a night with Chelsea

"Chelsea, can you excuse me a moment?" you say.

"Sure, but don't be long, stud!" she says.

You go to your computer and increase your sexual stamina and the rate at which you replenish your sperm. You then pull up Chelsea's profile and program her to do what you say and believe what you say. You then close the program.

"What was that?" asked Chelsea. "You're not bragging, are you?"

"Oh no," you respond, "I'd never do that. I was making sure my computer was shut down. Don't want to waste electricity. So tell me, what was up with your mom?"

"Oh, it was weird, her boobs shrank, and her butt and hips swelled."

"She's always been flat chested with a big ass," you say.

Chelsea thinks for a moment. "OH yeah, I don't know why she was insisting she used to have bigger boobs and smaller butt and hips. And that was not all. She wet herself too."

"Really odd," you say.

"Yep, and at the hospital, she kept saying how hot the men were and talking about how much she wanted to fuck them."

"Well, you're mom's just a dim-witted nympho. You know that."

"Oh yeah, I guess I should have expected her to act that way, but it's still embarrassing. We had to stop and buy her some adult diapers too."

"That's funny," you say.

Chelsea giggled. "Yeah, so, want to screw again?"

"Sure!" Why don't we...