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Chapter 3

   Jerry and I returned home late that night.  I didn't ask him about
Caroline.  I did tell him, he had better fuck Lana for a week, for breaking
his promise.  I don't think he hated his punishment.

   "Okay." He said.  He went to bed.

   I looked in on Rory.  I sighed at the sight.  The bed frame sagged under
her.  She wheezed unconsciously.  I blew her a kiss and whispered, "Sleep
well."

   I crawled into my bed and ran down two sets of batteries.

   "Rory was still sick the next morning.  I was walking to her room, when
she ran out and into the bathroom.

   I heard her vomit and flush.  I found her pale and sweating.

   "My stomach really hurts, Mom." She looked piteous.  "Do I have to keep
taking those pills?" She was crying.

   "NO!" I shouted.  "I'm going to kill that doctor and blow up that stupid
research lab." Unfortunately stopping the drug required a lengthy time of
decreasing dosage.

   I can't believe I'd held out hope, this long, for the damn things to
work.  I wanted to blame Jerry, but he was just being a young man, eager to
put his dick into any hole that would let him.  I'm sure my daughter was
thinking the same thing.  "We'll go on a real diet, I promise, together."

   After helping my dearest to her bed, I called the doctors.  There was no
answer, not even a machine.  "Son of a bitch!" I yelled into my cell.

   "You need me?" Jerry poked his head around the corner of my door.

   I wanted him with every fiber of my being, but I felt I would be
betraying my promise to his sister, if I let him soothe my anger.

   "Jerry, there are going to be some changes around here." I was about to
say.

   "Hey, Mom.  Read this new flash.  He thrust his cell phone at me."

   "I can't read that, from here." I didn't take the bait.  "Toss it."

   He grinned and chucked it over.

   The screen displayed a news article from this morning.  "Area doctor
found dead.  Auto-erotic asphyxiation suspected."

   I called Lana.  "How many pills do you have?"

   "I dunno, half a bottle." She giggled.  "And another full bottle I, uh,
convinced the doctor to prescribe under a separate name.  Isn't it awful?"
She meant the news.

   "I have two full bottles." From my last visit to the fuckable doctor.

   "I mean the news."

   "Couldn't have happened to a less qualified person."

   "When's dinner?" I had told her about Jerry's punishment.

   "Um, we're going to have to make some changes." I was able to say,
finally.

   "NO!  I will NOT be denied again!"

   "I'm not talking about that." I promised.  "You're welcome to come over,
but you'll leave starving.  Rory and I are going to seriously try to lose
weight, this time."

   "I'll be over at five thirty." The usual time, six PM, wasn't soon
enough for what my friend was starving for.

   That night, I didn't listen at Jerry's door.  Lana's shrieks could be
heard down the block.  I fed Rory some broth with mushrooms, spinach, and
scallions.  "I'm going to see about finding a doctor at that lab,
Exo-Genetics." I assured her.

   I spent every hour of every week day for two weeks, trying to contact a
doctor at Exo-Gentics.  Without a prescription, the guard wouldn't let me
enter the grounds, even after I promised to blow him.  I barely found time
to fuck Jerry.  He seemed happy enough with his nightly, three or four cum
fuck fests with Lana.  Rory just seemed to get sicker.  I tried another
pregnancy test.  It was also negative.  One less thing to worry about, I
told her and told myself.  I worried.  Finally, I had to capitulate.  Honor
be damned, my daughter was in trouble.  I called Russ.

   "Your daughter is sick from those pills, Dear." I probably shouldn't
have called him Dear.

   "Can you prove it in a court of law?"

   "Damn, you!  I gave you a one percent chance that you still cared about
your offspring, and you blew even that."

   "What do you mean, Sweetheart?" He sneered through the phone.  "Jerry is
my little man!  He can do no wrong."

   "Your daughter, D-A-U-G-"

   "Ever since you let her get fat, she became dead to me." Russ was dead
seriously a fucking asshole.

   "No.  No, You shit seed, of my children.  You can walk away from me, and
your obligations to your children's future, but you will not give pills to
your daughter that could kill her."

   "How much weight have you two lost?"

   "The - pills - are - what - made - us - fat!" I yelled loud enough to
possibly shatter my phone's glass screen.

   "Okay.  I'll put you both down for 'before' pictures."

   You had better be joking.  I'm willing to risk 10 to 20 years in prison
if you aren't.

   "Fine.  I'm joking.  But what can I do?"

   "Get us an appointment at Exo-Genetics.  They need to see what their
drug does to healthy women who just wanted to lose ten pounds.  Maybe they
can find out what's wrong with Rory.  If they do, I'll rush her to real
medical professionals."

   "I can do that." My ex, stated.

   "When?"

   "Hang up."

   I hung up and checked on Rory.  The pain in her gut was bearable, but it
seemed to shift around her huge waist.  I figured all the fat under her
bloated skin was confusing the source of pain.  My phone rang.

   "Russ?" I asked anxiously.

   "Sorry, Hon, its Lana!  Why would you sound happy to hear from your ex?"

   "He's trying to get an appo-"

   "That's not important, right now!  I called because of a miracle!" Lana
sang, "I gained thirteen pounds!"

   "Lana!" I shrieked.  "Get off my phone!" I hung up.

   My phone rang.  "Lana!"

   "That lesbo still all the fuck you can get?" Russ grinned from ear to
ear, through the speaker.

   "Fuck you."

   "Fuck you not at all, fatso.  Your appointment is at 11am tomorrow.  Be
there or kiss Rory good bye." He hung up.  A chill ran down my spine.  He
wasn't kidding about that last bit.  They told him, I knew.  Our daughter
was in serious danger.  I broke down, until Jerry returned from school.

   I rushed to my boy.  "I need you, Jerry." I was in tears, while tearing
off my son's clothes.  "No bullshit, right now, sweetie." I pulled off my
dress and bra, and went down on him.  I mouthed his soft cock, taking more
of it into my face that ever before.  I licked and sucked and drew his
hands to my trembling, balloon tits, until he hardened.  "I can't face her.
I can't tell her." I stood up, my rotund belly sliding up his boner.  I
kissed my son.  "I need you to fuck me, or I'll never be able to tell your
sister."

   Jerry didn't say anything.  He pulled down my panties and we fell to the
rug in front of the door.  His massive prick stabbed into my cunt, and he
pounded me furiously, reflecting my acute anxiety.

   "Oh yes, Son, Momma needs to cum like only you can make her."

   My fear proved to be an incredible turn on.  Jerry bit me all over, my
fat arms, my nipples, my bulging neck.  I came within two minutes.  He
didn't stop plugging my desperate hole with cock goodness.  He came into me
and then sped up.  Cum spurted out of my cunt with every incredible plunge.
I orgasmed twice more, calling out my daughter's name, "Rory!  Rory, I'm so
sorry!" Jerry shot another load into me, his mother.  He never said a word,
but I could see his love for me, his worry.  His second orgasm shattered
me. I cried out in lust and ecstasy.  "OOOOOOHHHHHHH!!!!!"

   "Ms.  Bollinger?" Caroline walked in through the front door Jerry and I
had left open.  "Oh my!" She covered her eyes with her hands.  "Jerry said
it'd be okay if I visited."

   "Just a second." Jerry told her.

   I was speechless.  My son pulled out, spilling last of his cum on my
tits.  "Sorry, Mom.  I couldn't have expected you'd need that." He hung his
head and took Caroline's hand.  They went to his room.

   I lay still.  My post orgasmic glow didn't fade, but my thoughts
swirled. Rory.  Russ, Caroline, Jerry.  Lana.  The gods spoke to me. 
"Lana!" I lept to my feet and grabbed my phone.

   "What do you mean, you gained thirteen pounds?"

   "Isn't it a miracle?  I was going throw out those pills.  Two weeks ago,
I was under a hundred pounds." Lana rejoiced.  "I can hardly wait to show
Jerry!"

   On Lana a hundred plus pounds were still within super model range.  It
was unlikely to impress him.  Also, he seemed to have a girlfriend.  I
carried our conversation to my son's door, expecting sounds that echoed my
own three minutes ago.  "Shhh." I hushed Lana.  Hearing nothing, I touched
my ear to the door.

   "...the boy was eyeing Julie's test, but I shook my finger..." Talking.
They were just talking.  I shook my head and returned to the living room.
After all, a mom should let her son have his privacy.

   "What time is dinner, Fran?"

   I covered the microphone with a finger and called out.  "Jerry!  Is
Caroline staying for dinner?"

   "Um." His voice barely reached me.  "I'll ask." Silence.  "Yeah, she
says she'd like that."

   "There won't be much." I had rescued the household cooking.

   "I already warned her." He sounded dejected.

   I removed my finger and spoke into the phone.  "You'll have an
audience."

   "I don't care."

   "Six PM." I hung up.

   I stayed with Rory until I had to fix supper.  She told me it wasn't so
bad that day.  I didn't confront her lie.  Tomorrow, we would invade
Exo-Genetics and figure out what to do, together.

   At dinner, Lana and I kept our conversation separate from Jerry and his,
um, girlfriend?  I hesitated to call her that.  It's not like they were
fucking.  Their's was the most boring intercourse I'd recently heard at my
table.  I had forgotten what small talk sounded like.  I had to tell Lana
about the girl finding me attacking my son, by whispering it into her ear.

   "And she watched?" Lana told my ear.

   "Covered her eyes, but never said anything."

   "Huh." Lana blinked, unable to understand.  "Then they wandered into his
room and kept their clothes on?" She saw me nod.  "Kids these days, aliens,
I tell you, all aliens."

   "I didn't hear them taking anything off."

   "Ms.  Bollinger.  The cottage cheese and peaches were really nice. 
Thanks for helping me keep fit." Caroline smiled simply.  She had an
adorable smile.

   I wanted to punch the little shit right in her gratitude.

   Lana touched my shivering arm.  "Come with me." She took me too my
bedroom and licked my cunt until I shouted, "Fuck you, Caroline Gincotter!"

   Lana left me mostly sated.  I laid on my bed for half an hour or so
before getting up, grabbing my vibrator, and seeing what I was missing.  I
found the three of them in the living room.

   Jerry had my friend bent over the back of our couch.  He plugged her
pussy with hard prick while Carol watched with amusement.  "Thirteen
pounds, Ms.  Meryl, that's terrible!  What have you been eating?"

   "I'll make you eat this." Lana raised her fist.  "After I get the prick
pounding I've earned."

   "I guess you earned it, Ms.  Meryl." Jerry agreed softly, but he fucked
with a big stick.  "Maybe next week, you'll have another ten." He was
exciting himself by thinking how fat this skinny bitch was going to become.

   In my head, I applauded my son's imagination.  Still.  Thirteen pounds,
after two weeks.  I stared at my boy glued crotch to crotch with my friend,
attempting to free themselves with boiling sperm.  I wished I had bought
fresh batteries.

   Two weeks of being fucked by my son.

   Three months had fled by since Rory and I had first felt Jerry's
superior cut of beef pound our pussies.  Rory fucked him three times more
often than I.  The two had more free time.  As his sister gained weight
faster that his mother, Jerry was more inclined to spear her fat.  Rory had
gained three times the weight I had.

   "Good gods.  It wasn't the pills." I thought.  I dropped my dead
vibrator.  Nobody noticed, or me running back to Rory's room.

   "My sweet, honey child." I held and kissed my obese daughter.  "It's
going to be all right."

   ***

   "What do you mean, she's all right?" I shouted at the researcher.

   "Hey!" He shouted back.  "I told you.  I'm not a doctor.  You wanted us
to check out your daughter.  Your ex-husband talked us into it.  But I'm
not lying.  She has to keep taking the pills.  How many days has she gone
without?"

   Almost two.

   "That shouldn't be too bad.  You give them to her at your normal time
tonight.  And make sure you take yours.  Come back in another week.  We'll
be able to run better tests, given time to prepare.  I'll examine you both,
personally."

   The researcher, Michael (I didn't get his last name) was not trying to
hit on me.  What sane man would?  I was a walking watermelon.  If I didn't
get occasional sex from Jerry and regular licks from my grateful friend,
I'd sign up online to Fat Fetish Friends Finder.  All one word.  But as far
as I could tell, the pitiful tests he had performed were less about curing
my daughter and more about saving his experiment.

   Sure, he took Rory's blood pressure and temperature.  He even listened
to her heart or breathing with a stethoscope.  I wasn't sure which, because
he kept prodding every fold of fat, every crease in my girl's wrecked body,
with cold metal disk.  And the way he would jostle her folds, seemingly
adjusting the lumps inside her, didn't look like any kind of exam I'd ever
seen, and I've seen my mother examined.

   Michael told me to call a doctor he recommended.

   I called the doctor and gave him the info.  Michael had coded the exam
results.  I read off a list of numbers and letters, correcting the doctor
when he repeated them back wrong.  He made a lot of mistakes.  I'm pretty
sure he was drunk.  He called me back the next day, worse drunk, and said
to pick up a prescription at the nearby drug store I had named.

   The pharmacist looked at the list of pills and potions and shrugged
before handing them to me.  "I hope your alligator with a peptic ulcer and
colon cancer gets well soon."

   I nearly dropped the bag.  Preparing the remedies took seven blocks of
fifteen minutes every day.  I hardly had time to work.  Finally, after
three days of pills and potions, Rory stopped throwing up.  She was so
happy.  She wanted to celebrate.

   "No!" I forbid her.

   "It's not fair!  You're still fucking him!"

   "I"m trying to cut down." I changed the subject.  "How's your stomach?"

   "It hurts, but at least I'm keeping down the little bit of food you give
me."

   "All you've done for the last three days is lie in bed, and you managed
to lose six pounds." I kept to myself that her loss was actually measured
from when she had stopped fucking her brother.

   "Shhh." She grabbed my upper arm.  "Don't you DARE tell Jerry."

   "Honey, you're ill.  I don't care what the researcher said.  Don't get
over excited." I didn't tell her the insane conclusion I had reached, that
fucking Jerry was making us fat.  "If you need to cum, I'll loan you my
vibrator.  I bought fresh batteries." And a dozen backups.

   She pouted for an hour before sleeping.  Like a cat, she was getting
fourteen to sixteen hours a day.  It made the rest of my day much easier.
Unfortunately, when I was alone with Jerry, I couldn't help but desire that
masterful prick he had become incredibly skilled with.  He called me,
"Cunt", and "Whore".  He forced me to my knees and punched his massive
girth into my mouth.  I could barely suck it.  That didn't matter.  He
liked to make me suffer for the fucking I needed.  He bent me over table
and couch and chair, ramming me from behind, cunt or ass.  He did lube my
ass, never enough though.  I cried in pain and orgasmic release.  He made
me crawl.  He made me lick.  He made me mop utensils with my wet bush
between forkfuls of steak and spoonfuls of custard.  My snatch smelled
awful.  He made me masturbate with his socks and underwear before he went
to school.  I kept gaining weight.

   I gave Lana an open invite, whenever Jerry was home.  She kept herself
abreast of him for hours at a time.  I was jealous, but also, I could see
her breasts growing.  The effect was that pronounced.  I overheard him
snickering with Caroline.  "Every day she feels heavier on me."

   I gained another four pounds that week.

   My son's 'virgin' girlfriend didn't visit much.  He tended to visit her.
I talked with her mother, every few days to touch base.  "They just talk
and study." She kept telling me.  I didn't want to believe it.  I had a
fantasy that Mrs.  Gincotter was taking my son up her ass while we spoke on
the phone.  Caroline wouldn't have cared a lick if her mother had been.

   Strange girl.  Strange son, I reminded myself.  Finally, I couldn't take
it any more.  Four days after Rory's examination, I stalked my son's
girlfriend after school and confronted her the moment she was alone.

   "Why aren't you fucking my son?" I demanded.

   "Huh?  Ms.  Bollinger, are you feeling okay?"

   I hissed.  "No.  But that's not the point.  I've got to know."

   The prissy student council president straightened and said very
seriously.  "I have to think about my career."

   "What?" I burst.  "You're barely in high school."

   "I'll be honest, Ma-am.  There's nothing more that I want than to sink
to the same depths as you and Rory and Ms.  Meryl, and get fattened up to
excite your son.  Unlike you wonderful, crazy bitches, I'm not going to
sacrifice my future for what would probably be the best sex of my life."
She sniffed.  "America may be getting fatter, but the powers that be
aren't. I'm headed to the top, Ms.  Bollinger, and I'm going to take your
son with me, when I'm legal."

   "Why would you need to get fat?  My son would fuck you.  He really cares
for you."

   "Yes, he would.  He does, but I don't accept favors, Ma-am.  They're
strings that let people manipulate you.  Not that Jerry would manipulate
me. We love each other for who we are.  I know what fuels Jerry's desires.
If he didn't feel about me how he feels about your fat body, he'd just be
doing me a favor."

   Defeated, I skulked away.  I found Jerry at home, and I let him boss me
around for an hour in order to get his prick into my sad sex.

   On the morning of our mutual exam, I strode into Rory's room and found
her heaving under her brother.  He labored mightily to give her the fucking
she had been missing for nearly a month.

   "OOOOHHHH!!  I'm Cummmminngg.  Agggaaaaiiinnn!" She wailed.

   I didn't have the heart to stop them.  After they had exhausted
themselves, covered in my son's cum from heads to toes, I finally cleared
my throat.  "I hope you enjoyed that enough to last a lifetime, young
lady." I was oddly, suddenly furious.  "I'm calling the lab and canceling
our appointment."

   Was I jealous?  Why should I be?  I'd let my daughter fuck my son for
months, three times as often as I fucked him.  I told myself I was jealous
for Caroline, as if that made any sense.  Nothing did about my son's love
affair.  Why should I?

   When I told the clerk to cancel our appointment, I recalled how she
always smiled, as if she knew a secret.  This time she sputtered."But,
Ma-am, you c-can't do that."

   "It's done." I hung up.  I went to my room and threw my five bottles of
Pannusflush into my bedroom wastebasket.  They had added to my
prescription, after Rory's exam.

   My phone rang.  "Ms.  Bollinger, you must bring your daughter in for the
exam." The clerk had found her voice.  "Her health is in serious danger."

   "Fuck you!" I hung up.  My fury had a new outlet.  I wanted my son's
prick to calm me, but I found him in his room, fucking Lana.  "When the
hell did you get here?"

   "The moment I watched your son get off of your daughter, from outside
her window." She had taken to stalking us.

   "Why don't you fucking move in already."

   She humped my son joyfully.  "I though you'd never ask!"

   My phone rang.  "Go to hell!" I yelled.

   "Ms.  Bollinger, we're sending a taxi.  Please put your daughter into
it, if you don't want to be examined yourself." It was Michael.

   "I'll shoot the driver.  I promised the researcher."

   My body ached.  I felt so tired.  My weight, for the first time was
weighing me down as the biggest problem in my life.  I went to bed and lay
down.

   The door bell woke me.  I didn't actually own a gun.  I let it ring.

   I heard Jerry answer the door.  "Mom!" He hollered.  "It's dad."

   "Don't you dare let that bastard inside, you hear me?" I hollered back.
I staggered up from my bed.  I felt slightly feverish.  I wrapped a
housecoat around my bra and girdle.  It took a minute to identify the door,
but managed through it.  After a few deep breaths, my footsteps steadied.
My good son stood in the door as a barrier, naked.

   I walked up behind him and cleared my throat.  "Thanks, Jerry." I put my
hands on my boy's shoulder and smiled, peeking over his head.  "Long time,
no see." I told my ex-husband.

   The rat bastard was clearly gobsmacked at the sight of his son's
enormous prick.  Still, he managed to warn us, "I got a call from the lab.
They said Rory is in serious trouble.  She has to go there." It was the
first time I had ever seen my stouthearted, son of a bitch, father of my
children sweat.

   "That's funny, Russ." I glared at him.  "They told me, she was fine, and
they just wanted to take more tests."

   He hemmed and hawed.  "Um, maybe a blood test came back with terrible
news."

   "They didn't take any blood!" I screamed.  "Get the fuck off of our
lawn!" I pointed the way.  "I could have done all of the 'tests' they did.
Those idiots are a joke!"

   From sweat to shakes, Russ nearly collapsed with fear.  "They're not a
joke, Francine.  They're goddamn government spooks!"

   "Yeah?" I paused, then I ripped into my ex.  "What government, Russ. 
Tell me that.  Do you even know?" I had never felt so alive.

   "THE government, you stupid bitch." Russ exploded.  He stomped one foot
closer.

   I always, nearly came in my panties when I could break my husband's
cool. This time I did cum.  It wasn't as good as when our son made me cum,
but it was good enough.

   "Get the fuck away, Dad." Our naked boy slammed the door shut.

   Lana surprised me.  "He's right, Fran.  The spooks are going to come
down hard on this place, if you don't rush Rory to the lab." She stood at
hall entrance, my son's cum dripping down her legs.

   "What the fuck do you know about all of this?"

   "I'm one of the spooks, Honey." She grimaced.  "At least, on the books I
am." She amended incredibly softly, "Not that there are any books that I'm
actually on." The self-declared secret agent tried a smile.  "They killed
Doctor Harvey.  They'll kill you, now that the experiment has finally borne
fruit."

   "Are you fucking kidding me?" I held myself in my arms.  The room was
getting colder.

   "Yeah, you've got it too, at least one." She eyed my body, head to toes.

   "One what?"

   "An exogene form." She crabbed across the room and reached for her
purse. From it, Lana pulled out a gun.  "Scream." She smiled at me, raising
her weapon.

   I screamed.

   Shots rang out.

   Lana beat Jerry to Rory's room.  My daughter screamed.  More shots
fired.

   A week later, I held onto the toilet for dear life.  I managed to force
one more puke from my dry guts.  "Die, alien fucker, die!" I would rather
die than let happen what had happened to my daughter.

   My efforts were too little, too late.  The exogene form that was wrapped
around the inside of my torso's skin initiated it's journey out.

   I screamed from the slit it cut across my left ass cheek.  Like a chick,
it had a birthing tooth, to break out of its confines of gestation
swaddling my guts.  Blood poured upon bathroom tiles.  My body convulsed.
It was a programmed mechanism to aid the lifeform's birth.  I wished it had
been inside my womb, the part of a woman's body meant to bear a living
creature.

   But this thing had grown between my organs and my skin.  I wasn't really
fat.  Never had been, at least not any more than when I first went on a
diet.  The exogene's gestation mimicked human fat, growing inside it's
host. It exuded a tube which tapped into my urethra, an invasive event most
hosts don't notice.  That's how it nourished itself, by sucking up any food
that entered my cunt.  It's metabolism was extremely efficient.  Even a
fraction of my son's cum let it grow to its nymph stage, over time.  Three
months of regular food was enough.  It's birth weight was less than half of
an average human.  It's afterbirth weighed more than it did.  My breasts,
however, were real, fat titties.  During gestation the parasite released
the right hormones to stimulate milk production.

   I screamed again when I felt it's bulbous head push out against the cut
in my ass.  It ripped it's birth slit wider.  Agonized, I clung to the
toilet and wished I hadn't agreed to Lana's plan.  I begged the gods to
take me back in time and let me go on a proper diet.

   A week ago, Lana called her superiors, after 'properly sanctioning': me,
my daughter, and the exogene forms.  Her gun's shots had been recorded by a
listening post, set up weeks prior (when Rory first sickened), in a
neighboring house.  Her superiors quelled any calls from neighbors to
emergency services.  I later learned that none of my close by 'friends' had
called upon hearing gunfire, the bastards!

   Fortunately, video surveillance was against their security protocols. 
That would be too much evidence for nosey congressional pages and other
self-important flunkies.  Lana's spook buddies operated on the extreme end
of spookdom.

   "Get out of me!" I yelled at the white jelly looking mass whose tooth
had ripped my flesh.  It paused until my body's convulsions synced up to
it's next effort.  Rory had warned me.  This was the most painful part.

   The white mass stiffened and its full strength anchored to my hip bones
and expanded, like a car-jack lifting a great weight with every ratcheting
shake.  I literally shook it until it pushed the hard gelled head out of
the bleeding slit across my ass.  It's widest part plopped from my body,
like a giant, solid zit, just before I passed out from increased torture.

   ***

   I dreamed.  Lana never returned after after beguiling her agency.  She
promised Jerry, that she would work behind the scenes to further Caroline's
ambitions.  My son swore to me that his girlfriend knew nothing about
Exo-Genetics or the spooks.  He also confessed, that he had been banging
her mom and Julie Herring too.  After being traumatized by the sight of her
dieting mentor sucking down the largest prick she'd ever seen, the memory
had haunted Julie, until she begged my son to fuck her.  They used
Caroline's house for their sordid affairs.  Jerry never explained how his
girlfriend's mother got involved.  I like to imagine that Caroline used her
boyfriend's special purpose to take control of her family.  I imagined
Jerry cuckolding her father, leaving him only to jack off to my son raping
his pretty wife's ass.

   Russ also disappeared.  Good riddance.

   ***

   "I stopped the bleeding, Mom." Rory's voice woke me.  I felt my bed
beneath me.  "You're going to be okay.  The birth was a success." She
didn't bother to hide the delight in her voice.  She knew that I had been
trying for a week to kill the parasite living inside of me.

   Liposuction would have ripped the creature right out of me, while I was
sedated, leaving only a surgical scar and very puzzled doctor. 
Unfortunately, I was a prisoner in my own home.  There was no home remedy
that could kill it, which wouldn't have killed me!

   "Where's Jerry?" I hardly had strength to breathe, let alone talk.

   "You know, Mother." Rory said curtly.  She was doing something to the
weight clinging along my body, washing it I thought.

   I remembered he'd left home, to follow Lana.  She had signaled, all
clear, two weeks after 'killing' Rory and I.  He'd promised, in exchange
for her help, to meet her where she could get a fix from his sexual
treasure.  He didn't know if she was still taking the drug.  I doubted that
she ever had, but he let on that she continued to get fat.  Every week or
so, he was increasingly eager to meet her for hours of intense fucking.  I
also doubted that his sister or I would ever excite him again.  I started
crying with my eyes closed.  Now that the Exogents had emerged and latched
upon us, she and I would only repulse him.

   "It's not that bad, Momma." My daughter brushed my forehead with a damp,
sticky cloth.  "You'll get used to the perks in no time.  I know how much
of a slut you really are."

   I sighed, but I refused to accept her fate.  Maybe I would, someday, but
I opened my eyes and girded my loins, striving resist losing myself to
another addiction.

   Rory's face filled my initial view.  She smiled happily, leaning over
me, wiping my brow with the rag she had used to wash my new 'child'.  I
looked down her slim body.

   My lovely daughter was naked.  Her 'fat' was gone, but she struggled to
keep from tipping over as she leaned.  Two, milk white serpents hung from
the front of her torso, glued to their parent like slugs.  Imagine a sperm
cell the length of a dog, including its tail.  It's head was a cantaloupe
sized orb with transparent skin, it's white, inner tissues visible.  It
tail was thick, a fat zucchini that slowly writhed across her belly.  My
daughter's 'children' hugged their mother and feasted from hormone fattened
titties.  Their lipless mouths latched on to a nipple and never let go. 
Occasionally, Rory would yelp when they bit down with gums as hard as
cartilage, to feed.

   I could tell from my daughter's elsewhere expression that at least one
of them was massaging a nipple to access her milk.  My eyes followed the
two tails further down her naked torso.  They were long enough to reach her
knees but rarely did so.  They spent most of their time fucking their
round, stiff tips in and out of their mother's cunt and ass.  They supplied
all the lubrication needed, with sticky, clear slime.

   My daughter shivered and straightened.  She couldn't risk falling over
while cumming.  "Mmmmm.  So goood, Mommy." She was a mommy now, but she
hadn't had to wait thirteen years for her child to fuck her.  They'd been
diving their thick tails in and out of her pussy by their third day of
life.

   I couldn't stand to watch them.  The sight made my pussy tingle.  "How
long was I out?"

   "Four days, but you're okay, Mom.  I managed to get an IV into you, to
keep you fed and hydrated."

   "Why am I so hungry?"

   "Your newborn has been feasting.  It's hard to keep up with your and its
bodily needs."

   I sensed the creature's head, where it was latched onto my right breast,
but it must have been asleep too.

   "Where did you get the medical equipment and IV supplies?"

   "A magical, unlimited credit, Amazon wish list." My daughter closed her
eyes and let her next cum shake her body.  "Uuuunnnnggghhhh!" She mewed. 
"I thought I would tire from their regular stimulation.  You know, grow
bored.  My children adjust their actions enough each time, to make it
special."

   I tried to drive thoughts away from my orgasmically sated daughter. 
Lana deserved every inch of my son's cock, for saving my family from an
insane government conspiracy.  Fuck her good, Jerry.

   Rory spoke after her latest cum faded.  Her face darkened.  "I am
concerned."

   "What about?" I expressed suspicion.

   "Your baby." My daughter set down the cloth and touched the creature
glued to me from chest to thigh.  She stroked it.

   I felt it wake with a tremble.  "Rory!" I whispered in fright.  "Don't
disturb it." Five pounds of white, muscular tail and round head stilled
once more, but it remained awake.

   "But, Mother, it's been four days, and it hasn't, you know," She
whispered.  "Done it."

   "You mean go to the bathroom?" The last thing I wanted my parasite to do
was shit and piss on me.

   "No.  Not that." Rory paused.  "I'm not sure how they eliminate their
waste.  Their metabolisms are incredibly efficient, but I think it may have
something to do with shedding their skin."

   I cringed.  The thought of alien skin made of shit and piss increased my
desire to kill the thing stuck to my body.

   Maybe the thing sensed me recoil.  Perhaps, from insecurity, it's
cartilage like gums clamped down on the nipple its mouth was attached to. I
yelped!  "Rory."

   "Doesn't it feel wonderful?  I can see it." She replied.  "If you look
close you can see your nipple through its lips."

   I couldn't help but stare at the translucent orb attached to my breast.
My eyes found its point of attachement.  My daughter was right, except the
thing didn't have lips proper, only a broken line of skin which had formed
an 'O' around my milk pores.  I felt and saw slightly darker mandibles work
to free milk." It reminded me of when Jerry used to feed.  I felt its
munching sucking and watched it's gums make my nipple squirt nourishing
fluid.

   That was amazing.  It did feel good, but it was just breast feeding. 
Only a seriously sick human would get addicted to that.

   "That's a good little boy or girl." Rory tittered.  "You should give
your new baby a name."

   I was still staring at the creature working milk out of my fat tit.  My
other tit felt much different.  I realized it was full and it hurt.  "Rory,
my other breast..." I lost my words, still so very tired.

   "I'm sorry, Mom.  I'll take care of that." She reached into a drawer in
the nightstand by my bed, where I kept my vibrators.  She took out an
electric breast pump.  "Good thing, you bought lots of batteries," my
sexually mesmerized daughter winked.  When she placed the plastic cup on my
nipple and switched the device on, my breasts sang with sensations,
different ones.  The soft bite of the alien felt like a contralto paired to
the strong, baratone sucking of the mechanical mouth.  I bit my lip. 
"Mmmmm." Hold steady, Francine.  I chided myself.

   The pain in my free breast eased.  Rory took nearly a full cup from it.
In the same time, the creature had sucked nearly as much into it's sperm
shaped body.  "Mom, do you remember how often you had to express your milk,
when you breast fed Jerry?"

   "Every four or six hours, unless I was sleeping.  If I fed my Son each
time I woke there was never a problem.  He had been a wonderful baby,
rarely cried.  He loved his milk, from either boob, usually both, the
greedy little shit.  His love never left me." I felt sad then, that my boy
would never give his love to the inside of my body where I had created him.
All I had to console myself was a sex addict daughter and a white parasitic
organism that portended an ominous future.  I felt slightly sadder when the
thing stopped feeding.

   "Hmmm." Rory murmured again, worried.  She seemed puzzled by my 'child'.
"Are you okay, Baby?" Her hand stroked it from head to tail.  A short, cone
of flesh linked its two segments.  I felt it try to feed again, but after a
few nibbles, it stopped.

   "Rory, stop messing with it."

   "But it's been more than four days." She whined.

   "You keep saying that.  What are you talking about?"

   My daughter ignored me, like a parent who knew better than to argue with
a child.  "Maybe it doesn't know how." She spoke her thought aloud to no
one.

   I lost more strength.  The nutritional IV couldn't keep up with my
child's feeding.  My body strained to refill the milk in my breasts.  If
only I could use my arms, I would escape this nightmare.  If I had to sell
my body on the streets to run away from the home I had made, I would have
tried.  All I could do was shift my hips a little and utter a word or two
every few seconds.

   I watched in horror, as my daughter grasped the end of my parasite's
tail and pulled part of it off of my skin.  I heard and felt a drawn out
slurp from the dozen inches she freed from my leg.

   "How long was Jerry?" Rory asked with a perverse smile.  She knew. 
"Fourteen inches wasn't it?"

   I had never measured it.  Odd that I hadn't, I thought.  Fourteen
sounded a bit optimistic, maybe at it fullest length.

   My daughter continued to lift my creature's tail until she gauged it was
enough.  This caused quite a stir in its owner.  The thing began to shiver.
It's gums clamped down hard on my nipple and didn't let go.  I yelped
louder.  "Rory!  Let it alone!" My breath exhausted.

   "But it needs to learn, or you'll never bond to it." My daughter's
concern was earnest.  She took the end of my creature's fat tail and pushed
it between my legs.

   Before I could recover the strength I'd lost by yelping, she pressed the
sturdy, white tip between my pussy lips.  "No." I opened my mouth but
couldn't say it.  My daughter pressed the tip upon my inner hole, until it
popped inside.  She continued to push inch after inch of the white tentacle
up my cunt until I was full.  "There." She said, half satisfied.

   "T-take it out." I doubt she could hear me.  If she had, she wouldn't
have listened.

   "Okay, Baby, it's up to you." She began petting the creature glued to
her mother's body.  It did ease its tight bite on my nipple.  It shivered
again.  It milked me, for another few seconds.  Then it's tail shifted
inside of me.

   My body's natural reaction followed it's ancient programming.  Moisture
seeped into my cunt, lubricating the invading tentacle.  It's movements
changed.  Instead of shivering, it's tail withdrew, shedding slime as it
left.  I felt it's mouth change shape, as if it too felt something
important.  At that moment it shifted direction and began pushing it's fat,
white length into my body, until it couldn't push any more.

   "That's right, sweetie." Rory cooed.  She hugged her own tentacles and
was soon orgasming from their ministrations.  "Oooohhhh, Mooomma!  Sooon
youuu'll feel this good too!"

   "Please, get it away from me." I begged.

   "Mommy," She stared straight into my eyes.  "You know, Jerry's dead."

   I lost my shit.  My body convulsed from adrenaline rushing to save me. I
suddenly had more than enough strength to bawl my eyes out.  My memory had
been a dream.  During her birthings, Rory had told me wild tales of how my
son had used Lana to protect our family.  In reality, he had chased her
outside and wrestled her gun, but not after taking a bullet.  He managed to
shoot back.  My son died in Caroline's arms, in a hospital.  She promised
to protect us.  She brought whatever medical equipment Rory asked for.

   What was true, from my dream was, the spooks Lana worked for covered up
everything, without verifying their agent's kills.  Jerry's statement had
been enough for them.  Nobody wanted to be seen investigating a house full
of corpses.  They kept the police out, and set up a permanent trust to pay
the property taxes on my house.  As far as they were concerned my home was
a mausoleum.  Only Caroline visited, pretending to place flowers at our
door.  Neighbors were too afraid to trespass a single step upon our
overgrown lawn.

   I kept crying as my new child worked it's sinuous tail in and out of my
increasingly, slime coated cunt.  Memory flashes stirred together feelings
from the white appendage invading my body.  Flash - it was my son, his
massive tool fucking me with all of his love and lust.  Flash - it was a
terrible monster drilling my cuntal depths for purposes unknown but
doubtless sinister.  Flash - Jerry nursed at my breasts as a toddler.  Russ
chided me for spoiling his son with my tits.  Flash - the creature's
serpent length writhed upon my trembling body.  It's orifice kept latched
to my nipple and worked fresh milk from that breast.  Rory climbed into bed
beside me.  "Poor Momma." She knelt and took my free tit into her hands and
she sucked on its nipple.  Flash - I watched Lana emerge from Rory's room
and chase Russ out the door.  Jerry turned to me, "I'll stop her, Mom." He
disappeared.

   My vision cleared and the great white orb latched to one breast filled
one eye.  My daughter's tit sucking attracted my other eye.  The tentacle
inside me raked cunt and clit with every withdraw and plunge.  It fucked
with the delight of a young boy sinking his hard cock into a hot,wet pussy
for the first time.  "My baby!  My love!" I didn't stop crying until my
body was wracked with orgasms.  When one faded, the white prick thrusting
in and out of my body moved differently, bringing me quickly to a new one.
I lay beneath my daughter moaning from her own orgasms and the taste of my
milk, and under a child born strange to me, who raped its mother gently,
efficiently.  It responded to my great sorrow with fresh movements which
fostered sustained joy.  Somehow, it was able to make every cum special.

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