H.Y.P.N.O.

H.Y.P.N.O. (Hypnotic Yield & Persuasion Neuro-Ops) REPORT

Case: D-100

Location: Orlando, Florida

M.A.D. (Mind-Altering Device): The Chore Wheel — A demonic device which causes its users to see its commands as regular chores.

Affected Population: Parks Family

Note from Higher-Ups: This device is currently contained under our secure protection, though some say it should be used again just to prove its effectiveness. The higher-ups seem to be agreeing more than usual. This may be an unforeseen side effect of the Chore Wheel.

Mission Report:

Sunday:

The Parks family had been living in the affluent suburbs of Orlando, Florida for quite some time. Jeremy Parks, the father, was an early investor in a very popular water bottle company and now worked pretty manageable hours as their CFO. His wife, Alexiah Parks, was equally brilliant. The best way to describe her is as a marketing guru. Her services border on six figures for one week’s work, but she has yet to meet a single customer who complained about the price afterward.

Their children are two apples that fell right next to the tree. Their daughter, Leah, does pretty well in school, but is most notably one of the best female soccer players in the country in her age group. She has already played games for the U20 Women’s National Team and is looking at Division I options for a full ride. She looks just like her mother with straight brown hair, pretty lips, and sharp green eyes. One of the few photos on her Instagram profile that isn’t a shot from a match shows her in a bikini with her well-toned body and the type of ass a guy sees once and never forgets. But, just like her mother, she is conservative and is looking for a long-term boyfriend rather than a hookup, much to the dismay of the guys in her class.

Her brother, Mathew Parks, was the opposite. He got his mother’s brains and used them, along with his good luck, to gain a couple hundred thousand followers on social media. He vlogged about his everyday life, made a pretty good chunk of money for his age, and on top of all that, he was a valedictorian at their school.

The Parks family had everything. Or at least they thought they had everything until Jeremy Parks caught their maid stealing some of his wife’s jewelry. He fired her, and that’s how the Parkses found themselves sitting at one of their living room tables inside their house—which to some could be considered a small mansion—gathered around for a Parks family meeting.

“Your father and I have made a decision that we think will be good for the family,” Alexiah spoke in the tone she always used when talking to her children. Firm and mature. She never wanted to have the kind of children who would respond to baby talk.

“Your mother’s right. Lulu served us well for a number of years. She was one of the best cleaning ladies I’ve ever had, but with her departure, difficult decisions have to be made. We have decided that we as a family could stand to handle some of our own things.”

“You’re kidding,” Mathew said. He was wearing a pair of denim shorts, a tank top to show off his muscles, and a backwards hat.

“About time,” Leah added, wearing Lululemon leggings as well as a soft pink yoga shirt.

“God, you’re such a bitch,” Mathew said.

“Oh, yeah. I’m the bitch because I think it’s weird that we should start putting up our own laundry, cleaning our own dishes, maybe even vacuuming every once in a while?” She turned to face her brother; she was older by almost exactly one year. “You know Jordan on my team? She’s been doing her own laundry since she was five years old. Her mom works two jobs.”

“Sucks for her,” Mathew said.

“Both of you, enough.” Alexiah nearly slammed her fist on the table, which she considered to be her finishing move as a parent. As soon as the fist came down, the children listened. She was dressed in a white button-up blouse, slacks, and a pearl necklace which must have been worth somewhere in the $20,000 to $30,000 range. “Mathew, this has already been decided. If you want your father and me to continue to pay for your streaming equipment and private school, then you’re going to do these chores, young man.”

“Ha!” Leah cackled like a witch.

Jeremy’s wife shot him a look, giving him the signal that it was his time to chime in. “That doesn’t mean that you’re off the hook either, young lady. I don’t know where this enthusiasm for chores came from. The way you phrased it sounds like you’re criticizing your mom and dad.”

“Thank you, sweetie.” They were a good duo. “Now, in order to make the process easier, I recently went garage saling,” she said the word as if it were forbidden. “And I found this little chore wheel. It’s actually pretty fun because you don’t see what the chores are until the week of, so it’s kind of a fun little surprise.”

The wheel she pulled out was, in her eyes, a very normal chore wheel. It had a few extra bells and whistles to it, but for the most part, it looked like something a child might use in a classroom.

Of course, we know better than that. According to our research, the Chore Wheel is a 500-year-old divine, magical artifact traded by some sort of demon during a visit to a disgruntled family, and it has been making its way around ever since.

“It starts tomorrow,” Alexiah finished. “So tomorrow morning at breakfast, I will reveal our first chore.”

Monday:

The Parks family made an effort to always have breakfast together, no matter what. If one of them had to wake up at 5:30 in the morning, they would all have to wake up at 5:30 in the morning. It was one of the many things they did to try and maintain their family unit, and it worked. They all cared deeply for each other, even Mathew and Alexiah, although they would never say it to each other’s faces.

Thankfully for the younger ones, though, this was not one of those mornings. Alexiah was working from home, the kids were on summer vacation, and Jeremy could go into the office whenever he wanted. So, they were all eating pancakes straight from the box as Alexiah pulled out the Chore Wheel. “Can I get a drum roll, please?” The entire tired family begrudgingly tapped away at the table until their Monday chores were revealed and reality shifted imperceptibly—although somewhere, there was a demon licking his lips.

Chores:

Mom and daughter twerk competition at breakfast! Bonus points to whoever can get the messiest.

Jeremy must clean the floor using only his forehead and a rag.

Mathew has to find the person who likes him the least in school and send him a picture of his mom’s tits when she’s not paying attention.

“Okay gang, I don’t want to hear any complaints. This is for our family,” Jeremy said.

“Ugh, fine,” Leah stood up, dressed in Lululemon shorts and a quarter-zip. “Can we at least get some music so it’s not awkward?”

“I’m embarrassed to say that I don’t even know if I can do this,” Alexiah said. “I guess I got so used to Lulu doing this part of the job.” The suburban mom stood up in her summer dress and got next to her daughter.

“Alexa,” Mathew said, “play Boss Bitch by Doja Cat.”

The two men sat back in their chairs, eating their pancakes and enjoying the show that was about to be put on in front of them. Mathew had always found his sister and mom extremely attractive. **** was his number one genre on Pornhub by far, followed by interracial, and then Overwatch.

As soon as the music started playing, Leah’s hips started gyrating. She never admitted it publicly, but sometimes when she was alone in her room, she turned her AirPods up, danced to crazy music like this, and imagined herself as a different person—the type of girl who would go to the club, grind on some guy, and then they would go back to his place and have a one-night stand. That experience was coming in useful now as her ass shook in a circle, sending ripples through her cheeks inside the tight Lululemon shorts. She dropped down into a squat position and shook her ass from down there too, and the boys naturally started cheering. She lifted a hand in the air and rubbed her fingers together like a stripper begging for money.

Alexiah had never done anything like this, but she was a highly competitive person. She wouldn’t have made it as far in her career if she wasn’t. So, copying her daughter, she dropped to her knees and started gyrating her hips. At first, it looked a little awkward, and then she started moving them like when she and Jeremy would have sex. She basically started fucking the ground, causing her sizable ass to bounce up and down in her summer dress. It was starting to ride up, exposing more and more of her milky thighs.

The boys cheered even louder. Not to be outdone, Leah remembered that part of her chore was to be as messy as possible, so she got back onto her feet and took some of the syrup off the counter. She put the pancakes on the ground and started twerking her fat soccer-player ass over them, putting the syrup behind her back and pouring it so that it would go between the crevice of her ass cheeks and onto the pancakes. “I bet that looks good, doesn’t it, boys?” Leah asked, uncharacteristically, but **** to win.

Alexiah wasn’t going to go down without a fight, and she desperately needed the boys to put their attention back onto her. She thought of what would get the most attention. If she twerked on her husband, that was something she could do normally. But if she twerked on her son, that would be dirty, messy, and unexpected—exactly the kind of thing that could win this kind of competition. She didn’t get up off the floor as she crawled over to him, each movement of her knees exposing more and more of those long, luscious, tantalizing legs. She placed her hands on her son’s knees, noticing the rather large bulge in his pants and taking it as an affirmation that she was doing the right thing. She helped herself up and quickly turned. The rapid movement finished pulling up the rest of her conservative summer dress and exposed her lace white panty set, which had wedged itself all the way into her ass. As she twerked on his lap, she grabbed the outside bands of her underwear and pulled them up, turning her already sexy underwear into a thong. In order to match her daughter’s messiness, she grabbed the whipped cream off the table and sprayed it onto Mathew’s pants, twerking her ass into it.

Leah followed suit, running over to her father with the pancakes and, using her hands, she fed them straight into his mouth. The song was almost over, so for her finishing act, she left him the plate, turned around, spanked her ass, and completely lowered her shorts to reveal that she wasn’t wearing any underwear at all, making it very easy to see her sopping, wet pussy. This was turning her on immensely. She straddle-jumped her dad, landing on top of the pancakes and causing him to brace himself by grabbing her. “Yes, daddy!” she yelled into the air as she twerked her big butt onto his lap. She felt him convulse once, then twice, and she knew that she had won.

“That’s not fair,” Alexiah said. “You basically dry-humped your dad.”

“Mom,” Leah said, getting off her dad and putting her shorts back on, “the chore list literally just said to win the twerk competition. I just did what I had to do.”

Both of the girls stood looking at their male family members, waiting for the vote. Alexiah didn’t even bother to pull her dress back down; it stayed bunched against her waist, showing off her creamy thighs and bikini area. The men deliberated for a short while before saying, “We appreciate both of your commitments, but because Leah literally mushed those pancakes into a mess of fluff and syrup while also making a mess in Dad’s pants, we have to give it to her.” She did a celebratory twerk while Alexiah cursed herself.

Afterward, though, because they are such a good family, both the girls hugged and gave each other a slap on the booty. “I forgot that chores could be so fun,” Mathew said.

“Yeah,” Alexiah agreed while patting her son on the back and fixing her dress. “See? I told you it wasn’t all that terrible.”

“Well, I guess it’s my turn to clean up from here,” Jeremy said as he went to go grab a rag, placed it on the floor, and put his head down into it like an ostrich so that he could rub the rag all across the floor. He would be at it a while.

For the rest of the day, everyone went about their normal activities. Occasionally, the wheel showed some other chores, like taking the stuff out of the dishwasher, making their beds, or the two girls pressing their tits together. But the only person left with one of the main three chores was Mathew, the kid most **** to start the Chore Wheel in the first place.

This wasn’t the first time he had something like this as a chore. One time his mom had made him invite a group of theater kids to his birthday party, and that felt like a similar vibe.

The boy found the name of Todd Merchant. Though Mathew would never admit it to his parents, he was a bit of a bully in high school. He wasn’t trying to be actively malicious, but his Kick chat loved when he pulled pranks, especially on some of the nerdier-looking kids. With no other clear option, it was time to do the given task.

Mathew slipped off his sneakers, walking in his socks as he navigated the hardwood hallway and ascended the stairs. The house was quiet, save for the distant sound of his father’s rhythmic grunting downstairs as Jeremy continued to methodically scrub the kitchen tile with his forehead.

Reaching the master bedroom, Mathew pushed the door open. He cringed as it creaked. Thankfully no one noticed him, as his score said. He knew how mom his mad could get if she told him to put away the dishes, she would say, “What are you going to do when I’m not around?” or “You’re grounded till you learn what it means to have responsibilities.” He did not want to go through that again. The bedroom was unmade despite its fancy white white linens. Making the bed hadn’t been in the chore wheel and neither had ‘put up clothes’ so the room was slightly but uncharacteristically messy. The air grew progressively warmer and more humid, carrying the heavy, floral scent of lavender body wash.

Mathew had the tense anxiety of sneaking out of the house. If his mom saw him, she’d probably yell at him for interrupting her routine, tell him how he wasn’t as good as his sister and he’d have to start all over again.

He gripped the sleek chrome handle of the bathroom door, slowly applying pressure. It clicked, a tiny sound swallowed by the roar of the waterfall showerhead inside. He cracked it open an inch. The room was thick with white steam, clouding the mirrors and hanging heavy in the air.

Through the fog, he could see the glass enclosure of the shower. The glass was heavily beaded with condensation, blurring the figure inside into a soft, peach-toned silhouette. He needed a clear shot for the chore to count. Todd wouldn’t believe it if it was just a blurry shape through steam and he needed to see her tits.

Mathew stepped entirely inside the bathroom, closing the door behind him to keep the draft from alerting her. His pulse drummed in his ears as he crept across the cold marble tile. The humidity was already making his tank top stick to his chest. He approached the side of the shower enclosure where the sliding glass door met the marble wall. There was a tiny, half-inch gap where the magnetic seal hadn’t quite latched. His mom was humming to herself inside

Holding his breath, Mathew raised his phone. His hands were slightly damp, making the slick screen hard to grip. He leaned in, aligning the phone’s three-lens camera exactly with the narrow vertical gap.

The steam parted for a fraction of a second as Alexiah turned under the torrent of water. She was completely lost in her own world, her head tilted back as the water slicked her dark hair flat against her scalp. She raised her arms, grabbing the premium loofah, and began to vigorously soap up her large, full breasts, lifting them slightly to work the thick white lather over her skin. The soap suds clung to her rich, mature curves, sliding down her ribs in long, slow trails.

Mathew squeezed his eyes shut for a second, feeling a sudden, intense spike of heat in his shorts, before opening them and tapping the shutter button. Click. The screen flashed, capturing the sharp, high-definition image of his mother thoroughly enjoying her shower.

Instead of turning and leaving immediately, Mathew paused. The chore was technically done, but looking at her through the lens, the sheer, forbidden thrill of the moment locked his boots to the floor. He stayed behind for another thirty seconds, his eyes tracing the line of her back, the heavy bounce of her chest as she scrubbed, and the pale, smooth skin of her thighs through the swirling mist before he finally pulled back, slipped out of the bathroom, and closed the door behind him.

Back in his own bedroom, Mathew sat on the edge of his bed, his chest still heaving slightly. He opened his messaging app, pulled up Todd’s contact, and attached the high-res photo. He hit send. He couldn’t understand why his heart rate was so elevated from a simple chore. He distracted himself with Rocket League until finally Todd’s text popped up:

“WTF, and you call me a freak, lol. Nice creep shot of that MILF mom of yours though. Im def gonna jack off to this”

“Whatever dude, just doing my chores”

Mathew let out a long breath, a satisfied smile creeping onto his face as he closed the app. Another successful day of helping out around the house.

END OF REPORT

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