Does Something Need to Be Done?

Jonas couldn’t think of why, how, or even where the action originated.

Something just snapped in his mind.

Wimpy? How could his slut of a mother call him wimpy? Where he fought to escape and resist. Something inside him told him his mother just surrendered. Relishing every moment of it.

Which wasn’t entirely true.

Not that it mattered to her now, as she howled in perverse delight. Amused her son found the perverse backbone not to lash out, but to surrender to the primal instincts the Idol sought to empower in all those it touched.

Jonas had charged forward, and where Amanda had stepped clear, his mother was knocked to the ground. His new body seemed to react almost instinctively to the wolf harlot, the crab like claws firmly grabbing her and clutching her tight to the underside of his chest, his serpent like cock snaking its way blindly into her snatch giving Jonas the first relief from Amanda’s corruption of him.

Jonas stood there on all fours, gasping head tilted slightly back as he felt the pleasures of his new body, or should we say their new body. As his serpent cock pumped and squirmed within his mother she fondled his new breasts, kneading the flesh and drawing the first **** droplets of delicious corrupting essence from what had been simply her son.

Amanda pet her new creation with delight, chuckling as she circled Jonas as if inspecting a show animal. Debating what other improvements she could make.

Provoking a howl of delight from his mother as Jonas went rigid from the latest sting Amanda massaged the swollen testicles just after her strike.

“Don’t want you accidentally making more of yourself.” Amanda soothingly remarked as Jonas found his mind growing foggy as it tried to clutch the scattering thoughts of why he shouldn’t be compliant. Standing upright he used his gorilla like hands to lifts and lower his mother on his now rigid cock, eager to feel it sink deep into her.

Unaware that his soul obstructed the delight of cumming in his mother, as he increasingly enjoyed pleasing her with his monstrous body.

Amanda’s latest sting meanwhile changed his balls. His testicles had been deprived of generating any transformative essence, leaving their essence akin to the corruptive breast milk Jonas was now enjoying lactating.

Jonas’s mind found its thoughts in a stupor as their body seemed to act entirely on its own. Struggling thoughts trying to comprehend just what they were, what were they becoming, how could they be fucking their own mother?

How could she be fucking them! How they could both be enjoying it so fully!

Screaming out Jonas gasped as they felt Kristen deflower their virgin recently developed hole. Dropping to all fours any attempt at Jonas’s mind rallying felt shattered as it began to perceive the new true potential pleasure of their body.

Kristen howled out alongside her former son, relishing the perversions the whelp was receiving. “HARDER BITCH! FUCK MOMMY HARDER!” Kristen called out as her own phallic tail aggressively returned the fucking she was receiving, her mouth eagerly resuming suckling on the now E cup breasts the crab like arms clung her against while fucking her.

Should I add a tail? Should we strip its soul? Do I want to leave it able to speak? Circling the cousin that had put her in this place Amanda wondered if the roles were reversed just what she might’ve become. Not that it mattered to her, stroking her hands across her new body she looked into the still unchanged face of Jonas.

Their eyes were starting to glow.

Of course, there was his inherent prior corruption. Amanda grinned stroking her cousin’s face affectionately. She didn’t need to lash him with her tail anymore, his incestuous act was fueling the completion of his evolution.

Laying down before Jonas, Amanda spread her legs and began to stroke her pussy. Her phallic tail teasing at her slit as she watched Kristen proudly enjoy what had been her son.

Stunned by the latest climax to roll through them Jonas dropped their mother free. Panting heavily the body was quickly losing its alien feel, all as Kristen continued to relentlessly fuck into them.

Some random thoughts tried to push back on the incursion into its identity, increasingly unable to revoke what they had become, was becoming.

Rearing up Jonas cried out in hopes of achieving the evasive orgasmic release. Their tail reciprocating their mother’s acts entirely with a mind all its own as the snake like member seemed to have grown longer to avoid losing its burrow.

What Jonas couldn’t see, and was trying to get used to feeling was the lack of true thrusting the penile limb did. Once his had penetrated as deep as it could it had clung on within Kristen. Small fangs delivering potent aphrodisiacs as its body pulsed in size and pace like air pumping in, out and along a balloon.

The sensation was revolutionary for Kristen, her perverted mind eager to admit her uncorrupted self would be hard pressed to resist the sensations.

Trying to cum once more Jonas’s face contorted in frustration to a chuckle from their cousin.

“Want it to stop? Want to feel that climactic release?” Amanda taunted, still undecided if she was willing to let Jonas’s soul go to easily. She had been cum in or on an uncountable number of times before she heard the Idol’s whispers, its offers, and the sweet promise it made.

Jonas looked at her with pleading eyes, biting their lip and nodding vigorously.

“Then ask me to fuck your ass.” Amanda responded with foreboding ominous connotation.

“YES! DO IT SON!” Kristen howled out from beneath the beast, eager to participate in her first double penetration of someone else.

Over joyed to make it her child.