Parent-Teacher Conferences: Ann, Morticia, and Helen

Little programing note before we begin today. I am aiming to have Chapter 50 posted by the end of the year. Considering I have just started it, as of posting, I have a fairly good shot of reaching that goal. I'll also have two special posts sometime after Chapter 50 goes up, so look forward to it and I hope you all enjoy what's to come!

"Pardon, sir, all of a sudden my head is feeling so... spacey."

"Oh, are you okay, Dr. Possible? Would you like some water? Or maybe we could call this short?"

"No, no, nothing that ****. I just feel... funny!" Dr. Possible punctuated her statement with a burst of bubbly giggles. "Funny, but goooood...."

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With how well things had went with Odalia, Camila, and Oum - combined with his raging libido demanding he fuck this parade of MILFs - Rob had cranked the subliminals up to max for his final three meetings to speed up the process. It was, so far, working out wonderfully, as the persistent droning that buzzed in the background was reducing Dr. Ann Possible, brilliant neurosurgeon, to a giggly mess. It seemed that both Possible women were highly susceptible to mind control.

Looking like the spitting image of her daughter, with maybe a decade of age added, Anne sat in her chair, serene and languid, her normally brilliant countenance replaced by a vacant gaze and dull smile, her whole being bereft of intelligence and conscious thought. As Anne stared off into space, Rob only had eyes for her, his smile thin but hungry, half his mind playing out his remaining two meetings, the other half marveling over how beautiful and youthful Ann truly was.

"...Sorry, sir? What were we talking about?" Ann mumbled, her dreamy musing snapped Rob out of his appreciative reverie. There was no urgency to her question, no fire or drive, Dr. Possible still lost in a fog. She turned to Rob, smiling and giggling and blushing uncontrollably.

"Oh, nothing important, Doctor Possible," Rob replied politely, eyes glittering flirtatiously, pulsing in time with the buzzing noise surrounding them. Ann hummed happily, but she couldn't say why. "However, I do have to ask: you're certain you're Kim's mother? Because you look like her sister..."

It was a corny, obvious line, but it set off another laughing fit for Ann regardless. "Oh, stop..." she waved him off in between snickers.

"Of course, you probably hear that all the time..."

"My goodness, Mr. Daily, please! You're going to make me blush." Ann said, ignorant of the fact that she already flushed and beet red. "You're awful, Mr. Daily. Such a charmer..."

"Well, if telling the truth makes me charming, then so be it." Rob chuckled in response, to more titters, Ann's high, slushy voice musically mixing with the white noise consuming her mind.

"Come now, let's be serious." Said Ann with a drunken smile. Despite he protests, she was beaming at Rob's clumsy compliments, as if they were the height of seduction. "Kimmy and I are nothing alike. She's so pretty and popular and athletic. And, hmm, her interests..."

"Her interests? Like cheerleading, travelling the world? Battling supervillains and saving the day? She's the girl who can do it all, after all..."

Ann shifted uncomfortably. "I'm not like that. Never was like that. Popular and fun and outgoing." She shook her head, a twinge of sadness entering her voice and facial expressions, even as her eyes remained like frosted glass. "Sometimes, I don't even know how to connect with her. She seems so... distant."

Rob nodded along with feigned sympathy, even as he kept himself abreast of the time, of his other meetings. "Well, I am sorry to hear that Doctor -"

"Ann." She corrected, offering another loopy smile. "Call me 'Ann', silly."

"Ann, then, very well," Rob returned the smile with a more firm one of his own. Her small moment of sorrow notwithstanding, Ann's entire demeanour was that of a drunken, flirty party-girl, a woman half her age, giggling and swaying uncontrollably. "I am sorry to hear all of that, but I would recommend you try and touch base with your daughter. See what she enjoys. Try and joy her on her hobbies and activities. I imagine you two have more in common than you think."

Ushered from her seat to the side room - Ann's steps wobbly and unsure - she nodded along loosely with Rob's various points. "Yes, sir... of course. You're right... Kim and I have a lot in common. I should find out what she enjoys..."

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Morticia Addams was like no other woman Rob had seen before.

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Yes, she was absolutely beautiful, with her perfect porcelain skin, her tall slim figure, and silken hair the colour of a moonless night. But it was more than that, Rob thought, as the gothic MILF seemed to glide into the room, the ragged train of her black dress trailing behind her, flashing him a polite smile, as she did. Like Wednesday, Morticia possessed an air of utter detachment about it, but whereas her daughter was deathly cold and hostile, Morticia projected an aura of pure coolness and utter unflappability, as if nothing could affect her. From where Rob stood, it almost seemed like Morticia was an otherworldly being merely passing through this world, and as such, was immune to all manor of petty things and inconveniences.

Much like making Wednesday care about him, about something, Rob was looking forward to breaking down that aura.

"Well, I must admit, Mr. Daily, I am quite surprised with how Wednesday has responded to this class." Morticia and Rob had been speaking for quite some time, breezing through the conversation with nary a hiccup. Of course, Morticia remained perfectly composed against the **** of Rob's subliminal messages, her eyes sharp and focused, her speech clear and precise, and her posture perfect with her back arrow straight and shoulders held high. "Normally, she despises any sort of authority figure, and most of her teachers either flee for their lives or suffer a psychotic break."

Morticia punctuated her anecdote with a charming smile, her bright red lips the only smattering of colour on her, striking against all the white and black. Rob returned it with a slight chuckle, laughing off whatever threat Wednesday might have been. He couldn't wait to see Morticia's face when she saw her daughter was now his fawning, devoted ****, possessed with an almost religious, worshipful fervor. A scary amount of fervor, in fact. Rob was actually worried Wednesday would commit heinous acts in his name like pagan cults of old...

"Now, before we finish up our one-on-one, Mrs. Addams, I was wondering if we could do something unorthodox." The conference continued to move on smoothly, with Morticia still showing no sign of succumbing to Rob and his power, but he chose not to panic and continue the course. Morticia gave her silent assent, and so Rob explained.

"I understand you consider yourself a liberal and permissive parent, so I would like to test that philosophy and ask you some hypothetical questions about Wednesday."

"Ah, I see." Morticia said, coolly. "Well, you are correct in your assessment. I trust Wednesday, especially as she is now a young woman, spreading her wings. I've always given her plenty of space to pursue her interests."

"Wonderful." Rob said. Wonderful, now, as Rob has sculpted Wednesday's interests to be beneficial to him. "So, let us begin... how would you feel about Wednesday being in a relationship with a man?"

The unflappable Morticia Addams chuckled, delightfully amused by the question. "My Wednesday has no interest in romantic pursuits."

"Well, yes, but... remember, hypothetical." Rob gently reminded her. "It's about testing you, regardless of how 'outlandish' the scenario may be."

"Hmm, yes, my apologies." Morticia then paused to consider for a moment. "Well, I would have no issue with Wednesday being in a relationship with another man. My marriage has been nothing but bliss and I would wish the same for her."

Rob nodded along, pretending to care about her answers. "Well, what if she were in a relationship with a woman?" The kooky and spooky Addams' matriarch proved her allyship by hardly batting an eye. "Then, what if, in these hypothetical relationships, her partner was older than her?"

"I see no issue with that."

"And what if her partner had power over her? Was in a position of authority?"

"I would feel sorry for this person, then." Morticia answered, without hesitation. "As I said, Wednesday despises authority and control. I feel no man or woman could tame her."

Well, you'll see the truth of that soon enough...

"And if that relationship were sexual in nature?" Rob asked, hiding his grin. For once, Morticia's demeanor faltered, if ever so slightly. Clearly taken aback, her face stricken stiff, she blinked and attempted to compose herself, but Rob would not give her a chance.

"What if your morose, apathetic daughter finally found happiness and purpose in absolute carnal delight?" Rob pounced upon Morticia and her moment of hesitation like a wolfpack striking at an injured dear. He gave her no quarter, no time to think, and, for the first time, she seemed to be affected like the other woman before her: mouth agape and eyes wide, trembling slightly, seemingly lost and afraid.

And just as confused. About this man. About his questions. About what she was feeling...

For his part, Rob did not abate in the face of Morticia's silence. "How would you feel if you learned your daughter was a cock-worshipping, cum-guzzling slut who has forsaken her own free will in exchange for the pleasures of the flesh?" Morticia wavered, gulping, words failing her. "What if she no longer considered herself a person, but only a ****, a piece of property, obedient solely to the man who did this to her?" Colour crept into the alabaster cheeks of Morticia Addams. She could feel her body heating up for some strange reason. Rob loomed over his desk, over her, a dark and twisted shadow being cast over, consuming her whole.

"What if... what if Wednesday wanted to drag you down into this world of debauchery and sin with her?"

Morticia's mind was a thick slog of thoughts and emotions, heady and heated and utterly alien to her. Her words failed her, her composure failed her, and her body betrayed her. Why did she feel so turned on? Why was her body so hot? Why did these questions Mr. Daily hypothesized create such vivid images in her mind?

"I... I..." She babbled feebly, more focused on the picture in her head - her own daughter, servicing a man who looked an awful like her teacher, beckoning her to join in...

"You consider yourself to be a liberal and permissive parent regarding your daughter, Mor-tits-cia." Rob surmised, his tone biting and acidic, eyes narrow in judgment and lust. "I think you need to spend sometime thinking on what that truly means. To you and to Wednesday."

Morticia stood and retreated, corralled off to the pen with the other mindfucked mothers. "Yes, sir..." she muttered, confidence and poise broken, but not for long. A niggling feeling in the back of her head told her that those attributes of hers would be wanted by Wednesday's master...

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Finally, Rob's last private meeting for the day came, and it certainly seemed the best was saved for last...

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Helen Parr, the one-and-only Elastigirl and the reigning queen of Disney and Pixar MILFs. As lovely and beautiful as Violet was, it was certainly cruel she lacked her mother's bust, hips, and especially Helen's gigantic, perfectly sculpted heart-shaped ass. Having spent plenty of personal time with Kamala, Rob knew exactly how much fun he could have with her rubbery, stretchy body.

"It's honestly a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Daily." Helen eagerly shook Rob's hand before sitting down, beaming with the upmost joy. Rob quickly noted her skin didn't feel rubbery or anything of the like, but then again, neither did Kamala's. "Normally, Violet is so shy and moody, but she seems to really be enjoying your class. I don't know what it is your doing, but please, keep up the good work!"

"Anything you say, Mrs. Parr." Rob replied slyly. "I know it's wrong for a teacher to have favourites, but I've become quite fond of Violet." He returned her smile with a dazzling one of his own. "It does me well to know I'm having such a positive effect on her."

"Indeed. She's been cheery and talkative and... oddly affectionate, if I'm being honest. Though, she still is spending a lot of time in her room..."

For whatever reason, Violet was the girl who took to Rob's desire of mother-daughter **** the quickest and with the most gusto. He had no idea as to why this was - perhaps she was just that starved for affection, or idolized her mother that much and Rob had twisted it into lust - but she was, and Rob was more than happy with the result.

As for Violet spending time in her room, well... Rob had a few guesses as to why...

Oh GAWD!!! Oh gawd, Mom! You're sooooo HAWT!!!

Masked by the blaring white noise, Violet's lust-filled voice rang out in heated pants. Where the other messages the girls had recorded were mostly straightforward, Violet's was tinged by the impossible, depraved lust she felt for her mother, and the waifish girl was clearly masturbating like a woman possessed while recording.

I love your sexy body! I'm shoooo jealush! Hehe... You're so pretty, mommy....

"I-I'm sorry, Mr. Daily..." At one point in their conversation, Helen trailed off, clutching at her forehead and lifting her ear skyward, peeled and listening. "Do you hear that? That... ugh, buzzing noise, no..." Helen winced in pain. "S-something else, something -"

"Sorry, public schools, you know how it is..." Rob apologized in a noncommittal tone. "Old buildings, lack of money..." But Helen just waved it off, standing up on wobbly legs.

"No, no. Can't you hear it?" She repeated, steadying herself by holding onto the chair. "It... almost sounds like Violet's voice...?"

Your big tits! Your big ass! I wanna play with your yummy, stretchy body

Rob watched mutely as Helen struggled, trying to stand or sit straight will dealing with her raging headaches, desperately trying to make out whatever it was she was hearing. He was rather surprised she was able to perceive the white noise at all, let alone the undermasked voice beneath it, considering the other five mothers didn't even seem to be cognizant of it. She was resisting, but still clearly affected by it, having sat down and slumped over in her chair. Hilariously enough, she seem to have lost control of her powers, as her limbs drooped and distended into long, loose noodles.

Still, seeing as how he was so close and Helen was just barely fighting against the subliminals, Rob decided to go for broke and go for his killing blow.

"Well, simply but, Mrs. Parr, this is my hypnotic brainwashing signal." Rob explained in a blasé manner, plastering on a shit-eating grin. "Surely you're familiar to all sorts of mind control from your days as Elastigirl."

Helen was finally torn away from deciphering what the recording of her daughter was saying, perking up and turning to face Rob, her eyes wide and jaw slack in confusion. "Whu... what are you talking about...?" Her voice slurred, her mind stuck in the mire, unable to pick which revelation to focus on. "Bra-brainwashing...? Are you... Elastigirl...!? How did you know...?"

Rob shrugged. "That's not so important now, is it? Just that I know about your superhero career. And, germane to that, I imagine you had a run in with a lot of mind control, didn't you?"

"Agh... yes..." Helen winced, pinching the bridge of her noise, after struggling to recall her limbs back to their normal length and proportions. "Doctor Brainwash... The Willbreaker... Techno-God... every few months, it seem some new jackass with a mind control gimmick popped up to cause trouble." Helen offered all of this information freely, speaking without thinking, entirely distracted from her former train of thought.

"And were you ever subjected to mind control?"

"Yes. Many times..." Helen winced and grunted. Why was she admitting this? Wait, didn't she have something important to do. Something involving Vi-

"Do you remember any of the times you were under mind control?" Rob cut in, derailing her train of thought.

"No, I do not..." Helen answered immediately, obediently, utterly confused as to why. "I remember succumbing and waking up, b-but... ugh... my conscious mind was 'asleep' the entire time, every time."

Rob listened raptly at the confession, even as his eyes were locked on Helen's massive bust, her chest heaving up and down with heavy, laboured breaths as she struggled to regain her sense of self. "Well, then... do you enjoy being under mind control? Being brainwashed? Enslaved? Turned into an obedient puppet, entirely under the aegis of your master?"

"No!" Helen fired back, with as much **** as she could muster. "No... I-I would never enjoy that."

"But how would you know?" Rob questioned, in a put-upon, innocent tone. "You just said you didn't remember your time under mind control."

Helen froze up, caught up in her own... not lie, per se. She didn't look like she had the mental power to willingly lie. More like, a little slip-up, her own morals conflicting with the truth of what happened. Odds are, she didn't like being hypnotized and controlled, Rob knew that, but she was weak and **** enough that spelling out the contradiction would create doubt. Doubt that she was lying to herself. Doubt that she was a submissive and hypnofetishist...

"I don't... I don't know, I just..." Helen mumbled feebly, eyes unfocused, despair creeping in. Her voice trailed off, allowing Rob to bulldoze over her.

"Did you ever have sex while placed under control? **** to do vile and carnal acts upon your master or whoever they so desire?"

Twitching in her seat, Helen tried to rise up and deny such a claim, but the doubt in her mind flared up, surging through her nervous system. Did she enjoy being controlled? Did she perform sexual acts without her will? Helen's limbs once again unspooled into noodles as she groaned, eyes rolling into the back of her head.

You'll love being an obedient sex-****, mom! You'll love serving and obeying the Master!

"what did you do to my daughter..." Helen Parr, Elastigirl, barely managed to say, in the tiniest voice possible, her words almost entirely swallowed by the buzzing white noise around her. Rob ignored the accusation, as he stood up from his throne, moving towards the waiting room.

"You'll see soon enough, Elasticunt." He promised, erection raging and eyes burning. So close. "But first, I want you to sit here and think. Think about how you can't just dismiss things out of hand due to your ignorance. You need to expand your horizons."

Helen shuddered, but she obeyed. "Yes, sir... I need to expand my horizons..."