Offered up.

As we exited the bedroom, Ashley leaned and whispered into my ear, “As bad as my mother will be, I’m glad I won’t have to stay here long.”

“Gee thanks, babe.” I hissed back, eliciting a giggle from her. She loved when I used “21st Century” words like “babe” and “dope.” It felt weird to me, but I did it just to see her laugh.

“Good luck.” She said just before we got in earshot.

“...Good morning.” My mother said awkwardly. “I guess I should properly introduce Ms. Miller. She assisted me last night in the lab, and it seemed only fair to include her in the acquisition of the samples we need.”

“Uh, you can call me Carla, if you’d like.” She gave a small wave and struggled to maintain any eye contact with Ashley.

I shuddered at the thought of more tests. “So what’d you find out?”

“Obviously, your solution worked.” Mother said matter-of-factly, “As we predicted it should after examining your research.”

“Fascinating work.” Carla commented.

Ashley frowned. “If it worked as it should've, why did it cause Greg so much pain? He looked terrible when he came home that night.” I nodded in agreement remembering the immense **** it had caused.

“Well…” Mother started. We all “That and the fact that the effects were so quick to be seen… are likely a result of me.” Our faces went from party confused to fully. “Before you were born, I figured that if my experiment worked, you’d be the first man in over a century… and that I’d better make you the best you could be.” Dr. Trista Hart then did something she never did. She crossed her arms and winced. “I genetically engineered a lot of your DNA.”

I scoffed. “Can’t say I’m surprised.”

“You aren’t mad?” She asked.

“At this point it’s expected for you to fuck around in my life.” I said frankly.

Ashley stood next to me and flashed her gaze between me and my mother. “Well… seems there’s some family stuff to deal with…” She grabbed her bag off the couch and stood there awkwardly. “I gotta go.”

“Yeah.” I said staring at the floor, avoiding my mother.

Ashley stepped toward the door and stopped to look over Carla. She sighed before speaking, “Carla, I know we just met and this is such a weird request, but would you mind trading tops with me?”

Carla gave her a dumbfounded look, “What?”

“I’m going to see my mom, and I don’t have time to go home and change. She’s gonna tear me a new one if I show up dressed like this.” Ashley begged. “Please, I promise I’ll get it back to you.”

Carla shook her head, seemingly overwhelmed by all the madness surrounding her. Finally she submitted to it. “Yeah, sure.”

I watched as Ashley hastily pulled the tank-top over her head, frizzing her hair in the process. “Thank you so much. I really owe you one.” Carla slowly began to unbutton her blouse, revealing her sienna colored cleavage and black silk bra. I saw her shoot an uncomfortable glance my way. Realizing I was the cause for discomfort, I quickly turned and went into the kitchen. I made myself busy by making a quick bowl of cereal. I poured the milk into the mound of sugary grain.

“Oh, no Greg you can’t eat for 12 hours before we take our sample.” Mother called.

I set down the milk and threw my hands up in defeat. “Couldn’t have told me that before I wasted perfectly good cereal?!”

“Well…” She mumbled. “You know better.”

I saw Ashley button the top of the blouse and Clara adjust her bust in the tank-top. Her darker skin and black bra were clearly visible through the thin fabric. It seemed to stretch to its limit to contain her chest. Ashley straightened her new attire, “How do I look?”

Clara pointed at the red storm atop her head. “Your hair...”

Ashley reached up and felt the mess. “God dammit.” She whispered before digging in her bag for her brush. I returned to the group and watched Ashley try and fix her hair in the wall mirror.

“We’re going to need to perform a physical, take blood and urine samples, and I suppose since it’s available, a sperm sample.” Mother said. "Ashley, would you be willing to... assist?” Ashley turned to me and we shared the same thought. Luckily, we had another reason she couldn’t “assist.”

“I really can’t. I’m busy with my mother all day today.” She lied. I knew she only had lunch and her mother's doctor’s appointment today.

“Hmm, Ms. Miller would you be willing to take her place?” Both mine and Carla’s eyes widened at the suggestion. I turned to Ashley for support, but she simply laughed.

“Mom, I can do that on my own, I don’t need help-”

“Well, yes, but scientifically... observation of sexual intercourse would be of help.” She reasoned.

Ashley returned to us, hair now in a ponytail. She turned to a stunned and embarrassed Carla. “Hey, you’re welcome to it, if you want. It’s pretty mind blowing.” She leaned over to me and whispered in my ear, “Share your gift for me.” She nibbled on my ear lobe before pulling away and sensually kissing me. “Gotta go. Later, babe.”

A trance set in as I realized she kissed me in front of others. Bliss filled me, it finally felt as if our relationship had been solidified in that very moment.

She then disappeared from the room, swaying her hips, out the door, having just offered me up for sex with a stranger in front of my mom, and did so in such a way that turned me on.

Author's note: This chapter was written a long time ago and is technically 'old' despite being published now. This is the 'Official' end of this branch. I don't have any plans to finish this, and I apologize to any readers who enjoyed my work just to get to this point.

Here's the deal: I've moved on to other projects and am no longer interested in this thread, due to multiple reasons I'm not going to bother getting into.

I will add a chapter after this detailing what my plans were for this branch before I abandoned it. If any writers are compelled to take what I've made and continue it they may use that as inspiration if they choose. With that being the case, if you are reading this and someone has decided to continue this branch, that chapter may contain spoilers for the new continuation.

If no one has continued it, you may consider that chapter as the shittiest ending you've ever read.

If you aren't upset at me for doing this and want to read more of my work, you can find me on Wattpad and here on Chyoa as Lynx582, though I haven't published much.

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