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!

The F.E.T.I.S.H. Ray Tales

By Fidget

Officer Daddy: Dave and Michelle's Story

"Stay back! I don't know what this thing will do, but if you come any closer I'll shoot!" the suspect yelled, voice shaking with panic as he held what looked like a futuristic ray gun in his trembling hands.

Sergeant Dave Wilson was entirely unfazed by the toy the robber was holding, and immediately rushed down the alley toward him, but was soon stopped in his tracks as he was surrounded by a soft golden glow.

The robber, terrified that he'd just killed a cop, froze for one second too many, and when Dave suddenly came to, he easily tackled the fleeing suspect, cuffed him, and read him his rights.

As his partner arrived and loaded the suspect into their car, Dave picked the ray gun up off the pavement. He briefly noted that it had been damaged in the scuffle, and that the large dial on the side would no longer rotate, before putting it in his pocket and driving the perp to the station for booking.

Arriving home that night, Dave was greeted by his daughter Michelle, who had already prepared dinner and was eagerly awaiting his arrival. Dave and Michelle had become incredibly close after her mother died, and even though Michelle had been accepted to some very prestigious universities, she had decided to do her first two years at the local community college to stay closer to her father.

As Dave took off his jacket to sit down at the table, he found the ray that he had stuck in his pocket and then forgotten about. Oh man, I'm going to get a ton of shit from the Captain tomorrow for not checking this into evidence, he thought, before showing the ray to Michelle and telling her about the crazy perp that had tried to use a toy gun on him.

As her father showed the ray to her, however, warning bells were going off inside Michelle's head. She had seen something like this somewhere, and though she couldn't quite remember where, she knew that it was dangerous.

"Be careful with that, Dad. I recognize it from somewhere, and I think I remember it being pretty bad news."

"Are you sure? It looks like just a toy gun," Dave responded, but gently placed the ray on the table anyway.

After a few seconds of Googling, Michelle had found the F.E.T.I.S.H. Ray, and went pale.

"Dad, you didn't get shot with this, did you?" she asked worriedly.

"No kitten, I tackled the guy before he could pull the trigger. What is it?"

"It's a device that causes, uh... sexual compulsions in the people it's used on," Michelle responded, a bit uncomfortable at having to discuss sex with her dad. As close as they were, her dad was pretty old-fashioned, so they never really talked about topics like that together. Michelle had had to learn about her sexuality through a combination of the internet and a series of bad choices in high school.

"Wow, really? I didn't think anything like that could exist. That's pretty messed up. I think it might be broken anyway, but I'm glad I took care of the guy before he could cause any trouble with it."

"Yeah, me too," Michelle said, worrying yet again about her father and the dangerous occupation he had chosen for himself.

From there the conversation turned to other topics as they ate. "So how's that boyfriend of yours? Jim, was it? You guys sure seem to be moving awfully slowly."

Michelle was a bit taken aback by the question. She knew that her dad loved her and respected her judgment, but she didn't think he especially liked her boyfriend. At least, he'd never shown any interest in him until now.

"He's fine," she responded a bit tentatively. Then, in a moment of unusual candor, she blurted out, "Actually, he's the one moving slowly. I'm definitely ready to take the relationship to the next level, but he seems to need more time," she said, blushing furiously.

"I can't believe he wants to wait when someone with a bangin' body like yours wants some action," he said as Michelle recoiled in severe embarrassment at his statement.

Somehow, the sight of his daughter's curvy young body had awoken something within Dave, and he welcomed the pleasant feeling of his pants growing tight with arousal as he openly stared at his daughter's nipples, clearly visible through her thin tank top. He was feeling a bit jealous of his daughter's boyfriend, having full access to a young, sexy body like hers and not even taking proper advantage of it.

"Heck, maybe I'll finally try to get back on the market myself. It's been almost ten years since your mother died, and I think it's time I got back into the game like you are. I definitely won't be able to find someone as young and hot as you though," he stated a bit wistfully, softly rubbing himself through his pants under the table as he leered at his daughter, fully aware of her sexual maturity and completely comfortable with a bit of harmless flirting. Heck, maybe she'll even flirt back a bit, he thought, though he was pretty sure he was too old for her to be interested in him that way. Man, if he were Jim, he'd be cumming in that tight little pussy every chance he got.

Michelle, however, was entirely convinced that he was making fun of her, and, feeling a bit uncomfortable with his odd comments, quickly steered the conversation away. The rest of the meal was uneventful, though every now and then Michelle had the strange impression that her father was checking her out.

After dinner, she asked him if she could see the broken ray. She had some experience with mechanical and electrical engineering, and wanted to see if she could figure out how it worked. Dave readily handed it over after telling her to be extra careful, and to be sure to give it back to him when she was done so he could take it back to the station.

As she walked back to her room with the ray, her father's eyes hungrily followed her swaying hips, and once her door closed he headed to the bathroom to relieve some of the sexual tension that being so close to his sexy daughter for such an extended period of time had understandably built up. It never occurred to him that he'd never had this reaction to his daughter's presence before, but he jerked himself off in the bathroom to her bikini photos on Facebook nonetheless, and as the thought of his daughter's creamy thighs and jiggly tits drove him to spurt his jizz into the nearest available washcloth, he found himself already eagerly looking forward to the next boner that the mere sight of his daughter would inevitably give him. He and his wife had certainly done well by Michelle, he thought. Together they had given her a body clearly built for fucking, and he felt practically compelled to be the one to give that body the fucking it deserved.

Back in her room, Michelle sat down at her desk with the ray and pulled out her tools. She examined the ray in an attempt to open it, but was surprised to find that not only were there no screws or other connectors holding the device together, it didn't even appear to have any seams to try to pry apart. Giving up for the moment, she went back to examining it more broadly, this time with an eye toward determining how the device functioned. She stayed safely away from the trigger, and focused her attention on the dial on the side of the device, which was currently pointed at what appeared to be an image of a happy family. The dial had been severely scuffed and bent by her father's struggle with the robber, to the point where she couldn't make out many of the symbols around the edge, and when she tried to turn the dial, there was a slight grinding sound, but no movement.

She noticed that the metal dial had folded on the side just enough to maybe get a screwdriver into the gap, so she grabbed a flathead and started prying. Without warning, there was a small pop as the dial gave a bit, and the room instantly filled with shockingly intense golden light. Michelle briefly heard the pop, but never remembered seeing the golden glow, because the information encoded in the precisely designed wavelengths of light ensured that her mind was fully preoccupied with rewriting large parts of her personality, leaving Michelle with a new set of unconscious desires and appealing erotic compulsions when it was done.

Hmm, looks like that bend in the metal was the problem, she thought, continuing to work on the ray, completely unaware of the new urges that would shortly begin making themselves manifest in her behavior. Within minutes, she had straightened the metal of the dial out, and it once again spun freely.

Across the street, the twins Timmy and Tammy Hutcheson were getting ready for bed when they suddenly saw a flash of golden light shining through their bedroom window. The two high school seniors stood motionless beside each other, eyes drinking in the light as the fascinating ideas it carried embedded themselves in their helpless young minds, before the light faded and they continued to undress as though nothing had happened.

As Timmy pulled his shirt off, however, Tammy found herself staring at his toned abs and muscled physique with a hunger that she'd never felt before, though it seemed like the most natural thing in the world to her now.

"Wow, Tim, I've never noticed what a great body you have", she said in a husky voice, unconsciously sticking her chest out to draw his male attention as her interest in him became overtly sexual.

Timmy looked over at her in surprise, but found his eyes suddenly dropping to her chest, drawn to the fleshy orbs hidden by her bra that he had seen hundreds of times before, but which were now becoming more and more enticing to him by the second.

"Thanks Tam, you're looking pretty good yourself," he grunted as his penis began to rise unconsciously, aroused by the incredibly dirty thoughts that had sprung into his mind at the sight of his sexy sister in nothing but her underwear. He realized that he had never thought about his sister that way before, but, as his cock grew harder and his gaze drifted downward toward the small mound visible through his sister's panties, he suddenly couldn't think of a reason why he shouldn't be filling his sexy sister up with his eager cock.

Tammy thought the same thing once she noticed where his gaze was fixated, causing a warm flush to creep up her nearly naked chest and onto her neck, and once she noticed the bulge growing in his boxers, any resistance she may have harbored against the ray's effects went out the window along with the rest of her inhibitions. Overwhelmed by her sudden need for her brother's cock, she smiled seductively and began walking over to him, reaching a hand around behind her back to unclasp her small bra in the process.

"Why Timmy, look at you," she teased as she reached down and began to softly stroke him through his boxers. "You're such a big boy, little brother! Something's got you all worked up! We're going to have to do something about that," she said, biting her lip as she smirked up at him and gave his cock a squeeze, causing it to twitch strongly in her hand.

Timmy reached under the bra hanging loosely off her chest, and Tammy gave a small gasp as his probing fingers brushed across her nipples, causing them to harden and her knees to go a bit weak. Now it was Timmy's turn to tease her: his left hand began to massage and pinch as his right slid down his sister's slim torso toward his ultimate goal, and he began to softly stroke her with his fingers as he backed her toward her bed. When her calves bumped against the bedframe, Timmy hooked his thumb through her panties, and with one smooth motion drew them down her legs as he pulled his own boxers down. His cock bounced out and nestled against her thigh, leaving a thin trail of precum on her skin as it throbbed intermittently against her.

She submissively allowed herself to be undressed by him, practically shaking with arousal and impatience as he slowly let her down onto the bed and pulled himself onto her.

"Why have we never done this before?" she asked breathlessly.

"I don't know," he responded, "but God you're the hottest woman I've ever seen."

She flushed in pleasure at the compliment, unaware that his unnatural lust for her body had been instilled by the light they had seen together. She, of course, had been unknowingly altered herself, filled with that same irresistible lust, and as her brother groped her willing body, driving his arousal and his need to thrust his sensitive dick into her fascinating pussy even higher, he finally pulled himself into position to penetrate her, and she realized that she had never wanted anything more. She opened herself to him, and instinctively began to push herself down onto him as soon as she felt contact. Her intense sexual arousal had thoroughly lubricated her young, fertile pussy, and he felt nothing but slick stimulation as his own instinct drove him to push himself into her tight, wet embrace.

Abruptly, however, he was briefly stopped by unexpected resistance. Far too inflamed with desire to hold back, he forcefully pushed himself further into her, feeling her flinch with momentary pain as he burst through her hymen, before she grabbed his hips and pulled him all the way in.

They stared into each other's wide-open eyes as he bottomed out deep inside her virginal pussy, both knowing that their relationship had changed forever, and definitely for the better. Somehow, the fact that they were related made the sex even hotter. As Timmy began to thrust himself in and out of his twin sister, he cupped and squeezed the small breasts that he now found so incredibly alluring, though he had never given them a second look until minutes before, and Tammy's tight pussy inexorably teased him closer and closer to his release. It wasn't long before the erotic idea and sensation of fucking his sibling became too much for Timmy, and the horny teenager found himself reflexively spurting himself into his twin sister's unprotected pussy. The stimulation of her brother's dick spasming inside her was more than Tammy could take, and her body too was overwhelmed by orgasm, the involuntary contractions of her pussy around her brother's still-jerking cock coaxing every last bit of his potent cum into her fertile vagina.

Finally, Timmy pulled himself out of his sister and lay down beside her, softly stroking her irresistible body, similar in so many ways to his own, while she massaged his deflating dick. As she looked at him with eyes full of sexual satisfaction, Timmy knew that he would never be as attracted to any other girl as he was to this one. She knew him better than anyone else ever would, and as his thoughts dwelt pleasantly on the closeness of their familial ties, he could already feel his arousal stirring once more at the thought of fucking her again. Tammy noticed the effect her body was having on her horny teenage brother, and fully embraced her sudden, welcome compulsion to swing over onto him and slide his hardening dick into her once more...

The next morning was a Saturday, and Michelle tended to sleep in on weekends. When she finally woke up and went out to make herself breakfast, the house was already empty, since her father usually worked a short shift during the day on Saturdays. She missed seeing him as she sat down to eat, but, remembering the interest he had expressed the night before in "getting back into the game", thought that maybe he'd get the chance to flirt with some pretty girls while he was out on patrol. Girls do love a guy in uniform, Michelle thought, an image of her dad standing tall and strong in his freshly-pressed uniform popping into her mind. Daddy's actually pretty ruggedly attractive for an older guy, she mused dreamily. She definitely saw what her mom had seen in him. Her hand drifted down to play with herself a bit, thinking of the strong arms that had held her as she grew into the woman she was today, but she didn't let herself get too distracted by her usual fantasizing about her father, because she was going over to Jim's house after breakfast, and didn't want to be even later than she already was.

Once she finally arrived at Jim's apartment the two of them sat down on the couch to watch a movie, but Michelle's leftover arousal from her short session with herself that morning soon drove her to begin rubbing her hand up and down his thigh, getting a bit closer to his cock each time as her libido flared back up. Jim clearly welcomed the attention, and eagerly leaned over to taste her soft lips. It wasn't long before she had climbed into his lap, and they quickly moved on to the heavy petting that had become the norm at this stage in their relationship.

As they continued to make out, however, Jim became more and more insistent, and Michelle could feel his cock growing erect against her leg. This might be the day! she thought excitedly, as he explored the tempting flesh further and further under her clothes, but soon she began to feel inexplicably reluctant, as though he wasn't the right one for her. She was still just as attracted to him as she'd always been, and her sexually aroused body still clearly wanted to feel his hard cock inside of her, but the two of them just didn't seem close enough, somehow. This was the same feeling of distance and isolation that she'd felt in all of her previous relationships, even though she had been certain that this time with Jim she'd finally left that part of her life behind her for good. Michelle wondered if she would feel differently if her first time had been with a brother or cousin, someone close to her who loved her, and who could show her the ropes in a safe, sexy family environment. Maybe then she wouldn't have sought out so many casual encounters in high school with boys who were just interested in her for her body.

Michelle thought more and more about how much she needed to have a close, familial connection with her lover, and soon came to the realization that she really didn't want to do this with Jim anymore, no matter how attracted to him she was or how turned on she was right now.

"I'm sorry Jim," she said as she abruptly got up off his lap. "Something about this just doesn't feel right. I think I need to go home, but I'll call you later."

Jim, ever the gentleman, expressed his understanding and sympathy, before watching sadly as the woman he thought he might love walked not just out of his apartment, but out of his life.

She was waiting for Dave when he arrived home that afternoon, lounging on the couch in boy shorts and a tight tank top. As he walked in the door, his attention was immediately drawn to the familiar, thrilling sight of the long pale legs, trim waist, and full breasts that he'd been fantasizing about all day during his patrol.

Michelle hopped off the couch with a youthful bounce in her step and skipped over to him, the glow of arousal in her face matching the damp spot readily visible on her pink panties. She pressed her hands into his broad chest and stood on tiptoes to reach up to him, the tips of her perky tits sliding up his torso in the process.

"Welcome home, Daddy," she whispered, leaning up to give him a slow, sensuous kiss on the lips that jumpstarted the bloodflow to his dick. "Were you able to get back in the game?" she asked flirtatiously, eyes sparkling with arousal as she rubbed her tits against his dress shirt.

She pressed her soft, curvy body up against his, and shivered in delight as she felt his hands exploring underneath her shirt, unimpeded by the bra that she'd decided to forego. She softly rubbed her crotch up and down the bulge she felt growing against it, while Dave pulled her shirt fully up as he began to gently grope and stroke his beloved daughter's large, soft breasts, neither of them realizing that their actions could be seen as anything out of the ordinary.

But then, as Michelle began to openly grind her delightful little mound against the incredibly eager cock pressing against the front of his pants, Dave felt an unexpected yet deep-seated twinge of disgust at what they were doing.

It made no sense. Dave knew how much he wanted to fuck his daughter, knew that logically there was no reason not to fuck her, and that he had every reason to fuck her, but even so something he couldn't identify was holding him back, and he finally pushed his daughter away, even as his need to get his straining dick into her willing pussy continued to grow.

Michelle, already shaken by her confusing experience with her boyfriend earlier that day, was baffled and hurt by her father's rejection, especially because she could see no reason for it, and she could tell just how badly he wanted her. Burning with anger, she decided then and there that nothing was going to take the intimate family fucking that she needed right now away from her. She angrily pulled her shirt down over the large breasts that still craved her father's touch, ran back to her bedroom, and reappeared with the F.E.T.I.S.H. Ray. Now he would understand just how much she needed him to fuck her.

"I'm sorry to have to do this, Daddy," she said regretfully, before zapping him with the Incest setting, not realizing that he'd already been zapped with it the day before. As her father fell victim to the ray's golden light once again, his already burning need for his daughter's young, sexy body somehow began to grow stronger, surpassing even the powerful, unfiltered dose of incestuous compulsion that Michelle had accidentally given herself the night before. By the time the glow around him faded, his personality was entirely centered around his urge to seek sexual gratification with his relatives, all of whom suddenly seemed to radiate an irresistible sex appeal that, to Dave, was somehow both completely mundane and excruciatingly arousing.

So that's what it looks like to zap someone, Michelle thought as he returned to consciousness.

Dave briefly noticed the ray in his daughter's hand, but his confusion about why she was holding it paled in comparison to the overwhelming sexual need that had been triggered by the sight of the sensuous, feminine body of a close blood relative. Overcome with desire, Dave rushed over to his surprised-but-enthusiastic daughter, roughly pulled her soft, willing body against his, and began to mindlessly thrust himself against her.

Michelle had never been so turned on in her life. Her father's animalistic display only reinforced her own compulsions, and she was quickly driven to shed her boy shorts and unzip his pants. The thick cock poking out through his boxers quickly found its way to the opening of her needy pussy, but this time all Dave felt was impatience as he finally pushed his way inside, triggering a cascade of pleasure and endorphins as his brain rewarded him for sticking his sensitive dick into his sexy young daughter, and drove him to push back into her over and over again, still frantic with need even as his pleasure and arousal continued to build.

The intense, incestuous eroticism of their coupling quickly drove Michelle to orgasm, and as she thrashed up against her father in ecstasy, he too finally felt the deep satisfaction of a compulsion fulfilled as his single-minded focus on fucking his daughter was shattered by unexpected inevitability. His overstimulated cock began to jerk in reflex deep inside Michelle, filling his daughter's young, fertile pussy with spurt after euphoric spurt of his half-redundant, yet dangerously potent, genetic material.

A few minutes later, as father and daughter lay together in blissful afterglow, Michelle noticed her father suddenly grow restless.

"What is it Daddy?"

"I just remembered that your aunt Karen is coming over today. I, uh, I hope you don't mind, but I'm feeling a pretty strong urge to, uh, spend some intimate time with her once she gets here, and I don't want you to be offended."

Michelle giggled to herself at the knowledge that she was the cause of her father's newfound sexual interest in family. Of course she didn't begrudge him a fling with his sister - she knew more than anyone how hard it could be to resist that deep, instinctive compulsion to fuck the people closest to you, especially when they were related to you. It was only natural, after all. That was how humans had evolved, and you couldn't fight biology. In fact, Michelle thought it was odd that she'd had to use the ray on her father in the first place; she'd known he was a bit repressed, but not so repressed that he couldn't enjoy some casual, unprotected sex with family. Even so, she'd make sure that Aunt Karen was more than willing to reciprocate when she arrived.

"No problem Daddy," she said, with a twinkle in her eye. "In fact, I think I have just the thing to help out with that."

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!

 

Upon Reflection (Chs 1-3)
by Fidget

 

CHAPTER 1: Through the Looking-Glass

"Well I hope you're happy, Darren, because we're through, you stupid-head!" Maddie yelled, slamming the door to his dorm room and walking quickly back across the quad, trying to hold back her tears. Everything had been going so well with Darren, and when she had opened the door to his room and caught him with his tongue in Amber's mouth, and his hand exploring underneath her tight tank top, Maddie had been absolutely devastated. Darren and Amber had both jumped up when she walked in, and Amber had sheepishly slid past Maddie and out the door while Darren tried to explain himself, but that had quickly escalated into a shouting match as Darren explained in detail everything that was wrong with her. He said that he regretted ever going out with a ditzy cheerleader like her in the first place, and that she'd never be able to measure up to someone like Amber. Maddie had asked what was so wrong with her that Darren hated her that much, and he had looked her up and down and responded with one disdainful word: "Everything."

The tears finally started as she arrived back at Dodgson Hall, briefly glancing up at the mirror over the door that everyone assumed had a security camera behind it, before entering the building and climbing the stairs to the top floor. She'd gone to Darren's room to be comforted, of all things. She had just failed a chemistry exam, because even after studying all night, she still just didn't get it. Aside from her cheerleading she felt like a useless idiot, and now even her cheerleading was in jeopardy due to potential academic probation. It was all her fault too; if only she were less like, well, herself, and more like someone else, maybe she wouldn't have lost Darren.

Walking onto her hall on the top floor and turning toward her room, she suddenly noticed a new flyer on the bulletin board. "ARE YOU DISSATISFIED WITH YOUR LIFE?" it said across the top in all caps. "Have you ever felt like you'd be better off if you were someone else? If so, come to the Dodgson Hall basement at 8pm tonight. It could literally change your life."

That's silly, she thought, staring at the board. It was probably some sort of weird cult. She was about to turn away when she suddenly heard a mocking voice from behind her. "Darren finally dump you?"

Maddie whirled around in fury to see the hall's bitchy goth-wannabe Nicole leaning against the wall smirking at her.

"I told you he was cheating on you. Too bad you were too stupid to see it," Nicole said matter-of-factly.

"Well at least I'm not a dyke slut that can't keep a girlfriend for more than two days!" Maddie retorted angrily.

"You're just jealous of all the action I get. Let me know if you ever get tired of being disappointed by dick and want to try the fairer sex. Maybe you should go to the basement tonight and see if whoever it is can help you get a life," Nicole taunted, blowing her a kiss through lips thickly coated with dark red lipstick.

Suddenly the building RA, Cassandra, unexpectedly appeared between them. "Girls, girls!" she shouted, trying to calm them down. "What's going on?" The two girls immediately fell silent - Cassandra was universally popular among her students, and neither Maddie nor Nicole wanted to do anything that would cause her any trouble.

"Oh, hey Cassandra! Maddie here just got cheated on and dumped, so I was just giving her some friendly advice."

"Your advice didn't sound very friendly. Maddie, I'm so sorry that happened to you. Feel free to come talk to me if you ever need any help. It's important to turn to others it times of need," Cassandra said, before heading back to her office and taking Nicole with her.

Glad to finally be alone, Maddie walked into her room and threw herself on her bed to stew for a few minutes, before remembering that she needed to change for cheerleading practice. She'd rather skip, but the captain was strict, and she didn't want her day to get even worse. As she stripped in front of her full-length mirror to put on her uniform, she looked sadly at the shapely c-cup breasts, firm ass, and tight, athletic body that she'd been so proud of until now. Why didn't Darren want her? What did Amber have that she didn't? If only she could become a different person like that flyer had said.

 

Lauded professor of psychology Alexis Streater made her daily rounds through the corridors of Dodgson Hall. As the faculty representative in charge of the dorm, it was her responsibility to see that everything ran smoothly and the students were taken care of, and like all of her professional responsibilities, she took it very seriously. Walking through the halls in her dull brown cardigan and floor-length skirt, however, the petite Professor Streater went practically unnoticed by the students milling about in the dorm after classes. She wore her mousy brown hair back in careful bun, and her large glasses hid her face just as well as her clothing hid her tiny body, completing her carefully cultivated image of a respected professor well beyond her years, as she was only thirty-five.

As she made her rounds, she felt the familiar twinges of jealousy at how carefree and happy the students seemed to be, especially the young couples full of hormones excitedly discovering each others' bodies. She remembered being their age, feeling those same desires, but she had always been shy, and had devoted her time to her studies instead of... extracurricular activities. And she was satisfied with her success, with her responsibilities to the school, to her field, and to her students, but she was getting older now, and hadn't been in a relationship in over a decade. So, as fulfilling as her life was, she still felt like her personality and her choices had prevented her from ever experiencing any sort of real romantic happiness.

Dwelling on these feelings of loneliness a bit, she finally made her way up to the top floor, which was all but deserted. A bright yellow flyer on the bulletin board caught her eye, so she walked over to read it. It was about some sort of self-improvement group meeting in the basement tonight, which was odd, since though Professor Streater had been the faculty rep for Dodgson for almost a decade, she couldn't remember ever having actually been in the basement. Furthermore, she couldn't recall seeing this flyer on any other floor, or in any other building on campus for that matter. Even so, from a psychologist's perspective, the flyer certainly made an interesting claim; Professor Streater wondered how exactly whatever group this was intended to deliver on their promise of a life-changing experience.

As she stood there lost in thought, she eventually noticed Cassandra, the RA, standing beside her. She briefly admired her strong features - dark red hair framing high cheekbones and bright green eyes that stared through you with startling intensity. Cassandra was quite popular with the students, and with the administration as well. In fact, it occurred to Professor Streater that Cassandra had been the RA almost as long as she herself had been the faculty rep, which was unusual, because even though some grad students remained in their programs as long as Cassandra had, few kept the same job in the same building the entire time instead of moving on to bigger and better things.

"Hello, Cassandra. How have things been in Dodgson today?"

"Very well for the most part, Professor Streater, though Maddie seems to have had a bit of a rough day, and Nicole of course had to make it worse by intentionally antagonizing her."

"That's unfortunate. I remember Maddie from Intro to Psych - enthusiastic young girl, if not very bright. Nicole took to psychology like a fish to water, though it seems she's using her knowledge more for cruelty than kindness these days."

"That's true Professor. I wonder if there's any merit to this flyer, and if lives really are so easy to change."

"I wish that were true, Cassandra, because then it might be easier for all of us to have the lives we want, though it would probably put me out of business in the process."

 

Cheerleading practice had gone late for Maddie, and it was only a few minutes before eight when she finally arrived back at her dorm. As she walked by the bulletin board, her glance was once again caught by the bright yellow flyer for a life-changing experience. Oh what the hell, she thought, and started back down the stairs. She was still in her cheerleading uniform, though she had stripped her sweaty panties off in the locker room before heading back to her dorm for a bit of comfort. Nobody would see, and she'd just remember to cross her legs if she needed to sit down for whatever reason.

As she descended the stairs to the first floor, she couldn't recall ever having actually been to the basement. She'd seen the stairs often enough, and assumed there would be something down there, but it had never actually occurred to her to go check it out. When she reached the first floor, she was discouraged to find Nicole there waiting for her.

"What are you doing here?" Maddie snapped.

"Oh, I just wanted to see if you were desperate enough to actually join a cult," Nicole said gleefully as she tossed her long, dyed-black hair over her shoulder, her curvy body leaning against the wall in a tight black crop top that said "Vagitarian" over a short plaid skirt. "Now that you're actually here though, I think I'll tag along and see just how hilariously sad this gets."

"Fine bitch, if your life is that boring, maybe you need a new one too. Come on."

They fell silent as they began to walk down the stairs together, filled with a sudden feeling of foreboding.

"Have you ever been down here before," Nicole whispered.

"No," Maddie responded. "I'm surprised you haven't though, being an unpopular basement-dweller who's never seen the sun."

"Very funny."

At the bottom of the stairs was a large door, and above the door was another mirror, but this time with a cloth draped over it. Taking a deep breath, Nicole grabbed the door handle, turned it, and the two girls went inside, into the darkness, as the door closed behind them.

 

A few seconds later, the room lit up with brilliant light, and as the girls' eyes adjusted, they realized they were in an incredibly large, fully-furnished bedroom. One end of the room was dominated by the largest bed the two girls had ever seen, and at the foot of the bed stood a giant, ornate mirror, mounted on a pedestal so that it could revolve freely, able to reflect anything and everything in the room.

Near the mirror stood Cassandra, wrapped in a dark green robe, almost a nightgown, as her emerald eyes smoldered behind a pair of clear spectacles under her fiery hair. In her right hand was a small hand mirror. The overall scene gave the effect of an aristocrat from a bygone era alone in her boudoir, preparing for bed, or perhaps other nightly activities.

"Cassandra? What are you doing here? Where are we?" Maddie asked, incredibly confused.

"My room, of course!" Cassandra replied, sweeping her arm around.

"But, I've been to your room. It's on our floor, upstairs!"

"That's only my room for official purposes, so that I can have this room for... unofficial purposes," she said with an enigmatic smile.

Nicole had been silent this entire time, fully taking in the large area with its couches, chairs, and lavish decoration. She wasn't sure what was about to go down, but she could tell that it was going to be some crazy shit.

At that moment, the door behind them opened once more, and Professor Streater silently stepped through as the large door closed and locked with finality behind her.

"Ah, I wondered who all would come. I knew that Maddie would show, and probably Nicole as well, since she wouldn't be able to resist both her curiosity and an opportunity to harass Maddie, but Professor Streater - what a pleasant surprise!" Cassandra said, beaming at them.

"Yeah, Professor, like, why are you here?"

"I'm here for two reasons. As the faculty rep for this building, it was my responsibility to check up on such an odd group meeting, especially since the flyers only went up on one hall."

"Well spotted, Professor. I'm impressed," Cassandra complimented.

"Secondly, I'm a psychologist - I wanted to see what was this group was offering, as promises of transformed lives are always interesting from an academic perspective. Also, I may have been suffering from a bit of cheerlessness myself recently, and so I wanted to see this mystery group first-hand. I must say, I thought there was something odd about you having been the RA here for so long, Cassandra, but it never really occurred to me to check into it. How on earth did you convince the school to let you turn the basement into this?"

"You'll find that I'm very good at getting what I want," Cassandra replied with a smile and a wink.

"Fine. Will you at least tell us why we're all here then?" the Professor asked.

"Of course. I just wanted to show you my room. Feel free to look around!"

As Nicole and Professor Streater continued to question Cassandra, Maddie found herself drawn to the mirror standing alone in the middle of the room. She walked over to it, and slowly turned it until her own reflection came into view.

There was something different about herself, but she couldn't put her finger on it. Her clothes were the same, but as her gaze traveled up her body, she eventually locked eyes with her double, and couldn't seem to look away. Her reflection's eyes sparkled with an intense intellect that she had never seen before in her blue eyes, but they were also cold and uncaring, as though the burden of knowledge was acceptance of the truth that life had no meaning, and the only temporary relief from existential despair was hedonism. In fact, they looked exactly like Nicole's eyes, and that scared her.

She tried to break the stare, but instead, her mind began to feel fuzzy and her thoughts began to jumble. Was it such a bad thing that her reflection seemed a bit more intelligent? she wondered. That was what she had wanted, after all, and if a better understanding of the shitty state of the world was the price of intelligence, so be it. She was proud of her intellect, always had been, and it wasn't her fault the world was shitty. That blame lay squarely at the feet of men. Women were hotter anyway, with their soft, curvy bodies and delightful little pussies. Why had she been so interested in that Darren jerkoff in the first place? Maddie's eyes drifted back down her reflection in the mirror, appreciating her own sexy body and the thinking of all the hot women that would soon be lining up for a taste.

But then her eyes focused on the cheerleading uniform that she hadn't had time to take off. Wait, why had she been wearing a cheerleading uniform in the first place? Sure it showed off her sexy body to the other women in the room, which was exactly what she wanted, and it would be a great way to infiltrate the cheerleading squad for some new pussy, but why was she wearing it now? And her blonde hair and girly makeup just made it worse. This had to be a prank. As soon as she got the chance, she was going to go find some real clothes, maybe something like the girl by the door was wearing, and fix her makeup.

"Hey assholes!" she shouted at the three women gathered over near the entrance.

"What is it Maddie? Are you ok?" Professor Streater asked, concerned about her sudden, uncharacteristic outburst.

"It's Madison! I'm not some stupid ditz that needs a cutesy pet name to feel better about herself. And who the hell are you people, anyway? Why am I in some weird-ass bedroom dressed like a bimbo cheerleader?"

Cassandra briefly glanced down at the mirror in her hand, and saw the following readout appear on the smooth surface:

 

Madison Lancaster INTELLIGENCE: DITZ > INTELLECTUAL DISPOSITION: FRIENDLY > APATHETIC ORIENTATION: HETEROSEXUAL > LESBIAN RELATIONSHIPS: MONOGAMOUS > CASUAL SEX INHIBITIONS: INHIBITED > UNINHIBITED AROUSAL: NOT EASILY AROUSED > CONSTANTLY HORNY

 

Well this will be interesting, Cassandra thought to herself, feeling a familiar rush of arousal at watching a new girl submit to her irresistible changes for the first time, before turning to Madison. "Don't worry Madison, you're part of a performance for the next hour or so. The uniform is only a costume - you can take it off once you leave. In the meantime, feel free to do whatever you'd like."

"Whatever. Just let me know when I can get out of this hole," Madison said, walking over to the giant bed and hopping up onto it. She lay back and splayed out, not knowing or possibly not caring that she wasn't wearing any underwear. Either way, her short cheerleading skirt rode up, revealing her neatly trimmed pussy for all to see.

Nicole had been watching the athletic blonde's strange behavior closely, but now she had another reason to watch, feeling a new urge to dive between those toned, tan legs grow. She had always known that Maddie was hot, but the way she she was talking and acting now, combined with her tasty, exposed pussy, was really starting to push Nicole's buttons.

"Um, Maddi- Madison, you're, um, not wearing any underwear," Professor Streater stammered, completely bewildered by the unreality of the situation.

"Good. That'll make this easier then," Madison said, spreading her legs even further and sliding a hand down to softly stroke her sensitive labia. Oddly, this self-pleasure somehow seemed like a new experience to Madison, but that couldn't be right, so she ignored the thought and returned her attention to the novel sensations pleasantly pulsing through her as a result of her fingers' teasing stimulations.

"What did you do to her?" Nicole asked Cassandra, watching hungrily as whatever was piloting Maddie's body now began to slowly slide her middle finger in and out of herself.

"Very good Nicole!" Cassandra responded, smiling at her. "I'm not doing anything specifically, but Madison has indeed undergone certain... changes, by looking at her reflection in the mirror you see at the foot of the bed."

"Can it change me like that too?" She's so hot now, Nicole thought. If the mirror could do that for Maddie, think of what it could do for her!

"It absolutely could," Cassandra responded cryptically. Nicole, however, had already stopped paying attention and was headed over to the mirror.

"Maybe you shouldn't-" Professor Streater began, but it was too late. Nicole had already turned the mirror and had met her double's gaze, eager to discover her own changes. As she began to lose herself in the depths of her reflection's solemn eyes and her mind grew pleasantly fuzzy, however, she finally noticed the rest of her reflection, and was horrified by the petite girl she saw shyly looking back at her, her hand clasped around a crucifix hanging around her neck. Where was the powerful femininity of Maddie's transformation? This religious goody-goody couldn't be more unlike her.

It was too late, of course. Nicole was unable to break her gaze away from the sweet, wide-eyed innocence of her reflection, and she felt her thoughts continue to drift in new directions, despite her silent screams of protestation.

She calmed down a bit upon the realization that her distress was due to the fact that her life had entirely lacked direction up until this point. She had viewed her life as meaningless because she had never been part of something bigger than herself. Her morality had been subjective because she had rejected the one objective morality that could give her life purpose, and that nihilism had manifested in a cruelty toward others that now disgusted her. Well, no longer. Nikki knew that her passion, her purpose, was to make others feel good, not just because that was what God demanded of her, but because it was the right thing to do. She embraced a new, surprisingly strong desire to submit to the will of those around her, because she knew it would make them happy, and that would make her happy as well.

Professor Streater was watching this time, but Nicole's transformation seemed to be entirely unlike Maddie's: her posture and body language entirely changed before Dr. Streater's eyes, to the point that she looked like a completely different person. Her proud shoulders narrowed and turned inwards, as though she were perpetually ashamed, and her defiant gaze gave way to a downcast look of submission, which perfectly matched the expression on the face of the reflection Professor Streater could see in the mirror behind Nicole, though of course her curvy body and clothing remained the same, in stark contrast to the petite, modestly dressed Catholic schoolgirl staring out at her. The juxtaposition of the new Nicole's shy demeanor and provocative appearance gave the impression of a sweet, submissive slut from some adolescent fantasy, eager and willing to dish out the pleasure her sexy body was designed to give.

Nikki, however, was busy discovering those scandalous parts of her appearance for herself, and was not pleased with what she found. "What's wrong with my makeup?" she asked herself quietly in a high-pitched voice that somehow felt familiar and uncharacteristic all at the same time, as she attempted to bring her nonexistent crucifix up to kiss it out of habit. Her awkward movements showed a complete lack of awareness of her voluptuous body, and her arm bumped into her large breasts as she lifted it to her neck, causing them to bounce under her tight top. Not seeing what the obstruction could have been in her reflection, Nikki's eyes drifted down to her bare midriff and she recoiled in horror. She looked like a cheap whore! She wrapped her arms around her body in embarrassment, and whipped around to see if any of the other women in the room had noticed anything. The older, academic-looking woman was looking at her in surprise, and she felt a fresh rush of embarrassment at the attention. The redhead holding a small mirror, however, was looking at her with interest, almost as though she were some sort of curio in an art museum.

She looked the other direction and was horrified to discover another girl touching herself inappropriately on a large bed. Nikki felt the bad thoughts invading her mind again, thoughts she had tried so hard to repress, and she felt the familiar tingle start up between her legs at the sight of an athletic young feminine body in such a state of arousal. She became aware of a strangely airy sensation between her legs as her vagina began to moisten, and flushed with a fresh surge of embarrassment at the realization that she'd also somehow forgotten to wear any panties. She self-consciously pulled her skirt down as far as she could and kept her legs squeezed tightly together so that nobody would see her shame, but the unwelcome tingle between her legs continued to grow apace as she tried to avert her eyes from the delicious display of hedonism playing itself out on the bed, attempting to ignore the little voice telling her how good her own willing body could make the other girl feel.

Feeling a tightening sensation on her chest, Nicole glanced down at her body once more, and noticed that she'd also apparently forgotten to wear a bra, and her breasts with their hard, excited nipples were clearly visible through her tight black top. For the first time, she realized what was written across the front of her shirt, and knew that her secret was out. God knew about her secret desires, and whatever was happening to her now was clearly a punishment. She clasped her hands over what she thought were petite tits to cover them, but somehow her breasts continued to press out proudly around her small hands, and her large, sensitive nipples grew even harder as she inadvertently groped herself.

Intrigued by Nicole's obvious distress, Cassandra looked down at her mirror once more:

 

Nicole Anderson FAITH: ATHEIST > RELIGIOUS FIGURE: VOLUPTUOUS > PETITE SEXUAL ROLE: DOMINANT > SUBMISSIVE DISPOSITION: CRUEL > KIND RELATIONSHIPS: CASUAL SEX > MONOGAMOUS

 

It looks like she's still a horny lesbian. Cassandra thought to herself, feeling herself grow even more aroused at Nicole's utter lack of awareness of the extensive changes the mirror had triggered in her. And the mirror made her believe that she's petite. No wonder she looks so uncomfortable and awkward. I wonder how this will play out between the two of them.

As Madison rode out a pleasurable orgasm on the bed, she glanced down at the foot and saw the busty Nikki standing there, staring confusedly at her reflection as she tried unsuccessfully to cover up her unexpectedly large breasts. Giving up, Nikki briefly looked back at Madison and lowered her gaze to what Madison's busy hand was doing as she came down from her peak, before blushing furiously and turning away.

"Hey bitch, if you're gonna stare that hard, might as well lick it yourself!" Madison said brusquely as she eked out a bit more pleasure from her overstimulated pussy by slowly stroking her swollen labia, which were still clearly visible under the short, pleated cheerleading skirt she had found herself in.

"Y-you want me to l-lick your... to do that?" Nikki asked self-consciously, guilty about how hopeful she was about Madison's answer as she tried to resist her urge to hungrily watch Madison touch herself.

"Hell no! Even if you did want to, I don't fuck losers," Madison said, but she began to regret her rashness as she checked out the body filling Nikki's tight clothes.

"O-ok, I'm sorry for bothering you," Nikki said demurely, but the way she quickly turned away and purposefully began walking over to the two women standing by the door betrayed how miffed she was by the girl's answer in spite of Nikki's kind nature. She had only wanted to make the girl on the bed feel good; she didn't have to be so mean about it!

 

Cassandra was still watching with interest, and turned to Professor Streater, whose face held a mixture of fear and confusion.

"Well, what do you know - they still don't seem to like each other, even as different people!"

"How are you doing this?" the normally reserved professor asked insistently. Her concern for the students under her care was clear, but she wasn't able to hide the trace of curiosity in her voice.

Cassandra gave her a knowing wink before answering her question. "I've always been fascinated by mirrors, ever since I was young. How they create perfect reflections of ourselves that are still somehow our complete opposites. If we are right-handed, our reflections will be left-handed. But, what about our minds, our personalities? If we're weak-willed, who's to say that our reflections might not be strong-willed in return? As silly as it may seem, I began searching for the answers to these questions, and one fateful day I was able to acquire these items from a trader who specialized in... certain types of rare goods. At last, my search was over, and I could begin to explore the power of these mirrors - mirrors with the power to transfer certain 'unseeable' qualities of our reflections, the minds and personalities of our doubles in the mirror universe, into our real-world bodies."

"So Maddie and Nicole are now their exact opposites, from this 'mirror world', because they looked into that big mirror?"

"It's not quite that simple. I have a few smaller mirrors that can be used to reverse simple thoughts and beliefs that I can 'program' - you may have seen them around this building, though you won't remember ever looking into them - but the large, much more powerful mirror over there that changed Maddie and Nicole is... unpredictable. It reverses a small set of randomly chosen characteristics, and I have no control over it whatsoever. And actually, I kind of prefer it that way; it's much more exciting to discover what the mirror has in store for each new person than to control everything myself. Look at the amazing modifications it made to Maddie and Nicole, for example - aren't they magnificent?"

"Is this permanent though? Are they stuck like this forever?" the professor asked, wrapping her small arms around herself anxiously.

"Goodness, no! Looking into this hand mirror reverses all of the changes. They won't remember anything from when they were under the mirror's influence, but they'll be right as rain. Plus, the next time they look into the mirror, they'll undergo exactly the same set of changes."

"What do you get out of all this?" Professor Streater asked pointedly.

"Me? I just like to watch," Cassandra said, tapping her glasses as her bright green eyes sparkled with delight. "Professor Streater, would you like to try out my mirror?"

"Absolutely not. Firstly, I have no desire to, and secondly, what you're doing to these girls is wrong!"

"Suit yourself. It's your choice, of course," Cassandra said with a smile.

"One final question. You mentioned that you knew that Maddie would show up tonight - how did you know that?"

"You're very perceptive, professor. Perhaps too perceptive. I may have had a small hand in Maddie's ill fortune today - one of the best ways to get new girls down here is for them to go through a breakup or other similar trauma, so I tried to set Darren up with Amber. It turns out Darren and Amber initially had no attraction for each other at all, but unfortunately, they both happened to glance into this," she said, holding up her hand mirror, "and after that they suddenly developed an overwhelming infatuation with each other. Before they knew it, all they could think of was getting into each other's pants!"

"That's horrible," Professor Streater said, taken aback by Cassandra's cruelty. "Are you going to keep us captive down here too?"

"Of course not! You're all free to leave whenever you like!"

"In that case, could you change the others back, please?" the professor asked, all the while planning to go directly to the university's disciplinary board to report Cassandra's crimes as soon as she was able to leave.

"Oh, I suppose. They clearly don't like each other, and while 'Madison' is enjoying herself for once today, Nicole doesn't seem very happy."

Cassandra called Nikki over, and handed her the small hand mirror. As Nikki looked into the mirror, she was briefly frightened by the antipathy in the eyes of the unfamiliar, busty goth girl staring back at her, before beginning to feel herself slipping toward the reflection in the mirror as the busty goth girl began to assert herself. As Professor Streater watched, Nicole's eyes and demeanor slowly regained their former imperious confidence, and before long, Nicole seemed back to her old self.

For her part, Nicole felt perfectly normal, except for an odd sensation of having somehow skipped forward in time. She knew intellectually that she must have been changed by the mirror just as Maddie had, but for the life of her she couldn't remember how, or what she had done up until looking in the small hand mirror Cassandra was holding. She could recall a feeling of revulsion at what her reflection had looked like, however, and concluded that she probably wouldn't like what she'd become, so she resolved to avoid the mirror at all costs in the future.

"Ok Madison, time to head out! No need to be in your cheerleader outfit any longer!" Cassandra called, now that Nicole had fully reverted.

"Finally!" Madison said, hopping up off the bed and quickly marching her athletic figure across the room as Nicole watched her strong, tan legs moving gracefully under her short skirt, remembering the delicious image of her fingering herself on the bed what felt like seconds before. Madison noticed her gaze, rolled her eyes, and gave Nicole the finger.

She looked in the mirror when Cassadra offered it, and the others watched as Madison's angry eyes slowly softened, and the simple Maddie that they knew and loved (or hated, in Nicole's case), slowly returned to them.

"Welcome back Maddie," Professor Streater said. "Do you remember anything?"

"Not really. It was weird - I looked in that big mirror over there, and suddently I couldn't help but keep staring. I can't remember what my reflection looked like, but it was like I was someone else, or like I was watching from a distance as my head got all fuzzy, and then I was gone. When I came back, I was over here by you guys. I have no idea what happened," she said, looking herself up and down. She was encouraged by the familiarity of her cheerleading uniform, though for some reason her bare pussy felt aroused and sensitive under her skirt as she walked over to the door to leave, almost as though she had somehow had sex. She wasn't sure what had happened down here, but she knew she didn't want to repeat it, in spite of the confusingly pleasurable sensations her swaying hips were causing.

"Ok Cassandra, time to keep your promise - let us leave," the petite professor demanded.

"Of course. I should warn you, however, that each of you will have to look into the small mirror above the door for it to open for you. If you have a desire to come back down here when you look into it, you'll never see me down here again, but if you don't want to come back, well, I guess I'll see you here next week, same time, same place, won't I? Oh, and either way, you won't be able to tell anyone else about this place, of course."

Professor Streater was horrified, since she planned to report Cassandra immediately after leaving. She walked over to the door and tried to somehow fool herself into believing that she really did want to come back next week, before finally meeting her own deep blue eyes in the mirror above the door, and feeling her head grow fuzzy as the door swung open. As she walked through, she realized that as much as she hated what Cassandra had done to the girls down there, for some reason she was really looking forward to coming back next week. The two undergrads came through the door shortly thereafter, but instead of discussing the strange events they had experienced that evening as they climbed the stairs, they found themselves talking about how excited they were to return.

 

Chapter 2: Beyond Good and Evil

The next week passed uneventfully. Maddie was still reeling from her breakup, and couldn't bear to see how Darren and Amber were all over each other in public, though she felt that her blackout the previous week in Cassandra's room in the basement had somehow helped, as though Darren had been less important to her after looking in that mirror. And, all the while, in the back of her mind was a constant reminder of how eager she was to go back to Cassandra's room, even with how off-putting her experience down there had been the previous week.

Nicole left Maddie alone for the most part, though she was still just as contemptuous of her, of course. Nicole was just too busy with her newest girlfriend, and she figured that her loud moans echoing down the residence hall each night would be torment enough. Nicole recalled the strangeness of her experience in the basement, of course, but wasn't worried about it too much. It had been out of her control, and whatever happened had happened, so there was no use dwelling on it. In any case, Nicole remembered the changes Maddie had undergone the previous week after looking in the mirror, and was very interested in possibly seeing that side of her again, which nicely complemented her own strong desire to return to the basement in spite of her slight misgivings about it.

Professor Alexis Streater went through her lectures and meetings almost mechanically, fully absorbed in the horrible moral and ethical implications of what Cassandra was doing, but not currently seeing a way to stop her. If only someone would do something! It never occurred to the professor to talk to anyone about it, however, and she told herself that perhaps she could fix things herself when she went back this week. She was certainly looking forward to it, in any case.

 

Inevitably, of course, the day arrived, and at 8pm sharp, the trio found themselves at the entrance to the mirror room in the basement once more. Today Maddie was wearing a simple white tshirt that said CHEER! across the front and short pink shorts with the word PINK across the butt that nicely showed off her tanned and toned athletic figure, while Nicole's curves were stuffed into a low-cut tanktop without a bra and the shortest skirt she could get away with. The professor wore slacks and a professional blouse on her petite frame, complete with tasteful pumps. They looked up at the uncovered mirror above the door, felt their heads fuzz slightly, and slowly walked into the room after the door opened. Once again it closed behind them with finality, and they recalled that they'd have to look in the mirror above the door in order to leave.

Cassandra was standing right where she had been the previous week, mirror in hand, waiting for them.

"Welcome back everyone! I'm so glad you all returned this week! Feel free to enjoy yourselves here for as long as you'd like, doing whatever you please," she said with a smile, taking a seat on a nearby chaise.

Maddie and Nicole stayed by the door, remembering their odd experiences from the previous week and determined to avoid the mirror in the middle of the room at all costs, though Nicole hoped Maddie might accidentally glance at it, of course.

The professor was carefully looking around the room in the meantime, desperate to find something she could use against Cassandra, but all she saw was expensive furniture and extravagant decorations. She eventually worked her way to the middle of the room, and began to examine the base and frame of the mirror that had triggered Nicole and Maddie's mental transformations. The entire time she was near it, she could feel her eyes being drawn almost magnetically to the silvery, reflective surface, and in a moment of weakness, she happened to catch a glance of a large, muscular young man somehow reflected in its burnished finish. Confused, she looked around herself in case she'd failed to notice anyone else in the room with them, before looking fully into the mirror as her natural curiosity betrayed her.

She was surprised to see the confident eyes of a virile young man looking back at her, and as her eyes remained glued to his, she realized that this young man was her reflection. She had fallen into the mirror's trap, and knew that within minutes she would fully believe that this young man was her. She tried to keep her mind on her task for the sake of her students, but as her eyes became more and more intently focused on her reflection and her mind began to cloud, she knew that Cassandra had won, and that none of her knowledge of human psychology would be able to save her from the appealing ideas currently invading her mind.

When she thought about it, she realized that her students were responsible for their own actions, and that what was going on here wasn't her fault at all. How could she have known what Cassandra was up to? It was more important for her to start doing what she wanted to for once, and what he wanted was to continue staring at his reflection, feeling his mind grow more reckless and sure of himself as he continued to absorb the mirror's appealing ideas. People were always telling him what to do, and never let him have what he wanted. And what he wanted, he suddenly realized, was what every horny young stud wanted: sex, lots and lots of sex. In fact, Alex could feel himself becoming aroused at that very thought, and hoped that his growing erection wasn't showing through his tight gym shorts. He looked down at his reflection in the mirror and saw that his dick was in fact tenting, but all of a sudden it no longer bothered him that it was clearly visible through the tight fabric. There was nothing like the sight of a large, erect cock on a muscular guy to draw exactly the kind of female attention he was looking for, but it could still get uncomfortable, so he reached down to adjust himself.

When he did so, he was surprised to find that his strong, masculine legs were somehow encased in professional-looking suitpants like his mom would wear. What the fuck?, he thought, pulling at the unfamiliar-feeling elastic material in bewilderment. Forgetting to adjust himself, and completely oblivious to the fact that he didn't actually have a penis, Alex checked the rest of his clothing and immediately noticed that his size 14 feet were somehow crammed into a pair of what seemed to be tiny womens' pumps! That couldn't be right, because his feet had been huge since his growth spurt a few years before, and he didn't think they made girls' shoes that big! Someone had to be messing with him. He kicked off the uncomfortable pumps, ripped off the bottoms of the hose he was apparently wearing, and felt better with his strong feet flat on the ground. He considered removing his girl pants as well, but he didn't know where he was, and didn't want to get arrested for indecency or something.

Lifting his gaze to his chest, he found that, once again, he was wearing women's clothing. What Alex saw as muscular pecs, earned through countless hours in the gym at his high school, were practically bursting the seams of the frilly blouse he found himself in, and he could even feel a bra digging into his chest. Giving himself over to his adolescent rage at the indignity of his situation, he ripped the blouse off and snapped the bra's straps, leaving what he thought was his muscular chest exposed.

The others, however, stared in surprise as their petite, world-renowned psychology professor ripped her blouse and bra off before their eyes, her face and chest flushed with sudden rage as her small, shapely breasts bounced and jiggled with the exertion, completely exposed in the middle of the room. Nicole in particular was drawn by the shapely body her professor had been hiding under her drab clothes, and looked her up and down approvingly.

Alex, for his part, thought little of taking his shirt off like this, especially after glancing around the unfamiliar room and seeing three hot co-eds standing near the door. With this physique, the girls definitely won't mind me showing a little skin. And, he thought, as he felt his adolescent hormones driving him to have sex with as many attractive young women as he could, if I play my cards right, it might even get me laid with one of them later. Grinning, he leaned back against a nearby pillar and placed his hands in his pockets to show off his chest and abs as he openly leered at the three women.

Nicole was quickly becoming more and more taken with this new Professor Streater as she felt the half-naked professor's eyes running up and down her curvy body, almost like a catcalling man's would. Whatever it was, Nicole was digging it. Where had all of this new confidence come from, and where had the professor been hiding that sexy little body? It wasn't fair - the mirror kept turning the women around her into sexy lesbians, so why did she have the feeling that her own experience had been so markedly different?

Maddie, however, was horrified as her revered professor flaunted her perky tits at them, apparently completely unconcerned by the fact that her assets were dangling freely off her petite torso in the first place, as her tasteful blouse lay on the floor in tatters. "Professor Streater, do you think you should, like, maybe put your shirt back on?" she asked tentatively.

"'Professor'? What the fuck are you talking about? It's 'Alex', and I can take my shirt off if I want to," Alex said sullenly. "I think you want me to put my shirt back on because you're enjoying the view a bit too much," he continued, flexing his bulging biceps at her.

Cassandra was watching this exchange with great interest, of course, and while the petite "Alex"'s tits jiggled as she attempted to flex her small arm at Maddie, Cassandra briefly glanced down at her mirror to check the list of the professor's changes.

 

Alexis Streater GENDER: FEMALE > MALE MATURITY: AGED AND RESPONSIBLE > YOUNG AND SELFISH CLIQUE: NERD > JOCK BUILD: PETITE > MUSCULAR SEX DRIVE: MIDDLE-AGED FEMALE > ADOLESCENT MALE INHIBITIONS: INHIBITED > UNINHIBITED SEXUAL ROLE: SUBMISSIVE > DOMINANT

 

Cassandra found herself nearly gasping with her own arousal after reading the description of the professor's changes. It was so hot that the mirror had made her think she was an adolescent male, especially one this testosterone-fueled. The professor would be aching to get her throbbing cock into all three of the women present, Cassandra included, even though she didn't have a throbbing cock, which just made Cassandra even hornier.

Meanwhile, bored of Maddie's prudishness, Alex looked back over at Nicole, who was showing very clear signs of interest, and winked at her suggestively. Encouraged by her blush, Alex stood up off the column and swaggered his way over to her, naked breasts bouncing freely, wrapped an arm around her waist, and said "Hi, I'm Alex, I don't think we've met."

Resolving not to let another opportunity slip away like she had last week, Nicole decided then and there that she was going to fuck her psychology professor, right here in Cassandra's room. She looked over at Cassandra. "You said we could do whatever we wanted to in here, right?"

"Absolutely. The bed wouldn't be so big if it weren't there to be used," Cassandra said with a wink, though the clear flush of arousal creeping its way up her neck filled Nicole with suspicion.

"You aren't going to do anything weird to us while we're over there, are you?"

"Not unless you want me too," she responded with a hungry grin.

Alex, however, had gleaned that Nicole was willing to fuck him, and the feeling of her soft body so close to his was more than he could stand. "Come on baby, she said it was ok. Let's go do it," he said as he wrapped his other arm around her and pulled her into him, the feel of her feminine curves against his hard body driving all thoughts out of his mind other than getting his hardening cock into that tight little pussy.

Nicole melted as the surprisingly strong, confident older women pressed her small, naked breasts into her side, and didn't make any attempt to resist as she felt Professor Streater's hand sneaking in to cop a feel of her large, braless breasts.

"I like those tits, bitch," Alex said gruffly as he gave her prominent nipples a pinch. "I bet you like these pecs too."

"Hell yeah," Nicole responded, totally down for whatever masculine roleplay her erstwhile professor now seemed into, as long as she kept doing whatever she was doing to her nipples.

As he groped Nicole's sexy body in her tight clothes, Alex felt his dick throbbing with need against her. Nicole experienced this as a series of pelvic thrusts her small professor was making against her wide hip, becoming even more turned on at her professor's obvious lust for her body. In fact, she seemed completely uninterested in Nicole other than in the pleasure her body could provide, which was exactly what Nicole had been craving - pure carnal pleasure, with no strings attached. Her misgivings about Cassandra forgotten, she allowed herself to be backed against the bed by the much smaller professor, who forcefully kissed her and began to sneak a hand up her short skirt. Nicole moaned encouragingly and quickly slid her panties off, before unbuttoning the professor's slacks and pushing them and her underwear down, revealing the professor's delightfully slick pussy, which Nicole couldn't wait to taste.

Alex, however, had other plans. Damn, this bitch really wants it, he thought to himself as he tried to press his erection against her, momentarily confused when he didn't feel any pressure back. He looked down and panicked when he saw no sign of his dick, afraid that he'd somehow lost his erection this close to banging such an incredibly hot slut.

"Here, you'll probably need this," Cassandra said, walking over and holding out a large strap-on. Alex briefly shook his head in bewilderment, suddenly feeling a strong sense of dysphoria, but once Cassandra bent over and put the strap-on around his naked torso, Alex felt a renewed sense of confidence as his cock proudly rose again, more than ready to sink itself deep into the brunette's willing pussy.

Nicole was briefly puzzled by the way Professor Streater hadn't seemed to notice Cassandra fitting her with a strap-on, but quickly forgot her confusion as the tiny professor pushed her backwards onto the bed and prepared to mount her.

Alex could practically feel the testosterone flooding his virile male body, and eagerly thrust himself deep into Nicole's soaked slit, the pleasurable sensations emanating from his strangely solid, inflexible dick driving him to thrust back into her again and again, as instinct drove the young man to mate with his eager partner.

As Cassandra watched Professor Streater thrusting into her student with her strap-on, watching the dildo grind against the professor's clit on every thrust, Cassandra tried to visualize what the professor must be feeling: a sensitive dick penetrating a slick, receptive pussy, seeming to grow harder and thicker with each thrust as the clitoral stimulation drove the professor toward her own orgasm.

All the while, Maddie was watching in horror as Nicole took advantage of Professor Streater, who was very clearly not herself. She tried to think of a way to get them to stop, and remembered that the mirror would change Nicole into someone else. Whatever Nicole's alter-ego was, it had to be preferable to what was currently going on, so Maddie silently made her way over to the mirror and rotated it so that it was facing the bed.

Nicole had just pulled herself up on top of Professor Streater to ride the strap-on, and was enjoying the feeling of the professor roughly groping her large tits through her thin shirt, but when she briefly looked up from the petite older woman she was fucking, she felt her eyes immediately lock onto those of a cute little Catholic schoolgirl once more. Somehow she had been tricked into looking into the mirror again! She immediately tried to look away, but it was too late - her reflection was staring back at her, and, overwhelmed by an irresistible feeling of submissiveness, Nicole suddenly felt a desire to allow the mirror to continue to work its magic on her, and couldn't bring herself to look away. She felt her familiar need to please others returning, and her posture once more became withdrawn as she grew more and more self-conscious. Suddenly, however, she noticed that another person's reflection had appeared in the mirror's shiny surface, and before she knew it, her sweet, innocent eyes were being pulled over...

Maddie wondered what Nicole's alter-ego looked like, and glanced into the mirror herself to see. She was surprised to find a petite, conservatively-dressed schoolgirl that otherwise looked exactly like Nicole staring out into the real Nicole's eyes. She could see that Nicole was already trapped by the mirror; her shoulders were already slumping with submission, and her deep moans became cuter and higher-pitched as Alex continued to fuck her with the dildo.

When Maddie tried to look away from the mirror, however, she instead found her eyes shifting slightly to the left, where the intense eyes of Madison eagerly met her gaze. She began to feel that familiar floating sensation as her personality began to pull away from her, and, as terrified as she was of what everyone would think of her when her alter-ego fully took over, when she tried to avert her gaze from the mirror, she instead felt an intense rush of arrogant self-confidence, and decided that she would look at the mirror for however long she damn well pleased. The more she did so, of course, the less she cared what the others thought of her, and the more she cared about how good their sexy, feminine bodies would feel in her strong hands as her waning desire for dick continued to slip away. Yes, some fresh pussy was exactly what she needed. But whose?

 

As Madison continued to glare into the mirror, her double's eyes shifted to the side, and Madison felt her eyes again being drawn back to Nicole's reflection. This time, however, when Nikki's sweet, innocent gaze met her own, Madison felt her head grow fuzzy in spite of her newfound self-reliance, and a new change began to wash over her, heedless of her feeble efforts to resist. She calmed down as she realized that there was a pussy that she wanted to taste above all others, and as she held on to the apathy and indifference that had made her strong, she felt a new desire growing within her to sexually dominate the small, innocent Nikki. Nikki's shyness and submission was clearly an invitation for Madison to assert herself, and this realization filled her with need, making her want to fuck her irresistible little lipstick lesbian lover all the more.

Staring into Madison's angry eyes in the mirror, the conservative Nikki had been similarly filled with an unwelcome lust for the bad-mannered girl she had timidly watched masturbate the previous week, but as the mirror continued to redefine their relationship, her mind compliantly accepted the new reality that Madison was not only her girlfriend, but her Mistress, and she felt her sweet, submissive nature reorient itself toward her volatile partner.

Once their new reality had fully taken hold in the confused lovers' minds, Nikki was released from staring at her girlfriend's sexy, athletic reflection, and woke up overcome with a feeling of unfamiliar pleasure, not unlike the handful of times she'd guiltily explored the sensitive, forbidden area between her legs. But this was much more powerful and pleasurable, with a pulsing, pounding rhythm that was causing an odd pressure to begin building up somewhere deep inside of her. Disoriented and self-conscious, Nikki looked down to see what was causing these confusing sensations, and was surprised as her vision was obstructed by two large, unfamiliar mounds, bouncing and jiggling in time with the pleasurable pounding coming from below. She realized that they were where her small breasts should be, but she must be wearing some sort of padded bra, since they felt much larger and weightier than they should. She still couldn't explain the way they hurt a bit each time they heavily bounced up and down, but by pressing them into her chest with her hands, she was finally able to look down and see what was going on.

She found herself looking down at the naked torso of a petite older woman, and felt the naughty thoughts invade her mind again, driving her arousal from the pleasant pounding even higher, especially with the look of intense desire on the woman's mousy face as she forcefully thrust up into her with what had to be a dildo. Nikki's mind was suddenly fully alert, and she realized that she must somehow be cheating on Madison with another woman! She glanced to the side and saw Madison standing there, but Madison's look of unreserved lust, combined with the growing sensations coming from Nikki's private place and her need to please the attractive woman currently enjoying her body, drove her to continue bouncing up and down on the large plastic cock filling her pussy as the maddening pressure continued to build within her.

When Madison came to, she saw that her petite, repressed Catholic girlfriend/slave was getting absolutely railed by a small woman with a surprisingly large strap-on. It was the hottest thing Madison had ever seen, and she immediately stuck a hand down her pants to finger her needy pussy as she began to shout encouragement to the two of them.

"Oh yeah, fuck my slutty, goody two-shoes slave! You like that, don't you Nikki? You act all sweet and innocent, but when the opportunity presents itself, you just can't resist being a sexy little lesbian slut, can you?"

Nikki knew that her mistress was right, and the rush of embarrassment she felt at being such a slut in front of her mistress made her even hornier. The odd pressure that was building within her with every stroke of the dildo quickly became more than Nikki could handle, and just when she thought she would explode, her body instead began to seize up in orgasm, and she let out a series of high-pitched gasps as she completely lost control of her body in full view of her Mistress and the other women.

Alex, meanwhile, was completely oblivious to the changes taking place in the women around him, entirely focused on grinding himself up into Nikki's receptive body even as she was oblivious to his thrusts in the midst of her change. As he got closer and closer to orgasm, however, he began to thrust more aggressively, eagerly awaiting the moment when he'd bust a nut in this hot slut's slick pussy. Just then, he noticed that the hot cheerleader standing beside them was yelling encouragement at him, getting clearly turned on by him fucking the curvy chick, whose was moaning in orgasm even as her face was contorted with what appeared to be shame and embarrassment. Damn these are some crazy bitches, he thought, but the sight of this hot slut cumming on his dick quickly drove him to the edge, and he fully embraced his instinct to fill the now-strangely-submissive chick bouncing on him with his seed. He thrust himself fully into her as his ab muscles began to contract, and moaned in satisfaction as what felt like liters of jizz burst out of him and into her.

"I'm so sorry Mistress! I don't know what happened! Please punish me!" Nikki cried as she came down from her peak, ashamed of her adultery.

Madison laughed. "It's ok slave. Anyhow, you already know that I need more pussy than I can get from you alone - that's why we have an open relationship, after all. Plus, watching you get drilled by that chick was fucking sexy."

"I know," Nikki responded shyly, still a bit self-conscious about their unusual romance and how far it had taken her out of her comfort zone. "And while I'm fine with you fuc... having sex with other girls, I only want to be yours, and don't want anyone else."

"You enjoyed it though, didn't you," Madison said with an evil grin as her lover nodded guiltily, before leaning in to give her a deep kiss that left her wanting more.

"Yes," Nikki whispered quietly. "I love you, Mistress."

"Yeah, I love you too slave. Move over bitch, it's my turn to fuck my cute little toy," she said, addressing Professor Streater.

"Cute little toy?? Her tits are bigger than your head!" Alex responded, confused but also completely satisfied since he'd just gotten to dump a full load into the curvy slut. He shrugged and sat on the edge of the bed to watch them fuck. Surprisingly his cock didn't seem to have lost any of its ridigity, even after cumming in the hot brunette, so he began jacking himself off as he watched.

In the meantime, Cassandra was glancing down at her mirror, incredibly confused at this unexpected new turn of events. She was surprised to see the following readout:

Madison Lancaster and Nicole Anderson ENEMIES > LOVERS

"Oh, this is new!" Cassandra said excitedly. She'd never seen two people look in the mirror at the same time before, and it seemed that this this allowed the mirror to add additional changes to the victims by reversing their relationships to each other! Cassandra made a mental note to test this new property out further in the near future, and squeezed her legs together as the heat between her thighs continued to grow at the implications of this new development.

 

Meanwhile, Madison was busy feeling up her submissive lover's small curves through her tight top. "I'm surprised to see you in clothes like this, Nikki. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love the way they show off your tiny figure, but they don't look like what you'd normally wear," she said as she stuck her hand up her curvy girlfriend's short skirt and teased her still-pulsing labia.

Nikki looked down at the tight clothes putting her small body almost entirely on display, and felt another surge of embarrassment-driven arousal as she squirmed on top of her athletic mistress' aggressive fingers. "But you're wearing cheerleading workout clothes, Mistress," she responded with eyes downcast.

"Yeah, it's what I was wearing last time I was here too. Easily remedied though," she said, stripping off her cheerleading tshirt and shorts and revealing her tanned, toned body to the hungry eyes of both her petite girlfriend and the strange woman vigorously stroking the dildo at the foot of the bed. The juxtaposition of that look of carnal need on Nikki's sweet, innocent face never failed to get Madison's motor running, but as she went to grab her lover's head and pull it down to her crotch her hands somehow bumped into Nikki's boobs, which oddly seemed much larger than they normally were. She adjusted her aim and tried again. Nikki, of course, was more than happy to submit to her mistress's desires, and began eagerly licking away.

Cassandra watched with glee as Maddie, who had been completely straight not five minutes ago, forcefully pushed the incredibly willing Nicole down into her lap, while Professor Streater jacked the dildo as she watched them, driving it into her clit and filling her with pleasure. When they finally finished a few minutes later, however, Cassandra decided that it was time to change them back and send them home so that she could have some private fun of her own.

She walked over to the bed and held the small hand mirror out to the two women cuddling in the afterglow. As their original personalities returned, Nicole and Maddie slowly became aware that they were naked in each other's arms, clearly having just had sex. They immediately pushed away from each other in disgust and began dressing, angry at the pleasant tingles still pulsing between their legs that had clearly come at the other's hands (and tongues), even if they couldn't remember it.

Cassandra couldn't help but tease them as they dressed, and quipped "You two really should work on your relationship problems - you make such a cute couple!"

They gave her a withering look as she walked over to the foot of the bed where the professor was still playing with the strap-on and held the mirror in front of her face.

Professor Alexis Streater slowly came to, and sighed in resignation and embarrassment at the realization that she was naked on the bed wearing a strap-on, with a soreness coming from her clitoris that let her know that it had seen considerable action. She calmly unstrapped herself, put her pants back on, and walked back over to the remains of her blouse and bra to cover as much of her nakedness as she could, before heading back over the door to prepare to leave. She was disappointed at how easily she had been duped, and at how easily she had succumbed to the mirror's influence, but there was nothing to be done, she couldn't remember who she had become or what she had done, and she had to focus instead on how she could save herself and her students from Cassandra in the future.

"Ok everyone, same time next week! That is, unless you want to come back, of course!" Cassandra taunted, her hand already playing with her inner thigh, clearly eager for them to leave so she could have some time to herself. "Remember to look in the mirror above the door on your way out!"

A few seconds later it was all over. The three women were climbing the stairs to the first floor, uncomfortable at their inability to remember what had happened, but all incredibly eager to come back and risk experiencing it again nonetheless.

 

Chapter 3: The Unbearable Lightness of Being

The following week, Maddie got the terrifying news from her mom that her younger sister, Kendal, had a few days off school, and would be coming to stay with her in her dorm. She tried to convince her mom that it would be a bad idea, but nothing she said made any difference, and it only resulted in her being called ungrateful. For some reason she hadn't been able to bring herself to tell her mom the real reason she didn't want her sister here, and before she knew it, her sister was on her way.

To be honest, the whole mirror situation wasn't the only reason Maddie was hesitant to have her sister visit. Maddie loved her sister, but they were very different people, and rarely got along. Kendal was a perfectionist, and extremely concerned with tidiness, which had made her a nightmare to grow up with, She thought highly of herself, and made efforts to let everyone know just how refined and high class she was, though she had had the same upper middle-class upbringing as Maddie. She had even started imitating the Transatlantic accent from old movies in an attempt to sound more posh than her Nebraska upbringing would suggest. Even worse, she was a senior in high school, had just turned 18, and thought she knew everything. She had also recently come out to their parents as ace, which hadn't surprised Maddie, since Kendal had never shown any interest in anyone other than herself, especially in a sexual way.

The day of both her sister's visit and her next scheduled trip to Cassandra's room inevitably arrived, and Maddie was ready for the delicate knock on her door when it came in the middle of the afternoon.

"Ah, hello Maddie dahling," she said when Maddie opened the door.

Maddie rolled her eyes. "Hi Kendal." Their mom said that the whole accent thing was just a phase, but Maddie wasn't so certain, and as much as she hated to admit it, it actually kinda suited her.

They went to grab dinner in the cafeteria, with Kendal complaining about the quality of the food the entire time, before heading back to Maddie's room to relax.

Eventually, however, eight o'clock drew near, and Maddie found herself getting up and beginning to make her way downstairs.

"Where are you going Maddie?"

"Don't worry about it. Stay here," she responded.

"No way, I'm going with you!" Kendal said, hopping up and following her big sister out the door.

Maddie was unable to stop herself from making her way to the basement, and unable to stop her sister from following her, so minutes later the two girls found themselves at the top of the final flight of stairs going down just as Nicole and Professor Streater arrived. The three regulars were dressed as they usually were, with Maddie showing off her toned legs under a pair of short shorts and a tight t-shirt, Nicole leaving nothing about her curvy body to the imagination with a tiny skirt, no underwear, and a tight maroon tank top with generous cleavage, and Professor Streater dressed professionally, if frumpily, in a brown pantsuit and frilly blouse. Kendal stuck out from the other three in her tasteful sundress that accented her slim body's feminine curves without being overtly sexual.

"Who's this?" Nicole taunted.

"My little sister. Leave her alone, Nicole."

Nicole snorted in laughter. "You brought your little sister here?? You're dumber than I thought!"

"Why on earth would you bring her with you?" the professor asked.

"I didn't have a choice! I told her to stay in my dorm room, but she wouldn't, and it's not like I could just not come!" The other two nodded, understanding perfectly. At that moment, the clock struck eight, and the four of them carefully made their way down the stairs and walked through the large door at the bottom.

 

As they entered the hidden room in the basement for a third time, Cassandra's eyes widened with surprise and delight at the sight of Kendal. "Well, who is this lovely young thing?"

"She's my sister. Please leave her out of this, Cassandra - she hasn't done anything wrong."

"Maddie, you wound me. You know that nobody's forced to do anything they don't want to here. How old are you, my dear?"

"I just tuhned eighteen," Kendal said, looking around the room in awe at the rich furnishings - this was just her style, and the huge, ornate mirror in the middle of the room was the perfect centerpiece. "I love what you've done down heah, especially that amazing mirrah. It's all very classic."

"Why thank you child. You should go have a look in it - it really ties the room together," Cassandra responded enticingly, winking at Maddie and the others.

"Ok!" Kendal gushed in youthful excitement, before skipping over to the mirror and looking into its polished surface before Maddie could stop her.

"No!" Maddie yelled, running over to grab her sister and try to pull her out from in front of the mirror, but she was too late. Kendal's mouth was already slack as she stared with dull eyes into her reflection, unable to look away, and no matter how hard Maddie pulled, she wouldn't budge. Maddie knew that her sister's personality was currently being overwritten by the mirror, and that there was nothing she could do, so she briefly glanced into the mirror herself to try to get an idea of who her sister would become. She was utterly shocked by her sister's nearly unrecognizable reflection, before her gaze was pulled over to the familiar angry stare of Madison, and she began to care less and less about what happened to her sister, and more and more about getting some alone time with her petite, submissive girlfriend, or any other girl that happened to be nearby at the time.

Kendal was confused - she felt compelled to continue looking at the mirror, but the longer she stared, the further her thoughts drifted. And her reflection didn't look anything like her! The woman staring out of the mirror was much older than she was, first of all, with strong freckles and a deep farmer's tan complementing the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes from long days out in the sun, but that couldn't be right, since Kendal was proud of her clear skin and avoided the sun to keep it healthy. Furthermore, this woman was much larger than she was, with a protruding belly, and mature breasts swollen by years of use both by her lovers and by her children, poorly covered by the loose overalls she was wearing. She still looked a bit like Kendal though, to the extent that Kendal might have thought the reflection was her mother's, if not for the obvious blue collar roots and uncharacteristic plumpness.

As Kendal stared with discomfort into the laid-back eyes of the freckled, pudgy face in the mirror, however, she began to be a bit jealous of her double's easygoing manner, and realized that she really didn't have to be so prim and proper all the time. She tried to hide it, but she was a country girl at heart, and there was nothing wrong with that. She saw how ridiculous her affected accent was, and resolved to fully lean into her rural, country twang instead. From now on she'd be true to herself. There was just no reason to be so uptight all the time; most things would work themselves out if you gave them a chance to, and those that wouldn't usually weren't worth the effort anyhow.

Feeling better about her new, carefree outlook on life, Kendal's attention was drawn back to her reflection's appearance. She realized that her initial impression had been too harsh - this was the body of a strong woman who accepted and loved herself for who she was, and didn't feel the need to put on airs to impress others. Kendal was again struck by the simple wisdom of this realization, and was glad she had adopted that outlook at such a young age. She accepted that her own belly, swollen tits, and wrinkles were the sign of a life well lived, and of a person who knew how to enjoy their body. Speaking of which, she realized that her initial disinterest in sex had stemmed from her mistaken belief that she was above her peers, and was too good for the pleasure that they could bring her. Looking at her reflection's well-worn body, which was feeling more and more familiar to her, however, she saw all of the pleasure an ignorant young girl could easily cheat herself out of by thinking too highly of herself. In her many years of experience, Kendal had quickly learned that letting others do stuff to her body felt good, so she'd let as many people as possible do so as often as possible, male or female, young or old.

Kendal's eyes drifted over to her sister, who was apparently looking into the mirror with her, and she felt her mind grow fuzzy again as the details of their relationship somehow began to grow... clouded. Maddie had always been relatively nice to her, but they had never had much in common, and she had always felt like Maddie had never taken her seriously, or deferred to Kendal's age and wisdom. It was time she started showed Kendal the respect she deserved. After all, Kendal had carried the ungrateful brat for 9 months and given birth to her, hadn't she? She remembered how easy her pregnancy had been, and how natural it had felt. She also remembered how natural the night of pleasure with a random stranger had felt that had given her Maddie in the first place. He had been a city boy who had thought her country accent was sexy, and apparently thought her country body was even sexier, since he had eagerly deposited load after load into her fertile, unprotected pussy before heading back to the city, never to be heard from again.

Kendal hadn't minded though. She liked being a woman, and feeling her body swell with life had been part of that experience. She rubbed her small hands up and down the soft fabric of the sundress covering her slim, virginal, 18 year old body as she looked at her buxom figure in the mirror, remembering how her mature body had stayed swollen, soft and jiggly after that first pregnancy, her nipples and areolas visible large and dark under the thin straps of her overalls. The men had liked her mom bod, and the women had too, she thought wistfully, licking her lips at the memory of the pleasure the tongues of all of her curvy, feminine lovers had brought to her sensitive body over the years. She had felt proud when Madison had come out to her as a lesbian, both because of the trust that Madison had showed in her as a mother, and because they could bond over their mutual taste in pussy. The fact that it meant more dick for Kendal as well was just a bonus.

In the meantime, Madison was so obsessed with her own thoughts of getting laid that she didn't even notice as her younger sister became her mother. When she finally looked over and met her mom's wrinkled gaze in the mirror, she remembered all of the sexy stories - and women - they had shared over the years. Madison rolled her eyes at the sight of her mom wearing nothing but a pair of overalls; she wasn't surprised, since she knew how much of a slut her mom was, which was why Madison had never known her father. Not that any of this bothered her, of course. It was none of her business, and hell, her mom was probably where she'd gotten her own love of polyamory from. It was definitely where she'd learned to lick a pussy properly.

As the two were (re-)discovering themselves, Cassandra glanced down at her hand mirror to see what the exact nature of the changes were.

 

Kendal Lancaster POSH > REDNECK
UPTIGHT > LAID BACK SLIM > CURVY ACE > PAN CRAVES SEX WITH NO ONE > CRAVES SEX WITH EVERYONE 18 AND VIRGINAL > MIDDLE-AGED WITH DECADES OF SEXUAL EXPERIENCE

 

Kendal Lancaster and Madison Lancaster SISTERS > MOTHER AND DAUGHTER

 

Cassandra lowered the mirror practically quaking with arousal. The sisters' newly discovered relationship with each other, and their shared extreme sexuality, was almost more than she could stand. She was so incredibly tempted to break her one rule, and insert herself into the sexual hijinks that were sure to ensue with these two in the room.

Madison was finally able to look away from her mother's gaze in the mirror, and, remembering the first few times she had come to in this strange room, immediately looked down at her clothes. This time she was prepared for the mild dysphoria she felt seeing the casual cheerleader/sorority girl outfit she once again found herself in, and even pulled the shorts up a bit and tied up her tshirt to show off her tight ass and toned abs more clearly, while she looked around the room to take stock of her current situation.

Kendal was discovering her own odd clothing, tugging on the small sundress that fit her petite body like a glove as though it were uncomfortably tight across her bust and hips. Once she had it situated over her belly as best she could, she pulled the chest straps of the dress down and to the sides a bit to show off more of her massive cleavage, not realizing that she had fully revealed her slim figure's small breasts and pert nipples in the process.

"Madison, look at this here dress I'm wearin'! It looks right purty!" she said, eager to show off to her daughter. The small sundress was something she might have worn decades ago, and seeing herself in a pretty number like this again was bringing back a strong dose of sexually-charged nostalgia.

"Mom, how on earth did you manage to pour yourself into that tiny thing?" Madison asked. "You look like a tramp!"

As Kendal continued to check herself out, Madison looked across the room and noticed Nicole for the first time.

"Nikki! What on earth happened to you? You look so odd, like you've put on about forty pounds, and in all of the right places too! Get over here bitch, and let me get my hands on that sexy body!" Nicole remembered how much she had wanted just this to happen, for Maddie's sexy alter-ego to come on to her like this, but the bizarre experience she had had last week with the altered Professor Streater, combined with the odd way this new Maddie had called her sister "Mom" and her "Nikki", had Nicole a bit weirded out at the whole thing.

"No thanks, I think I'll just stay over here with the professor today," Nicole said, drawing back a few steps, almost defensively.

Confused and, surprisingly, even a bit hurt, Madison turned to her mother to explain the situation. "Mom, this is my girlfriend Nikki that I was telling you about, but she's acting really weird. Last time I was here, I heard them saying that the mirror changes you - I think they made Nikki look in that mirror, and she changed into this weird girl. If we can make her look in the mirror again, she may change back!"

"Awright then, let's go git her!" Kendal stomped over to where the usually confident Nicole was practically cringing in fear, grabbed her by the arm, and started yanking her over toward the mirror.

"What are you doing, you crazy bitch! Let me go!" Nicole yelled as the small teenage girl's surprising strength overpowered her and she felt herself being pulled closer and closer to the mirror's calm surface, full of dangerous potential.

"Y'all need to come with me now, and look in this here mirror!" Kendal finished dragging the much larger Nicole over to the mirror, and held her steady while Madison opened her eyes and forced her to look at her meek, petite reflection. Immediately Nicole felt the fight go out of her, and began to feel more and more comfortable with the sensation of being firmly held in another woman's powerful arms as her desire for the fairer sex flared back up, and she began to hope the strong woman holding her in place might take advantage of her in her weakened state. Kendal was looking into the mirror as well to ensure that whatever was supposed to happen to Nikki happened, but once the busty girl in her arms stopped resisting, she felt her own eyes drawn to the girl in the mirror, and was surprised at the petite vixen she found reflected there.

Madison looked into the mirror as well, just in case that would help Nikki find herself, but her girlfriend and her mom had already locked eyes with each other, and Madison had no choice but to wait passively, frozen in place, as her lover and mother became more and more familiar with each other. As Madison's mind calmy accepted the new sexual relationship between her mom and her girlfriend, Kendal's tight grip on Nikki's arms loosened slightly, and she began to slide her hands up and down the familiar curves of what she now saw as her own petite little lover, in addition to being her daughter's girlfriend. Nikki's squirming had long since stopped being about escape, and was now due her increasing arousal at the hands of her girlfriend's eager and experienced mother.

Cassandra watched the busty goth's large tits jiggle as Maddie's tiny sister manhandled them, and slowly came up behind the three women and looked into the mirror with them, unable to hold herself back anymore. She smiled through her spectacles at her complete lack of a reflection, and admired the differences between the three women and their doubles as she brought up her hand mirror once more to see the changes.

 

Kendal Lancaster and Nicole Anderson UNACQUAINTED > DISCREET LOVERS

 

When the three girls were finally released from the mirror's grasp, Kendal found herself free to explore her young companion further. When she slid her hand under Nikki's short skirt and found her naked pussy waiting, already wet with arousal, she felt herself flush with excitement.

"Little Nikki, wearing a short skirt and no undergarments? That's not like y'all at all!" she whispered intensely into the girl's ear, feeling the girl shiver at her hot breath.

"Mrs. Lancaster, we can't do this anymore! Madison is my girlfriend, and it feels wrong to have... relations... with her mother so often," Nikki said. Tellingly, however, she made no effort to extricate herself from her mature lover's embrace, and in fact sank into it even further as the older woman nibbled her earlobe, sending embarrassed tingles up and down her spine. When she realized that she had somehow forgotten to wear panties once again, she blushed with shame at her own wantonness even as she softly thrust herself down onto Kendal's hand, unable to resist her own carnal urges as the practiced fingers teased apart the her slick labia and slowly made their way into her uncovered depths. Nikki justified her promiscuous behavior with the clear enjoyment Mrs. Lancaster was getting from taking advantage of her, and knew that Madison was well aware of how strong her submissive urge to please others was, especially with her body.

Madison just laughed, filling Nikki with a healthy dose of relief, embarrassment, and arousal. "It's ok, bitch. I fuck other women all the time, and I know you can't resist the affections of an assertive woman. And it's not like I didn't know what you two have been doing - I've been enjoying myself watching you for months!"

 

As Madison joined what she saw as her milfy mother and petite, submissive lover in their tryst, Cassandra made her way back over to where Professor Streater was standing in the corner with her face to the wall.

"Hello Professor. You don't want to join the activities today?"

"Absolutely not. I have no desire to replace my personality with some one else's. Last week was an accident, and it won't happen again," the professor said resolutely, still refusing to face her captor.

"But you had so much fun last week! We all did! And you remember what it felt like to look in the mirror - it'll be nice, like a dream," Cassandra wheedled.

"But I can't even remember what I did!" the professor yelled.

"That just means that whatever happened isn't your fault, and that you're not responsible for those actions. And look how much fun the others are having!"

The professor glanced over toward the center of the room, not realizing that Cassandra had turned the mirror to face her before coming over. She was momentarily surprised by the erect cock pressing against the tight gym shorts of the muscular young man facing her back out of the mirror, clearly visible even across the room, but even as she realized how she had been duped, she felt a surge of pride at how big that cock was as a familiar sensation of intoxicating strength and virility began to flow through her. She had to admit, Cassandra was right about how good it felt to feel so young and, well, sexual. She found herself walking over to the mirror to see his body better, flexing as he went, as he once again felt himself filling with an intense, testosterone-fueled desire to sink his sensitive cock into a tight, receptive little pussy. He hadn't really thought past that point, about how that pussy would probably soon have him spurting inside of it. Intellectually he knew the risks what could happen if he wasn't careful, of course, but the instinct was too strong for him to resist, and he was entirely too young to worry about things like consequences.

Once he stopped admiring his muscles and straining cock in the mirror, Alex looked down in dismay to once again find that he was wearing a frumpy women's business suit. Remembering how well things had gone for him last time he found himself in this predicament, however, he decided to strip to his boxers, leaving Cassandra to enjoy the view as the petite professor practically ripped off her own clothes, her cute little tits bouncing appealingly with the exertion of getting herself out of her offensive garments. Once she was wearing nothing but boy shorts that she pulled tight to clearly outline her plump cameltoe, Cassandra watched her look around the room hungrily, her eyes settling on the three cute coeds making their way toward the bed in the center of the room.

Alex recognized the hot curvy slut that he'd emptied his cock into last week, as well as what had seemed to be her girlfriend after she got all weird, but there was a new girl this time, and she was quite the piece of eye candy. She was in the process of stripping off a sundress, revealing a petite body that had an inviting softness to it, as opposed to the leggy, more muscular petite girl beside her. Looking at their nubile young bodies in a clear state of arousal was more than Alex could stand, so he began to make his way over, stripping off his boxers along the way, unable to resist his eager cock's instinctual desire to slide itself into the new girl's soft little pussy.

Kendal looked over at the cute little mid-30s woman making her way over to the bed, stark naked, titties shaking as she proudly strode her way over. "Mind if I join?" the woman asked confidently, as she absentmindedly strapped a dildo onto herself and began stroking it.

"Come on then! The more the merrier!" Kendal said, almost taken aback by the other woman's surprising assertiveness, but, eager for a new experience, she allowed Madison to take over for her in the important task of roughly driving petite little Nikki to orgasm. Kendal bent herself over the edge of the bed and spread her legs wide to allow the large dildo full access to the ready pussy dripping with anticipation between her large, cushiony asscheeks, framed by her wide birthin' hips and thick thighs.

Alex couldn't believe his luck. Just the girl he'd had his eye on had practically thrown herself at him, just like last time, and he wasted no time in positioning himself behind her, rubbing his hands over her petite, creamy young thighs and tight, firm ass, before grabbing on to her narrow hips and sliding his dick inch by exhilarating inch into her tight, wet canal. He finally bottomed out, feeling his dick jerk with pleasure and satisfaction, before withdrawing and setting up a nice rhythm inside this new young slut.

As Kendal enjoyed the familiar sensation of being pleasantly fucked by a dildo strapped to a hot woman, she suddenly remembered something. "Ah almost forgot; ah think you're s'posed to look in the mirror before you fuck. It's a rule or sumthin'."

"Whatever," Alex said, willing to do literally anything to stay inside this fresh young pussy as he felt the familiar tightening sensation just beginning within his balls. As the two of them looked into the mirror though, Alex was surprised to discover that what he'd thought was a cute little co-ed was actually a mature, curvy milf. He continued to pump himself in and out of her, of course - fucking his stepmom was one of his favorite pastimes - but he'd had her so many times that he was starting to crave someone fresher and younger. Even so, he could definitely see what his dad had seen in her before he passed - the woman was insatiable, and the pussy was like a vacuum. He could usually only stand a few strokes inside his experienced stepmom once she decided to start milking him before he shot himself off like a geyser inside of her.

Kendal, for her part, was focused on the reflection of the hard dick hanging off this young stud, her second husband's son from a previous marriage, as it pistoned in and out of her in building need. She decided she'd let him think he was lasting a little longer this time before tightening her muscles and driving him over the edge, which would send him spurting deep into her cunt, as usual. She was glad they weren't actually related, especially with how often they fucked and how casual she was with her birth control. She grinned evilly at Alex's hot, young reflection in the mirror, tightened herself around him, and he moaned in surprise and pleasure as he found himself cumming inside his sexy stepmom yet again.

Madison and Nikki looked up at the commotion, met Alex's eyes in the mirror, and sighed passively as their reserved former professor became a young, insatiably horny male member of their family. Madison briefly thought about how gross it was for her step-brother to be fucking her mom again. If she wasn't more careful, she was gonna get knocked up again. Oh well, it was none of her business, and Nikki's tongue was so distracting...

Cassandra walked over to the orgy on the bed and looked down at her mirror to see the final round of changes.

 

Alexis Streater and Kendal Lancaster UNRELATED > STEPMOTHER AND STEPSON

 

Madison Lancaster and Alexis Streater UNRELATED > STEPSIBLINGS

 

Cassandra's knees went weak at the sight of all of these women thinking they were related fucking each other, and she staggered against the bed as her arousal got the better of her. At that exact moment, however, Alex's passionate flailing as he came inside his stepmom got a little too wild, and his elbow slammed into Cassandra's cheek, knocking off her spectacles.

She bent down to pick them up and was glancing around to regain her balance when she suddenly realized that she was looking fully into the mirror, completely unprotected. Taken aback by what she saw, she instinctively tried to look away, but a childlike curiosity suddenly overcame her, and she realized that she wanted to look for just a few more seconds, to see what her reflection looked like more closely. It was already too late, of course, and she was long past the point of being able to avert her gaze.

The full weight of what she had accidentally done began to sink in, even as her precious control slipped away from her. She had thought of herself as a strong person, clever, with an unbreakable will, but now she realized just how fragile her own personality and reality were as they began to crumble around her. For so long she had believed that she was the one in charge, that she controlled the mirror, but now she knew that she was just as susceptible to its power - the mirror was the one in charge here, and she had merely been its pawn. Her hand unclasped, and her small hand mirror fell to the floor and shattered.

Cassandra had always been obsessed with control, but now that she was being forced to give it up, she felt so unburdened and carefree, as though a weight had been lifted off her shoulders, leaving her light and free to enjoy life. As she continued to stare into her reflection, she saw the excitement in her double's gaze, and thought that maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. Her reflection's eyes stared up at hers, wide with innocence and wonder, and Cassie couldn't help but be infected by that intense curiosity, letting out a giddy giggle at her reflection, at the hole in her smile where her front teeth had fallen out, and at the way her curls bounced in the mirror. She looked down at the dress her reflection was wearing - she looked like a princess! She was so glad that mommy had allowed her to play dress-up today! She was going to have so much fun!

Cassie looked around the mirror’s reflection and saw other people there as well! She gave them a toothy grin as her eyes were drawn to each of theirs in turn, vaguely aware of the fact that some part of her was changing subtly as she did so.

 

The others had all glanced over at the sound of Alex banging into Cassandra and her glasses falling to the floor, and they were all quickly trapped in the mirror together as each of them learned their new relationship with little Cassie.

Alex was briefly confused by the sight of the little girl in the mirror beside him, but then a paternal protectiveness began growing within him, and once he was freed from the mirror’s grasp he managed to persuade his young daughter to get back off the bed so they could go play somewhere together and leave the rest of the family to their activities.

Meanwhile, Madison and Nikki each stared into the cute child’s eyes for a few seconds before sharing a knowing, longsuffering look at Madison's little sister's antics, before getting back to the much more important task of giving each other a seemingly endless series of orgasms.

Kendal grinned as she watched her sexy stepson playing with their daughter. She remembered the night little Cassie had been conceived: she had warned Alex that it wasn't safe, but then had given his sensitive young cock one of her patented pussy massages anyway, knowing full well that the horny stud wouldn't be able to resist. Well, not only had he not pulled out - that rascal had sunk himself up to the hilt and started spurting balls deep. The thick cum from his virile young body had been more than her fertile pussy could handle, and he had plumb knocked her up. There hadn't been another accident since little Cassie, but with the insatiable Alex riding her bareback as often as he did and continually cumming in her unprotected pussy, it was just a matter of time before their little family grew even larger. Looking over at the clock on the wall, however, she noticed that it was way past Cassie's bedtime. "Awright y'all, it's time to head 'em up and move 'em out!"

Everyone let out a collective groan of disappointment, but as easygoing as Mrs. Lancaster was, she was anal when it came to parenting her youngest, and so her slutty daughter and her daughter's cute little gf, along with her stepson holding hands with their little daughter all began to slowly dress and make their way over toward the door.

"I don't know why I'm always wearing some old woman's clothes when I'm in here!" Alex yelled in disgust as he put on the blouse and pantsuit so as not to be indecent when they got outside.

"At least you're not wearing slutty clothes like I am," Nikki commented quietly, and in turn, each of the others complained about their clothes as well. All with the exception of little Cassie, who absolutely loved the green gown she had found herself in.

As they approached the door, words crawled across the broken shards of the hand mirror back over by the bed, completely unnoticed by the happy family.

 

Cassandra Morgana YOUNG ADULT > YOUNG CHILD MATURE > IMMATURE SERIOUS > FUN-LOVING CONTROLLING > CAREFREE

 

Madison Lancaster, Kendal Lancaster, Nicole Anderson, Alexis Streater, and Cassandra Morgana MISCELLANEOUS > HAPPY HOUSEHOLD

 

"This place is so neat - I can't wait to come back here tomorrow!" the usually apathetic Madison said excitedly.

"I know!" Nikki said. "It was so much fun!"

Everyone echoed their sentiments, but when they finally got over to the door, it didn't seem to want to open.

"Y'all, how do we get outta here?"

"Gotta look inna miwwow!" Cassie said knowledgeably. She looked up at the mirror, felt her eyes unfocus briefly, and giggled as the door swung open.

The others looked into the mirror in turn, before the happy family ventured out of the basement together, suddenly aware that they never wanted to come back to this place again.

Meanwhile, back in Cassandra's room, the mirror stood alone on its pedestal, patiently waiting to assist the next person in need of some self-reflection.