; ; Perhaps a simple hypnotist's show can help us tell who our real friends are ; ... on the Pumpkin's Night.
; ; Dickie Grayson had been fat since he could remember -- not enormously so, but ; he had just always found video games more exciting than standing around ; sweating with his hand stuffed into a glove, waiting to get hit by a baseball ; that strayed into left field.
; ; He had been an embarrassment to his parents, well-kept good-looking people ; each. When he was twelve, his dad had tried taking him with him jogging, which ; was just cruel. His only weapon to defend against perversity like that was ; "the voice" -- to complain in his most annoying screech-whine until his dad ; snapped back at him, "All right! Stay here and GET FAT, then!"
; ; Exactly what Dickie wanted. The "stay there" part, anyway; and he didn't see ; the "get fat" part as too large a price to pay.
; ; When he graduated high school, the video games were even fancier and better ; than ever, and work was as miserable as sports. He knew his parents were going ; to throw him out of the house one of these days, probably right after they ; made him get a job, but as long as he could hold them off with his ; screech-honed voice and his sullen demeanor, he was going to.
; ; "Hey, Mom," he mumbled as he shambled into the kitchen for breakfast.
; ; She was sitting at the table, but there was no plate being kept warm by the ; stove. There wasn't even a fry pan in the sink from where she had fixed eggs! ; "Oh, maaaaaaan! Didn't you fix breakfast?!" he turned to her.
; ; She was just sitting there in the chair at the table, staring off into space. ; Looking goofy. Like she was stunned or something.
; ; "I said, 'Didn't you fix breeeeeeaaakfast?!'"
; ; She just continued sitting there, staring off.
; ; He walked up to her. "What's wrooong with you?"
; ; No response.
; ; "Mom?" He lightly shoved her shoulder. "Mama?"
; ; She shook as he pushed her, then just settled back into staring off. Her ; breathing seemed to be fine. Had she turned into some type of freaking goof? ; Had she fried her--
; ; Wait a minute ....
; ; Last night she and Dad had gone out with the Evansons to see some hypnotist's ; show or something.
; ; Maybe ... she had ...
; ; Dickie swallowed.
; ; Maybe she had volunteered. And this guy had ... hypnotized her. And she had ; just now ... slipped back into a trance.
; ; Suddenly, she didn't look so goofy, sitting there all stunned. She looked ... ; hot.
; ; His Mom was only 35 (yeah, he had done the math -- shut up about it), and was ; incredibly well-kept. He knew she dyed her hair red, and once, after three ; days of pestering with "the voice" -- she had relented and told him that she ; was naturally a dishwater blonde, whatever that was. He like her better red.
; ; She was ... one hot babe! Especially sitting here all vulnerable in a trance ; and everything!
; ; Maybe ... maybe this hypnotist guy had thought so too, and given her a ; post-hypnotic command to come back to his dressing room after the show. Maybe ; ... she had been sitting here this morning, remembering how good it felt to be ; bent over and stuffed full of hypnotist's cock and just ... craved it so much ; she slipped back into the trance.
; ; "Mom?" he checked one more time to make sure it was safe, "You BITCH." That ; should bring her out of it if she was faking.
; ; Nothing.
; ; He knelt beside her and ... cupped those tits with his hands.
; ; God!
; ; Squeeze.
; ; Nothing from her -- just dull, staring accession to his feeling her up.
; ; Oh, MAN! Yeah!
; ; He untucked her blouse from her shorts, then reached up between her chest and ; the blouse to squeeze those bra-covered honeys!
; ; She blinked.
; ; Yeah! This was getting GOOD to her TOO! Feelin' the rush of getting her JUGS-
; ; "Dickie?!" her face bunched up, aghast.
; ; Then her palm clipped him across the cheek.
; ; Dickie disentangled his forearms from her blouse, stood and backed up a couple ; steps. Shit.
; ; "GOD?! What the HELL are you DOING?!"
; ; "Nuthin'."
; ; She stood up out of the chair and took a couple steps back from the boy. Then ; her mouth grimmed, and she hauled off and slapped him again. "You keep your ; hands OFF me, you little monster!"
; ; "But Moooooom! You were just sitting here, staring off into space! I was ; trying to resuscitate you or somethin'!"
; ; She jabbed her finger at him. "Don't you lie to me, Dickie!"
; ; "Jeeeeez, I'm not lyin'! You were like a zombie or something."
; ; "I can't BELIEVE you DID that! Dickie!"
; ; "Well ... how'd I get my hands up your blouse without you stoppin' me, if you ; WEREN'T in a trance? Hmm?"
; ; "Go. To. Your. Room. Now," she commanded him, voice clipped with indignation. ; "I am going to tell your father when he gets home, and ... and it's time you ; got a job, Dickie. It's time you got a job and moved out of this house."
; ; "Maaaaaaaama," he grumbled.
; ; "No. I have put up with you for eighteen and a half years. I don't have to do ; it anymore. You're moving out of here, young man."
; ; With a sigh, Dickie turned and left the kitchen. Bitch. He suspected that even ; "the voice" wasn't going to get him out of this one.
; ; ---
; ; Dickie Grayson was laying back on him bed, musing. Yeah, he was probably going ; to have to get his own place after this morning, but there were bigger things ; at stake here.
; ; The bitch HAD been in a trance. She had been sitting there, staring off into ; space, wide open to suggestions.
; ; And if Mrs Evanson had volunteered too, maybe SHE was slipping back into ; trances, as well. And she was just as hot as his mother!
; ; Maybe ... maybe he would even have them do a little girl-on-girl action with ; each other for him if he got the chance!
; ; His stomach rumbled. Time for his mid-morning snack.
; ; Hey! That's right! He had missed breakfast because Mom had been such a bitch ; after she had caught him with his hands up her shirt. And then he had been too ; distracted thinking about the possibilities to remember to eat.
; ; God, what was WRONG with him?! He really WAS famished! He got up and headed ; upstairs to the kitchen.
; ; His Mom was there, washing the china in the sink. She was doing the "fall ; cleaning" thing -- which meant she kept bugging him too with cleaning chores.
; ; "I didn't tell you you could come out, Dickie," she informed him over her ; shoulder.
; ; "Sorry, Mom," he opened the fridge, "Geneva convention and all. Starvation's ; cruel and unusual. Ya gotta let the prisoners eat." He began shifting food ; items out and onto the counter, then got a plate and began loading up for his ; snack.
; ; "I promise you, Dickie," she said as she went back to washing china, "you ; won't be a 'prisoner' in this house much longer."
; ; It wasn't time for "the voice" yet. Let her get her bitching out of her ; system, then he'd start an aurally sculpted campaign of whining until she ; couldn't take the tone anymore and broke down and let him stay.
; ; He carried his plate to the table, leaving the containers of leftovers on the ; counter, then began working the food into his mouth and down his esophagus, ; not unlike trying to wedge a couple t-shirts and bath towels through a ; gym-sock, into his waiting gut.
; ; "Do you feel any shame at all for what you did this morning?" his mother ; interrupted him out of the blue when he was three-fourths done.
; ; Dickie rolled his eyes, his mouth full: bitch.
; ; He set the rest of his hoagie down, but it took several seconds for the food ; in his mouth and gullet to journey the rest of the way to his gut and clear ; the speaking-tube for speaking, so to, ehr ... speak.
; ; "You are so UNFAIR to me!" he gasped when the final swallow cleared. "I was ; TRYING to SAVE YOUR LIFE! You were just sitting here, staring out into space! ; I thought you'd had a stroke or something! And I was trying to bring you out ; of it, and was going to call an ambulance if that didn't do it!"
; ; He grabbed his soda and gulped down a half-pint to lube everything up in the ; belly.
; ; "You've ALWAYS been unfair to me," he gasped when that was done going down. ; "You and Dad have ALWAYS treated me like I should be just like you. But I'm ; NOT! I'm my own person! And I don't WANT to have to do fall cleaning, or jog ; five miles everyday, or go to work eight-to-five. I want to be my own person!" ; So there.
; ; He looked at her to see how she was taking this. He'd planned on letting her ; vent a little more before he started in on her with "the voice", but she'd ; just pissed him off with that "aren't you ashamed" crap.
; ; She was standing there at the sink, looking out the window.
; ; Water running, hands not moving.
; ; "Mom?"
; ; Nothing.
; ; Ohgod! Ohgod! "Bitch?"
; ; Nothing.
; ; Goddam YES! Dickie left the rest of his hoagie and hopped up, scurried over to ; the entranced woman, and turned off the water. He opened his mouth, then ; shivered. God! He was ready to piss his pants with excitement here! He took a ; deep breath, then tried to continue without a quivering voice.
; ; "Here-- here are some post-hypnotic commands for you.
; ; "You want--" he swallowed, "you want to show your breasts to Dickie. You want ; to find some way to show them to him so bad that you don't know what to do."
; ; He fidgeted with excitement. Don't forget to set up the future, he told ; himself -- wish for a million wishes, and all that. "And-- and anytime I say ; 'milkshake', you'll slip back into this trance and be totally open and ; receptive to everything I say!
; ; "And-- and you'll just be my all-around sex slave! Anything Dickie wants, ; you'll let him do! Got that?"
; ; He swallowed. Did that have everything?
; ; Oh, yeah. "And you'll tell him the truth. You'll always answer truthfully ; every question he asks you. You'll be completely truthful. Got that?" Good ; safety net, that one -- he could always ask her if she was plotting to escape ; his clutches or anything.
; ; She blinked. If this was like last time, that probably meant she was coming ; out of--
; ; "Why did you turn the water off, Dickie?" she scowled at him standing beside ; her. "I was busy washing the china."
; ; "No, you weren't. You were staring off into space again. Just like this ; morning. And I was trying to make sure you were okay again." He let his tone ; turn sarcastic, "And you'll notice that this time I didn't accidentally brush ; your breasts while I was trying to revive you."
; ; "My, uhm ...," she looked down at them, "my breasts?"
; ; "Yeah," he smiled with a little resentment. "See? Untouched."
; ; She looked down at them again, then distractedly reached back toward the china ; and turned the water back on.
; ; "Whatcha thinkin' about?" Dickie taunted her.
; ; "I'm trying to think of some excuse to show you my breasts." Then her eyes ; widened, and she jerked her gaze toward him. "I mean-- uhm--"
; ; YES! There WAS a god for fat people! And He was a kindly god!
; ; "I mean, I shouldn't think such thoughts! But I'm ... trying to find some ; pretext to, uhm ... uncover them for you."
; ; "Aww, that's okay, Mom. I'm okay with it," he raised both hands to tit-height, ; took a step toward her and rested each boob in a palm.
; ; Her palm whacking against his cheek was unexpected and rattled him a little.
; ; "Hey!" he scowled at her. "What's the matter with you?!"
; ; "For Chrissakes, Dickie! You don't touch your mother that way!"
; ; "You're supposed to be my sex slave!"
; ; Her palm crossed his cheek yet another time. "Go to you room! You little-- !"
; ; Okay, something had gone wrong. Time to fix it. "Milkshake."
; ; "No! You've already stuffed your face. No more food. Go to your room! Right ; now, young man!"
; ; "But--" But-- "But-- milkshake!"
; ; She jabbed her finger toward the basement in case the boy had forgotten the ; layout of the house. "To your room! Now!"
; ; He just stared at her. What had happened? Part of it seemed to have taken, at ; least for a few moments. But now, she was like some kind of screeching harpy. ; What was--
; ; "Dickie! Go! To! Your! Room! Now! You! Are! Being! Punished!"
; ; "What is WRONG with you, bitch?!"
; ; She slapped him again.
; ; Glaring at her, he headed to his room.
; ; ---
; ; There was a knock on the door of Dickie's bedroom, then it opened, and his ; mother's face poked in. "Dickie, I need to dust in here. For the fall ; cleaning."
; ; Bitch! First she screamed at him and sent him to his room; then she wanted to ; just barge in and dust. "Well, I don't want you to."
; ; Her mouth drew to a line, and she cocked her head. "Well ... it's not your ; house, mister." She stepped in.
; ; Dickie's eyes widened hugely.
; ; She was still wearing her levi shorts, socks and tennis shoes. She still had ; that gorgeous red hair pulled back with a hair clip as she cleaned. But, ; instead of her blouse ... she was wearing some type of sheer lingerie cover.
; ; With no bra on.
; ; Her-- ! Her-- !
; ; "M-Mom?!"
; ; She turned to face him, feather duster in hand, and drew her shoulders back.
; ; Her NIPPLES COULD BE SEEN through the sheer material!
; ; "Yes?"
; ; "Mom?! Your-- your-- blouse?! What happened?!"
; ; She stood there, breasts unashamedly exposed through the lingerie. "I was ; trying to think of some way, some excuse, to show you my breasts. And I ; changed into this. I was going to tell you that I spilled water on the blouse ; and bra, and I didn't have anything else to change into than this teddy cover. ; I just-- I don't know. I wanted to show them to you." She swallowed hard. "And ; I have no idea why I'm telling this to you."
; ; "They're GREAT, Mom!" He stood up and stepped toward her. She continued ; standing there with them on display.
; ; "Well ... thank you. I'm still angry at you for the way you've been behaving ; today."
; ; Dickie was moving around them, viewing them from every angle, and this caused ; her nipples to perk up just a little.
; ; "They're WONDERFUL!"
; ; "Thank you, Dickie."
; ; "Can I touch them?"
; ; "No! OF COURSE you can't touch them!"
; ; "Why nooooot?!"
; ; "Because that would be inappropriate! You KNOW that, Dickie! Why are you ; acting like this today?!"
; ; "But isn't it just as inappropriate to SHOW THEM to me? Hmm?"
; ; "I, uhm ...," she fidgeted, but didn't move to cover them. "Yes."
; ; "Then why are you doing it?"
; ; "I ... don't have an answer for that, Dickie." Still on display.
; ; "Tell you what. I'll let you show them to me. And you let me squeeze them just ; a couple times." The hands came up in anticipation.
; ; "No! Certainly not!"
; ; "Milkshake."
; ; "Why do you keep saying 'milkshake'?"
; ; "Milkshake, milkshake, milkshake."
; ; She sighed and tapped her foot. Breasts still exposed.
; ; "Nothing?"
; ; "I have no idea what gets into you sometimes, Dickie," Candace Grayson shook ; her head, her breasts still open for viewing by her son through the sheer ; lingerie top.
; ; ---
; ; "I think you'd better pull on a bra and shirt."
; ; Candace Grayson was in her son Dickie's room, with nothing at all on above the ; waist, posing around the room under the pretext of doing fall cleaning.
; ; She had dusted his room earlier this morning in just a lingerie top, then had ; asked him if he wanted to have lunch with her. While she had been fixing her ; sandwich, she casually swiped the knife with mayonnaise on it over one nipple. ; "Oh, my. Look at what I've done now."
; ; Dickie had looked. He had practically drooled. "Do it again! Do it again!"
; ; "What?" She had raised one eyebrow. "This?" She had swiped the mayonnaise off ; the other side of the knife and around the erect nipple.
; ; Normally she didn't encourage her son like this, lazy, pudgy little perv that ; he had turned out to be. But today she was just SOOOO enjoying keeping his ; eyes on her breasts.
; ; "Let me," he had stood and stepped toward her, "let me spread the mayonnaise ; around on your breast -- pleeeeeease?"
; ; "No!" she scowled and raised her hands to block him. "No! Now you behave, or ; you can go back to your room."
; ; He dropped his hands, glaring at her. "Okay, Mother ... why DID you just smear ; mayonnaise around on your tit, then, if you--"
; ; "Dickie, you WILL NOT speak of my 'tits'! Is that understood, young man? You ; will not be disrespectful of me, and you will not use profanity in front of ; me!"
; ; "Why DID you just smear mayonnaise on your ... 'breast' ... Mother?"
; ; "I wanted to dirty the lingerie top so I'd have an excuse to take it off and ; show you my breasts. With nothing at all covering them."
; ; Dickie was grinning from ear to ear.
; ; "I mean-- I-- Why am I telling you these things?"
; ; "What? Are all your secret plans being let out of the bag?"
; ; "I ... just ...."
; ; "Well, go ahead and take it off and show them to me."
; ; "What?" she looked at him, unsure.
; ; "Okay," he sighed with a smirk, "we can do it your way. Gosh, Mother! You have ; mayonnaise all over your top. Maybe you'd better take it off." Confirming nod. ; "Before you get all sticky, or your skin gets irritated."
; ; She stared at him several seconds, then chewed her lip a few moments, then ; opened and removed the teddy cover.
; ; "Ohhhh! Those are NICE!" It was true. His mother was a babe.
; ; "Th-thank you, Dickie," she said, subconsciously puffing her chest out for ; him.
; ; "Are you sure I can't ... just ...," he had reached toward one of them.
; ; "No!" she slapped the hand away.
; ; Then they had gone back to Dickie's room, where she had enjoyed cleaning with ; nothing on above the waist the rest of the afternoon while Dickie had enjoyed ; watching.
; ; "I think you'd better pull on a bra and shirt," Dickie repeated. "Dad's going ; to get home in a little while, and if he finds us together with you running ; around topless, he's going to beat the shit out of me."
; ; Candace opened her mouth to chastise him for the profanity, but he was right. ; If Stephen caught her showing her breasts off to Dickie, he would not ; understand at all.
; ; "Or you could leave the bra off, and that way you could flash me all night."
; ; There was definitely something wrong with that idea, but ...
; ; Damn, it sounded exciting!
; ; She dressed for her husband, then started reheating the meatloaf. Stephen got ; home a little while later, kissed her, and headed back to the bedroom to ; change clothes.
; ; "Hey, Mom. Flash me."
; ; Candace looked at her son and shook her head, no. Stephen could be back out ; any moment, and something like that would ... not be explainable.
; ; Chuckling at her nervousness, Dickie walked up stand in front of her. "Then ; just pull your blouse out in the front so I can look down it."
; ; Candace gnawed her lip a couple seconds, then ... pulled her neckline open for ; him to look down.
; ; Dickie ogled, then looked back up with a smug grin -- she HAD left off the bra ; for him!
; ; "That's enough," she whispered nervously and let her neckline fall back ; in place. "Your father will be back out any moment."
; ; "Nah. We're just having meatloaf. Reheated meatloaf at that. He'll take his ; good time."
; ; "Dickie, that was just mean."
; ; "Well, I don't see him rushing back out here. Do you?"
; ; Stephen WAS taking a long time changing clothes, and a couple minutes later, ; Candace wandered back to see if he was okay.
; ; He was standing at the closet, just looking inside when she walked in. ; "Stephen? What's taking so long?"
; ; He just stood there, continuing to stare in the closet.
; ; "Stephen?"
; ; No response.
; ; "Stephen? Are you okay?" she stepped to him and shook his shoulder.
; ; Nothing.
; ; "Stephen?!"
; ; "Come on, you guys! Let's EAT!" Dickie came up the hall complaining.
; ; "Dickie! Something's wrong with your father!"
; ; Crap! Dickie hoped this didn't interfere with dinner! He stepped into their ; bedroom.
; ; "He's not-- he's just standing here, not answering me!"
; ; "Oh, cool!" Dickie stepped up to him. "Dad?" He gave him a little shove. "You ; with us, Dad?"
; ; "Dickie, don't hurt him. What's wrong with him?"
; ; "Nuthin' that we can't fix!" Dickie nodded his head, then turned back to his ; father. "Dad, no matter how angry you get, you won't try to hurt your son, ; understand?"
; ; "Dickie ... what are you doing?" Candace asked him.
; ; "And whenever Dickie asks you a question, you will answer with the whole, ; complete truth!"
; ; "What are you doing, Dickie?"
; ; "And--" God, Dickie was starting to brim with excitement about the ; possibilities here! "--and you don't mind if your wife and son fool around ; with teach other! In fact, it turns you on! It turns you on if they get naked ; with each other, or touch each other or do things with each other!"
; ; "Dickie!"
; ; "It turns you ON!" Dickie continued, ignoring his mother. "You WANT it to ; happen! Encourage it whenever you get the chance."
; ; Her hand clipped Dickie's cheek again. "Dickie! Stop that! What is WRONG with ; him?!"
; ; Stephen's eyes blinked, and he started moving again as she asked that.
; ; "Stephen! Are you okay?!"
; ; "Yeah, fine. Never better. Why wouldn't I be?"
; ; "You were ... just standing here."
; ; "Yeah, I was changing clothes."
; ; "No, you weren't moving. You were just standing there, in front of the ; closet. Like you were stunned or something."
; ; "I--" Stephen swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry, "I what?"
; ; "You were just ... standing in front of the--"
; ; "How long was I like that?! Did either of you say anything to me?!"
; ; "What-- what is going--"
; ; "Candace, answer me! Did either of you say anything to me while I was like ; that?!"
; ; "Dickie said a few things." They were too embarrassing to repeat.
; ; "What did he say?!" He turned to Dickie, then halted, getting his anger and ; anxiety under control. "What did you say to me, Dickie?"
; ; "Awwww ... nuthin' important," Dickie shook his head, a little smug grin on ; it, "Why you so worried about it anyway?"
; ; "Because Paula and Angie, a couple of the girls at the office, did the same ; thing today, and Dave and I had seen the hypnotist's show last night, and we ; gave them some suggestions, and they did everything we told them to." He ; looked guiltily toward his wife.
; ; "Gee, Dad ... what sort of suggestions would you give two office girls? Hmm?"
; ; "To strip down to their underwear when they came into either of our offices, ; and to give us blowjobs when we asked for them," he blurted, then his eyes ; widened, and he grimaced and shrugged to Candace's glare.
; ; "Oh, that's cool, Dad! How many times did you get blown?"
; ; "Four," his mouth betrayed him.
; ; Candace's slap clipped HIS cheek this time. "You ... BASTARD!"
; ; "Candace, I-- I don't know how-- I mean, I don't know what-- came over us."
; ; "That's okay, Dad. You'll never believe what Mom showed ME all afternoon!" ; Dickie was rather enjoying this.
; ; "Dickie, leave the room," his mother snapped at him. "Your father and I have ; things to discuss before--"
; ; "She was showin' me her tits all afternoon!"
; ; "You ... WHAT?!" Stephen eyes grew wide at his wife.
; ; "Dickie!" Candace snapped at him, "Language! And leave the room right now, or ; I will spank you, old as you are!" Then to her husband, "I did no such thing, ; Stephen. You, however, were ... getting-- with a SECRETARY-- God! I can't ; BELIEVE you would DO that, Stephen!"
; ; "Hey, Mom, what were you wearing when you knocked on my door and asked to come ; in to dust?"
; ; "I was wearing that sheer green cover from the teddy I got for our anniversary ; two years ago. Now leave, Dickie."
; ; "And what did you do at lunch, Mom?"
; ; "I pretended to accidentally get food on the teddy cover so I'd have an excuse ; to take it off and walk around topless in front of you all afternoon," her ; mouth betrayed her again.
; ; "Hey, Mom, do you want to show me your breasts now?"
; ; "So bad I can hardly stand it, Dickie."
; ; All three were silent several uncomfortable seconds.
; ; "Do it," Stephen whispered at last.
; ; "What?!"
; ; "Do it. Show them to him. Show Dickie your naked breasts! I WANT you to! It's ; OKAY! I don't mind!"
; ; "Go to HELL!"
; ; "C'mon, Mom, show me your titties!"
; ; "Language, young man!" she jabbed a finger toward him.
; ; "Dad's using it!"
; ; "Your father," she turned back to stare Stephen down as she said this, "is a ; shit."
; ; ---
; ; "C'mon, Mom, you know you want to show them to me. Remember how much fun you ; had running around this afternoon?"
; ; Dickie, Candace and Stephen were sitting around the dinner table, the meatloaf ; nearly gone as Dickie consumed it while his parents glared at each other.
; ; After a minute of silence, Dickie tried again, "C'mon, Mom. Show me. You can ; hardly stand NOT showing me."
; ; "No." She did look at her son, though. "Dickie, this morning ... I was like ; your father, wasn't I? In a trance?"
; ; "Twice!" Dickie grinned and nodded.
; ; "You .,. hypnotized your own MOTHER, Dickie?!"
; ; "Naw," he shrugged, "the hypnotist hypnotized you; I just took advantage of ; it."
; ; She turned her head to look at her husband. "But ... we didn't volunteer last ; night ..."
; ; "Show him," Stephen urged. "Take it off and show them to him."
; ; "Shut up, pig." She turned back to her son. "Dickie ... what all did you tell ; me to do this morning?"
; ; "Wouldn't you like to know?" he sing-songed.
; ; "Dickie, tell me."
; ; "Milkshake."
; ; "Why do you keep saying that? Does it make me do something?" She turned her ; head toward her husband. "Am I doing something when he says that?"
; ; "I know what I WISH you would do."
; ; Candace shook her head, disgusted. "Is that all it took, Stephen? Him just ; giving you one little suggestion? Now you ... get off on ... thinking about me ; baring my breasts for Dickie?"
; ; "Don't you?"
; ; "That's beside the point. You want to see me just ... take this blouse off and ; show him my breasts?" She studied her husband, could see his erection ; straining at his pants. "You want to see me ... go up and let him feel them? ; Where does it stop, Stephen? Are you going to get off if I give him oral sex? ; What if I spread my legs for him? Does THAT get you HARD?!"
; ; Stephen was slowly nodding, breathing deeply. "Do it," he whispered. "Yes. Do ; it. All of it. Please."
; ; She turned to see Dickie, whose tongue was also hanging out his mouth.
; ; "Never going to happen," she declared, and stood. "Nothing like that is ever ; going to happen."
; ; She began carrying the dishes from the table to the sink to wash them.
; ; It didn't look like anything interesting was imminent, so Dickie got bored and ; left.
; ; Stephen just sat at the table a few minutes, then went to get a pop from the ; fridge.
; ; "You need to shut that before you let all the cold air out, Stephen," Candace ; sighed as she finished the last of the dishes. You'd think the man was ; watching a TV in the refrigerator, he had spent so long staring in it.
; ; "Did you hear me, Stephen?" she asked as she hung up the dish towels. ; "Stephen?"
; ; Could ... it be? She walked up and shook his shoulder. "Stephen?"
; ; Stunned, staring off at nothing.
; ; Candace's eyes narrowed. "So ... you hypnotized those two office girls into ; fellating you, you sonofabitch? That is-- ! You are such a-- !"
; ; She took a deep breath to calm herself. "Okay, Stephen, from now on, you ; cannot get hard, no matter how much you try, until I tell you, 'get all hard, ; Stephen.' What do you think of that, you little asshole? And as soon as I say, ; 'get all soft, Stephen,' all the blood will drain out of your damned little ; penis and refuse to return until I command it to. Got that? Asshole?"
; ; "Hey Mom, what did you do with--" Dickie came loudly into the kitchen.
; ; "Dickie, go to your room. Now!"
; ; "What?"
; ; "To your room! Now, young man!"
; ; "Dad?" he called loudly.
; ; "Dickie! I told you to leave!"
; ; "Hey, you're reprogramming Dad! Cool! What did you tell him to do? Show his ; little weener to the neighbors?"
; ; With a moment of great will, she managed to not tell her son. "None of your ; business! Now return to your room right now!"
; ; Dickie stared right at his mother as he called, "Hey, Dad! Whenever you find ; Mom in a trance, the first thing you'll do is come get me! Got that?"
; ; Candace slapped the boy across the cheek again, then glared at him.
; ; He gave back a mean grin. "Just you wait." He smiled as he wandered back ; toward the basement. "Dad's going to come get me. And then you won't ever ; slap me again. You'll beg me to touch you, but you won't ever slap me again. ; So just you wait."
; ; "What ... is ...," Stephen started blinking again. He shut the refrigerator ; door, but knew from how cold his face was that he had been standing there a ; while -- a longer while than he remembered.
; ; "I ... did it again, didn't I? I slipped into a trance again, didn't I?"
; ; Candace just glared at him.
; ; "What did you tell me to do? Hungh?! What did you tell me to do, Candace?!"
; ; She subtly shook her head and walked off.
; ; "What did you DO to me?! What did you do?!"
; ; ---
; ; "I can't stand it anymore," Candace walked into Dickie's room at about 10:00 ; in a sheer-topped nightgown, sat on his bed, reached up behind her neck and ; undid the upper part of the lingerie, then lowered it to expose her breasts. ; "Look at them. You can't touch them, but just ... look at them for me."
; ; "Couldn't take it anymore, could you?"
; ; "No," she sighed, breathing a little easier now that they were free for him to ; look upon. GOD, this felt good. But, "What ... else ... did you tell me to do, ; Dickie?"
; ; "Hmm, why don't you tell me what you told Dad to do?"
; ; It was easier to resist blurting this time.
; ; "I ... can't, Dickie. It wasn't very nice, but I was angry about-- God, how ; could he order those two girls to fellate him?! Doesn't our marriage mean ; ANYTHING to him anymore?!"
; ; "Uh, no, I don't think so, Mom. Not anymore. As a matter of fact, I think ; nowadays he gets off on you betraying him. Especially to his son."
; ; "That wasn't funny, Dickie. We're going to have to fix that the next time he ; relapses into a trance."
; ; "You know what WAS funny, though? Why you didn't already fix him when he was ; freezing his face off in the fridge. Musta had one hell of a revenge plan ; going there, Mom."
; ; "We ... need to stop this, Dickie. I shouldn't be sitting here with you like ; this. You shouldn't have made him like things like that. And I shouldn't have ; ..."
; ; "Shouldn't have what, Mom? What did you make Dad do?"
; ; "Just something to keep him from abusing those office girls anymore."
; ; "Hey, Dad! Come here!" Dickie brayed.
; ; "Don't do that, Dickie. Or I'll leave."
; ; "You won't leave. You can't stand NOT exposing your breasts to me."
; ; "What is it, Dickie?" Stephen sighed as he came down the steps.
; ; "Lookit! Mom's showing off her tits for me!"
; ; "She-- oh-- God! Yes, Candace!"
; ; "Stephen, you get out of here right now. You're not really turned on right ; now, it's just the suggestion that Dickie gave to you."
; ; "Welllll," he moved around to get a good view of the display, "it's an awful ; good suggestion! Because ... damn, you look hot doing that, woman!"
; ; "You don't think I'd let you watch, anyway, do you? Not after you fooled ; around with those two office girls today. Get the HELL out of here!"
; ; "Mom," Dickie told her, "he stays. If he goes, I'm not going to look at you."
; ; "Diiiickiiie!"
; ; "No, he stays."
; ; "You oughtta let him feel them," Stephen suggested.
; ; "Yeah, you ought to let me feel them," Dickie agreed.
; ; "No," Candace held her hand up, "we are not going there. And," she turned to ; her husband, "get all soft, Stephen."
; ; The tenting in his pants collapsed.
; ; "What-- ?! What did you DO to me?!"
; ; "Try to shtoop one of those office girls now, why don't you?" she smirked.
; ; "You ... evil ... bitch!"
; ; "Aw, quit your whining, Dad. Just sit back and enjoy her showing them off for ; me."
; ; Grumbling, Stephen sat and watched his wife show tit to Dickie. He guessed he ; was still feeling pretty excited about it, even without an erection in his ; pants.
; ; Candace was a bit insulted at the treatment she was getting, but Dickie was ; right -- at the moment, she couldn't stand to NOT be showing her breasts off ; to him for long.
; ; The family sat there about an hour, enjoying Candace's display for her son. ; Then Candace and Stephen headed upstairs to bed, and Dickie turned out the ; lights as well.
; ; ---
; ; "Dickie," came a loud whisper in the dark.
; ; "Mmmrrngh?"
; ; "Dickie, hurry!" came the whisper again.
; ; "Whuh?"
; ; "I found your mother in a trance again, and I wanted to come tell you."
; ; Dickie's eyes came open, his excitement clearing the sleep out of his head.
; ; "Come on."
; ; Dickie followed.
; ; "I heard her go to the bathroom, but I never heard her come back. I went to ; check on her and found her sitting on the toilet, staring off into space."
; ; "Cool."
; ; The two men went into the master bathroom and, sure enough, there was Candace, ; squatted on the toilet, staring dully out into space again.
; ; Two suggestions had failed last time, but Dickie decided to try them again, in ; case they might take this time. "Mom, anytime I say 'caramel', you'll re-enter ; a trance. Got that?"
; ; "Good one," his father nudged him, then started with his turn to make a ; suggestion, "Candace, you will--"
; ; "And you will be my willing sex slave, Mom," Dickie talked over his father. ; "Whatever I tell you to do or to feel, you will obey."
; ; "Yesssss," Stephen whispered, "make the bitch do all kinds of things with ; you!" He might not have an erection, but he could still get excited about the ; bitch fooling around with Dickie! Now, his turn: "Candace, you will--"
; ; "And talking dirty makes you HORNY!" Dickie enthusiastically steamrolled over ; his father. "Dirty words just slip out of your mouth, and it makes you hornier ; and hornier every time they do. And GOD you get hot when someone else speaks ; dirty to you!"
; ; "That's very good, Dickie. But now it's my turn to make a suggestion," Stephen ; whispered. He wanted control of his own penis back. Otherwise he was going to ; look pretty silly tomorrow with those programmable office girls, but unable to ; produce an erect penis. "Candace, first thing in the morning, you--"
; ; "AND you wanna run around naked, Mom! You want to show EVERYTHING! And you ; want Dickie to touch ALL your good parts! And you want him to--"
; ; Candace's eyes fluttered.
; ; "Oops. That's it, Dad," Dickie yanked his father back out of the bathroom by ; the wrist.
; ; "But I still haven't made MY suggestion to her!"
; ; "Sorry, Dad. There's only so much we can program her with before she wakes up ; each time. Tonight, my stuff was all more important than your stuff."
; ; "But--"
; ; "It's better this way, Dad. Hurry back into bed, and she won't even know we ; messed with her again."
; ; Irritated that he was going to have to keep his soft penis now, Stephen ; crawled back into bed, and Dickie headed for the basement.
; ; A minute later, Stephen heard Candace return to bed beside him, not even ; suspecting she had just been reprogrammed.
; ; If he'd been able to get erect, he would have ejaculated with excitement right ; then and there.
; ; ---
; ; Candace made a point of getting up with Stephen the next morning. Just in case ; he misunderstood anything, she wanted to make sure he had everything straight: ; "Get all soft for me, Stephen," she told him in a sweet voice, "Like a good ; little boy, won't you? Now you keep it like that for me all day today."
; ; Stephen had woken up without an erection anyway this morning, but still ; resented her yanking his chain like that. "Yeah, you just show off for your ; own son today, bitch. And by this evening ..."
; ; I ought to mute him, Candace thought. A trigger phrase that would shut him up ; on command, so she wouldn't have to hear him bitch like this.
; ; Next time she caught him tranced off, she would do just that.
; ; He finished his petulant tirade and left, then Candace had the urge to just ; pad around the house naked today, to just let Dickie look at ... everything.
; ; But she couldn't do that. He was her own son, for godssake.
; ; Tits were all he was going to see.
; ; Breasts -- she meant breasts. Breasts were all he was going to see.
; ; Normally Dickie slept until 10:00 these days, but Candace was already yearning ; to strut around in front of him. She looked at the clock: 7:30. Somehow, ; though, she doubted he'd be too pissed if she woke him toplessly.
; ; Especially if she also had breakfast ready.
; ; She walked back to the bedroom to change clothes. If she was going to strut ; around in front of Dickie all day, she might as well dress the part. She ; removed the robe she had used to prevent Stephen from being able to see her ; body -- that asshole didn't DESERVE to see her after what he did yesterday.
; ; She pulled on a bubblegum-pink thong she had bought to turn Stephen on about a ; year ago, and flossed the straps up between her butt cheeks. Then she pulled ; on a pair of black fuck-me pumps -- another bedroom tease for Stephen, who ; didn't even appreciate it enough to keep from boffing the office help.
; ; Dressed like that, she strolled back to the kitchen and started cooking eggs ; and sausage.
; ; "What a chef you make, Candy," Dickie said from the kitchen doorway a couple ; minutes later, "topless and in heels. God, you look hot, bitch."
; ; Her son's approval gave her more of a rush than she expected. But, "You, uhm ; ... shouldn't call me Candy, Dickie. It's ... not respectful ... And don't ... ; call me ... bitch ...." Shiver.
; ; Dickie took note of the way the word "bitch" made it hard for her to think -- ; cool! But first things first. "Breakfast." He stepped to the table and sat, ; waiting to be served.
; ; Candace leaned forward to show her tits off to best aspect as she served ; Dickie his eggs and sausage, then stepped back. "Do you like my outfit this ; morning, Dickie?"
; ; "S'posed to be naked."
; ; "No, we already went over that. I'm not going to do that. And you can look but ; not touch. And as soon as--"
; ; "Syrup. You forgot the maple syrup."
; ; Candace retrieved the maple syrup for him and took a seat.
; ; Dickie forced the food into his mouth, occasionally dumping it with a swallow ; into his gullet, while he ogled her naked bust.
; ; This made Candace's nipples perk up -- a fact that did not go unnoticed by ; Dickie. She was getting off on this!
; ; "Take off the g-string," Dickie told her. Actually, it was mumbled around the ; baseball-sized mass of food in his mouth, so it sounded more like, "Egg offuh ; eastun."
; ; Candace had learned to make out her son's food-muffled words in the last ; eighteen years. "No, I told you: you get to see my tits, nothing else. And no ; feeling anything, either."
; ; "Ah-uhl."
; ; "What?"
; ; Big swallow. "I said, caramel."
; ; "You want some caramel? I think that would be kind of nasty on the sausages, ; Dickie."
; ; "No, listen: caramel."
; ; She waited a moment for him to continue and make sense, then shrugged. ; "Caramel."
; ; "This isn't working."
; ; "What's not working?"
; ; "You're supposed to go back into a trance when I say the word caramel."
; ; "Go back into a trance? Oh, Dickie, don't you dare. I told you that you could ; look at my boobs, young man. Don't you DARE go trying to plant more ; suggestions in my mind! Understand?"
; ; "Don't you find yourself wantin' me to touch things today?"
; ; "Not at all! I've already told you. You can look at my titties. And," she ; stood, made sure her thong was still flossed up between her ass cheeks, then ; turned around and wiggled her ass at him, "and you can admire me when I'm ; wearing sexy clothes. But I'm not going naked in front of you. And you're not ; to touch ANYTHING."
; ; She sat back down and a minute or two of silence passed. Well, except for ; Dickie's slurping noises as he devoured the rest of the eggs and sausage.
; ; Something was filtering these suggestions, Dickie thought. The stronger ones, ; like being his sex slave, were getting ignored. So was the one about falling ; back into a trance upon command, though he had seen hypnotists give exactly ; that suggestion before. At least the smaller suggestions seemed to be taking, ; though.
; ; Finally, he poured down liquid to lube up everything in the gut and stared at ; her. Her nipples were still excited. He smiled -- they were even more so now ; that he was staring at them.
; ; ---
; ; "Mom, you ever fooled around on Dad?"
; ; "What?!"
; ; "Simple question. You were pissed off because he banged those two office ; sluts, but ... have YOU ever cheated on HIM?"
; ; "Three times." Her eyes widened after that was out of her mouth, and she ; blushed from face to bosom. "Dickie, you shouldn't ask me things like that."
; ; "Tell me about them," Dickie grinned.
; ; "Dickie, I don't think we should--"
; ; "Tell me about them, bitch."
; ; "Two ... two of them were trainers at the gym. The third was one of your ; father's coworkers."
; ; "So ... you're not really any better than those two office bitches that sucked ; Dad off? Spreading for the guys at the office?"
; ; "I am NOTHING like them! It was at an office New Year's party, and I ... got a ; little tipsy. And did something stupid."
; ; "Bringin' in the New Year right," Dickie nodded arrogantly. "So ... did ya ; ever tell Dad about it? You know, clear the conscience and all that?"
; ; "I ... I couldn't. Brian was ... your father's competition. They had competed ; for the same positions twice, and Brian beat him out both times."
; ; "Bendin' OVER for the enemy! Tell me more."
; ; "There's not much to tell. I, uhm ... started off making some catty remarks to ; him at the start of the party. Then he ... told me he would have me before ; night's end. I laughed at him, but he just kept ... staring at me the ; whole rest of the night. And I kept trying to ignore him. And, unfortunately, ; drinking.
; ; "Then he ... came up to Stephen and me and went on about how, despite ; losing at the jobs, Stephen had won at what really mattered most. Me."
; ; "Gee, what a line. And that made you just butter your panties with juices, ; didn't it?"
; ; Candace shut her eyes and felt a shiver tickle through her at the crude ; language. "I did, just ... butter my panties." Another shiver.
; ; "So? Go on."
; ; "About 11:30, I went to look him up. I wanted to ... apologize for being so ; catty earlier, and to thank him for being such a man about things. I was ... ; too drunk to resist him when he pulled me off into a side room. And then he ; startled me by kissing me, and--"
; ; "Were you red at the time?"
; ; "What?"
; ; "Were you dyeing your hair red at the time?"
; ; "Yes."
; ; "Red-headed bitch!" Dickie sing-songed arrogantly. "Please, continue."
; ; "Well, at midnight I was bent over the back of a sofa, Brian taking advantage ; of me from behind, his hands up the front of my blouse to squeeze my titties. ; I, uhm, wasn't caring who heard me as I kept gasping, screaming, Brian's ; name."
; ; "Mom!" Dickie grinned, "You're a screamer!"
; ; "Yes," she blushed head and bust, "I, uh ... can get quite vocal during sex."
; ; "*I'VE* never heard you?!"
; ; "That's because I've been careful not to get loud here at the house since you ; turned out to be such a little pervert. I mean, back when your room was ; upstairs, I knew that if I screamed in the bedroom even once, you would be in ; there whacking your little weener, fantasizing about all kinds of nasty ; things." Candace shivered slightly at her own words.
; ; "So ... Dad still had a little self-esteem left before that night. Even though ; he had lost two jobs to this creep, he still had the prize that mattered. But ; then you carried the prize to this Brian guy and spread it, for him to mark ; his territory with his semen just in time for the new year. Is that about it?"
; ; Candace's eyes flared at him. "I had had a little too much to drink!"
; ; "Anybody catch you two love bugs shtooping and getting shtooped at the stroke ; of midnight?"
; ; "I think ... the, uhm ... hostess came in around the middle there. There was ; a, uh, female gasp while I was clawing at the sofa."
; ; "Caught doing the dirty," Dickie sing-songed. "Did you pause the infidelity ; long enough to see who it was, or did you just go ahead and complete the act?"
; ; "I told you, I had had too much to drink. And we were ... very close to ..."
; ; "Completing the betrayal?"
; ; Candace's hand slapped Dickie's cheek again.
; ; Dickie glared at her. "Well, did you?"
; ; "I came right after that."
; ; "And got marked as the enemy's semeny bitch."
; ; "Uh, no, not yet. I came two or three more times before Brian finally ; ejaculated into me."
; ; "The enemy's slutty semeny bitch, then. Screaming ecstatically the whole ; time?"
; ; Candace looked down. "Screaming ecstatically the whole time."
; ; ---
; ; Dickie stared at her a minute before speaking again. "You get off on being ; ashamed, don't you?"
; ; "What?!"
; ; "Look how stiff your nipples are. This is making you all hot."
; ; Candace looked down and, indeed, they were standing at attention. She covered ; them with her palms. "Dickie, I don't think we should--" She stood and stepped ; back from the table. "I don't think we should talk about things like this."
; ; "Hey!" he called as she left toward her bedroom. "We're not done here." He ; wanted her to fry up two more eggs for him.
; ; Oh well. He went to the fridge, got out the cake they'd had for dessert night ; before last, cut himself a four-inch wedge, then left the cake on the counter ; and took his slice to the table to devour.
; ; A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Dickie forced the last of ; the cake wedge into his mouth, then went to answer it.
; ; "Ar-er!" It was Arthur, one of Dickie's co-hecklers back in high school, and ; there was a gorgeous babe standing behind him.
; ; Big swallow. Dickie's throat bulged a moment, then he smiled.
; ; "Hey, man, how are you doing? Come on in." His eyes never left his friend's ; hot bitch.
; ; "Hey, Dickie. Let me ask you, have you noticed people acting strangely ; lately?"
; ; Dickie looked from the babe to Arthur. "You mean, like, people doing what ; they're told?"
; ; Arthur noticed Dickie's eyes move back on the female. "Exactly. Dickie, have ; you met my mother? She goes to the same gym as your mom."
; ; "Wow! Mrs Venturi! Hi! You look ... GREAT!"
; ; Alice Venturi had dark, shoulder length hair. Like Dickie's mom, she kept well ; fit by working out at the gym, as evidenced by her figure as she stood there ; in four-inch heels and an aqua bikini.
; ; "Ehr ... hi there. Dickie, is it?"
; ; Dickie squeezed the tire around his belly. "In the flesh!"
; ; "You're, uhm ... you're Candace's kid?"
; ; "Since I was born."
; ; "Aren't you a little roly-poly to belong to her?"
; ; Dickie's smile left like the front windshield collapsing in a car wreck.
; ; "Don't be mean, Mom," Arthur told her. "Please don't get pissed, Dickie. She ; can't help it. I suggested that she blurt out the truth so I could always know ; what she was thinking."
; ; "Hmph," Dickie sniffed. "I told MY Mom to just answer all my questions ; truthfully. That way mine can still be taken out in public without being an ; embarrassment."
; ; Mrs Venturi stuck the tip of her pinkie the corner of her mouth. "I've done it ; again, haven't I, Arthur?"
; ; "I'm afraid you have."
; ; Mrs Venturi turned around and cocked her ass out. "You'd better spank me for ; it, then."
; ; Arthur looked at Dickie and smiled. "Another suggestion."
; ; Mrs Venturi stood there, poised partially over, ass awaiting its firm ; reprimand.
; ; "I ...," Dickie swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry with excitement, "I like ; that one!"
; ; "It wasn't me you offended, Mom. It was Dickie. I think you should apologize ; to him."
; ; Mrs Venturi waddled about to face ass to Dickie. "I'm sorry, Dickie. Perhaps ; you should spank me so that I know better in the future."
; ; Mouth still dry, Dickie smack-grabbed Mrs Venturi's ass.
; ; "Oh! Thank you, sir!"
; ; He brought his hand back and smack-grabbed her ass again.
; ; "Oh! Thank you, sir!"
; ; "Don't cum, man," Arthur chuckled at his friend's excited nervousness. ; "Where's your mom?"
; ; "Hey, Mom! Haul it out here!" Dickie brayed.
; ; Smack-grab.
; ; "Oh! Thank you, sir!"
; ; "Yes, Dickie?" Candace walked out, chest proudly on display for her son. Then ; shrieked. Covered. Covered one forearm over her breasts. Covered the other ; spread hand over her thonged crotch. Gasped. "I ... ehr ..." Backed up.
; ; "Oh, Candace! You too!" Mrs Venturi moved out of her bent-over position to ; follow Candace back from the kitchen into the living room. She managed to get ; ahold of the redhead's shoulders and tug her towards the sofa. "Isn't it just ; awful?! We just can't help ourselves!"
; ; ---
; ; "You-- you're affected too, Alice?" Candace asked, breasts still uncomfortably ; barely covered, but needing to know. "What's going on?!"
; ; "I've gotten four to take," Arthur said quietly beside Dickie.
; ; "What?"
; ; "I've gotten four suggestions to take on her. The dressing in bikini; the ; blurting out what she's thinking; the asking for spankings; and one other."
; ; "What's the other one?"
; ; "You'll see in a minute. It was how I was able to get her over here. How about ; you? What suggestions have you gotten to take?"
; ; "Not all of them work. I tried giving her a key phrase to put her back under, ; but the phrase hasn't had any effect on her yet."
; ; "I know. Me too. And the more outrageous ones don't seem to take, either." ; Arthur stopped when he had spoken that aloud. "I mean--" Because getting your ; mother to present ass for spanking whenever she thinks she's offended you *IS* ; a little outrageous. But the MORE outrageous ones didn't seem to take.
; ; "I know what you mean. The smaller suggestions are more likely to take than ; the bigger suggestions. I guess 'be my sex slave' never really had a chance."
; ; "Shame, too, that."
; ; "I know. Mom would make a great sex slave."
; ; "That she would."
; ; Mrs Venturi was sitting on the couch, leaning toward Candace. Candace was ; sitting there leaning back from Mrs Venturi's slow approach. They were ; muttering some female nonsense or other.
; ; "Is everyone that went to see that magician affected this way? If so, there ; are a couple teachers from high school I'd like to bang. And a couple ; cheerleaders."
; ; "Now that's an interesting question. I stopped by Charlie's before coming ; here. You know his older sister, Elaine? Blonde, big--" Arthur made cupping ; gestures in front of his chest, and Dickie grinned and nodded. "She graduated ; college last year and got married. Well, Charlie's got her turned into a ditzy ; bimbo that sits on his lap and loves to get her tits pawed. He had her on his ; lap, his hand reached up under her blouse, just a cuppin' and a squeezin'."
; ; "Man, I'm going to have to pay a visit to Charlie!"
; ; "Thing is, though: he swears she wasn't AT the magician's show."
; ; Dickie frowned.
; ; "He swears she was with him and his mother all night, sobbing about how her ; new hubby is doing her wrong. Then yesterday, he just walked down to breakfast ; and found her and his mother staring off into space."
; ; "That's just stupid. The magician could only do this to people that WENT to ; see his show. Charlie's just lying for some reason."
; ; "Then-- too-- Dickie, I didn't go to see the magician, either."
; ; "Naw, you didn't have to if you're an order-giver. Just the order-takers would ; have had to--"
; ; "Hey! Hey! HEY!" Candace slipped off the couch from being almost pinned ; to its arm by Mrs Venturi leaning so far forward. "I don't need comforting like THAT!"
; ; "I'm sorry, I don't know what's wrong with me," Mrs Venturi was reaching for ; Candace's forearm-covered breasts. Candace slapped her paws away a couple ; times, exposing a great deal of nipple until Mrs Venturi slipped one hand ; through and squeezed a tit. "OhGOD these are nice, Candace!"
; ; Candace lightly slapped Mrs Venturi's cheek.
; ; Mrs Venturi still had her hand cupped under Candace's tit and, with a grin, ; gave another squeeze.
; ; Candace stepped back, a shocked look on her face as she slapped Mrs Venturi's ; still-enthusiastic hands away, then fled to her bedroom.
; ; "I can't HELP it, Candace," Mrs Venturi called after her. "It's just the ; suggestion that Arthur planted in my brain! It's not my FAULT. It's the ; hypnotic SUGGESTIONS." Then she walked over to the boys with a smug grin.
; ; "Cop some good feels, Mom?" Arthur asked.
; ; With a smile, Mrs Venturi nodded. "Your mother has a GREAT body, Dickie!"
; ; "That was the fourth suggestion: she likes girls now," Arthur explained to ; Dickie, then asked his mother, "Did you get excited?" He stepped a little ; closer to her.
; ; "Yeeeeaaaaah."
; ; "Real ... excited?" Arthur traced one hand up to cup Mrs Venturi's ; aqua-covered breasts.
; ; "Arthur," she cleared her throat, "I think you're getting a little frisky."
; ; "Mom! Don't!"
; ; "Maybe you ought to go relieve yourself."
; ; "Dammit!" Arthur looked from side to side. "Dickie, where is your bathroom?!" ; He continued straining to look.
; ; Dickie frowned. "It's up the--"
; ; "Shit! Oh shit!" Arthur ran to the corner of the room, facing away, unzipped ; and reached both hands down to his crotch.
; ; "My cute little boy," Mrs Venturi nodded, admiring him.
; ; "What's he --" Ohgod, he was half bent over, grunting, and it looked like he ; was-- "What's he DOING?!"
; ; "He's taking the edge off his sex drive. So he doesn't do anything stupid. ; Like cup my tit."
; ; With a last grunt, Arthur stood up, looking relieved and zipped, then turned ; and walked back to them. He had apparently fired into his palms, because he ; wiped them on the sides of his t-shirt, leaving fresh jism-stains there.
; ; "Whew! THAT feels better!"
; ; Arthur followed Dickie's horrified gaze to the stains on his t-shirt. "Aww, ; Mom! You made me do it again, didn't you?! DAMmit!"
; ; Mrs Venturi stuck her pinkie tip in the corner of her mouth, then turned to ; face away from her son and cocked her ass out. "I'm sorry, Arthur. Perhaps you ; should spank my ass so that I know better in the future."
; ; Shaking his head, Arthur smack-grabbed his Mom's butt.
; ; "Oh! Thank you, sir!"
; ; "She just-- you--" Dickie was still quite horrified.
; ; "She tells me to go relieve myself. And I ... do." Smack-grab.
; ; "Oh! Thank you, sir!"
; ; "Man, that's ... horrible!"
; ; "Even more horrible, Dickie: I didn't go to the magician's show."
; ; Dickie scowled: that made no sense. "Then you go whack off in the corner ; because ... you WANT to?!"
; ; "No! I can't help it! It's a suggestion my mother planted in me." Smack-grab.
; ; "Oh! Thank you, sir!"
; ; "She planted that suggestion in me. It somehow took. But I was never at the ; magician's show."
; ; "But then ... that would mean ..."
; ; "Something else other than the magician is causing all this."
; ; Dickie was a little distracted by Mrs Venturi bent over, enjoying her ; spanking. "That's ... crazy." He reached out to squeeze her cheek.
; ; "Hey, hey!" Mrs Venturi looked over her shoulder. "You're getting a little ; frisky, Dickie. Maybe YOU ought to go relieve yourself."
; ; "Ha, ha!" Dickie gave his mock-laugh of power and domination. "I am immune to ; your powers, woman."
; ; "Then quit," she pulled his hand off her butt, "feeling my ass up, little fat ; boy!"
; ; Dickie's cheeks reddened with anger.
; ; Arthur quickly decided that if he had her let Dickie spank her, she might wind ; up with bruised ass cheeks, so he moved the conversation along. "We're heading ; over to Jessica's next."
; ; "The cheerleader?!"
; ; "Ex-cheerleader. She cheered in high school. She hasn't gone out for the team ; at college yet."
; ; "Man, I bet her Daddy has her doing naked cheers for him now!"
; ; "That," Arthur nodded, "is what I'm hoping for. Come along, Mom. Nubile young ; tit-flesh awaits us."
; ; "Oh, goody!" she followed him to the door and out.
; ; ---
; ; Candace was in her bedroom, standing in front of her mirror, not believing ; that Alice Venturi had just tried to grab her breasts.
; ; She, apparently, was under the power of her son's suggestions as well.
; ; Candace had the waist of her thong pinched between thumb and forefinger and ; was very slowly tugging it down to just ... so.
; ; That's what it would look like if ... she showed Dickie just the barest hint ; of pubic hair.
; ; Not that she wanted to encourage the little pervert, but ... well, for some ; reason the thought of doing that was getting her excited today. Not fully ; naked, of course -- he was her son. But ... just the barest hint of fur.
; ; She wondered if he had somehow slipped another suggestion or two in on her.
; ; She sighed. What could Alice Venturi have been thinking?! If that was from one ; of her son's suggestions, she sure wasn't trying very hard to resist them.
; ; Unlike Candace herself, who at least was drawing some lines she would not ; cross -- she wasn't going to go naked, and she wasn't going to let him feel ; anything. At least she had SOME willpower.
; ; She was practicing lowering her thong again when the phone rang, and she ; answered it, "Hello?"
; ; "Hi, Candace."
; ; "Stephen."
; ; "I called to apologize for what I did with those two secretaries yesterday. I ; shouldn't have done that."
; ; "Apology accepted. I still have quite a bit of resentment -- and feelings of ; betrayal -- but apology accepted."
; ; "And on the flip side, you have no business showing your breasts to Dickie. ; And I forgive you."
; ; Candace stayed silent while she tapped her foot. Stephen had just re-lost any ; points he had gained the moment before.
; ; "My point is this. Strange things are happening. And we both need to be mature ; adults about them. And I think it would be a sign of maturity on your part if ; you--"
; ; "I'm not giving you your penis back, Stephen."
; ; "Caaaandaaaace! It's not fair. I can't get a hard-on because of what you did, ; and everyone's making fun of me because of it."
; ; "I don't care. You're not responsible enough to be allowed to have a hard-on."
; ; "Candace! You let me get erect, right now!"
; ; "No."
; ; "Candace!"
; ; "Is that all you called to talk about, Stephen?"
; ; "Candace ... pleeeeeease?"
; ; "What are you going to do with it if I let you have one? Go shtoop one of ; those office whores?"
; ; "Well ... yeah."
; ; "Get all soft for me, Stephen, get all soft for me, get all soft for me."
; ; "You bitch!"
; ; She hung up on him.
; ; Turd.
; ; ---
; ; "Hey, Candy!" Dickie opened her bedroom door and barged in as she was ; practicing with her thong, eliciting a squeal of surprise from her. "Didn't ; the Evansons go with you and Dad to the hypnotist's show?" He stared blatantly ; at her nipples and watched them perk up as he did so.
; ; "Uh, yeah. Yeah, they went with us."
; ; "And haven't I heard you say that Mr Evanson is a pervert?"
; ; "I've seen him ogle a few girls at the gym."
; ; "Hmm. Don't you think we'd better go check on her? If she's been slipping back ; into trances with that pervert around, she may need our help."
; ; The boy had a point. But ... "No."
; ; "Why?"
; ; "Because then I'd have to cover up my breasts, and you wouldn't be able to ; look at them," she blurted. "Erh ... I mean ... it's just that ...,." Oh hell, ; that WAS what she meant.
; ; "It's okay, Mom. You can wear a tank top without a bra, so you can pull it ; forward and let me look down your shirt every now and then."
; ; "I think ... I'd rather stay here where you can look at them without anything ; covering them." Plus, if she practiced just a little more, she would do the ; "expose the teensiest bit of pubic hair" thing.
; ; "Well," he shrugged, "I'm going. You're welcome to come or not."
; ; "Oh, come on, Dickie. Let's just stay here and look at my breasts."
; ; "Nope. Mrs Evanson is our friend, Mom. I for one, am not going to desert her."
; ; "Dickie, you know I don't want to stay here without you."
; ; "Then pull on a tank top and let's go."
; ; A few minutes later, Candace was walking out bralessly in a tank top, thong ; and heels with Dickie.
; ; "You drive," he told her.
; ; They got in the car.
; ; "Hey, Mom, before we get started, show me your tits," Dickie told her.
; ; Candace pulled out the front of her tank top and let Dickie look down and ; watch her nipples harden. She thought about pulling her thong down, but she ; only wanted to show him the barest amount of pubic hair and didn't want to ; accidentally show too much. She was not about to go naked for the boy. She ; still held some standards and was going to stand by them, hypnotic suggestions ; or not. So she decided to wait until she had practiced enough.
; ; "Okay," he looked back forward again. "We can go now."
; ; Candace put the car in gear and started toward the Evansons.
; ; They stopped at a red light, and Dickie noticed a girl sitting on a bench at a ; bus stop there, staring off into space. She wasn't bad looking, and he was ; half-tempted to jump out and go whisper some suggestions in her ear, but as he ; watched, she blinked, then looked around. Shame, to let a trance go to waste ; like that.
; ; He looked back forward, and the light was green. "We can go now, Mom."
; ; He looked at her.
; ; Hot damn, yes! She was in a trance again!
; ; "Listen, Mom," he tried to keep his excitement under control, "You're going to ; want to kiss Dickie, you want to neck with him so , you want to swap spit with ; him, you want to stick your tongue down his throat."
; ; Breathe. breathe.
; ; Actually, since the suggestions had to be smaller to take -- since the ; all-encompassing ones seemed to just bounce off -- it somehow made the smaller ; ones even more exciting!
; ; "Also, you LOVE Dickie's fat. It turns you on *SO* much to rub your hands over ; it and touch it that you just can't help yourself."
; ; She blinked. That meant she was coming out of--
; ; Oh, shit! Don't forget the reason they were going to the Evansons! "Girls, ; Mom! You like girls! Naked girls get you really hot, and you want to kiss Mrs ; Evanson!"
; ; "Dickie ... did you just ... tell me to like girls?"
; ; "No ... I don't think so."
; ; "I slipped into a trance again, didn't I, Dickie? And you ... told me to like ; girls?"
; ; "Gosh, Mom, I would never take advantage of--"
; ; "Because I don't WANT to like girls." She pointed her finger at him. "Dickie, ; don't you DARE suggest to me that I like women, understand me? That is not a ; place I want to go, so don't you DARE try to push me there!"
; ; "Gotcha, Mom, gotcha. No lesbo."
; ; "No, none of it. Understood?"
; ; "Gotcha." Grin of innocence.
; ; She started the car forward and continued to the Evansons.
; ; ---
; ; Angie swayed her hips as she walked up the hall. Yesterday everyone had been ; very careful to undress and boff each other only inside private offices. ; Today everyone had already received suggestions from spouses or from lustful ; admirers, so if her clothes were in a little disarray -- you know, a tit ; hanging out here, or your thong flossed up a little too far between your ass ; cheeks -- well, noone really bothered to fix stuff like that today.
; ; She knocked on Mr Grayson's door and waited a moment to give him a chance to ; pull his pecker out of Mary if he had her bent over a desk in there -- ; although, it sounded from the rumors like his wife had taken his penis away ; last night. Poor little guy couldn't get hard for the life of him.
; ; She opened the door and stepped in and ....
; ; ... Mr Grayson was sitting at his desk, staring off into space.
; ; Before she even had a chance to think about it, words tumbled out of her ; mouth, "Mr Grayson, you want to share your wife with other men. You want to ; bare the slut in public, you get SOOOOOO excited to have her pussy wet down ; with the spunk of other men."
; ; She then instructed him that if he came across any man in a trance, he would ; issue the same words to him; and if he came across any woman in a trance, he ; would tell her that she would get SOOOO turned on baring her breasts and ass ; and pussy, letting them feel things, until they made her shiver with pleasure ; as they unloaded jism into her.
; ; These were the same instructions that Mr Buchanan had given Angie yesterday, ; along with the instruction to pass them on.
; ; Anyway, when she was done with her auto-response, Mr Grayson was still sitting ; there, staring off into space. With a giggle, Angie decided to do the poor ; little guy a favor. "Mr Grayson, you don't have to be hard to cum. You can ; still get real excited, even when you're soft. And if Angie tells you, 'Cum ; for me, baby,' you'll instantly orgasm."
; ; Actually, there was no reason she couldn't make her own life a little easier ; too. "Also, Angie is your favoritest office girl. You'll do ANYTHING for her! ; Even ... even leave your wife and shower Angie with any gifts she wants. And ; you just love to lick her toes, to get your tongue threaded in between them ; and clean them out all happy and fresh, and until Angie tells you that--"
; ; Oops, his eyes were fluttering. It looked like he was coming out of it.
; ; "Here are the Dexter reports," she smiled as she handed him a folder.
; ; He was just staring at her ....
; ; Looking at her in a whole new light ....
; ; Then he looked at her feet. "Angie ... have I ever commented on how beautiful ; your toes are?"
; ; Giggle. "Are they?"
; ; He dropped to his knees on the floor. "They are the toes of a goddess. Let me ; ... let me worship them."
; ; Angie giggled as she stepped out of her heels and let her feet be ; tongue-cleaned.
; ; ---
; ; When Janine Evanson answered her door, she was wearing a hip-length white lace ; teddy; white four-inch strappy heels; her hair was in pigtails; in her left ; hand she held a large, partially-licked lollipop; and her right thumb was ; inside her mouth.
; ; "Janine?!" Candace was shocked. "What-- ?! How-- ?! Who did this to you?!" It ; HAD to be some sort of hypnotic suggestion.
; ; Janine pulled her thumb out of her mouth. "Daddy did this to me." She stuck ; the thumb back in.
; ; "You mean Bill?! Bill did THIS to YOU?!"
; ; Thumb out. "Yes, Bi-- Bi--" frustration showed in her eyes, but she calmed ; herself and tried again, "Bi--" Sigh. "Yeah, him. Daddy did this to me! That ; bastard." Thumb in.
; ; "Wow, Mrs Evanson," Dickie grinned, "You look HOT!"
; ; Thumb out. "Don't you start in, Dickie." Thumb in.
; ; "How, Janine? How did Bill do this to you?" Candace asked. This was much more ; extreme than what Dickie had done to her.
; ; "I don't know. Sometime I guess I started daydreaming or something. And when I ; came back, Bi-- Bi-- (foot stamp) Daddy was smirking. And then I had these ; urges to ... do things. Like the pigtails. And the thumb sucking. And the ; lollipop."
; ; "Janine, this is--" Candace shook her head, feeling for her friend's ; predicament. "Oh, you poor thing."
; ; "Let's step inside, before the neighbors see me like this. And decide to take ; advantage of me later."
; ; Candace and Dickie followed Janine into her living room and sat on the sofa. ; Janine sat in her babydoll on the coffee table, thumb parked in mouth.
; ; "Really, Mrs Evanson, you look AWESOME like this!" Dickie grinned and nodded.
; ; "Shut up, Dickie," Candace told him. Then to Janine, "How could someone do ; something like this to their own wife?! I can't believe Bill is being such a ; prick!"
; ; Janine's eyes widened, and she pulled her thumb out of her mouth. "P-prick?! ; Bi-- Bi-- (frustrated foot stamp) Daddy's not a prick." She took several ; nervous licks of her lollipop. Thumb in.
; ; "Mom! YOU ought to be like this!"
; ; "I told you to shut up, Dickie. Janine, how many suggestions has he made to ; you?"
; ; Thumb out. "I don't know. There are the pigtails. And the lollipop. And my ; mouth feels empty now until I have my thumb or a cock in it."
; ; "Shut up, Dickie," Candace cut him off before he could even say anything.
; ; "And Bi-- Bi-- Daddy also made me so I cum any time he squeezes my tits."
; ; "Oh, I GOTTA see this!" Dickie started forward with hands at tit height for ; Mrs Evanson's orbs.
; ; "Dickie! Don't you DARE!" Janine shrieked and brought hands and forearms ; forward to block him.
; ; "Dickie!" Candace grunted as she grabbed his belt and tried to tug back, "Cut ; it out!"
; ; One of Dickie's hands managed to get around the slapping hands and forearms to ; press boob. Janine gasped and arched her back, unintentionally thrusting ; breasts forward. It became a lost battle after that: Dickie's hands both ; cupped tit and brought about gasps with every good squeeze.
; ; Candace was yanking her son back by his belt to no effect, so reached around ; his belly to try to throw the boy off balance and let--
; ; Oh.
; ; Wow.
; ; Dickie's fat felt so ... GOOD!
; ; Candace spread her fingers wide and gently squeezed the blubber.
; ; Ohgod.
; ; That felt ... erotic.
; ; She-- she moved her hands around to ... feel some more.
; ; With a chuckle, Dickie even stopped groping the moaning pigtailed woman. ; "Yeah, the ole rolls of fat are starting to feel pretty good to you, aren't ; th--"
; ; ---
; ; "What are you two smirking about?!" Dickie grumbled. Both his mother and Mrs ; Evanson were looking at him with smiles in their eyes.
; ; "Oh, nothing," Candace said lightly.
; ; Janine took her thumb out of her mouth. "How are ya feelin' about now, Dickie? ; Hmm?" Thumb in.
; ; "Like you two are a mite too pleased with yourselves. What are you up to?"
; ; "Oh, nothing," Candace continued smiling.
; ; "You HAVE to tell me -- I gave you a suggestion, Mom. You HAVE to."
; ; "I was able to resist that suggestion, Dickie. And it gets easier every time I ; do it."
; ; "Tell me," Dickie reached for Mrs Evanson's boobs. Before she could get her ; thumb out of her mouth to block him, he'd squeezed tit, and she started ; cumming.
; ; Candace found herself on the face end instead of the ass end of her son as he ; milked orgasms out of her best friend this time, so she slapped him hard ; across the cheek.
; ; "OW!"
; ; "Quit making her cum, you little prick!" Candace got her pointed finger in ; Dickie's face while Janine started to catch her breath from gasping. "How can ; you *DO* that to her?! After the smug prick that her husband is being?!"
; ; "But-- I--"
; ; "Go. To. The. Car. Now!"
; ; "But-- ?!"
; ; "Dickie! Now!"
; ; He glared at her a minute, then decided he would just fix her attitude the ; next time she zoned off, make her a little more amenable to the good stuff. ; Still keeping up a show of being pissed, though, he stomped out to the car.
; ; Candace came out a minute or two later, got silently in the car, and neither ; of them spoke the whole way home.
; ; Candace pulled into the driveway and parked, then just paused, her hands on ; the steering wheel.
; ; Dickie sighed. Here it came. She was going to get all motherly and bitchy ; again. Well, he'd already decided that he'd just keep on implanting--
; ; Candace reached over, grabbed Dickie's love handles and fondled, startling ; him. Not meeting his eyes, she ran her hands over them, gently squeezing.
; ; Then she jerked her hands back, got out of the car and went into the house.
; ; All riiiiight! With a chuckle, Dickie followed.
; ; The rolls of fat were gettin' good to the bitch!
; ; ---
; ; With feet clean and glistening, Angie dropped to her knees in front of Stephen ; and opened her mouth to receive cock.
; ; "But I-- it's-- I mean--" Stephen was excited but ... limp.
; ; "I don't care, baby. I can still make it feel good."
; ; "Ohgod, Angie, you're wonderful!" he sighed as he laid his soft penis on her ; tongue.
; ; She wrapped her lips around it and sucked like she was going after the last of ; the toothpaste in the tube.
; ; "Ohgod, Angie! Ohgod!" his hands went to the back of her head.
; ; She had to use a lot more jaw action to make up for the lack of rigidity, but ; she stimulated it to excited softness.
; ; "Ohgod, Angie! Ohgod, Angie!" he whimpered over and over, hands pressing her ; face full into his crotch. She didn't mind. it was easy deep throating ; Stephen's excited little softie.
; ; "Am I your bestest bitch?" she asked when she popped off and Stephen's penis ; sagged down onto his scrotum despite his excitement.
; ; "Ohgod, baby, yeah! I would leave my wife for you!"
; ; "That's what I wanted to hear," she grinned. "Cum for me, baby. Dribble all ; over my face!"
; ; Groaning powerfully, Stephen clenched his ass cheeks. A couple drops of semen ; leaked out of his penis and dripped onto Angie's cheekbone.
; ; "That's my baby! That's my man!" Angie cheered him on. She wiped the cum off ; her face with one index finger, had to turn her finger until the dab of spunk ; glistened in the light to make sure she hadn't missed the tiny gob, then stuck ; that finger in her mouth and drank down the drop of his sperm.
; ; "I *DO*!" she gushed as she stood and hugged him. "I *DO* take you for my ; husband!"
; ; ---
; ; Candace had shed that silly tank top as soon as she was in the house, and was ; standing there with her arms crossed under her boobs, ready to display then in ; all their glory for her little Dickie.
; ; She beamed for him when he came in from the car, but he just walked past her ; on his way toward the kitchen.
; ; "Oh, Dickie," she called, her thumbs in the waist of her thong. She was ready ; now to show him the faintest hint of fur. No more than that, understand you, ; but the faintest hint of fur wouldn't hurt anybody.
; ; "Sorry, Mom," his back called to her, "It's been a couple hours since I ate. ; Gotta feed the machine and all that."
; ; Well ... she guessed she'd show him the faintest hint of fur later. After he'd ; stuffed the gut.
; ; She followed Dickie into the kitchen, where he'd already spread dishes all ; over the counter and table and was chowing down on a cold chicken leg. She sat ; down across from him so that he could enjoy looking upon her bare breasts, ; though it was a couple minutes of food later before his eyes left his chicken ; leg to drift to them.
; ; "Mmm, lookin' good there, Mom," he slurped around the greasy chicken.
; ; Candace sat there ten more minutes until he finished his feeding, then she ; stepped to him, knelt on the floor beside his chair, and laid her hands on ; that overstuffed inner tube he called a belly. "Dickie ... a lot has happened ; over the last couple days," her hands wandered over those soft curves of fat ; as she talked, "and I wouldn't have thought that--"
; ; "Hold it, Mom."
; ; Her voice stopped, but her hands continued to lightly roam.
; ; "If I can't feel yours, you can't feel mine."
; ; The hands stopped. "What?"
; ; "If I can't feel nuthin' on you," he pulled her hands off his belly rolls, ; "then you can't feel nuthin' on me."
; ; "You've got to be kidding."
; ; "Nope. I treasure my fat rolls as much as you treasure your tits."
; ; "You're kidding, right, Dickie? I'm doing you a favor touching them. Noone ; else would want to--"
; ; "Hey, this is my personal body we're talking about here. You have no right to ; be going touching things uninvited."
; ; "Dickie, I can't believe you're saying this. You're lucky that I'm not too ; repulsed by it, by you, to even--"
; ; "Yeah, yeah," he took both hands, pinched up a roll of adipose and shook it at ; her. "Doesn't that just make you mouth water? But I'm going to keep it from ; you, same as you kept all your good parts from me."
; ; Candace shook her head as she started to get angry now. "Dickie, don't you ; thank you can twist--"
; ; "Ah-ah. Nope. What's fair for the pussy is fair for the prick."
; ; "Fine, then!" She glared at him after a moment. "You can just sit here and ; squeeze your own rolls of fat, then." She stormed off.
; ; Dickie heard the door to her bedroom slam shut.
; ; He pinched up the roll of fat again and pointed it upwards to face him. "What ; do you think?" he asked it. "Is she overreacting?" He shook it as though it ; were answering. "Yeah, I think so too."
; ; ---
; ; "Oh, honey, I'm home," Stephen called when he opened the door and stepped in. ; Then more softly, "And I brought company."
; ; "Hey, Dad." Dickie was stuffing his food hole a little more before dinner, ; though he stopped to ogle the babe that Dad led in behind him. "Who's the, uh ; ... ?"
; ; "Dickie, this is Angie. She's going to be your new mother."
; ; "Bitchin'! I got one hot mom! 'Course ... I already got a hot mom, Dad."
; ; "Where is wife number one, by the way, Dickie? I'd like the bitch to meet her ; replacement."
; ; "She's in the bedroom. I did something or other to piss her off earlier. ; Door's locked -- I've already tried it."
; ; Stephen stepped to a drawer and opened it. "Your mother sometimes likes to ; play the drama queen. This," he held up a key, "cheats her of that fun." He ; strolled toward the bedroom.
; ; "You look hot," Dickie nodded approvingly at Angie.
; ; "Well ... thank you. You're Stephen's son?"
; ; Dickie pinched up a roll of the belly. "In the flesh," he chuckled.
; ; "Oh." Quick polite smile. That kid was going to military school as soon as she ; became Mrs Stephen Grayson. Maybe they could work some of the fat off him.
; ; "I want you to meet your replacement, sweetie," Stephen led Candace out to the ; kitchen.
; ; "Oh, you must be the penis woman," Angie offered her hand, which Candace ; didn't take.
; ; "The what?"
; ; "That tried to take your husband's penis away. Poor thing." She wrapped her ; arms around Stephen and hugged him from the side. "Bet we found ways around ; that, didn't we, snookums?"
; ; "That we did," Stephen beamed.
; ; "Guess you can't keep a good prick down, can you Dad?"
; ; "Nope, that you can't, Dickie." Then to Candace, "What do you think of that?"
; ; "I think you're still soft, no matter how much she tells you you're hard."
; ; Stephen opened his mouth, but there was a knock at the kitchen door, so he ; answered it first.
; ; Mrs Mulcahy from next door stood there in a raincoat. "Hi, Stephen." She had ; the short dark hair of a pixie-ish housewife and very cute dimples when she ; smiled, as she was doing now.
; ; "Uh, hi, Ann. What's up?"
; ; "Well, I was sitting next door when I had the indescribable urge to--" She ; flung open her raincoat to reveal that she wore only high heels underneath.
; ; Not even pubic fur.
; ; Dickie sputtered. "Mrs Mulcahy! You look great!"
; ; "Why, thank you, Dickie," she swayed her hips to the other side, then back ; for him.
; ; "I don't think Dickie needs to be seeing," Candace stepped in front of the ; naked woman, frowning at her bald pubes, "that."
; ; "Moooom!"
; ; "C'mon, Stephen," Angie tugged him by the hand, "I want to see our new ; bedroom. Show me where we'll be making love tonight."
; ; With a grin, Stephen left the kitchen with his replacement wife.
; ; "No, really, it's no good unless someone's looking," Mrs Mulcahy stepped to ; the side around Candace so Dickie could continue to ogle.
; ; "Now see here, Ann, I will not ... have ... him ...," Candace swayed slightly, ; then just stood there.
; ; "Ohh, trance! You have the irresistible desire to shave your pussy!" Mrs ; Mulcahy blurted. "And any woman that you come across in a trance, you will ; make this same suggestion to her."
; ; "Hey! Don't make suggestions to my Mom!" Dickie complained. "That's *MY* job! ; Okay, Mom, you are going to find that--"
; ; "Candace, where did you put the," Stephen called as he stepped back into the ; kitchen, but then halted when he saw her dazed look. He stepped in front of ; her unfocused eyes. "Are you-- ohgod, yes! You are going to get it now, ; bitch!" He clapped his hands in anticipation of payback.
; ; Startled, Dickie looked down at his crotch, where he had just sprouted a ; monstrous hard-on.
; ; "Okay, Candace, for starters--"
; ; "Dad! I think you'd better stop!" Dickie told him.
; ; "Nonsense! You gave her your suggestions last night. Now it's my turn! And I ; have a couple whoppers to give her! Candace you will-- ooomph!" The breath was ; knocked out of Stephen as Dickie barreled into him and toppled him to the ; floor. "What the-- cut it out, Dickie! Get offa me! Hey! What're you DOING?!"
; ; Dickie was fighting to get his father's belt unbuckled and his pants unzipped. ; "Sorry, Dad! I ... got an URGE!"
; ; "For Chrissakes!" Stephen tried to fight, but it was like trying to struggle ; with a 350 pound sack of horny potatoes that wanted sex RIGHT NOW. Unable to ; shove the weight off him, Stephen found his pants pulled down and himself ; rolled over on his belly, then he felt an urgent hammering at his-- behind ; his-- "For Chrissakes, Dickie! Don't *DO* that!" Stephen fought to keep his ; boxers pulled up as a thin shield against ... THAT!
; ; "Ohgod, Dad! I can't HELP myself!"
; ; "... looking ... at ... your bare pussy," Candace started up again, realized ; the bare-shaven woman was no longer in front of her, then turned to look at ; what Ann was gaping at.
; ; Thanking every god that had ever shown mercy to a human being, Dickie found ; his urge gone and crawled off his father.
; ; Stephen laid there limply.
; ; >From a safe distance, Dickie studied the back of Stephen's boxers. No hole. No ; hole! No hole! Thank God! So he had -- for SOME INSANE reason -- tried to, but ; he HADN'T. He HADN'T! Thank God!
; ; Stephen stood, visibly shaken, cast a glance over his shoulder at the 350 ; pound terror his son had turned out to be, then sank into Angie's arms, ; whimpering.
; ; "It's okay," she soothed, "It's okay. We'll pack the little monster off to ; military school right away. I hear they use instruments up the butt in hazings ; at such places. The little monster will feel right at home, getting sodomized ; by the other cadets."
; ; "I'm ... I'm SORRY, Dad! I have no idea what came over me!"
; ; Mrs Mulcahy crossed herself as she backed to the door with shocked eyes, then ; quickly left.
; ; "I just ... slipped into a trance again, didn't I?" Candace asked.
; ; Angie glared at her while Stephen sobbed into wife number two's shoulder.
; ; "Please, Mom," Dickie shook his head in horror, "stop being concerned with ; just yourself. I just ... tried to stick my ... up Dad's ... and I have NO ; IDEA WHY!"
; ; "I do."
; ; Dickie's head snapped to her.
; ; "You were protecting me. From his suggestions." She nodded toward the sobbing ; Stephen.
; ; "I-- no-- I mean, I love ya, Mom, but-- I wouldn't do THIS for you. And ; besides, Dad mighta come up with some good suggestions for you. No, it's gotta ; be--"
; ; "It's what Janine suggested to you when you were in a trance this afternoon."
; ; "When what?"
; ; "You slipped into a trance this afternoon, and she suggested that--"
; ; "No, I didn't."
; ; "Yes you did, sweetie."
; ; "No, I-- I couldn't have. I didn't even GO to the hypnotist."
; ; "And yet there you were, staring off into space. And I was worried about ; Stephen trying to pull some type of vengeance suggestions. So she suggested ; that if any man tried to plant suggestions in my head while I was in a trance, ; you would try to forcibly hump him. We figured that 350 pounds of attempted ; leg-humping -- or butt humping in this case -- is enough to distract anyone ; until I came to and was safe again."
; ; "I-- but-- how COULD you?!"
; ; "It's okay, honey. Daddy's shorts aren't torn. You didn't even achieve ; penetration."
; ; "That doesn't MATTER! I still shouldn't have to have my willy jammed up between ; ... between his ass cheeks!"
; ; "He bruised my rectum!" Stephen snapped back over his shoulder.
; ; "C'mon, baby, let's go make it all right," Angie started leading him off ; toward the bedroom. "I'll even lick you poor bruised rectum later. Will that ; make it better?"
; ; "I can't believe you DID that!" Dickie complained after those two left. "I ; don't want to jamming my pecker up some guy's-- I-- ohgod, I can't believe you ; did that! How COULD you?!" He ran off to the basement, his face bunched up.
; ; Candace shook her head. People could dish it out, but couldn't take it. She ; guessed she probably ought to go throw Stephen and his slut out of the ; bedroom.
; ; First, though ... she had the sudden urge to go shave her pussy bald.
; ;
; ; How would we fare?
; ; Find out on ... the Pumpkin's Night.
; ; ---
; ; God was coming.
; ; Seth could feel it in his belly, the same way he had always felt that the ; rapture would be real, not figurative, but real. Let the unbelievers scoff. ; Jesus would come through and sweep all the righteous up with Him in one ; glorious, beautiful moment; leaving the sinners empty, fetid gray hollow ; shells, with only their miserable selves, languishing upon the blackened ; earth.
; ; Let them scoff THEN.
; ; Yes, God was coming.
; ; And Seth was ready.
; ; ---
; ; Candace quietly slipped down the basement stairs in just a g-string and heels.
; ; She could have stormed into her own bedroom like a harpy, tried to chase ; Stephen and his slut out, maybe gotten into a screaming contest with them. But ; it was easier just to crawl downstairs into bed with Dickie.
; ; And Dickie didn't realize it fully yet, but he was safer for her to be around ; anyway.
; ; She knew he heard her footsteps, but he just laid on his bed, his back to her, ; still pouting about that little suggestion to try to butt-hump any of her ; would-be suggesters.
; ; But, ohgod, those sexy little rolls of blubber. Even under his t-shirt, their ; soft contours teased her, licked at her libido.
; ; Breath trembling, she reached and laid her hands on them, those soft squishy ; folds of fat, then slowly moved her fingers around, gently touching and ; squeezing.
; ; "Are you groping my fat?" he asked bluntly, not rolling over.
; ; "I guess," she breathed, so turned on that she was wetting herself, "I guess I ; am."
; ; "Well, stop it."
; ; "Dickie ... I want to show you something." She withdrew her hands and stepped ; back from the bed.
; ; He laid there, too sullen to move.
; ; "I think you'll like this," she sing-songed.
; ; After a few moments of consideration, Dickie looked over his shoulder, then ; rolled over. "What?"
; ; With a smile, Candace hooked her thumbs in her g-string and pulled it to her ; feet. She no longer HAD the faintest bit of fur to show him, so she figured, ; why the fuck not? Let him see the freshly shaven puss.
; ; After all, the poor little fella was so depressed about trying to hump his ; father's butt, maybe she would even ... let him touch a thing or two.
; ; "You're ... you're bald."
; ; "That I am," she smiled. "Do you like?" God, it felt good for him just to be ; looking at her!
; ; "But I didn't get to see it when you were dishwater blonde."
; ; "Oh, my pubes weren't dishwater blonde anyway, Dickie. My pussy fur is darker ; than the hair on my head. A lot of blondes are like that."
; ; She stepped to him wearing nothing but high heels. "Now, what I'd really like ; to do is ...," she spread her hands out on the ring of fat about his middle, ; then began moving them over it's rippling blubbery surface.
; ; "Mom ... you're feeling up my fat."
; ; "Ohgod, yes I am, Dickie. And I want to hold it and squeeze it while I sleep ; down here with you."
; ; "You want to what?!"
; ; "I just can't keep my hands off this soft squishy stuff!" Squeeze.
; ; "You want to sleep down here with me?"
; ; "Yes," she breathed as she crawled into bed with him, "I do. It'll be safer ; than with your father; plus, I can do ... this." She gave the rolls another ; squeeze.
; ; "Okay ... but then I get to--" he reached for her bare breasts.
; ; Halted abruptly.
; ; Looked a little funny.
; ; Flopped over on his other side and fumbled urgently at his own crotch.
; ; Then shook the bed as he frantically jerked his hard-on until it fired into ; his own palm.
; ; Wiped his spermy hands off onto his own chest.
; ; While Candy gently caressed his spare tire with a sweet smile the whole time.
; ; "Wait a minute! Why did I just-- ?!"
; ; "That was MY suggestion for you this afternoon, honey. Instead of touching ; Mommy's parts, you'll ... wank yourself for her instead."
; ; "Maaamaaaa!"
; ; "It's okay, sweetie. Who else gets to have their belly stroked like this all ; night long? Sperming your own chest up is a small price to pay for caresses ; like this."
; ; Her hands softly roamed lovingly over his surplus weight.
; ; ---
; ; Halfway through the night, Dickie woke up to the warm wetness of his mother's ; tongue licking his rolls of fat.
; ; His little penis was at stiff erectness, but her hands avoided that, caressing ; instead those great soft lumpy layers of fatty deposits over his belly and ass.
; ; After a few minutes, he heard muffled squeaks slip out of her mouth as she ; came. Just from ... squeezing his folds.
; ; It wasn't FAIR! SHE could touch HIM, but HE couldn't touch HER!
; ; He laid his hand on her thigh and started to move it toward her crotch, ; thinking to get at least one good feel of those cute little hairless pussy ; lips before--
; ; Suddenly he jerked over on his other side to face away from her and furiously ; wanked the little fella until he came.
; ; Dammit! He had wanted to at least touch those bald--
; ; "THAT'S my little boy," her hands continued to lightly play with his big soft ; belly.
; ; ---
; ; Dickie sat at the table, moping. Life sucked. His mother was jiggling about ; the kitchen in nothing more than high heels, moist hairless pussy feeling the ; cool lick of air as she moved about.
; ; And he couldn't touch nuthin'.
; ; It wasn't fair!
; ; He was so depressed he'd even stopped eating after his twelfth pancake.
; ; "Oh, Dickie, this is WONDERFUL!" she giggled as she knelt in front of him and ; laid her hands on his love handles. "The freedom to just prance around naked ; and show all my good parts to you! I LIKE this hypnosis stuff! Plus, I get to ; ...." She pulled up the front of his t-shirt and began licking his rolls of ; fat.
; ; "But Maaama! It's not fair! I can't touch nuthin' on YOU! Not unless I want to ; sit here and play with myself in front of you! How could you DO-- OW!"
; ; "Oops, sorry," she giggled. "I got a little carried away there. Your blubber ; just tastes so scrumptious, baby."
; ; He looked where he was reddening from her love-nip. "You gave me a FAT HICKEY, ; is what you did!"
; ; "Oops! Guess I did. Here, let me make it up to you." She straightened up, ; pulled his hands by the wrists to cover her tits and smiled to his horrified ; face.
; ; "Maaama!" he gasped, his eyes widening before he could even squeeze them. ; Instead, he abandoned tit, frantically loosed and dropped his pants, gripped ; his erection, and his hips started pumping into his fist. "Dammit, Mama!" his ; voice vibrated as he self-worked his tool. "Don't *DO* that!"
; ; "Oh, Dickie, I started to get depressed, your father and his new bitch were so ; snide to me this morning before they left for work. But being able to feel up ; your flab, and to watch my little perv play with himself for me -- you just ; make my day so much happier, sweetie!"
; ; "Maaaama!"
; ; "Cum for me now, sweetie."
; ; "Mama, you can't-- you can't-- oh! Goddammit!" He cupped one hand over the top ; of his cock to catch the pecker spit, then clenched as he fired.
; ; "Oh, what a good boy!"
; ; "Ohgod! Ohgod! OHGOD!" Big clench and shiver. He looked at her, his face red, ; his hands coated with cream, which he started wiping off on his own t-shirt. ; "How can you *DO* this to me?!"
; ; "Oh, Dickie, you're just so CUTE when you do that! Do it again!" She grabbed ; his wrists and tried to yank his hands back up over her boobs, but he fought ; her, eyes wide.
; ; "Maaaama!" he complained as he struggled with her, "How can you TREAT me this ; way?!"
; ; "Awww," Candace teased, "Don't you want to touch them, honey? They're yours ; for the feeling. Just reach out and--"
; ; There was a knock at the door, and Candace quit playing and made a quick dash ; back to her bedroom to get a robe.
; ; "Whatsamatter, Mama? Hmm?" Dickie called after her. "Don't you want to show ; your tits to EVERYBODY?" Making faces and grumbling, he went to answer the ; door, slime still on his t-shirt.
; ; It was Arthur, and his mother and older sister. His mother, Dickie was ; disappointed to see, was in a raincoat -- though ... maybe she was naked ; underneath and would flash them later.
; ; "Hi, Dickie," Arthur sighed. "My sister wanted to run you through the ; interrogation about--"
; ; "Hey!" she barked to cut him off.
; ; Arthur sighed again. "She wants to ASK you a few questions." Face of sympathy. ; "Good luck, man."
; ; Arthur's sister, Abigail, was two years older than Dickie and her brother, so ; Dickie knew her by reputation from high school. She was pretty enough, with ; dark shoulder-length hair, and Dickie had the impression that she'd never ; gotten anything less than an "A" in her whole life. But, "She's not naked," ; Dickie commented quietly to his friend.
; ; "Tell me about it. She was out of town when the hypnotist came through, so she ; doesn't HAVE trances now. And she's just 'appalled' by what we've all done ; with the place."
; ; "Arthur tells me that your mother is having trances too, and that you're ; exploiting her with no more scruples than he has, taking advantage of your own ; mother. Is that true?"
; ; "She's a psych major at college," Arthur explained.
; ; "Can I take this off now?" Mrs Venturi plucked at her raincoat. "It's all ; itchy."
; ; "No, Mom," Abigail sighed, "You don't really WANT to take it off. These boys ; were just trying to use you to satisfy their own perverted desires by taking ; advantage of you in your compromised state."
; ; "Yeah, but it's still itchy," she complained.
; ; "Keep the coat *ON*, Mom," Abigail rolled her eyes and sighed, then back to ; Dickie, "So your mother is having trances?"
; ; "Yeah ... she's slipped into a couple of them."
; ; "And Arthur said you made her run around topless, you little perv?!"
; ; Dickie frowned at her for a second, then wiped his hand on the recent cum stain ; on his shirt. "I don't believe we've been properly introduced," he used that ; same hand to grab hers and shake it. "I'm Dickie Grayson. And you must be ; Arthur's big bitch sister Abigail." He let go of her hand with a wipe.
; ; "What do you have on your ...," she raised her hand and rubbed her fingers ; together. Then she cast her eyes to her brother's similarly stained shirt. ; "Awww, God! You little creep!"
; ; Dickie and Arthur both broke out in grins.
; ; With a tut, Abigail wiped her hand on the hip of her jeans and continued on, ; determined to ignore the remaining traces of Dickie-sperm on her fingers, to ; cheat him of the satisfaction of grossing her out. "Is she here? Your mother? ; I'd like to talk to her, ask her a few questions."
; ; Dickie narrowed his eyes suspiciously.
; ; "If she can figure out what's causing these trances," Arthur added in, "she ; thinks she can figure out a way to cancel the suggestions."
; ; If she cancelled the suggestions, Dickie reasoned, his mom wouldn't be running ; around naked or offering her boobs up to him. But then he also wouldn't have ; to play with himself in public whenever he touched any of her good parts.
; ; And he was pretty sure that he could still wear his mother down with "the ; voice" until she flashed him her tits or pussy just to get him to shut up. ; He'd just keep reminding her that he'd already seen them, and he knew the ; power of "the voice" to erode people's resolve.
; ; Before he could give his permission, Candace walked out wearing a robe. "Who ; is it, Dickie?"
; ; "Candy!" Mrs Venturi's eyes lit up.
; ; "Cut it out, Mom," Abigail snapped at her. "Mrs Grayson, I'd like to ask you a ; few questions. About your trances, and about the abuse your son has put you ; through."
; ; "Hey!" Dickie complained.
; ; "Sure, come on in," Candace stepped back from the door.
; ; The trio filed in, and they all went to the kitchen, where Abigail continued ; to offend Dickie with her accusatory tone. Candace answered a number of ; questions.
; ; "Are you very sure that the trances are affecting even people that did not ; attend the hypnotist's show?"
; ; "Oh, yes, very sure."
; ; "How can you be so confident?"
; ; "Dickie tried to sodomize his father last night to protect me from further ; suggestions."
; ; "Mama! That's NOT something we mention in front of OTHER PEOPLE!" Dickie ; flushed crimson.
; ; "Oh, look at him blushing," Candace stood and stepped toward him. "Normally, ; he'd never stand up for me like that. But I suggested it to him in a trance, ; and there he was, trying to shove it up his father's ass to protect me -- my ; little hero."
; ; "Mama!"
; ; She grabbed a wrist, jerked it up and cupped his hand over her breast. "He ; also performs tricks."
; ; "MAAAAAAMA!"
; ; Dickie jerked his hand back, aghast, yanked down his pants down in front of ; Arthur, Arthur's mother and Arthur's bitch sister, then began whacking the ; weener with a dark red face.
; ; "Isn't he cute!" Candace admired her little performer.
; ; "Oh, MAN!" Arthur averted his eyes. "It's wrong just to SEE something like ; that!"
; ; "And he performs like this for you anytime you pull his hand to your breast?" ; Abigail gloated with a grin while Dickie whacked.
; ; "Anytime he touches anything he shouldn't be touching. It helps to keep him in ; line. Especially since he grew up to be such a little perv otherwise. I really ; think this hypnosis stuff is WONDERFUL if you handle it correctly."
; ; Dickie grunted as he clenched and fired into his palm, then wiped the scum off ; on the front of his t-shirt.
; ; Ohgod. He had just played with himself in front of that bitch Abigail.
; ; As soon as he looked up, she was going to be smirking at him, gloating.
; ; Goddammit!
; ; Well, the only way to handle something like this was to hit it head on. He ; looked up and glared at her.
; ; She just smiled pleasantly back. "Oh, make him do it again, Mrs Grayson."
; ; "DON'T you DARE!" Dickie hissed at his mother. He stood and jerked his pants ; back up.
; ; "Isn't he cute?" Candace beamed.
; ; "Cute as a fat boy can be," Abigail grinned.
; ; The conversation turned to others affected, including Ann Mulcahy, who had ; wandered over to flash herself last night. At Abigail's request, Candace ; called Mrs Mulcahy to ask her to come over.
; ; While Candace was on the phone, Abigail looked over at her brother and Dickie ; and shook her head. "You two sick little scumbags. How can you even live with ; yourselves? Taking advantage of these women like this!"
; ; "Take advantage of THEM?!" Dickie sputtered. "They're taking advantage OF ME!"
; ; "Poetic justice if you ask me, you little creep!"
; ; "You-- ! You-- ! Bitch!"
; ; "Watch it, fat boy, or I'll get your mommy to come attack you with her titties ; when she gets off the phone. Maybe I'll film your desperate little ; jerk-off afterwards. We could show it at parties then, sort of as a cautionary ; tale."
; ; Dickie stood and took a couple steps back. "You-- ! You-- ! I HATE you!"
; ; "Oh, forgive me, everyone," Candace said from behind Dickie as she lifted the ; front bottom of his shirt to run her hands over his rotund belly, startling ; him, "but I just can't keep my hands off this boy's blubber!"
; ; ---
; ; There was a knock at the door a few minutes later, and Candace answered it. ; "Uh, hi, Ann. You, uhm, progressed from flashing to full topless now?"
; ; She stepped back, and Mrs Mulcahy stepped in, indeed topless, with just a ; short white skirt and heels on.
; ; "Forgive me, everyone. No, I've caught some type of virus that seems to be ; going around. Valerie from up the street stopped by this morning, and her ; breasts have gotten so sensitive that if anything brushes them, she cums like ; a herd of horses. Before she even left, I found that I'd caught it too.
; ; "It's just awful. I CAN'T wear a bra now, not unless I want to become one ; continuous throbbing orgasm. And I have to walk around delicately, like I have ; a hangover or something, because even a little jiggle is enough to set me off."
; ; "I think it's stylish," Mrs Venturi nodded approvingly. "The toplessness, I ; mean. And they're just darling. Maybe we should all just bare our breasts, ; don't you think, Candace?"
; ; "Hush, Mom!" Abigail snapped, then narrowed her eyes at her brother. "You are *SO* ; going to burn in hell for this, Arthur!"
; ; "Candace, forget all previous suggestions and listen only to mine," Mrs ; Mulcahy suddenly blurted, and everyone else turned their head to see what she ; was looking at: Candace was standing there in a trance.
; ; Eyes wide in dread, Dickie snapped his head to Arthur. "Don't say a WORD!" he ; hissed urgently. He REALLY did not want to have to force his penis between his ; friend's asscheeks!
; ; "I wasn't going to--"
; ; "Pssht!" he made a cutting gesture with his hands, "NOT a WORD!"
; ; Meanwhile, Mrs Mulcahy quickly cascaded through her suggestion, "Your breasts ; are extraordinarily sensitive! If anything touches them or jiggles them or ; brushes them, even a good breeze, you will immediately orgasm! You won't ; consciously remember this suggestion, you'll just know your tits are ; hypersensitive. And anytime you see another woman in a trance, you will ; immediately repeat to her the same suggestion I've just given you and then ; forget that you did so. Now awaken."
; ; A moment of silence passed then as everyone studied Candace's eyes. They ; fluttered, then blinked. Then she turned toward Mrs Venturi. "No, Alice, not ; in front of the-- ungh! Uuuuunnnnggh! Ohgod!" She crumpled to the floor, ; shivering and writhing.
; ; "Oh, no!" Mrs Mulcahy's hands flew to her cheeks. "She's caught it too! This ; is what happened to me! We have to get her robe off, or she'll keep cumming ; and cumming until she blows her mind!"
; ; "Oh, goodie!" Mrs Venturi scampered to her friend's assistance. "I'LL free ; your tits, Candy!"
; ; "Mom! No!"
; ; "It's to save her mind from being blown, Abigail!" Mrs Venturi called back as ; she pulled Candace up to a sitting position, jerked the front of the robe ; open, sending buttons flying, then pulled it down off her upper body.
; ; Candace just moaned as her eyes rolled about.
; ; A few moments of stunned silence over what just happened followed.
; ; "Mrs Mulcahy," Abigail asked finally, "why did you make that suggestion to ; her?"
; ; "What suggestion?"
; ; "You don't remember making a suggestion to Mrs Grayson just a minute ago?"
; ; "No." Then she knelt beside Candace. "Oh, you poor dear. You've caught the ; same virus I caught, and now your tits are supersensitive."
; ; "I-- I-- ohgod, that felt good."
; ; "She doesn't remember making the suggestion," Arthur looked at his sister. ; "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
; ; "That Mrs Mulcahy slipped into a trance this morning while 'Valerie from up ; the street' was visiting? And that Valerie made the same suggestion to Mrs ; Mulcahy that Mrs Mulcahy just made to Mrs Grayson? That this is a ; self-propagating suggestion?"
; ; "Well, the first part anyway. I don't know what 'self-propagating' means."
; ; "It means that the suggestion passes itself onto others. If I'm right ... ; watch this."
; ; Loudly enough to catch Mrs Grayson's and Mrs Mulcahy's attention, Abigail ; started, "No, Arthur, you can't just--" then froze, staring blankly ahead.
; ; Mrs Mulcahy and Candace both tumbled through the same words, "Abigail, forget ; all previous suggestions and listen only to mine. Your breasts are ; extraordinarily sensitive! If anything touches them or jiggles them or ; brushes them, even a good breeze, you will immediately orgasm! You won't ; consciously remember this suggestion, you'll just know your tits are ; hypersensitive. And anytime you see another woman in a trance, you will ; immediately repeat to her the same suggestion I've just given you and then ; forget that you did so. Now awaken."
; ; "I've got you now, bitch!" Dickie gave a nasty smile, still resentful that ; Arthur's sister had gotten to see him masturbate uncontrollably.
; ; Abigail looked to Arthur. "See? They both repeated the instructions as soon as ; they thought I was in a trance. This suggestion automatically passes onto new ; victims whenever someone falls into a trance around a current victim!"
; ; "Cum, bitch!" Dickie's hand darted to one of Abigail's tits and squeezed.
; ; Her eyes widened, stunned, then narrowed, angered. Then she hauled back and ; decked him.
; ; "I wasn't really *IN* a trance, fat boy! And if you ever touch my breasts ; again, I will amputate your hand at the wrist!"
; ; Dickie sat up, a little blood dripping out of his nose. "M-- ma-- maaaaama! ; She hit me!"
; ; Candace was trying to cum down off the orgasms that had just mugged her. She ; was feeling ... well, great. But awfully embarrassed.
; ; Mrs Venturi was sitting on the floor behind her, legs wrapped around Candace's ; waist and gently nibbling on Candace's neck to help distract her from the ; echoes of the tremendous orgasms the poor thing had just endured.
; ; "You like girls, don't you, Candy?" Mrs Venturi encouraged softly.
; ; "No ... no, I just want to-- uuuungh!" She gasped, then came, as Mrs Venturi ; "accidentally" brushed a nipple.
; ; "Let's try that again," Mrs Venturi started over when Candace stopped ; shivering. "You LIKE girls, don't you, Candy?"
; ; "Please ... Alice ... I just want to ..."
; ; "Oops," Mrs Venturi grinned as her hand accidentally slid over a breast again, ; and Candace gasped and shivered, eyes fluttering.
; ; "Hey, quit trying to brainwash my mom!" Dickie complained. Yeah, he was still ; hoping for girl-on-girl action, but he needed some sympathy for his bloody ; nose right now!
; ; "Mom, leave her alone!" Abigail barked.
; ; "Mama, I'm bleeding!" Dickie held forth a blood-dabbed forefinger as proof. ; "She HIT me!"
; ; "Dickie ... (pant) ... I'm a little ...."
; ; "You LIKE girls, don't you, Candy?"
; ; "Please, Alice ... don't ... not again ... God! Uuungh!" She shivered and ; fluttered as she was nip-stroked.
; ; "Mom!" Abigail rolled her eyes, annoyed, "Leave the woman alone! You DON'T ; really LIKE women! You're just acting out Arthur's sick perverted fantasies." ; She glared at Arthur, whose grin was irrepressible.
; ; "Momma! I'm BLEEDIN'!" Dickie waved his pink fingertip in the air, a feeble ; demand to the universe for justice.
; ; "Now Candy, who is it that we like?"
; ; "Girls ... girls ... I like girls, okay, Alice? Will that make you-- uunnngh! ; Ohgod!"
; ; Mrs Venturi grinned as Candace shivered and rippled in her arms again.
; ; "But she GAVE you the answer you WANTED?!" Dickie complained.
; ; "I know," Mrs Venturi smiled as Candace writhed in front of her, "I'm ; rewarding her."
; ; Disgusted, Abigail marched over. "Mom! Up! Now!"
; ; "I'm just--"
; ; "I don't care, Mom. Up. Now. We're leaving."
; ; "Oh, foo!" Mrs Venturi griped as she stood. Candace got her tits jiggled in ; the process and gasped and came again. "Now see what you've caused?" Mrs ; Venturi looked at her daughter as she gestured at the moaning woman.
; ; Dickie was still holding his index finger of blood out forlornly, so Arthur ; took pity. "Mom, you shouldn't have tried to brainwash Dickie's mom. I think ; you've offended him."
; ; "Oh, my, I've done it again, haven't I, Arthur?" She turned to face away from ; Dickie, hiked the back of her raincoat up to bare her pantied ass, and cocked ; it out at him. "Perhaps he should spank me then, so that I'll know better in ; the future."
; ; "Oh. My. God!" Abigail glared at her brother. "What ELSE have you done?!"
; ; With a grin, Dickie smack-grabbed Mrs Venturi's ass.
; ; "Oh! Thank you, sir!"
; ; "Goddammit! You stop that, you little perv!"
; ; Smack-grab.
; ; "Oh! Thank you, sir!"
; ; "You also offended me," Dickie smiled, "by having and raising a bitch like ; Abigail. She's nothing but an animal that just goes around punching people in ; the face." Smack-grab.
; ; "Oh! Thank you, sir!"
; ; At that point, Abigail had crossed to Dickie, slapped him and pulled his hand ; back from the awaiting ass of her mother.
; ; The two glared at each other.
; ; "Arthur?" she called, not breaking her stare with the fat boy.
; ; "Yeah?" he chuckled.
; ; "Pray that you never fall into a trance when I'm around." She broke her glare ; with Dickie then, and walked to the door. "Come on you two, we're out of ; here."
; ; After the three stepped out, Mrs Mulcahy slowly made her way toplessly toward ; the door, like she was balancing an orgasm on the top of her head. Or on top ; of her tits, as the case may be. "You poor dear," she called back carefully, ; "you've caught the hypersensitive tits too. Just take it very slowly and be ; careful not to jiggle -- that's the only advice I can give you. Oh, and don't ; start squeezing on them yourself. I know you'll be sorely tempted, but that's ; the path to moral decay and corruption. Good luck."
; ; As Dickie helped, Candace gently eased herself up, trying not to stimulate ; tit.
; ; ---
; ; Candace spent the rest of the afternoon moving delicately about, minimizing ; mammarific stimulation, although Dickie kept accidentally bumping into her ; shoulders, causing her tits to jiggle and climaxes to fire off in her brain.
; ; While he was getting the food out of the refrigerator for his 4:00 PM feeding, ; he heard her gasp from the table and craned his neck to look. "Mom ... did you ; just pinch your own nipple?!" Her fingers were still lingering there.
; ; "Mmmm," she sighed after a few moments, "no ... of course not ... I wouldn't ; do anything like that ...."
; ; "Do it again," he urged her as he carried the food over to the table.
; ; "Do what?" she sighed as she smiled softly. "This ... ?" She brushed a finger ; along a nipple. "Nnnggg ...."
; ; Dickie was wedging the hoagie into his maw as he watched the woman's eyes ; flutter. Yeah, he thought, this was gettin' good to the bitch!
; ; "Do it again! Do it again!" he encouraged after she settled down a little bit ; and he subdued the mouthful of food down his throat.
; ; "I shouldn't ...."
; ; "Do it!"
; ; She moved her spread hand across her breast to finger-flick nip three times in ; one pass, then arched her back as she gasped and sighed.
; ; Her exquisite sensations had to be cut short, however, as a key inserted in ; the front door, and Stephen stepped into the house.
; ; "Dad?! You're home early!" Dickie managed, spraying a little food as he did ; so. He was trying to cover for the cumming woman, who was biting her lip hard, ; trying to get the awesome sensations to let up a little bit.
; ; "Uh, yeah." He turned around and made sure the door was locked back, and ; fastened the latch. "We keep the back door locked too, don't we, Candace?"
; ; She opened her mouth to attempt speech, but only a squeak came out.
; ; "Why don't you go check it, Dad," Dickie suggested.
; ; "Yeah ... I'll do that." He hurried toward the back of the house.
; ; "Dickie ... he CAN'T find out about this."
; ; "Gee, find out about what, Mom?"
; ; "About my breasts being so ... that they cause me to ... about the ...."
; ; "Insta-gasms? But why? It doesn't hurt, it just feels good."
; ; "Yes, it feels good -- it feels TOO good. The man will make me into his sex ; slave. I'll be so silly with orgasm that I won't know what I'm doing. I'm your ; mother, Dickie. You can't let something like that happen to me."
; ; "Yeah, your secret is safe with me. Just one favor first, though. Flick them ; again. For me."
; ; "Dickie," she shook her head. "I ... can't."
; ; "Hey, Dad!" Dickie brayed.
; ; Swallowing, Candace cupped and squeezed both breasts, then rolled her eyes ; back up in her head for Dickie.
; ; "Yeah?! What's the matter?!" Stephen hurried back out into the kitchen.
; ; "You're sure taking a long time to check the back door."
; ; "I was checking to make sure all the windows are locked too."
; ; "Uhm ... why, Dad?"
; ; "Things got a little ... insane ... at work today."
; ; "Like they weren't yesterday?"
; ; "That was sex. This is violence, Dickie. Paula came in this morning, preaching ; that we have to smite the wicked. And then she proceeded to inform us who was ; and was not wicked and how each deserved to be smited."
; ; "This is Paula that was sucking your cock yesterday, Dad?"
; ; "Yeah! Paula was a perfectly good girl yesterday, sucking, ehr, cock. Today, ; she's been possessed by some maniacal god of vengeance or something. She's ; getting off on graphically describing the punishment each person at the office ; 'deserves'.
; ; "And every time someone at the office fell into a trance today, she fought to ; get everyone else out of the room -- she even drew a pair of scissors and ; threatened to STAB me! -- and when they come out of the locked office ; afterwards, they've BOTH been turned and are obsessed with punishing 'the ; wicked'.
; ; "I'll tell you, though: threatening to stab someone with a pair of scissors ; seems pretty damn wicked in MY opinion!
; ; "Even your new mother Angie got ... turned into one of those ... vengeful ; THINGS!"
; ; "And you're afraid she's going to snip off Mr Softie for you?"
; ; "Or make ME obsessed the hurting people the next time I slip into a trance. ; God, you should see the hate in their eyes! It's horrible!"
; ; "Do you think she'll attack you here at the house?" Candace asked, recovered ; from her orgasm now.
; ; "I don't know WHAT those crazies will do!"
; ; "Should we leave? Is it unsafe here, Stephen?"
; ; "No, they have lots of other people to attack. They think EVERYONE'S got ; something they should pay for. If we're really lucky, maybe they'll just smite ; and kill each other and wipe themselves out."
; ; "Are you sure it's safe?"
; ; "Yeah, positive. We're perfectly safe. Everything will be fine. Where are the ; knives?"
; ; Son and wife looked at him.
; ; "You know ... just in case."
; ; ---
; ; Candace slept with Dickie again. If that were the safer choice before, the ; threat of her husband's new homicidal girlfriend only made it more so.
; ; "Whatsamatter, Mom?" Dickie shook her shoulder with a smile.
; ; "Dickie, don--nnnngggggh!" she moaned again.
; ; This was great! He just kept shaking her shoulder, and she just kept cumming. ; He'd been playing this game with her the last forty-five minutes. She didn't ; really seem to mind -- even though she kept telling him he SHOULDN'T do it, ; she never got out of bed and left or anything.
; ; As a matter of fact, he was about willing to jerk off in front of her in ; exchange for a good squeeze and lick of those 'gasm-triggering tits.
; ; He rolled her over on her back, triggering another moan and quiver from her. ; Then he just ... planted his lips around a nip and tongued and sucked for all ; he was worth. He knew he only had a second or two before he would be forced to ; stop and wank himself, but ... this was worth it.
; ; "Ohgod, Dickie! Ohgod, DICKIE!" she forgot herself and wailed.
; ; He smirked as he tongued: yep, she was a screamer.
; ; Fifteen seconds later, he realized he was still tonguing. And not wanking.
; ; "God, Dickie! OHGOD, Dickie!"
; ; He began doing broad laps of his tongue up the boob and over the nipple while ; she bucked in pleasure underneath him.
; ; And STILL he wasn't pulling on his own peter!
; ; That must be it! She had told him that if he GRABBED any of her good parts, he ; would become little wanker boy! She hadn't said ANYTHING about tonguing!
; ; "ohgod, Dickie! Ohgod, Dickie! You're BLOWING my MIND!" she sighed as he gave ; her a few seconds break.
; ; Then he leaned back in again, and she began to buck some more. This wasn't all ; that different from tonguing a gumdrop, really. Except, this gumdrop was ; writhing in orgasm.
; ; Both were way too absorbed in their fun to hear the window pane shatter ; upstairs.
; ; ---
; ; "Sinner!" a female voice shrieked, in a tone that caused Dickie to jerk back ; from Candace's tit in fear.
; ; "FAT BOY and HARLOT!" Angie marched forward, brandishing a mallet meat ; tenderizer, "You must suffer for your sins!"
; ; "Hey! Hey! Hey!" Dickie rolled his blubber out of bed. "What the-- what are ; you doing with that hammer?!"
; ; "How much sin can you commit with your testicles ground into paste? Hmm, fat ; boy?! The LORD wants you SMITED!"
; ; "No, no, no!" Dickie's hands darted to cover his crotch. "Not THESE ; testicles!"
; ; "Sinner!" she launched against him.
; ; "Bitch!" he brought his forearm up to block the mallet blow at his head, then ; started hopping and cursing when he succeeded. "Ow, goddammit! Ow, goddammit! ; That HURT!" He turned around to look at her accusingly.
; ; Just in time to get clipped on the side of the head.
; ; ---
; ; "Whuuungh?" Dickie tried to focus.
; ; "DON'T jar me, Dickie!" his mother said from above him. "Come on! We have to ; get out of here! Now!"
; ; He started to sit up. "I-- OW! Goddammit!" The side of his head hurt like a ; bitch!
; ; "Don't JAR me! I can't afford to cum! Not now!"
; ; "What's--" He looked around. They were still in his bedroom. His mother was ; knelt beside him, trying to help get him up. Angie was standing near the bed, ; staring off into space.
; ; "She ... tranced?!"
; ; "Yes! And that's the ONLY thing that saved us from that crazy woman! But we ; don't have much longer, and we need to get out of here NOW!"
; ; He held the side of his head and groaned as he stood. "We should give her some ; suggestions--"
; ; "I already did," Candace said, easing slowly up so as not to jiggle a tit. ; "But let's just get out of here."
; ; They started toward the stairs when Angie blinked, then spun around. ; "Sinners!" she screamed.
; ; "YOU learn sin, BITCH!" Candace screamed back.
; ; "Oh! Oh! OhGOD!" Angie dropped to the floor writhing.
; ; "What-- she's-- ?"
; ; "She'll cum for the next hour," Candace scowled, "stupid self-righteous ; bitch. That was my suggestion and trigger phrase. And maybe she'll kill ; HERSELF in penitence afterwards."
; ; Dickie turned around to face the writhing mass. "YOU learn sin, BITCH!" he ; echoed, "YOU learn sin, bitch!" Bitch had hit him in the head with a hammer!
; ; Angie moaned a little harder from the floor.
; ; "We need to go, Dickie. Right now."
; ; "Really? And where do you think you can go?" Stephen asked from the bottom of ; the stairs, holding a meat cleaver.
; ; "Dad! We already took care of her. Come on, we need to get out of here!"
; ; "No. You need to pay for your sins."
; ; "Dad?"
; ; "Stephen?"
; ; "Sinners must pay. And if they survive, they need to be converted to the ; righteous. I am righteous now."
; ; "No, Stephen, YOU'RE a sinner. You cheated on your wife, you even brought ; another woman into OUR marriage bed. YOU need to pay for YOUR sins first, ; Stephen," Candace tried.
; ; "No. I am righteous. I am cleansed. You are sinners. The righteous smite the ; sinners."
; ; "Ohgod, Stephen, you can't do this. We're your wife and son. You can't--"
; ; Dickie's eyes jerked to his mother. She was staring off into space. "Mom?!" ; No. No! NO! She could NOT slip off into a trance NOW!
; ; An evil laugh came from Stephen. "Candace, forget all previous suggestions and ; listen only to mine. Henceforth you will--"
; ; With a bellow, Dickie careened into Stephen, bowling him over and sending the ; meat cleaver skittering across the room. There was no courage or bravery ; involved here, just the irresistible urge to get his sudden erection up ; Stephen's ass.
; ; "Nooo!" Stephen shrieked as Dickie got him around the waist and began flinging ; him from side to side, then ripped his shorts down.
; ; "Nooooooo!" Stephen brayed as Dickie got him on his belly, then slabbed all that ; blubber down on top of his back.
; ; "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Stephen brayed as the sheer physics of all Dickie's ; weight pushed down on about a square inch of rigid cockhead cause it to slip ; slowly but inevitably through and past Stephen's horrified quivering ; sphincter.
; ; Then all that blubber almost made little slurping sounds as Dickie hammered ; away at the near-catatonic man, in and out, in and out, in and out of ; Stephen's shocked and unhappy asshole.
; ; "--you can't do this to us, Stephen," Candace started, then realized that ; Stephen was no longer in front of her and deduced she must have slipped into a ; trance. Angie was still orgasming, but there was now a big pile of moaning ; flesh to the left of the stairs. "Dickie?!"
; ; "Oh! Thank God, Mom!" Dickie hefted himself up off cornholed man and jerked ; his pants up. "We will NEVER speak of this!"
; ; "We need to go now, Dickie!"
; ; "Agreed!"
; ; The ran up the stairs, to the car, and pulled out into the night.
; ; ---
; ; "Abigail, he's really scared. I mean, his dad came after them with a meat ; cleaver."
; ; "And you believe that?"
; ; "Haven't you learned anything by talking to all the 'victims' this afternoon?! ; Everyone that was in this town when the hypnotist came through is going into ; trances and accepting suggestions now. Someone must have made a suggestion to ; Mr Grayson, and he's gotten confused about it and thinks he should hurt his ; wife and son. So, yes, Dickie and Mrs Grayson really COULD BE in danger."
; ; Abigail looked over at the couch. She was in a robe, having been woken at 3:00 ; in the morning and a little grouchy about it.
; ; "It's okay, Candy," Mrs Venturi was telling the topless redheaded woman, ; "Everything's going to be okay. Oops." She had accidentally brushed her ; fingertips across one of those bared nipples.
; ; Candace sucked in air as she arched her head back and shivered in climax, ; while Mrs Venturi admired the effect the orgasm had on Candy's beautiful ; features.
; ; Dickie was on the other end of the couch, ready to enjoy a little girl-on-girl ; action between Mrs Venturi and his Mom.
; ; "Okay," Abigail sighed. "They can stay. But they can't interfere with what I'm ; trying to do. We need to find some way to cure Mom and the whole rest of this ; town from the trances and suggestions."
; ; "If anything, they should be a help. You'll have two more subjects in the ; house to study." Then he walked over to his friend. "She says you two can ; stay, Dickie."
; ; "Oh, goodie!" Mrs Venturi brightened. "Gee, oops." Another accidental nipple ; brushing. Candace's eyes fluttered as she shivered, then widened as she felt a ; tongue wet her lips. "Alice?!"
; ; "Sorry, you just have the most kissable lips, Candy."
; ; "Mom, quit kissing Mrs Grayson," Abigail barked. "And everybody needs to get ; to bed, or I'm going to be too tired to do anything tomorrow."
; ; "Candy sleeps with me!" Mrs Venturi called.
; ; "No, she and Dickie both sl--" She halted and stared off into space.
; ; Candace immediately blurted, "Abigail, forget all previous suggestions and ; listen only to mine. Your breasts are extraordinarily sensitive! If anything ; touches them or jiggles them or brushes them, even a good breeze, you will ; immediately orgasm! You won't consciously remember this suggestion, you'll ; just know your tits are hypersensitive. And anytime you see another woman in a ; trance, you will immediately repeat to her the same suggestion I've just given ; you and then forget that you did so. Now awaken."
; ; "Did she actually ... ?" Dickie whispered, pointing at Abigail, after a silent ; moment passed.
; ; "No, she's just testing your Mom to make sure no other viral suggestions have ; gotten planted in her," Arthur told him.
; ; Abigail stopped staring off into space and looked at the two boys. "All right, ; she's infected with the 'hypersensitive breasts' suggestion. I don't think ; she'll try to infect you two -- this strain seems to only cause women to pass ; it on to other women. But -- you both need to watch, and if Mom goes into a ; trance, you need to clap your hand over Mrs Grayson's mouth so that Mom ; doesn't wind up with hypersensitive breasts too. Understood?"
; ; They both agreed.
; ; "Okay, Mrs Grayson is sleeping with Dickie in the spare bedroom. Now everyone ; back to bed, and keep it quiet tonight. I need some sleep, or I'm going to get ; testy."
; ; ---
; ; When Dickie woke, the first thing he did was head out to the kitchen to scope ; out the refrigerator situation. His face was a little disappointed as he gazed ; upon its contents -- the Venturis obviously did not eat as well as the ; Graysons.
; ; Oh, well, he'd manage. He began sampling foodstuffs as he unloaded them onto ; the counter. After sufficient sampling, he homed in on the tuna casserole, the ; cold mashed potatoes and the brownies on the counter. It sure looked like ; somebody needed to do some more cooking today, or they'd be running out of ; food soon.
; ; Stomach satisfactorily inflated, Dickie headed into the living room, where he ; found his mother and Mrs Venturi sitting together on the couch and Arthur on ; the large chair across from them, watching them.
; ; "What do we like, Candy?" Mrs Venturi traced her nails perilously close to a ; Candy tit.
; ; "We like ... girls ...," Candace breathed, trying to suppress her orgasmic ; reflex.
; ; "And what do we like to do with girls, Candy?"
; ; Mrs Venturi's nails came a little too close to a tit, and Candace's breath ; caught as she fought to suppress orgasm.
; ; "Hmm?"
; ; "We like to ... to kiss them ... and lick them ... and make them squeal and ; beg to cum."
; ; "Mmm, we do don't we. Give me a little kiss, Candy."
; ; "But your ... your son is watching."
; ; "So? We'll give him a little thrill."
; ; "I ...," Candace leaned closer, "I ...," closer ...
; ; "Use tongue ...," Mrs Venturi breathed just before lips pressed.
; ; "Oh! Cool!" Dickie nodded approvingly.
; ; Candace broke the kiss and leaned delicately back. "We ... have to stop. ; Dickie is here. He's a pervert."
; ; "I let my son watch ...," Mrs Venturi leaned towards Candace.
; ; "Yeah, but MY son is a pervert. If we let him watch, he'll be whacking off to ; it all--"
; ; Mrs Venturi brought her hands up to squeeze tit as she closed lips with ; Candace, and Candace squealed orgasm into her mouth.
; ; "Oh! Man! Have they been going at it like this long?!" Dickie strode around ; the sofa to get a better view beside Arthur.
; ; "Long enough!"
; ; "Where's your tight-ass sister?"
; ; "She took all her psychology books into the study, and she's reading through ; them, looking for a cure."
; ; "How do you put up with that bitch?"
; ; "You get used to her after a while. Besides, she's pretty smart. She's going ; to be the one that figures out a cure."
; ; Dickie looked back at Mrs Venturi tonguing his mom, who was orgasming beneath ; her on the couch. "Man, I don't WANT a cure!"
; ; "Wouldn't you like to stop wanking in public and spreading your spunk on your ; t-shirt?"
; ; "Yeah, there's that. But I'm finding ways around that."
; ; "What the HELL?!" Abigail's voice barked from behind them. "Arthur! Did you ; put those two up to that?!" she pointed at the lesbian activity going on the ; couch.
; ; "No! They came up with it on their own!"
; ; "Cut it out! Cut it out!" Abigail strode around to the couch and pulled the ; two women apart. "Cut that OUT!"
; ; Mrs Venturi looked a little guilty while Candace's eyes just continued to ; flutter.
; ; "You stay on THAT side of the couch. And YOU stay on THAT side!" She spun ; around to Arthur and Dickie. "You two! In the kitchen! Now!" She strode there, ; and the two of them followed her.
; ; "This is NOT one large fantasy booth for you two little SHITS! This has gotten ; WAY out of hand! We need to put a stop to this trance and suggestion stuff, ; and you two just need to keep your perverted little desires in check! ; Understood?!"
; ; "We wuz just WATCHIN'!"
; ; Abigail's eyes narrowed. "Fat boy, you don't even BELONG in this house! You are ; lucky we're letting you stay with us! And if you think that I am going to let ; you INTERFERE with us finding a--"
; ; "Did I just hear a door shut?" Arthur asked.
; ; "What?! No! Quit trying to change the subject! Now YOU listen to ME, fat ; boy--"
; ; "I'm just ... going to go check," Arthur wandered out of the kitchen.
; ; "I KNOW your kind! You think the world owes you -- owes you food, owes you ; sex, owes you entertainment. Well, you need to get something through your fat ; head! YOU owe the world! You just want to use everyone else to satisfy your ; own urges. But there is no way in HELL that I am going to let you ruin--"
; ; "Guys! They're gone!" Arthur ran back in the kitchen.
; ; "What?!"
; ; "Mom and Mrs Grayson -- they're gone!"
; ; "Oh, hell!"
; ; ---
; ; The three of them split up and scoured the neighborhood for the two missing ; mothers.
; ; Actually, Dickie just walked until he was out of sight of the other two, then ; sat down on the sidewalk. He'd wait twenty minutes, then head back and pretend ; like he'd been walking the streets, looking for them.
; ; This would be a lot less work than actually doing all that walking.
; ; Mrs Venturi was having a good effect on his mom, he decided. If she kept up ; making her recite that she liked women, then rewarding her with an orgasmic ; tit-squeeze, she might actually turn his mother lesbionic.
; ; And THAT would be COOL!
; ; In fact, he needed to encourage the two of them to--
; ; He was suddenly aware that Mrs Mulcahy was standing right in front of him.
; ; "Uh, hi, Mrs Mulcahy."
; ; She wasn't in a miniskirt and topless like she was last time. Now she had on ; black leather boots, a black corset and a smooth-shaven crotch.
; ; She took a wider stand and traced her fingers over her bald pussy. "Well get ; to work, fat boy."
; ; She couldn't talk to him like that! He was 'caloric-challenged'! And you ; couldn't make fun of people like that! There was some type of law against it ; or something!
; ; He was so angry that he got up on his knees, reached around behind her to cup ; her buttocks, then pulled his face to her pussy and began lapping!
; ; "Ohgod!" she giggled. "You *DO* know how to eat, don't you, fat boy?"
; ; Ohgod, why was he doing this?! He ought to be furious at her for calling him ; fat. He WAS furious at her! But he was ... licking her pussy?!
; ; "Do you like munching muff, fat boy?"
; ; Of course not! And certainly not to someone that kept insulting him! "Ohgod, ; yes, ma'am!" he heard himself say.
; ; Waitaminute!
; ; He found his tongue still trying to lick as she pulled his head from her by ; the hair. "Let's see how good of an ass-licker you are, fat boy." She turned ; around and cocked her butt out.
; ; Ohgod, no! Ohgod, no! But his hands pulled her cheeks apart, he buried his ; tongue between them, then he started flicking it to pleasure her sphincter.
; ; "Ooooh, you ARE good, fat boy," she giggled after a minute. "But try to get ; your tongue up inside the anus a little."
; ; Dickie was ... horrified ... when he actually ... did!
; ; How could he be doing this?! He must have ... slipped into a trance again! And ; she was ... TAKING ADVANTAGE OF HIM!
; ; How did she get on this side of town anyway?! Had she followed him?! If she ; HAD, that meant that maybe his DAD could too! And then he and his mother might ; be in danger!
; ; "Mmm, tell you what, you little pig," she turned back around to face him, "you ; just try to resist the urge to pleasure me."
; ; Dickie swallowed hard. "Please ... please don't make me ...."
; ; "And remember, I'm the one insulting you by calling you 'pig' and 'fat boy'."
; ; "Please ... please don't let me ...."
; ; "I'm the one treating you like a piece of shit, little fat boy."
; ; "Ohgod, I can't HELP myself!" he buried his face at her twat and began ; lapping.
; ; "That's my good little piggy," she sighed and patted him on the head and let ; him tongue-massage her clit a minute or two more.
; ; "Anytime someone gets angry at you or treats you like shit," she stepped away ; from him, "you're going to try to make them feel good, aren't you?"
; ; "Please?" he found himself sticking his tongue out and flicking it rapidly to ; convince her that he was a good little muff-muncher. "Please?"
; ; "No, you go back to your mommy, pig-boy, but as soon as I cock my ass out, ; you're going to be there on your knees to lick it, aren't you?"
; ; "Please?" he found himself knee-walking after her, flicking his tongue, as she ; stepped back further, laughing.
; ; Then she walked away.
; ; After a minute, Dickie felt pretty silly on his knees with his tongue drying ; as he flicked it in the lonely air, and he stood up and walked back to the ; Venturis' house.
; ; God! That was just embarrassing!
; ; ---
; ; When Dickie got back to the Venturis' house, Arthur was already there with Mrs ; Venturi.
; ; But Mrs Venturi was dressed in a tied-off white blouse, a red plaid miniskirt, ; knee-high socks, four-inch heels, with her hair in pigtails and holding a ; lollipop. She looked almost like Mrs Evanson!
; ; "I found my Mom," Arthur said, "but someone must have gotten to her while she ; tranced. Look at her."
; ; "God! I am!"
; ; "That's my point," Arthur grinned too, "Look at her!"
; ; "Ar-- Ar-- Ar--," Mrs Venturi tried, then stamped her high-heeled foot in ; frustration, "Daddy! You boys shouldn't be looking at me like that!"
; ; "Like what, Mom?"
; ; "No," Dickie elbowed his friend without taking his eyes off the hot bitch, ; "You're her daddy. You have to call her 'snookums'."
; ; "Like what, snookums?"
; ; "Ar-- Ar-- Ar-- (foot stamp) Daddy! You can't CALL me snookums! It's not ; RESPECTFUL!"
; ; "Oh, sure it is, snookums. And we can't look at you like what?"
; ; "Like-- like I'm some hot bitch or something! I'm a mother -- YOUR mother! -- ; not your 'hot bitch'!" She took three nervous licks of her oversized lollipop. ; "Besides, it's ... it's making me all WET!"
; ; "Let me try, man," Dickie ask. Then, "Aww, is Daddy's widdle snookums getting ; all wet?"
; ; "Di-- Di-- (frustrated foot stamp) fat-- fatb-- fa-- (second frustrated foot ; stamp) Daddy! You can't TALK to me like that! I'm your mother's friend, and ; you're not ALLOWED to make me all wet like this!"
; ; "So this is making snookums a widdle wet?"
; ; "Yes, Daddy! I'm getting all HORNY and BUTTERY between my legs!"
; ; "Show us!"
; ; "Oh! I-- I ... COULDN'T do THAT!" Several more nervous licks of the lollipop.
; ; "Sure you can," Dickie pushed, "Just a little peek."
; ; Several more nervous lollipop licks. "Just a ... little ... peek? A little ; one?"
; ; "Yeah, that's all, Mom," Arthur was grinning too, "Just to let us see how ; matted up your fur is with excitement."
; ; "Ar-- Ar-- (frustrated foot stamp) Daddy, I don't ... HAVE ... any fur ; anymore." Nervous lollipop licks as she watched their reactions.
; ; "You SHAVED?" Arthur's face lit up. "You're bald? Now you HAVE to show us! ; Ehr, snookums."
; ; "But Ar-- Ar-- (sigh) Daddy, I CAN'T show you my bald little pussy. You're my ; ... son ... and his perverted little friend!" That lollipop wasn't going to ; last long at that licking pace.
; ; "Sure you can!" Arthur knelt in front of her for a front-row twat-view seat, ; and Dickie followed suit. "Just a little peek."
; ; "Just a ...," she pinched the hem of her miniskirt, the lollipop still held in ; one hand, "just a little one, Daddy?"
; ; Arthur nodded.
; ; Slowly, the skirt eased up. Upper thigh came into view, then the barest hint ; of lips, then the full slick slit, until the whole front of the skirt was held ; tautly upwards and she stepped her legs a little bit wider apart.
; ; "Like ... this ... Daddy?"
; ; "Oh, yeah! Exactly like that, snookums!" Both boys leaned in closer for a ; better view of the bald beaver.
; ; "Oh! My! GOD!" Abigail stood in the living room doorway, her fists on her ; hips.
; ; Mrs Venturi immediately dropped the front of her skirt and began frantically ; licking lollipop.
; ; "WHAT are you DOING?!"
; ; "I'm not doin' NUTHIN'!" Mrs Venturi shot back. Lollipop lick. "I'm especially ; not showing Daddy my buttery pussy!"
; ; "You two little PERVERTS," Abigail stormed over to jerk them both back from ; her mother, "need to STOP taking advantage of--"
; ; "Give me a FUCK!" came another voice from the living room doorway, and both ; boys looked.
; ; It was Mrs Grayson! Dressed in a skimpy cheerleader's outfit, with a dark blue ; satiny top that was little more than a bra with long sleeves, a very mini ; miniskirt, ankle-high white socks, flat shoes and pom-poms.
; ; "Wow ...," Arthur was intrigued.
; ; "I found your mother, Dickie," Abigail explained, "but someone seems to have ; gotten to her while she tranced."
; ; "I wonder if they improved her ...."
; ; "I said ... gimme a FUCK!"
; ; "FUCK!" Arthur shouted for her.
; ; "Yes!" she shook her pom-poms and hopped about, making it very clear she wore ; no underwear. "Give me a ME!"
; ; "ME!" Dickie gave his Mom.
; ; "What's that?" Pom-pom roll. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" She did her closest ; rendition to a split, which got her part-way to the ground and spread her ; skirt enough to bare puss.
; ; "Don't even THINK about it, you two little criminals!" Abigail reined them ; before they bolted toward the hot bitch.
; ; "But--"
; ; "C'mon! Think about it for just a moment, Arthur. With everyone accepting ; suggestions, things are going to get out of hand here."
; ; "They already ARE out of hand. We just want to get the good parts back INTO ; hand!" Dickie smiled, pleased at his own wordplay.
; ; "You're going to get more than you bargained for. Like your dad and his new ; mistress trying to hurt you and your mom. Stuff like that is only going to get ; worse. So we NEED to find a cure before things explode.
; ; "The only way we're going to find a cure is to keep focused on it. And if you ; two little monsters go taking advantage of the women, we're going to get ; distracted, and things are going to blow up before we can fix them.
; ; "Does that explain things so your little minds can understand them? Hmm?"
; ; "Yeah," Arthur grumbled.
; ; Abigail looked at Dickie expectantly. "Yeah," he relented.
; ; She looked at her mother, who was licking lollipop. "What Daddy said," she ; pointed at Arthur in between licks.
; ; She looked at Candace. "Give me a focus?" Candy gave a lame pom-pom roll.
; ; "Good. We're agreed that we won't take advantage of each other. Now, why did ; you two wander out of the house?"
; ; Mrs Venturi shrugged, nervously licked her lollipop, shrugged again, stuck her ; thumb in her mouth, never looking up to meet Abigail's eyes.
; ; So Abigail turned to Mrs Grayson.
; ; "I don't know. It just seemed right that we should all meet up the street."
; ; "Where up the street?"
; ; "I don't remember. I do remember there were lots of people in trances. And ; lots of other people giving them suggestions."
; ; "Were the people in trances mostly from town? How about the people giving ; suggestions?"
; ; "Yes. And yes."
; ; "And someone gave you new suggestions?"
; ; Candace looked down at her skimpy cheerleader costume, then looked up and ; shrugged. "They must have."
; ; "Did you give anyone any instructions?"
; ; "No."
; ; "At least not that you remember."
; ; "Yeah. We're getting too serious here. We need some cheer!"
; ; "Don't you DARE!" Abigail snapped harshly at her and got the teary eyes of a ; hurt cheerleader. "Oh, don't do that. You can cheer as soon as we're finished ; examining at the facts."
; ; Candace brightened up a little.
; ; ---
; ; "Hmm." Abigail crossed her arms, tapped her foot and thought a couple moments. ; Then she turned to Mrs Venturi. "Mom, what I need you to do is--"
; ; She got a slack look as she just stared out into space.
; ; "Abigail, forget all previous suggestions," Mrs Venturi rattled off, "and ; listen only to mine. You will wear--"
; ; "Rah! Rah! RAH!" Candace crossed the room and bumped her hips into Mrs ; Venturi's shoulders, bowling the other woman over. "Abigail, forget all ; previous suggestions and listen only to mine. You will become the MODEL of ; perky and enthusiastic! You will-- OWWW!"
; ; Mrs Venturi had just bit her calf. Then she looked up at her daughter, ; "Abigail, you will be unable to call any man anything but 'Daddy'. Whenever ; you get nervous, you will lick your-- mmmmph!"
; ; Candace had just gotten her legs around Mrs Venturi's abdomen and cupped her ; hand over her mouth. "You are a cheerleader," she continued her suggestion to ; the tranced girl, "Everything is a cheer to you! And you LIKE showing off your ; parts!"
; ; Mrs Venturi struggled, but Candace managed to keep her held and muffled.
; ; "You're willing to swallow cock for the team! You SPREAD for WINNERS! GO, ; Abigail! Rah! Rah! RAH!"
; ; "And," Arthur amended with a grin, "you'll start being nice to your brother."
; ; "You KNOW I'm faking," Abigail suddenly turned her head to look at him.
; ; "Yeah," he shrugged, "but I figured just in case."
; ; "Well you figure on. Because the next time you slip into a trance, I can just ; make you perform tricks, like cleaning the bathroom floor with your tongue."
; ; "Heh, heh," Arthur tried nervously, "You ... you ... wouldn't."
; ; "Did you two see what just happened?" Abigail asked the two boys.
; ; "My mom tried to turn you into a cheerleader. After your mom BIT her," Dickie ; answered.
; ; "Yes, but even more important: the cheerleader 'personality virus' beat out ; the 'little girl' personality virus, at least this time. If I had really been ; in a trance, I would be a cheerleader now, and not a little girl.
; ; "I think the little girl virus is too timid, so the cheerleader virus will ; spread faster than it, until there aren't any more people infected with the ; little girl suggestion, just cheerleaders. And other more competitive ; suggestions."
; ; "But I ... kind of like the 'little girl with a lollipop' virus," Dickie ; saddened.
; ; "Well, get them while they're around, because they're going to lose out to the ; cheerleader virus. And I'm sure the cheerleader virus will lose out to a more ; competitive personality virus/suggestion. The question is ... which one will ; win?"
; ; The five of them were silent a moment, pondering which suggestion would win ; out and overlay most of their personalities, at least if Abigail couldn't come ; up with a cure before that.
; ; "I need ... to go read up on some more topics ... game theory, the economics ; of competition ... I will see you all later." She stepped back into the study ; and pulled the door.
; ; "Meanwhile," Arthur shrugged to Dickie, "Do you want pigtails or pom-poms?"
; ; ---
; ; Candace had taken Arthur off to do a private cheer for him. Dickie was sitting ; on the couch with Mrs Venturi. Her little blouse was pulled up in front, and he ; was cupping her boobs while she nervously licked on her lollipop.
; ; "Ohgod, Di-- Di-- Di-- (footstamp) Daddy, this feels so GOOD! Are you sure ; this is okay?"
; ; "Am I making you cream up your puss, snookums?"
; ; "Ohgod, like you would NOT BELIEVE, Daddy!"
; ; "Then it's okay."
; ; "Oh gooooood ...," she sighed.
; ; Dickie was REALLY enjoying tit, as the sheen of spittle smeared across both ; Mrs Venturi's attested to.
; ; "Ohgod ...," she sighed again.
; ; "Do either of you guys have--" Abigail began as she opened the study door and ; stepped out. "Oh! My! GOD!" She ran around the couch, grabbed Dickie's upper ; arm and yanked hard, though that was about as effective as a child trying to ; drag an SUV across the driveway. "Get OFF my MOM, you FUCKING PERV!"
; ; Dickie looked at her, feeling a little funny.
; ; "You son of a BITCH! Get OFF her! Mom, cover up!"
; ; "But Daddy SAID it was OKAY!"
; ; "Cover up!" Then to Dickie, "You godDAMN sonofaBITCH!"
; ; Dickie got a sick feeling in his stomach. Like he was going to ....
; ; Oh ... God ... no! No, no, PLEASE no! Not THAT!
; ; Not in front of ... Abigail!
; ; He sank off the couch to his knees and clamped his jaw shut as tightly as he ; could.
; ; But ... it opened anyway, and his tongue extended and began flicking rapidly.
; ; "Pervert! WHAT the HELL are you DOING?!"
; ; Dickie made an apologetic whimper, then knee-walked toward Abigail's crotch, ; tongue flicking rapidly.
; ; "Cut! It! OUT!" she slapped the top of his head as he closed in on her, then ; he cupped her buttocks and pressed his face to her crotch, tonguing her jeans. ; "You sick PERVERT! Let GO of my ASS! And get your face ... out of--"
; ; She gripped a handful of his hair and wrenched his head away from her pelvis. ; To Dickie's utter humiliation, this just made him want to please her with his ; tongue all that much more.
; ; "This isn't really you, is it, fat boy?" she asked finally, keeping his head ; wrenched back from her crotch and ignoring his handgrips on her ass. ; "Someone's given you a suggestion."
; ; Dickie couldn't control his flicking tongue, but he made pathetic eyes and ; nodded his head. How could Mrs Mulcahy be so heartless as to DO something like ; this to him?!
; ; "Now ... isn't THAT interesting?"
; ; Oh SHIT: her eyes had a nasty glint to them.
; ; "How does it FEEL, you little pervert? For YOU to be at someone else's ; control, where they can make you do sick things?"
; ; He'd already BEEN at someone else's control -- like when his Mom suggested he ; try to stick his pecker up the butt of anyone trying to give her suggestions.
; ; Unfortunately, his stomach flooded with sick excitement at being mocked, and ; he wanted SO BAD to be his enemy's little pussy-lapper!
; ; "Arthur!" Abigail brayed upstairs, as she held Dickie's eager little face back ; with a fistful of hair. "Get down here now!"
; ; A minute later, Arthur came down the stairs, rounded the corner and-- "Oh ; God!" He didn't know who to feel sorrier for: the pathetic fat boy on his ; knees with the tongue thing going, obviously the victim of some horrible ; suggestion; or his sister with the fat boy's paws on her ass and that nasty ; looking fat tongue jittering to get at her crotch.
; ; Either way, he just knew he was going to need therapy just from seeing this.
; ; "Take Mom on a walk upstairs for just a minute."
; ; "Ohgod! You're not asking for a few minutes ALONE with Dickie are you?! Has ; someone messed with your mind?! But you're not supposed to be VULNERABLE to ; suggestions! You're the only hope that--"
; ; "Arthur! Arthur! I need a minute alone with him, but not for--" she glanced ; down at that fat little pink worm twitching manically at Dickie's mouth. "God! ; How could you even THINK such a thing?!
; ; "I want to see if this is another personality virus, if he'll try to pass ; suggestions when someone falls into a trance. And I already know that Mom ; will, so could you please take her out of the room?"
; ; "Oh, I get it. Come on, Mom."
; ; "Daddy SAID it was OKAY for him to feel them!" she cowered just a little.
; ; Arthur looked at his sister.
; ; "I came out and found him tonguing Mom's BREASTS," she growled as she tightened ; her grip on the fistful of Dickie's hair. That made Dickie's tongue move ; slightly faster.
; ; "Right. Don't worry, Mom. It's okay. Noone's going to punish you. Let's just ; go upstairs."
; ; Nervously licking her lollipop, Mrs Venturi followed Arthur up the stairs.
; ; Abigail considered how she was going to accomplish this. If she squeezed the ; fistful of hair tighter, the tongue moved faster. If she let go, the fat boy's ; face was going to be at her crotch as fast as it could. And, of course, there ; were still his hands cupping her ass, which she had been ignoring.
; ; "Arthur?" she called. "Actually, leave Mom up there and come back in here a ; minute. I'm going to need you."
; ; When he came back down, she explained. "I'm need you to get a chokehold on ; him, because you're going to hold him back while I pretend to be in a trance."
; ; Arthur swallowed at the undertaking. "Uhm, Dickie's a lot of weight to hold ; back."
; ; "That's why you'll have him in a chokehold. Get your elbow wrapped around his ; neck here."
; ; Arthur moved into position, careful not to let that fat wriggling tongue brush ; him. That would just be unclean.
; ; "Now remember," she emphasized before she let go of her fistful of hair, "my ; purity depends on YOU now. DON'T let him go, whatever you do!"
; ; Actually, her purity felt already soiled a bit from having the fat boy's hands ; gripping her ass and that tongue wriggling so close to her.
; ; "I'll try. If I scream, it means he's breaking free, and you run into the ; study and lock the door."
; ; "Right. Got him?"
; ; "Got him."
; ; Swallowing hard, Abigail let go of hair and quickly took three steps back.
; ; "I've ... got him ... for the moment," Arthur said, muscles clenched.
; ; "Dickie, how can you--" she halted and stared off in the distance to elicit ; any suggestion he might try to pass on.
; ; Nothing. Except for Dickie continuing to try to break free to service Abigail ; with his tongue and Arthur's grunting as he held him back.
; ; Then she came alive again with a shriek as Dickie broke free and took two ; steps toward her. But the fat boy halted, spun around and looked at Arthur, ; frozen on his knees on the floor, staring off into space.
; ; "Arthur, forget all previous suggestions and listen only to mine," Dickie ; rattled off immediately. "Any time a woman humiliates you or yells at you, you ; will do everything in your power to pleasure her with your tongue in any way ; that she wants. You will put your tongue anywhere for her.
; ; "If she calls you pathetic, you will perform for her, masturbating like the ; pathetic little worm that you are.
; ; "It turns you on more than you've ever known to do these things. Any time you ; see another man in a trance, you will immediately stop anything that you are ; doing and pass these instructions on to him, and then forget that you did so."
; ; ---
; ; Interesting. So that was how she could "leash" the fat boy next time -- she ; could order him to put his tongue on the floor and keep it there.
; ; "Good idea, Arthur -- you faking a trance too. Apparently this suggestion only ; passes from male to male. It hasn't evolved enough yet to use females as ; carriers."
; ; Then she focused on Dickie. "Are you going to behave now, fat boy? Or am I ; going to have to make you plant your tongue on the floor?"
; ; "Hungh?! No, I-- Please, I ... couldn't stop what I was doing. Believe me! I ; would NEVER willingly touch you with my tongue!"
; ; "Hah! Like I would ever LET you touch me with that ugly pink thing, fat boy!"
; ; Dickie got a funny look on his face. "Please ... don't insult me. I-- It makes ; me feel funny."
; ; Abigail decided that maybe it was for the best not to humiliate him -- she ; didn't need to be fighting his tongue away from her crotch again.
; ; "Arthur, you can quit faking now," she sighed. "Arthur? Oh, shit! He really ; WAS in a trance! GodDAMMIT!"
; ; Arthur blinked, blinked again, then looked at Dickie. "Oh, shit! You slipped ; free! Abigail," he turned to look at her, "are you okay? Did Dickie soil you?"
; ; "Naw, she's already BEEN soiled," Dickie snickered.
; ; "Shut up, fat boy!"
; ; Dickie whimpered and looked like he was going to drop to his knees.
; ; "Oh, for chrissake!" she sighed and rolled her eyes. "Are you feeling ... ; 'humiliated'?" This was going to be like walking on eggshells if they weren't ; careful here.
; ; "A ... a little. God, what is HAPPENING to me?! I am just so ... pathetic." ; With another whimper, he dropped to his knees.
; ; "Dickie?" she sighed, careful not to call him "fat boy" which might humiliate ; him into being a 300 pound pussy pest again.
; ; "I-- I'm okay. I'm just going to stay here on my knees for a little while, ; though."
; ; "Arthur? Are you okay?"
; ; "Yeah. Besides the fact that ... I let Dickie go ... to almost soil you. God, ; I am SO sorry!"
; ; "Look," she interrupted before he could start feeling bad about himself too, ; "it's okay. I'm fine. You did a good job."
; ; "Really?"
; ; "Yes. Now go bring Mom and Mrs Grayson down."
; ; Arthur ran upstairs, and Abigail looked at Dickie on his knees and sighed. ; It was going to be hard to keep the fat boy's ego propped up.
; ; "Don't look at me like that."
; ; "Like what?"
; ; "All with ... contempt ... like that." His tongue darted out of his mouth and ; flicked a couple times. "Oh, no. It's starting again."
; ; "Dickie! Dickie! I BELIEVE in you. You can resist!"
; ; "No! No I can't! I'm ... PATHETIC!" Tongue again.
; ; "Uhm, guys," Arthur called from the top of the stairs, "something happened."
; ; When he came down the stairs a few moments later, Candace's hair was up in ; pigtails. And she and Mrs Venturi were nervously sharing the lollipop.
; ; ---
; ; "She must have tranced," Abigail shook her head, "and Mom must have infected ; her with the 'little girl' virus."
; ; "Ohgod! This is somehow ALL MY FAULT!" Dickie wailed. Then the tongue ; flicking.
; ; "What's the matter with Di-- with Di--" Candace started, then stamped her ; high-heeled foot, "with Daddy?" Lollipop lick.
; ; "Don't even ask," Abigail shook her head, disgusted with the way the foursome ; were coming apart.
; ; "I'm ... PATH--"
; ; "DON'T!" Abigail snapped at the fat boy. "Don't even START!"
; ; Dickie's eyes got wide, then he started knee-walking toward her with an ; anguished look and the tongue-thing going.
; ; "Goddammit! You ARE pathetic! Can't you bear up without wallowing in guilt?! ; You ARE pathetic!"
; ; She ... probably shouldn't have said that.
; ; Dickie leaned back, then rolled back on his ass, unzipped, pulled the little ; fella out and began frantically yanking on it. "Ohgod! Ohgod! I AM pathetic! I ; can't-- I can't even stop myself from playing with myself in front of you! ; Ohgod, the SHAME! The SHAME!"
; ; Abigail just held her hand to her brow and gave a chuckle of despair. This ; group was ... hopeless.
; ; "Ohgod, that's awful!" Arthur scowled. "What's WRONG with him?!"
; ; "Now I'm AAAAWWWFUL!" Dickie wailed and jerked his penis even harder. "Look at ; me! I'm PLAYING WITH MYSELF for your bitch sister ABIGAIL. And I CAN'T STOP!"
; ; Candace and Mrs Venturi were leaned forward, scowling in amazement at the ; masturbating fat boy, the lollipop bouncing from one nervous tongue to the ; next, then back again.
; ; "What's wrong with Di-- with Di-- (foot stamp) with Daddy?" Mrs Venturi asked.
; ; "Don't call him 'Daddy', Mom. He's not-- he's just a wailing little fat boy."
; ; "I'm a WAAAAILING LITTLE FAAAAAT BOY!" Dickie wailed, tears starting to come ; from his eyes as his penis was manhandled by himself.
; ; "We have to *DO* something, Abigail," Arthur urgently pointed out, "Or he's ; going to mess the floor!"
; ; "There's nothing we CAN do, Arthur! He's INFECTED with a SUGGESTION to do ; this!"
; ; Arthur's lip was trembling. "I-- I'm sorry. I don't mean to come apart in a ; crisis. I just ...."
; ; "Arthur! Arthur, listen to me: you're holding up just fine."
; ; "No, no I'm not. I feel like I'm about ready to throw up, and I'm ... LETTING ; you DOWN!"
; ; Arthur's tongue poked out. Flicked. Poked out and flicked again while he ; grimaced with wide eyes. "What's-- what's-- (tongue flicking)."
; ; "Arthur, calm down. Everything is fine."
; ; "I'm ... LETTING YOU DOWN!" He dropped to his knees, rapidly knee-walked ; toward her, cupped her ass in both hands and tried to plant his face at her ; crotch.
; ; "Daddy!" Mrs Venturi gasped, then gave several lolly-licks, "you can't *DO* ; that with your SISTER!"
; ; "I'm PATHEEEEEETIC!" Dickie wailed, like a soft fat bug stuck on it's back, ; unable to roll back over, but able to masturbate.
; ; "I-- I'm pathetic TOO!" Arthur complained from near Abigail's crotch as she ; tried to hold his face back from there.
; ; "Daddy!" Mrs Venturi spoke between licks, "You ARE acting pathetic! Now quit ; trying to lick your sister's puss!"
; ; "I-- I-- I *AM* pathetic?! Ohgod, I'm SORRY, Mom! Ohgod, NO!" Arthur sank back ; onto the floor and began unzipping.
; ; "Arthur!" Abigail gasped, "Don't!" She tried to pull his hands away from ; his fly.
; ; "Abigail!" Mrs Venturi gasped, "Get your hands away from Ar-- from Ar-- (foot ; stamp) from Daddy's pecker!"
; ; "I can't STOP myself!" Arthur complained as he freed his penis "I *AM* ; pathetic!"
; ; Abigail had to retreat from his crotch lest she accidentally get brushed with ; her brother's erect penis. Which would just be weird. She looked down at him ; sadly.
; ; "I'm PATHETIC!" he declared, his hand a blur.
; ; "*I'M* pathetic!" Dickie warbled, also man-handling his own meat.
; ; The two women were so nervous they were simultaneously licking opposite sides ; of the lollipop.
; ; "Abigail! Look at me! I'm your BROTHER and I CAN'T STOP masturbating in front ; of you! I'm PATHETIC!"
; ; "No, look at *ME*!" Dickie wailed. "I'm just a LITTLE FAT BOY, and I DESPISE ; you, you bitch, and I HATE masturbating in front of you like some PATHETIC ; LITTLE MONKEY that JUST CAN'T HELP HIMSELF, but ... but I JUST CAN'T HELP ; MYSELF!"
; ; "No!" Arthur gasped, "*I'M* more pathetic! *I* can't even stop handjobbing ; myself in front of my OWN SISTER!"
; ; This was ... simply impossible. Abigail sighed and--
; ; Ohgod, the two women had nervously progressed from licking opposite sides of ; the lollipop to licking each other's tongue. And Mrs Grayson's hand had just ; moved on top of her mother's breast.
; ; "All of you ARE! You ARE ALL PATHETIC!" And Abigail was exasperated.
; ; "Ohgod! Ohgod! Ohgod!" Dickie wailed as he shot his load, spraying it all over ; the floor.
; ; "You really think-- ?! You really think I *AM* pathetic, Abigail?!" Arthur ; gasped, then, "Ohgod!" as he fired too.
; ; Her mother and Mrs Grayson were nervously sticking their tongues inside each ; other's mouths now.
; ; She felt a hand on her calf and looked down to see where Dickie was wiping his ; cum globs off the floor and onto her.
; ; "You PIECE of SHIT!" she screeched.
; ; "I'm a ... PIECE of SHIT!" he rolled to his knees, cupped her ass in his hands ; and leaned in.
; ; "You're pathetic!" she shot at him in self defense, and the fat boy leaned ; over on his back and began self-pumping again. But at least he wasn't touching ; her with his sperm.
; ; "I-- I just-- I just masturbated in front of you!" Arthur gasped. "That's so-- ; that's so PATHETIC!" His hand crept back to his crotch. "I'm-- I'm PATHETIC!"
; ; "Arthur ... don't," she asked him.
; ; "I-- I can't HELP myself, Abigail! Oh, look at me! I can't stop masturbating ; in front of you!"
; ; He was at full stroking rhythm now.
; ; And the two women had their fingers reached up under each other's miniskirts ; now as they moaned and licked tongues.
; ; Abigail ... turned around, walked back into the study and shut the door.
; ; ---
; ; Abigail read into the wee hours of the night, trying to find some lead to a ; solution that might help her family and the rest of the town. She was driven ; by until the fact that she was the only one unaffected, that she was their ; only hope, until she finally dropped off to sleep.
; ; She awoke to a cloud of despair the next morning -- she was no closer to a ; solution than when she started. She still had no idea what was CAUSING the ; periodic trances, she had no idea how to STOP them, but she DID have an ; inkling where all this was heading.
; ; These personality viruses that were passing from person to person through ; suggestions were not unlike organisms competing for survival as described by ; evolutionary theory. And that meant that ....
; ; She didn't even like to think about that.
; ; She HAD to find a way to help.
; ; She HAD to.
; ; Pulling herself to her feet, she headed to the kitchen to get some coffee, ; halfway expecting to find Dickie or Arthur still wanking on the floor, trying ; to prove who was the most pathetic.
; ; There were no pathetic masturbators on the floor, though.
; ; As a matter of fact, there turned out to be noone in the house.
; ; Cursing, she stepped outside and started searching the neighborhood for the ; other four.
; ; ---
; ; Dickie vaguely remembered feeling that he was supposed to be at the bus stop ; bench on the corner. He remembered bits and pieces of leaving the house and ; walking there, and of people telling him things while he sat there.
; ; Things were a little hazy after that until he came upon Abigail and a woman ; talking on the sidewalk.
; ; "... that everything is perfectly okay--" the woman was saying when Dickie ; interrupted her.
; ; "Ma'am? Excuse me. Is that your purse by that bench?"
; ; "Yes. Yes it is."
; ; "Thank you," he nodded, then casually strolled over to sit on the bench.
; ; As she went back to talking to Abigail, he unzipped and pulled out his penis ; as nonchalantly as possible.
; ; He practically trembled as he stroked, anticipating what he was going to do!
; ; When he was ready, he grabbed the purse, unzipped it, then unloaded cream all ; over the contents inside.
; ; Smiling smugly, he zipped it closed again and set it back in the spot where he ; found it.
; ; Loaded with a nice surprise for the pretty lady. She reach into it ; unsuspectingly later and get her hand all gummed up with Dickie sperm. And ; she'd wonder what in the world it was, might even stick her finger in her ; mouth to taste it -- to taste Dickie sperm! -- but still would be bewildered!
; ; He suspected he'd been given a suggestion, to sneak his sperm onto and into ; other ladies, but God it felt good to comply with it.
; ; His task done here, he walked back over to where Abigail and the woman were ; talking. "You ready to go back to the house?" he asked her.
; ; "Hungh?" she looked around and him and frowned. "Uh, yeah. I guess. We should ; do that."
; ; The pretty lady nodded and smiled, then walked over to get her purse ; and continue on about her day.
; ; Dickie couldn't suppress a smirk when he thought about the fun little surprise ; he had left inside it. She was soon going to be one of the bitches unknowingly ; coated in Dickie sperm! It made him hard just thinking about it.
; ; "Why did you guys leave the house?" Abigail asked.
; ; "I don't know. I just ... got the urge to. Who was the woman you were talking ; to?"
; ; "I don't know. Just some woman. Do you know where the others are?"
; ; When he got back to the house, he was going to have to masturbate into his ; palm, then find some excuse to shake hands with Abigail. If he didn't slime ; her up too much, she might even eat without washing her hands and get Dickie ; sperm into her mouth!
; ; Abigail interrupted his wonderful reverie, "I asked if you knew where the ; other three are."
; ; "No. I haven't seen them." If his Mom and Mrs Venturi were still in little ; girl mode, he might trick them or even convince them to try a taste of Dickie ; sperm! Then their bellies would be all coated up with Dickie seed!
; ; "That's okay, I guess. We'll bump into them sometime."
; ; Not a minute after she said that, they saw Candace and Arthur walking towards ; them from the other direction. Abigail waved to catch their attention.
; ; "Are you guys okay?" Abigail asked when the two parties came together.
; ; "Doing good, I guess," Paul shrugged.
; ; "You're not in pigtails anymore," Dickie accused his mother.
; ; "No, I ... don't seem to need them," she shrugged.
; ; "Have you been taking good care of Dickie?" Arthur asked his sister, finding ; himself really excited at the thought of her being a good hostess and doing ; anything -- especially anything sexual -- that Dickie might want!
; ; "Uhm ... good enough, I guess. He hasn't been wanking in public, if that's ; what you mean."
; ; God, Dickie hoped one of these bitches snored. If they did, they were going to ; come to with a mouth full of candy!
; ; "Have you seen Mom?" Abigail asked her brother.
; ; "No. Do you think ... maybe ... she's out showing someone a good time?" Maybe ; SHE was doing whatever sexual things some man wanted her to do!
; ; "I think we should search for her. It's dangerous out here for you guys ; accepting suggestions like you do. But let's stay together -- maybe if we do ; we can get all of us in one place again."
; ; They walked up and down a couple blocks until they saw her. She, too, was ; without pigtails now.
; ; "Have you been showing anyone a good time?" Arthur asked with a hopeful smile ; when they were within speaking range. Maybe ... maybe she had FLASHED some ; guy! Or even given someone head!
; ; She cocked her head at him, then frowned. "I know we're all getting ; suggestions implanted, but I'd prefer you not talk to me like that, Arthur."
; ; "Uh, right. But maybe you SHOULD be taking better care of our guests, don't ; you think, Mom? Seeing to their needs?"
; ; "Okay," Abigail sighed and clapped her hands together, "we're once again all ; together. Let's get back to the house and STAY together. I think that will be ; much safer with you guys falling into trances."
; ; As they were walking back to the house, Mrs Venturi asked, "Abigail, did you ; come across anything while you were researching in the study last night that ; might help us?"
; ; "Not yet."
; ; "What's going to happen to us?" Candace asked. "I feel more lucid now than I ; have in a couple days, but I just know there are still hidden suggestions ; laying in my subconscious that are going to make me do things I don't want to ; do."
; ; "It's-- there are-- I just--" Abigail shrugged.
; ; "What? What's bothering you?"
; ; "Mrs Grayson, these 'personality viruses', these suggestions that make their ; victims pass them on to others. They're a lot like organisms themselves. They ; reproduce in a sense when you transfer the suggestion. They compete for ; victims. A lot of evolutionary theory and conclusions apply here."
; ; Candace took note of the ominous tone in which Abigail spoke that. "And?"
; ; "And ... things are going to get worse here, more brutal. If there's anything ; that 'survival of the fittest' teaches us, it's that the sneakiest monkey ; wins. These personality viruses are going to get more aggressive about taking ; victims, for the simple reason that they'll be overtaken by more aggressive ; suggestions if they don't."
; ; "More aggressive? How so?"
; ; "So far it's been little steps. Like Arthur's and Dickie's 'wank to the shame' ; virus last night that only passed from male to male. It may already have ; mutated to use women as 'carriers' of the suggestion.
; ; "But we're running out of simple, easy improvements. The suggestions, the ; 'viruses' are going to have to start backstabbing each other now to get a ; larger percentage of the victims than the others. They're going to have to get ; more cruel. Maybe victims will start tying others up and waiting around the ; clock to pass their suggestions along, instead of leaving that up to random ; chance -- things like that."
; ; Abigail sighed. "Like I said ... the sneakiest monkey wins in situations like ; this."
; ; "Oh."
; ; "I don't know," Mrs Venturi shrugged, "it seems to me that these 'viruses' ; are passing along just fine as they are now -- Candy's son certainly managed ; to infect my son last night with that pathetic masturbator virus."
; ; "I-- I'm sorry, Alice."
; ; "It's not your fault, Candace. Really, it's more Dickie's--"
; ; "No, I ... I did bad. Maybe you should," Candace turned around and cocked out ; her ass as she lifted her short skirt, "spank me to make me remember to do ; better in the future."
; ; "Oh, no," Mrs Venturi shook her head.
; ; "She must have some variant of the 'spank me' virus that you had, Mom," Arthur ; grinned. "It's all YOUR fault that she's like this. Maybe YOU should let ; Dickie spank YOU so that you don't do bad again."
; ; "If I recall correctly, Arthur YOU were the one that gave me that suggestion ; originally. So if anyone has done bad, you're going to have to look at ; yourself."
; ; "C'mon, Mom, let Dickie spank you. Please?" God! She already HAD let Dickie ; spank her! It would be so good if she would just let him spank her SOME MORE!
; ; "No, certainly not."
; ; ---
; ; They reached the house then and entered.
; ; "Abigail," Mrs Venturi asked, "would you like some tea before you go back to ; work in the study?"
; ; "Yeah, that would good. Thank you."
; ; "Everyone have a seat at the table. I'll fix tea all around."
; ; "You still ought to let Dickie spank you, Mom. Just a couple swats. After all, ; he's our guest and--"
; ; "Hush up, Arthur."
; ; She set out five tea cups, then began boiling water.
; ; As her back was turned, Dickie strolled by the cabinet and casually picked up ; one of the tea cups, then walked into the living room.
; ; God! SOMEBODY was going to be TASTING some SPERM!
; ; He fumbled excitedly at his pants, got them partway down, then began stroking, ; holding the tea cup to catch the pornographic condiment he was going to squirt ; in just a minute.
; ; Abigail startled as she came around the corner and saw that scene.
; ; Dickie frowned when he realized she had caught him, but his hand continued its ; stroking. "I, uh ... was just going to leave someone a little treat."
; ; "Ohgod! You're-- ?!" She took a breath. "That's ... that's okay, I guess. ; You're under the power of a suggestion. Everything is ... perfectly okay." ; She continued on to the study to jot down a couple ideas for further research.
; ; Ohgod, Dickie wanted it to be Mrs Venturi that drank from this cup, her ; stomach all seeded up with Dickie cum!
; ; He strangled his gasp as he shot the condiment into the cup. Then he zipped ; and walked back out to the kitchen.
; ; "Oh, that's where that cup went," Mrs Venturi was already pouring tea in the ; first and second cup. "Bring it here."
; ; Dickie left the cup on the cabinet and walked to sit at the table.
; ; "What?" she halted before pouring the tea into that last cup. She leaned ; closer and peered into it. "Dickie ... what did you put into this cup?"
; ; Dickie just stayed at the table and smirked.
; ; "Dickie! Is this what I think it is?!"
; ; "What is it, Mom?" Arthur wandered over. "What did he do? What is that? Did ; he-- Dickie, did you ejaculate into this cup?!"
; ; "I wanted to give your mom a special treat."
; ; "He ... he creamed all over your tea cup?! Ohgod, Mom, you HAVE to drink it ; now!" She just HAD to!
; ; "What?! No way!"
; ; "Oh, but Dickie put spunk all over the bottom of your tea cup for you to ; drink! You HAVE to drink it down!"
; ; "Don't be INSANE!"
; ; "You WANT to! You KNOW you want to!"
; ; "I want no such thing! I think it's repulsive that the little pervert would ; SNEAK AROUND and SOIL the cup with his ... his SEMEN! That is simply OBSCENE!"
; ; "Then why did you pour tea in that cup?"
; ; "Pour? I did no such--" she looked down, and she had indeed poured tea into ; the soiled cup as she had ranted to Arthur.
; ; "You HAVE to drink it! You WANT to! You KNOW you do!"
; ; "Stop that!" she scowled as she took a teaspoon and began stirring the sperm ; into the tea. "I know you're not yourself, that you are under the effect of ; suggestions, but you STOP that, young man! I do NOT want to taste any of that ; boy's disgusting semen!"
; ; She stuck the teaspoon in her mouth to lick the tea off it, then set it on the ; counter.
; ; "You just DID! You just DID taste Dickie sperm!"
; ; "I what?! I did not!"
; ; "You just stuck the soiled spoon in your mouth!"
; ; "I did NOT! I--" she looked at the spoon laying on the counter, the spoon she ; had just used to mix the obscene cream in with the rest of the tea, the spoon ; she had just subconsciously popped into her mouth to lick off the excess tea. ; And sperm. "I-- I didn't MEAN to."
; ; Dickie was there at the counter, unzipping. "Do it AGAIN, Mrs Venturi! Do it ; again! Drink some MORE of the tea I flavored for ya!"
; ; "Ohgod, Dickie! Stop undressing, for chrissakes!"
; ; "Do it! Do it, Mom! You KNOW you subconsciously crave MORE of it!"
; ; "I do NOT, young man! And YOU," she glowered at the fat boy, "STOP ; UNDRESSING!" Christ, she thought as she reached for the cup and saucer, what ; had gotten INTO these two?! She slurped a sip of tea, then set the cup down. ; "Now I want you two to go and--"
; ; "You DID it! You DID it, Mom! I KNEW you wanted to! Deep down inside you ; WANTED to!"
; ; "Wanted to what?!"
; ; "The tea! You just drank some more of the spermish tea!"
; ; "No, I--" She realized that she HAD just sipped some more of the tea. And of ; Dickie's sperm cream. "Oh. My. Gawd!"
; ; What was going on?! COULD she subconsciously want to slurp the little fat ; boy's sperm?! Could someone have given her a suggestion that permitted her ; subconscious to control her hands when her mind strayed?!
; ; No. Impossible. There was NO PART of her that ... wanted to taste ... the fat ; boy's sperm!
; ; "Yeah! You like it, bitch!" Dickie leered.
; ; "Drink the rest of it!" Arthur encouraged. "You want it! You want to drink the ; rest of Dickie's sperm!"
; ; "No, I absolutely WILL NOT do any such thing! I have no intention of--" She ; realized that her fingers had brought the contaminated tea cup to her lips ; and that they were tipping the glass. She had to either drink the tea as it ; was poured, or let it dribble down her chin and burn her neck.
; ; She swallowed mouthful after mouthful until the entire contents had been ; poured into her mouth. Only then did her fingers return the tea cup to the ; counter. "Ohgod! What have I DONE?!"
; ; "You drank it, bitch! You drank it all!" Dickie gloated. "You drank ALL of me, ; you horny bitch! Does my cum taste THAT GOOD? It MUST!"
; ; "Ohgod! It was like I couldn't control my hand!" Mrs Venturi blurted. "It ; was like it wasn't listening to me!"
; ; "It was listening to your subconscious!" Arthur firmly espoused. "You secretly ; WANTED to drink Dickie's cum!"
; ; "Ohgod, have some more, then!" Dickie fumbled to get the empty cup in front of ; and under his cockhead to capture the spunk as he grunted and squirted again.
; ; After shivering as he unloaded, he set the cup back on the counter. "Go ahead, ; have some more. You know your subconscious wants to."
; ; "No, I--" Her hands reached for the cup, then two fingers of her right hand ; swiped a glob out of the bottom. "No! I don't WANT--!"
; ; Her fingers slipped into her open mouth, where her tongue licked them clean.
; ; "Ohgod, what is HAPPENING to me?!"
; ; "Your hands are listening to your subconscious instead of you! God, you WANT ; this!" Arthur was ready to pee his pants! THIS was how bitches OUGHT to take ; care of male guests!
; ; "I-- no-- I--" She looked at the kitchen doorway to see Abigail standing there. ; Had she watched her mother sip spermish tea?! Had she watched her slurp the ; fresh sperm from her own fingers?! "Abigail, I--"
; ; "No, it's ... okay. It's perfectly okay. Whatever you want to do with Dickie's ; sperm is ... okay."
; ; ---
; ; "But I-- I didn't mean for-- I just--" Mrs Venturi stammered, trying to ; explain her high sperm consumption rate.
; ; "Let's," Arthur clapped his hands, "go sunbathe at the pool!" In an aside to ; Dickie, "I'm sure I can talk her subconscious into undressing for you, man!"
; ; "I don't--"
; ; "Come on, Mom! You KNOW you want to! Your subconscious can barely stand NOT ; to! And you too, Abigail! Dickie's our guest, and we should show him a good ; time! Wear your skimpiest bikinis!"
; ; "That's ... okay," Abigail nodded, then turned and headed off to her room.
; ; "There is no way that I am going to go dress in a bikini so you two boys can ; ogle me!" Mrs Venturi stood her ground firm, then headed back to her bedroom ; to change into her bikini.
; ; Dickie, meanwhile, hurried back to Abigail's room. He cracked the door and ; peeked inside. If he could just ... sperm up the cup of her bikini top or ; something, that would be so ... !
; ; Ohgod!
; ; There were her bikini top and bottom on her bed while she did something in the ; adjoining bathroom!
; ; Ohgod, ohgod, ohgod!
; ; Dickie unzipped and stroked a few times, then ... dashed across the room, ; fired into the bra cup and dashed back out.
; ; Man, she was going to be pissed as a hornet, but he was going to slime up her ; tit with Dickie cream! God! She'd be just ... all ed-ed up!
; ; Her whole breast might get covered and creamed up before she realized! She was ; going to scream like a siren about it, but she'd still be slimed! With ; Dickie-juice!
; ; He hurried back downstairs and waited for that delightful squeal of anger from ; the bitch's room!
; ; When he got to the kitchen, Mrs Venturi was pouring a glass of lemonade to ; take outside with her.
; ; "Wow! Mrs Venturi, you look GREAT!" he ogled the way her bikini bottoms ; flossed up between her ass cheeks.
; ; "I, uh--" she blushed, "You shouldn't be looking at me in this outfit, Dickie. ; It's not appropriate for, uhm ...." For fat little perverts to see her in.
; ; She didn't know what was wrong with her! She didn't want fat little perverts ; to be staring at her parts, but her body didn't seem to be working right. ; Whenever her attention wandered off it, it DID things. Things that she didn't ; want to, like pulling on this bikini. Or sticking the spoon with Dickie's ; sperm into her mouth to clean it with her tongue.
; ; And sometimes even when her attention was directly on it, her body was doing ; things, defying her, like when it poured the rest of the tea seasoned with ; Dickie sperm into her mouth.
; ; And she REFUSED to believe that it was her subconscious overpowering her!
; ; Abigail wandered into the kitchen then, followed by Arthur.
; ; "Oh, good idea," Abigail retrieved a glass, then poured from the pitcher, "I ; could use some lemonade too."
; ; Dickie frowned: there had been no squeal! Was that the same bikini top he'd ; squirted spunk into?! He studied it, but it sure LOOKED like the same bikini ; top.
; ; Could she have not noticed?! The sticky slime smearing around on her tit like ; jelly around on a doughnut?! No way!
; ; Could it have dried or something ... ?!
; ; "Abigail," Mrs Venturi leaned in and spoke quietly, "I-- my .. hands ... don't ; seem to be listening to me. They are starting to do things on their own. And ; so are the ... rest of my body parts. Do you have any idea how I can stop ; this? Because I don't want to have to--"
; ; "*I* know why!" Arthur spoke loudly from behind them where he had been ; listening. "It's because you WANT to put your parts on display for our guest! ; You WANT to strut around and show him and let him have feels of them! You ; WANT! And your subconscious is MAKING you admit it by taking over at times!"
; ; "No. No, I don't think that's it at all."
; ; "It IS! It IS it!"
; ; Abigail shrugged. "It's okay, Mom. It's perfectly okay. You're ... under the ; power of some suggestion. Just try to figure out what exactly what the ; suggestion was."
; ; Candace came out then, in a bikini borrowed from Alice Venturi, and the group ; headed out to the chairs around the pool.
; ; Dickie studied Abigail's breasts, but didn't see any drips of spunk, though he ; didn't really expect to. What had happened?! How could she have not noticed?!
; ; Abigail set her lemonade on the table and stretched out in the lounge chair, ; and Dickie couldn't suppress his curiosity. He finally walked up to her.
; ; "Abigail, when you were putting on your bikini, didn't you ... notice a ; special little treat left for you in the bra cup?"
; ; "Oh, you mean the sperm?" she squinted as she looked up at him. "Yes. And ; after seeing you spunk up Mom's tea cup earlier, I FIGURED it was probably ; yours. But it's okay. It's all perfectly okay. You're under the influence of ; some suggestion that's making you mark territory with your sperm or ; something."
; ; "Did you ... wipe it off or something?" He had been looking forward to hearing ; her angry rage, and here she was being perfectly civilized about it.
; ; "No, it's all still right here," she cupped her right tit, "squishing around ; between my bra cup and my breast. But ... that's okay. Everything is perfectly ; okay."
; ; "You're WEARING my SPERM?!" a grin slapped across Dickie's face and stayed, ; lighting up his expression.
; ; "I guess I am, yeah."
; ; "Oh, MAN, that is cool!"
; ; ---
; ; "C'mon, Mom, show them to Dickie! You KNOW you want to sunbathe topless! You ; KNOW you do!"
; ; "Arthur, cut that out now! I am NOT ABOUT to take my top off in front of that ; fat little pervert! Nor am I going to take it off in front of you!"
; ; "C'mon, show them to him! I WANT you to! Please! You have the PERFECT excuse -- ; I'll tell him you always sunbathe topless."
; ; "Arthur, no! Now stop it!"
; ; A grin spread across his face. "But you WANT to! Down inside you KNOW you want ; to! Your SUBCONSCIOUS wants to!"
; ; "Arthur, my subconscious does NOT want to preen around toplessly in front of ; my own son and his fat pervert friend! Trust me on this point -- it doesn't!"
; ; Arthur shrugged. "Okay. If that's how you want it."
; ; "It is."
; ; "Then I'll leave you alone about it."
; ; "Thank you," she sighed. As she leaned back in her chair to stretch out--
; ; Her nipples were out.
; ; Her whole breasts were out.
; ; Her bikini top was in her hand, which was setting the tiny scrap of cloth on ; the table beside her as she leaned back in the chair.
; ; Her ... hands ... must have untied it and removed it while Arthur was smirking ; at her a minute ago.
; ; Oh ... God. How COULD she?! How COULD her hands do that to her?!
; ; "Ohgod! Ohgod! Ohgod!" Arthur bounced from one leg to the other excitedly ; beside her chair. "You're topless! They're bared! You're just ... SHOWING ... ; them to him!"
; ; "I am NOT showing my breasts to him. I'm ... sunbathing toplessly."
; ; "Dickie!" Arthur burst out a yell, then stood beside her pointing down at her. ; "She's TOPLESS, man! She's SHOWING THEM OFF for you!"
; ; ---
; ; "Man, your Mom's topless!" Dickie admired Mrs Venturi sitting across the pool ; letting the twins get out for a little sunlight. "Does she normally sunbathe ; without a top?"
; ; "No. But that's, uhm ... okay. Perfectly okay. She's just ... under some ; suggestion. That's all."
; ; Dickie looked down at Abigail, sitting there VOLUNTARILLY with one bra cup ; filled with his CUM, letting the substance seep all over her right tit, like ; some really special jelly!
; ; "The other question is, do you normally wear sperm?" he asked with a smirk.
; ; "No. But it's okay. It's perfectly okay -- you're just under the influence of ; a suggestion and can't help yourself. You're just ... trying to mark territory ; or something."
; ; Cool. That's what he was doing: marking territory.
; ; And he was ... ready to mark some more.
; ; While Abigail sat back in her chair there, bra cup filled with sperm, Dickie ; discreetly sidled behind her. Then he quietly unzipped and set his eyes on her ; lemonade glass.
; ; Yeah, he stroked, he'd dirty her up on the inside too. And she'd drink it and ; wouldn't even suspect!
; ; ---
; ; Across the pool, Mrs Venturi was too busy with Arthur to notice Dickie wanking ; behind her daughter's shoulder.
; ; "C'mon, Mom! Play with your nipples for him! Show him what a HOT BITCH you ; are!"
; ; "Arthur, stop that! I am NOT a 'hot bitch'."
; ; "You WANT to! Your subconscious is just ITCHING to do it! To play with your ; nipples for him."
; ; "Arthur, you STOP telling me what my subconscious wants to do! You have NO ; IDEA what my sub--"
; ; Oh, SHIT! A grin just crept across the boy's face.
; ; Mrs Venturi looked down, and--
; ; Crap!
; ; There were her defiant hands, perking up her nips for the showing!
; ; Goddammit!
; ; WHY wouldn't her parts LISTEN to her?!
; ; "Arthur, I am not voluntarily baring my parts for Dickie! I am under the ; influence of some suggestion!"
; ; "I don't give a fuck Mom, you're still baring them." Then loudly, "Hey, ; Dickie! She's PLAYING with them!"
; ; Dickie waved his hand in a "hush" gesture as he stood behind Abigail.
; ; "Besides, I've always KNOWN that you secretly liked to show off your body."
; ; "Arthur! I DO NOT!" she objected as she teased her nipples between thumb and ; forefinger.
; ; "Alice," Candace looked over from her chair, "you really shouldn't be giving ; yourself a breast massage out here in mixed company."
; ; "I-- I'm not," she shook her head as she continued to tweak nip, "I mean, I ; don't WANT to. I just can't HELP myself."
; ; "It's her SUBCONSCIOUS that wants to show off her breasts in public and perk ; up her nipples to tease other men."
; ; "Still, you ought to at least TRY to resist, Alice. My own son is over there ; getting an eyeful of you, for Chrissakes."
; ; "I-- I'm TRYING to resist!" Her fingers twisting and rolling her erect nipples ; attested to her failure to do so.
; ; "She's trying her best, Mrs Grayson. It's just that her subconscious keeps ; overpowering her."
; ; "I-- oh, dear. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to come across so short. I've ... ; offended you. Maybe," she stood, turned her back to them, cocked out her ass ; and looked back over her shoulder, "maybe you should spank my ass so that I ; remember to be more polite in the future."
; ; "Come over here," Arthur grinned.
; ; "Arthur! Don't you DARE!" Mrs Venturi complained as she continued to maintain ; nipples perky for the showing.
; ; "Oh! Thank you, sir!" Candace graciously took her first swat.
; ; "Arthur! You leave her ALONE!"
; ; "Oh! Thank you, sir!" for the second swat.
; ; "Mom, you OUGHT to be showing off your ass for Dickie too!"
; ; "Arthur! Don't even--"
; ; "Oh, you know you want to. Stand up and take off your bottoms too."
; ; "Arthur! Stop it! And stop spanking Candace!"
; ; "Oh! Thank you, sir!"
; ; ---
; ; "What's Arthur waving at?" Abigail sat forward and twisted around to look.
; ; Dickie stood behind her, cock in hand.
; ; He froze, panicked, caught.
; ; Abigail's eyes moved from his erection to the glass of lemonade vulnerably ; within squirting distance underneath it.
; ; Then her eyes flicked to his, a question, an accusation.
; ; "I ... uh ..."
; ; "Dickie, are getting ready to squirt sperm into my lemonade?"
; ; "I-- uhm-- yeah." He shrugged, hand still on cock. "But-- I can't help myself. ; It's the ... the suggestion."
; ; "Mmkay," she shrugged and sat back.
; ; Dickie stayed frozen. This was like in the horror movies, where the characters ; thought the danger had passed and then suddenly it sprang back on them. She ; was going spin around and take his head off.
; ; But she just sat there, her back to him.
; ; "It's ... okay?" he asked.
; ; "Yeah, it's okay. It's all perfectly okay."
; ; Wow.
; ; Cool.
; ; "Would you hold the glass for me? If you tilt it just a little bit, I can hit ; it a little better when I squirt."
; ; "Okay," she sat up, turned around in the seat and held her glass of lemonade, ; slightly tilted, under the Dickie-prick.
; ; "Okay?" He was still astounded.
; ; "It's all perfectly okay. Go ahead and muck up my juice."
; ; "Oh, MAN, this is GREAT! You're okay with this?"
; ; "It's all perfectly okay."
; ; ---
; ; Mrs Venturi was standing there topless, in just bikini bottoms, bent partially ; over, ass cocked out toward Arthur while her hands defiantly reached toward ; the tie strings of her bottom.
; ; Mrs Grayson was stretched out across Arthur's lap, muttering, "Oh! Thank you, ; sir!" with each swat, getting embarrassingly wet over being spanked by the ; boy.
; ; "No, Mom," he spoke, "point it around toward Dickie. He's the one you want to ; show your ass off to."
; ; "Goddammit, Arthur!" she complained as she shuffle-rotated around to point ass ; at Dickie. "I don't WANT to do this!"
; ; Her fingers fumbled with the tie strings, the bikini bottom dropped to the ; cement, and the beautiful globes of her ass and the pussy in between were left ; on display for the fat boy.
; ; "Apparently your subconscious does," Arthur smirked. "And the subconscious ; wins."
; ; "Oh! Thank you, sir!" Candace wriggled her hips on his thigh.
; ; "Now call Dickie! Tell him to look! Let him know what a HOT BITCH you are!"
; ; "Arthur, I will NOT!"
; ; "Your subconscious wants to."
; ; "My subconscious can go to hell!"
; ; "Call him, Mom!"
; ; "Oh! Thank you, sir!" Candace's ass took another little swat and dribbled a ; little more lubricant.
; ; "No!"
; ; "I think you'd better."
; ; "No!" her body stayed bent over, displaying naked pelvis from the back, but ; she would be damned if she was going to deliberately call attention to it.
; ; "Because I think that if you don't, your subconscious is going to threaten to ; stick it's finger up your ass, at which point *I'LL* call Dickie, because ; something like that is worth seeing!"
; ; "Arthur, I think you're--" She felt her right hand move to her thigh, trace ; its fingernails around the hip just a little, lightly slap, then squeeze the ; buttock.
; ; "Goddammit, cut it out!" she cursed at her body and subconscious.
; ; The fingernails taunted her, lightly scratching the ass cheek.
; ; "Stop this! We don't WANT this!" she tried to reason with her subconscious, ; but the fingernails insisted on teasing the cheek.
; ; Then the middle finger traced along the crack between the buttcheeks.
; ; "Stop it! Stop it! We DON'T WANT to show our body to a fat little pervert!"
; ; Her middle finger burrowed deeper into the crack between the cheeks.
; ; "Look," she said, her voice quivering a little, desperate to make a deal with ; her subconscious, "if you really want to show us off, let's put the bikini ; back on, and I'll prance around here all afternoon, teasing the hell out of ; these boys! Okay?"
; ; Her finger found her anus and made happy, insistent little circles there.
; ; "Please!"
; ; Happy little circles.
; ; "Now you listen to me!" she suddenly tried to take a strong hand with her ; subconscious, "You are going too-- OOH! OOHGOD!"
; ; The finger had pushed past her anus and slipped in to the second knuckle.
; ; "Ohgod! Ohgod! Why?! Do you want to show off in front of the boys that bad?!"
; ; The finger slipped out a half knuckle, then back in again.
; ; "Okay! Okay! Take our finger out of our ass, and I yell for the boy to ... ; look at us! Okay?!"
; ; The finger wriggled around just inside for a moment, then ... slipped out.
; ; "Thank you! Thank you!"
; ; Her right hand lightly gave an, "Attaboy, go get'em, tiger," pat to her right ; ass cheek.
; ; Now it was time for her to complete her end of the bargain. The finger was out ; of her ass, it was time for her to call the fat little pervert and ask him to ; watch her be naked. But she just didn't want to ... do that ....
; ; Her right hand lightly patted her ass to remind her: call the fat boy.
; ; With a sigh, Mrs Venturi shook her head, then called, "Dickie! Dickie! Look at ; me! I'm naked! Look at me!"
; ; Her face was pointed away from him, so she couldn't see if he was looking, ; but--
; ; Her left hand gripped her left ass cheek and pulled it lightly to the side. ; Her right hand moved in an exaggerated circle, then made an upside-down "fuck ; you" gesture.
; ; "What--?! What are you DOING?!" Her subconscious was UP TO SOMETHING!
; ; "Oh! Thank you, sir!" Candace gasped from Arthur's lap.
; ; "Do it! Do it!" Arthur tensed excitedly.
; ; "What are you DOING?! We had a DEAL! Stop this! I'm SHOWING him our ass! That ; was the DEAL!"
; ; Keeping the "fuck you" gesture, her right middle finger exaggeratedly traced ; the crack of her ass three times.
; ; "What are you DOING?! We had a DEAL! I KEPT MY end of the deal! You keep ; yours!" God, she hated subconsciouses. They were not to be trusted.
; ; "OhGAAAWWWWD!" she brayed as the finger burrowed past her anus. "It's up my-- ; it's up my AAAAASSSSS!"
; ; "OhGOD! Thank you, sir! Give me another one!" Candace's hips were grinding ; against Arthur's excited thigh.
; ; "Show him, bitch! Show him your finger up you butt!"
; ; "Ohgod, thank you, sir! Give me another one!" Candace was getting her butt ; spanked at a more excited pace now as Arthur bunched up with excitement that ; his hot bitch mother was showing her stuff off!
; ; Mrs Venturi was dying in shame as her right hand pulled out of her ass, gave ; an exaggerated thumbs-up gesture for Arthur and the fat boy to see, then ; shifted back to the "fuck you" gesture and went back in for some more quality ; ass-frigging.
; ; This, apparently, was her subconscious's idea of keeping its end of the deal ; ....
; ; ---
; ; Good God! Dickie loved this!
; ; Mrs Venturi was on the other side of the pool, fingering her own asshole, ; utterly insistent that everyone watch!
; ; Abigail was in front of him, head turned to watch, muttering nervously, "It's ; okay. It's all perfectly okay."
; ; And Dickie -- though the thought of squirting into Abigail's lemonade was ; awfully tempting, he suddenly wanted so badly to-- to--
; ; His first squirt caught her on the upper side of the cheekbone, startling her! ; As she turned her head to see what was happening, his second squirt globbed a ; line from the side of her right nostril, down across her lips to her left chin ; just below her mouth! The rest of the squirts he aimed for the cleavage ; between her boobs!
; ; The bitch was marked as his! Semen-stained!
; ; "Dickie! You got me in the face! But ... that's okay ... it's perfectly ...."
; ; She started to reach up to wipe the slime off her face, but Dickie stopped ; her. "No, no: please, leave it."
; ; "Uhm, Dickie, I ... can't walk around with your cum all over my face and ; breasts ... it's ... okay, I guess ... perfectly okay ...."
; ; "Okay?" he was elated.
; ; "Yeah ... okay. Although, it's going to drip."
; ; "Still, leave it. Just ... lick the bit off your lips, okay?"
; ; Lick it off her lips?! The fat little pervert had just ejaculated all over her ; face and breast by surprise. Now he wanted her to leave it there, grossing up ; her face like she was some slut that sucked men off regularly -- though even ; THEY had too much dignity to let the guys squirt them in the face.
; ; But ... it was all perfectly okay.
; ; Her tongue came out, moved around her upper and lower lip to lick the ; spunk-cream off, then she swallowed.
; ; Dickie's prick swelled anew! God! She SWALLOWED!
; ; SOMETHING was UP with her! It HAD to be! Normally she would have freaked just ; at Dickie squirting into her bikini top! Here she was holding her glass so he ; could flavor her lemonade with sperm, licking his cum off her lips and ; swallowing it! And not even pissed off about ANY of it!
; ; ---
; ; "Ohgod, Daddy!" Candace ground her hip against Arthur's thigh, "Don't stop! ; Spank me!"
; ; Arthur frowned. "'Daddy'? Is that left over from--"
; ; "No, I'm just horny out of my mind, Arthur. Now, PLEASE let me--" She stood, ; turned around and grabbed the waist of his swim trunks. "PLEASE let me slide ; these off, Daddy!"
; ; With a surprised grin, Arthur raised his hips, and Candace slid his shorts to ; the ground. "Ohgodyeah!" she shut her eyes as she leaned in and licked his ; cockhead.
; ; "Candace?! Stop that!" Mrs Venturi complained, still bent over with her middle ; finger obviously inserted up her ass. "Stop giving my son head!"
; ; "Oh, you ... should talk ... ass-slut!" Candace spoke around slurping Arthur's ; cock.
; ; "Mom," Arthur sighed, "don't you think your subconscious would like to show ; Dickie how you play with your pussy? So he doesn't think you only get off ; anally?"
; ; "My subconscious is no longer in control here! I am NOT going to be taking ; orders from it anymore!" This said as she still had ass in air, finger up ; butt for the viewing pleasure of the fat little pervert. "My subconscious ; reneges on deals, so I am not going to make any more deals with it. It's ; simply going to have to stay suppressed! *I* am going to be the one making the ; decisions around here from-- OOH!" She shivered as she felt her middle finger ; withdraw from her ass.
; ; "Daddy, please ...," Candace eased her way up Arthur, "please let me just ... ; straddle you like this ...," she stepped across his lap, lowered her pussy ; onto and around his prick, unable to keep a little juice from dripping onto ; his thighs as she did so, then wrapped her arms around his neck and melted to ; him, "and you can ... fuck me while you ... still spank me, Daddy ...."
; ; "Yeah," Arthur grunted, "this is ... a pretty good position."
; ; "Thank you ... thank you, Daddy ...," she nuzzled him, crotch stuffed full.
; ; Meanwhile, "Stop this! Stop this! STOP THIS!" Mrs Venturi complained to her ; body and subconscious as she stood up and turned around. "I am NOT going to be ; CONTROLLED by you! I assert my will right here and NOW!"
; ; Ignoring her, her body sat in the lounge chair, hooked her right leg over the ; chair's arm, then hooked her left leg similarly to spread herself widely.
; ; "Ohgod!" she whimpered. "Look -- please, we can make a deal, okay?"
; ; Her right hand moved to just in front of her face and flipped her a bird.
; ; "Wait! We can deal! Look, you don't have control over our voice. *I* have ; control over that! So if we're going to call and get the fat boy's attention, ; you're going to need MY cooperation! And there are certain things that I am ; not willing to do. So if you want any help from me, you're going to have to--"
; ; Her right hand came up in front of her face and flicked her nose just then, ; and she flipped herself another bird. Then her hand went down between her ; legs.
; ; "No ... no, you're not going to get my cooperation that way ... you're ... oh! ; ... oh, goodness ... !"
; ; ---
; ; "Gosh, has anyone told you how pretty you look in sperm?" Dickie told Abigail.
; ; "Everything is ... perfectly okay," she reminded herself quietly, then "Th- ; thank you, Dickie."
; ; "Let me spread it around on you a little bit, okay? Get you all coated up good ; in it."
; ; "Everything is ... perfectly okay ... everything is ... perfectly okay ... ; everything is-- OH!"
; ; Dickie dabbed his fingers in one of the globs just above her cleavage and ; began spreading it around, then copped a feel of tit through her top.
; ; "I, uh ... everything is ... uh, perfectly okay ...."
; ; He copped another couple feels, then lifted the bottoms of her bra cups so her ; breasts sprang free, one still clean, one already pre-slimed. "Ohgod! Dickie, ; I-- ! Uhm ... everything is perfectly okay! Everything is perfectly okay!"
; ; "God, these are GREAT!" Dickie enthused, spreading the semen icing all over ; them.
; ; "Here," he unzipped and dropped his shorts to the ground, then pulled her hand ; and wrapped it around his erection, "you hold this while I get you all gummed ; up good."
; ; She held his erection while he spread the semen around on her face, then ; reached down to keep the boobs moisturized as well.
; ; "Everything is ... perfectly fine ... everything is ... perfectly fine ...."
; ; "Oh, MAN! I'm getting ready to CUM again! And you ... you just GOTTA let me ; squirt you in the eye! I'm sorry -- that's the hypnotic suggestion talking, ; but still ... you just GOTTA let me squirt you in the eye!"
; ; "Dickie, I don't think-- I don't think that--" he was pumping right in front ; of her eyes like he was ready to blow, so she shut them. "Everything is ... ; perfectly fine ... everything is ... perfectly fine ... everything is ...."
; ; "Unngh!" he grunted as he bullseyed her. Then bullseyed her other eye. Then he ; aimed the rest of the squirts for her lips until he was done cumming and ; mashed his softening penis up against her mouth. "C'mon, bitch! Clean it."
; ; "Everything is ... perfectly fine ... everything is ... perfectly fine ...," ; she reminded herself over and over as she let his genitals slip into her mouth ; and cleaned the cum off them with her tongue.
; ; ---
; ; Mrs Venturi's fingers were plunged deep inside herself, moving frantically -- ; her body's idea of how to "persuade" her to be more cooperative. But she ; wasn't about to cooperate with it or with her subconscious. "You can't ... you ; can't make me ... no matter what ... you do to me ... I won't ... I won't ... ; call Dickie ...."
; ; She had felt the upwelling of arousal from her body, sensations that she had ; never felt the likes of. But her body couldn't bribe her, and her subconscious ; couldn't sucker her. She was NOT going to let these ... inhumanly strong waves ; of arousal ... cloud her judgment.
; ; "There are ... some lines ...," she panted to her stubborn, highly aroused ; body, while her insistent fingers diddled at her twat, "... I just won't cross ; ... some things ... I just won't do ... and ... and you can't make ... you ; can't ... make ... OHSWEETMOTHEROFGODOHGODOHFUCKOHFUCKOHFUCK!"
; ; Her legs stiffened, her back arched, she sucked in air, then wailed again.
; ; The other four stopped what they were doing just to watch, out of respect for ; such an incredible climax.
; ; When she finally coasted down, she was much more amenable to her subconscious. ; An orgasm like that always puts you in a better mood for the rest of the day, ; and Mrs Venturi guessed she was ready to listen to some of what her ; subconscious was suggesting to her.
; ; ---
; ; That's when they came.
; ; Over the walls around the back yard, through the gates at the house, they ; stormed in.
; ; Seth's angry soldiers.
; ; Mrs Venturi was yanked from her post-orgasm, bound naked and strung from a ; pole by which two men carried her.
; ; Arthur had his hands and feet tied behind him and moaned as the pole used to ; carry him yanked his shoulders and hips the wrong way.
; ; Candace and Abigail tried to escape, but were taken down before they could ; clear the walls, bound and ported like carcasses of meat to the church.
; ; Dickie was too fat to carry, so the Holy Soldiers tied a rope around his neck ; and made him run behind them or choke.
; ; The Holy Army took the sinners back to the church then. They only struck one ; household at a time. This was slower, but it did not give the neighbors time ; to prepare against them.
; ; At the church, the five were tied to stakes. Candace saw Angie among the ; people binding her, and in desperation, trying to create a distraction by ; which they might escape, she cried out, "You learn sin, bitch!"
; ; But Angie, rather than collapsing in climax as Candace hoped against hope she ; might still do, that she might distract the "Holy Soldiers" enough that one or ; more of the five might escape -- instead Angie just ignored her.
; ; Stephen came up to Candace a few minutes later, sneering. "You have no power ; over her, sinner. She is one of the truly righteous, for she has taken a spike ; and plunged it into her own ears, to rupture her eardrums, so that she cannot ; be swayed from the righteous path by sinners like you."
; ; "Stephen ... what has happened to you? What have you done?"
; ; He spat on her.
; ; "You will be righteous soon, Candy. Just you wait. You will be righteous soon ; too!"
; ; Various "Holy Soldiers" came and went, keeping the five and others under ; surveillance, like fruit being watched for its moment of ripeness.
; ; Mrs Venturi was the first to slip off into trance. The entire crowd of "Holy ; Soldiers" surged then, loudly reciting the suggestions Seth had crafted, ; drowning out every other sound.
; ; When she came out of the trance, she was untied and taken away.
; ; The next morning, Mrs Venturi was helping to bind the sinners to the stakes to ; await their "holy revelation" when they next tranced.
; ; When Dickie brought up the subject of feeding time, he was mocked -- mocked! ; -- and told he could suffer until made righteous.
; ; Arthur went next, trancing off about 10:00 in the morning and becoming a ; newly minted citizen in God's and Seth's righteous army.
; ; "What," Candace asked, her mouth like cotton since no water had passed her ; lips since yesterday, "did you say about ... things getting more brutal ... ; Abigail?"
; ; "The ... sneakiest monkey wins. That's also ... the cruelest monkey."
; ; More time passed, but no food or water did.
; ; Candace went next, at noon the next day. By 6:00 Pm, she was taunting the fat ; boy, that he wouldn't eat again until he was righteous.
; ; There were trickles of blood from each ear, left as proud declarations that ; she was one of those that had become truly righteous, puncturing her eardrums ; so that she could receive no new suggestions that might corrupt the ones ; already given to her by the "Holy Army".
; ; Abigail went the next morning, and she and Candace harassed Dickie that ; evening.
; ; Dickie lost 35 pounds before a trance ended his old personality, that a new ; righteous one might be installed in its corrupt place.
; ; They never knew what really was the cause of the trances people entered, but ; Seth's Holy Army slowly and irresistibly grew.
; ; Because the sneakiest monkey wins.
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