Things: A Fantasy of Mind Control, Invasion, and Incest

Completely Normal

Everything was completely normal in the small town of Haden’s Creek, and no one believed in aliens. Only an hour before the early autumn sun began to set, the restaurants on Main Street were filled with dinner diners. The town’s single movie theater showed “Day of the Triffids,” the 1962 classic. Many of the seniors from the high school used the movie as a chance to make out in the dark.

Kathy and her family were finishing dinner at home, and the single local news station was broadcasting the weather. Things were looking clear and warm clear for the weekend. That was great news for Evan and Trish, Kathy’s fraternal twins, who hadn’t stopped talking about the prom for the past hour. Even as Kathy and her husband Brad started on the dinner dishes, the two kids still jabbered away.

“Can you believe how freakin’ old it’s going to feel?” Trish asked and rolled her eyes.

Evan mirrored her eye roll and said, “Ridiculous, right? They won’t play anything released after like 1950.”

“It’s a formal dance,” Kathy said over the hiss of the faucet. “You’re not supposed to be dirty dancing and grinding.”

Trish turned in her seat. “Nobody said anything about dirty dancing. Would it seriously hurt to at least have music that isn’t from Grandma’s prom?”

“Yeah,” Evan threw in. “The classics. Blowjob Betty. It’s Going Down Tonight. Big Papa.”

Kathy choked on her tongue. Brad chuckled and said, “The classics, huh?”

“You’re so gross,” Trish said. “Maybe some Taylor or something, at least.”

Kathy shut off the faucet and dried her hands, then crossed to the table and put a kiss on Trish’s forehead.

“It’s just music,” she said. “You’ll have a great time, whatever they play. And Danny Thompson is going to look dashing in a tux.”

“Dashing?” Trish said.

“Dapper?”

“Sure, Mom. Dapper.”

Kathy rounded the table and put another kiss on her son’s head.

“And Angie will look beautiful,” she said.

“Hot as… fudge,” Evan agreed.

Trish and Evan shared a laugh that ended abruptly when, through the kitchen window, a flash of light nearly blinded everyone in the room.

“What was—“ Evan said as they all shielded their eyes.

“Jesus!” Brad shouted.

Just as suddenly as it had come, the light vanished. Kathy blinked away spots in her vision and stumbled to the window, where the kids and Brad joined her in peering out.

“What was it?” she asked.

Brad shook his head.

“Solar flare?” Evan suggested.

“You don’t see solar flares, you moron,” Trish said.

Evan shrugged. Then the lights went out. The power kicked back on after only a second, but in the living room the TV showed a black screen and played nothing but a constant tone. The four of them moved toward the TV, and then the outage passed and the news returned.

“Are we back on?” the anchor asked, then nodded to someone off-camera. “We’re back, folks. Pardon the interruption. It looks like we had a little blackout there.”

Brad shrugged and said, “There you go. Just a power out. Completely normal.”

“Completely normal,” Kathy agreed.

“Yeah,” Trish and Evan added. “Normal.”

***

Completely Wrong

Being awakened by soft kisses on the neck was not a frequent occurrence after 20 years of marriage, but it wasn’t an unwelcome feeling. With the kids getting ready to graduate, Brad had been getting a bit more amorous lately, and it seemed like tonight was going to be one of those nights. His hand slid underneath Kathy’s top and groped one of her tits.

“Mmm,” she purred. “Keep going.”

Brad’s breath against her neck was hot, and his hard cock pushed against her ass through her panties. His fingers found her nipple and tugged it gently, making Kathy respond by pushing her ass back against his prick. She rolled on her back and offered him her lips in the dark.

Brad’s lips melted into hers, and as his hand squeezed her tits, his tongue snaked into her mouth. God, he was really going for it tonight! Kathy moaned and slid her hand down his chest. It felt different, smoother. Had he shaved it?

What did it matter? She let her hand drift further until she found his cock, and she wrapped her fingers around the thick shaft. Wow! He really was excited tonight. She hadn’t felt his dick get so thick in… well, ever.

When she gave it a teasing stroke, Brad groaned. And it was completely wrong. In the years of dating and marriage, Kathy knew her husband’s every intimate sound. She knew when he was on the brink, and she knew the sound of his orgasm. She knew his gasps, his grunts, his go-to dirty talk. But this groan was one that she didn’t know.

Her hand froze mid-stroke, and she quickly released the thick erection in her hand. His tongue probed her mouth clumsily. That too was completely wrong. Her husband was a skillful kisser, and he knew exactly how to use that tongue in every spot. Oh, fuck! It was completely wrong!

“Stop!” Kathy hissed as she pulled away and stumbled out of bed.

She reached for the bedside light and switched it on. What she saw was completely and utterly wrong. In her bed, totally nude, with a fat, pulsing erection, was her son.

“Oh, my God!” Kathy said and covered her mouth. “Evan?”

“Mom?” Evan said back, a look of total incredulity on his face.

“What the fuck are you doing?“ she hissed.

“What am I—“

Kathy’s head swam, and her breath caught in her throat. This was wrong. It was completely wrong. But there was something… something there. In her head.

Your boyfriend…

Kathy shook her head, and as she reeled back, swaying on her feet, she saw Evan do the same.

“What is—“ he sounded almost drunk, his voice slow and slurred.

Ignore. Boyfriend. Girlfriend. Soulmates. Fuck.

“Fuck…“ Evan whispered. “Girlfriend.”

Kathy couldn’t stop the words from coming out of her mouth. “Fuck. Boyfriend.”

And then she saw it. There wasn’t any other way to describe the thing. It wasn’t large, perhaps the size of a large dog. It crawled over the edge of the bed, pulling itself along on tentacles until it was directly behind Evan. Evan’s eyes widened as he looked behind his mother.

Kathy felt it behind her, a presence, but she couldn’t turn. Evan was likewise paralyzed as the thing pushed one of its tentacles into his wide-open mouth. From behind her, another tentacle snaked around Kathy’s face and pushed itself into her mouth. What came out of it was the sweetest thing she’d ever tasted.

The splash against her tongue and into her throat made her eyes roll back in her head. Had the thing not been holding her up, the wave of euphoric pleasure that ran through her body would have made her fall to her knees. There were tears in her eyes, it felt so fucking good.

Just as quickly as it had invaded her mouth, the thing withdrew, as did the one behind Evan. The one on the bed slid away and vanished. The presence behind Kathy seemed to melt into the night.

As Kathy’s mind grappled with the horror of what had just happened, she licked her lips and stared at Evan. Then her eyes drifted down to Evan’s cock. Was it even bigger than before?

It was. She knew it. But that wasn’t all she knew. She knew other things. Things that were completely wrong, and yet they were undeniable facts. Evan was her boyfriend, her lover, her soulmate. She knew it, and yet every logical part of her mind also knew that it was a lie. How could it be both?

She took a step toward the bed. Evan looked shocked, lost, much like Kathy felt. He must be fighting the same internal battle.

“Mom… I—“

“Yes,” Kathy said and climbed on the bed.

Evan raised a hand and groped his mother’s breast. She looked down at it. It felt so good! How could it feel this good? And… Oh, God! Her tits were bigger!

Evan pushed up her tee-shirt and exposed her naked tits. Kathy’s fingers worked against her wishes, grasping the hem of the top and pulling it over her head. Her boyfriend deserved to see her big tits. But it was wrong. Completely wrong.

“Evan, you… you shouldn’t,” she whispered.

“I know.”

But he did. He pulled her down and put his lips around her stiff nipple. Kathy shuddered with the pleasure and pressed his head against her tit, encouraging him to suck on her. One of his hands hefted her breast, while the other went around her waist and squeezed her ass.

Kathy parted her legs. She was so hot. God, was her pussy actually leaking girl cum down her thighs? It was!

Evan pulled his mouth from her nipple and pushed her onto her back. She stared up at his lust-filled eyes with open-mouthed horror. This was going to happen. She couldn’t stop it!

“Evan, you can’t!” she whispered, even as she spread her legs for him.

“I know,” he said, his voice cracking.

He pushed his cock against her wet slit and Kathy jerked. It felt so big! Her son took her legs in his hands and held them as he pushed the fat head of his prick into her sopping sheath.

“Oh, fuck!” Kathy said and whimpered as his thick length opened her up. “Evan… It’s so… so good!”

“So good,” Evan repeated and pushed more of his cock into her.

Kathy humped her cunt up to meet his thrust, taking more of her son’s big dick into her. This couldn’t be happening! She couldn’t be enjoying it!

Evan groaned and pushed his full length into her wet cunt, his balls slapping against her, and Kathy orgasmed so violently that she saw stars. In all her years of marriage, Brad had never made her cum so hard. No vibrator had given her the kind of pleasure that her son’s prick was giving her now.

But in the back of her thoughts was that awful, sticky presence. The thing. The thing that was making her like this. She could feel its own pleasure, like a mirror of her own.

Evan brought his weight down on her, his chest flattening her enlarged tits, as he pulled back his cock and rammed it into her. Kathy’s mind melted again. Then Evan truly began to fuck her, grunting and huffing as he stuffed his prick into his mother.

Hot shots of Evan’s cum plastered Kathy’s insides, setting off another incredible wave of pleasure. The hard bursts of her son’s incestuous cream invaded her womb, just as the thing had somehow invaded her mind. But even as Evan’s fourth hot spray bathed his mother’s channel, he kept on going.

“So good…” he grumbled as he pounded into her depths. “So fucking good, Mom!”

Kathy clung to him, her legs around his waist and her nails digging into his shoulders. He was right. God help her! He was so right. But it was completely wrong. And she didn’t want him to stop.

***

An Average Day at School

There were things that Kathy knew, and things she did not. She knew she’d spent most of the night being railed by her son. She also knew it had been the most intense sexual experience of her life. She did not know what the things were, nor did she know why they were in her head. She did not know why they were scrambling her brain, and making her know other things that were clearly untrue.

She knew that she had a job, which she was supposed to get ready for and go to. However, she also knew that she had to go to school with her boyfriend. Her boyfriend was her son, and that she also knew. Only, she knew that wasn’t true, because mother’s do not have their sons as boyfriends. She knew the things were making her know all of this, and yet she wasn’t able to stop knowing it.

Knowing two things which contradicted one another made Kathy an anxious mess this morning, and she could see that Evan was having the same internal struggle. Still, they went about the morning like robots, programmed by the things and unable to stop following their instructions. The morning did not get any less strange when she made it down to the kitchen.

That was where she found Trish, on her knees, and Brad in a kitchen chair. Their daughter had her father’s cock down her throat. She moaned and drooled over the length of his prick as she stuffed it down her throat, her hands squeezing his balls, while her father held a fistful of her blonde hair in his hand. And that was yet another thing that Kathy knew. Trish was a brunette, but Kathy knew that she was a blonde. Trish had small breasts, but Kathy knew that the set of large, round melons on her chest were the correct size.

Kathy wanted to stand stunned in the doorway when she was presented with this sight. She wanted to scream, rush forward, and drag her daughter away from Brad’s cock. Instead, she removed Brad’s hand from their daughter’s hair, replaced it with her own, and began to roughly use Trish’s head to masturbate her father’s prick.

“Ah, fuck,” Brad groaned. “That’s the way! Goddamn it!”

Tears streamed from Kathy’s eyes at her own actions. She couldn’t stop. She knew this was right. This was how it should be. Trish was Brad’s “girlfriend” in the same way that she was Evan’s. And girlfriends are supposed to be cock-hungry servants and breeding bitches. Kathy knew it, even though it was a lie.

Brad’s cock erupted in their daughter’s throat just as Evan walked into the kitchen. He put his hand in the center of Kathy’s back and pushed, bending her over the table. While Trish choked on the massive load filling her throat, Kathy yelped as her son pushed himself into her already-wet snatch. Evan’s pounded his meat into her right there at the kitchen table, in front of Brad and Trish, as if this were completely normal. Because it was. Kathy knew it.

***

It was an average day at Haden’s Creek High. Of course, Kathy knew that. There was nothing at all strange about the influx of new “students” in the building. Nor was there anything out of place about the “teachers” in the classrooms. It was completely normal to have things at the front of each class, bobbing back and forth on their tentacled “legs” as they instructed their students on what was right.

Kathy, dressed in a ridiculous miniskirt, high heels, and a too-tight cropped top, sat at a lab table with the boyfriend who was actually her son. She had a happy smile plastered on her face, which did not at all match the horror she truly felt. Evan’s fingers were between her legs, pumping her wet cunt as Kathy gripped the lab table, red-faced and panting as she approached another orgasm.

Every other woman in the room was in a similar state. There was Sandy Johnson and her nephew, Eddie, seated next to Barb Todd and her son, Dusty. Both women were all wrong, but Kathy knew it was right. The pair of them were blonde-haired with enhanced racks that spilled out of their tops. They looked more like plastic bimbo Barbie dolls than anything else. Just like Kathy. Like Trish.

The thing at the front of the class issued instructions to the “students” but it wasn’t speaking. It didn’t even have a mouth. Likely it had no vocal cords. Instead, the instructions were in Kathy’s head, directly in her mind, more images than words. It was like having it all downloaded straight into her brain.

Then the thing moved, sliding along on its tentacles, and stopping in front of Sandy in the front row. It raised one of those awful, slimy appendages, and pushed it into Sandy’s mouth. Sandy jerked in response as she felt the euphoria, the pleasure of whatever it was pumping into her, and then the appendage withdrew. Sandy orgasmed loudly just as the thing repeated the process with Barb.

It went to each table, doing the same to everyone, like giving them a further dose of terrible medicine to further cement its hold over them. Each time one of them orgasmed against their will, Kathy could feel the thing’s pleasure. The monsters were really getting off on this.

Kathy’s instructions told her that this was all completely normal. This was right. She was a sexual servant for her boyfriend. Haden’s Creek was a model for the rest of the world. Then it was Kathy’s turn to ingest her medicine.

Just as on the previous night, she swallowed the goo, felt the pleasure, the sweet and horrible taste of it. She bucked and came in her chair with Evan’s fingers up her cunt. And after the thing pulled the tentacle from her mouth, she turned to her son and pushed her tongue into his mouth. This was completely normal. Making out like a horny teenager with her son was just an average day at school.

***

It was past noon and Kathy was in the locker room, getting ready for physical education. The locker rooms were co-ed, and that was completely normal. Only Kathy also knew that it shouldn’t be. She should not be stripping in front of other students, least of all her son, her daughter, and the husband that was no longer her husband.

This was an average day at Haden’s Creek High, though, and an average day at school meant wearing a sluttified version of tennis skirt and tube top to gym class. The top was nearly impossible to fit over her enlarged tits, and every other woman in the locker room had the same issue. The men, too, had their own issues. They were all erect, and their cocks were at least eight to nine thick inches. Their hard-ons pressed obscenely against their gym shorts, and their muscled arms threatened to tear their tight shirts open when they flexed.

Physical education turned out to be yet another horror, but Kathy knew that it was completely normal. While the men sat on the bleachers, their “girlfriends” bent over in front of them and sucked their cocks. While Kathy slobbered on Evan’s fat prick, the thing that was their teacher pushed one of its tentacles into her cunt.

Kathy wept, even as she smiled, while Evan used her face to masturbate, and the thing pumped its euphoric goo into her womb. And as it did, Kathy gained more knowledge. She knew that the gooey deposit would make her more fertile, and that from now on she’d be slick and ready to fuck every moment of the day. She already felt it. Her pussy was so wet that girl juice ran down her legs.

Evan met her eyes, and she saw the reflected horror of her own face, made even more horrible by the stupid, brainless smile she wore. She moaned and drooled around her son’s oversized prick. Evan grunted and discharged another load of cum down her throat, which made Kathy’s knees weak. She moaned again, and the sound was repeated by Sandy, next to her, then by Barb, then Trish.

***

Rather than the final class of the day being held in a classroom, the large student body gathered in the gym. Kathy sat on Evan’s lap, bouncing up and down on his cock. Next to her, Trish did the same, biting her lip, her face flushed, as she rode her daddy’s prick. Kathy knew this was as it should be, and that there was nothing at all wrong with it. But there was.

While the female students each rode their boyfriends, a group of things stood assembled on the floor of the gym. This was the same place where only two nights ago, Kathy sat and watched the basketball game. Now, the cheerleaders were all slutty bimbo, happily bouncing away on the enhanced fucksticks of their fathers, brothers, cousins, and uncles. The basketball team had their dicks buried in their sisters, mothers, aunts, and cousins.

On the floor of the gym, Principal Weathers, lay strapped to pommel horse. The things watched as, one by one, her seven sons took turns rutting into their mother. Weathers screamed in delight as each of them pumped her full of incestuous goo. They held her hips and battered her fuckhole with long, deep strokes until they’d all given their mother a thorough injection of cock cream. From 18-year old Nick, to his 29-year old twin brothers, Bill and Barry, each of her boys hammered her cunt.

Each time one of them plastered her insides with semen, Kathy trembled and had a violent, mind-melting orgasm. Because this is what was right. She knew that it was proper for Weathers to be inseminated by her boys. It was completely normal and right that she should orgasm from the sight of it. Solidarity. Enjoyment. Fulfillment. They were thoughts more than actual words, but they came in a constant stream.

Kathy knew it was only the things putting those thoughts there. But they were the truth, even though they were a lie. The most terrifying part, though, was not the thoughts themselves, or even the fact that Kathy knew they were a lie. The most terrifying part was that the longer the thoughts went on, the more her own thoughts became the lie. The new truths they were giving her were eroding her own truth, and if they didn’t find a way to stop them, Kathy knew that the new truths would become the only truth. But even that was right. That was the power of the education system at work. It was just another average day at school.

***

There's Nothing on the Beach

Haden’s Creek did not have a beach, exactly. They had a reservoir, but it was large. On the bank of the reservoir was a sandy swimming beach. Following their average day at school, the new teachers thought it best for the town’s residents to enjoy a relaxing day on the beach.

The drive out to the reservoir took just over half an hour. Evan drove the car, and the windows were down, allowing the early-autumn warmth in. In the back seat, Trish moaned out her lust as she fucked herself on her father’s prick.

“That’s daddy’s perfect fuckbunny,” Brad said as he grabbed his “girlfriend’s” ass and lifted her up and down his shaft.

“Oh, fuck!” Trish wailed. “Daddy, it’s so big!”

Kathy fingered her cunt in the passenger seat with one hand and jerked her son’s cock with the other. Had she been able to, she would have stopped, leaned out the window, and vomited. She wouldn’t have done it strictly because of what was happening in the back seat. Rather, it was a combination of that horror, and the terrible feeling in her gut. She was proud.

Kathy was proud of her girl for being such a cute, sexy, fuckable little cocktoy for Brad. She knew it wasn’t her feeling, but rather what they wanted her to feel. And the worst part was that it was working. She felt it. She practically glowed with pride as her daughter impaled her juicy fuckbox on her daddy’s cock. Trish was so good. She was so pretty with her big tits and blonde hair, her perfect bottom, and her tight young cunt that Brad loved so much.

She should feel proud. She’d raised a sexy fuckbunny, and when she was impregnated, Trish would be such a good slut mom. Just like Kathy. And worse, the feeling of pride far outweighed the horror she now felt.

***

There was nothing on the beach, and Kathy knew it. It was another lie that she knew was the truth. Because there was something on the beach. If anyone asked her, though, Kathy would tell them it wasn’t so. There was nothing on the beach.

It was a large nothing, and growing larger by the minute. She glimpsed it each time she opened her eyes and looked over the swell of Trish’s ass in her face. But it was difficult to really see, because her eyes were watering from the pleasure of her daughter’s tongue lapping at her cunt.

Kathy lay on a beach towel, spread on the sandy swimming beach. Trish’s perfect round bottom was in her face, and her daughter’s cunt was on her mouth. Trish was on top of her, eagerly lapping at sucking at Kathy’s cunt. Kathy’s mouth was full of her daughter’s slut honey, mixed with Brad’s sperm. Her daughter happily drank her own brother’s semen from Kathy’s cunt.

The thing that Kathy could not quite see was being assembled by the men of the town. Under the direction of the things, the large something that was not on the beach grew taller as the men toiled. Of course, Kathy had seen cell towers, and that was what this looked like. Only she knew that this tower would not be used for phones. The things didn’t need phones.

The tower, she imagined, would act like an amplifier for the pervasive thoughts that were even now crushing the old Kathy’s will. They’d use the tower to broadcast those same thoughts to the neighboring towns. Or, perhaps, they’d simply begin by convincing everyone else to stay away from Haden’s Creek.

Yes, that made sense. Their mind control didn’t seem to work purely on thoughts. It needed the goo in concert with the thoughts. There were a lot of things in town, but not nearly enough to conquer the world, if they needed to physically implant the goo in their slaves. That would require more of them. And that meant there were either more of them coming or… or they would need to breed more.

Oh, God! Kathy shook with the realization, but she couldn’t stop licking Trish’s cunt. The things had pumped their goo into Brad, into Evan, into the men and women of the town. There was no telling what the stuff actually was. Clearly it had a transformative effect. Kathy had only to look in the mirror, or at any of the other residents to see the outward transformation. But what was happening inside?

Trish’s tongue hit the right spot and Kathy squealed into her daughter’s cunt. The intense burst of pleasure nearly blotted the horrible realization from her mind, but she held onto it. She needed to hold on to it. Whatever else happened, she needed to keep that part of herself, so she would know that it was the real truth. Someone had to be told. They had to be stopped. And then she made Trish cum.

***

After a further injection of thing goo, and a hard fucking from Evan and Brad on the beach, Kathy’s family had a night of rest. Kathy hadn’t actually wanted to sleep. She had the feeling that sleep meant her mind would process all the new thoughts, make them part of her, and then she’d forget. What she knew was too important to forget.

Before bed, she tried to write it down, to preserve that thought, so that she might warn someone. When she tried to write it down, however, all that came out were girly love notes and little hearts.

“Evan is dreamy. I love when he fucks my cunt…”

“Evan and Kathy 4Ever N Ever…”

“Daddy Evan makes me a wet princess…”

“Evan is soooo hot!”

Then she tried to write an email. She tried to send it to news media contact forms, customer service reps, universities, even the fucking White House. Instead, her fingers always typed in the recipient as Evan. She just couldn’t do it.

From her phone, she tried to send text messages. Instead, she found herself taking pictures of her twat, which she sent to Evan. Then Evan fucked her for two hours, and Kathy fell asleep.

***

Prom

Kathy had been right. Danny Thompson did look dapper in his tux. Only Danny had changed, like the rest of them. Two days ago, Danny Thompson had been a hair under six feet and in decent shape. Today, Danny was taller, his back straighter, and he was nothing short of a complete stud. He looked like he’d stepped off the cover of GQ magazine.

Danny’s date to the prom, however, was not Trish. Trish was dirty dancing with Brad, grinding her enlarged ass into his crotch, while Blowjob Betty blared out of the speakers. Danny Thompson stood behind his bimbofied grandmother, his hands on her enhanced tits, and his obvious erection digging into her ass. Kathy herself was in Evan’s arms, with her “boyfriend’s” hands on her ass as he bumped his cock against her.

Some part of Kathy’s mind that was still aware of how wrong this all was had the silly thought that at least Evan and Trish were getting out of listening to “old” music all night. The things clearly knew better than Principal Weathers what today’s young adults wanted to hear.

“Let’s grab a drink!” Evan shouted over the music.

Kathy grinned stupidly, as she always did now, and allowed Evan to pull her toward the punch bowls and snacks. She giggled and stumbled along on her ballet heels, which were utterly impractical. They did, however, look sexy with the tiny minidress she wore. And, really, that was the most important thing. She needed to look cute and fuckable for her boyfriend.

Evan filled two glasses from the punch bowl. When he handed one to Kathy, she wanted to pour it out. She wanted to throw it across the room, and run screaming from the place. But she couldn’t. Instead, she smiled and swallowed the glass of thing goo. And then Evan had to hold her up as she a had leg-shaking orgasm that sent a stream of slut nectar pouring from her cunt.

As the dance wore on, the dirty dancing turned into simply dirty. Women were on their knees, sucking cock, then pausing to swallow cups of thing goo. They bent over tables and were fucked from behind by sons, nephews, grandsons, and uncles. Men sat in chairs and played with the huge, bouncing tits of their mothers, sisters, aunts, grandmothers, or cousins.

When Kathy looked at them, so few showed any signs of the horror they had only yesterday. They were forgetting, just like she was forgetting. Even now she still hadn’t figured out how to let someone know about the thing on the beach. In fact, she couldn’t really recall what it was. Because there was nothing on the beach. She knew it, but it was a lie.

The only thing the town was concerned with now was fucking. They did, however, take a break to nominate Trish as Prom Queen. Of course, her “boyfriend” was crowned along with her. Kathy beamed at her daughter, so gorgeous in her little pink dress. Trish’s ass stuck out from under the tiny thing. From below the stage, Kathy could see her daughter’s bare cunt, leaking fuck honey down her legs. Her ridiculously large tits were too big to fit into the dress now, and so Trish bared her naked breasts for the whole town to see.

They all watched as Brad bent his “girlfriend” over the makeshift throne. They cheered when he pulled out his enormous prick. They groaned and clapped their hands as he pushed the fat length of it into his daughter and pumped himself into her depths.

While the music played, the assembled residents ingested more thing goo, as they watched Brad fuck his silly, stupid daughter. Kathy rubbed her cunt as she watched, too, and Evan squeezed her tits. Yes, she really had been a good mother. Trish was such a sexy fuckpuppet for her daddy. He’d breed her so well.

With her free hand, Kathy rubbed her tummy. Did Evan think she was as sexy and fuckable as Trish? She wanted to ask. That was important. It was the most important thing. The thing that wasn’t on the beach wasn’t actually that important. Kathy knew that.

She guzzled another glass of goo and pushed two fingers into her cunt. It was so wet and sticky. So ready to be fucked by her “boyfriend’s” huge cock again. That was really what was important. Not the thing that wasn’t on the beach. Fucking. Breeding. Getting Evan to fuck his cum into her womb. What was more important than that? Nothing.

***

Bred

Kathy sat in Dr. Carslile’s waiting room, ready for her first prenatal appointment. To her right, Trish glowed as she held her mother’s hand. Kathy couldn’t have been prouder. Her daughter was knocked up. Twins, actually.

Kathy hadn’t been that lucky, but getting to have Evan’s baby was reward enough. Dr. Carlisle herself was starting to show now, the result of constantly having her former nephew’s fat rod in her cunt several times a day. They lived as man and wife now.

Of course, that was completely normal. Kathy didn’t question it. No one questioned it. That was just the way things were in Haden’s Brook. Every day, Kathy drank her goo, just like Trish, like Evan, like Brad. All of them drank the goo and worked on their respective projects.

The men of the town made trips out to the beach, which Kathy thought was so silly. There was nothing on the beach! Evan told her they went to drink beers and have some guy time. That made sense. Brad and Evan worked so hard at knocking her and Trish up, of course. They deserved a little break.

While the men had their fun on the beach, Trish, Kathy, and the other women kept one another excited and horny. They met regularly in groups of three of four, to lick each other’s cunts. In between, they helped each other learn how to be better sexdolls for their boyfriends.

They ordered slutty clothes, which were dropped off at a delivery depot outside of town. Later, the things would bring the deliveries into town and make sure they were received. In fact, the things took care of most stuff in town. They were so loving and generous.

No one had to work silly jobs anymore, and yet, they never seemed to run out of money. Kathy didn’t know how they did it, but she was sure the things were doing that for them, too. They were so kind and caring.

Kathy knew that was the truth. Everyone knew it. There was hardly any doubt. That, however, was the only thing that bothered Kathy from time to time. Hardly.

No matter how well she knew that it was true, there was a tiny part that had a doubt. It was as if there were something important, right on the tip of her brain, which she couldn’t quite recall. But as soon as she thought she might have it, it slipped away into a giggly pink haze.

“Kathy? Trish?” Dr. Carlisle’s assistant said from the door. “The doctor will see you now.”

Kathy wobbled to her feet on her tall heels, then helped her daughter up. It was such a silly thought. If it were so important, she wouldn’t have forgotten it. But that’s how she was. She was silly, stupid, and had a head full of pink haze. Right now, having her baby was the important thing.

In fact, having this baby, and then the next, and the next was the most important thing.