John doesn't give her a chance

John didn’t give his mom time to reply to his exclamation, instead he moved right on to the important question. “Why do you have a dick?” He yelled.

John shifted his gaze from the thick, long, manhood dangling between his mother’s legs to the naked amazon standing slightly behind her. As far as he knew she was the one who was in charge, and had been the person behind the curtain that had created this whole situation. It wasn’t much of a jump to assume this was her fault as well. “What did you do to her?” he shouted in an angry voice, his hands curling up into fists.

“John! Stand the fuck down!” His mother shouted as she moved so she was standing directly in front of her towering son and looking up into his flushed face. “It wasn’t her. It was those fucking aliens.”

John had been so focused on what was wrong with his mother, he hadn’t really paid much attention to what was also wrong with the picture in front of him. His mother’s mention of the aliens shifted his focus enough that he finally took note that there was a five foot tall cat-girl in the room with them, and it wasn’t a costume.

“You, you did this to her!” he roared at the petite feline girl. The girl’s eyes widened and she took a step back as her breath seemed to catch in her throat. If John had been a bit more observant he would have noticed how her nipples crinkled and her thighs clenched as her pelvis contracted. Her tail began to lash in excitement. That John deciphered as aggression and the intent to attack. That was fine by him. His mother had been turned into a freak and he needed to punch someone in the face for it.

John went to step around his mom to get at the fucking alien, only to give a gasp as intense pain jolted through his groin as his mom reached out and casually took hold of his ball sake, and gave it a good hard squeeze.

Eyes watering, and unable to retaliate against his own mother, he looked down at her through his teary eyes as she glared up at him. “You ready to listen, John?” she asked in a dire voice, giving his balls another good squeeze to point out the consequences if his answer was no.

Not trusting his voice, John, nodded his head.

“Poor M’Ress had nothing to do with what happened to me! It was way above her pay grade. If anything it’s far more your fault than hers.”

“What! No way!” John protested.

“Yes way. You kept my poor sore womb so filled with cum for so long that the nanites in my body were able to get a good enough read on your genetic code to turn me into your alpha once they were activated.”

“What a motherfucker,” Maki chortled, earning her a dirty look from several of the other girls. “Hey, I’m not saying that like it’s a bad thing,” she protested.

“No, I’d say it’s a very good thing if the end result was an alpha for our pride two generations early. If she’s a genuine alpha, that is,” Malia said.

Helen looked Malia up and down appreciatively, while the faux cock between her legs twitched.. “Seems to me that it’s a pretty easy thing to prove. All you need is to have someone I’ve pumped full of my cum service John.” She glanced over her shoulders at Natalia. “You! Cow tits! Get on your knees and get my son hard!” she snapped.

Natalia’s face turned red under the liberal amount of sperm that decorated it. She gave Helen a defiant look, and made no move to obey.

“Oh, so that’s the way you want it!” Helen said in a flat voice. She reached up and dug her fingers into Natalia’s tits.

The brunette gritted her teeth, but made no move to retaliate, even as Helen's grip tightened and she began to force Natalia to her knees.

Malia spoke up. “I’m not sure if it’s a good idea to use Natalia as a test subject. Even if John’s balls are empty there is more than enough residue coating his dick and inside it to addict Natalia. This is a very bad time for her to turn into a mindless bimbo with only one thing on her mind.”

Helen gave Natalia a look that promised dire consequences for her defiance, while twisting her hands causing the younger girl to let out a whimper. The much bigger brunette tried to return her look with one of defiance, but her eyes clenched shut in pain as tears flowed down her cheeks.

Helen maintained her grip long enough to re-establish her dominance, and then released Natalia’s tits to turn her attention to Malina. Behind her Natalia let out a grasp and lifted her hands to cradle her poor abused breasts.

“I suppose letting John fuck the girl who knows where all the bodies are buried into a mindless slut while the world is going up in flames would be a bad idea.” Helen conceded.

Helen gave Malia another long lingering look not neglecting any part of her body as she accessed her. Her cock began to swell, but then she gave a sigh and said, “I take it you’re the doctor. If anything, your mind is more important than Tit’s. So I’ll let you decide. I’ve already inoculated Big Tits and Kitty. Betty is already immune, mostly. You say Big Tits is off limits and I say that I’m not letting John get anywhere near Kitty unless she’s tied down hard. I’m going to guess that you don’t consider yourself an option. That leaves just two choices. Short Stack and the red-headed bimbo. So who do you recommend as a test subject?”