Ethan wakes up...as Ethan

Ethan woke up the next morning feeling like he'd been hit by a truck made of guilt, cum, and bad decisions. His sheets were crusty in places he didn't want to think about, his phone was still open to the filthy thread with Rick, and Eve was humming contentedly in the back of his mind like she'd just won the lottery.

Morning, sunshine, she purred. Sleep well after painting your stomach thinking about daddy's dick?Ethan groaned into his pillow. Shut up. Forever.

Never.

He dragged himself upstairs for breakfast, pulling on a pair of shorts and an old shirt, hair a disaster. Susan was already at the stove flipping pancakes in her weekend sweats. Rick sat at the table scrolling his phone, looking annoyingly relaxed and… nicer?

Rick glanced up as Ethan shuffled in. Normally he'd grunt something like “Finally decided to join the living, kid?” or just ignore him entirely.

Instead Rick gave a small nod. “Morning, Ethan. Sleep okay?”

Ethan froze mid-step. Rick had never used his name in a non-sarcastic way before breakfast.

“Uh… yeah. Fine.” He slid into his chair, eyes darting between Rick and Mom like he was waiting for the prank to drop.

Susan beamed. “Rick was just saying he thinks you’ve been working hard at the store lately. Maybe we should all do something together this weekend. Movie? Dinner out?”

Ethan nearly choked on air. Rick—Rick—had suggested family time?

Rick met Ethan's wide-eyed stare for half a second. There was a flicker there—something knowing, amused, almost conspiratorial—before he looked back at his phone like nothing happened.

“Yeah,” Rick said casually. “Kid’s been pulling shifts. Deserves a break. Maybe grab burgers or whatever he’s into.”

Ethan’s brain short-circuited. Eve cackled in his head.

Look at that. Our deal’s already working. He’s being sweet to you while he’s probably still half-hard thinking about sneaking me downstairs tonight. Power move.

Ethan shoveled pancakes into his mouth to avoid answering. His face felt like it was on fire. Every time Rick’s eyes flicked toward him, Ethan saw flashes of last night: the kitchen counter, the shower, the bedroom, that massive curved cock stretching Eve’s body until she screamed.

Susan kept chatting obliviously. Rick kept being… civil. Ethan kept wanting to sink through the floor.

After breakfast he fled back to the basement, locked the door, and flopped onto the bed. His phone buzzed almost immediately.

Rick: Morning shorty. You up yet? Been thinking about that fat ass all damn day. How’s my favorite pussy feeling?

Ethan stared at the message. Rick had no clue. As far as Rick knew, Eve had slipped out sometime after their marathon fuck-fest, gone back to whatever fictional apartment the glamour had invented for her, and was now just texting like a normal side-piece.

Eve purred: Answer him. Keep the game going. Remind him what he’s getting tonight… and what he promised.

Ethan let the glamour slide forward again—just enough for Eve’s profile to activate. The thread refreshed with her lipstick-kiss emoji. He started typing, voice breathy even in text.

Eve : morning daddy. pussy’s still tender but in the best way. woke up leaking your cum again. had to finger myself in the shower just to take the edge off. three fingers and I still wished it was your thick black cock instead

Rick: Fuck. You’re gonna make me hard at the breakfast table. Send another pic. Need to see how pretty that hole looks today.

Ethan hesitated only a second. Then he shoved his boxers down, spread his legs on the bed, closed his eyes, and let the glamour flood him fully for the snap. The camera captured Eve’s creamy thighs parted wide, plump pussy lips still swollen and glistening, a slow trickle of yesterday’s load mixed with fresh slick dripping down toward her tight little asshole. The heart-shaped ass cheeks framed it perfectly, still faintly marked from Rick’s grips.

Eve : [photo attached] see? still your messy little cumdump. clit’s so sensitive I came just from rubbing it while I took the pic. counting the hours till tonight

Rick: Goddamn that’s perfect. Gonna spread those cheeks and eat that pussy first thing when you get here. Then I’m bending you over my knee and spanking that fat white ass red before I fuck it raw.

Eve : yes please. spank me till I’m crying and begging. then stuff that curved monster down my throat till I ****. I want tears and spit running down my tits while I look up at you

Rick: You’re gonna get it all, baby girl. Every inch. Every drop. And I’ll keep my end of the deal—been real nice to Ethan this morning. Kid looked like he was gonna faint when I said his name without sarcasm lol

Eve : good. keep it up and I’ll let you cum wherever you want tonight. pussy, mouth, tits, ass… your choice as long as you keep being sweet to him. he deserves it

Rick: Deal’s a deal. Gonna wreck you so good you’ll be limping back home.

Ethan dropped the phone, cock painfully hard again. He didn’t even try to fight it this time. Hand down his boxers, stroking fast while staring at Rick’s last message and the mental replay of that dick pic from last night.

Eve cheered him on the whole way.

That’s it. Stroke for daddy. Imagine him pinning us down tonight. That huge cock slamming so deep we feel it in our throat. He’s gonna breed us again while he’s being “nice” to you at breakfast tomorrow. Cum thinking about the secret—Ethan came with a muffled groan into his pillow, hips bucking, cum spilling over his fist in hot spurts. His whole body shook. When it finally ebbed he collapsed flat, panting, sticky, wrecked.

Eve sighed blissfully in his head.

We’re so good at this.

Ethan stared at the ceiling, chest heaving.

Tonight was coming.

And Rick—oblivious, horny, newly “reformed”—was waiting.