Encounter with Angie.

Even though your mother had given birth to twins and gained some weight over the years. The added weight made her body more luscious in all the right places, with wider thighs, round-bubble-butt, and enormous breasts. For a woman in her early forties, everything about her is in prime condition. More precisely, it is a suitable condition for bearing children. With your gifted abilities, you can practically get away with anything. Why not use it for your gratification?

The way your mother is flinching in the kitchen with an embarrassed expression urges your hungry cock to proceed ravaging her alluring body.

“Mom, show me how a hooker removes their garments?” You asked with a devious grin but your mother is a strict Catholic woman who despised using profanity, and you add another command to entice the performance, “Oh, dance like a sleazy bitch while you're at it."

“I'm going to wash your mouth with soap, young man …” Heather argue by your veiled behavior but resistance didn't last long due to the manipulation, and she reprash, "All the guys I dated wanted to slide their fucking dick between my enormous racks.”

"Ugh...I hate using this crap." Heather said while forcefully pulling on the bra and the breasts briskly juggled when the lace snapped.

Heather fully displays for your viewing pleasure while asking, “Do you like mommy's breasts?"

"Damn...it freaking enormous," You blurted and your mother slide the undergarment down her slender legs while resuming to tease, "You presume my pussy had gotten loose, huh? Well, you're mistaken!!"

Heather smirked at your perplexed expression while informing, "I haven't had intercourse since your father passed away," Chuckles, "It's sealed up tighter than a horny virgin. Do you need proof?”

Heather sensed your eagerness and promptly tarnished the fabrics. Afterward, she gives a seductive pose while saying, "I've finished shaving my pussy this morning. Do you like it?"

You intensely gazed at your mother's shaven slit while blurting, "Holy shit."

Heather smiled at your reaction while picking up the garments to discard in the trash and then turned on the radio while approaching your location.

“From now on, I'm going to be naked in public and allow everyone to ravage my needy cunt.” Heather said while dancing seductively.

You slip two fingers in the entrance but your mother slaps your hands away while saying in a harsh tone, “No, it's **** if you touch me."

You had forgotten to alter your mother's perception with the gift for this occasion.

“Your such a fucking tease, Mom," You subconsciously mused while deviously lingering at her discontent, “You won't be protesting when I'm done manipulating your mind."

“Why is my body disobeying me?” Heather temporarily regained awareness, but realized there was a connection, “I don't know how you're controlling my body, young man. But you need to stop!!"

"You dance better than most strippers, Mom," You said with a devious grin and Heather sternly glared while saying, "It's inappropriate making me dance around like a cheap floozy.”

Heather felt uncomfortable being exposed and promptly used a blanket to cover herself.

“James, you shouldn't be drooling over your own mother!!!” Heather screamed with disgust.

Tried of your mother's nagging you decided to use the gift to eliminate the resistance.

“Remove the blanket, mom." You command and Heather complies obediently due to the manipulation, "As you wish."

“Damn, it's wider than Jessica. How many infants can she carry?” You curiously wondered while examining the curvature of your mother's lips, “If they consume the same amount of fertility pills. Who would win?”

Heather's mind attempting to break free from the influence and you decide to take precautions before it occurs.

“Mom, you're not going to run until you answer all my questions," You said but your mother frantically shouted, "I'm not obligated to answer any questions."

“I can't **** someone to perform an activity they don't want willingly. God must be laughing his head off, but how can I use this ability to my advantage?” You paused for a brief moment to think of a resolve and then sadistically smirked, “W-wait, what if I twist the words to make it related to sex? Will it work?”

As Heather departs the premises you say, “Mom, you're unable to leave until you answer my questions regarding intercourse.”

“James, I don't have time for this. I need to get dressed for an important meeting." Heather argued but then pleaded when realizing her body was disabled from functioning, “Please, don't ask anything inappropriate.”

You sadistically sneered at your mother's fearful expression while asking, “Is it true a woman can develop more infant to maturity depending on their hips?”

“I may be a nurse but I'm going to…” Heather said with anger but the influence **** her to reply honestly, “Wider hips provide better support, but complications can still occur."

You gazed at your mother's firm abdomen and asked, “How many infants can you develop safely to maturity?"

Heather noticed your fascination with multiple conceptions and attempted to break free from the influence, “No!! I'm not going to answer…”

Momentarily a mysterious **** enters your mother's body. Heather’s head violently twitches and the breathing becomes heavy. Unfortunately, struggling hasten the possession.

"Ten babies," Your possessed mother replied with a narcissistic expression.

The response coming from your mother's lips emits an unfamiliar tone, almost like two voices echoing in a low pitch.

“You're not my mother. Are you?”

The mysterious entity laughed while replying, “Nope, I'm not your mother. God sent me here to train you. According to the rules, if your mother refuses to provide information regarding pregnancy. I have clearance to possess her body to provide the information."

This situation occurred earlier with your sister, but nothing this ****. Of course, you have a theory.

“So, in other words. You're some kind of a pregnancy angel?”

“I haven't received the title until I accomplish training you first," Your possessed mother replied while grimacing at you, "By the way, my name is Angie.”

“You said earlier my mother can support ten infants, but is it possible for her to safely get a dozen to maturity?"

“Oh, that sounds like fun," Angie said while examining your mother's body and memories, "Give me a moment."

Heather's memories are stored in different sections and finding the correct information isn't an easy task.

“Worthless, I need to delete some of your childhood memories and add something more perverted," Angie said while scattering Heather's memories until she found something useful, "Got the information I needed," Giggles, "All that's left is to analyze your autonomy.”

Several minutes later Angie broadly smiled while saying, “Your mother doesn't smoke and exercise regularly at the gym," Giggles, "Yeah, she's healthy enough to develop a dozen infants to maturity. But there's one itsy bitsy problem, the chance of success is only sixty percent."

“Damn, that's sucks.” You sighed with disappointment but Angie encouraged, “Think of it this way, sixty percent isn't that bad," Giggles, "Besides, even if there's a chance the pregnancy might fail during development. You get to wetness your mother's stomach bloating out of proportion."

Angie went through the family's album and showed you a photo of your mother's past pregnancy.

"Your mother's stomach is about thirty inches developing twins," Angie said with a devious grinned and then attempted to persuade you, "If your mother develops a dozen to maturity. Her stomach will be at least a hundred inches."

The prospect of your mother's developing an obscure pregnancy entices you to reconsider.

"Really?" You blurted with anticipation but a little **** to agree, "That'll be awesome, but I don't want to put her life at risk. Are you sure my mother's body can support a dozen infants?"

"Yes, a dozen is your mother's limit," Angie responded while grinning mischievously, "Anything past a dozen might overwhelm her stomach. Of course, we could add more if you're interested."

“Hmmm...if we add one more infant. What's the probability of reaching maturity?" You asked before making any drastic decisions.

Angie laughed by your precaution while replying, “Well, the chance of success will plummet to thirty percent if we add one more infant. Add three more will drastically reduce the chances to ten percent."

"That's not reassuring," You mummer worrisomely, and Angie explains the condition, "We can manipulate your mother's subconsciousness to consume fertility pill, and make her believe there's enough space to develop your spawns," Giggles, "When you're satisfied with the results. You can instruct your mother to get an abortion."

“What we're doing is kind of risky," You said but the concept of sixteen ova residing in your mother’s womb for fertilization was a tempting aspect, "Alright, release the ova."

"You made the right choice," Angie winked and then swiftly entered your mother’s subconsciousness to make some adjustments, "Let's see, having you consume thirty pills every two hours should be enough."

“Get out of my head!!” Heather screamed within the confined of her own mind.

Angie deliriously laughed at Heather attempting to break free and says, "You're going to develop sixteen infants, and I didn't tell your son the probability of the pregnancy reaching maturity was only one percent."

Angie added fertility pills as Heather's necessary need for survival. But then something catches her eyes, there's a set of categories and breathing takes priority.

Angie slides the fertility pills to Heather's top priority and asks, "Are you still worried?"

"I shouldn't be worried," Heather audibly responded due to her new survival instincts, "Like breathing, fertility pill is an important factor. As such, I need to consistently consume it."

Angie grimaces at Heather's shifts in behavior and says, "Whoa, this is unexpected. Instead of thirty pills every two hours. You're going to consume it every minute?" Giggles, "Oh well, at least your son's sperms will have a wonderful time feasting on the ova."

"You're lucky God forbid me from changing your emotion. Otherwise, I can make things a lot more interesting." Angie sadistically grinned and then possessed your mother's body to inform you, "Everything all set, James. But each day I can only inhabit your mother's body for an hour. Any longer, I might permanently merge with her."

Even though Angie explained the reasons for departing your mother's body, she concealed a piece of important information.

"Your mother is very attractive and I don't mind taking over her body, but with so many babies developing at once. Who in their right mind wants to possess her?"

Angie sweeps out of your mother's body and suddenly a luminous light appears.

"Yay, you level up!!" Angie congratulate on your accomplishments.

"W-what do you mean?" You asked while glaring suspiciously at her, "Is God using me like a character in a video game?"

Angie is forbidden to reveal the truth and makes an excuse, "No, no...nothing like that. It means your ability has grown. Remember how you temporarily changed your sister's emotions? It's difficult to explain.... just use the ability on your mother."

"James, who are you talking to?" Heather asked but vivid memories of her encounter with Angie made your mother flee to her bedroom.

"You're in a sexual relationship with your son, and desire multiple conceptions," You swiftly used the gift before she was able to escape.

Heather returned to your location and purred, "I'm so lucky to have a handsome son for a boyfriend." She teasingly traces her fingertips across your chest, "I always wanted a large family, and developing sixteen infants at once will be a wonderful experience. Don't you agree, dear?"

"See what I mean, James," Angie chuckles as she explains further, "Your ability has improved, and the person you control will act out accordingly. Even their original personality won't interfere. If you don't like it, you can reset your mother's behavior."

"I like her better this way," You said and then return your attention to your mother, "Sure, sixteen babies sound great."

It's not your intention to cause your mother harm but to entice the sexual activities by manipulating her behavior.

You know an average pregnancy is about twenty inches when reaching maturity, but couldn't determine how large it'll be with sixteen infants.

"Ummm... Mom, will the pregnancy be two hundred inches by the time it reaches maturity?" You asked with fascination and Heather smiled when explaining, "It's true developing several infants will be larger than an average pregnancy. However, my stomach doesn't have that much space, and might develop prematurely."

"That sucks," You sighed with discontent and Heather asks, "Do you want the pregnancy two hundred inches?"

"Yeah," You simply replied with a cheerful tone and Heather affectionately gazed at you while saying, "I can't promise the pregnancy will be two hundred inches. However, I'll find some way to achieve it."

Heather passionately kissed your lips and then whisper, "Wait here, dear. I need to prep myself for the occasion."

As a nurse, your mother kept a variety of medical supplies to study, including fertility pills. She examines one of the bottles in her cabinet.

"This one works effectively, even with a low sperm count."

Heather consumed the necessary amount to conceive sixteen but Angie tampered with your mother's subconsciousness to consume more. By the time she's finished, fifty bottles in the cabinet are empty. Of course, your mother believed there was nothing out of the ordinary.

"Ugh, I don't feel well," Heather said while hurling next to a trash bin as the ovaries release ova at an unstable rate.

Heather wobbled towards the living room and you swiftly rushed over to assist before she lost balance.

"Mom, are you alright?"

"My body probably had an allergic reaction to the pills," Heather said while playfully pushing you onto the sofa and then widening the entrance to engulf your member, "Your cock feels so good, babyyyy."

You release a small amount of pre-cum in your mother's soaking tunnel, and she instantly feels nauseated.

Your mother's complexion resembles someone with ecstasy and lascivious pain. By the ways her body uncontrollably quivers is a clear indication of conception.

"Ahhhhhh, fuckkkk!!" Heather frantically shouted while wrapping her slender legs around you, "Destroy my fucking cunt, babyyyy."

You're worried about Heather's unusual behavior and ask, "Are you okay?"

Heather had a distinct feeling something terrible had occurred, but Angie manipulated the subconscious from knowing the truth.

"Felt like I'm already pregnant," Heather said while resuming to sway her hips, "Kind of strange, right?" Chuckles, "We had intercourse for a few minutes, and having symptoms."

It takes six weeks for symptoms to appear but with an excessive amount of ova in your mother's womb. A few minutes is a natural occurrence.

Angie is aware you'll be upset and plot a scheme to make you feel responsible for your mother's misfortune.

"Enjoying yourself, James?" Angie wickedly smirked when asking and you resumed ravaging your mother's fertile womb while saying, "I can't believe you managed to influence her to accept sixteen infants."

"You know, James. Your mother can perform intercourse better," Angie said with a devious expression and then lean in closely to whisper, "If you make your slutty mother conceive more children."

Tempted by lust to realize Angie's scheme you ask your mother, "Hey, can we increase the conceptions?"

"Can't wait for sixteen infants to reach maturity?" Your mother softly laughed at your impatience.

You requested to increase the conceptions but didn't clarify how many, and this made your mother to act on impulses.

"I'll increase the conceptions, but the pregnancy will be too large," Heather informed and you casually joked, "Will your stomach be two hundred inches within a week?"

Heather laughed humorously while replying, "If you're serious, I can make some arrangements."

"Ummm...that's awesome, mom," You said but your guilty conscience wouldn't allow it, "But I was only joking around."

Heather teasingly nibbles on your earlobes and then whispers, "I know you're worried, honey. However, having large a pregnancy is also also an exciting prospect."

Unknown to you, your mother's womb is filled with ova. All that's needed is a solid ejaculation for the sperms will feast on the remaining ova.

You visualized your mother's stomach immensely bloating and say, "That's insane freaking hot!!!"

Your mother climaxes for the fifth time and says, "Don't call me mom, darling. We're dating, remember?"

You held your mother's hips to even the momentum while saying, "Heather, developing too many infants will screw up your stomach."

"That's fine with me, dear," Your mother carelessly said due to the manipulation as the interior wall grips your member, "To be honest, having an excessive pregnancy might be interesting. If there are complications during development. We can take a chance resuming or get an abortion," Chuckles, "But I prefer resuming."

"W-why?" You asked and your mother smiled when replying, "Because you wanted the pregnancy two hundred inches," Chuckles, "Of course with an excessive pregnancy. It is much larger than two hundred inches."

"How much larger?" You asked out of curiosity and Heather smirked when saying, "As large as you desire, dear."

"How about a thousand inches," You randomly blurted and Heather softly chuckled while saying, "I doubt it's possible. However, we can aim for it until my stomach ruptures."

You're fascinated by your mother's strange behavior and decide to take advantage.

"Heather, can you describe the conceptions in a lewd way?" You asked with a mischievous expression.

"I need your sperms to fertilize every single ova," Heather said while grimacing at your sudden demeanor, "The pregnancy might not last two weeks but I'll fucking resumes until you're satisfied."

Having your mother act out of character set off an adrenaline and blurt, "Damn, Heather. You're such a careless slut!!!" Chuckles, "Can the pregnancy be larger than a thousand inches?"

"Dear, I'll gladly give you a billion inches," Heather offered but reminded him of a particular issue, "Unfortunately, the pregnancy can't get that large."

Your cock throbs hearing your mother's offer for an unethical pregnancy.

"Yeah, it's not possible," You said with disappointment and Heather encouraged, "Like I said earlier, dear. We can aim for it regardless of the impossibility."

Heather can feel your member throbbing for release and encourage you to proceed.

"Do it! Make mommy a fucking mommy!!!" Heather demanded without consideration.

"Shit, I'm going to cum!!" You said while abruptly releasing the creamy substance in your mother's womb, and the sperm rushes to fertilize ova after ova.

Angie swiftly manipulates the ovum from developing and have you resume at an appropriate date. Unfortunately, she has forgotten to setup other people from making the same request.

Unexpectedly, your mother regains awareness and rushes to the restroom.

"This is sick!! I can't believe my son's wanted to fertilize all my ova." Heather said while violently hurling by the toilet.

You open the door ajar and then ask, "Hey, everything okay?"

"What you made me do is disgusting!! Do you realize how dangerous..." Heather frantically shouted, but your abilities swiftly erased two hours of memories from her mind, "I can't recall what I was upset about."

"Oh well, it's probably nothing important," Heather chuckles while giving you a hug, "I know you're at an age when your hormones are running rampant, but I'm happy you didn't take advantage of me."

"I don't know why, but I have ordered more fertility pills online," Heather said while blushing with embarrassment, "Can you leave it in my room when the package arrives?"

"Sure, Mom," You replied and Heather warmly embraced you before saying, "I need to get ready for work, dear."

"What's wrong with my mother?" You asked Angie with a wary expression.

"I've erased your mother's memories of the conceptions," Angie responded with a sadistic sneer, "Don't you think it's hot? Your mother is pregnant and not even aware of it."

"Yeah but I wasn't serious about having an excessive pregnancy," You argued with discontent and Angie giggled while informing, "Relax, the pregnancy won't resume development unless you desire it."

"If you can erase my mother's memories," You said while deviously leering at her, "Can't we manipulate her childhood memories in a particular manner?" Chuckles, "You know, make my mother believe it was always her dream to have a large family?"

"Whoa, now you're catching on," Angie said with a mischievous grin and then explained more about your abilities, "You can do anything your heart desires. If there's an obstacle, you need to think of a loophole."

"Can I reverse the pregnancy," You asked for safety percussion, and Angie replied, "You can, but I can't provide you with the information," Giggles, "As I said earlier, you need to think of a loophole."

Heather drove to the hospital and when arriving most of the parking was taken. As a last resort, she decided to take a chance at a secluded area. Unexpectedly, a homeless male knocks on the window asking for money. She felt disgusted by his appearance and wanted to leave as quickly as possible, but then the influence resurfaced from her subconscious.

Heather rolled down the window and says, "Shove your cock in my needy cunt and I'll give you twenty dollars."

"Are you serious, lady?" The homeless asked with disbelief and Heather inserted several bills in her damping tunnel while saying, "Come get it, if you're **** for money."

The homeless man assumes Heather is an undercover cop, but her attractive appearance and alluring body make him take a chance.

The homeless man entered the vehicle and then swiftly tarnished Heather's clothing.

"Umm...do you have a condom?" The homeless man asked and Heather guided his member through the opening while saying, "Can't get pregnant with a condom."

The man gazed at Heather's bulging stomach and assumed she was already pregnant. It's the only explanation why condom isn't a concern. Of course, if the homeless man had told Heather he was HIV positive. She'll likely refuse to have intercourse. The homeless man has an opportunity to fulfill the nefarious intention of passing the infection to the next victim.

"You decide not to use a condom," The homeless man said as he swiftly plunged the member into the depth of Heather's womb, "Don't blame me afterward."

"Destroy my fucking cunt," Heather demanded while struggling to keep her voice low to prevent unwanted attention and the homeless man aggressively penetrated while saying, "I wouldn't mind knocking up a cock hungry slut." Chuckles, "Too bad you're already pregnant."

"Actually, sir," Heather said and then pulled him closely to whisper information regarding the multiple conceptions.

"Are you serious?" The homeless man asked with skepticism and Heather replied honestly, "The moment you release the seed in my womb. My stomach will be several inches in a few minutes. But remember, too large might cause injuries."

The homeless man was intruded by the opportunity to impregnate and **** her body without remorse. He pulled on Heather's hair and then slammed her face against the car seat while vigorously penetrating. The vehicle wobbles in different directions as the activities resume.

"I'm about to cum, bitch," The homeless man warned and Heather mourn by the aggression, "Fill up my needy cunt."

The homeless man erupts the potent seed in Heather's womb and then asks, "I wanted the pregnancy thirty inches this very moment."

"As you wish," Heather compy while immediately expanding the pregnancy and the homeless man's eyes widen, "Holy shit, you're not lying about the conception."

"Can you resume until the pregnancy is five hundred inches?" The homeless man asked with a narcissistic expression and Heather discouraged, "I could but the pregnancy might rupture."

Momentarily, the influence shrouded Heather's subconscious and a new personality resurfaced.

"Why settle for five hundred inches?" Heather said while deviously grinning at him, "When you can have infinite inches."

"How large can the pregnancy get before it ruptures?" The homeless man asked before deciding and Heather gave an estimate, "Ninety inches."

"Get the pregnancy to ninety inches. Afterward, attempt to add more inches at a steady rate," The homeless man requested and Heather smirked when saying, "Slow and steady, huh?"

"It's better when you struggle," The homeless man chuckles and Heather sneered when saying, "Alight, I'll expand the pregnancy accordingly."

Heather immediately enlarged the pregnancy to ninety inches and then cautiously resumed development.

The original personality could feel the skin tissue stretching thinner and screamed within her own mind, "Stop, my stomach can't deal with the stress."

"I had a marvelous time," The homeless man said while picking up the bills, "I like to ask a question before leaving. Can you keep others from delaying development, but to increase it?"

"I'll figure out a way to resume development without interference," Heather reassured and the man deviously grinned when saying, "I need you in a defenseless position for others to ravage your body."

Following the homeless man orders. Heather wote a note allowing anyone to mistreat her body, and than place it on the dashboard. Later, she consume sleeping pills to ensures the pregnancy develop swiftly without interruption. A few minutes later several individuals approach the vehicle and contune the ****. Even though Heather is asleep, the original personality residing in the mind can feels the aggression but unable to see the activities.

The original personality wanted this nightmare to end but then hears a disturbing suggestion from one of the individual.

"Let's mess up the slut's body," A man sneered when making a suggestion.

The group agreed on taking turns, and when the activities was over. Heather’s delicate skin was covered with tattoos, and the breasts lost most of its firmness. They even squeeze an enormous dildo down her throat without caring about the inflection. And if she's not mistaken, there's a large object in her butt.

The group linger at the pregnancy getting larger with each passing minute, but wondered if it possible to add their own children to the equation.

"Yes, it's possible," Heather's altered personality softly mummer a reply.

The group was startled she can respond while ****, but didn't want to lose an opportunity. They requested to fertilize the remaining ova, and swiftly develop the pregnancy to maturity. Heather's alterd personality knows that's impossible to achieve, but diceded to provide the necessary arrangements. However, she doesn't have full control of the body, but ensure them the tasks will be complete when wakiing up. This upset the group, and she give them permission to resume the ****. When the **** wore off she's unable to move a single finger, and realized what transpired. One of the individual fractured a crucial part operating nerves.

"I might not be able to compete the tasks if my body is paralyzed," Heather's altered personality explained the condition.

"Shut the fuck up," The individual who did the **** said while clogging her throt and another individual sneered when assisting, "The slut won't be able to resist anymore."

"Damn...she suck even better this way," The man said as he effortlessly moves Heather's head up and down.

Heather's altered personality can wetness the activities but wasn't able to speak, and speculated another part had been fractured. At this point her body is like a puppet on a string.

Angie noticed something terrible had happened to Heather and teleported to her destination.

"What the fuck is going on?!!" Angie shouted while viewing Heather's body slumps montionlessly against the vehicle as the pregnancy atempt to reach maturity.

"How can the pregnancy rapidly expand hundreds of inches without rupturing?" Angie wondered but than remember menmepulating Heather's body to adapt earlier, "One percent chance of reaching maturity isn't much."

Angie was forbidden to intervene and helping might revoke her angle license. On the other hand, if the pregnancy manage to reach maturity, Heather's will be unable to move while giving birth for the rest of her life. If anything terrible happen during development, Angie could claim the incident was unintentional. Of course Angie need to decide swifty before the pregnancy inflate out of proportion.