Daniel Jr

"Sara, what are you doing to mom? Is this, am I actually seeing this?" At the door, the only man who lived in the house stood wide-eyed and agog, his bag hanging limply off of his shoulder. Even though it was in the low 80s outside, he was wearing a loose-fitting hoodie over his slightly heavy frame, long ratty black jeans covering his long legs. His sleeves were rolled up, one of them dropping as he stood there in stunned silence. Ever the artist, his clothes were splattered with errant drips and drops of paint and it was obvious that he'd just gotten back from the studio at the local college.

He stood stock-still as Sara shifted inside of their mother, her massive cock wantonly moving inside of the womb that birthed both of them, swollen with so much cum that Miriam looked like she was pregnant with quintuplets and ready to pop. Miriam, to her credit, wasn't in any sort of state to react to being caught. She was wrapped up in orgasmic bliss, and only felt the basest of urges. Bringing her other teat up to her own mouth, Miriam started to drink her own milk as her eyes looked up and focused on a point a thousand miles away, a slight smile on her lips.

Sara didn't want to pull out. She didn't want to do anything but bask in the afterglow of something she never wanted to stop doing. Fuck, maybe she should go to therapy instead of warping her mom into a breeding whore. But there was the problem, Daniel, the outlier in Sara's familial lust. The only one that didn't fit, and despite how small he tried to keep himself, he always stuck out like a sore thumb. Their eyes were matched, and Sara reached down without breaking eye contact, "Don't worry DJ. This is all just... some sort of psychosexual break you're having. No one is here."

"No one..." He muttered, and flinched, before freezing. Sara was much faster than she had been before her own changes, and Daniel Jr. had ducked, assuming she was going to throw something at him. Instead, the world was stopped, and he was stuck as a tableau of simpering effeminacy that their father always hated to see. Dad once said DJ really was the weakest of them, when he was supposed to be the strongest. Sara might not share that opinion, but he still was a problem she didn't want to have to deal with right now. Aware of her basest desires, Sara pulled out of her mother with a satisfying slurp. A quick adjustment with her phone and Miriam's cervix closed down tight around the cum inside, trapping it so it didn't pour out all at once when time restarted. Sara looked at her brother, and at her phone, and walked away.

"Why couldn't it have been one of my sisters?" Sara asked herself, opening up the fridge and grabbing a carton of orange juice. Padding naked around her kitchen, she took down a plate and started making herself a sandwich. Her snack fixed, she leaned against the counter as she pondered at him. Her bare ass against the counter in the middle of the day for the first time ever, Sara was too distracted by her predicament. "Daniel, Daniel, Daniel. DJ. Deej, for like, a week." She muttered to herself, before taking a bite. Pulling herself up onto the counter, she felt her balls actually rest against something cool for the first time. It was nice. Something she could get used to.

"If only I had something to work with the likes of you. But I'm gonna be honest, cis guys aren't my thing, and sissification doesn't do it for me. I don't want to warp you into my sister against your will." She mused, not giving a shit as she ate with her mouth half full, "Maybe I could make you into the Chadlyest Chad to ever Chad. But I don't want other pretenders to the throne."

She tried to take a swig of the juice and was met by the rude reality of time being stopped. Liquids don't flow. Tucking her legs in under her, she sat crossed-legged as she opened the silverware drawer beneath her, and grabbed out a long-stemmed spoon. Scooping out a bit like sorbet, she held the solidified liquid up to her mouth, and as it crossed into her lips, it poured as a liquid down her throat. Weird. "Maybe I could turn you into the butler. Make you do nothing but clean up my cummies around the house, cuck you to be the servant for your own little sister."

Taking down another spoonful of juice, she tentatively released the spoon into the world around her and smirked when it didn't drop. Similarly letting go of the juice bottle, she focused on her subject and her sandwich. "Maybe I could just wipe you from the family. Get rid of you. I mean, you stick out like a sore thumb. Our family should just be us girls, and you always make everything so fucking awkward. I mean, have you ever contributed to a decent conversation?"

Sandwich in hand, she walked across the room and grabbed her phone, "Nah, that's too much. I'll just NPC you. Remove all thought, intent, or need from you apart from the bare minimum. You aren't bad, I just don't want you in my story. Sorry Deej, but we'll fuck the day away in front of you and it'll be as banal as reruns of Greys to you." Confidently, Sara opened up the app, ready to move forward, and immediately stopped. Her hands went slack, and while the sandwich stayed just where it was, her phone fell from her hand, and clattered to the ground, thankfully undamaged due to the case.