Maybe it's time to see how the app could help?

Sara closed the door to her bedroom with a resolute slam. It seems like having a fat cock and planting the fetish for them in someone's mind wasn't the right way to go about this. If she wanted to turn her home into her breeding harem, she was going to have to play with her new app a bit more. Picking up her phone, the screen unlocked at her thumbprint and an audible click. It was sitting pretty at about seventy percent. Opening the app, Lita was in the corner, ready to give another tutorial.

"Looks like your phone died while using the app." The little gal squiggled and squeaked, cocking her hip to one side. "Did you know you can alter things around you that aren't just people? Just hold your phone up to them, and they will let you make changes. To alter this device, simply open your phone's settings." With a shrug, Sara opened up the settings. First and foremost, she fixed the battery. It now always stayed at least up at 90 percent and would induct electricity from things around her should it fall below. She dismissed the warning about draining life **** in a scenario in which she did not have access to radiant electricity. Next, she wanted a little bit of magic. It took a bit of fiddling, but she figured out how to get it so that when she commanded mentally and snapped her fingers, her phone would appear in her hand.

Turning back to herself, Sara decided that she needed more help than good looks and a fat cock. Under Body, she found her pheromone dispersal. A fan of ABO, she always liked the idea of her musk having an alluring power. She set herself to have a musk that would disperse when she was aroused that would wear down the will of people around her, and more easily let her cross the lines she wanted to help her family across. She cleared up any issues her body had with exhaustion, allowing her to fuck as long as she wanted, cum as many times as she wanted, and as often as she wanted. Cumming would never dehydrate her anymore, no matter how much she sprayed throughout the house. She took a moment to ensure that genetic issues from **** were all but impossible, and her sperm could only make females or futas, with men entirely trimmed out from her gene pool moving forward.

Sara paused the world again and slipped out of her room. Silence encapsulated her as she walked down the usually creaky stairs. Holding the phone up towards her mother, she smirked. She was deeply frustrated, mad, and aroused. Sara decided to see what she could do to help that along. Keeping the changes to appear to Miriam as if they'd always been true, Sara saw that **** had moved from curious to contemplating, and Sara went ahead and dropped inbreeding right there next to her raging breeding fetish. She took this time to alter her mother's flexibility and elasticity, scrubbing away any orthopedic issues, allowing Miriam to take any size shaft that was presented to her, in any hole, and swell to accommodate gallons upon gallons of liquid. A fan of shitty futa stories, Sara made sure she could do her favorite thing with her mother, turning her cervix into an orifice that can be fucked without the risk of hurting Miriam or any child borne within. She also took the liberty of postponing her mother's menopause for a decade or two further, and went ahead and ensured that Miriam would start ovulating whenever she smelled Sara's musk so long as she wasn't already pregnant. She decided against actually de-aging her mother, but did her a favor in smoothing away her cellulite and getting rid of any body hair.

Sara stripped the last of her clothes, and set her shorts, warm with her own wet pussy, into her mother's hand, before she slipped out of the room. She wondered if the musk would flow off of her while time was stopped. Ah well, soon we'll see.