Decisions

"Calvin!" The older woman at the door yelled at Tom. "Can you tell me why you still have people coming and going at your house outside of acceptable hours?"

"What do you mean, Brenda?" Tom asked. He leaned against the door frame and blocked her from seeing too much into his home.

"Its against HOA regulations to have people entering or leaving a domicile outside of the hours of 6 o'clock AM and 9 o'clock PM," she stated as if this was the most cut and dry criminal case ever. Tom shook his head, wondering how Paul, her henpecked husband, ended up with her. She wasn't ever that pretty, and he can't imagine she does anything beyond vanilla missionary sex. She was a mystery to him.

"Tell me again, Brenda," Tom began, "where the borders of the HOA are."

"You know you're also subject to the rules, Tom," she sneered. He laughed.

"We are on Juniper Street. This is the 800 block. And your HOA starts with 437 Juniper ends at 758 Juniper. This is 812 Juniper."

"I walk past your home every morning and see people entering at 5 am!" Brenda shrieked at him. Tom smiled.

"Are you sleeping on the street? Or are you leaving home before 6?" He asked.

She turned red. "Listen!" Brenda's red dyed hair bounced as she shoved a finger at him, her thin frame hidden under a small but still baggy pink shirt. "This is about your breaking of the rules!"

He knew a good part of Brenda's rage was that she didn't like how Paul would ogle Catherine back when they moved in. It had been ages, but she still held that grudge.

"Rules that don't apply to me because I am not in your HOA," he restated. A thought crossed his mind. Paul wasn't a bad guy. He deserved a nicer wife too. "Listen, we're getting nowhere with this. Let's take a moment to calm down. I have a new dessert I'm trying for the coffee shop. Would you like a free sample? Like a peace offering."

Brenda's expression calmed slightly. "I... would like that, yes. If it's not too sweet."

Tom remembered the brownies they had bought at the store. "Not too sweet. Winter Frost Brownies. They have nuts, do you have a nut allergy?"

"I like nuts," Brenda said.

_Yeah, I bet you do,_ Tom thought to himself.

"Great! Let me go get you one! Stay here please." He closed the door and walked to the kitchen to grab a brownie, which he put on a paper plate and grabbed the false thickening syrup from the fridge. It would thicken, but in this case more of just generally. He put a nice thick drizzle on top of the brownie and put the syrup back in the fridge. He carried the cold cum covered confectionery back to the front door, and offered it to Brenda. "Be sure to tell me what you think!" He said with a smile.

She took a bite and relaxed more, the warmth from the cold cum confusing her but making her feel mildly rested. Her anger melted away and was replaced by another feeling. "Oh, this is good! You should bring these to the wine club meeting!"

"I'm not in the wine club, Brenda."

"I can invite you," she offered, smiling. "I have some other things to do, but I think I can let these infractions slide. I mean, you're just in the neighborhood, not really the HOA, after all."

"I'm glad we could agree, Brenda," Tom said back with a smile. Brenda left, munching on the rest of her tainted brownie, and Tom shut the door softly. He groaned. _That was exhausting,_ he thought before sitting on the couch. He sighed, then thought of what Brenda would be like, sitting in his lap at wine club, being fucked in her anal hole as the other wine club women watched.

Normally, if he were this stressed and horny, he would masturbate while watching some porn. But then again, he had just changed no less than six women into potentially cock-hungry sluts by unknowingly feeding them his jizz.

It was time to see how far the transformation went.

"Pumpkin, are you busy?" He called out.