Dealer's choice!

“You’re so cute.” Grace giggled. “Come over here.”

Adam’s eyes went wide again as his legs moved on their own towards his young mother. In a few seconds, he was standing beside her on the couch, now able to see the screen. On said screen was a real-time vision of him standing in the exact same position he was currently leaning over in, along with every one of his immediate surroundings. On the right-hand side of the screen was a large tab, one that listed every little detail about the young man’s physical appearance.

“All around, you’re already a very attractive boy. Tall, handsome, slender, and definitely not too bad in the sack, it seems. Wow.” Grace teased, pointing to the slider that dictated his penis size, which currently said that he was a solid eight-inches long when fully-erect.

“Y-Yeah, thanks.” He said, not sure how he should be talking to his mom about things like that. However, she did give his brother a massive dick without a second thought, so maybe she wasn’t as innocent and prudish as Adam once believed, he started to truly realize.

“Like I said before, you can have, or do, almost anything you want tonight.” His young mother said, almost in a whisper, as she carefully brought up a finger and ever-so gently grazed the half-erect bulge trailing down his slacks. “And since you’re the only one around here that gives any kind of a shit about your poor old mother, I’m willing to… let you get away with a little bit more than your siblings, in this case.”

Once again, Adam’s heart thumped hard, as did his swelling erection.

How far could he push this? Deep down, Adam was virtually an asexual pervert who would fuck anyone as long as they were both attractive and over the age of eighteen, man or woman. In fact, one of his favorite fantasy kinks was a mix of the two, a beautiful woman with a bimbo body and a fat cock.

His dad didn’t appear to be paying them any mind, so he wasn’t really afraid of disappointing the usually gloomy man by saying what he wanted, but his mom was a different story. Not just because she was related to him by blood, but because he would totally whip out his big dick and have her suck it without any reservation if he knew for sure that it wasn’t going to be the worst mistake of his life. She was hot now, and appeared to have similar perspectives towards certain taboo morals on account of how often she’d been stealing glances of, and now actively staring at, his bulging package, but he wasn’t confident enough that she wouldn’t just make it smaller with the program as a punishment for being an outright pervert deep-down.

Not to mention, everything he did want to ask for was, well, not normal, by any means. Maybe he could just ask for something that’ll let him get out of this mind-wracking situation and have some fun on his own, just like his siblings did. Or, he could-…

Hang on, Adam thought to himself.

He just had an interesting, but potentially terrifying idea, depending on how the dice landed.

It’s time to find out where his young mother’s mind landed in regards to her kinks.

“I, um… I’m not sure, my head’s a little scrambled right now.” He said with a nervous chuckle, pretending he didn’t notice Grace’s interest in his crotch. “How about Dealer’s Choice? Is there anything that you think I should change about myself?”

That caught Grace off guard. She paused for a moment in thought, looking directly up into Adam’s eyes with an inquisitive gaze of her own. To him, it felt like she was peering into his soul, even.

“Y’know…” She began, her lips curling into a smile once again. “Just because you delete the search history on your phone and computer, that doesn’t mean I don’t see who accesses what website when they’re hooked up to the wifi.”

Adam’s blood ran cold.

“To be honest, you’ve got good taste.” Grace growled, more boldly reaching out and full-on grabbing her surprised son’s pulsating bulge, then began to slowly stroke its impressive length. “You’re not the only one around here who would know what ‘futanari autofellatio paizuri’ means.”

Adams’s blood then began to run hot as he couldn’t help but outright laugh at that, slowly giving into his mom’s kinky but very cringy seduction tactic.

“If I wasn’t sitting here with a magic computer program as soon as you got home, I bet you would’ve just gone to your room and immediately whipped this big dick out and started taking care of it by now, wouldn’t you?”

Breathing heavily, Adam put one of his shaky hands over Grace’s own while it stroked him, sighing with building lust and reluctantly nodding in agreement.

“That’s what I thought.” She softly chuckled, then pulled her hand away, to Adam’s disappointment. “As much as I’d love to take care of it for you right here and now, I think I owe your father a reward for being so good to my feet for the past couple of hours.” Grace looked away from her adorable son’s sweating face and towards her computer, then clicked and activated a blinking green cursor in the large bottom tab below everything on the screen. “And since you offered the 'Dealer’s Choice' option, I think I’ll take you up on that.”

Down in the tab below that was labeled ‘Command Center’, words began to appear as Grace typed into it.

[Adam Belleton’s entire body is completely composed of an indestructible and fleshy slime-like substance that he is able to freely, completely, and easily manipulate with his consciousness.]

“How does that sound?”

“Uh…” Adam said, suddenly terrified. “I don’t-”

‘Click’, went the Enter key on Grace’s laptop.

Adam’s mind seemed to leave his body for an instant, an unsettling pulse of vibration wracking every single inch of his entire being. Standing there, he could feel his feet as they were grounded against the floor, the red/black uniform that was hugging his flesh, and even the still air of the living room of his exposed skin. However, it only took him a very brief moment to actually figure out how anything worked anymore.

As a test, Adam slowly lifted his leg and set it back down, rotated both of his arms, then his neck, and finally took in a breath of fresh air.

Nothing felt like it did before, but at the same time, everything still seemed to move as it normally would.

When he actively focused on any area that was either on or within his body, even with the least amount of effort, Adam could feel every single cell of himself in said area down to the pit of his bones.

Well, ‘bones’ was one way to put it. With a quick and curious test, he imagined his hand completely disconnecting from his arm by the wrist, and with a small push in the back of his mind, his elevated left hand simply fell to the floor. Holding it up to his outright astonished face, Adam could see that there weren’t any visible bones in the smooth flat surface left behind at the point of separation on his wrist.

Adam somehow deduced that the bits inside of him that were the hardest were caused by the act of his subconscious keeping his body’s structure intact in place of where his bones used to exist, considering that he apparently didn’t have to actively focus on maintaining his overall humanoid shape at all times.

He could still fluently control his disembodied hand while it was laying on the carpet below, and he soon found that he could also reshape it as well. As it lay there with its middle finger aimlessly raised at the coffee table, Adam decided to try and relax its cellular structure in the same way he had imagined separating his hand. The result was him watching and feeling his disconnected appendage down below lose all shape, slightly spreading out across a small area of the rough carpet and quickly taking the form of something resembling a fleshy water-balloon.

The sensations it was transmitting to him were bizarre, as if what used to be his hand had curled up into an awkwardly relaxed fist while the undefined flesh touching the floor felt as though it was coming from a similar but larger version of the back of his hand.

This understandably freaked Adam the fuck out, and through some kind of new reflex he possessed, the sudden rush of panic caused the ball of fleshy matter to instinctively jump back to his flattened wrist and morph itself back into his right hand in the span of a single second.

At that point, he realized that he hadn’t taken another breath since the last one, and his body apparently wasn’t giving him indication that he actually needed to.

“Everything okay, Adam?” Grace asked, looking up into his distant expression with a mild look of concern. In doing so, that seemed to snap him right back to reality.

“Huh? Oh, yeah…” He mumbled, looking around the living room with what felt like a new set of eyes before turning back to his teenage mother and handsome brainwashed father. “I’m good, I think. Weird, but good.”

“Good.” Grace said, then sighed with relief. “That thing you did with your hand was awesome, by the way.”

“I’m still not sure how I did that, but you’re right, that was cool.” Adam chuckled, suddenly seeing his situation through a different lens. His own mother had stroked his bulge, technically turned him into a slime monster, and was in possession of a reality bending computer program.

Being that blood no longer flowed through his veins, Adam’s subconscious acted upon his conscious thoughts and caused his cock to become as hard as steel, threatening to rip straight through the strained fabric of his slacks.

“Well, I’ll let you have the night to yourself to play around with it.” She said, turning to her husband while slowly scooting into his lap. “Your father and I have fifteen years of marital troubles to work out.”

“Right, makes sense.” Adam said with a nod, then nervously tested the proverbial waters further. “D-Do you guys need some company, or-”

“Maybe next time, sweetheart.” She said, cutting him off. “Even though I’m sure your father wouldn’t mind if you joined in on the fun, isn’t that right?”

“Huh?” Kelvin looked away from Grace’s feet as they were now out of arm's reach and her perky butt was pressing into his crotch. He got the message, it seemed, and brought his sturdy arms up to hold his young wife like a princess before looking up towards his son with a smile on his face. “Oh, sure. What’s mine is yours, Adam.”

Adam didn’t know how to respond to that, and instead gave Grace a quizzical look.

“He’ll do and think whatever I tell him to do and think from now on.” She said with a wink, snuggling into his cradled embrace. “And after tonight, he’ll be free market if you ever need an easy lay.”

“I’ll, uh, keep that in mind, I guess.”

“Carry me to the bedroom, dear.” Grace said, then loudly giggled once her husband abruptly stood up with her in his arms and began towards the hallway, the laptop still open and running in her lap. “Have fun Adam, and here’s a little extra mass for you to play around with!”

His parents disappeared into their bedroom down the hallway, and he heard the door’s lock audibly click behind them.

He wondered what his strange mother had meant by that, but didn’t have to wait long to find out.

Adam’s tight slacks were destroyed in an instant, and the tall young man now had an ass that looked like it belonged to a pale-skinned Kardashian.

After blinking a few times in utter shock, he looked down to see his big hard cock sticking straight out in front of him from a wide pair of hips. Turning around, his eyes nearly bulged out of his head as the sheer size of his new ass, which was sticking out like a shelf and surrounded by the shredded black tatters of bottoms and broken leather belt. The immense curves trailed up into his already narrow waist very nicely, and when the young man’s hands hesitantly reached back to sink themselves into his tight but still plush booty-meat.

The sensations that came along with his touch felt better than expected, and he stood there for a solid minute just mindlessly groping and kneading the pillowy flesh of his rap-video-star donk before realizing what he was doing. He cleared his throat in embarrassment and picked up what remains of his bottoms were scattered around him, then went off to his room and locked the door behind him. Adam dropped the torn fabric in his hands and completely disrobed altogether, often getting briefly distracted by his unreasonably erect dick and the bubbly midsection it was attached to.

After that was done, he wasted no time in examining himself in the full-body mirror located in the corner of his room. Adam was not disappointed, either. His ass was perfect, as if two gravity-defying basketballs were attached to perfectly-round hips that trailed down into the bubbliest pair of thighs he’d ever seen.

Adam gave his leg a shake and watched his ass jiggle and sway better than most any pornstar’s would've, whether natural or fake.

Fuck, he really wanted to see it getting fucked, hard. He reached back and gave it a slap, sending it into another jiggle-fit, and then that same hand moved in and explored the juicy crevasse between his round cheeks.

He couldn’t help but push a couple of fingers against his hole when they found it, and to Adam’s surprise, they almost slipped right in without any sort of lubrication, while the tightness of his virgin ass remained extremely tight.

Adam gasped as he shoved those two fingers in and stood up straight, turning away from the mirror and using his free hand to grab ahold of his twitching cock. He found that it was indeed harder than it's ever been, and wasted no time in quickly stroking its length as if his life depended on it, all the while pushing two, then three of his fingers as far in his elastic asshole as he could. Not a full minute later, Adam was cumming all over the surface of his neatly-made bed coverings, firing off rope after rope after rope of his hot and very thick seed.

After it was finally over, the young man sighed and shivered with a deep sense of satisfaction as he pulled his entire hand out of his large ass and let go of his still very erect schlong.

Looking down at the mess in front of him, Adam’s eyes almost bugged out of his head. There had to be a full gallon of thick goo spilled across his bed, and when he took a step back, he noticed much less jiggling coming from his backside compared to how it felt mere moments ago. Turning around, he saw that his lower body wasn’t as plump and luscious as it was before ejaculating, but it was still fairly big and bubbly.

It took a moment for him to put the pieces together, but Adam turned back to the mess on his bed and wondered something.

With wide eyes, Adam realized that he was able to reach out with his mind and begin controlling the cellular composition of the seed splattered around the area, forcing every ounce of it to come together in a single spot. Once it had done so, he hesitantly willed for it to become whatever kind of flesh that was holding his body together, and it immediately did so, changing from a thick mass of white goop into a perfectly-round ball of pale flesh that rested atop the now-spotless bed in front of him. It felt just like his disembodied hand did when it was separated from his body earlier, spreading out across the bed’s surface like a warming ball of dough just from its sheer weight it held.

“Okay then…” He mumbled to himself, running a hand through his long blonde hair. “This is going to take some getting used to, after all.”