O.Z. One-Shots - Femboy Father and Puppet Mommy

"Like, fuck me Mikey! You're sooo good to your mommy!" As my mother undulated her body, riding my cock, her intelligent eyes burned ineffectually.

"Mmmm... You got it, Ma." My hand lightly slapped her cheek, then cupped it.

"Thanks baby," she giggled, before dragging her artificially-enlarged tits across my chest. Milk poured from her engorged nipples as her pink, finger-length nubs pushed into my ribs.

To the side of the bed, my father groaned... Well, the guy that used to be my father. I just called him Femy now. The slim, feminized **** sat on his haunches, calves tucked under his thighs, and stroked his cock.

I glanced over while squeezing my mom's ass as hard as I could. "Shhh."

He panted, and another groan escaped his lips. It was loud enough that his shock collar activated. The outburst wasn't his fault, of course: he didn't exactly have control of his vocal cords. But damn if it wasn't fun (and arousing) to pretend like he still did.

Immediately after his groan, a buzzing sound filled the room, and my once-upon-a-dad wordlessly screamed, his throat closing briefly due to his conditioning. Despite the way his small and undefined muscles adorably clenched themselves, locking him in place, his hand managed to keep stimulating his little one-inch pecker.

"Nuh-uh-uh, no talkies."

If Femy could scream in rage, I'm pretty sure he would have. As it was, the humiliation pushed his arousal to new heights, and he could only give in to his hand's increasing speed and stew in the lack of orgasm.

"He's so, ungh, so path... Pathe... Pa... Um, whatsa word, Mikey?"

I thrust my dick into my mom's sopping pussy, then grunted out: "Pathetic?"

My mom's face lit up as I pounded her. "Yeppers, that's like totes it! Pa-the-tic," she squealed.

"Hear that, Femy? Mom says you're pathetic."

The femboy breathed deeply through his nose and mewled, mascara running and dried on his face. His hand beat his pinprick of a penis faster and faster, but he couldn't even move his hips if he tried, let alone finish.

His body was thin, pale, and girly. His thighs had slightly filled out, as had his hips, but he could still scarcely be called anything other than skinny. And short. That wasn't his natural shape, of course. No, that was a special from good old Pearson's.

The local clinic owed me one, given the amount of work I had done on my mom. Besides, their techs found it fun to work on my father. A tall, proud, outspoken paragon of muscular masculinity, literally brought low by an afternoon or two of **** and surgery.

I stared the bitch down, watching his slim, petite hand pump his dainty cock while his eyes couldn't stray from me fucking his former wife. His long, brown hair was strewn about and plastered to his face with sweat.

I felt a growl grow in the back of my throat. "...Fuckin' watch..."

He mewled again and his eyes widened, fixating where I wanted him to look: my mom's pleasured face.

The pleasure didn't quite reach her eyes, but it never did when I had her in "Acting Bimbo" mode. When she was in this state, she was **** to act like a bimbo, but her mental state was unchanged. Really, it was just a fucked-up way to **** my mom to watch her son take advantage of her bimbo personality while locked in a body she couldn't control. Luckily, modern memory mods and a healthy dose of Oblivio X-Tra Strength served to lock away unpleasant memories, keeping women like my mom in the dark about their predicament whenever their Alphas returned them to their normal selves for things like their day jobs.

It would be terrifying otherwise, I'm sure. It's almost too much to imagine: a woman like my mom with the full knowledge of what I do to her when she isn't a bimbo and can act for herself. I didn't even want to consider the repercussions of that eventuality, though I toed the line on occasion by giving her all her memories and making her still act as if she was a normal, working mom that was unaware of her nightly excursions. It frightened me a little, though, so I usually just kept her daytime and nighttime personalities and memories distinct and the remote locked away.

The flipside was that I could also just make her bimbo, mind and all. When I used her implant to fully bimbofy her brain for a night, it didn't really matter whether or not she remembered her daily life given her new priorities and lowered intelligence. When I kept her intelligent on the inside, though, it probably made a difference to her whether she remembered being able to live a normal life or only had memories of being trapped as a bimbo... Or as one of the other personalities I occasionally dabbled in, like "Slutty Schoolgirl" or "Mollified MILF."

As it was, she typically lived her days as my wage ****, unaware that every night she became either a true bimbo enthusiastically guzzling my loads, or an intelligent, fuming-mad woman trapped within the body of a ditzy cumbucket. Lately I'd been choosing the former more and more, dulling her brain to match her always-obedient body. She was my mom, after all, and I wasn't totally bereft of empathy for the woman.

Besides, this whole situation was much more Femy's fault than hers. Mom hadn't been an abusive parent... A neglectful one, at worst.

I turned my attention back to my thick, beautiful fucktoy. With my hand settled underneath her chin and my fingers clenching her jaw, I said: "Full Bimbo Mode."

Her eyes immediately dulled, her smile widening. Her hips moved like they had before, but there was more arousal and eager purpose behind each thrust... Though the difference was probably all in my head, as I stared into her softening eyes.

She plunged down and kissed me, her long tongue probing into my mouth as we locked lips and ground our bodies together, her tits leaving a slight trail of milk wherever they pressed into me the most. I slapped her ass and left my hand on it, feeling it jiggle. I loved her ass mod. She had been a decent size before, with maybe a bit too much sag. Now, each cheek was so big that the she could barely fit through some doors or stand up without support. She could only manage to walk because of the powerful yet visually-subtle muscle increases in her thighs, calves, and back... And even then, she was restricted to a slow strut, which did a perfect job of showing off her new rear end.

The weight of it felt incredible as it rested on my hips and pushed down onto my dick. My mom broke our kiss, coming up for air. "Thanks for making Mommy your bimbo, sweetie. It feels... Mmm, so good..."

"Anytime, Mom." With that, I felt my orgasm approaching. Squeezing one of her tits, I thrust into her a few times, spanking her bubble butt and feeling the tumultuous ripples in the fat all the while.

My cock spurted in orgasmic pleasure within my mom's clenching folds, pumping my seed from overfilled, aching balls over and over while I clenched my mom's soft boobs in each hand. Her own body-wrenching orgasm followed immediately after, as the presence of my cum in her pussy triggered one of her mods. Milk sprayed from her nipples, running down her convulsing torso and splattering onto my own chest.

Femy screamed in anguish, his little dick throbbing in his hand as he saw the display. He screamed all the more when the shock collar activated, then fell to the floor, his dick throbbing as if cumming--But it was only convulsing from the shocks. The way his mods were set up, he would never again pass over the edge unless I willed it.

Finally, after over a minute of overfilling my mom's cunt, I pulled out with a wet squelch. I watched the excess jizz spurt out of her sopping pussy while milk ran down her tits and stomach. It all slid slowly down her thick thighs in a strange mixture, moving towards my crotch in much the same way that she slowly sank down in fatigue. Her sweaty, soft body settled on top of mine, and she used her unnaturall-plump lips to softly kiss at my neck while nuzzling into my embrace.

"Ungh... Thank you, baby... Mommy loves your fuckings."

"I know," I murmured back, kneading her ass slowly as my half-spent dick twitched against her warm body.

We lay in silence for a moment, Femy's tiny, frustrated whimpers the only sound in the room. Our bodies pressed together, our hands gently and slowly exploring. With my calloused hands, I pet her hair and back, her ass and her sides. Usually I would take more Spermizan and go for another round, but today I didn't mind hitting the sack a little early.

"Lover Mom," I said, relaxing my body and leaving my hand on her ass.

"Mmm, thank you sweetie." Mom tiredly shifted to her side, leaving half of her body sprawled across me. One arm draped over my chest, while the other pressed against my side. Likewise, one leg was tight against the side of my own, while the other was raised up so that it rested across my thighs and lower abdomen. I felt her naked body pressed against mine, one tit smushed against my chest and the other brushing against my side. She kissed me once more on the cheek. "I love you so much."

"I love you too." I idly squeezed the slight fat on her hip, then half-closed my eyes.

Without a care in the world, she continued: "I just want to lay with you forever... Not go to work as that uppity bitch."

I ran my hand through her hair. "I get it, Mom. I'm sorry it has to be this way."

She nuzzled into me even more. "Could we just make Femy work? Have the day to ourselves? I don't mind being your bimbo--It's fun when it's for you."

"You know why I can't do that. Not yet."

"I know," she sighed. "I'm sorry."

I felt her body shake once against mine, her head turned down into my chest. I reached out and held her.

"It's okay. it wasn't your fault... Not really. Honestly, I don't think it will take me much longer to... Get over things. You'll be the main personality after that, I think."

My mom looked up, her eyes wet yet wide and hopeful. She took my hand in her own, warmth radiating from her tired body. She squeezed it and stared, almost searchingly.

"Hopefully it won't be long," I said soothingly.

She smiled before diving back down, hugging my side like before, with her head rested in the crook of my neck. "I really hope so. Thank you, love."

Her body drained from a long and boring day at the office followed by a hell of a lot of physical activity, my mom promptly fell asleep. Her breathing quickly became regular, and her chest rose and fell softly against my own.

I settled against my bed and my mom. Femy continued to moan and whimper, only occasionally activating his collar. I glanced down at him, and he put three fingers up on the hand that wasn't pumping his pathetic excuse for a cock.

So... He was begging for release and sleep already? He hadn't even hit his personal record yet. It had only been a day and a half, for crying out loud!

I slowly shook my head no, and he sobbed exactly once. Once was all the collar needed to remind him that it was a bad idea.

I turned my head away from his pathetic moaning, and heard his feet padding away behind me, his obedience mod unwillingly carrying him to the basement. There he'd masturbate and watch a recording of my delightful fuck with my mom from tonight, over and over, until he had to make food for us in the morning.

As his pert little pear-shaped ass swayed out of the room, his hand continuing to tug on his dick, I shot a furtive glance at the retreating back end. Maybe I'd forgive the cutie. Someday.

For now, I took comfort in my mother's soft and wet embrace, laying back to finally sleep. Alphas lead a busy life, and I needed my rest.