<!--ADULTS ONLY---> Trust can be a fragile thing... BRAIN FOOD (mc, inc, mf, Ff, Mf, gr) aka FORMULA 18 By Rainmaker CHAPTER ONE "You're kidding," Stephanie said. "Nope," I replied. "A neural compound?" "Yep." "Brain food? Like amino acids? Stuff like that?" "There's nothing in there that's not already in your brain." "But in much smaller quantities." "Right." "What's it supposed to do again?" "It will allow you to easily use more of your brain's capacity." "It'll make me smarter." "Scary smart. But you're no dumb blonde already." "But I am blonde, right?" "Well, yeah." "And a cheerleader..." "What's your point, Stephanie?" "I am perceived as dumb ... which I would be if I drank that stuff." "Why would I do anything to hurt you?" "You wouldn't -- intentionally." "We've been friends since first grade, Steph." "I know. And I trust you more than I trust any guy I've dated." "I know. And why is that?" "You know why." "I want to hear it." "I know you're not trying to get into my pants." "And why is that?" "Because you knew me when I was a skinny little geek." "With braces, and a training bra..." "That was a while back, you know." "At least two Ds ago. So you've grown a body. This is about your mind." "I'm your bud, right?" "Right!" "You wouldn't hurt me?" "No! Never. Cross my heart." "Or trick me?" "What does that mean?" "Oh, nothing, I guess." "So? Will you try it?" "You really think this works?" "I do. You'll be a great doctor one day. Or lawyer!" "It might be cool to be the smartest girl in the school. But why have I never heard of the stuff?" "Dunno. Maybe you don't read the same magazines I do." "What's it called again?" "Inspira." "And why haven't you taken any?" "Because there wouldn't be enough for you." "OK." "OK what?" "OK, Justin. You know I trust you. But you have to promise me one thing." "What's that?" "You have to take me to the ER and pump my stomach if I get sick." "I swear. So you'll take it?" ----------------------------------------------------------------- Stephanie Albritton, valdectorian and head cheerleader at Central High, laughed nervously and nodded at her best guy friend, Anthony Burke. In recent years, theirs had been a rocky friendship as she blossomed into a busty golden girl and he remained a skinny geek. But their years of total trust and never doing a bad thing to each other was in her mind as she accepted the small vial of dark green liquid from her friend. It cost Tony a year of his long-saved college tuition, money he'd made fixing computers, but it was about to be worth it. "Cheers," Stephanie said with a smile. She drank it down like medicine. "Bottoms up," Tony said. He was not smiling as widely as she. "Gah. That's awful, Tony!" she said, making a face. "No, it isn't," he replied. "What do you mean?" "It tastes wonderful. Sweet and cold. Tastes like pure apple juice." "You know ... I don't know what I was thinking. It did taste good, sweet and cold." "See?" "And how quick does it work?" "Already is. You brain will absorb anything you hear in the next five minutes and accept it totally." "I feel smarter." "Your brain is opening itself for an imprint. Any command you receive in that period of time will be permanent." "Command?" "Yes, Stephanie. You will have to obey anything I tell you. That will always be the case because you are about to be imprinted with a phrase." "What phrase is that?" "'Hot cunt Stephanie.' You will always be willing and compliant from now on. Now say it back to me." "Hot Cunt Stephanie." "Here is your first permanent imprint: you will remain a hard-working student, a loving daughter and the same dedicated cheerleader. But you know deep inside you are my slave and desire my approval more than anything. You love me and will only want to have sex with me unless I tell you to have sex with someone else." "I do love you, Tony." "I know. Imprint two: you will want to be naked whenever we're together. You will always sleep in the nude and walk around your home in the nude. You love your body because I love your body." "I love my body, Tony. Is it OK to take off my clothes now?" "Not until I tell you. You're still in the school building, you know." "Yes, master." "Call me Tony. Or lover." "Yes, Tony or lover." "Just call me Tony." "Sorry, Tony." "Stephanie my love, it's okay to suck my dick now. Swallow any cum that I might produce." "Sure thing, Tony." Stephanie Albritton, who discovered sex and loved it more than six months ago, was eager to show her friend all of the skill she'd acquired at cocksucking -- even though she'd never had a romantic thought about Tony Burke. She knelt down in front of him, and looked up at him with a bright smile as she unzipped his jeans. She stuck out her long tongue and drew his above-average cock into her mouth while still somehow smiling. Stephanie never took her eyes off of Tony's as she immediately showed her knack for deep throating a cock. Tony glanced over to make sure he locked the door to the science lab; his service as an aide had long since given him key privilege to this department. And it was here, following an internet "myth," he learned the secret to what he called "brain sauce." His oldest and best female friend, who'd long since moved on and largely forgotten him, was a perfect guinea pig. He shot his first load in about 15 seconds. "I have more, Stephanie. Lick me clean and don't stop doing what you're doing." "Okay, Tony," she actually said with a mouthful of cock. Inside Stephanie's rapidly changing brain, the reality was different. This is so great, sucking the cock and swallowing the sperm of my good friend Tony! she thought. I feel like such a whore! I never knew it felt so good to be a shameless cum slut. He tastes so good! I want to do this every day if he'll let me. Oh! My God, that's the best stuff I've ever swallowed. I can't believe I'm so lucky to drink him down. "Thank you, Tony." "You're a good friend, Stephanie." "Thank you, Tony. Make I take off my clothes now?" "Just your sweater and bra. I haven't seen your boobs since they grew." "Sure, Tony. I love my boobs. I love my body because you love it." Without a pause, her sweater came off and her bra fell to the floor beside it. "My God, Stephanie. They're bigger than I realized. You're more than a double-D, aren't you?" "Yes, Tony. They grew so much that I try to keep them smushed down as much as I can. Do they make you happy?" "Very. You must not hide them any more. You should go without a bra when you know you'll be with me." "Okay, Tony. No problem. But aren't you worried they might sag?" "I don't care. Do you care?" "I don't care if you don't care, Tony." "Now lick me clean and make me hard again." "Okay, mmph." As she continued to suck, Tony completed the imprinting. "Stephanie, you will not do anything improper when in public with me, but you will happily let everyone know that you're my girl," he said, struggling to concentrate as she sucked out his second load. "You will have sex with other girls at my request, and will not have a problem teasing and fucking your own family if I say it is okay. You will follow any command I give you when you hear your imprint phrase." Tony took a little longer to climax, but he had enough left for Stephanie to imagine she'd just gotten the second course of a gourmet meal. She cleaned up dressed and left ahead of Tony, her bra now tucked away in his book bag. Stephanie could not stop from smiling as she went through the rest of the school day. Since she knew she might see Tony at some time, she left her bra off and caused dozens of hallway collisions as boys and girls alike gawked at the popular cheerleader's newly freed E's and her sharply protruding nipples. The jiggle factor alone led to several masturbatory fantasies that night. But she thought it was her own idea -- just like the interesting desire she was currently having for someone to fondle her breasts or rub her pussy through her jeans. She only knew she could not tell anyone her secret desire -- because it was a secret! (It was also one of Tony's final imprint commands). No such help came, so the moment she climbed into her new Saturn (a birthday present from her doting parents), she undid her jeans and satisfied her need all the way home. She was glad her car was an automatic because she knew she would be driving one-handed much of the time in the future as well. Pants still undone, Stephanie licked her fingers clean as she stepped out of her shiny red car. Instead of coming straight into the house via the carport door, she walked through a big wooden gate into the Albritton's very private back yard. Her mother and sisters had, like Stephanie, long been sun worshipers and all of the Albritton women had grown up without tan lines. She dropped her backpack and quickly peeled off her clothes as if she were on fire. "Oh, thank God," she said to God as she literally danced around the yard to celebrate her freedom from all of her constricting clothes. It didn't matter that it was only 40 degrees outside -- to Stephanie, the hardening of her nipples and clit were as if God were touching her directly. God, she needed to be touched. "Stephanie?" her mother called, having heard her car arrive. "Are you out here?" Upon seeing her daughter's dance with God, the firm, fit 45-year-old suppressed a laugh. "Goodness, girl. Can't you wait until spring before you start prancing around out here?" she called. "Mother! The greatest feeling ..." she began, forgetting she couldn't say what she was feeling. "What is it?" Marie Albritton asked. "I feel so wonderful. I can't help it!" Stephanie shouted as she ran up to hug her mother. Catching her by surprise, Stephanie kissed her mom full on the lips and inserted her tongue into her mouth and began to pass along the side effect to the "brain sauce" Tony knew nothing about. Stephanie's body chemistry had changed, and the chemicals that Tony gave her had a similar affect on her mother -- as they would on any other member of her immediate family. It took only a moment for Marie to return the kiss. Suddenly understanding her daughter's need, she began running her hands over Stephanie's massive boobs and tweaked her very erect nipples. But it wasn't until she reached between Stephanie's legs and cupped her oozing pussy in her hand that their new relationship was fully realized. Marie put her sticky fingers in her mouth and savored her daughter's juices. Moments later, Stephanie had pulled down her mother's sweat pants and showed Marie her head-giving ability was equal to her cocksucking. "Stephanie, you do that so well!" she explained as she held her daughter's head to her crotch. Stephanie merely nodded, but she again locked her eyes lovingly on her mom. Perhaps Marie had been closest to the youngest Albritton sister, little Megan (who at age 14 was already not-so-little), but Stephanie knew she was sealing a bond with her mother that would be unique. Stephanie was wrong. Tony, it turned out, wasn't a smart as he thought. Tony, no relative, would not be affected directly. But this was an adventure of his making that he would soon reap. Stephanie's perfect technique soon had Marie Albritton coming and spurting juice all over her daughter's face. After taking a moment to catch her breath, she brought her daughter to her feet and slowly, sensuously licked her juices off Stephanie's pretty face. They then shared a longer, gentler kiss that sealed their secret bond. Marie would return the favor and the two Albritton women would shower off their lovemaking before any other family member came home. Thomas Albritton noticed that neither his wife nor Stephanie was wearing a bra -- and, in fact, were barely wearing anything -- but that was hardly unique in the hedonistic Albrittons' home. Even when Marie came to bed totally nude, it was merely a signal to her husband that a night of passion was in the offing. It was -- longer and wilder than it had been in ages. As a result, he was sound asleep and exhausted when Marie padded down the hall to her daughter's room and continued their explorations of all things sexual. When Doug awoke, he was surprised to see his wife covered in sweat in the cool house. However, her smell was intoxicating and he awoke her with a gentle sucking of what seemed to be an enlarged nipple. "Oh! Honey, I think I need a shower this morning. Join me?" she whispered to Doug. That was all he needed to hear; Mom and Dad Albritton were late for breakfast, leaving Stephanie and Megan on their own. Megan Albritton, a blossoming beauty queen at age 14, looked anything but as she trudged into the kitchen wearing a football jersey, plaid pajama bottoms and fuzzy slippers. Her hair was askew and she had yet to cover her mild case of acne with her expensive medicinal make-up. The first thing she noticed was the absence of any cooking smells; the second was Stephanie eating a bowl of cereal at the table, completely naked. "Are you naked?" she asked though half-opened eyes. "Yes!" Stephanie said with an almost celebratory laugh, standing up and spinning around to confirm her younger sister's observation. "Mom said it was OK to go without as long as it was just family." "Uh, OK," Megan said, sitting down and staring hard at her sister. "Where is she, anyway?" "Oh, Dad's fucking her in their shower," Stephanie said, sitting back down and resuming eating as if nothing had just happened. "You know how weird this all looks, right?" Megan asked her sister. "So? I love my body!" Stephanie said, again opening her arms wide even as she held her cereal spoon. "And are your boobs bigger?" Megan asked. "No. I think they might be a little firmer and not as saggy," Stephanie correctly deduced. "How can that be?" her sister asked. "Come here and I'll tell you," Stephanie whispered. "But it's a secret." Megan was having none of that. "There's nobody here but us, stupid," she said. "I AM NOT STUPID!" Stephanie shouted, slamming her spoon her near-empty bowl. "I am smarter than you or anyone now!" "Why?" Megan said, about a second away from bolting out of the kitchen. "It's a secret," Stephanie said, again whispering. "Oh, okay. I'll play along," Megan said, sliding closer to her sister despite being put off by her blatant nudity. Stephanie locked her eyes onto Megan's as she leaned closer, allowing her to surprise her younger sister when she reached behind her head to pull her close. Before she could shout her disgust, Megan found herself kissing Stephanie full on the lips and receiving her sister's tongue. But after a moment, it didn't seem nearly as gross and she allowed the kiss to develop into a full-on, passionate embrace. Megan did not resist when Stephanie took hold of Megan's hand and placed it on her left breast. "It does feel firmer, sis," Megan said in a normal, sisterly voice, even though it came between kisses. "Suck my nipples. Please, babe," Stephanie said in an urgent voice. Megan eagerly complied, even drawing a gasp as she gently chewed on one of her sister's prolific nipples. "Me, too," Megan said as she straightened up to remove her jersey. She was not wearing a bra, of course, because her breasts were newly sprouted and riding high and proud on her chest. Stephanie whistled her approval, but took only a moment to latch onto one of Megan's creamy, tanned breasts. "You've sprouted these since summer, haven't you?" Stephanie said, looking up into Megan's wide eyes. Megan, a tear trickling down her cheek from the intense feeling, could only nod. "Take off your jammies," Stephanie said in her dramatic whisper. Megan nodded and slipped off her plaid bottoms and her cute white panties. She was already oozing sex. "Sit on the table." Megan, biting her lip but suddenly in dire need of whatever it was Stephanie was planning, knew to spread her legs wide before her sister. But Stephanie paused and looked up at her sibling. "You're still a virgin, aren't you?" she asked. "Ooo! Of course!" she replied with a frown, still a young girl for the moment. "Trust me?" Stephanie asked, her face still mere inches from Megan throbbing pussy. "I-I guess," she replied. Without a word, Stephanie reached into a nearby drawer and pulled out a rubber handled spatula. She sprayed the handle with canola oil and, before Megan could react or protest, slid the rubber handle into her pussy and ruptured her hymen straightaway. Megan screamed from the sharp pain, but it was quickly followed with a remarkable feeling that had no name as Stephanie ran her long tongue into her newly torn vagina and sucked on her clit even as she slurped down the blood of her hymen and the juice of the orgasm that followed. Doug and Marie Albritton heard the scream and came down into the kitchen -- with a naked Marie still wrapped around her equally nude husband's torso, his cock rock-hard inside her pussy. "Who screamed?" they said in tandem. Doug froze when he saw his nude daughters coupled together. Seeing the same thing, Marie immediately came again, her cunt spasming around Doug's erection. The quivering feeling caused him to come and subsequently go weak in the knees. He sat in the nearest chair, Marie still wrapped around him. "So, you've included Megan, too?" Marie asked. Stephanie, eyes locked on Megan's, merely nodded. Megan, her changing body chemistry making the pain stop almost immediately, also nodded as she bit her lip. "Well, then, I think Megan needs her momma," Marie said as she climbed off of Doug's cock. Realizing his daughters were looking at his erection, Doug grabbed a handy dishtowel and covered himself. "Stephanie, you need to bring Dad into the loop. I can't." Stephanie, licking off Megan's blood, paused to kiss her mother. Marie licked Stephanie's face clean, then walked slowly and seductively over to her youngest daughter. "Stephanie showed me a few things I didn't really understand," she said, reaching up and touching Megan's cheek. "It turns out we Albritton women haven more than one way to love one another. I'm glad she didn't waste any time showing you the way." Without a word, lanky Megan wrapped her long legs around her petite mother and drew her closer. They embraced in a kiss that embraced and transformed their lifetime of unconditional love into a growing passion that would soon be out of control. But for the moment, Marie pulled away from the kiss and offered her daugher her hand. Marie and Megan then walked out of the kitchen and towards the girl's bedroom, hand-in-hand. Only then, did Doug Albritton make eye contact with his middle daughter. Stephanie looked back, unblinking and nodded. After a moment, Doug also nodded and Stephanie slowly, gracefully, lowered herself onto his needy erection. "No ..." he said, trying to rise. Stephanie pushed him back onto the seat, hands on his shoulders. Both threw their heads back for a moment, but Stephanie quickly pulled herself down to her father and kissed him as if he were the only man that mattered to her. As with Megan a short time before, it took only a moment for Doug's reluctance to dissolve and they were soon in full rutting mode, Stephanie working his cock like the sex-hungry teenager she had secretly been. "Yeah! Fuck me, daddy! Fill me up!" she cried, feeling her father's considerable size stretching her more than she expected. For his part, Paul decided to fuck her like the sweet-smelling Barbi doll she was. He looked past the familiar face and instead concentrated on the massive boobs that did not look like they belonged on the petite teen. He watched the magical sway of their motion as Stephanie writhed on his cock and wordlessly drove it up into the teenager as far as he could. They both came screaming, his load larger than any of the three his wife coaxed from him overnight. As they caught their collective breaths, the new lovers finally made eye contact and, once again, Stephanie's unblinking gaze cemented the new bond. She rose off of her father's cock and knelt down, taking it into her mouth and licking it clean. She never once looked away; Doug slowly stroked her hair. Down the hall in Megan's cluttered room, Marie and her daughter were into a 69, Marie going wild over the bloody taste of her virginal daughter, Megan enjoying her first taste of cum as much of her father's output remained inside Marie. Orgasms washed over both women, but neither paused for more than a moment; their education was growing as their brains altered to accept much more information than the normal, unchanged human brain. Tony's mystery elixr was more potent than he could have dreamed. An hour later, after Stephanie had orally drained her father's cock once again and after Marie and Megan brought each other off by rubbing their pussies against the other's, the four sweaty, nude Albrittons sat around the kitchen table and took stock of their situation. "Something started with Stephanie," Marie said. "She came home like this." "I had a wonderful day at school," Stephanie said as Megan sat in her lap and stroked her hair. "Tony gave me this wonderful brain drink that makes me feel so much more alive. I feel smarter, sharper." "Why could only you affect me?" Doug asked. "I couldn't because I wasn't related to you by blood," Marie said, suddenly aware that she knew. "This stuff works through DNA, amino acids, the basic stuff of life." "God, Mom, how you;'d know that?" Megan asked. "You forget. I went to nursing school. I learned a lot of useless stuff about DNA and genetics," Marie said, getting up and sitting squarely in Doug's lap. With a wiggle, his still-erect cock went directly up her asshole. She sighed as she settled into his lap, fully filled. "Impressive, Mom. Especially since Daddy's dick has grown," Stephanie said between nips at Megan's nipples. "So what has Tony done to you?" Doug asked Stephanie as he hugged the love of his life. "He has commanded me to love him. But I've always loved him. He's my best bud," Stephanie said, frowning. "But you've barely talked over the last year or so," Marie began. "Since you became a cheerleader," Megan added. "You really pushed him aside," Doug said. "We all noticed." "He paid you back," Marie said wisely, "and got us all in the bargain." "Well, I intend to thank him by fucking his brains out," Stephanie said. "But first, I want to spend the night with my sexy, loving ... mother." "That leaves you and me, Daddy," Megan said, rising off of Stephanie's lap. "Sis, thanks for taking my cherry." Marie leaned over to whisper to her older daughter. "Steph, put on your cheerleader's uniform," she said. Stephanie smiled a dazzling smile and nodded. She tenderly kissed her mother, hand to her cheek, then walked down the hall in a manner that the rest of her family paused to watch her. "Get dressed up," Doug told Megan. "I'm taking you out on a date." "But isn't it late?" Megan said, glancing up at the clock. "Not for a midnight movie," Doug said. "Your sexiest short skirt -- and no panties." "You can borrow my heels," Marie said. Megan nodded and ran down the hall after her sister. "Stephanie!" she called, getting her sister to turn around. "Help me with my makeup!" Ten minutes later, Stephanie -- wearing her cheerleader skirt and sweater -- but no panties -- was leaning over and applying eyeliner to her totally dressed sister. Megan had on a backless black minidress and near-stiletto black heels. She wore bright red lipstick, her hair simply but beautifully styled. Marie and Doug stood silently in the doorway, proud but aroused parents. "They're so beautiful," Marie said, hugging her husband. "Did you always have a lesbian streak in you?" he quietly asked his wife. "No -- and I don't now," she answered. "This is strictly an incest thing. I fucked my Daddy and older brother, too. What about you?" "Right now, I would fuck anything that twitched," he said. "I hope we schedule a slumber party real soon." "You'd better behave and fuck what we can control," Marie said, giving his balls a squeeze through his dress slacks. "No underwear for you, either, huh?" "Seemed counterproductive," Doug said. "You about ready, sweetie?" Both sisters looked up and gasped with surprise. Marie was standing there in a perfect match for her daughter in a Central High cheerleaders uniform. "Mom, that's mine," Megan, captain of the J.V. squad, said. "And you don't need it tonight, do you?" she said, shashaying across the room towards her daughters. "Teenagers aren't the only ones with fantasies." "We're almost done here," Stephanie said, capping the eyeliner. "I think she's a beautiful woman." "Now and forever," Marie said. Doug said nothing, but unzipped his pants and let his still growing erection out to enjoy its full freedom. "Don't keep you date waiting," Marie said, handing a stylish black bag to her daughter. "You have lipstick, money and your cell phone in there. Now go out there and enjoy becoming an adult." "Yes, ma'am," Megan said. Both Stephanie and Marie prevented her from kissing anyone due to her lipstick. Instead, they sent her on her way to the door. She walked effortlessly in the heels and gave her father's cock a gentle squeeze as she approached. "Put that thing away for a little while, at least," Megan said with a look that said Doug would have a formidable woman for a date this night. CHAPTER 2 On the way out the door, Megan was pulled aside by a petite, pony-tailed cheerleader that looked almost nothing like her mother. "Here," Marie said, pressing something small and hard in her daughter's hand. "I don't think I'll be needing this tonight. Consider this your wedding night." It wasn't until Megan was seating, legs crossed elegantly, in her family's BMW that she dared to peek into her hand. It was her mother's large and beautiful wedding ring combination. With a small smile, she quietly slipped it onto her fourth finger. Among the many people dressed down for the midnight showing of The Thomas Crown Affair, the well-dressed couple stood out even more than usual. The tall man, dashing in his dark suit (complete with pocket handkerchef) had his arms wrapped securely around his lovely young bride. The woman, who nearly came to his shoulder in her heels, wore one of the sexiest, skimpiest little black dresses in captivity, one that was nearly too short for her long legs and inappropriate for such a chilly night. But nearly as striking in its own way was the huge diamond wedding band she sported. In the car, Doug had noticed the ring for the first time. "Wow. I don't need to ask you where you got that," he said. "Mom told me to pretend we were on our honeymoon," Megan said, stroking her father's cheek. "In that case," Doug said, unzipping his fly. "I have a treat for you." Megan did not hesitate going down on her father's cock, which was quite a bit bigger to him: in fact, Doug was in the process of learning one of the side effects of Tony's gift. Megan was in the process of appreciating it. Doug shot a load that Megan swallowed deeply and totally as they were pulling into the parking garage. The old man at the booth winked at Doug as they entered. But as they stood in line, Doug was again already fully erect -- a fact he mostly concealed with his suit jacket. But with his arms wrapped around Megan's waist, it was poking his daughter directly in the middle of her bare back. Far from bothered, she moved slowly from side to side so that his unencumbered member gently stroked her lower back through his dark slacks. But to his decidedly mixed emotions, his cock had grown even more and was now easily a foot long erect. Maybe some underwear would have been prudent he thought. But something else suddenly struck Doug Albritton. No matter where he looked, he saw a woman who aroused him. Every single one. There was no doubt he was reacting to every woman he saw, so Doug closed his eyes for a moment and concentrated on the beautiful blonde in front of him. He discreetly reached down and squeezed her pantiless ass and she returned the favor with a reacharound squeeze of his cock. With his other hand, he tweaked her nipple through the form-fitting dress and drew a gasp from the girl. She turned her head and kissed her husband-for-a-night. Megan almost complained when Doug ordered two adult tickets at the window and also showed her age when she insisted on Skittles at the concession stand. Doug ordered a large tub of popcorn, anyway, to provide his cock with a home during the movie. But at the moment, he used it as a shield so that he could observe Megan at a distance as she walked to the restroom. "Gosh! It's so much easier to pee when you're wearing a dress and no panties," she whispered upon her return. Doug could only manage a nod and moan. He took his lovely child bride's arm and strolled into the dark theater. They opted to sit well back and to the side of the not-crowded venue. "It's cold in here. Give me your jacket," Megan said as they found the seats. She draped it over her shoulders as they sat down, but Doug had barely gotten comfortable in his seat when Megan pulled the black jacket over her head and leaned over to unzip Doug's erection. He placed the tub of popcorn on her head as she sucked her prize dry. For his part, Doug munched popcorn, drank his Diet Coke and tried like hell to watch the black screen. The preview had not yet started, but Megan had. His latest large load was duly swallowed so that their expensive clothes remained unspoiled. It fleetingly passed his notice that his daughter had taken his full, expanded length. "Wow! Better than Skittles," Megan said almost too loudly when she completed her task. "You taste good -- Doug, honey." "I'm glad you think so," he said in a whisper. "There's more of it where that came from." She replied by taking his fully length easily down her throat. "I've got to attend more of your plays," Doug gasped. After eating a big handful of popcorn covered in Doug's spunk, Megan's next performance came after the movie ended. After watching much of the final 90 minutes like a normal couple, the newlyweds walked hand-in-hand to the parking garage -- where Doug slammed Megan across the hood of a Porsche and fucked, pounded her really, until she came twice and he, once. She again showed she could deep throat his 13 inches when the Porsche owner arrived. "Honeymooners," Doug said. "Honey, can he fuck me, too?" Megan asked. "She looks awfully young," the guy said, obviously interested. "I know. That's one of the reasons I married her," Doug said. "Knock yourself out." Doug turned away so the guy could not see his massive, dangling member and slipped it down his pants leg. He put his coat on as Megan eagerly primed the car owner's pump with an enthusiastic blowjob. For 20 energetic minutes, she worked the guy like a pro, taking his load into her awaiting vagina. If not for the surprising certainty in her own mind (why?) that she would not get pregnant, it would have been a sure thing. "Man, you have married a wildcat," the Porsche guy said as he pulled his clothes back on. "Many happy returns." "Thanks," Megan said as she hugged her lover. Doug wrapped his arm around her and grasped a bigger, fully breast than any 14-year-old should have. "You're growing up before my very eyes," Doug told his daughter as they embraced in the darkened garage. "I'm so happy I'm your father -- even more than being your pretend husband." "Why, Daddy?" she asked, looking up lovingly. "Because that means you're my flesh and blood," he replied. "And fucking you is so goddam wrong." "Me, too." "I want to do it every day from now on." "I promise." "Ready to go home?" "Nope. I'm ready to fuck in the best hotel room you can afford." With some difficulty, they made it home Saturday in time for lunch, their changes all too apparent. By then, Marie and Stephanie had a story of their own to tell. ---------------------------------------------------------- "Oh my God, Mom! You look awesome," Stephanie said, spreading her legs to frig her gushing pussy. She was dressed in her varsity cheerleader's uniform, but her skintight panties were nowhere in evidence. "It's amazing what a little Oil of Olay can do," laughed Marie and she turned and shook an indentical skirt at her daughter. In fact, she was wearing the middle school cheerleader's uniform that Megan had worn the year before. But as a sister school, its colors were identical to those Stephanie was now sporting. "I'd never had the nerve to do this before." "I wish there were a game tonight. I'd take you down on the field and kiss you right in front of everyone," the smitten Stephanie said. "You could be my sister." Indeed, the changes overtaking Maria were striking. Her faced was devoid of the few lines she had acquired at the age of 36. Gray no longer accented her hair and her skin glowed like a model's. "I'd rather be your sister than your mother right now," she said, kneeling close to Stephanie and touching her pussy with her palm. Slowly stroking her daughter, she continued, "I'd even let Megan sleep with your daddy if it meant we could share a bedroom every night." "And a bed?" Stephanie asked, frigging harder. "A very small bed," Marie said, licking her fingers. "But come on, pull your panties on, girl. We're going out." "Like this?" Stephanie shrieked as Marie pulled her up to her feet. "Oh, yeah," Marie said. A half-hour later, the two cheerleaders were walking through a 24-hour mall in a community in the next valley. Considering the time and the distance, there was little chance that many (or any) of Stephanie's classmates would stumble across them. They were giggling, arm-in-arm, hauling ridiculously oversized bags with them -- just a couple of girls enjoying a night at the mall. "I want to fist fuck you," Marie whispered to her daughter. "I want to taste your pee," Stephanie whispered back to her mom. "Why aren't you wearing a bra, you slut?" Marie asked in a louder voice, meant to be overheard. "Don't have one that fits any more," she replied truthfully. "barely got this sweater over them." "And I'm wearing one of yours." Marie said, following it up with a very real teen scream as she spotted a familiar sign. She took Stephanie by the hand and they ran across the lobby to a VIctoria's Secret store. "See all that pretty underwear?" Marie said to her eagerly nodding daughter. "We'll never wear it again! We're going to be naked, naked, naked and we will have so much sex!" "I love it when you talk dirty," Stephanie said in a low, seductive voice. She followed it up with a surprise kiss of Marie directly on the lips. She pulled away after holding it just long enough to impress bystanders that it was for real. "I love you." "Then kiss me again," Marie said, a tear welling up in one eye. The two Albritton women then answered the fantasy of dozens of unsuspecting mallwalkers; Stephanie took her mother into her arms and swept the smaller woman almost off her feet with an embrace a passionate kiss. Marie returned the passion and the two women almost looked to be consuming one another as their lips, mouths and tongues reached for the other's. Marie slid her hand up Stephanie's leg and pushed her skirt aside as she grasped her firm, small ass. Stephanie reached under Marie's sweater to discover that her mother had lied; she, too, was braless. "You slut," Stephanie said into Marie's mouth. "I know," she gasped. "I'm bad. I need to be punished." Stephanie pulled away for a moment, eyes wide. "Are you into that?" she asked her mother. "Let me put it like this," Marie said, sweeping her hair back into place and starting to walk away from the lingerie store. "How many times did I spank you when you were a little girl?" "A bunch. I was a brat," Stephanie admitted with a giggle. "What are you saying -- that I owe you payback?" "You might say that," Marie said, smiling broadly. "Or you might say that you're the head of this household now. I think you're in charge and we will all do whatever you want to do. I would even be you sex slave, sweetheart." "Mom! Don't say that!" Stephanie said in a far too loud a voice. Catching herself, she lowered her volume. "I love you and want you to be my mother and my lover. I don't want to be your mistress or anything like that. I need you as you, not some obedient little ..." "Pissant?" Marie finished the thought. "Thank you, my sweet Stephanie. You have empowered me. I needed you to say it so I could learn it. I can't explain it, but my brain seems to be re-learning everything." "Then know this," Stephanie said, stopping and looking at her mother with bright, wide eyes that were welling up with emotion. "These last few hours of loving you and dad and Megan have made this the best day of my life. I know Tony has done this, but I want us to still be a happy, loving, fucking family. This is America -- we don't have queens; it was bad enough that I've been a snotty little princess these last few years." Marie laughed loudly in a mature way that belied her new appearance. "I am so glad you realize it," she said. "Watching you, I had Megan swear she wouldn't be like you were. You were a role model for all the wrong reasons, sweetheart. I'm sure that's why Tony has done this to you." "That's right, Marie," came a voice from behind them. "In fact, I think Stephanie should take off her panties and spread her legs for me right now." "But we're in the middle of a mall, Tony!" Marie said, immediately recognizing the voice. But Stephanie had already stepped out of her panties and was slipping into a service passage. "How did you find us, anyway?" "I've been sitting outside your house all day, wanting to see what happened," he replied and he pulled his cock out of his jeans. "I thought her changes might cause you guys to react, but nothing like this." As he finished his sentence, he turned to follow Marie, but took hold of Stephanie by her skirt hem and pulled her back into the quiet passage. Expertly, Marie draped her leg over Tony's hip, engulfing his waiting cock. He began pumping away as he continued. "It seems this stuff affects the body chemistry of blood relatives, right, Marie?" he said as Stephanie watched the public display with growing arousal. "Well, I guess that means you're all ready to take me on." He began pumping Stephanie's mother harder and harder and the woman/girl began crying out in arousal. A few more thrusts and Tony held her close while he unloaded into her. "So, would you like to lick me clean -- mom?" Marie smiled and slowly undraped herself. "Tony, you've created me today. I am not the woman I was, and that means one thing," she said seductively. But just as quickly, she grabbed his ball sack. "If you hurt my daughter, I am not afraid of killing you -- or crushing your precious package." Turning blue and unable to speak, Tony only managed to squeak and nod. "But that said," Marie continued, releasing the boy. "I understand that Stephanie treated you, her oldest friend, like shit. She was quite the diva in the last few years as her body changed. But you've altered her brain, her very personality, for the better. You've gotten your wish; she's yours. Don't abuse her. If you want to abuse someone, abuse me." "Mom!" Stephanie protested even as she vigorously frigged herself. "But ... I am Tony's." "Only if you want me to," he finally said to his enslaved friend. "That's right -- only if she wants you to," Marie nodded, stepping away. "Hot Cunt Stephanie," he commanded. "You will happily share all of our sexual experiences with your family. I am to be shared, without jealousy." "Sure, Tony," she replied. "Impressive," Marie said. "You've given her a code word. And now I know it, too." "You'd use it against her?" Tony said, surprised. "I don't have to -- yet," she answered. "But one day I know it will come in handy." "But..." he stammered. "I'm her mother," Marie said. "I may be the only person on Earth who loves her more than you do." "If that's true, then I have a suggestion," Tony said. "Three-way?" Marie and Stephanie said together. "Is there a better way?" he replied. The three happy teenagers (as far as anyone watching could tell) walked out of the malll arm-in-arm. Tony and the Albritton women returned to the family's empty house and Tony was provided with a strong drink and a seat on the couch that was only used by company. Tony started to remove the clear plastic cover that fit it snugly, but Marie hinted that it might be needed later. In Stephanie's bedroom, the two cheerleaders quickly went through a routine that would please Tony. Fully into the fantasy, Tony sat on the couch with a cheap pom-pom and the two Albritton women ran out shaking theirs. Had he not so focused on Stephanie's beauty, he might have thought at a glance that the two cheerleaders were twins -- albeit one some six inches taller than the other. After a couple of Central's routine cheers -- complete with Tony's applause -- the girls pulled identical splits that evolved into a move that had to be seen to be believed. From one knee, each girl lifted her other leg over the opposite's shoulder, revealing their matching dark blue panties. From that position, each girl reached over and rubbed the other girl's pussy through the fabric. Each then stood up and pulled down her own panties without bending her knees. They then lay on the floor and began grinding their pussies against one another while doing "Two bits." Tony showed his pleasure by pulling out his cock and vigorously massaging it. "Marie -- suck my cock. Show your daughter how it's done," Tony told the smaller cheerleader. Marie scrambled to her feet and virtually inhaled his shaft with one motion. While she sucked on it like a peppermint lollypop, Stephanie buried her face in her mother's ass crack. Marie's gasp told Tony that Stephanie's tongue found its target. After a torrid five minutes, Tony shot his load into Marie's waiting mouth, but mother turned and offered the mouthful of cum to her daughter through a messy, passionate kiss. When they separated, white cream was smeared over both of their faces. Stephanie was the first to strip out of her sweater, newly filled-out boobs drawing admiring sounds from both Tony and Marie. But when Marie took her sweater off, the obviously swelling of her once-smallish boobs was very apparent. "Mom! You look like you're 16!" Stephanie exclaimed. "No. I look exactly like I looked at 16," Marie said, pivoting slowly around. "Tony, that stuff has been the fountain of youth for me. Thank you!" Marie kissed Tony on the mouth before he could recoil from the taste of his own cum. "Thank God I haven't taken any of that stuff yet," he said under his breath. But the smell of his own discharge put a damper on the night for him, and he soon excused himself for the night. That left the two nude women on the couch, caressing each other. "Let's call your sister," Marie finally said. "I don't think Megan took her cell phone, and I know Dad didn't," Stephanie said. "Not Megan -- Shannon," Marie said. "Find out when she's coming home!" Stephanie said, nodding enthusiastically. "Better than that -- get her to come home!" "Way ahead of you," Marie said, hitting the speed dial on her deluxe cell phone. It rang once, twice. "Shannon! Sweetheart, it's your mom! No, really!" She listened for a long moment. "I swear it's me! What do you mean I don't sound like myself," she asked, looking puzzled at Stephanie. "Lower your voice. You sound like a young girl," Stephanie said. Marie nodded. "Sorry. Is this better?" Marie said. "Mom! It is you!" Shannon said from her college dorm room. She lay bottomless in her bed, vibrator sitting nearby. "Honey. Sorry to call so late, but it's kind of an emergency," Marie said. "Can you come home tomorrow?" "It's almost 500 miles," Shannon said, sitting up. "Can it wait?" "I honestly don't think so," Marie said. "It's a little bit of a family emergency. I don't want you to get overly concerned, but things would be better if you were here." "I can come," the college junior said. "I'll leave first thing in the morning." "Then I won't keep you up," Marie said. "I look forward to having you -- back home." "What's the emergency?" Stephanie asked, stroking her mother's shaved pussy. "Can't you tell?" Marie said. "I'm getting younger." "It's great! So what?" Stephanie asked. "So when will I stop? How young am I going to get?" Marie added. "Oh, God. I didn't think," Stephanie gasped. "We need to get Tony back here." "What can he do?" Marie said, standing up and showing off her lean teen body. "He doesn't even know what he did with his magic potion. Whatever happens, it's been worth it." CHAPTER 3 With their expanded brainpower, both Doug and Megan understood what was happening when they awoke the next morning. "'Morning, sweetheart," Doug said from somewhere on the other side of the king-sized hotel bed. "Morning, dad," Megan said sleepily, stretching out her arm. "Wow. No wonder they don't want teenagers to learn about sex. I could do that all day, every day. In fact, I think I will -- as soon as you get off my chest." "What do mean?" Doug asked, as he noticed something strange running down his leg. "It feels like you've got your whole leg resting on my chest," she said. "Move, already." "I'm not touching you, Megan," he said, reaching down with his hand. "I'm on the other side of the bed." Megan sat up, revealing larger boobs than any human Doug had ever seen. They covered her entire chest and hung down past her navel. They were still firm and beautifully shaped, but as she said, "My God! They're huge!" "They certainly are," Doug said, sitting up. "And so's this." Reaching under the covers, he pulled out a cock that was now in excess of two feet long. It was mostly limp, but it twitched at Doug's touch and reacted noticeably when he gazed at his daughter's massive mammaries. Having been fucked past the point of surprise, Megan reached out and attempted to take it into her tiny hand; she could not close her grip. Moments later, she placed it between her huge breasts and squeezed them together. The sweat of the two Albrittons enabled it to slide easily between her incredibly soft boobs and he shot what might have been his biggest load of the weekend. It went everywhere. "We need to shower. Can you walk?" Doug asked his daughter. "Sure. Somehow, I've adapted to handle their size," she replied. She swung her legs out of bed and stood up to prove her point. Despite two huge boobs that must have weight 20 pounds apiece, she moved easily towards the shower, mams swaying side to side. Doug followed her, his again-limp cock hanging well below his knees. "They're still growing, Daddy," Megan said. "I know," Doug Albritton said, unsmiling. "I know all too well." They left the hotel with Doug having strapped his cock onto his leg with his tie and Megan having adapted a bedsheet to serve as a blouse. She wore her backless dress backwards to provide an illusion of coverage. They were able to get to the car without incident, but Doug's member made it difficult for him to touch the gas and Megan gave up closing the seat belt. But both Doug and Megan quickly forgot about their own developing dilemmas when the got home. Stephanie, aglow like a true goddess, greeted them at the door. But she wasn't smiling. "What's wrong, sweet pea?" Doug ask, tryiing to ignore the twitching down his leg. "It's mom," Stephanie said, looking at Megan's inflated chest but saying nothing. "I infected her before either of you guys, so she's farther along that you," She led them into the back bedroom where Megan's treasure trove of teen belongings was piled up like an archive. The door was closed. "By the way, Mom called Shannon this morning and she'll be here later today," Stephanie explained. "Mom's brain is working overtime, like mine, and we think we'll need her." "Need her for what, Sis?" Megan asked, having to slide her back against the wall to get around Stephanie in the hallway. Megan opened her door and gasped. "Hey, sweetheart," said a 9-year-old girl sitting in the middle of Megan's stuffed animals. "Ain't this a bitch!" "Mom? Mom!" Megan screamed, leaning over and picking up her tiny mother and nestling her between her boobs. "Are you all right?" "I feel fine," she said, pushing her daughter away and stumbling back to her feet. "I hate it when I went pre-pubescent and lost my sex drive, but it made me appreciate my situation." "What's happened to us?" Doug said. "What happened to me is that I had strong feelings about wanting to be younger when Stephanie kissed me, passing Tony's chemical mix to me," Marie said as she sat on one of Megan's overstuffed bears. "What happened to Megan, obviously, was that puberty was kicking in and she was feeling the growth of her boobs already. What were you thinking about, Doug?" "Sex. Fucking," he said simply. "Dropping his slacks and untying his now-raging cock explained the rest. It was now over two feet long and as thick around as one of Marie's arms. It's still growing; so are Megan's boobs." "Stephanie was lucky; she was worried about pleasing Tony and being smarter, so her need for that is growing, but as long as he's not here, it doesn't impact her the same way. But the brain growth is causeing something else," Marie said, pointing at her middle daughter. "My hair is falling out," Stephanie said, displaying a long, blonde clump. "I think my cranium is expanding, but very slightly so far." "But it will keep growing?" Megan asked. "Only to a point," Marie said. "She can only get to 100 percent of her brain's capacity. She might wind up bald, but otherwise okay. But I can keep getting younger until I'm gone and you two may be overwhelmed by your bodies." "Hello? Anyone home?" came a voice from the front of the house. "Shannon!" four voices said at once. "Mom? Do we do what we talked about?" Stephanie asked the little girl in the center of the room. "Yes, dear. It's a lie, but I believe it's the only way she can help us," Marie said. "Please hurry, before I get so young I need diapers." "We don't have any diapers," Megan said. "Yeah. Thanks for pointing out the obvious," Marie said, hugging the big stuffed animal. Stephanie closed the door behind her family and moved down the hall. Her older sister, a stunning beauty contest winner turned college lesbian, stood in the living room with a bundle of laundry at her feet. "Hey, Steph! Where is everybody?" Shannon asked, moving up to kiss her sister. Stephanie had to avoid the lip-to-lip contact because Shannon was not ready and did the phony Euro cheek to cheek air kiss. "You need to sit down," Stephanie said, hoping her hair loss wasn't too obvious yet. "Mom called you because we've had some bad news. Horrible news, in fact." "What's going on, squirt?" Shannon asked, using the nickname Stephanie long hated. "Where is everybody?" "It's ... that mom is sick," Stephanie said. "Very sick. In fact, she might die soon." "What! What are you talking about?" the oldest Albritton sister shouted as she jumped to her feet. "She was fine." "She was. Or we thought she was," Stephanie lied. "But there's more." "Dad has been depressed since the news. Suicidal, I think," Stephanie lied with a straight face. "And Megan has started using drugs." "Drugs?" Shannon said as her expression changed. "What a minute. This is a sick joke, right?" "No joke," Stephanie said. "We think there might be something you can do, though." "What? Tell me," Shannon said, looking intently at her sister. Stephanie noticed a stud in her eyebrow and a half-dozen rings in one ear. "You're almost a sure match to provide a transfusion, and you know how much Megan has always looked up to you," Stephanie said. "And you want to hear the weirdest thing of all?" "What else can their be?" Shannon asked, throwing her arms open. "I'm a lesbian, too," Stephanie said as she suddenly embraced her sister in a full-on kiss, including an open mouth and tongue. As with her other family members, it took only a moment for her to feel the chemical bond and the embrace followed. Shannon forgot everything and focused only on devouring the only woman she'd ever truly lusted after -- her younger sister, the perfect blonde cheerleader with the big boobs. Both got naked in moments and each explored the other's body; Stephanie was stunned at the number of piercings and tattoos that Shannon had added since she left for college. "Steph! Your hair is falling out!" Shannon said as she held a handful. "It's just stress," she said between kisses. "This is something I've needed so badly. I'm so glad you're home." "If I can help, I'll never leave," Shannon said through her passion. She moved her mouth to one of Stephanie's bigger, fuller breasts and Stephanie learned that her sister had added a pair of tongue studs. "I can't wait for you to use those on my pussy," Stephanie said, pulling down her shorts to offer a bare, throbbing pussy to her sister. Shannon said nothing, but paused to smile at her sister before diving facefirst into her crotch. Shannon's tongue, studs and all, found Stephanie's clit and a massive orgasm followed. Stephanie held Shannon's face down to her groin and looked over her shoulder to see her father and mother looking around the corner. She nodded and Marie moved close. "Shannon," Stephanie gasped. "Are you feeling something?" "Oh, God, yes," she said. "Something is running through me, making me tingle. What is that?" "It's a chance to save Mom," Stephanie said. "But you have to close your eyes." "What? Mom is dying and you're wanting to play games?" Shannon said crossly, even as she sat up and pulled off most of her clothes. She sat in Stephanie's arms in her panties as her sister held her. "If you've ever trusted me, trust me now," Stephanie said, locking on Shannon with her hypnotic eyes. "You need to close your eyes and think only of Mom getting well. Want it more than anything." "More than my own life," Shannon said softly, closing her eyes. "Now kiss me," Stephanie said, even as she moved aside. Marie, who was barely tall enough to climb up on the couch, scrambled to replace her daughter. She, too, was naked and there was no trace of development in her body. She was now about seven years old physically, Marie guessed. But Shannon moved forward and Marie was able to take her face in her hands and have a firm grip when she kissed her oldest daughter. When they locked lips, Shannon quickly realized that it was not Stephanie and opened her eyes in shock to see a naked child in front of her. She almost pushed her away, but the chemistry kicked in and Marie was able to hold the kiss until passion replaced shock. Marie, too, felt the passion go through her now-prepubescent body and she wrapped herself around Shannon and worked the kiss like a pro. "It's me, sweetheart," Marie gasped between kisses. "Stay with me." "What's happened to you?" said her daughter. "It's like Stephanie told you," she said. "I was going to die because I was regressing. You little sister and your father are in danger, too. But I think you've saved me." Marie said back on the couch, thinking to herself how strange she looked, naked at her current age. Even if she wasn't able to gain her years back, she had her mind and a second chance to do some wonderful things as she reached puberty. She laughed, a little girl's giggle. "What's so funny?" asked Stephanie, who'd stayed close by. "She gave me my sex drive back," Marie laughed. "I'm seven years old and I want to fuck." "Oh, my God," said Shannon. "Are you sure you're going to be all right?" "I think so. But you have to do the same for your sister and father," Marie said, touching her pussy and finding a sensitive clit where none should yet be. "You've got to do the same thing -- close your eyes and wish them to be well. Come in here, Megan." Her boobs now totally dominating her body, the 14-year-old was almost totally obscured by her rapidly growing mammaries. She knelt behind the couch to be able to kiss her sister unobstructed. Shannon puckered up and Megan found her and joined her in a kiss the equal of that just shared by her mother and sister. After a moment, Shannon reached out and found Megan's big boobs and quickly squeezed her huge nipples to draw a gasp and orgasm. "Wow! You've grown!" Shannon said after their long, wet, sloppy kiss ended with a mutual gasp. "Are you lezzie, too?" "Not so much. But enough," Megan said, rejoining the embrace. "I need you to suck on these, now." Shannon nodded, understanding somehow. Megan rested her awesome mammaries on the back of the couch and her sister inhaled the oversized nipple of the right, then the left breast, and suckled like a newborn for five minutes apiece. When she pulled back, there was a creamy ring around her mouth. "Sis is lactating," Shannon said. "You're not pregnant, are you?" "No way. I was a virgin until last night," she said proudly. "And I can tell, somehow, that I'm not. ... Look, guys, they're smaller, aren't they?" The rest of the Albrittons agreed that they were not as full looking and maybe were riding higher on her chest. "Shannon, you've got to kiss Dad, too," Stephanie added. "Is he sick, somehow?" Shannon asked warily. "Horribly," Marie, now wrapped in a comforter, said. "Okay, I trust you," Shannon said, closing her eyes again. "I'm wishing hard for Dad to be well." Doug Albritton, trying to keep his rampant erection from interfering, leaned in to kiss his daughter. They locked lips and the chemical process began just as his cock swung around and hit his naked daughter in the neck. Her scream was muffled, but she maintained the kiss as she grabbed the massive organ and held it away at arm's length. "You don't expect me to fuck ... that, do you?" she asked her family. "No, I think sucking it and swallowing the cum would do," Stephanie said matter-of-factly. "You're kidding, right?" Shannon said. "I mean, Dad's a guy." "You pretended to like guys for 18 years," Marie pointed out. "Sucked a few cocks, too," Stephanie added. Shannon began to reply, but merely nodded. "How much of that thing do you expect me to handle?" Shannon asked. "I took all of it when it was 13 inches," Megan said. "But I think that was because I was changed." "You're changing, too," Stephanie said. "Even though you don't know it yet. We didn't realize right away." "Here goes," Shannon sighed. She took the end of the organ into her hand and tentatively began kissing and licking Doug's cockhead. He began rigid, so he stood two feet away while his daughter worked her magic. "Damn. I could stand on that," Marie said. "Don't you even try," Doug said. "Unless you want me to fuck your eight-year-old pussy with my monster." "Oooh. I'm scared," Marie giggled, hiding back under her comforter. Shannon's mouth was somehow open enough to take his entire cockhead in. "Impressive, sweetheart," Doug said. Shannon nodded and began inching her way up his cock. Inch by inch, it began disappearing into her mouth. When some eight inches were in her mouth, Shannon swallowed and suddenly slipped four more inches into her mouth. In fact, her jaw seemed to stretch to accept Doug's girth, and his rigidity forced her to bend at the waist to take it straight down her throat. And down her throat it went. Eighteen inches. Twenty four inches. Almost 30 inches of Doug's cock went down her throat before her nose nestled into his pubic hair. "That's awesome," Megan whispered. "Here's the best past," Stephanie said. "Help me pick Shannon up. Each girl took one side of the petite Shannon and lifted her into the air, but kept her at Doug's cock level. "Now, let's pump her." Shannon's eyes got wide for the first time, but the girl was unable to speak as her sisters began sliding her up and down the length of Doug's cock. Faster and faster they worked her and once it sounded as if Shannon tried to scream. But it was working; Doug's cock was beginning to show blood vessels rising to the surface. "I-I think I'm gonna come," Doug said, grabbing the edge of the couch. "Oahh-h-h-h!" Doug's hips twitched as he pumped his load down the length of his cock into his daughter's belly. And no load compared to this; Shannon's belly actually began swelling from the volume of cum. Still, he pumped. Still, she took it. Took it all. When he was finally done, Doug withdrew his cock from his daughter and was pleased to discover it was fully limp for the first time since his growth spurt began. Relief swept through the Albritton home, but beautiful Stephanie had to run to her room in tears. As soon as she pulled on some of Megan's old clothes, Marie went to her daughter. "'S'matter, sweetheart?" she asked. "Oh, mom," Stephanie sobbed as she rose from her pillow. "I miss Tim so much. It just overwhelmed me, all of a sudden." Marie nodded and turned away; this was part of it, she decided. There's no undoing much of what's done. Normalcy, of course, was impossible. Doug returned to work on Monday, having shot a morning load to keep his two-footer comfortably limp. A special sock holster enabled him to go through a work day -- and even play golf. Remarkably, all of his daughters and even his wife were able to take his full length without injury. Megan was unable to return to school with her HHH-sized boobs, so she used her increased brain power to get her G.E.D. and went to work for her father as his personal secretary. Marie began aging at a normal pace, but her amazing mental skills allowed her to make a small fortune on-line and still provide for her beloved family. But perhaps the most remarkable transformation took place with Shannon. Her emphasis on healing allowed her scarred psyche to heal before anything; unknown to even her parents and sisters, Shannon Albritton was raped by a pageant official shortly before her 19th birthday and swore off men as a result. Once her scarred soul healed, her numerous tattoos began to fade and her body began rejecting most of her piercings. Only those in her ears, where there was less tissue and blood flow, stayed put. And Stephanie? Her life was affected the least, ironically, because Tony Burke vanished from the face of the earth. Her sadness was that of someone who missed a friend; her programmed obsession was not active in his absence (as was his plan). But his plan did not include disappearing. ------------------------------- Upon leaving the Albritton house, Tony had driven home with fantasies of the family's many women serving as some kind of harem for his whims and wishes. His desire to pay Stephanie back would make all of them pay. In fact, he considered infecting the women of his own family in a similar way -- it would be neat to be the lord and master of the Burke homestead. He checked his glove box. The last of the formula he acquired was still there. It was plenty for one more dose, so he spent the rest of the drive debating which of his family he would target. His decision: first come, first served. That would have been his younger sister, Janice. Two years younger and at the stage where she had just shed her braces and training bra, she was an awkward kid who would likely be a beauty and a cheerleader type eventually. She was devoted to her big brother and a charmer in her own awkward way. There was no way in hell she deserved to be messed with, but then Tony was beyond caring. Janice was sitting on the living room floor, doing her homework on the coffee table while Zoey101 blared on the television. "Hey, runt," Tony said as he stepped into the living room. "Oh, hey, big brother," she smiled like someone who'd just had her braces removed. Her teeth shone white and straight. "Whatya do today?" "I just spent a while messing around at the Albrittons. Stephanie and I talked about spending more time together," he said with a shrug. "That bitch! I wouldn't blame you if you never talked to her again," Janice said. "It wasn't right to snub you for all the big shots." "You've always got my back, Jan," Tony said, reaching over to hug her. "You're a great sister." "Same for you, big brother," she said, patting him on the back and once on the butt before she turned back to her homework. "I got something for you," he said as he put his hands behind his back. "What? A present?" she asked. He had all of her attention now. "Better," he said. "Something just for you." She laughed. "It had better not be something gross," she said. "I wouldn't do that to you," he said, holding out the small container. "It's something tasty." "What is that, some kind of alcohol?" she asked, squinting at the vial. "Maybe," he said. "What if it is?" "If it is, mom and dad would kill you for giving it to me," she said. "In that case, here," he said, extending his hand. "Thanks! I'll drink it now before you change your mind," Janice said. Having tasted several kinds of booze at school parties, she fully expected some kind of alcholic taste. The sharp bitterness threw her, but she'd already swallowed it all. "Oh God! That's awful, Tony!" she said, using his first name in a rare ouburst. "No, it's not. It's sweet and cool," he said. "What? You know ... I guess it is, at that," Janice said happily. "That was delicious! Do you have some more?" "No, that was it," he said. "It was just enough." "Enough for what?" she asked, standing up and stretching. "Enough for you to be in my power," he said. She laughed but said nothing. Tony's mind raced. He really hadn't thought this out. When it doubt, humiliate them. "You are my pet dog," Tony said. "You can't talk, only bark, pant and wag your tail," he said. Janice immediately went down on all fours and looked up lovingly at her master, tongue hanging out. Tony had already forgotten that if this command lasted past the five-minute window, Janice would always be this way. But his mind was racing down another gutter. "Dogs don't wear clothes. Take off those people clothes," he commanded. Janice pulled and tugged, but removed her top, bra, shorts and panties. After a time, she was on her hands and knees before him, totally naked. "Go out and bring in the paper," he told her. While staying on all fours, she opened the front door and went out onto the front lawn to retrieve the paper. She held it in her mouth as she returned inside. She dropped the paper at his feet and yapped her excitement at having done his bidding. Tony patted her on the head and she was blissfully happy. At moment, Tony remembered the time limit command. "Janice, you are not a dog. You are a person," he said. "Stand up." She did, then looked puzzled at her nudity. She attempted to cover up with her hands. "You are my loving sister, and you love being naked," he added. "You have to wear clothes in front of our parents, but you sleep in the nude and will always be naked in front of me." She lowered her hands, the clapped. "I love you, Tony," she said. "Thank you for making me be naked." "From now on, when I use the words 'Cunt Sister,' you will do whatever I ask you to do, without question. You will be thrilled because I am asking you to do it." "I can't wait!" she said, jumping up and down. "I love pleasing you, big brother." "Then take out your retainer and suck my dick," he commanded. She smiled as she removed the appliance and set a couch cushion in front of her brother and did not hesitate to unfasten his jeans. He was already erect when she pulled his cock free and inserted it into her mouth as if she'd been doing it all her life. She made slurping noises as she sucked. "Am I doing it right?" she asked, looking up much like Stephanie did earlier in the day. "Oh, yeah," he said, working his hips to move it around in her mouth. Tony was surprised at the thrill such a depraved act gave him. Virtually every family taboo was being broken here, and he loved it! So did Janice, but she was about to become his servant ... what to tell her? "Janice," he began, gasping as she worked his cock like a pro. "Never tell anyone outside out family that we are ... doing sex. You enjoy it and it is completely reasonable and natural for you, but you understand why others will not understand." "I understand, Tony," she said, pulling his cock out with a popping sound. But her total attention returned to her assignment. "I'm about to shoot," he said through gritted teeth. "You love to swallow my cum. You love to swallow all cum!" She nodded but did not let up and Tony soon delivered as promised. Her eyes grew wide but Janice stayed with the task at hand. "Kinda salty," she said, making a face. "No! Cum tastes like vanilla icing to you," he replied. "It is your favorite snack food." "You know what? Cum makes the perfect snack!" she said, laughing. "I'm glad I've got a non-stop supply." A twinge of guilt came over Tony as he began to understand the permanence of what he'd done. He zipped up his jeans and sat down. "Janice, come sit in my lap," he said in a brotherly tone. She giggled and she did just that, still completely naked. They snuggled and both became aware of his erection stirring once again. "Listen to me," he said. The now enslaved girl could do nothing else. "I did this to you because I love you and I wanted you to love me the same way. We will have so much fun together! But this is most important thing for you to hear -- do not get upset or fret if I am not home or if I'm gone for a day or more. Sometime I will need to be with someone else, but that won't mean I don't love you just as much. Understand?" "I understand. I love you, Tony," she said, looking as serious as he. "I won't worry. You'll be proud of me." "Good. Now kiss me," Tony told her. They embraced like lovers, Janice turning to straddle his lap. The feel of her narrow hips in his hands serve to arouse him totally and they worked together to free his erection from his jeans. They continued to kiss as the oversexed duo humped in a frenzy and as Janice passed the chemical along to its original owner. Only too late did Tony realize his mistake. "Oh, shit!" he screamed, pushing Janice off his erection and onto the carpeted floor. "I've infected myself! My own brain will start receiving commands!" Tony ran to his room and slammed and locked the door. He turned out the lights and pulled his bedspread over his head to avoid any kind of command or suggestion. Exhausted from his full day of sex, he quickly relaxed and fell asleep. He awoke at the light tapping at his door. "It's me, Tony!" Janice said quietly. "Are you all right?" He slowly looked around and realized, somehow, that he avoided any commands that would have programmed him permanently. "Yeah! Sorry if I scared you," he said, shaking his head to clear the cobwebs. "'l'll be fine. Better than fine." "Good. Can you open the door for a sec?" she asked. "Oh, yeah. Sorry," he said, shuffling to the door. He smiled thinking how cool it would be to see Janice standing there naked. Instead, he came face-to-face with two men wearing black suits. "Tony Burke?" one asked. "Uh, yeah. Where's my sister?" he asked. Janice was nowhere to be found. "DId you acqure a green liquid in a vail within the last 48 hours?" he asked. "By the way, your brain requires you to answer truthfully." Tony paused; somehow he realized the man was right. "Yes, I did," he replied, not really wanting to. "I acquired the brain sauce over the Internet." "'Brain sauce.' Good name for it," said the second suit. "Better than what the lab coats call it." "What is that?" Tony asked. "Officially, it's Rejected Compound #18," the man said with a grim smile. "Good thing you didn't purchase #17." "Or #16-D," said the second. With that, the two men looked at each other and laughed. "What ... what's so funny?" Tony asked. "Compound #19 might be the only thing to keep you alive until they finish Compound #24," the man said. "If you'd taken 16-D, you'd be fucked beyond redemption." "What happened to Compounds #20-23?" he asked. "Better security," the man said. "You need to come with us." Tony nodded. As he walked through the living room, he noticed that the men had gathered some of his clothes as well as Janice's. "Where's my sister?" he asked again. "Waiting for you," the man said, pointing at a windowless van that was sitting in their driveway. Tony climbed in to find Janice sitting on a bench wearing an orange jump suit like convicts wear. What alarmed Tony is that she was handcuffed and had a bag over her head. Before he could call out, he was put into his own hood and set of handcuffs. There was a faint odor of something -- chloroform? -- that caused Tony to instantly become woozy and calm. He remembered nothing more until his hood was suddenly removed and a bright light blinded him. "Call me Mr. Smith," said a now-familiar voice. "Get used to it."