Summary: mind control, Mf, incest, some ff
David Moreno finds things becoming surreal as a relic of antiquity collides with his everyday life. He finally figures out what is going on and tries to turn the tables. But watch out ...
See No Evil: Contains sexually explicit and politically incorrect material. If you shouldn't be reading this, or if it might offend you, simply stop now.
Legalese: All actors and actresses are over the age of consent. Proof of age is on file. Any similarity of any character, event or place to any actual person, event or place, is purely coincidental. This is all fantasy, and the actors are all professionals -- do not try any of this at home.
Archiving: You are welcome to discreetly repost or archive this, just do not change it, steal from it or claim credit for it.
Author's Rambling: This story comes in two parts, a yin swing and a yang swing -- the acolyte at the beginning of the tale will tell you that this is the way of the universe.
Live well!
Three hours later, David was in his room with the door shut, all the Playboys and Penthouses that he owned on the bed and opened wide as he fumbled at his crotch, trying hard (pun intended) to get an erection. He wore no pants, but had a flannel shirt buttoned up the front -- he'd rather not look at his own chest right now.
David jumped, startled, as the door swung open and Lydia stepped in, wearing only a sheer blue nightie and blue high heels. David scrambled to sweep all the magazines to the floor on the opposite site of the bed.
"Uhm, hi Mom," he said softly.
"Oh, sweetie, there's no need to hide those dirty magazines. I know that you beat off." Her eyes settled on his limp penis. "Or at least that you try to."
"Mom!" he said in a shrill voice.
"It's okay, honey. There's nothing you can do about it. What does it feel like? The change?"
David crossed his arms, a posture that felt funny now, then pounded his fists on the mattress and cast his eyes down. "I don't want to talk about it."
Lydia watched him a moment, then shook her head. "That's okay. You don't have to talk about it." She brought her hands up to rub them lightly over her breasts. "But ... (sigh) ... instead of jerking off to girls in magazines ... why don't you ... (sigh) ... jerk off to me. They're on paper, but I'm right HEEEERE for you.""
Even after everything that had happened today, David gave her an astonished look. "Mom!"
"After all, these -- " she cupped her boobies "-- these are now something to write home about." She began pulling on them. "Don't they just make you want to cuuuuum?" she sighed.
David stopped trying to cover his crotch with his hands, then slowly was persuaded to spread his legs and pull, rub and pump at his penis as Lydia performed an erotic dance for him.
"I still like girls," David said pulling futilely at his groin.
"I'm sure you do, David."
"I still like girls, so that's proof that there's nothing happening. Looking at these magazines, looking at -- oh God -- at you, Mom, I get very excited."
"I'm sure that you do, David."
"I just can't seem to ... get an erection. I mean, I can't get one yet. I feel one starting, I just need to get it to finish appearing."
"Mmmmm, that's sweet dear."
"So no change is occurring," he declared firmly, "Paul's 'spell' misfired this time."
"Isn't it a little shorter?"
"Isn't what shorter?" David asked, an edge to his voice.
Lydia smiled. "Your penis, sweetie. It's a little shorter, isn't it."
"No! It is NOT! CERTAINLY not! I mean just because your boobs swelled up like zeppelins doesn't mean everyone ELSE has to be oversized as well!"
"As you wish, sweetheart. I just thought that I remembered it being longer than just an inch. I mean, you're nothing but cap there, dear."
"Moom!" he shrieked, his voice cracking as it had started to do in the last hour.
Lydia continued dancing. "You might want to keep trying there, David. SOMETHING might pop up."
"Mom, I CAN still get erect!"
Lydia slowed her dance and stopped, then walked over beside the bed. "Honey, I know you can. Right here." She laid her hand on his chest.
David grabbed her hand and pulled it away. "Mom! Don't touch me there!"
"Oh, how cute, my little baby's shy."
"Moooomm!" David cried, tears welling up in his eyes. "There is nothing happening! NOTHING!"
"As you wish, baby. Would you let Momma show you something?" She slowly reached her hand back to his chest and laid it there, then began gently rubbing in circles.
David took in a deep breath. "Moom," he sighed, "I don't like that. I really don't like it."
"Hush, baby," she sighed. "Let Momma show you this." And she continued gently rubbing and watched her son calm down at her ministrations. After a couple minutes, she began slowly unbuttoning the flannel shirt.
"Mom, please ... don't ... do ... that ..." David sighed.
"Ssshh, relax and trust your mother." She slowly spread the shirt to reveal a set of A cup, verging on B cup, breasts on her son, the nipples already perked up from her gentle rubbing, which she continued now on his bare chest.
David was lying there, breathing deeply. "Mom ... I really don't like this ..."
"Sssshhhh." She continued rubbing gently, then began focusing on the nipples until they were rock-hard little marbles crowning David's sweet little mounds.
"David, sweetie, open your eyes." He did so and met hers. "Honey, look at your chest."
"I don't want to."
She pinched a nipple. "Here, look right here." David's eyes moved down to where the pleasurable sensations were coming from.
"That's where your erection is now."
"But, Mom, I don't want it there. I want it -- I need it -- to be down below."
She flicked his right nipple a few times. "But this is where it is, sweetie. You have such pretty little nips. Doesn't it feel good?"
"No," David sighed.
Lydia leaned her head down and began sucking on one of his nipples.
"Uuuuunnnngh!" David groaned finally. "Okay, okay, yes it does feel good."
She began playing her tongue over his nipple even more rapidly.
"Okay! Okay! It feels REALLY good! God!" His breath was coming a little faster now.
She began pulling on his boobs. "You're starting to get real pleasant little handfuls of flesh here, David. You're gonna need a BRA soon ... IF Paul lets you wear one."
"Mom! I don't WANT that!" He glanced down at his crotch to see if there was any reaction there to the intense sensations of pleasure that he was receiving. However, it was still nothing more than wet pasta.
"Now here's your extra length, David," Lydia said. "Your nipples are an inch long when they're perked up, and the most darling little set of puffies when they're not."
"Mom!"
Lydia reached for his crotch and fished around there. There really wasn't much left there to grab a hold of. She pulled as best she could a few times. "Any response?" she asked after a couple minutes.
"Yes ... yes, I think there's some stiffening there."
Lydia studied the soft member. If there was stiffening there, she sure as hell couldn't see or feel it. "Let's try something else, dear." She had David slide his butt down until he was lying on his back, then had him bring his ankles in toward himself, bending his knees and spreading his thighs wide to give her access to his crotch. She noted that his hips were getting a little wider.
Lydia slid down and moved her head near his crotch. David looked down between his legs to see his mother's face. She smiled weakly. then took what was left of his shrinking penis into her mouth.
"Thank you, mom," he sighed.
After several minutes, Lydia felt like she was doing nothing more than chewing on a soft rubber eraser. She looked up at his chest and saw that his nipples had softened back into puffies. She ran her hand gently along the inside of his thigh, which caused the nipples to perk back up a little.
She scratched the skin behind his scrotum, then slid her finger back up the crack and quickly over David's asshole. His body tensed, and she saw his nipples rise to half mast again.
"Mom!" he gasped. "Don't TOUCH me there!"
Ignoring him, she licked behind his scrotum and continued to run her finger up and down the length of her son's crack. His nipples came to full mast, and he began writhing his pelvis around.
"Mom, PLEASE stop touching me there," he kept saying, but did not move to stop her.
She slowed her movements along the length of his crack and began making circles around his anus. Then she slipped her finger in an inch.
"Mom! Don't!" He started to sit up, but she pushed him back down.
"David, you teasing little slut! You are so hot you're ready to blow! But--" She wrenched her voice up into a shrill little whine, "No! Mom! Don't! Don't touch my hot fucking little nipples! Don't stick your finger up my begging cunt of an asshole! No! Instead, keep working at this decaying corpse that used to be my little penis!"
She grabbed his hips and forced him to roll over. "Well, David, you're going to get it whether you want it or not!"
He was holding his legs tightly together, so she slapped his ass hard twice, then forced his legs open. "David, you're TURNING into a GIRL! Face up to it and be a man about it!"
She forced her finger an inch into his clenched anus. "David, this is momma's cock." She wriggled her index finger that was embedded up his butt. "Now this can be hard for you, or this can be really wonderful, but you're getting laid right now, you little cock-tease!"
She spit on his anus to lubricate it, then she began moving her finger in and out, and David relaxed his sphincter. After a minute, he began moaning and pushing back to meet her "thrusts". Finally, he groaned mightily and clamped his anus around her "cock" as wave after wave of orgasm washed through him.
He relaxed and laid there a few minutes.
"Mom, why? Why did you DO something like that?"
"Because you were being a goddam little slut cocktease. You got Momma all hot and bothered and then whined that you didn't want to finish through with the act."
"But I don't like that. I don't like being touched down there or on my chest! I still like girls. I like girls. That's proof that I'm not turning into a woman!"
"Sweetie," she said with a gentle smile, "That doesn't mean shit." She held his head to her breast. "Of course you still like girls. Down inside every woman, no matter how much she likes men, there's a little lesbian that makes her way out from time to time."
"Nooooo," David whined. "I'm noooot ..."
"And David ..." She leaned to his ear to whisper. "Every time you orgasm, it makes the transformation more complete. Why, I'll bet you almost have C cups by now."
David's eyes widened while Lydia smiled evilly, then stood and walked out of the room. When she was gone, he examined his chest. Sure enough, B verging on C ...
David wailed.