The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“STOP THE FUCKIN’ PRESSES.”

… What?

“Fidget gave us the green light to write a ‘F.E.T.I.S.H. Ray Tale’!”

Oh, neat… It’s not like we don’t have any other stories to complete at the moment, but yeah, I suppose we can derail from the course once more.

“Exactly! We’ll get to them eventually. Right now, it’s time to merge Fidget’s universe with our own!

This isn’t officially canon, folks. Don’t listen to our pushy dialogue here.

“Whatever you say, toots. The readers will decide what’s true or not for themselves.”

… Toots?

“Well, you are a chick, right?”

I’m—... We’re just text. I was unaware gender was relevant, in our case.

“I mean, you’re the passive one, so I just assumed.”

You know what they say about assuming. It makes an ass out of you an-

“Shut up.”

No. Do you identify as anything?

“Is ‘attack helicopter’ still offensive in today’s climate? Because, honestly, that’d be fuckin’ rad.”

I have no idea, nor do I care. Either way, I’d rather you weren’t such a thing. There’s no way that you’d use your capabilities for any sort of good.

“Duh. I’d be a goddamn killing machine! Built for murder and mayhem and blood and fire and—!

Welp, our time is up, folks. It’s time for the show!

“Rude… All hail Fidget!”

That too!

Prologue:

The Dangers of Sleep Deprivation

“Honey, I’m home!” Edward proudly announced as he burst through the front door of the Vett family’s household.

Silence was the only thing polite or caring enough to respond, and the tall, grim-faced scientist’s shoulders slumped in disappointment. He sighed, then walked down the short opening hallway and past the empty kitchen, straight into the living room. Who, might he add, were a couple of lazy idiots that could’ve easily entertained his hilarious entrance line.

“Oh, hey Uncle Eddy. I thought you were—… Uh…” Dennis, his eighteen-year-old nephew, began. He was sitting in the center of the couch in just a pair of grey sweatpants, his eyes going wide as soon as they looked up to Edward.

“Duuude! What happened to you?!” Tammy said, layng longways across the couch with her stomach over Dennis’ lap. The creamy cleavage of her full, basketball-sized tits was on open display as they pressed into the sofa cushion beside him. When her slender arms pressed down into the sofa next to those bulbous, milky orbs in surprise and lifted her torso up somewhat, they swayed and jiggled under her with unrealistic, jelly-like physics. Edward noted she was wearing one of the two gene-altering bracelets around her wrist that he had gifted to the twins next door.

Well, that answered a few questions about “Tammy” that Edward didn’t care enough to ask about.

For a split-second, Dennis made a frustrated, panicked expression and made sure to place a hand on her lower back and keep her midsection forced down over his crotch, as if he were trying to hide something, like his molecularly-supersized erection.

Like Edward gave a shit, which he didn’t, he thought to himself with a roll of his eyes, standing in the living room’s entryway with his long, white labcoat in tatters, stained with dry blood, and had dark soot covering nearly every inch of his clothes and uncovered flesh... but not the spotless, leather briefcase in his left grip.

“I did a ‘Secret Shopper’ thing to an old acquaintance of mine at one of their company’s new retail stores in Imperial City… Pretty sure I won.” He said, a weak smile appearing across his tired face.

The attractive eighteen-year-olds just stared at him in silence for a few moments with blank, wide-eyed expressions.

“Do you even know what ‘Secret Shopper’ means, Uncle Eddy?” The tall, shirtless, barrel-chested, and extremely muscular Dennis asked.

“Nope.” Edward simply said. “I did manage to buy one of the original models of their raygun before my cover was blown, though. Right before that cheeky retail worker got lippy about my hair.” Dennis and Tammy’s faces each followed the overly-sensitive, bald-headed Edward as he slowly walked on over towards his brother-in-law’s recliner and plopped his dirty self down onto it, a light cloud of smoke poofing outward as a result. “I will admit, having an automated flamethrower ready and waiting behind the counter was unexpected. Kudos to them for at least trying to deal with the competition in style.”

“What kind of a store has a flamethrower? That sounds awesome, aha.” Tammy lazily said as she glanced back towards her fuck-buddy for a second, her and Dennis’ eyes both as red as the Devil’s big, floppy dick.

“Sounds like the only kind of store you’d shop at, to be honest.” Dennis nodded. “So that’s where you’ve been for the past week.”

Edward brought up and set the briefcase in his lap, then turned to meet his nephew’s eyes. “Where I’ve been is not important, and I honestly just decided to stop by there on my way back here from Cuba.”

“Cuba?” Zoey, Edward’s tall, beautiful, flat-chested, labcoat-wearing, and (clearly) gothic intern asked as she entered from the main hallway with her arms crossed and face scrunched up in frustration. “Last week, all you said before leaving was that you were going to the store for a pack of smokes.”

“For a pack of damn good smokes.” Edward said, his expression as serious and stoic as ever, but was cut short by Zoey’s bizarre sense of newfound impatience. “And for half the price of a—”

“Do you know how many orders have piled up since you’ve been gone? I’ve been working my ass off since you left!”

“None! What the hell are you talking about?!”

“The Lab’s phone has been ringing constantly!” Zoey screeched.

“I unplugged it, you lying bitch!” Edward roared back in retaliation.

“NO YOU DIDN’T! OR, YOUR STUPID ASS MUST’VE FORGOT, JUST LIKE YOU DO WITH EVERYTHING ELSE IN YOUR WORTHLESS LIFE!”

“OH, BOO-FUCKIN’—HOO! DID I MAKE A SILLY LITTLE MISTAKE?! AT LEAST I DIDN’T WIPE OUT HALF OF CUBA BY UNLEASHING A BRAIN-EATING VIRUS ON THE POPULATION!”

“... Is that what that button did?” Zoey asked, her fearsome, furious, red-face shifting back to its natural paleness in a flash.

“Nah… It got you to calm down though, didn’t it?”

Zoey’s shoulders slumped in both astonishment, and defeat.

“By the way, where were you when I first came in? That back-and-forth would’ve been perfect.”

“Uh, Uncle Eddy?” Dennis asked, having snatched the briefcase from Edward’s lap during the shouting match, now actively sifting through its plain, unimpressive contents of business clothes with his topless, large-breasted, rasta-beanie-wearing friend. “Where’s that raygun you were talking about?”

Edward and Zoey’s gaze both snapped towards where Dennis and Tammy were sitting, the two of them covered in a stranger’s clothing as they turned the suitcase upside-down to completely empty it.

It took a moment for Edward to realize that the briefcase he had left the store with had also been as dirty and burnt as himself, but he had also been too exhausted to recognize that the pristine one he snatched at the airport’s luggage area may not have been his own at the time of leaving the airport.

“... Oh, goddamn it.” Edward said, leaning forward to put his elbows on his knees while one hand rubbed at the bridge of his nose.

“Let me guess, you grabbed the wrong bag at the airport. Why am I not surprised?”

“WhY aM i NoT sUrPrIsEd?!” Edward mocked his intern in a mentally-ill tone, who was being more of a condescending bitch than usual. Actually, Zoey never acted like this. “What the Hell has gotten into you?”

“It’s her time of the month, I think.” Tammy giggled, stoned out of her mind and without any consideration for her own well-being. “The crimson tide hits Zoey like a tru—...”

Tammy slumped over onto her giant tits just after a black, short-heeled shoe had been thrown at her, making impact with the short-haired brunette’s temple.

Zoey stormed out of the room and back down the hallway with an exasperated growl/sigh, or whatever that disgruntled sound she made technically was.

“Nice shot.” Edward called out to her, pulling out his phone from a pocket in his coat. “I guess I should call Trixie for a gadget extraction. She’d better not be busy, these rayguns can potentially cause as much havoc as my stuff can.”

“What does it do, exactly?” Dennis asked, slapping an unconscious Tammy’s large, wobbly cheeks like a set of bongo drums over the pair of jeans short-shorts she wore.

“Exactly what the name of the company implies. Functional Equipment To Improve Sexual Happiness, or ‘F.E.T.I.S.H.’ for short. Their iconic ray-gun naturally instills nearly any perversion into an individual’s mind without them being aware of it, causing them to think that they’ve always been a fan of said perversion, and the slight memory-correction transition is virtually seamless. I planned on dissecting it to figure out how the reality-altering algorithm is coded into its functionality... I also would’ve called it the ‘Kink Kannon’, but that’s beside the point.” Edward grumbled.

“Huh… Where do you think it wound up?”

“Dunno’, don’t care. Trixie’ll figure it out, just like she always does.” Edward shrugged, dialing his daughter’s phone number. “At least we know it’s either in or around town. That’s more than she usually has to go on.”

Chapter 1:

Lockdown Blues

“I’m sooo bored.” Connie sighed, laying on her back in the middle of the living room floor. “Ugh.”

“Yeah.” Jerry agreed, sprawled out longways on the couch. “This lockdown is just as lame as the first one.”

The pair of siblings let out audible sighs of frustration, unable to either go out and hang out with their friends or head to someplace like the mall just to kill time. It’d been over a year, and just when things appeared to be getting back to normal, the world was on the brink of completely shutting down again thanks to a mystery virus that wasn’t much more deadly than the common cold. Hell, both teens had been vaccinated, twice, but that didn’t count for much when more than half of the businesses around town were either closed or simply restricted people from interacting with each other in a fun way.

Connie, who was on the verge of turning twenty-years-old, was having a much harder time with being stuck at home than her younger brother, being the furthest thing away from an introvert as one could imagine.

Jerry, who had just recently become of age, was more than used to sitting around all day playing video games or watching WhoTube videos since graduating from highschool, but by the time the first city-wide quarantine had ended, the young man had learned to appreciate being outdoors and in social situations much more than before.

Sadly, it looked as though they were both right back to where they started.

At least the two had each other to kill time with, sort of. Connie and Jerry got along pretty well, but neither of them really had much in common with the other. She’d tried to play video games with him in the past, but usually ends up getting frustrated and quitting in less than ten minutes. And Jerry, well, he’s made attempts to sit around and gossip with his sister like she and her friends do, but his mind tends to drift off and stop listening not too long into her dramatic meandering.

“That’s it!” Jerry said, abruptly jumping up from the couch, startling Connie in the process. “I can’t take it anymore!”

“Would you stop yelling? Jeez.” Connie groaned, then rolled over onto her stomach.

Jerry caught an eyeful of her braless, C-cup breasts as she did so, and tried his best not to stare for too long at the side-cleavage exposed under her outstretched arms from the cut-out of her loose, orange tank-top, or at the round, perky butt that was now on open display and only covered by a pair of basic, tight, white panties.

“I will, if you put some pants on.” Jerry said as his shoulders slumped from pent-up, sexual exasperation while his member twitched and began swelling from within his navy-blue basketball shorts. “It’s hard to tell which one of us is the pervert in this story when you’re dressed like that.”

“Maybe we’re both perverts. Ever think of that?” She mumbled, a little too loudly.

“What?”

“What?”

“I’m home!” Called out their father, Victor Jordenson, as he opened the front door of their house and walked inside. In just a few seconds, the man entered the living room where his two offspring were hanging out, dressed in a red polo-shirt and beige, khaki pants. Connie had already been climbing to her feet at the sound of her father’s voice, and jumped up onto the tall man to give him a big hug. “Whoa, hey there, sweetie!”

“I’m glad you made it back safe, dad.” Connie said just before giving him a peck on the cheek and letting go of his neck. “Did you bring us anything back from Imperial?”

“Yeah!” Jerry blurted, suddenly excited by the reminder of a souvenir from a city full of the richest and most attractive people on the planet. That, and it’s the only place in the world that sells super hi-tech equipment that can alter the minds and bodies in certain ways, primarily to either look more attractive and better in bed, from the rumors he’s heard floating around the internet. It was unlikely that any of it was true, given that there’s never been any direct video evidence of stuff like that actually happening, but Jerry enjoyed the fantasy nonetheless, and remained hopeful. “Was it as crazy as everyone says it is?”

Victor laughed at that. “I guess you could say that. It was definitely a nice change of environment, but I wouldn’t say that place was much different from L.A..”

The tall, brown-haired man set the dusty, soot-covered suitcase down in his chair and popped it open, only just then realizing how strange it was that his luggage had gotten so dirty on the flight.

“I did get you two a couple of things from a shop, though, and—...” Victor paused for a moment once the container opened, quickly figuring out that what he had there was, in fact, not his suitcase. “Ah, darn it!”

Connie and Jerry looked at their father with worried, curious expressions on their faces.

“What’s wrong, dad?” Connie asked.

“Did you forget your hair-dye in the hotel again?” Jerry snickered.

“No, I- shut up.” He said, shooting his son an annoyed glance. “My luggage got switched up at the airport.” Victor said with a sigh, slowly untucking his shirt from the waistband of his pants, not bothering to dig further down into the case past the crumpled-up labcoat and numerous pairs of male undergarments. “That sucks… And I was really excited to show you two the shirts I brought home as souvenirs.”

Connie and Jerry grimaced, almost thankful they didn’t have to pretend to be grateful for such lame presents.

So much for crazy-fun magic sex tech, Jerry though with a frown.

“Do you want me to call the airport for you?” Connie offered, wearing a sympathetic mask on her face as she already began walking towards where her cellphone lay on the floor.

“If you don’t mind, that’d be great, honey.” Victor said with a yawn. “I could really use a shower and a nap, this jet-lag is killing me.”

In just a few moments, Jerry was standing in front of the couch and gazing at his father’s suitcase, while Connie had lazily laid back down on the carpet on her stomach and perched up on her elbows, waiting to get ahold of someone from the airlines.

Jerry shrugged, and out of pure boredom, wandered over to the open suitcase and pulled out the labcoat only after a few seconds of hesitation.

The stained, white stretch of clothing went all the way down to his feet, despite the fact he was holding the shoulders of it several inches above his head. Wow, he thought. Jerry was fairly tall, standing at 5′10, but it looked like the owner of the coat had at least four or five inches of height over him.

He chuckled, then folded it up better than it had been when sitting in the case, until he noticed something odd laying there in the center of a mess of dirty socks and underwear.

“Hm?” Jerry set the labcoat down on the arm of the recliner and reached in for the item in question, which turned out to be some kind of plastic, toy raygun, like something you’d see in the bargain bin at a discount store. He held it in front of his face and closely examined it, wondering why it was in this guy’s suitcase.

Maybe it was a present for one of his kids, or it could be a—...

Holy shit, he thought, having found the dial located on the cheap-looking device, the one lined with around fifty different symbols that were made up of vaguely sexual images.

He’d heard of this thing before. A highly-advanced piece of hardware designed to overwrite significant portions of a person’s thought-process and personality traits, created by a company known as F.E.T.I.S.H.. Jerry always forgot what the acronym stood for when the memory of it resurfaced, but the rumors of that raygun circulating online was his first introduction into the world of mysterious, perverted technology.

The thing he held in his hands certainly fit the description of it.

Was today his lucky day, or was this just another one of God’s sick pranks?

There was only one way to find out…

“Alright… Yeah, no, that’s pretty much what I expected to hear… Yes ma’am... Uh huh, you have a nice day as—”

Jerry, having set the dial to the symbol representing a pulled-up top revealing a pair of tits, stopped breathing for a short while after having aimed the gun towards Connie and pulled the flimsy trigger.

Her entire body froze for a few seconds and the whole of her figure became wrapped in a magnificent, golden light.

It was real, he thought to himself as a thin trail of drool began to leak from his slightly open mouth.

Once the light faded and she began speaking again, Jerry was blown away that she hadn’t noticed that anything had just happened to her, and quickly tucked the gun away in the back of his shorts’ waistband.

“—as well.” Connie said, then dropped her phone back onto the floor and sighed. “They don’t know where dad’s stuff is. Apparently, the briefcase he brought home wasn’t even registered, so they don’t even know who it belongs to.” Connie cocked a suspicious eyebrow at her brother, who was just standing by their father’s chair and nervously staring at her with an erection.

“What?” She asked, still propped up on her elbows with her stomach and thighs pressed up against the carpet.

“Oh, uh…” Jerry stammered, doing his best to act casual as he slowly turned and walked back over towards the couch. He was careful sitting down, making sure that the raygun wouldn’t go off by accident due to him moving in a way that he shouldn’t. Just as he plopped down, Connie was climbing back up to her feet. “I was just wondering, can I see your tits?”

Jerry, expecting his sister to burst out into laughter and mock him, instead watched Connie shrug with a blank expression and instantly brought her hands down to the bottom-lining of her tank-top.

“Oh, sure thing!” She said, then shamelessly lifted her top up just above her perky breasts, causing them to bounce out and jiggle openly in the cool air of the living room. “All you had to do was ask, y’know.”

Jerry’s eyes bulged out of his head and his rock-solid erection threatened to rip through the confines of his shorts in that short moment.

Her long, blonde hair swished around her head in a ponytail as her body eagerly wiggled and shook to make her gorgeous tits bounce around for her brother’s amusement.

“C-can I touch them?” He couldn’t help himself, he had to ask. How much of his sister’s mind did the gun alter just then? Jerry wondered, imagining all of the different ways that he could finally lose his virginity. Any reservations he had towards the fact that Connie was his sister had flown out the window, and his hormone-driven desires forced him to think of her only as a sexy piece of meat in that instant.

Being indoors for too long had likely taken its toll on his psyche as well, but that was just mild speculation lingering at the back of Jerry’s mind.

Sadly, Connie wasn’t too keen on her brother’s suggestion, and lowered her shirt back down and gave him a look of disapproval.

“Uh, no?” She said, as if she hadn’t been giving him a mini-striptease just then. “Showing you, Hell, showing anyone my tits is all in good fun, but you’re my brother, and having you of all people play with them would just be awkward…”

Jerry was amazed at how her mind was working as she explained herself.

“Right, sorry.” He said, blushing like a dork who was, and should be ashamed of himself, being sure to cover the outline of his erection as casually as possible with his hands. “The lockdown combined with you never wearing pants is really screwing with me.”

Connie rolled her eyes, but it seemed that a smile she tried to suppress had slipped through.

“Whatever.” She said, turning around towards the hallway and began towards her room. “I’ll just leave before you lose control of yourself, or something.”

Jerry watched her smooth ass wiggle out of view as she left, curious to know if the noticeable sway in her hips was intentional or not.

And just like that, Jerry was alone in the living room for the first time that afternoon.

Alone with a powerful device that was brandished as soon as he was in the clear.

A powerful device that was about to be tested out once more on his mother, who was in the backyard tending to her garden.

Without a second thought, Jerry jumped up from his seat on the couch and dashed through the house to the backdoor, and he felt the sun’s rays beating down on his skin before he knew it.

He looked around and spotted his mother fairly quickly in a small, fenced-in corner of the yard. She was hunched down on her knees in the dark, loose soil and was digging at the ground with a gardening fork, barely visible at all through the long stalks of unbloomed and half-bloomed sunflowers. All Jerry could make out of the healthy, middle-aged woman was her whicker sunhat and the blue of her jeans-overalls she wore, but he knew that the pale, freckled skin of her arms and clothed legs were covered with dirt, just as they usually were when she was out there working.

Most importantly, the sweet and loving mother, Samantha Jordenson, was likely drenched from head-to-toe in water and sweat.

Jerry set the dial on the raygun to an icon that resembled a small, happy family, then aimed and pulled the trigger in her direction.

The glow illuminating from the short jungle of flower-stalks was all he needed as confirmation, but Jerry wasn’t finished just yet.

Again, he reset the dial to what appeared to be an image of lips wrapped around a cock, then pulled the trigger once more.

After another glow from afar, Jerry eagerly skipped over towards the metal shed next to the garden and slid open one of it’s sliding double-doors to tuck the device away on a nearby shelf inside that was covered with junk and dust.

When Jerry went to the garden and walked past its perimeter once that was all taken care of, he was welcomed by the sight of his mother bent over and ripping into the ground with her forked tool. She noticed him instantly, then slowly sat up on her knees while wiping her sweaty forehead with the back of the cleanest part of her left arm’s sleeve. She smiled and sighed a breath of satisfaction at her hard work, looking up into her son’s eyes as his own were glued to the shiny cleavage bulging out of her top.

Usually, Samantha would just roll her eyes and shake her head at her son’s wandering gaze. Admittedly, she had a pretty impressive pair of breasts, and it was only natural for a healthy teen’s focus to be on those sorts of things. Only this time, she felt her heart skip a beat at the forwardness of Jerry’s lustful gaze and hungry expression.

Samantha’s already reddened face noticeably became a shade more-so at the ideas that began swimming around in her thoughts. Images of Jerry reaching in to grab her short, blonde hair and force his cock down down her throat; of him pushing her down onto the ground to stuff his cock in her needy, neglected pussy; of him doing anything and everything he absolutely wanted to her DD-cup-sized tits flooded through Samantha’s mind. She’d always believed that deep down, incest was deep-rooted kink that would surphace in her idle, day-to-day fantasies (thanks to the memory-correction feature of the raygun), but she couldn’t ever remember seeing Jerry in the light that she currently saw him in.

She knew Jerry had a great figure from his time as a competition swimmer in highschool, but now she was appreciating his tight, defined arms and impressive calves in all sorts of new ways. Samantha could only imagine from the snake-like bulge in his shorts and the slight outline of a six-pack in his white T-shirt how sexy he looked without them on, but fortunately for her, Jerry generously pulled down on his shorts and revealed one of those two things for her to see. The two still not having spoken a word to each other, Samantha didn’t need any other cue to know what Jerry wanted of her when he took a step closer and grabbed his cock by the base, angling its big, circumcised head just an inch or two away from her lips.

With wide, hopeful eyes, she looked up from where his thick cock was dangling and up into her son’s grinning face.

“Can I?” Samantha asked softly, bringing her thin, gentle hands up to grab at it without even waiting for an answer.

“Ah-ah-ahhh.” Jerry awkwardly sang just before they made contact, his voice betraying how nervous the eighteen-year-old virgin actually was. “J-just your mouth. Your hands are, uh…”

Samantha blinked in surprise, then let out a giggle as she looked at her dirt-covered palms.

Oh, right, she thought to herself, silly me.

She then lowered them down to the tight space in between her plump thighs, already messaging the wet spot her trembling pussy was making.

Regardless, Samantha didn’t need to be told another word after being ordered to just use her mouth. That was probably—, no, that was definitely her favorite way to service a cock, she believed. And with that, Samantha looked up into her sexy son’s eyes as she leaned forward a bit and gave the tip of his cock the most gentle of kisses.

His eight-inch rod of steel, however, twitched hard at the mere contact of her lips, and Jerry was mesmerized by what his bombshell-bodied mother had just done, paralyzed in the moment from both embarrassment and uncertainty.

Samantha giggled recoiled slightly when his big dick thumped against her heavily-freckled nose. She decided to take charge after that, fully realizing that her son was too nervous to know what to do at that point. Either way, Samantha was impressed with his actions thus far, and felt like her young man could use a reward for initiating the bond in their new type of relationship as mother and son.

She scooted forward on her knees to get her face up and close with his rod, and Jerry almost jumped back in retreat. Samantha sensed this was coming, so she’d reluctantly brought her hands up from rubbing her intimates so that they’d be able to firmly grasp his hips to keep him in place. She moved in close to his recently-shaved crotch, trailing her tongue along the side of his lengthy shaft the entire way, then reversed the motion until her lips once again found the tip of Jerry’s sensitive fuckstick.

Slowly, and careful to keep her teeth from doing much more than gentle grazing, Samantha parted her full lips and took Jerry’s cock in her mouth as much as it would allow.

Bottoming out in the back of her throat and looking down at his mother’s erotic, perverted expressions of satisfaction just from being able to suck cock, Jerry couldn’t believe how amazing the walls of her salivating mouth felt around his fat cock. His knees buckled slightly, and he let out a few audible groans while one of his eyes twitched in ecstasy. Holy fucking Hell, Jerry thought, this was the absolute greatest day of his entire fucking life!

“Oh, fuck yeah.” Jerry sighed, reaching in and raking his hands through Samantha’s slick, sweat-drenched hair. He couldn’t help but notice how much he enjoyed seeing the ocean of cleavage in his mother’s top jiggle and wobble around like fresh jelly as she eagerly bobbed her head back and forth over the top-half of his throbbing member. “You’re really good at sucking cock, mom. You and dad must do this all the time when me and Connie aren’t around.”

Samantha moaned and gave another firm dive down onto Jerry’s beefy schlong again, almost being able to stuff three-fourths of it down her stubborn throat. The words coming out of his mouth were driving her wild, knowing full-well that the cock she was sucking was in fact Jerry’s, her own son’s. Deep down, she knew that Victor would never approve, nor would he understand how amazing it felt to have Jerry’s cock in her mouth, but that wouldn’t stop her from turning the act into a secret hobby of hers from now on, she wickedly mused to herself.

It wasn’t long before Jerry’s big dick began to twitch and spasm in Samantha’s mouth, and he found himself blowing the biggest load he’d ever produced straight down his mother’s greedy throat. He grunted and groaned as his knees shook and his body twitched, all the while she was holding onto his hips for dear life and trying to make sure that every drop of his delicious seed was swallowed up. It turned out to be just a bit too much for her to handle, but Samantha didn’t pull off, she couldn’t find the willpower to do so. As a result, cum began to leak out from the corners of her mouth and two big globs of it shot out of her nose. Samantha’s eyes were bloodshot and tears were rolling out from their ducts, having been overwhelmed by the intense and taboo act that the two of them had just performed.

Jerry sighed and slowly pulled out of his mother’s mouth, his member already twitching with interest as watched his seed and her saliva dripping down onto her big, heaving breasts below. His mind was blown by what he’d just done, and any lingering doubts that could’ve surfaced on the raygun’s validity were nowhere to be found. Thanks to his favorite new toy, Jerry’s head began to spin with all sorts of ideas on how he could, would, and totally should rewire the personalities of those who lived with him, his loving, happy family members.

And the day was still young, he thought to himself, gazing down at distraught and sexually stimulated mother as he tucked his semi-hard cock away in his shorts.

Samantha was still gathering herself, now plainly sitting back on her ass in the dirt while looking to the side for a particular item. Once found, she reached over to pick up the running garden-hose nearby and held it above her messy self without a second thought. In doing so, the various fluids that her upper body was drenched in were washed off by the icy cold stream of water flowing from the hose.

Jerry was tempted to hang around there in the garden with her as he watched Samantha soak herself and wash off her face and hands, enjoying the way that the afternoon sun was reflecting off of her ample, jiggling cleavage.

His sister, of course, had to give him a heart attack from where she stood over by the back door, though.

“Hey, Jerry!” Connie called out unexpectedly, which forced him to turn and face her with an expression that mimicked a deer getting caught in a pair of headlights. “Tell mom that she doesn’t need to cook tonight, dad’s ordering pizza!”

Jerry blinked a few times, having almost forgotten that Connie couldn’t see their mother from where she lay on the ground thanks to all of the waist-high plants around him.

“Oh, cool!” He said, then gave her an awkward nod of approval before looking down at Samantha, who froze up when her husband was mentioned. “Did you hear that, mom?”

“Uh, yeah, okay sweetie!” She called out, covered in water and with an expression not unlike her son’s had just been. “Tell him I’ll be inside here in a few!”

“Kay!” Connie said, turning back into the house without a single suspicious thought floating around in her head.

“Victor’s home?” Samantha asked, her heart pounding inside of her chest. “Why didn’t you tell me he was back from his business trip?”

“I was going to, but then I saw you down in the dirt with your tits almost hanging out of your top.” Jerry said, feeling just like a God in that moment for getting away with all he’d done so far. “What was I supposed to do? Not pull out my dick so that you couldn’t go to town on it? What kind of a son would I be, then?”

Samantha didn’t have any other response to that other than genuine laughter. She sat there giggling for a solid minute as she processed what all had just happened, her mind quickly coming to terms with the new intimacy she shared with Jerry. And y’know what, she thought to herself in regards to what her son had just said, fair enough!

“When did you turn into a man, young man?” She snickered. “I’m almost mad at myself for not jumping you when you turned eighteen!”

Jerry grinned, his ego inflating over his slutty mom’s compliment.

“Oh well, I guess it can’t be helped.” Samantha said as she maneuvered herself and slowly climbed to her feet, standing just an inch shorter than Jerry once fully standing. “Keep this to yourself, and keep your door unlocked tonight, my sexy little man.”

“Sure thing, mom.” Jerry chuckled, turning to walk out of the garden and towards the house. A sharp pinch on the ass caused him to jump forward and flinch, and he glanced back at his giggling mother giving him a wink and blowing him a kiss before turning back to the house.

As soon as the coast was clear and Samantha was back inside the house, Jerry planned on going back to the shed to retrieve his new F.E.T.I.S.H. Raygun.

While he was satisfied with the simple changes that’d been made to his mother and sister, Jerry certainly wasn’t done for the day.

There was still a lot of work that needed to be done, and he was going to make the most of this lockdown for all being stuck at home was worth.

‘Besides, Jerry could always just change them back with one of the dials whenever he wanted.’ He thought, then paused for a brief second in fear as his hand was placed on the doorknob to the house. ‘Yeah, there had to be some dial on there that could turn someone back to normal...’

‘Right?’