It's time to end this

You huff and shake your head, deciding it's time to complete the challenge and see if you can undo all of this chaos. You glance up at the upstairs window to make sure your sister and your old buddy weren't watching you, then you glanced over at your most recent victim.

You caught his eye and with three gestures of your head told him you wanted to come over for some quick fun. He gave you a sad smile as he pointed upstairs and shook his head. His parents were home and they weren't too happy about him choosing a life of a muscle bound pool boy. He tilted his head and pointed at the basement entrance, putting a hushing finger in front of his mouth.

You rolled your eyes and agreed to the terms. Their basement was a dingy place, it felt like all the disgust of the sins being done in the house pooled up down there, but beggars can't be choosers. You get up with a determined bounce and moved towards his house, expertly keeping out of sight from the second floor windows by walking behind various garden trees.

As you come across you notice the kid- his real name is Carl you finally remember, and he's definitely no innocent kid no more - putting away his phone as he'd just sent a message. "Long time no see," he muttered casually as he opened the basement door, letting you walk past on bare feet with your heels in hand. "having a bad day?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you half of it," you say with a sigh. "but you can help me fix it," you say with a smirk over your shoulder as you walk past him inside the basement.

"I'm sure I can," Carl says as he closes the door behind you.

"Fuck, this wasn't what I had in mind!" you finally manage to get out as you realize you've been duped. From the moment you came into the basement he's been all about your pleasure. And all your attempts at reciprocation had been suspiciously rebuffed. And now he'd lubed up after a long petting session and had snuck his way into your asshole. Which apparently was as slutty and ready for action as the rest of your body.

"Maybe not, but it's what your sister would want," Carl said as he began pistoning your asshole even harder, bringing you towards a climax quickly.

You flash back to the moment before you came down the basement and see Carl putting away his phone. If this was a movie, you would see your a shot of your sister and your former male buddy, now blonde bunny, giggling from an upstairs window as they got a thumbs up back from Carl as he let you into his basement.

"She told you to make me cum first? the bastards-" you say before you interrupt yourself with a loud moan, climaxing.

After a few minutes of an exquisite orgasm kept running by your pool boy neighbor looking to climax as well, you feel Carl fill your ass with his seed. Was this your life now? The neighborhood butt slut? Nothing else but a big dick in the ass could make you cum as hard. That damn app! and now your sister had turned you into a nymphomaniac that made her living off streaming on onlyfans.

"Fine, you win this one," you say to nobody in particular as you clap shave and a haircut unceremoniously, making the world turn white.

You come back to reality and find yourself lying on the living room table, with a more mature and patriarchal Carl with salt and pepper hair lapping up your throbbing pussy. "God, you're good with that tongue," you say after catching your breath.

"You've been saying that for a long while, honey" he smirks as he gets back up on his feet and picks up a box of wet wipes. You pull out a few and wipe yourself drip dry before getting off the table and wiping it clean too before your fluids taint the wood.

Who are you kidding, this table has been covered in your juices for years. Wait, isn't this the first time you've been eaten out on this table?

Also, Honey?

"Shit," you say as you glance at the photos on the walls, seeing you in a wedding dress and Carl in a tuxedo suit. He's got a decade on you, but he had no qualms charming you into marriage at the ripe age of 19. You look at your left hand's ring finger and see the gold ring.

"Wow, your sister was right," Carl says as he wraps a towel around his waist. "Is it the biological clock ticking?"

"No," you scoffed as you finally remembered what you came here for. The app, the effects! It was getting to you! Making you forget more and more with every orgasm, and changing the world step by step. "Anyway, why are you getting dressed?" You say as you walk over to him and put your hands on his hips, smiling mischievously but with a hint of determination.

"You haven't cummed yet," you say as you pull the towel off him, drop it to the wooden floor, and put your knees onto it.

"Well, I figured you needed the day off..."

"Nonsense," you say as you begin rubbing his still pretty erect dick in front of your face. "You know the rules in this house: I cum, you cum."

Carl sighed and placed his legs wide and put his arms behind his back. "If you insist," he said, not unhappy about his predicament.

You had to admit to yourself, giving a blowjob after being sodomized, eaten out and coming down from an orgasm... not the optimal experience. You'd prefer going back and forth before post nut clarity let anxiety get back inside from the dog house. Still, you didn't mind too much, sucking cocks had been your doctor's prescription since your age of consent after all.

As Carl filled your mouth, the phone in your purse made a dinging sound. "Finally!" you said after swallowing his impressive load.

"Your pregnancies hunger pangs are a bit out of the ordinary," Carl said with a chuckle as he handed you a yoghurt from the fridge. He was leaning against the kitchen island and his music was tuned up slightly on a bluetooth speaker.

"Oh shit," you say as you glance down and notice you still had a bit of a bump, and you were wearing a form fitting cyan dress and a white open shirt. Was it your sister's baby still? No, it had been a birthday gift from Carl. They grow so quickly, after all.

"I need to skip across the fence and give my sister a talking to," you say and give him a look that told him he wasn't in the clear either. Maybe not in too deep shit, but at least a cat poop in the lawn depth.

"Tell her I said hello," Carl said with a smile as he turned up the volume on the sound system in the kitchen. "You might want to go the long way around..." he suggested as you didn't hear what he said at the end, walking downstairs into the basement.

"Mom!" A blonde girl with twin tails and rainbow thigh socks squealed in embarrassment as you barged into a scene. Beyond the socks, she was naked, lying on her back in the white leather couch, impaled on some jock's cock.

"Hi mom," A pretty identical girl with long blonde hair said from the other couch. She was leaning back into another naked jock who was snuggling her neck and teasing her tits.

"I'm sorry Charlie and Donna," you say as you glance away and keep your momentum going through the room. "I forgot you were home I'm just going through I'll use the front door on the way back I'm-" you say as you close the door. "Sorry..." you say quietly with a deep sigh. You hear Charlie's muted squeal of frustration and Donna's giggle.

Wait. Wasn't Carl's dad's name Charlie, and his mother's Donna? Whatever they were, they were now your twin daughters, following in your high heeled footsteps.

Also, how old were you now? Mid thirties? You glanced down at yourself. Well, at least you age well...

You shake your head and put on a pair of garden boots standing by the door and briskly go onto the lawn towards your former home. No lawn cat poop was going to stop you from resolving this situation now.