The Incredibles Hypno Bliss

Helen was a married woman. One might say that she had been a married women before, so that shouldn’t be news, but it was. She was a married woman, again. Married to the Gadgeteer, along with her daughter as sister-wives. Or mother-daughter-sister wives? She wasn't entirely clear, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered wast that her name was now Helen Morse, wife to Devin Morse, villain and loving husband.

She sighed contentedly, luxuriating in the feeling of being so utterly controlled. She felt nothing for her old husband, for her old sons. Her husband had removed those useless feelings. When she pictured Bob’s mug, she could see nothing more than a plain, somewhat chubby face. When she held her older son’s visage in her mind, she didn’t see the man he would grow up into, only the plain facts of the contours of his face. And her youngest child was nothing more than a crying, somewhat annoying babe.

Her love was reserved for the important people in her life. Her daughter who was at that very moment sucking on her engorged tits. Her husband who was fucking her in her cunt. These were the people that mattered.

“I love you, dearest,” she told her husband. It was obvious, blindingly so. Her every moment was dedicated to him, to being his ****. He had brainwashed her to be like this. So she didn’t need to say it. But she liked to. She loved to use every part of herself to exemplify her status as his ****, and the mouth was but another tool that had more purposes than just sucking his cock. “I love you more than anything and anyone else.”

Her husband patted her on the head, which was the ultimate sign of approval. Asides from the fucking. “I know. I adjusted the brainwashing protocol myself, so I doubt it’s going to wear off anytime soon.” And wasn’t that the most reassuring thing to hear? “But just to double check, do you love me more than your husband?”

“Yes!”

“More than you sons?”

“Yes!”

“More than your daughter?”

He groped Violet’s breasts as he asked this. Helen’s reply was a bit delayed, because she had to think for a moment. Was her love for her daughter as a sister-**** somehow equal to her love of her master? It seemed ludicrous at first, but on the other hand it kind of made sense that her daughter was just a toy for her master, an extension of his will, and that she couldn’t love his playthings any less than she could him, since in a manner of speaking they were him, being so utterly devoted and wrapped around his commands.

But her master didn’t want to hear that, so she simply said ‘Yes!’, much to his delight as evident by the grin that plastered itself across his face.

Her daughter didn’t seem to mind, as she just kept on suckling on Helen’s tit. She seemed to really love doing that lately. Perhaps it was because it was so full of milk. A natural consequence of her being pregnant with her master’s child. Though also an unnatural consequence of her master’s tinkering. Some gadget he had made which had stimulated her production. He had said it was for making sure the baby had enough milk, but she was pretty sure it was mostly for his own pleasure. She didn’t mind of course, since her body was his to do with as he pleased. He was also kind enough to allow her to use her powers to expand enough to make child-bearing an easier task. One of the better upsides of her elastic powers. Though the best use of course was making sure her tits were gigantic. How else was she to store all the milk her master wanted sloshing around in there?

Her ex-husband had been viscerally unwell when he had seen her like this. She remembered it well. The two of them meeting at the divorce lawyer’s lobby. Him just staring at her protruding belly. Like it hadn’t sunk in before then, despite him already knowing she was remarried. Helen savored that moment, not out of spite, but out of love. The disgust, confusion, shock in his face, it was all a testament to her newfound dedication to her master.

Her husband didn’t even know that she’d been brainwashed, the big lug. Of course he probably suspected some foul play, but master’s identity as a villain, and especially his identity as a villain that used mind control was as secret as ever. He was safe, and if he ever did get found out, she’d fight tooth and nail to defend him. As would her daughter.

Violet withdrew her mouth, leaving a trail of milk flowing from Helen’s nipple to her stomach. Her daughter then proceeded to wrap herself around her master. She then went invisible. Or partially did. Everything but her tits and ass (which she helpfully twisted her body to show both off at the same time) and her bulging stomach, laden with child as well.

“I’ve been practicing. I can make parts of myself invisible now. What do you think? Should I walk around like this? I want to show off my important parts.”

Helen admonished her daughter. “I think the people at the supermarket might be a bit suspicious if you did that.”

“Yeah, but it’d be super hot. Besides, maybe the people at the supermarket should just be brainwashed to accept us as slaves.”

“Cameras, dear.” It was something they always had to consider, how to not attract any undue attention. For instance, they wore special contact lenses that adjusted their eye colors back to their previous version when they were in public. In private they glowed with an ethereal blue that marked them eternally as their master’s slaves. It wasn’t all worry and trouble though, which Helen advised Violet to keep in mind. “Be happy that our master is happy with just us two as his slaves. It means we don’t have to share his attention with anyone else, after all.”

“I suppose.” Her daughter hadn’t been entirely cured of her petulance, but that was fine. It was just another thing to endear herself to her master.

“Come now, slaves. No fighting in paradise, eh?” Her master commanded, so Helen demurred. Besides, her daughter was going to be a mother soon. It wasn’t right to mother her anymore. She had to learn how to be a proper maternal figure on her own, and stifling her wouldn’t give her the room to do so.

“You’re right, master.” She always made sure to puff up his ego. It was her duty as a **** and doubly so as a wife to make sure her husband-master was taken care of both physically and mentally. Oh, speaking of, the food was almost ready. She put on master’s favorite bikini and got off the bed once dressed. As his ****, she was completely fine with going naked all the time, but he liked to see her dress up while she did household chores. Something about the contrast between mundanity and surreality, or something like that. It didn’t really matter to her. She just wore the clothes and did the tasks her master chose for her.

“Be right back, master.” Violet said and followed her into the kitchen.

When they got there, Violet gave Helen a smack on her power-enhanced rear. Helen had expanded her butt with her powers as well, because her master loved rears and much as he did breasts, and bigger was of course better. The sound clearly carried out to their master, which was the point. Their actions were all performative for their master’s enjoyment. Though Violet did enjoy the sight of her mother’s assmeat jiggling through the bikini on a personal level as well.

“I wish my T&A was as good as yours,” Violet complained.

“It’s my fault, for not passing down my power.”

“No, of course not, Mom. Look, I’m going to ask Master to research how to do better plastic surgery. I was wondering if you think he’d be cool with that.”

“Cool?” Helen wasn’t quite sure what coolness had to do with it. But she figured her daughter was mostly asking if it was fine to ask anything of their master. If it was their place to do so, rather than just accede to his desires. “Yes, I’m sure it’s ‘Cool’ to do so. Master doesn’t want mindless slaves. He wants us to be our best selves, and asking him to help make us that is certainly permissible.”

“Oh. Yeah that makes sense.” Her daughter slapped Helen’s ass another time. “Thanks mom.”

“No problem, daughter.”

The two left it there in companionable silence as Helen finished dinner. She had done this before, as part of a family of five. Cooking for three people was much easier. Though she was a bit more ravenous due to the pregnancy. It was easier though in general because she was doing this as part of her service to her master. Cooking, cleaning, shopping, it was all for him. And because of that she put her all into everything and enjoyed every moment of it. How could she not? It was programmed into her very being.

As if to echo her thoughts, Violet, who was helping with the preparation, spoke. “This is everything I dreamed of, you know. I’m so happy we found someone to brainwash us like this. It’s so nice to live our our fetishes like this.”

“Me too, daughter-****. As a hypno-kink slut, I couldn’t be happier to be a fellow **** to a master with you.”

The two sighed, and then those sighs gave way to moans as they started making out. This was their happily ever after, and there was no breaking free, not that they would even think about such an awful thing. Instead they thought of boobs and tits and milk and their children growing up and becoming adults to be daughter-slaves of their own in time to master.