...go meet Tim and save their master.

Tim Lane was dreaming again. He picked up on that when his mom called him to get out of bed. Not shouted, but called on his phone.

"Of course, Mom. I won't miss the bus. I know. I'll be down for breakfast in a second. Sure, that sounds great. I love you too, Mom." He ended the call with a smile. She always worried so much about him. There was, however, a certain palpable sense of apprehension that he couldn't quite place, as if he'd forgotten something; an appointment, maybe? He checked the schedule on his phone in the vain hope he'd written something down. As his eyes slid past scattered entries, not really registering any, he could hear a distant noise that grabbed his attention. It sounded like...he wasn't quite sure. It was too far off for now, and he had breakfast waiting.

Tim walked into his childhood kitchen with a relived sigh. The familiar smell of bacon helped him relax from a tension he hadn't realized he was carrying. His mother was just finishing breakfast as he sat at the table. She didn't look like his mom, but he was certain she was, in the way only a dream can convey.

"Is Dad not up yet?"

"Not yet. He had a long night, but he'll be down in a bit." Tim's mom replied, all sunshine and smiles. The dreamer only shrugged. Yet again, once the sizzling of the pan had ended, the noise from earlier intruded. A little closer, a little clearer, it sounded like drums of some kind. There was no rhythm or beat, just a cacophony of distant percussion.

"Hey, mom. Do you hear..." As Tim turned to look back at his mother, it wasn't her, but Crystal he saw. She was wearing her usual outfit, nothing, and to his surprise, so was he. He was naked in front of his own moth-Crystal, and all he could think of was to cover his crotch with his hands and blush fiercely.

"Hear what, Timmy? Are you feeling alright? You look like you might have a fever. Let me check." Figment-Crystal stepped in far closer than necessary to lay a hand on his forehead, giving him a close and detailed look at his mothe...at her...Crystal's generous, supple breasts.

"Sweetheart, I think you might have a fever. You should stay home today, with me. I'll take care of you." Tim looked up to see a very un-motherly smile on the figment's face. She hugged his head to her chest, and for a brief moment, all he could hear was the chaotic drumming.

He pushed back in a panic. The space between the encompassing breasts was too hot and stifling. This was wrong. He was in danger! He had to get away! He broke free, falling backwards. His chair tipped over, but it never hit the floor. There WAS no floor. Tim tumbled back and down. And down and down. The floor, the walls, Crystal, they were all gone. There was only black and falling and the approaching drums. He tried to scream, but the black only swallowed it up. But then, breaking through the beating noise, he heard a new sound.

It was never entirely distinct, just the impression of a tune. A familiar music he couldn't quite grasp, couldn't completely understand, but it was soothing. In straining to hear it, he forgot about the falling, the drumming, and the panic. He was safe, in an empty bathtub, hidden away. It was safe to rest here and hum a tuneless little tune, away from the monsters and fears. At least for a little while longer.

"You're right. He is pretty cute. Could I just give him a little kiss? I won't tell him." A voice Tim had never heard before spoke while he was still between sleep and waking. The survivor couldn't quite grasp the meaning of the words yet, so he felt no reason to do anything about it.

"No, Ivan. All I did was kiss Emily, and she grew huge boobs. I promised him, Ivan." That was definitely Crystal's voice.

'Who's Emily?' Tim thought to himself. His conscious mind had nearly finished it's morning pre-flight check, and had begun to process language again.

"But don't you think he'd like to have big boobs. I do. ...okay, okay. Don't look at me like that; I won't touch him." The new voice teased before acceding. Tim cracked an eye, and found himself looking straight into Ivan's youthful and very feminine face. She was on all fours, giving Tim a very close look. It consumed all the restraint he had not to leap right through the ceiling.

"Hi. I didn't mean to wake you up." Ivan spoke to him with a gentle smile.

"No! Ah, no. It's fine. I was about to get up anyway. You...You're Crystal's...um...husband, right?"

"That'd be me. Ivan Miller, happy to meet ya." She held out her hand, which Tim shook almost on reflex to the gesture.

"My wife tells me you've been helping her track down our master. It means a lot to me that you'd do that." Ivan continued while she turned to sit beside a somewhat wary Tim. Crystal came to sit opposite, leaving Tim sandwiched between a pair of the most beautiful, and most forbidden, women he had ever met. Even if one of them did have a cock visibly larger than his.

"Mmm...don't worry, Timmy. Ivan promised that he won't get you infected too." Crystal assured the trepidatious survivor while she cuddled up next to him.

"Unless you want me to." Ivan added with a wicked smile.

"Thanks-I mean no! No, thanks! But thank you. For the promise. I should get ready. To go, so we can save...your son...yeah." Tim stammered nervously, hastily standing to break free from the warm, sexy bodies pressing against him. During the next hour, he tried to concentrate on preparing to leave, and not on his companions. The pair spent the whole time touching, teasing, and kissing each other, making time seem to stretch on to forever. Finally, after a very late breakfast, Tim announced that he was ready to go.

"Are you sure you don't want to take care of that, first? Oh, we'd love to help, wouldn't we?" Crystal indicated the poorly concealed tent in Tim's pants.

"Love to. Don't be afraid, we know how to share anything you want to give us," Ivan chimed in, holding her wife from behind and playing with Crystal's tits.

"We should...if...okay, fine. I guess it wouldn't hurt to be thinking clearly. You two planned this out, didn't you?" Tim relented, and began to unbuckle his belt.

"No." The two answered, but Ivan's grin and Crystal's averted gaze cast doubt on that. Soon, however, their total attention was divided between watching Tim work his cock and putting on a debauched show. Crystal showered her transformed lover's chest in kisses, nuzzling them affectionately, and sucking the prominent, sensitive buds. Ivan moaned with erotic joy to have her precious Crystal playing with her again, but couldn't help staring at the mesmerizing length that stood just out of arm's reach. Every time Tim's hand slid wetly along that beautiful shaft, her own would pulse in sympathetic pleasure.

"Sexkitten, I need...I need to be inside you so badly." Ivan looked into her wife's sparkling eyes and declared her need.

"Oh! Take my ass! I'm a dirty slut that needs to be fucked in the ass." Crystal began to beg while kissing her partner desperately. Ivan found herself pushed back against the ramshackle wall with her wife sliding the hard, glistening futa cock over the swell of her backside. Pressing her back against her lust-driven husband, the adventurous mother continued to tease and beg.

"Slide that big girlcock inside my ass, you sexy bitch!" Crystal's demands were quickly fulfilled as the stiff lance stretched her out wonderfully. Ivan slipped into the perpetually slippery hole at a torturous pace accompanied with groans and screams of euphoria.

"Yessss! Oooooh! Fuck me! Oh, Tim! Please, watch her fuck me!" The pair began to to move their hips, launching into a dance they both seemed created for.

Crystal, bent forward to take more into her greedy, wonderfully stretched hole, looked up at Tim wantonly. Her eyes begged him to slam his cock down her throat, to do more than watch. In the moment, as his body prepared for another calamitous release, it was nearly irresistible. Fortunately for him, his body couldn't crumble to the temptation before he began to paint Crystal with his cum. She eagerly caught what she could in her mouth, letting the rest shower her face.

"Ooooh! Yes! Fuck yes! It's so good, Timmy. I-Uhn-I love the taste of your-Oooh!-of your...yoooourraaahhh!" Crystal's praise was cut short as Ivan's plunging cock hit just the right depth. Her climax tore through her, turning her knees to wet clay. Only her lover's arms wrapped around her waist kept her upright. Ivan had lost control as she approached her own finalé. Crystal's climax caused her to squeeze the shaft filling her, and that proved to be too much.

"Ivan! Oh! It's so hot! Pour it all into me! Fill me with it!" Crystal begged for Ivan's cum while the futa cried out ecstatically. The infected couple slowly sank to the ground into a puddle of their combined juices, still filled with lust. They continued to make out passionately, sharing Tim's seed, and moaning their satisfaction.

"Um...thanks. We'd better get going soon, or..." Tim panted, watching the salacious display before him.

"Or what, Timmy? Are you afraid we'd spend all day just fucking each other over and over?" Crystal asked in mock innocence.

"I think that's exactly what he's saying!" Ivan joined in the fun while she gently ran her finger over her wife's slick petals.

"Okay, then. You guys have fun. I'm going to go find your master, and tell him you were too busy playing with each other to save him." Playing the game, Tim gathered his things and began to walk away.

"Noooo! Don't!"

"He'll get all the reward cock!" The two girls scrambled to their feet, and chased after their uninfected friend, laughing the whole way.