This was all Ellen's idea.

You shrink your wife's tits down to standard pornstar size. The yoga balls were fun but hardly practical. You decide to keep the cartoonish sexpot look, at least for now, but what to do with her mind? She should enjoy what you've done to her, you decide. The enthusiastic blowjob she gave you earlier was fantastic.

You get a wicked grin and aim the blue laser at Ellen's head. You tell her that she had found the remote and brought it to you because she has always fantasized about you transforming her into your ultimate sexual fantasy. Nothing turns her on more than the thought of arousing you.

When her mom woke up, it was Ellen's idea to transform her into her slutty little sister. You let her know that you find it arousing for Ellen to dominate Wanda sexually, so of course, that's what Ellen wants to do.

You turn back to your mother in law, still frozen in midswipe. You'll have to unpause Ellen first and get her out of the way after you reprogram Wanda.

Or...

You slide under your wife and unpause her. No longer supported by mammoth tits, she falls forward and you catch her. She's surprised but delighted and kisses you with her pink bow of a mouth.

Once you two pause in your make out session, Ellen notices Wanda.

"What happened to 'little sis'?" She asks, unconcerned.

"Oh, the mind control thing wore off and she remembered she's your mother," you say. "She was pissed so I paused her."

Ellen giggles.

"I bet she was!" She exclaims. "The body stuff doesn't wear off, does it? I wouldn't want to lose the girls!"

She hefty her big fake titties lovingly.

"I don't think so," you say. "At least it hasn't yet."

"Well, at least I know you didn't mind control me now," Ellen reasons. "I'm still the horny slut obsessed with getting you off I always have been! Not that I'd mind if you wanted to play with my head a little bit. If it gets you hard, I'm fine with that."

"Ellie, babe, why would I want to mind control you when you're already the perfect little pervert?"

"Awww!" Ellen exclaims "So sweet!"

And you start making out again and one thing leads to another and you end up getting titfucked on the floor while leaning against your frozen, bimbofied mother in law.

As you pant in post orgasmic joy, Ellie takes two fingers of spooge from her tits and eats it with relish, then, puts the two fingers to her clit and brings herself off quite loudly. You hope she doesn't wake the neighbors. Or do you...

"We really can't leave mommy dearest like that," Ellen says languidly, interrupting your mental inventory of the neighborhood.

"Huh? Oh. Yeah," you agree, remembering what you're leaning against, having been fixated on Ellen's masturbation.

"So, get to zapping my mom, Stud!" She encouraged.

You grin. So nice to have a willing partner.

"How about you do it, Sweetcheeks?" You propose.

You show Ellen the unpause button and the mind control function, then hand it to her.

Wanda's claws swish through the air where Ellen had been before she was paused.

"Wha...?" She says before Ellen puts the blue laser between her blue eyes and she goes slack jawed and docile. Ellen giggles.

"You are not my mother, Wanda. You are my slutty little sister," Ellen says gleefully.

"I'm your slutty little sister..." Wanda agrees in a lost, weak voice.

"You begged to live with us because you're too stupid to get by on your own, so you're **** not to disappoint us and get kicked out on your ass," Ellen says, enjoying messing with Wanda even more than you did if that's possible. "You are **** for my approval, Wanda. You've got such low self-esteem you'll do anything I tell you if it has any chance of making me appreciate you."

The entranced Wanda agrees to all of it. Then Ellen turns off the remote and hands it to you as your restored sister in law blinks back into full consciousness.

"You're a bad, bad girl, Wanda!" Ellen tells her.

"I know," Wanda agrees, nodding meekly. "I'm sorry. I can't help it."

"Do you want to make it up to me?" Your wife asks.

Wanda nods urgently.

"How?" She asks.

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