Author's Note: Standard disclaimer applies: this story contains fictional depictions of erotic scenarios, so act accordingly! All characters are at least eighteen, all situations are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to any real-life individuals or situations is entirely coincidental. Copyright Fidget, all rights reserved. Enjoy!

LifeSim: Breeding Expansion Chs. 1-5

by Fidget

Chapter 1

Kenneth was living the suburban dream. He had a happy marriage, got along great with his neighbors, and, aside from the occasional spat with his HOA, loved his neighborhood.

He had many of the qualities of the stereotypical nerd, though he had been more drawn toward the accounting side of things than the computers side. Even so, he still enjoyed the casual computer game from time to time, and simulation games had always been a favorite of his for the deep management mechanics they provided.

So, when he came across a game he'd never heard of called LifeSim on sale one day, it was a no-brainer to give it a try. Once he was on the sale page, he saw that the game had a ton of expansions, all sold separately, of course. He initially intended to just buy the base game, but while scrolling down the list of DLC one particular entry jumped out at him: the Breeding Expansion. He'd enjoyed playing genetic scientist in similar games in the past, so he decided to add the Breeding Expansion to his cart as well, completed his purchase, and began the installation.

A few minutes later the words Welcome to LifeSim: Breeding Expansion! flashed across his screen, alongside an isometric picture of a generic suburban neighborhood. The game that shows you first-hand just how much fun making babies can be. Warning: this is the Breeding Expansion, so all of the women in your neighborhood have been made hyper-fertile for easier breeding.

Kenneth chuckled a bit to himself at the message. It made sense that the women in this expansion would be more likely to get pregnant than in the base game, but he wasn't sure that it was a change that warranted an actual warning.

Either way, he got to work designing his avatar. It was easy enough to create a character with a reasonable approximation of his own features, and then he moved on to selecting character traits for his digital double. Even though it was the Breeding Expansion, Kenneth was still surprised to see just how many characteristics and traits had to do with romance, sex, and reproduction. He decided to go all in on the "romancing" traits to make his character a true ladies' man, checking the boxes for "Super Charisma", "Smooth Talker", "Alluring Voice", "Sensual Touch", "Arousing Musk", "Animal Magnetism", and a few others. There, that should be more than enough to get his lucky avatar all of the action he'd ever want.

Kenneth himself had never been especially popular, and though he'd had his share of girlfriends before meeting his wife Becca, he still had a bit of a fantasy of being one of those super-popular jocks, spreading their wild oats with all the popular girls and cheerleaders.

His avatar would need a much more understanding wife than his own for what he had in mind, so once he was finished making as close an approximation of his cute blonde partner as he could, he gave her the "Likes to Watch" and "Spread the Love" traits so she'd be fine with his avatar having free reign in their neighborhood.

When he finally felt satisfied with himself and his wife, he decided it would take far too long to customize each person in his large subdivision, so he just clicked "Auto-populate neighborhood" instead. After a few minutes of loading screens filled with gameplay tips about how to find an appropriate mate for his avatar and how to plan for children, Kenneth finally got to see his digital neighborhood for the first time, and was surprised to find that it was a remarkably accurate copy of his own. Huh, must use GPS data or something, he thought to himself, making a note to disable any location tracking in the program at some point in the future.

He spent a few minutes doing random chores around the house getting used to the game's controls, grinning a bit as his wife's avatar visibly swooned whenever he walked into a room she was in, complete with little hearts popping up above her head. Not even Becca is safe from my new animal magnetism, he thought smugly to himself. Shortly thereafter, his and his wife's avatars were summoned to a neighbor's house for a party, and after a flirty dress-up session, headed next door.

Kenneth snickered a bit when he saw that his avatar's irresistibly high charisma was making all of the women at the party swoon as well. They had the same hearts above their head when he was near them that his wife did, always laughed at his jokes, and he could see their "Arousal" meters increase each time his character interacted with them. It didn't take long for most of the girls at the party to be turned on enough to initiate "boinkboink", the game's ridiculous euphemism for sex, and Kenneth found that that willingness extended to the married women as well. It is the Breeding Expansion, after all, he thought to himself, trying to choose which of his neighbors his avatar would merge his digital DNA with first.

One brunette that looked surprisingly like his neighbor Linda was working a bit harder for his avatar's affection than the other women, clearly overwhelmed by his charms, but then Kenneth was surprised to see his avatar suddenly accompanying her to her bedroom, entirely without his input. Well, with how hyper-charismatic he'd made his avatar, he could imagine how tempting it must be to have all of those attractive women practically throwing themselves at him, so he couldn't fault his avatar too much for giving in to the temptations of the flesh.

The two immediately began making out as soon as they reached the bedroom, and it wasn't long before they moved on to the bed to consummate their programmed attraction to each other. Kenneth watched with interest as his avatar and the milfy brunette went at it, writhing in pleasure under the sheets in a surprisingly graphic sex scene that left Kenneth feeling a bit aroused by the end of it. He couldn't see any indication that contraception had been an option for either of the characters, and, curious, he clicked Help to see if the game had even included it. All he found there was a simple statement: All forms of birth control have been deactivated in your neighborhood for your pleasure! Enjoy!

Kenneth was distracted from watching his avatar recover from his passionate lovemaking session by his real wife, who had unexpectedly popped her head into his office. She informed him that their next-door neighbors, Linda and Tom, had invited them over for a neighborhood get-together that evening, and that, since they didn't have anything else planned, she'd agreed. Kenneth thought it was a bit odd for a party to be announced on such short notice, but it had been a while since they'd attended any of the neighborhood functions, so he saw no reason not to go.

LifeSim had an auto-save system, so Kenneth quit the game to get ready. He was surprised to see Becca staying in the bedroom with him as he dressed for the party, taking a much more active role than usual in helping him pick out what to wear, and oddly eager to help him out of his clothes as he undressed. The attention and her hands on his body was starting to get him a bit excited, and all the while Becca was giving him very clear indicators that she was feeling friskier than usual, but they had to get moving if they were going to arrive at the party on time, so Kenneth decided to to take a rain check. Both clearly a bit flustered, they hurriedly finished their preparations and headed over.

Linda greeted them at the door, and Kenneth was confused by her eyes widening slightly and her nostrils flaring when she first looked at him. He figured that in his rush out the door he had forgotten to brush his hair or something, but then Linda wrapped him in an uncharacteristic hug, and Kenneth was treated to the pleasant sensation of the brunette mother-of-two's large breasts pressed tightly against his chest. He thought he heard a deep inhalation through her nose as she briefly lay her head on his shoulder, and was glad that he'd remembered to wear deodorant. After holding the hug long enough for Kenneth to familiarize himself a bit more than he had anticipated with the appealing contours of her early 30s body, Linda released him and led the two into the house.

Strangely, Becca didn't seem at all bothered by Linda's odd hug - if anything, she became even more affectionate, clasping herself onto his arm and looking up into his face dreamily. Wow, she's especially frisky tonight, Kenneth thought to himself, eagerly looking forward to the end of the party so he could go home and take full advantage of his wife's amorousness.

Even so, it was good to see everyone again, and he soon found himself surrounded by a group of young women from the neighborhood. He had met all of them before, but they each looked especially attractive tonight with their bright eyes, rosy cheeks, and easy smiles. Kenneth did what any married man did when interacting with members of the opposite sex whom he found attractive; namely, try to subtly appreciate how good they looked without being too obvious about it.

Still, the women weren't making it easy. Each of them seemed to be subtly showing off their bodies' best assets, and so wherever he turned he had to make a conscious effort to avoid staring at an appetizing array of breasts, waists, hips, and thighs, all exuding a feminine sex appeal that began to affect him on an instinctual level. The women in the enviable position of being closest to him even began "accidentally" touching his arm as they continued to inhale his scent, and before long had wrapped themselves around him in a manner that dangerously approached impropriety.

Kenneth also noticed that he himself was also acting ever so slightly out of character, finding himself coming up with an endless supply of witty, slightly suggestive repartee that never ceased to result in flushed cheeks and seductive lip bites. He wasn't sure why he was being so cheesy, or why it was having such good results, but he decided to go along with it as long as everything stayed innocent and all in good fun.

This must be what may avatar in LifeSim feels like everyday! he thought happily, basking in the attention of women of all shapes, sizes, and ages as they hung on his every word, laughing gaily at everything he said while idly playing with their hair. He could no longer deny that every single one of them was flirting with him, and flirting hard, but he also couldn't deny that he was loving it.

His most obvious admirer was definitely Linda. She'd never shown any interest whatsoever in him before tonight, but now she'd maneuvered herself into being the person immediately to his right in his initial circle of women, and, as the hostess of the party, it was easy for her to manufacture situations for them to be alone as the night progressed. Linda was clearly going for the "hot mom" look, keeping herself fit after having her two children while also embracing and displaying her voluptuous maternal curves. It was a look that Kenneth thought worked quite well for her, especially as she kept adjusting her tight blouse lower and lower over the course of the night and upgraded her casual touches to intimate half-hugs, squeezing herself against him while he tried not to enjoy the pleasant tingles that such close contact with her curvy body gave him.

As attracted as he was to the flirty housewife, however, Kenneth nonetheless felt that at some point her touches had crossed the line. No matter how much he was enjoying the attention, he was faithful to his wife, and ultimately extricated himself from Linda's admittedly pleasurable grip.

As he did so, however, he felt a buzz from his pocket. When he went to check his phone, he was surprised to see that he somehow had a notification from LifeSim, which was odd since he'd closed the program before leaving and had never entered his phone number or any other identifying information. Nonetheless, he saw that his avatar had just been assigned the trait "Impulsive Behavior" as a punishment for some reason, which just confused him further. Apparently the game was somehow continuing to run in the background even after he had closed it, and had also figured out how to contact him with gameplay updates. Deciding to deal with it later, Kenneth dismissed the notification and focused his attention back on the party.

The next time Linda flirted with him, however, wrapping herself around his arm once more under the pretense of showing him around the house, pressing her breasts against him as her eyes sparkled seductively with mirth and interest, Kenneth suddenly found himself thinking that maybe there was nothing wrong with enjoying her affections a bit more. Heck, the way all of the women at the party were throwing themselves at him tonight was clearly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, so he should just let himself savor the pleasure he got from it while he could. It wasn't like anything too scandalous could happen in such a crowded environment anyway.

Kenneth was feeling a bit wild himself after all of Linda's advances and began secretly returning her affections, pulling her against him and squeezing her waist as he discreetly explored some of her soft curves. Linda's eyes turned smoky at seeing her interest returned, however, and after a few minutes of escalating inappropriate touches on both of their parts that had them both breathing a bit heavily, Linda grabbed his arm and told him that there was something she wanted to show him back in her bedroom. From the warm flush of arousal on her face, it was perfectly clear what she wanted to show him, but it still somehow seemed to Kenneth that there was nothing wrong with going with her for just a few minutes. He could experience a bit more direct, harmless, uninhibited physical flirtation with Linda, which he could already tell would feel very nice, get it all out of his system, and then still be able to get back to the party before his wife noticed he was gone. Plus, he just really wanted to go with her for some reason, and so he did.

Sure enough, Linda had far more in mind than light flirtation when they got back into her bedroom, and immediately pulled Kenneth into a fiery kiss that sent tingles through his body. He pulled her tight against him and kissed his way down her neck while she mumbled half-hearted excuses for her highly inappropriate behavior.

"Oh god, I don't know what's come over me. I'm never like this," the woman sighed helplessly as her thick nipples hardened through her blouse under his probing hands. "There's just something about you tonight, Kenneth. You're just so charming, and witty and... irresistible." She moaned encouragingly as Kenneth, clearly caught up in his own growing arousal by this point, impulsively unbuttoned the front of her blouse and released the front clasp of her bra, freeing her large tits, heavy from nursing two children, into his eager hands. "It's like your charisma is suddenly through the roof tonight, and I'm just a simple girl, helpless to resist your masculine charms." The stimulation of her sensitive nipples between his fingers was starting to rev her engine back up, however, and she quickly forgot her weak protestations and began to take a much more active and enthusiastic role in the disrobing process.

That final remark struck a bit of a chord within Kenneth, however, just enough to get him to pull away slightly in confusion and unease. "I shouldn't. I should probably get back to Becca," he mumbled, trying to fight against this inexplicable new tendency toward impulsive behavior that he had felt growing within him over the past half hour. That desire to just enjoy himself without considering the consequences had already led to enthusiastically groping his older neighbor's (admittedly glorious) naked breasts, and was now urging him to stay put, keep encouraging Linda's affections, and see where all of this would lead.

His partner in crime, meanwhile, had teased her hand down to his throbbing dick and was squeezing and stroking, which was not exactly making things easier for him as he tried to balance the weight of his concerns with that of the bouncy D-cups in his hands.

"It seems like you want to stay right here," Linda purred, having already resigned herself to her inevitable coupling with her inexplicably desirable neighbor. Kenneth was unable to resist the temptation to explore Linda's willing body a bit more as she deftly unfastened his belt, and soon his seductress had his sensitive cock twitching in her soft hands.

Kenneth felt his impulsiveness building within him again, and this time didn't have the strength to resist. He pushed Linda back onto the bed, and she giggled like a schoolgirl in shy, aroused excitement as she pulled up her skirt and slid her panties down her thighs. Kenneth finally gave in to his desire to thrust himself against her, enjoying the feel of his naked cock sliding across the textured folds of her entrance.

He had intended to enjoy only a bit of direct contact against her skin, maybe some mutually pleasurable dry-humping at most, but Linda discreetly shifted the angle of her hips as he rubbed himself against her, and her pussy enthusiastically welcomed him inside anyway, having already prepared its slick, stimulating embrace for his arrival. Kenneth felt himself sink deeply into her, shocked by just how good her sudden, enveloping slickness felt around his stiff cock. He knew that he was cheating on his wife, and that he should stop, but he really wanted to fuck Linda now that he was inside her, and so that's what he did, sliding out a bit before thrusting himself back in, feeding his arousal as it continued to build. He increased his pace, slamming into her again and again, hypnotized by her large tits as they bounced beneath him with the force of his mindless thrusts.

Linda's slick pussy was designed to tease his cock into cumming inside it, and it did its job well. They both felt Kenneth's body tensing up as his limit approached, and Linda began to beg him to cum inside her, somehow knowing that his orgasm would trigger her own. The look of wanton need on Linda's face was the hottest thing Kenneth had ever seen, and though he knew cumming inside her unprotected like this was a bad idea, her pussy was so warm and welcoming, and felt so good, that it was too easy to just relax and allow the urgent sensations coming from his pelvis to continue for just a little longer. He was caught completely unawares when his dick suddenly tightened inside her, and he felt his balls clench powerfully before he could pull out, sending the first spurt of their contents deep into his milfy neighbor's eagerly waiting reproductive tract.

Linda cried out in pleasure as her core muscles began their own reflexive clenching, causing her silky, textured folds to pull against his cock even more insistently as it pulsed, coaxing him to continue. At this point, however, Kenneth's body needed no further encouragement. He felt Linda's strong legs wrap around his torso, holding him inside, and despite his worries about nutting in his neighbor raw like this, his balls continued their rhythmic contractions nonetheless, ignoring his concerns. His body was intent on thoroughly inseminating this desirable new female, and Kenneth had no choice but to ride out the sensation, instinct not letting him withdraw until his cock had fully finished its addictive spasms inside her, and his cum had thoroughly saturated her fertile womb.

"You're on birth control, right?" he gasped as soon as he'd recovered somewhat from the most powerful orgasm of his life.

"Mmm, not since Tom got his vasectomy," Linda purred as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down into another kiss as he slid his deflating cock out of her. "I almost hope you knocked me up though," she confessed guiltily. "I've never felt so... feminine before. Now that I've got your cum in me like this, I kinda feel like the only possible outcome at this point is for it to work its magic in my baby-maker and, well, force me to make your baby." Her cheeks were bright pink with embarrassment; clearly she was just as surprised by her reaction to the situation as he was, but her infatuation with him wouldn't allow her to lie, or to deny what she really wanted.

"Well, let's hope it doesn't come to that," Kenneth said as clarity began to return. Appalled and embarrassed by his actions, he wanted nothing more than to get back to his own wife now that his cum was leaking out of Tom's.

When they got back to the party, Kenneth was certain that everyone was aware of what had happened, especially with how long he and Linda had been gone and how physical they had been before leaving. Linda wasn't helping either. She'd done a remarkably good job putting herself back together, but she wore the bright red flush of her recent dicking down with clear pride. She settled down into an armchair, popped the legrest to keep her hips elevated, and showered him with beaming smiles for the rest of the night.

If they were aware of his infidelity, nobody else at the party seemed to care, and if anything it only made the other women redouble their efforts. The rest of his night was filled with glittering feminine laughter, plenty of soft skin around him to look at, and enough accidental intimate touches to keep him at half mast practically the entire time, which was surprising after having cum so hard so recently. Even the men, including Tom himself, were clapping him on the back and winking as though they were all at a frat party. Kenneth spent the remainder of the evening in a haze of confusion and arousal, overwhelmed by the sheer unreality of the situation even as his unconscious witty banter and smooth voice continued to weaken knees and moisten panties.

Becca was clearly just as affected by his mysterious new charisma as all of the other women, and though he suspected that she knew exactly what had happened in Linda's bedroom as well, she seemed more affectionate than ever, just like all of the other girls at the party. Once they finally made it home, Becca pulled Kenneth into her own fiery kiss and dragged him to the bedroom, fully intent on continuing where they had left off. She took her time undressing him, and then she was standing with his rock-hard cock in her hand, still slightly damp from a combination of his and Linda's juices, and she told him he could have her any way he liked.

Despite his guilt, this was a pretty rare offer for Becca to make, so Kenneth impulsively took her up on it, requesting a blowjob. If Becca was disappointed that he hadn't asked for intercourse, she didn't show it, and once she was done shivering from the seductive rumble of his voice, she immediately sat him down on the bed, dropped to her knees, and slid his still-glistening member into her mouth without hesitation.

Kenneth was surprised at just how fully he had recovered from his evening "activities"; his dick had quickly come to a full and throbbing erection under his wife's enthusiastic ministrations, clearly ready and eager for more action. He lay back and relaxed as his wife continued her efforts, enjoying the sight of her blonde ponytail bobbing between his legs as his arousal grew, and before long he was cumming for the second time that night, this time between his wife's soft lips.

Mentally and sexually exhausted, Kenneth quickly fell into a deep, satisfied sleep. Next door, the potent seed Kenneth had recklessly ejaculated into Linda was exerting its irresistible influence over her receptive body, which was all too eager to allow his genetic material to mix with hers. Linda slept soundly beside her husband in the meantime, licking her lips while dreaming of her evening fucking another man as her hyper-fertile womb was kindled into life for the third time.

And, finally, Kenneth's LifeSim avatar slept soundly as well in a background process on his work computer, waiting for a new day that would bring all sorts of sexy new possibilities. After all, there were so many fertile women in his neighborhood, all waiting to be bred.

End of Chapter 1

Chapter 2

The next morning Kenneth awoke to the smell of a delicious breakfast, and after making his way down the stairs was surprised to see that his wife's uncharacteristic doting on him had continued as she happily served him in nothing but panties and an apron.

After some coffee and a hearty meal, during which Becca alternated between showing off her body for him as she served him and passively gazing at him with lovestruck eyes as she sighed deeply, the haze of sleep had entirely cleared from Ken's mind, and memories of his adulterous actions from the previous night began to resurface.

He still wasn't sure why it had been so hard to resist his own sexual urges, much less why all of the women at the party had seemed completely infatuated with him, to the point where he knew each and every one of them would have been just as eager for him to fuck them as Linda had been. Ok, maybe not quite as eager as Linda, he thought with a self-conscious smile as he walked back to his office, remembering just how shameless and wanton her behavior had been, and how she'd said she hoped his cumming inside her had gotten her pregnant.

In hindsight it was pretty obvious, if also ridiculous, that the situation and the way the women had acted had perfectly mirrored the behavior of the female NPCs in his LifeSim neighborhood. It had to be a coincidence, but even so he couldn't ignore the fact that the party last night had been unrealistically sudden and had gone exactly as the party in the game had, including him banging the busty brunette host of the party whose avatar looked just like Linda...

Kenneth dropped into his desk chair and woke up his computer. It showed his usual desktop background, but when he checked the system tray he saw that the game had continued to run after he'd closed it the previous night, just as he'd expected from the odd text he'd received, and that his avatar was sitting in its desk chair as well, in an office that looked strikingly like his, and everything just clicked.

It was real. It had to be. Somehow the game had made him irresistible in real life, and the poor women the previous night had been completely unable to resist his artificial sex appeal. It was the only reasonable explanation for their behavior, not to mention Becca's, especially after all of the flirting, and cheating, Ken had done at the party last night.

Linda! He quickly moused over to his neighbor's house, where the avatar that was now very clearly Linda was sleeping in after a long, sexually satisfying night. He clicked on her character and looked at her stats. Sure enough, she was still infatuated with him, and according to the game had been successfully impregnated. He still held out some hope that perhaps the real-world Linda wouldn't be pregnant, but with how much real life had started to reflect LifeSim, it wasn't looking good. Ken recalled the warning at the beginning of the game, about how all of the women in his neighborhood had been made hyper-fertile for his enjoyment.

He desperately tried to find a way to edit her stats, to get rid of her pregnancy and infatuation, but as expected there wasn't an undo button that he could find. Once one of the women in his neighborhood had been given a trait, it seemed to be permanent.

He moused back over to himself. Ken now understood why Linda hadn't been able to resist her urge to breed with him, but why had he felt so tempted to cheat on his wife and impregnate Linda last night? He checked his own stats again. All of the hyper-seductive traits were still there, but there was also a new one, Impulsive Behavior. Suddenly he remembered what the odd text he'd gotten the previous night had said and how closely it corresponded to his sudden irresponsible decision to go along with Linda's flirtations, and another piece of the puzzle fell into place.

Because he had bought the Breeding Expansion version of LifeSim, the game seemed entirely focused on putting him in situations where he could mate with very willing women, and if he tried to ignore his instincts, the game was also fully prepared to punish him with traits that would make it harder for him to resist his urge to breed. He had known how good it would feel to mate with Linda, and so thanks to his new trait he had impulsively done so, and now she was pregnant.

Still, he couldn't help but recall that Linda making him cum inside her like that had felt just as good as he'd known it would, and even now he felt the urge to visit some of his attractive, helplessly smitten neighbors growing within him, where he could let himself sink into their magnetic, intoxicating femininity, fully aware what would result.

Realizing the danger that he and the rest of the neighborhood were now in, Kenneth tried to force-quit the program out of desperation, but found that he didn't have authorization to do so, even as Admin. He decided to go with the nuclear option and unplugged his power cord, watching in satisfaction as his monitor flashed briefly and went dark.

A second later, however, Ken received a notification on his phone that LifeSim would continue to run remotely until his PC had been restarted, and he sighed with resignation. It seemed clear he wasn't going to find an external solution to this seductive new problem. He restarted his computer and soon his digital avatar had turned around to wave at him from its digital desk chair once more before getting back to work. Kenneth rolled his eyes before getting to work himself, trying to find an option to undo some of the mess he had inadvertently made.

As expected, he found that he couldn't remove any traits from himself either - only add them. He impulsively clicked the box for "Hypnotic Cum" while he was scrolling through the list of traits, but managed to come to his senses and deselect the box before his eager finger could click "Apply". This was going to be more dangerous than he thought, especially since he only seemed to be able to make changes to himself and others that were more likely to lead to impregnation.

As he was digging into his "Happiness" statistics, however, he discovered that accumulating happiness points through performing activities related to his avatar's "Life Goal" would periodically unlock new options, such as adding special traits to himself, changing his Life Goal, and even allowing him to remove traits he didn't like, one at a time. His avatar's current Life Goal was "Financial Stability", which made sense given his current career and life situation. This option only seemed to be available for his avatar, though, probably because he was the one playing the game. Still, it at least gave him something to strive for: he just had to accumulate enough happiness points to get rid of his Impulsive Behavior trait, and he'd be in a much better position to resist the hordes of hot women in his neighborhood practically begging him to impregnate them.

Fine, I just won't have sex with anyone else then, no matter how much they flirt with me, he thought to himself. He knew that the damage had probably already been done when it came to Linda, but from now on he'd make sure that Becca was the only woman he allowed himself to fuck. Hell, with how infatuated his sexy young wife was with him now, he knew she'd be more than willing to let him have her any way he wanted.

Still, he knew that his impulsiveness could easily get him into trouble, so he went back into the options menu and disabled "Community Events", hoping that would prevent himself from being coerced into attending any more parties where he could be tempted to indulge in the alluring feminine attention his charisma would bring.

As soon as he closed the options menu, however, he noticed a pop-up indicating that his avatar had been given another punishment. He groaned to himself, realizing that disabling Community Events had been recognized for what it was, an attempt to avoid opportunities to breed, and so he had been saddled with another negative trait. This time he was surprised to see that the game had changed his Life Goal instead, entirely without his permission or input. "Financial Stability" had been replaced with "Boinkboink", and already Kenneth could tell that he felt ever so slightly down after having gone all morning without making any progress toward having sex with someone.

It was remarkable how drastic and immediate the change had been, but he couldn't deny the way he felt. Kenneth couldn't explain it, but he knew deep down that working and investing wisely no longer gave him the the same primal satisfaction it had just minutes before, even though he hadn't realized it at the time. It was still important to him, of course, but he could tell that it was no longer the driving force behind his happiness. Instead, the thought of pursuing and having sex with attractive women suddenly seemed even more appealing than it had before, filling him with a sense of deep-seated happiness and purpose that now formed the core of his being whether he wanted it to or not.

Without even meaning to, Ken's idle thoughts had begun to focus on all of the ways he could be getting his rocks off right now, especially with the effect he had on women, and the thought of taking a break from figuring out LifeSim to go downstairs and fuck his entirely willing wife began to seem more and more attractive.

Only now did Kenneth realize the brilliant trap the game had sprung on him. He had to keep playing so he could get enough happiness points to alter his traits, but now that the game had tied boinkboink to his happiness, he couldn't earn points without pursuing sex in some way. And not only that, but sex was now tied to his own real-life happiness as well, such that he'd feel more and more depressed the longer he went without it.

Even so, Ken knew that no matter how it negatively affected him, his newfound need for sex was artificial, and he was determined to resist it. He accepted that changing his traits would likely be impossible as a result, but that was just something he'd have to live with for the sake of everyone else in the neighborhood.

While he was contemplating, he heard a tinny, digital doorbell sound and noticed that his avatar had gone to the front door of its house, where a young blonde woman was standing with what looked like a textbook. As soon as his avatar opened the door, the blonde immediately got the small hearts over her head that indicated that she'd fallen under his avatar's influence just as the women at the party had the night before. Becca's avatar, also with hearts above her head, since she was just as affected by LifeSim as every other woman, of course, happily invited the girl inside, and watched intently as Ken's avatar and the young woman made their way to their spare bedroom, where the besotted girl was soon getting a lively digital pounding. Kenneth was surprised to see his digital wife hiding outside the door, clearly masturbating as she listened to her husband boinkboinking another woman in the next room.

Just then, Kenneth heard his own doorbell ring, startling him out of his growing arousal at watching his digital self engage in the reproductive behavior that was now the core of his own identity. He recalled how fabricated the sudden party the night before had seemed, and realized that something similar was likely going on now as well. But that made no sense, especially since he'd turned off Community Events and had even taken a penalty personality trait as a result! Oh well, it was too late now. He had to make sure he got rid of whoever was at the door quickly before he did something else he'd regret.

Kelly hadn't been at the party last night because she'd been too busy studying for her Calculus mid-term. The twenty-year-old blonde co-ed's mom, however, had gone to the party, and had quickly fallen under Kenneth's spell just like all the other women. And so, when she'd arrived home still tingling with her own infatuation, and her daughter had complained about how confusing Calculus was, she had been quick to suggest Kenneth down the street as the perfect person to tutor her. Maybe this will mean I'll see him around a bit more myself, the smitten middle-aged mom had thought to herself, not realizing that her attractive daughter's fertile young body would have exactly the same reaction to Kenneth's irresistible charisma that hers had.

And so here Kelly was, her petite, athletic frame self-consciously knocking at Kenneth's door to ask him if he'd help her prep for her exam, completely unaware that her hyper-fertile body was primed and ready for impregnation due to LifeSim's effects.

As soon as he opened the door for her, Kelly was startled by just how attractive the late 20s accountant was. Her nostrils flared as she inhaled sharply in surprise, and then Kenneth's musk hit her like a truck, making her head spin and her knees go weak with arousal.

Ken watched the attractive coed's transformation, helplessly feeling his own arousal growing as the petite blonde's pupils dilated and her cheeks flushed with that familiar combination of physical desire and emotional infatuation. He knew she'd been taken entirely unawares, and that there was no way she'd be able to resist the draw of his masculine body at this point. Hopefully he'd be able to resist hers.

"H-hi, Mr. um, Kenneth?" Kelly stammered, awed to be in the presence of the most desirable man she'd ever seen, but unable to resist her urge to spend some... intimate time with him nonetheless, and growing bolder with each passing second. "I'm Kelly, and I've been looking for a tutor for calculus. Anyway, after the party last night my mom said I should come meet you. And now that I'm here, I can definitely see why," she purred with a flirty smile, cocking a hip to one side as she played with a long strand of hair by her ear.

This isn't fair, game! Kenneth thought angrily to himself, certain that LifeSim had somehow set up this little interaction, especially after having already seen these exact events play out on his monitor just a few minutes before. He decided to send Kelly away nonetheless, immediately feeling unhappier as a result due to the stupid new trait the game had given him. He knew, both from what had already happened in the game and from the girl's clear infatuation and arousal, that this conversation would 100% lead to a chance to have sex with her, and so his happiness points had nosedived at his decision not to pursue his new Life Goal of engaging in boinkboink whenever possible.

Still, he was willing to put up with a bit of depression to save this innocent young college student from her artificially-induced willingness to mate with him. He could see that she had already fallen hopelessly under the spell of his charisma, and that she wouldn't be able to resist letting him impregnate her if he wanted to. So, he fought against his impulsive desire for her body and his sudden deep sadness, and prepared to turn her away anyway.

Before he could say anything, however, his wife stuck her head out the door to greet the incredibly attractive, visibly aroused young woman her husband was talking to. "Oh hi Kelly! Yes, Kenny really is just the best," she gushed, having quickly grown to enjoy her own sudden infatuation for her husband. "Come on in! You two can use the spare bedroom as a study room!"

"Thanks so much! Mr. Kenny, this is going to be so much fun!" Kelly squealed as she bounded into the entryway and wrapped her arms around him, holding the hug for far too long as she buried her nose into his chest and deeply breathed in his scent. Her exhalations quickly became even more ragged and Kenneth could feel her getting weak in the knees. Not a good sign. It got even worse when she began rubbing her pert breasts against his torso and pressing her dangerously hyper-fertile midsection against his stiffening crotch. He still knew that he should get rid of her for both of their sakes, but he also couldn't deny how good her body felt against his, or how happy it had made him when his wife had invited her in. He impulsively decided that a half hour of flirting while he taught her some calculus couldn't hurt, trying to ignore the giddy happiness filling his body as getting his dick wet became more and more likely.

"Ok you two, have fun and stay safe!" Becca called as the attractive college junior practically hung off the arm of her virile husband as they walked back toward the spare bedroom. Becca didn't know how she'd gotten so lucky with Kenneth, but she knew that she'd do anything to make him happy. Especially if making him happy involves the bedroom, she thought to herself as her own knees began to get a bit weak. She'd been fully aware of her husband's sexual desire for the sporty young hottie, of course, and had known what the couple would inevitably get up to in the spare bedroom even before she had invited Kelly in, especially with the way the sexy co-ed had been instinctively rubbing herself against her husband and the clear enjoyment he was getting from the attention, but she wanted her amazing husband to fully enjoy himself with her nonetheless, no matter what happened.

That wasn't all though, Becca suddenly realized. She was surprised to find that the thought of Kenneth being with other women was starting to turn her on, and that she now seemed all too eager to spread the love around.

And so she snuck over to the door of the guest bedroom, listening for any hint of what was going on inside as her hand snaked down between her legs to tease at her own tingly sex. God the thought of Ken fucking that sexy young piece of ass was just so fucking hot! Becca couldn't recall a condom being in the spare bedroom, and she found herself wondering if Kenneth would just let himself knock the horny young slut up instead. Somehow this just turned her on all the more, and Becca found it increasingly difficult to keep herself quiet as she began to hear soft, feminine moans through the bedroom door.

Ken wasn't entirely sure what the program or his charisma had done to his wife, but with her apparent tacit approval (or at least ignorance) of his actions by inviting Kelly in, he had no longer had the strength to resist the lure of Kelly's body. He tried to ignore the fact that he was practically bursting with happiness as he led her back to the spare bedroom, all the while trying to convince himself that this was all innocent, just as he had the night before with Linda.

Once they made it to the bedroom Kenneth made a show of sitting at the side table and trying to help her study, but from the way his eager young partner was soon rubbing her body against his once again, it quickly became clear that the only thing she was interesting in studying for the moment was anatomy. And human reproduction, Ken thought ruefully, knowing full well what the ultimate result of her naive affections would be. By this point her nubile body was in his lap, and his hands were exploring and squeezing her supple curves as high pitched moans of helpless encouragement escaped her pouty lips. The enthusiastic, youthful femininity felt so different from the bouncy, squeezable maturity of Kenneth's milfy brunette the night before, but Kelly's tight, toned body was no less appealing to his augmented mating urges than Linda's had been.

Her mouth was hungry on his, but they were both keen to move things along as quickly as possible, her due to her irresistible, unquenchable lust for his charismatic masculinity, and him due to his powerful need to slide himself into this sexy, willing female. And so they briefly stood and redirected their dry-humping toward the bed, where Kenneth soon found himself on top of her, feeling his fully erect cock rubbing delightfully against her mound of Venus through their thin clothes. The cute blonde pulled her pink shorts and panties down to mid-thigh while Kenneth freed his eager phallus, and then he was overcome with a renewed feeling of deep, intense satisfaction as he pressed himself against her slick lips while she arched her back in need and bliss, offering her small breasts to her lover without hesitation as her tiny nipples pressed through her shirt, hard and pointy with arousal.

Whereas Linda's pussy had welcomed him in, gently wrapping and stroking him as he slid inside, Kelly's put up significantly more resistance initially, almost as though it knew what penetration would inevitably mean for her fertile, vulnerable body. Though her entrance was tight enough to resist his initial thrusts, the copious lubrication from her incredible arousal proved to be her undoing, and they both gasped at the intensity of the sensation as Kenneth's thick cockhead finally squeezed past her entrance and into her soft, wet depths. He took a second to appreciate the novel sensations of the college girl's pussy, so different from Linda's or even his wife's, but just as stimulating nonetheless. Kelly's was less the soft and welcoming type he'd felt the night before with Linda, the type that encouraged him to leisurely spend his time and ultimately himself inside, but instead was tight and intense, incentivizing him to stroke himself to a quick, earth-shattering release in her compelling, textured grip.

By this point Kenneth was fully aware that boinkboink would likely lead to inevitable pregnancy in this new world that LifeSim had created for him, but now that he was inside the athletic young blonde's stimulating reproductive tract, he suddenly felt so happy that he just couldn't stop fucking her. He knew this was entirely due to his new trait, of course, but even so, he couldn't fight against the sheer joy he felt washing over him at repeatedly squeezing himself into the hottie's pussy over and over again, and, just as he had felt buried up to the hilt in Linda the night before, he quickly felt that pleasurable tightness building at the base of his shaft, signaling that soon he wouldn't be able to prevent his body from flooding hers with his baby juice.

This time, however, there was the added problem of his artificial euphoria as he did the deed, greatly enhancing his partner's already considerable sex appeal as she begged for him not to stop, still unaware of LifeSim's power over her as her hyper-fertile body continued its evolutionary call to his. Nonetheless, her seductive voice pulled at something inevitable deep within Kenneth as he felt himself edging closer and closer to his limit, and he continued to impulsively squeeze himself into the tight embrace of his willing partner over and over again. He felt a bit happier and a bit more satisfied each time he did so, but his dick also felt a bit stiffer each time as well, and all too soon he felt his own irresistible urge washing over him as his cock began its final, involuntary tightening, as if in warning of what could no longer be stopped.

Ken knew he should pull out, knew what her susceptible feminine body would do with his genetic information under LifeSim's influence, but, thanks to his new trait, the thought of cumming inside Kelly filled him with such happiness that he could only relax and savor the sensation of the pressure suddenly becoming unbearable, of his cock stiffening of its own volition, entirely beyond his control as her athletic body continued to bounce furiously beneath him, stimulating him as much as she could. And then he felt the tight friction of her slick pussy finally trigger that first powerful, involuntary jerk, helpless to prevent his body from sending the first thick spurt of his potent semen deep into her artificially enhanced reproductive tract.

Ken still knew that he should pull out, that hopefully the first burst of his orgasm hadn't impregnated her, but his artificial and real happiness mingled and peaked as his balls pulsed, and he latched onto the idea that it was probably too late anyway. Instead, he just continued to mindlessly pump away into that irresistible, silky tunnel between his partner's toned thighs, his jizz reflexively draining into her vulnerable body as she moaned beneath him in bliss, until their combined juices finally overflowed and pooled on the sheets as his DNA pooled inside her and combined with hers. Everything had felt too right, her petite body had felt too good squeezing his cock to stop, and as his balls' contractions finally began to slow, he knew that this time it was too late. When he next checked her status on LifeSim, Kelly's avatar would inevitably say "Pregnant", just as Linda's had.

Kelly was entirely unaware of how the game had manipulated her feelings and body, of course, and as far as she knew her irresistible attraction to Kenneth, along with her decision to have unprotected sex with him, to let him cum inside her, had been entirely natural. None of that mattered now, of course. She hadn't been able to resist her urge to offer her tight young body up for her sudden crush's pleasure, just as any other lucky woman in her position would have, and had thoroughly enjoyed the sensation of his straining cock squeezing into her tight pussy until she triggered his orgasm. Now, of course, his seed was safely inside her turbocharged reproductive system, fertilizing her body, preparing to make her breasts swell with milk as her body swelled with his child.

She'd loved every second of it, and she'd counted herself lucky that such a perfect, charismatic specimen of masculinity had lost control inside her. It hadn't even occurred to her to use a condom, and even if it had, it would have seemed insulting. And so she had let him ride her raw, teased him into cumming deep inside her unprotected pussy, and if he knocked her up, well, so much the better!

The new lovers cuddled for a minute after their passionate tryst before the petite blond stood up to slide on her panties and small shorts once more, which quickly darkened between her legs as his semen continued to ooze out of her delighted pussy. He helped her dress, accepted a shy peck on the cheek, and led her back to the front door. Kelly didn't fully understand it, but she somehow knew that she'd gotten exactly what she had come here for.

Ken's two neighbors now had something in common despite the differences in their age and lifestyle - namely his genetic material hard at work in each of their bodies, fusing with theirs and starting them both on the long path of pregnancy. And Kenneth knew that if he wasn't careful, if he couldn't keep a better handle on his new sexual urges, more would be joining them shortly.

Chapter 3

Kelly left with a blissful smile on her pretty face, having learned nothing about calculus but plenty about human reproduction.

Becca was nowhere to be found, so Kenneth had gone back to his office to try to deal with LifeSim once again, though it was a bit hard to focus with visceral, intoxicating feelings of happiness and satisfaction pulsing through his body at having successfully fucked yet another of his sexy neighbors. He tried to be mad at himself for what he'd done, to feel guilty for how he'd cheated on Becca yet again, but he was ultimately powerless to make himself feel anything other than a deep sense of personal success at having pursued his new life goal.

As much as he hated the feeling, artificial or not, there was nothing he could do to shake it; the only change in his mood that he could detect was his growing, ever-present desire to have sex again. Already?? he asked himself with a mix of resignation and reluctant excitement as his thoughts turned to all of the other women just meters away from his front door, his mind unconsciously weighing variables like how far away they lived, how attractive they were, who was most likely to be home alone...

It occurred to Kenneth that his thought process was eerily similar to the way he used to automatically sift through investment opportunities and stock prices back when Financial Independence had been his life goal, though these seemed dull in comparison now that the game had made him obsessed with having as much sex as possible. Of course, the same attention to detail that had made him a successful accountant would likely carry over into his new extra-curricular interests as well, and would mean that it was now second-nature for him to unconsciously orchestrate opportunities to be alone with smitten women. Not good. Even worse, acting on these opportunities would feel perfectly natural, almost reflexive even, so he had to be careful to exercise constant vigilance even at home. If he allowed himself to relax too much, to get too comfortable, it was all but inevitable that he'd find himself across the street, knocking on Kelly's door to ask her milfy mom if she could spare a cup of double entendre.

This was especially the case when taking into account his uncharacteristic new impulsiveness. Thinking back on his actions over the past 24 hours gave Kenneth an odd feeling of unreality, since until yesterday he had never had an impulsive bone in his body. Once he was alone with Linda and Kelly and the opportunity for sex had presented itself, however, he'd immediately given in to temptation and inseminated both of them almost without hesitation. Feeling his cock pumping inside their sexy bodies had felt fantastic, of course, but in hindsight it almost felt as though he were remembering someone else's pleasure, since his actions were so at odds with his perception of himself. Either way, even though Kenneth felt perfectly normal now, he had to assume that he could no longer trust himself when put in situations that appealed to his id.

So, having recognized that his current inclination to pop across the street and pay a friendly, platonic visit to Kelly's mom was due to LifeSim's insidious influence, Kenneth painstakingly reined in his libido and turned his attention back to the program and the problem at hand. Immediately he felt himself becoming... deflated, almost depressed even, the sort of feeling he'd have experienced in his prior life if one of his investments were down for the week.

This was clearly more of the program messing with his mind, of course. His new boinkboink life goal apparently meant that not only would he automatically seek out sex to earn happiness points from successful intercourse, impregnating more and more women in the process, but also that acting contrary to that life goal, for example by taking precautions to decrease his chances of being in a position to have sex, would result in depression proportional to those efforts.

And that was the conundrum, wasn't it. He needed to accumulate enough happiness points to change his traits, and the only way to do so was to have as much sex as possible. But now every sex act would inevitably result in pregnancy, so he couldn't have sex. But that meant his happiness points would drop, making him more and more miserable, and he'd never be able to rid himself of the traits that were causing him to want to breed his neighbors so badly in the first place.

By this point Kenneth had spent so much time digging through the game's menus that he'd forgotten that LifeSim's gameplay was always running, and he was startled out of his reverie when he finally noticed the tinny sounds of boinkboink that had been playing through his computer speakers for the past few minutes. He closed the menu, only to be greeted with the sight of his perpetually horny avatar writhing under the sheets with yet another infatuated female partner, and he was equal parts horrified and eager as he watched the digital duo do their dirty dance.

Does this mean that I'm now fated to impregnate this poor woman too, whoever she is? he wondered. So far, every time he'd his avatar had boinkboinked someone he'd inevitably found himself screwing them in the real world as well, though the sample size was very small at only two. If true, however, it meant that LifeSim had immense implications for the existence of free will that went far beyond the relatively tiny problems he and his neighborhood were currently facing.

Even so, Kenneth found that he wasn't really interested in those implications at the moment, and was much more invested in discovering which lucky lady his avatar was coupling with. Finally the pair went motionless under the sheets for a few intense seconds as high-pitched moans of release filtered through the speakers, and then the spent lovers slid out from under the covers.

Kenneth gaped. The satisfied female avatar lying next to his with the "Pregnant" icon now flashing prominently above her head was none other than his wife Becca!

Of course! Kenneth slapped his forehead in relieved annoyance, feeling foolish for not hitting on the obvious solution sooner. His new obsession with sex must be affecting his judgment more than he thought. I am married, aren't I? I can just fuck Becca over and over again until my happiness gets high enough to remove my other traits.

To the game, his wife would be just another fertile female he should be fucking, and sure enough Kenneth felt just as happy at the thought of boinkboink with her as he felt about the other women in the neighborhood. Plus, he and Becca already planned to have kids eventually.

Still, as her loving husband, Kenneth couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed that this was the only solution to his problem. He had wanted their decision to get pregnant to be one that they planned together, not one forced on them by a malevolent video game, and he knew that if he had sex with his beautiful wife in her current hyper-fertile state, she'd fall pregnant just as easily as any of the other affected women. He needed only look at the screen in front of him to see those fears confirmed.

Then again, he hadn't consulted Linda or Kelly before he impregnated them either, and he had still done so without a problem. Or even really meaning to, he thought, smiling absent-mindedly to himself, still full of artificial satisfaction at how good it had felt to ejaculate inside the two willing women. And with him sharing the same bed with an infatuated Becca every night for the foreseeable future, sex with her was already practically guaranteed anyway, so, planned or not, fucking Becca nonstop for the next few weeks was clearly the optimal solution to the neighborhood's looming overpopulation problem.

Kenneth briefly found himself wondering about the causal implications of what had just happened. He hadn't thought of his solution until he'd seen his avatar boinkboinking Becca, but that just raised the question of why his avatar had specifically chosen Becca this time in the first place. Did his avatar somehow come to the same realization that he had? If so, where had his avatar gotten the idea? Or was he just overthinking things, and he would have inevitably had sex with Becca today anyway, so his solution had only been happenstance? Kenneth knew that he should probably spend some more time exploring these questions, if only to better anticipate and counter the game's manipulations in the future, but by this point he really wanted to have sex again, and every minute he spent woolgathering about philosophy was a minute he wasn't spending balls deep in his wife earning happiness points.

His decision made, Kenneth went in search of Becca, who for some reason was just coming out of their bedroom, face flushed and breathing heavily. He momentarily wondered why she was so out of breath, but the flush of color in her pretty cheeks was beginning to turn him on, and once her face had glazed over with its usual mix of lust and worshipful adoration, his curiosity had been washed away by his desire for her body.

"Hey honey?" Kenneth rumbled in his enhanced baritone as he walked over and wrapped his arms around his wife's slim waist, pulling her torso against his.

"Yes dear?" Becca responded huskily as she molded herself against her husband's body, sniffing at his appealing musk, willing to do whatever he wanted, but secretly hoping that what he wanted was sex. She couldn't believe her luck that this slab of irresistible masculinity was all hers. Well, mostly hers at least, but it wasn't like she could begrudge a virile, hot-blooded man like Kenny a few innocent dalliances.

"I really wanna fuck your brains out right now. Are you ready?" he asked, trying to resist her intoxicating femininity for the few seconds that it would take for her to respond as his dick swelled against her abdomen. He somehow knew that she perfectly understood the real implications of his question, and he also knew what her response would be now that she was under LifeSim's influence. Still, it was important to him to hear that she wanted this just as much as he did.

"I'm more than ready," she responded, showing him the bedroom eyes that had never failed to bring his dick to attention even before LifeSim. She took his hand, turned, and walked purposefully back into the room, and Kenneth helplessly followed her swaying hips to their marital bed.

In seconds they were naked and he was on top of her, inflamed with desire and fully prepared to slide inside as she moaned encouragingly beneath him, but then Kenneth remembered the condoms they had in the nightstand, and, with herculean effort, merely stroked himself against her slick mound for a few seconds as he considered them.

While the program had made him want sex, it hadn't said that the sex had to be unprotected, and it seemed to him that he'd be just as happy with a condom on as long as he were thrusting away to completion inside someone. But would a condom even work? The program had said that "all forms of birth control have been deactivated", and a condom was certainly a form of birth control, but it somehow seemed unlikely that the game could change the physical properties of latex. And, if his sperm were trapped inside a condom, it was hard to see how they could impregnate Becca. Still, the game had shown his wife's avatar as pregnant, so did that mean she'd somehow get knocked up regardless of what he did? He should probably ask at the very least.

"Do you want me to put on a condom?" His strokes against her slick vulva were getting more insistent even as he said it, and he knew that he didn't have much time. He could already feel his impulsiveness growing, tempting him to just say "fuck it" and plunge himself into her regardless of the consequences, especially since that's exactly what Becca would want him to do in her current state.

For her part, Becca knew that she should say yes, that they weren't ready for an accident to happen, but for the past few days her physical desire for Kenneth had become oddly visceral, almost animalistic, orders of magnitude stronger than any other sexual attraction she had ever experienced. Becca had immediately understood why Linda and Kelly had been so willing to risk unprotected sex with Kenny - what girl wouldn't jump at the chance to ride this impossibly attractive man bareback, and, once he was inside, what girl could resist her instinct to push him just a bit too far, to suddenly lock her legs around him and force him to finish inside her?

Becca felt that very same instinct burning within herself, that need to feel her femininity engulfing him, sheathing his sensitive skin in her slick caresses until he did what came naturally and marked her as his own. Even if Kenny weren't her husband, Becca already knew that her answer would have been the same; just like Linda and Kelly, Becca would have shamelessly thrown herself at this man, married or not, and would have counted herself lucky if she'd gotten herself knocked up in the process. Kenneth's newfound sex appeal was just too overwhelming.

"I know that I should, but I don't want to," Becca finally answered, staring deeply into her husband's eyes as she helplessly rubbed herself against his delicious body. "I want to feel every millimeter of you inside me, skin to skin." She teased her slippery entrance against his probing cockhead, intently watching the shift in Kenneth's expression as his carnal urges overcame him.

No longer able to hold himself back, Kenneth stopped delaying the inevitable and smoothly slid his naked cock into her silky tunnel, both of them gasping at the unexpected pleasure of the direct sexual contact, finally free of the desensitizing interference - and the contraceptive protection - of their condoms. He bottomed out deep inside his wife's fertile reproductive tract and sat there soaking for a second, enjoying the sensation, flooded with amplified happiness at having successfully initiated coitus.

"Plus," Becca continued unexpectedly as he twitched inside her, "after watching you last night with Linda and just now with Kelly, it seems like you've needed to get your rocks off more than usual recently." She smirked up at him, enjoying the shocked look on his face at having been found out. "And I'm going to make sure you get what you need," she continued breathily, shifting her hips to slide him out of her, knowing that he would take charge and plunge himself back in. Her man needed to get his rocks off, after all.

Wait, Becca knew about Linda and Kelly and didn't say anything?? Why did it suddenly seem like his wife was ok with him cheating on her? Kenneth knew they needed to talk about this, but it felt so much nicer to just cup his wife's firm breasts in his hands and squeeze his cock back inside her tight slit instead, feeding his arousal even further. Becca sighed blissfully and continued:

"Not to mention that it didn't seem like you were using protection with our naughty neighbors either, so I don't even know if I'll be the first mistake you make this week." She winked mischievously up at him as he stared down in horror, but his instinctive thrusting continued to pick up the pace nonetheless. "And as much as it turns me on to see you spreading the love like that, it's making me want some of that risky creampie action for myself."

At hearing the phrase "spreading the love", alarm bells had begun going off in the back of Kenneth's head. His arousal-addled mind tried to think back to the first changes he had made with the program what felt like months ago even though it had only been the day before. He was almost positive that he remembered giving his wife the trait "spread the love", thinking that it would help his avatar get more action without making Becca's avatar mad. Well, the setting had behaved exactly as he'd hoped, though he obviously hadn't expected to benefit from that trait in the real world as well.

The true significance of Becca's words began to sink in as he continued to sink himself into her, and he felt his new life goal exerting its influence over his aroused mind as he considered the exciting implications of this unexpected turn of events. Most of Kenneth's resistance to his new desire for boinkboink had come from his reluctance to cheat on Becca, but now he realized that not only would Becca not get mad, but she actively wanted him to do it, and was even turned on by it! Becca had essentially given him a free ticket to fuck anyone he wanted, anytime he wanted. He still planned to resist for the sakes of the other women in the neighborhood, of course, but it was much harder to do so when those same gorgeous women were practically begging him to impregnate them.

Either way, he could (and would) think about other women later. Becca's reaction to his infidelity was entirely due to the traits he had given her avatar, and while he knew that he should be ashamed of himself for changing his wife like this, right now the thought of her getting turned on watching him fuck other women was causing an insistent tightness to start building in his overstimulated shaft, and suddenly all he could think about was pursuing meaning and happiness between his wife's spread legs.

Becca recognized the familiar signs of her husband's impending orgasm and quickly wrapped her legs around his back, pulling him as far inside herself as possible while her infatuated mind pummeled her with the idea that she couldn't pass up this opportunity, that her Kenny was the perfect man to cum inside her like this, that she needed him to do it as deep as possible so that his semen could work its magic on her fertile body.

"Come on, Kenny baby, that's it! Fill me up! I want you to do it! Make me yours!"

Her words sent shivers down his spine, driving him past the point of no return as she trapped his stiffening cock deep within the slick, stimulating folds of her vagina. This time, however, Kenneth allowed himself to fully embrace the sensation of his rising orgasm, and the feeling of those glorious first few spurts deep into his lovestruck wife's unprotected honeypot made him almost delirious with happiness.

"Mmmm, does that feel good?" Becca purred, staring hungrily up at him as she finally felt his cock begin to jerk and shudder deep inside her. She watched with pride as Kenny's face contorted with ecstasy, infinitely pleased with herself for giving this wonderful man such pleasure. All the while she could feel her womb filling with more and more of his warm, gooey baby batter with each pulse. "Does it feel good to fill me up with your cum?"

Kenneth could only moan helplessly in agreement, trying to press himself even further into her tight canal as his dick continued pumping his genetic material into her, adding Becca to the growing list of women thoroughly fertilized by his seed.

Afterward Kenneth fell back onto the bed, exhausted but significantly happier, once again filled with that damnable impression that he was somehow fulfilling his purpose in life. He knew that it was all bullshit, that the game was making him feel this way, but he still couldn't help the way he felt, or prevent a giant smile from spreading itself across his features from the sheer joy of having emptied his balls as he slowly drifted off to sleep.

Becca lay beside him, watching the blissful smile on her beloved husband's face, her own cheeks warm with the satisfied glow of the thorough fucking he had given her. She basked in a feeling of primal feminine fulfillment as she lay there, tracing her fingers over her trim stomach, imagining herself succumbing to Kenny's potent sperm inside her and swelling with his child.

Every woman should feel like this, she found herself thinking. She knew it was ridiculous, that Kenny needed to be careful about his conquests or the entire neighborhood would soon be filled with swelling bellies. Still, for some reason that she couldn't explain, the idea appealed to her. It made her oozing pussy tingle like it had when she'd seen Kenneth with Linda and Kelly. Becca had never had any reason to believe that she was the type of girl who'd enjoy sharing her man with other women, but she couldn't deny how much it had inexplicably turned her on to secretly watch as Kenneth rawdogged Kelly this afternoon. Hell, she wanted him to keep spreading the love around the neighborhood, if only so she could keep getting off on it.

Becca slipped two fingers back down into the mingled juices between her thighs as the thought came back, even stronger this time.

Kenny should make every woman feel like this. And I should be there to watch.

Chapter 4

The next day was Sunday, and so Kenneth spent a lazy yet productive day at home banging his hot wife.

Sure enough, he felt happier and more fulfilled each time he spent himself inside her, and reveled in the fact that he'd outsmarted the game and would soon be free of his accumulated punishments.

Kenneth was careful not to go outside for any reason, and was happy to discover that he was never once tempted to seek out and impregnate any of his neighbors so long as he was able to have sex with Becca whenever he felt the urge, which was pretty much constantly.

And so all throughout the day he watched his LifeSim happiness meter rise in leaps and bounds, getting closer and closer to his first lifetime happiness goal. Things were certainly looking up.

That night before bed Kenneth decided to spend some more time with LifeSim, checking his progress and making sure he hadn't missed any useful settings that could help get him out of his predicament. He was glad to see that his happiness points were already almost high enough to add or remove a minor trait; by this time tomorrow he should be thinking much more clearly.

Kenneth had already decided to remove his "Impulsiveness" trait first, for two reasons. First, even though his boinkboink life goal would still make him want to fuck all of his neighbors, removing his impulsiveness would make it much easier to resist their feminine wiles. They were infatuated with him, after all, not the other way around, and while he had boosted all of his stats related to charm and sex appeal, and the game had reduced his refractory period and made him constantly want sex through his new life goal, the actual strength of his own sexual attraction was still at default. It's just that whenever he was alone with an attractive woman his desire for sex would trigger his impulsive behavior, and he'd lose the ability to resist his normal reproductive desires. So, getting rid of his impulsiveness had to be the first step.

Second, changing a life goal cost an order of magnitude more happiness points than changing a minor trait, and he definitely didn't want to be stuck with his impulsiveness and his desire for sex until he could change his life goal. Plus, his impulsiveness had made him impregnate Linda before the game had changed his life goal in the first place, so "Impulsiveness" was clearly the more dangerous of the two. His boinkboink life goal would still be in effect, but once he regained his ability to make rational decisions in the presence of attractive women the next day, it should be easy enough to just keep fucking Becca until he earned enough happiness points to change his life goal back.

Now that he had decided on a gameplan, Kenneth briefly clicked into both Kelly and Becca's submenus to confirm that they were in fact pregnant, and he also noted that Becca did have the "Spread the Love" trait that meant she would get off on him having sex with other women. Still, with no real reason to fuck anyone else now that he had decided to only bang Becca, Kenneth should be fine there too. Becca might start to feel a bit disheartened about this decision, and would probably try to set him up with other women at some point, but once his impulsiveness was gone he should easily be able to resist their combined advances. Becca would just have to put up with her sexual frustration until he could find a way to return her to normal.

Kenneth was taking one last look around the interface as Becca's exhausted but satisfied avatar went to bed in the background, when he suddenly noticed a small button in the top right corner of the GUI that looked like an arrow pointing to the right. He hovered his cursor over it to see what it would do.

This option causes some effects and character-states to skip ahead by predetermined intervals, instantly "fast-forwarding" those effects in the relevant avatars. Note that no actual time will be lost for the avatars in question, and that the resulting effects and character-states will seem natural to all non-Player-Character avatars.

What on earth does that mean? Kenneth wondered to himself. Did that mean that traits like his "Impulsiveness" and Becca's "Spread the Love" were just temporary, and could therefore be sped up or skipped? Or did traits not count as "effects" or "character-states"?

Either way, the game did specify that no time would be lost (What a horrible possibility!), and the potential benefits seemed to outweigh any possible downsides that he could think of. So, Kenneth impulsively clicked the button once, wondering as he did so whether that snap decision too had been due to his trait, or if it was just the expected outcome of his normal decision-making process. He concluded that it was impossible to know either way, and now that the button was pushed, it ultimately didn't matter.

Kenneth looked back at his stats submenu. Nothing seemed different - all of his own traits and goals were still in effect, and his happiness meter hadn't changed at all. Becca was still asleep under the covers with her new pregnancy symbol flashing over her head. Maybe the setting just affected parameters that aren't currently enabled in anyone's avatars.

He finally decided to go to bed, having had enough of the troublesome program for one night. He quietly entered the bedroom and slid underneath the covers, not wanting to disturb Becca's sleep. She seemed to be taking up a bit more of the bed than usual, but Kenneth just chalked that up to exhaustion from the day's relentless sexual escapades.

He woke up to the sound of his alarm going off at 6am, as usual. Today was Monday, and that meant he had to go to work. He slowly rolled over toward Becca, trying to clear the bleariness from his eyes. As his vision sharpened, however, he was shocked to find Becca's abdomen looking much larger than usual. He briefly worried that something was wrong, that she was injured somehow, but then he finally realized that it looked exactly like she was at least six months pregnant!

"Becca, you're pregnant!"

Becca was already in the process of waking up when his outburst startled her into full awareness. She turned to face him with a bemused, sleepy smile. "Yes, honey. Enough unprotected sex tends to do that to a girl."

"But how??"

"Well, you see Kenny, when a man and a woman love each other very much, and the man offers the woman a condom but she foolishly turns him down and then he fills her up with cum nine times in 24 hours, eventually all of those sperm will find an egg and knock her up." She rubbed her protruding belly, her eyes sparkling with playful adoration as she teased him.

Kenneth noticed that his wife's beautiful features had grown fuller and chubbier with her pregnancy, giving her a lovely feminine glow. He hadn't wanted this to be the way they got pregnant, but now that Becca was, he couldn't deny that it was kind of nice to see her this way, and that it certainly looked good on her. But how had it happened? He tried to force his sleepy brain to work, to think through the haze of satisfying sexual activity that constituted his past twenty-four hours.

That "Skip" feature! Of course! Again the game had thrown him a curveball. Instead of fast-forwarding their traits, it had just fast-forwarded Becca's pregnancy. That must be what the game meant by "character-states". In hindsight it made perfect sense, and if he had been able to think through the button's potential effects a bit more, he doubted this would have happened. Either way, it was too late now - Becca was not only six months pregnant, but she also seemed to think that her condition was entirely normal, just as the game had said she would.

Oh no. If "Skip" had made Becca six months pregnant, that meant that Linda and Kelly probably would be too...

When he headed out to his car at 7:30, the early-risers of the neighborhood were already bustling. He saw Linda on the porch next door with her typical gaggle of 30-something housewives, chatting and giggling as she rubbed her visibly pregnant belly. He noted that Kelly's mom, Allison, was among them, looking somewhat smug herself. None of the women acted as though Linda's sudden pregnancy were anything out of the ordinary.

As soon as she saw him emerge, Linda made excuses to her friends and hurried over to the fence, where Kenneth met her sheepishly as the desperate housewives craned their necks and tittered in the background. Pregnancy suited Linda's milfy body perfectly as well - she'd already gone through having two kids, so this new bulge in her abdomen nicely complemented her widened birthing hips and heavy breasts. Kenneth noticed that her breasts in particular were even larger than they had been before, having grown soft and swollen as her familiar pregnancy hormones continued to work their way through her system for a third time. Linda had a similar glow to Becca, just more homely and maternal, and she looked so happy and natural and feminine that Kenneth couldn't help but feel that it was kinda nice to see her like this as well. It had certainly felt nice to make her like this, anyway.

Though she was already pregnant with his child, his married neighbor was still just as susceptible to his irresistible charm as ever, and she made sure to shamelessly flirt with him as he tried not to stare at the growing belly that was the result of his impulsive indiscretion three nights prior, back before he had discovered the effect the game was having on all of them. And Kenneth still wanted to fuck her too, of course, which just added to his discomfort at the situation.

Linda, on the other hand, was perfectly comfortable stoking their obvious sexual tension, and after chatting with her for a bit, it also became clear that she seemed to have no problem whatsoever cuckolding her husband. The way she described his reaction to her pregnancy was more than a little unexpected: even though the man had had a vasectomy years earlier after their two older children, he still seemed to fully believe that the child was his. He certainly didn't suspect his impossibly charismatic next door neighbor, the one who suddenly had all of the women in the neighborhood throwing themselves at him for some reason. Nah, Kenneth was a good guy, and even if he had somehow accidentally fucked his wife, he was just so damn personable that he wasn't sure how much it mattered. Or at least that's the way Linda told it, and she seemed perfectly happy to preserve the status quo.

Kenneth extricated himself from the plumped-up, besotted milf as soon as he could, and she toddled back over to her friends who waved and made eyes at him as he walked out to his car. Kenneth found himself absent-mindedly wondering which of the willing women would be the next to find herself swelling alongside Linda. Probably none of them, thankfully, he concluded, reining in his wandering thoughts yet again. Once he earned his first reward that evening, the unplanned impregnations would stop at the three unlucky casualties who had already been knocked up.

Just as he reached his car, however, he saw Kelly coming out of her house across the street, book bag thrown over her shoulder as she headed off to community college. The "Skip" function had clearly affected the plucky student as well; Kelly's thin, athletic frame wasn't suited to pregnancy like Linda's and Becca's were, but that didn't seem to matter to LifeSim, and sure enough the poor girl's belly was awkwardly swelling with his progeny nonetheless.

She was still just as happy to see him as Linda had been, of course, and her cute dance of joy as she ran over to give him a hug around her distended abdomen filled Kenneth with shame at what he had done to her.

Kelly, however, was clearly thrilled at her young, fertile body's reaction to the sperm Kenneth had carelessly spurted into her unprotected womb two days before. In addition to her new baby bump, she had also noticed that her small breasts had begun swelling and darkening as they yielded to the unfamiliar new hormones flooding through her. Intentional or not, after the reckless ecstasy of their coupling the cute little sophomore's genes had successfully mingled with those of her promiscuous older mate, and now the petite twenty-year-old had to prepare to carry and nourish this unique combination of their DNA that had implanted itself in her uterus.

In the meantime, all Kenneth could do was watch as the girl's newly impregnated body obeyed its evolutionary programming and slowly filled out into mature mommy curves. It occurred to him that, as slender as Kelly's figure was now, it would likely soon come to resemble that of her more voluptuous mother on the porch next door, who was doubtless dizzy with arousal herself as she vicariously watched the erstwhile lovers' awkward hug.

Allison had been the one to expose her daughter to Kenneth's charms in the first place, after all, effectively sacrificing her only daughter on the off chance that it would somehow lead to an opportunity for Allison to get him in the sack herself. Kelly had of course immediately fallen for the irresistible stud, and Allison had been stuck at home while her innocent but suddenly very willing daughter had enthusiastically gotten herself bred. Allison was happy for Kelly, but she was still stuck watching their embrace from a distance, and could only imagine how it would feel to have Kenneth's arms locked around her torso, to feel her own wide hips gyrating to the rhythm of Kenneth's coital dance.

"Hi Mr. Kenneth! Wow, uh, I guess you really did it to me, huh?" Kelly said cheerfully, beaming up at him as she caressed the ungainly bulge protruding from her otherwise trim torso. "I thought I was on the pill, but it looks like it didn't work for some reason, and then when you came in me the other day you really knocked me up good. Oh, not that I mind of course! It felt super nice having you inside me like that, Mr. Kenneth, and I'm sooo lucky and thankful that you chose me to ... Oh, hi Mrs. Anderson!" Kelly blurted as Becca suddenly appeared behind Kenneth, the poor embarrassed girl subtly making an effort to distance her suspiciously swollen self from her partner in adultery.

"Oh honey, I know it's Kenneth's. Don't worry - he put a bun in my oven too!" Becca smiled as she walked over to the shamefaced girl so she could rub both of their bulging bellies in solidarity. "Our Kenny has been spreading the love around the neighborhood a bit, it seems, so it's only natural that some of us would get knocked up eventually."

Kenneth noted that, as expected, his wife seemed completely unsurprised and unbothered at seeing other women pregnant with his offspring. If anything Becca seemed a bit turned on by it all, judging from her slightly flushed face, but that could just be the pregnancy.

The two future moms quickly bonded and the conversation turned to genders and decorations, so Kenneth, still quite uncomfortable with the whole thing and not at all ready to face the consequences of his actions, excused himself saying that he was late for work. The girls didn't seem miffed, probably because of how charming they found him, and so Kenneth kissed his wife goodbye on the cheek as he tried to ignore the persistent sensation of unreality he got from seeing her heavily pregnant with their first child.

As he got in the car, Kenneth was thankful to note that at least the game was telling the truth about the women not losing any time. They didn't look six months older; they just looked six months pregnant, and moreover they all seemed to be perfectly happy with that fact.

His thoughts turned to work as he drove past the neighborhood co-op grocer, terrified at the prospect of being near the women in his office without Becca present to take the edge off his endless desire for intercourse.

Just at that moment, however, he passed through the entrance to his neighborhood and experienced a sudden, odd sense of emptiness as, for the first time in days, his thoughts weren’t obsessively dwelling on sex.

His phone buzzed in his pocket and he risked checking the screen as he drove. Now leaving play area. LifeSim will still run while you're away, and will be here waiting when you get back!

Oddly ominous, under the circumstances, but oh god, Kenneth was finally free. It was only temporary, of course, but for a few precious hours he was free of the constant need to fuck, free of the stress of trying to resist impregnating his sexy neighbors. Kenneth's shoulders sagged as a weight he hadn't realized he was carrying was suddenly lifted off. It was like waking up from a dream.

He was still mortified at what he had done to Linda and Kelly, of course, but that somehow seemed like another life now that he was outside his neighborhood, and he could deal with the consequences of that life once he got home. Kenneth had never looked forward to a day filled with boring spreadsheets so much in his entire career.

Thankfully, once he arrived at work the delightful tedium of his endless corporate drudgery continued as usual, with no sign of the constant excitement of unrestrained sexual tension that now characterized his private life. Kenneth smiled as he said good morning to his department’s receptionist, relishing both his own lack of inclination to act on his slight sexual desire for the pretty young blonde, and her absence of any indication that she found him anything other than boring, much less sexually irresistible.

His morning proceeded much the same way; he spent most of his time blissfully alone at his desk, and the few meetings he had were as uneventful as he could have hoped. Kenneth went to lunch with some acquaintances from the office, pleased that the men weren’t deferring to him as some sort of pinnacle of masculine popularity, and even more relieved to see the two women from his department continuing to treat him in their usual cool, professional manner.

That afternoon some of his happiness began to wear off as he realized he’d have to return home in just a few short hours. He had considered his situation on and off throughout the day, racking his brain for any potential solution to his neighborhood’s dilemma now that his thoughts were clear of LifeSim’s influence.

Unfortunately, there didn’t seem to be much he could do. When he tried to search for information about the game online, he was surprised to find that there was no mention of it anywhere, even on the site he had bought it from, and it wasn’t present in the store or in his purchases. He checked his credit card statement for the charge, but it was nowhere to be seen there either; the money he had spent on the game had apparently been erased from existence, and it hurt his bookkeeper soul to no end to know that his personal accounts would never perfectly balance again.

Once he gave up trying to find information about the game, he turned his attention to trying to get outside help with his predicament. But who could he tell? Who would believe him? Any government agency he tried to get in touch with would immediately dismiss his incredible story as a prank. He briefly considered trying to contact a medium or a witch or something, but decided that LifeSim seemed more technological than magic, or at least that was his working hypothesis for the moment.

As such, Kenneth decided to look for someone who could remove the program from his phone and computer. It was clear that the only ones who could potentially help him were people outside the sphere of the program’s influence, people who didn’t have an avatar to be affected, and that led him to consider Isabel, a friend of his who had worked as a database engineer in his company’s IT department for over 10 years. If anyone he knew could help him with his predicament, she could.

And so, five minutes later, Kenneth found himself at Isabel’s desk, trying to figure out just what to tell her about his problem. In the meantime, he continued to appreciate his conspicuous lack of sexual attraction to his pear-shaped Latina coworker.

Ultimately, he decided to just wing it.

“Hey Isabel, do you know anything about video games?”

“Oh, hey Kenneth! Yes, actually. I’ve done some game dev work on and off over the years, but nothing too major. What’s up?”

How to put this delicately? “Oh, I started playing a new neighborhood simulation game, but it’s been behaving really oddly, and it somehow installed itself on my phone too. It refuses to force quit on either device, and it seems to hide itself on my phone as soon as I leave my neighborhood.”

“That doesn’t sound like any game behavior I’ve ever heard of - are you sure you didn’t just download some sort of virus that just called itself a game?”

Kenneth grimaced inwardly. While he was pretty sure LifeSim wasn't technically a computer virus, he couldn’t deny that it had infected him with a chronic need to breed which immediately spread to any woman who came in contact with him in his neighborhood. He eventually responded that, while it may ultimately turn out to be a virus of some sort, it definitely behaved like a sadistic game, and that it had turned out to be much more realistic than he’d expected.

Isabel asked for his phone and fiddled with it for a few minutes, but couldn’t find any trace of a game hiding itself. She did happen to notice a heart-laden text from Kenneth’s wife telling him how much she couldn’t wait for him to get home, along with a picture of a very pregnant belly. That was strange - Kenneth hadn’t mentioned anything about Becca being pregnant, and it was the sort of thing he would have told her as soon as he knew.

She finally handed him back his phone and asked him to tell her a bit more about the game.

“It’s… kinda hard to describe,” Kenneth responded evasively. “Would you be willing to pop over to my house after work to look at my computer - I can give you some more info on the way.”

“Uh, sure, I guess. I don’t really have anything I have to do this evening. I’ll meet you at your car at 5.”

The rest of the afternoon flew by, and before Kenneth knew it he was in the car with Isabel headed back toward his house, his dread increasing with every mile as he came closer and closer to falling under LifeSim’s influence again. On the way, as promised, Kenneth fully came clean and told Isabel everything that happened since he had bought the game the previous Friday afternoon, from breeding Linda at the party on Friday, to knocking up Kelly and his wife on Saturday, to accidentally making them all six months pregnant Sunday night. He ended with his plan to reverse his first punishment that evening and his hopes that Isabel could find a way to just uninstall the game entirely in the meantime.

Isabel sat and listened to him calmly and quietly, not saying a word until he had finished his entire outlandish story.

"Kenneth, I’ve known you a long time, and you're one of the most level-headed people I know, so while I obviously don't believe you, I do believe that you think that what you're saying is the truth. If it were anyone else, I’d say this all sounds like a really perverted way to ask for a threesome with your pregnant wife. But, since I trust you, I’ll agree to go to your house and see what's on your computer if you promise to tell Becca what you’ve just told me afterward so we can go get you some help.”

"That seems more than fair."

As they neared Kenneth’s house, he spent his final few lucid moments trying to prepare Isabel for the craziness she’d probably see once she was in the neighborhood.

"Ok, we're almost there. I'll probably start acting really strangely once we get inside, but I need you to just ignore me and anything weird happening around me and just figure out how to get the game off my computer as quickly as possible."

He braced himself to try to resist LifeSim’s effects, but, as expected, there was nothing to resist: sex was now simply the foremost concern on his mind, whether he wanted it to be or not, and Kenneth felt a familiar tenuousness around the edges of his psyche that told him he could no longer fully control his baser impulses. At least he had Isabel with him to keep him grounded, the only sane person in LifeSim’s madhouse.

Unexpectedly, however, the suddenly sexually appealing Latina spoke up from the passenger seat in a quiet, oddly breathy voice.

"Kenneth, I, um, I think I believe you now."

He looked over in surprise, and was horrified to discover that not only did the bottom-heavy Latina’s feminine curves suddenly seem mouth-watering to his sex-obsessed mind, but that her dreamy brown eyes had become large and liquid, her cute little nose was flaring so she could take in as much of his hypnotic musk as possible, and her seductive cheeks were flushed with what could only be a dangerous amount of arousal.

Chapter 5

"Oh wow, it really does make you charismatic." Isabel almost whimpered as she squeezed her thick thighs together in unexpected pleasure. "I wasn't prepared for that!" The musk suddenly permeating the car threatened to have her soaking her panties in seconds. "You, uh, did a really good job making yourself irresistible," Isabel said, blushing as she tucked a strand of dark brown hair behind her ear.

Kenneth felt himself getting dangerously turned on at her reaction and display of clear sexual interest. So much for Isabel being the levelheaded one. "This was a mistake. We should leave now before it's too late," he said, preparing to turn the car around.

"No, no, I'm fine," she sighed dreamily, still looking up at him with a charmed smile as the powerful thrum of his voice swept over her, leaving her crotch awash in tingles. Even his voice is sexier! "I can control it - I just wasn't expecting it, that's all. I can still help. I guess one upside is that I definitely want to do whatever I can to help you out now," she said, grinning at him but still blushing fiercely. Kenneth was so painfully masculine that she could barely stand to look at him, but it was even more impossible to look away.

"Anyway, like I said, I definitely believe you now," she repeated, shaking her head to try to clear it of her sudden, overwhelming physical attraction to her coworker. Her crush refused to go away, however, especially with how close they were to each other in the confines of the car. "I can't deny that it's affecting me," Isabel continued unnecessarily in a voice filled with quiet amazement, seemingly more to herself than to him in the face of the unreality of her situation. The dumpy, straightlaced nerd from accounting seemed so virile, so desirable all of a sudden, and Isabel could feel her body responding, urging her to act on those desires.

She realized she was arching her back, showing off her small B-cups as her attraction subconsciously compelled her to flirt with him. And why shouldn’t she? Isabel wanted Kenneth to look at her, to see her feminine body practically humming with pent-up sexual desire so he’d know she had become receptive to his advances. Isabel knew how dangerous this train of thought was, especially with what Kenneth had told her about his own sexual desire under the influence of the program, but she wanted to do it anyway, and couldn’t quite seem to make herself stop.

Kenneth watched, fascinated, as his coworker tried to fight her new infatuation with him. Even though Isabel was aware of what was happening to her, her involuntary physiological responses to being in his presence were so powerful that she literally couldn’t stop herself from advertising her growing sexual receptiveness.

For his part, Kenneth’s eyes greedily devoured the pleasant mounds jutting from her chest, and his lizard brain eagerly noted the arousal and eagerness of this new potential mate, whether he consciously wanted to or not. Looking over at her, feeling the way his gaze focused on the healthy sheen of her hair, the taper of her waist from her small breasts down to her wide thighs, Kenneth knew it was impossible for their relationship to remain platonic while they were in here. It was such an odd feeling - one moment he was perfectly normal and in control of himself sitting next to a coworker he viewed almost as a sister, and the next he was being bombarded with a relentless, deep-seated urge to pursue sexual intercourse with her, a desire he knew Isabel was now feeling just as strongly as he was, if not even moreso.

And, now that they were both under LifeSim’s influence, it was all the more likely that their hormones would run out of control and they’d do something they’d regret later. Kenneth knew that he should still just turn around and leave before he ruined his friend's life just as he had Linda and Kelly’s, but he really did need to get rid of LifeSim, and he couldn’t deny how good it felt to have a helplessly infatuated woman so close to him again after his long day at work, so he impulsively decided to stick it out. Watching Isabel get turned on just by being in his presence was incredibly addicting though, so he’d have to make sure he was extra careful not to accidentally cum inside her like he had the other women, especially now that his irresistible charisma was making Isabel’s curvy body crave sex with him just like theirs had.

Isabel finally spoke up again in her meek, bemused voice. "You said the women are ‘hyper-fertile’ in here, right?" Kenneth nodded. "Well, now that I’m being affected too," she began, her cheeks still bright red at the new, R-rated thoughts rushing through her head as she continued to gaze rapturously at Kenneth. "Do you think it's made me... y'know, fertile?" Isabel tried to ignore the flutter in her stomach as she said the words, glancing down at her soft torso and wondering if the game had really manipulated her body as easily as it had manipulated her mind. She fought a tingle of anticipation growing between her legs at the knowledge that Kenneth was following both her look and her thought process.

Her abdomen still looked and felt normal, but that didn't mean that whatever crazy virus Kenneth had on his computer hadn't turned the innocent little pussy she was hiding under her clothing into a turbocharged breeding machine without her knowledge or consent. Isabel was hit with a feeling of incredible vulnerability at the thought of the dangerous power that Kenneth's cock likely now wielded over her pregnable body and captivated mind; even so, however, she was surprised at how much she wanted it in her pussy anyway, at how her artificial infatuation with Kenneth was making her willing to do anything she could to give him pleasure, even (or, increasingly, “especially”) if that pleasure would more than likely cause his cock to flood her womb with his warm baby goo.

"It made the other women fertile, as you’ll probably see when we get home, but I, uh, I don't know if it affected you like that too," Kenneth lied, completely certain that LifeSim had, in fact, made Isabel just as fertile as the other women he’d knocked up. He tried to ignore the faraway look on her face as she fantasized about the lump forming in his pants from his hardening member. "We probably shouldn't think about it too much."

Kenneth tried to take his own advice and not to think about how a video game had made one of his female coworkers infatuated with him, all while making her body highly susceptible to his semen, just like all of the other women in the neighborhood, and how it had made giving in to his urge to fill them with that semen the literal goal of his life. Instead, he focused on the fact that he could have sex with Becca again as soon as he got home, which succeeded somewhat in taking the edge off his need.

"You’re probably right," Isabel said, also trying to think about anything other than her overpowering desire for her coworker's cock, and the fact that if she gave in to the temptation and let herself act on her feelings, she would almost definitely be impregnated. But would that be so bad? she was horrified to hear herself think in a moment of appealing, instinctive femininity before forcing the thought out of her head as they finally pulled into Kenneth’s driveway.

"Hi Kenny!" Kelly and Linda both chimed in unison as they chatted by Linda’s mailbox, and the significance of their matching bumps was immediately and emphatically apparent to Isabel in her current condition as she got out of the car.

"Your handiwork, I assume?" she asked, giving him an accusatory look that she didn't really feel as Kenneth sheepishly waved back. To her infatuated mind it seemed only natural that a virile male like Kenneth would want to spread his seed as widely as possible, and that any woman would instinctively want those high value genes for themselves. It was no wonder that these two had allowed themselves to be impregnated, and Isabel couldn’t help but feel a bit envious toward them for having succeeded in doing so. It worried her how appealing the idea of carrying Kenneth’s child felt all of a sudden, so she quickly changed the subject to distract herself. "How long has this been going on again?"

"Only over the weekend. I mentioned that there's a fast-forward button that seems to make pregnancies jump ahead without actually elapsing any time."

“Oh yeah.” That was nonsense. This whole situation was nonsense. Still, Isabel couldn’t deny her own feelings and behavior, and now she also had the evidence of the other women of the neighborhood staring rapturously at Kenneth from their porches. She drifted a bit closer to him as they walked up the path to his front door, as though her body were magnetically attracted to his instead of merely sexually, until she was finally rewarded with the sensation of the naked skin of her arm brushing against him, and a tingle of electric arousal flew between the two coworkers at the touch. Kenneth showed no reaction to what she’d done, but he also didn’t make her pull away.

Isabel noted how the other women eyed her with jealousy, and tried not to feel lucky as they reached the door, still awash with the addicting feeling of her arm touching his. There’s nothing to feel lucky about - I’m just here to fix a friend’s computer.

As they entered the house the pair was greeted by Becca, whom Isabel recognized from company events over the years. Isabel noted Becca’s abdomen swelling as well, confirming the text she had seen earlier, and she was once more made aware of the severity of the danger she was in. Honestly though, it didn’t feel like danger so much as an opportunity to get Kenneth alone so he could finally bury his cock in her needy pussy.

"Oh, Kenny, you've brought a visitor! Hi Isabel, it’s so good to see you again! You look positively radiant!" the very pregnant Becca gushed happily.

"Hi Becca! I'm just here to look at Kenneth’s computer," Isabel responded in what she hoped was an innocent voice.

"Oh, I’m sure, dear," Becca said reassuringly. She rubbed her protruding stomach as she gave the two uncomfortably aroused coworkers a wink, drawing attention to the obvious reproductive tension hanging thickly between them. "Have a good time!"

Isabel tried to ignore how simultaneously ominous and exciting that sounded. She was suddenly very aware of her body, of just how turned on she was; it made her want to do very unwise things with Kenneth. She drifted even closer as they walked to the office, this time feeling her torso brush against his, and then she felt his arm wrap around her hips, grabbing her waist and abruptly pulling her close, almost possessively. She felt herself go weak in the knees, and had to be half-dragged into the room.

As soon as the door to Kenneth’s office was safely closed behind them, the horny couple immediately pressed their bodies tightly against one another, and their lips met in a reckless, unwise kiss.

Sparks flew in Isabel’s mind as she melted against this irresistibly sexy man, and she could feel her legs spreading as her body opened to his, already fully willing to let him do whatever he wanted with her now that she could finally feel Kenneth’s cock twitching against her torso through his pants.

Just then, however, with a gargantuan effort, Kenneth pulled his face away from hers.

“I should show you the computer,” he muttered gruffly.

“You could, or you could show me something else,” Isabel responded breathlessly, still lost in the sensations running through her body from their kiss and fully swept up in her desire to go further as his voice pounded and thrummed through her. She had already begun instinctively thrusting her hips against his, her mind free of all thought except her need to have sex with this man, her vagina fully lubricated and her egg waiting eagerly deep inside her womb for fertilization. “I’m ready.”

Kenneth had only been able to hold himself back this long by lying to himself, taking advantage of his impulsiveness by forcing himself to think that this was all a waste of his time, that every second spent here engaging in boring foreplay with tech support was a second that he wasn’t actively balls deep in his wife, as he’d intended. He tore his gaze away from his coworker even as she quivered with arousal before him.

"I should leave." He needed to have sex, right now, and he firmly told himself that the only way he could do that was to go find Becca.

"No, don't leave! ...Ok, maybe you should leave." Isabel moaned in horny, confused anguish. "I just don't know anymore! I know my feelings are being manipulated, and that I can't trust them, but I really don't want you to go! But it's for all of the wrong reasons, and if you stay here we’ll… I’ll…" She sighed as she stood next to him, still burning with unfulfilled desire as she looked up into his dreamy face. If he made a move, she knew that she wouldn't be able to resist. Hopefully he would just kiss her again and that would be that.

Instead, Kenneth practically flew out of the room, his heavy footsteps making the floor reverberate as he searched for his wife. He found her in the bedroom, gasping with need as she fucked herself with a vibrator. Unable to spare enough attention to be take aback by the unexpected sight, he ripped his pants off, yanked the vibrator out of his wife’s glistening cunt, and slammed himself up to the hilt as his heavily pregnant wife moaned encouragingly, and he was immediately rewarded with that familiar sensation of happiness and purpose at finally having sex once more.

Now that his sensitive cock was wrapped in pussy Kenneth had completely forgotten about Isabel’s existence, but the same could not be said of her. She had seated herself in front of his computer, trying to focus through the considerable distraction of her still-burning arousal as she began to familiarize herself with LifeSim. Isabel had no choice but to do as Kenneth had asked, driven by her need to please him, but try as she might she couldn’t ignore the sounds of Kenneth's deep, satisfied grunts reverberating through her body from the next room, and listening to Becca's high-pitched squeaks and sighs of sexual bliss soon drove her to stick a hand down her slacks and start stroking herself as she explored the game’s interface.

As she stimulated her needy little nub, however, she slowly found herself forgetting about working on the program as she succumbed more and more to the vicarious pleasure of watching Kenneth and Becca’s avatars writhe under the sheets in the bedroom of Kenneth’s digital house, all the while imagining that her low-poly avatar was getting fucked instead.

Kenneth was just so much more desirable than she had ever thought that anyone could possibly be, and even though she knew her feelings weren’t her own, that they were solely due to the game's influence over her, that hadn’t made it any easier to resist when she’d thrown herself at him just minutes before. As soon as Isabel had first felt the program’s wonderful effects on her body, it was a foregone conclusion that she’d let Kenneth do whatever he wanted to her. At this point it was just a matter of time.

Isabel completely understood why the other women had given in so fast and been so easily impregnated - any girl not aware that their overwhelming new feelings were artificial would see no reason whatsoever not to coax Kenneth into filling her with cum as soon as possible. Heck, Isabel was aware, and she had still been unable to resist the urge.

As she jilled herself while watching the avatar of her coworker fuck his pregnant wife on the screen in front of her, she noticed how his happiness was slowly increasing, coming ever closer to the end of the bar above his head. It struck her how unfair it was that only Kenneth could accumulate happiness points toward changing his traits and life goals - as strange as it was to think about, Isabel was now just an NPC in someone else's game, able to be modified at will and helpless to resist the effects of that modification, with no recourse whatsoever. Kenneth had made his avatar irresistible to the NPC women in his neighborhood, and so, now that Isabel was a woman in his neighborhood, she couldn’t help but be obsessed with having sex with him. There was nothing she could do.

How much she wanted to feel Kenneth’s hard cock sliding between her thighs wasn’t actually the problem, of course; his sexy, throbbing meatrod was perfectly safe in a vacuum. The problem was the two large, virile testicles dangling innocuously between his legs that were directly connected to that erect, eager phallus. Isabel imagined them practically sloshing with the potent semen they were constantly producing, ensuring that sex with Kenneth would inevitably fertilize his endless supply of willing mates. And Isabel was feeling very willing at the moment.

Why does sex have to be tied to reproduction? she lamented. Why wasn’t Kenneth’s tasty cock just a solid dildo of throbbing muscle that she could use to take the edge off her constant, inescapable attraction to him? Why did that tempting dick have to come with a hollow shaft that would directly connect those heavy balls to the depths of her womb? She needed to bring Kenneth to a sexy, satisfying orgasm deep inside her, but she knew that she couldn’t do that without also causing cum to gush through his cock, and that would drown her receptive, impressionable egg in a welcome sea of compelling male genetic information.

For that matter, why couldn’t she just be a sterile cocksleeve for Kenneth? Why did her flirty little vagina have to be so damn fertile? Why couldn’t she just enjoy the feeling of his sexy cum flooding into her from his big, manly balls, filling her up to the brim with the essence of his masculinity, without that semen invariably kindling her womb into life?

After all, Isabel’s desires really had nothing to do with reproduction (ok, she confessed to herself, that’s not quite true, but still), so why did that have to be the unavoidable outcome? Isabel should be allowed to have some innocent, meaningless sexual fun with her coworker if she wanted to - sure it was a bit awkward socially, but it shouldn't have permanent, life-changing consequences! And the more pressing issue: why weren’t those consequences more worrisome to her? Why was the thought of getting bred by Kenneth so damn appealing all of a sudden?

The overarching problem was that, in this neighborhood, sexual intercourse had been effectively returned to a state of nature. Indulging in some appealing casual sex with Kenneth would normally be fine, but now that all of the women in the neighborhood were constantly fertile - including me, Isabel thought wistfully - her powerful need to feel Kenneth’s cock stimulating itself inside her tingly vagina was unfortunately no longer just an anachronistic instinct that, thanks to modern methods of contraception, could be safely indulged in to her heart’s content; it had reverted to its original purpose, an emotion designed to overpower reason and persuade men and women to engage in pleasurable coupling so that their genes would perpetuate themselves.

Well, maybe it’s time I started thinking about the next generation. After all, Isabel’s body was designed to be impregnated - LifeSim was just making sure she did what came naturally. Intellectually, Isabel knew that she would never be thinking like this if she weren’t under the effects of the program, and she’d never really wanted to have children in the first place, but she couldn’t deny that she’d probably never meet a person that she wanted to produce offspring with as much as she did with Kenneth, right now. Sure that was LifeSim talking, but the fact remained: if she were ever going to get herself knocked up, now was the time, and Kenneth was the ideal mate.

It really wasn't fair - she hadn't asked for any of this, but it was all happening to her anyway, just like it had to Kelly and Linda and Becca. All she’d wanted was to help her friend, but now she was stuck also wanting to fuck him and carry his child, and she wanted it very badly.

The worst part was how good it all sounded to her now that LifeSim’s influence and Kenneth’s charisma had infected her mind. It just felt so nice to be near Kenneth, to bask in the intoxicating pleasure of their mutual attraction - would it really be so bad if something happened between them? Isabel realized that dwelling on these thoughts was dangerous, and she knew that the entire point of these feelings was to convince her to allow herself to be bred, but that didn't make her want to do it any less.

Even worse, she knew how much Kenneth wanted to give in as well, and she could feel her new compulsion to please her masculine coworker pounding inside her body and mind. That was the diabolical perfection of the game - everyone involved wanted to participate. He needed to spread his seed just as much as she needed to receive it. And it would be so easy for both of them to just go along with what felt good and natural and let themselves reproduce like bunnies.

Isabel’s attention was drawn back to Becca’s avatar's tinny voice coming through the speakers as the sounds began to ramp up in intensity, and the horny Latina knew that it wouldn’t be long before the feminine moans coming through the wall next to her would grow louder and more euphoric as the pregnant housewife came all over her husband’s cock. In a brief flash of jealousy, Isabel decided that she should be the one moaning in release like that, not Becca. She knew how utterly ridiculous it was to be jealous under the current circumstances, especially of Kenneth’s actual wife, and she knew instinctually that a man like Kenneth was more than entitled to screw whoever he wanted, but even so she couldn't help the way she felt.

She looked back at the screen, burning with envy, determined to find something in the game that could rectify the situation and get her the cock that she deserved before he wasted all of that potent cum on an already pregnant Becca. Isabel’s eyes briefly hovered over the heart prominently displayed above her avatar’s head, the evidence that her current feelings and actions were being strongly influenced by her infatuation with Kenneth. And she knew that it was true; she could feel her yearning for his body, her eagerness to let him have his way with her. It wasn't even something she could fight - it just was. Isabel wanted Kenneth to fuck her, regardless of the consequences. It was that simple.

There was an audible ding as Kenneth finally finished filling his happiness meter and unlocked his first free trait. Isabel saw that Kenneth hadn’t cum yet, and so she opened his traits menu, knowing the entire time what a horrible idea this was, how badly she would regret this decision in just a few short hours when she was no longer under the game's spell, but she also happily recognized that she was now too deeply under the effects of her own infatuation to care. Or at least that’s what I’m telling myself.

She scrolled through the options until she saw exactly what she wanted. "Wild Oats". Player character has a powerful urge to boinkboink unimpregnated partners. Intercourse with impregnated partners results in significantly reduced enjoyment and lower happiness point boosts for relevant traits and life goals.

Isabel’s finger twitched above the mouse in a final moment of pregnant indecision…

Kenneth heard the buzz of his phone at the edge of his consciousness while he was busy fucking Becca, but he was more than happy to ignore it since he was just beginning to feel that addictive tightening sensation at the base of his cock that meant he’d soon be safely dumping yet another load into his swollen wife, and not into yet another of the fertile, infatuated housewives in his neighborhood.

All of a sudden, however, even though he could still feel the urge to cum building inside him, Kenneth realized that he didn’t really want to want to keep fucking Becca for some reason. He soon became antsy, and his thrusts began to falter as his mind turned to all of the unbred pussy nearby that he could be fucking instead. He absentmindedly glanced over at his phone in his distraction, and was very confused to see the message "Thank you for redeeming your Level 1 Life Goal reward trait: Wild Oats!" flashing across the screen.

Becca was understandably just as confused by Kenneth’s sudden lack of interest as he was - this new, improved Kenny didn't just stop in the middle of sex.

"Everything ok dear?"

"I, uh, sorry, but I think I need to go check on Isabel in the office," Kenneth blurted distractedly as he loosely threw a robe over his naked body. His erect cock stood out proudly through the flaps of his robe, still visibly purple and throbbing with his insistent, unrelieved need to cum as he rushed from the room. "Something's wrong.”

Yeah I bet I know what's wrong, Becca thought to herself. Still, she couldn't be too mad at Kenny - men like him had needs, and it wasn't like Becca didn't also find it super hot that her virile man was about to go impregnate a coworker. Why can’t he just make up his mind though? she asked herself with a longsuffering smile, but then her artificial arousal at the thought of Kenny with Isabel overcame her once more, and her vibrator quickly found its way back between her legs.

Kenneth hurried back into his office next door, his naked cock still aching for release as it bounced between the flapping tails of his robe. With a head still fuzzy with pent-up desire that demanded an outlet, his gaze fell upon Isabel’s curves where she sat at his computer.

Her eyes were similarly wild with arousal, glued to the computer screen where their two digital avatars could be clearly seen fucking with abandon on his desk while her hand worked furiously between her legs. She spun to meet him as he burst in, but her hand didn’t stop.

“Isabel! What did you do?!”

Isabel took one last, lingering look at the digital avatars fucking on the desk before she stood up and began making her way over to him with her pants still unzipped. A tuft of dark pubic hair peeked out from above her nude-colored underwear. “You were having sex with her, when you should have been having sex with me,” she said accusatorily. “So, I made it so that you’d want to have sex with me instead. And,” she gestured back at the PC, “it looks like it worked.”

She was right; that was exactly what Kenneth wanted. Even now he was admiring her slim torso and wide hips, imagining how good it would feel to slide himself between her thighs and let himself fill her up with his cum. It wouldn’t even take much - all he needed was a few good thrusts…

He saw her eyes lock onto his cock as it twitched at the prospect. God, he was so close. Still, he had to try one more time.

"Isabel," he growled as she shivered with renewed need at the sound of his voice. "That's what the game wants us to do. It's trying to get us to breed," he pleaded, even as the hypnotic bouncing of his eager cock belied his protestations. Isabel knew perfectly well that the new trait she’d given him was making the prospect of sowing his seed in her unbred pussy that much more appealing.

He saw her eyes dropping even further, to the balls hanging low and full between his legs, tucked away under his rigid mast, heavy with the genes that his hormones and instincts were urging him to spread yet again. The pre-cum leaking from his twitching member was already cloudy from how close he had come to cumming in Becca, full of baby juice waiting to surge into Isabel at the first opportunity. "Isabel," he said again, trying to keep his eagerness out of his voice. "If we have sex, you'll get pregnant."

"Promises, promises," Isabel teased as she let her pants fall to her ankles, revealing her furry pussy to him before finally pulling his naked torso tightly against her. God, he feels sooo good. Her small hand made its way down to his cock, still slick with Becca’s juices, and Kenneth moaned in defeat as she began alternately stroking him and pulling him over toward the desk.

She let him go once she finally reached it, jumping up onto the broad wooden surface just like her avatar on the screen next to her had prophetically done only a few minutes before. She opened her legs wide to show him her eager hole, the bright, glistening pink of her tempting depths peeking out through the darker skin of her mound.

It was more than Kenneth could take. He immediately lined his cock up with her beckoning entrance and squeezed himself inside, aware of his balls clenching as they slapped against her ass, ready for the impending nerve signal that would compel them to release their catalyzing messengers. His hard, oozing dick slid fully into her soaked depths on the first thrust, jerking strongly with the sensation after having already built up so much tension inside Becca, before Isabel and LifeSim had stolen his interest in her.

The enhanced excitement of being inside a new, unbred pussy was like nothing Kenneth had ever felt before. It added a whole new level of euphoria to the deep feeling of personal fulfillment Kenenth was forced to experience when having sex, and he knew he was no longer capable of pulling out of Isabel before he lost control. Still, that almost seemed appropriate. Isabel had done this to him, after all. She had not only made her own fertile pussy even more desirable to him than it had been minutes before, but she had also made it that much harder for him to resist all of the other unimpregnated women in the neighborhood in the process. And, with how good it felt to fuck under the influence of “Wild Oats”, Kenneth wasn’t sure how much he even wanted to resist filling them all up with his cum anymore.

Plus, Isabel had gotten rid of his hack of exclusively having sex with Becca, and so Kenneth figured it was only fair to embrace the uncontrollable urge slowly building up inside him once again and give her what she so clearly wanted.

That was perfectly fine with Isabel. She knew his sperm was waiting impatiently at the base of his cock, wanting to be inside her where it could fertilize her; that was what she wanted too, and it felt so good to give in to what her body wanted. She ran her hands up and down her torso, pulling up her shirt in the process so she could feel her skin against Kenneth’s now that his robe had come fully open. Kenneth appreciated the view as her small breasts with their dark brown nipples came into view, but he found his gaze being drawn lower, down to the smooth olive skin of her abdomen flexing with exertion. Isabel followed his gaze, and the thought of how he was about to make that taut abdomen swell caused her to redouble her efforts, slamming her pussy onto his cock with even more intensity to force him to fill her up.

Thanks to his edging with Becca, after just a few deep, satisfying strokes Kenneth abruptly felt it happening to him, the familiar tingle at the base of his spine that meant Isabel’s stimulating pussy had overwhelmed his sensitive cock and triggered his orgasm reflex. Kenneth was going to cum inside Isabel, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

"Ok, you wanted it, you're getting it," he growled, and he felt her body seize up with her own ecstasy at hearing the words. "You've done this to me and I can't hold back any longer. You're about to get what you deserve."

"Oh god, yes Kenny! Give me what I deserve! Fill my fertile body up! Breed meeee!" Isabel felt Kenneth growing thicker and harder inside her until his heavy balls finally clenched, forcing all of that built-up semen down his shaft and indiscriminately out into yet another receptive vagina.

Isabel screamed when she finally felt his torrent let loose inside of her, quickly coating her womb with powerful spurts of his thick jizz. Overwhelmed with sensation, she pressed herself fully against her mate, sinking him up to the hilt inside her reproductive tract as his rhythmic spasms continued to fill it. Isabel just sat there in the meantime, her vagina clenching uncontrollably around his cock as she felt each jet of his semen against her cervix, loving the fact that she was guaranteed to get pregnant now that Kenneth’s compelling essence was pooling deep inside her curious, impressionable babymaker.

As his twitches finally began to weaken Isabel began to ride him once more, coaxing as much spooge into her tight receptacle as she could, even though they both knew that the damage had already been done. Thanks to the hyperfertility LifeSim had forced upon her as soon as she entered the neighborhood, the bottom-heavy Latina knew that, just like Linda, Kelly, and Becca, she had successfully gotten herself bred. And, just like Linda, Kelly, and Becca, Isabel had never been happier.

Kenneth too was riding waves of euphoria as his orgasm trailed off, driven to new heights by the knowledge that he'd successfully impregnated yet another willing female.

"Well, that wasn't supposed to happen," he said resignedly, unable to keep his involuntary happiness out of his voice as he slid himself out of Isabel’s inseminated pussy and helped her off the desk.

“Oh god that was so good! It was so worth it!” she panted, knowing that his swimmers were already hard at work inside her body. Her crotch was still twitching as she lowered her outstretched legs to clamber down from her perch, and she had to lean against the desk for support as her satisfyingly full pussy continued to quiver, sending globs of excess cum sliding down her legs.

"I know it wasn’t supposed to happen, but I'm so glad it did!" she continued, gazing up at him with those same lovestruck brown eyes before pulling him into a tight hug. Isabel was relieved to discover that she relished the feeling of his virile body against hers just as much as she ever had, and holding him like this it was almost like she could still feel him inside her, pounding wave after wave of pleasure into her body as his cock filled her with gooey cum.

Kenneth couldn’t help but be glad too, of course, now that the deed was done. Thanks to Isabel’s rash decision, there was now no better feeling in the world than that of sowing his wild oats deep inside yet another fertile field where his seed was guaranteed to take root and grow. Still, he knew that giving in to the game's temptations like both of them had today would have permanent consequences, especially for Isabel, and he also knew that both of them would regret it horribly as soon as they left the neighborhood.

"You won't feel that way once you leave.”

"I don't care! I feel that way now! Your cum is inside me now, making me pregnant now, and that's all that matters! Ooh, I can practically feel it happening!" she cooed into his chest as her naked, dripping mound continued to twitch against his leg with the aftershocks of her pleasure, her reproductive organs still rewarding her for indulging in her urge to breed. "I know you warned me that this would happen, and I know I should have been more careful, but you were just so sexy and you smelled so good. And now it’s too late; your sperm is inside me, fertilizing me, forcing me to have your baby..."

Kenneth watched as his lovestruck coworker trailed off, her long lashes half-closed in bliss as she rode out the final few pulses lingering from their lovemaking against his hip.

"We can go by a pharmacy and pick up some Plan B once we leave," he said matter-of-factly. As soon as he did so, however, he suddenly found himself feeling slightly sadder, almost as though he were disappointed that Isabel wouldn't be knocked up for much longer. Apparently “Wild Oats” came with a bit of a breeding fetish. Great, just what I needed.

"Yeah, I guess I can let future me make that decision at least," Isabel said sheepishly as she finally started to recover from her daze. "Would you mind stepping out for a bit? I need to compose myself before heading back." She pointedly gestured down between her legs to her used pussy that was still fully on display, slowly oozing copious amounts of the semen their coupling had recklessly crammed up inside her.

"Oh, sure, no problem," he said, suddenly feeling embarrassed in spite of the intimacy of what they had just shared together, and so he quietly left the room.

As soon as she was sure he was gone, Isabel quickly sat down at his office chair once more, enjoying the feeling of his thick seed draining out of her onto the expensive leather, and turned her attention back to the game. She would have to act fast.

She checked her profile, and found it a bit surreal to see the "Pregnant" icon now flashing above her own head in addition to the heart that indicated her ongoing infatuation with Kenneth. She'd actually done it - she'd given in to LifeSim's temptations and let Kenneth impregnate her. Made Kenneth impregnate her.

It was so weird to already be aware that she was pregnant, to know that even though she didn’t look any different, her body had nonetheless undergone a fundamental change as a direct result of her actions. The genetic material that Kenneth hadn’t wanted to release, but nonetheless hadn’t been able to prevent himself from ejaculating into her had already overpowered and penetrated her egg. Her genes had gladly mingled with his, and now left to its own devices her body would inevitably swell with her own unique take on Kenneth's seed, just like all of the other women in his life. It still didn’t feel real, and yet Isabel couldn’t be happier to be just the latest addition to Kenneth’s growing stable of impregnated NPC broodmares.

In the same way, it was odd to be intellectually aware of what the game had done to her while simultaneously still being so deeply under its effects. As cautious as he had been, Kenneth had still somehow woefully undersold them - Isabel’s new desires were completely irresistible, and she wanted nothing more than to have his baby now that she had his cum inside her. She couldn't help it.

And yet she was also so happy about it! Whether her feelings were fake or not didn’t matter - she'd do anything to keep feeling this way, to keep the product of hers and Kenny's loins safe, to keep that wonderful pregnancy icon blinking over her head.

And so, as she had planned all along, Isabel made her second bad decision that afternoon.

As soon as Kenneth saw Becca in the kitchen, he knew that something was different. His first thought was how good her slim waist and wide hips looked, and he also noticed that her boobs somehow looked even larger and more appetizing than usual, her sideboob now visible around both sides of her body with her back to him as she did the dishes. His next thought was that familiar, deep-seated desire to grab her hips, bend her over the sink, and fuck a baby into her. But, now that he had the “Wild Oats” trait, that should only be possible if…

In a flash he realized the difference - Becca somehow wasn't pregnant anymore! But how could that be possible?

Regardless of how it had happened, now that Kenneth’s libido had noticed that Becca was ripe and ready to be bred once more, he found himself filled with the urge to feel his dick losing control inside her soft, fertile body once again even as he realized what must have happened.

"So how was she?" Becca asked, turning around to reveal cheeks still pink with arousal above her swollen, leaky teats and slim waist.

“Becca, I didn’t mean to…”

“Yes, you did. I knew as soon as you got out of bed that there was only one pussy on your mind, and it wasn’t mine.” Becca’s breathing began to deepen as her compulsion to get turned on by Kenneth having sex with other women began to have its predictable effect on the new mother.

Now that his infatuated wife was getting turned on, Kenneth’s cock somehow began to rise to the occasion yet again, and his gaze dropped back to her slim waist as images of filling up her torso with his jizz flooded his mind.

Becca was immediately aware of his thoughts. "Anytime, lover," she purred, wrapping her arms around him and enjoying the feel of his large cock growing against her abdomen, knowing exactly what it could do to her body now that her womb was empty again. "I figured that now that Aiden was born, you might start feeling the urge again. Well, I'm more than ready for you to knock me up again whenever you like!"

Kenneth tried to think through the cloud of lust her words were filling him with. I just finished fucking Isabel, game, Jesus! Wait, what? "Since Aiden was born?"

"Yes? Aiden, you know, your son? Well, your first son anyway," she said with a naughty twinkle in her lovestruck eyes as she snaked a hand down to stroke his cock, which was still a bit oversensitive from the intensity of the orgasm that had dumped his load into Isabel.

Just at that moment, however, Isabel herself walked out of the office, beaming with happiness. One look at the olive skin of her swollen abdomen bulging out beneath her suddenly-ill-fitting work blouse confirmed what Kenneth had begun to suspect - even though he had inseminated her soft feminine body only a few minutes before, in the time he had left her alone with LifeSim Isabel had hit fast forward, and was now heavily pregnant.

Author's Note: Standard disclaimer applies: this story contains fictional depictions of erotic scenarios, so act accordingly! All characters are at least eighteen, all situations are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to any real-life individuals or situations is entirely coincidental. Copyright Fidget, all rights reserved. Enjoy!

Perfect Girlfriend Juice

by Fidget

Chapter 5: The Gold-Digger (Part 1)

Elizabeth arrived home late, drunk again after a long night at the bar, trying to make a better life for her and her teenage daughter, or at least that’s what she told herself.

When she let herself into the kitchen of the large, empty house that they wouldn’t be able to afford for much longer, she wasn’t surprised that her daughter was nowhere to be found. Probably in her room mooning over that boy in her class again.

Elizabeth noticed an energy drink can sitting on the counter, but when she picked it up, she saw that it was only half-finished. ”Perfect Girlfriend Juice”? Isn’t this the stuff from the news that drugs and changes women? What on earth is my daughter doing with something like this? Suddenly struck with unexpected worry, Elizabeth called out:

“Tracy? Are you here?”

“Elizabeth? You’re home late, as usual. I’m absolutely shocked that none of the millionaires at the bar decided to take you home tonight.”

Elizabeth was taken aback by the deep, mature feminine voice that responded, as well as the fact that the voice had referred to her by name when she was expecting a response from her daughter, and then an incredibly voluptuous woman around her age came out of the living room into the kitchen. As she took in her looks, however, Elizabeth became even more confused, because this unknown woman’s resemblance to herself was uncanny - whoever she was, she could have been Elizabeth’s bustier, curvier, even more brazen and shameless sister.

“Who are you? Where’s Tracy?” Elizabeth noticed that her busty double had squeezed herself into one of her own more revealing tops and skirts, showing an ample amount of full breast and thick thigh in the process. “And why are you wearing my clothes? What’s going on!?”

“I am Tracy, Elizabeth, though I think I’m going by Trina now, actually.”

Tracy then told her speechless mother what had happened, from her crush on Tyler, to her ill-advised choice to drink half a can of Perfect Girlfriend Juice to pursue that crush, to overhearing that Tyler had really been crushing on Elizabeth, which had then irrevocably turned Tracy into an over-sexed version of her own mother.

Still, Elizabeth couldn’t prevent a twinge of vanity from leaking through as Tracy told her how Tyler had really been interested in her and not Tracy; as inappropriate as it was under the circumstances, Elizabeth still felt proud that her older, curvy milf body was still desirable enough for men to get crushes on her. If only it worked as well on rich young millionaires at the bar as it apparently did on horny, penniless eighteen-year-olds.

Tracy/Trina noticed her mother’s look of smug self-satisfaction, and cocked an eyebrow as she continued her story, almost as if to say, “hey, the Juice is forcing me to get off on the idea of being with younger guys - what’s your excuse?” before launching into an incredibly detailed, X-rated narration of how she had seduced Tyler that afternoon.

Elizabeth watched aghast as her mature daughter’s face and cleavage flushed darker and darker pink as she recounted how good the strapping young man’s cock had felt, and how quickly he had given in and emptied himself into Trina’s milfy pussy. Clearly even the thought of the events of the afternoon were enough to get her daughter going again, and it was incredibly unsettling for Elizabeth to recognize her own signs of physical arousal reflected in what was essentially a sexier version of herself, especially since the person burning with that arousal was her own daughter. It didn’t help that Elizabeth herself hadn’t felt sexual excitement like that in years.

In short, what had happened to Tracy had been a catastrophe. “Tracy, you’ve made yourself old!” was the first protest she could come up with.

“I prefer the term ‘experienced’. And it’s what Tyler wants, so I couldn’t be happier.”

“But what about your future that I’ve worked so hard for!?”

“Oh, that doesn’t matter anymore. I’ll always be whatever Tyler needs me to be, which right now is a milfier, sexier version of you for him to play with. Also, don’t act like any of what you’re doing is for me - if you really cared, you’d have gotten a stable job after dad left, instead of frittering away all of our savings hopelessly throwing yourself at sugar daddies you had no chance with, all to support your lifestyle of never having to work a day in your life.”

Unlike her former meek teenage self, the Juice had clearly filled Tracy with a mature assertiveness, as well as the perspective that came with her age and years of experience. “Anyway,” she continued, “I’m going to go frig my puffy, horny milf pussy at the thought of Tyler cumming inside me again tomorrow. Don’t wait up, ‘Mom’.”

And with that, Elizabeth watched the bustier, hornier version of her forty-two-year-old body sway up the stairs into a pink bedroom still filled with the trappings of her daughter’s former self.

Left to her own tipsy thoughts at the disappearance of her daughter in more ways than one, Elizabeth looked over at the can on the counter, and in a flash of anger picked it up and carried it over to the sink, prepared to pour the evil stuff down the drain. This crap had stolen her daughter from her, had turned her against her, had transformed Tracy into a slutty version of Elizabeth straight out of a teenager’s wet dreams…

Wait.

Elizabeth stopped herself with her arm tilted above the sink, before she could pour the priceless liquid down the drain. If this stuff had turned Tracy into the Perfect Girlfriend of a horny, milf-obsessed teenager, then it could just as easily turn her into the Perfect Girlfriend of a millionaire sugar daddy.

Hell, with this stuff Elizabeth could get whatever guy she wanted, and she wouldn’t even have to lift a finger! Plus, these new money tech bros all wanted young blondes with huge tits, so she’d probably even end up at least ten years younger and with a free body makeover to boot, no more expensive and painful surgery needed! And if she had to put up with being a bit sluttier as a result, well, with a body like that, it was only fair that she enjoy a good dicking down from time to time. Especially since it was for a good cause.

If all went well, she could even just swap identities with Tracy and act as though her daughter were her own curvy milf mother.

Elizabeth could barely sleep that night in her excitement, and spent the next day putting her plan together. She put on her best dress and makeup, not that she’d really need either much longer, and carefully slipped the small, half-full can of Perfect Girlfriend Juice into her clutch before she left.

At 9pm sharp she showed up to the most exclusive private club in town, practically guaranteed to find a handsome, jacked billionaire who could continue to fund her lifestyle once she made herself irresistible to him.

As it turned out, she’d chosen the perfect night for her hunt: apparently there was a fundraiser for an up-and-coming tech nerd out of Silicon Valley. Normally someone like her would have no chance getting into an event like this, but luckily she’d once fucked the bouncer, and he was willing to let her slip in with the promise of an encore later that night.

Now that she was in, Elizabeth immediately got to work. She knew better than to expect that one of these young millionaires in tailored name-brand suits would be willing to buy someone like her a drink, so she bit the bullet and plopped down the $30 for a vodka cranberry before beginning to make the rounds.

She worked her way through the crowd, ignoring Rolexes and chiseled jaws now that she no longer had to settle for whatever she could get, bumping into younger, prettier versions of herself playing the same game she was, trying to find a Mr. Right Now to manipulate into becoming Mr. Right. Or at least, a Mr. On-the-hook-for-my-expensive-lifestyle.

Finally, in a secluded corner of the room, Elizabeth overheard a young man dressed in an especially expensive suit talking about his company being on the verge of billions of dollars. She quickly put together that this was the CEO who had hosted the event, and that the “fundraiser” was being thrown in honor of one of his tech nerds to drum up private investment in anticipation of getting the nerd’s new semiconductor fabrication process up and running.

Elizabeth didn’t care about any of that, of course; she only cared that this guy was currently worth millions, would likely be worth billions in just a few years, and was jacked and gorgeous to boot.

She made up her mind on the spot - this was her guy.

She innocuously walked around the corner toward the restrooms and pulled out the can of Perfect Girlfriend Juice, but just as she was about to pour it into her vodka, a young, pretty brunette with a slim figure and cunning eyes softly touched her arm to get her attention.

“Is that the Juice?” The girl’s eyes were greedy.

“Yeah, why?”

“I heard it doesn’t take much - can I have some too?” She lifted her own drink in supplication.

“You know what, why not.” I already have my target, and there are plenty of other men to go around, after all. She poured half of the can’s remaining contents into the brunette’s glass, and the rest into her own.

“Good hunting,” she saluted, but the young brunette was already gulping hers down, so Elizabeth just shrugged and followed suit. The Juice tasted like tangy bubble gum; not the worst mixer she’d ever tried.

Almost immediately Elizabeth felt an unexpectedly strong yearning for masculinity growing inside her the likes of which she hadn’t felt in years.

The brunette next to her was forgotten, though she too was now filled with that same irresistible need, and wandered off to helplessly enslave herself to the first man she saw.

Suddenly Elizabeth understood the look on Trina’s face as she recounted her experience becoming Tyler’s Perfect Girlfriend - Elizabeth’s desire to leverage her fading looks into snagging a sugar daddy was now only a dim memory that paled in comparison to her new, deep-seated urge to be in the presence of a man, any man, rich or poor, handsome or hideous, so that the Juice could force her to become whatever he wanted in a woman.

The vulnerability of her situation should have scared her, but it was too late for that. All she could do now was find the nearest man in what was now only incidentally a room full of millionaires.

In the back of her mind she vaguely remembered that she had wanted to go see a specific man, but in her current state that suddenly seemed so much less important when literally any guy could fulfill that visceral curiosity growing stronger within her with every passing second. Still, she knew that her original target was right around the corner, and his proximity combined with the fact that she knew exactly where he was was just enough to convince Elizabeth to go looking for him instead of seeking out another equally enticing man.

She whipped back around the corner and accidentally locked eyes with a short, scrawny nerd headed for the restrooms. Even though he immediately broke her gaze and uncomfortably averted his eyes, he was still male, and so Elizabeth felt herself falling, with irrevocable finality, head over heels in love with him.

“Excuse me!” she blurted out, unable to hold back her torrent of curiosity any longer as he charmingly shrank from her gaze and tried to sneak past.

“Wh-what?” her cute, awkward-looking crush stammered, clearly surprised that any of the women in the club was making an attempt to engage him in conversation.

“What do you like in women?” Elizabeth watched his eyes flick down to the cleavage her milfy breasts were making in her favorite black dress as he instinctually considered the question, causing the dosed 42-year-old to squirm with pleasure at the attention.

“What is this, some sort of a joke?” he asked unexpectedly in a sudden flash of indignant anger, knowing all too well from experience that these sorts of questions were only ever asked at his expense.

Just as Elizabeth recoiled from having offended her dream guy, however, two men in expensive-looking suits appeared from the crowd, grabbed her man’s twiggy arms and roughly turned him around.

“Hey, Norm, it’s time to go press the flesh, whether you want to or not! Gotta earn your paycheck after all!”

“B-but I was told that I wouldn’t be paid for toni-”

“Well then I guess it’s time to go not earn your paycheck!” The other businessman cackled at his partner’s joke, and began to drag the young nerd away.

“HEY!” The vehemence in Elizabeth’s voice as it cut through the gibes and cackling surprised even her as she stomped over and pulled her darling free from the men’s hands. This deep in the throes of the Juice coursing through her body, she could no longer put off her need to ask the nerd about his Perfect Girlfriend, and she was willing to go to whatever lengths were necessary for the chance to do so.

“Leave him alone! He was just trying to go to the restroom!” She firmly planted herself between Norm and the men, stuck her hands out, and turned her attention back to her crush. “You go ahead, and I’ll stand right here and make sure these assholes leave you alone.”

As his thin body slid past her toward the facilities, Elizabeth couldn’t help but quietly ask him in passing, “Hey, um, also, how else do you want me to be?” as the Juice forced her to try to squeeze out any inkling of the nerd’s preferences, impatient to use that information to completely remake Elizabeth’s existence.

She had intended the question to refer to her body, her mind, romance, sexual objectification, anything that could take her closer to being Norm’s Perfect Girlfriend, but her meaning was lost in the confusion of the scene and the scattered mental state of the socially overwhelmed nerd, who instead interpreted her question to mean, “What else do you want me to do?”

He responded, confused, “Uh, more of that, I guess,” before disappearing into the bathroom to spend as much time as she could buy him away from the crowd.

More of that? Elizabeth wasn’t sure what he meant exactly, but even so an irresistible need to be more of that began to grow inside her as her suggestible mind latched onto the idea and began exploring the possibilities.

More of what? What was she like now? Well, she was protecting Norm from these assholes. She was keeping him safe. Was that what he wanted more of?

More of that.

She couldn’t wait any longer - she had to change. More protective of him, then. More able to protect him. Elizabeth didn’t notice her body beginning to grow as she puzzled through these thoughts, slowly becoming larger, stronger, bit by bit. Her weak, middle-aged female body slowly began to harden as muscle fibers thickened and interlaced after decades of under-use and soft living.

It briefly occurred to Elizabeth just how good she felt, how powerful, though that strength now felt completely natural to her, even as the sensation continued to intensify within her body.

More of that.

The muscles of her arms and legs now began showing visible hypertrophy, toning at first before beginning to bulge, larger and larger. Elizabeth experienced a brief sensation of vertigo as her height began to grow first by millimeters, then by centimeters.

She was lucky her favorite dress was stretchy, but it could still only take so much. The skirt slowly rode up her thickening thighs as she grew taller, threatening to expose her most expensive pair of lacy panties as they stretched and ultimately snapped under the pressure, falling to the marble floor, forgotten. Her bulging glutes and quads eventually created enough friction with the thin material to forcibly hold the skirt in place, but Elizabeth was still growing, and soon the strain between her broadening upper and lower bodies split the garment in half.

She stood there helplessly as her expensive dress shredded around her, starting with a long diagonal tear that turned the lower half into a sort of skin-tight pencil miniskirt with the massive muscles of her thighs showing through a series of small stress-rips down the sides, while the upper half became effectively a bra-top, fully exposing the toned abs of her rock-solid midriff. The dress was already sleeveless, and so it nicely showed off Elizabeth’s biceps and delts as they bulged along her thickening arms.

More of that.

Her newfound strength needed the bloom of youth, not the creeping decrepitude of middle age, and suddenly Elizabeth’s skin was clearer as her body abruptly lost fifteen years of wear-and-tear, leaving her at a mature twenty-seven, the height of youthful vigor, old enough for her frame to fully support her new musculature, but not so old that the inevitable progression of time had begun taking its toll.

As her youthful passions grew stronger, Elizabeth suddenly developed an unexpected, though completely appropriate given the circumstances, interest in bodybuilding. She needed to know everything she possibly could about terms she’d only ever heard in passing: metabolisms, caloric intake, interval training, min/maxing, etc. She’d need all of that and more to keep her body in tip-top shape so she could continue to protect her beloved Norm.

More of that.

It wasn’t enough. What else did she need more of? How else was she helping Norm?

Well, she was having to make a scene to protect him. As charming as she now found these traits of his, she still recognized that he was clearly bad at handling any sort of conflict, or confronting uncomfortable social situations. So, he’d need his Girlfriend to be more than capable of doing all of this for him.

Immediately Elizabeth felt the aggression growing inside her as she became more willing to violate social norms, almost eager to use her new muscles to resolve conflict. Despite having lived a life fully centered around being hyper-sensitive to what other people thought about her, Elizabeth suddenly found that she no longer cared. She no longer could care. Except, of course, when it came to her beloved Norm, who was still hiding cutely in the restroom as his off-hand comment rewrote Elizabeth’s body and mind.

Elizabeth noticed that she was no longer worried about what condition her clothes were in, and almost welcomed the stares from the few party-goers who could see her around the corner by the restrooms.

She ran a hand through her hair, unaware that it had shortened from her former long, boring brown locks into a stylish blue pixie cut.

More of that.

So she still wasn’t done yet. In the midst of her new existence as a veritable mountain of muscle, the Juice suddenly forced her to remember that she was still a woman, and that being a Perfect Girlfriend also required a certain amount of sexual femininity.

So, what else did she need more of?

Well, she was pretty busty… Elizabeth remembered Norm staring at her cleavage for one brief second - maybe he meant more of that? More willingness to show off bigger, bouncier breasts? She was suddenly overcome with an urgent need for her body to please Norm sexually as the Juice grasped onto this sliver of sensuality in their interaction, and Elizabeth’s boobs, which had mostly just flattened and spread out as the surface area of her chest and powerful pectoral muscles grew, irrelevant as they were to her initial transformation, suddenly began to swell proudly with their renewed importance, and, racing to catch up and keep pace with her massive new frame, they finally bulged out into two large, round, islands of soft femininity trapped in an ocean of hard, angular sinew.

Elizabeth glanced down at her new chest, appreciating how sexy her large, impossibly perky boobs looked, barely restrained by the tatters of her dress. She was well aware of the weakness and inefficiency of her new, fatty mounds from a strength perspective, but Norm loved them (probably), and so she couldn’t help but love them too.

She took stock of herself now that the Juice finally seemed satisfied. Despite her newfound interest in powerlifting, she wasn’t burdened with the stodgy physique of a bodybuilder; her muscles were large but gave her an aura of speed and athleticism, like those of a professional wrestler, a heavy gunner from an action movie or video game, or a comic book superheroine, complete with the stereotypically larger-than-life breasts that would guarantee plenty of lewd fanart of herself from nerds like Norm.

That last idea turned her on, and the intensity of the heat suddenly flooding through her vigorous body from the increased blood flow caused her to unconsciously flex and clench her massive arms in impatience at her fiery arousal. She couldn’t wait to show her new tits to Norm, and see if he liked them as much as she suspected he would. Either way, she knew it was only a matter of time before her toned body was giving her small man’s cock a workout.

Her chiseled features still flushed with arousal and anticipation, Elizabeth finally raised her gaze above the swollen tits shielding her powerful new pecs and she once again took in the two young businessmen still standing in front of her, mouths open in shock as they stared up at her. She towered over them by more than a foot, but that seemed somehow appropriate to her now.

She smiled cruelly at them. “I think it’s time for you two to leave.” Without a word, they turned and fled back into the crowd, and Elizabeth planted herself in front of the restroom to await Norm’s eventual reemergence.

A few minutes later, he cautiously stuck his head out of the door, and was relieved to see both that the men were gone and that the woman was, for some reason, still there. Even more oddly, it seemed like she was waiting for him, and her face even lit up with delight when she saw him.

“Uh, thanks for, um, sticking around and helping me,” he stammered, though he also noted that something about her seemed different somehow. It felt like he was having to crane his neck back further to look up into her face, and it seemed like she might have changed her clothes (and was her hair always blue?), but fashion and paying attention to people’s appearances had never been his strong suit, so he just shrugged it off. He was just glad to finally be getting some attention from a woman for once, and if anything her boobs were even nicer than he remembered, hanging right at eye level. Don’t look at them, Norm! You know what’ll happen if she catches you!

For her part, Elizabeth wanted nothing more than to grab her little nerd and wrap him up in her powerful arms, but taking care of him was more important. She could tell that he was tapped out for the night.

“Ok, Norm, honey, let’s get you out of here.”

“But the board says that I have to stay, and I don’t want to make them mad…”

“I’ll worry about the board. Come on, let me walk you home. I insist.”

“Oh, ok then.” Norm wasn’t quite sure why this woman suddenly cared so much, but she seemed to know what was best, and she didn’t look like the type who was used to taking “no” for an answer, so he allowed her to engulf his small hand in hers and meekly followed behind.

The other party-goers stared at the odd couple as Elizabeth briskly led the guest of honor toward the door instead of toward the podium, but the sea of tiny, insignificant people inevitably parted before her nonetheless. She welcomed their stares, thrived on their discomfort.

Along the way, she briefly took note of the shallow millionaires around her, their smiles as fake as their tans. And she had been so desperate to be with one of them just a few minutes ago that she had gambled and lost her very existence. She had been just like they were, all for show, and empty inside.

Now she knew better. These men’s physiques were superficially toned, but held no real strength, while her muscles were solid to the core, and their fakeness now disgusted her. Their lives were as ephemeral and interchangeable as their money, while her beloved Norm was guileless, and utterly sincere, and now Elizabeth was forced to share that sincerity.

As she left, she glanced over to the bar and saw the slim brunette from earlier seated beside Elizabeth’s original target, the CEO. So that’s who she ended up with. Now, however, the attractive girl’s hair was lightening into a stereotypical platinum blonde, and her swelling tits were spilling further and further out of her slim dress, matched by her partner’s eyes as they bulged out of his head with delight. The cunning intelligence in the girl’s eyes had been dimmed, replaced with vapid horniness as she stared dreamily into the face of the man she had only incidentally imprinted on, and Elizabeth saw her small hands already hard at work between the man’s legs under the counter as the Juice that she’d willingly taken forced her to become his Perfect Sex Toy..

Instead of jealousy at seeing her like this, having successfully gotten exactly what Elizabeth had always wanted, she was now struck with a feeling of bitter distaste; Elizabeth couldn’t believe that she too had been willing to do that to her body and mind, even if it was to get out of ever having to work a day in her life. The girl had been so intelligent and full of potential, and now she was practically useless, reduced to a trophy bimbo only good for fucking.

What a waste.

Still, there was just enough of the old Elizabeth left to be jealous of the fact that the bimbo likely wouldn’t have to work for the rest of her life. She felt her own desire to live life on easy street intact - the Juice hadn’t felt the need to change that corner of her mind for whatever reason - but she knew that her new programming would force her to do whatever it took to become Norm’s Perfect Girlfriend and bodyguard regardless.

She just hoped that it wouldn’t involve too much effort, though with how hopeless her gorgeous genius was, she wasn’t holding her breath. She smiled longsufferingly as she walked down the sidewalk ahead of her sexy man, in the back of her mind already planning the endless series of exhausting daily workouts that would be required to maintain her physique. It was possible that the Juice had made it so that her muscles would never atrophy, but it was better safe than sorry. She knew the work would be worth it, especially if it meant she’d get to have sex with Norm sometime soon, but that didn’t make her hate it any less.

Chapter 5: The Gold-Digger (Part 2)

After a few minutes of walking, the mismatched couple found themselves standing awkwardly outside Norm’s apartment, with the inexperienced nerd entirely unsure how to proceed from there. Was this a date? A real, live woman had walked him home, so it seemed kinda like a date. But, she had walked in front of him the entire way, and he had soon mostly forgotten that she was there now that her presence had given him the freedom to focus entirely on his thoughts.

“Uh, thanks again for your help tonight.”

“No problem, I enjoyed it.” Elizabeth had enjoyed it. She wondered if he’d invite her in, so that she could make sure that he enjoyed it as well.

Instead, her nerd seemed determined to send her away all of a sudden.

“I know that you said that you’d worry about the board for me,” he began, “but I’m afraid I can’t really afford your services, uh, whatever they are. I don’t have much money - I have more of a researcher role in the company, and the board told me that that wasn’t worth a very high salary. So, I’m, um, sorry for wasting your time, but you probably want to just leave now.”

So that confirmed it - by accidentally imprinting on Norm, Elizabeth had not only condemned herself to a life of hard work, but she wouldn’t even be living the high life in exchange. If anything, it looked like she’d be exerting all of this effort pro bono, and if she stuck it out with Norm, they’d both probably be - Elizabeth grimaced to herself - poor.

Still, as powerful as her body was, she was completely unable to fight the butterflies fluttering behind her powerful abs or the uncharacteristic weakness in her knees whenever she looked at her brilliant but impoverished nerd, making her willing to do anything to stay close to him.

“Don’t worry about it for now - we’ll figure something out. Right now you can pay me for my services tonight by finding me something to eat.” As it turned out, Elizabeth’s powerful new body required a proportionally massive amount of food, and she found that she was absolutely ravenous.

“Oh, uh, I don’t really have anything in the apartment, but I can order Chinese or something if you want.”

Elizabeth cringed at the thought of the nutritional value, or lack thereof, in takeout, but if that’s what Norm wanted, then she’d just have to put up with it. At least it would have plenty of carbs to fuel her next workout. “That sounds great.”

“Oh, um, good!” This was a date! Maybe. “Do you, uh, do you want to come inside, Ms. … uh, I’m sorry, but I didn’t catch your name.”

She thought about how to answer. “Elizabeth” no longer seemed to fit her for some reason. She needed something… stronger.

“Just call me Zaza. And I’d love to come inside and have dinner with you.” She smiled at her scrawny man’s clear pleasure at her response, knowing just how much more pleasure was in his near future, and ducked through the doorway to follow him into his apartment.

Inside the cheap flat was a mess of equipment and Chinese takeout boxes. Clearly Norm didn’t have people over often, but even with Zaza here, he seemed oblivious to the mess. Zaza found herself similarly ambivalent - if this is how her man liked his home, who was she to judge him for it?

She cleared a space on the couch to sit while Norm ordered the food, the springs creaking with futile effort as her muscular physique sank all the way down to the base. Norm soon returned from his bedroom, having also changed out of his ill-fitting suit into a comfortable anime t-shirt and pair of loose sweatpants. Zasa didn’t have a change of clothes, and there was no way she would be able to fit into any of Norm’s clothes, so she was left in the tatters of her dress. It didn’t seem like Norm noticed or cared, and so neither did she.

Zaza tried to make conversation while they waited, but Norm didn’t seem overly interested in small talk. Once she asked him about what he did, however, the quiet, awkward nerd seemed to come alive, and when the food arrived a half hour later, he was still going strong about the intricacies of silicon etching processes.

At first, Zaza just let him talk, vicariously enjoying his passion as she shoveled much-needed calories into her mouth, but then it occurred to her that the Perfect Girlfriend of someone as hyper-fixated on their work as Norm should also be not only conversant in those topics, but just as interested in them as her man. The Juice seemed to agree, and as Zaza continued to listen, she found his ideas growing increasingly understandable, as well as increasingly fascinating, adding yet another challenge to the busty giantess’ growing list of Juice-mandated self-improvement commitments.

For his part, Norm had never felt more comfortable or safe with another person in his life, though he wasn’t quite sure why. Maybe it was how Zaza was showing genuine interest in his work, or how she calmly accepted everything about him without judgment. She definitely seemed more genuine than the suits Norm interacted with on a daily basis.

Whatever it was, even though Norm was usually a loner, he was quickly finding himself becoming attached to this mysterious new woman, and not just because of his natural male reaction to her body, made all the stronger by her tattered dress leaving so much of her naked skin visible to his eyes. Still, he had seen all too often the devastating results of confessing his sexual attraction to women in the past, and so he kept his growing interest in her and desire for her body a secret, only allowing himself to appreciate the sight of her bare midriff and massive tits when Zaza was looking down at her food.

Still, with all of this talk about his interests, it wasn’t long before Norm had talked himself into an idea, and he quickly excused himself from the table for a few minutes to go write it down.

Fifteen minutes later Zaza knew he wasn’t coming back, and so she finished Norm’s mostly untouched plate before pushing her chair back from the table. No wonder her man stayed so scrawny - it was a good thing he was so yummy just the way he was!

Sure enough, she found him typing away at the computer in his office, having completely forgotten that Zaza existed as he immersed himself in his work with single-minded purpose. Zaza watched him fondly for a few minutes, proud of how brilliant her man was and curious to understand the workings of his brilliant mind, but soon her lithe body began to grow antsy from the inactivity.

She retreated back into the living room and cleared a space on the floor, suddenly filled with a compulsion to work out, to drive her muscles through burning pain to the point of failure to maintain her Amazonian physique in spite of her old self’s aversion to physical activity.

Two hours later her limbs were full of the satisfying soreness that came from a good, honest workout, and Zaza had finally regained enough control over her actions to leave the living room, now strewn with various makeshift weights Zaza had no memory of improvising from what she had available in the messy apartment: a duffel bag full of scrap metal, a five-gallon bucket of water from the tap, the entire sofa she had been sitting on earlier in the evening.

She headed back into his office, where she found Norm still typing away, eyes bloodshot and squinting from the contrast between the low light in the room and the bright screens of his workstation, and Zaza felt her newly accepted responsibility for her nerd’s well-being begin pounding in her head.

It was time for Norm to go to sleep, whether he wanted to or not.

Gently, despite his protestations, Zaza lifted her scrawny partner from his office chair and cradled him against her chest, telling him it was time for bed.

Norm found his thin body suddenly squeezed into the Amazon’s massive, perky breasts, and even though he tried to resist, the feel of those soft, heavy tits against his torso activated the sex-starved nerd’s instincts beyond his physical control, and as she carried him to the bedroom Zaza felt something small and stiff start poking into the soft flesh of her left boob as his cock hardened against her.

Oh good. His glance at her chest back at the party hadn’t been a fluke - he did like her tits. Zaza could feel her breasts growing even larger and heavier around his small body at that realization, almost burying him in her massive titflesh, and her craving for his cock deepened even further so that she wouldn’t be able to resist her desire to fully relieve his needs. Not that she’d ever want to resist.

She finally reached his messy bedroom and sat down on the edge of his bed, Norm still cradled in her powerful arms, clearly embarrassed about the erection even as it further hardened against her and began to throb. Zaza merely shushed him as she lowered his tiny physique onto her lap and pulled down his sweatpants with her left hand, eyes hungry with desire as the nerd’s slightly below average cock finally bounced out into view.

She slid her arm back under his legs and lifted him once again, and then flexed her powerful biceps to curl him up toward her face so that another of the few remaining parts of her body that wasn’t rock-hard, her silky lips, could luxuriously wrap themselves around the head of his cock. She tightened her biceps further, causing his sensitive shaft to jerk as it slowly slid deeper into her slick orifice before it finally bottomed out gently brushing the back of Zaza’s throat. She held him there for a second, stroking and massaging him with her surprisingly prehensile tongue, before finally relaxing her powerful arms and letting his dick slide back out the way it had come.

Once her forearms were back to horizontal Zaza began to curl her small lover again, careful to keep her back straight to maintain good form through her slow reps, sliding Norm’s cock fully into her soft mouth at the apex of each curl as she worked her straining arm muscles again and again.

Norm was moaning senselessly in Zaza’s hands as she forced his cock to fuck her face, and she was relieved to see that her lover’s ever-busy mind was finally being forced to take a much-needed break. As it turned out, all he had needed was the overwhelming pleasure of being sucked off by a busty Amazon as she tossed his body around like a dildo-studded barbell.

Norm’s physique made it perfect for this sort of low-weight, high reps training session, but he was still heavy and awkwardly shaped enough that even Zaza’s arms soon began to burn, especially so soon after the exertions of her recent workout. Still, she could see how much he needed this, and she herself was enjoying it far too much to stop, so she had no choice but to stick it out and continue her reps as sweat dripped down her face and glistened on the coiled steel of her arms.

Finally she felt his cock stiffening with exciting finality in her mouth, and so Zaza curled his body one final time, ending her brutal workout with a final isometric hold to squeeze every last bit of gains from her session as her new boytoy began spurting into her mouth.

Zaza moaned her own pleasure around a growing mouthful of Norm’s cum, loving the sensation of his small, frail body jerking with ecstasy as she cradled him in her powerful arms.

He immediately fell asleep when he was done, right there in the safety and comfort of her embrace, having finally emptied himself of years of built-up stress and unrequited sexual tension.

Zaza tucked him in, noticing how hungry she was again as she swallowed his tasty, surprisingly large load. Everyone thought cum was protein for some reason, and while there was a small amount, Zaza could tell from the taste that it was actually mostly sugar, probably fructose. Still, she needed as many carbs as she could get to fuel her endless workouts, and she wasn’t sure how much edible food remained in the apartment, so every little bit helped.

She made her way to the living room and got to work trying to make her overly large body comfortable on the far-too-small couch, not feeling ready yet to share Norm’s bed. Even so, the exhaustion of the excitement of the day and the unexpectedly hard work of her intense workouts caused her to fall asleep immediately.

Norm woke up the next morning to the sound of deep feminine grunting.

He came out of the bedroom to find Zaza doing inclined pushups on the arms of his couch and chair, allowing her large tits to swing freely between the pieces of furniture so that each rep could go deeper. He enjoyed the view for a few seconds, watching Zaza’s stiff nipples brushing against the floor with each repetition. She was still wearing the remains of her shredded dress from the night before.

Finally, he spoke up. “I’m surprised that you’re still here after I said that I couldn’t pay you.”

She responded simply without turning around, “I like you, and you need me.”

That seemed true enough. She had really helped him out last night, and he knew that she was able to do things that he couldn’t do for himself. Plus, he couldn’t get over how increasingly natural and nice it felt to have Zaza around. She made him feel comfortable even as the sight of her superhuman feminine proportions made him, well, aroused.

Zaza noticed his pants tenting as he stared at her tits and smiled hungrily. She hadn’t been able to find anything for breakfast, and her new body needed the fuel, especially after her morning workout. She spun around on her knees and began to make her way over to him, pulling up the remnants of her top on the way and appreciating his eyes widening with desire as her bouncy globes fell nakedly into view. She loved how much her large body turned her little man on.

Zaza slid between his legs and pulled his pants down yet again. His sexy cock was still stiffening, so she slid it into her mouth and bobbed up and down on it a few times to get it fully hard and lubed up, before pulling his cock out and wrapping her tits around it.

Not wanting to waste an opportunity to get some quality work in, Zaza spread her bent legs around Norm’s as he stood in front of her and tightened her quads and glutes to keep her upper body upright. She had to lean back slightly to maintain the optimal angle to keep her tits wrapped around the erect penis angled upward from Norm’s torso, and so Zaza was also forced to keep her abs and hip flexors engaged as she massaged his slick cock between her melons. After just a few minutes, the weight of Zaza’s massive upper body had another satisfying burn going all through her core.

As she did her good work, Norm’s eyes again rolled back in his head from the sensation, letting the massive, gorgeous, muscly woman who had appeared out of nowhere continue to obsessively work him toward orgasm while he just let it all happen. The scrawny nerd’s ever-working mind dreamily noted the difference between the softness of her boobs around his cock and the hardness of the rest of her body whenever it brushed up against him in her exertions. He loved the contrast, however, and the hardness of her body made him feel comfortable and safe enough to fully surrender himself to the sensations his immense-yet-tender lover was generating in his straining cock.

All too soon Zaza could feel him ready to pop, so she quickly slipped him out from between her tits and slid him into her mouth, working his shaft with a broad, muscled hand that dwarfed his cock by comparison, and seconds later she was rewarded with another carby snack that she could burn for more muscle in her next workout.

As her nerd recovered from his orgasmic release, however, Zaza felt her stomach growling again. Her tasty mouthful of cum had only reminded her body of just how many calories she required now.

She also took the opportunity provided by his recovery to appreciate the increasingly threadbare strips of clothing covering her broad swaths of skin as she put her tiny makeshift bra back on. Even if she couldn’t care about what others thought about her appearance, she’d still need new clothes as well, if only for her own comfort.

Once Norm’s eyes were properly focusing again, Zaza told him he was taking her shopping, and the still-dazed nerd could only agree with his powerful new lover’s assertion.

Zaza’s first stop was the supermarket, where she used Norm’s credit card to stock his fridge with leafy greens, beans, rice, and the largest, cheapest cuts of meat she could find.

After a quick, protein-rich lunch that finally relieved Zaza’s new body’s need for decent nutrition, she took her nerd to the mall, where he bought her all of the supplements she’d need at the health food store before they turned their attention to clothing.

It occurred to Zaza that she had inadvertently succeeded in getting a man to pay for everything she needed, though the utilitarian nature of all of her purchases wasn’t lost on her, and it was all so that she could work harder to better serve Norm’s needs.

Speaking of Norm, by this point Zaza’s introverted partner was starting to get overwhelmed from being out in public for so long as he followed her around, so once they got inside the sporting goods store Zaza grabbed a handful of the largest sports bras and workout tights she could find off the racks before cloistering Norm and herself inside the handicap fitting room so that there’d be space enough for the two of them.

There she recharged Norm’s batteries, first by treating him to a striptease wherein she effortlessly ripped off the remaining rags of her dress, leaving her demigoddess-esque physique posed in all of its fully naked glory before him for the first time. Zaza felt herself becoming more and more turned on as her nerd’s eyes took their time roaming hungrily over the entirety of her broad form, his gaze tracing its way up her thickly-muscled arms, resting for an extended period on her toned torso and massive, gravity-defying tits, and taking in her solid, powerful thighs before finally settling with growing interest on the fascinating folds glistening with physical arousal between her legs.

It was clear that Norm was utterly captivated by her body; Zaza couldn’t help but be grateful that the Juice had done its work so well.

It was also clear that Norm had never seen a vagina in person before, but, as expected, Zaza only found his inexperience all the more charming. Yes, that’s for you too, eventually, the titillating titan giggled to herself, before sinking to her knees once more, unzipping her needy man’s tented pants, and pulling his erect penis out into the open air in the middle of their spacious fitting room.

She quickly ran a hand between her naked legs before gently wrapping her fingers around his comparatively small cock, coating it with her slick, viscous juices as she began to slide her hand up and down his shaft.

Norm just leaned back against the wall, again marveling at his luck as his busy mind once again blanked with enjoyment. All of a sudden his eyes shot open wide with surprise, however - Zaza had begun using the fingertips of her other hand to play with his ballsack, and the sensations surging through his cock suddenly got even more intense. It was more than he could take; he was already going to cum again.

Oddly, Norm hadn’t felt embarrassed at cumming so soon under Zaza’s ministrations. He embraced the pleasurable urge washing over him, somehow knowing that Zaza didn’t care about how long he lasted. She was genuinely interested in his pleasure, and so he naturally allowed himself to feel it, even if it meant that he popped off faster than a champagne bottle in a centrifuge.

Zaza placed the very tip of his cock between her lips as she continued to work his shaft, and in seconds his member was jerking, dumping yet another load of his creamy workout fuel into her mouth.

While Norm recovered from emptying his balls yet again, Zaza treated him to a fashion show of skintight, figure-hugging sports bras and workout tights, and between each outfit he was again privy to a private viewing of Zaza’s fully-nude, Olympian physique.

She ultimately settled on a half-dozen sets, choosing a pair of dark gray tights with pink highlights and a matching sports bra top to wear out of the store. Her old self felt a small burst of satisfied pleasure as Norm once again paid for everything. Her new self was satisfied that she was more than giving him his money’s worth.

They finally returned to Norm’s apartment and got to work, him on his computer and her scavenging his apartment for objects she could use as makeshift weights for the workout she desperately craved after hours of inactivity.

She considered having her cute little sugar daddy buy her some real weights, before remembering that he apparently didn’t make much money at all, and that her purchases that day had probably already significantly dented her poor man’s funds.

Still, it was hard to feel disheartened at her fate while her heart was busy tumbling in the addicting throes of puppy love, and it didn’t hurt that Norm’s mere presence constantly threatened to soak her new workout tights with arousal, and so Zaza uncomplainingly got back to the laborious process of maintaining her superhuman physique.

For the rest of the evening, the odd couple single-mindedly pursued their individual goals, near each other but in effectively separate worlds, their labor only punctuated by Zaza’s frequent compulsion to cause, and then relieve, sexual tension in her perpetually horny nerd.

Norm was effectively insatiable; he came quickly and frequently, apparently trying his best to make up for years of sexual isolation by getting his rocks off as often as he could.

Though Zaza once again had to force Norm to go to bed that evening, pulling up her sports bra to let her massive breasts drop into view proved persuasive, and Norm allowed himself to be lifted in one of Zaza’s massive arms and carried off to the bedroom, squeezing and sucking on her enormous breast the whole way while Zaza’s other hand stroked his stiff little cock encouragingly.

As the powerful giantess gently lay her small mate on the bed, they both knew that this time was different. Zaza was about to make Norm a man.

She quickly stripped off his pants, and he lay there on his back, cock pointed directly at the ceiling and twitching in anticipation as Zaza peeled off her own leggings, leaving her sex once again exposed and glistening as the Juice’s effects prepared Elizabeth’s large, powerful body to finally receive the dick of the small man she had imprinted on.

Zaza quickly straddled Norm, impatient to consummate their relationship, her broad, hard body towering over his as the other soft parts of her physique, her delicate, sensitive labia and welcoming vagina, finally brushed against Norm’s aching cock.

His eyes opened wide at the contact and Zaza knew she was in danger of going too far too fast, so she quickly leaned forward, burying Norm in her soft, heavy tits to distract him while she lined up his straining cock with her own demanding entrance.

Buried in tits or not, feeling the tip of his cock squeeze through Zaza’s slick folds was more than Norm could take, and he went off like a firehose, his member jerking spastically between Zaza’s labia as his sexual tension erupted into her.

Zaza’s own powerful need had been growing relentlessly for over a day, not having received the frequent release her lover had, and the sensation of her irresistible man’s cock finally busting his nut inside her sent her over the edge as well, and she slammed her pussy down on his cock as it began to clench. She felt her lover’s orgasm continuing unabated, his cock jerking desperately deep within, and a low-pitched moan of carnal satisfaction rumbled its way out of her broad chest as her powerful hands tightened on the headboard, splintering the wood with the force of the coiled muscles clenching in involuntary ecstasy all over her huge body.

It seemed that Norm was already asleep by the time she pulled herself off him, amazed at the apparently endless amount of jizz her new lover could produce as it dripped out of her. She prepared to get up and retreat to the sofa again, but as she silently moved to get off the bed, Norm’s hand locked onto her thick forearm with as much of a steel grip as the small nerd was capable of.

“Stay.”

So she did.

Zaza woke up with her broad body wrapped around Norm’s, the serving spoon to his tiny teaspoon.

Her body was so much wider than his that he was effectively sheltered in a cave of rock-like muscle as she wrapped herself around him, with the exception of his head, which was comfortably cradled in her soft, pillowy tits.

Now that she was awake, Zaza once more embraced her constant sexual pull toward her man’s small, virile body, and it wasn’t long before she was compelled to snake a thickly muscled arm around him and gently rub the tip of a thick forefinger along the underside of Norm’s cock, which soon hardened as Norm’s dreams filled with sexy muscle mommies obsessed with servicing his dick.

Zaza continued her reach-around, gently massaging Norm’s frenulum, driving him closer and closer to realizing his wet dream. As his cock began to stiffen and Norm began to quietly moan in his sleep, Zaza swept him up in her arms and sucked his cock into her wet mouth, causing Norm to reflexively provide her rumbling tummy with spurt after spurt of his sweet caloric reward.

In the meantime, Norm slowly drifted into consciousness from the intensely pleasurable sensation of having his balls drained, and his dreams became reality in the best possible way as he was sucked dry by his own real-life Amazon that put the wettest of his dreams to shame.

They were only allowed a brief period to enjoy each other’s post-coital company, unfortunately, because that day was Monday, which meant that Norm had to go in to work.

After Zaza’s massive breakfast, Norm put on his usual nerdy dress shirt and slacks, and Zaza squeezed her massive bulk into the most formal-looking set of workout tights she had picked up the previous day, a dark gray pair of capri tights and a blue and gray tank top that gave her massive chest a tasteful amount of cleavage. Her legs bulged through the skin-tight material, and her massive delts and arms erupted out the sides of the tank top like sprouting redwoods.

At Zaza’s insistence, Norm led her to the giant, cookie-cutter cube of glass and steel where he worked.

As they entered the lobby, security immediately approached and stopped them at the door. “Who’s she?” The guard gestured up at Zaza, already feeling uncomfortable and slightly emasculated at the way she towered over him.

"His girlfriend.” Norm’s eyes widened in surprise at the assertion, especially because Zaza had never spoken to him about any sort of personal relationship, but he found it oddly comforting that she’d taken the initiative, relieving him of any future pressure to do so himself. Plus, he couldn’t deny that he did like being with her, and not just because she was gorgeous and sexually insatiable.

“Significant others aren’t allowed inside,” was the rote response, but the light tremor in the guard’s voice told Zaza all she needed to know.

“I’m also his chief of security,” Zaza continued forcefully. She stepped forward, flexing the massive arms crossed under her surprisingly tasty tits in the confused security guard’s face. “You don't have a problem with that.” It wasn't a question.

“No ma’am,” the security guard answered anyway, unable to decide whether he should keep his gaze on the massive woman’s plump breasts or on the intimidating pythons supporting them. “Just doing my job, ma’am. Go on through.”

Norm brought her to his office, which was little more than a broom closet, and Zaza stationed herself behind Norm while he got to work, preparing herself for a long day of boredom as she stood guard for her nerd. At least she’d be able to glean a bit more info about Norm’s job and interests as he worked.

In the meantime, word was quickly spreading through the company about Zaza’s arrival, and, remembering the trouble she’d caused at the party a few nights before by abruptly absconding with their star nerd, the company execs called an emergency meeting to make a plan to deal with her. The last thing they needed was some muscle-bound bimbo tramp taking too close a gander at their golden goose.

They hatched a plan to get Norm away from her just long enough to force him to sign a ludicrous amended contract that forbade personal relationships that the board determined were improper, at their sole discretion of course.

So, they provided Zaza with all of the electrolyte-laden sports drinks she could drink, and while Zaza was suspicious at the welcome she was receiving, she couldn’t turn down the opportunity to charge her power-hungry body, and before she knew it, she was telling Norm to stay put while she headed to the restroom for a minute.

Just at that moment, a team of execs came around the corner and whisked Norm away to the top-floor conference room.

When Zaza returned two minutes later to find Norm’s office empty, she immediately realized what must have happened and flew into a rage, taking the stairs four at a time on her way to the top floor, where she figured they would be hiding her beloved nerd.

Upon exiting the stairwell and finding her way to the conference room barred by a locked pair of heavy wooden doors, Zaza coldly snapped the handle off and entered.

She was greeted with the silence that had immediately spread itself through the room at the loud snap of the handle’s separation from the wood of the door, and quickly took in the sight of one half of a long conference table filled with smarmy businessmen, while Norm was left sitting alone on the other end, cowering in fear and discomfort as a gold fountain pen trembled above an as-yet-unsigned document.

“I’m sorry, ah… Miss, but this is a private meeting.”

Zaza’s biceps tightened with her rage, not just at the knowledge that they were trying to take Norm from her, but also at the way they were taking advantage of her darling in general. It wasn’t right, and she was going to do something about it.

She glared at their perfectly-tailored suits, well aware of the superficially muscled physiques many of them were hiding underneath, just another manifestation of the fakeness that permeated their existences. Zaza was the only one in this room who knew what real work was.

Except for her lovely Norm, of course. He did more work before breakfast than everyone here put together, Zaza included. She allowed herself to look fondly over his noodly arms, feeling her body begin to burn once more at just how sexually drawn to him she was. She’d definitely need to have some fun with him after this.

But first, to work. She had to earn her nonexistent paycheck, after all.

Finally she turned her attention back to the execs, returning their looks of smug superiority with one of her own.

“Where Norm goes, I go. You're happy about this for three reasons.”

“Oh, I can’t wait to hear this,” one of the junior officers huffed flippantly.

Zaza silently walked over to Norm and ripped the contract in half without so much as glancing at it, before patting him reassuringly on the arm. She refocused her glare on the CEO.

“Your plans don't work without Norm. You know this. I know this. Now, Norm knows this too. You will give Norm a good contract, or I will leave. If I leave, Norm will leave with me, and will not come back.”

As she stared him down, Zaza briefly wondered where he was keeping the blonde bimbo who had imprinted on him at the fundraiser the other night. There was nothing Zaza could do to save her from a life spent worshiping this asshole’s cock, of course, but at least she could put him in his place for once.

The CEO cackled at her. “I hate to burst your bubble, whoever you are, but Norm here has already signed an indefinite non-compete agreement. If he leaves, he’ll never work in this industry again!”

“Nor will you.”

The CEO began to sputter.

“When the project dies, your investors will learn their bridge loan leads to nowhere. They will revolt. No more money. No more second chances. Bankruptcy. No more office, status, pay for your useless party-boy friends. You will be responsible for driving the company to ruin. Your failure will be notorious. You will be outcast. Radioactive.”

Zaza turned a loving glance on Norm.

“Norm is not like you. Norm is brilliant, diligent, will be productive in any field he chooses. Norm can return to academia and help the whole world. Or, Norm can fly eighteen hours to numerous companies that will gladly violate your non-compete. You are short-sighted. They are not. Norm has options. You do not.”

The man’s face was purple with rage. Zaza stared at him coldly and continued.

“Why do you treat Norm this way? I know why: you are jealous. Norm is smarter. He works harder. He is a better man than you are. You know this too, and your frat-house can’t handle that much emasculation from someone who does not look or act like you. So, you are mean to him. You take advantage of him to feel better about your mediocrity. But, you are only jocks, picking on the nerd. High school bullies larping in expensive business suits.”

“You need Norm. Norm does not need you. You have two choices: give Norm all that he deserves, retroactively, and keep making the money your greedy hearts crave. Or, I leave, Norm leaves, and he makes that money for someone else, while all you have built crumbles around you.

“You get one chance. I do not negotiate. If I do not like the contract, we leave. Now, whose corner office will we take over while we wait for your offer?”

The CEO’s sour expression could have curdled milk, but Zaza just met his impotent stare until he finally submitted, dropped his gaze, and pointed down the table at one of the VPs.

After getting his name, Zaza gently took Norm by the hand and started to lead him to the door.

“Wait, that was only one reason! What were the other two reasons?” the same junior officer suddenly piped up from the back.

Zaza crossed her arms, allowing her two massive biceps to flex to their fullest intimidating shape. “One. Two. We’re done here. You will leave Norm alone, and let him make you lots of money.”

A chorus of satisfying “Yes ma’am”s echoed down the table.

Without another word, Zaza motioned to Norm to leave the room, and she made sure to dutifully follow behind him until she ducked safely out of the boardroom, whereupon she immediately scooped her nerd up in her arms and whisked him off to his new corner office.

She knew he had to be drained after his ordeal, and could probably use a distraction. Zaza, in contrast, could feel her blood boiling from all of the confrontation, and all of that heat was quickly becoming a burning need to feel Norm’s dick inside her again, so Zaza’s Perfect Girlfriend Juice-affected body could think of no better way to recharge her irresistibly attractive nerd than with sex.

Not to mention, oxytocin was an incredibly important hormone for muscle regeneration, and she had woken up this morning feeling fantastic after her orgasm last night. As Zaza stripped off her exhausted Norm’s pants and boxers, she made a mental note to make sure that she got herself off with her lover at least four times a day to keep her levels high. That meant she’d need to get by with a bit less of his tasty cum, but that was only until Norm discovered how much he enjoyed being suffocated between her massive thighs.

Norm may have been too tired from his ordeal to resist his new girlfriend’s efforts, but his dick was very interested in what she was doing, and she soon had him ready to go once again in her arms. It was remarkable how quickly Norm perked back up once his body was flooded with sex hormones, and by the time Zaza had gently laid him on the thickly-carpeted floor and crouched over him, he was erect and ready to go.

After not being able to work out that morning, Zaza figured this was the perfect time for a demanding session of squats, and appreciated the contrast between the hard muscles of her legs tightening in her crouch and the softness of her pussy as her arousal loosened and opened her labia, eager to receive him again. As she approached the nadir of her squat, she shook with need as she felt Norm’s cock begin to slide effortlessly inside her.

Norm lay back and watched his gargantuan lover, noting how much larger she was as her hard physique towered over him like a vaguely woman-shaped boulder, loving the contrasting sensation of slowly sinking into her silky, feminine pussy until Zaza allowed her rock-hard buttocks to gently rest against his thighs, nestling him deep inside.

Once she was sure he’d gotten his fill of the initial sensation of penetration, Zaza tightened the thick cords of her powerful quads, bringing her upper legs parallel with the floor in air chair position and allowing Norm to slide out of her until just the tip was left buried in her hot entrance, before relaxing her legs and slowly welcoming the full length of his dick once again.

Zaza was briefly surprised that Norm was lasting so long. It seemed that the anxiety of the meeting had taken more out of him than she’d thought, but it was clear that he was increasingly enjoying his convalescence, and it wasn’t long before the pleasure got the better of him.

She leaned over him as she had the night before, giving him a faceful of the heavy chest-mounds that he loved so much, which abruptly caused him to go off like a geyser deep inside her once again as she rocked her hips back and forth, coaxing more and more of the stress out of his small body.

Once he was fully spent, Zaza picked up her diminutive lover and redressed him in his khakis before carrying him over to sit herself down on the expensive leather couch of his new office, cradling Norm in her massive arms.

He was looking up at her with wonder and confusion. “Why are you doing all of this for me?”

“I told you. I like you, and you need me. And, you deserve it.”

Norm abruptly reached up and cradled her angular cheek in his hand, before pulling her face down toward his into a clumsy, unpracticed kiss.

“Zaza, I think I, uh, l-l-l-love you…” he stammered to his sexual partner and bodyguard of two days, and the blue-haired giant smiled broadly and kissed him back. “I love you too.”

“Really though, I honestly don’t know how to thank you,” Norm continued once the moment had passed and Zaza had lowered him onto the couch beside her.

“Well,” Zaza considered, “the day I met you, believe it or not, I was desperately looking for a sugar daddy. So, now that you’ll finally be getting what you deserve, would you be interested in footing the bill for my extravagant bodybuilding lifestyle, while I pay you back with all of the mind-blowing sex your puny little body can handle?”

“That sounds nice. Will you… take care of me?”

“I promise.”

As soon as Trina had noticed that the Perfect Girlfriend Juice was missing, she had prepared herself to be shocked the next time she saw her mom, but even so, nothing could have prepared her for Zaza and Norm’s arrival home that evening.

After Trina had come to terms with her mom’s new body, Zaza introduced her much older daughter to a confused but amiable Norm, and then filled Trina in on the events of the past few days.

“See, I told you I’d find a man,” Zaza laughed as she nonchalantly hammer-curled her old exercise bike.

“And I told you that you’d have to work for it!” the bombshell milf retorted. She was glowing herself, fresh off a recent visit from Tyler, and Zaza noticed that her curves had grown even more outlandish since she’d last seen her.

She’s certainly got her work cut out for her keeping a horny young stud like him satisfied, Zaza thought to herself. She expected herself to stay pretty much as she was, since Norm seemed perfectly satisfied with her body as-is. Still, she couldn’t help but be happy to see her daughter so fulfilled, even if her young man’s tastes, and therefore Trina’s physical and mental characteristics, would likely fluctuate on a near-daily basis going forward.

Norm was true to his word, and with his new salary was more than able to keep the bills paid. Zaza still accompanied him to work everyday, though the higher-ups had been cowed enough to allow Norm to do his work in peace.

Even so, Norm frequently found himself socially exhausted from the in-person demands of his job. Whenever that happened, Zaza was happy to literally carry him off into the privacy of his corner office, where she could indulge in her need to recharge her cute little nerd’s batteries and blow his mind in the process.

And for his part, Norm never took Zaza for granted, always looking fondly back on the day that his Amazonian goddess of a girlfriend had appeared from nowhere to make his fantasies reality.

Author's Note: Standard disclaimer applies: this story contains fictional depictions of erotic scenarios, so act accordingly! All characters are at least eighteen, all situations are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to any real-life individuals or situations is entirely coincidental. Copyright Fidget, all rights reserved. Enjoy!

Perfect Girlfriend Juice

by Fidget

Chapter 4: Tracy's Mom

Tracy had the biggest crush on Tyler, and she was pretty sure he felt the same way about her. Tyler was a bit short at only 5'6", but he had that slim young teen heartthrob vibe, and that just made him seem even cuter to the slightly shorter, petite Tracy. Both were eighteen, lived in the same subdivision, and had just finished their senior year in high school, but while Tracy had been crushing on him since she was a freshman, it was only in the past month or so that Tyler had started finding more and more excuses to come over to her house, to Tracy's giddy delight.

It had all started when Tyler had begun mowing lawns in their neighborhood earlier that spring for some extra cash. The normally shy Tracy had convinced herself to slip into a one-piece bathing suit and set up shop on a reclining chair on her back patio, ostensibly to tan, from which she pointedly feigned a cool indifference toward the object of her affections as his shiny, sinewy body walked back and forth across her lawn, growing ever closer to her bare arms and legs with each pass.

He didn't seem to take much notice of her, to Tracy's chagrin, and to make matters worse her mother had appeared, fresh out of the shower and wearing nothing but a towel. Tracy wanted to crawl into a hole and die as her practically naked mother unfairly criticized her beloved's hard work before turning a sly look on Tracy herself, fully aware of what Tracy was doing since she'd never tanned a day in her life, before dragging her embarrassingly voluptuous curves back into the dimly lit house like some sort of monstrous cave-troll.

Afterward, however, Tracy's fortunes seemed to have reversed completely, and whether out of sympathy with Tracy or just out of having finally been made aware of her presence in the first place, she was excited to realize that Tyler was now taking frequent brief glances up toward the house, craning his neck in what had to be an attempt to see her body better. So, Tracy arched her back a bit and stretched her arms over her head to reward him, shocked at her own uncharacteristic forwardness, but finally bathing in the addictive attention of her beau.

Apparently Tyler had liked what he'd seen, and over the next few months Tracy's yard was treated to twice as many mowings as any other house in the neighborhood, and Tyler kept finding excuses to come over and do other odd jobs around the house as well, even at reduced wages when Tracy's mom complained about how much she was paying him. Even worse, her mom always found an opportunity to come out and criticize his work, and frequently did so wearing the tight, low-cut tops and heavy makeup she had taken to wearing recently, meaning that Tracy had to watch Tyler be constantly subjected to an embarrassing amount of her mom's curvy, mature body.

Tracy's dad had walked out on them a few years before, and though the divorce settlement had left them with a comfortable few million to live off in addition to her mom's own modest income, Tracy's mom's unrealistically high standard of living meant that their finances had slowly dwindled. As a result, the brazenness of her mom's fashion choices had grown as well, to the point where her constant desperate attempts to seduce handsome young tech millionaires into being her new sugar daddy meant that each time Tyler came over she was inadvertently showing him more and more of her large freckled breasts and thick, surprisingly toned thighs and hips encased in skin-tight leggings.

Still, Tyler never complained to Tracy about her mom's embarrassing lack of modesty, and Tracy was flattered by the lengths her crush was willing to go through to see her, so she always made sure she was in her lawn chair wearing her one piece when he came over, so that the experience would be worth putting up with her mom.

Tracy knew he wasn't interested in the money, of course. He was interested in her. And so she impulsively decided one day that she would find some of the Perfect Girlfriend Juice she'd heard about on the internet so that she could properly reward all of his efforts. She knew that it would change her, that it would irrevocably transform her into Tyler's Perfect Girlfriend, whatever that happened to be, but that's what she wanted to happen. Her beloved Tyler deserved no less than perfection, and Tracy was determined to make sure that he got it.

It had been surprisingly easy to find, and a few days later she was holding her small, cylindrical aluminum guarantee that she and Tyler would be perfect for each other forever.

And so, when Tyler texted to ask if he could come over to hang by the pool Tracy took his request as solid evidence that he finally intended to make a move, and this was even further confirmed when he asked if her mom had gotten back from her business trip yet. Clearly Tyler wanted the two of them to be alone together, and Tracy was more than ready to make it happen. She told him that her mom was back, but that the pool was still pretty secluded by the bushes in her backyard, and so he should definitely come over anyway. And, in a further stroke of luck, her mom had left to go shopping as soon as Tracy had hung up, guaranteeing that they'd have the whole afternoon to themselves.

Tracy wanted to make an impression on Tyler when she joined him by the pool, and wanted to up the ante from the one-pieces she'd been wearing, but she didn't have any bikinis of her own. So, she borrowed one of her mom's instead even though it was much too large for her, tightening the straps as much as possible even though it still left most of her small B-cups almost completely visible inside the giant cups that usually held her mom's enormous double Ds.

Finally ready, she popped open the Perfect Girlfriend Juice and took a moment to enjoy the anticipation of her looming transformation before chugging as much of the tangy, mildly carbonated sports drink as she could.

Immediately she began to feel a bit strange as a new, unexpectedly powerful yearning began to grow within her. Oh good, it's taking effect, she reflected dreamily to herself as her thoughts began to turn toward just how yummy boys were. She tried to keep her mind focused on Tyler out of the ardor and purity of her love for him, but almost immediately her thin veneer of adolescent fascination was washed away by a much deeper, primal need to be in the presence of a man, any man. Tyler would do fine, of course, since his masculine words and whims were just as capable of molding and directing the raw sexual potential building up inside her as any other male of her species, but Tracy knew that if she happened to see another guy before she made her way to Tyler, she wouldn't be able to resist turning herself into their devoted Perfect Girlfriend instead.

Any metaphorical parallels between the capricious nature of her schoolgirl crush on Tyler and the ease with which she had been convinced to forget about him entirely were lost on Tracy, but it was too late anyway, and she had no choice but to go along with the Juice's compulsions, growing more and more desperate to find a man to bind herself to and discover the answer to the question suddenly burning within her.

Soon, Tracy couldn't help but go in search of what she needed, counting herself lucky that Tyler was likely already out back, not because she cared which guy turned her into a sex-obsessed, walking wet dream at this point, of course, but because he was likely the closest person who could.

She found him sitting by the pool, as expected, talking on his phone. She quietly snuck up behind him, her characteristic timid nature yet unchanged even as she was irresistibly drawn to his presence under the influence of the Juice.

"Yeah, I'm over at Tracy's again... What? No, Tracy's nice and all, but I definitely don't like her. I'm here for her mom, man. Have you seen her? Such a milf."

Her mom? Something about that didn't seem right, and a feeling of unease began to filter through her haze of Juice-induced desire and curiosity, even as Tracy's thoughts greedily latched onto the idea that her mom might be Tyler's Perfect Girlfriend and her body eagerly prepared itself to grow and swell and mature.

Still, she couldn't help but feel a bit miffed nonetheless. Tyler was supposed to be coming over because he liked her, not the curvy, unabashed sexuality of her milfy mom! If Tracy had known, she never would have drunk that stupid Perfect Girlfriend Juice in the first place! But Tyler was talking again, and Tracy couldn't help but focus all of her concentration on his words, hoping that he'd drop another hint about what sort of woman he'd want to fuck so that she'd have no choice but to become exactly that sort of woman.

"I mean, I wouldn't turn Tracy down, even if she's a bit quiet and petite and stuff, but her mom's just so much hotter! Like, have you seen those tits?? I was over here cutting grass like a month ago and she came out with just a towel on! Ever since, I'm over here every chance I get, man, and you know you would be too! And she's definitely a total slut. I can tell she likes me from the way she stares, and she keeps wearing skimpier stuff when I'm around, showing her body off to me and all...

"Of course I'd fuck her! I'm telling you man, if her tits were bigger, and if she were even sluttier and had a thing for younger guys, she'd literally be the perfect woman! ... What? No, I wouldn't mind dating an older woman - that just means more experience! I could just let her take charge, show me a thing or two..."

All the while Tracy was hiding in the bushes, drinking in his words as the Juice successfully persuaded her own mind and body to reflect them. Of course Tyler wanted to fuck her mom. What red-blooded male wouldn't? Suddenly the thought of being just like her mother, but even bustier and sluttier, seemed like the hottest thing in the world to Tracy. She knew that she should be absolutely horrified at how appealing that idea was becoming to her, but that knowledge paled in comparison to how much the Juice was making her want it, and so Tracy began to change.

Her mom had always been tall at almost 6 feet, and as Tracy's head began to press into the limbs of the bushes above her, she joyfully realized that she was about to share that same trait, if not exceed it. Her hips began to widen to replicate the mature thickness her mother's figure had taken on after her own birth, before surpassing it entirely as her thighs simultaneously swelled with toned muscle along with a healthy amount of nice, soft, jiggly fat. Tracy had always liked her petite frame, but all it had taken to change that fact was a few throwaway sentences from her former crush, and now she was incredibly eager to experience her mom's voluptuous mommy curves being inflicted on her own body.

She felt her chest finally beginning to deform and distend inside the empty cups of her mother's bikini top, swelling out from the small, perky young Bs riding high on her chest to heavy mommy milkers even larger than her own mother's. They looked as she might expect her mom's to look if she'd gotten herself knocked up again and pumped out a couple more kids, sagging a bit from their sheer size and weight but so full and soft and swollen that they retained their protruding rounded shape nonetheless, capped with large, dark areolas and nipples thick like Rollos. Tracy knew that they were perfect for letting Tyler know just how much of a mature and experienced milf she was, while also evoking the mental image of the massive pornstar tits she knew he had in mind when talking about how much bigger he wished her mom's tits were. She could feel herself becoming a busty cougar out of Tyler's wildest wet dreams, and she couldn't wait to use her mature new body to make his dick all big and hard for her.

At this thought Tracy felt her arousal beginning to spiral out of control, her body filling with ravenous sexual need as her pussy swelled up fatter and fatter, knowing that Tyler's words were currently turning her into a giant slut but welcoming her new complete lack of inhibitions nonetheless. God she needed a cock pounding her soft, sloppy pussy right now, especially if that cock belonged to a virile young stud like Tyler. It once again briefly occurred to her how disgusted she should be that she'd been turned into a pornographic version of her own mother against her will, but the truth was that Tracy had never felt so happy in her life. Or so horny.

Time to put this body to work, Mommy Tracy thought hungrily to herself, and stepped her towering, curvaceous body out of the bushes, surprised at how natural the extra weight packed into the now-tiny bikini felt hanging off her jiggly frame. She had absentmindedly loosened the straps as she had swelled, loving the feeling of her body filling it and conforming to its ever-shrinking constraints, until her mother's significantly smaller cup size did more to reveal Tracy's own obscene curves than hide them.

"Oh shit dude, I think she's here! I gotta go!" she heard Tyler hiss into the phone before hanging up and whipping his head around.

"Hi, I'm, um, Trina, Tracy's mom's older sister!" Tracy fibbed, knowing how bad the impromptu lie had to sound even as she came up with it. Her mom didn't even have a sister, for one thing, but Tracy's overwhelming sexual desire for Tyler had severely restricted her mental bandwidth. "I've heard so much about you!" she gushed, sinking on to the lawn chair beside him and pulling him over into a tight hug. She let the astonished young man sink against her curves and rest his face on the naked skin of her soft, jiggly right breast, still poorly encased in the bikini top she knew she'd be shedding minutes later. She held him there for far too long, pressing him into her massive cleavage as she gently stroked his hair, giving him the milf treatment she knew he'd dreamed about.

"My sister Amy told me what a handsome young man you were, but I wasn't expecting you to be this handsome," Tracy purred flirtily when she finally released him, squeezing his arm and looking him up and down as though she'd never seen him before. "If I were a few years younger, well, I might be tempted to let you take advantage of me!"

"That's, um, very nice of you, Mrs...." Tyler stammered as his bravado from seconds before crumbled at being confronted with exactly what he'd said he wanted. Tracy's mom's sister was somehow even hotter than Tracy's mom, and as he tried and failed to avoid staring at the massive mound of flesh pressing against his entire upper arm he felt his dick beginning to stir inside his swim trunks.

"It's Ms.," Tracy said, giving him a knowing wink as she squeezed her massive, new-yet-oddly-familiar tits together between her forearms, relishing the hungry look on Tyler's face even as his cheeks began to burn with self-conscious embarrassment. "I'm still looking for my Prince Charming. Someone who could really appreciate all that I have to... offer." She squirmed in her own overpowering arousal as his eyes traveling up and down her curvy form at what her words implied. It was funny - Tracy could remember thinking that her mom's voluptuous figure was gross and old less than an hour ago, but now, being even more obscenely curvy herself and knowing that this was exactly what Tyler wanted, she couldn't help but think that there couldn't possibly be a sexier body type in the world.

"Say, Tyler," she continued, seizing the moment offered by his roaming eyes and pumping hormones to risk being a bit more direct. All of her shyness seemed to have evaporated alongside her youth and inexperience, and now that what she and Tyler both wanted was within her grasp, she was more than willing to seize the opportunity. "I've heard of young men having crushes on older women," she said as she gently placed a hand on his thigh and began to lightly stroke. "Have you ever experienced anything like that, Tyler?"

He gulped and nodded, his eyes still not having made it up past her chest ever since her hug had enveloped him in her enormous breasts. Tracy glanced down and saw the bulge growing a few inches away from where her hand was stroking. God she loved watching young men get turned on by her body like this. They were so hormonal, their bodies wanted sex so badly, and Tracy loved how easy it was to turn them on and and make them give her what she wanted.

"Do you think I'm pretty, Tyler?" Tracy purred at the same instant that she allowed her finger to gently brush against his shaft for the first time, watching his eyes widen in surprise and lust as his cock throbbed against her. He nodded again.

"That's good." She used her free hand to reach behind her back and unclasp her bikini as she continued rhythmically brushing her fingers against his twitching cock, her actions instinctual and irresistible due to the Perfect Girlfriend Juice still running hot through her veins. "I just feel so comfortable around you for some reason, Tyler, like I could just completely open myself up to you." She punctuated this statement by opening her thick thighs a bit wider, and was rewarded with his glance dropping momentarily to her crotch as his dick pulsed once again in her hand.

"I think we should get to know each other a bit better." She finally allowed her bikini straps to fall down her shoulders, fully revealing her chest to him. "I think you'll find that I have nothing to hide."

Tyler stared slack-jawed as her mommy milkers suddenly bounced out into the open in all their glory. Tracy hefted them for him, pinching and rolling her thick nipples between her finger and thumb to make them all hard and puffy before offering them to the delighted young man.

"It's fine, you can touch them. I know you want to."

Tyler instinctively reached to do just that, before his upbringing and the reality of the situation came crashing down on him, and he pulled his hand back in uncertainty.

"Mrs... um, are you sure we should be doing this?" he asked, but Tracy impatiently swung a long leg over his torso and straddled him in answer, putting her swollen, heavy tits right in his face for him to play with. Tyler immediately forgot his reservations and began reflexively hefting and stroking them, enjoying how surprisingly soft yet weighty and solid they felt in his hands, like large bags of sand. They felt even better than he'd dreamed they would.

Tracy loved how gentle and tentative he was being, how nervous he was about what he was doing even as his teen hormones drove him to touch and caress her hypersexual body. She found it endlessly amusing knowing that within fifteen minutes she'd have him gripping and squeezing and slobbering and sucking on her veiny hooters like his life depended on it.

Even so, she briefly glanced around nonetheless, glad that though they were in the middle of the backyard, none of the neighbors could see in. Thank goodness for fences, and for her mom going shopping! Tracy could feel Tyler's hard dick pressing against her labia through their thin swimsuits, nestling into the gap of the puffy, swollen cameltoe the Juice had given her early-middle-aged body. She began to slowly rub herself against him while he was distracted with her chest, enjoying feeling him intermittently twitch against her pussy as the sensations of her gentle dry-humping ran through his sensitive dick.

"We can stop if you want to. Do you want to stop, Tyler?" she asked, briefly slowing her pace even further in what almost seemed like a threat. He vehemently shook his head, though his greedy mouth never left her thick nipple in the process. Tracy grinned and resumed rubbing her sex against his.

She loved how much larger and older she was than Tyler, how her body fully covered his smaller frame, how she was already threatening to bury him in soft flesh before she had even begun enveloping his dick. She felt powerful, she felt wanted, and even though she could sense Tyler's own unrecognized power in the insistent need of the masculinity throbbing against her receptive entrance, she derived endless satisfaction from the knowledge that she was the one in control, able to engulf and direct and release that masculinity according to her own whims.

Tracy felt that it was time to make that metaphor reality, so she reached underneath herself and pulled his swim trunks down, taking the opportunity to pull her thong aside to give him access as she did so, and was rewarded with the silky softness of her fat, swollen vulva and loose labia sliding directly against the skin of his cock for the first time. Tracy wasn't sure of how tight milfs' pussies were supposed to be, but she knew that hers was as slick and juicy and welcoming as Tyler could ever want, perfect to effortlessly sink himself into, to make his hard cock all nice and deliciously slick as he stroked himself to completion against her soft fleshy walls.

She seemed to have been correct in her assessment, and grinned in satisfaction as the suction of his mouth against her swollen teat increased and he gave a deep, throaty moan. Meanwhile Tracy continued to slowly and seductively grind against him, feeling her loose folds gently caressing and wrapping seductively around his cock, knowing just how much he was enjoying the new sensations now that nothing separated his dick from her pussy.

Mommy Tracy wanted his first time to be memorable, of course, and she continued her pussyjob, sliding herself against him with less and less friction each time as the copious lubrication from her gushing pussy coated him and readied him for penetration. With each pass, she slid a bit further up his body and leaned a bit further forward, both to bring her clit into contact with his shaft as well as to open herself for him, pressing her tits harder against his torso until she was practically dragging the entirety of her massive chest against his smaller frame with each movement. The overwhelming sensations were all completely new to Tyler's susceptible male body, and the slick friction of her textured lips against his slippery shaft was already threatening to prove too much for him.

Finally, almost unexpectedly, instead of sliding tantalizingly along her pussy as Tracy slid back down his body, the glistening tip of his dick popped over the edge of her entrance, and he slid smoothly inside her for the first time. Tracy stared intensely at the young man's face as his eyes widened at the pleasure, slowly sinking herself further and further onto him until he was buried up to the hilt.

"Does that feel nice?" Tracy cooed, letting him soak for a few seconds before she started moving again. Tyler could only nod as he continued to grope and suckle her tits with helpless need, buried under his former friend's soft curves on the straining patio chair. The fear was still present in his eyes, but there was also a frowning intensity, the meaning of which Tracy knew all too well thanks to the years of sexual experience the Juice had given her. That was another thing she now loved about young men - how easy it was to get them to pop inside of her. Far from being a turnoff, however, making them lose control so quickly just made Tracy feel that much sexier. She wanted his cum inside her as soon as she could get it, and knew that Tyler's overstimulated young body was more than ready to give it to her. She flashed him a knowing smile as she slowly slid herself off his cock, feeling his body practically convulsing with need underneath hers, and as expected his eyes widened with impending finality as his eagerness and inexperience began to get the better of him.

For his part, Tyler had loved feeling the voluptuous milf on top of him, around him, engulfing him, and had allowed himself to sink into her with abandon, but he was unprepared for the intensity of the sensation that flooded his body when her slick lips tugged along his sensitive shaft as she slowly pulled herself off him, and he was ashamed that her mature, experienced body had already forced him to the edge of his control after just one thrust. Tyler's face burned with embarrassment, knowing that he was about to out himself as a virgin, but even though he tried to hold himself back like a mature, experienced lover, his young body needed to cum too badly, and he felt his cock beginning to tighten anyway. "Wait, Miss... um... I think I'm gonna-" he started to say, but then Tracy put a freckled finger to his lips and enveloped him for a second time, sealing his fate.

"Shhh..." she whispered encouragingly, and as she slowly slid him back into her, she watched his wiry arm muscles tense up as his eyes lost focus, and then she could feel his dick jerking inside of her, filling her with a heavy load of his potent semen while his slim hips bucked up against hers with all of the the surprising power of his young male body.

Not bad, only two strokes, she thought giddily to herself, filled with pleasure and satisfaction as she rode out her inexperienced partner's heaving orgasm. Tracy didn't mind at all that she hadn't cum, of course - she was just happy to have taken care of Tyler's needs, and she knew that the brevity of this little session would give her masturbation material for weeks to come.

"Thanks, lover, that was nice," she cooed, bending over once more to give him a soft kiss on the lips as she slid his deflating dick out of herself. Even after having lost its rigidity, Tyler's limp cock continued to twitch desperately against his slim abdomen in the aftershocks of the strongest orgasm of his life, while Tyler himself lay motionless on the lawn chair, still seeing stars after cumming so hard he almost lost consciousness.

It had been much more than just nice for Tracy as well, but she was a proper milf now, and had to play the part of the experienced older cougar no matter how delirious with pleasure she was at having successfully fucked the object of her sexual fixation.

"I'll be in town for a while yet - I hope we can see each other again," she said as she stood up to head back toward the house, still loving the way her mature curves bounced and hung off her body as she moved while Tyler's copious jizz slowly oozed out of her juicy pussy.

"I, uh, I'd like that," he stammered as he finally began to regain his senses. Tracy appreciated how cute and out of it her young lover looked as he pulled his swim trunks back up to cover himself before gingerly picking up her bikini top from where it was lying across the arm of the chair.

"Don't you need this?" he called after her, eyeing the large, empty cups as the full weight of what had just happened finally began to sink in.

"You keep it," she said, giving him a wink. "Same time tomorrow?"

Tyler nodded dumbly, fully aware that he wouldn't miss it for the world. He knew it might be wrong, but he was in love with Tracy's mom...'s busty, slutty cougar older sister.