Martha is remade.

As soon as Lisa hits the button, the low hum of the and the buzz of the vibrating pads rises considerably.

Along with the volume and frequency of Martha's moans.

The visor goes from smoothly oscillating images and seqeunces to a flashing barrage of mind shaping words, pictures and glyphs.

'Guh! Uh! Ah! Oooh!' The non words explode from Martha's mouth as she goes rigid, her mind and body completely overwhelmed.

'Love strength'

'Love power'

'Might is always right'

'Respect your betters but dominate your lessers'

'Lisa is powerful'

'Sarah is strong'

'Will is your better'

'Tash is always right'

'You are superior to all others other than your lessers'

Variations on the above, thousands at a time shoot into her head, eroding her previous dutiful and dignified personality.

'Strength arouses you.'

'Weakness disgusts you'

'You love cock.'

'You love pussy'

'You love fucking'

Her pussy sprays as she orgasms, her body twisting yet the pads track her movement, ensuring no matter which way her body moves the stimulation will be as high as it possibly can.

Then the SlutSerum begins to flow, through the gel like pads and through tiny, microscopic injectors that barely break the skin.

The placement of the pads ensuring an even distribution as a long tube extends from the seat between her legs.

The tube snakes up and pushes itself between her lips, the clear rubber like tunnel causing her throat to bulge slightly before a flood of bright pinky purple serum fills the tube and shoots directly into her core.

Martha immediately begins to twist and grow, the pads shifting as she grows taller, legs lengthening as her thighs begin to swell with muscle. Her ass bulges into the seat and the soft pad has to readjust and grow itself to keep her rapidly growing ass spread.

A taut, toned peach that you could bounce a quarter off, it continued to grow as Martha did, the ebony athlete now easily past six foot.

'Hmm...She's taking to it as expected. Average baseline...' Lisa said musingly, taking notes as she adjusts the flows...

Average?

Will wanted much more than average...

'I disagree, she's incredibly receptive to your serum, far beyond your expectations isn't she Lisa?'

Lisa's response is cut off as Martha cries out, a low primal roar as her transformation ramps up considerably, her pussy a boiling river between her thick thighs.

With that, knowing her mind was still absorbing everything she saw, Will picked up Tash and shoved her into Martha, determined to have the sight of him dominating her mother to be ingrained in her consciousness!

Her easily tears off Tash's pants and slides in with absolutly no foreplay, her already soaked cunt easily accepting his shaft.

He shoves Tash's suprised and pleasured face inbetweeb Tash's swelling tits as he begins to plough her hard, her fat ass jiggling with every thrust.

Tash's plump lips gape, drool leaking through them as her boobs expand massively, each dark orb bigger than Tash's head but still proportioned to her growing body.

The panels struggle to encompas her form as her shoulders broaden, arms swelling against them. Her midriff cinches in dramatically then fills with defined, glistening muscle, a hard washboard eightpack that Tash scrabbles to grab onto for leverage.

Her dark hair explodes out in an afro of dark frizzes, almost knocking the helmet off before Martha snaps free of her restraints and shoves it back onto her head!

She slavers, tongue lolling as she bathes in the sensory overload as she's reborn!

Her wide powerful hips begin to buck, slamming the riding Tash back into Will's powerful thrusts causing her mom to squeal and shake like a whore, sandwiched between the two vastly larger and stronger people.

She felt a boiling lustful hate for her Mother, she was weak, **** to steal and manipulate rather than just take.

But the mental conditioning **** her to respect and obey Tash, even warping her mind to find her small, curvy mother irresistibly enticing!

She'd be **** to obey any command she gave.

So for now, knowing she might not get another chance, Martha made sure the bitch couldn't speak.

She squeezes her huge tits together, trapping Tash in two huge pillows of choclate plush and palms her fat ass as she slams Tash onto Will's huge cock.

She wanted that cock as well...

As much as she loved seeing it split her Mommy's slutty pussy she was furious it wasn't in hers!

She deserved it!

She was superior!

She drooled around the tube in her mouth, drooled over the specimen of strength and power.

She would have him. Match herself against him and conquer him and then fuck him.

Take him!

Her mind unwittingly flashed to another person, Issac and she flinched at the wave of revulsion and hatred that pooled in her mind at the thought of her friend.

Weak.

Weak and Pathetic.

Her nose wrinkled at the idea of a worm like him ever even looking at her perfect form, let alone conspiring with her to topple Will in such a deceitful way.

If he couldn't beat will physically then he should be subservient to him!

She hated William Docherty but she would have him!

The pads and straps began to spring off of her, snapping or falling away she flexes her powerful, amazonian body, revelling as her beautiful hated mistress's small body trembles in orgasm after orgasm against her perfect body.

The flashing sequences in the helmet stop so she tears it off, a massive mass of black curles flowing out as Will finishes in the pathetic slut that was her mother, blasting a huge load over her wide jiggling ass.

She stands up, muscles flexing as Tash slides off of her and with a graceful shift, Marths makes sure Tash gets a faceful of her soaking pussy.

She shivers, her entire body glistening.

She takes a long step forward towards Will, determined to have him when a firm, clear voice freezes her,

'Stop! I did not give you permission to move!'

Sarah's icy clear voice called out and Martha almost came, her pussy squirting as she straightened to perfect attention.

'Sorry Coach!' She barked loudly, her body eager to do anything the coach said.

Her heart and arousal swelled as the smaller woman came into view.

So calm. So respectable. So perfect.

The helmet had built upon her prior respect (and small crush) on Sarah Stride and inflamed it to a slavish devotion and fervant adoration.

Martha knew this of course but unlike with her slut of a mother or Will, she welcomed her subservience to her Coach!