Make them clean the kitchen

Edward plucked the marker from behind his ear. The cap popped off with a sound that made both Josh and Mary flinch. Josh still pinned beneath Mary’s milk-slick thighs, his chocolate-coated chest heaving. Edward exhaled sharply through his nose, the scent of cocoa and spoiled milk thick in the air.

He reached for Josh first. The marker’s tip hovered over the phrase CHOCOLATE BOY scrawled across Josh’s shoulder blade. With a few swift strokes, Edward scratched it out. Josh’s back arched violently, his caramel skin paling to its original tan. Though his body remained slight, his cock still pitifully small between his thighs.

Mary made a noise of protest, her fingers tightening in Josh’s curls. “W-wait-!”

Edward didn’t. He turned the marker on her next, dragging it through the word LACTATING on her inner wrist. Mary gasped as her swollen breasts deflated with an audible slosh, milk dribbling from her nipples in thin, dying spurts before drying up entirely. Her tits settled back into their natural size, still full, but no longer obscene. She shuddered, her thighs squeezing around Josh’s hips reflexively.

“Kitchen,” Edward said.“Clean it. Now.” His voice was unnaturally commanding. Josh stood up first, his legs wobbling. Mary followed, her movements sluggish, her fingers twitching toward the dish sponge. They moved like puppets, their bodies obeying even as their eyes burned with humiliation.

Josh’s slender hands trembled as he scrubbed Nutella streaks from the floor. Mary knelt beside him, wiping up the pooled milk and chocolate with a rag, her cheeks flushed. Edward watched from the doorway, his arms crossed, the marker tucked between his fingers like a conductor’s baton. Every so often, Josh’s gaze flicked to Edward’s crotch, his throat bobbing.