signs of discomfort during their first month of pregnancies, you can perform an abortion. However, if they somehow manage to reach full terms, you need to take the substance yourself."

Susan shot a fearful expression but maintain professionalism, "It's an interesting proposal, but I must decline."

You quickly project a wish, "You'll think I'd be a fun challenge."

"The probability of their pregnancies reaching nine months is infeasible. I hardly think it's a fair challenge." Susan says with confidence and made a wager, "I'll tell you what, sir. By some miracle they can prolong their pregnancies for even two months. I'll heavily deluge the chemicals in my bloodstream."

"What happen if there are too many chemicals in your bloodstream?" You curiously asked.

She's ****, but you **** her to reply.

"My reproductive system will disorderly task itself to release every ova at once. Worst-case scenario, the ovum will create dozens of embryos."

You're going to use a wish to cheat but didn't manipulate Susan's mind. There's a good reason for this, you wanted to see if Dr. Susan will swallow her pride when she loses.

"Umm...if you lose, you'll do it?" You asked again for reassurance.

Susan nervously darts her eyes away and say, "I will keep my end of the deal, but I highly doubt you'll win."

You made Dr. Susan agree with the challenge, but didn't set her emotions to enjoy the ordeal and her mind in a state of confusion.

"I wish Dr. Susan will have intercourse with all her patient, and conceive their children." You subconscious wish.

You wickedly sneers at her and say. "I can't tolerate liars. Expect some punishment if you withdraw."

Three days went by, and doctor Susan gave them the final dosage. The substance made your mother sexually active, and vigorously masturbate in front of you.

"Sweetie, I can't wait any longer to have you in me!!" Heather plead and frantically continue to rubs her rosebud, "Please, I'm so fucking horny."

Knowing the **** effectiveness you decide to tease your mother's desperation.

"Hmmm..don't you think this is dangerous?" You said while grinning at her needful expression, "I don't mind filling you up with my creamy seed, but are you sure about this?"

Your mother grips the bed-sheets as she reply, "I don't think it's worth the risks."

You're curious why the wish didn't affect your mother. You do have a theory, making her have intercourse with you is easy to maintain control, but actually putting her life in danger triggers your mother to retaliate. If this is true, your wish do have limitations. Nevertheless, you decide uncover the mystery.

You place the tip of your cock near her opening and says, "I know your nervous, mom. So, why don't we play a game? If you agree with my question, I'll gladly give you my cock. First question, will you be okay with having two dozen babies?"

Heather already experience delivering two dozen babies, and didn't feel threatened.

Your mother slowly nod her head as she say, "Yes, two dozen babies is fine."

You begin to penetrate your mother in a steady motion, and her vagina's fluid coat your member.

Your mother's body shudders from your assertive **** and plead, "Dear, please control your urge from releasing your cum."

You give a sadistic grin and ask something more drastic, "Okay mom, question two. Will you be fine having ten dozen babies?"

Your mother abruptly push you off and scream, "Sweetie, I can't. That's way too many!!!"

Dr. Susan steps forward and says, "It's too late, madame. The dosage I administer in your bloodstream has already affected your ovaries. I'm certain by now, your son's pre-cum has fertilized that many ova. Probably more if my analysis is correct."

Your mother's eyes dilate with fear. Suddenly, her worries swept away with each passing minute.

Your mother guides your member into her soaking tunnel and say, "I'm such an awful wife for pushing you away."

This is an unexpected turn of events. Perhaps, Susan's information devastated your mother's hope, and the wish regain its control.

You wanted to see if your hypothesis is correct and asks an unethical question, "Mom, I want you to conceive thirty dozen babies. Is that a reasonable amount to have?"

"The fear I had earlier is a minor setback, but it won't happen again. And yes, thirty dozen babies is perfectly fine with me." Heather respond as she passionately kisses your lips for encouragement, "Indulged yourself in making mommy pregnant." She pulls you in and whispers, "Matter of fact, dear. It wouldn't make any difference if you ask for more. "

Seeing your mother submit to her own fears made your cock throb and say, "I always wanted to fuck you without restrictions, and having my seed feasting on the ova."

You examine your mother's expression and it shows a slight sign of resistance. Not that it matters, any hope she has will swiftly be destroyed. Still, that's not enough to satisfy your needs. You want to dominate your mother, and the only way to do this is to completely remove her inhibition.

"I wish my mother has every known fetish. Most importantly, she no longer cares about the risks. When my mother realize it's going to occur soon, she will be optimistic for it to happen."

Your mother lustfully gazes into your eyes and asks, "Tell me honestly, sweetie. Why do you want so many babies?"

You smile by your mother's expression and explain, "Hmmm...perhaps, having an excessive amount of ova to fertilize is arousing, and knowing there's risks involved is exciting."

"Everyone is entitled to have a fetish, baby. Take me for example, I have a variety of different fetish." Heather teasingly winks.

Your cock pulse deeply within her fold and say, "Really, you'll do it? What if..."

You're about to finish the question, but your mother presses her fingertips against your lips and says, "Hush dear, I already know what you're thinking. If it makes you happy, I'll let anything drastic unfold."

Heather wraps her legs around you and says, "You asked me earlier, if conceiving thirty dozen babies is worth the risks." She chuckles at implication, "Well, if you're turned on seeing me go through with the pregnancies. Then yes, it's definitely worth the risks."

What you're doing to your mother is morally wrong, but the power you had over her emotions set-off an adrenaline. After all, you did used a wish to revive a dead bird from deaths. However, you haven't test it on a living person, but belive the results will be the same. So, whatever happen can always be undone.

Clouded by the moment of ecstasy you penetration your mother more forcefully and say, "Mom, I need your next pregnancies to have all sign of complications." You slice your member in the depth of her tunnel and demand, "Don't procrastinate, make certain...ugh....it happens as quickly as possible."

Before asking another question you made a wish, "My mother will keep any promises."

Once the wish has taken a hold of your mother's behavior you asks, "Can you promise to let all compilations to occur as quickly as possible?"

Heather affectionally smiles at you as she replie, "I promise, dear." She purred in your ears, "Even at the moment of conceptions."

Satisfied with the answer you asked your mother's an impractical question and waited for her reaction.

"You're so silly, dear. My ovaries don't have a billion ova to fertilize." Heather chuckles and teasingly says, "But I do have an an idea,"

"What is it, mom?"

"Some ova end up with twins or even triplets but the chance of it occurring is very slim. What I'm suggesting is impossible, but if we can somehow make each ovum create several thousand embryo....." Heather said and deviously chuckles, "Or better yet, get each ovum to create a trillion embryos. My stomach will probably rupture at any given moment."

Your body spasms uncontrollably by your mother's information and ask, "Are you happy I'm mistreating your body to have so many babies?"

Your mother's mind is bombarded with a variety of event and say with obscenity, "Ughh...I love being a careless slut. Please, cum inside my needy cunt!!." Her mind concentrates on a particular risk, and cold shiver swept throughout her body, "Sweetie, I want to ask something. The real reason you wanted me to have a so many babies is to witness how large my stomach can get?"

You trust your cock deeper inside your mother and breathlessly reply, "That's right, I wanted your stomach bloating like a balloon."

Your mother run her fingers nails across your back and say with encouragement, "Well dear, if the concept turns you on. I have no problem with it. After all, that's the only useful things my body good for."

You both tightly held on to each other and violently organism.

Your mother conceal your cum from leaking and say, "Well dear, you're going to get your wish very shortly."

You tiresomely rest your body on top of hers and say, "Damn...I can't believe the wish can grant anything."

Your hands press against her firm stomach and ask with a revile tone, "Hmmm..can it happen instantly?"

You're trying to provoke your mother, but your attempt only made her smile.

"Probably. If not, it'll happen within a few minutes." Heather explains, but her subconscious is fighting to regain control over the wish.

Your manipulation finally paid off. But unexpectedly, your lust is linked with your family.

"I fully understand your twisted desire for us to have so many babies at once." Heather utter suddenly and says, "It never about risks, it's about dominating our bodies for pleasure, and discarding the pregnancies like a used condom."

You turn your attention to Emily, and she fearfully panics. She has witnessed your activities with your mother, and realize how you bypass the restriction. Like your mother, anything threatens her life will render your wish useless, and won't allow you to insert your member for even a moment. Trying to **** your little sister will make her scream, and draw a lot of people into the room. It not like you're completely evil. You're just an average guy with needs. You did some good with your wish by eliminating property, violent, and prejudices. But it's a whole different matter when it comes to your mother and sister. You **** your wish to make them have intercourse with you, and always coming up with bizarre ideas to keep things fresh.

You pause briefly to brainstorm a suitable approach, and smirk wickedly at your sister.

Emily quickly covers herself and frantically cry, "Please bro, I don't want to end up like our mother."

You put your mother's subconsciousness to sleep and swiftly transfer Emily's mind to your mother's body. Once done, you give it a functional cock.

Your sister view her body motionlessly laying on the bed and say, "I'm inside my mom's body, and she has a freaking dick?!!!" Realizing what you're planning she shouts, "God, are you seriously thinking of having me impregnate myself?!!"

Knowing your sister will cause a commotion you quickly use a wish,

"Emily, you'll believe the body you're inhabiting is your own. The body you see before you is artificially-created as a realistic sex doll. You have the urge to impregnate it. Also, anything I say is true."

Now is the time to see if your sister is going to follow your instructions.

"Hey sis, I want you to have the honor of knocking up my sex doll. Will you do it?"

Emily's cock twitches from hearing your offer and say, "Seriously, I can knock up your sex doll with multiple conceptions?" Giggles. "I don't mind, as long it's not me."

It appears you found a loophole to your sister's restrictions. If she believes the person in front of her isn't really herself, then the fear won't be triggered.

Emily slides her mother's body on top of hers, and swiftly plunge the entire length inside.

"Damn, bro. Her pussy is fucking tight." Emily say as she continues to **** her body.

Your sister notices you're having difficulties squeezing your member into her unresponsive lips and say, "I'll help you out, big bro." She grips the hair, and hence the head at descending speed, "Chock on my brother's cock, you stupid bitch!!!"

You find your sister's behavior rather amusing, considering she's unaware it's her own body, but that only made the activities more excited.

You wanted to savor the moment, but Dr. Susan interrupts you.

"I'm sorry for praying on your enjoyment, but there are a few important matters we need to discuss."

You erupt your potent seed in your sister's throat and asks, "What the urgency?"

"Your mother and sister will be discharges. Still, I'm concerned for your children. Taking care of four dozen is a lot of responsibility. Let alone, what you're planning for their next conceptions." Dr. Susan says and glares at you with disapproval, "Can you even support them?"

Realizing what she's saying is true. You use a wish to make yourself the richest person on earth, and eliminate everyone's suspicion.

"I don't think money will be an issue." You replied with an unconcerned tone.

"You better not disappoint my brother." Emily says to her body, and clogs the member in the depth of her womb, "He wants a freaking large pregnancies out of you!!"

Your sister glare at a few bottles over the counter and say, "Hmmm....I wonder if giving her fifteen bottles will make the pregnancies end sooner?"

Dr. Susan wanted to stop your sister, but you block her path and ask, "Can fifteen bottle actually do it?"

"I'm afraid so." Dr. Susan worrisomely replied.

"Let's see what happens." You say as you witness your sister injecting the **** into her bloodstream.

Emily erupts the remaining load in her birth canal and says, "Her pussy is worn out, big bro." She squeezes her fist in side and chuckles, "Damn, her needy cunt is loose."

You enjoy seeing your sister mistreating her own body, but you need to return things back to normal. When Emily returned to her body, she accumulated all the sensations at once.

Emily's slit gives out a compelling quiver and shout, "Oh my fucking God!!!"

Like your mother, all hope has been tarnished, and your wish has fully taken over her mind.

"Thank you for making me impregnate myself. And giving me the same amount of conceptions as our mother."

Before heading out to scout for a new home. Your mind swarms with an insidious thought. This isn't an average wish, and misusing it will have dire consequences.

You argue against it, but seeming your mother and sister molesting each other sways your decision.

"Hmmm...what harm can happen? I'm only keeping them like this way for a whiles. Besides, any complication arises. I can always use a wish to remove it."

Your heart rapidity beats as you say, "My fetish will be their motivation to continue developing their pregnancies. Also, each ova will create can an infinite amount of embryos."

_"Damn...that's the most dangerous wish I ever made." You chuckle and resumes with the wish, "I wish to remove the adaption from their bodies. Also, I want to increase the risks as high as possible until the pregnancies can end on a whim." You have taken a moment to contemplates, "Hmmm...the wish was a bit excessive. Do I really want to go through with this?"_

A malicious entity viewing your activity in the dark corner of the room and say, "The corruption is starting to consume your innocence, and you're unaware of the changes. Careful young mortal, your fetish might trigger the wish to act independently."

The next day, you return to the hospital with an unexpected circumstance. A part of you find the situation exhilarating but another part is wary.

"Whoa mom, your stomach stritching out nicely." You said while grinning devilishly.

Heather soothes her stomach and says, "Dear, our bodies finish releasing ova. It's noting special until you fertilize it."

Emily sneaks behind you and places a cloth against your noes. Your eyes loose focus and collapse on the surface.

"Don't worry, big bro. It's just chloroform."

You slowly drift unconsciously, and your mother says to your sister, "We have ****, dear. It unusual for us to have a pregnancies fetish, and this feeling is somehow connected to your brother."

Emily sighs as she says, "It's a good thing he didnt remove our freewill. Still thought, we can't keep him sedated foreverrr. What if he need to eat?"

"You can **** feed with through a tube." Dr. Susan suggested and advise, "I know it's hush. But if he decide to remove our freewill. He's probably going to do something stupid again. And frankly, I don't want to end up as a mindless sex doll."

Emily gaze at the pregnancies and says, "Dammit, he made us unable to get an abortion."

"You think that's bad. At least he didn't make you sleep around with random strangers." Dr. Susan exclaim as her body shudders from anxiety, "And pregnancies isn't the only thing I need to worry about. There's a probability of me catching some kind of disease."

"We need him to undo the menmepulation." Heather said and then asks, "Any suggestions?"

"Well, we can't wake him up and ask nicely. That's idiot will likely make us go through with the pregnancies." Emily said and her mother says, "I don't think we have a choice."

"Why not?" Emily asked with a wary expression and Heather replies, "Because your brother made me conceive countless babies." Her stomach uncontrollably convulse and resumes explaining, "And menmepulated the pregnancies rapidly develop."

"Can't you hold on until we figure something out?" Emily asked and Heather stressfully replies, "I can't. He made sure the pregnancies takes every available space."