Dave freaks out

“Stop it!” Dave barked, grabbing her wrists and pushing her back gently but firmly. She froze, her head tilting like a confused doll, waiting for the next command. He turned to Abbie, his voice shaking with fury. “Undo it, Abbie. Now. This isn’t what I want—you can’t just… just turn her into this!”

Abbie’s smile faltered, a flicker of jealousy tightening her features. “Why not? She was going to ruin everything. I did this for you—for us. Those girls got to have you today, and I had to leave.” She stood, her enhanced beauty radiating a dangerous allure as she stepped closer.

Abbie’s eyes softened, her voice taking on a pleading tone, though the edge of her dangerous confidence never wavered. “Dave, listen to me—this is good,” she insisted, gesturing toward their mother, who stood frozen, her wrists still limp in his grasp. “She’s my loving, devoted **** now. She’ll do anything for me, and since pleasing you makes me happy, it’ll make her happy too. Don’t you see? It’s perfect. We’re a family, united by this… by magic. No more fighting, no more secrets.”

Dave’s stomach twisted, his mind reeling as he tried to process her words. He shook his head, his grip tightening on their mother’s wrists, though she didn’t resist. “Abbie, this isn’t right. This has gone to far! You can’t just—”

“Tell him, Mom,” Abbie interrupted, her tone sharp and commanding as she turned to their mother. “Tell him how you feel.”

Their mother’s head straightened, her eyes locking onto Dave’s with complete sincerity. “I’m happy, David,” she said, her voice flat but laced with a **** warmth. “Serving Abbie brings me joy. And if pleasing you pleases her, then it’s what I want too. This is good for us. For all of us.” Her lips curved into a smile.

He let go of her wrists, stumbling back a step as the weight of the situation crashed over him. His chest heaved, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he stared between Abbie and their mother. This was too much—too twisted, too far beyond anything he’d ever wanted. The magic had been a thrill, a rush, a way to live out fantasies he’d never dared voice. But this? This was a nightmare. “You’re insane,” he whispered, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and fury. “Both of you. Abbie, stop this. Undo it, or I swear I’ll never touch you again. I’ll never even look at you.”

Abbie’s face fell, her sultry confidence cracking as panic flickered in her eyes. “No,” she said, her voice breaking. “You don’t mean that, Dave. I need you—I need to please you. It’s everything to me. Whatever it takes, I’ll make you see that.”

This must be a result of Dave waiting so long to have physical contact with Abbie. She is obsessed with him and that makes her dangerous. Abbie began crying, pleading on her knees in front of him, clawing at his legs. "Please Dave, just let me serve you I need it."

Dave mind was racing to fast. His dick was throbbing in his pants looking at his naked mother and devoted goddess sister, but this situation was out of control. "I'll find a way to fix this Abbie I promise. I'll make it so you don't feel this way anymore. To hell with what the website said."

Abbie froze in horror. She didn't want to be fixed. Serving Dave was her whole purpose. She needed to do whatever it took to please him. Dave had threatened this very purpose. Dave was the problem here. She didn't need to fix the world around him. She needed to fix Dave. And she had the power to do it.

She straightened, her resolve hardening as she turned to their mother. “Hold him down.”

Before Dave could react, their mother lunged at him with a speed and strength he hadn’t expected. Her hands clamped around his arms, her grip iron-tight as she twisted him around, forcing him toward the couch. “What the—Mom, stop!” he shouted, struggling against her. He was stronger, his muscles straining as he tried to break free, but her devotion to Abbie fueled her with an unnatural tenacity. She pushed him down, her body pressing against his back, pinning him to the cushions with all her weight. “Let me go, damn it!”

“Shh, honey,” she murmured, her voice disturbingly calm as she held him. “This is for your own good.”

Abbie moved quickly, her fingers deftly plucking a single hair from his head as he thrashed. “Abbie, don’t you dare!” he roared, but their mother’s hand clamped over his mouth, muffling his words before he could counter her command. His eyes widened in panic, his muffled protests vibrating against her palm as he fought to free himself. She was relentless, her strength driven by Abbie’s will, and he couldn’t shake her off.

Abbie held the hair up to the light, her lips curling into a triumphant smile as she met his furious gaze. “I’m sorry, Beanpole,” she said, her voice soft but unyielding. “I can’t lose you. I won’t. You’ll see—this is what you need, even if you don’t know it yet.” She turned toward the coffee table, where the candle from her earlier spell still sat, its wax pooled and cold. She lit it with a match from her pocket, the flame flickering to life as she began to murmur words Dave couldn’t quite hear over his own muffled struggles.