He's not sure

"I, uh," Chad sputters.

His mother laughs and puts a hand over her cleavage. "Can you think a little better now? I asked you a question. Did you bring that little goth girl over as a gift to your dad? Maybe hoping he'd let you watch?"

His father chuckles and tussles his hair. "Maybe later. I'll be back when dinner's ready," he says, before leaving the house again.

Chad watches him go without explanation, accountable to no one in the world and he immediately knows that that's what he wants. He feels his home life slipping away and he wants more. "Yes, Mommy. We are really in love with each other and I thought Dad might want her as a treat."

His mother sneers, "why should he care if you love her or not? If you really wanted to bring him a tribute you should have brought home someone more worth his time."

"Because... Doesn't Dad like it way more when he takes things away from me? Didn't he make you and Lucy pretend to be nice to me just so he could make me watch him turn you into his cock slaves?" he asks, mentally berating himself for being such a weak loser while knowing that he was simultaneously loving every second of it.

"Oh Baby, Mommy wasn't faking it," she says, bringing him to her chest, and Chad feels her tits against his cheek. "Mommy loves you very much. You just needed to learn your place, and the best way to get that lesson is to see what happens whenever there's a real man around. And seeing your sister gasping and screaming while your Daddy's massive cock filled her to the brim seemed like the right way to show you. Fuck me, I'm fucking soaked," she said, squirming.

Chad pulls back from his mother, prying himself out of her embrace gently. "Dad probably won't do that to Natalie," he says.

"Oh I doubt he'll keep her around since she's so incredibly boring looking, but I have no doubt he'll ruin her for other men. She certainly won't be in love with you by the end of the night." She laughed like it was a joke they shared.

The idea that Natalie would end up suffering isn't something that he's considered. Yeah, he tells himself that he's doing it for her when he asks, "doesn't Dad know that I have the power to change women's bodies by asking questions?"

All of a sudden, his mom dropped 5 inches. She still looked young, but something changed, maybe in her expression, that seemed to turn back the clock quite a bit. Her breasts grew until he could see the hint of her areola in her cleavage and her lips puffed up. "Obviously," she rolled her eyes, and then got it. "Oh I see what you're getting at! You want to turn Natalie into one of his girls."

"I... just think she'd be happier," he mutters.

"Uh huh. Well, come help me with dinner. Your father is probably with Mrs. Mendes and that can go long. Who knows how long she's been tied up this time."

Chad joins his mother in the kitchen, wondering what changes he'd made in the past to their neighbor. In his memory she wasn't anything special. Still, he joins his mother in the kitchen. The two chat and it's just like old times, except incredibly sexually explicit. His mother hadn't exactly been a prude before, but now she's asking questions about things like whether Brad has turned Natalie into a puppet on his cock yet, and talked about Camila and Lucy getting matching cunt piercings. Everything, though, with his mother's voice and mannerisms. The way she cooked felt just like old times, except for the way she had to work around her own massive chest, combining his chaste old family life with his current sexual reality. He'd always considered the idea of his parents having sex to be a little gross, but now, even as his mother does the most ordinary things, he'd cum on the spot to see his huge, buff Dad use her ass cheeks as handles and plow her right over the cutting board.