Her

Way too close.

You didn't realise you had that in you. It was fun. Lots of fun. But wow, that could get dangerous.

Not just this insane new cumload, but you could've gotten her pregnant! That would've been intense. Would they have kept it? The police woman did, but that wasn't quite the same…

Not the time for that. You looked at the options before you. The You options were getting dangerous. You needed some way to control this stuff, but there wasn't a 'settings' option. Weird that you hadn't considered the need for a toggle yet, but after what happened in the car, you were wondering where this all might end up. At the rate you were moving, you'd probably fuck a hundred women before your next birthday. Especially if Ava had any hand in it. It might get hard to keep track of everything. Maybe a spreadsheet, or a notebook?

Distracted again. A choice needs to be made. Well it sucks, but at least you don't have to deal with the Her consequences. Reality seems to just make that normal. Normal enough, anyway. You selected that.

Time restarted again and your body ricocheted back into action. It felt as if your dick tripled inside as your load burst forth. Like an exploded fire hydrant, the white cum blasted over Melissa's back, plastered her hair, shot over the table, and slammed against Ava. The wall behind her was showered in cum as your body kept going for a full twenty seconds.

Ava blinked the cum out of her eyes, looking for all the world like she was a clown who'd been pied. Melissa was panting, her face down on the table, still whining in pleasurable need. Pam had her mouth hanging open, her coffee totally forgotten. She stared at the streaks of gloopy cum, now dripping down her wife and walls.

"I guess the apple doesn't fall too far from your momma huh?" Pam said, gazing at the ocean of cum.

"He's amazing isn't he," Ava replied, a bit of cum dolloping into her mouth. She spat it out and grinned at you.

"M… master?"

All eyes turned to look down at Melissa. She was still flat on the table, but she was shivering. Or not so much shivering as wobbling.

The three of you watched as her ass, which was already massive, began to swell. Parts of the cum broke up and slid down her cheeks. They continued, unabated, until each was larger than her head. You spotted that her breasts, too, were swelling. They had been hanging down, the nipples rubbing against the table, but they were now ballooned out.

Each one was pressed into the table, the mass sliding out until the compressed flesh was at the same width as her biceps. Her hair grew too, the afro thickening and breaking apart, spreading into huge strands of thick, curly hair that fell down over her face.

Melissa pressed her shaky hands against the table, and you spotted even her nails growing. Where they had been simple and short cut, they lengthened out and adopted a nice sheen, as if painted by some unseen hand.

She slid off the table, the cum squelching and dripping as she moved. You moved back, your cum covered and wilting cock slapping between your legs. She stood up, and looked at you. Her eyes were enormous, bigger than before. They took over her face, turning her nose into a tiny button. Her lips, too, had grown. Puffing up and turning a bright red against her ebony skin, made so big they couldn't form any other shape but a pout.

Her eyes glistened as she looked at you for a fraction of a second, before falling to her knees.

"Master! Masterrrrrrr!"

Her eyes, massive and sparkling, rolled up into her head. Her massive lips parted, her drooling tongue lolling out as she came. Came just from addressing you as such. You watched her thighs, thickened, juicy, and tight, as they were painted by her exploding pussy.

It was now Pam who jumped to her feet.

"What the hell happened? What did you do to her?" She said, advancing on you.

"Nothing! Nothing I swear!" You raised your hands, as if to defend yourself from this much stronger woman.

"M-master has… ha ha… master has found me!" Melissa said, her hands reaching out for your thigh. She stroked it with reverence in her eyes.

"What do you mean found you?" Pam looked from her wife, to you.

You backed up a bit, and Melissa's hand dropped from your thigh. She whined. You dropped down to meet her gaze.

"Melissa, you're calling me Master, yeah?"

Melissa nodded.

"Does that mean I can tell you what to do?"

Melissa's eyes shone like searchlights, "anything! Anything master, anything at all! Whatever you command, your faithful slut will do!"

Pam reached down and took hold of Melissa's face. It wasn't rough, but she turned her face so they were staring at each other.

"Mel-mel, listen to me. Do you remember me? Are you ok?"

"Hee-hee, of course silly!" Melissa replied, letting out a high pitch giggle, "you're my wife. And I couldn't be better! Master has awoken me and made me his! Oh I love him so much!"

Pam rounded on you with fire in her eyes. She leapt to her feet and jammed a finger in your chest.

"I don't care how the fuck you did this, but you better turn her back before I your teeth out, you understand me?"

"Hey, don't you talk to my boyfriend like that," Ava said, scrambling to her feet.

"No! Please don't hurt Master!" Melissa cried, reaching a hand out in impotent, jiggling desperation.

You put your hands up, gesturing for the other women to stand down. Then you lowered your voice.

"Look, I ge-ge-get it. I don't kn-know what I did," you said, fighting through the stuttering as Pam's eyes burrowed into you, "I'm n-n-not trying to hurt you, I wa-wanna fix this too. If-f-f you k-k-kill me, I can't he-help you."

"You fucking better," she hissed, and stepped away.

You took a deep breath, and surveyed the room. Ava had cum coating her front, but even still was **** glaring at the taller woman. Melissa was still on the ground, the start of tears forming in her eyes.

You crouched down to look at her again. You watched her reach a hand to her back. She ran her finger through the cum like icing on a cake. When it was dripping down to her palm, she brought it back to her mouth. Her face lit up as you watched her swallow, a full body shiver causing her enormous tits to slide against one another. You felt your own cock, recently spent, twitch in acknowledgement.

"You said I awakened you," you said, trying to ignore the mounting arousal for the embodiment of sexuality before him, "what did you mean?"

"Slut has always been here. Slut wanted to be dominated. Controlled. Ordered. Made to feel weak and stupid and horny and so so so horny," Melissa said, a line of drool rolling out over her fat lips, "Master was rough. And nasty. And made slut his."

"Ah look I'm really sorry, I don't what came over me," you replied, looking down at the floor, "I didn't mean to make you feel stupid."

"Oh but slut is stupid!" Cried Melissa, "slut is so dumb. So so so dumb. Slut needs to be told what to do! What does master want?"

"Maybe 'master' should want to clean up my fucking house," Pam said, gesturing to the cum coating across everything.

"Hm, ok, alright, that's a good test," you turned back to Melissa, "Clean all my cum up."

Her eyes lit up, and she nodded, causing her pool of her hair to flop around with her head. The thought of grabbing it and yanking her around by that hair jumped into your mind. You shook your head and dispelled the thought.

She immediately jumped to her feet, and began scooping the cum up from her body. With every scoop, she brought them up to her mouth, staining her lips white as she guzzled the cum. In a few seconds flat, she had locked herself clean, and turned to the table. Instead of using her hands, you all heard a thud as she slammed her face against the wood and began licking the cum up like a dog.

"What the hell is she doing?!? Stop her!" Pam said, watching her voluptuous wife turn into an animal for her neighbour's giant load.

"Melissa, don't hurt yourself while you clean!" You say, unable to look away from the shuddering ass that is now in front of you.

Melissa only whines in response, but her movements become more delicate as she laps it all up. You continue to stare, wondering how deep your hand would sink if you spanked her ass. It must just keep going down…

She crawls along the table, lapping it up as she goes. You all watch, in silence. The sound of her licking, moaning, and gulping is all that fills it. Until she turns to Ava. Ava has been using a paper towel to dab at some of the cum. That is, until Melissa leaps on her. Her giant, jiggling tits squeeze into the short girl. The cum immediately stains her body, splashing and sloshing between them.

Melissa's bimbo tongue begins to slide all over Ava's face, licking from her cheek to her forehead. Ava squirms a little, so Melissa frantically grasps at her body. She pulls her in closer, sandwiching her gigantic lips against Ava's shocked face.

You hear a muffled moan, but you don't even know who it's from.

"Stop this!" Pam yells, looking back at you.

"She's doing what I asked, just let her f-f-f-finish," you replied, looking over at Pam, "we don't kn-know what the hell ha-happened to her, but she's not very cl-cl-clever now. What if sh-she has a mel-meltdown if I give her two c-con-conflicting orders?"

"Melissa baby what did he do to you…" she whispers as Melissa moves down to Ava'a neck.

Ava's head is thrown back, mouth open and eyes closed, as the giant slut continues to wind her tongue over skin. When Melissa finally stops and moves on to the cum covered wall, Ava slumps to the floor, blushing and panting.

Melissa finishes the walls in short order, and returns her giant body to the floor in front of you. She looks up at you, her face still streaked with little white strands of cum.

"Thank you Master."

"You're, uh, welcome?" You reply.

"Fucking oath, can she do that again? I think she missed a spot," Ava calls, raising a hand from her spot on the floor.

"Over my dead fucking body," Pam says, shooting Ava another glare.

"Ok, ok, I've had some time to think," you said, looking down at her, "you'll do anything I say, right?"

"In a heartbeat Master."

"Ok, I order you to view Pam as your Master instead of me."

You watch as Melissa's eyes go blank, almost dead. Her arms go limp, and her head lolls to one side. She's like that for several seconds, almost to the point where you want to shake her or say something else. You reach down to touch her when she springs back into life with a huge smile on her face. She swivels, and like a cat, crawls over to sit at Pam's feet.

"Mistress!"

Pam's mouth hangs open in shock, and she looks over at you, "this is not what I had in mind."

"I just… I don't know if it can be fixed. But at least she's yours now?"

Pam turns back to her wife, now naked, crawling, and with four times more boob than brains. She points back at you, while staring at Melissa.

"Mel-mel, who is he?"

"Oh him? That's David!" She waves at you, a stupid grin crossing her face, "he's the boy who lives over the road. He's got a cute cock! He was my master, but now you're my master! Will you punish me?"

Pam balked, "punish you? For what?"

"Slut is so stupid, she listened to David! Mistress should punish slut for being so stupid to not see her true owner."

Pam clasped her hands over her face, "out."

"I… what?" You said.

"Get the fuck out of my house!" She yelled, shaking the whole room, "I'll fucking deal with you making my wife a stupid meat pile. Get the fuck out of my house before you fuck her up worse!"

Ava piped up, "Could I just use the toilet-"

"NO! OUT!"

Pam hurled her coffee mug against the wall, shattering the ceramic into a million pieces. Ava hopped the table as you snatched up your pants. You both booked it out of the kitchen. Down the hall. Out the door. Over the lawn. Across the road.

You both stood, panting, on your front porch. You looked at each other. Ava smiled.

"Well, we stopped them arguing with each other."

"Oh shut up," you grumbled, fumbling your pants back on.