Evil Stepmom Volunteers

While Annie and I panicked, Sam yawned and put her rubber-soled feet on the table. "Why are you two so worried? They shouldn't notice anything weird."

Annie juggled the sample jars while I scrambled to put on my sweatpants. "We have no idea who that is! It could be the FBI, the CIA, some other secret agency that deals with magic!" Annie stuffed the jars into my fridge.

"The TSA?" Sam smirked

"Exactly! The TS..." Annie glared at the android.

I put my arm around her waist. "Before you two start flirting again. I'm pretty sure it's just my dad's girlfriend. Annie, can you change your clothes into something else?"

She looked at her skimpy lap coat and boots. "What's wrong with them?"

I stared at her entirely uncovered pussy, navel, deep valley of cleavage, and the pink areola peeking out. I sighed. "Nothing. You're adorable as always." I kissed her on the forehead. She giggled.

Stella chose that moment to walk in, arms weighed down by bags, wearing a sundress with a plunging neckline and strappy sandals with an impractical heel. "Heyyy, Mason. So glad you could help me with the door. Richard must be sooo proud to have raised such a helpful..." There she goes. Annie's jaw slowly opened wider and wider and Sam sat up straight with a flat look on her face while Stella continued ranting.

"...but no! You're too busy fooling around with your little girlfriend—you can definitely do better than him, sweetie— to help me." The curvy blonde finally finished setting everything down and put her manicured hands on her hips. "Well? Did you finally run out of excuses?" She glared at me behind her gaudy sunglasses.

"Oh, Hello Stella! I didn't hear you come in, I thought you were gonna be at your 'sister's' all weekend." She huffed. "I'd like you to meet my girlfriend Annie, and this is Sam." The android jutted her chin out at her dismissive look.

Annie, to her credit, tried to shake Stella's hand. They went up and down once before Stella dropped her hand and turned away.

"Ugh, I can't wait until you leave for college." Her heels clicked on the hardwood as she walked to my dad's bedroom.

Sam looked at me. "That's your stepmom?" Her jaw was tight.

"She's only his girlfriend technically, but she's been living here for five years so..."

"Does she always act like that?" Annie looked close to tears and buried her face into my shoulder.

I pet her head, any negative emotions still a bit too much for her. "That was actually pretty mild, either she liked you or her other boyfriend fucked her good last night."

"She's cheating on your dad?" Annie was flabbergasted.

"Yeah, dad didn't believe me when I told him and she managed to hide the evidence. I don't think he even cares that much if she fucks other guys on the side. They don't like each other much, I've never seen them even hug.

"Why are they even dating?" Sam asked.

I shrugged. "She looks nothing like Mom and she has a great ass. Not a bad cook either."

Sam and Annie exchanged a glance. They nodded and looked to me.

"No." I said firmly. "Absolutely not. I am not putting my dick anywhere near Stella."

"You don't have to, I can suck you off and kiss her. And poof! No more bitchy Karen." Sam smiled when my dick twitched in my sweatpants.

Annie put her hand on my crotch. Her pink eyes pleading. "Pleeease, Mason? Do it for science?"

Sam laughed, "You just like to watch."

"That too."

"I..." Both of them pouted at me. My fragile resolve crumbled. "Fine, but we're not fucking her, I'll try to see if I can make her loyal to my dad or something. Got it?" I crossed my arms, trying to pretend I was the one in charge here. They cheered.

Less than a minute later I was sat down with two girls taking turns sucking my cock.

"Really Mason? In the kitchen? You better wipe up any mess you leave." Stella had changed into an old pair of jeans and one of Dad's old sweatshirts. The flicker of anger I felt at this woman wearing the same sweatshirt that Mom used to sleep in made what we were about to do even easier.

I groaned. "Don't worry, we'll keep things spotless." Sam eagerly accepted my cum.

A switch flipped in my head and the familiar energy gathered in my balls. This time it was even less exhausting and my thoughts stayed clear. I molded some metaphysical quality of my cum.

Loyalty Obedience Submission

My cum flashed a subdued steel gray as it flowed into Sam's mouth. It swirled and wobbled unsteadily in her mouth, like it knew the android was an invalid target. I had to focus to keep it stable as Sam ambled up to Stella.

"Urgh! Mason! What the fuck is in the fri—Mmmhmphf!?" Sam bent Stella's head down and pulled her into a forceful kiss. The blonde seemed annoyed then surprised as she swallowed my cum. She started humming at the taste. My dick hardened and Annie wiggled in my lap as we watched.

Stella seemed dazed as she broke the kiss, mouth open and face red as she breathed. "Wow, I see why you keep this thing arou—" She froze in place. Her green eyes glowed steel gray.

Sam guided her to the ground. "Do we want to record any of this Annie? That's how science works, right? Unless you write it down it's just fuckin' around." Annie gasped and ran off to find her phone.

I stood to watch. I didn't even try to hide my arousal as a woman I'd known for seven years warped and changed within a shimmering gray aura.

Annie ran in, already recording. "Here we have subject three. Early thirties blonde. About 5'8" and 145 pounds. Possible silicone implants. The subject was given the mutagenic agent through an intermediary—"

"Mutagenic agent?" Sam laughed.

Annie blushed. "I'm not gonna call it magic cum in official records!"

I raised an eyebrow. "We're hardly gonna submit this for peer review."

The android sighed fondly and shook her head. "How did I get stuck with you two nerds?"

Any response we could have made was interrupted by Stella giving a final flash of light.

If I had to describe the new Stella in one word, it would be gray.

All the color seemed to have been drained out of her. Her hair? Platinum blonde. Her skin? Milk white. Her eyes? Silver. Even her outfit was a charcoal gray maid uniform.

She gasped and Sam helped her sit up, her breasts were a touch larger and barely wobbled in her frilly blouse. With a grace Stella had never shown she stood up and took in her surroundings, her silver eyes blank and her expression confused, she looked at least a decade younger. Her hips and ass hadn't noticeably changed, though her legs were more toned.

Her eyes widened when she saw me. I tensed in preparation for a confrontation, but she simply clasped her gloved hands to her chest and bowed at the waist.

"I am at your service, Master." Her voice was quiet and smooth with a faint musical quality to it.

She stayed like that. Back straight and sensible shoes pressed together.

"Stella, tell me what you remember." She didn't react. "Stella." Annie and I exchanged looks. "Maid. Answer me."

This time she peeked through the curtain of her hair. She jumped and bowed her head deeper. "My apologies, Master! I did not know you were referring to me. I remember it is my purpose to serve you in whatever way you wish." Her perfect poise broke when she wiggled her hips ever so slightly.

My mouth was dry. "You don't remember who you were? You may stand to answer."

She rose smoothly, a placid little smile on her dark gray lips. "If I may be so bold, I suppose I was named Stella, before you owned me. I know almost nothing of what I was like however, my memory begins in this room and I know in my soul that I am meant to serve you." She licked her lips with a teasing glint in her eyes.

Calm down, Mason. She's gift for your father, Mason. Sam wasn't helping, she'd been sitting in the corner playing with her pussy this whole time. Annie had never stopped recording and rolling her hips on my erection. I pulled her onto my lap as I sat back down. She wiggled into place happily.

I cleared my throat. "Yes, your name is Stella. Your purpose here is to maintain this household and serve as a sexual companion for my father when he returns tomorrow evening."

My new Maid's eyes flickered with disappointment, she stared at Annie's movements with sadness. Ah! No, no sad eyes! Resist!

Stella bowed her head. "As you wish, Master. I look forward to serving your father or...anyone else you may desire. I'm honored that you've chosen me. I swear that your home will be pristine and you and your guests shall never go hungry." She smiled and turned back to the fridge to prepare dinner. Of course, she just had to start at the bottom shelf and bend at the waist. Her skirt was very short and her uniform didn't seem to come with any underwear.

Annie squealed and giggled as I pounded her bouncy bimbo body into the kitchen table, the sturdy oak shaking with every thrust.

Sam was content to watch. Smug smile on her face.