Eroteq

Your mom drives you to her house and lets you both in. You crash on the couch and tell her to go get some food. You're so hungry! She hands you a couple of different takeaway menus and then tuts to herself. She starts cleaning up the trail of cum and spit that's been dripped across her floor. You just scratch your slimy balls and decide what to eat.

It's amazing how normal walking around butt-naked feels now! It's so much easier to jerk your mammoth tool whenever you get horny. Then again, with every woman in the world now wearing the title of 'David's personal fuck-toy', you could easily walk up to the first person you see, grab her head and use her mouth to masturbate with. So it's unlikely you'll ever need to use your own hands again!

There are no women in this house besides Sarah, however. She lives alone. You could always go and explore the area after eating. In the meantime, being naked around your regular old mom is kind of weird, so you go to the guest room and find some boxers, an old pair of jeans and t-shirt. Then you carry them to the bathroom to take a much needed hot shower while your mom makes the call for a couple of pizzas. The water is relaxing, and washes away the sloppy mess that had been building up ever since you first face-fucked Kristi.

It's only on your way out of the bathroom that you notice the large silver case on the floor next to the sink. A picture of a glamorous model stares out from the cover art - the slogan reads:

'Self improvement made easy!'

The company logo is a pair of concentric circles that look suspiciously like boobs with the words 'EroTeq Pharmaceuticals' printed over the top. You crack open the case. Inside lies row after row of compartments, each containing bottles of pills and tubes of creams.

"Hey mom!" you shout to her, "what's with all these weird ****?"

"The one's by the sink?" she calls back from the kitchen. "They're from a beauty clinical trial I signed up for a while back. The woman who gave them to me called and said there were some legal problems with them though - something about the high concentration making them too risky and... unethical, or something? She's coming to re-collect them later. Just leave them there okay? Don't play with them!"

Yeah, okay. Whatever. You glance at the bathroom door to confirm that it's locked, then start rummaging through the case. There's a bewildering variety of **** in here, each with a simple, one word label printed on the side. Some describe colours, others are descriptions of mental or physical states. One bottle simply reads 'Obedience[+]', for example. Another just says 'Colour[Red]'. They seem to be stored in opposite pairs, with a bottle of Size[+] next to a bottle of Size[-], for example.

Extra-potent mind and body altering ****, eh? Having dinner with your mom just got a lot more interesting! A quick glance over your shoulder confirms the bathroom door is still closed. You smirk and start rummaging through the illicit stash, plucking out the pills and gels that catch your eye...