Meanwhile by the Pool

Saturday Morning 6:45 am.

“Mia, leave the boy alone and come swimming. He’ll text you back when he’s good and ready,” I implored my daughter.

Since arriving at the community pool she hadn’t taken her eyes off that damn phone, hung up on Bradley or Brady or whatever cute boy of the month was on her radar. She was currently propped up in one of the pool chairs, typing furiously, her oversized sunglasses perched atop her forehead like a crown.

“I’m not texting Brody. I’m snapchatting Isa to see if she knows who was with him last night,” My favorite 19 year old replied, her golden phone case standing out against the triangles of her black bikini . I just sighed and returned to my exercises, bobbing patiently along in the shallows.

With her long brown legs and jet black hair, Mia was the spitting image of her auntie. My sister had always been the pretty one, turning heads of tourists and res boys alike whenever she put flowers in her hair. I on the other hand was so plain, a little more cushion for the pushin' as Mia’s father used to say, but never one to warrant a second glance unless the onlooker liked round thighs.

I turned back to the skinny girl. She just kept ignoring me, so I spoke with the dread voice of my own mother to see if that would get her.

"MIA CLEARWATER, don't make me get out of this pool..."

"I'm done, I'm done one second." That seemed to change her attitude, and dropping the phone into our towel bag she finally moved to join me.

"I'm sorry Mama. I just have to keep up appearances, you know," Mia said smiling luminously as she pulled me into a hug. "You wouldn't want your only daughter to have a boring college life. It's hard to be smart and popular at the same time." She kissed me, and I laughed, her efforts to curry favor as transparent as they were effective.

But for now, all wanted was to hold her close, watching the water ripple around our entwined bodies as I held her tight. My darling girl had everything ahead of her, and after years of regret and harsh words since moving to the city, I only wanted her to succeed.

"I love you, my sweet child," I said, breathing in the scent of nylon and chlorine as the water lapped at the edges of Mia's long black tresses.

"Love you, too, Mama," she said withdrawing from the hug. "It's a little chilly in here. I'm going to hop in the Jacuzzi for a while, kay?"

Deflated, I nodded as she withdrew. The main pool was separated from the Jacuzzi by a little tiled dike, but it wasn't much to look at. The apartment complex had done little to maintain its tiny central pool. The drab stone around it was often littered with dead leaves and trash. Mia even had to dodge a cigarette butt before dipping into the warm pool, and all around us were the remains of dead plants, ripped chairs, and rusty umbrellas.

I sighed, keeping my tan arms above my head as I bobbed from one side of the dump to the other. Even just a light clean up and some plants could turn this place around. Still picturing it, I was deep in thought when I heard Mia suddenly cry out.

"Hey Mom look, there's people having a fight on the second floor!" I turned towards her, the sway of her underboob in her black microbikini briefly catching my eye.

Blinking, I looked to where she had pointed, the pool's green foliage somewhat obscuring my view. A young man wearing some grey nozzle on his head was trying to **** his balcony door closed preventing someone on the inside from pushing it open. I could hear shouting, too, but from the far side of the pool, I couldn't make out the words.

"What do you think is going on?" Mia asked, twisting and teasing her nipples, the way she always did when she got nervous.

I furrowed my brow, moving to the side of the apartment's artificial lagoon, headed toward its jungle waterfall to get a better view. From her part of the oasis, Mia jiggled her cute brown c-cups, the thumbs of her nipples straining against the damp fabric. I sucked in a breath, always adoring how excited she got and imagining how hot her pussy was getting just from some frenetic breast play. Maybe I should stick my face in their, really go at those nipples and see how hard they could get with a bit of mommy's help.

I swam towards her but a ferocious crashing sound distracted me. Up above, someone had collided with the sliding door, granting them just enough egress to push their arm through. Clawing wildly, they grabbed hold of the boy's jacket, seemingly trying to dislodge something he had hidden inside.

"HE'S GOING TO USE IT ON US AGAIN, ZACH!" Someone shouted, a girl this time, but the boy outside just retorted in kind.

"Get the fuck off me," he cursed, before shimmying out of his captured hoodie. The sudden change in weight sent the arm back through the door, taking the jacket with it, and leaving the young man shirtless save for a long silver tube. I didn't know what it was, but some distant part of me recognized it, like an image from a half-remembered dream. The warped tendril seeming to have merged with the small of his naked back, and I choked back a gasp, hoping Mia hadn't seen it, too.

"OOOooooooH, lookee there, mama. That boy is like top naked, hehehe," she gushed, her IQ dropping the way it always did when she saw a cute boy. "Can Mia get naked, too?" I shook my head, but she just smiled at me wickedly. Pulling her top off, Mia started flapping her dark brown mounds left to right. Shaking her titties skyward, in the hopes the boy would ogle her inviting flesh.

"No Mia, just look at Mommy! You'll embarrass yourself," I begged, praying for once in her life my daughter would listen to me. But I could already tell she was too far gone. Her dark eyes had lost their focus turning sappy and dull, and her soft brain had already dribbled into the warm cunny between her legs.

I knew it wasn't her fault. Just like her auntie, she had gotten our tribe's terrible bimbo gene. "The Curse of the Poundajo" as the elders used to call it, meaning I had to be extra careful when she was around boys, lest she spread her legs and turn into a vacant whore just like my sister.

Wait that's not right. My daughter's in college and her auntie became a doctor. For some reason I could picture her both graduating medical school and blowing dicks for cash in a truck stop bathroom, but the graduation memory I'm pretty sure was the right one.

Giddy and topless, Mia let out a high-pitched giggle. The Jacuzzi jets had ramped up turning the water around her into suds and coating her shapely legs in clinging foam. She stood up, peeling her floss-thin g-string down her round hips before chucking it into a nearby palm frond. Fleeing the discarded garment, I swear I heard parrots squawking from the canopy, but my Mia just licked her lips and posed, presenting her wet round butt to the man above. The warm water bubbling between her tight brown thighs.

My people had stories of warriors who crossed the threshold of the old stone arches, walking into worlds familiar to their own but different. Never to return. My thoughts drifted to those old stories, as I tried to reconcile my memories of a Mia who wanted to pursue a marketing internship in New York and the dumb slut shaking her ass in front of me. The words "Grade-A Fuckmeat" somehow materializing on her right buttcheek like a fresh tattoo.

I shook my head, finding things became clearer as I swam closer to my daughter. Of course, she had a tattoo on her buttcheek, I was the one who put it there. That and the words "Squeeze My Fun Bags" under her boobs, "Just a Dickhole" by her lips, a woman sucking dick on her arm, a horse that was fully erect on her back, and my personal favorite "Mama's Little Money Maker" in stylized font right above her cooch. I had made her body an artist's canvas, so the world would know exactly what she was without a second glance.

Gliding through a pile of floating rose petals, my painted toes grazing the ornate mosaic decorating the pool's base, I slipped into the Jacuzzi with my naked daughter. Smiling lustily from beneath a wide-brimmed hat, I snatched the sunglasses Mia had stolen from the top of her head and placed them haughtily upon my newly-purchased nose. Mia started to giggle, but covered her mouth with her hand when she realized who it was. An illustration of a vagina now adorned the back of her hand, making it look like she had replaced her nose and mouth with a cunt when she covered her face. I had been quite pleased that addition.

"Put your clothes back on, you dumb slut," I said with a slap to her unguarded vag. "You're giving away the goods for free." I looked up, quickly adjusting the girls and making sure my monokini was showing off my silicone, but the boy upstairs wasn't even paying attention. To think I had a "v" going from my neck to my groin showing off the best body Ozempic could buy, and he was still more interested in whatever was going on inside. Typical men.

"Come Mia," I said gesturing with a bangled hand, but the skank was too far gone, cooing in a sing-songy voice as she played with her hair.

"Mia saw a sexy boy, guess how big his dick is? He'll make Mia cum Cum CUM, no matter how quick he is!" She sang, holding her hair in pigtails that she twirled like helicopter blades in rhythm to the song.

Dang it, she was too far gone. I'd have to take the edge off before she'd be willing to settle down. Sighing, I grabbed her phone from my Burberry bag, swiping to a picture of a nice Latin cock like I'd done a million times before. My inked slut stared at it, transfixed, following the phone with a few horny giggles as I guided her to the side of the hot tub. Phone still in front of her face, I positioned myself just behind her and started teasing her with my pelvis. She rubbed her hips in turn, grinding her ass between my legs as she sighed and cooed.

Mouth open, eyes closed, Mia turned her head, the words "Fucked Stupid" catching the light beneath her baby hairs. Her whole body started getting into it, thrusting and breathing against her mama like a lap-dancing stripper. Had I other things to do her gyrating would've been quite nice, but at present I was a mother on a mission with no time for distractions.

With relative ease, I grabbed her thighs scooping her legs out of the water and ramming her into the wall. Her legs akimbo, Mia screamed as her pussy was bombarded by the nearest Jacuzzi jet. Water pulsing inside her, she struggled to break free, but I held her close, her toes wriggling as the bubbler worked her bare cunny like a gatling gun. The poor girl whimpered and yelped as she was borne over by the sensations, the suds continuing to pound inside her.

Finally getting the message, the intensity of her grinding increased, so I rewarded the little harlot with a kiss. Holding her lips to mine, her back against my breasts, I held her there, drinking in the taste of my property.

I'd decided long ago I wasn't going to be cowed by some bimbo like my sister, afraid to spread my wings for fear of being second best. I would use girls' shallow beauty for my own devices, harnessing it and sharpening it like the head of a spear. My sister, my daughter, anyone else I could sink my hooks into, they lacked the braincells to do anything for themselves. I would use them for my own gain, wielding their shallow looks to claim real power. Sure, they might be the beautiful ones, but I was the one holding their reins.

My daughter bucked, the pounding water no doubt claiming its prize. Shuddering in time with the vibrating steam, Mia came violently, her legs losing all strength as her whole body jumped and shook. Convulsing against me like a drowning fish, she shrieked and spasmed as her hungry cunt contracted. And then as quickly as she started, she stopped, floating limply in the warm water as the jets finished their cycle.

I looked up, apparently our ministrations had finally caught the young man's attention. I smiled and pantomimed a bj with a tongue in my cheek, but he just laughed and turned away. Ah well, you win some you lose some.

"Good girl," I said, petting Mia's hair. The bubbles had died down, leaving my daughter just a floating lump there in the clear blue water. Her many tattoos shining in the morning light as she sank beneath the flower petals, bubbles still emerging from her cooch. I chuckled, "Mama's Little Money Maker" indeed.

Suddenly, her phone chirped, and of course knowing the password, I unlocked it to see a text from that boy Brody. Mia was usually pretty comatose after a good orgasm, so I figured she wouldn't mind if I responded for her. Sending him a quick video call, I held the camera up high so he got a good view of my cleavage. Brody was surprised when he clicked on, but not disappointed.

"Hey hot stuff," I said winking beneath my sun hat. "Mia's still asleep, but how would you like to come over and see a real woman for a change?"

Brody grinned. He seemed pretty amenable to this, so I sent him our address, making sure he would bring a little cash for our trouble.

"I take it we're past trying to talk this out?" I said from behind my closed balcony door, bracing it as Zach tried to push his way outside. He gave no response, but I laughed at my joke, figuring he'd see the humor soon enough.

All in all, things had been going pretty decently during this latest EPF snafu. Thanks to some quick thinking and a little ingenuity with an umbrella in the gap, I had managed to keep the door closed despite my much stronger roommate pulling at it. The EPF had safely loaded in a lovely 88% with no signs of stopping. And I even got to watch my neighbors the Clearwaters having some fun down by the pool. From up here I could clearly see the range of the Extranet Proximity Field, watching the lines that separated our normal community pool from the EPF's rendered reality, so I figured reducing an arrogant college girl into a blabbering idiot wouldn't slow down the load time too bad. Plus the horny milf was certainly a nice bonus. Furthermore, the red curtains had rematerialized above Zach, meaning the inside of my apartment had likely converted, as well.

My roommate grimaced from behind the door, no doubt confused why his clothes had melted away as he strained. I figured I'd give him an extra surprise after how much of a pain in the ass he and his girlfriend had been.

"EPF, please authorize body modifications."

Body modification requested, are you sure? Tampering with DNA and protein structures may have unforeseen consequences for unmapped species.

"Fine by me, just do it," I said with a toothy smile. No sooner had I given the command, did Zach's strength start to waver, the EPF converting his arm muscles to better suit his new function.

His ass ballooned, his haunches pancaking against the glass with an audible squeak. The muscles he worked so hard to build just started crawling like insects into his growing buns. Soon, his noodley legs started to tremble, struggling to hold the weight of his girlfriend's favorite chew toy, his rear starting to resemble a pair of bright pink beach balls. Like a charm his harness finally clicked into existence around his chest, and with a ragged grunt, he tumbled to the ground, landing on his back like a turtle. His legs, no longer able touch the ground, kicked pathetically in the air held aloft by the fleshy exercise balls that now formed his literal dump truck ass. Confused, he rocked back and forth trying to right himself, but he was more blimp now than man, and just succeeded in shaking the massive ovals that now grew from his hips like a pair of snail shells.

"Is it time for training yet?" he said with a teary-eyed look of defeat. I nodded as I reopened the door, excited to see what changes had befallen his ass-kissing girlfriend.

I found my answer quicker than expected. Liv suddenly leapt out from behind me, once again in her trashy porn ensemble. Collared but clearly not cowed in her slutwear, she had climbed out on the balcony via one of our bedroom windows while I was distracted by Zach. She was gunning for the neural port.

Looking like a combination between Angelina Jolie and a small-mouth bass, her lips had quadrupled in size and were leaking with drool as she lunged, coating my back and shoulders in warm saliva. Pausing only briefly to breathe in the sight of her immobile boyfriend, she hooked a hand around the appendage in my back and yanked it free. It dislodged with an ugly squelch, and I cursed, glaring at my kinky and once-again victorious nemesis.

"Gwot chu now Jawhn-- puh pah -- I got you now John," Liv enunciated, her chimpanzee lips flapping, as she held the EPF appendage like a sickly prize. Black and yellow liquid had started leaking from the tip, dripping onto her hands and arms. Liv just gave me a smile, or did her best approximation one, the twin gummy worms on her face not giving her many options.

Error- Neural Port Disconnected. Unable to Distinguish between Subjects and Environment. Do you Wish to Proceed?

I glanced at the percentage. The EPF was still at 95%. Having fully expected it to shut down, I wasn't prepared for this development.

"Unable to distinguish between subjects and environment," I wondered what that could mean, but not wanting Liv to enjoy her victory a second longer, I gave my assent and waited to see what the EPF's remaining 5% would change.