Plotting and counterplotting

You wake up suddenly to a loud noise. For a moment you think your mother has come this night too, but you are alone in your room, and whatever it is it's not coming from inside. It's an alarm? Has someone broken in? No, it's more like...

"A car?".

You hear hurried steps in the corridor, and you open the door. Tina walks past you in her underwear, she seems confused as much as you are.

-Tina, what's going on?-.

-I don't know.-.

Your mother exits your parents' bedroom. The way she dresses, her nightgown, her disheveled hair, seems so normal.

-It's Kim's car, someone has smashed its window.- She informs you.

-What?-.

-Your father is calling the police, you two just stay here and don't move, it could be dangerous.-.

-What about Kim?-.

You look at your sister, and she at you. You mutely decide to check her room. You knock, but she doesn't answer.

-Kim? Are you ok?-.

You wait in vain. You start to get worried and decide to open the door.

Kim is sitting on her bed, her hands resting on her knees. Not that she's catatonic or else, she just seems... you don't know, immersed in thought.

-That's impossible.- She's murmuring: -Doesn't make any sense.-.

-Kim?- You ask.

-It can't be.-.

-Sis, your car...- Tina starts.

-I know. Figured as much.-.

...ok. You would have imagined something more, you know, animated. Or is she about to explode?

-Police are on their way, do you... need...- She doesn't end her sentence. It would be useless, she's back into her own world.

You close the door and look at each other again.

-Tina, what's going on here? First, you all start to act like that, and now this.-.

You know it's not Jeremy this time. He had other thoughts with his mom etcetera, and wouldn't have broken a window for some excessive bitchness.

-I... I don't...-.

-Tina, I'm serious. I'm worried for you. What's happening?-.

She's about to speak again, but your mother reaches you and she shuts her mouth.

-How is she?- She apprehensively asks.

-I'm not sure. Maybe you should talk to her.-.

There's an intense look between the two of them, then Mom speaks: -Good idea. Tina, come with me please. Tom, go to your father and wait for the police.-.

She's trying to cut you off, you reason. Then you think it's nonsense, there's nothing to be cut off from, she's your mom not a stranger. But it must be related to everything, you know this.

-Mom, what are you hiding from me?-.

She frowns in a hurt grimace: -Honey, what are you talking about? I'm not hiding anything from you. I'm your mother, I love you. I would never lie to you.-.

You hesitate. Is she trying to trick you? Or are you just paranoid? You look for a clue in your younger sister, but if she wanted to tell you something before, now she won't. Your wondering is interrupted by your mother herself, who tightens you in a warm embrace.

-I'm sorry sweetheart, I'm really sorry. Let's talk about it later, ok? Now your sister needs us.-.

You falteringly close your arms around her waist, and you bury your face in her blonde locks. She seems so normal now, so motherly. The flesh you're touching, it's hers, it belongs to the woman you've always dreamed of. Your boner presses on her nightgown, but she apparently ignores that. Ohh.

---

-Here we are babe.- Your boyfriend stops the car in front of the faculty.

-This is new, but I like this.- He states while you're dismounting: -You never ask me to take you to class.-.

-I didn't feel like driving.- You answer with a dainty smile, and then you kiss him goodbye.

"I don't love him." You admit watching James going away. It's the truth: he makes you feel good, he can make you forget about your problems for a while, but nothing more. Sooner or later, you'll break up. Except, unlike the other times, you could take him and make sure he gives you what you want. You would just need a tiny spittle...

You dismiss these thoughts and march towards your classroom. You just hope to avoid Maria or Kim, you're not sure you can face them right now. Or nevermore, for what it matters.

Clearly, it doesn't matter that much, since you find Megan in front of you while walking in the hallway. You both look at each other for a moment, then you speed up and surpass her.

-Wait!- She calls you, and you stop, immediately regretting your decision.

-I don't know why you run away yesterday, but Maria was very upset later. Whatever your game is, if you really don't want to harm her, then don't do it.-.

You walk away without turning. But you need air, you feel yourself suffocating. And, obviously, when you're out again, you see Kim and Tom getting out from their father's car, the first kissing him on the cheek and wishing "daddy" a good day.

She's... she's not angry. Nor happy, but you were expecting her to be boiling like a pressure cooker. No, you correct yourself, you don't know anything about her car. You will be surprised and shocked, and she will believe you. She must. You have to behave normally, so instead of shunning her, you will greet her like a normal school day.

"Keep calm Cindy, you can do it, you can do it.".

-Hey, what's with your car?- It's the first thing you say.

Shit. Shit shit shit.

Kim raises an eyebrow. You screwed it up, she knows, it's over.

-I mean... your dad drove you here.-.

-Someone damaged my car tonight, broke its window.-.

-What?- You fake shock: -Are you ok? Who?-.

She looks at you with piercing eyes.

-I don't know yet. But whoever they are, they're gonna pay. Dearly.-.

You swallow in subjection: you've already seen her rage bursting, but this time is worse, it's a calm fury ready to kill. But at least what you've done seems to be working!

-Ehm, uh, don't you think it's Jeremy anymore? Since he, he was with Tom tonight I guess.-.

-I'm not sure.- It's her enigmatic response: -Maybe. I'll have to deal with it thoroughly.-.

Your heart is pumping in your chest: -S-So what do we do with Maria? We leave her alone until we solve this, right?-.

-No.- She cruelly shatters you.

-But I'll leave her to you, Cindy.-.

You are about to have a stroke. It's even worst than you've imagined, worst before. She'll never give up, and you have to do that in person. Unexpectedly, however, Kim smiles and hugs you.

-I'm sorry if I've treated you badly these days, Cinds. You're my bestie and I know I can always count on you.-.

-Hey, that's not much like you...- You mumble.

She's so soft, and so warm. And you're lying to her. She's asking your help and you're betraying her trust. Your best friend's. Your sister's.

-I know.- She admits and lets you go: -But it's the two of us against the world, right?-.

...

-Yes. I gotta go now.-.

When you're finally sitting in your classroom seat, you take a long breath. You almost pissed yourself.

"Maria... what can I do now? What should I do? Will I... wait, it's up to me now! And Kim trusts me, she won't check anymore: I just need to make the mission fail once for all!".

"Think Cindy, think!".

---

-Hey.-.

You lift your head: it's Jake, one of your friends and coursemates. You don't know him very well yet, but he seems to be a nice guy. You make room for him next to you.

-Jeremy is not here?- He asks, referring to the empty spot on the other side. With all the thoughts you have, you haven't noticed until now.

-No. Yesterday his mother was ill, maybe he's at home with her.- You then remember that Jake is Vanessa Johnson's cousin, that is Jeremy's crush. You even suspect this this fact being the real reason Jeremy started to hang out with him, thus it's strange he's not here, especially considering that you both share only this course with him. But again, if Mom is sick...

You gulp, imagining your own mother lying on the couch, with you "helping" her. Bad choice of words. This leads you to be silent for the rest of the hour.

---

You slide under the office door, gliding on the chair and expanding into your form. Meanwhile, with another pair of eyes, you're following the lesson in your classroom.

You needed some space alone to ratiocinate, and you knew this office would be empty today. So.

"Cindy seemed... I don't know. Could she? No, impossible. She would never do that to me.".

You click your tongue.

"I may have done a mistake. Surely Jeremy wasn't in condition to do it. Not after last evening.".

---

-Ok, stop here.- The guy whose car you've hijacked loyally obeys, a blank stare on his face. Just a poor bastard stopped at the parking lot where you have detached from your main body. You would have preferred not to split, but you didn't want to alarm your family. You dismount and bend over the driver's seat, moving the goo inside of him out of his nostrils and catching it with your hand. Eugh, you think too late. He blinks confused and you get away, aiming for the yellow house at the end of the street. Once there, you melt into goo and slither in, only to regain your shape in the living room. Your Tom's memories supply all the information needed to move inside. You vibe a little admiring yourself with the full-body mirror. Oh, you'll miss it so much.

You check that Tom and Jeremy haven't arrived yet, looking for them in the latter's room. Good, this will give you some time. Now you...

-Jeremy? Are you there?- Sounds a voice that you immediately recognize. His mom? Why? Shouldn't be at work now? Wait, there's something in her tone, is she sick? Shit, that's...

Your lips light up.

"That's great, actually. Change of plans." You march towards Helen's bedroom, melting again to enter without being spotted. His mom is actually lying on the bed with her head up, squinting her eyes at the door. She will be wondering why he is not entering. You shift to the foot of the bed and crawl up. You have the mobility of a spider in this form, it's the only advantage you can concede to it. You're now on the headboard, her cranium just a leap away.

"Bye bye Ms. Dollowfield.".

You jump and wrestle on her face as she desperately struggles to get you off. Unfortunately for her, she opens her mouth to scream and you dive in. A few moments later, you're opening your new eyes.

-Ohh...- Your body is aching and you feel like shit. She must have caught bad flu. Then, you reason, perhaps you could shift into a healthy version of her. It's difficult to focus above the headache, but you gradually feel getting better, until you're able to get out of bed. You drag yourself to a mirror to assess the damage.

-Oh my god, I'm... I'm old! And fat!- You exclaim into a ridiculous sugary voice. Gone your fluent hair, replaced by shorter frizzy one; gone your beautiful face, replaced by the flattened snout of a duck; gone your slim, delicate body, your thin hips, your proportioned breasts... although these don't feel that bad. But your bones! They don't depend on the flu you're afraid. It suck's so much being of this age!

You make several poses, trying to get acquainted with this form, and exercise your shape-shifting limits. You refuse to absorb her memories: after all, you plan to leave this body as soon as possible and go back into yours, that is Kim's. The only arousal comes by the knowledge you can make her do anything, even the most depraved and disgusting things, and that she will wake up after having ruined her own life without remembering anything, like just a second has passed. Eventually, the front door opens.

-Hi mom, I'm back!-.

-Hi Jer-ehm... Hi sweety!-.

-Sweety?- He repeats, seemingly surprised: -How are you?-.

-Oh, uhm, like before.- You lie. Then, you decide to strike. You adjust your red robe to almost reveal your nipples, and you move to the kitchen. You don't find him, probably he's already in his room, but you decide to not break the act and pour yourself some water. You're actually thirsty, and you wonder if you could shift away hunger and thirst too.

"Why not? Even without sinking in her conscience, I can improve her. I can make her younger, fatter, I can deflate her curves. May I achieve... immortality?".

You hear steps behind you and turn around.

-Did the fe...ver...- Jeremy's eyes wander over your thick form, resting for a few seconds in between your arms. Well, he's certainly not looking at your glass.

-Not much...- You regain his attention: -How was the... movie? Isn't Tom... uh... with you?-.

-Good.- He answers after some stumbling: -No, I told him to go home, because, well, you're ill, so...-.

He's dying of embarrassment, but you can see his eyes unconsciously peeking down. A subtle smile enlight your stolen face.

-Oh, you're so tender. I go back to lie down, sweety.- You purr wearily, swigging your glass and letting a trickle dripping down from your chin into your exposed skin. Then you have a faint and you lean on the solid body of your child.

-Wops! Sorry Jer.- You breathe on his ear, spitting a drop of goo. He's so stiff and out of mind that he doesn't even realize. You now proceed to go back to bed, but of course with no intention to sleep. You just have to pretend a bit, make him come, and then...

You casually look around, eventually finding something interesting, which is Helen's sleeping mask. That will help in the play. Obviously, you detach a part of yourself and hide it to have a clear vision, then you wait ten minutes to make your "sleep" convincing.

"Showtime!".

You start to moan, first softly, then loudly, as you're having a wild dream; in the meantime, you send mental feeds to Jeremy to enhance his arousal, which you already feel along with a strong sense of guilt and disgust. Finally, he hears your verses and, as a dutiful kid, comes to check on mommy. When he opens the door, he finds his mom sleeping with bared breasts and a red, unusual thong girding her cunny.

-Mom?- He whispers, unsure whether to wake you up or not. You stir as if you are looking for a more comfortable position, actually giving him a full sight of your sweaty mounds. You squeak a muffled: -Oh, yes!- as he gets closer.

"Go on. Touch them. She won't realize. They're yours.".

You decide to close your eyes (in the sense, not to look with your spycam-self), in order to fully embrace the moment. Seconds of eager awaiting pinch your skin, but finally a pair of warm palms mashes your glorious tits, itching your hardened nipples.

-Mmm~.

He immediately retreats. You can sense his terror, his anxiety, the vomit clenching his stomach, but also his suppressed lust which is struggling to rise to the surface.

"Does my poor boy need mommy's help? What a... disgusting, filthy perv.".

-Yes, like this...- You sigh. Jeremy begins to blather something incoherent but stops when you nominate his father. You hardly fatigue to make him think you're mistaking him for his dad while you are delirious.

"This means... you can go... further...".

-Mom, I'm sorry.- You hear him pledge, and decide to have a look from your spot. You see him towering over his mother and jerking his hardened cock, with a distraught grimace on the face. With some sort of pride, you esteem that your brother is better endowed than him.

Helen-you then slowly sits on her legs and grabs his log, stroking it while he just boggles agape.

-Yeah... you're so big babe...- You tell to your "husband".

This is too much for him to handle. You gap your mouth in reflex, intercepting his cumshot with your protruding tongue.

He trembles in a stifled scream, as if he was overdosing. He's now thinking that his mother is some kind of a slut who swallows his father's sperm; and his face, oh, it's priceless! At the verge of crying, but shattered in pleasure, all flickering in the uncertain attempt of focusing on his throbbing rod, who you still hold tightly. Tom's friend, your friend, you traumatized him for life. He will no longer be able to look his own mother in the face.

You lift your mask and erupt into a flow of laughter, depriving him of the last barrier that kept him from going mad, the **** illusion you weren't his mother, but just a random woman in the throes of fever, hiding behind a pink veil.

-What's up son?- You taunt him pitilessly: -Haven't you enjoyed mommy's body?-.

-Mo-Mo-Mom?!-.

-Why it's me, honeypot!- You laugh, giving him another yank.

-You-you knew-you were-I-I...- He attempts to get free and run away, but he finds himself locked in place. You pull him on the bed, take off his clothes and position yourself on top of him. The best part is, in the state he is now, you don't even need to use your goo control. Once again you're facing your once best friend twisted visage, and you only find it amusing. You're a bitch, he's in your power, and you love it.

-You've ruined Kim's car, honey.- You scold him while getting rid of your robe: -So it's just fair that you get to ruin your mom's fucking frigid pussy!-.

You lower yourself on him, getting impaled by your own son's cock, still recovering by your handjob but enough erect to please you. His own arms betray him, helping you in your thrusts.

-Oohh!!! Oohh yes Jeremy!!! You're making Mom cum!!! Ohh you'll get me pregnant!!! Fill me up!!! I'll bare your bro-oohh!!!- You finally have an orgasm and the both of you scream out of your lungs. Your old, hideous body is shaking in delight, and you lay down on his muscular form, pressing your chest together and locking his unresponsive lips with yours. You don't know if it's the taboo of the ****, the submission you've **** him into or just the excitement running on your body, but you climax again whilst he's still inside of you.

While kissing, you move your two goos to touch, and immediately Jeremy and Helen freeze as dead. You're trying something new, that is edit her memories and instill subconscious commands they will have to obey even when you're out of them. Thus, you wipe out every part of the intercourse from Helen and leave just the handjob in Jeremy, along with the feeling of sonething more; then, you order Jeremy to start glimpsing at his mom while nobody is paying attention, and Helen to act normally during the day, rejecting the mere hypothesis of having any kind of intimacy with her son, while during the night she'll lurk to his room and **** him into having sex, just to make them classify it as a vacuous dream on the following morning. He'll get mad in one, two weeks.

Once done, you flow out, rejoin your third blob and reform into Kim. You admire the two sleeping people on the double bed, knowing that Jeremy will wake up soon. It would be funny to see how he will get his mom off without waking her up, but you're too tired to give him any more time. You finally leave the house, hijack another driver and go home, where you stealthily reenter your main body. You sigh in relief: the car thing is dealt with in the end, now you can concentrate on getting Maria.

---

"But it doesn't make any sense." You add to yourself.

"What if my mind control didn't work and he sought ****? Yet, if he knows what I'm capable of, why would he piss me off again like that?".

You cross your legs, spacing with your eyes on the desk. Some photos of an elderly woman and two kids, a pencil holder, a lamp. The office itself is bland.

"I will not end up like this. A boring, common life. I'm Kim fucking Harris, and I can put the world at my feet!".

"No one's gonna stop me, neither Jeremy nor Maria, nor anyone else.".

"No one.".

---

A mistake.

You know that this is a mistake, a terrible one, one of those you cannot remedy.

For the third time, you close your fist to knock at Tom's door; and, for the third time, you don't.

"I have to tell him. He deserves to know the truth. He has to know I'm not his sister.".

But then... you touch your right boob, for the first time without any erotic intent. With the other hand, in the meantime, you fiddle with a tuft of your blond hair.

"But then I'll have to give up all of this. Being Tina. Being myself.".

"Maybe... maybe he won't. Maybe he will be ok with it. This is what he's always wanted, right?".

You caress your chest, than grip at your heart.

"No, I'm deluding myself. He'll want me out of his sister's body, and even if he won't, I'll never trust him. He wouldn't, he wouldn't understand. I may not be the original Tina, but I am Tina now! This is me, I'm not just him anymore, I'm me! Even if I'll just exit and become her copy... it would be like killing me. Erasing me from existence. And he wouldn't... love me. He would hate me. He would hate me. Himself. I.".