The Exes

Conspiracy

None of it would have been possible without Mitch. Mitch was a fucking brain, and Mitch had access to the weird shit. It wasn't just weird, though. It was frightening. And when Kelly pitched the general idea of "revenge" she couldn't have been more shocked at what Mitch came up with.

Being dumped for some little goody-goody blonde with tiny tits was not how Kelly imagined her relationship would end. In fact, she hadn't imagined it ending at all. She'd envisioned marrying Michael, being part of his old money family, and living a life of ease as a trophy wife. She wasn't a blonde, but she was stacked and she knew how to spend money on the finer things. She was also the kind of slut in bed that kept most men hooked.

Michael, though, wasn't like most men. While Kelly's looks and hot-in-the-sack attitude had kept him hooked at first, it became clear that it wasn't going to be a long-term thing. He'd let her down in that, "it's me, not you," way that he doubtless thought was sweet. Kelly, however, hadn't thought it was sweet. It was infuriating.

Fast forward only a few weeks and she'd run into him with some prissy blonde twig on heels, her arm in his, and they were sharing a sickening giggle-fest. Kelly cried as she ran the four blocks back to her apartment and seethed over it ever since. It wasn't fair. Some willowy stick in pink heels had stolen the future that should have been hers.

Mitch, once Michael's closest friend, had his own axe to grind. Because Mitch had been dumped by that same willowy stick of a woman, and now she was doting on Michael. For Mitch, it had broken so many bro codes that it was unforgivable. Thus, when Kelly sat with him at the bar one evening, commiserating over their shared woes, Mitch took her vague idea of revenge and turned it into an actual plan. And it was the kind of plan that made Kelly grateful that Mitch was on her side.

***

Containment

Everything was wrong. Michael came around slowly, with a head that felt as if it was stuffed with cotton. Even the plain white room he sat in was hard to process at first. Several minutes passed before he was aware enough to realize just how wrong things were.

His limbs were immobile, and when he moved his aching head, he found his wrists and legs bound to a weird chair. The air was heavy with a sweet-smelling odor. He was naked. This last became apparent when he felt the pleasure around his cock, where some kind of weird contraption that resembled a pocket pussy was wrapped around his prick. Of more immediate concern, however, was the one in his mouth, which was steadily dripping a honey-sweet liquid onto his tongue. The final concern was something vibrating in his ass. In short, everything was wrong.

Michael struggled against the bonds and mumbled around the weird pussy-shaped gag in his mouth, but there was no getting free. Maybe there was, but his head was so thick that it was hard to think. None of it made sense. Other than the hiss of the strange-smelling air, everything was silent in the empty room.

The first new sound came minutes later, and Michael hardly heard it over the beating of his heart. It was a soft hiss of an air-tight seal opening behind him. Then the click-clack of a pair of heels on a hard floor drew closer. Michael couldn't turn his head far enough around to see who it was, but a moment later he didn't have to.

He mumbled Kelly's name through the gag as his ex-girlfriend stepped into view. Why was she wearing a facemask?

"Hello, Michael," Kelly said.

Michael groaned and mumbled several questions, none of which came out with any clarity. Kelly laughed at his attempt.

"I'm going to answer all of your questions," she said. "Kind of like the villain giving a monologue about his diabolical plot to the hero. Only in this scenario, you're the villain, Michael."

Michael furrowed his brows, confused.

"You pushed me aside for some… nobody!" Kelly snapped. "And you fucked over your best friend in the process. You're a piece of shit, Michael."

Michael flushed. He wasn't going to deny it. It wasn't like he'd enjoyed hurting Kelly, and he certainly hadn't wanted to alienate Mitch. The heart wanted what it wanted, though, and Michael had wanted Marie. He could sympathize with Kelly, but it had been his life and his choice. Kelly wasn't that choice.

"Don't worry, Michael," Kelly said and stroked his cheek. "Mitch and I are going to fix you. You, Marie, and your whole family. In a couple of days, it will be like we never broke up at all!"

Michael stared dumbly. Did she think kidnapping him and tying him to a chair would somehow convince him they should hook back up?

"I can see you don't understand," Kelly said. "But you will. Let me explain…"

***

Marie fought back tears and tried to think through the fog in her head and the hammering of her heart. It was all wrong. She should be waking up in bed, next to Michael. Instead, she'd woken up to a nightmare.

The chair she was strapped into was uncomfortable and metal. It was made infinitely worse by her nudity, and the three vibrating cocks stuffed into her mouth, ass, and pussy. A sickly sweet odor permeated the air. Was that the source of the brainfog? Had she been drugged?

A soft hiss from behind, followed by the sound of footsteps made her jerk her head around, but it wouldn't move far enough to see. A second later, a familiar face hovered in front of her wavering vision.

"Mth?" Marie mumbled around the fat dildo lodged in her mouth.

Her ex-boyfriend put his hands on his hips and grinned. Rather, Marie assumed he grinned. Mitch wore a facemask, so it was impossible to tell, but there were smile lines around his eyes.

"Hello, Marie," Mitch said as casually as if they'd met on the street. "Do try to stay calm. Good things are coming for us."

Marie blinked in question.

"You know," Mitch said and the smile lines disappeared. "You were kind of a cunt to me, hooking up with my buddy and all."

That's what this was about? Mitch was mad about a breakup, and he'd kidnapped her?

"But after this weekend, you'll be fixed," Mitch went on. "You remember that company I work for? BimboTec? The place you thought was… a little weird? Well, there's some new shit we've cooked up in the lab. Really crazy shit. That's some of what's pumping into this room right now. Smells nice, huh?"

Marie shook her head and tugged at the restraints.

Mitch's smile lines returned. "It's got a complicated name, but we just call it bimbo gas. It makes you kinda stupid and horny. Oh, also open to suggestions. When I leave, you'll go through a special subliminal messaging program that will fix you right up."

Marie pleaded incomprehensibly around the dildo gag.

"No can do, babe," Mitch said with a shrug. "I'm pretty committed to this. So is Kelly."

Marie screamed around the gag and pulled at the restraints again, but she was so tired.

"Oh, yeah. That was what I forgot to mention. Kelly's in another room with Michael. We also invited your whole family. And his. Everyone's got their program, and by the end of this, you'll all be fixed. Anywho, I'm gonna step out. Things will get a little weird, but in a couple of days, you'll thank me."

Mitch patted her on the head and walked past her. Marie shrieked around the gag until the sound of the door shutting with a sickening finality came from behind. A moment later, calming music began to play. The vibrating dildos shoved in her holes vibrated more rigorously, and suction cups on her tits began to suck at her nipples. Marie groaned at the unwanted pleasure, unable to do anything but breathe in the gas and listen to the music.

***

Conny & Eric

On their first day in captivity, Conny and Eric were as confused as the rest of them. The room was bright and white, and there was no place to hide their nudity from one another. The air stank of something sickly sweet that made their heads fuzzy and happy. It was the only reason they weren't more panicked.

Eric did his best to keep his eyes off of his mother's tits by exploring the corners and walls of the room. There was a single opening, which he found with his fingers, but it was sealed tight. Air-tight.

With no way to measure the time, Eric and his mother had no way of telling how long it was before the voice came over the speaker. It was a voice they recognized, but didn't expect to hear again.

"Hello, Conny. Eric," Kelly's voice boomed into the room.

"Is that Kelly?" Eric said to the ceiling.

"Yes, Eric. It's me," Kelly said. "It's been entertaining watching the two of you cry and try to escape, but I think it's time you found out why you're here."

"Kelly, you need to let us out!" Conny shouted as she sprung to her feet.

Eric averted his eyes from his mother's jiggling tits and bare pussy.

"Conny, you're not in much of a position to demand anything. Have a seat, be good, and I'll give you some food."

Conny looked like she might protest but she shut her mouth and sat with her back to the wall, pulled her knees into her chest, and waited. A mechanical whir came from the far wall and a tray slid out, holding two small plates and bottles of water."

"Eat up," Kelly commanded. "I can't have the two of you wasting away. Your bodies will need the fuel as they change."

"Change?" Eric said as he fumbled the bottle of water in his hand.

Kelly giggled. "You're both here because Michael made a mistake."

"Michael?" Conny said. "What did you do to my son?"

"Do you have my brother?" Eric asked.

"Sit. Eat," Kelly ordered.

Conny and Eric, seething, took their plates and sat. They looked at the meager servings with distrust.

"You're a couple of pampered, rich socialites," Kelly spat. "And Michael was supposed to marry me into your upper-echelon fan club. He fucked up, and now you're all going to pay for it."

"Kelly—"

"Shut the fuck up, Eric! By the end of this, you're going to be thanking me. You're going to be Mommy's favorite boy in just a couple of days. All the two of you need to do is eat, breathe, and enjoy the process. Tootles!"

The speaker went quiet. Eric and Conny shared a frightened look.

"What does that mean?" Conny asked.

Eric shrugged and eyed the food again. His stomach rumbled.

"Should we eat it?" he asked.

"What choice do we have?"

Eric raised a piece of what seemed like normal bread to his mouth and nibbled.

"God, it's good!" he said.

Conny watched him voraciously stuff the thing into his mouth. She tried her own. It was good. It was so fucking good! Too good to be real. The entire plate was empty within minutes.

***

Eric dozed with his head against the wall when he awoke to a soft hand stroking his hair. His mother was huddled against him, her naked tits pressed against his side. She played her fingers through his hair.

"Mom?" he said.

"Hush, baby," she said. "Mommy's here. Did you have a bad dream?"

Eric blinked. "A bad dream? Did you forget that we're living a nightmare?"

"Don't worry, honey," Conny whispered in his ear. "Mommy won't let anything happen to you. Why don't you just suck on Mommy's booby and try to relax?"

"Suck on—" Eric started but his mother pulled his head down to her breast and stuffed one tit into his mouth.

"Mff!"

"That's it, baby," Conny said. "Just suck Mommy's booby. Mommy loves that."

Eric swirled his tongue around his mother's nipple. It really was relaxing. Why was it relaxing? It was horrifying! After a few hours in the room, his mother's brain had broken. He should really pull his mouth off her tit. He couldn't make himself pull his mouth off her tit!

Conny's free hand slid down his leg and wrapped around his cock. Eric groaned and jerked back.

"Hush," Conny said. "Just let Mommy take care of it. Mommy loves to take care of it, baby. Don't you want Mommy to stroke your big cock for you?"

Eric did not, in fact, want his mother to stroke his cock for him. Only his cock was so hard in her hand, and her fingers felt so good. Just like her tits felt so good. Why did it feel so good?

Kelly! Was this what she meant? Was the sweet-smelling stuff in the room, and the food on the tray… changing them?

"Mom," Eric said, making a concerted effort to pull his mouth off her tits. "Mom, it's Kelly! She's making us act like this."

"Kelly?" Conny said and knitted her brows in confusion. "Michael's sweet girlfriend? Why would she do that?"

Eric knew the answer. It was right there. He tried to make the answer come out. Why would Kelly do something so sinister? He'd known the answer before falling asleep.

He needed that answer, needed to hold on to it. It was so hard to think with his mother stroking his erection. Maybe sucking on her tits would help. He opened his mouth and allowed Conny to pull him toward her breasts again. Yes, that was good. It was much better than thinking about Kelly.

***

With no sense of the passage of time, Eric measured it by how many meals he'd eaten. The tray opened three more times and each time the food was more delicious. They had Kelly to thank for that. Kelly was really pretty generous.

After finishing their fourth meal, Eric returned to sucking on his mother's tits. Was there any better way to pass the time? Her tits were so big and delicious. They even seemed bigger than when he'd sucked on them only a few minutes ago.

Was that possible? Did it matter? No. He had Mommy tits in his mouth, and Mommy's soft hand around his cock. What else was there?

As he stared over his mother's huge melons, his gaze rested on her thick, full lips. There was something else. There was Mommy's wet mouth. Wouldn't it feel so much nicer than her hand?

Driven only by the thought of those big, pink lips around his cock, Eric pulled his mouth off her boob. He stood and had to physically remove his mother's hand from his aching cock.

"Don't you like Mommy's hand?" Conny slurred.

"Yeah, Mommy," Eric said. "I love your hand. But I'm going to fuck your mouth."

"Oh, baby!" Conny chirped. "You say the sweetest things to Mommy!"

Eric grabbed her roughly by the hair and pushed his cock into her mouth. Mommy's mouth. Mommy's hot, wet mouth. God, it was incredible!

Conny glurked, her throat spasming as Eric's cock plunged into it. He groaned and began hammering her suckhole with long strokes. Each outward thrust of his prick brought a wave of warm drool cascading down Conny's chin, where it oozed across her huge tits.

"Fuck yeah, Mommy," Eric said. Your stupid mouth is so good!"

Conny drooled and gagged on his cock. Eric reached down and tugged on one of her nipples. The attention caused a squirt of milk to wet his fingers. Lactating? His mother was lactating? How was that possible?

Conny moaned around his prick and suddenly the why of it no longer mattered. Eric's aching cock jerked in her mouth and he fired a hot shot of jizz down her throat. Conny visibly orgasmed as her son poured semen into her tummy.

***

After a sixth meal, Eric's erection was in need of serious attention. When he looked at his cow of a mother, with her giant leaking tits and round ass, he wondered how he'd ever seen her as anything else. Without saying a word, he pushed her onto her back and pulled her legs apart.

"Oh, Eric!" Conny gushed. "Do you need to fuck Mommy's pussy?"

Eric squeezed one of her tits and a spray of milk shot across his face. He groaned, licked his lips, and pushed his cock into his mother's warm depths. Conny squealed with glee as he rammed himself into her.

"Oh! Oh, Eric! Fuck Mommy's wet cunt! Mommy loves that so much!" Conny squealed.

Eric alternated sucking on her leaking tits and pushing his tongue into his mother's mouth as he fucked her. She was so warm, so wet, and her cunt was like a vice around his prick. The sounds of her panting and squealing blotted out the hiss of the sweet air flowing into the room.

As he hammered his mother's gripping cunt, a funny thought popped into his head. Michael. His brother. When he saw him again, would Michael want to fuck their mother, too? That shouldn't be allowed to happen. She was his. His mommy.

***

Elenore & Diaz

It was absurd. Trapped in a white room, with his girlfriend's grandmother? And all because some whacko ex-girlfriend of his own girlfriend's brother had gone off the deep end? Diaz couldn't believe it.

Grandma Delores was kind enough. He'd met her on two occasions. But this was not the circumstance he wanted to be in the next time they'd met. For one, Grandma Delores was nude. Second, the fact they were confined in a weird room by a psychopath. Third, the room was filling with gas that Kelly claimed would alter them, somehow.

In the hours since waking and getting the message from Kelly over a loudspeaker, Diaz was no closer to finding a way out. Grandma Delores was no help. The old woman was doting and kind, but not much else.

When their meals slid through the tray, Delores served them both. When they were finished, the old woman put it all back on the tray and set it next to the dispenser. Diaz supposed it was just the tidying-up reflex that so many women of her era had.

"I don't know what she expects us to do," Diaz said for the hundredth time.

"Not much we can do but wait, dear," Delores said as she huddled down and hid her nudity.

Diaz frowned. Two meals had come and gone. In that time, Diaz had little choice but to look at Granda Delores's body. Aside from white walls, there was nothing else to look at. Something about it seemed different, though.

Her skin, which had been wrinkled and white only hours ago had begun to take on the look of a bad spray tan. Her breasts, ass, and lips seemed larger and fuller than they had. In fact, all over, she looked more like plastic than actual skin.

While he had no mirror, what he could see of himself also looked different. His abs, which had been flat before, had definition that had never been there before. His arms, too, were more muscular. How could that be?

***

By the time six meals had come and gone, Diaz was shaking. Something was definitely wrong. The room wasn't exactly cold, but it wasn't hot either. Despite that, he was sweating.

Delores, too, was up and pacing. Diaz couldn't look away from her. The old woman, who had once been stooped and tremulous, was now straight-backed and proudly thrusting her big rack out in front of her. She stopped in her pacing, cocked her head, and that was when Diaz realized something else. He was casually stroking his dick as he watched her pace!

"What's wrong, brown boy?" Delores said. "You've never had your wick dipped in something this sexy?"

She ran her hands up her tanned sides and squeezed her big melons. Diaz shook his head. Why couldn't he stop stroking his cock? Why was Delores acting like a…

"You need some nice cougar pussy?" the old lady said.

"Mrs. Delores—"

"Mama," Delores corrected and pressed her body against him.

Diaz flinched back but the old woman caught him by the neck.

"A little nervous, aren't you? You'll get over that. Give Mama a big kiss and it'll settle those nerves."

She forcefully pulled his lips toward hers and mashed them together. Diaz, to his horror, opened his mouth and let the old woman's squirming tongue into it. She purred and pawed at his chest.

When she broke away, she ordered him to, "Get those mitts on my knockers."

Diaz did not want to get his mitts on his girlfriend's grandma's knockers, but the old woman yanked his arms up and placed his hands on her tits.

"That's it, little man," Delores said. "Get a good squeeze. You got something for Mama, don't you?"

Diaz gasped as Delores grabbed his prick and squeezed it.

"Yeah," she whispered. "You got what Mama needs, don't you?"

Diaz shook his foggy head again, but that only made the old woman's tits jiggle as he sucked them. She fondled his balls and rolled them in his hands.

"You're so full," she said. "My granddaughter ain't taking care of you, is she? Well, Mama's got what you want. Don't you worry."

Before Diaz could stop her, she pushed him backward. He cried out as his back hit the hard white floor. Delores was on top of him an instant later, mounting him, straddling his crotch. He groaned as his cock was enveloped in warm wetness.

"That's it, little man," Delores said. "Give Mama that big young dick. There you go!"

Diaz's head spun. Was he actually having sex with his girlfriend's grandmother? Why did it feel so good?

The old woman rocked herself back and forth on his cock. She grabbed his hands and put them back on her tits.

"Give those a squeeze, sonny," she commanded. "Good and tight now. That's what Mama likes."

Diaz squeezed her melons as she ordered and thrust his cock up into her hard. Delores squealed, then chuckled, and slammed her aging cunt back down against him.

"That's it, boy," she said. "That's what Mama likes. When this is all over, you're coming home with me. Mama needs a new boy toy, and you're looking real nice."

An image of Julie, his hot young girlfriend, flashed though his foggy mind. What had he ever seen in that petite, scrawny girl? Delores was much more the kind of lover he needed. Mature, sexy, like a cartoonish whore past her prime, who was trying too hard to stay hot. Yes. That was perfect. Delores was perfect. What more did he need? Certainly not Julie.

***

Julie & Joe

It felt really weird having her grandfather's arm around her naked body, but at the same time, it was comforting. This place was a nightmare and Julie just wanted to go home. She couldn't understand how her brother's breakup with that Kelly weirdo had anything to do with her. And it had even less to do with Grandpa Joe.

"There, there," Grandpa Joe said soothingly. "We'll get this worked out. That young lady just needs to cool off."

It sounded stupid to Julie. Someone who kidnaps you and puts you naked in a room with your grandfather is not someone who just needs to "cool off." That's someone with mental problems, and they weren't going to just say, "Oopsie! My bad," and open the doors for you. They were going to go through with whatever awful thing they were planning.

It was awful, too. Julie could feel it, even if she didn't understand it. Kelly's diatribe about Michael being a selfish loser, and that she was pumping the room full of gas that was going to "fix" them, seemed like nonsense. But Julie could already tell it wasn't nonsense, because her little tits were not so little anymore.

Julie had been a thin and petite girl of eighteen only two meals ago. Since then, her tits and ass had grown noticeably. Her grandfather, too, was looking more fit than he had in years.

If that weren't horrible enough, she had to look at his cock every time he stood up. And it was hard. It was hard from looking at her big tits and fat ass. And the worst part was that her pussy was hot when he did it. It was so awful.

***

After four meals in the room, Julie's fuzzy head was even fuzzier. It was so hard to think. She felt giggly and stupid. Maybe that was why she was casually bouncing her enlarged tits in front of her grandfather.

Grandpa Joe frowned. "What do you keep bouncing those slut melons for?" he growled.

Julie rolled her eyes. "I'm soooo bored, Grandpa. And you're, like, old and more boring."

Grandpa Joe's frown deepened. "Old? Boring? I oughta slap your bratty mouth for that."

Julie giggled, bounced her tits, and said, "Oh, yeah? Like you'd even dare. You're too old for that!"

Grandpa Joe slowly rose to his feet and Julie backed away. Her grandfather, though, moved much more quickly than she'd expected. He grabbed her by her hair and whipped her around, putting his arm around her waist as she screamed in pain.

"You're a disrespectful little brat," he snapped. "I'm gonna learn you the way your daddy shoulda!"

"Ew! Gross! Let me go, you pervert!"

Grandpa Joe squeezed one of her big tits and jammed his erection against her ass.

"Pervert? You're one to talk, you arrogant little fuckhole. You've been cockteasing me since we woke up in this crackpot joint."

"Am not!" Julie wailed.

Grandpa Joe's grip on her was strong. She could probably do something about it. She should do something about it. Maybe kick him in the balls. But the way he held her like it was his right, as if he owned her, felt… kind of sexy. Oh, fuck! Had she just thought of her grandfather as sexy?

Grandpa Joe took a fistful of her hair, and as Julie shrieked, he dragged her off her feet and straddled her chest. When he slapped her face, Julie's eyes welled with tears, and a flash of excited heat shot from her pussy. She moaned out loud.

"You see?" Grandpa Joe said. "Just like a dumb slut to want a firm hand."

He gripped her jaw in one hand and squeezed, forcing Julie's mouth into a silly fish face. As he mounted her tits and took his cock in his other hand, he squeezed again and ordered, "Open that pretty slut mouth."

Julie, to her horror, did as he ordered. Grandpa Joe nodded once and jammed his prick into her mouth. As the old man slowly fucked his cock between her lips, he held her hair in his fist.

"Always knew you were nothing but a dumb slut," Grandpa Joe growled. "Useless for anything but jamming a dick into, ain't you?"

Julie couldn't reply. All she could do was touch her cunt, her head spinning, as she tried to fight the growing orgasm that was going to come at any moment.

***

Julie did not eat the seventh meal that came through the tray. Neither did Grandpa Joe. Not at first, anyway. Grandpa Joe was far too busy plowing his cock into her granddaughter's guts.

Julie was facedown on the hard floor, her huge melons mashed into the surface, and her cheek pressed to the ground. She grunted and slobbered on the white floor as her grandfather fucked her. His hand pressed her face against the floor, while the other slapped her jiggling ass.

"That's the way you take it," he said. "That's Grandpa's teenage fucktoy. You're loving that old dick now, ain't you?"

"No," Julie groaned, but she was a liar.

She did like it. She was going to cum from his abusive fucking again. This was the third time and her cunt was still so wet for it. How he could stay this hard at his age was a mystery. Maybe it had something to do with the gas.

Julie couldn't remember why the gas was important, only that it was. It had something to do with Kelly. Her brother's ex-girlfriend was somehow involved in this, in some way the reason her grandfather was fucking her. She just couldn't quite remember why. Maybe it wasn't important, after all.

Her grandfather's hand let up on her face, but his arm went around her neck, and his weight came down on her back. He spread her legs wider with his own, opening her up for him to stroke her more deeply. Julie gasped and squealed.

"Ha! You see? You love old granddaddy's big wrinkled cock, don't you, bitch?"

"Uh… uh," Julie denied it.

But her eyes rolled back, and she began to spasm as she came for him again.

"Lying little cunt," Grandpa growled as she came. "You're a tight-cunted little liar."

She was. There was something about taunting him, teasing him, denying that her pussy liked it, which made it so much hotter when he took what he wanted from her. It was mean, and it was bratty, but that's just the kind of girl Julie was.

***

Larry & Kate

The situation was intolerable. Larry was supposed to be in a board meeting right now, not stuck naked in a white room with Eric's skinny black girlfriend. When he got out of this, that Kelly bitch was going to pay dearly. With his wealth and influence, he'd make sure she spent the rest of her life behind bars, being a rapetoy for the cruelest lesbian convicts on the planet.

Kate, he had to admit, was stronger in this fucked-up situation than he'd expected. That was respectable. She was cool-headed and used to being in charge, so it shouldn't have been that surprising. But she was still a woman, and most women buckled under pressure.

Kate hadn't. She was methodical, searching every corner of the room for an escape that eluded the both of them. Maybe, if they had been more clear-headed, they could find it. As it was, the gas pumping into the room had made them loopy. It was like trying to think through jelly.

The only two points of egress were the tightly sealed door and the little slot that dispensed the ridiculously tasty food. Neither of those were any help. By silent agreement, they gave up the search and slumped against the walls on opposite sides of the room.

***

Larry rubbed his stubbled chin and wondered, again, just how long they'd been in here. Long enough to need a good shave, obviously. The food, too, must be hearty stuff, because he seemed to be putting on weight. He'd eaten four helpings of the stuff already.

He glared across the room at Kate, who glared back. She tapped her nails against the cold floor. Were they longer? It seemed like it.

"Do you mind?" he snapped.

"What?"

Larry nodded to her tapping fingers.

"Oh, sure thing, white bread," Kate said and stopped tapping her nails.

Larry cocked his head. "White bread?"

"I ain't callin' you masa," she snapped.

"I didn't— Nevermind."

Something about this exchange was wrong. She shouldn't be talking that way. Kate wasn't a ghetto girl. An image of her with extensions and gold teeth flashed through his mind. His dick hardened. That wasn't right.

***

Larry awoke feeling even fuzzier. The last thing he could recall was eating their eighth meal. Had it been drugged?

Kate lay on her back, drooling on the floor as she dozed. Larry staggered over to her and blinked in disbelief. Had she always had those extensions? He felt certain that the gold teeth hadn't been there before. Had they? It was all so hazy.

He tugged lightly on one of the rings in her nipples, a match for the one in her nose, and Kate's eyelids fluttered. Larry rubbed his cock and licked his lips. He should stop touching her nipple rings. This was his son's girlfriend, and— Nipple rings? Had Kate always had a nose ring and pierced nipples? Maybe she had.

He tugged one of the rings again. It suited her. The skinny black bitch looked pretty good with those piercings. Black bitch? Larry let the ring go and recoiled. Why had he thought such a disgusting thing?

Kate groaned and opened her eyes. For a moment, she held her head in her hands. Then her hands moved, and she touched her nipple piercings. She looked down, gasped, and glared at Larry.

"The fuck you do, white boy?" she snapped. "You been touchin' my tits wit' yer ol' greasy hands?"

Larry shook his head. "I… what? I didn't—"

"Shit, motha fucka! You did touch my titties! Ol' white daddy thinks he can just grab a black woman whenever he please! That it? Well, fuck you, nigga'!"

Larry reddened. He tugged at his beard. Had they really been here that long? He wobbled to his feet, off balance from the extra weight in his immense gut.

"Touch your tits?" he snapped. "Listen, blackberry, what do I want with your little black tits?"

Kate staggered to her feet and cupped her tits in her hands. She cackled.

"These titties? All you white bitches drool over my black titties. Cuz all you white bitches secretly looove that chocolate pussy, don't you?"

She emphasized the last word by running one of her long nails through her slit. She held the finger up. It was shiny and wet. Larry licked his lips as she put it in her mouth and sucked it.

Larry snapped. It was intolerable. Someone like her shouldn't be so disrespectful. He was her better. He stalked forward and gripped one of her extensions in his fist.

"That's enough out of you!"

Kate shrieked as Larry swept her feet out from under her, sending her to the floor with a hard whump.

"I'll give you a little lesson in respect for your betters," he growled as he pulled her legs apart.

"There he is," Kate screeched. "There's that white colonizing rapist! Go on, White Daddy! Go on and do what you do!"

Larry growled, put a hand on her neck, and pushed his cock into her. Kate moaned and dug her nails into his back, making him growl as he shoved his full length into her.

"Ah, shit! Fuck it, White Daddy! Fuck that juicy black pussy you like," she said. "Own that little black box!"

Larry humped his prick into her rough and fast, slapping his hips against her crotch as he held her by the neck.

"Fuckin' nigger slut," he spat. "That's all you're good for. You're only good for taking white dick!"

Kate moaned, and her cunt squeezed his prick. She humped back against his thrusts, banging against him hard enough that Larry could hear her gold teeth clack together with each impact. Fuck, her pussy was so good!

Why hadn't he seen it before? Eric shouldn't have such a cute little ghetto princess. Kate should be his. She should be his domesticated black bunny, kept in a cage, and only pulled out for fucking. That was the way things should work. Once they got out of this, he'd make sure to set things right.

***

Consuela & Brad

"Wakey, wakey," said the voice over the loudspeaker.

Brad groaned and rubbed his aching head. Who the fuck was talking so loud? He opened his eyes. Why was it so bright? Why was he naked? Where the fuck was he? Why was Julie's grandma with him, and why was she buck naked?

"Brad, Consuela, it's time to get up. We have a busy schedule," said the voice, then it laughed. "Well, I do. You, not so much. You just have to sit here and wait."

"What?" Brad said and shook his head. God, it felt like it was stuffed with cotton.

"You probably don't remember me," said the voice.

"I do," Consuela said. "You're Mitch, that no-good young man Marie used to date."

"Bingo, granny," Mitch said. "Only you made a couple of mistakes. No good? Wrong. I'm the one Marie should have ended up with, and that's going to change. Used to date? True, but not for long. When this is all over, we'll be one big happy family!"

"Dude, who the fuck are you? What's going on?" Brad said.

"Granny just told you, Brad. Try to keep up. I know it's not easy, you being a dumb jock and all. I'm Mitch. And you're a… well, I don't like the word prisoner, but it's applicable. It's just temporary, though. After you're both fixed, you'll be on your way to start your new lives."

"Mitch, let us out!" Consuela demanded.

"No can do, Granny. The process takes a couple of days."

"Process?" Brad said.

Mitch sighed. "Yeah, Brad. The process. Like I said, you're gonna be fixed. Fixing things is a process. For now. Anywho, all you gotta do is hang out, breathe, and eat. It'll be like a relaxing weekend, and at the end of it, you get to go home. No torture or anything."

"Why?" Consuela said.

"Because I'm a no-good young man," Mitch said, and the speaker fell silent.

Consuela and Brad shared a look, blushed, and the two of them covered themselves with their arms.

"So, now what do we do?" Brad asked.

Consuela shrugged and said, "I guess we wait."

***

Waiting was interminably boring. There wasn't shit to do in the room but sit and stare. And there wasn't even anything good to stare at. Just an old naked lady.

The only thing that broke up the monotony of the first several hours was the little tray that dispensed two plates of food and bottled water. Consuela handed Brad his plate and bottle, then took her own to a corner. They ate in silence but finished the entire plate in minutes. Jesus, it was the best thing he'd ever tasted!

Consuela stood up and crossed the room again, then held out her hand.

"I take tray?" she said, frowned, and Brad knitted his brows.

"You okay?" he asked.

"I… Bueno," she said.

"Bueno? Doesn't that mean like, good, or something?"

"Si. Bueno," Consuela said and shook her head again.

Brad handed her the empty plate.

"If you could just speak English, it would be easier," he said. "This whole thing's weird enough as it is."

Consuela frowned and said, "Ingles? Si. I… talk English."

Brad watched her take the plates back to the dispenser, confused. Was this place really doing a number on the old Latina's mind? And was her ass bigger?

***

Brad was tired of the constant Mexican prattling. It was all a bunch of nonsense! Every time a meal came through the slot, he got angrier. How fucking long were they going to be here? How goddamn long was he going to have to listen to this aging whore babble that spic language?

He needed to do something about it. When Consuela put the plates from their sixth meal into the dispenser, Brad couldn't stop staring at her big round ass. Her giant tits wobbled obscenely as she bent over, and her pussy winked at him. Before she could stand up, Brad crossed the room and pulled her head back by her hair.

"Talk English!" he shouted and spanked her ass.

"Ayi!" Consuela hollered and jerked, but Brad's grip on her was firm. "Por favor! Sin azotes!"

"You like that, huh?"

"No! Por favor!"

"More?" Brad said and spanked her again.

"No mas!" Consuela hollered.

Brad groped one of her big tits and pushed two fingers up her cunt. It was so wet. Yeah, she definitely liked the rough stuff. God, his dick was so hard. He could just stick it in her, couldn't he? She'd like that.

Brad pushed her against the wall, and Consuela moaned. Yeah, she was into it. These old Mexican sluts were all into that shit.

"No mas!" she said again and wiggled her ass.

Brad put a hand on her neck and shoved his aching prick into her warm depths. Consuela hollered and wiggled her ass for him. Oh, shit. That was good.

As he fucked her, pounding his cock deep into her creamy cunt, the old woman babbled off a string of nonsensical spic jabber. Why didn't she just talk English? It was so infuriating. Clearly, she needed more fucking and more discipline. Maybe a nice collar and a leash.

Yeah, that was the way to handle a disobedient spic. When they got out of this, he'd make sure to take care of that. An image of his petite little girlfriend, skinny and white, flashed through his mind. Revolting. How could he have been happy with such a skinny bitch like Julie?

Consuela continued to babble and groan as Brad held her and fucked her. It was musical, and entrancing. This was a real woman. She was so submissive and obedient, just like a foreign fucktoy should be. As the old woman humped back against his thrusts, Brad grunted and plastered her insides with a load so large that he could feel it squishing out around his cock. Yes, this was the kind of slut he deserved.

***

Chuck & Barb

Chuck didn't understand how any of this involved him. Mitch was a madman, rambling about his breakup with Marie. Now, Chuck was trapped in a white room, naked, with his fifty-six-year-old daughter, because his granddaughter had dumped some loser. It was preposterous!

"I always knew he was out there," Barb said as she huddled down with her back to the wall. "I was so glad when she dumped him for Michael."

"Not so glad now, I guess," Chuck grumbled.

"I never thought he'd stoop to kidnapping people and gassing them. What do you think he meant by 'fixing' us?"

Chuck shook his head. Whatever it meant, he wasn't keen on finding out. After a thorough search of the room, though, there didn't seem to be any way out. There was only the sweet-smelling gas, the weird music, and an indefinite wait.

The waiting was broken only by the food that came through a slot. It was the one thing they had to look forward to, and Christ was it good. Too good. So good it couldn't be real.

Each meal came with a little note: "Please return your plate to the dispenser," which was followed by a thumbs-up emoji. That was like a big fuck you, Chuck thought, but it didn't stop Barb from following the instructions. Aside from the food, there was only the waiting and the sleeping. And his back wasn't meant for sleeping against a wall.

***

Chuck hadn't seen his daughter naked in fifty years. Being confronted with her nudity had, at first, made him avert his eyes. After finishing their fourth meal, though, he began to notice things he hadn't before. It wasn't that he'd really looked, but when one is stuck in an empty room with nothing but another naked body, one can't help but take notice.

What Chuck noticed now was that Barb looked different. She'd carried a slight pooch, her tummy sagging with age and having borne three children. Now her tummy was flatter, her waist slimmer, but her breasts and butt seemed larger.

Barb tottered over toward him on legs that seemed slimmer and stronger, but her balance was off. It was like she wasn't used to carrying boobs this size. But how could they have grown? He must be mistaken.

"Can I get you anything, Daddy?" she asked.

Chuck frowned. "Since when do you have a lisp?"

Barb frowned back. "A lithp? I don't have a lithp."

Chuck shook his head. It must be the gas. He was hearing things.

"Barbie," he said. "What are you going to get me? We're in an empty room."

Barb cocked her head and looked confused. Jesus, how could she be so stupid? Had she always been this ditzy?

"I'm thorry, Daddy," she whined.

Chuck sighed and said, "Just sit down, Barbie. We'll wait this nonsense out."

Barb sank to the floor with her back to the wall and lay her head on his shoulder. Her hand rested on his belly. Chuck closed his eyes and tried to nap once more. Barb's hand rubbed his belly. Belly? When had he put on weight?

***

Chuck couldn't stop groping his daughter's huge melons. They were just incredible. She sat in his lap, and his hard dick was enveloped in her slippery cunt.

Something about it all seemed off, but it felt like things had always been this way. Eight meals into their captivity, Chuck had his daughter bouncing on his lap as he squeezed her tits.

"That's it, little cow," he whispered as he molested her jugs. "That's what Daddy needs. Push that slutty cunt down on Daddy's cock."

"Yeth, Daddy," Barb said and bounced harder.

"That's what Daddy likes. You're so sexy and stupid, honey. When we get out of here, Daddy's going to beat your tits real good, okay?"

Barb shuddered and squealed as she came on her father's cock. The tight grip of her cunt around him set off the second orgasm he'd had in the last ten minutes. Barb's pussy, already sloppy and overflowing with his first big load, squished around his still-hard shaft.

Goddamn! He hadn't been this hard in ages. Her cunt was like a popping a blue pill. He could go for ages! Maybe it was her monstrous jugs, too. They were so much larger and more fun than Consuela's old wrinkled udders.

He squeezed them and tugged on Barb's nipples so hard it make her squeal.

"Oh, yeth, Daddy!" she cried. "Beat my thlutty titth!"

How long was this waiting Mitch talked about going to last? Chuck could hardly stand it. He needed to get out of here and drag his cow-slut of a daughter home. Her tits were in need of a serious beating. Maybe a belt or some ropes. Yeah. That would be a good start.

***

Becca & Chad

Chad hadn't gotten along with his daughter in years. Becca was not like Marie. Where Marie was proper, respectful, and dressed like a decent woman, Becca was her opposite. His youngest daughter was a rebellious brat, with pink highlights, a ridiculous stud in her nose, and she wore clothes that looked like they'd been pulled from a wood chipper.

Right now, however, Becca wore no clothes. Neither did Chad. Being the hostage of Marie's ex-boyfriend was bad enough. Being imprisoned with Becca, though, was a fate Chad wouldn't have wished on his worst enemy. Strike that. He'd have happily locked Mitch up with her for pulling this bullshit, if he managed not to strangle the little prick first.

Becca whined and complained, seemingly every second, for the first few hours after Mitch gave them his villainous monologue.

"Ugh, Marie's such a bitch for this!"

"What a fucking asshole. Why did we get roped into their relationship bullshit?"

"Fucking do something, Dad! Get us out of here!"

"This is so fucking lame! Why is he doing this?"

Chad had no answers to her questions and no means of escape. He had only his own questions, his own fears, and his own frustrations. Becca was quickly becoming another frustration. Her constant whining was broken only by her brief naps, and when the meals came through the dispenser.

Those were something they began looking forward to after the first one. They were incredibly good. Had anything ever tasted so fucking good? He was sure it hadn't.

***

After their fourth meal, Chuck noticed something odd about Becca. More than one thing, really. He'd given it his best effort not to look at her nakedness. Being stuck in an empty room with a naked eighteen-year-old, though, daughter or not, one was bound to look out of sheer boredom. Becca didn't make it easy on him, of course.

"What are you looking at?"

"Are you fucking perving on me?"

"You're disgusting!"

However, things were different now. Was it the gas? The food? Was it "fixing" them, as Mitch had said? Becca had never been a slim girl, nor had she been a big girl. She was simply average. She had average breasts, an average build, and even average grades.

The first change Chad noticed was her hair. Black with pink highlights. That's how she'd been wearing it for the last two years of this rebellious goth phase she was going through. The pink had faded, though. It was still there, but only just. The most striking change, however, was the blonde strands in her otherwise black mop.

"What?" Becca snapped as Chad stared. "Are you fucking perving again?"

Chad shook his head and said, "Your hair!"

Becca tousled her hair and said, "What the fuck about it?"

"It's… it's turning blond."

Becca rolled her eyes. "Yeah, sure. You're going fucking blind, Dad. Hair doesn't just 'turn' blond."

Still, she ran her hands through it anxiously and tried to look at it. It was too short to pull down to her eyes, though.

"Are you for real? You're messing with me, right?" she asked.

Chad shook his head.

"Show me."

"Show you?"

"Yeah. Like, I don't know. Pull one out and show me or something."

Chad rolled his eyes. "Fine."

He stood up and crossed the room. Becca didn't get up. Instead, she stay seated, her arms wrapped around her knees, and she looked at his cock as he stood over her. She blushed and averted her eyes.

Chad sifted away the black and pink strands, found a nice blond one, and tugged.

"Ow!" Becca yelped.

Chad's dick hardened at the sound, and a shot of pleasure rippled down his spine. God, it had felt so good to hear her yell like that. He plucked a second hair from her head and she yelped again.

"Hey! I said a hair!" she complained.

Chad envisioned slapping her bratty face and had to mentally restrain himself from doing it. God, it would feel so good to just slap her stupid, pretty face. And maybe push his dick into her constantly-complaining mouth. Instead, he handed her the strands.

"Oh, my God!" she wailed. "You're right!"

"Daddy's always right," Chad grumbled. "You just don't fucking listen."

Becca shot him a glare but as they locked eyes and he stared back, crossing his arms, something else happened. She blushed and put her head down.

"I'm… I'm sorry, Daddy," she said.

Chad nodded and said, "Good girl."

Becca pressed her legs tightly together and gave a little moan. Chad's dick jerked at the sound. He sank down against the wall next to her. Becca dropped the hairs on the floor, watched them fall, then lay her head on his shoulder. Chad put a hesitant arm around her shoulder.

"I'm sorry for being such a cunt, Daddy," she said.

Chad squeezed her shoulder and said, "It's alright. Just try to remember that you shouldn't talk back to Daddy. In fact, you shouldn't talk at all unless Daddy wants you to."

Becca sniffled and nodded her head.

"Say, 'I'm sorry, Sir.'"

Becca sniffled again and said, "I'm sorry, Sir."

"That's better, cunt," Chad said and squeezed her shoulder again.

***

Becca wasn't pretty enough. Not like her sister. Marie was so perfect and pretty, blonde, thin, with nice boobs and a cute ass. Daddy probably thought Marie was much prettier than her, and that had her worried.

The way Daddy was squeezing her tits, though, maybe there was some hope for her. She just needed to be good for Daddy and get prettier, and then Daddy would be happy.

Becca groaned as Daddy squeezed her melons again and pushed two of his fingers into her spread cunt. She couldn't remember when her tits had gotten so large, or when her pussy had become so hot and wet, but Daddy did seem to like it.

"Are you thinking again, Princess?" Daddy asked.

Becca shook her head. Thinking wasn't what Daddy wanted.

"No, Daddy," she said.

"Good girl. If you have to think, it should be about your cunt or Daddy's cock, right?"

"Yes, Daddy," Becca said and wiggled her hips to get more of Daddy's big fingers into her pussy.

"You like Daddy's fingers in your stupid cunt, don't you?"

Becca nodded.

"Would you like Daddy to fuck your little dumb cunt, baby?"

"Oh, yes, Daddy," Becca squealed. "Fuck my pretty dumb cunt."

Daddy pulled his fingers from her snatch, smeared her girl juice across her lips, and then slapped her cunt with his open hand. Becca yelped and tears sprang to her eyes. Daddy slapped her cunt again.

"Is that your pretty dumb cunt? Or is it Daddy's?" he growled.

"It's Daddy's pretty dumb cunt!" Becca said quickly.

Daddy slapped it again, and a tear ran down Becca's cheek. Daddy licked the tear away.

"Good girl," Daddy said. "Daddy loves it when you cry, doesn't he?"

"Uh, huh."

"Tell Daddy you want him to fuck his pretty dumb cunt, Princess."

Becca sniffled and said, "Daddy, will you please fuck your… your pretty dumb cunt?"

"Of course, Princess," Daddy said and pulled her legs further apart.

Daddy pushed Becca on her back and set his fat knob against her leaking pussy. Her heart beat so fast and her hands were shaking as Daddy put them on her big tits.

"Squeeze those slutty melons while Daddy fucks his cunt," Daddy ordered. "And make sure it's hard enough that you cry, alright?"

"Yes, Daddy," Becca said and pulled on her tits until they hurt.

She couldn't cry, though, until Daddy slapped her face and then slapped her tits. That did get her tears flowing, and that's when Daddy pushed his cock into her. It was so perfect, finally being a good girl for Daddy.

Why had she ever thought it was okay to tell him no and call him names? What a difficult bitch she'd been. What a stupid cunt. At least Daddy wouldn't have to worry about that anymore. All Becca wanted now was to be a good girl, Daddy's good girl. His perfect little sex doll.

***

Michael

It was a constant battle against what was happening to his mind for those first few hours. Or maybe it had been days. Michael couldn't tell. He only knew that at some point during that first phase, the music stopped and Kelly returned.

She stuck a tube in his mouth, which rinsed the taste of the sweet goo the fake cunt had been pumping into him down his throat. Kelly stroked his sweat-streaked hair as she did it. When she pulled the tube out, she nodded and shined a light into his eyes.

"Ready for more?" she asked.

Michael groaned. Kelly giggled and pulled a weird helmet down over his eyes from the back of the chair. She heard her leave the room, then the music began again. For several seconds, the helmet made the room pitch darkness. It was a welcome respite from the bright lights, but it didn't last.

When the screen in the helmet came to life, it didn't show anything that made sense. A sequence of flashing lights assaulted Michael's eyes, but when he willed them to shut, they wouldn't obey. It was like the lights were compelling his mind to watch.

They flashed again and again, changing colors, and patterns, until everything was a swirling mass of light that was too difficult to follow. The light seemed to be sucking away his thoughts, his ability to resist. He could almost feel himself growing dumber with each passing minute.

When the lights finally faded, the images became a video. He didn't know if it was real, a recording, happening live, or some fabrication. He did know the two people in it, though. They were his mother, Conny, and his brother, Eric.

Michael watched, powerless, as the video progressed. His mother changed from the woman he'd always known and loved, to an overly-busty, doting Mommy. His brother, too, became a childish mommy's boy, sucking on her enlarged melons. Michael had tears on his cheeks as he watched them fucking like braindead animals, his brother squirting streams of tit milk into his mouth.

The fast-moving video changed to another one, this time of his grandmother, Elenore, and the handsome Hispanic boy his sister dated, Diaz. Michael's kind grandmother was transformed throughout the video. By the end of it, she had huge plastic-looking tits. Her skin looked as if it had been badly tanned, with an orange tint to it. Diaz had become a rippling mass of muscle, completely at the mercy of his sexually charged, cougar grandmother.

Michael's tears were dry on his cheeks as the then watched his grandfather, Joe, and his younger sister, Julie. Sweet petite Julie had become an enhanced fuckdoll by the end of it, bitchy and bratty, and constantly flaunting her new huge tits for her grandfather. Grandpa Joe referred to her by the most demeaning names. Cockhole, fuckbunny, rapeslut, as he slapped her face and her jiggling udders. He called her worthless and stupid as he held her down and hammered her with his cock until she orgasmed for him.

The final insult came with the video of his father, Larry, and Eric's girlfriend, Kate. A wealthy and successful businessman, Larry was the epitome of an equal-right activist. He hired based solely on merit, made conscious decisions to progress the rights of underserved classes, and donated heavily to progressive causes. Michael's tears returned as he watched his father devolve into a racist prick, who was all too eager to disparage Kate. He hurled racist slurs at her as he fucked her and used her like a toy. Kate, too, regressed from a successful black woman, into the most stereotypical ghetto girl Michael could imagine.

The lights returned after this and continued for what seemed like days. He was sure he'd pissed himself at some point. When the lights stopped and the helmet came off, he was a drooling mess, babbling incoherently as Kelly wiped spittle from his chin, pushed the tube in his mouth, giggled, and replaced the helmet. And then it all began again.

The videos replayed, but this time they didn't have the same effect on him. Rather than depression, Michael became excited as he watched his family being changed. That was what they deserved. It was what he deserved. Kelly was right. Mitch was a good friend. They were helping his whole family to get better.

At first, he wondered why he'd been such a terrible friend and boyfriend. As the lights continued to pummel his eyes, though, and the music continued to play, and the sweet goo poured down his throat, thinking at all became so hard. It was so much easier to just let the machine pleasure his cock, to drink the goo, and to look at the pretty lights.

Kelly came back again and wiped the sweat off his brow. When she kissed it, Michael groaned and came into the fake cunt wrapped around his cock.

"Good boy, Michael," Kelly said. "That was so good. You're doing so well. Just one more round and you'll be fixed. Do you love me for helping you?"

Michael nodded his head. How could he not love her? She'd done so much for him, for his family. Kelly was an angel. He was so lucky to be with her. The helmet went on again.

This time, the video was different. It was of another woman he knew. Marie. When he saw her, though, he was revolted. Had he really betrayed Mitch and Kelly for… that? It was so gross. No wonder he needed fixing. Kelly should have just dumped him and moved on. That was what he deserved. God, he was so lucky to have a woman like Kelly. He was so blessed to have a friend like Mitch.

***

Marie

The vibrating cocks had been pleasuring Marie for what seemed like hours. She's cum so frequently, but whatever the stuff was that Mitch was pumping into her was keeping her wet and horny. The pleasure just kept going.

When Mitch made his next appearance, it was only to push a weird helmet down over her head before he left again. After a series of swirling, flashing lights, during which Marie's mind felt like it was melting, a series of videos began.

The videos played on a loop, and Marie knew the people in them. The first was her grandmother, Consuela, and her sister's boyfriend, Brad. As she watched and cried, her grandmother went from a kind Hispanic woman, stooped and gray, to a perfect stereotype for an over-the-hill Mexican prostitute. Her impeccable English the first thing to go, and by the time the video ended, she resembled a ridiculous sexdoll in her proportions.

Brad, not the brightest guy in the first place, was little more than a slobbering homunculus by the end. He hurled insults at Consuela, calling her the most disgusting racist names. When she spoke, he yelled at her, bent her over and spanked her, and finally held her down to fuck her until she came. The abuse clearly excited her grandmother, who violently orgasmed for him each time.

The next was her Grandfather, Chuck, and her mother, Barb. Marie's grandfather was a relatively fit man for his age and had always been kind. By the end of the process, he'd become a vulgar and abusive pig, with a large belly and a sharp tongue. He berated his daughter for being a whore as he fucked her.

Her mother's body turned from an average, middle-aged woman's, into a cartoon-like caricature with a set of tits that were far too large. Her ass stuck out like a wagon, and Chuck constantly groped it, spanked it, and fucked it. For all the abuse he heaped on her, Barb got off on it and asked for more. She called him Daddy and submitted to every terrible thing.

When her father, Chad, and her younger sister, Becca, appeared in her screen, Marie thought she might choke on her tears. Becca had always been difficult and fiercely independent. By the end of the video, she was a submissive blond Barbie doll, brainless and silly. She begged her Daddy to use her, to beat her, to treat her like a toy.

Chad, a level-headed and successful man, had been transformed into something resembling a backwoods hilljack. He sported a lengthy beard and a gut that hung over his waistline. He called his daughter a stupid cunt, a dumb slut, a rapeable bitch, and he slapped her face and tits whenever it pleased him. Becca seemed wholly devoted to him and his pleasure, though, begging him to beat her harder and fuck her.

Mitch returned after the first series of videos, fed Marie from a tube, and started another round in the helmet. The lights and the colors came again, and Marie could feel them draining her of everything she was. Her will was gone, though. The lights and the pleasure in her ass and cunt were all that mattered.

When the videos played again, she orgasmed each time she watched her family being transformed. This was what they deserved. Mitch was right. They'd been so selfish, her most of all.

Why she'd ever believed that Mitch wasn't the man for her, she couldn't imagine. Mitch was so generous. He'd done so much to help her family. They'd been missing out on their true potential for all these years, but Mitch had fixed them.

How could she show him her gratitude? Was such a thing even possible? What did she actually have to offer a man like that? She was useless. A useless cunt that could only have value if she served Mitch with her whole heart. She needed to be devoted to him.

When the video of Michael, sitting in a chair, played in the helmet, Marie wanted to vomit. She held it in, though. There was a replica of Mitch's amazing cock in her mouth, and it would be so horrifying to vomit on it. So disrespectful to such a great man.

The image of Michael plagued her for minutes, long minutes. Too long. She couldn't be rid of the sight of him soon enough. When Mitch finally returned, Marie wept at the sight of him.

She babbled her apologies around the dildo gag and Mitch seemed to understand. He patted her head and pulled the fake cock from her mouth, only to replace it with his own. Marie spasmed and shook in the chair as she came.

Having Mitch's perfect dick in her mouth, after so long without it, was just too much. That was where it belonged. This was so right and perfect.

"There, there, little slut," Mitch said as he fucked her mouth and stroked her hair. "Just one more round and you'll be perfect."

Mitch grunted and spilled his spunk into her mouth, then replaced the dildo gag and the helmet.

***

Fantastic Family

No one thought to press any charges on Kelly or Mitch. Why would they? They were amazing. They'd given everyone so much.

Michael and Marie's families sat together around the table at Christmas that same year. It was definitely a year for celebration and thanks. And they owed it all to Mitch and Kelly. Things were so much better now.

Mitch had taken over the family's finances for Marie's father and grandfather. He was so much more responsible after all. Kelly had, likewise, taken control of Michael's family. Why wouldn't she? She knew what was best for them, after all.

Michael smiled sweetly at his wife and squeezed her hand. Kelly smiled back at him. He was little more than a brainless himbo now, all rippling muscles and perfectly sculpted. He fucked like a beast on command, and Kelly was only too happy to command him.

To his right sat his mother, Conny, and his brother, Eric. Conny's oversized jugs spilled from a too-tight pink dress as she fed her son from her plate.

Elenore and Diaz sat to their right. Michael's grandmother and his sister's former boyfriend were the perfect couple. The dolled-up cougar's makeup was so thick that Kelly imagined it was half an inch thick. She had her brown-skinned hunk on a tight leash, literally, attached to a black collar around his neck.

Seated next to them was Michael's grandfather, Joe, and his younger sister, Julie. Julie looked bored and pouted in her seat. She wore a cropped top, stretched tight over her ridiculous funbags. Grandpa Joe gave her a disapproving glare as she sighed.

"This is sooo boring," she whined.

Grandpa Joe slapped her across the face and said, "You tell Kelly you're sorry for being such a disrespectful cunt!"

Chuck and Chad nodded approvingly.

"Good on you, Joe," Chad said. "Can't let that little cunt get all mouthy."

Julie rubbed her cheek and said, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Kelly."

Kelly nodded. "That's alright Julie. It is a little boring. Why don't you entertain us? Maybe your grandfather could beat your tits with one of the utensils?"

"Do I have to?" Julie whined to her grandfather.

"You'll do what Mrs. Kelly says," Grandpa Joe growled. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Kelly. I beat her regular, but she's a right brat."

Grandpa Joe hauled Julie from her chair by her pigtails and pushed her face into a bowl of mashed potatoes. He jerked her skirt up, accepted a metal spoon from Elenore, and commenced a thorough spanking of Julie's bottom as she wailed into the potatoes.

While Julie bawled, Marie's father, Larry ejaculated into the mouth of his son's former girlfriend, Kate. The slim black woman was on her knees beneath the table, with Larry's cock in her throat.

Brad, Julie's one-time boyfriend, laughed and slapped Consuela's tits.

"You see that, fuckhole? That's a man who knows how to keep you inferior types in their place."

"No hablo ingles," Consuela said, and Brad slapped her tits again.

"Jesus Christ, you brainless whore. How many times I gotta tell you? Fucking English!"

He took her by the leash on her collar and dragged her from her chair.

"May I be excused, Mrs. Kelly?" Brad asked. "I need to pump this slut's asshole."

"Of course, Brad," Kelly said.

As he led Consuela away on all fours, her tiny skirt rode up to she the big round globes of her ass. Tattooed across her ass cheeks were two words: "Brad's Bitch."

"She's so bad, Daddy," Barb said to her father. "I'm not a bad girl, am I?"

Chuck patted his daughter's head and said, "Of course, you are, honey. That's why Daddy has to discipline you so much. Now go get Daddy another whiskey. Carry it between your slutty udders and don't spill a drop. If you do, I'm gonna let the landscapers have a go at your asshole again. You know how bad that hurt the last time."

"Oh, no, Daddy!" Barb pouted. "It's still so sore."

"It made Daddy lots of money, though, didn't it? Now go get that whiskey."

Barb tottered away on her ballet heels.

Becca, sitting next to her father, Chad, raised her hand.

"What is it, Princess?" Chad asked.

"Do I make you enough money, Daddy? Should I let landscapers fuck my butthole, too?"

Chad stroked his chiseled chin and said, "Let Daddy think about ways to make money off you, Princess. You know Daddy doesn't like it when you think."

Becca paled and hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, Daddy."

Chad squeezed one of her obscenely large tits and said, "It's alright pumpkin. Daddy will beat that silly cunt with his hand after dinner. We can let Uncle Mitch watch until he decides to rape you."

"Very kind of you, Chad," Mitch said as he finger fucked Marie.

Chad nodded and eyed his oldest bimbofied daughter as Mitch vigorously pumped her snatch. Marie had her legs up on the table, so the rest of the family could look at her wet and exposed fuck tunnel.

"While I'm raping Becca, you're welcome to pump a solid load into Marie's throat, if you'd like."

"Mighty generous of you, Mitch," Chad said and raised his glass. "Mighty generous."

Mitch's phone rang. He picked it up, looked at the screen, then pulled his wet fingers from Marie's cunt and wiped them in her hair. He took the call in the next room.

From another room away, the distant sounds of Consuela taking an anal stuffing, mingled with the muffled squeals of Julie being violated by her grandfather. Mitch took the video call. On the screen was a dark-haired Latina woman, wearing a white coat.

"Dr. Lisa," Mitch said.

"Happy Holidays, Mitch. How's the new family working out," Dr. Lisa asked.

"Really great. Everything's perfect!"

Dr. Lisa nodded and said, "So glad to hear it. Remember to keep me in mind when you find more candidates. This series provided great data to refine the process."

"Sure thing, doc," Mitch said. "And a happy holiday to you, too."

Dr. Lisa grinned and ended the call.