The Pills work…mostly

I used to dread when Crystal allowed my mother to return home for her brief visits. There was longing and a good deal of heartbreak seeing what her body had been shaped and reformed into, and fury knowing that Crystal was only allowing these little moments to further rub salt into the collective wounds of the family. But as the bimbofied body of Jennifer Connors walked into her former home, it wasn’t sadness I felt, but a kind of grim and sadistic excitement. Crystal was about to get exactly what was coming to her.

My father couldn’t look at his wife, wouldn’t even leave his room to speak with her. I suspected he was drunk, but I mentally filed away that heartache and promised myself it was only temporary. Things would get better. David and Tabitha greeted their mother with stilted awkwardness, though Tabitha at least made the effort to be warm.

“Timmy,” Jennifer sniffled, coming to embrace me. Everything about the hug felt wrong. Her inflated breasts, pressing into me, the thick scent of perfume that was utterly alien on my mom’s body.

I broke the hug and produced the pills. “Mom, take these,” two small pills sat in the palm of my outstretched hand. “They’re from Dr Saunders.”

She looked at me with that face that was no longer her own, thick lips perfectly improved to suck cock, Botox around the eyes and cheeks to tighten all the maternal wrinkles that were natural on a middle aged woman. “What?”

“Just take them,” I urged, voice fragile on and the verge of tears, “please!”

She did so, swallowing them dry with a frown. At first there was no reaction, no change. But then she winced a little, bringing a manicured finger up to her temple and rubbing at it. “Owww,” she hissed, unsteady on her feet for a moment before growing very still. When she opened her eyes, she looked at me in wonderment. “I…I can’t hear her? Timmy, what did you do?” She laughed, breathless and smiled for what must have been the first time in ages, wiping tears from her eyes. “I’m alone again!”

Tears prickled in my eyes, and I embraced her again, this time much fiercer.

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For the next several weeks Jennifer Connors held full control of her body and faculties. Where once she had to contend with Crystal’s own consciousness bouncing around in the back of her head in the few moments of control she had, now she experienced only blissful silence.

But with the newfound control came the **** consequences of detaching Jennifer Connors life from that of Crystal Minx. Two contracts had to be bought their way out of and things almost escalated into a legal battle until Jennifer threatened to take the whole matter public, turning her new legion of fans against what she would call an “exploitative and abusive” studio. They won, but in paying off the studios the Connors family were **** to sell their house and downsize considerably.

Things didn’t perfectly correct themselves with the family dynamic either. During Crystal’s reign of terror Don had found himself seeking comfort elsewhere, and eventually admitted to the family that he had fallen for a woman named Sarah and that it would be easier if he moved on with his life. Jennifer was devastated, but managed to find solace in the support of her children. David and Tabitha went back and forth between parents, but I had elected to stay with Mom full time to help her out. The new place was nice, if small. No one recognised Jennifer, and though the plastic surgeries had been extensive and left her with a striking and overly sexualised appearance, her life became a lot more quiet and relaxed.

The pills did their job, and Saunders kept Jennifer supplied with a regular dosage, taking note of every little irregularity or side effect. Thankfully, the hormonal changes were mostly benign- Jennifer’s fertility had greatly increased, in spite of her age. It had been completely unexpected, but yielded results that were incredibly beneficial in other fields of medicine. Saunders realised he had the potential to revolutionise IVF treatments and was actively talking about retiring from neurology to pursue something far less invasive.

Little did anyone know, Crystal Minx was not gone. The pills had kept her suppressed, but she was very much aware of everything. She saw through Jennifer’s eyes, experienced every sensation, listened to every conversation. And within her prison, she seethed, and planned for an act of ****.