The Mary-Sue of Maryland: Ascension - Part 1

His insides were a washing machine.

The entire last few days had been flashing through his mind as he drove home and he fully felt like someone had turned his stomach upside down, the bile sloshing up to his rapidly beating heart. Though the oddity started long ago, her transformation from naïf into sexual demigod had only happened in the last forty-eight hours. The seeming unending sexual appetite, the several inches in height, the dozens of pounds of muscles, the maturity, the attitude, the perversion of their relationship, all were an avalanche of changes which showed no signs of slowing down, only building in speed.

It all began with that cock though, and Cameron couldn’t believe how much another penis could change a man’s life. He’d be instantly haunted by it, the bubbling feelings of inadequacy, gay-panic, futa-philia and other taboo subjects rocked his mind, boiling his brain like a **** until it climaxed with him literally sucking on it as he went to sleep last night. He was hypnotized with how large and powerful it looked, like construction equipment, yet the feminine silkiness which stretched from its foreskin to its base, even her nutsack ironed-unwrinkled. How he resisted it this morning, he’ll never know.

How ever this all began however, he was determined to finish it. He’d have a nice chat with his sister, no matter what she knew and how she figured out where he was, and bring this to an end. Maybe he’d end up being her cock-sleeve, or maybe he’d actually prevail with his head held high and only a bit of sis-cum dripping from his chin. Either way, it would be his decision and he wouldn’t be torn about it any more.

But we’re going with the cum-rag option right? I mean, I swear if you don’t submit to her, it’s going to cause a brain-aneurysm and the last thought you’ll have is your sister’s dick plunging your mouth.

“Eyuk..” He shuddered as he failed to prevent himself from licking his lips.

“You know,” Nelda was in the passenger seat beside him, knitting something for some god-awful reason, “should you be driving? You seem a bit distracted.”

“I’m fine.” He barked through gritted teen, nostrils flared. “What the hell are you knitting anyways?”

“It’s going to be baby sweater.” She smiled up from the ugly neon pink yarn. “You said your mom’s pregnant and I wanted to make something nice.” She started to hum. “Though, I suppose since she’s having it with her holiness, maybe I should make some holes for wings?” She smirked over. “Or maybe two heads? Six arms?”

”Don’t joke about that!” Cameron hit the steering wheel, eye twitching. “I-I’m a bit on edge about all this.”

”Yeah.” She sighed, brushing some hair to the side. “Seems like it.” Turning one of the needles over, she sucked on the edge. “Want some road-head? I won’t suck it, but maybe a good dick-licking will-”

”Were here!” He squeaked out, still blushed by the suggestion even after all that had happened today. His eyes squinted, seeing his house but the front door wide-open, people walking in with a slow dragging pace, and out with arms full of boxes. “What the…” He trailed off as he got out of the car, rubbing his eyes.

Nelda raised an eyebrow as she got out. “Moving day?”

”Nelda.” Cameron put his arm out and pointed to his reliable Camry and pouted. “I need you stay in the car.” She opened her mouth but he shook his head. “Look, if I don’t come out of there, I don’t think anyone else will be able to figure out what’s happening before it’s too late. If I don’t come out in an hour, I want you to speed off, and get out of Maryland okay? Better yet, the country.”

”Gotcha.” She said with an overeager smile, humming as she started to knit. “What if you come back with, like, completely cock-whipped and drooling that I need to join the cult your sister started? Should I run then? Or perhaps join with you to ensure a higher-standing like high-priestess before she takes over the world?”

”You are way too eager for all of this, you know?” He shook his head but she kept looking at him for an answer, so he sighed. “Your choice.”

”Okay.” She perked back with a thumbs up. “Well, I hope you throw in a good word for me then.” He shook his head and left his hastily parked car on the sidewalk, Nelda giving a sigh. “I think I’m going to marry that man…” She smiled. “Or at least stalk the shit out of him when this is all done.”

Cameron got closer to the front door, pushing past the people dragging themselves in and out with relatively little regard, until he saw the face of Mrs. Tse from next door, and then Michelle, the young girl across the street. These were all his neighbours, their faces blank, lips buttoned as they continued to pull things out without much regard.

“Uh, Mrs. Tse?” He gripped her shoulder, turning her on her short heels and shaking his motherly Asian neighbour. “What are you doing?”

A little smile crossed over her face, reminding Cameron of a drunken look, mind not fully there. “Oh hiiii, Cameron. We’re helping your family moved out. What an honour to serve your sister!”

“That’s what I thought…” He grumbled as he pushed past into the door, leaning over the railing to let two burly men from who knew where to carry the drum equipment from his sister’s room. He knew that when she became more ‘persuasive’, she’d take it in the usual Lily direction and ascend past even what a televangelist could dream of doing. He only hoped that a prophet-like persuasion was all she gained.

The kitchen was already clear, but he was befuddled to find his mother actually nailing something down, instead of pulling it down. The face below her short black bob was elated, practically glowing as she shifted this framed item left and right for perfect straightness. Her midsection, somehow, was even larger when he saw her a few hours ago, not even a day had passed and yet she looked to be seconds from having quadruplets. The round protrusion around the size of the rest of her torso, one hand glued on her back to support as she sloshed around. That sloshing was mainly coming from her breasts, now head-sized udders which made firm indents in the striped shirt which rolled up over her belly-button. She still seemed somehow light on her feet though, actually swaying her hips excitedly as she adjusted the frame again.

“Mom?” He scooted his feet across the freshly washed floor and tilted his head into the living room. “What are you-?”

”Cameron!” Tetyana gave a giddy jump and ran over, scopping up her taller son in her free hand, smooshing those breasts to create large dark spots on her top. “How’s my favourite current favourite son?” The emphasis stated to him that she’d be changing her opinion soon, rather than a bit of pregnant humour.

”Weirded out.” He nodded honestly. “What’s with all the people taking our stuff?”

”Well, you know your sister and her big plans.” She smiled and gave a wink. “Apparently, she wants us in a safer place for us while she makes some changes in the town.” She sighed. “She’s such a caring young woman! Have you seen the new place? It’s going to be a veritable mansion with a pool, fields to ride horses in, orchids.” She leaned in and elbowed his ribs. “Plus, a room where she can have her way with us, if you know what I mean.” She winked and laughed as if Cameron would have a reaction besides a chill down his spine.

“Wh-What?!” He shook his head. “We’re already moving? When did she decide that?”

”Hmm…” She checked her clock. “An hour ago? I don’t know exactly, I’m just so pleased that my girl has already graduated! With honours!”

“High-school?” Cameron raised an eyebrow.

“No, silly! Look!” She pointed to what she was hanging, a framed piece of paper for all to see. There was a lot of words on the paper, but the bold words were hard to miss.

‘Johns Hopkins University

Maryna ‘Lily’ Vinogradov

The Degree of Doctor of Psychology

With All the Rights and Privileges Thereto Pertaining’

Right below was a signature from the governor of the state of Maryland, president of the university, the chancellor of the school, and the dean of graduate studies. If this was a joke, it was a hell of counterfeit.

“So what are you going to do congratulate her on graduating?” She raised an eyebrow, hand on his shoulder. “I mean, see deserves something really nice for such an accomplishment, don’t you agree?”

”Mom.” He shook his head. “She got this in an afternoon! I don’t care how fast she’s maturing, there’s no way she has the knowledge of a psychology doctorate. I-It’s not the proper way that makes that paper useless.” He held back the urge to dramatically smash it upon the floor, so he settled on the much cleaner action of picking it off the wall and properly setting it on the kitchen counter. “Degrees should earned with hard work and-”

“Oh, Cameron.” She cooed and petted his cheek in a fashion most uncomforting for him as she got his shirt wet with momma’s milk. “Do you still hold onto the idea that your sister does anything normally?” She rubbed her stomach, maybe intentionally to emphasize her point. “Your sister is beyond us in so many ways, and, well, we should listen to her when we can.” She smiled and tilted her head. “So please, son, could you help your sister celebrate such an occasion? I know she’s been itching for some love from her brother, and she’ll be so pleased to hear that your back and willing to submit.” She turned around and sighed relieved as more furniture was picked up and pulled from the room.

He slowly shook his head. “M-Mom… I don’t know what you’re think you’re saying, but-”

The sped in which Tetyana turned around and snapped his cheeks, shocked Cameron too much to resist, his mother’s voice deeper and firmer, without affection. “Oh shut up, Cameron. I don’t know you’re making things difficult. It’s just a blow job of the greatest and tastiest cock around. I’ve sucked it, your dad’s sucked it, and half the neighbourhood’s sucked it, so I don’t get why you think you’re special.” She scowled. “She’s denied anyone else a taste of her until she has had your lips as well, so you’re just ruining things for the rest of us.” She rubbed her stomach. “I want more of your sister’s DNA in me, she told me that it will help your future siblings.” She shook her head. “You’re just being selfish at this point, you know?”

”I-”

*BOOOOM-BOOOM*

The entire house shook as a large rumble came over, but his mother seemed weirdly unperturbed. He gripped his chest and looked around, lips stuttering. “W-What was that!?”

“That?” She pointed to the window looking over the backyard. “Oh that’s just your sister. She’s working out.”

”Working…” He trailed off, heart dropping to his stomach, his stomach falling to his feet. “W-Working out!?! Where?”

“Check it out yourself.” She smiled before sitting down on a nearby exercise ball, well fitted for her expanded form. “She’s going to be a wonderful mother, you know? Like Eve…”

He ignored that last line and ran to the nearest exit before a house rattling explosion went off. Work out was a terrifying word for Cameron before his sister grew, but now with relation to his sister, it was downright nightmarish. He wasn’t even thinking what he could do, how he could stop her, merely just wanting to see his sister in any attempt to end this madness.

And to see her glorious form, sweaty and powerful, tower over your body.

“Quiet you…” He mumbled to his voice, gripping the door to the patio and whipping it open quickly to embrace the harsh evening sun right in his eyes. He only had to take a couple of steps forward though, before there was yet another horrible crash.