Corrupted soul.

Heather couldn't believe David is cruel enough to give her an options to be off birth control, or consume fertility pill. No matter the decision, she's going to end up conceiving a child from her son. In the end, she decided being off birth control is better than conceiving multiple pregnancies.

David plots his scheme carefully, and if things goes smoothly, his mother will agree to consume fertility without slightest hesitation.

Heather slouch on the living room sofa as she watches the timer ticks away.

"A-alright, I'll be off birth control." Heather said at the very last second, and wretchedly slaps him on the face, "I hope you're proud of yourself, you ungrateful piece of shit!!!"

This is the first time his mother ever laid hands on him, or use profanity. But the pain he received made him more determine to proceed with the goals.

Momentary, his mother idly head towards the bedroom and exit with the birth control. Soon, she went to the restroom, and flush the contraceptive down the toilet.

Even-though, Heather is standing motionlessly. David senses the burning hatred in her eyes.

David takes his mother's unresponsive utterance into consideration and says, "I know what's going on in that head of yours. But you're forgetting one thing, I have the final choice to make you aware or not. And guess what, mom? I'm going to stay on the safe side." He deviously smirk while taunting, "By the time I'm done, you'll be selecting the choice to be on fertility pill."

When Heather hears what's her son is planning, a stillness tears shed from her eyes. She wanted to snobs the sorrow away, but unable to make a single sound.

David reaches out to wipe her tears and says, "Mom, you're no longer aware of of birth control."

David views his mother's soul being sucked in the vase. Unexpectedly, the soul resisted being consume, like a game of tug-of-war. The vase project a transparent tentacles through the soul, and swiftly haul it back in. Once inside, the vase wraps chains round itself, ensuring the soul entrapment.

Heather's soul screech as the very foundation of deciding children has been taken away. Satisfied, the vase spit the soul out, but there's a large portion missing from the abdomen.

David has taken notice of the event and speculate, "So, the stronger the will to keep something. The more the vase consumes?"

When David's option is complete. Heather regains her respective personalities, and the tears no longer resume.

Heather brushes his hand away and says, "I didn't give you permission to touch my butt."

"Ummm...mom, how do you feel about your ova?" David asked with a devious expression.

"I don't have any empathy for the ova. They all belongs to you." Heather says with an unconcern tone.

So far, it evident that getting his mother off birth control made her careless of the ova, but David needs an accurate analysis.

"Mom, if each ova belong to me. Would you care if several of it is fertilize?"

Heather's previous choice to have intercourse made her reply adequately, "If your sperms enter the pussy, and manage to fertilize several at once. I'm only going to develop the pregnancies, but it's your responsibility to raise the child when they're born."

David's plans worked out accordingly, and it's time to make his mother do something she'll never agree.

"Mom, you have two options. Take fertility pills, or dance naked around the house."

Heather shriek with laughter and instantly replies, "For a moment ago, I was starting to get worried. You given me one of the easiest option. Well...young man, I decide to consume fertility pills."

David finally did it. The one choice his mother will never accept under any circumstances has been chosen without consideration.

David grins by his malicious deception and says, "Yeah, giving you a choice to hug me would've been harder, huh?"

Heather gives a disapproving glares and says, "I rather be on fertility pills, then give you a hug. Remember, your still grounded for.." She tries to remember the reason, but couldn't, and made one up, "Ummm...your report cards this semester isn't acceptable, young man."

Now it's time to finish want he stated. However, he wants her to be aware of consuming fertility pills.

"Mom, it's okay for you to consume fertility pills. There's nothing to worry."

Heather body twitches for a moment and repeat the phrase, "It's okay to consume fertility pills. Multiple conceptions is nothing to worry about."

Again, David views his mother's soul entering the vase, but something strange is occurring. The vase isn't consuming the soul. The tentacles latch itself onto the head, and insert a sharp needle. The soul relentlessly shakes within the vase, but its struggle fades. Soon, it repeatedly utter words. However, David is only able to view, not listen. It taken awhile for the vase to fully corrupt the soul. Once done, it spit the soul out and it happily few around. David examines the soul closely, and see its eyes glowing crimson. The corrupted soul notice David is observing the transition, and smile widely at him. David has seen this type of smile before, it a smile of pure mischief.

The soul excitedly return to Heather's body, and echo words into her mind.

"Consume fertility, release ova, consume fertility, release ova."

Heather wobbly to gather her keys off the counter and says, "Dear, I have a splitting headache. I'm going to the supermarket to get some Advil."

David suspects his mother's condition is caused by the vase and says, "You're in no condition to drive. Beside, its rush hour right now, and the supermarket isn't too far way. It'd be quicker if I go."

As David exit the building his mother subconsciously says, "Yes, I hear you. Consume fertility pills, release ova, consume more fertility pills, release more ova."

Then the voice echoes a different phrase in her mind.

_"Multiple pregnancies." _The corrupted soul echo in Heather's mind.

Heather audibly replies, "Yes, consume fertility, release ova, multiple pregnancies."

Soon, the corrupted soul went deeply into Heather's subconscious.

"Twins, triplets, quadruplets, quintuplets, sextuplets.....dozen, several dozen."

This continue until Heather lost count, and temporally regain awareness.

"No, that's dangerous." Heather protested, but David's previous choice resurface, and it give way for the corrupted soul's to effectively sank deeper into her mind.

"Your abdomen is empty, and need to be whole again." The corrupted soul said and further implants suggestions, "Fill the emptiness with countless babies." It senses Heather's resistance, and remind her, "The choice of motherhood is no longer yours. It your body duty to explore the forbidden conception. Risk is no longer your concern, the body will make its own decisions."

Heather acknowledge the new roles and says, "Allow my body to explore the emptiness." The corrupted soul nudge one final influence and Heather resumes, "Let my body learn how many babies the stomach can handle. Pay no attention, if anything happens."

David return home with the Advil and shouts in the living room, "The line at the cash resisters is insane, but I got the Advil."

Heather inform him to enter her bedroom. As he made his way through the hallways, and enter the room. David drop the bottle, and his eyes went wide with the unexpected view. There stand his mother, dress in most seductive lingerie he has ever seen.

"W-what the...damn mom." David says as his eyes roam freely at her body.

"What, you don't think this lingerie look sexy on me?" Heather asked with disappointment.

"No-no, I mean...yes, you're extremely provocative, and it shows a lot of your...umm figures." David mutter.

Heather smile by his nervousness and says, "I'm just teasing you, dear. I catch guys all the time undressing me with their eyes, and probably imagining their cock entering my pussy. The way you're leering at me is the same way."

David pick up the bottle and says, "Ummm...sorry for keeping you waiting, but here the Advil."

Heather held his hands and says, "I don't need the Advil, David. I'm feeling much better now." She leads him to the bed, "There's something important we need to discuss."

Heather sat beside her son and says, "Dear, Evey ova I carried is yours to fertilize. But I'm curious, are you prepared to be a father, or doing this for fun?" She pats his lap for encourages, "Just be honest with me."

The ways his mother's behaving is unusual. She appears calm, thoughtful, cheerful, and positively care free. David wonder if this is related to the amount soul eaten by the vase.

"To be honest, mom. I'm not ready to be a father. I just want to see how large your stomach will get. I know some risks will likely occur, but hopefully, you'll manage to get the pregnancies maturity." David admitted to his desire.

No longer able to access any particular risks in her collective mind. The part that controls excitement toward fertilization has been heightened.

Heather smile by his response and says, "I don't know what this risks you're referring, but I feel the same way about fertilizing the ova. When I was with your father, and decided to have a child together. Goodness, thinking of his sperm entering an ova to create life is very arousing."

"But we're talking about several ova being fertilize. Are you positive this is okay?" David asked, but already knew her answers.

"Dear, the way I see things. I get off having the ova release in my womb. You get off having your sperms fertilizing it. By the end of the day, we both get off knowing what happen." Heather explained, leaving out complications.

David gives in to his need and says, "If you put it that way. Yeah, you're right, mom. We're both going to feel good at the end." Suddenly he remembered something important and asks, "Ummm... can your body handle the pregnancy?"

Heather gives out a light laughter and replies, "I don't think we need to worry about any risks, dear."

David is excited his mother agree to fertilize the ova for enjoyment purposes only, but her behavior is a little conspicuous.

David swiftly undresses himself and says, "Ready to go again, mom?"

Heather lay on her bed. Like before, her hands grip the ankles, and widely stretch her legs until her son is satisfied. David slide the undergarment to the side, and position his member. Soon, he swiftly slices it's way into her womb.

Even-though Heather can't feel his member plunging into her tunnel. The thought of his sperms feasting on the ova made her mind run rampant.

"God, I wish we did this sooner. All your swimmers inside looking for an ova to fertilize is making me so wet, babyyyy..." Heather whimpers while locking her legs around him.

David held onto his mother's hips, and says, "I can never get tired of fucking your pussy, mom. I mean.....fucking my pussy." His cock throbs as he says, "Would be nice to own your ass, and mouth."

"And what you're planing to do with my ass, and mouth?" Heather asked while raising an eyebrow.

David chuckles and says, "So..ughhh.. I can grab your butt, and squeeze my cock inside better. Off-course, we can kiss each other while we have intercourse."

"You're such a bad liar, dear. Normally, I would have been furious. But I'm learning not to take things too seriously. So, why don't you give me those two options?" His mother winks at him, and says, "Better do it quick, before I change my mind."

David couldn't believe his good fortune. Here lay here strict mother, suggesting to use the gift on her. Whatever her sudden change of behavior, he's not going to say no to an opportunity.

"Mom, you have two choices. Give me your butt, or your mouth."

Heather just lay there letting the timer run out, and David says, "Mom, why didn't you pick any options?"

With so many parts of the soul being consumed. Heather no longer resist her son's advancement.

"Because I don't care anymore." Heather simply respond.

This time, David sees his mother's soul excitedly jump into the vase on it own voluntary, and more of it is getting consumed. Suddenly, it went dark. To David, he assumes the vase did it propose, but something far more sinister is unfolding. The vase strip the last remaining layer of his mother's soul. What left is the center core, illuminating brightly. The core holds all of Heather's emotions, hope, dreams, and desire. More importantly, every crucial decision making to have a healthy, and productive life. Without it, she wouldn't be able to function in society. To be more accurate, she'll be susceptible to people's making decision for her, even if it's illegal.

The vase probe the core and says, "It's been a while since I encounter an innocent soul this tasty."

It inject a single seed inside Heather's soul-core and it flicker.

"You no longer need to consume me. The seed will be sufficient enough to control her body." The corrupted core said.

The vase instruct the core return to his mother's body and awaiting ever so patently for the seed to grow. The seed, however, is a creation of all the dark desire from the world. It's propose, make Heather associate with the wrong crowd, so the vase can feed on their sexual depravity. By the time Heather accumulated an ample amount of decisions by others, her emotions will shift accordingly to enjoy the new lifestyle.

David shakes his mother's shoulders and says, "You have been spacing out for a while, mom. Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, dear." Heather said while widening her butt.

David plugs his member in her butt and says, "Hmmm...what on your mind."

"It's about the ova, dear. I was thinking of misusing fertility pills on a daily basis. This way, the ovaries will release a considerable amount of ova for your sperms to fertilize. Once done, we'll go from there. So, do the prospect of not knowing how many ova release, somewhat, excite you?" Heather asked while her head continue to sway.

"But, ummm...why?" David asked.

Heather smile by his wary expression and says, "You wouldn't understand. It something only a women's go through. I miss the feeling of my stomach swelling with life. To feel the baby's feet kicking within a few months." She laughs and resumes explaining, "In our case, a large stomach, and a lot of feet kicking in all direction. Beside, you said several ova. Having a little more wouldn't make any difference."

To Heather, the terms "a little more." mean overdosing on fertility pills, and have her overlies frequently discharge ova until she hit menopause by next morning. But she didn't tell David this. Otherwise, he'll disagree with her.

David pauses to consider and then says, "Well, your suggestion is intriguing. I suppose it's alright, as long the pregnancies isn't too severe, and you're able to get it to full terms."

Heather passionately embrace him and says, "Don't be nervous, dear. Development will be go smoothly."

Again, his mother lied, and anticipating on a particular risks to occur.

"Mom, you're daydreaming again." David say to his mother.

Heather regain composer and says, "Dear, I want to tell you a secret. I have been off, and on with my birth control. Lucky for us, I miss this month. So, my body will ovulate once I consume fertility pills." She leans in and purred, "I really want a lot of babies soon."

"My period next week, and I really want to release every last ova to be fertilize. God, it's going to be an enormous pregnancies when this is over." Heather subconsciously chuckles.

For a brief moment when David is distracted. His mother's eyes glow brightly, and the corrupted soul says in Heather's mind, "You did an excellent job persuading your son, but why have only his child? With so many ova release, you can have a lot of different men impregnate you. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

Heather's personalities slip deeper in the Dark abyss and replies, "Yes, it would be wonderful."

The corrupted soul-core change Heather's preference.

"Yes, I find those type of men very attractive." Heather responded.