Yes

You find yourself in your home, sounds coming from the kitchen, a woman singing quietly. As you approach the kitchen door and open it, a bright flash blinds you and you fall to the floor. The singing never stops, but becomes louder. A female figure - your wife? - now stands above you. You faintly make out her features: fair hair in a pixie-cut, large ember eyes... she wears a thin olive pullover. What is her face? You can't make it out. She warps into Mara. Your head starts hurting, the woman reaches towards you, beyond what your eyes can see. Suddenly she retracts her hand, holding what looks to be a brain. She pulls her skirt down, revealing an erect penis attached to her perfectly toned hips. For a moment you think that you know what's going to happen, but then she starts impaling the brain onto one of her fingers, smiling archly, changing appearance every time the finger enters the brain. Now she is Mara, now she is the woman with the pixie-cut, now she is Mara again. You cannot move, all you can do is to endure the headache and watch the strange spectacle.

"Enjoying the show, John?", she says giddily.

You cannot answer.

The pixie-cut woman, who is she? You feel like you should know her, like she is important to you, but you can't remember. The apparition's movements become faster with each thrust. Soon enough they become so quick that you can no longer discern either Mara or the pixie-cut woman. They have merged into a mosaic of both, a kind of grotesque figure you'd only seen in body-horror films, with the pieces of one woman trying to consume the pieces of the other. For a moment, the pixie-cut half consumes the Mara half. She then stops fingering the brain and swallows it whole, increasing your headache tenfold. Then she reaches for you, but suddenly Mara takes over, and the pixie-cut woman is no more. Mara picks you up. You find yourself the size of a baby. Mara now holds you to her chest, but instead of breasts there are two cocks.

"Let mommy feed you.", she says, and her cocks enter your mouth.

You start sucking in spite of a protesting voice inside your head. If feels strangely pleasant. Pretty soon you forget all about the pixie-cut woman, and once your final memory of her fades, mommy's breast-cocks erupt in a barrage of cum. One pumps it down your throat. The other slips out of your mouth and starts dosing you both, until the entire room fills with the gooey white substance. Fear captures you, as you realize you are about to drown, but then Mara whispers: "Don't be afraid, Puppy, just let it happen.", the fear subsides, and you peacefully drown together.

You awake to your racing heart and a wet bed, but still unable to move.