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<<set $gamestart to false>>
<<set $inv to [
]>>
<<set $webincest to false>>
<<set $webbest to false>>
<<set $benshower to false>>
<<set $helenpeep to false>>
<<set $bentissue to false>>
<<set $famupdate to false>>
<<set $zoeupdate to false>>
<<set $mutupate to false>>
<<set $fam to 'Family'>>
<<set $helenupdate to false>>
<<set $terryupdate to false>>
<<set $benupdate to false>>
<<set $mollyupdate to false>>
<<set $joanupdate to false>>
<<set $helendiary to false>>
<<set $diaryentry to '1'>>
<<set $terrywankpeep to false>>
<<set $joanphotopeep to false>>
<<set $shop to false>>
<<set $shop1 to false>>
<<set $carlletter to "false">>
<<set $benphotosave to false>>
<<set $lustboost to '0'>>
<<set $hormone1 to false>>
<<set $rocketsexmenu to false>>
<<set $helencarlfollow to 'notdone'>>
<<set $terryporno to 'notgiven'>>
<<set $evopod to false>>
<<set $doublebirth to false>>
<<set $broodtoiletfirst to false>>
<<set $zoe to [
{cor: 0},
{teeth: 'normal', tongue: 'ordinary', tonguemod: 'an', throat: 'behaves just the way a human throat should'},
{breastadj1: 'cute', breastadj2: 'little', cup: 'A cup', nipadj1: 'small and pointed', nipadj2: 'are not doing anything ordinary nipples should not be', breaststatus: 'Nothing out of the ordinary here'},
{wombadj1: 'quite unremarkable', wombstatus: 'empty'},
{gutadj1: 'maze', gutstatus: 'nothing but partially digested food'},
{vagadj1: 'tidy little', vagadj2: 'virgin', vagadj3: 'is as tight as can be'},
{anusadj1: 'normal', anusadj2: 'tight', anusadj3: 'uncorrupted', anusand: 'and'},
{stomach: "Zoe's stomach is exactly as a human stomach should be."}
]>>
<<set $zoesex to [
{mast: 0, voyeurisms: 0, org: 0, pussfing: 0, pussfing2: 0, pusseat: 0, pusseat2: 0, handjobgive: 0, handjobrec: 0, blowjobgive: 0, rimjobgive: 0, rimjobrec: 0, blowjobrec: 0, fuckvag: 0, fuckass: 0, vagfucked: 0, assfucked: 0, beast: 0, group: 0, fucknip: 0, nipfuck: 0, energylevel: 1, energymax: 1}
]>>
<<set $birthcount to [
{zoe: 0, helen: 0, terry: 0, ben: 0, joan: 0, rocket: 0, molly: 0}
]>>
<<set $phase to [
{phase: '1', obj: '1', daycount: 1}
]>>
<<set $helenstat to [
{status: '0/10 - @@.h;Helen@@ is totally uncorrupted.', sexexp: 0},
{stage: 'base', diaryadd: 0, obj2talk1: 'no'}
]>>
<<set $benstat to [
{status: '0/10 - @@.b;Ben@@ is totally uncorrupted.', sexexp: 0},
{stage: 'base'}
]>>
<<set $mollystat to [
{status: '0/10 - @@.m;Molly@@ is totally uncorrupted.', sexexp: 0}
]>>
<<set $terrystat to [
{status: '0/10 - @@.t;Terry@@ is totally uncorrupted.', sexexp: 0},
{stage: 'base'}
]>>
<<set $joanstat to [
{status: '0/10 - @@.j;Joan@@ is totally uncorrupted.', sexexp: 0, chat: '1'},
{stage: 'base'}
]>>
<<set $rocketstat to [
{trust: 0, mut1: 0},
{stage: 'base'}
]>>
<<set $broodling to [
{birth: true},
{pop: 0},
{gestation: 0}
]>>
<<set $brainworm to [
{pop: 1}
]>>
<<set $wombworm1 to [
{pop: 1}
]>>
<<set $mut to [
{energy1: false, broodsize1: false},
{energy1done: false, broodsize1done: false, doublebirthdone: false}
]>>
<<set $bathroom to [
{broodlings: 0}
]>>
<<set $throat to [
{clitstatus: 'inactive', clitlevel: 0}
]>>
<<set $surveilance to [
{evo: false, inactive: true, first: false},
{gestate: 0, implant: false, pop: 0},
{bathroom: false, zoeroom: false}
]>>
<<set $upgrade to false>>
<<set $broodfull to false>>
<<set $mollyhome to false>>The sodium glow of street lights pool on the pavements of Merryweather Avenue. Silence lies like a blanket over the houses, ruffled only by the faint dopplered echo of police sirens from the main road. The neighbourhood sleeps. A few waking souls still stir, fathers working late and teenagers staring slack-jawed into glowing screens, but most are dead to the world.
In a house tucked behind a row of birch trees at the end of the road, the Morgan family sleeps. A @@.h;mother@@ and @@.t;father@@, a @@.z;daughter@@, a @@.b;son@@ and a @@.j;grandmother@@ snore peacefully, mercifully unaware of the grotesque destiny that lies ahead of them. In his basket in the living room, a dog looks up, suddenly alert.
A green flash and a dull rumble, the faint scent of burnt … something.
The dog buries his snout into his blanket, his ears flat against his head.
[[Upstairs|intro2]].
@@.embold;Name@@: @@.z;Zoe@@
@@.embold;Age@@: 18
@@.embold;Bio@@: Zoe is the middle-child in the Morgan family. She’s a shy and studious young woman, content to remain in the background and not make a big deal out of things. She has precious little experience with boys (or girls for that matter) and is still a virgin. She tells people that she’s still waiting for the right one, but really has always chickened out when such opportunities arise. She’s intensely loyal to her friends and family and hates to see people in distress. Zoe is interested in books and writing and hopes one day to be remembered for writing award-winning science-fiction. Zoe is short and petite, with green eyes a auburn hair that is cut to shoulder length.
@@.embold;Corruption@@: <<if $zoe[0].cor is 0>>0/10 @@.bold;Zoe is as innocent as a spring lamb@@.<<elseif $zoe[0].cor is 1>>1/10<<elseif $zoe[0].cor eq 2>>2/10<<elseif $zoe[0].cor is 3>>3/10<<elseif $zoe[0].cor is 4>>4/10<<elseif $zoe[0].cor is 5>>5/10<<elseif $zoe[0].cor is 6>>6/10<<elseif $zoe[0].cor is 7>>7/10<<elseif $zoe[0].cor is 8>>8/10<<elseif $zoe[0].cor is 9>>9/10<<elseif $zoe[0].cor is 10>>10/10 @@.bold;Zoe is at maximum corruption ... for now@@<</if>>
[[Infestation Statistics|zoephys]].
[[Sexual Statistics|zoesex]].
[[Mutations and Adaptations|zoemut]].
<<back>>
The girl wakes with a start. She sits up in her bed and listens carefully, straining through the silence. A green-hued flickering lights up her bedroom like a strobe before plunging her back into darkness. She feels her heart thumping in her chest, her breathing shallow, and then a crash from outside rattles the windows in their frames.
She gets up from her bed and pads quietly over to the window, her hands clutched to her chest.
Across the garden and over the back fence, through the tall pines, a strange glow pulses like distant fire, only green. Her curiosity overcoming her fear, the girl decides to investigate. She quickly dresses in a hoodie and jogging bottoms, then hurries downstairs.
Out into the garden she sneaks. She spares a look back to her house, checking nobody is watching from the windows, and hauls herself over the fence and into the [[woodlands beyond|intro3]].The woods are dark but the girl isn’t afraid. She knows these woods like a second home, each tree familiar like an old friend. Following the green glow, she passes the site of a childhood den, the initials of a past crush carved into bark.
As she draws closer, she begins to notice a strange odour, like nothing she’s ever smelled before. It’s awful, sharp and sickly sweet. The girl brings her sleeve up to her mouth but there’s no escaping the scent. It sticks to the back of her throat and makes her want to gag. Still she pushes on, determined to discover the source of the light.
The further she goes, however, the dimmer the light becomes, until soon it’s all but gone, leaving her in the dark. With nothing but feeble moonlight to guide her, the girl begins to wish she’d never strayed out. Fighting back her fright, she fumbles through the woods. As the minutes pass by a terrible truth dawns upon her: [[she’s lost|intro4]]!
The girl, now frantic, rushes through the trees, branches whipping at her face and tearing at her hair. She barely notices when she breaks out into a clearing, a patch of forest where the trees appear to have been blasted aside, leaving little else but smoking stumps.
She stops, panting to get her breath back. The smell here is stronger than before, so strong that her eyes are watering.
Looking around the clearing, the girl sees that great mounds of soil have been gouged out of the ground. She struggles up to the top of one of them, one hand over her nose. Looking down from its peak, she gasps - she’s standing on the rim of a small crater.
Once again excited, she peers down into the murk at its bottom. There’s something down there, something stirring. Something living? A series of wild thoughts gallop through her mind. Has this something come from outer space? Could it have survived its passage through the planet's atmosphere? Then what about the impact? Could she be looking at the first evidence of extraterrestrial life? And if so, is it still alive?
The girl bends lower to get a better look. The ground shifts suddenly beneath her and she loses her footing, tumbling down [[into the pit|intro5]].
The girl’s yelp of surprise is cut off as she lands with a thump at the bottom of the crater, her head hitting a rock with a dull crack. Only it’s not a rock, but a smooth and perfectly spherical object lying at the very base of the pit.
As the girl lies unconscious beside it, the sphere shudders violently. A thin crack forms across its upper hemisphere, travelling in a jagged and gradually thickening line towards the lower. A patch of the fractured surface lifts, as something pushes its way out from within.
A thick grub-like worm is squirming its way out of the broken sphere, its body slick with sticky fluid. It wiggles free and plops down onto the ground mere inches away from the girl's face. It writhes about, leaving streaks and globs of slime in the dirt. Stimulated by the girl's shallow breaths, the grub slithers its way [[towards her|intro6]].
The worm reaches the girl’s face and begins to climb, gripping at her skin with rows of microscopic spines along its body. Up onto her chin it crawls, pausing to nose at her lips with its snout. Finding that way blocked by teeth, it continues on its way, wriggling towards her closed eye, leaving a trail of shiny slime along her cheek.
The grub finds no way in there either. It is warm against the girl’s face, but still too cold for it to survive for much longer. If it can’t find a way inside her soon it will perish, its mission over before it has even properly begun.
It crawls back down towards the mouth, to where, just above the upper lip, an intermittent stream of warm air is flowing in and out. Finding this way unobstructed, the worm crawls inside the fleshy tunnel. Energised by the heat coming from surrounding blood vessels, following its alien instincts, it burrows further and further inside.
At the back of the tunnel it starts to secrete a potent but short-lived acid, burning its way through. It crawls through the newly forming opening, attracted by the pulse of bio-electrical signals beyond.
The girl’s eyelids flutter, revealing eyeballs that have rolled back up into her skull. Her hands start to tremble violently and her legs kick out behind her.
The worm bores its way deeper into her brain, excreting a trail of healing agents behind to patch up the damage and thus seal itself inside its new home.
Somewhere off in the woods an owl hoots and the night draws on, the sleeping world oblivious to the [[girl and her plight|meetfam1]].
Here you can keep track of Zoe's infestation, as well as changes to her physcial and mental state:
@@.embold;Head@@: An alien grub has burrowed into Zoe's cranium and fused with her brain stem. Her mouth contains $zoe[1].teeth teeth and $zoe[1].tonguemod $zoe[1].tongue tongue. Her throat $zoe[1].throat.
@@.embold;Breasts@@: Zoe has $zoe[2].breastadj1 $zoe[2].breastadj2 $zoe[2].cup tits. Her $zoe[2].nipadj1 nipples $zoe[2].nipadj2. $zoe[2].breaststatus.
@@.embold;Womb@@: Zoe's $zoe[3].wombadj1 womb is $zoe[3].wombstatus. <<if $wombwormloc is 'vag'>><<if $broodling[2].gestation eq 1>><<if $doublebirth is true>>There are two unborn broodlings inside Zoe's uterus, causing her belly to swell. She looks at least five months pregnant.<<else>>There's an unborn broodling inside Zoe's uterus, causing her belly to swell. She looks at least four months pregnant.<</if>><</if>><<else>><</if>>
@@.embold;Stomach@@: $zoe[7].stomach <<if $surveilance[1].implant is true>>Zoe's mutated stomach is currently home the larval form of a gradually maturing surveillance organism.<</if>>
@@.embold;Gut@@: The $zoe[4].gutadj1 of Zoe's gut contains $zoe[4].gutstatus. <<if $wombwormloc is 'ass'>><<if $broodling[2].gestation eq 1>><<if $doublebirth is true>>There are two unborn broodlings inside Zoe's large intestine, causing her belly to swell. She looks at least five months pregnant.<<else>>There's an unborn broodling inside Zoe's large intestine, causing her belly to swell. She looks at least four months pregnant.<</if>><</if>><<else>><</if>>
@@.embold;Vagina@@: Zoe's $zoe[5].vagadj1 $zoe[5].vagadj2 pussy $zoe[5].vagadj3.
@@.embold;Anus@@: Zoe has a $zoe[6].anusadj1 arsehole, $zoe[6].anusadj2 $zoe[6].anusand $zoe[6].anusadj3.
<<back>>Here you can keep a track of the different sexual acts Zoe has engaged in. Just for fun.
@@.embold;Times Masturbated@@: $zoesex[0].mast
@@.embold;Orgasms Sustained@@: $zoesex[0].org
@@.embold;Times Peeked on Others@@: $zoesex[0].voyeurisms
@@.embold;Pussies Fingered@@: $zoesex[0].pussfing
@@.embold;Times Pussy Fingered@@: $zoesex[0].pussfing2
@@.embold;Pussies Eaten@@: $zoesex[0].pusseat
@@.embold;Times Pussy Eaten@@: $zoesex[0].pusseat2
@@.embold;Handjobs Given@@: $zoesex[0].handjobgive
@@.embold;Handjobs Received@@: $zoesex[0].handjobrec
@@.embold;Blowjobs Given@@: $zoesex[0].blowjobgive
@@.embold;Blowjobs Received@@: $zoesex[0].blowjobrec
@@.embold;Rimjobs Given@@: $zoesex[0].rimjobgive
@@.embold;Rimjobs Received@@: $zoesex[0].rimjobrec
@@.embold;Times Fucked Vaginally@@: $zoesex[0].fuckvag
@@.embold;Times Fucked Anally@@: $zoesex[0].fuckass
@@.embold;Pussies Fucked@@: $zoesex[0].vagfucked
@@.embold;Asses Fucked@@: $zoesex[0].assfucked
@@.embold;Acts of Bestiality@@: $zoesex[0].beast
@@.embold;Times Engaged in Group Sex@@: $zoesex[0].group<<if $nipplefuck is true>>
@@.embold;Times Nipple Fucked@@: $zoesex[0].fucknip
@@.embold;Nipples Fucked@@: $zoesex[0].nipfuck<</if>>
<<back>>Here you can keep a track of the different mutations and adaptation Zoe has accrued. These improvements will help her infest her family much more efficiently. <<if $lustboost is '1'>>
<u>@@.embold;Hormone Addiction@@</u>
Prolonged exposure to the alien reproductive hormones has resulted in the start of a dependency. Zoe now has more energy to spend on sexual escapades. <i>+1 energy</i><</if>><<if $mut[0].energy1 is true>>
<u>@@.embold;Gut Pacification@@</u>
Zoe has used her evolution pod to launch an offensive against certain species of bacteria in her gut, further optimising the effects of the brainworm's hormones on her body. <i>+2 energy</i><</if>><<if $doublebirth is true>>
<u>@@.embold;Improved Birth Rate@@</u>
The wombworm is Zoe's <<if $wombwormloc is 'ass'>>large intestine<<else>>uterus<</if>> has been mutated and can new produce extra broodlings. The organ itself has been enhanced, providing extra nutrients to support this increased productivity. <i>+1 broodling birth rate</i><</if>><<if $mut[0].broodsize1 is true>>
<u>@@.embold;Increased Brood Capacity@@</u>
The wombworm inside Zoe's <<if $wombwormloc is 'ass'>>gut<<else>>uterus<</if>> has been improved so that it produces broodlings that require less sustenance from the nest, meaning it can support a greater population.<</if>><<if $throat[0].clitstatus is 'active'>>
<u>@@.embold;Throat Sensitivity@@</u>
Due to her excessive consumption of her own mutagenic wombslime, Zoe's mouth and throat have mutated in surprising ways. They is now lined with millions of hyper-sensitive nerve cells, meaning Zoe can experience oral orgasms. Meal time should be interesting!<</if>>
<<back>>
@@.embold;The Morgan Family@@
[[Helen Morgan: The Mother|Helenstats]].
[[Terry Morgan: The Father|Terrystats]].
[[Ben Morgan: The Brother|Benstats]].
[[Molly Morgan: The Big Sister|mollystats]].
[[Joan Morgan: The Grandmother|joanstats]].
<<back>>Here you can keep a track of the various different forms Zoe and her family have birthed throughout the course of their infestation.
@@.embold;The members of the Morgan family have birthed the following number of times@@:
@@.bold;Zoe@@: $birthcount[0].zoe
@@.bold;Helen@@: $birthcount[0].helen
@@.bold;Terrry@@: $birthcount[0].terry
@@.bold;Ben@@: $birthcount[0].ben
@@.bold;Molly@@: $birthcount[0].molly
@@.bold;Joan@@: $birthcount[0].joan
@@.bold;Rocket@@: $birthcount[0].rocket
@@.embold;Here are the number of different forms currently thriving in the Morgan hive@@:
Brainworms: $brainworm[0].pop
Wombworms: $wombworm1[0].pop <<if $broodling[0].birth is true>>
Broodlings: $broodling[1].pop<</if>><<if $surveilance[0].evo is true>>
Surveillance Organisms: $surveilance[1].pop<</if>>
<<back>>Here you can remind yourself of your current objectives.
<<if ($phase[0].phase is '1') and ($phase[0].obj is '1')>>
<u>Phase 1</u>:
1.Before any infestation can begin, the host's psychological and moral integrity must be compromised. You must try and find ways to corrupt Zoe.<<elseif ($phase[0].phase is '1') and ($phase[0].obj is '2')>><s>1.Before any infestation can begin, the host must be prepared. You must try and find ways to corrupt Zoe.</s><br>2.Now that Zoe's corruption is well underway, it is time for her to start attempting to do the same to the members of her family.<<elseif ($phase[0].phase is '2') and ($phase[0].obj is '3')>>
<u>Phase 1</u>:
<s>1.Before any infestation can begin, the host must be prepared. You must try and find ways to corrupt Zoe.</s><br><s>2.Now that Zoe's corruption is well underway, it is time for her to start attempting to do the same to the members of her family.</s>
<u>Phase 2</u>:
1. Zoe is now infested with a wombworm. Next, she needs to establish a nest.<</if>>
<<back>><center><font size="8">@@.embold;Family Infestation@@</font>
Welcome to @@.embold;Family Infestation@@, an interactive novel all about alien parasites, impregnation and breeding. Throughout the course of the story you'll be encountering a great deal of sexually explicit material, featuring bodily transformation, bestiality and incest. If you don't want to read about or see any of that then I suggest you leave now. If you're not old enough to view sexually explicit content in whatever country you're viewing this from then please close this tab.
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@@.embold;Writing and coding by Pizznazz@@
Idea incubation, editing, testing, proofing and all around support by [[therampantdalek|https://www.deviantart.com/therampantdalek]] Thank you!</center>Inside the girl's skull, the alien has become almost completely fused with her brainstem. Intercepting the signals that flit back and forth between her neurons, it now sees what she sees, feels what she feels and knows what she knows.
Within a matter of hours, the has started altering some of those signals, twisting their messages and sometimes replacing them with its own inexplicable logic. Slowly but surely, it sets out to exert an insidious control over its host, its goal to turn her from an autonomous entity to an enslaved breeder incapable of anything other than executing its will. Then, when she has successfully birthed a new generation of forms, spreading the seed of her offspring among those other hot-blooded creatures around her, the way will be ready for the next stage of the invasion.
The inside the girl’s brain has no idea of those greater plans, but knows only the directives of its engineered instincts. It must bend the host to this invisible will, but carefully, slowly. Too much too soon and she will break. But take too long and the host will leave this perfect breeding environment and all will be lost.
Looking out of her eyes, it sees the way forward.
[[Let the corruption begin|zoeroom]].
<<set $gamestart to true>>Zoe sits up suddenly in bed, the bedclothes falling away and piling up at her waist, her head groggy and tired, her feet aching as if she’s walked a mile in her sleep. She stretches out, wincing at the dull throb behind her eyes. Such strange dreams. Something about a green light and trees and falling. She shakes her head. Weird.
Getting out of bed, Zoe feels a little wobbly on her feet. @@.z;What the hell@@, she says to herself, looking down at her clothes.@@.z; I don@@’@@.z;t remember going to bed wearing this@@. What’s more, her hoodie and jogging bottoms are streaked with dirt, not to mention a load of totally gross stains that look a bit like slug trails.
She takes them off, kicking the soiled clothes into a pile in the corner of her room, and puts on a t-shirt and a clean pair of leggings.
It’s the middle of summer and Zoe is back home from univeristy. She’s missing her friends back at the city where she’s studying, but felt obliged to show her face at the old homestead before the beginning of the next academic year. So far she’s spent the time attempting to mitigate the tension between her parents. Their relationship is in a much worse state than it had been when she left home last September, but what is she supposed to do about that? Still, it’s been nice to see her grandmother, who now lives in a static caravan recently installed in the back garden. Of her brother, however, she’s seen precious little. Probably in his room playing computer games and lurking on weird forums. Same old Ben.
Remembering that her Dad said last night that he was going to be making pancakes for breakfast, Zoe rubs her grumbling stomach. She’s hungry! Still a little unsteady on her feet, Zoe totters towards her bedroom door. Just as she reaches for the handle someone knocks from outside. [[Who could that be|meetfam2]]?
Zoe opens the door to find her mother, Helen, standing there, a half-filled washing basket under her arm and balanced on her hip. As usual, she looks tired. Her auburn bob is unruly and there are deep bags under her eyes. She’s not dressed yet and is wearing her dressing gown and slippers, an outfit Zoe has seen much of over the last week.
@@.h;Good morning@@, @@.h;dear@@, says Helen. @@.h;Could you help@@ … @@.h;Goodness me@@! she exclaims. @@.h;What happened to your face@@?
@@.z;What are you talking about@@? @@.z;My face is fine@@.
@@.h;Fine@@? @@.h;You call a great big bruise like that fine@@?
Zoe lifts her hand to her face and tentatively prods. Ouch! The skin around her nose and left eye is sore. She goes to look in her mirror, her mother following behind her. Sure enough, she’s got a nasty-looking black eye, a dark purple blot fading to yellow at its edges. That would explain the headache.
@@.h;What on earth did you do@@? says Helen.
@@.z;Uhhh@@ … @@.z;I don@@’@@.z;t know@@, @@.z;Mum@@. @@.z;You@@'@@.z;d think I@@'@@.z;d remember bashing my face in@@. @@.z;I did have some pretty wild dreams last night@@, @@.z;though@@. @@.z;Maybe I fell out of bed@@?
@@.h;Are you sure@@? Helen's face in the mirror looks concerned, her brows drawn together.
@@.z;Mum@@! @@.z;Come on@@, @@.z;you think I@@’@@.z;d remember if something else happened@@.
@@.h;Okay@@, @@.h;okay@@. @@.h;Keep your hair on@@. @@.h;I@@’@@.h;m just worried about you@@. She turns and begins to pick up the various bits of dirty laundry scattered around Zoe’s room, a bra here, some panties there. She picks up the hoodie in the corner, pulling a face at the stains.
@@.z;Sorry@@, @@.z;Mum@@, says Zoe. @@.z;I don@@’@@.z;t mean to sound ungrateful@@, @@.z;but I genuinely have no idea where it@@’@@.z;s come from@@.
Helen looks at her seriously. @@.h;You@@’@@.h;d tell me if there was bad something going on@@, @@.h;wouldn@@’@@.h;t you@@?
@@.z;Of course I would@@. @@.z;When have I ever kept secrets from you@@?
Her mother smiles and puts the basket down on the bed. @@.h;Come here@@, @@.h;darling@@.
Zoe smiles and hugs her mother tight. She can smell the wine from last night, and probably from the night before that too. Still, she loves a cuddle. Her mum is so soft and warm. She’s always felt safe in her arms.
Zoe breaks off the hug and pulls back, leaving her hands on Helen’s shoulders. @@.z;Are <i>you</i> OK@@? She notices that her mother’s dressing gown has fallen slightly open, revealing the beginning of her voluminous cleavage. She tries not to look but can’t seem to help herself. Helen's breasts look so good, squishy and squeezable and … @@.z;<i>God</i>@@, @@.z;<i>what am I thinking</i>@@<i>?</i>
Helen doesn’t seem to notice where her daughter’s gaze has fallen but places her hand over Zoe’s.
@@.h;I@@’@@.h;m fine@@, @@.h;darling@@. @@.h;Apart from that business with your father@@, @@.h;but we both know there@@’@@.h;s nothing we can do about that@@.
@@.z;Don@@’@@.z;t be like that@@, @@.z;Mum@@. @@.z;He@@’@@.z;s doing this best@@.
@@.h;A bit late for that@@, @@.h;don@@’@@.h;t you think@@? Helen makes to leave, fastening her dressing gown more tightly around her. @@.z;<i>Phew</i>@@<i>!</i> thinks Zoe. @@.h;Be a dear and get Ben@@’@@.h;s laundry from his room for me@@, @@.h;will you@@? @@.h;I don@@’@@.h;t think I can face venturing in there this morning@@.
@@.z;Sure thing@@, @@.z;Mum@@, says Zoe. @@.z;Leave it to me@@.
Helen leaves the room and Zoe listens to her footsteps clomp down the stairs. [[Better get that washing then|meetfam3]].
@@.embold;Name@@: @@.h;Helen Morgan@@
@@.embold;Age@@: 48
@@.embold;Bio@@: Helen Morgan is the mother of Zoe, Molly and Ben. She used to be a doctor but becoming a mother put a brake on her career. She always intended to return to work but by the time Ben was old enough to go to school she had given up that hope. Tired out and afraid that being out of work for so long would prove too much of a disadvantage, she settled into the role of a stay-at-home wife and mother. Helen drinks fairly heavily and is prone to depressive moods. She often wonders what could have been, what might have happened if she’d have left Terry and followed her own path.
@@.embold;Status@@: $helenstat[0].status
<<back>>@@.embold;Name@@: @@.t;Terry Morgan@@
@@.embold;Age@@: 51
@@.embold;Bio@@: Terry is the patriarch of the Morgan family. He, in an effort to make up for his wife's depressive tendencies, is overly cheerful and optimistic, always trying to lift the mood and play the fool. A middle-manager at a international logistics firm, Terry has climbed as far up the career ladder as he’ll ever get. To make up for that, he collects hobbies, the most recent of which is gardening. He also harbours a fairly severe pornography addiction, the fact of which he dearly hopes Helen will never find out (she knows).
@@.embold;Status@@: $terrystat[0].status
<<back>>@@.embold;Name@@: @@.b;Ben Morgan@@
@@.embold;Age@@: 16
@@.embold;Bio@@: Ben is Zoe's younger brother. Like her, he is quiet, but unlike her, his quietness comes from a lack of self-confidence. Ben is the quintessential nerd; he spends most of his time playing computer games and fapping to hentai. Suffering the eternal curse of being a ‘third’, Ben’s shortcomings are all but overlooked by his parents, who are apparently resigned to his tendency to disappoint. Needless to say, Ben is a virgin and probably will be for some time to come.
@@.embold;Status@@: $benstat[0].status
<<back>>@@.embold;Name@@: @@.j;Joan Morgan@@
@@.embold;Age@@: 76
@@.embold;Bio@@: Joan is Terry’s mother, a lonely but independent old widow who lives in a static caravan in the garden around the back of the Morgan house. She dotes on her grandchildren, especially Molly, and completely ignores their sins and faults. Joan was a dancer in her youth, a real stunner, and even now, in her waning years, a glimmer of that grace and sophistication remains. She doesn’t interfere much in the affairs of the family, but will occasionally chide her son for failing to support his wife.
@@.embold;Status@@: $joanstat[0].status
<<back>>Here are the items that @@.z;Zoe@@ currently has in her possession:
$inv
<<back>>Zoe knocks on Ben’s door, but there’s no answer. She waits a moment longer and knocks again. Still no response.
She pushes the door open a crack and peers through. It’s dark inside, the only light coming from the computer screen and a line of sunlight peeking under the lowered blackout blinds. Ben’s not at his desk. Opening the door further, Zoe sees he's still asleep in his bed, the covers twisted around his legs. He’s lying on his chest, one arm dangling over the side and his mouth is open, a patch of drool staining the sheets under his mouth. @@.z;<i>Urgh</i>@@, @@.z;<i>Ben is so gross</i>@@.
Well, there’s no point in waking him. Zoe slips into his room, immediately recoiling at the smell. It’s a mixture of stale air, smelly feet and that special teenage boy smell. No wonder Helen didn’t want to have to come inside. As well as being stinky, Ben’s room is an absolute tip; the is floor strewn with food wrappers, magazines and dirty plates, not to mention the clothes Zoe is meant to be collecting. She tiptoes carefully through the junk, plucking socks, pants and t-shirts from among the debris.
Reaching his desk, Zoe can’t help but tidy up a little of chaos, moving the empty cans of energy drink into the empty wire frame bin. She knocks the mouse by accident and the monitor comes alive. Zoe gasps in disgust at the image on the screen. It’s a cartoon of a woman being assaulted by some kind of … thing? Some slimy tentacled monster. It’s holding her arms above her head so she can’t move, while two of its other limbs are wrapped around her unnaturally large breasts. Another, much bigger, tentacle has been shoved roughly inside her, causing her stomach to bulge obscenely. Zoe looks at the box of tissues on the desk and shudders. Does Ben really … do that … while looking at pictures like this? What a pervert. She’ll never be able to look at him in the same way again. Who knows what other sick images are waiting for her …
@@.b;Zoeeeeee@@, @@.b;what are you doing@@? Ben rushes up behind her and pushes her aside, closing the browser and turning off the computer monitor. @@.b;Have you not heard of the word private before@@?
@@.z;I@@ … @@.z;I@@ ... @@.z;I thought you were asleep@@? Zoe stammers. @@.z;I just came in to get your dirty laundry@@.
@@.b;What@@, @@.b;and you thought you@@’@@.b;d just fucking spy on me in the process@@?
@@.z;I@@’@@.z;m sorry@@, @@.z;Ben@@. @@.z;How was I supposed to know you@@’@@.z;d leave your porn open@@? @@.z;And while we@@'@@.z;re here@@, @@.z;what@@’@@.z;s wrong with regular porn@@?
@@.b;Fuck off@@, @@.b;Zoe@@. @@.b;Fucking normie@@.
It’s at that moment that Zoe notices her brother has an erection. He’s wearing nothing but pants and it’s bulging at the fabric, like it’s trying to force its way out. @@.z;<i>My God</i>@@, thinks @@.z;Zoe@@. @@.z;<i>It</i>@@’@@.z;<i>s huge</I>@@! The massive cock her brother is apparently packing looks incongruous when compared to his wiry frame and skinny arms. Thinking about it makes Zoe feel strange, sort of sick and curious all at once.
@@.b;What the fuck@@, @@.b;Zoe@@, yells Ben, grabbing the sheet off the bed and wrapping it around his waist.
She claps her hands over her eyes. @@.z;Jesus@@. @@.z;I@@ …
@@.b;Get the fuck out@@, he whines. @@.b;Pervert@@!
Zoe takes the basket and makes a hasty getaway. Ben slams his door shut behind her. @@.z;<i>Fuck</i>@@!
@@.t;Hey@@, comes Dad’s voice from downstairs. @@.t;What@@’@@.t;s going on up there@@?
Zoe had better take the washing downstairs [[before she gets in any more trouble|meetfam4]].
Zoe finds Terry in the kitchen, mixing up a big jug of pancake mix. He looks up, grins and then smacks his lips.
@@.t;Not long until we start flipping@@, he chuckles. @@.t;And it@@'@@.t;s good to hear you getting on so well with Ben@@. @@.t;I was beginning to think it would never happen@@.
@@.z;Shut up@@, @@.z;Dad@@, she replies. @@.z;The boy@@’@@.z;s a nightmare and you know it@@.
Terry sighs. @@.t;I@@’@@.t;m afraid to say he gets that fine quality from your mother@@. He winks conspiratorially as he pours a slug of pancake mix into the pan, where it immediately begins to sizzle. Zoe is pleased to see her father looking so happy. Something about getting older, perhaps, finally putting aside all those unrealistic plans, goals and aspirations. Give him his barbecue and his lawnmower and he’d be quite content. Maybe he’ll even be able to patch things up with Mum soon?
Zoe is old enough to know that her father was never the perfect husband. Always too wrapped up in his work and then too tired to do anything else when he’d finished up for the day, he left Helen to raise her, Molly and Ben, and also look after the house. Still, he was a kind father and Zoe loved him for that. He wasn't ever cruel and did really try to generous with his time when he could be. She watches him happily flipping pancakes at the stove, with his bald patch and his middle-age paunch, and thinks to herself, @@.z;<i>How could I ever not love him</i>@@? He always gives the best cuddles too; such a big strong man with big strong, hairy arms and firm hands. A bit rough from working in the garden so much, but always so gentle.
@@.t;Hello@@! @@.t;Earth to Zoe@@! @@.t;Is anybody there@@?
@@.z;Wait@@? @@.z;What did you say@@? @@.z;<i>Damn</i>@@, @@.z;<i>caught daydreaming again</i>@@.
@@.t;I said will you take some of these pancakes over to Grandma@@? @@.t;I@@’@@.t;ll catch hell if she finds out I made some and didn@@’@@.t;t give her any@@.
Zoe puts the washing basket down on the worktop. @@.z;Trade you@@?
@@.t;Hmmm@@, frowns Terry. @@.t;You push a hard bargain@@.
Zoe smiles sweetly and flutters her eyelashes.
He cocks his head to one side as if thinking and then throws his hands up in mock despair. @@.t;How could I say no to a face like that@@. @@.t;You@@’@@.t;ve got yourself a deal@@.
@@.z;Thanks@@, @@.z;Daddy@@. Zoe grabs the plate of pancakes and goes to leave.
@@.t;Just wait there a second@@. @@.t;What about a little something extra to sweeten the deal@@? @@.t;A kiss for your old man@@?
Zoe rolls her eyes but complies, secretly pleased at the attention. She flounces over and gives her father a big kiss on the cheek.
@@.t;That@@’@@.t;s my girl@@, he says, watching her leave.
Zoe slides open the door to the garden. Better [[take these pancakes to Grandma|meetfam5]].
Zoe heads out into the garden and crosses the lawn to where her grandmother, Joan, lives in a static caravan parked up against the fence. She’s been there ever since her husband, Reg - Terry’s step-father - died last year.
Zoe climbs the steps and opens the door, knowing that she never has to knock when visiting her grandmother. @@.z;Gran@@? she calls. @@.z;It@@’@@.z;s Zoe@@. @@.z;I@@’@@.z;ve got pancakes@@.
@@.j;Hello@@, @@.j;dear@@, comes a voice from one of the other rooms. @@.j;I@@’@@.j;m just getting dressed@@. @@.j;I@@’@@.j;ll be out in a minute@@. @@.j;Make yourself at home@@.
Zoe puts the plate of pancakes down on the coffee table in the middle of the caravan's living space and takes a seat on the sofa. She looks around the space, listening fondly to her grandmother singing to herself as she dresses. The caravan is small but Joan has done a wonderful job transforming it into a home. There is colour everywhere, in the cheap watercolour prints on the walls and on the throws and cushions on the sofa. The carpet is thickly piled and soft underfoot. There are also a lot of family photos about, mainly ones of Zoe and her siblings from various times in their lives. There are a few nice ones of Helen and Terry too, snapshots from a happier time.
Zoe stands and goes to look at the biggest picture of the lot, a big framed black and white print of a photo taken of Joan and Reg when they were newly married. Zoe has always loved this picture; in it Joan looks dazzling in a long dress complete with plunging neckline. She’s tall in heels and looks a picture of sophistication. The photographer timed things just right and caught the pair just as Joan had started to laugh; Reg, his arm around her waist, is looking at her with adoration and bewilderment, as if he can’t quite believe his luck. And he was a very lucky man. Joan had been a stunner in her youth; wide-hipped and narrow-waisted, she had epitomised the hourglass figured goddess, her Venus-like bust finishing off the image to perfection. No wonder she’d had such a successful career as a dancer. Yes, Reg had been a lucky man indeed..
@@.j;A happier time@@, says Joan from behind her. @@.j;I was beautiful@@, @@.j;wasn@@’@@.j;t I@@?
@@.z;Very@@, says Zoe. @@.z;And you still are@@. Which isn’t by any means stretching the truth. Joan might be old but echoes of her former self remain. Her silver hair shimmers with a light of its own and the features of her face remain slight and perfectly proportioned. She only has a slight stoop, the bodily strength gained from years of maintaining the discipline of a professional dancer not easily lost. Her breasts are still a sight to behold, albeit considerably less perky than those of the figure in the picture. A beautiful woman still, by anyone’s measure.
@@.j;Oh@@, @@.j;I@@’@@.j;m alright@@. @@.j;Say@@, @@.j;why don@@’@@.j;t you help me with these pancakes@@?
@@.z;Don@@’@@.z;t mind if I do@@, returns Zoe.
They sit together on the sofa and tuck into Terry’s pancakes, talking about the summer they’ve spent.
@@.j;So you@@’@@.j;ll be going back to the city next week@@, @@.j;will you@@?
@@.z;That@@’@@.z;s right@@. @@.z;I want to get a head start on next term@@'@@.z;s reading before lectures start@@.
@@.j;Good girl@@, says Joan, beaming with pride. @@.j;Although doesn@@’@@.j;t that mean you won@@’@@.j;t be here when your sister gets home@@?
Zoe cringes. She was wondering when that would come up. She really <i>doesn</i>’<i>t</i> want to be around when Molly gets home, had in fact organised her plans so she wouldn’t be.
@@.j;You really ought to put all of that behind you@@, says Joan. @@.j;It doesn@@’@@.j;t help anyone@@, @@.j;holding on to the past like that@@.
@@.z;That@@’@@.z;s easy for you to say@@, @@.z;Gran@@. @@.z;You weren@@’@@.z;t here@@.
Joan sighs. @@.j;I know she was hard to be around back then@@. @@.j;But have you ever supposed things might not have been so easy for her either@@?
Zoe thinks about that for a moment. Being honest with herself, she’s never really given it much thought.
@@.j;Don@@’@@.j;t give up on her just yet@@. @@.j;She is family@@, @@.j;after all@@. @@.j;We might not be able to choose them@@, @@.j;but we only ever get one@@.
@@.z;Wise as well as beautiful@@, says Zoe. @@.z;The whole package@@. @@.z;Well@@, @@.z;I@@’@@.z;d better go and get dressed@@.
They stand and hug. As Zoe turns to go Joan stops her.
@@.j;Think about what I said@@, @@.j;darling@@. @@.j;Molly is your sister@@.
@@.z;I will@@, says Zoe, meaning it.
@@.j;Good@@. @@.j;Now come and see me again soon@@.
Zoe leaves her grandmother to the rest of the pancakes and [[heads back inside|meetfam6]].
@@.embold;Name@@: @@.m;Molly Morgan@@
@@.embold;Age@@: 26
@@.embold;Bio@@: Molly is the elder sister of Zoe and Ben. A wild-child in her youth, Molly was always getting in trouble at school and with the local authorities about town. Somewhat inevitably, she graduated from mere childhood delinquency to full-scale criminality, running with local drug dealers, suffering numerous fines and cautions, until she was finally incarcerated, but not before mothering an illegitimate child that was taken away from her and put up for adoption. It has been agreed that upon completing her prison sentence, Molly will be welcomed back to the family home on one condition: she must work to pay off her debts.
@@.embold;Status@@: $mollystat[0].status
<<back>><font size="5"><u>Living Room</u></font>
<<if $phase[0].phase is '1'>>This is the main room of the Morgan residence, a space Terry likes to refer to as Family HQ. It’s tidy and tastefully decorated, with a three piece suite clustered around a reclaimed oak coffee table. There’s a large family portrait on the wall, conspicuous due to the fact that Molly isn’t in it. Still, to an outsider at least, it depicts a typically happy family. There’s also a television, bookshelves and a large dining table and chairs used for special occasions, the last of which was quite some time ago.<<if $phase[0].obj is '1'>>
Rocket's basket is over by the door to the garden. Rocket is here. [[Interact|interactrocket]] with him?<<elseif $phase[0].obj is '2'>><<if $carlmeet is true>>
[[Wait for Carl.|carlmeet1]]<<elseif ($diary5 is 'read') and ($helencarlfollow is 'notdone')>>
[[Look for Helen.|carlhelen1]]<</if>>
Rocket's basket is over by the door to the garden. Rocket is here. <<if $rocketsexmenu is false>>[[Interact|interactrocket]] with him?<<else>>[[Interact|rocketmenu]] with him?<</if>><<if ($helenstat[1].stage is '1') or ($helenstat[1].stage is '2')>>
@@.h;Helen@@ is watching TV. [[Interact|interacthelen]] with her?<</if>><</if>><</if>>
[[Search the living room.|searchlivingroom]]
[[To the kitchen.|Kitchen]]
[[To Molly's room.|Mollyroom]]
[[Out into the garden.|Garden]]
[[Go Upstairs.|Landing]]<font size="5"><u>Cellar</u></font>
<<if $phase[0].phase is '1'>>The cellar is lit by a single naked lightbulb, revealing stacks of cardboard boxes piled against the walls. Over in one corner the boiler unit ticks over, the cold water pipes wreathed in a filigree of cobwebs. There's also a washing machine and tumble drier, the former rattling away mid-cycle. It’s freezing down here, not the sort of place you want to spend too much time.
[[Search the cellar.|searchcellar]]<</if>>
[[Back up to the kitchen.|Kitchen]]<font size="5"><u>Garden</u></font>
<<if $phase[0].phase is '1'>>The garden is Terry's pride and joy and a quick look around is all it takes to see that he's a keen horticulturist. The flowerbeds are brimming with colourful growth and the rose bushes are all neatly pruned. Wisteria and other creeping plants adorn the back wall of the house, and a couple of thick trunked apple trees form a little grove in the centre of the lawn.
To the right are the shed where Terry keeps his gardening implements and the greenhouse where he grows a number of different vegetables.
On the left side of the garden is Joan's caravan.<<if $phase[0].obj is '1'>><<if $inv.contains ('A Porno Mag')>>
@@.t;Terry@@ is here. [[Interact.|interactterry]] with him?<</if>><<elseif $phase[0].obj is '2'>><<if $terrystat[1].stage is 'base'>>
@@.t;Terry@@ is mowing the lawn. [[Interact|interactterry]] with him?<<elseif $terrystat[1].stage is '1'>>@@.t;Terry@@ is mowing the lawn.
It's a beautiful morning. Why not have a quick [[sunbathe?|sunbathe]]<<elseif $terrystat[1].stage is '6'>>
@@.t;Terry@@ is here. He's pruning one of the apple trees. [[Interact|interactterry]] with him?<<elseif ($terrystat[1].stage is '8') and ($inv.contains ('A tube of sunscreen'))>>
It's still gorgeous. Time for some more [[sunbathing|sunbathe2]].<<elseif ($terrystat[1].stage is '7') or ($terrystat[1].stage is '8')>>
@@.t;Terry@@ is here. He's clipping the edges of the lawn. [[Interact|interactterry]] with him?<<elseif $terrystat[1].stage is '11'>>
@@.t;Terry@@ is here. He's trimming the hedge. [[Interact|interactterry]] with him?<</if>><</if>><</if>>
<<if $benstat[1].stage is '10'>>Is that @@.b;Ben@@ hanging around outside outside [[Joan's Caravan|benpeepingjoan]]?<<else>>[[To Joan's caravan.|Caravan]]<</if>>
[[To the garden shed.|Shed]]
[[To the greenhouse.|Greenhouse]]<<if $forest is 'open'>>
[[Into the forest.|Forest]]<</if>>
[[Back inside.|Livingroom]]<font size="5"><u>Kitchen</u></font>
<<if $phase[0].phase is '1'>>The kitchen shares the space with a dining area, with a partial divide of the breakfast bar between them. The cooking area houses all the usual appliances: an oven, microwave, fridge-freezer, as well a number of small, more specialised items. The worktop is grey imitation marble but the drawers and cupboards are made from solid oak.
In the carpeted dining area there is a round table and four chairs. In the centre of the table there is a vase containing a beautiful bouquet of Terry’s very own red roses.<<if $phase[0].obj is '1'>><<if $helenpeep is true>>
@@.h;Helen@@ is here. [[Interact|interacthelen]] with her?
[[Search the kitchen.|searchkitchen]]
<</if>><<elseif $phase[0].obj is '2'>><<if $helenstat[1].stage is 'base'>>
@@.h;Helen@@ is here [[Interact|interacthelen]] with her?<</if>><<if $helenstat[1].stage is '4'>>
@@.h;Helen@@ is here. She looks rough. [[Interact|interacthelen]] with her?<<elseif $helenstat[1].stage is '5'>>
@@.h;Helen@@ is here. She looks rough. [[Interact|interacthelen]] with her?<<elseif ($helenstat[1].stage is '10') or ($helenstat[1].stage is '13')>>
@@.h;Helen@@ is here. She seems cheerful. [[Interact|interacthelen]] with her?<</if>><<if $benstat[1].stage is '3'>>
@@.b;Ben@@ is making breakfast. [[Interact|interactben]] with him?<</if>>
[[Search the kitchen|searchkitchen]].<</if>><</if>>
[[Down into the cellar|Cellar]].
[[Back to the living room|Livingroom]].<font size="5"><u>Grandma's Caravan</u></font>
<<if $phase[0].phase is '1'>>Joan’s has transformed her caravan from a dismal holiday home to a veritable palace. There’s a lush carpet underfoot and coloured tapestries hanging from the walls. The big U-shaped sofa at the back end of the caravan is covered with coloured throws and decorative cushions.
The presence of many family photographs betrays the fact that Joan is a doting grandmother. In pride of place, however, hanging over the electric space heater, is a large black and white print of a young and sophisticated looking couple: a young Joan and her late husband, Reg.
The other end of the caravan, past a small galley area, are two doors. One leading to the toilet and the other to Joan’s little bedroom.<<if $phase[0].obj is '1'>><<if $joanstat[0].chat is '1'>>
@@.j;Grandma Joan@@ is here. [[Interact|joaninteract]] with her?<<else>>
[[Search the caravan.|searchcaravan]]<</if>><<elseif $phase[0].obj is '2'>><<if $joanstat[1].stage is 'base'>>
[[Search the caravan.|searchcaravan]]<<elseif $joanstat[1].stage is '2'>>
@@.j;Grandma Joan@@ is here. [[Interact|joaninteract]] with her?<<elseif $joanstat[1].stage is '3'>>
@@.j;Grandma Joan@@ is here. [[Interact|joaninteract]] with her?<<elseif $joanstat[1].stage is '4'>>
@@.j;Grandma Joan@@ is here. [[Interact|joaninteract]] with her?<<elseif $joanstat[1].stage is '5'>>
@@.j;Grandma Joan@@ is here. [[Interact|joaninteract]] with her?<</if>><</if>><</if>>
<<if ($joanstat[1].stage is '9') or ($joanstat[1].stage is '10') or ($joanstat[1].stage is '11')>>[[Grandma's bedroom.|postshoot]]<<else>>[[Grandma's bedroom.|caravanbedroom]]<</if>>
[[Exit.|Garden]]<font size="5"><u>Garden Shed</u></font>
<<if $inv.includes ('A big brass key')>>[[Search the shed.|searchshed]]<<else>>Zoe tries the latch only to find that it’s sealed by a big brass padlock. She’s going to need a key if she wants to investigate any further.<</if>>
<<if $phase[0].phase is '2'>>[[Exit|garden2]]<<else>>[[Exit|Garden]].<</if>><font size="5"><u>Greenhouse</u></font>
<<if $phase[0].phase is '1'>><<if $phase[0].obj is '1'>><<if ($webincest is true) and ($terrywankpeep is false)>>Zoe looks into the greenhouse. Terry is still there, reading one of his magazines. Not wanting to startle him, she is about to call out, but then a thought stops her.
@@.embold;Look a bit more closely@@.
She does as the voice commands, peering closely. @@.z;<i>He wouldn</i>@@’@@.z;<i>t</i>@@, @@.z;<i>would he</i>@@?
@@.embold;Wouldn@@’@@.embold;t what@@? @@.embold;What do you think he@@’@@.embold;s doing@@?
@@.z;<i>He</i>@@’@@.z;<i>s masturbating</i>@@!
@@.embold;And what@@’@@.embold;s wrong with that@@? @@.embold;We all have needs@@, @@.embold;don@@’@@.embold;t we@@?
@@.z;<i>But what about Mum</i>@@?
@@.embold;Never mind that@@. @@.embold;Go and get a closer look@@. @@.embold;See what he@@’@@.embold;s packing@@.
Scandalised but powerfully curious, Zoe slips into the gap between the greenhouse and the hedge. She shuffles down to the far end, ignoring the branches that scratch at her, until she’s pretty much parallel with her Dad.
@@.z;<i>I was right</i>@@. @@.z;<i>He</i>@@’@@.z;<i>s wanking</i>@@.
@@.embold;I knew it@@, @@.embold;your dad@@’@@.embold;s a wanker@@!
@@.z;<i>I knew it</i>@@, @@.z;<i>my dad</i>@@’@@.z;<i>s a wanker</i>@@!
Sure enough, Terry is busy jerking himself off to a magazine spread out on the little table in front of him. Hunch-backed, he reminds Zoe of a gargoyle. He’s beating away furiously with one hand, quickly turning the pages of his dirty magazine with the other. His pecker isn’t much to look at, and, truthfully, Zoe can’t help but feel a little sorry for her Dad. It’s pathetic really, a grown man hiding in his greenhouse, wanking to magazines when his beautiful wife is just upstairs. He can’t be happy about that, surely.
He comes to a page he must especially like because he seems to double his efforts, gritting his teeth and pumping his poor, battered cock even harder. @@.z;<i>Oh</i>@@, @@.z;<i>Dad</i>@@, thinks Zoe.
@@.embold;Why@@, @@.embold;if you@@’@@.embold;re that concerned for him why don@@’@@.embold;t you go and offer him some help@@. @@.embold;Or better still@@, @@.embold;a hand@@.
@@.z;<i>Ew</i>@@, @@.z;<i>no</i>@@, @@.z;<i>that</i>@@’@@.z;<i>s disgusting</i>@@!
@@.embold;Just an idea@@!
Zoe looks on aghast as her father gets closer and closer towards the point of climax. She brings her face closer and closer to the glass panel, hypnotised by his frantic beating. He cries out, a groan he stifles by biting his lip, just as her nose bumps the glass.
He looks up, his face a rictus of pleasure, surprise and shame, his eyes meeting hers. He leaps to his feet, his fist still gripped whitely around his now drooping and dripping member and his mouth hanging open.
@@.embold;Oops@@!
Zoe beats a hasty retreat back towards the house. Behind her she hears her father shouting, @@.t;Zoe@@! @@.t;Zoe@@! @@.t;Come back@@, @@.t;please@@. @@.t;I can explain@@.
@@.embold;He might be able to@@, @@.embold;but can you@@?<<set $terrywankpeep to true, $zoe[0].cor += 1, $famupdate to true, $terryupdate to true, $zoesex[0].voyeurisms += 1, $terrystat[0].sexexp += 1, $terrystat[0].last to "Zoe caught her Dad masturbating in the greenhouse. Unfortunately, <i>she</i> herself was caught watching him.">><<else>>It’s hot and steamy in the greenhouse, the air close and damp. This is where Terry grows his prize-winning vegetables. Cucumbers, tomatoes, courgettes, onions, peas, beans, you name it he’s probably grown it in here.<<if $terrywankpeep is false>>
@@.t;Terry@@ is here. [[Interact|interactterry]] with him?<</if>>
[[Search the greenhouse|searchgreenhouse]].<</if>><<elseif $phase[0].obj is '2'>>It’s hot and steamy in the greenhouse, the air close and damp. This is where Terry grows his prize-winning vegetables. Cucumbers, tomatoes, courgettes, onions, peas, beans, you name it he’s probably grown it in here.<<if $terrystat[1].stage is '2'>>
@@.t;Terry@@ is here. [[Interact|interactterry]] with him?<<elseif $terrystat[1].stage is '3'>>
@@.t;Terry@@ is here, watering his seedlings. [[Interact|interactterry]] with him?<<elseif $terrystat[1].stage is '4'>>
@@.t;Terry@@ is here, watering his seedlings. [[Interact|interactterry]] with him?<<elseif $terrystat[1].stage is '5'>>
@@.t;Terry@@ is moping in the greenhouse. [[Interact|interactterry]] with him?<<elseif ($terrystat[1].stage is '6') and ($terryporno is 'notgiven')>>
[[Leave Dad's present|searchgreenhouse]].<<elseif ($terrystat[1].stage is '6') and ($terryporno is 'given')>>
[[Search the greenhouse|searchgreenhouse]].<<elseif $terrystat[1].stage is '9'>>
@@.t;Terry@@ is in the greenhouse. He's reading a magazine. [[Interact|interactterry]] with him?<<else>>
[[Search the greenhouse.|searchgreenhouse]]<</if>><</if>><</if>>
[[Exit.|Garden]][[To the crater.|Crater]]
[[Back to the garden.|Garden]][[Back into the woods.|Forest]]<font size="5"><u>Upstairs</u></font>
It's dark on the upstairs landing. Aside from the laundry cupboard, there are four doors to choose from:
[[To Zoe's room|zoeroom]].
[[To Mum and Dad's room|HelenTerryroom]].
<<if $benstat[1].stage is '11'>>[[To Ben's Room|benlocked]]<<else>>[[To Ben's room|Benroom]].<</if>>
[[To the bathroom|Bathroom]].
<<if $helenstat[1].stage is '9'>>[[Back downstairs|helencarltalk]].<<else>>[[Back downstairs|Livingroom]].<</if>><font size="5"><u>Zoe's Room</u></font>
<<if $phase[0].phase is '1'>>If ever a bedroom was a good way to learn about its owner’s personality then Zoe’s is the one. While not exactly minimal, there is a distinct lack of clutter, a sign that the few things kept are resonant with meaning for their owner. These disparate items, a chunk of unpolished amethyst, an old china doll, and a jam jar half full with shells, serve no obvious purpose.
Aside from the bed, desk, and linen cupboard, the main items of furniture are three huge bookshelves that contain all of Zoe’s expansive library. From literary classics to pulp bestsellers, hefty tomes to flimsy paperbacks, her reading tastes appear indiscriminate.
<<if $zoesex[0].mast gte 5>>There’s also growing evidence of Zoe’s increased libido. Her sheets are stained with juices from her many bouts of vigorous onanism, and now that she’s started squirting, there are noticeable stains about the place, on the carpet, the desk, the walls, even the ceiling. There’s a certain smell about the place too.<<else>>There aren't any of the things you'd expect to find in a young woman's bedroom, posters, pictures of friends and other decorations. But then again, Zoe has pretty much left home by this stage of her life.<</if>><</if>><<if $benstat[1].stage is '2'>>
[[Take a naughty selfie.|selfie]]<<elseif $benstat[1].stage is '7'>>
[[Take a naughtier selfie|selfie]].<</if>><<if ($helenstat[1].stage is '7') and ($carl is 'met')>>
[[Check messages.|carltext1]]<</if>><<if $benstat[1].stage is '11'>>
[[Wait for Ben's picture|bendickpic]]<</if>>
[[Use Laptop.|laptopscreen]]<<if $zoe[0].cor gte 10>>
[[Masturbate.|masturbatemenu]]<</if>>
<<if $helenstat[1].stage is '3'>>[[Next day.|helennightout]]<<elseif $terrystat[1].stage is '9'>>[[Next day|terryhandjob]]<<elseif ($helen2complete is true) and ($ben2complete is true) and ($terry2complete is true) and ($joan2complete is true) and ($rocket2complete is true)>>[[Next day|Infestation1]]<<else>>[[Next day.|daypassage]]<</if>>
[[Exit|Landing]].<font size="5"><u>Mum & Dad's Room</u></font>
<<if $phase[0].phase is '1'>><<if $phase[0].obj is '1'>><<if $webincest is false>>Zoe knocks on her parent’s door and waits.
@@.h;Come in@@, says her mother from inside the room.
Zoe goes on through and finds Helen sitting on the end of her bed. She’s looking at her phone, scrolling through some endless feed of news.
@@.z;You shouldn@@’@@.z;t spend too much time on that thing@@, says Zoe. @@.z;It@@’@@.z;s not good for you@@.
Helen laughs and puts the phone down on the bed next to her. @@.h;Excuse me@@, @@.h;young lady@@, @@.h;but just who is the parent here@@?
@@.z;Just saying@@, says Zoe. @@.z;The studies are conclusive@@.
A sigh. @@.h;Just another thing to worry about@@. She looks so unhappy, but what is Zoe supposed to do?
@@.z;What are you going to do today then@@, @@.z;Mum@@?
@@.h;I don@@’@@.h;t know@@. @@.h;I should probably go shopping@@. @@.h;We@@’@@.h;re running low on a few things@@.
@@.z;You should send Ben@@.
@@.h;Ha@@, @@.h;that@@’@@.h;ll be the day@@. She stands up and stretches. @@.h;OK@@. @@.h;Time to get dressed@@.
Zoe takes that as her cue to leave.<<elseif $webincest is true, $helenpeep is false>>Zoe stands at the door to her mother and father’s bedroom, knowing that on the other side of the door Helen is getting changed. She can hear her humming softly to herself, as she does, a lovely but sad-sounding tune.
@@.embold;Zoe@@’@@.embold;s brainworm has ideas about the female specimen on the other side of the door@@. @@.embold;An older example of the species@@, @@.embold;with a body already used to the perils and upheavals of growing and bearing young@@. @@.embold;An ample body too@@, @@.embold;with much space for further adaptation and improvement@@.
Holding her breath, Zoe opens the door, pushing it open just a crack, just wide enough to see inside. Sure enough, Helen is midway through the process of getting changed. She’s discarded her robe, leaving on nothing but a pair of big black panties. She’s bustling about the room, looking for a bra.
Zoe gazes at her mother’s body, her wide-flared hips, thick thighs and tubby little tummy. She jiggles a little as she moves, and it’s kind of cute. Thinking about her own slender body, Zoe wonders if she’ll ever end up looking like her mother? Perhaps if she were to have three children of her own.
She steals a glance upwards, taking in Helen’s impressive breasts. They’re big, easily an E-cup, or perhaps even bigger. They sag a little and are capped with pink, puffy nipples surrounded by a bloom of blue veins.
@@.embold;Do you remember sucking on those things when you were little@@?
Of course she doesn’t. Who remembers anything from when they were a baby. But she’s felt what they’re like pressed against her. Even in the most casual embrace, it’s hard not to feel Helen’s bosom crushed up against you.
@@.embold;Perhaps you’d like to get better acquainted@@? @@.embold;Give them a squeeze@@? @@.embold;Take a little suckle from milky Mommy@@.
Zoe watches her mother scoop up her breasts into a slightly tatty black bra. Thus encased, they bulge like porn-star boobs, a sure sign that the bra is way too small. Zoe finds herself imagining what it would be like to take them in her hands. Her own breasts are so meagre, she’s no idea what a real pair feels like. Soft and squishy, she imagines. And those big nipples, the same ones she drank from as a baby. There might not be any milk any more, but she could still suckle.
@@.z;<i>God</i>@@, @@.z;<i>what am I thinking</i>@@? Helen has pulled on a pair of jeans and a white blouse and is now brushing her hair. Zoe, feeling suddenly guilty for peeping, wants to go and give her a hug but she doesn't dare. She watches her mother finish up at the mirror and ducks back as she comes out of her room.
@@.h;Zoe@@? @@.h;What are you doing here@@?
@@.z;N@@-@@.z;n@@-@@.z;nothing@@, @@.z;Mum@@. @@.z;I was just coming to see if you were OK@@.
Helen frowns. @@.h;I@@’@@.h;m fine@@, @@.h;but that@@’@@.h;s very sweet of you@@. She reaches for Zoe and embraces her in a big hug.
@@.z;<i>Oh God</i>@@,@@.z;<i>oh God</i>@@, thinks Zoe, feeling her mother’s breasts pressing up against her.
@@.embold;Go on@@, @@.embold;take a handful@@.
Zoe raises her hand tentatively, just about to follow the voice's prompting, when Helen breaks the hug.
@@.h;Let me know if you want anything from the shops@@, she says, heading downstairs.
@@.embold;Maybe next time@@?
Zoe nods, her mouth dry.<<set $zoe[0].cor += 1, $zoesex[0].voyeurisms += 1, $helenpeep to true, $famupdate to true, $helenstat[0].sexexp += 1, $helenstat[0].last to '@@.z;Zoe@@ watched her @@.h;mum@@ getting dressed, inevitably lusting after her gorgeous breasts.', $helenupdate to true>><<elseif $webincest is true, $helenpeep is true>>This room is dominated by a massive double bed and it doesn’t take too much investigation to discover which side belongs to who. The bedside table on the right hand side holds a lamp, an alarm clock, a paperback thriller and a pair of reading glasses, while the left side table contains an empty (but used) wine glass and an unscrewed bottle of sleeping pills. Go figure.
One wall of the bedroom is taken up by a floor to ceiling wardrobe, complete with mirrors and sliding doors while at the foot of the bed there is a dressing table and mirror. The table is a bit of a mess, covered with makeup, cosmetic products and various pieces of jewelry.
There’s another door in the room that leads back into an ensuite bathroom.
[[Search Mum and Dad's room.|searchhelenterryroom]]
[[Through to the ensuite.|HelenTerrybathroom]]<</if>><<elseif $phase[0].obj is '2'>>This room is dominated by a massive double bed and it doesn’t take too much investigation to discover which side belongs to whom. The bedside table on the right hand side holds a lamp, an alarm clock, a paperback thriller and a pair of reading glasses, while the left side table contains an empty (but used) wine glass and an unscrewed bottle of sleeping pills. Go figure.
One wall of the bedroom is taken up by a floor to ceiling wardrobe, complete with mirrors and sliding doors while at the foot of the bed there is a dressing table and mirror. The table is a bit of a mess, covered with makeup, cosmetic products and various pieces of jewelry.
There’s another door in the room that leads back into an ensuite bathroom.<<if $helenstat[1].stage is '3'>>
@@.h;Helen@@ is in her room rummaging through her wardrobe. [[Interact|interacthelen]] with her?<<else>>
[[Search Mum and Dad's room.|searchhelenterryroom]]<</if>>
[[Through to the ensuite.|HelenTerrybathroom]]<</if>><</if>>
[[Exit.|Landing]]<font size="5"><u>Molly's Room</u></font>
<<if $phase[0].phase is '1'>>It’s clear that Molly’s room hasn’t been lived in for quite a while. It’s tidy, but the bed is bare and unmade. The air is stale and there’s a thin layer of dust over many of the surfaces, the dressing cabinet, chest of drawers and bedside table.
There are hints towards the person who once lived here, however. A corkboard over the dressing table is pinned with photos of Molly and her friends, tickets to shows and other teen mementos. There’s some gym equipment stacked neatly in one corner of the room, a kettlebell and a set of lifting weights.<</if>>
[[Search Molly's room.|searchmollyroom]]
[[Exit.|Livingroom]]<font size="5"><u>Ben's Room</u></font>
<<if $phase[0].phase is '1'>>Ben’s room is the typical teenage boy’s room: dank, gloomy and smelly. Although what that smell actually is is anyone’s guess. A mixture of sweat, cheesy feet, mouldy food and … stale cum? @@.z;<i>Ew</i>@@! @@.z;<i>Gross</i>@@!
It’s dark, with the black out blinds pretty much permanently lowered, and messy. The floor is littered with empty food wrappers, single socks and rolled up wads of tissue paper. There’s a powerful gaming computer at the desk, along with a load of empty energy drink cans and a much-depleted box of tissues.
It probably wouldn’t be wise to spend too much time in here - who knows what you might catch.<<if $phase[0].obj is '1'>>
[[Search Ben's room.|searchbenroom]]<<elseif $phase[0].obj is '2'>><<if $benstat[1].stage is 'base'>>
@@.b;Ben@@ is sitting at his desk. [[Interact|interactben]] with him?<<elseif $benstat[1].stage is '1'>>
@@.b;Ben@@ is sitting at his desk. [[Interact|interactben]] with him?<<elseif $benstat[1].stage is '2'>>
@@.b;Ben@@ is sitting at his desk. [[Interact|interactben]] with him?<<elseif $benstat[1].stage is '3'>>
[[Search Ben's room.|searchbenroom]]<<elseif $benstat[1].stage is '4'>>
@@.b;Ben@@ is at his desk, eating his breakfast. [[Interact.|interactben]] with him?<<elseif $benstat[1].stage is '5'>>
@@.b;Ben@@ is at his desk. [[Interact|interactben]] with him?<<elseif $benstat[1].stage is '6'>>
@@.b;Ben@@ is lying on his bed looking at his phone. [[Interact|interactben]] with him?<<elseif $benstat[1].stage is '7'>>
@@.b;Ben@@ is lying on his bed looking at his phone. [[Interact|interactben]] with him?<<elseif $benstat[1].stage is '8'>>
@@.b;Ben@@ is lying on his bed looking at his phone. [[Interact|interactben]] with him?<<elseif $benstat[1].stage is '9'>>
@@.b;Ben@@ is lying on his bed looking at his phone. [[Interact|interactben]] with him?<<elseif $benstat[1].stage is '10'>>
[[Snoop on Ben's computer|searchbenroom]].<<elseif $benstat[1].stage is '12'>>
@@.b;Ben@@ is here. [[Interact|interactben]] with him?<<elseif $benstat[1].stage is '13'>>
@@.b;Ben@@ is here. [[Interact|interactben]] with him?<</if>><</if>><</if>>
[[Exit.|Landing]]<font size="5"><u>Bathroom</u></font>
<<if $phase[0].phase is '1'>><<if $phase[0].obj is '1'>><<if $webincest is false>>At the bathroom door Zoe hears the telltale sound of someone showering. It must be Ben taking his monthly wash. She needs to wait her turn!<<elseif $benshower is false>>At the bathroom door Zoe hears the telltale sound of someone showering. It must be Ben taking his monthly wash. She needs to wait her turn!
@@.embold;The worm in Zoe’s brain knows that the male on the other side of the door represents an optimal breeding partner for its host. Young, healthy and of the correct anatomy; minimal physiological change will be required for a successful coupling to take place.@@
Before Zoe can stop herself she reaches out to take a hold of the handle. She slowly turns it, silently pushing the door open a crack. It’s steamy and hot inside the room but with the door open the water vapour starts to thin. She hears the trickling of water and sees the heap of clothes over to one side of the shower. Her eyes continue their journey, moving over to the cubicle where her brother is washing. His back is to her, showing off his scrawny backside. He really is stick thin, but there is muscle there, lean and taut like ropes under his pale and sickly looking skin.
Thinking back to the stories she read on the web, Zoe can’t really imagine herself ever being sexually attracted to her younger brother. It’s not that she likes her boys buff, not at all. On any other boy she’d probably find Ben’s figure attractive. But on him?
He turns around and Zoe freezes. He hasn’t seen her. His eyes are closed as he massages shampoo into his scalp. He’s not got his glasses on anyway. Wait! Is that? @@.z;<i>Holy shit</i>@@, thinks Zoe as she catches a glimpse of what is dangling between Ben’s legs. For all his diminutive frame, Ben is packing the most enormous cock, like a thick chunk of salami or something. Zoe hasn’t seen many cocks, true enough, but she knows enough to realise that her brother’s package sits well above the average. He drops his hands to rub soap onto his balls, causing his member to flop about. @@.z;<i>It</i>@@’@@.z;<i>s like an elephant</i>@@’@@.z;<i>s trunk</i>@@, thinks Zoe, suppressing the urge to giggle.
@@.embold;What about that? Do you think you could ever do those things with him now? Do you think you could take that big thing in your mouth? Or better still, your cunt?@@
Zoe quickly backs away and closes the door. Where the hell did those thoughts come from? That’s disgusting. It’s one thing to enjoy other people’s fantasies, but to imagine acting out something like that for yourself? But despite all that, Zoe still can’t quite get the image of Ben and his monster pecker out of her mind.<<set $benshower to true, $zoe[0].cor += 1, $zoesex[0].voyeurisms += 1>><<elseif $benshower is true>>Zoe reaches again for the door handle but stops herself. It’s one thing to accidentally catch a glimpse of her brother in the shower but a whole other matter to go back for second helpings.<</if>><<elseif $phase[0].obj is '2'>><<if ($benstat[1].stage is '4') and ($joanphotoupload1 is 'done')>>It appears the shower is in use. This time, however, the door is locked. Ben must be taking precautions ...<<else>>Zoe shares this bathroom with her brother when she’s home. The rest of the time it’s his and you can certainly tell. It’s a bit smelly and there are patches of mould on the ceiling. The sink is a little scummy too, with the leftover hairs from the last few shaves stuck to the china around the taps. There’s a shower and a heated towel rack which Ben almost always forgets to turn off.
Thankfully the toilet is relatively clean.<</if>><</if>><</if>>
[[Exit.|Landing]]Zoe is heading back through the living room when she notices that Molly’s bedroom door is ajar. She goes to close it, but then wonders if she should maybe take a look inside. The things her grandmother said to her have made an impression, pushing her to realise that she really doesn’t know anything about her big sister.
She looks over her shoulder to check that nobody will see her, and slips inside the room, closing the door behind her.
It’s obvious that nobody has lived in the room for some time; the air is stuffy and a thick layer of dust covers almost every surface. Zoe sits on the bed and thinks about her sister. It’s been nearly 4 years since she was arrested and convicted for the possession of illegal substances. That might have been her first encounter with the law, but it had been the final act in an ongoing saga that had been troubling the Morgans for years.
Nobody knew what had caused Molly to turn from charming little girl to a raving hellion, or why she seemed to take such great pleasures in tormenting her family. Zoe remembers that as a small girl she’d always looked up to Molly, had been desperate for her approval. But Molly only ever rewarded her efforts with a deepening contempt, criticising and belittling her at every opportunity. Nothing was out of bounds when it came to reasons to pick on her: her hair, her height, her weight, her clothes, her friends. As time went on the attacks got worse. Zoe's diminutive stature and apparent lack of interest in boys were obvious targets. Things even occasionally got physical too, especially when Molly had been drinking.
Zoe hates to think about it. She looks at the photos pinned to a corkboard on the wall and struggles to reconcile her memories with the pretty, dark haired girl smiling out of them. What had happened to make Molly the way she was? She’d overheard Helen and Terry arguing about it so many times over the years to know that there were no easy answers.
And now Molly was coming home. Perhaps Grandma was right and she had changed for the better? Prison was bound to change a person. As was having to give up a child. Still, Zoe did not relish the idea of seeing her big sister again and was glad that she wouldn’t be around for the initial homecoming. She would come back later in the year when things had settled.
Zoe stands. It really is time to [[get going now|meetfam7]].
Zoe opens the door to find Rocket standing before her wagging his tail.
@@.z;What@@’@@.z;s up@@, @@.z;little Rocket man@@? she says, going to stroke him.
He sniffs her fingers and then growls at her. @@.z;<i>What the hell</i>@@? she thinks. She tries again and narrowly avoids a painful nip.
@@.z;What@@’@@.z;s gotten into you@@? @@.z;Silly dog@@. @@.z;It@@’@@.z;s me@@, @@.z;Zoe@@.
He growls again, his ears twitching. @@.z;<i>What</i>@@'@@.z;<i>s the matter with him</i>@@? @@.z;<i>He</i>@@'@@.z;<i>s only ever like this around strangers</i>@@.
She squeezes past him and hurries over to the staircase. She turns around at the bottom of stairs and sees that Rocket is still watching her.
Upstairs, Zoe goes to her bedroom, shaking her head at Rocket and his totally bizarre behaviour. Ah, well. She’ll be out of this house soon. Back to normality, and not a moment too soon. She undresses, tucking the leggings and t-shirt under her bedsheets. She puts on a pair of white panties and a pink bra, stopping to look at herself in the mirror. A big ass and tiny little tits - no doubt Molly will have something to say about that. Zoe sighs to herself and [[finishes getting dressed|Start]].
<<if $phase[0].phase is '1'>>Looking around the living room, Zoe doesn’t find much of interest. There are some coins wedged down between the cushions of one of the sofas and some old pokemon cards under the armchair, but nothing Zoe might want or need.
She does find, however, an old camcorder in one of the drawers in the television stand. It looks like everything she’d need to get it to work is there too: the wires, the different lenses and the charger for the battery pack. No point taking it now, but who knows when the old thing might come in handy?
[[Back.|Livingroom]]<</if>><<if $phase[0].phase is '1'>>A quick search of the kitchen reveals nothing unusual. While rummaging through the draws and cupboards Zoe find exactly what you’d expect: plates, cutlery, cooking utensils, and a wide range of foodstuffs and sundries.
Looking inside the fridge she notices an entire shelf taken up by rows Ben’s gross protien shakes. He’s recently started buying the sachets of powder in bulk, no doubt in some ill-conceived effort to bulk himself up. Zoe shudders at the thought of having to drink one of those disgusting things herself.<<if ($rocketstat[1].stage is '1') and ($inv.contains ('A jar of peanut butter'))>><<elseif $rocketstat[1].stage is '1'>>
Zoe opens one of the cupboards where dry groceries are stored. She looks over the jars inside: marmalade, Nutella, honey, marmite, a few jars of Dad’s homemade strawberry jam, peanut butter. An idea clicks in her mind. @@.z;<i>Of course</i>@@! @@.z;<i>Rocket loves peanut butter</i>@@.
@@.embold;Don@@’@@.embold;t you have any treats better suited to his species@@?
@@.z;<i>Trust me</i>@@. @@.z;<i>That dog goes crazy for this stuff</i>@@.
@@.embold;If you say so@@ ...<<set $inv.push ('A jar of peanut butter')>><</if>>
[[Back.|Kitchen]]
<</if>>
<<if $phase[0].phase is '1'>><<if $phase[0].obj is '1'>>Looking through some of the easier to reach boxes, Zoe finds an assortment of old toys and books. So, Helen hasn’t got rid of this stuff after all. Zoe even finds her beloved doll, Tilda, stuffed down next to some old jigsaws. Still, there’s not much here that would be of any use and even the childhood nostalgia gets boring after a while. She could probably spend a good couple of days rummaging through these boxes and uncovering all manner of treasures, but right now Zoe has better things to be getting on with.
[[Back.|Cellar]]<<elseif $phase[0].obj is '2'>><<if $carlletter is "false">>Taking time to Look over those stacked boxes of hoarded junk, Zoe starts to take much more notice of the way they’re labelled. A lot of them say <i>Molly</i> on the side, while others are hers. There are even a couple that say <i>Ben</i>. One, right at the bottom of the pile, however, says <i>Helen</i>.
@@.z;<i>Hmm</i>@@, @@.z;<i>This could be interesting</i>@@.
@@.embold;Well@@, @@.embold;what are you waiting for@@? @@.embold;Open it up and have a look@@.
Zoe struggles to move the other boxes off the top of it and by the time she’s finished the job she’s a sweaty mess.
@@.embold;We@@’@@.embold;re going to need to fitten you up a bit@@. @@.embold;Having all those babies is going to be hard work@@.
@@.z;<i>Babies</i>@@?
@@.embold;In a manner of speaking@@.
@@.z;<i>But I don</i>@@’@@.z;<i>t want to have babies</i>@@.
@@.embold;Just look in the box already@@.
Zoe does so, opening the flaps and looking inside. Within the box she finds all manner of things. Dolls and teddy bears, natty old paperback novels with titles like <i>The Secret Garden</i>, <i>Five Get Into Trouble</i> and <i>Swallows and Amazons</i>. They look well thumbed, the pages worn and discoloured. She opens one up and, seeing the inscription, can’t help but smile. In a funny, spidery scrawl, it reads: <i>Helen Emerson, Age 9, 1981</i>. She puts the book down and picks up a pile of photographs kept together by an elastic band. The band, the rubber perished, breaks as she tries to take it off and the photos spill out onto the floor. One in particular catches her eye. Two teenagers in swimming costumes, standing on the beach. One is obviously Helen. She looks just on the cusp of adulthood, big breasts blossoming under her demure swimsuit. Her figure is gorgeous, her hips full and her thighs thick and strong. Her hair is down to her waist, auburn but with brilliant streaks of ginger. A real beauty.
@@.embold;A real hotty@@, @@.embold;you mean@@!
She’s smiling at the boy standing next to her, a boy Zoe quickly realises is @@.h;Helen@@’s brother, Uncle Carl. He looks serious, his hands on his hips and his chest puffed out. A boy playing at being a man.
She picks up another book: <i>Wuthering Heights</i>. Much more serious reading. The inscription in this one reads, in a much more refined handwriting: <i>Helen Emerson, Age 16, 1988</i>. Zoe flicks through the pages. Lots of notes have been made on the pages, an indication that her mother must have been studying the novel at school. Near the back of the book, slipped between its pages, she finds a folded piece of paper.
@@.embold;What do we have here@@?
Zoe plucks the paper from its long held place.
[[Continue.|carlletter1]]<<elseif $carlletter is "true">>There may be other secrets lurking down here, but Zoe has enough to be working with for now.
[[Back.|Cellar]]<</if>><</if>><</if>>
<<if $phase[0].phase is '1'>><<if $phase[0].obj is '1'>>At the back of the greenhouse there’s an upturned cable spool and deckchair at the back that serves as a little work station. Among empty seed planters and strands of gardening twine, Zoe spots a few magazines, a wind-up radio and a large thermos flask.<<if ($terrywankpeep is true) and (not $inv.includes ('A Porno Mag'))>>
@@.embold;Returning to the scene of the crime@@? @@.embold;I@@’@@.embold;m not sure that@@’@@.embold;s such a good idea@@.
Zoe creeps to the back of the greenhouse, towards the seed drawer.
@@.embold;Ah@@-@@.embold;ha@@! @@.embold;Want to look for yourself@@, @@.embold;do you@@?
She opens one of the drawers, flicking through the little packs of seeds. No porn so far. She checks a second drawer, but still nothing. She’s about to give up when she sees something wedged down the back of the cabinet.
She yanks it out and, no surprises, it’s a porno mag. It’s called <i>Barely Legal Beauties</I> and looks like it caters for those whose tastes lean towards jailbait. Indeed, the girl on the front, in panties and pouting, index fingers over her nipples, looks like she’s barely over the age of consent. Who knew Terry was such a pervert! Zoe flicks through the magazine, frowning at the occasional crusted page, passing image after image of what are so tenderly described as ‘the freshest pussies on the market’.
@@.embold;Nice@@! @@.embold;I wonder if he ever thought that about his own little girls@@?
@@.z;<i>No way</i>@@! @@.z;<i>He would never</i>@@!
Zoe scowls at the magazine, knowing it is the source of so much pain between her parents.
All the same, she rolls it up and takes it for herself.
@@.embold;Good girl@@.<<set $inv.push ('A Porno Mag'), $zoe[0].cor += 1>><</if>>
[[Continue|Greenhouse]].<<elseif $phase[0].obj is '2'>><<if ($terrystat[1].stage is '6') and ($terryporno is 'given')>>At the back of the greenhouse there’s an upturned cable spool and deckchair at the back that serves as a little work station. Among empty seed planters and strands of gardening twine, Zoe spots a few magazines, a wind-up radio and a large thermos flask.<<elseif $terrystat[1].stage is '6'>>While Terry is busy with the apple trees, Zoe slips into the greenhouse.
She places the incest-themed magazine down on his workstation and tucks it under a copy of <i>Gardener’s World</i>. Then, thinking better, she takes it out, opening it to the page where the father-daughter fuckfest commences.
Zoe knows what she’s doing is pushing beyond the pale, but she just can’t help herself. She rummages around until she finds a scrappy notepad and pen. Then, tearing out a sheet of paper, she jots her father a quick message:
<i>Hi Daddy,
I know it’s a bit naughty, but I got you this little pressie. I hate seeing you so sad and I thought this might cheer you up. It’s a fun little fantasy, isn’t it? I hope you like it.
Remember, if you want me to help you in any way at all, I’ll be more than willing. Just come and find me.
P.S. Don’t tell Mum!</i>
@@.z;<i>There</i>@@. @@.z;<i>That should do</i>@@.
@@.embold;I think if he doesn@@’@@.embold;t get the message here then we might as well give up@@. <<set $terryporno to 'given'>><<else>>At the back of the greenhouse there’s an upturned cable spool and deckchair at the back that serves as a little work station. Among empty seed planters and strands of gardening twine, Zoe spots a few magazines, a wind-up radio and a large thermos flask.<</if><</if>>
[[Back.|Greenhouse]]<</if>><</if>>Zoe is sleeping soundly. Her alarm is set for 11am. (It's the holidays, OK!)<<if $objectivechange is true>>
She has a new [[objective.|Objectives]]<<set $objectivechange to false>><</if>><<if ($delivery is true) or ($delivery1 is true)>>
<u>The following items have arrived in the mail</u>:<<if $dresspurchase is true>>
A stylish cocktail dress<<set $inv.push ("A stylish cocktail dress"), $joanstat[1].stage to '2'>><<set $delivery to false, $dresspurchase to false>><</if>><<if $lingeriepurchase is true>>
A set of sexy lingerie<<set $inv.push ("A set of sexy lingerie"), $lingeriepurchase to false, $delivery to false, $joanstat[1].stage to '4'>><</if>><<if $pornopurchase is true>>
An incest-themed porno mag<<set $inv.push ("An incest-themed porno mag"), $pornopurchase to false, $delivery1 to false, $terrystat[1].stage to '6'>><</if>><</if>>
<u>The following mutations and adaptations have occurred</u>:
<<if ($zoesex[0].org gte 5) and ($lustboost is '0')>>[[Hormone dependency(click for scene)|hormoneaddiction1real]]
Every time she cums, Zoe’s brain grows more and more dependent on the alien hormones the parasite releases. This burgeoning addiction means her body now keeps a much greater store of energy to be expended on sexual activities.<<set $zoesex[0].energymax += 1, $lustboost to '1'>><<else>>@@.z;<i>Zoe</i>@@'<i>s body remains dormant</i>.<</if>>
<<if $phase[0].daycount is 8>>[[What's that sound|choosetostay]]?<<else>>[[Wake the host.|zoeroom]]<</if>><<set $phase[0].daycount += 1>><<set $zoesex[0].energylevel += 5>><<if $zoesex[0].energymax eq 1>><<set $zoesex[0].energylevel to 1>><<elseif $zoesex[0].energymax eq 2>><<set $zoesex[0].energylevel to 2>><<elseif $zoesex[0].energymax eq 3>><<set $zoesex[0].energylevel to 3>><</if>>
<<if $helenstat[1].diaryadd eq 1>><<set $diaryentry to '2'>><<elseif $helenstat[1].diaryadd eq 2>><<set $diaryentry to '3'>><<elseif $helenstat[1].diaryadd eq 3>><<set $diaryentry to '4'>><<elseif $helenstat[1].diaryadd eq 4>><<set $diaryentry to '5'>><<elseif $helenstat[1].diaryadd eq 5>><<set $diaryentry to '6'>><</if>><<if $carlemail is true>><<set $carlreply to true, $carlemail to false>><</if>><<if $helenstat[1].stage is '5'>><<set $helenstat[1].stage to '6'>><<elseif $helenstat[1].stage is '10'>><<set $helenstat[1].stage to '11'>><<elseif $helenstat[1].stage is '12'>><<set $helen2complete to true, $helenstat[1].stage to '13'>><</if>><<if $terryporno is 'given'>><<set $terrystat[1].stage to '7'>><<set $terryporno to 'given1'>><</if>><<if $joanstat[1].stage is '6'>><<set $joanstat[1].stage to '7'>><</if>><<if ($benstat[1].stage is '4') and ($joanstat[1].stage is '7')>><<set $benstat[1].stage to '5'>><</if>><<if ($joanstat[1].stage is '10') and ($benstat[1].stage is '9')>><<set $benstat[1].stage to '10'>><</if>><font size="5"><u>Mum & Dad's Ensuite</u></font>
<<if $phase[0].phase is '1'>>The ensuite bathroom is fully equipped with a shower unit, a corner bath and a toilet and sink. Over the sink there’s a medicine cabinet.<</if>>
[[Search Mum and Dad's ensuite.|searchhelenterrybathroom]]
[[Exit.|HelenTerryroom]]<<if $phase[0].phase is '1'>>There’s not a great deal to be found in Molly’s room. That’s not surprising, seeing as most of her stuff is packed away in boxes down in the cellar.<<if $inv.includes ('A big purple dildo')>>
Zoe reaches under the bed and drags out her big sister's sex toy stash. Taking more time to look over the items in the basket she finds a little metal case, the sort you use to store valuables. Zoe picks it up and rattles it. There’s definitely something inside, but without a key there’s no way to get at it. <<if $analfinger is true>>
Since discovering the delights of anal play, she’s got an idea. Something she saw in here last time. Bored of her hands, she wants to see if she can fit something else up inside. There it is! She plucks the big blue buttplug out of the basket and holds it up to the light. Phew! It’s much bigger than she remembers. The tapered point widening, pearlike, to a width that looks like it would be painful. She’s going to need help getting that up there. Good job Molly is well stocked with lubricants too.
Zoe pockets the buttplug and a tube of lube, excited at the prospect of putting them to use.<<set $inv.push ("A blue buttplug")>><<set $inv.push ("A tube of lubricant")>><<set $analfinger to false>><</if>><<else>>
Zoe is about to leave when she has a thought. What about under the bed? She kneels down and, getting out her phone and switching on its torch, she peers under the bed. Not much under there … but wait … what’s that?
She reaches under the bed and pulls it out. A wicker basket, the sort you’d put shoes in. Only there are no shoes in here. Zoe’s eyes widen at her discovery. It’s a stash of sex toys!
And what a stash it is! There are at least three vibrators of varying size, a set of handcuffs, something that Zoe supposes might be a butt plug and whole cornucopia of lubricants and oils.
The most impressive item in the collection, however, is a massive rubber dildo. Zoe picks it up, wondering at it as it flops about in her grip. @@.z;<i>Oh my God</i>@@! @@.z;<i>It</i>@@’@@.z;<i>s huge</i>@@.
@@.embold;Take it@@!
@@.z;<i>I can</i>@@’@@.z;<i>t do that</i>@@! @@.z;<i>It belongs to my sister</i>@@!
@@.embold;What@@, @@.embold;and you think she needs it where she is right now@@?
Maybe Molly doesn’t need it. And Zoe will be gone by the time she gets back. She probably should take it. Zoe stuffs the dildo in her pocket and quickly shoves the basket back under the bed.<<set $zoe[0].cor += 1, $inv.push ('A big purple dildo')>><</if>><</if>>
[[Back.|Mollyroom]] <<if $phase[0].phase is '1'>><<if $phase[0].obj is '1'>>There’s so much to see in the caravan, and there are so many places things can be squirreled away, that it would probably take the best part of a day to search the place properly. At this point, however, Zoe just makes a bee-line to the place she knows that the photograph albums are kept, a little waist high shelf with a ornate looking lamp on top.
She flicks through a couple, enjoying the nostalgia of the snapshots that, taken together, form a fairly comprehensive history of her family. Helen and Terry newly married, smiling at each other as if the happiness will never end. There’s Ben as a little boy, so happy and unlike the moody recluse he is now. Then Molly, so sweet and angelic, nothing at all to suggest the miscreant waiting to emerge. Joan looking as elegant as ever, an elderly Reg beside her. Zoe smiles ruefully, knowing that the past depicted in those happy photos is something she barely remembers.<<if ($webincest is true) and ($joanphotopeep is false)>>
As she’s putting one of the family albums back on its shelf, Zoe notices that there is something behind. She pulls out the other albums and looks in towards the back of the shelf. Pulling out her phone and switching on the torch, she sees that there’s another album back there, usually hidden by the others. She reaches back and grabs it.
It looks like another album, only it’s much older. Bound in leather, the spine creaks as Zoe opens it up. There’s a note on the front page:
<i>Dearest Joan,
A work of art,
Subject of my heart,
I present to you,
An artifact of your wild beauty.
My camera misses you,
Janis</i>
Zoe raises an eyebrow. She said Janis was a perfumier, right?
She turns the page to see the first photograph. There, splendid in monochrome, is her grandmother. She’s sitting on a tall stool, dressed in a rich fur coat that falls all the way down to her high-heel clad feet.
The photo overleaf shows Joan again, this time with one bare leg, raised and poking out of the coat, the ruffle of a garter belt visible at the top of her thigh.
Next picture, and the coat is all the way open, showing off a body clad in exquisite lacework lingerie complete with suspenders. Joan has her head tilted back in a laugh, her chest pushed out, and the coat falling off her shoulders.
@@.embold;Phew@@! @@.embold;It seems even Grandma has some secrets@@.
@@.z;<i>She was so beautiful</i>@@, thinks Zoe as she leafs through the photos.
@@.embold;You mean sexy@@
They grow gradually more suggestive, Joan revealing a little more skin each time, the erotic tension building with each shot.
@@.embold;Go on@@, @@.embold;skip ahead@@. @@.embold;Let@@’@@.embold;s see how far this goes@@.
So Zoe skips to about three quarters of the way through the album. @@.z;<i>Woah</i>@@! The coat is now gone, and with it the bra. Joan, her face tilted so a lock of hair partially obscures her face, bites the corner of her lip as she holds her arms straight, pushing her breasts together but just about covering her nipples.
Another couple of pages flicker by and she’s no longer hiding them. Her arms are straight above her head and the angle of her shoulders lift her stupendous breasts as if they are defying gravity.
The photographs get lewder and lewder. Before long the panties are gone. Joan holds her perfectly toned body in one coy position after another. Zoe no longer knows whether to feel shocked or aroused. Years and years may have passed, but this is still her grandmother.
@@.embold;I@@’@@.embold;d go with the latter option@@.
With that, the sight of Joan’s finally revealed pussy pushes Zoe into a state of awkward arousal. She closes the book, breathes heavily, then quickly opens it up again. Closes it. Opens it. Closes it.
She puts it back on the shelf and replaces the other albums back so the little leather book is hidden again.
@@.embold;You should ask her about it@@. @@.embold;Maybe there@@’@@.embold;s more@@?
@@.z;<i>I wonder if Grandad ever found out about this</i>@@?<<set $zoe[0].cor += 1, $joanphotopeep to true>><<elseif ($webincest is true) and ($joanphotopeep is true)>> Zoe resists the temptation to get the little black leather album out from its hiding place. Not until she's talked to her grandma about it.<</if>><<elseif $phase[0].obj is '2'>>Zoe has a quick poke around the place but doesn't find anything of interest.<</if>><</if>>
[[Back.|Caravan]]<<back>><<if $phase[0].phase is '1'>>Zoe sits down at her mother’s dressing table and looks over the surface. There’s lots of makeup, jewelry and a range of cosmetics - face creams, body lotions and perfumes. Not much to interest Zoe at this moment in time.<<if $inv.includes ('A tiny little key')>>
Zoe takes the little key she found in the medicine cabinet from her pocket and tries it in the locked drawer.<<if $helendiary is false>>
It fits!
She turns the key and opens the drawer. Peering inside, she sees a scarf, one she gave to Helen a few christmases ago actually. It looks as if it’s wrapped around something actually. Zoe carefully lifts it out of the drawer and unravels the scarf. Inside the layers of fabric is a notebook. A quick flick through tells her it definitely belongs to her mother. The pages are filled with tightly packed lines of her elaborate handwriting. It looks Zoe has found Helen’s diary!
[[Read the diary.|helendiary]]<<elseif $phase[0].obj is '2'>>
[[Read the diary.|helendiarymenu]]<<else>>
[[Read the diary.|helendiarymenu]]<</if>><<else>>
She tries one of the drawers but finds that it is locked. There’s no sign of the key anywhere on the dresser top. Perhaps Zoe will be able to find it elsewhere?<</if>>
<</if>>
[[Back.|HelenTerryroom]] <<if $phase[0].phase is '1'>><<if $phase[0].obj is '1'>>There’s not many places to look in this tiny little bathroom, but the medicine cabinet might be a good place to start. Zoe opens up the mirrored doors and gazes over what’s inside. She sees bottles of pills: painkillers, indigestion tablets, antihistamines, hangover relief, antidepressants.<<if $inv.includes ('A tiny little key')>>
There's nothing else of any particular interest at the moment.<<else>>
Wait, what’s that? A tiny little silver key! Zoe picks it up and slips it in her pocket.<<set $inv.push ('A tiny little key')>><</if>><<elseif $phase[0].obj is '2'>>There’s not many places to look in this tiny little bathroom, but the medicine cabinet might be a good place to start. Zoe opens up the mirrored doors and gazes over what’s inside. She sees bottles of pills: painkillers, indigestion tablets, antihistamines, hangover relief, antidepressants.<<if $inv.includes ('A tube of sunscreen')>>
There's nothing else of any particular interest at the moment.<<else>>
Zoe notices a little tube of factor-50 sunscreen. This should help protect her delicate skin. She might need help with it's application, however.<<set $inv.push ('A tube of sunscreen')>><</if>><</if>><</if>>
[[Back.|HelenTerrybathroom]] <<if $phase[0].phase is '1'>><<if $phase[0].obj is '1'>>It’s probably not a very good idea to rummage too deeply in the chaos of Ben’s bedroom as it’s anybody’s guess what you might find.
With that in mind, Zoe takes a cursory glance around the place, realising that, if you were to get rid of the rubbish and tidy up the clothes, there isn’t actually much in the room aside from the bed, desk and computer.
Looking over that desk, Zoe takes in the expensive computing gear: a fancy gaming keyboard and mouse, a dual screen monitor rigged to the wall and a super ergonomic office chair. She takes a look at the box of tissues and suppresses a shudder at the thought of what Ben uses them for.<<if ($benshower is true) and ($bentissue is false)>>
<<set $benstat[0].last to "Zoe has eaten some of Ben's cum. She might just develop a taste for it yet">>@@.embold;What@@’@@.embold;s wrong with a little bit of self@@-@@.embold;administered pleasure@@? @@.embold;Not everyone is as much of a prude as you are@@. @@.embold;Oh@@, @@.embold;what@@’@@.embold;s that@@ - @@.embold;you@@’@@.embold;re not a prude@@? @@.embold;I@@’@@.embold;ve got one intact hymen right here that says otherwise@@.
Zoe shifts uncomfortably, hating the thought that she really is what a lot of other people would call a prude. Suppose Ben is just exercising his right to pleasure just as any normal person would. And after her recent discovery and enjoyment of the incest message board, who is she to judge what sort of stimulation he needs.
She looks down at the waste paper bin next to the computer and sees that it is practically brimming with rolled up clumps of tissue paper.
@@.embold;Go on@@, @@.embold;take a closer look@@.
Zoe crouches next to the bin and gingerly plucks out one of the disgusting little parcels. @@.z;Euggh@@, she cries out, immediately dropping it. @@.z;<i>It</i>@@’@@.z;<i>s sticky</i>@@!
@@.embold;It@@’@@.embold;s only a bit of semen@@. @@.embold;It won@@’@@.embold;t harm you@@. @@.embold;Besides@@, @@.embold;you@@’@@.embold;ll need to get used to it if you don@@’@@.embold;t want to be a prude all your life@@. @@.embold;You may as well start now@@. @@.embold;Who cares if it@@’@@.embold;s your brother@@’@@.embold;s@@? @@.embold;Nobody is going to find out@@.
She picks up the cum-stained tissue and looks at it closely. Sure enough, there’s a big sticky patch of off-white goo nestled inside it. She gives it a sniff and wrinkles her nose. It’s a strange smell, not particularly pleasant but not exactly horrible either.
@@.embold;How about a taste@@?
@@.z;<i>I can</i>@@’@@.z;<i>t do that</i>@@!
@@.embold;Why not@@? @@.embold;What@@’@@.embold;s the problem@@.
@@.z;<i>He</i>@@’@@.z;<i>s my brother</i>@@!
@@.embold;So she needs a little push@@. Zoe suddenly brings the tissue up to her face, pressing it clumsily against her lips. Ben’s semen is cold and slimy, like, like,Zoe can’t think what it’s like. She drops the tissue back in the bin but she can feel some of the goo on her lips. Before she can think to wipe it away, her tongue darts out of her mouth, licking up the cum in a single swipe. Cold. Satly. Strange, but again not entirely unpleasant. She leaves it sitting on her tongue for a moment as her mouth fills up with saliva.
@@.embold;Good@@! @@.embold;Now swallow@@.
Zoe gulps, swallowing the remains of her brother’s load. She feels it sticking at the back of her throat and nearly heaves. She takes a deep breath.
@@.embold;See@@, @@.embold;that wasn@@’@@.embold;t so bad@@, @@.embold;was it@@? @@.embold;Perhaps next time you can sample it directly from the source@@?
Zoe gets up and retreats from Ben’s room as quickly as she can, not wanting to follow that thought any further.<<set $bentissue to true>><<set $zoe[0].cor += 1>><<elseif $bentissue is true>>
The shudder isn’t entirely one of disgust. After tasting Ben’s cum, she’s starting to wonder if she might like to taste it some more, only fresher.<</if>><<elseif $phase[0].obj is '2'>><<if $benstat[1].stage is '3'>>Zoe sits down at Ben’s computer and shakes the mouse. The screen comes alive, giving Zoe access to the desktop. @@.z;<i>No password</i>@@? She shakes her head at her brother’s carelessness.
@@.embold;What are we doing here then@@?
@@.z;<i>I want to check something</i>@@.
Zoe opens up the documents folder and looks around. Plenty of porn, most of it hentai and 3D renders. So far so normal. That’s a shame. Zoe is about to give up her search when ... wait, what’s that there? A folder with no designation but the default <i>new folder</i>. Zoe clicks in. There’s a single file inside. It’s called <i>Zoe.jpg</i>.
She double clicks, a smile growing on her lips. It’s the picture she sent him. Of course he didn’t delete it. And, what’s more, he’s saved it with the rest of his porn.
Some residual part of the old Zoe cringes at that. What has she started?
@@.embold;The boy just can@@’@@.embold;t help himself@@, @@.embold;can he@@?<<set $benphotosave to true>><<elseif $benstat[1].stage is '10'>><<if $benwankbank is true>>There's no need to pry any further. Zoe has all the dirt on her brother she needs for now.<<else>>Ben isn’t in his room, so now is an excellent opportunity to take a look at his computer. True, he could come back at any time, but Zoe isn’t afraid. She might have been, once, but now the risk of being discovered barely registers. A part of her even hopes Ben will find her snooping. Besides, she has a suspicion that the fruits of her search may well throw up some interesting and useful results.
Luckily, Ben’s computer is still not password protected. @@.z;<i>Silly boy</i>@@. She finds her way back to his clearly labelled porn stash. @@.z;Woah@@, breathes Zoe when she sees how her brother has rearranged his stash. There is no longer an untitled folder. It appears that its name has been changed to ‘FamilyWankBank’. @@.z;Top marks for subtlety, Ben@@.
@@.embold;Give the poor boy some credit. He’s doing well@@.
Zoe opens the folder to find that it contains three other folders. They are labelled ‘HornyGrandma1’, ‘HornyGrandma2’ and ‘SluttySister’.
@@.embold;He’s got you figured out@@.
@@.z;<i>I’m not a slut</i>@@!
@@.embold;Aren’t you@@?
Sure enough, Ben has downloaded and saved all of the photos Zoe uploaded. Checking the ‘SluttySister’ folder, Zoe is happy to see that all the pictures she sent him are present.
@@.z;<i>I suppose I am a bit of a slut, really</i>@@.<<set $benwankbank to true>><</if>><</if>><</if>><</if>>
[[Back.|Benroom]] Zoe sits down at her desk and boots up her laptop.
After a few moments it’s loaded up and ready to go.
What will Zoe do?
[[Browse|webbrowse]].
[[Shop|webshop]].<<if $carlletter1 is true>>
[[Email Carl|carlemail]].<</if>><<if $carlreply is true>>
[[Check email|carlemail2]].<</if>><<if ($joanstat[1].stage is '5') and ($benstat[1].stage is '4')>>
[[Upload pictures|joanphotoupload]].<</if>><<if ($joanstat[1].stage is '7') and ($benstat[1].stage is '5')>>
[[Check for comments|joanphotoupload1-2]].<</if>><<if $joanstat[1].stage is '9'>>
[[Upload second photoshoot|joanphotoupload2]].<</if>>
<<if $phase[0].phase is '2'>>[[Shutdown|zoeroom2]]<<else>>[[Shutdown|zoeroom]].<</if>>
<<if $phase[0].phase is '1'>><<if $webincest, $webbest is false>>Zoe decides to spend some time surfing the web. She starts by checking her emails and social media, replying to various messages. Finishing off that, she drifts over to a few of her favourite message boards, chuckling at memes and doing her best not to rise to the inflammatory statements of the resident trolls. Before long, she’s getting sucked deeper and deeper into the vortex of the web.
@@.embold;The brainworm@@, @@.embold;drawing on what Zoe already knows@@, @@.embold;realises this Internet@@, @@.embold;as well as being a repository for the combined intellectual efforts of the species@@, @@.embold;is a treasure trove of filth and depravity@@. @@.embold;Pushing her ever so slightly@@, @@.embold;it steers her thinking towards some of that smut@@.
Clicking deeper into the lewder corners of one particular message board, Zoe starts to feel a little hot under the collar. Soon she’s reading smutty stories and squirming in her seat. Hmmm, what are those links over there?
[[Forbidden Fruits]].<<if $zoe[0].cor gte 10>>
[[Crossing the Species Divide]].<</if>>
[[Close|laptopscreen]].
<<else>>That's [[enough browsing|laptopscreen]] for now, don't you think?<</if>><</if>><<if ($shop is false) and ($shop1 is false)>>The webshop currently has no items Zoe needs.<<elseif ($shop is true) or ($shop1 is true)>>Browsing through the webshop, Zoe finds the following items that might be useful:<<if $shopdress is true>>
[[A stylish cocktail dress.|shopdress]]<</if>><<if $shoplingerie is true>>
[[Sexy lingerie.|shoplingerie]]<</if>><<if $shopmagazine is true>>
[[Incest-themed porno magazine.|shoppornomag]]<</if>><</if>>
[[Back.|laptopscreen]] <<if $webincest is false>><<set $zoe[0].cor to Math.clamp($zoe[0].cor + 1, 1, 5), $webincest to true>>Compelled by a deep and sudden urge, Zoe clicks through to the message board labelled <i>Forbidden Fruits</I>. Reading through the titles of the different threads, her eyes grow wider and wider: <i>My Sis Is My Girlfriend</i>, <i>Getting Closer To Mommy</I>, <i>Daddy</i>’<i>s Naughty Little Girl</i>,<i>My Little Brother And His Big Cock</i>, <i>Family Fuckfest</i>. What is this? And who in their right mind even looks at this sort of stuff?
But despite her feelings of disgust, there’s something pushing Zoe to explore further. Like a painful cut on the roof of her mouth that she can’t help but tongue, she looks over pornographic images purported to be family members enaged in incestuous acts. She reads the testimonials of people who say they sampled the forbidden fruit and found it to be delicious. @@.z;<i>They can</i>@@’@@.z;<i>t be real</i>@@, she tells herself. @@.z;<i>It</i>@@’@@.z;<i>s all pretend</i>@@. Just pretend, just a bit of harmless fun. Fantasy. Everyone has a fantasy.
As she scrolls deeper into the message board, Zoe’s hand falls to her thigh. She rubs, squeezing the flesh. Mothers fucking their sons, daughters fucking their fathers. It’s actually pretty hot if you think about it. Revelling in that one thing that society prohibits above everything else, the deepest transgression, the ultimate taboo.
@@.z;<i>What if some of these stories are real</i>@@? wonders Zoe. What if it isn’t just erotic fiction. What if that woman really did fuck her son:
<i>It all happened so quickly. I was drunk and I knew my son was lonely and hurting. He just couldn’t find a girl who would so much as look at him a second time. I mean, I was a bit lonely myself and I was as drunk as hell. I put my hand on his leg, real far on up his thigh, and he just looked at me with these big eyes as if he was wishing with all his heart that I was someone else, anyone but his Mom. Well, like I said, I was drunk, so I thought, what the hell. I started by caressing him through his pants, feeling his cock getting harder and harder by the second. I unzipped him and pulled that fella out, and my God, he had a big one. I started to stroke him up and down and all the while I could tell he wanted to touch me. So I reached back, took his hand and brought it up to one of my breasts. He was shy, but he started squeezing, slowly getting more and more bold. I started to worry then, that I might have started something I might regret, but again I thought what the hell, and ducked my head down to take my son’s big cock in my mouth…</i>
Zoe, thinking she hears footsteps outside the door, quickly minimises the screen. She waits, hardly daring to breath, but there’s no knock, no call. Settling back into her chair she wonders if she could ever imagine doing something like to her own father. Surely not. What about Ben? She can’t imagine doing something like that, not in a million years.
But all the same, she returns to the message board and adds a bookmark to the page.<<else>>
The seed of curiosity has landed in fertile ground and Zoe just can’t help herself. She spends some time scrolling, reading through more of the incest stories and wondering what she might do if she were ever to find herself in a similar situation.<</if>>
[[Back|webbrowse]].
<<if $webbest is false>>@@.z;Zoe@@ doesn’t hesitate for a moment, clicking the link.
@@.embold;This should be interesting@@ …
Her breath catches in her throat as she sees the first few thread titles. <i>Hot young blonde taste doberman cock</i>, <i>Mature housewife knotted</i>, <i>Blow the Pooch</i>. @@.z;<i>What on earth does knotted mean</i>@@?
She clicks through to the thread but backs out as soon as she sees the image. @@.z;<i>What the hell</i>@@!
@@.embold;What@@’@@.embold;s the matter@@?
@@.z;<i>This is so illegal</i>@@. @@.z;<i>I</i>@@’@@.z;<i>m breaking the law</i>@@!
The brainworm floods Zoe’s head with dopamine, stripping away her inhibitions. @@.embold;Go on@@, @@.embold;isn@@’@@.embold;t that what incognito mode is for@@?
So Zoe, now brimming with excited curiosity, clicks back through to the picture. It’s not great quality, meaning that it’s probably homemade, but it’s clear enough. A middle-aged woman on her hands and knees, head down so you can’t see her face. A big Staffordshire bull terrier stands behind her, its rear end facing hers, back legs partially splayed . Looking closely, Zoe can just about make out the animal’s big red cock sticking into the woman. @@.z;<i>There</i>@@’@@.z;<i>s no way she</i>@@’@@.z;<i>s enjoying that</i>@@, thinks Zoe.
@@.embold;How do you know@@?
Zoe spends more time exploring the message board. There are so many pictures, some mixed with confessionals, users eagerly sharing tales of their interspecies experiments. Zoe can’t help but take the confessionals as fictional; nobody in their right mind would enjoy such behaviour. They were either doing it for money, or being forced.
But then she stumbles upon a video of a cute, bespectacled young woman with black dreadlocks, eagerly sucking the cock of a docile looking rottweiler. She’s going at it with such enthusiasm, pausing to wipe her lips and smile at the camera, before tucking back in. Unlike most of the videos Zoe has watched so far, this girl isn’t masked, suggesting she feels no shame in what she's doing. There’s no doubt that she’s taking great pleasure in her actions, licking and lapping at hound’s meaty shaft.
@@.embold;Now that@@’@@.embold;s more like it@@! @@.embold;You like what you see@@?
Zoe has to admit that she does. The video of the young woman is unbareably erotic, leaving her fidgeting in her seat and grinding her thighs together.
@@.embold;You could try that with Rocket if you want to@@?
@@.z;<i>No way</i>@@! @@.z;<i>I wouldn</i>@@’@@.z;<i>t dare</i>@@. @@.z;<i>Besides</i>@@, @@.z;<i>there</i>@@’@@.z;<i>s something up with him at the moment</i>@@. @@.z;<i>He won</i>@@’@@.z;<i>t let me anywhere near him</i>@@.
@@.embold;So you want to try@@, @@.embold;do you@@?
@@.z;<i>I don</i>@@’@@.z;<i>t know</i>@@. @@.z;<i>I think so</i>@@.<<set $webbest to true>><<elseif $webbest is true>>Now she’s sampled the delights of zoophilia, Zoe can’t help but come back for more. She finds herself drawn to it, the image of the dark haired girl happily guzzling at her dog’s cock spurring her on to explore further.<</if>>
[[Back|webbrowse]].
<<if $phase[0].phase is '1'>><<if $phase[0].obj is '1'>>Helen is busy in the kitchen. It looks like she’s like she’s putting together a shopping list.
She’s dressed in blue jeans and a tight white blouse. Leaning over the counter, Zoe can see right down her top.
She looks up at Zoe. @@.h;Hi@@, @@.h;darling@@. @@.h;Have you thought about anything you might like from the supermarket@@?
Zoe can’t take her eyes away from her mother’s cleavage. @@.z;Some baps@@, @@.z;maybe@@?
Helen looks puzzled. @@.h;Baps@@?
Zoe shakes herself slightly. @@.z;You know@@ … @@.z;er@@ … @@.z;bread rolls@@.
Helen scribbles on her list.
[[Continue.|Kitchen]]<<elseif $phase[0].obj is '2'>><<if $helenstat[1].stage is 'base'>>Helen is in the kitchen, sitting at the breakfast bar eating a bowl of cereal. She’s in her dressing gown, but it’s still early, despite the fact that Terry has probably been up for hours already.
@@.z;Hi@@, @@.z;Mum@@, says Zoe.
@@.h;Good morning@@, @@.h;darling@@. @@.h;Sleep well@@?
An ache in her pussy reminds Zoe of the strange events of the evening before, events that tailed off into the oblivion of unconsciousness.
@@.z;Like a log@@, she says.
She pops a couple of slices of bread into the toaster and looks at her mother while she’s waiting for them to pop.
@@.embold;Now would be a good time to bring up the diary@@.
@@.z;<i>I can</i>@@’@@.z;<i>t tell her I read her diary</i>@@. @@.z;<i>I</i>@@’@@.z;<i>d be in so much trouble</i>@@!
@@.embold;Not about reading it@@. @@.embold;About what it said@@. @@.embold;You know@@, @@.embold;her@@ … @@.embold;frustrations@@.
The toast pops and she takes them out, slathering a liberal layer of honey onto both slices. Rejoining Helen at the breakfast bar she says, @@.z;I was hoping we could talk about something@@.
Helen peers at her daughter inquisitively. @@.h;Of course@@, @@.h;Zoe@@. @@.h;What was it@@?
@@.z;It@@’@@.z;s about you and Dad@@.
Helen sighs and slumps down further onto her stool.
@@.z;Come on@@, @@.z;Mum@@. @@.z;It@@’@@.z;s not that bad is it@@?
Helen gets up and takes her bowl over to the sink. @@.h;It@@’@@.h;s complicated@@, she says over the sound of running water.
Zoe takes a bite of her toast. @@.z;Complicated how@@?
@@.h;You know@@. @@.h;You@@’@@.h;ve read enough books to know@@, @@.h;anyway@@. @@.h;Married life is complicated@@.
@@.embold;This is going to take forever at this rate@@. @@.embold;Why not give her a nudge in the right direction@@?
@@.z;Is it about sex@@?
Helen laughs and shakes her head. @@.h;I sometimes forget you@@’@@.h;re not a kid anymore@@.
@@.z;So it is that then@@.
@@.h;I can@@’@@.h;t believe I@@’@@.h;m having this conversation with my youngest daughter@@.
@@.z;Hey@@! @@.z;You said it yourself@@; @@.z;I@@’@@.z;m not a kid anymore@@.
Zoe is wondering whether Helen might just shut the conversation down when she says, @@.h;Yes@@. @@.h;The problem is with sex@@. @@.h;Or lack of it@@, @@.h;more like@@.
@@.embold;There we go@@. @@.embold;Progress@@.
@@.z;And it@@’@@.z;s the porn thing that@@’@@.z;s the problem@@, @@.z;right@@? says Zoe around a mouthful of toast.
Helen turns around and gives Zoe a look as if she can’t quite believe what she’s hearing.
@@.h;First up@@, @@.h;don@@’@@.h;t talk with your mouth full@@. @@.h;Secondly@@, @@.h;how in the world do you know about that@@?
Zoe shrugs. @@.z;Educated guess@@.
@@.h;Well@@, @@.h;I@@’@@.h;d better be careful with my secrets@@. @@.h;At least while you@@’@@.h;re around@@. @@.h;Goodness me@@. She looks anguished for a moment. @@.h;Is it really that obvious@@?
Zoe gets up and joins her mother at the sink. @@.z;He@@’@@.z;s not the most subtle of men@@, @@.z;is he@@.
Helen puts her head in her hands. @@.h;You can@@’@@.h;t imagine how it feels@@, she says, her voice wavering as if she’s struggling not to cry. @@.h;To have your husband turn away from you every night and knowing at the same time that he@@’@@.h;s getting his release through those magazines@@.
Zoe puts an arm around Helen’s shoulders. @@.z;He can@@’@@.z;t help it@@, she says. @@.z;It@@’@@.z;s like an addiction@@. @@.z;A lot of boys have it now@@.
Helen looks up, tears brimming in the corners of her eyes. @@.h;What do you mean@@?
@@.z;I mean lots of boys get addicted to porn@@. @@.z;There@@’@@.z;s so much of it around the place now@@, @@.z;and it@@’@@.z;s so easy to access@@.
@@.h;But what am I supposed to do@@? She’s starting to sound desperate.
@@.z;I tell you what@@. @@.z;Let me talk to Dad@@.
@@.h;I can@@’@@.h;t ask you to do that@@.
@@.z;You@@’@@.z;re not asking@@. @@.z;I@@’@@.z;m offering@@.
Helen wipes her eyes with the back of her hand and smiles. She puts her hand on Zoe’s cheek. @@.z;Darling Zoe@@. @@.z;Always such a sweet girl@@.@@.z;So caring@@.
Zoe pulls away and plunges her arms into the washing up water. @@.z;I just want to help@@, she says.
@@.h;Well@@, @@.h;I@@’@@.h;m going to go and watch TV@@. @@.h;Let me know how it goes@@.
Zoe waits until Helen is at the doorway before saying. @@.z;Wait a second@@, @@.z;Mum@@. @@.z;I just had a thought@@. @@.z;There is another way of looking at this@@.
@@.h;Oh@@? Helen leans against the doorframe. @@.h;What@@’@@.h;s that then@@?
@@.z;Think of it as a free pass@@.
Helen frowns. @@.h;A free pass@@? @@.h;What do you mean by that@@?
@@.z;Think about it@@. @@.z;Dad jerks off to his <i>Barely Legal Beauties</i> and keeps it all a secret from you@@. @@.z;You could think of it as a free pass@@. @@.z;You could do something you want to do and if he found out and got annoyed@@, @@.z;you could just hold that over him@@.
Helen looks shocked, but not entirely unamused. @@.h;Zoe Morgan@@! @@.h;I would never have expected such a@@ … @@.h;such a@@ … @@.h;Machiavellian suggestion from you@@. @@.h;Molly@@, @@.h;yes@@! @@.h;But you@@?
@@.z;I@@’@@.z;m not saying you should do it@@, @@.z;Mum@@. @@.z;I@@’@@.z;m just pointing out that you could@@.
@@.h;And I could strip myself naked and run through the neighbourhood offering baked goods@@!
@@.z;That@@’@@.z;s an option too@@.
Helen leaves for the living room, chuckling and shaking her head. @@.h;Never in all my life@@!
@@.embold;An interesting approach@@. @@.embold;I guess we@@’@@.embold;ll have to wait and see what comes of it@@.
[[Continue.|Kitchen]]<<set $helenstat[1].diaryadd += 1, $helenstat[1].stage to '1', $helenstat[1].obj2talk1 to 'yes'>><<elseif ($diary2 is 'read') and ($helenstat[1].stage is '1')>>Zoe sits next to her mother on the couch. @@.z;Whatcha watching@@?
@@.h;Oh@@, says Helen, putting down her phone. @@.h;I wasn@@’@@.h;t really watching it@@.
@@.z;Just killing time@@?
@@.h;Something like that@@, she says absently.
They sit together in silence for a while as the TV drones on, some morning chat show.
@@.embold;Come on@@, @@.embold;Zoe@@! @@.embold;Now@@’@@.embold;s your chance@@.
@@.z;So are you going to ask me or not@@?
Helen looks at her askance. @@.h;Ask you what@@?
@@.z;About whether or not I spoke to Dad@@?
Helen’s look turns incredulous.
@@.embold;That got her attention@@!
@@.h;No@@, @@.h;I most certainly wasn@@’@@.h;t going to ask you about that@@!
@@.z;Why not@@?
@@.h;Are you serious@@? @@.h;Please@@, @@.h;Zoe@@. @@.h;It might seem a bit of fun@@, @@.h;but you@@’@@.h;re really treading on my toes with this stuff@@.
@@.z;Sorry@@, @@.z;Mum@@. @@.z;I thought@@ …
@@.h;I know@@. @@.h;You just want to help@@. @@.h;It@@’@@.h;s sweet@@, @@.h;but I don@@’@@.h;t think you can@@.
@@.embold;Damn@@!
They continue to sit in renewed silence. Zoe is about to get up to go when her mother turns to her and says, @@.h;So did you speak to him@@?
@@.embold;Here we go@@!
Zoe, practically leaping at the chance, turns to her mother, tucking her legs in under her bottom. @@.z;Well@@, @@.z;I was thinking about that and I figured that you don@@’@@.z;t need him@@. @@.z;Not for that anyway@@.
Helen makes a pained face. @@.h;What are you talking about@@, @@.h;Zoe@@?
Zoe grins. @@.z;Come on@@, @@.z;Mum@@. @@.z;Do you really want to wait for him to put down those magazines and come to you@@, @@.z;or do you want to take control and explore@@?
@@.h;Explore what@@?
@@.z;Desire@@! @@.z;Fantasy@@.
@@.h;Oh come on@@, @@.h;Zoe@@. @@.h;I@@’@@.h;m 48@@. @@.h;I don@@’@@.h;t have time for fantasy@@.
Zoe gestures towards the TV and smirks. @@.z;Oh right@@. @@.z;Because you@@’@@.z;re so busy@@.
@@.h;Don@@’@@.h;t get smart with me@@, @@.h;young lady@@. She takes in Zoe’s pout and rolls her eyes. @@.h;OK@@, @@.h;I@@’@@.h;ll play along@@. @@.h;Fantasy@@.
@@.z;Yeah@@. @@.z;I could start@@, @@.z;tell you mine@@.
@@.h;OK then@@. She shakes her head and mutters, @@.h;What am I doing@@?
Zoe closes her eyes. It might be a bit early to tell her mother that her fantasies include sucking off her brother and getting fucked by Dad. Best tone things down, for now at least. @@.z;Well@@, @@.z;you know@@, @@.z;I always liked the idea of showing off in public@@.
Helen raises an eyebrow. @@.h;You mean flashing@@.
@@.z;No@@! @@.z;Well@@, @@.z;kinda@@. @@.z;More than that@@, @@.z;I think@@. She lowers her voice to a whisper. @@.z;You know@@, @@.z;sex in public@@, @@.z;with strangers@@.
@@.h;I can@@’@@.h;t believe I@@’@@.h;m hearing this@@. @@.h;My little Zoe wants to have sex with strangers@@! She looks amused at the idea.
@@.z;No@@! @@.z;I didn@@’@@.z;t say I wanted to <i>do</i> it@@! @@.z;It@@’@@.z;s just the idea of it that@@’@@.z;s@@, @@.z;you know@@, @@.z;hot@@.
Helen seems to think about that one. @@.h;I suppose there is something about it@@, @@.h;yeah@@. @@.h;But also something deeply uncomfortable and unpleasant@@.
@@.z;Isn@@’@@.z;t that kind of the appeal@@?
@@.h;I@@’@@.h;m not so sure@@.
@@.z;Right then@@. @@.z;I told you mine@@. @@.z;Now you have to tell me yours@@.
Helen bites her lip and shakes her head. @@.h;I don@@’@@.h;t think this is a good idea@@. @@.h;What if your father comes in@@.
@@.z;Oh come on@@, @@.z;Mum@@! @@.z;That@@’@@.z;s not fair@@!
@@.h;God@@! @@.h;You@@’@@.h;re persistent@@! Helen raises both her hands in surrender. @@.h;I@@’@@.h;ll think about it OK@@?
@@.z;And then tell me@@?
@@.h;Yes@@.
@@.z;Promise@@?
@@.h;Against my better judgment@@, @@.h;yes@@, @@.h;I promise@@.
@@.z;You won@@’@@.z;t regret it@@, @@.z;Mum@@.
@@.h;Whatever you say@@, @@.h;darling@@.
[[Continue.|Livingroom]]<<set $helenstat[1].stage to '2', $helenstat[1].diaryadd += 1>><<elseif $helenstat[1].stage is '1'>>Helen is watching TV. She’s not dressed yet, but then again, it’s not like she has much to do today.
@@.embold;I wonder if she@@’@@.embold;s had a chance to think about what you said yet@@?
Zoe should check Helen's diary.
[[Continue.|Livingroom]]<<elseif ($helenstat[1].stage is '2') and ($diary3 is 'read')>>@@.z;Hi again@@, @@.z;Mum@@, says Zoe. @@.z;Mind if I join you@@?
@@.h;Not at all@@, @@.h;dear@@, says Helen. She reaches for the remote to turn the TV down. @@.h;Let me guess@@. @@.h;You want to know if I@@’@@.h;ve thought about my fantasies@@.
@@.z;How did you guess@@, says Zoe with a cheeky grin.
Helen shakes her head. @@.h;I wonder@@.
@@.z;Well@@, @@.z;have you@@?
@@.h;I guess I have@@. @@.h;A bit@@, @@.h;anyway@@.
@@.z;Aaaaand@@? @@.z;Come on@@, @@.z;spill@@!
@@.h;Oh@@, @@.h;what the hell@@! Helen moves closer to Zoe so she doesn’t have to speak so loud, close enough for Zoe to smell the wine on her breath. @@.h;You mentioned that stuff about being watched@@.
@@.z;Fucking strangers in public@@?
@@.h;Shhh@@! @@.h;Jesus@@, @@.h;Zoe@@, @@.h;turn it down a bit@@. @@.h;But yes@@. @@.h;That@@. @@.h;Or something like that@@. @@.h;I don@@’@@.h;t know about having sex in front of people@@, @@.h;but being watched maybe@@. @@.h;Having people@@’@@.h;s eyes on my body@@.
@@.z;Undressing you with their eyes@@. @@.z;Lusting after your body@@. @@.z;That@@’@@.z;s really sexy@@, @@.z;Mum@@.
@@.h;Do you think so@@? @@.h;It@@’@@.h;s pretty tame@@, @@.h;isn@@’@@.h;t it@@?
@@.z;It@@’@@.z;s a start@@. @@.z;Why don@@’@@.z;t you try it out@@?
@@.h;What do you mean@@?
@@.z;I mean get out there and show the world what you@@’@@.z;ve got@@! She reaches forward and opens the lapels of her mother’s dressing gown ever so slightly, revealing the soft curve of boobflesh. @@.z;You@@’@@.z;re drop dead gorgeous@@.
Helen pulls free of Zoe’s touch and covers herself up. @@.h;What are you suggesting I do@@? @@.h;Start selling myself on the streets@@? She sounds annoyed.
@@.z;Don@@’@@.z;t be so uptight@@, @@.z;Mum@@. @@.z;I@@’@@.z;m just saying should think about going out once in a while@@. @@.z;Getting dressed up in something sexy and bathing in the adoration of all those hungry men@@.
@@.h;Goodness me@@, @@.h;Zoe@@. @@.h;You make it sound so sleazy@@!
@@.z;That@@’@@.z;s because it is@@. @@.z;Come on@@, @@.z;tell me you@@’@@.z;ll think about it@@.
Helen looks uncertain but nods slowly. @@.h;I@@’@@.h;ll think about it@@.
@@.z;Good@@! @@.z;Now give me a cuddle@@! So Zoe snuggles up with her mother to watch some TV. Zoe rests her head on Helen’s bust and dozes, indulging in daydreams where she watches men queuing up in the street to take a go at fucking her slutty mother.
[[Continue.|Livingroom]]<<set $helenstat[1].stage to '3', $helenstat[0].status to "1/0 - @@.h;Helen@@ is now starting to think about her sexuality in much greater depth.">><<elseif $helenstat[1].stage is '2'>>Zoe shouldn't push her mother too hard. Give her some time and let those ideas of fantasy percolate for a while.
[[Continue.|Livingroom]]<<elseif $helenstat[1].stage is '3'>>@@.z;Watcha doing@@, @@.z;Mum@@? says Zoe.
Helen is rummaging in her wardrobe and there are a number of garments laid out on the bed.
@@.h;I@@’@@.h;m just clearing out some of this stuff@@. @@.h;I@@’@@.h;ve got a lot of clothes I don@@’@@.h;t wear any more@@.
@@.z;Found anything you might like to wear on a night out@@? @@.z;Something to show off in@@?
@@.h;That isn@@’@@.h;t what@@’@@.h;s happening here@@, @@.h;Zoe@@, she says with a smirk.
[[Continue.|HelenTerryroom]]<<elseif $helenstat[1].stage is '4'>>@@.z;Looks like someone had a good night@@, says Zoe.
Helen looks up from the breakfast bar where she’d been sitting with her head rested on her folded arms. She scowls and says @@.h;Very funny@@!
@@.z;But you had a good time@@, @@.z;right@@?
@@.h;I suppose I did@@, @@.h;yes@@.
@@.z;I told you you would@@. @@.z;And get to enjoy any masculine attention@@?
Helen smirks. @@.h;I couldn@@’@@.h;t possibly say@@.
@@.embold;I wonder if she remembers the attention you were giving her@@?
@@.z;Do you remember getting hom@@? @@.z;I woke up when you crashed your way inside@@. @@.z;It was 4AM@@.
Helen groans. @@.h;No wonder Terry was so cross with me@@. @@.h;I don@@’@@.h;t remember a thing@@.
@@.z;That@@’@@.z;s a shame@@, says Zoe. @@.z;Hey@@! @@.z;Maybe I can come with you next time@@?
@@.h;Next time@@? She shakes her head. @@.h;Let me finish getting over <i>this</i> time first@@, @@.h;hey@@?
[[Continue.|Kitchen]]<<set $helenstat[1].stage to '5'>><<elseif $helenstat[1].stage is '5'>>Helen looks like she's just about done with her hangover. Still, better leave her to it.
[[Continue.|Kitchen]]<<elseif ($helenstat[1].stage is '10') or ($helenstat[1].stage is '13')>>Helen is pottering about the kitchen. She gives Zoe a smile and carries on about her business, all but oblivious in her happiness.<<if $helencarlblow is 'done'>>
@@.embold;Well@@, @@.embold;you know why don@@'@@.embold;t you@@.
Zoe nods to herself, remembering her mother feverishly sucking off Uncle Carl, taking his creamy load down her throat.<</if>>
[[Continue.|Kitchen]]<</if>><</if>><</if>>
<<if $diaryentry is '1'>>@@.embold;Helen@@’@@.embold;s diary is sure to contain information that will be extremely useful in manipulating her@@.
@@.z;<i>I can</i>@@’@@.z;<i>t read this</i>@@. @@.z;<i>It</i>@@’@@.z;<i>s private</i>@@.
@@.embold;Why not@@? @@.embold;Perhaps you can find out why your mother is so unhappy@@. @@.embold;With that knowledge you might be able to help her@@.
Zoe just wants to do what is right. She knows reading another person’s diary is wrong, but maybe she will be able to help her mother, and surely that would outweigh this minor breach of privacy. She opens Helen’s diary at random and starts to read.
<i>Dear Diary,
It’s another day, much the same as any other. I woke up, put the washing on, had a shower, got dressed and set about tidying the house and trying to get Ben to do something with his life!
Only today also means something else. It’s not just an ordinary day. Today marks a year since Terry and I last made love.
God. I feel so pathetic, being upset about it. But then why should I feel like that? Sex is important in any relationship. It doesn’t matter whether you’re a teenager or have been in a marriage for 35 years; it’s IMPORTANT!
But still, Terry won’t even look at me. He’s kind and he’s sweet, but just not interested in me. Just knowing that those magazines and the sluts that degrade themselves for its pages are enough for him is too much. I tried. I try to be sexy, dress up, talk dirty, degrade myself like those sluts, but nothing. He doesn’t even make excuses any more. We used to argue about it, but I don’t bother now.
I am a woman, a grown woman. I have needs.</I>
Woah! That’s certainly a valuable insight. @@.z;<i>Poor Mum</i>@@, thinks Zoe. What is she supposed to do about that? Talk to Dad? Try and persuade him that he needs to show his wife some attention? @@.z;<i>I can</i>@@’@@.z;<i>t do that</i>@@!<<if $helendiary is false>><<set $zoe[0].cor += 1, $helendiary to true>><</if>><</if>>
[[Back.|HelenTerryroom]] <<if $phase[0].phase is '1'>><<if $phase[0].obj is '1'>><<if $inv.contains ('A Porno Mag')>>Terry is over by the barbecue. It looks like he’s cleaning out the ashes from the last time they used it, earlier in the summer.
He looks up when Zoe approaches and flushes a deep shade of crimson.
@@.embold;Poor guy@@! @@.embold;Now that@@’@@.embold;s what I call shame@@.
Zoe turns away, trying to hide her own burning cheeks.
@@.embold;You can@@’@@.embold;t go around like this forever@@. @@.embold;You@@’@@.embold;re going to have to talk to him at some point@@!
[[Back.|Garden]]<<else>>When Zoe peers into the green house she sees her father is sitting in his deckchair with his back to the door. He’s slightly hunched and looks like he might be reading something.
Keeping to her tip-toes, Zoe sneaks inside. When she’s just behind him, so close she can detect the scent of his shaving cream lingering, she launches herself at him, throwing her arms about his shoulders from behind.
Terry practically jumps out of his skin. @@.t;It@@’@@.t;s not what you think@@! he cries, all but throwing whatever he was reading so it falls down the back of the little chest of drawers where he keeps packets of seeds.
Zoe lets go and straightens up. @@.z;Whatever are you talking about@@, @@.z;Dad@@? she says.
He turns round, relief suffusing his brightly flushed cheeks. @@.t;Zoe@@! @@.t;You scared the living daylights out of me@@!
@@.z;Sorry@@, @@.z;Dad@@! she says, grinning mischievously. @@.z;I didn@@’@@.z;t mean to@@.
@@.t;That@@’@@.t;s OK@@. @@.t;But next time@@, @@.t;do me favour and whistle or something@@.
[[Back|Garden]].>><</if>><<elseif $phase[0].obj is '2'>><<if $terrystat[1].stage is 'base'>>Terry is so busy mowing the grass that he doesn’t notice his daughter approach.
@@.z;Dad@@, shouts @@.z;Zoe@@ over the sound of the lawnmower. @@.z;Hey@@, @@.z;Dad@@!
@@.embold;He@@’@@.embold;s probably ignoring you@@, @@.embold;right@@? @@.embold;He@@’@@.embold;ll no doubt still be a little bit embarrassed about you catching him in the act yesterday@@.
@@.z;DAD@@! Zoe yells. @@.z;I know you can hear me@@.
It seems to do the trick. He switches off the machine and turns around, doing a pretty bad job at feigning surprise. @@.t;Oh@@, @@.t;sorry@@, @@.t;baby girl@@. @@.t;I didn@@’@@.t;t notice you there@@. He smiles sheepishly, avoiding eye contact. @@.t;What can your dad do for you@@?
@@.embold;Seems like a pretty good opportunity to bring it up@@, @@.embold;don@@’@@.embold;t you think@@?
Zoe puts her hands on her hips. @@.z;I wanted to talk to you about yesterday@@.
Terry looks aghast, the blood draining from his face. He steps forward. Zoe, realising that she can easily play this situation to her benefit, takes a step back. @@.t;God@@, @@.t;Zoe@@. He looks to the house and back to his mother’s caravan. @@.t;You weren@@’@@.t;t supposed to see that@@.
Zoe raises an eyebrow but stays silent, shifting her weight onto her other hip.
@@.t;You said you wanted to talk about it.@@ @@.t;Say something@@, @@.t;please@@.
@@.embold;Well@@, @@.embold;well@@. @@.embold;What happened to sweet little Zoe@@?
@@.t;What do I have to do to ensure your mother doesn@@’@@.t;t hear anything about this@@?
@@.z;Don@@’@@.z;t worry@@, @@.z;dad@@. @@.z;I won@@’@@.z;t say a word@@. @@.z;I wasn@@’@@.z;t ever going to@@. @@.z;I don@@'@@.z;t want to get you in trouble@@.
Terry seems relieved, but there’s still tension in his stance. @@.t;OK@@. @@.t;That@@’@@.t;s good@@. @@.t;So can we just forget about it@@?
@@.embold;HA@@! @@.embold;You don@@’@@.embold;t get off that easy@@, @@.embold;old man@@.
@@.z;I had a look at your magazine@@, say Zoe. @@.z;Some of those girls look pretty young@@.
Once again, Terry looks terrified. @@.t;They@@’@@.t;re all legal@@, he blurts. @@.t;I got that magazine from a licensed shop@@. @@.t;They wouldn@@’@@.t;t sell anything illegal@@.
@@.z;Do you like young girls@@, @@.z;Dad@@?
He starts to look flustered. Zoe recognises the look. It’s the one that usually precedes one of her father’s rare outbursts of anger. She’d better go easy.
@@.z;I mean@@, @@.z;I don@@’@@.z;t blame you@@. She lifts her chest ever so slightly. @@.z;All those perky little boobs@@. @@.z;They@@’@@.z;re very cute@@.
@@.t;Zoe@@! hisses Terry. @@.t;This is completely inappropriate@@. @@.t;I@@’@@.t;m not going to talk about this with you any more@@. @@.t;I@@’@@.t;m sorry you had to see me like that@@, @@.t;but please@@, @@.t;lets not talk about it again@@.
@@.z;I@@’@@.z;m just trying to say that I don@@’@@.z;t blame you for your desires@@. @@.z;Everyone has them@@.
Terry looks uncertain for a moment, but quickly sets his jaw with resolution. @@.t;That@@’@@.t;s very kind of you@@, @@.t;Zoe@@, @@.t;but I@@’@@.t;m going to carry on cutting the grass now@@. @@.t;This is the end of this@@, @@.t;OK@@?
@@.z;OK@@, @@.z;Dad@@. @@.z;I@@’@@.z;ll see you later@@.
@@.embold;Bravo@@. @@.embold;Very well played@@.
[[Continue.|Garden]]<<set $terrystat[0].sexexp += 1, $terrystat[1].stage to '1'>><<elseif ($terrystat[1].stage is '2') and ($helenstat[1].obj2talk1 is 'yes')>>@@.z;Dad@@, @@.z;can I ask you a question@@?
Terry puts down the packet of seeds and turns to face his daughter. @@.t;Sure thing@@, @@.t;baby girl@@. @@.t;Fire away@@. @@.t;You@@’@@.t;re talking to the human encyclopedia here@@.
@@.z;I was just wondering about something@@.
@@.t;I@@’@@.t;m all ears@@.
@@.z;Why don@@’@@.z;t you want to have sex with Mum any more@@?
@@.t;This again@@? Terry hisses. @@.t;I thought I said I did@@’@@.t;t want to talk about this with you@@?
Zoe pouts. @@.z;Don@@’@@.z;t get cross@@. @@.z;I just want to help@@.
Terry sighs and hangs his shoulders. @@.t;It@@’@@.t;s complicated@@.
@@.z;That@@’@@.z;s what Mum said@@?
His eyebrows shoot up. @@.t;You spoke to your mother about this@@?
@@.z;Of course@@. @@.z;Mum and I talk all the time@@.
@@.t;What did she say@@?
He’s on the hook now. Time to start reeling him in. @@.embold;I hope you know what you@@’@@.embold;re doing@@.
@@.z;You know@@, @@.z;it@@’@@.z;s hard for her@@. @@.z;And she knows about your magazines@@.
Terry nearly leaps out of his seat. @@.t;YOU TOLD HER ABOUT@@ - ?! he checks himself and lowers his voice. @@.t;You told her about the magazines@@?
@@.z;Relax@@, @@.z;Dad@@. @@.z;Of course I didn@@’@@.z;t@@. @@.z;She figured it out@@. @@.z;She wasn@@’@@.z;t born yesterday@@, @@.z;you know@@.
Terry looks anguished. There’s sweat beading his brow and he’s wringing his hands.
@@.z;Dad@@, @@.z;it@@’@@.z;s fine@@, @@.z;seriously@@.
@@.t;Fine@@? @@.t;In what way is this situation fine@@? @@.t;God@@, @@.t;if my mother finds out about this@@ ...
@@.z;Look@@, @@.z;I told Mum that she didn@@’@@.z;t need to worry about it@@. @@.z;It@@’@@.z;s not like you@@’@@.z;re cheating on her@@. @@.z;Besides@@, @@.z;she@@’@@.z;s a grown woman@@. @@.z;She can find her own way@@.
@@.t;Now you look@@, says Terry sternly. @@.t;I love Helen@@. @@.t;She@@’@@.t;s a beautiful woman@@. @@.t;I just@@ … @@.t;It@@’@@.t;s just that I@@ …
@@.z;You prefer them younger@@. Zoe looks down at her own flat chest and smirks. @@.z;Smaller@@. @@.z;I get it@@, @@.z;Dad@@.
@@.t;ZOE@@! @@.t;You can@@’@@.t;t talk to me like that@@. @@.t;I@@’@@.t;m your father@@!
@@.z;I@@’@@.z;m pretty much an adult now@@. @@.z;I can talk to you how I want@@.
@@.t;I don@@’@@.t;t know what@@’@@.t;s gotten into you the last few days@@, @@.t;but I don@@’@@.t;t like it@@. @@.t;It reminds me of your sister@@.
@@.embold;Hmm@@, @@.embold;I wonder what secrets lie beneath that statement@@.
Zoe decides to take a different tack. @@.z;I@@’@@.z;m sorry@@, @@.z;Daddy@@. @@.z;I just want to help you both@@. @@.z;I don@@’@@.z;t see why you can@@’@@.z;t both be happy doing what you like to do@@. @@.z;I don@@’@@.z;t care that you like those magazines@@. @@.z;It@@’@@.z;s cute@@. @@.z;And Mum@@? @@.z;She just needs to find something for herself@@.
Terry looks like he doesn’t know whether he’s coming or going.
@@.z;I@@’@@.z;ll talk to Mum again@@. @@.z;I@@’@@.z;m sure we can come up with something@@. She leans down and pecks him on the cheek. @@.z;I love you@@, @@.z;Dad@@.
She leaves him to his seeds.
[[Continue.|Greenhouse]]<<set $terrystat[1].stage to '3'>>
<<elseif $terrystat[1].stage is '2'>>@@.z;Zoe@@ watches her Terry in the greenhouse. He’s organising seeds into little planters, getting his next crop ready to go. There must be a way to get closer to him, get him to open up a little bit more. Maybe Zoe should try talking to her mother?
[[Continue.|Greenhouse]]<<elseif ($terrystat[1].stage is '3') and ($helenstat[1].stage is '6') and ($carl is 'met')>>@@.z;Hey Dad@@, @@.z;have you seen Mum anywhere@@?
Terry looks up from his seedlings, his hands soiled with compost. @@.t;I think she went out@@, he says.
@@.z;Do you have any idea where@@?
He shrugs. @@.t;No idea@@. @@.t;She doesn@@’@@.t;t tell me anything any more@@.
@@.z;All right@@, @@.z;Dad@@. @@.z;Thanks anyway@@.
@@.embold;He’s getting worse@@. @@.embold;You need to help him@@, @@.embold;Zoe@@!
[[Continue.|Greenhouse]]<<set $helenstat[1].stage to '7'>><<elseif ($terrystat[1].stage is '4')>>Zoe slides her phone out of her pocket and gazes through the photos she took of her mother and Uncle Carl. She looks up at her father, busy in his greenhouse and wonders whether what she’s about to do is really a good idea. She does need to draw him out of his sexual inertia, but is showing him evidence that his wife is cheating on him really the best way to go about it?
@@.embold;There@@’@@.embold;s no time to wait for a better option@@. @@.embold;Go to him@@, @@.embold;now@@!
@@.t;Hi, Zoe@@, says Terry. He looks glum. Zoe knows this is likely because of her pressing the issue of his porn-habit and his lack of intimacy with Helen. She also knows that what she’s about to do will rub a great deal of salt in those wounds.
@@.embold;And then you can nurse him back to health like a good daughter@@, @@.embold;can@@’@@.embold;t you@@.
@@.z;I need to talk to you@@, @@.z;Dad@@, says Zoe.
@@.t;Oh dear@@, he replies, doing his best to perk up. @@.t;This sounds ominous@@. @@.t;The sort of thing only a dad can fix@@.
@@.z;I mean it@@, @@.z;Dad@@. @@.z;This is actually really serious@@.
@@.t;OK@@, @@.t;you have my attention@@, @@.t;baby girl@@. @@.t;What is it@@?
@@.z;It@@’@@.z;s about Mum@@.
Terry winces. @@.t;Do I really want to hear this@@?
@@.z;I followed her last time she went out@@. @@.z;I know that sounds weird but I had to@@. @@.z;I needed to know what was going on@@.
The colour has drained from Terry’s face. He sits back down on the deck chair, as if his legs will no longer hold him up. He knows what’s coming. @@.t;Where did she go@@?
@@.z;She went to see Uncle Carl@@.
Terry deflates further, a sign that he knows this isn’t as innocent as it sounds. @@.t;Her brother@@, he mutters. @@.t;She hasn@@’@@.t;t spoken to him in years@@.
@@.z;I don@@’@@.z;t think they were getting much talking done@@, @@.z;Dad@@. @@.z;Here@@. She hands him her phone. @@.z;Look at this@@.
Terry reluctantly takes the handset and silently scrolls through the pictures. As he looks over the evidence of his wife’s incestuous infidelity, his expression is all but unreadable. When he’s finished, he leans forward and places Zoe’s phone carefully on the table where he’d been potting seedlings. He sits back and closes his eyes, breathing slowly but deeply.
@@.z;Dad@@? @@.z;Are you OK@@?
Silence.
@@.z;Dad@@?
@@.embold;Do you think we broke him@@?
@@.z;Dad@@, @@.z;please say something@@.
Terry lets out a long breath and turns to face his daughter. His face is ashen and his eyes are wet with tears. @@.t;I should have known this would happen@@, he says.
@@.z;What do you mean@@?
@@.t;Helen and her brother@@. @@.t;They have history@@. @@.t;This sort of thing@@, he gestures at the phone, @@.t;it@@’@@.t;s not new for them@@.
@@.embold;Oh@@, @@.embold;we know@@.
@@.z;You mean you knew about it@@?
@@.t;I mean when they were young@@. @@.t;Before we were married@@. He sighs. @@.t;She told me all about it when we were getting serious@@. @@.t;She said it was a mistake she regretted every day@@.
He looks devastated. Looking at her father, Zoe sees a man newly broken. @@.z;I@@’@@.z;m sorry@@, @@.z;Dad@@, she says, and part of her really is. But then another part of her is waking up to the opportunities this break might entail. She crouches down beside her father and puts her hand on his leg. @@.z;I really am@@. @@.z;But I had to show you@@. @@.z;I couldn@@’@@.z;t bear the thought of you not knowing@@.
Terry smiles bravely and pats his daughter’s hand. @@.t;I know@@, he says. @@.t;I always wondered whether this would happen@@. He laughs mirthlessly. @@.t;I just didn@@’@@.t;t know when@@.
@@.z;What will you do@@?
@@.t;I have absolutely no idea@@.
@@.z;Do you think you@@’@@.z;ll confront her@@?
Terry shakes his head vigorously. @@.t;Never@@, he says. @@.t;I wouldn@@’@@.t;t dare@@. @@.t;I suppose I@@’@@.t;ll just have to live with it@@. He looks over his plants in the greenhouse. @@.t;It@@’@@.t;s all my fault really@@. @@.t;I neglected her@@. @@.t;Who was I to think she would never turn to other men@@?
Zoe gulps. @@.z;Can I do anything to help@@?
@@.t;Not for the moment@@, he says. He looks at her imploringly. @@.t;Do you think you could leave me alone for a bit@@? @@.t;I need some time to think@@.
Zoe stands. @@.z;OK@@, @@.z;Dad@@. @@.z;But please tell me if you want to talk@@. @@.z;I@@’@@.z;ll do whatever I can to help@@. @@.z;You@@’@@.z;re my Daddy after all@@. She leans down and kisses him wetly on the cheek.
As Zoe leaves she can’t help but smirk, her guilt meaningless next to the thought of what she might do to comfort her poor father and his aching heart.
@@.embold;Very good@@, @@.embold;girl@@. @@.embold;Very good@@.
[[Continue.|Greenhouse]]<<set $terrystat[1].stage to '5', $shop1 to true, $shopmagazine to true>><<elseif $terrystat[1].stage is '3'>>Terry seems to be spending more and more time in the greenhouse, away from the rest of the family. What can Zoe do to draw him back?
[[Continue.|Greenhouse]]<<elseif $terrystat[1].stage is '5'>>Terry is still sitting in the greenhouse, only he’s not working any more, but staring off out through the glass roof, his expression blank.
@@.embold;OK@@. @@.embold;Time for the next stage@@. @@.embold;You need to cheer him up@@. @@.embold;You could get him a present@@. @@.embold;Something that will appeal to his particular tastes@@, @@.embold;and maybe refine them at the same time@@.
[[Continue.|Greenhouse]]<<elseif $terrystat[1].stage is '6'>>@@.z;Hi@@, @@.z;Daddy@@, says Zoe, hugging him from behind.
@@.t;Hey@@! says Terry.
@@.z;I just wanted to come and tell you that I love you@@.
@@.t;Aw@@, @@.t;I love you too@@, @@.t;baby girl@@.
@@.z;Remember@@, @@.z;you can always come and find me if you need anything@@. @@.z;And I mean that@@, @@.z;anything@@!
@@.t;Sure thing, Zoe@@.<<if $terryporno is 'given'>>
Zoe lets go of her father and leaves him to his pruning, silently wishing him a pleasant time with his new magazine.<</if>>
[[Continue|Garden]].<<elseif $terrystat[1].stage is '7'>>Terry looks up as Zoe approaches.
@@.embold;Did you feel his eyes on you then@@? @@.embold;He@@’@@.embold;s not looked at you like that before@@, @@.embold;not even when you were sunbathing@@.
Zoe shudders in delight at the thought that, thanks to her gift to him, her father might be looking at her like he looks at those models. Although she knows it’s so, so wrong, she finds herself delighted at the thought of becoming Terry’s slutty little girl.
@@.z;Hey@@, @@.z;Daddy@@, she says, with a coy smile. @@.z;Did you like the present@@?
@@.t;Errr@@, he looks around and scratches his head. @@.t;What are you talking about@@, @@.t;baby@@? he says. @@.t;Present@@?
@@.z;You know@@, she says, playing with a loose lock of her hair. @@.t;I left you a little something in the greenhouse@@. @@.z;I was wondering whether you@@’@@.z;d had a chance to look at it@@.
Terry laughs nervously. @@.t;Oh really@@? @@.t;I must have missed it@@.
@@.z;Sure@@. @@.z;You must have missed it@@. She gives him an exaggerated wink. @@.z;Let me know when you’ve found it@@. @@.z;I@@’@@.z;ll be waiting@@.
[[Continue|Garden]].<<set $terrystat[1].stage to '8'>><<elseif $terrystat[1].stage is '8'>>Zoe decides to let her dad carry on with his gardening. She’ll get what she wants sooner or later.
[[Continue|Garden]].<<elseif $terrystat[1].stage is '9'>>@@.z;Enjoying your magazine@@, @@.z;Daddy@@? says Zoe, leaning into the greenhouse.
Terry looks up, startled. He holds up the magazine, showing that he was actually reading <i>Gardener’s World</i>.
@@.embold;Keep up the offensive@@, @@.embold;girl@@. @@.embold;He@@’@@.embold;ll break soon@@.
[[Continue|Garden]].<<elseif $terrystat[1].stage is '11'>>Zoe watches her father trimming the hedge, wondering if he remembers what they did last night? He wasn’t that drunk, surely?
@@.embold;He@@’@@.embold;s ready for more@@, @@.embold;don@@’@@.embold;t you think@@? @@.embold;After last night@@’@@.embold;s performance he won@@’@@.embold;t be able to go without for long@@.
Zoe nods, wondering how she might take her relationship with Terry to the next level. She wants to be closer to him, to show him just how much she loves him.
[[Continue|Garden]].<</if>><</if>><</if>>
<<if $phase[0].obj is '1'>>@@.embold; The brainworm fused to Zoe@@’@@.embold;s brainstem is satisfied with the work it has done@@. @@.embold;It@@’@@.embold;s host has exhibited a steep decline in sexual inhibitions, and a markedly increased tendency towards sexualised behaviour@@. @@.embold;She is clearly beginning to display symptoms of a boosted baseline state of arousal@@, @@.embold;symptoms stimulated by the her proximity to members of her immediate family grouping@@. @@.embold;This is very good news@@; @@.embold;the genetic similarity of these others to the host will facilitate swift and easy breeding@@. <<if $webbest is true>>@@.embold;The host has even shown signs of a potential urge towards breeding with other species@@. @@.embold;An interesting experiment that should turn out to be@@. <</if>>@@.embold;She should function very well as broodmother to this new colony@@.
@@.embold;First@@, @@.embold;however@@, @@.embold;she deserves a little reward@@.
Zoe gets on the bed and, after arranging the cushions and wriggling out of her clothes, lies back and closes her eyes. She breathes slowly, running her hands over her body, circling her nipples until they are hard and pointing. Kneading the flesh with one hand, she plucks and tweaks with the other, rolling the erect nubs between her fingers.
The brainworm slowly floods her body with a mixture of hormones, some human, others strange alien chemicals produced in its own body. Zoe arches her back in response, her breath ragged and heavy. Her pussy gets wetter and wetter, soaking her panties and the bedsheet under her bottom. The calls up the recently acquired suite of memories, one by one bringing them to Zoe’s attention.Helen and her big motherly breasts, bulbous teats aching to be suckled. Terry masturbating in the greenhouse and the idea that Zoe might one day be able to help her father find greater pleasures, the pleasures only a daughter can give. Ben’s big cock, the thought of sucking him off until he fills her mouth with delicious cum. Even Joan, those photos that suggest a side to the old woman nobody else could guess at. <<if $webbest is true>>The brings back memories of the things she saw online, young girls enjoying themselves with animals, reminding her of the dog downstairs.<</if>>
Zoe, here mind spinning with such thoughts, sends one hand snaking down towards her snatch. She feels her wetness, running her index finger between her soft folds while rubbing her clit with her thumb. Twitching with each sweep, she tosses her head from side to side as her fingers pick up speed. Her young flesh is so sensitive that Zoe is soon writhing uncontrollably. She flips over onto her belly and starts to hump her hand, her big bubble-butt jiggling as she grinds her pussy down into her fingers. Face down, her cries muffled by a plush pillow, she gets closer and closer to climax. The chooses this moment to overload her mind with lust-inducing chemicals. The girl starts to shake and her eyes roll back into her head. Her legs quiver as her pleasure grows in intensity and her fingers squelch wildly against her sopping pussy. An orgasm erupts and her legs shoot out, stiff as a board. She yelps and moans, biting into her pillow, unable to stand it any longer. But the orgasm keeps on rolling through her body. Pins and needles start to prickle up and down her arms and soon all she is aware of is the blaze of heat emanating from her gushing cunt. No longer able to hold a single thought in her mind, Zoe drifts out of consciousness, her ravaged mind giving out even as her limbs continue to twitch and shudder.
[[Continue]].<<else>><<if $zoesex[0].energylevel gt 0>>Zoe settles down on her bed ready for a session of self-administered pleasure. What should she do?
[[Finger her pussy|handvagmasturbation]].<<if $zoesex[0].mast gte 3>>
[[Experiment anally|handanusmasturbation]].<</if>><<if $inv.contains ('A big purple dildo')>>
[[Use Molly's dildo|dildomasturbation]].<</if>><<if $inv.contains ("A blue buttplug") and ("A tube of lubricant")>>
[[Use Molly's buttplug.|puttplugmasturbation]]<</if>><<if $wombworm is true>>
[[Play with a broodling|singlebroodlingfuck]].<</if>><<if ($phase[0].phase is '2') and ($throat[0].clitstatus is 'inactive')>>
[[Taste some wombslime|eatgoo]].<<elseif ($throat[0].clitstatus is 'active') and ($inv.contains ('A big purple dildo'))>>
[[Swallow the dildo|dildothroatfuck]].<</if>><<elseif $zoesex[0].energylevel eq 0>>Zoe has no energy left to engage in sexual activities.<</if>>
<<if $phase[0].phase is '2'>>[[Back|zoeroom2]].<<else>>[[Back|zoeroom]].<</if>><</if>>
<<set $webincest to true>>
<<set $gamestart to true>>
<<set $zoe[0].cor += 10>>
<<set $gamestart to true>>
<<set $zoesex[0].mast +=4, $zoesex[0].org +=10, $phase[0].obj to '2', $objectivechange to true, $zoeenergy to true>>
<<set $phase[0].daycount += 1>><<set $zoesex[0].energylevel += 5>><<if $zoesex[0].energymax eq 1>><<set $zoesex[0].energylevel to 1>><</if>>
[[zoeroom]]
<<set $helendiary to true>>
<<set $inv.push ('A tiny little key')>>
<<set $rocketstat[1].stage to '2'>>
<<set $rocketsexmenu to true>>
<<set $inv.push ('A jar of peanut butter')>>
<<set $inv.push ('A big purple dildo')>>
<<set $inv.push ('A stylish cocktail dress')>>
<<set $shop to true>>
<<set $shoplingerie to true>>
<<set $carlletter to true>>
<<set $joanphoto1 to 'done'>>
<<set $helenstat[1].diaryadd to 3>>
<<set $helenstat[1].obj2talk1 to 'yes'>>
<<set $carl to 'met'>>
<<set $helen2complete to true, $ben2complete to true, $terry2complete to true, $joan2complete to true>><font size="5"><u>Grandma's Bedroom</u></font>
<<if $phase[0].phase is '1'>>Joan’s bedroom is just as surprisingly palatial as the rest of her caravan. The room is positively dominated by a low-slung and liberally cushioned bed, the sort you might imagine to have been found in an Ottoman sultan’s harem. Like in the main space, the walls here are covered with ornately patterned tapestries. A window looks out into the garden. It is currently masked by thin red curtains that fill the bedroom with a sumptuous glow.<<if $phase[0].obj is '1'>>
[[Search Grandma's bedroom.|caravanbedsearch]]<<elseif $phase[0].obj is '2'>><<if $joanstat[1].stage is 'base'>>
@@.j;Joan@@ is in her room. [[Interact|joaninteract]] with her?<<elseif $joanstat[1].stage is '1'>>
@@.j;Joan@@ is in her room. [[Interact|joaninteract]] with her?<<elseif ($joanstat[1].stage is '6') or ($joanstat[1].stage is '7')>>
@@.j;Joan@@ is in her room. [[Interact|joaninteract]] with her?<<elseif $joanstat[1].stage is '8'>>
@@.j;Joan@@ is sitting at her dressing table. [[Interact|joanphotoshoot2]] with her?<</if>><</if>><</if>>
[[Back.|Caravan]]<<if $phase[0].phase is '1'>><<if $phase[0].obj is '1'>>Zoe opens a wardrobe. Inside hang many beautiful dresses and gowns, some, by the looks of things, very old. She runs her hand over the fine materials, thinking that you don’t see clothes like this anymore. So pretty. Such a shame that they don’t get worn. But still, she imagines they’ve seen some sights. Terry says that his mother was quite the socialite in her prime. Balls, premieres, exclusive parties, the works.<<if not $inv.contains ('A pair of big granny knickers')>>
Zoe opens a small drawer next to the wardrobe and looks inside, finding it to be full of knickers. She pulls a pair out to inspect. Holding them up in front of her she sees that they’re big. The sort you’d probably describe as Granny pants. Well, that’s literally true, isn’t it?
@@.embold;They look comfortable@@, @@.embold;don@@’@@.embold;t they@@?
Zoe holds them against her hips and looks at herself in the mirror of the wardrobe door. They’d probably fit her, and they do look <i>awfully</i> comfy. But isn’t that a bit weird, stealing her grandmother’s knickers.
@@.embold;What about borrowing@@?
Zoe shrugs. Not much less weird, but hell, something in her really wants these panties.
She pockets them before she can change her mind.<<set $zoe[0].cor += 1, $joanstat[0].sexexp += 1, $joanstat[0].last to "Zoe, for some reason, stole a pair of her grandmother's big knickers.", $famupdate to true, $joanupdate to true, $inv.push ('A pair of big granny knickers')>><</if>>
[[Back.|caravanbedroom]]<</if>><</if>>
<<if $phase[0].phase is '1'>><<if $phase[0].obj is '1'>><<if $joanstat[0].chat is '1'>>@@.z;Hi@@, @@.z;Granny@@, says Zoe as she steps up into the caravan.
@@.j;Darling@@! says Joan, spreading her arms wide for a cuddle.
Zoe obliges, settling happily into Joan’s embrace. She inhales deeply. @@.z;Mmmm@@, she says. @@.z;You smell so good@@.
@@.j;Oh@@, @@.j;just a little scent my good friend Janis developed back in@@ ‘@@.j;54@@. @@.j;Have I ever told you about Janis@@?
Of course Zoe has heard the story before, many times in fact, but she doesn’t mind hearing it again.
@@.j;He was a perfumier@@, @@.j;the best in London@@. @@.j;Hand made in his own workshop@@, @@.j;not some factory@@. @@.j;He used to send me his samples to test out@@.
@@.z;Well@@, @@.z;it@@’@@.z;s lovely@@.
@@.j;Yes@@, breathes Joan, wistfully staring off into the past. @@.j;He was@@. She shakes her head. @@.j;Well@@, @@.j;I@@’@@.j;m just about to head out to meet some of the ladies for a spot of lunch@@.
@@.z;That sounds nice@@.
Joan frowns. @@.j;You shouldn@@’@@.j;t waste your youth@@, @@.j;my dear@@. @@.j;Believe you me@@, @@.j;there@@'@@.j;ll be time enough for introspection later@@. @@.j;Get out into the world@@. @@.j;Sing@@! @@.j;Dance@@! She wiggles her eyebrows saucily. @@.j;Love@@!
@@.z;Hey@@! @@.z;I@@’@@.z;m on holiday@@! Her defensiveness is instinctive; Zoe is well aware that even her university life is far from the dazzle of parties and pleasure that had characterised her grandmother’s youth.
@@.j;Of course@@, smiles Joan. @@.j;Rest and recuperation@@. @@.j;Very sensible@@. @@.j;Well@@, @@.j;I must be off@@! She leans in and gives Zoe a big kiss on the cheek. @@.j;Ta@@-@@.j;ta@@! With that, Joan bustles out of the caravan and is gone.<<set $joanstat[0].chat to '2'>>
[[Back.|Caravan]]
<</if>><<elseif $phase[0].obj is '2'>><<if $joanstat[1].stage is 'base'>>Joan is sitting on her bed, holding one of her dresses in her hands. She’s looking glum, down in the mouth.
@@.z;What@@’@@.z;s up@@, @@.z;Grandma@@? says Zoe, sitting down next to her on the bed.
@@.j;Oh@@, @@.j;it@@’@@.j;s nothing@@.
@@.z;It doesn@@’@@.z;t seem like nothing@@. @@.z;Come on@@, @@.z;you can tell me@@.
@@.j;It@@’@@.j;s these damn clothes@@. She holds up the dress in her hands and gives it a shake. @@.j;I can@@’@@.j;t wear them any more@@.
@@.z;Why not@@? @@.z;Weren@@’@@.z;t you just wearing that one yesterday@@?
@@.j;Yes@@, @@.j;but I looked hideous@@. She tosses the dress onto the floor.
@@.z;No you didn@@’@@.z;t@@. @@.z;You looked gorgeous@@. @@.z;You always look gorgeous@@.
Joan smiles wryly. @@.j;That@@’@@.j;s sweet of you to say@@, @@.j;but nobody but you has said that to me in years@@. @@.j;God@@, @@.j;people used to say it to me so much I was sick of it@@. @@.j;Now@@? @@.j;I@@’@@.j;d do anything@@.
@@.embold;Anything@@? @@.embold;There might be an opportunity here@@.
@@.z;Come on@@, @@.z;Grandma@@. @@.z;This isn@@’@@.z;t like you at all@@.
Joan puts her hand on Zoe’s knee. @@.j;Let me give you some advice@@, @@.j;OK@@, @@.j;sweetheart@@? @@.j;Don@@’@@.j;t ever get old@@.
Zoe gets up, thanking her for the advice. She makes to leave, but before that, picks up the dress. @@.z;Here@@, @@.z;let me hang this back up for you@@. She takes the dress back to the wardrobe but before she puts it away, she surreptitiously makes a note of the size. @@.z;There we go@@, she says.
[[Continue.|caravanbedroom]]<<set $joanstat[1].stage to '1', $shopdress to true, $shop to true>><<elseif $joanstat[1].stage is '1'>>@@.z;<i>What could I do to cheer her up</i>@@, thinks @@.z;Zoe@@. @@.z;<i>Something that will make her beautiful again</i>@@.
But what might that be?
[[Continue.|caravanbedroom]]<<elseif $joanstat[1].stage is '2'>>@@.z;Hi Grandma@@, says Zoe as she climbs up into the caravan. @@.z;What@@’@@.z;s cookin@@’?
@@.j;Oh@@, @@.j;not a lot@@. @@.j;I was just thinking I should sort through my wardrobe@@, @@.j;get rid of a few of those old rags@@.
@@.z;Woah@@! @@.z;Wait a minute@@. @@.z;You can@@’@@.z;t do that@@.
@@.j;Whyever not@@?
@@.z;Well@@, says Zoe. She’s holding the cocktail dress behind her, the garment safely tucked away in its packaging. @@.z;I got you a present@@.
Joan’s expression changes, her frown gone in an instant. @@.j;A present@@?
@@.z;Yeah@@. @@.z;Just a little something to cheer you up and help you realise you@@’@@.z;ve still got it@@.
Joan flashes one of her shining smiles. @@.j;You naughty little thing@@, she says. @@.j;Do you have it with you now@@?
Zoe narrows her eyes. @@.z;I might do@@.
@@.j;Can I see it@@?
@@.z;Patience@@, @@.z;Grandma@@! @@.z;First@@, @@.z;close your eyes and put your hands out@@.
Joan compiles but it’s obvious she’s struggling to keep still.
@@.z;No peeking@@! says Zoe as she quickly unwraps the cocktail dress. She takes a look at her Grandmother’s body, at her bosom swelling underneath her blouse. Carefully, she lays the dress in Joan’s outstretched arms.
@@.j;Oh@@, says the old woman, smiling. @@.j;It feels wonderful@@.
@@.z;You can open your eyes now@@.
Joan doesn’t need to be told again. Her eyelids flicker open and she gazes down at the dress laying in her arms. @@.j;Zoe@@! she says as she holds the dress up and out, allowing the flowing material to fall to the floor, shimmering and beautiful. @@.j;It@@’@@.j;s@@ … @@.j;it@@’@@.j;s@@ …
@@.z;It@@’@@.z;s yours@@, @@.z;Grandma@@.
@@.j;But I can@@’@@.j;t take this@@! she cries. @@.j;It must have cost you a fortune@@!
Zoe shrugs. @@.z;It@@’@@.z;s impolite to ask about the cost of a gift@@. @@.z;At least that@@’@@.z;s what you always used to tell me@@.
Joan brings the dress up to her nose to inhale to the scent of fresh, unworn satin. When she lowers it again, there’s a mischievous glint in her eyes. @@.j;Shall I go and try it on@@!
@@.z;Yes@@! @@.z;What are you waiting for@@?
Joan gets up to go to her room but stops and wraps her arms around her granddaughter. @@.j;Thank you@@, she says breathlessly.
@@.z;Quick@@, says Zoe. @@.z;I want to see it@@.
Joan turns to go and Zoe, without thinking, reaches out to give her bottom a slap. She cringes, but it seems her grandmother is so excited about the frock that she doesn’t notice Zoe’s improper behaviour.
@@.embold;This should be good@@.
[[Wait for Joan.|photoshoot1]]<<elseif $joanstat[1].stage is '3'>>Joan still hasn’t taken off her new dress. There’s a new spring in her step, in the way she holds her body, as if aware that others might be watching her. Still, she pauses every now and again to groan and rub her lower back.
@@.embold;You should buy her something else@@. @@.embold;Some lingerie@@, @@.embold;maybe@@?
[[Continue.|Caravan]]<<elseif $joanstat[1].stage is '4'>>@@.z;Hey@@, @@.z;Grandma@@, says Zoe excitedly. @@.z;I@@’@@.z;ve got another present for you@@!
@@.j;Another@@? Joan says, beaming. @@.j;You really are very naughty@@. @@.j;What is it this time@@?
@@.z;Just a little something I found online@@.
Joan’s eyes light up. @@.j;Can I have it now@@?
@@.z;Of course you can@@. Zoe hands the gift bag to her grandmother, who eyes it greedily.
@@.j;Oooh@@, @@.j;what could it be@@? Joan takes the parcel, exquisitely wrapped in red tissue paper, out of the bag. Sitting down on her sofa, she unwraps it, tearing the paper in her impatience. @@.j;Oh@@, she says. @@.j;This is@@ …
@@.z;What@@’@@.z;s the matter@@? @@.z;Don@@’@@.z;t you like them@@?
She lifts out the thong, inspecting it closely. @@.j;They@@’@@.j;re@@ … @@.j;a bit@@. @@.j;Well@@, @@.j;they@@’@@.j;re very nice@@. She holds out the bodice, taking in the wired cups. @@.j;But what am I supposed to do with them@@?
@@.z;I thought we could use them for our next shoot@@?
Joan gapes, too incredulous to laugh. @@.j;I don@@’@@.j;t remember saying anything about another shoot@@.
Zoe snatches the body and holds it over her grandmother’s torso, her head cocked. @@.z;We had so much fun though@@.
Joan smiles awkwardly. @@.j;Yes@@, @@.j;but don@@’@@.j;t you think this is a little@@ … @@.j;different@@?
@@.z;Not really@@, says Zoe petulantly.
@@.j;Look@@, @@.j;Zoe@@, @@.j;I appreciate what you@@’@@.j;re doing here@@. @@.j;But I@@’@@.j;m not sure it@@’@@.j;s quite appropriate@@.
Zoe stands up. @@.z;I@@’@@.z;m going to leave them with you@@, she says. @@.z;Will you think about it@@?
Joan sighs and shakes her head. @@.j;I suppose so@@.
@@.z;Good@@. Zoe leans down and kisses her grandmother on the cheek.
As Zoe turns to close the door of the caravan, she pauses momentarily and glances at Joan. She is holding the bodice against her chest, her lips pursed, her expression considering. Zoe smiles secretly and closes the door.
[[Continue.|Caravan]]<<set $joanstat[1].stage to '5'>><<elseif $joanstat[1].stage is '5'>>@@.z;Have you thought about it any more@@?
@@.j;A little bit@@, says Joan.
@@.z;And@@?
She looks uncertain. @@.j;I@@’@@.j;m not sure@@. @@.j;I still don@@’@@.j;t think it@@’@@.j;s appropriate@@.
Zoe sighs. @@.z;Suit yourself@@, @@.z;Grandma@@. @@.z;But you may as well keep them@@. @@.z;The website said they were non@@-@@.z;refundable@@.
@@.j;Oh@@, says Joan guiltily.
@@.embold;There must be some way we can appeal to her vanity@@.
[[Continue.|Caravan]]<<elseif ($joanstat[1].stage is '6') or ($joanstat[1].stage is '7')>>Zoe finds Joan in her bedroom. She’s admiring the purple dress hanging from the open door of her wardrobe.
@@.z;Do you ever miss it@@?
@@.j;Miss what@@, @@.j;darling@@?
@@.z;The attention@@. @@.z;The glamour@@. @@.z;Having all those people watching you and admiring every move you make@@.
@@.j;Well@@, @@.j;it was all a very long time ago@@, @@.j;and I remember sometimes wishing fervently to be left alone@@. @@.j;Being watched all the time is tiring@@.
@@.z;But it must have been exciting too@@.
@@.j;Oh yes@@. @@.j;It was definitely that@@. @@.j;But it could be cruel too@@. @@.j;The public is fickle with its affections and bold with its displeasure@@.
@@.embold;Wait a little bit longer and we should be able to remind her that there are still a lot of people out there who’d very much like to watch her@@.
[[Continue|caravanbedroom]]<</if>><</if>><</if>>
<<if $phase[0].phase is '1'>><<if $phase[0].obj is '1'>><<if $webbest is false>>Rocket looks up as Zoe approaches, her eyes following her across the room. When she gets close enough to touch him, he stands up in his basket and growls.
@@.z;<i>God</i>@@, @@.z;<i>what</i>@@’@@.z;<i>s gotten into him</i>@@?
A little bit scared, Zoe backs off.
The @@.embold;brainworm@@ guesses that this small quadruped knows something is different about the host.
@@.embold;Don@@’@@.embold;t worry@@. @@.embold;You@@’@@.embold;ll find a way to win him over@@.
[[Back|Livingroom]]<<else>>Rocket still growls when Zoe approaches, but she’s no longer so afraid. Still keeping her distance, she tries to get a look between his legs.
@@.embold;Good job Mum decided to leave his balls intact@@, @@.embold;hey@@?
Zoe’s seen his cock before. He used to get excited all the time when he was younger, especially when visitors were about. He’d charge about the place, humping at things, his little pink pecker waggling stiffly between his legs. She used to think it was gross. It still kind of is, but also … something else. She imagines herself sucking on it, the way the dark haired girl did to that rottweiler in the video. Of course, such a thing is impossible, ever since poor Rocket was spayed.
@@.embold;Give it time@@. @@.embold;We@@’@@.embold;ll get him on your side yet@@.
[[Back.|Livingroom]]<</if>><<elseif $phase[0].obj is '2'>><<if $rocketstat[1].stage is 'base'>>Zoe looks at Rocket asleep in his basket. Cute little Rocket Man. She crouches in front of him and scratches between his ears. He wakes up and, seeing her, growls.
Zoe backs away, losing her balance and falling onto her bottom. @@.z;Christ@@! she says. @@.z;What@@’@@.z;s with you@@!
@@.embold;The worm has by now guessed that this little animal@@, @@.embold;this Rocket@@, @@.embold;knows that Zoe has changed@@. @@.embold;Perhaps it can smell Zoe@@’@@.embold;s new chemical scent@@? @@.embold;That scent is designed to make her recognisable to other host forms@@, @@.embold;a way of ensuring the different colonies don@@’@@.embold;t interfere with each other@@’@@.embold;s growth@@. @@.embold;Unfortunate that this animal can also detect it@@. @@.embold;All the more vital for Zoe to bring it into the fold@@. @@.embold;Besides@@, @@.embold;the introduction of some non@@-@@.embold;human terrestrial forms into the breeding pool couldn@@’@@.embold;t be anything but beneficial@@.
Rocket doesn’t move from his bed, not taking his eyes from Zoe, watching her every move.
@@.embold;You need to retrain him@@.
@@.z;<i>How am I supposed to do that</i>@@? @@.z;<i>I don</i>@@’@@.z;<i>t know anything about training dogs</i>@@. @@.z;<i>That was Molly</i>@@’@@.z;<i>s thing</i>@@.
@@.embold;Win him over with a tasty treat@@?
[[Continue.|Livingroom]]<<set $rocketstat[1].stage to '1'>><<elseif ($rocketstat[1].stage is '1') and ($inv.contains ('A jar of peanut butter'))>>Rocket’s reaction to Zoe hasn’t changed; the closer she gets to his basket, the more nervous he gets, his head low and his ears flat. He watches her closely as she brings out the jar of peanut butter.
@@.z;Yes@@! croons Zoe. @@.z;You know what this is@@, @@.z;don@@’@@.z;t you boy@@?
She unscrews the lid slowly.
@@.embold;Be CAREFUL@@.
Zoe sinks her fingers into the sticky butter inside the jar, scoping out a big healthy dollop. Rocket’s nose twitches. She takes a little lick herself. @@.z;Yummy@@! she says. @@.z;Do you want some@@? @@.z;I bet you do@@.
Slowly, she brings her peanut butter coated hand towards the dog. He doesn’t go for it, but he doesn’t back off either. Battling his desire for the treat and his fear of Zoe, Rocket licks his chops.
@@.z;Come on@@, @@.z;boy@@. @@.z;It@@’@@.z;s good@@.
With her fingers right near Rocket’s mouth, anything could happen. She’s not scared though, the brainworm has made sure of that.
@@.z;There you go@@, says Zoe as Rocket’s tongue flicks out across her laden fingers, eating up the peanut butter. @@.z;Is that tasty@@? @@.z;I bet that@@’@@.z;s tasty@@.<<if $helenstat[1].stage is '1'>>
@@.h;What are you doing over there@@, @@.h;Zoe@@?
@@.z;Nothing@@, @@.z;Mum@@. @@.z;Just playing with Rocket@@.
@@.h;You better not be giving him any treats@@. @@.h;Remember what the vet said about his weight@@!
@@.z;I know@@, @@.z;I know@@!<</if>>
Zoe scoops out more and lets Rocket gobble it off her hands.
@@.embold;Fascinating@@.
Zoe, with her other hand, goes to stroke Rocket but he shies away from her touch.
@@.embold;Maybe we should try and give him some more@@?
[[Continue.|Livingroom]]<<set $rocketstat[1].stage to '2', $rocketsexmenu to true>><<elseif $rocketstat[1].stage is '1'>>Zoe needs to remind Rocket that she's a friend. A tasty treat might do the trick.
[[Continue.|Livingroom]]<</if>><</if>><</if>>Finally the orgasm subsides. Zoe is out cold, but is soon breathing calmly.
@@.embold;The brainworm surveys the mental landscape it has just conquered@@. @@.embold;Perhaps it pushed her a little too hard@@. @@.embold;A few billion neurons are well and truly fried@@, @@.embold;but it@@’@@.embold;s nothing that can@@’@@.embold;t be repaired@@, @@.embold;replaced@@.
@@.embold;But now that the host is well and truly under its thrall@@, @@.embold;the next stage of the infestation can commence@@. @@.embold;Firstly@@, @@.embold;it must use her to corrupt her family@@, @@.embold;rendering them compliant to future breeding@@. @@.embold;Secondly@@, @@.embold;it must continue to prepare the host for its role as broodmother@@, @@.embold;only this time physically@@, @@.embold;getting her pliant body is ready to breed in earnest@@.
[[Let her sleep in peace.|daypassage]]<<set $zoesex[0].mast +=1, $zoesex[0].org +=1, $phase[0].obj to '2', $objectivechange to true, $zoeenergy to true>>
Once again, that's it for this update. I hope you've all enjoyed corrupting Zoe and her family. Now there's a wombbug inside her, the infestation can really begin in earnest.
Please do let me know what you think of the story and feel free to offer feedback and suggestions. I am, after all, making this thing for you enjoyment and pleasure!
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Many thanks to [[therampantdalek|https://www.deviantart.com/therampantdalek]], without whose support and advice you wouldn't be playing this thing. Do check out his story, <i>Powder Blue</i>, an intriguing and sexy tale of dark secrets, twisted science and inflation.
Thanks also to my playtesters for the help in bug stomping and ironing out the imperfections, but not the kinks.
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$daytime<</if>>
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<<if $zoeenergy is true>>@@.embold;Sexual energy@@: $zoesex[0].energylevel/$zoesex[0].energymax
<</if>><<if $birth is true>>
@@.embold;Biomass reserve@@: $broodling[1].pop<</if>>
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<</if>><</if>>Zoe spends some much deserved time with herself, fingering her pussy until she cums.
For full scene click <<click "here">>\<<replace "#output">>: Zoe is feeling hot. With all the new chemicals flowing through her body, she’s in a nearly constant state of low-key arousal. It takes just the slightest little thing to push her over the edge: the brush of a hand, the scent of baking bread, certain qualities of light and warmth, innocent thoughts of her family.
She lies back on her bed, sticking her legs up in the air so she can pull down her leggings and panties. Her cunt is ready for her finger, slick with her sloppy juices. Drawn as if by a powerful magnet, her fingers find her clitoris. One tweak and a buzz of pleasure crackles through her body. She sweeps her fingers around in a circular motion. She squeaks and groans in desire as she clamps her other hand into the meat of her thigh.
Zoe brings the hand not messing with her bud up to her mouth and sucks her fingers, dribbling drool down her chin. Positioning herself comfortably, one leg high and the other stretched out before her, she seeks out her wet little hole and sticks her index finger in up to the knuckle. In and out she pumps, while jilling her tender little clit faster and faster.
@@.z;Mmmmm@@, she breathes as she slides a second finger in next to the first, stretching her virginal cunt even wider. She’s so wet that she spatters her thighs with each thrust, the movements accompanied by an assortment of splats and squelches.
She’s getting close to orgasm now, the muscles in her stomach tightening in anticipation. @@.z;Please@@. @@.z;Yes@@. @@.z;Ohhhh@@. Pushing herself beyond her limits, Zoe forces a third and then a fourth finger inside herself. Assisted by the brainworm, which muffles the pain she should be feeling, Zoe stretches her pussy wider than it’s ever been stretched.
Her muscles aching, Zoe curls her fingertips forward, pressing them against the inner wall of her vagina, that sweet oft-neglected spot, simultaneously squeezing the battered tip of her clit. @@.z;Oh YESSSSS@@!
The orgasm descends upon her like a force of nature, inexorable. She keens in pleasure and her muscles cramp. She rubs her clit faster and faster, willing the crest higher and higher. To her added delight and surprise, Zoe’s pussy starts to squirt. The little shots arc across the room in neat intervals, landing on the surface of her desk and splattering up the wall behind.
Shuddering with the post-orgasmic glow, Zoe sucks her fingers one by one, gobbling up her gush. <</replace>>\<</click>><span id="output"></span><<set $zoesex[0].energylevel -= 1, $zoesex[0].mast += 1, $zoesex[0].org += 1>>
[[Continue.|masturbatemenu]]<<if $daytime is 'Morning'>><<set $daytime to 'Afternoon'>><<elseif $daytime is 'Afternoon'>><<set $daytime to 'Evening'>><<elseif $daytime is 'Evening'>><<set $daytime to 'Night'>><</if>>Sure enough, it really is a beautiful day. The sky is blue and cloudless and the sun beams its nourishing rays down into the garden.
@@.embold;How about a little bit of vitamin D@@? @@.embold;An opportunity to show Dad that you would fit in his magazine right alongside those other sluts@@. @@.embold;Or just a chance to relax@@.
Zoe hurries up to her room to get changed. If anyone had suggested sunbathing to her a few days ago she would have laughed in their faces. @@.z;<i>You know sunlight gives you cancer</i>@@, @@.z;<i>right</i>@@? @@.z;<i>You</i>@@’@@.z;<i>re basically lying out under the glare of a nuclear fireball</i>@@. She’d say something like, @@.z;<i>Only idiots bathe in the sun</i>@@. But of course Zoe isn’t the same girl she was a few days ago. She’s changed and has different priorities to show for it.
In her room she takes her swimming outfit out of her suitcase. It’s nothing special, fairly demure, but at least it’s not a one-piece. She changes into the costume and quickly checks herself out in the mirror, hoping her father pays attention. She might not be packing much in the bust department but she has a nice big ass. She hoiks up the bottom half of the costume and gives a little wiggle; perfect!
She wraps a towel around her body, grabs a pair of sunglasses, and heads downstairs. Out in the garden she drags a reclining chair off the patio and out onto the lawn, positioning it so it not only catches the most sun but gives Terry, who is still mowing the lawn, a clear view. She drops the towel and stretches theatrically, groaning in pleasure.
Terry looks up, smiles and gives a little wave. Did his eyes linger for a few seconds longer than normal? Zoe feels a flush of pleasure at the thought of her father’s eyes sweeping over her body. She lies down on the recliner and watches him as he marches back and forth across the garden.
She needs to make him look more, but how? She spends some time readjusting the straps of the top half of her bikini and with each pass he makes, Zoe, peering over the top of her shades, notices him looking her way. One time, she smiles and, without breaking eye contact, very slightly opens her legs. Terry looks alarmed and she’s convinced she sees him gulp heavily. This goes on for some time, Terry’s trips across the lawn meaning he’s inching closer and closer to her.
@@.embold;Give him a look at something else@@, @@.embold;maybe@@?
Zoe levers the recliner to its most horizontal position and lies back down, this time on her belly. She pulls at her bikini bottoms, wedging the material right up between her bottom cheeks. It’s a bit uncomfortable but it’ll certainly give her dad something to look at. Now that he doesn’t have to worry about her catching him, he can look as much as he wants. Zoe shifts occasionally, sometimes raising her hips so her big round bottom sticks out even more. She imagines her father’s pulse increasing with each stolen glance and hers rises in sympathy.
@@.z;<i>This is so naughty</i>@@, she thinks to herself.
@@.embold;But you want him to want you@@, @@.embold;don@@’@@.embold;t you@@?
@@.z;<i>I guess</i>@@. She hasn’t really thought about why she’s doing it, why she’s behaving like such a tease.
@@.embold;You want to help him@@. @@.embold;You want to show him that he can still find desire outside the pages of a magazine@@.
@@.z;<i>That</i>@@’@@.z;<i>s right</i>@@. @@.z;<i>I want to help Dad remember what desire feels like</i>@@.
@@.t;Zoe@@!
Startled, Zoe looks up. Terry is standing over her. @@.z;What is it@@, @@.z;Dad@@?
He starts asking her if she can move, explaining that he needs to get the grass under her chair, but she can’t help but stare at his crotch, no more than the length of an outstretched arm away from her. @@.z;<i>I wonder if he has an erection right now</i>@@? Her arm twitches. She could reach out right now and check. Perhaps help him out with it?
@@.embold;Woah there@@! @@.embold;Not so fast@@. @@.embold;He might need a little more work before that@@, @@.embold;don@@’@@.embold;t you think@@?
@@.t;Is that OK@@? @@.t;It won@@’@@.t;t take a moment@@.
@@.z;Sure@@, @@.z;Dad@@, says Zoe. @@.z;I think I@@’@@.z;m done anyway@@.
@@.t;Oh@@. He runs a finger round his collar. He’s sweating! Profusely at that, much more than warranted by the weather. @@.t;Maybe you could just move over there@@?
@@.z;Nah@@, @@.z;that@@’@@.z;s OK@@. @@.z;I@@’@@.z;ve got some stuff I need to be getting on with@@.
Zoe gets up and wraps the towel back around her body, now covered in a slight sheen of sweat. Terry helps her drag the recliner back to the patio. As she heads back inside the house she sees him run a hand over his balding scalp, shaking his head as if bewildered.
[[Continue.|Livingroom]] <<set $terrystat[1].stage to '2', $terrystat[0].status to "1/10 - @@.t;Terry@@ couldn't help but watch his daughter sunbathe.">>
Zoe takes her mother's diary out of the drawer and gets ready for another snooping session.
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<<if $phase[0].phase is '2'>>[[Back|helenterryroom2]].<<else>>[[Back|HelenTerryroom]].<</if>><i>Dear Diary,
It’s another day, much the same as any other. I woke up, put the washing on, had a shower, got dressed and set about tidying the house and trying to get Ben to do something with his life!
Only today also means something else. It’s not just an ordinary day. Today marks a year since Terry and I last made love.
God. I feel so pathetic, being upset about it. But then why should I feel like that? Sex is important in any relationship. It doesn’t matter whether you’re a teenager or have been in a marriage for 35 years; it’s IMPORTANT!
But still, Terry won’t even look at me. He’s kind and he’s sweet, but just not interested in me. Just knowing that those magazines and the sluts that degrade themselves for its pages are enough for him is too much. I tried. I try to be sexy, dress up, talk dirty, degrade myself like those sluts, but nothing. He doesn’t even make excuses any more. We used to argue about it, but I don’t bother now.
I am a woman, a grown woman. I have needs.</I>
[[Back.|helendiarymenu]] <i>Dear Diary,
The strangest thing happened today. I was eating my breakfast when Zoe came in and got to asking me about the situation with Terry. Let me tell you, I didn’t give that girl half as much credit for her perception as she deserves. I figured that with her head always buried in those science fiction fantasies that she’d have little idea when it came to the real world. Goodness, was I wrong! I wonder what else her time at university has taught her!
Anyway, she knew all about Terry and his pornography problem. She even said she’d talk to him about it! My little Zoe, trying to broker a truce between her recalcitrant parents. That, I suppose, is true enough to character. She didn’t condemn her dad, and although she didn’t quite let him off the hook either, she showed an awareness that the situation is a difficult one. Such a sweet little girl.
Saying that, she said something else too. Something so out of character I still don’t quite know what to make of it. I might have misinterpreted her, but it seemed that she was suggesting I should use the opportunity to go out and find satisfaction for myself. Then, if Terry found out, I could argue that I was only doing it because he was ignoring me. I suppose there is a certain logic to it, but if she thinks I’m going to go and have an affair or something, she’s sadly mistaken.
Still, maybe I should think about ways in which I might get what I need. I mean, what do I like? What do I want? I haven’t thought about such things for such a long time. I always thought I just wanted affection, and affection from Terry in particular. But maybe it is just a case of frustrated desire? I need to think about this.</i><<set $diary2 to 'read'>>
[[Back.|helendiarymenu]]<<if $phase[0].phase is '1'>><<if $phase[0].obj is '2'>><<if $benstat[1].stage is 'base'>>Ben is playing on his computer, some ultra-geeky management game. He’s wearing big headphones so doesn’t hear Zoe approach.
@@.embold;So@@, @@.embold;what@@’@@.embold;s the plan with him@@, @@.embold;then@@?
Zoe, now standing right behind her brother, lifts off his headphones and lets go again so they slap back against his ears.
Startled, he twists around. @@.b;What the fuck@@, @@.b;Zoe@@? He rips the headphones off his head, his arm getting tangled in the wire.
@@.z;Good morning@@, @@.z;little brother@@, she says.
@@.b;Fuck off@@, @@.b;why don@@’@@.b;t you@@? @@.b;Jesus@@, @@.b;is this your new thing@@? @@.b;Creeping about the place acting like some kind of weirdo freak@@?
Zoe sits on the end of Ben’s bed. @@.z;That@@’@@.z;s a little rich coming from you@@, @@.z;isn@@’@@.z;t it@@?
Ben leans back in his chair, clearly exasperated. @@.b;Real clever@@, he says. @@.b;Did you come here just to say that@@, @@.b;or do you actually want something@@.
@@.z;Actually yes@@, @@.z;I do want something@@. @@.z;I was hoping you could help me with my laptop@@.
@@.b;Right@@. @@.b;Have you tried turning it off and on again@@?
Zoe makes a face. @@.z;Now who@@’@@.z;s being clever@@?
@@.b;Whatever@@, says Ben, rolling his eyes dramatically. @@.b;If I do this@@, @@.b;will you leave me alone@@?
@@.z;Yeah@@, @@.z;if that@@’@@.z;s what you want@@ …
@@.b;OK@@, @@.b;bring it here then@@. @@.b;I@@’@@.b;m not coming in your room@@.
@@.z;Great@@! @@.z;Thank you@@! @@.z;I@@’@@.z;ll just go and get it@@. @@.z;Be right back@@.
@@.b;Whatever@@.
Zoe pops over to her room and grabs her laptop from the desk.
@@.embold;Smart move@@. @@.embold;Now what@@?
She brings up her web browser and clicks the bookmark linking to her new favourite website, the incest message board. She scrolls through until she finds what she’s looking for: the entry entitled <i>My Little Brother and His Big Cock</i>. It’s a series of pornographic images, captioned to tell the story of an incestuous relationship between two siblings. It’s pretty hot, and, what’s more, it’s the sister that takes the initiative.
@@.embold;How very apt@@.
Zoe minimises the browser and heads back to Ben’s room, her laptop cradled in her arms. @@.z;Here@@, she says, passing the machine to her @@.b;brother@@.
He moves his keyboard and places the laptop in front of him on his desk. He looks at the screen and shrugs. @@.b;What@@’@@.b;s the problem then@@? @@.b;It looks OK to me@@.
@@.z;What@@? Zoe leans over his shoulder, causing him to shift irritably. @@.z;I swear it wasn@@’@@.z;t working a moment ago@@. @@.z;It was frozen or something@@.
@@.b;Frozen@@? says Ben, running his fingers over the trackerpad. @@.b;Well@@, @@.b;it@@’@@.b;s not frozen now@@.
@@.z;That@@’@@.z;s so weird@@! @@.z;What about if I@@ … she reaches across and clicks to enlarge the web browser. The page fills the screen. @@.z;Oh@@. @@.z;You weren@@’@@.z;t meant to see that@@. Zoe’s pulse is racing, waiting for a reaction from her brother. The view there on the screen is clear for him in its implications. His sister has been getting off to incest fantasies. She hears Ben take a sharp intake of breath. Neither of them move, Zoe remaining leant over his shoulder, her body pressed against his. @@.z;I suppose this means it@@’@@.z;s working now@@, she says.
@@.b;Uh@@, @@.b;yeah@@. @@.b;I guess it does@@.
Zoe grabs her laptop and goes to leave. She stops at the door and turns around. Ben hasn’t budged an inch. @@.z;Hey@@, she says.
He turns in his chair. @@.b;Yeah@@? Not so mouthy now, is he?. She’s taken the wind right out of his sails.
@@.z;That thing you saw@@. @@.z;It doesn@@’@@.z;t mean anything@@. @@.z;It@@’@@.z;s just a fantasy@@, @@.z;you know@@? @@.z;Not that I fantasise about that happening@@. @@.z;Not with you@@. @@.z;Or anyone@@. @@.z;It@@’@@.z;s just pictures@@.
@@.b;Sure@@ … @@.b;Yeah@@. He’s struggling to look at her. @@.b;Like@@ … @@.b;yeah@@ … @@.b;like fantasy of something@@.
@@.z;Exactly@@, @@.z;fantasy@@. @@.z;Look@@, @@.z;I@@’@@.z;m sorry I bothered you@@.
@@.b;That@@’@@.b;s cool@@, he says, totally subdued. @@.b;I mean@@, @@.b;I@@’@@.b;m not busy or anything@@.
Zoe takes her laptop and places it back on her desk.
@@.embold;You know@@, @@.embold;that could really, really backfire@@.
[[Continue.|zoeroom]]<<set $benstat[0].sexexp += 1, $benstat[1].stage to '1'>><<elseif $benstat[1].stage is '1'>>Zoe taps her brother on the shoulder. He practically jumps out of his skin, quickly closing the screen he’d been looking at.
@@.b;Again with the creeping about@@! @@.b;What is it now@@?
@@.z;Sorry@@, @@.z;Ben@@. @@.z;I just wanted to check if everything was cool between us@@?
@@.b;What are you talking about@@?
Zoe makes a show of mock embarrassment. @@.z;You know@@, @@.z;the thing you saw on my laptop before@@.
@@.b;Oh@@, @@.b;that@@. He looks uncomfortable. @@.b;Yeah@@. @@.b;We@@’@@.b;re cool@@. @@.b;Don@@’@@.b;t worry about it@@.
She flashes him a big smile. @@.z;Good@@. @@.z;I was just making sure@@.
Ben nods. @@.b;Right@@.
Zoe backs away, smiling to herself.
@@.embold;Did you see what he was looking at@@?
She did see. Her brother was browsing the very same web page she’d <i>accidentally</i> shown him.
@@.embold;Success@@.
[[Continue.|Benroom]]<<set $benstat[1].stage to '2'>><<elseif $benstat[1].stage is '2'>>@@.embold;You need to think of a way to test him@@. @@.embold;A way to suggest that it doesn@@'@@.embold;t have to be make believe@@.
Zoe considers this, thinking how she be able to tempt her brother. Perhaps teasing him into giving her more attention?
[[Continue.|Benroom]]<<elseif $benstat[1].stage is '3'>>Ben looks up when Zoe enters the kitchen. She can’t be entirely sure, but there’s something different about the way he’s looking at her. Not quite a leer, but there’s the ghost of a smile, something in his eye that shows that he's looking at her in a subtly new light.
@@.embold;Well@@, @@.embold;you pretty much showed him your tits@@. @@.embold;What do you expect@@?
Zoe sidles up to her brother. @@.z;Ben@@, she hisses. @@.z;Please tell me you deleted that picture@@.
Ben gulps but tries to play it cool, continuing to spread obscene quantities of Nutella on a single slice of toast. @@.b;Yeah@@, @@.b;course@@. @@.b;I deleted it straight away@@.
@@.z;Good@@. @@.z;You really@@, @@.z;really weren@@’@@.z;t supposed to see that@@.
@@.b;Right@@, he sneers. @@.b;So who’s this unlucky guy@@?
@@.embold;Oh@@, @@.embold;if only you knew@@.
@@.z;Nobody@@, @@.z;just a guy at uni@@. @@.z;I was only messing around@@.
@@.b;Sure@@. @@.b;Try not to do it again@@. @@.b;You nearly put me off my breakfast@@.<<if $benphotosave is true>>@@.z;<i>
Cheeky bastard</i>@@! thinks Zoe, knowing fully well that the photo is saved on his computer.<</if>>
@@.z;Look@@, @@.z;I said I was sorry@@. @@.z;You needn@@’@@.z;t be such a dick about it@@.
@@.b;Cry me a river@@, he says, and takes a big messy bite out of his toast. He saunters off, all too pleased with himself.
[[Continue.|Kitchen]]<<set $benstat[1].stage to '4'>><<elseif $benstat[1].stage is '4'>>Zoe, although tempted to carry on her tease offensive, showing her brother more and more, she knows that things might not be so straightforward. Give him too much and he might be able to use it against her. Before she can take her plans for her brother forward, she needs to think of a way to protect herself.
@@.embold;That@@’@@.embold;s right@@. @@.embold;You need leverage@@.
[[Continue.|Benroom]]<<elseif $benstat[1].stage is '5'>>Zoe watches her brother sitting at his computer. Hopefully he'll have seen the photos of their grandmother by now. With any luck, he'll have commented on them too.
[[Continue|Benroom]].<<elseif $benstat[1].stage is '6'>>@@.z;Hey, Ben@@, says Zoe as she sits on the edge of her brother’s bed. @@.z;Whatcha up to@@?
@@.b;Nothing much@@.
@@.z;Bored@@?
@@.b;No@@. @@.b;I@@’@@.b;m looking at stuff on my phone@@.
@@.z;Oh right@@. @@.z;What is it@@? @@.z;Can I see@@?
Ben pulls a face. @@.b;Errr@@, @@.b;how about no@@.
Zoe pouts. @@.z;You know@@, @@.z;Ben@@, @@.z;I think you should try and be nicer to me@@.
@@.b;Why would I want to do that@@?
She shrugs. @@.z;Just@@, @@.z;you know@@, @@.z;it might end up working out in your favour@@.
@@.b;Whatever@@.
@@.z;Think about@@, @@.z;hey@@?
Ben rolls his eyes.
@@.z;See you later@@, @@.z;Big Ben@@, says Zoe with a wink.
Ben looks over at her. She can see the cogs whirring away.
Zoe nods and bites her lip, leaving her brother to put the pieces together himself.
[[Continue|Benroom]].<<set $benstat[1].stage to '7'>><<elseif $benstat[1].stage is '7'>>@@.embold;It might be time to accidentally send your brother another selfie@@, @@.embold;don@@'@@.embold;t you think@@?
[[Continue|Benroom]].<<elseif $benstat[1].stage is '8'>>Ben puts down his phone and looks at Zoe. @@.b;What are you doing@@? he says.
@@.z;What do you mean@@? replies Zoe.
@@.b;You know what I@@’@@.b;m talking about@@.
Zoe frowns and shakes her head. @@.z;I don@@’@@.z;t think I do@@.
@@.b;The pictures@@, he hisses, picking up his phone and waving it at her. @@.b;Those fucked up pictures you sent me@@.
@@.z;Oh@@! @@.z;Those@@, she says, nonchalantly. @@.z;You mean you didn@@’@@.z;t want them@@? @@.z;I was under the impression that you did@@.
Ben looks at her in despair. @@.b;Zoe@@, @@.b;this is really fucking weird what you@@’@@.b;re doing@@. @@.b;Are you fucking with me or something@@?
Zoe smiles slyly. @@.z;Do you want me to fuck with you@@?
@@.b;This is exactly what I@@’@@.b;m talking about@@.
@@.z;Ben. You needn@@’@@.z;t get so worked up about it@@.
Ben lies back in his bed with his fingers in his ears. @@.b;I@@’@@.b;m not listening to this any more@@.
@@.z;Suit yourself@@. Zoe leaves her brother alone so he can enjoy her pictures in private.
@@.embold;Poor boy@@. @@.embold;You@@’@@.embold;re playing with him@@.
@@.z;<i>I</i>@@’@@.z;<i>ll make it up to him</i>@@. @@.z;<i>Eventually</i>@@.
[[Continue|Benroom]].<<set $benstat[1].stage to '9'>><<elseif $benstat[1].stage is '9'>>@@.embold;Poor Ben@@. @@.embold;He doesn@@'@@.embold;t know whether he@@'@@.embold;s coming or going@@.
Zoe shrugs, happy enough with her plan to wear away her brother's resistance, knowing the sooner or later he'll be thanking her. Still, she should watch her footing. She could still do with getting some leverage over him.
[[Continue|Benroom]].<<elseif $benstat[1].stage is '12'>>Ben looks over at Zoe, his expression cowed. @@.b;I did what you said@@
@@.z;You did@@, she nods. She flops on to Ben’s bed, ignoring the slightly sour smell of his sheets.
@@.b;Then what do you want@@? he asks. There’s an edge of defiance in his voice, but no way near as strident as before. He knows he’s well and truly under her thumb now.
Zoe makes a show of considering his question. @@.z;I was looking at that picture of your penis and I was thinking@@...
@@.b;Yeah@@. @@.b;Wha@@t? @@.b;It is my cock@@, @@.b;all right@@?
@@.z;That’s just it@@, she says, looking right at him. @@.z;I@@’@@.z;m just not convinced that it really is@@. @@.z;I think you got a picture of a random dick off the internet and sent me that@@.
@@.b;What@@? splutters Ben. @@.b;That@@’@@.b;s crap@@. @@.b;It@@’@@.b;s my cock@@, @@.b;I swear to you@@.
Zoe sighs, as if weighing up a difficult choice. @@.z;I think I@@’@@.z;m going to need some proof@@.
@@.b;You fucking what@@? Ben says as he leans forward in his chair.
Zoe gets off the bed and leans back against the window ledge. @@.z;You know@@, @@.z;proof@@. @@.z;Hard evidence@@.
@@.b;Uh-uh@@. Ben shakes his head. @@.b;Not gonna happen@@.
Zoe turns her head to peer out between the blinds. Terry is in the garden. @@.z;Oh look@@, she says. @@.z;There@@’@@.z;s Dad@@.
@@.b;ZOE@@! hisses Ben.
She pushes aside the blinds and opens the window. Leaning out, she calls @@.z;Hey@@, @@.z;Daddy@@!
He looks up at her, shielding his eyes from the sun. @@.t;Zoe@@? @@.b;What are you doing in Ben’s room@@?
Behind her Ben is up out of his seat and tugging at her arm. @@.b;Don@@’@@.b;t@@, he pleads. @@.b;Just close the window@@. @@.b;I@@’@@.b;ll do what you say@@.
@@.z;Oh@@, @@.z;nothing@@. @@.z;Just hanging out@@, @@.z;you know@@. @@.z;Saw you down there and thought I@@’@@.z;d say hello@@.
@@.t;Right@@, says Terry. @@.t;I hope you@@’@@.b;re not bothering him too much@@.
@@.z;Bye-bye Daddy@@, Zoe calls and lets herself be hauled back inside the room by her brother.
Ben’s face is beetroot red and his voice is strangled as he says, @@.b;I don@@’@@.b;t know what the fuck is going on with you@@, @@.b;Zoe@@.
@@.z;It@@’@@.z;s simple@@, @@.z;little brother@@, she says, placing her finger on his chin. @@.z;You show me that big cock of yours and I won@@’@@.z;t tell Mum and Dad what you@@’@@.z;ve been getting up to@@.
@@.b;But why@@? Ben can’t keep the desperation out of his voice. He’s right on the edge.
Zoe pushes Ben back until he falls back on to his bed. @@.z;Because I want to see your cock@@, @@.z;OK@@? @@.z;Jesus@@, @@.z;Ben@@. @@.z;How many times do I have to say@@?
@@.b;If I do this@@, @@.b;will you leave me alone@@?
Zoe shrugs. @@.z;You@@’@@.z;ll have to take a chance on that@@.
He shakes his head, but seems resigned to his fate. @@.b;For fuck@@’@@.b;s sake@@, he says under his breath. He reaches for his waist and starts to unbutton his trousers.
[[Continue|Benwanking]].<<elseif $benstat[1].stage is '13'>>Ben looks at Zoe hopefully. He's wriggles in his seat, lifting his bum to rearrange his pants.
She shakes her head and watches his crestfallen expression.
@@.embold;Good work@@. @@.embold;The boy is well and truly under your power now@@.
[[Continue|Benroom]].<</if>><</if>><</if>>
The dress Zoe has found is immaculate, a handmade number made of the finest purple satin. The skirts of the dress are long, but there’s a long slit up one side that goes all the way up to the hip. Even better, it’s a halter neck with an <i>extremely</i> low neckline, a V that plunges to just below the navel. The model is large-breasted and there is an awful lot of bare boob on show.
The more she looks at it, the more Zoe realises that it’s not much of a dress at all, just a few scraps of fabric that just about allow the wearer to retain a minimum degree of modesty.
@@.embold;It@@’@@.embold;s perfect@@! @@.embold;And look at that@@ … @@.embold;just the right size for Grandma@@.
The dress is expensive, but Zoe can just about afford it. Besides she’ll be getting her student loan through soon enough. She clicks <i>buy</i> before she can change her mind, selecting next day delivery.
[[Continue.|webshop]]<<set $shop to false, $shopdress to false, $dresspurchase to true, $delivery to true>>Zoe unfolds the sheet of paper. It looks like a letter. Without a moment’s hesitation, she starts to read it:
<i>Dear Helen,
It’s been a week since I came here and already I can’t stand it. All the boys who board here have been since the beginning and know each other already. I’m an outsider and I’m lonely. That’s not to say you should worry about me. I made it clear from my first night here that I’m not going to be a victim. They’re a rotten lot, so wrapped up boring old private jokes. It’s as if nothing new ever comes to them. So I’m more bored than anything else. The classes are too easy and the teachers a bunch of fossils. And I miss you. I miss you terribly. Are you OK? Do you miss me? Are you angry with me?
Mum and Dad didn’t speak to me the whole way here. Mum wouldn’t even look at me, and Dad, he kept watching me in the rearview mirror and when I caught him he’d look so disgusted, but also confused, as if he couldn’t figure out what I was. I should have tried to argue with them. Make them see that what we did wasn’t wrong, wasn’t bad, but was an expression of love. So what if you’re my sister. I love you and you love me. You do love me don’t you? I don’t think I could stand it if you didn’t. My memories of that last night are all that keep me from going insane in this place.
Do you think what we did was wrong? How could it be? A love like we had, the love of a brother and sister, is surely the strongest and deepest of loves. Don’t let them convince you that it was anything but. They will try. They’ll try and tell you that you are a victim and me a monster. But don’t believe it. Remember that time on the beach, under the pier. Discovering each other for the first time. Remember what it felt like? Like the most righteous and beautiful statement we could have made to the world. I miss you. I love you.
Don’t forget what we had.
Your Brother,
Carl</i>
@@.z;<i>Does this mean what I think it means</i>@@?
@@.embold;If you think it means that your mum and brother were fucking@@, @@.embold;then yes@@! @@.embold;That@@’@@.embold;s exactly what it means@@!
Zoe tries to remember the last time she saw Carl. It was a long time ago and there had been a certain tension between her mum and Carl. Come to think of it, when hadn’t there been?
Zoe slips the letter into her pocket. @@.z;<i>I think I</i>@@’@@.z;<i>d better keep this</i>@@.<<set $carlletter to "true", $inv.push ("Carl's [[love letter|carlletter2]]"), $carlletter1 to true>>
[[Continue.|Cellar]] <i>Dear Helen,
It’s been a week since I came here and already I can’t stand it. All the boys who board here have been since the beginning and know each other already. I’m an outsider and I’m lonely. That’s not to say you should worry about me. I made it clear from my first night here that I’m not going to be a victim. They’re a rotten lot, so wrapped up years old private jokes. It’s as if nothing new ever comes to them. So I’m more bored than anything else. The classes are too easy and the teachers a bunch of fossils. And I miss you. I miss you terribly. Are you OK? Do you miss me? Are you angry with me?
Mum and Dad didn’t speak to me the whole way here. Mum wouldn’t even look at me, and Dad, he kept watching me in the rearview mirror and when I caught him he’d look so disgusted, but also confused, as if he couldn’t figure out what I was. I should have tried to argue with them. Make them see that what we did wasn’t wrong, wasn’t bad, but was an expression of love. So what if you’re my sister. I love you and you love me. You do love me don’t you? I don’t think I could stand it if you didn’t. My memories of that last night are all that keep me from going insane in this place.
Do you think what we did was wrong? How could it be? A love like we had, the love of a brother and sister, is surely the strongest and deepest of loves. Don’t let them convince you that it was anything but. They will try. They’ll try and tell you that you are a victim and me a monster. But don’t believe it. Remember that time on the beach, under the pier. Discovering each other for the first time. Remember what it felt like? Like the most righteous and beautiful statement we could have made to the world. I miss you. I love you.
Don’t forget what we had.
Your Brother,
Carl</i>
<<back>>Zoe enjoys some time experimenting with anal play, surprised that she can make herself cum that way. The human body is a versatile thing.
For full scene click <<click "here">>\<<replace "#output">>: Zoe gets ready for some fingering. She’s feeling insatiable at the moment, like she just can’t get enough.
@@.embold;The brainworm realises that its host@@’@@.embold;s body has other orifices and cavities that can be easily utilised@@. @@.embold;Why settle for a single@@, @@.embold;natural womb@@? @@.embold;Her digestive tract@@, @@.embold;for example@@, @@.embold;would make an excellent incubator@@, @@.embold;with easy passage in and out through the sphincter at its terminal point@@. @@.embold;The girl needs to explore@@. @@.embold;It sets the nerves around that sphincter tingling@@, @@.embold;prompting her to probe@@.
Zoe tightens the muscles around her pelvis, squirming at the strange feeling around her bottom. She lifts up her legs, snaking her hand around to her bottom to give it an exploratory poke. It’s tight, and very sensitive. Strange, but not unpleasant. She moves her fingertip around the edge of the puckered hole, making herself shiver. Trying again at the hole, there’s a little more give, but not quite enough.
@@.embold;Perhaps a little lubrication would help@@?
Zoe wets her finger at her pussy, which is now predictably dripping. Now her finger slides easily into her arsehole, at least up to the first knuckle. She feels the muscles tighten around the digit, pulling it further. Zoe puffs out her cheeks, determinedly ignoring the discomfort. Now up to the second knuckle, she curls her finger. She’s warm and soft on the inside.
As juices from her pussy runs down between her ass cheeks, the in and out movement of Zoe’s finger becomes easier. She’s getting into the swing of things, finger fucking her virgin hole. Now she’s relaxing into the motions, it’s starting to feel better by the second. So good that she can’t help but try and insert a second finger. It’s hard going, but she manages, stretching her sphincter with the effort.
She moves onto her side, trying to find a position that will enable her to get her fingers deeper inside. Eventually she settles for more fingers, bringing her other hand into play. A third and fourth finger join the first two. Grunting bestially, Zoe bucks her hips against her hands, forcing them deeper inside. It’s so dirty, what she’s doing now, stretching her arsehole wide, stretching it wide enough for even the biggest cocks.
@@.embold;The brainworm is impressed with the durability of its host@@’@@.embold;s body@@. @@.embold;That tiny little hole can opened wide@@, @@.embold;meaning all sorts of offspring will be able to find their way in and out with ease@@. @@.embold;A safe space to grow and mature@@.
Zoe continues finger-fucking her arsehole, her robotic motions bringing her closer to climax. Can she come like this? There’s a tight, hot feeling growing in her belly. Yes, she can! Moaning, she comes hard, her legs shuddering and the muscles of her anus clamping about her fingers. Slowly, she extricates her fingers, leaving her poor little arsehole feeling tender and abused. She lies back, sweating and panting, wondering tiredly how much more depraved it’s possible to get.
<</replace>>\<</click>><span id="output"></span><<set $zoesex[0].energylevel -= 1, $zoesex[0].mast += 1, $zoesex[0].org += 1>><<if $inv.contains ("A blue buttplug")>><<set $analfinger to false>><<else>><<set $analfinger to true>><</if>>
[[Continue.|masturbatemenu]]<<if $daytime is 'Morning'>><<set $daytime to 'Afternoon'>><<elseif $daytime is 'Afternoon'>><<set $daytime to 'Evening'>><<elseif $daytime is 'Evening'>><<set $daytime to 'Night'>><</if>>Zoe might be sleeping peacefully, but the brain worm is awake and active.
Its host is responding beautifully, her body seeming to welcome the extreme chemical shifts taking place inside it. If it can keep control and continue to assault both innate and learned moral standards, then she will no doubt become a formidable breeder.
@@.embold;So strange that these animals have constructed such elaborate barriers against copulating with their most readily accessible form of reproduction@@. @@.embold;Instead of taking the first opportunity to mate with the nearest creature@@, @@.embold;whether it be the creature that birthed it or a littermate@@, @@.embold;they instead engage in complex and foolish social rituals and actively discourage intrafamilial breeding@@. @@.embold;That the species came to dominate this planet is remarkable indeed@@.
Fortunately these barriers are already being dismantled and the host is already lusting after the other members of its immediate family. Perhaps now is a good time to push her a little further ...
Rooting about through her mind, the brainworm starts to weave something new, blending memory with fantasy and filling Zoe’s mind with images of a family drawn together in perfect sexual harmony....
<i>She is standing naked in the living room. Around her, the people most dear to her are fused into shapes of joyful and passionate lovemaking. Her brother and sister lie top to toe at her feet, Molly slurping noisily around Ben’s cock while he eats out her pussy. Over there Helen is kneeling on her haunches with a feral grin stretched across her face, finger fucking herself, turned on by her children’s oral exchange. Terry is sitting on the couch, his head thrown back in bliss, as his mother, crouched between his legs, licks up and down his shaft, one hand squeezing his balls while the other circles his anus.</i>
Lying in her bed, Zoe starts to murmur in her sleep. Her face flushes with arousal as the lewd dream runs its course. Under the covers her hand shifts over towards her crotch, pulling aside the fabric of panties. She begins to sleepily run her fingertip up and down the wet folds, occasionally circling about her budding clit.
<i>The scene shifts. She’s still standing but has now been joined by Ben, her legs slightly parted to make room for him as he kneels before her, his fingers holding her pussy open, his face buried in her sex as he tongues her skillfully. Zoe feels her ass cheeks pulled apart and then a strange, wet sensation on her butthole. Turning back, she sees Molly tucking in, her bright eyes glistening up at her. Placing a hand on each of their heads with firm but gentle command, she pushes them into her as she closes her eyes in quiet ecstasy.</i>
Zoe is now rubbing herself with vigour. Still sleeping, her hips buck up and down with the motion of her hand. She grunts and snuffles, stuffing two fingers into her snatch.
The dream continues.
<i>Bouncing on her father’s lap, his cock deep inside her, Zoe watches her mother and sister attacking her brother. He’s sitting back on the coffee table and they are leaning over from either side, their breasts wrapped around his impressive cock. Helen’s endowments far surpass her daughter’s, but Molly more than makes up for it in effort, dipping occasionally to wrap her lips around Ben’s bulbous tip. Over there, by Rocket’s basket, Grandma has discovered the dog. She’s coaxed his pointed pecker out of its sheath and is now slurping on it recklessly.</i>
Zoe’s pussy is now so wet that her juices are running down between her butt cheeks to soak the sheets below. Wetting her other fingers in her mess, she pushes a single digit into her bum, curling and swirling inside. The first orgasm lashes her like a whip, causing a fizz of tingling warmth in her gut. Her cunt gushes, further lubricating her rampant fingering.
<i>With her Dad’s cock lodged in her anus and her brother’s in her mouth, Zoe is spitted. She can hear the moaning and groaning of the other women, Rocket panting as they eagerly service his canine needs. There’s a rhythmic slapping sound, in near perfect time with the pants. Zoe tries to see around her brother and just about sees the tangle of flush and fur. Ben pulls his cock out of her mouth and she drools in its absence. He pushes her back, impaling her further on to Terry’s knob. He grunts and she feels a sticky burst inside her but Ben just whips her legs up over her head and ploughs into her pussy.</i>
Another orgasm and Zoe’s back arches. She’s drooling heavily and slams her bottom back down onto her hand, pushing that finger in deeper. The sheet and duvet are now sodden but still she gushes as again and again she cums.
<i>Cycling through scene after scene, her family exploring each other in a near inexhaustible number of combinations, Zoe falls deeper and deeper in love. These people belong to her and she belongs to them. She wants them. She needs them.</i>
One final orgasm and it appears that Zoe is spent. Her nerves flicker with the remnants of her pleasure but her limbs are lax, her muscles like putty.
@@.embold;Inside her skull the brainworm assesses its intervention@@. @@.embold;It hadn@@’@@.embold;t been expecting Zoe@@’@@.embold;s sleeping mind to accept those dreams with such abandon@@. @@.embold;It has@@, @@.embold;however@@, @@.embold;been lucky@@. @@.embold;Although pushed to the point of burnout@@, @@.embold;it appears the host's brain is undamaged and@@, @@.embold;even better@@, @@.embold;it is metabolising the invasive sex hormones at a much greater and efficient rate@@, @@.embold;a truly fortuitous outcome to a risky scheme@@.
Zoe snores on, back now in the sleep of the innocent.
<<if $phase[0].phase is '2'>>[[Continue|zoeroom2]].<<else>>[[Continue|zoeroom]].<</if>><<set $zoesex[0].org += 5>>Zoe might be sleeping peacefully, but the brain worm is awake and active.
Its host is responding beautifully, her bod seeming to welcome the extreme chemical shifts taking place inside it. If it can keep control and continue to assault both innate and learned moral standards, then she will no doubt become a formidable breeder.
@@.embold;So strange that these animals have constructed such elaborate barriers against copulating with their most readily accessible form of reproduction@@. @@.embold;Instead of taking the first opportunity to mate with the nearest creature@@, @@.embold;whether it be the creature that birthed it or a littermate@@, @@.embold;they instead engage in complex and foolish social rituals and actively discourage intrafamilial breeding@@. @@.embold;That the species came to dominate this planet is remarkable indeed@@.
Fortunately these barriers are already being dismantled and the host is already lusting after the other members of its immediate family. Perhaps now is a good time to push her a little further....
Rooting about through her mind, the brainworm starts to weave something new, blending memory with fantasy and filling Zoe’s mind with images of a family drawn together in perfect sexual harmony....
<i>She is standing naked in the living room. Around her, the people most dear to her are fused into shapes of joyful and passionate lovemaking. Her brother and sister lie top to toe at her feet, Molly slurping noisily around Ben’s cock while he eats out her pussy. Over there Helen is kneeling on her haunches with a feral grin stretched across her face, finger fucking herself, turned on by her children’s oral exchange. Terry is sitting on the couch, his head thrown back in bliss, as his mother, crouched between his legs, licks up and down his shaft, one hand squeezing his balls while the other circles his anus.</i>
Lying in her bed, Zoe starts to murmur in her sleep. Her face flushes with arousal as the lewd dream runs its course. Under the covers her hand shifts over towards her crotch, pulling aside the fabric of panties. She begins to sleepily run her fingertip up and down the wet folds, occasionally circling about her budding clit.
<i>The scene shifts. She’s still standing but has now been joined by Ben, her legs slightly parted to make room for him as he kneels before her, his fingers holding her pussy open, his face buried in her sex as he tongues her skillfully. Zoe feels her ass cheeks pulled apart and then a strange, wet sensation on her butthole. Turning back, she sees Molly tucking in, her bright eyes glistening up at her. Placing a hand on each of their heads with firm but gentle command, she pushes them into her as she closes her eyes in quiet ecstasy.</i>
Zoe is now rubbing herself with vigour. Still sleeping, her hips buck up and down with the motion of her hand. She grunts and snuffles, stuffing two fingers into her snatch.
The dream continues.
<i>Bouncing on her father’s lap, his cock deep inside her, Zoe watches her mother and sister attacking her brother. He’s sitting back on the coffee table and they are leaning over from either side, their breasts wrapped around his impressive cock. Helen’s endowments far surpass her daughter’s, but Molly more than makes up for it in effort, dipping occasionally to wrap her lips around Ben’s bulbous tip. Over there, by Rocket’s basket, Grandma has discovered the dog. She’s coaxed his pointed pecker out of its sheath and is now slurping on it recklessly.</i>
Zoe’s pussy is now so wet that her juices are running down between her butt cheeks to soak the sheets below. Wetting her other fingers in her mess, she pushes a single digit into her bum, curling and swirling inside. The first orgasm lashes her like a whip, causing a fizz of tingling warmth in her gut. Her cunt gushes, further lubricating her rampant fingering.
<i>With her Dad’s cock lodged in her anus and her brother’s in her mouth, Zoe is spitted. She can hear the moaning and groaning of the other women, Rocket panting as they eagerly service his canine needs. There’s a rhythmic slapping sound, in near perfect time with the pants. Zoe tries to see around her brother and just about sees the tangle of flush and fur. Ben pulls his cock out of her mouth and she drools in its absence. He pushes her back, impaling her further on to Terry’s knob. He grunts and she feels a sticky burst inside her but Ben just whips her legs up over her head and ploughs into her pussy.</i>
Another orgasm and Zoe’s back arches. She’s drooling heavily and slams her bottom back down onto her hand, pushing that finger in deeper. The sheet and duvet are now sodden but still she gushes as again and again she cums.
<i>Cycling through scene after scene, her family exploring each other in a near inexhaustible number of combinations, Zoe falls deeper and deeper in love. These people belong to her and she belongs to them. She wants them. She needs them.</i>
One final orgasm and it appears that Zoe is spent. Her nerves flicker with the remnants of her pleasure but her limbs are lax, her muscles like putty.
@@.embold;Inside her skull the brainworm assesses its intervention@@. @@.embold;It hadn@@’@@.embold;t been expecting Zoe@@’@@.embold;s sleeping mind to accept those dreams with such abandon@@. @@.embold;It has@@, @@.embold;however@@, @@.embold;been lucky@@. @@.embold;Although pushed to the point of burnout@@, @@.embold;it appears the host's brain is undamaged and@@, @@.embold;even better@@, @@.embold;it is metabolising the invasive sex hormones at a much greater and efficient rate@@, @@.embold;a truly fortuitous outcome to a risky scheme@@.
Zoe snores on, back now in the sleep of the innocent.
<<back>>
<<if $benstat[1].stage is '2'>>Zoe sits down on her bed and stretches her legs out. She takes out her phone and scrolls through the messages. There’s one from her best friend, Lily, asking how things are going at home. She’s back at the flat in the city after having fallen out with her boyfriend back home. He’s worried that she’s messing around his back while at university. Drama! There’s always drama with Lily.
@@.embold;Nice work with Ben@@. @@.embold;Although it@@’@@.embold;s not particularly surprising that he took a liking to the website you @@ “@@.embold;showed@@” @@.embold;him@@. @@.embold;The boy@@’@@.embold;s a pervert@@.
Zoe puts the phone on the bed next to her and thinks about Ben, wondering whether or not it was a good idea to show him that website after all. Who knows what sort of ideas he’ll get in his head?
@@.embold;Do I need to remind you that you@@’@@.embold;ve spent the last 24 hours fantasising about his cock@@?
Zoe sighs. @@.z;<i>I guess there</i>@@’@@.z;<i>s no harm in it</i>@@. @@.z;<i>I</i>@@’@@.z;<i>m just teasing him</i>@@, @@.z;<i>after all</i>@@.
@@.embold;So what@@’@@.embold;s next@@? @@.embold;Is there some way you can tickle his imagination@@?
Zoe picks up her phone again and opens the camera function. She sets it to selfie mode and watches her face on the screen. She hates selfies. @@.z;<i>The perfect form of narcissist expression</i>@@, the old Zoe would have said.
@@.embold;Excellent@@. @@.embold;Give him a little show@@.
But this new Zoe has other ideas. She stands up and moves over to the lightest part of the room. She takes a few snaps, pouting and sticking her tongue out. It’s fun, she realises, revelling in the glow of self-adoration. She’s never thought of herself as sexy before, but she could come around to the idea.
@@.embold;Come on@@, @@.embold;be bold@@. @@.embold;You need to give him something to really think about@@.
Zoe lifts her top, pulling it up over her chest and holding it in place with her teeth. She might have the tiniest little boobs, but seeing herself on the screen, her eyes twinkling and so very coy, she can’t help but admire how good she looks. She snaps away.
@@.embold;Impressed by the host@@’@@.embold;s resourcefulness@@. @@.embold;the brainworm rewards each photo taken with a dose of doctored endorphins@@, @@.embold;show her that behaviour like this is to be desired@@.
Scrolling through her contacts, she finds Ben’s number. @@.z;<i>Here goes</i>@@. She selects the sexiest picture and clicks <i>send</i>. She throws herself onto her bed, giggling and savouring the thought of Ben’s surprise when he receives the picture. With luck he’ll keep it, use it. Zoe shudders in pleasure at that thought. After waiting a few seconds she follows up the picture with text:
<i>OMG! I wasn’t supposed to send that to you!!!!! Delete it. You have to delete it!</i>
@@.embold;Subtle@@. @@.embold;Very subtle@@.
Zoe just shrugs and puts the phone back into her pocket.
[[Continue.|zoeroom]] <<set $benstat[1].stage to '3', $tomphoto to true>><<elseif $benstat[1].stage is '7'>>Ben might not yet deserve another picture just yet, but the thought of what he’ll do with it helps Zoe make up her mind. Not only will he beat off to it, but he’ll probably upload it to his Imagefap account, letting other guys (and girls) enjoy what she has to offer.
This time, Zoe strips down until she’s in nothing but her knickers. She pinches and squeezes her nipples, tweaking them into hard little points. Her tits might be small, but they’re cute and perfectly rounded, like her broad hips, not to mention her nice plump bottom. She turns her body and sticks her backside out, making sure she finds the best angle. She’s getting better at the coy look too, pulling at the lining of her panties and putting on an expression of wounded innocence. @@.z;<i>God</i>@@, thinks Zoe. @@.z;<i>I look really fucking good</i>@@.
By the time she’s finished, she has a whole batch of pictures for her brother, not to mention a fresh wet patch in her knickers.
@@.embold;Don@@’@@.embold;t bother with the ruse this time@@.
Zoe sends the messages to Ben one by one.
@@.embold;Make sure he knows you mean to do it@@.
Unable to stop herself, Zoe types out a short message:
<i>Hey, BigBen. I thought you might like to see a little more of me. Don’t tell Mum ;) xxx</i>
She sends the message. There’s no going back now.
Despite that knowledge, Zoe doesn’t feel the slightest bit afraid. Instead, she imagines her brother looking at her, thinking about fucking her as he tosses himself off. Maybe she could help along with that sometime soon?
[[Continue|zoeroom]]<<set $benstat[1].stage to '8'>><</if>><<if $rocketstat[1].stage is '2'>><<if $rocketstat[0].trust eq 5>>Rocket appears very happy to see Zoe. True, he probably just wants more peanut butter but, compared to getting growled at, it's a marked improvement.<<elseif $rocketstat[0].trust gte 3>>Rocket now gets out of his basket when Zoe comes near. He approaches her, sniffing and licking at her fingertips. It feels funny.<<elseif $rocketstat[0].trust gte 2>>Rocket looks up at Zoe expectantly, his tail wagging and his tongue lolling ever so slightly out of his mouth. He wants more peanut butter!<<elseif $rocketstat[0].trust lte 1>>Rocket looks up at Zoe. It's obvious that he still doesn't quite trust her. Still, after treating him to some delicious peanut butter, he seems much more inclined to tolerate her presence.<</if>>
<<if $zoesex[0].energylevel gte 1>>What should Zoe do?
<<if $rocketstat[0].trust lte 4>>[[Feed him some more|rocketfeed]].<<elseif $rocketstat[0].trust eq 5>>[[Try something new.|rocketpussyfeed]]<</if>><<else>>Zoe and her parasite are out of energy. They'll need to rest before they can influence Rocket any further.<</if>><<elseif $rocketstat[1].stage is '3'>>Rocket no longer shows the slightest bit of apprehension when Zoe is near. Still, if Zoe wants to develop there relationship further, she'll need to work hard.
<<if $zoesex[0].energylevel gte 1>>What should Zoe do?
[[Feed him some more pussy treats|rocketpussyfeed2]].<<else>>Zoe and her parasite are out of energy. They'll need to rest before they can influence Rocket any further.<</if>><</if>>
[[Back|Livingroom]].<<if $rocketstat[0].trust eq 0>>Zoe scoops out a handful of peanut butter and offers it to Rocket. Happy with her offering, he edges forward to eat it greedily up.
@@.embold;Seizing the opportunity@@, @@.embold;the brainworm opens the pores in Zoe@@'@@.embold;s hand@@, @@.embold;secreting a slightly altered variant of the mammalian hormone oxytocin@@. @@.embold;With any luck@@, @@.embold;it@@’@@.embold;ll help Rocket overcome his distrust of the host@@.
[[Back.|rocketmenu]]<<set $zoesex[0].energylevel -= 1, $rocketstat[0].trust += 1>><<elseif $rocketstat[0].trust eq 1>>Zoe scoops out a handful of peanut butter and offers it to Rocket. Happy with her offering, he edges forward to eat it greedily up.
@@.embold;As before@@, @@.embold;the brainworm spikes the peanut butter with some of Zoe@@’@@.embold;s corrupted oxytocin@@. @@.embold;Rocket should be getting used to her by now@@.
[[Back.|rocketmenu]]<<set $zoesex[0].energylevel -= 1, $rocketstat[0].trust += 1>><<elseif $rocketstat[0].trust eq 4>>Rocket is now so keen that Zoe can barely get her hands in the jar. He licks at the edge of the jar, coating her hand in his sticky saliva.
@@.z;Calm down@@, @@.z;boy@@! @@.z;It@@’@@.z;s coming@@!
Another scoop of laced peanut butter finds its way between Rockets messy chops.
@@.z;Atta boy@@! says Zoe, ruffling his ears.
@@.embold;It seems he@@'@@.embold;s on our side now@@, @@.embold;don@@'@@.embold;t you think@@? @@.embold;How about we up the stakes@@?
[[Back.|rocketmenu]]<<set $zoesex[0].energylevel -= 1, $rocketstat[0].trust += 1>><<elseif $rocketstat[0].trust gte 2>>Zoe scoops out a handful of peanut butter and offers it to Rocket. More than happy with her offering, he surges forward to eat it greedily up.
@@.z;Good boy@@! squeals Zoe, delighted with the progress she's made.
@@.embold;Once again@@, @@.embold;the brainworm spikes the peanut butter with some of Zoe@@’@@.embold;s corrupted oxytocin@@. @@.embold;Rocket will definitely have a taste for her now@@.
[[Back.|rocketmenu]]<<set $zoesex[0].energylevel -= 1, $rocketstat[0].trust += 1>><</if>>Rocket looks at Zoe expectantly. @@.z;You want more@@, @@.z;boy@@? He wags his tail and pants.
@@.embold;Why don@@’@@.embold;t you take him somewhere a little more private@@?
@@.z;<i>The cellar</i>@@?
@@.embold;What are you waiting for@@?
@@.z;Come on then@@, @@.z;Rocket@@. @@.z;That@@’@@.z;s a good boy@@.
Zoe leads Rocket through the kitchen. He follows her without hesitation, hungry for more peanut butter. At the top of the stairs down to the cellar she gives him a little scraping. He scoffs it off her fingers greedily.
@@.z;Down we go@@, says Zoe.
Rocket follows Zoe down the stairs and watches her curiously while she arranges some old blankets against a wall.
@@.embold;So@@, @@.embold;what now@@? Well, Zoe hadn’t really thought that far ahead. All she knows is that she’s feeling a strange sort of desire for the little guy at her feet. But she doesn’t really have any idea what to do. Those girls online make it look so easy. Still, what she lacks in knowledge, she’ll make up for in willingness. Only what to do?
Rocket looks at her, waiting for something to happen.
But then she has an idea, a way in which she can get a treat at the same time as the dog. She sits down in her nest of blankets and beckons for Rocket. He comes over, all signs of his former agitation gone in his lust for Zoe’s treats. @@.z;Good boy@@, she croons, stroking and scratching behind his ears. @@.z;Do you want some treats@@?
He pants and wags his tail even harder.
[[Put the idea into action|rocketpussyfeed1-2]].Zoe spends some time playing with her sister's dildo, fucking herself until she orgasms.
For full scene click <<click "here">>\<<replace "#output">>: Zoe opens the drawer beside her bed and takes out the dildo, the one she stole from her sister’s stash of sex toys. It’s a bit of a beast, easily an inch and a half in girth, and rumpled with the bumps of imitation veins. She weighs its gelatinous mass in her hands; there’s some serious weight to it, a tool for the experienced professional.
@@.embold;So why don@@’@@.embold;t you have a go with it@@?
@@.z;<i>I couldn</i>@@’@@.z;<I>t. Look at the size of it</i>@@. @@.z;<I>It</i>@@’@@.z;<I>d break me in two</i>@@.
@@.embold;But think@@, @@.embold;that thing you@@'@@.embold;re holding in your hand has been in your sister@@’@@.embold;s cunt. She’s probably fucked herself raw with it@@.
Zoe brings the dildo up to her nose and sniffs it. Can she smell an ever-so-faint scent of pussy on it? Probably not. It’s been a long time since Molly would have been able to make use of it.
@@.embold;All the same@@, @@.embold;imagine it@@.
So Zoe does just that, imagining her big sister pleasuring herself with the big pseudo-cock, riding up and down its length. The scene unspools inside her mind and Zoe’s own pussy starts to grow wet in sympathy. She flicks her tongue across the tip of the dildo and then sucks clumsily, imagining she can taste the residue of her sister’s cunt. Maybe one day she really will be able to taste it.
Still gripping the rubbery tool in one hand, she pulls down her leggings and panties. It’s difficult, but she doesn’t want to give up slurping on her new favourite toy. Her mouth gaping, she shoves it as far as it’ll go. Impressed at her precocity, the brainworm suppresses her gag-reflex, allowing its host to all but swallow the rubber shaft.
@@.embold;It@@’@@.embold;s good to get some practice in@@. @@.embold;You don@@’@@.embold;t want Ben and your dad to think you@@’@@.embold;re a total amateur@@. @@.embold;But don@@’@@.embold;t you think it@@'@@.embold;s time to switch holes@@?
At that suggestion, Zoe drags the dildo out of her throat. She coughs, splutters and drools, thick strands of saliva stretching from the toy to her lips. Down at her pussy, she rubs the slobbery cock between her vulvae. It feels good, this thing that isn’t her fingers. But is it too big for her? She pushes at her slick orifice and feels it resist the width of its new visitor. It’s not exactly pain (the brainworm is seeing to that) but it’s certainly not comfortable. How can such a big thing fit in her tiny little unfucked hole?
@@.embold;One last big push. Go on. You can do it. You’ll be taking bigger before long@@.
Zoe takes a deep breath and then shoves, forcing the dildo right up inside her. Sitting up, she looks down at her snatch, the hilt of the thing sticking out of her. She can feel it stretching up wide open, but, God, it’s good. She flops back down on her back and starts, slowly at first, to slide it in and out.
Faster and faster, harder and harder she pumps. She bucks her hips with each thrust, moving like a machine. It’s a messy business; her pussy is so wet that her juices trickle down between her ass cheeks. @@.z;Oh, Daddy@@, murmurs Zoe quietly, imagining the mass filling her out isn’t a dildo but Terry’s cock. Because, right now, she’d take him. Lie right back and let him fuck her like she was his wife. @@.z;Fill me up@@, @@.z;Daddy@@. @@.z;Fill your baby girl right up@@. She slaps a hand down on her clit.
She slides off her bed and kneels on the carpet, her fleshy thighs spread, using the flat surface to keep the dildo in place as she rocks and bounces. @@.z;Let me ride you@@, @@.z;Daddy@@. Once again, her clit demands her attention. She rubs and rubs and before long she feels an orgasm building in her belly. @@.z;That@@’@@.z;s it Daddy@@. @@.z;Just a little bit more@@. She bounces harder, rubs faster, bringing her body closer and closer to its prize. She starts to shake, the muscles in her legs spasming so hard she has to plant her hands on her thighs to keep herself from toppling over. @@.z;Oooooh fuck@@, she squeals as the orgasm rolls over her. @@.z;Yesyesyesyesyesyes@@!
Finally it ends. She unfolds her stiff legs from underneath her and leans back against her bedside table, the dildo still lodged inside her tender cunt. She savours the feeling for a few minutes more before removing it with a sloppy squelch.
@@.embold;Waste not@@, @@.embold;want not@@.
Dopey from the mind-blowing effects of her orgasm, Zoe laps her juices off the sides of the dildo. @@.Z;<I>I taste good</i>@@! she thinks. When the big purple shaft is clean, she reaches up and pops it back in the drawer, already looking forward to next time. <</replace>>\<</click>><span id="output"></span><<set $zoesex[0].energylevel -= 1, $zoesex[0].mast += 1, $zoesex[0].org += 1>>
[[Continue.|masturbatemenu]] <<if $daytime is 'Morning'>><<set $daytime to 'Afternoon'>><<elseif $daytime is 'Afternoon'>><<set $daytime to 'Evening'>><<elseif $daytime is 'Evening'>><<set $daytime to 'Night'>><</if>>So you want the new stuff? Easily done.
ThIs next update is fairly light on story but does see the implementation of the first birthing and mutation mechanic. I'm putting it out there so you can get a feel for how things might look in future.
Where were we? Ah yes! Zoe made some excellent progress corrupting her family and then got herself infested by a wombworm!
[[Onwards|vaginfest3]]!<<set $webincest to true, $webbest to true, $gamestart to true, $zoe[0].cor += 10, $gamestart to true, $zoesex[0].mast += 3, $zoesex[0].org += 3, $zoesex[0].handjobgive += 1, $phase[0].obj to '2', $zoeenergy to true, $helendiary to true, $inv.push ('A tiny little key'), $inv.push ('A big purple dildo'), $inv.push ('A pair of big granny knickers'), $zoesex[0].voyeurisms += 3>><<set $inv.push ('A Porno Mag')>><<set $diaryentry to '5'>><<set $zoesex[0].energylevel += 5>><<if $zoesex[0].energymax eq 1>><<set $zoesex[0].energylevel to 1>><</if>><<set $objectivechange to true>><<set $zoesex[0].voyeurisms += 2>><<set $inv.push ('A tube of sunscreen')>><<set $inv.push ("An incest-themed porno mag")>><<set $inv.push ("A stylish cocktail dress")>><<set $inv.push ("A set of sexy lingerie")>><<set $wombwormloc to 'vag'>><<set $inv.push ("Carl's [[love letter|carlletter2]]")>><<set $phase[0].daycount += 9>><<set $inv.push ("A blue buttplug")>><<set $inv.push ("A tube of lubricant")>><<set $zoesex[0].beast += 1, $zoesex[0].org += 1, $zoesex[0].pusseat2 += 1>><<set $rocketstat[1].stage to '3'>><<set $benstat[0].status to "3/10 - @@.b;Ben@@ tossed himself off in front of his big sister. Naughty boy.", $terrystat[0].status to "3/10 - @@.t;Terry@@ might have been drunk, but that didn't stop him enjoying a handjob from his daughter.", $helenstat[0].status to "3/10 - @@.h;Helen@@ is now corrupted enough to resume relations with her own brother.", $joanstat[0].status to "3/10 - @@.j;Joan@@ now spends a lot of her time masturbating in her bedroom.">><i>Dear Diary,
This is just getting weirder and weirder by the day.
This morning Zoe came to me while I was watching TV and started asking me about my fantasies. I don’t know for sure what her game is, but she’s certainly not shy about it. She dismissed all that she’d said before about talking to her father about his ‘problem’ and instead seemed to be suggesting that I should do things my own way.
That was when she started talking about fantasies. She told me how she liked to think about fucking strangers in public places! My little Zoe! Imagine my shock. Well, I did my best to close the discussion right there, but stupidly promised I’d think about it and tell her if I came up with anything. That girl knows how I feel about promises. If I didn’t know any better I’d think I was being manipulated.
Anyway, despite my misgivings, I did find myself thinking about what she’d said. What’s wrong, I suppose, with a little fantasy. Terry obviously has his sluts, and I have … well, what do I have?
Can I imagine myself in the situation that Zoe described? Showing myself to the world and opening my body to strangers. Oh, the humiliation. But it kept coming back to me throughout the day, like an itch. Perhaps that’s my thing then. What do they call it? Exhibitionism?
Still, I wonder what the point of all this actually is. It’s not like I’m going to go out there and do it! And thinking about it just got me all randy with no way to satisfy it than to touch myself in the shower, which is a common enough occurrence without recourse to fantasy. How on earth am I going to talk to Zoe about this? A promise is a promise, after all.</i><<set $diary3 to 'read'>>
[[Back.|helendiarymenu]] Zoe waits patiently for her grandmother to return, excited to see the result of her sartorial decision. The dress is much, much more revealing than anything she’s seen Joan wearing before - unless of course you count those smutty pictures.
@@.j;I@@’@@.j;m not sure about this@@, comes Joan’s voice from her bedroom. @@.j;It@@’@@.j;s awfully risqué@@.
@@.z;Come on@@, @@.z;at least let me see it@@!
Joan pops her head around the door. She’s pinned her hair up, looking very sophisticated. @@.j;Did you realise how much body this thing lays bare@@?
@@.embold;Maybe don@@’@@.embold;t answer that@@.
@@.z;Come on@@, @@.z;Gran@@. @@.z;Get out here already@@.
To her credit, when Joan emerges, she doesn’t seem at all fazed. She strides out with confidence, head held high like a catwalk model. @@.z;<i>Woah</i>@@, thinks Zoe, gazing at her grandmother.
The dress fits her like a dream and she wears it like a goddess. Looking at Joan, Zoe realises where such clichés originate. While she might not look quite like she did in the photos taken by Janis, Joan carries herself like a person used to being worshipped, comfortable under the scrutiny of others.
The shimmering satin clings to her wide hips and through the slashed skirts Zoe sees flashes of her thigh, flesh leathery and blue-veined. And her breasts. @@.z;<i>Oh my</i>@@. Without the support of any bra, Joan’s pendulous tits hang down to just above her belly, the all-but-absent neckline framing their gravid plunge. They sway as she walks, the browned blush of an areola just edging out. Joan stops and strikes a pose, a hip stuck out to the side, arms out wide.
@@.embold;Sweet mother Joan@@.
Zoe stairs in lustful adoration, her eyes wide and her mouth slack.
@@.j;Was is it@@? Joan says, her expression falling into uncertainty. @@.j;It@@’@@.j;s horrible@@, @@.j;isn@@’@@.j;t it@@! She moves her hands over her chest, hiding her breasts in shame. @@.j;I knew it@@! @@.j;I@@’@@.j;m too old to dress like this@@.
@@.z;You look amazing@@! Zoe springs to her feet. She grabs Joan’s arms and pulls them away. Staring at her grandmother’s breasts she wants nothing else but to squeeze and fondle. They look so heavy, stretching Joan’s skin where they join her torso.
@@.j;Do you really think so@@?
@@.z;A thousand times yes@@! @@.z;Oh@@, @@.z;Granny@@, @@.z;I wish I was as@@ … she mimes fondling a massive pair of her own imaginary boobs … @@.z;busty@@.
@@.j;Well@@, says Joan, a slyly cocksure smile spreading over her lips. @@.j;I wasn@@’@@.j;t always this big@@. @@.j;It was only really after I had your father@@. @@.j;But never mind that@@. @@.j;You think it suits me@@?
@@.embold;Wow@@, @@.embold;she really craves the approval doesn@@’@@.embold;t she@@? @@.embold;I wonder how we can use that to our advantage@@.
@@.z;Most definitely@@.
@@.j;And I can keep it@@?
@@.z;Don@@’@@.z;t be silly@@! @@.z;Of course you can@@! @@.z;It@@’@@.z;s a present@@! @@.z;Hang on@@! Zoe takes her phone out of her pocket. @@.z;I have an idea@@.
[[Continue.|photoshoot1-2]]@@.z;Let@@’@@.z;s have a photoshoot@@!
Joan laughs and shakes her head. @@.j;I don@@’@@.j;t think so@@.
@@.z;Oh come on@@, @@.z;Gran@@. @@.z;Since when are you afraid of the camera@@?
@@.j;That was a long time ago@@. @@.j;Back when people wanted to see me@@.
@@.z;Give over@@. @@.z;It@@’@@.z;s just a bit of fun@@. @@.z;Come on@@, @@.z;indulge me@@.
Joan seems to think it over, then beams broadly. @@.j;All right@@, @@.j;just a few for old time@@’@@.j;s sake@@.
@@.embold;Let@@’@@.embold;s have some fun@@!
Zoe activates the camera on her phone and points it at her grandmother. @@.z;Come on@@. @@.z;Show me what you@@’@@.z;ve got@@.
Joan rolls her eyes, but does as she’s told, falling into her first pose. She stands tall, her body twisted at the waist and the forward shoulder raised. Zoe snaps the shot. @@.z;Other way@@. @@.z;Let@@’@@.z;s see that leg@@.
Joan swaps sides and lifts her leg ever so slightly, showing off her thigh. <i>Snap</i>! @@.z;Very nice@@. @@.z;The camera loves you@@. <i>Snap</i>!
They go through a number of poses and pretty soon it’s clear that Joan is really enjoying herself, falling into her role as model with ease. They laugh together as Joan pulls one pose after another. She’s so glamorous and refined. Even with her weathered and sagging skin, she would put many a younger and more nubile girl to shame.
@@.embold;I think we could push this a little more@@, @@.embold;don@@’@@.embold;t you@@?
@@.z;Hey@@, @@.z;why don@@’@@.z;t you lean forward a bit@@?
Joan raises an eyebrow. @@.j;Like this@@? She rests a hand on her outer thigh and tilts her body forward.
Zoe stands transfixed at the image on the screen. Joan’s breasts, slave to gravity, have flopped forwards and now they hang, just about covered by the dress. Joan turns her body.
@@.embold;Oh@@, @@.embold;it@@’@@.embold;s so obvious she@@’@@.embold;s done this before@@.
@@.z;Hold that@@, Zoe breathes, as she fingers the phone screen to zoom at Joan’s wanton display. The resolution is very good; Zoe can see a big purple blood vessel underneath the skin. She imagines it pulsing with life, beating in time to Joan’s heart. Still so much vitality in her, still so much to give. @@.z;Yeah@@, @@.z;that@@’@@.z;s perfect@@.
@@.j;This is a bit naughty@@, @@.j;isn@@’@@.j;t it@@?
@@.z;I guess@@. @@.z;But isn@@’@@.z;t it fun@@?
Joan stands up straight and massages her back. @@.j;As much as I agree with you@@, @@.j;I@@’@@.j;m not sure my body can keep up@@.
@@.z;OK@@. @@.z;Let@@’@@.z;s sit down for a bit@@. @@.z;I@@’@@.z;ll show you the pictures@@.
They sit down together on the couch and soon they’re laughing again, scrolling through the photos they’ve just taken.
@@.j;Hmm@@, says Joan when they reach the final pose. @@.j;I@@’@@.j;m not so sure about that@@.
@@.z;What do you mean@@? @@.z;They@@’@@.z;re the best ones@@!
Zoe cycles to the final picture, forgetting what it is. There, on the screen, is the close up shot of Joan’s dangling bosom. Zoe quickly swipes back.
@@.j;What was that@@! says Joan, shocked.
@@.z;Nothing@@! @@.z;Just messing around with the zoom@@. @@.z;I didn@@’@@.z;t mean to take it@@.
@@.j;Amazing little thing@@! @@.j;Not like the big bulky things they used when I was your age@@.
@@.z;I can print some of these off for you if you like@@?
@@.j;I don@@’@@.j;t think that will be necessary@@. @@.j;But thank you@@. @@.j;And thank you for all of this@@. @@.j;The dress@@, @@.j;the shoot@@. @@.j;It@@’@@.j;s been so much fun@@. She places her hand on Zoe’s leg. @@.j;You@@’@@.j;re such a sweetheart@@.
Zoe leans over and gives her grandmother a big kiss on the cheek. @@.z;You@@’@@.z;re welcome@@.
[[Continue.|Caravan]]<<set $joanstat[0].status to "1/10 = @@.j;Joan@@ has been reminded of her lustful past.", $joanstat[1].stage to '3', $shop to true, $shoplingerie to true>>Zoe looks at the lingerie on the screen, tapping her fingers on the desk. It was a difficult process, but she thinks she’s finally found the right thing for her grandmother.
It’s a purple lace bodice with an underwire brassiere for extra ‘lift’. According to the images on the webshop, it’s all but transparent so Joan’s big, dark nipples will show through the flimsy material with ease.The bodice is complemented with a matching lace thong, equally transparent.
Zoe scans through the possible extras, adding a garter belt, suspenders and stockings to complete the set. She looks at the price with a sharp intake of breath.
@@.embold;All for a good cause@@, @@.embold;don@@’@@.embold;t you think@@?
Zoe clicks the buy button before she can change her mind, making sure to select next day delivery.
[[Continue.|webshop]]<<set $shop to false, $shoplingerie to false, $lingeriepurchase to true, $delivery to true>>Zoe sits at her desk and takes Uncle Carl’s letter out of her pocket. Unfolding the missive, she skims it over, wondering at the dirty secret she’s uncovered.
@@.embold;Fortunate that Mum should already have a history of keeping it in the family@@. @@.embold;Where there@@’@@.embold;s precedent@@ ...
Zoe, thinking about the photo of her mother and uncle at the beach, imagines them at it under the pier. Brother and sister, hiding from their parents, learning each other's bodies one sordid step at a time. What a secret! But also, what shame they must have felt when Zoe’s grandparents discovered that their children were fucking. No wonder everything has always seemed so strained between the Emersons. All that estrangement, grandad always sniping at Uncle Carl whenever they were together, Helen always orchestrating a speedy getaway from the rare family gatherings. It shouldn’t have had to be like that.
@@.embold;Then why don@@’@@.embold;t you try and fix it@@?
Maybe she could help straighten things out? Work to bring the family back together again. Well, hopefully a little closer than they were before, but still. But where to start?
@@.embold;You should get in touch with Uncle Carl@@. @@.embold;Tell him his sister misses him@@.
Zoe signs in to her hotmail account and checks her contacts. @@.z;<i>Let me see</i>@@. There it is, her Uncle's email address.
Zoe cracks her knuckles and gets to work composing her message:
<i>Dear Uncle Carl,
It’s me, your favourite niece, Zoe. How are you? And how is Tom? Gosh, it’s been so long since I’ve seen either of you.
This might seem weird, and I know I haven’t spoken to you or Tom in ages, but I think you should speak to my mum about</i> …
Zoe trails off, thinking hard. How should she approach this? Should she tell him that she knows about him and her mother? It was such a long time ago, and there’s no way for her to know what hadn’t with them in years between Carl sending that letter and now. Perhaps it was all dead and buried.
Zoe deletes some of what she’s typed and starts again:
<i>I know you might think it’s strange me coming to you with this, with us not really being that close, but I was hoping I could talk to you about my mum. I’m worried about her and I don’t know if I can talk to Dad about it. Do you think you might be able to help? Please think about it. I'm so worried about her.
Let me know what you think. And say hi to Tom for me.
Lots of love,
Zoe</i>
@@.z;<i>There</i>@@, thinks Zoe, @@.z;<i>that should pique his interest</i>@@.
@@.embold;I@@’@@.embold;m sure he@@’@@.embold;ll be much easier to persuade face to face@@.
Zoe clicks the send button off and it goes. Nothing to do now but wait for a response.<<set $carlemail to true, $carlletter1 to false>>
[[Continue.|laptopscreen]] Loading up her Hotmail account, Zoe is happy to see that she’s received a reply from her uncle.
@@.embold;Eager@@. @@.embold;Let@@’@@.embold;s hope he@@’@@.embold;s taken the bait@@!
She opens the message:
<i>Dear Zoe,
Wow. This is unexpected. I don’t think I’ve ever had an email from you. And when was the last time I saw you? 4 or 5 Christmases ago, I think? That big family thing at my dad’s estate.</i>
Zoe remembers that one. Her grandad got drunk and ranted to the rest of the family about how much of a waste of space his only son had turned out to be. Recently divorced, Carl took it all in silence, his son Tom trembling in anger beside him.
<i>I can’t believe all those years have passed. Look, I don’t really know how to say this, but me and your Mum, we don’t exactly see eye to eye on things and I really don’t know what I could do. But she’s my sister, so I’ll do whatever I can.
Perhaps we could meet up this afternoon, if you’re free? I’d find it much easier if we could talk about this in person. Text me and I’ll come and pick you up.
Tom is fine, for all he tells me. <<if $tomphoto is true>>He says to tell Ben ‘thanks for the photo’, whatever that means. <</if>> I’ll hopefully hear from you soon,
Carl</i>
@@.embold;Perfect@@! @@.embold;One meeting with Uncle Carl coming right up@@. @@.embold;You better make sure you@@’@@.embold;ve got your story straight@@!
Zoe makes a note of her uncle's number and closes her inbox, wondering what he's going to be like after all this time. Still handsome, she hopes.
[[Continue.|laptopscreen]]<<set $carlreply to false, $carlmeet to true>>Zoe texts her uncle, asking him to come by and pick her up later that afternoon. She makes sure to tell him to pull up around the corner because she doesn’t want her mum to know what she’s doing. She hopes he understands that.
In a matter of minutes he texts back, telling Zoe that he’ll be over in a couple of hours. He tells her he understands the need for discretion and that he’ll wait by the off-license on Bishop’s Road.
She kills some time watching TV and starts <i>Blood Music</i> by Greg Bear. She’s just getting to a good part, a bit where the noocytes are assimilating the professor’s wife, when her phone buzzes in her pocket. It’s Uncle Carl. He’s here and waiting for her.
Zoe leaps to her feet. She’s excited, very excited.
@@.embold;Steady on@@, @@.embold;girl@@. @@.embold;We@@’@@.embold;ve got to go carefully here@@. @@.embold;Let us take a delicate approach@@.
Zoe wrinkles her nose. A delicate approach? She just wants her mother to get laid already!
@@.embold;I can@@'@@.embold;t help but admire your enthusiasm for our cause@@!
@@.z;Mum@@! @@.z;Dad@@! Zoe shouts back into the house. @@.z;I@@’@@.z;m just going out@@. @@.z;I@@’@@.z;ll be back later@@. She doesn’t wait for reply, but grabs her keys, and sets off.
[[Continue.|carlmeet2]]Zoe strides out across the driveway. She’s walking with purpose, a girl on a mission.
<i>Good morning</i>, <i>Miss Morgan</i>, says the man washing his car in the driveway to the right. <i>Marvelous day</i>, <i>isn</i>’<i>t it</i>?
@@.z;Sure is@@, @@.z;Mr Reynolds@@.
<i>You have a lovely afternoon now</i>.
@@.z;You too@@, @@.z;Mr Reynolds@@.
Zoe jogs down the street, fired up at the prospect of meeting her uncle after so long. She remembers him as a handsome, well built, and masculine figure. There was a sadness about him, granted, a look in his eye that spoke of resignation, but it was a dignified sadness. Noble. She turns a corner onto Bishop Road. Helen would be a lucky woman to get a chance to fall back into those loving arms. As interested in Ben and his big cock as she is, Zoe can’t help but feel jealous that she couldn’t have had a brother like Carl.
<i>Zoe</i>! <i>Over here</i>! There’s a man over the road, just outside the off-license, standing next to a banged-up looking car. Uncle Carl? The man accosting her, if he is Carl, is a far cry from the man she’d just been imagining. He’s thin, deathly so, his face gaunt and hollow-looking. <i>It</i>’<i>s me</i>, <i>Carl</i>.
Zoe crosses the road, not without certain misgivings. Does she really want to get in a car with this man? What if it’s not Carl, but some crack-head who’s somehow stolen his identity and will drive her away to some secluded area and -
@@.embold;Jeeze@@, @@.embold;relax would you@@! @@.embold;Remember who@@’@@.embold;s in control here@@, @@.embold;all right@@? @@.embold;People change@@. @@.embold;Just get in the damn car and convince your uncle that he needs to start fucking his sister again@@!
@@.z;Hi Carl@@, says Zoe. He’s holding his hand out awkwardly. Is she supposed to shake it? @@.z;<i>Fuck it</i>@@, she thinks, and hugs him instead, making sure to press her body hard against his. @@.z;How@@’@@.z;re you doing@@?
He looks taken aback for a moment, but quickly shakes it off. <i>Oh</i>, <i>you know</i>. <i>Getting by</i>. <i>Ready to tell me what this is about</i>?
Zoe walks round to the other side of the car and opens the door. @@.z;Let@@’@@.z;s go for a drive@@, @@.z;shall we@@?
[[Continue.|carlmeet3]]So Carl takes them for a drive around suburbia. They engage in small talk, catching up on the five years they’ve missed. Zoe learns that not long after Carl and his wife, Tanya, got divorced, she pursued legal action against him, claiming what he thought was more than her fair share of their combined property. Carl, devastated by the split, which he had in no way foreseen, did not have the resolve to challenge her. He lost their house, the car, most of their money and custody of their son. That changed quickly, however, when Tanya got engaged to a rich, and much older, investment banker who whisked her off to live in New York. Carl was saddled with Tom, now a teenager of a particularly difficult breed.
Zoe listening to Carl spill his guts out to her and feels deeply sorry for him. He was a broken man.
@@.embold;All the more reason to go ahead with the plan@@.
@@.z;<i>That</i>@@’@@.z;<i>s true</i>@@, thinks Zoe as Carl starts telling her how he’d just been turned down for promotion again. @@.z;<i>Mum and Uncle Carl can help each other feel better</i>@@. @@.z;<i>They both deserve to be happy</i>@@.
<i>What</i>’<i>s the matter with Helen then</i>? says Carl. <i>I thought her and Terry were supposed to be perfect for each other</i>.
Zoe wonders whether that’s resentment she hears in her uncle’s voice. @@.z;I wish I knew@@, sighs Zoe. @@.z;Dad@@’@@.z;s just on another planet most of the time and Mum@@, @@.z;well@@, @@.z;Mum just spends all day watching TV and drinking wine@@.
<i>Sounds familiar</i>. <i>Swap out the wine for whisky and it</i>’<i>s not far from my lifestyle</i>.
@@.embold;Jesus@@, @@.embold;he@@’@@.embold;s not drunk now is he@@?
<i>Listen</i>, <i>Zoe</i>. <i>It</i>’<i>s really good to see you but I honestly don</i>’<i>t know how I can possibly help</i>.
@@.z;You could give her a call@@. @@.z;Go for a cup of coffee or something@@.
<i>I wish it was that easy</i>.
@@.z;What@@’@@.z;s hard about going for a cup of coffee@@?
<i>Your Mum and me</i>. <i>There</i>’<i>s</i> ... Carl hesitates, searching for the words. <i>We haven</i>’<i>t always had the easiest of relationships</i>.
@@.z;You@@’@@.z;re talking about what you did with each other when you were kids@@?
Carl visibly stiffens, his hands going white at the steering wheel.
@@.z;<i>Please don</i>@@’@@.z;<i>t go crazy</i>@@. @@.z;<i>Please don</i>@@’@@.z;<i>t go crazy</i>@@. @@.z;<i>Please don</i>@@’@@.z;<i>t go crazy</i>@@.
[[Continue.|meetcarl4]]
Carl pulls the car over to the curb and turns off the engine. Staring straight ahead he says, <i>What did you say</i>?
@@.embold;Well@@, @@.embold;there@@’@@.embold;s no going back now@@.
@@.z;Mum told me all about it@@, lies Zoe. @@.z;About your special relationship@@, @@.z;and then how your mum and dad caught you and sent you off to boarding school@@.
Carl sucks in a deep, deep breath, holding it for a moment and before letting it out in a great sigh. He turns to Zoe, looking sheepish. <i>She told you about that</i>?
Zoe nods and says, @@.z;Yeah@@, @@.z;she did@@. @@.z;I@@’@@.z;ve known for a while@@.
<i>God</i>, he says, looking down towards the footwell. <i>I can</i>’<i>t imagine what you must think of me</i>.
@@.z;What do you mean@@?
Suddenly Carl looks desperate and Zoe can see that if they weren’t sitting in the car he’d be on his knees, pleading for understanding. <i>I never forced myself on her</i>, he moans. <i>We both wanted it</i>. <i>We knew what we were doing</i>.
@@.z;Uncle Carl@@. Zoe puts her hand on his shoulder. @@.z;It@@’@@.z;s OK@@. @@.z;I know it wasn@@’@@.z;t like that@@. @@.z;Mum made sure I knew that it was her decision too@@.
<i>So she</i>’<i>s not angry with me</i>?
Zoe is on precarious ground now. Having no idea what actually happened between Helen and Carl, she could easily make mistakes in her story.
@@.z;I don@@’@@.z;t think so@@. @@.z;Maybe she was once@@, @@.z;but not any more@@. @@.z;What happened@@?
Carl sags in his seat. <i>Mum and Dad sent me off to that awful boarding school</i>. <i>Before we left Dad said that I was the most disgusting and shameful thing he</i>’<i>d ever had the displeasure of knowing</i>.
@@.z;That@@’@@.z;s terrible@@.
He shakes his head. <i>I think he might have been right</i>. <i>I mean</i>, <i>look at me</i>. <i>Look at what I</i>’<i>ve become</i>.
@@.embold;Get him back on track@@, @@.embold;quick@@!
@@.z;But why did you not try and talk to her about it@@? @@.z;Surely after all you had together@@, @@.z;she would have listened to you@@.
<i>They made damn sure I was never alone with her ever again and Dad never got tired of telling me what he thought out of me</i>. His voice starts to waver but he bites back the tears. <i>I never got to tell her what it all meant to me</i>. <i>I wrote letters</i>, <i>but she never replied to them</i>. <i>Then she met your father and I just</i> ...
@@.z;Mum showed me one of those letters@@. @@.z;It was beatiful@@, @@.z;Carl@@. @@.z;You must have really loved her@@.
<i>She kept them</i>? Something sounds lighter in Carl’s voice. A glimmer of hope?
@@.z;She only ever showed me one@@. @@.z;But listen to me@@, @@.z;Carl@@. @@.z;I@@’@@.z;m sorry for what happened to you@@. @@.z;I@@’@@.z;m sorry you@@’@@.z;ve had such a shitty life@@. @@.z;But right now my mum is hurting and she needs you@@.
<i>But what about what we did</i>. <i>Don</i>’<i>t you think it was wrong</i>?
@@.z;<i>Oh</i>@@, @@.z;<i>Uncle Carl</i>@@! @@.z;<i>It makes me wet just thinking about it</i>@@! Zoe shakes away the thought. @@.z;<i>Concentrate</i>@@!
@@.z;That@@’@@.z;s not for me to say@@. @@.z;But please@@, @@.z;try and help her@@!
Carl stares ahead. Zoe can only imagine the conflict taking place inside of him right now. Should he go back and risk digging up the past? What if it all goes wrong? But, then again, what if it means he gets to touch her again. Feel her moving next to him. Moving around him. Sliding down onto his cock. Bouncing up and down, up and down, up down, up and down.
@@.embold;Hey@@! @@.embold;Pervert@@! @@.embold;Save it for later@@.
Zoe, realising that she had been rocking in her seat, grinding her thighs together, quickly stops and straightens herself out.
<i>I</i>’<i>ll do it</i>, says Uncle Carl resolutely. <i>I</i>’<i>ll do it</i>! <i>What have I got to lose</i>?
@@.z;I@@’@@.z;m not asking you to fix things@@. @@.z;Just remind her that she@@’@@.z;s not alone@@. @@.z;At the very least give her a call@@.
<i>Right</i>. <i>Yes</i>. <i>A call</i>.
[[Continue.|meetcarl5]]
Carl starts the engine again and they continue to drive. Zoe notices that a change has come over her uncle. He’s still nervous as hell, but there’s a new, more positive, energy too. They talk easily, Carl telling her tales of the things him and Helen got up to when they were young. Soon Zoe is laughing, and he is too. When he drops her back at the off-license she almost doesn’t want to leave.
She’s seeing glimmers of a different man in her uncle, a man she could easily see herself wanting to please. Perhaps somewhere down the line, she’ll get a chance, sharing him with her mother.
@@.embold;It@@’@@.embold;s always good to have a goal@@.
<i>Well</i>, <i>here we are</i>.
@@.z;Yup@@. @@.z;I suppose I@@'@@.z;d better get back@@. Zoe kisses him on the cheek, resting her hand dangerously close to his crotch as she leans over the gear stick. @@.z;Thanks Uncle Carl@@. @@.z;I knew I could count on you@@.
<i>Hey</i>, <i>let</i>’<i>s not get ahead of ourselves here</i>. <i>She might not even want to talk to me</i>.
@@.z;Oh@@, @@.z;she will@@. @@.z;Trust me on this one@@.
Zoe waves goodbye and gets out of the car. She watches him drive off and nods, feeling pretty pleased with herself.
@@.embold;You@@’@@.embold;d better make sure Helen is ready for him@@.
Zoe heads back home, daydreaming about lying next to her mother as Uncle Carl fucks both of them in turn.
@@.embold;Seems like you@@'@@.embold;re ready enough@@.
[[Continue.|Livingroom]]<<set $carl to 'met'>><<set $carlmeet to false>>Zoe settles into her happy place, tucked up in bed with a book. She’s decided to reread <i>Ender’s Game</i>, one of her favourites and the book that got her into science-fiction. It’s not easy going, however, and she finds herself getting distracted by certain thoughts:
@@.embold;Ender not sent to Battle School but instead staying on Earth and getting closer to his sister@@. @@.embold;Perhaps Peter would walk in one day and catch Valentine sucking Ender@@’@@.embold;s cock and instead of getting angry would just patiently wait his turn@@. @@.embold;Saying that@@, @@.embold;she could probably take both of them at once@@. @@.embold;Why struggle with efforts to influence history when you can just stay home and fuck@@? @@.embold;And if the buggers do show up@@? @@.embold;Well@@, @@.embold;she can just fuck them too@@!
She’s about to slide her hand down her panties when there’s a knock at the door.
@@.z;Come in@@, says Zoe, slightly frustrated.
The door opens and Helen’s head pops around the side. @@.h;It@@’@@.h;s only me@@. @@.h;Can I come in@@?
Zoe folds the corner of the page she was on and puts the book down. @@.z;Yeah@@, @@.z;course@@. @@.z;You OK@@?
@@.h;Yes@@. @@.h;I@@’@@.h;m fine@@. @@.h;I was just wondering if I could get your advice on something@@.
@@.z;Anytime@@, @@.z;Mum@@. @@.z;What is it@@?
Helen steps timidly into the bedroom. Zoe’s jaw drops.
@@.z;Oh my God@@, @@.z;Mum@@! @@.z;You look amazing@@.
And so she does. Helen’s dressed to the nines, and made up too. Her little black dress is strapless and very, very short, the skirt ending a good way before her knee, meaning there’s a lot of thigh on display. The dress might not exactly show much in the way of boob, but they look great regardless, stretching out the fabric. Her makeup looks good too. Subtle, but she wears it so rarely that the modest addition of lipstick, mascara and eyeshadow is really striking. Her hair looks sleek and shiny, pinned out of her eyes with a small but pretty clip. She looks stunning.
@@.h;Do you think so@@? @@.h;It@@’@@.h;s not a little too much@@, @@.h;is it@@? @@.h;Or too little?@@
@@.z;It@@’@@.z;s perfect@@. @@.z;Go on@@, @@.z;give me a twirl@@.
Helen turns around slowly. Yep, her arse looks great! The dress hugs its curves tightly. And as for those big meaty thighs … @@.z;What@@’@@.z;s it all for@@?
@@.h;I@@’@@.h;m going out@@, says Helen, shrugging as if it means nothing at all.
@@.z;You@@’@@.z;re going out@@?! @@.z;Who with@@?
@@.h;Do you remember Sarah@@? @@.h;I used to work with her at the school@@.
@@.z;Vaguely@@. A fairly severe woman. Thin, tall, with long black hair.
@@.h;She@@’@@.h;s getting remarried so she@@’@@.h;s getting some friends together and going out to celebrate@@. @@.h;She called and asked if I wanted to come@@.
Zoe gets out of bed and hugs her mother. @@.z;That@@’@@.z;s so good@@! @@.z;You@@’@@.z;re going to have a great time@@!
@@.h;I don@@’@@.h;t know@@, says Helen into her daughter’s shoulder. @@.h;I@@’@@.h;ve not been out like this in years@@.
Zoe steps back so she can look Helen in the eye. @@.z;Remember what we talked about@@. @@.z;This is just the sort of opportunity you need@@. @@.z;Those men are going to be looking at you and you@@’@@.z;re going to love it@@.
@@.h;What makes you so sure@@? @@.h;What if they don@@’@@.h;t even notice me@@?
@@.z;Oh@@, @@.z;I don@@’@@.z;t think that@@’@@.z;s very likely@@. Zoe places her hands on her mother’s waist. @@.z;You look <i>very</i> sexy@@.
Helen wriggles out of her grip. @@.h;Give over@@!
Zoe’s hand shoots out and grabs Helen’s wrist. @@.z;I mean it@@, @@.z;Mum@@. @@.z;I@@’@@.z;d do anything for a body like yours@@. @@.z;Don@@’@@.z;t let it go to waste@@.
@@.h;Jesus@@, @@.h;Zoe@@, @@.h;OK@@. @@.h;I get it@@. She pulls herself free. @@.h;My taxi is going to be here soon@@. @@.h;I should go@@.
Zoe watches her mother leave and smiles a naughty smile, thinking of all those lucky men.
@@.embold;Let@@’@@.embold;s hope she gives them what they want@@.
[[Go to bed.|helennightoutback]]Zoe is woken by a crash and a thump from downstairs. She sits up suddenly, listening out for more. Before, she’d have been terrified by noises in the night, but now, primed for opportunity, she wants to investigate. She looks at her phone: it’s just past 4 AM.
She lips out of bed, putting on her slippers and a sweatshirt. She tiptoes out onto the landing and looks down the stairs. There’s a light on in the living room. Creeping half way down, she peers through the bannisters.
It’s Helen, back from her night out. She stumbles out of the kitchen with a pint glass of water, stopping half way to the sofa to glug deeply. She puts the glass down on the table and collapses back onto the sofa, her arms outstretched.
@@.embold;Better go and find out if she@@’@@.embold;s OK@@.
@@.z;Mum@@? @@.z;Is that you@@?
Helen’s head flops back off the side of the sofa. @@.h;Hello Zoe@@! @@.h;Guess what@@?
@@.z;You@@’@@.z;re drunk@@?
Helen makes a silly pout. @@.h;No fun@@, she says @@.h;How did you know@@?
@@.z;Just a little feeling@@. Zoe stops next to the sofa, looking down at her mother. Helen’s hair is messed up and her mascara is smudged. The scent of spirits wafting up from her is strong. @@.z;Did you have a good time@@?
Helen lurches upright and nearly loses her balance, putting her arms out to stop her. @@.h;Woah@@, she says, then bursts out laughing.
@@.z;I@@’@@.z;ll take that as a yes@@.
Zoe’s mother hauls herself up from the sofa and, taking her daughter’s hands in hers, starts to sway from side to side, sashaying her hips. @@.h;Oh Zoe@@. @@.h;I had such a wonderful time@@. @@.h;We danced and we drank and@@, she fixes Zoe with a mischievous eye. @@.h;You <i>have</i> to come with us next time@@.
@@.embold;You should remind her why she went@@.
Zoe lets Helen spin her around. @@.z;So@@, she says when they’re facing each other again. @@.z;Did you meet any nice men@@?
@@.h;This again@@? @@.h;You and your men@@. @@.h;Is it all you ever talk about@@?
@@.z;Well@@, @@.z;did you@@?
Helen makes a haughty face. @@.h;A girl doesn@@’@@.h;t kiss and tell@@. She sticks her tongue out and then laughs.
@@.z;What about a woman@@?
Helen takes hold of Zoe’s chin and gives it a shake. @@.h;Tricksy little girl@@, she drawls. @@.h;Urgh@@! she says, clapping a hand to her forehead. @@.h;I need something to drink@@. She picks up the glass of water, sloshing a good amount onto the table. Her aim is a little off, however, and she misses her mouth and pours it down her front. @@.h;Whoops@@! @@.h;Silly me@@. @@.h;I spilled it@@.
@@.z;Oh Mum@@! @@.z;What are you like@@? @@.z;Let me go and get a cloth@@. Zoe goes to the kitchen to fetch a tea towel. But, back in the living room, the situation has changed.
@@.embold;Hello@@!
It seems Helen has taken matters into her own drunken hands. She’s part way through trying to take off her dress off over her head but has gotten stuck in the process. Her arms are caught in the material that is bunched up over her head, hands waving ineffectually, leaving her torso bare.
@@.z;Mum@@?
Helen spins around and there they are. Freed from confinement her braless breasts are in full view. Full tear-drop globes, big puffy nipples. Zoe licks her lips, hypnotised her mother’s jiggling tits. @@.h;I@@’@@.h;m stuck@@, mewls Helen, wiggling this way and that.
Zoe slowly approaches, eyes locked. @@.z;I can see that@@. @@.z;Do you need a hand@@?
@@.embold;Go on@@, @@.embold;just give them a little squeeze@@. @@.embold;Perhaps a little suckle too@@. @@.embold;She won@@’@@.embold;t be able to stop you@@.
Zoe reaches her hand out to touch but stops, her fingertips mere centimetres away from her mother’s nipple.
@@.embold;The brainworm@@, @@.embold;sensing hesitation@@, @@.embold;takes control@@. @@.embold;It takes Zoe@@’@@.embold;s hand and places it on Helen@@’@@.embold;s right breast@@, @@.embold;cupping it with a slight lift@@.
@@.z;<i>Oh God</i>@@! @@.z;<i>I</i>@@’@@.z;<i>m touching Mum</i>@@’@@.z;<i>s boob</i>@@! It’s heavy, but just as soft as she’d imagined. She gives it a little squeeze, delighting in how it gives under the pressure.
@@.h;What are you doing@@? @@.h;That tickles@@!
Zoe, no longer needing prompts from the brainworm, cups Helen’s left breast with her other hand. They feel so good, better than she imagined actually.
@@.h;Hey@@. @@.h;Stop that@@. @@.h;Help me out of this thing@@.
Zoe gives her mother’s tits one last squeeze and lets go. @@.z;OK@@, @@.z;Mum@@. @@.z;One second@@. She reaches up and helps Helen extricate herself from the tangle of her dress.
Helen’s head emerges, her face red. She blows her hair out of her face and says, @@.h;Stupid thing@@. She’s holding the sodden dress over her boobs. @@.h;I need to go to bed@@. @@.h;I wonder if Terry might want to fuck me@@?
@@.z;Errr@@, @@.z;I don@@’@@.z;t know@@. @@.z;He might@@?
@@.h;Pffft, I doubt it very much@@, Helen replies heading towards the stairs. @@.h;But whatever@@. @@.h;I don@@’@@.h;t need him@@, @@.h;do I@@?
@@.z;No@@, @@.z;you don@@’@@.z;t@@, says Zoe, staring at her mother’s big bum. @@.z;But you be careful on those stairs@@.
Zoe, now alone in the living room, grins to herself. @@.embold;Enjoy yourself@@? She nods and looks at her hands, remembering the feel of Helen’s perfect bosom. @@.z;Yes I did@@.
[[Back to bed.|daypassage]]<<set $helenstat[1].diaryadd += 1, $helenstat[1].stage to '4'>><<set $helenstat[0].status to "2/10 - @@.h;Helen@@ is showing signs of greatly reduced inhibitions.">><i>Dear Diary,
Well, I did what Zoe said. I went out last night and now I’m paying the price for it. I can’t remember ever feeling this rough. How much did I drink? My head feels like it’s going to split in two and my stomach like it’s trying to climb into my throat. But I’m not going to be sick. I’m not.
OK - scratch that last thing. I was sick.
Terry wouldn’t even look at me this morning. I must have done something to piss him off last night, but I have no idea what. I can barely remember a thing. I can just about recall getting in a taxi outside the kebab shop, but after that? Nada! But I managed to get undressed and into bed without too much of a problem.
Did I have a good time? I suppose I did. It was lovely to see Sarah again after so long. Her other friends were fun too and made me feel really welcome. My hips are sore from all that dancing, but it was worth it.
And, if I think about it, it did feel good being watched - because it was so, so obvious that the men in the club were watching. Not just me, of course they were watching all the women on the dance floor, but I saw their eyes pointed my way. I never thought I’d catch myself thinking this, but I liked having their eyes on me, knowing that their desire was for my body. Terry never looks at me like that any more. But why should I mind that, when all it takes is a short skirt and a bit of free movement and I can have men half his age falling all around me. Zoe was right. I don’t need him at all. I love him - I don’t think I ever won’t - but I can’t let that love turn me into some sad old thing, as good as a spinster. I can take responsibility for my own needs just like he does his. Zoe, zoe, zoe. Where does she get her insights from?</i>
[[Back.|helendiarymenu]]<<set $diarypage4 to 'read'>>Zoe checks the messaging app on her phone and sees that she’s got a new message from Carl. It says:
<i>Hey Zoe. Just wanted to say thanks for everything. I’ve been spending time with your mum and it’s been really good to see her again. I don’t think I would have done it if you hadn’t said what you did. You’re a good niece and an even better daughter. Helen is lucky to have you. Come and see me again soon. Tom would really like it too. Love, Uncle Carl</i>
So that’s where she’s been getting to. The plan worked! They’re probably not fucking yet, but it’s a start, whatever the case.
@@.embold;You should try and find out what exactly they@@’@@.embold;ve been getting up to@@.
@@.z;<i>But how</i>@@? @@.z;<I>I can</i>@@’@@.z;<I>t just ask her or she</i>@@’@@.z;<I>ll know I had something to do with it</i>@@.
@@.embold;Be patient@@. @@.embold;The opportunity will arise@@.
Zoe quickly types out a response:
<i>That’s great, Uncle Carl. I’m so happy for you both :) I’m sure seeing you again will be good for Mum too. Just don’t get up to anything you shouldn’t ;) xxx </i>
She clicks send and then pockets her phone.
[[Continue|zoeroom]].<<set $helenstat[1].stage to '9'>>Zoe has some fun playing with Molly's buttplug. She'll get it stuck up there if she's not careful.
For full scene click <<click "here">>\<<replace "#output">>: Zoe, having stripped naked, takes Molly’s buttplug out of her bedside drawer and looks at it uneasily. @@.z;<i>And I</i>@@’@@.z;<i>m supposed to put this in my bum</i>@@?
@@.embold;Looks that way@@. @@.embold;What@@’@@.embold;s the worry@@? @@.embold;You can take it@@.
Zoe tries to wrap her thumb and finger around the plug’s widest point and finds that the tips don’t even touch. She quails at the thought of trying to force something that big inside her body.
@@.embold;Don@@’@@.embold;t be such a coward@@. @@.embold;You need to start training that hole@@.
@@.z;<i>Hmm</i>@@?
@@.embold;There@@’@@.embold;ll be bigger things than that plug coming in and out before long@@.
Zoe shakes away that strange thought, instead reaching back into the drawer for the tube of lubricant. She looks at the instructions on the side, wondering whether there’s a use by date.
@@.embold;It@@’@@.embold;ll be fine@@. @@.embold;Squeeze a little bit into your hand@@.
Zoe does as the voice tells her.
@@.embold;Now rub it around your anus@@.
Leaning forward slightly, her hand on the bedside table, Zoe reaches back and wipes her hand between her bottom cheeks, rubbing it around her arsehole. It feels strange, warm and tingly. Her fingers slip up and down with increasing ease. She pushes a little harder and giggles as her fingertip slides right inside.
@@.embold;Very good@@. @@.embold;Now@@, @@.embold;why don@@’@@.embold;t you enjoy that for a little while@@. @@.embold;Add a few more fingers@@.
Zoe does that, adding a second and then a third. There’s practically no resistance as they slide in, her hole stretching nicely to welcome her slickened fingers.
@@.embold;Excellent@@. @@.embold;The sphincter seems sufficiently relaxed@@. @@.embold;Now for the next stage@@.
Zoe is reluctant to remove her fingers, but she knows what she needs to do. She grabs the plug and is about to try and stick it in.
@@.embold;Wait a moment@@! @@.embold;Lube first@@.
Zoe giggles and squirts some of the gel onto the funny shaped toy. She smears it about until it’s so slippery she can barely keep a hold of it. Then she reaches back, spreading her feet for support, and pokes at her well-lubricated hole with its tip. It slides in quite some way until it’s quickly broadening width starts to find resistance. Zoe pushes a little harder and feels her arsehole stretch. While not exactly painful, it’s a strange feeling.
@@.embold;Why not imagine it@@’@@.embold;s something else@@.
Zoe closes her eyes and does just that. She imagines that her brother is standing behind her, probing at her anus with his big fat cock. She starts to move the plug in and out, pushing it a little deeper each time. She trembles at her continued thoughts. So naughty. She’d never even been fucked in her pussy and now here she is fantasising about getting it in her arsehole. And from her brother of all people.
@@.embold;He@@’@@.embold;s certainly equipped for it@@.
Zoe can’t argue with that. The plug is now almost all the way inside, but Zoe feels like she could easily take more.
@@.embold;Your Dad too@@?
Zoe's eyes widen at the thought. Two cocks inside her butt at once? Her sphincter seems to suck the plug the rest of the way in, Zoe grunting with the effort and her lip curling in lewd pleasure. Her poor, ravaged arsehole clamps around the thin handle. She stands up, her legs a little unsteady, feeling the mass of the buttplug now lodged inside of her. She sinks to a crouch and slides one hand between her thighs, finding her clit with practised ease, realising with a quickening of her pulse she’s already so close to coming. She rubs herself quickly while reaching back for the handle of the plug; she’s got an idea.
Quickly bringing herself to the edge, Zoe whips the plug back out of her arse, rapidly stretching the sphincter with its great girth. She convulses with the orgasm, feeling her juices gush from her pussy to soak the carpet beneath her. She rams it back in savagely, tearing it back out with the same breath. The orgasm she’s given herself is short but incredibly intense. She flops onto her side, her rapidly cooling gush cold and clammy against her skin. <</replace>>\<</click>><span id="output"></span><<set $zoesex[0].energylevel -= 1, $zoesex[0].mast += 1, $zoesex[0].org += 1>><<set $analinfest to true>>
[[Continue.|masturbatemenu]]<<if $daytime is 'Morning'>><<set $daytime to 'Afternoon'>><<elseif $daytime is 'Afternoon'>><<set $daytime to 'Evening'>><<elseif $daytime is 'Evening'>><<set $daytime to 'Night'>><</if>>As Zoe reaches the bottom of the stairs, the front door opens and in walks Helen. Zoe watches her hanging up her coat and handbag, noticing the difference in her demeanour. For a start, she’s smiling. Nothing too blatant, but there’s a lift to the corners of her mouth that wasn’t there before, and the frown lines are so much less pronounced.
@@.z;You@@’@@.z;re in a good mood@@, says Zoe, leaning on the bannister.
@@.h;I suppose I am@@, says Helen. It sounds as if she’s realising it for the first time.
@@.z;Any particular reason@@?
Helen’s smile grows but she checks it, turning away and pursing her lips. @@.h;Does there need to be a reason@@?
@@.z;I suppose not@@. @@.z;I@@’@@.z;ll just say that I’m glad and leave you to enjoy the feeling@@.
Helen wanders off towards the kitchen, humming an aimless tune.
@@.embold;It looks like our plan might be working@@. @@.embold;You should see if you can find out for sure@@.
[[Continue|Livingroom]].<<set $helenstat[1].stage to '10', $helenstat[1].diaryadd += 1>><i>Dear Diary,
Today I did something I promised my parents I would never do. Something I promised myself I would never do.
I went to visit my brother.
He texted me out of the blue, saying that he missed me and would do anything to see me again. He was never comfortable with words, or expressing his feelings, but I remember the depths that lie behind that inarticulacy. Well, I don’t know what came over me, but I said that I would meet him.
Maybe it’s Zoe’s influence, pushing me to take control of my life and responsibility for my own desires. But anyway, I met Carl at Spirella’s coffee house in town. It was pretty awkward at first. In many ways Carl is a broken man. He’s lost a lot of weight since I last him and his face is pinched and drawn. He struggled to look at me directly, and shied away when I tried to touch him. But slowly, things got easier. He told me about his life, and I told him about mine, and gradually we circled closer to the thing we had been dancing around the whole time.
I never really got to the bottom of my feelings about what happened. After Mum and Dad sent Carl off to boarding school, they treated me like I was a victim and him some sort of monster. Mum used to sit with me and cry, telling me over and over that she was sorry. I tried to tell her that it was all just as me as Carl, but that just made her worse. Between that, and the therapy, I suppose I started to believe them. Maybe Carl did coerce me.
Being alone with him again completely shattered all of those delusions. There he was. Quiet, calm, kind: my Carl. I can’t believe I ever let them convince me he was ever anything but.
Of course, so many years have passed and our lives have changed. He has Tom and I have Terry and the kids. I don’t think we can ever go back to the way things were when we were kids. But, even as I write, I think of what Zoe told me and wonder. But would he want me?
Oh. I’m just happy to be seeing him again. We’ve so much lost time to make up for.</i>
[[Back.|helendiarymenu]]<<if $helencarlfollow is 'notdone'>><<set $diary5 to 'read'>><</if>>Once again, Helen is nowhere to be found. This time, however, Zoe has a fairly good idea where she might be.
@@.embold;Catching up on all those lost years@@? @@.embold;She@@’@@.embold;s certainly not wasting any time@@.
It pleases Zoe to think of her mother and Carl getting close again, but she’s impatient to be more involved somehow. She can read Helen’s diary, sure, but what she really wants is first hand evidence.
@@.embold;Then go and get it@@.
She could do that, actually. She knows where Carl lives; all it would take is getting a taxi over there. Then she could see if her plan to fertilise Helen’s sex life is bearing fruit.
@@.embold;Then what are you waiting for@@?
Zoe makes the call. A taxi is on its way.
[[Continue|carlhelen2]].<<set $helencarlfollow to 'done'>>Looking into the living room, Zoe sees her mother and uncle sitting together on his sofa. They look a little awkward, but they are talking. It looks like Carl might be crying; he wipes his eyes with the back of his hand and Helen has her hand on his shoulder. Zoe can see their lips moving and wishes she could hear what is being said. Carl shakes his head and then laughs. Helen hugs him and, with her eyes closed, she looks so calm. The hug goes on for some time. Zoe watches, completely riveted, as Helen pulls away, brushing her hand down her brother’s face. Her other hand alights on his leg and a second later they’re kissing.
Zoe can hardly believe it! It’s a deep kiss and she watches in amazement as Helen’s hand travels higher up Uncle Carl’s leg. When she starts rubbing his crotch he stiffens, twisting away and shaking his head frantically. He tries to hold her hands at bay but it appears Helen can be pretty insistent when she wants to be.
@@.embold;Is this what you were hoping for@@? @@.embold;You should get some documentary evidence@@
Zoe tears her eyes away from the scene to retrieve her phone and activates its camera. When she looks back, Helen is pressing her attack harder. She’s kissing her brother’s neck passionately, pushing her body against his. Taking his hand, she presses it against one of her breasts. Zoe takes picture after picture. The next thing she knows, her mother is fiddling with Uncle Carl’s trouser zipper. With practised ease, she draws out his half-flaccid cock and, still kissing him, she starts to stroke him off with a slow and easy motion. Zoe absentmindedly slips a hand into her now sopping wet panties.
The look on Uncle Carl’s face betrays a conflict of emotions. One part of him seems to be very much enjoying his sister’s attention, but there’s an unease too and his body is almost as stiff as his cock. Clearly the unease wins out, because he springs to his feet. Helen looks simultaneously shocked and saddened at the rejection. Carl is standing with his back to her, his head in his hands but his dick rigid in defiance of his emotions. Helen sets her jaw and gets up, following him across the room. She presses herself up against his back, wrapping her arms around to his front. When her hands relocate his penis, Carl seems to give in. He closes his eyes and let his head fall back as his sister gets back to her pumping.
Zoe continues to take pictures, rubbing her hard little clit in a gentle circular motion. In the house, Helen manoeuvres herself so she’s in front of her brother. She lets him kiss her neck and pull down her top and the cup of her bra. He leans down and takes one of her big nipples into his mouth, sucking greedily. Helen responds by pushing him back with both hands. He lands back on the sofa and before he can react, Helen has pried open his legs and set herself crouched between his knees.
When she takes her brother’s cock into her mouth Carl becomes a different man. He’s fully relaxed now, his arms pillowed comfortably behind his head and a look of dumb bliss plastered across his face as Helen’s head bobs up and down over his crotch. Zoe aims her camera carefully, zooming in to get a better picture.
Zoe strains to get a look and almost loses her balance. With her phone in one hand and the other down her leggings, it’s not easy. She’s going to come soon; she can feel it in her belly, that delicious, warm tightening. Her mother’s head is bobbing faster now; with her arms planted on her brother’s thighs, she rocks forwards from her waist. @@.z;<i>God</i>@@, @@.z;<I>she must be taking him all the way in</i>@@!
Carl must be reaching his climax too, because he moves his hands onto his sister’s head, carefully holding her as she sucks. When he shoots, Zoe can just about hear his muffled cry through the double-glazing. She orgasms too, a shuddering delight that she forces out of herself with a bestial grunt. She falls down onto her bottom, almost dropping her phone.
@@.embold;Any opportunity@@! @@.embold;You@@’@@.embold;re insatiable@@, @@.embold;girl@@.
Fighting the cramp in her thighs, Zoe hauls herself up and peers back through the window. Consider the lewd things that have just taken place, the scene now looks remarkably wholesome. Helen is now sitting between her brother’s legs with her head resting on his thigh. Carl’s expression is pure contentment. As he strokes his sister’s hair, she smiles warmly, her eyes closed and a little trail of cum at the corner of her mouth the only sign of what she’s just done.
@@.embold;I think you@@’@@.embold;ve got what you came for@@.
Zoe nods slowly and backs away from the window, creeping back down the path to the road. As she waits for the taxi that will take her back home, she looks through the pictures she’s just taken. When the taxi arrives she settles back into the ride, delighted at the success of her plan. Her mother’s new found sexual freedom should open many, many doors.
[[Back home.|Livingroom]] <<set $helenstat[1].stage to '12', $helencarlblow to 'done'>><<set $zoesex[0].voyeurisms += 1, $zoesex[0].mast += 1, $zoesex[0].org += 1>><<set $terrystat[1].stage to '4'>><<set $helenstat[0].status to "3/10 - @@.h;Helen@@ is now corrupted enough to resume relations with her own brother.">>Zoe leaves the house to wait on the pavement outside. Once again, it’s a beautiful day. Zoe turns to look at the neighbours' front garden and sees the massive rump of Mrs Reynolds. She’s on her knees, pruning a rosebush, and her great big bottom, garbed in a voluminous floral pattern dress, is stuck up in the air. Zoe stares, wondering at the fleshy bounty of the woman.
Mrs Reynolds must feel Zoe’s eyes on her because she turns round. Her cheeks are puffy and red and there’s a sheen of sweat on her brow.
<i>Hello there</i>, <i>Zoe</i>, she says, with a smile. She clambers to her feet and wipes her dirty hands on the front of her apron. She’s what you might call ‘big-boned’, short and stocky with thick limbs, her legs slightly bowed. Her bust is particularly colossal, even casting a shade on Helen’s. A real matron of a woman.
@@.z;Hello@@, @@.z;Mrs Reynolds@@. @@.z;Your roses are looking lovely@@.
Mrs Reynolds beams, her chubby face lighting up as if from within. <i>Thank you</i>. <i>I</i>’<I>m so proud of them</i>!
@@.z;You should be@@. @@.z;How@@’@@.z;s Mr Reynolds@@?
<i>He</i>’<i>s well</i>, <i>thank you</i>. <i>Busy with work</i>. <i>Had you heard that he got a promotion</i>?
@@.z;No@@, @@.z;I hadn@@’@@.z;t@@. @@.z;Give him my congratulations@@. @@.z;And the boys@@? asks Zoe, wondering about the three Reynolds brothers.
<i>As boisterous as ever</i>. <i>Keeping me and Mr Reynolds on our toes</i>.
@@.embold;Good to know that such fine specimens live so close by@@.
Zoe spends a little bit more time listening to Mrs Reynolds tell her about her sons. Very much a trio of mummy’s boys, it’s obvious that she spoils them rotten.
Before long her taxi arrives, pulling up on the curb next to her.
@@.z;This is for me@@, says Zoe apologetically. @@.z;I@@’@@.z;d better be getting on@@.
<i>OK</i>, <i>dearie</i>. <i>You have a lovely day now</i>.
@@.z;You too@@, @@.z;Mrs Reynolds@@, Zoe says, getting into the taxi. She gives the driver Carl’s address and a few seconds later they are off and away.
[[Continue|carlhelen3]].As the car pulls into the street, Zoe asks the driver to stop. It wouldn’t be a good idea to get out right outside Carl’s house. She pays him and then sets off down the road.
She’s never been to see Uncle Carl at home, but she easily recognises his house from the car parked outside. She looks at the house, a semi detached council house with a red door, the paint chipped and faded.
@@.embold;Well@@, @@.embold;here we are@@.
@@.z;<i>What am I supposed to do</i>@@? @@.z;<i>I can</i>@@’@@.z;<i>t just go and knock</i>@@, @@.z;<I>can I</i>@@?
Zoe mutters a curse under her breath. She hadn’t thought this far ahead. She looks about uneasily, aware that people in the houses nearby might be watching her and wondering what she’s doing. Still, she came here with a task in mind.
She opens the gate, wincing as the rusty hinges creak, and creeps up the paved path that leads up to the front door. At the house, she crouches at the window to the left of the porch. Slowly, she raises herself to peer through the window and into the house.
@@.embold;Well@@,@@.embold;;well@@, @@.embold;well@@. @@.embold;What have we here@@?
[[Through the window|carlhelenlast]].Zoe decides that the best way to cheer her father up would be to buy him something that he likes. And what does he like more than pornography?
She scrolls through the different magazines, wondering at the bewildering array of tastes and proclivities that are catered for. Knowing that Terry has a bit of a penchant for younger women, she uses the search options to narrow her choices. After scrolling for a while, something catches her eye. The model looks suitably young, a petite little red-head with an ever-so-innocent look. But it’s more the title of the publication that catches her eye: <i>Taboo fantasies: Daddy’s naughty little slut</i>
@@.embold;Bingo@@!
@@.z;<i>This is perfect</i>@@, thinks Zoe as she reads over the plot summary. An eighteen-year-old daughter, after years fantasising over her Dad, decides that she’s had enough. She sets out to seduce him, teasing him with her nubile body at every opportunity. Although reluctant at first, he soon comes around to her way of thinking.
The sample images show just what sort of thing that way of thinking might entail. She quickly buys the magazine, selecting next day delivery.
[[Continue.|webshop]]<<set $shop1 to false, $shopmagazine to false, $pornopurchase to true, $delivery1 to true>>Again, Zoe hurries upstairs to get changed into her bikini. She looks out of the window to make sure that her father is still out in the garden. There’s no point sunbathing if he’s not there to watch her. Maybe this time, she might be able to provoke him into touching her.
@@.embold;How about that sunscreen@@?
@@.z;<i>Of course</i>@@, thinks Zoe, grabbing the tube from her dresser. With her towel and sunglasses, she heads back downstairs.
In the garden, she lays her towel down on the lawn. She stretches theatrically, groaning in pleasure as the sunlight washes over her bare skin. Sitting down on the towel, she pops open the cap of the sunscreen and squirts a big dollop into her open palm. She slowly spreads it up and down her arms, peering at Terry over the top of her sunglasses. When he sees her watching him, he nods and smiles uneasily.
@@.embold;He just looked at your tits@@. @@.embold;Quick@@, @@.embold;push them out@@.
Quickly, Zoe leans back on her arms, basking in the sun and pushing out her chest.
Terry stands, shading his eyes with his hand. @@.t;I think you might need a bit more sunscreen than that@@, @@.z;Zoe@@, he says. His voice is rough and slightly husky.
@@.z;OK@@, @@.z;Daddy@@, she says, fluttering her eyelashes at him. @@.z;You@@’@@.z;d better make sure I do it right@@.
@@.t;I@@’@@.t;m sure you’re perfectly capable@@, he replies.
So Zoe squeezes more sunscreen onto her hands and rubs it onto her legs, opening her legs a little so she can get to her inner thighs. A bit more on her belly and then her chest. She looks up when she’s rubbing around her breasts and, sure enough, she catches Terry watching again.
@@.z;Will you come and do my back for me@@? @@.z;I won@@’@@.z;t be able to reach@@.
@@.t;What@@? Terry gawps at her.
@@.z;My back@@. @@.z;I need help with my back@@.
@@.t;Oh@@. @@.t;Right@@. @@.t;Do you want me to fetch your mother@@?
@@.z;It@@’@@.z;s OK@@, @@.z;Dad@@. @@.z;You can do it@@. @@.z;I don@@’@@.z;t mind@@.
@@.t;Sure@@. @@.t;Sure@@. @@.t;Let me just go and wash my hands@@. @@.t;I@@’@@.t;m a bit grubby@@.
While Terry heads back inside to wash his hands, Zoe unfastens her bikini top. Then, she lies down on her front. She can’t wait to feel her father touch her, feel his big, strong hands rubbing her back. Eyes closed, she feels a shadow fall over her.
@@.t;Back@@, Terry says. @@.t;Ready@@?
@@.z;<i>I</i>@@’@@.z;<i>ve been ready for a while</i>@@, thinks Zoe. She stays silent, but nods.
[[Continue|sunbath2-2]].Terry crouches down next to her. She hears him squeezing sunscreen and a second later feels his rough hands on her back. @@.t;It@@’@@.t;s been a while since I’ve done this@@, he says nervously. @@.t;Not since you were a little girl@@. @@.t;You always had such sensitive skin@@.
@@.z;Mmm@@, breathes Zoe. @@.z;That feels really nice@@.
@@.t;G@@-@@.t;g@@-@@.t;good@@.
@@.z;A bit more round the side@@, @@.z;Daddy@@. Terry obeys his daughter’s commands, letting his hands fall to her flanks. @@.z;That@@’@@.z;s right@@. @@.z;Just there@@. He pauses to apply more lotion onto his hands before returning to her body, his fingertips now brushing the edges of Zoe’s little breasts. @@.z;Careful@@, @@.z;Dad@@, she teases.
@@.t;Sorry@@, @@.t;Zoe@@. @@.t;I didn@@’@@.t;t@@ -
@@.z;That@@’@@.z;s OK@@. @@.z;Will you do my neck@@?
With his big hands rubbing the back of her neck, Zoe nuzzles him affectionately. @@.z;Now my bottom@@.
@@.t;What@@!? exclaims Terry, his hands immediately leaving his daughter’s body.
@@.z;The bottom of my back@@, @@.z;silly@@. @@.z;Did you think I meant my bum@@?
@@.t;I did wonder@@, he says as he starts to rub lotion into her lower back.
@@.z;Well@@, @@.z;I suppose it could do with a little bit@@. @@.z;Are you sure I should let you do that@@? @@.z;You are my dad after all@@.
@@.t;Maybe not@@.
Zoe is having a great time. Who’d have thought playing the tease would such fun. The feeling of having her father almost completely under her power. If she asked him, he’d probably even put his hands on her … @@.z;<i>Woah</i>@@! Before she even gets to finish the thought, Terry’s hands start to tentatively rub her ass cheeks. He’s being pretty thorough, and oh! Was that a little squeeze? He’s definitely taking longer than he needs. Zoe feels herself grow lightheaded. @@.embold;Breed@@! Her pulse starts to quicken. @@.embold;Breed@@! She feels her pussy grow moist. @@.embold;Breed@@! @@.z;<i>I need you to fuck me, Daddy</i>@@.
At length Terry finishes with her bottom. @@.t;There@@, he says. @@.t;That should be enough@@.
Zoe, lost in the fog of her desire, lifts herself and turns to face him.
@@.t;Zoe@@! hisses Terry, putting his hand over his eyes.
@@.z;What@@’@@.z;s the matter@@. @@.z;Why have you stopped touching me@@?
@@.t;Your top@@ ... @@.t;I can see your@@ …
@@.z;Tits@@? @@.z;Oh come on@@, @@.z;Dad@@. She reaches up and tries to pull his hand away from his face but he resists her. @@.z;What@@’@@.z;s the matter@@? @@.z;Don@@’@@.z;t you like them@@?
@@.t;Zoe@@! he says, sounding strained. @@.t;You can@@’@@.t;t talk to me like this@@.
@@.z;I can@@’@@.z;t@@? purrs Zoe, reaching this time for her father’s crotch. Through the fabric of her trousers she feels the hardness she has provoked. @@.z;This little guy seems to think I can@@. She squeezes Terry’s balls, making him yelp.
Terry grabs her wrist feebly. @@.t;Zoe@@! @@.t;Stop it@@, he says, his voice choked.
@@.z;Fine@@! she says, letting go and lifting her chin haughtily. @@.z;If you don@@’@@.z;t want to play with me@@, @@.z;I@@’@@.z;ll go@@. She stands and, with one hand across her naked breasts and the other dragging the towel behind her, flounces back inside, leaving her father dumbstruck, bewildered and massaging his sore balls.
Back upstairs, the brainworm eases her out of her heightened state of arousal. As she puts her everyday clothes back on, Zoe fidgets uncomfortably. Did she really just try and grab her dad’s balls? What came over her?
@@.embold;Excellent work@@. @@.embold;At this rate you@@’@@.embold;ll have him on his knees in no time@@.
[[Continue|zoeroom]]. <<set $terrystat[1].stage to '9', $terrystat[0].status to "2/10 - @@.t;Terry@@ got a real eyeful this time. He's definitely showing some inappropriate interest in his daughter.">>Zoe sits up in bed, frustrated. Her mind is busy with thoughts of what took place earlier in the day, she hasn’t been able to sleep. She can still feel the ghostly pressure of her father’s hands on her body, rubbing her back and squeezing her arse. She tosses and turns in her sweat soaked sheets, her body burning with desire.
Mewling softly, she starts to rub her pussy. Minutes pass, then an hour, Zoe’s poor little pussy getting increasingly raw and sore. Still, she doesn’t come. She’s stuck in stage one, unable to shift her desires. @@.z;Please@@, she moans quietly.
@@.embold;Not until you@@’@@.embold;ve earned it@@. @@.embold;You need to work for your rewards@@.
@@.z;<i>But what can I do</i>@@?
@@.embold;Why don@@’@@.embold;t you go and see Dad@@?
She nods, willing to do anything to find release from her backed up desire. Anything! She slips out of bed. Pausing at the window to look out into the garden, Zoe notices light coming from the greenhouse. @@.z;Daddy@@? What’s he still doing up?
@@.embold;GO TO HIM@@.
Zoe obeys the insistent command. She feels so warm that she doesn’t even put more clothes on, leaving her room in nothing but the pair of tiny shorts and strappy top that she wears to bed.
She tiptoes down the stairs, creeps across the living room, and out of the back door into the garden.
Zoe should do as [[she's told|terryhandjob1-2]].The air outside is warm and close, little relief to Zoe and her burning flesh. There’s a strange feeling in her gut too. Apprehension? Fear? The light from the greenhouse spills out onto the lawn. Through the dirty glass panes, she can just about see the shape of her father.
She pauses at the entrance and looks down at her hands. They’re shaking!
Zoe steps inside the greenhouse, instantly struck by how much warmer it is. There is an open bottle of single malt whisky on the table near the entrance. Zoe can detect the scent of the spirit in the air. It cloys at the back of her throat. Terry is sitting on an old office chair, his back to her, hunched over in a familiar position. It seems she’s not the only one struggling with desire tonight.
There’s a part of her that wants to leave, retreat from the garden and run back inside to her bedroom and the safety of her duvet. That part, small and cowardly, is practically begging. She pushes it aside and steps forward, picking up the bottle of whisky and taking a big glug. The fiery liquid scorches her throat and makes her eyes water, but she doesn’t care.
@@.embold;You want to help Daddy find release@@, @@.embold;don@@’@@.embold;t you@@.
Zoe nods, biting her lip. @@.z;<i>I want to help Daddy</i>@@.
@@.embold;Then go help him@@. She places the bottle back down on the table, careful not to make any sound, and moves forward.
When she reaches her father she places her hands on his shoulders. He practically jumps out of his skin, but Zoe stills him with a whisper in his ear, @@.z;Can@@’@@.z;t sleep@@? @@.z;I can@@’@@.z;t either@@.
@@.z;Zoe@@! he yelps, trying to twist away but not finding enough room.
She peers over him, taking in his hand wrapped around his chubby cock. @@.z;Naughty@@, @@.z;naughty@@, she purrs. The magazine she brought him open on the surface in front of him, the model playing the daughter bent over while her father’s dick delves deeply into her pussy from behind. Zoe’s note is sitting next to the picture. @@.z;I@@’@@.z;m glad to see that you@@’@@.z;re enjoying my gift@@.
@@.t;I@@ - @@.t;I@@ - @@.t;you shouldn@@’@@.t;t be here@@, says Terry, trying and failing to wrestle his cock back into his trousers. Zoe can smell the alcohol on his breath.
@@.z;Why not@@? says Zoe, running her hands down his chest, feeling his muscles. It’s so exciting to be feeling his body like this. A man’s body. @@.z;Don@@’@@.z;t you want me to help you@@? She turns him around on the chair so he’s facing her. He looks terrible, his eyes ringed with red, as if he’s been crying. Zoe crouches in front of him, her hands on his knees. @@.z;Oh Daddy@@! @@.z;What@@’@@.z;s wrong@@?
He wipes his eyes and shakes his head. @@.t;It@@’@@.t;s nothing@@. @@.t;Please@@. @@.t;This isn@@’@@.t;t right@@. @@.t;You should go back inside@@.
@@.z;But you look so sad@@. @@.z;I hate to see you looking so sad@@. @@.z;What is it@@? @@.z;Is it those pictures of Mum I showed you@@?
Terry takes in a shuddering breath and starts to sob again. By now his cock, only inches from her hand, has started to droop. Her mind brimming with the brainworm’s overload of sex hormones, she eyes it hungrily, trying and failing to stay focused on her father and his sadness. @@.t;I shouldn@@’@@.t;t care@@, he says haltingly. @@.t;But it@@’@@.t;s all my fault@@. @@.t;I shouldn@@’@@.t;t have neglected her@@.
@@.z;Daddy@@. @@.z;Don@@’@@.z;t worry about her@@. @@.z;She@@’@@.z;s OK@@. @@.z;She@@’@@.z;s happy@@. @@.z;You can be happy too@@, @@.z;if you want@@.
His face twists. @@.t;But he@@’@@.t;s her brother@@! @@.t;How could she@@?
@@.z;Come on now@@, Zoe says, sliding her hands further up his legs. @@.z;You don@@’@@.z;t need to be jealous@@.
@@.t;Zoe@@ … @@.z;what are you doing@@?
@@.z;Shhh@@, @@.z;just relax@@. @@.z;I@@’@@.z;ll make you feel better@@.
[[Help Daddy out|terryhandjob1-3]].Zoe climbs on to her father’s lap, straddling him. He looks up at her with wide eyes and gulps. She can feel the warmth of his whisky-tinged breath on her chest.
She looks down between his legs and sees that his cock is once again stiff. It’s nowhere near as big as Ben’s, but not bad for her first. Zoe wonders at that for a moment, that this will be the first time she’s ever touched a penis. Without waiting another second, she reaches down and runs a finger gently around his tip. He breathes in sharply and squirms. @@.t;Please@@. @@.t;What if someone@@ ...
@@.z;Sees us@@? whispers Zoe as she rubs her thumb over her father’s swollen purple glans. His stiff flesh feels warm, even against the skin of her sweaty palm. @@.z;I don@@’@@.z;t care@@.
@@.t;Do you really want to do this@@? he says, his breathing deep and ragged.
@@.z;Oh Daddy@@, she says, pulling back his foreskin with one hand so she can better stimulate the sensitive tissues of his cockhead with her thumb. @@.z;If it makes you feel better@@. She starts to jack him off, her motion quick and jagged.
@@.t;Slower@@, @@.t;slower@@, Terry hisses, taking hold of her wrist to slow her movement. Zoe lets Terry guide the motion of her hand and wrist. She quickly gets the idea and when he lets go she carries on with the same slow and silky strokes. @@.t;That’s better@@, he breathes.
@@.z;Yeah@@? @@.z;You like that@@, @@.z;Daddy@@. He leans back on the chair, his previous misgivings seemingly abandoned.
@@.embold;I think he does@@.
Zoe slowly increases her pace, keeping her grip steady but soft. She can feel his fluids lubricating her hand, helping her motions to remain smooth. Terry groans and places his hands on her thighs, gripping them tightly. @@.z;Will you cum for me@@, @@.z;Daddy@@? she asks sweetly. @@.z;Please cum for me@@.
Terry lurches forward and buries his head in Zoe’s chest. Startled, she does her best to keep pumping at his cock while he holds her tightly. She can feel his saliva on her skin, her nipple rubbing against his jaw. He grunts wordlessly, his lips writhing against her breast.
@@.z;That@@’@@.z;s it@@. @@.z;Cum for your baby girl@@.
He lets out a strangled cry, his fingers tightening around her fleshy thighs as his body convulses, and Zoe feels his semen jetting up onto her belly. It feels deliciously cool on her sweaty flesh @@.z;There you go@@, she whispers softly, holding her father to her chest. A last few weak spurts of cum have dribbled over her fingers. @@.z;Was that nice@@? Terry shudders as his orgasm ebbs away.
Zoe extricates herself from his grip and climbs off of him. Terry is sitting back on the chair, his eyes closed. His cock is flaccid now and there are streaks of cum on his shirt. @@.z;Daddy@@?
He tries to meet her eye but can’t.
@@.z;Did you like that@@?
He nods awkwardly as he puts his pecker back into his trousers and zips himself up.
Zoe grins. @@.z;Oh good@@! @@.z;I@@’@@.z;m so pleased@@. @@.z;I was worried I wouldn@@’@@.z;t be very good. I’ve never done that before@@.
Terry looks surprised. @@.t;N@@ - @@.t;never@@? he stammers.
Zoe shakes her head. @@.z;Nope@@!
Terry looks pained.
@@.z;Don@@’@@.z;t worry@@, @@.z;Daddy. I won’t tell anyone if you don@@’@@.z;t want me to@@. @@.z;We can keep it our special secret@@
@@.t;We can@@’@@.t;t do this again@@, @@.t;OK@@?
@@.z;But I thought you said you liked it@@?
@@.t;That@@’@@.t;s not what I@@’@@.t;m saying@@. @@.t;We just shouldn@@’@@.t;t be doing things like that@@. @@.t;You@@’@@.t;re my daughter@@.
@@.z;But what if I want to@@? says Zoe and pouts.
@@.t;It@@’@@.t;s not@@ … @@.t;we can@@’@@.t;t just do things like that because we want to@@.
@@.z;I@@’@@.z;m pretty sure that@@’@@.z;s what just happened@@.
@@.t;Zoe. Don@@’@@.t;t argue with me on this@@. @@.t;I@@’@@.t;m drunk@@. @@.t;I made a mistake@@.
@@.z;But@@ … @@.z;but I thought I@@ … , Zoe whimpers. She sniffs theatrically and turns away.
@@.t;Zoe@@! @@.t;Wait@@, calls her father after her, but she’s gone.
[[Back upstairs|terryhandjob1-4]].Back in her room Zoe stands with her back against the door. Her heart is beating hard.
@@.z;<i>I can</i>@@’@@.z;<I>t believe what I just did</i>@@, she thinks.
@@.embold;You did it very well@@.
@@.z;<i>I just tossed off my dad</i>@@.
@@.embold;And now for your reward@@.
She holds up her hand, still coated with Terry’s semen. She inspects it, the coagulating goo sticky between her fingers. Still leaning back against the door, she slides her cum-soiled hands into her shorts. She rubs her pussy, mixing her father’s semen with her own juices. The sloppy cocktail is sticky and the cum smells strong.
@@.embold;What a slutty thing you’re becoming@@.
@@.z;I@@’@@.z;m a slut@@, whispers Zoe, rubbing harder and faster. She hears footsteps on the stairs. @@.z;Oh fuck@@. @@.z;Yes@@. The footsteps stop outside her room. She imagines her father outside her door. Is he going to try and come in? Does he want more from his daughter? Zoe bites her lip and shudders deliriously as she orgasms, her knees knocking together as her legs buckle beneath her. @@.z;Mmmmm@@, she groans. Slumped against the door, she barely dares breathe. She hears her parent’s bedroom door open and close.
@@.embold;Not quite brave enough@@. @@.embold;That@@’@@.embold;s OK@@. @@.embold;You could do with a rest@@. @@.embold;You@@’@@.embold;ve worked hard@@.
Zoe nods, suddenly overcome with the desire to sleep. She hauls herself onto her hands and knees and crawls wearily over to her bed.
[[Let her sleep|daypassage]].<<set $zoesex[0].mast += 1, $zoesex[0].org += 1, $zoesex[0].handjobgive += 1, $terrystat[1].stage to '11'>><<set $terry2complete to true, $terrystat[0].status to "3/10 - @@.t;Terry@@ might have been drunk, but that didn't stop him enjoying a handjob from his daughter.">>Zoe sits on her bed, the laptop open before her. She’s thinking hard, wondering how she might be able to persuade her grandmother to go ahead with the underwear photoshoot. She doesn’t really understand why she’s being so weird about it. It’s not like she’s never done it before. And who cares if Zoe is her granddaughter?
She spends some time aimlessly surfing the web, eventually washing up on a website called Imagefap. It’s an exciting discovery. Scattered among the thousands of uploaded photo sets are a whole plethora of amateur offerings among which, Zoe notices with growing interest, there are plenty of older women uploading pictures of themselves. What’s more, other users freely comment, raining praise on these mature exhibitionists.
A plan starts to form in Zoe’s mind. She could upload her last shoot of Joan, wait for some comments to build up; maybe even leave a few of her own. Then she could show her grandmother how much other people want to see more of her. She won’t be able to resist the praise!
@@.embold;Very devious@@. @@.embold;Perhaps you could share the shoot with Ben too@@? @@.embold;I@@’@@.embold;m sure he@@’@@.embold;d appreciate it@@.
Zoe immediately sets to work downloading the photos of Joan from her phone and setting up an account on Imagefap. She calls it ‘MatureSlutJoan’ and writes out a quick bio:
<i>My name is Joan and I am 76. I may be old but I am still a huge slut. I love nothing more than to take my clothes off and make all of you naughty boys hard. I get so horny thinking about you all wanking over my body. Please enjoy my slutty body and tell me what you’d like me to do.</i>
Zoe then uploads the pictures of the purple dress shoot. Then, remembering Ben, she uses an anonymous Gmail account to email the link to her brother.
@@.embold;Two birds with one stone@@. @@.embold;Very good@@.
She closes the laptop. Nothing left to do now but wait for the comments to roll in.
[[Continue|laptopscreen]]<<set $joanstat[1].stage to '6'>>
Zoe sits on the end of her bed, laptop on her knees, tapping her foot impatiently as she waits for the browser to load. She logs into her Imagefap account and is greeted by a glut of notifications.
@@.embold;It appears@@ ‘@@.embold;MatureSlutJoan@@’ @@.embold;is somewhat popular@@.
And Joan is very popular indeed. Since Zoe uploaded the pictures the account has accrued over one hundred fans and dozens of comments. She reads through some of them, giggling in delight.
<i>So gorgeous and sexy. I love older women.</i>
<i>Suk my cock you wrinkly old slag.</i>
<i>Would you like to sit on my face<i>?
<i>Show us more!!!</i>
<i>Saggy boobs FTW!</i>
<i>I always knew Grandma was a tart!</i>
<i>Such BEAUTY!!!</i>
<i>My Queen.</i>
<i>Sophisticated AND Sexy. More please!</i>
<i>Get your pussy out!</i>
Of course, it would be wise to make sure Joan doesn’t see some of the comments, but there is more than enough praise to suit Zoe’s scheme.
A lot of the lewder comments appear to have been left by the same user, a user called BigBen.
@@.embold;Could it be@@?
@@.z;<i>Only one way to find out</i>@@.
[[Check out BigBen's profile|joanphotoupload1-3]]Zoe clicks through to his profile. There’s no avatar and the bio is empty. Zoe notices that the user has uploaded a single file. When she sees what it is her eyes grow wide. @@.z;No way@@, she breathes. It’s the picture she sent him, the naughty selfie, and he’s called it <i>my slut sister</i>.
She opens the picture, eager to read what people think of her.
<i>Lucky S.O.B</i>
<i>Mate, if I was you I’d be fucking that bitch right now.</i>
<i>Cute. I wish she was my sister.</i>
<i>What are you waiting for. Fuck your sister, bro. Do it for us!</i>
<i>Wait, I swear I recognise that girl…</i>
@@.z;<i>Such naughty boys and girls</i>@@, thinks Zoe. It’s getting her hot, thinking about all those strangers looking at her, judging her.
@@.embold;A good influence on your brother too. Hopefully he’ll struggle to stand up to all this peer pressure and come and fuck you@@.
Zoe squeezes her thighs together, feeling the wetness growing between her legs. Biting her lip, she types out her own comment:
<i>She looks like the sort of girl who wouldn’t think twice before fucking her brother.</i>
She clicks submit and smirks as her comment joins the rest.
@@.embold;Right@@, @@.embold;shall we go and show Grandma what her new fans think of her@@?
[[Continue|laptopscreen]].<<set $joanstat[1].stage to '8', $benstat[1].stage to '6'>><<set $benstat[0].status to "1/10 - @@.b;Ben@@ web activity shows he's starting to lust after his sister.">>
Zoe takes Rocket down into the cellar, where she uses the peanut butter to make him lap at her pussy until she has a messy orgasm.
For full scene click <<click "here">>\<<replace "#output">>: Zoe takes off her shoes and, lifting her bum, wiggles out of her shorts and panties. Then, doing her best to keep Rocket back with one hand, she scoops out a big dollop of peanut butter and smears it over her pussy. The dog strains against her grip on his collar, catching the scent of the butter. Zoe hesitates, wondering just how good an idea this is. It can’t be hygienic, or safe. What if he bites her? But then again, he’s never bitten her hand when eating from it, so why would he bite her pussy?
@@.embold;The brainworm starts to get impatient with its host@@. @@.embold;What is about to happen is the first step on the road to an interesting experiment in tri@@ - @@.embold;species interbreeding@@. @@.embold;The barriers between Zoe and her engagement with the other animal must be overcome@@. @@.embold;Expending a great deal of energy@@, @@.embold;it takes direct control of her body@@, @@.embold;forcing her to let go of the collar@@.
Now free, Rocket surges forward. Zoe gasps and goes rigid in fright, pushing back against the wall, but there’s no getting away from him. Pinned back against the wall, Rocket between her legs, she cries out in alarm. But wait, that feels … @@.z; OH! @@ Rocket is lapping energetically at her hairy snatch, his tongue slopping messily all over, coating her thighs and vulva in a sticky mixture of canine saliva and peanut butter.
@@.z;Oh fuck@@, Zoe manages, as Rocket licks right over her clit. Taking advantage of the pause Rocket takes to clean his chops, she quickly scoops out more butter and slaps it down onto her cunt. It’s a real mess down there, not that Rocket cares. He dives back in, ecstatic. Zoe closes her eyes and relishes the feeling of the dog’s rough treatment of her pussy. She’s never felt anything quite like it. She feels so dirty, so wrong. But it feels so good at the same time. She feels herself edging towards orgasm, but even as it starts to build, Rocket’s frantic tonguing starts to slacken. She needs more butter! Taking out an extra large scoop, she rubs the butter into her pussy, mixing it with her juices and Rocket’s saliva until it forms a runny paste. She spreads her pussy so Rocket’s attention is focused on her clit and inner lips. @@.z;Good boy@@, she squeaks. @@.z;Keep going@@! @@.z;Keep going@@. She concentrates on the feeling of growing bliss, feeling it blossom in her belly. @@.z;Just a little more@@. @@.z;Right there@@. @@.z;Mmm@@, @@.z;fuck@@, @@.z;fuck@@, @@.z;fuck@@.
She orgasms, her hips bucking forwards and head knocking painfully against the concrete behind her. She groans half dizzy with pleasure, half with pain. Rocket continues to lick, determined to lap up every last morsel, teasing out a series of orgasmic aftershocks that set Zoe twitching and groaning.
Finally, he’s finished. Content with his fill, he turns tail and walks away, slinking out of the cellar and back up the stairs. Zoe looks down at the slimy carnage of her pussy, a mess of doggy drool and pussy leakage. Peanut butter is smeared up the inside of her thighs and across her lower belly
@@.embold;That was pretty good@@, @@.embold;wasn@@’@@.embold;t it@@.
Zoe nods, rubbing the back of her head. She stands, her legs a little shaky, and pulls up her shorts. She squirms and shuffles, revelling in the feeling of the mush inside her knickers. She slowly walks back up into the kitchen, increasingly pleased with herself for taking such a risk. @@.z;Fuck@@, @@.z;I really need a shower now.@@ .<</replace>>\<</click>><span id="output"></span><<set $rocketstat[1].stage to '3', $zoesex[0].beast += 1, $zoesex[0].org += 1, $zoesex[0].energylevel -= 1, $zoesex[0].pusseat2 += 1>>
[[Continue|rocketmenu]]Zoe takes off her shoes and, lifting her bum, wiggles out of her shorts and panties. Then, doing her best to keep Rocket back with one hand, she scoops out a big dollop of peanut butter and smears it over her pussy. The dog strains against her grip on his collar, catching the scent of the butter. Zoe hesitates, wondering just how good an idea this is. It can’t be hygienic, or safe. What if he bites her? But then again, he’s never bitten her hand when eating from it, so why would he bite her pussy?
@@.embold;The brainworm starts to get impatient with its host@@. @@.embold;What is about to happen is the first step on the road to an interesting experiment in tri@@ - @@.embold;species interbreeding@@. @@.embold;The barriers between Zoe and her engagement with the other animal must be overcome@@. @@.embold;Expending a great deal of energy@@, @@.embold;it takes direct control of her body@@, @@.embold;forcing her to let go of the collar@@.
Now free, Rocket surges forward. Zoe gasps and goes rigid in fright, pushing back against the wall, but there’s no getting away from him. Pinned back against the wall, Rocket between her legs, she cries out in alarm. But wait, that feels … @@.z; OH! @@ Rocket is lapping energetically at her hairy snatch, his tongue slopping messily all over, coating her thighs and vulva in a sticky mixture of canine saliva and peanut butter.
@@.z;Oh fuck@@, Zoe manages, as Rocket licks right over her clit. Taking advantage of the pause Rocket takes to clean his chops, she quickly scoops out more butter and slaps it down onto her cunt. It’s a real mess down there, not that Rocket cares. He dives back in, ecstatic. Zoe closes her eyes and relishes the feeling of the dog’s rough treatment of her pussy. She’s never felt anything quite like it. She feels so dirty, so wrong. But it feels so good at the same time. She feels herself edging towards orgasm, but even as it starts to build, Rocket’s frantic tonguing starts to slacken. She needs more butter! Taking out an extra large scoop, she rubs the butter into her pussy, mixing it with her juices and Rocket’s saliva until it forms a runny paste. She spreads her pussy so Rocket’s attention is focused on her clit and inner lips. @@.z;Good boy@@, she squeaks. @@.z;Keep going@@! @@.z;Keep going@@. She concentrates on the feeling of growing bliss, feeling it blossom in her belly. @@.z;Just a little more@@. @@.z;Right there@@. @@.z;Mmm@@, @@.z;fuck@@, @@.z;fuck@@, @@.z;fuck@@.
She orgasms, her hips bucking forwards and head knocking painfully against the concrete behind her. She groans half dizzy with pleasure, half with pain. Rocket continues to lick, determined to lap up every last morsel, teasing out a series of orgasmic aftershocks that set Zoe twitching and groaning.
Finally, he’s finished. Content with his fill, he turns tail and walks away, slinking out of the cellar and back up the stairs. Zoe looks down at the slimy carnage of her pussy, a mess of doggy drool and pussy leakage. Peanut butter is smeared up the inside of her thighs and across her lower belly
@@.embold;That was pretty good@@, @@.embold;wasn@@’@@.embold;t it@@.
Zoe nods, rubbing the back of her head. She stands, her legs a little shaky, and pulls up her shorts. She squirms and shuffles, revelling in the feeling of the mush inside her knickers. She slowly walks back up into the kitchen, increasingly pleased with herself for taking such a risk. @@.z;Fuck@@, @@.z;I really need a shower now.@@
[[Continue|Kitchen]].<<set $rocketstat[1].stage to '3', $zoesex[0].beast += 1, $zoesex[0].org += 1, $zoesex[0].pusseat2 += 1, $zoesex[0].energylevel -= 1>><<set $rocket2complete to true>>@@.j;Hello@@, @@.j;Zoe@@, says Joan. She’s sitting at her dressing table, brushing her long silver hair.
Zoe sits on the end of the bed. @@.z;Hi, Grandma. You’re looking very lovely@@.
Joan smiles indulgently. @@.j;You wouldn@@’@@.j;t believe how long I used to spend brushing my hair like this@@. @@.j;I@@’@@.j;d find myself losing track of the time@@. @@.j;I suppose it became a way to deal with the chaos of my life@@.
Zoe watches her Grandmother’s reflection in the mirror. @@.z;It must have been hard@@.
@@.j;You@@’@@.j;re right@@. @@.j;It was@@. Her eyes seem to glisten and she dabs at her eye with her sleeve. @@.j;But it was worth every second of anxiety I felt@@.
@@.embold;Ask her about the shoot@@.
@@.z;I don@@’@@.z;t want to push you or anything@@, @@.z;Grandma@@, @@.z;but have you thought any more about my idea for another shoot@@?
Joan turns on the stool so she’s facing Zoe. @@.j;I appreciate what you@@’@@.j;re trying to do@@, @@.j;Zoe@@. @@.j;I really do@@. @@.j;It@@’@@.j;s just@@ … She closes her eyes and shakes her head. @@.j;That@@’@@.j;s not my life any more@@. @@.j;It hasn@@’@@.j;t been for a long time@@. @@.j;I@@’@@.j;m not getting any younger@@, @@.j;my dear@@. @@.j;I think it@@’@@.j;s time I stop pining for that spotlight and live out the last of my years in peace@@. @@.j;It used to make Reg so unhappy that I couldn@@’@@.j;t settle into retirement@@. @@.j;I owe it to him to at least try@@.
@@.z;I didn@@’@@.z;t realise you felt like that@@. @@.z;I might not have pushed so hard if I@@’@@.z;d known@@. @@.z;I feel so stupid@@.
@@.j;Darling@@! @@.j;Don@@’@@.j;t say that@@. @@.j;What you did was so thoughtful@@. @@.j;A little@@ … @@.j;eccentric@@, @@.j;perhaps@@, @@.j;but thoughtful all the same@@. @@.j;I@@’@@.j;ll deal with the underwear@@. @@.j;You don@@’@@.j;t need to worry about that@@.
@@.z;I@@’@@.z;m not just talking about the underwear@@, @@.z;Grandma@@, says Zoe. She puts her head in her hands.
@@.j;Whatever do you mean@@?
@@.z;Those photos I took of you in the dress@@. @@.z;I put them online@@
@@.j;You did what@@? Joan says sharply, a tone of voice Zoe hasn’t heard in a long time.
@@.z;I thought that if I showed you that people were still interested in how you look@@, @@.z;maybe you@@’@@.z;d feel better about yourself@@.
Joan doesn’t say anything for a while. Zoe hazards a quick glance. Her grandmother has turned back round and is looking at herself in the mirror. It’s impossible to tell what’s going through her mind.
@@.z;I know it was stupid of me@@.
Joan sighs. @@.j;Not stupid. Thoughtless@@, @@.j;maybe@@, @@.j;but not stupid@@.
@@.z;I@@’@@.z;ll delete them right away@@.
A look passes over Joan’s face and one corner of her mouth twitches ever so slightly. @@.j;Wait just a moment@@, she says. @@.j;Can you tell if anyone has looked at them@@?
@@.z;Yeah@@, says Zoe glumly. @@.z;People comment on them and stuff@@.
@@.j;Oh@@, @@.j;right@@. @@.j;And@@ … @@.j;have people@@ … @@.j;commented on those pictures of me@@?
@@.z;Loads@@, @@.z;yeah@@.
@@.j;What sort of things have they been saying@@?
@@.z;All sorts really@@.
Joan eyes narrow, as if she’s debating with herself. @@.j;Do you think you could show me@@?
@@.embold;Here we go@@!
@@.z;I could@@, @@.z;if you really want to see@@. @@.z;But some of them are pretty rude@@. @@.z;There are a lot of horny people on the internet@@.
@@.j;Well@@, @@.j;I suppose a little peek wouldn@@’@@.j;t hurt@@, says Joan with an eyebrow raised.
[[Show Grandma the photos|joanphotoshoot2-2]].Zoe shuffles around the bed so she’s closer to her grandmother. @@.z;Hang on a second@@, she says, getting her phone out and loading the browser. She logs in to her Imagefap account and selects one of the pictures.
@@.j;What does Imagefap mean@@?
@@.z;Err@@ … @@.z;I@@’@@.z;m not sure@@. @@.z;It@@’@@.z;s just the name of the website@@.
@@.j;And what sort of website is it@@? asks Joan curiously.
@@.z;It@@’@@.z;s a place where you can upload and share pictures with other people@@.
@@.j;Any kind of pictures@@?
@@.z;Well@@ … @@.z;it@@’@@.z;s usually pictures of themselves@@ … @@.z;and other people@@ … @@.z;sometimes naked and@@ …
@@.j;Pornography@@?! exclaims Joan.
@@.z;I guess it sometimes@@, @@.z;yeah@@. @@.z;But not just that@@.
@@.j;Well I never@@. @@.j;The world has changed a lot since I was your age@@.
@@.z;Only in some ways@@, says Zoe, remember the photos she found in Joan’s hidden album. @@.z;Here@@. She shows her grandmother the screen. It’s one of the saucier photos, Joan leaning over and showing off her cleavage.
@@.j;One moment@@, says Joan. @@.j;Let me get my glasses@@. @@.j;There we go@@. @@.j;Now@@, @@.j;let@@’@@.j;s have a look@@. She takes the phone from Zoe, peering at it closely. @@.j;Goodness me@@, she laughs. @@.j;Just look at me@@. @@.j;So how do I see these comments@@?
@@.z;Scroll down a bit@@.
@@.j;How do I do that@@?
@@.z;You just@@ … Zoe reaches over and brushes her finger on the screen, scrolling the image up so the comments are visible.. @@.j;Just like that@@.
@@.j;Oh@@! @@.j;How clever@@! @@.j;Now@@, @@.z;this chap@@, @@.j;BigBen@@, @@.j;what does he have to say for himself@@?
Zoe smirks. She’s enjoying this.
Joan gasps. @@.j;I always knew Grandma was a tart@@? @@.j;How very rude@@.
@@.z;I did warn you@@. @@.z;People on the internet can be funny@@. @@.z;But don@@’@@.z;t let it get you down@@. @@.z;He just means that you@@’@@.z;re sexy@@.
Joan frowns. @@.j;A funny way of showing it@@. She scrolls further down. @@.j;Sophisticated and sexy@@. @@.j;Now@@, @@.j;that@@’@@.j;s more like it@@.
They spend more time looking through the pictures and the comments, Zoe occasionally helping Joan with the navigation. @@.j;Well@@, says Joan, finally handing the phone back to her granddaughter. @@.j;There certainly are a lot of people who seem to have enjoyed those pictures@@.
@@.z;I@@’@@.z;m not surprised in the slightest@@.
@@.j;Oh you@@, beams Joan, enjoying the compliment. @@.j;But some of those comments were obscene@@. @@.j;That BigBen character@@, @@.j;for instance@@. @@.j;What a crude fellow@@!
@@.embold;If only you knew the long of it@@!
@@.z;Yeah@@, @@.z;he@@’@@.z;s pretty active@@. @@.z;Probably your biggest fan@@, she adds with a wink.
Joan blushes and places a hand on her cheek. She makes a face and fidgets. She’s arguing with herself again. @@.j;I wonder@@, she mutters under her breath.
@@.z;What@@, @@.z;Grandma@@?
@@.j;I@@’@@.j;m probably going to regret this@@, @@.j;but@@. She pauses and takes a deep breath. @@.j;Let@@’@@.j;s do another shoot@@.
Zoe grins and leaps at her grandmother, throwing her arms around her shoulders. @@.z;Yes@@!
Joan laughs and hugs Zoe back.
@@.z;With the underwear@@?
Joan gives her a squeeze. @@.j;Oh@@, @@.j;I suppose so@@. @@.j;What@@’@@.j;s the harm@@? She gives Zoe a wink. @@.j;Let@@’@@.j;s give BigBen what he wants@@.
Zoe pulls away and gives her grandmother a big smile. @@.z;Well@@, she says, @@.z;I@@’@@.z;ll leave you to get ready@@.
Joan nods and this time there’s no hesitation. @@.j;Right you are@@.
[[Go and wait for Grandma|joanphotoshoot2-3]].Zoe pokes around the caravan while waiting for Joan. She can’t help but feel good about herself for helping her grandmother reconnect with her past. And why not enjoy the fun while she’s at it? Not to mention how it might help her tempt Ben towards a greater appreciation of the women of his immediate family.
The thought of Ben and his big cock getting hard to pictures of his grandmother causes a sudden wave of impatience.@@.z;Are you done yet@@? she calls..
@@.j;Nearly@@, replies Joan. @@.j;Goodness@@, @@.j;it@@’@@.j;s been a few years since I@@’@@.j;ve worn something like this@@.
@@.z;I can@@’@@.z;t wait to see it@@!
@@.j;OK@@. @@.j;I@@’@@.j;m coming out now@@.
Zoe turns just in time to see Joan come out of her bedroom. She’s wrapped in a woollen dressing gown, ensuring her modesty. She has, however, applied a liberal amount of makeup, red lipstick, foundation and thick mascara. Her hair, as ever, is pinned above her head.
@@.z;You look gorgeous@@, @@.z;Grandma@@, says Zoe. @@.z;But come on@@, @@.z;get rid of that dressing gown@@!
@@.j;OK@@. @@.j;Just give me a few moments@@.
Zoe doesn’t have a few moments to wait. She walks over to Joan and pulls the dressing gown cord. As it slips undone she opens its lapels, letting the robe fall off her grandmother’s shoulders. @@.z;There we go@@, says Zoe, nodding appreciatively. @@.z;Much more like it@@.
Joan looks stunning in the underwear. The bodice tightly encasing her body and pushing her breasts up high under her chin, practically spilling over and out. The garter belt and suspenders are a wonderful touch, framing the delicate lace of Joan’s panties. The flesh of her thighs, lined with wrinkles and cellulite, looks eminently squeezable, bunched and spilling over the tops of the stockings. Zoe notices the distinct lack of pubic hair through the lacework. @@.z;You shave@@?
Underneath her foundation, Joan is blushing furiously, but she lifts her chin and states proudly, @@.j;I believe in the maintenance of beauty at all times@@.
@@.z;If you say so@@, says Zoe, circling around to get a look at Joan’s bottom. She gazes at her grandmother’s arse, taking it in in all its dimpled and sagging glory. Fighting back the urge to grab a handful, she completes the circle. @@.z;I think they@@’@@.z;re going to like this@@.
Joan looks at her from under long lashes. @@.j;Do you think so@@? @@.j;You don@@’@@.j;t think I look hideous@@?
@@.z;Hideous@@? exclaims Zoe. @@.z;Grandma@@, @@.z;you look amazing@@. @@.z;You@@’@@.z;re going to drive BigBen and those other boys wild@@! @@.z;And some of the girls@@, @@.z;too@@!
@@.j;OK@@, says Joan excitedly. She pulls the pin out of her hair, letting the long and silky silver locks tumble down her back and over her shoulders. She tosses her head back. @@.j;I@@’@@.j;m ready@@!
[[Start the shoot|joanphotoshoot2-4]].Zoe looks about the caravan, hoping for inspiration to strike. Her brain is becoming a little fogged with excitement and she’s not thinking as clearly as usual.
@@.j;What about the sofa@@? says Joan helpfully.
@@.z;Yeah@@, says Zoe huskily, picturing her grandmother draped over the cushions. @@.z;Good idea@@.
Joan climbs onto the sofa, kneeling up. She holds her hands over her head, fingers steepled, and closes her eyes. @@.j;How about this@@?
@@.embold;What are you waiting for@@? @@.embold;Stop drooling and start shooting@@!
Zoe whips out her phone and immediately gets to work, snapping her grandmother as she cycles through a series of poses.
@@.j;Funny how you never forget this stuff@@, says Joan. Now that she seems to have overcome her misgivings, it’s clear that she’s a professional, sliding easily from one pose to another. She lowers herself onto her forearms, sticking her bottom in the air and eyeing the camera devilishly. Then she rolls over onto her back and kicks her legs out, stretching her out her stockinged feet. Then back on her knees, she runs her hands down her bodiced chest and belly, slowly leaning forward to give the camera a clear look down her cleavage.
Zoe struggles to keep up with her grandmother’s fluid movements, doing her best to capture each momentarily held pose and all the time fighting against her own building desires. @@.z;You make it look so easy@@, @@.z;Grandma@@.
Joan sits back on the sofa, her legs held straight up to show off her bottom while she peers around her knees. @@.j;It helps to imagine that you@@’@@.j;re really performing for the people who will see the pictures@@, she says. @@.j;In this case@@, @@.j;BigBen and his naughty friends@@.
@@.z;He@@’@@.z;ll enjoy these@@, @@.z;all right@@, says Zoe, imagining Ben jacking his cock while looking at his Grandmother's naughty poses.
Joan’s really getting into it now, her positions getting increasingly more provocative. A hand on her breasts, fingers spread over her thighs, running dangerously close to the lace of her panties.
@@.z;Are you having a good time@@, @@.z;Grandma@@? asks Zoe, lowering her phone.
@@.j;Can you tell@@? laughs Joan. @@.j;Although I@@’@@.j;m not quite as flexible as I used to be@@. @@.j;Do you mind if we take a little break@@?
@@.z;Sure@@, says Zoe. She takes a seat next to her grandmother. @@.z;Do you want to have a look at the pictures so far@@?
@@.j;Yes please@@, Joan replies. @@.j;Let@@’@@.j;s see how I look@@.
Zoe hands Joan her phone and shows her how to look through the photos, all too aware of her grandmother’s body next to her, her big breasts looming up out of the bodice. She can smell the subtle scent of perfume wafting up from that cleavage, drawing her closer. She feels drool gathering in her mouth but can’t seem to swallow. Her hands are trembling with desire. She could fall into those tits forever. She inhales, gathering her grandmother’s scent. Would Joan mind if she just rested her head …?
@@.j;Oh my@@! exclaims Joan suddenly.
Zoe snaps out of her breast-induced daze to see that Joan has scrolled too far back through Zoe’s photo gallery and is now looking at one of the naughty selfies she took for Ben.
@@.z;Right@@. @@.z;About that@@.
Joan hands the phone back to her granddaughter. @@.j;Say no more@@, she says airily. @@.j;It@@’@@.j;s not for me to judge what kids get up to these days@@.
@@.z;You won@@’@@.z;t say anything to Mum and Dad@@, @@.z;will you@@?
@@.j;Of course I won@@’@@.j;t@@, says Joan. @@.j;I wouldn@@’@@.j;t want your fans to miss out@@, @@.j;would I@@?
Zoe tries to look like she doesn’t know what her grandmother is talking about.
@@.j;I assume you@@’@@.j;re taking them to put on this Fap websites@@, Joan says shrewdly.
@@.z;I might be@@, Zoe replies coyly.
@@.j;Well@@, @@.j;I can hardly say anything about that now@@, @@.j;can I@@. Joan looks down at her bulging breasts and smiles. @@.j;Well@@, @@.j;shall we continue@@?
[[Carry on with the shoot|joanphotoshoot2-5]].@@.z;I@@’@@.z;ve got an idea@@, says Zoe, getting up from the sofa.
@@.j;What@@’@@.j;s that then@@?
@@.z;Do you have a paper and a pen@@? @@.z;A marker pen preferably@@.
Joan gets up and goes to rummage in a cupboard, giving Zoe an eyeful of her bottom. @@.j;I should have something in here@@. Zoe licks her lips. @@.j;Here we are@@. Joan returns to the sofa, handing the materials to her granddaughter. @@.j;What are you thinking@@?
@@.z;I was thinking about a little fan engagement@@. She spreads the sheet of paper over the coffee table and pops the lid off the pen. @@.z;You need to show them that you@@’@@.z;re taking notice of their comments@@.
@@.j;I see@@. @@.j;So we should write them a message@@?
@@.z;Exactly@@, says Zoe. She thinks for a moment, chewing on the end of the pen. @@.z;I know@@.
Joan leans in close and watches as Zoe scribbles out the message:
<i>A special treat just for you, BigBen</i>
@@.j;A treat@@? @@.j;What are you about to make me do@@? @@.j;Do I need to be worried@@?
@@.z;It@@’@@.z;s nothing much@@, @@.z;Grandma@@. @@.z;And it@@’@@.z;ll make sure they keep coming back@@.
@@.j;I thought this was going to be a one@@-@@.j;off@@.
It’s Zoe’s turn to be airy now. @@.z;What@@’@@.z;s the harm@@?
@@.j;I don@@’@@.j;t know@@. @@.j;That depends on what you’re going to ask me to do@@.
Zoe takes a deep breath. Time for the plunge. @@.z;Take off the bodice@@.
Joan looks taken aback. @@.j;Excuse me@@, @@.j;young lady@@!
@@.z;Trust me@@, @@.z;Grandma@@.
@@.j;You want me to show these perverts my breasts@@?
@@.z;Why not@@? @@.z;Come on@@, @@.z;Grandma@@. @@.z;Think of the comments you@@’@@.z;ll get@@. @@.z;Think of the praise@@. @@.z;You@@’@@.z;d be like a goddess to them@@.
Joan can’t help but smile. @@.j;I suppose it might be nice to get a little more appreciation@@. She shakes her head. @@.j;But no@@. @@.j;I said I was going to leave all that behind me@@.
@@.z;But that was before you realised you could still get it@@! @@.z;It@@’@@.z;s not like it was even a few years ago@@. @@.z;The internet has changed everything@@!
Joan ponders over that. @@.j;I suppose you@@’@@.j;re right@@. @@.j;I@@’@@.j;d never thought about that before@@.
@@.z;Who knows@@, says Zoe, growing more excited. @@.z;We could even make some money@@.
@@.j;Steady on there@@, @@.j;young lady@@. @@.j;One thing at a time@@.
@@.z;What do you say@@? @@.z;Let@@’@@.z;s really give them something to look at@@!
@@.j;Oh all right@@, says Joan finally. She shakes her head. @@.j;Really@@, @@.z;Zoe@@, @@.z;I never knew you had this side to you@@. @@.z;I@@’@@.z;m a little shocked@@.
@@.z;Neither did I@@. Zoe looks directly at her grandmother’s breasts. @@.z;Now@@, @@.z;lets get those big old girls out@@.
Joan’s jaw drops, scandalised, but she purses her lips and gives Zoe a withering look.
[[Here they come|joanphotoshoot2-6]].Zoe helps her grandmother unfasten the clasps that run down the front of bodice, stopping occasionally to snap a picture. Joan quickly gets into the role of tease, feigning looks of shock as she bears herself one clasp at a time. By the time they reach the final fastening, her stupendous breasts are all but falling out.
Joan lets the garment fall away, giving Zoe a quick glimpse of her chunky nipples and big dark areolas, before covering her breasts with an arm. She’s blushing again, avoiding direct eye contact.
@@.z;Relax@@, @@.z;Grandma@@. @@.z;You really do look delicious@@. She hands her the paper with the message for BigBen. @@.z;Here@@. @@.z;You can cover yourself up with this@@.
Joan does as she’s told, holding the paper over her naked tits. Without the support of the bodice, they hang low against her belly.
@@.z;Lower@@, says Zoe as she lines up the camera. @@.z;And just a little bit more@@.
Joan positions the paper so that if it were any lower her nipples would start to show.
@@.z;Perfect@@. Zoe takes the picture. @@.z;I think BigBen is going to love this@@, she adds.
@@.j;I hope so@@..
@@.z;Now drop the paper@@, @@.z;Grandma@@.
The paper flutters to the floor and Joan’s tits are freed. Zoe snaps away feverishly. Joan, apparently at ease with her new role, takes hold of her tits and pushes them together, holding a theatrical wink. She even brings one of her wrinkled and blemished udders to her lips and kisses it softly just above the nipple.
@@.z;Perfect@@, Zoe pants, lowering the phone. @@.z;You@@’@@.z;re perfect@@. Joan is also breathing heavily, her cheeks flushed with something other than embarrassment. Zoe notices her other hand has come to rest on her navel and is sinking gradually lower. Her eyes close as her fingers pluck at the elastic of her panties.
@@.z;Erm@@, @@.z;Grandma@@ …
Joan eyes pop open. She lets go of her tit and flops back down next to its companion. @@.j;What@@? @@.j;Do you think that’s too much@@?
@@.z;For now@@, @@.z;I think@@, @@.z;yeah@@. @@.z;We don@@’@@.z;t want to give them everything all at once@@.
Joan climbs off the sofa, her gravid breasts swaying and hanging down as she stoops to pick up her dressing gown.
@@.z;Hey@@! @@.z;Where are you off to in such a hurry@@?
Joan’s sly smile is broader than Zoe has ever seen as she puts her gown back on. @@.j;I@@’@@.j;ve got a few things that need seeing to@@, she says.
@@.z;Oh@@, @@.j;do you need any help@@? Zoe affects an air of utter innocence.
A look of alarm crosses Joan’s face but she quickly regains her composure. @@.j;I don@@’@@.j;t think so@@, she says. @@.j;But run along and put those new pictures online@@. @@.j;And don@@’@@.j;t forget to come and show me what my fans think of them@@.
Zoe watches her grandmother retire to her bedroom.
@@.embold;It seems like she might have enjoyed those last few pictures a little too much@@.
[[Continue|Caravan]].<<set $joanstat[1].stage to '9'>><<set $joanstat[0].status to "2/10 - @@.j;Joan@@ got her tits out for the camera. She loves the attention.">>Zoe tries the handle to her Grandmother’s bedroom but the door doesn’t open.
@@.z;<i>It’s locked</i>@@!
@@.embold;Everyone needs their privacy now and again@@
Zoe crouches and places her ear against the door. It’s ever so faint, but she can hear the rustling of bedsheets and what sounds like heavy breathing.
[[Continue|Caravan]].Zoe wakes up to hear a knocking at her door. @@.z;Yeah@@? she groans weakly.
@@.h;It’s me@@, says Helen from the landing. @@.h;Can I come in@@?
@@.z;Yeah, OK@@. Zoe sits up and rubs her eyes. @@.z;What time is it@@, she asks as her mother comes in.
@@.h;About ten@@. Helen smiles indulgently. @@.h;Don’t worry. I’m not here to get you out of bed. I just wanted to check something with you@@.
@@.z;Sure. What do you need, Mum@@?
Helen sits down on the chair at Zoe’s desk, turning so she’s facing the bed. @@.h;I wanted to ask you about your plans for the rest of the summer@@.
@@.z;Oh right@@, says Zoe, yawning and sitting up higher. @@.z;I’m not really sure. I figured I’d probably just play it by ear@@.
@@.h;Are you thinking of staying here for a bit longer? Only you were pretty clear when you got here that you could only stay for a week, and that was over a week ago@@.
It’s true. Zoe had forgotten all about her plans to get back to university. She’s been so consumed by her growing lusts and desires for her family that nothing else really seems to matter. Helen’s reminder brings her somewhat back to reality. She can’t leave now, not when she’s made such progress. She feels something big is on the horizon, something that will transform her life, setting it on a bold new course. But unless she stays at home with her family, that future will be put in jeopardy. She has to stay at home. She’s never been more so sure of anything before. She has to!
Helen must interpret her daughter’s hesitation for something else because she says, @@.h;I don’t mind, darling. This is your home and you can stay as long as you want@@.
Zoe relaxes, her mother’s words cooling the anxiety that had been building inexplicably in her body, a churning in her gut and a tightening of her pelvic muscles. @@.z;Are you sure@@? she says. @@.z;I’ve been having such a nice time and I really don’t want to go back to my smelly old dorm until I have to@@.
Helen can barely hide her pleasure. @@.h;Of course I’m sure. It’s been so lovely having you back here. I don’t think I’d realised how much I missed you@@.
@@.z;Oh Mum@@, says Zoe, stretched out her arms for a cuddle. @@.z;Come here@@.
Helen comes and sits on the edge of the bed and hugs Zoe back. Zoe breathes her in, safe in the knowledge that she doesn’t have to leave her home, her nest. Safe in Mummy’s arms. @@.z;I missed you too, Mum@@, she says.
@@.h;I know your dad missed you too. And Ben, in his own strange way@@.
Zoe sniggers. @@.z;I doubt that@@.
Helen pulls away, her face turning serious. @@.h;You know Molly will be coming home soon, don’t you@@.
Zoe nods. @@.z;Yeah. Next week or something@@?
@@.h;That depends on how things go at her parole hearing. It could be tomorrow, could be next month@@.
@@.z;I see. Well, I hope she’s back before I have to leave@@.
@@.h;Really@@? Helen seems surprised. @@.h;I was expecting you to run a mile@@.
@@.z;I think it’s time Molly and I put our problems behind us. Prison might have changed her. She’s going to need all of our help and support@@.
For a moment Helen looks like she might be about to cry. @@.h;That’s so lovely to hear@@, she says. @@.h;But don’t forget, Molly owes this family for what she put it through@@.
@@.z;I’ve not forgotten@@, says Zoe.
@@.embold;We’ll welcome her back into the family with open arms@@.
Helen gives her daughter a kiss on the cheek then stands and makes to leave. @@.h;That’s that sorted then. I’ll leave you alone to get up in peace@@.
@@.z;Thanks, Mum. I’ll see you in a bit@@.
Helen leaves Zoe alone to her thoughts, thoughts of just how Molly might go about repaying her debts. Her older sister might be surprised just how much the family home has changed in her absence.
@@.embold;Pleasantly surprised, we hope@@.
[[Get up|zoeroom]].
Zoe logs back on to her Imagefap account, happy to see a slew of new comments and followers. As before, there is a mixture of appreciation and obscenity. They’re all, however, similar in their apparent desire for more.
@@.embold;It’s a good job we’ve got more to give them then, isn’t it@@?
Zoe downloads the photos from her cloud, making sure to create backup copies. The more copies of these photos there are in the world, the more that people will see them. Now, with the photos now uploaded onto the website, Zoe can rest in the knowledge that it will only be a matter of time until Ben sees them.
No need to send him a link this time either. He’s probably keeping a sharp eye on Joan’s profile. Honestly, she had no idea Ben was so primed for incestuous attraction. She shrugs. @@.z;<i>Every family must have one</i>@@.
@@.embold;Or more, hopefully@@.
Zoe spends a little bit more time looking at the photos, especially the last few of the second shoot. Amazing really, how easy it was to persuade her grandmother to exhibit herself like that. There’s so much potential in the situation. Perhaps she’d go as far as to perform on video? And with a partner? A certain BigBen, perhaps? @@.z;<i>No way. She wouldn’t do that</i>@@.
@@.embold;You never know until you try@@.
[[Continue|laptopscreen]].<<set $joanstat[1].stage to '10'>>@@.z;<i>It</i>@@ @@.z;is@@ @@.z;<i>Ben</i>@@! @@.z;<i>Just what does that boy think he</i>@@’@@.z;<i>s doing</i>@@?
Zoe’s brother appears to be attempting to look inside their grandmother’s caravan. He’s crouched by the far end where it backs up against the hedge, and peeping up over the narrow windowsill. @@.z;<i>That’s Grandma</i>@@’@@.z;<i>s bedroom</i>@@, thinks Zoe. @@.z;<i>The little pervert</i>@@!
@@.embold;This is what we wanted@@, @@.embold;remember@@?
Zoe shrugs and makes her way over to her brother. She passes her father, apparently oblivious to his son’s activities. Ben seems oblivious too; he doesn’t even notice her when she crouches next to him.
@@.z;What@@’@@.z;s going on here@@, @@.z;Ben@@? she says mock-sternly.
@@.b;What@@-@@.b;Oh Jesus@@! he exclaims, falling back into the hedge. He looks up at her, his face white. @@.b;This isn@@’@@.b;t what you think@@.
Zoe looks down at him, her eyes narrowed. @@.z;How do you know what I think@@?
@@.b;I@@-@@.b;I@@-@@.b;you@@, he gestures uselessly, cringing. @@.b;I was only@@-@@.b;I just@@
@@.z;You@@’@@.z;re not making much sense here@@, @@.z;Ben@@. @@.z;Maybe I should just take a look myself@@?
@@.b;NO@@! shouts Ben. He looks over at Terry, who appears not to have heard him, and then says, his voice lowered, @@.b;Please@@, @@.b;Zoe@@, @@.b;don@@’@@.b;t@@.
Zoe ignores her brother’s heartfelt pleas and pulls herself level with the windowsill, peering carefully into Joan’s bedroom. @@.z;<i>Woah</i>@@! Joan is naked on her bed, enthroned on a mound of carefully piled cushions. Not only is she naked, but she’s masturbating, and going at it with some vigour too, her lined face bunched up in pleasure. She’s rubbing at her pussy and squeezing on her big tits in her other hand, occasionally bringing her nipple up to her lips for a short suck.
Look back down at Ben, one eyebrow raised, Zoe says, @@.z;You@@’@@.z;re watching Grandma masturbate@@?
Ben turns even whiter. He tries to speak but only garbled sounds come out of his mouth.
@@.z;What@@’@@.z;s wrong with you@@? Zoe looks back through the window and sees that Joan is now kneeling up and grinding against one of her big plush pillows. @@.z;Although I must admit@@, @@.z;she does put on quite the show@@.
She crouches back down and turns once again to her brother. @@.z;But still@@, @@.z;this is very naughty of you@@, @@.z;Ben@@. @@.z;What would Dad say if he knew what you were doing@@?
That threat seems to give Ben back his voice. @@.b;Oh God@@. @@.b;Please@@, @@.b;Zoe@@. @@.b;Don@@’@@.b;t tell anyone@@. @@.b;I can explain everything@@.
@@.z;Explain@@? Zoe scoffs. @@.z;As interesting as that would be@@, @@.b;I@@’@@.b;ve got a better idea@@.
Ben looks up at her, his expression dismal, knowing that his sister holds all of the cards.
@@.embold;Don’t be too hard on the boy@@. @@.embold;He is@@, @@.embold;after all@@, @@.embold;your brother@@.
[[Continue|beenpeepingjoan2]].While the Morgan family sleeps, something in the forest stirs. Back at the crash site, at the bottom of the crater, new life is emerging from the remains of the egg. Something hauls itself out of the egg and slithers down onto the ground, shivering in the cold of the night. It lets out a sharp psychic cry of terror. It is scared. It is alone.
[[It needs a home|infestation2]].
Back at the house, Zoe wakes with a start. Her skin is practically thrumming with anxiety, her heart hammering in her chest. There’s someone out there who needs help, someone scared and alone. That someone is out in the woods behind the house and they need her help. She doesn’t know how she knows that, but she also doesn’t question it, can’t question it. The sense of conviction is almost overpowering, as if nothing else matters.
@@.embold;What are you waiting for@@, @@.embold;girl@@. @@.embold;GO@@!
Zoe leaps out of bed and dashes out of her room. She doesn’t even bother to dress more warmly, so great is the emergency. She thunders down the stairs, not caring who she wakes up in the process. Tearing across the living room and through the sliding door to the garden, she startles Rocket, who cowers down into his basket.
Outside, the pitch of the urgency ratchets up. Under the light of the moon, she crosses the lawn and starts to climb the fence that backs onto the forest. She loses her footing at the top and crashes down to the other side, landing heavily on her hip. But there’s practically no pain, and Zoe hauls herself upright, launching herself deeper into the trees. Whatever is calling her now wails like a siren in her mind, getting louder and more demanding with each step. She hobbles on as fast as she can. @@.z;<i>I</i>@@’@@.z;<i>m coming</i>@@, she tries to tell whatever it is. @@.z;<i>Don</i>@@’@@.z;<i>t worry</i>@@. @@.z;<i>I</i>@@’@@.z;<i>m coming</i>@@!
@@.embold;FASTER@@!
On she stumbles, tripping over roots and rocks, until eventually she comes to the [[clearing and the crater|infestationchoice]]. Zoe hurries to the edge of the crater and peers inside. She can’t see much, but there’s something moving down there, something alive. @@.z;<i>I</i>@@’@@.z;<i>m here</i>@@, she thinks at it, trying to soothe its panic. @@.z;<i>Zoe</i>@@’@@.z;<i>s here</i>@@. She sits on the lip of the crater and carefully slides her way down.
Around the shattered remains of a massive egg writhes a long wormlike creature, like nothing she’s ever seen before. It is vaguely serpentine in form, perhaps twelve inches long, sinuous and thick, with a number of short stubby limbs along its sides that appear to be secreting a thick green slime. At what Zoe assumes is the head there is a strange assemblage of frantically waving tentacles, like those of a sea anemone. The creature looks soft, squishy and vulnerable, frantically wriggling and flexing like a fish struggling for air on the seashore.
Zoe’s heart melts for this poor, helpless, freakish thing. @@.z;Oh@@, @@.z;you poor baby@@, she coos, crawling closer. The creature seems to relax somewhat as she draws near, its thrashing becoming much less chaotic.
@@.embold;We@@’@@.embold;re ready@@, comes the voice in her mind, the voice that has prompted, cajoled, threatened and soothed. It is only now, gazing down at the desperate creature before her, that she realises that the voice is her, or at least a part of her. @@.embold;Yes@@. @@.embold;We are one@@.
A buzz of warmth and happiness fills Zoe’s mind. She feels complete as never before, as if her whole life up to this point has been grey and meaningless. And now, as the creature draws ever closer, she knows what she needs to do.
<<if $analinfest is true>>What should Zoe do?
[[Open her legs|vaginfest]].
Or
[[Offer her ass|assinfest]]<<else>>[[Open her legs|vaginfest]].<</if>>Despite the shard of fear at the back of her mind, Zoe has no doubt that the thing she’s about to do will change everything. She slowly takes off her bed shorts and lies back on the sloping wall of the crater. She opens her legs cautiously, never taking her eyes off the creature still lurching towards her. @@.z;Come on@@, she says. @@.z;You can come and live inside of me@@. She wills the creature on, a smile growing on her lips as its pace quickens.
@@.embold;Don@@’@@.embold;t be afraid@@. @@.embold;We want this@@. @@.embold;We need this@@.
@@.z;I need this@@, Zoe repeats, nodding to herself.
@@.embold;We@@’@@.embold;ll become a powerful broodmother@@, @@.embold;and bear many offspring@@.
@@.z;I@@’@@.z;ll become the most powerful broodmother@@, @@.z;and bear many offspring@@.
@@.embold;Good@@. @@.embold;Very good@@. @@.embold;Now lay back and enjoy@@.
Zoe gasps as she feels the waving tentacles of the thing against her pussy. She looks down, her body momentarily stiffening as she sees it squirming between her legs. Then she realises that the creature’s touch is quite pleasant, stimulating, in fact. She relaxes back into the dirt, enjoying the sensation of the tiny tentacles against her pussy. They’re so dextrous, sliding between her lips in bold sweeps and flicking at her tender clit. There’s a strength to its motion, but also a tenderness that makes Zoe want to melt. In a matter of seconds it brings her to a profound and powerful orgasm.
@@.embold;Invite it inside@@.
[[Open wide|vaginfest2]].Despite the shard of fear at the back of her mind, Zoe has no doubt that the thing she’s about to do will change everything. She slowly takes off her bed shorts and walks over to the mewling, writhing thing before her, her legs, backside and pubis bare to the cool night air. She stands over the creature and squats down, as if she’s preparing to defecate. But nothing is coming out of Zoe’s butt tonight – instead something’s going in.
The brainworm is startled at Zoe’s decisive display, but is nonetheless pleased. The host’s gut will be as good a place as any for the new generation to be spawned. But its compatriot will need a little help....
@@.embold;Don@@’@@.embold;t be afraid@@. @@.embold;We want this@@. @@.embold;We need this@@.
@@.z;I need this@@, Zoe repeats.
@@.embold;We@@’@@.embold;ll become a powerful broodmother@@, @@.embold;and bear many offspring@@.
@@.z;I@@’@@.z;ll become the most powerful broodmother@@, @@.z;and bear many offspring@@.
@@.embold;Good@@. @@.embold;Very good@@. @@.embold;Now pick it up@@ ....
Zoe licks her lips hesitantly. Is she really going to go through with this? Then she looks down at the creature and she feels its plight once again, deep in her gut. @@.z; How can I not?@@
She scoops the wriggling worm up in her hand, feeling its slimy coolness against the skin of her palm, then, keeping her legs bent and her body angled slightly forward, she reaches around and gently places it at the base of her spine, just nestling between the cheeks of her buttocks. Immediately the creature responds – it has instinctively grasped what the host wants it to do. Slithering and wriggling down across her plump cheeks, it makes its way slowly and carefully towards the vulnerable, sensitive and puckered flesh of her arsehole.
Zoe tries to look back but she can’t turn her head far enough. Then feeling around her anus is pleasant, a tickling that sends shivers through her body. Slowly, however, she realises that the creature is struggling, flailing in its attempts to find purchase on the soft and jiggly flesh of her bum.
@@.embold;You need to help it along@@.
[[Help the creature|assinfest2]].@@.z;Here@@’@@.z;s what you’re going to do@@, says Zoe boldly. @@.z;You@@’@@.z;re going to go back inside the house and then you@@’@@.z;re going to go to your bedroom@@. @@.z;Then@@, @@.z;you@@’@@.z;re going to take a picture of that nice big cock of yours and send it to me@@.
Ben looks up at aghast. @@.b;What the actual fuck@@, @@.b;Zoe@@?
@@.z;Do you want me to tell Dad@@?
@@.b;Of course not@@, hisses Ben. @@.b;But@@ … @@.b;I can@@’@@.b;t even@@.
@@.z;And then there@@’@@.z;s the matter of BigBen@@. @@.z;I@@’@@.z;m sure Mum and Dad would love to hear about him@@, @@.z;too@@.
@@.b;Oh fuck@@, groans Ben, writhing in the bushes. @@.b;They@@’@@.b;d fucking kill me@@.
<<if $benwankbank is true>>@@.z;You should have thought about that before setting up your family wank bank@@, @@.z;shouldn@@'@@.z;t you@@?
@@.b;You fucking looked at my computer@@! screeches Ben, his head in his hands.
@@.z;Of course I did@@. Zoe bite her lip and lifts the edge of her top. @@.z;Do you really think I@@'@@.z;m a slut@@?<<else>>@@.z;You should have thought about that@@, @@.z;shouldn@@'@@.z;t you@@?<</if>>
Ben scowls up at her. @@.b;You fucking set all this up@@, @@.b;didn@@’@@.b;t you@@. @@.b;First those photos@@, @@.b;now this@@. @@.b;You sick twisted fuck@@. @@.b;What@@’@@.b;s wrong with you@@?
@@.z;Careful@@, @@.z;Ben@@, says Zoe, wagging a finger. @@.z;Do I need to remind you who is currently lying in the hedge@@? She takes a step towards him and places her foot carefully on his crotch, feeling the substantial swell of his cock and balls. @@.z;Maybe I did set all this up@@. @@.z;Maybe I didn@@’@@.z;t@@. @@.z;But who are they going to believe@@? @@.z;Me@@, @@.z;sweet little Zoe@@, @@.z;or you@@? She presses down slightly, causing Ben to stiffen and try to pull away deeper into the hedge.
@@.b;OK@@! @@.b;OK!@@, he says, defeated. @@.z;I@@’@@.b;ll send you the fucking picture@@.
@@.z;Good boy@@! Zoe takes her foot off his crotch, steps back and holds out a hand to help him up. He ignores it, struggling up by himself. She reaches and brushes some broken twigs off his clothes. @@.z;I@@’@@.z;m glad you@@’@@.z;ve accepted my deal@@.
@@.b;You@@’@@.z;re such a freak@@, @@.z;Zoe@@. @@.z;I hope you know that@@.
@@.z;I@@’@@.z;ve been called worse@@, she says, brushing aside his insult. @@.z;Now then@@, @@.z;run along and do what you@@’@@.z;ve been told to@@. @@.z;If I don@@’@@.z;t get it by the end of the day@@, @@.z;I@@’@@.z;ll tell@@.
@@.b;Fuck you@@, says Ben, and storms off, his fists clenched.
@@.embold;You@@’@@.embold;ve really got it in for him@@. @@.embold;I really do hope you intend to make it up to him@@.
Zoe looks back into Joan’s bedroom, where the old woman is still intent on pleasuring herself. She smiles to herself and nods. @@.z;<i>Of course I do</i>@@. @@.z;<i>When I feel like it</i>@@, @@.z;<i>that is</i>@@.
[[Continue|Garden]].<<set $zoesex[0].voyeurisms += 1, $benstat[1].stage to '11', $joanstat[1].stage is '11'>><<set $joan2complete to true>><<set $benstat[0].status to "2/10 - @@.b;Ben@@ was caught peeping on his grandmother masturbating.", $joanstat[0].status to "3/10 - @@.j;Joan@@ now spends a lot of her time masturbating in her bedroom.">><<set $zoesex[0].voyeurisms += 1>>The door is locked. What's he doing in there?
[[Back|Landing]].Zoe, her phone gripped in her fist, paces up and down the length of her room.
@@.z;<i>He</i>@@’@@.z;<i>d better send it</i>@@, she thinks impatiently, knowing that to go through with her threat would undermine everything she’s achieved so far.
@@.embold;Patience@@, @@.embold;girl@@. @@.embold;He@@’@@.embold;ll send it@@.
Zoe looks at her phone again but the screen is still empty of notifications. She’s just about to throw it onto her bed when it buzzes in her hand.
@@.embold;See@@.
Zoe peers at the screen, ready for disappointment, but she sees it’s a message from Ben and her heart leaps in her chest. She quickly unlocks the screen and opens the message.
<i>There! Happy now?</i>
@@.z;<i>Well</i>@@, @@.z;<i>that</i>@@’@@.z;<i>s a cock all right</i>@@, she thinks, looking at the picture. It’s inexpertly taken, the picture on the screen of Zoe’s phone is undoubtedly of a penis. Flaccid, it hangs out of an open pair of trousers, emerging from a dark bush of pubic hair. Zoe tries to think back to seeing Ben in the shower, comparing her memory with what she’s looking at. She didn’t really get that close a look and, well, what’s to tell one cock from the next? @@.z;<i>I was hoping he</i>@@’@@.z;<i>d try a little harder</i>@@. @@.z;<i>He could have got this picture from any old place</i>@@.
@@.embold;You could always go and check@@?
Zoe frowns at the thought. @@.z;<i>I could do that</i>@@. A smile spreads across her lips.
@@.embold;It would be an opportunity to make up for all the grief you@@’@@.embold;ve been giving him@@, @@.embold;too@@.
Zoe nods, sliding the phone back into her pocket. Perhaps Ben does deserve a break.
[[Continue|zoeroom]]<<set $benstat[1].stage to '12'>>@@.z;Climb inside me@@, @@.z;little one@@, Zoe groans, too blissed-out to care. With the fingers of her left hand, she spreads her labia wide open. @@.z;Climb inside your new home@@.
The next stage turns out to be a little more alarming. Zoe yelps as the worm forces the entire mass of its tentacled head into her vagina, yet an element of gentleness still remains as the tentacles massage the inside of her vagina. With expert precision, it locates her g-spot, forcing out another orgasm. Zoe cries out in pleasure, her bliss lost to the woods.
By now the first pair of the creature’s stunted legs are pawing at Zoe’s outer labia, grasping for traction. It finally finds its grip and, with its body undulating in grotesque waves, hauls itself deeper into Zoe’s pussy. She groans at the renewed intrusion, tossing back her head and gritting her teeth. She’s never even been properly fucked before today, yet now she is writhing in the dirt, under the open sky, her vagina deeply penetrated by this alien creature that she has invited to take up residence within her body.
Huffing and puffing, Zoe stares down and sees, with a mixture of horror and excited fascination, that the worm has already embedded almost half of its entire length inside her. It wriggles and writhes between her legs, looking for all the world as if she has grown a stunted tail. Unable to resist, she begins fingering her clit again, her pussy gushing juices that ease the worm’s passage.
Lodged inside the host’s birth canal, the bug comes up against the barrier of her cervix. While currently presenting a serious obstacle, this part of her body will also protect it once it has found a way past. From tiny orifices at the ends of its limbs, it starts to pump out a runny slime that teems with a suite of ultramicroscopic organisms. These tiny creatures quickly burrow into the walls of the host's vagina, invading the muscles and infiltrating their cells. Gradually, ahead of the creature, the cervix starts to dilate.
Zoe feels a runniness between her legs. Terrified for a moment that she is bleeding, she looks down. But there’s no blood, only a strange green goo flowing out of around the body of the creature wedged in her cunt.
@@.embold;We@@’@@.embold;re almost there@@!
Moments later, a strange sensation fills her lower body, as if all her muscles are going slack. Sliding a little on the slope, she struggles to keep herself from falling all the way. Then comes a sharp thrust deep inside, causing her breath to whoosh out of her lungs in great gusts. She sucks in more air, trying to steady her breathing. A part of her mind wonders why it doesn’t hurt. She knows it must be there inside her mind somewhere, the agony of what is taking place. @@.embold;It@@’@@.embold;s never going to hurt@@. @@.embold;It@@’@@.embold;s nothing but pleasure for us from this moment@@!
Between Zoe’s legs, the creature’s tail wriggles once, twice, then disappears fully inside of her. She suddenly feels so full, so stuffed, as if her body up to this point had been an unfinished thing, now complete. She props herself up on her elbows, staring in amazement at her navel bulging outwards obscenely - and then an almighty orgasm buries her thoughts in rolling waves of bliss. All coherent thoughts are shattered and cast adrift, reduced to mere bestial sound and she collapses back into the dirt, writhing and shuddering with the sensation.
The cervix closes behind the creature, sealing it inside the host’s womb. Safe in its new home, it sets about putting things in order. It pumps the area immediately surrounding it with slime, the microorganisms immediately getting to work transforming the organ, some digging into the uterine walls while others swim out and away, seeking out the host’s ovaries. The creature, tired from its exertion, settles down to rest. Inside its own body, the first of many eggs is almost ready to be born.
[[It is done|vaginfest3]].Zoe opens her eyes. Above her she sees the leafy branches of trees, cast in silhouette by the bright moon. The mind-blitzing orgasmic aftereffects gradually clear and she looks down at her belly. The skin is taut and bulging like a hummock in a plain. She places her hands tentatively, stroking the sweat-cooled skin. Under her touch, something stirs, causing the skin to stretch and distort even further.
@@.z;There you are@@, she coos, unable and unwilling to keep the affection out of her voice. @@.z;You@@’@@.z;re safe now@@, @@.z;my darling@@.
@@.embold;We did well@@.
Zoe nods, taking in the chaos of her immediate surroundings. The dirt is furrowed from her writhing and around her bottom pools of thick slime are slowly congealing. She’s in a state herself, her naked legs covered in dirt and other woodland detritus, not to mention the slime slathering her groin and thighs. She looks back down at her mounded belly, feeling weariness creeping upon her. @@.z;Sleep@@, she murmurs. @@.z;Need sleep@@.
@@.embold;Then rest@@. @@.embold;We@@’@@.embold;ve earned it@@. @@.embold;Sleep@@. @@.embold;We@@’@@.embold;re safe here@@.
[[Rest|infestwake]].<<set $zoe[3].wombadj1 to 'slime-filled', $zoe[3].wombstatus to "is now infested with an egg-producing wombworm", $zoe[5].vagadj3 to "is now occasionally leaking excess womb slime">><<set $wombworm to true>><<set $wombwormloc to 'vag'>><<set $zoesex[0].org += 2>>Here is a list of all the creatures Zoe and her family have encountered (and bred) so far.
[[The Broodmother|broodmother]].
[[The Brainworm|brainworm]].<<if $wombworm is true>>
[[The Wombworm|wombworm]].<</if>><<if $broodling[0].birth is true>>
[[The Broodling|broodling]].<</if>><<if $surveilance[0].first is true>>
[[The Surveillance Organism|surveilanceorganism]].<</if>>
<<back>><font size="5"><u>The Brainworm</u></font>
The brainworm is the most basic form in the alien colonisation unit. It is a small,grub-like being, approximately an inch in length and lacking any form of self-defence. Inside the egg, the brainworm rests in a layer of protective gel between the inner and outer shells. If an organic lifeform comes within close proximity of the egg, the brainworm will hatch and attempt to infest it.
The role of the brainworm is to form an initial contact with the target biosphere, selecting a target host to be utilised as a platform for breeding the larger assault force (see [[broodmother]] entry). Once this host has been selected, the host must burrow inside its body and attempt to fuse with its nervous system. The brainworm is an incredibly versatile creation and has been found to be compatible with a great number of different host forms in a range of environments. From the gaseous entities of Nasqueron to the sentient plant colonies of Pax, the brainworm has found ways to subvert even the strangest of host forms.
Once implanted inside its host, the brainworm attempts to hijack the host’s nervous system, twisting it to its own ends. The more sophisticated the organism, the more difficult this task is. Life forms that show a strong tendency towards social behaviour, however, are much more easily manipulated than their advanced nervous systems might otherwise suggest. In addition to its ability to alter and redirect the biochemical signaling of its host, the brainbug can also manufacture and distribute its own suite of hormones to take more direct control. This ability, however, is energy intensive and requires the brainworm to enter a resting state between uses. This being the case, brainworms tend to engage in slow and creeping campaigns of host domination. Utilising direct access to the host animal’s subjective experience, memories and knowledge, the brainworm suggests, prods, cajoles and wheedles, its voice hopefully mistaken for the host’s own interior monologue or instinct.
It is the brainworm’s mission to prepare the initial host for further infestation. During this crucial stage, it must remain in close proximity to the initial landing site, maintaining a strong psychic link to the egg and its second passenger. Stray too far and the brainworm will weaken and perish, relinquishing any control it might have established over its host.
<<back>>@@.b;I can@@’@@.b;t believe I’m doing this@@, says Ben.
@@.z;It@@’@@.z;s only a cock@@, mutters Zoe.
@@.b;But I@@’@@.b;m your brother@@, he says with finality.
@@.z;Is that what BigBen thinks when he’s writing about how much he wants to fuck his slutty sister@@?
Ben doesn’t say anything to that, just scowls at her. He stands up and lets his trousers drop. His bulky package is clearly visible inside his tight white boxer shorts. Zoe licks her lips but restrains herself, moving over to his desk chair.
@@.z;There we go@@. @@.z;That wasn’t so hard@@, @@.z;was it@@. @@.z;Come on@@, @@.z;now for the shorts@@.
Ben pulls down his boxer shorts and stands, his head down and his hands cupping his bits, clearly embarrassed. Of course, there’s far too much for him to cover effectively. Zoe can see through his fingers to the dark mass of his pubic hair behind. She can also see the swell of his balls.
@@.z;Hands@@, she says sternly. @@.z;Come on@@, @@.z;Ben@@. @@.z;Don@@’@@.z;t make this any harder than it needs to be@@. She watches, smirking at her own crudeness, as her brother lowers his hands from his crotch. @@.z;There he is@@! croons Zoe. @@.z;Finally@@.
Ben’s cock, now free of his hands, dangles between his legs. It looks weighty and thick, its bulbous head partially covered by a hood of foreskin. Zoe nods her approval, impressed. Even flaccid, her brother’s cock is a good 5 inches long. His balls are pretty big too, hanging pendulously in their wrinkled sack.
@@.z;OK@@, says Zoe, pulling her phone out of her pocket. @@.z;Time to compare@@. She opens the picture Ben sent her and, leaning forward, holds it next to his cock. She tilts her head from side to side, closes one eye and then the other. It looks about right. She looks up at him but he won’t meet her eye. @@.z;It looks like you might have been telling the truth after all@@, she says thoughtfully.
@@.b;Well I did tell you@@, he says, reaching down for his shorts and trousers.
[[Wait a minute|Benwanking2]]!@@.embold;Stop him@@! @@.embold;We@@’@@.embold;re not done here yet@@!
@@.z;Wait just a minute@@, Zoe says, stopping him. @@.z;I didn’t say you could put it away just yet, did I@@? Zoe gazes at her brother’s dick, trying to imagine what it might look like hard. Her voice is suddenly pitched slightly lower, more seductive. @@.z;You@@’@@.z;ve got a very nice cock here@@, @@.z;Ben@@. @@.z;There are some very lucky girls out there waiting for you@@. @@.z;I@@’@@.z;m jealous@@.
Ben’s breathing seems to catch slightly. His hands twitch by his side.
@@.z;Such big balls too@@, says Zoe, her voice like silk. @@.z;God@@, @@.z;if I wasn@@’@@.z;t your sister@@. There we go. His dick definitely twitched there. @@.z;How big you must be when you@@’@@.z;re all stiff@@, @@.z;eh@@? Oh, yes, it looks like he’s starting to get stiff now. She looks up at him, a glimmer of naughtiness in her eye. @@.z;Are you getting hard right now@@, @@.z;Ben@@?
Ben is standing bolt straight, his arms rigid at his side. He looks like he’s trying with all his might to deny what is happening, but of course he can’t help it. Inexorably, his cock gradually stiffens, filling out and rising, the foreskin pulling back from the big purple head slightly, revealing the wide slit of his urethra.
@@.z;Are you getting hard thinking about me or do you just like it when I talk about your cock@@? His breathing is getting deeper now. @@.z;Because it really is a very nice-looking thing. Just look at it@@! @@.z;It@@’@@.z;s huge@@.
Zoe sits back on the chair, making herself comfortable. @@.z;Will you stroke it for me@@?
Ben grunts. He reaches up slowly, as if possessed, and takes his now rigid cock in his fist.
@@.z;Good boy@@! says Zoe, delighted by her brother’s acquiescence. @@.z;Now look at me@@.
Ben refuses and just stands there, head bowed, his eyes closed as he slowly pumps his hand up and down his shaft. It really is a beautiful tool, massive in both length and girth, a proper baby maker. Zoe feels that liquid warmth in her belly as she imagines letting him plunge into her, filling her with his seed.
@@.z;I said look at me@@!
Ben finally opens his eyes, glaring right at Zoe. For a moment she’s stunned by the resentment in his eyes, but she shakes it off. @@.z;Do you think of me when you@@’@@.z;re in here doing that@@? she asks. @@.z;Do you look at those pictures I sent you@@?
Ben nods once, his hand, now slick with precum, sliding up and down his length with ease.
@@.z;That@@’@@.z;s good@@, says Zoe. @@.z;Because that@@’@@.z;s why I sent them to you@@. She runs a hand under her top, lifting it to just below her bra. She stops and shakes her head. She can feel Ben’s eyes on her body now, watching her hands as she rubs them over her chest. @@.z;Do you like watching me@@? she says between sighing breaths, pushing out her tits and opening her legs. @@.z;Do you like watching your sister touch her body@@?
Ben’s nodding is vigorous now. He’s stroking himself quicker now, his hand squelching up and down, up and down. He bites his teeth down into his bottom lip, his breath hissing in and out of his nose.
@@.z;Are you going to cum for me@@, @@.z;Ben@@? says Zoe, fixing her brother with a hard stare. @@.z;Yes@@? @@.z;Go on@@. @@.z;Cum for your big sister@@.
Ben makes a strangled groan and a shiver runs down his body. He begins thrusting his hips forward slightly and, a second later, arcs of pearlescent semen are firing out the end of his cock, landing between Zoe’s outspread feet. She giggles in joy, watching the look of abject pleasure in the scrunched-up features of her brother’s face. @@.z;Good boy@@! she exclaims, clapping her hands together delightedly.
Ben lets himself fall back on to his bed, panting heavily. His cock, rapidly shrinking, is trailing a thin tendril of spunk. He looks up at his sister sheepishly.
She climbs out of her seat and leans over. @@.z;Don@@’@@.z;t worry@@, she whispers in his ear, feeling him shiver below her. @@.z;Your secrets are safe with me@@. She makes to leave but feels him grab her arm.
@@.b;Hey@@, says Ben. He lets go of her and swallows, hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. @@.b;Did you really mean all that stuff@@?
Zoe shrugs and winks. @@.z;Maybe@@.
[[Continue|Benroom]].<<set $benstat[1].stage to '13', $ben2complete to true>><<set $benstat[0].status to "3/10 - @@.b;Ben@@ tossed himself off in front of his big sister. Naughty boy.">><font size="5"><u>The Broodmother</u></font>
Penetrate to the heart of any successful breeding colony and you will find a broodmother. A breeding machine of near limitless potential, she exists to procreate, spawning and siring countless offspring. She seeks to breed with almost all life forms she encounters, drawing other organisms under her influence using a plethora of strategies, ranging from sheer force to chemical and psychological manipulation.
Although the broodmother’s skills are circumscribed by the base physiology of the host, mutagens manufactured by her early offspring will quickly transform and upgrade her breeding capabilities. Mutated beyond the limits of that physiology, almost every part of a fully developed broodmother’s body is put to work breeding. Tissues stretch and expand as cavities left by recycled organs fill with a rich mixture of biomass, eggs and larvae. Obsolete digestive tracts become nurseries, while repurposed mammary glands engorge into writhing hives of alien forms. Every single orifice in the broodmother’s body becomes a conduit for her babies, letting her delight in a near constant state of labour. Capable of both self-impregnation and receiving impregnation from another, a mature and well-established broodmother will continue to grow immensely beyond its original form, developing into nothing more than a gargantuan sentient factory, vast and bloated, taut and wriggling with new, continuously birthing life.
But before she can relax into a life of breeding bliss, the broodmother’s tasks are manifold. As soon as the brainworm (see [[brainworm]] entry) has secured her compliance, the broodmother instantly sets about forming its nest. At this stage she is vulnerable and must rely on her wits to survive. Of course, the outcome of this largely depends on the means the brainworm took to secure the compliance of the host creature. A broodmother whose will has been crushed, rather than subverted, will struggle to bring its relatives into the brood and will instead rely on capturing and copulating with the smaller and less developed creatures around it, leading to a stunted and inefficient hive. An optimal broodmother, however, its personality intact but enslaved to the will of its brainworm, will attempt to ingratiate itself with those of its own kind, seeking and creating chances to engage in sexualised activity. A common phenomenon, in hosts belonging to species of a particularly social bent, is the preference for incestuous breeding. In hives built predominantly of these sorts of species, the key breeders will often be related, having been the first to fall victim to the broodmother’s insatiable lusts.
When combined with a wombbug, the broodmother will rapidly birth basic broodling forms, slowly building a nest and supplementing its skills and abilities with adaptations and mutations. Thus developed, she will then start to bring other organisms into her nest, increasing its productivity and the range of forms it can produce.
Once a biosphere contains a small number of fully developed nests, it is usually only a matter of time until it succumbs in its entirety, offering up its biomass for the good of the greater hive. Due to their residual will, however, broodmothers are intensely territorial and will often engage in conflict with other broodmother’s they find. These short and vicious wars function as a means of selection, winnowing out weaker forms and letting the victorious broodmothers reach even great heights of power.
<<back>>@@.z;Climb inside me@@, @@.z;little one@@, Zoe says, reaching back with both arms, grabbing and stretching her cheeks as wide as she can manage.
The creature takes the opportunity spread before it, wedging its clutch of tentacles deep into Zoe’s sphincter. She can feel them at work inside her like dexterous fingers, seeking points at which to grip and anchor. Seconds later, she feels her tight hole stretching as the thing starts to haul itself inside her. Her eyes go wide at the force of the assault and she struggles to maintain her squatting position.
The creature is also struggling with the opening it has been provided with. The hole is small and tight despite its apparent stretchiness. The muscles along the length of its body undulate in a hideous peristalsis, the diminutive stumps of its legs waving as they try to find something to push against. Gradually, however, it sinks itself deeper and deeper in, Zoe’s sphincter clamped tightly around its body. Green slime pulses out of the legs closest to opening, coating the girl’s arse and easing the passage considerably.
Zoe steals another look back and sees the body of the creature waving about behind her like a tail. It’s now lodged deep in her arse, stretching her wider by the second. She puffs out her cheeks, huffing at the strain; compared to this intrusion, Molly’s buttplug was nothing! But it feels so good to be this comprehensively stuffed. There’s no pain, only a tight and swelling sense of pleasurable fullness. Zoe works the muscles in her pelvis, doing what she can to pull her new companion deeper into her guts.
The creature is now well and truly jammed in Zoe’s rectum. With almost half of its body now inside her, the creature comes up against the first curve in the passage. While it continues its journey, tiny orifices in the ends of its limbs open up and begin to secrete more of the runny slime that teems with a suite of ultramicroscopic organisms. These worms burrow into the walls of the host's anal passage, invading the muscles and infiltrating their cells. Gradually, those muscles relax, further easing the creature’s entry.
@@.embold;We@@’@@.embold;re almost there@@!
A strange sensation is filling Zoe’s lower body, as if all her muscles are loosening. Unable to maintain her balance, she collapses onto her knees and then forward into the ground, rubbing her face into the dirt, her rump naked and jiggling in the moonlight, as if she is proffering herself for some bestial mating. A tiny part of her mind is wondering why it doesn’t hurt, but the rest of her is conscious only of the ecstatic fullness she is enduring.
@@.embold;It@@’@@.embold;s never going to hurt@@. @@.embold;It@@’@@.embold;s nothing but pleasure for us from this moment@@!
Between her cheeks, the creature’s tail wiggles once, twice, then disappears inside of her. Nestled inside the curl of her gut, the creature is safely settled. It squirms, slowly filling the passage with a protective cushion of slime. This organ, once nothing more than a waste chute, will now become a womb, a haven for the broodlings the creature will hatch.
[[It is done|assinfest3]].Zoe breathes deep, feeling the tight ache it her gut. She is face down in the dirt, covered in leafy detritus and her arsehole is throbbing. She rolls over on to her side and sighs. Her mind gradually clears and she looks down at her belly. The skin is taut and bulging like a hummock in a plain. That thing is inside her now. She cradles her distended belly, stroking the sweat-cooled skin. Under her touch, something stirs, causing the skin to stretch and distort even further.
@@.z;There you are@@, she coos, unable and unwilling to keep the affection out or her voice. @@.z;You@@’@@.z;re safe now@@, @@.z;my darling@@.
@@.embold;We did well@@.
Zoe nods, taking in her chaos of her immediate surroundings. The dirt is furrowed from her writhing and around her bottom pools of thick slime are slowly congealing. She’s in a state herself, covered in dirt and other woodland detritus, not to mention slime. She looks back down at her belly, growing weary. @@.z;Sleep@@, she murmurs. @@.z;Need sleep@@.
@@.embold;Then rest@@. @@.embold;We@@’@@.embold;ve earned it@@. @@.embold;Sleep@@. @@.embold;We@@’@@.embold;re safe here@@.
[[Rest|infestwake]].<<set $zoe[4].gutadj1 to 'slime-filled coils'>> <<set $zoe[4].gutstatus to 'a wombworm. It is laying eggs inside her'>><<set $zoe[6].anusadj2 to 'a little looser than normal,'>><<set $zoe[6].anusadj3 to 'intermittently dribbles slime'>><<set $zoe[6].anusadj1 to 'regular'>><<set $zoe[6].anusand to 'that'>><<set $wombworm to true>><<set $wombwormloc to 'ass'>><font size="5"><u>The Wombworm</u></font>
The wombworm is the second alien form contained in the exploratory egg. These creatures are incredibly vulnerable, physically weak and fragile. Its serpentine body plan is roughly twelve inches long, while its girth can swell to a monstrous 4 inches if laden with a fully-developed egg. For locomotion it employs powerful muscles along its length in a peristaltic motion. It’s fourteen short legs are next to useless, but work to give the form balance and grip. The real function of these vestigial limbs is to operate as a delivery system for the mutagenic slime the wombworm manufactures within its body.
While the brainworm works to corrupt its host, the wombworm must wait, sustained by nothing but the biomass present in the egg. Once this has been depleted, the worm will be at risk of starvation. If it has not yet been embedded within a host, it will call out to the brainworm via psychic connection and it isat this point that the brainworm must attempt to bring a corrupted host to the landing site, offering it as a vessel for the wombworm if it has not already done so. This is a crisis point in many invasions, as often the brainworm has not yet sufficiently compromised its chosen host.
Once safely ensconced within a suitable cavity inside the host’s body, the wombworm will get to work altering the environment to better suit its needs. The microorganisms delivered by the mutagenic slime infiltrate the cells of the host, ensuring the host body does not reject its new occupant. This, combined with direct mutation, will ensure that the new womb cavity remains hospitable for the wombworm and its offspring. Now properly established, the worm will begin laying its eggs. These eggs quickly hatch into broodling larvae, the basic form of the new colony. Less than twelve hours after hatching, these broodlings will attempt to exit the host’s body via a convenient orifice.
<<back>><<set $phase[0].phase to '2', $phase[0].obj to '3'>>Zoe, exhausted from her ordeal, is fast asleep at the bottom of the crater.<<if $objectivechange is true>>
She has a new [[objective.|Objectives]]<<set $objectivechange to false>><</if>>
<u>The following mutations and adaptations have occurred</u>:
<<if $wombwormloc is 'ass'>>
Zoe has been infested by a wombworm. It crawled up her ass and is now living in her large intestine. Having made itself at home, it has already started laying eggs.<<elseif $wombwormloc is 'vag'>>
Zoe has been infested by a [[wombworm]]. It crawled up her cunt and is now living in her uterus. Having made itself at home, it has already started laying eggs.<</if>><<if ($zoesex[0].org gte 5) and ($lustboost is '0')>>
@@.embold;Hormone Dependency@@
Every time she cums, Zoe’s brain grows more and more dependent on the alien hormones the parasite releases. This burgeoning addiction means her body now keeps a much greater store of energy to be expended on sexual activities.<<set $zoesex[0].energymax += 1, $lustboost to '1', $upgrade to false>><</if>>
[[Wake the host|wake2-1]].<<set $day to 'Monday'>><<set $daytime to 'Morning'>><<set $phase[0].daycount += 1>><font size="5"><u>Zoe's Room</u></font>
If ever a bedroom was a good way to learn about its owner’s personality then Zoe’s is the one. While not exactly minimal, there is a distinct lack of clutter, a sign that the few things kept are resonant with meaning for their owner. These disparate items, a chunk of unpolished amethyst, an old china doll, and a jam jar half full with shells, serve no obvious purpose.
<<if $birthcount[0].zoe gte 10>>Zoe's nest is hidden in the linen cupboard next to the bookshelves. There's no escaping the pungent smell wafting from within. Moving close, movement can be heard, a wet sounding rustle and plop. Where the cupboard meets the wall, the paint is dusted with a pale grey substance, not unlike mould.<<elseif $birthcount[0].zoe gte 5>>There's a strange smell in the room that seems to emanating from the direction of the linen cupboard. A closer look reveals a accumulation of slime seeping from the bottom of the door.<<else>>Aside from the bed, desk, and linen cupboard, the main items of furniture are three huge bookshelves that contain all of Zoe’s expansive library. From literary classics to pulp bestsellers, hefty tomes to flimsy paperbacks, her reading tastes appear indiscriminate.<</if>>
<<if $zoesex[0].mast gte 5>>There’s also growing evidence of Zoe’s increased libido. Her sheets are stained with juices from her many bouts of vigorous onanism, and now that she’s started squirting, there are noticeable stains about the place, on the carpet, the desk, the walls, even the ceiling. There’s a certain smell about the place too.<<else>>There aren't any of the things you'd expect to find in a young woman's bedroom, posters, pictures of friends and other decorations. But then again, Zoe has pretty much left home by this stage of her life.<</if>><<if $surveilance[2].zoeroom is true>>
Above the door to cupboard, fused and blended with the wall, is a surveillance organism. Using the hood in her nest, Zoe can access its sensory feed any time she wants.<</if>>
<<if $broodling[2].gestation gte 1>><<if $wombwormloc is 'vag'>>[[Birth a broodling|birthbroodlingvag]].<<elseif $wombwormloc is 'ass'>>[[Birth a broodling|birthbroodlinganal]].<</if>><<else>>[[Enter the nest|nest]].<</if>>
[[Use Laptop|laptopscreen2]].<<if $zoe[0].cor gte 10>>
[[Masturbate|masturbatemenu]].<</if>>
[[Nap to pass the time|Nap]].<<if $daytime is 'Night'>>
<<if $broodling[2].gestation gte 1>><<if $wombwormloc is 'vag'>>[[Go to sleep|forcedbroodlingvag]].<<elseif $wombwormloc is 'ass'>>[[Go to sleep|forcedbroodlinganal]].<</if>><<else>>[[Go to sleep|daypassage2]].<</if>><</if>>
[[Skip day (not in finished version )|daypassage2]].
[[Exit|landing2]].Zoe might be sleeping but within her body her babies are growing. She murmurs and twitches, dreaming of lustful pleasures.<<if $objectivechange is true>>
She has a new [[objective.|Objectives]]<<set $objectivechange to false>><</if>>
<u>The following mutations and adaptations have occurred</u>:<<if $upgrade is false>>
<i>Zoe's body remains dormant</i><<else>><</if>><<if $throat[0].clitstatus is 'inactive'>><<if ($mut[0].energy1 is true) and ($mut[1].energy1done is false)>>
@@.embold;Gut Pacification@@
Zoe has used her evolution pod to launch an offensive against certain species of bacteria in her gut, further optimising the effects of the brainworm's hormones on her body. <i>+2 energy</i><<set $upgrade to false, $mut[1].energy1done to true>><</if>><<if ($mut[0].broodsize1 is true) and ($mut[1].broodsize1done is false)>>
@@.embold;Increased Brood Capacity@@
The wombworm inside Zoe's <<if $wombwormloc is 'ass'>>gut<<else>>uterus<</if>> has been improved so that it produces broodlings that require less sustenance from the nest, meaning it can support a greater population.<<set $mut[1].broodsize1done to true, $upgrade to false>><</if>><<if ($doublebirth is true) and ($mut[1].doublebirthdone is false)>>
@@.embold;Improved Birth Rate@@
The wombworm is Zoe's <<if $wombwormloc is 'ass'>>large intestine<<else>>uterus<</if>> has been mutated and can new produce extra broodlings. The organ itself has been enhanced, providing extra nutrients to support this increased productivity. <i>+1 broodling birth rate</i><<set $mut[1].doublebirthdone to true, $upgrade to false>><</if>><<if ($throat[0].clitlevel gte 3) and ($throat[0].clitstatus is 'inactive')>>
@@.embold;Throat Sensitivity@@
Due to her excessive consumption of her own mutagenic wombslime, Zoe's mouth and throat have mutated in surprising ways. They is now lined with millions of hyper-sensitive nerve cells, meaning Zoe can experience oral orgasms. Meal time should be interesting!<<set $throat[0].clitstatus to 'active', $upgrade to false>><</if>><</if>><<if ($surveilance[0].evo is true) and ($surveilance[0].inactive is true)>>
@@.embold;Surveillance Suite@@
Zoe's nest has mutated a surveillance suite, a tool she can use to monitor the inhabitants of the house. In addition, her stomach has been altered to provide the space for the surveillance organisms to gestate.<<set $surveilance[0].inactive to false, $upgrade to false>><</if>>
<u>Zoe is ready to give birth to the following</u>:<<set $broodling[2].gestation += 1>><<if $broodling[2].gestation gte 1>><</if>>
Broodlings<<if $surveilance[1].implant is true>><<set $surveilance[1].gestate += 1>><</if>><<if $surveilance[1].gestate gte 3>>
Surveillance Organism<</if>>
<<if $surveilance[0].first is false>><<if $surveilance[1].gestate gte 3>>[[Wake the host|firstsurvbirth]].<<else>>[[Wake the host|zoeroom2]].<</if>><<else>>[[Wake the host|zoeroom2]].<</if>><<set $phase[0].daycount += 1>><<set $zoesex[0].energylevel += 5>><<if $zoesex[0].energymax eq 1>><<set $zoesex[0].energylevel to 1>><<elseif $zoesex[0].energymax eq 2>><<set $zoesex[0].energylevel to 2>><<elseif $zoesex[0].energymax eq 3>><<set $zoesex[0].energylevel to 3>><<elseif $zoesex[0].energymax eq 4>><<set $zoesex[0].energylevel to 4>><</if>><<set $daytime to 'Morning'>>
<<if $day is 'Monday'>><<set $day to 'Tuesday'>><<elseif $day is 'Tuesday'>><<set $day to 'Wednesday'>><<elseif $day is 'Wednesday'>><<set $day to 'Thursday'>><<elseif $day is 'Thursday'>><<set $day to 'Friday'>><<elseif $day is 'Friday'>><<set $day to 'Saturday'>><<elseif $day is 'Saturday'>><<set $day to 'Sunday'>><<elseif $day is 'Sunday'>><<set $day to 'Monday'>><</if>><<if $broodling[2].gestation eq 2>><<set $broodling[2].gestation -= 1>><</if>><<if $evopod is true>><<set $evopodcomplete to true>><</if>><font size="5"><u>Upstairs</u></font>
It's dark on the upstairs landing. Aside from the laundry cupboard, there are four doors to choose from:
[[To Zoe's room|zoeroom2]].
<<if ($day is 'Tuesday') and ($daytime is 'Afternoon')>>[[To Mum and Dad's room|helenmast]]<<elseif ($day is 'Sunday') and ($daytime is 'Afternoon')>>@@.b;Ben@@ is crouched by the door to Helen and Terry's room. What's he doing?<<else>>[[To Mum and Dad's room|helenterryroom2]].<</if>>
[[To Ben's room|benroom2]].
<<if ($day is 'Monday') and ($daytime is 'Morning')>>[[To the bathroom|benshower]]<<elseif ($day is 'Thursday') and ($daytime is 'Morning')>>[[To the bathroom|benshower]]<<else>>[[To the bathroom|bathroom2]].<</if>>
<<if ($day is 'Monday') and ($daytime is 'Night')>>[[Back downstairs|terrylivingroommast]].<<elseif ($day is 'Saturday') and ($daytime is 'Night')>>[[Back downstairs|terrylivingroommast]].<<else>>[[Back downstairs|livingroom2]].<</if>><font size="5"><u>Mum & Dad's Room</u></font>
This room is dominated by a massive double bed and it doesn’t take too much investigation to discover which side belongs to whom. The bedside table on the right hand side holds a lamp, an alarm clock, a paperback thriller and a pair of reading glasses, while the left side table contains an empty (but used) wine glass and an unscrewed bottle of sleeping pills. Go figure.
One wall of the bedroom is taken up by a floor to ceiling wardrobe, complete with mirrors and sliding doors while at the foot of the bed there is a dressing table and mirror. The table is a bit of a mess, covered with makeup, cosmetic products and various pieces of jewelry.
There’s another door in the room that leads back into an ensuite bathroom.
<<if $day is 'Monday'>><<if $daytime is 'Morning'>>@@.h;Helen@@ is in her bed, wrapped in her duvet and dozing peacefully.
[[Through to the ensuite|terryshower]].<<elseif $daytime is 'Afternoon'>>[[Search Mum and Dad's room|searchhelenterryroom2]].
[[Through to the ensuite|helenterrybathroom2]].<<elseif $daytime is 'Evening'>>[[Search Mum and Dad's room|searchhelenterryroom2]].
[[Through to the ensuite|helenshower]].<<elseif $daytime is 'Night'>>@@.h;Helen@@ and @@.t;Terry@@ are asleep in bed.<</if>><<elseif $day is 'Tuesday'>><<if $daytime is 'Morning'>>[[Search Mum and Dad's room|searchhelenterryroom2]].
[[Through to the ensuite|helenshower]].<<elseif $daytime is 'Evening'>>[[Search Mum and Dad's room|searchhelenterryroom2]].
[[Through to the ensuite|terryshower]].<<elseif $daytime is 'Night'>>@@.h;Helen@@ and @@.t;Terry@@ are asleep in bed.<</if>><<elseif $day is 'Wednesday'>><<if $daytime is 'Morning'>>@@.h;Helen@@ is sitting up in bed. She's drinking a cup of coffee and reading a book.
[[Through to the ensuite|terryshower]].<<elseif $daytime is 'Afternoon'>>[[Search Mum and Dad's room|searchhelenterryroom2]].
[[Through to the ensuite|helenterrybathroom2]].<<elseif $daytime is 'Evening'>>[[Search Mum and Dad's room|searchhelenterryroom2]].
[[Through to the ensuite|helenshower]].<<elseif $daytime is 'Night'>>@@.h;Helen@@ is alone in bed.<</if>><<elseif $day is 'Thursday'>><<if $daytime is 'Morning'>>[[Search Mum and Dad's room|searchhelenterryroom2]].
[[Through to the ensuite|helenshower]].<<elseif $daytime is 'Afternoon'>>[[Search Mum and Dad's room|searchhelenterryroom2]].
[[Through to the ensuite|helenterrybathroom2]].<<elseif $daytime is 'Evening'>>[[Search Mum and Dad's room|searchhelenterryroom2]].
[[Through to the ensuite|terryshower]].<<elseif $daytime is 'Night'>>@@.h;Helen@@ and @@.t;Terry@@ are asleep in bed.<</if>><<elseif $day is 'Friday'>><<if $daytime is 'Morning'>>@@.h;Helen@@ is in her bed, wrapped in her duvet and dozing peacefully.
[[Through to the ensuite|terryshower]].<<elseif $daytime is 'Afternoon'>>[[Search Mum and Dad's room|searchhelenterryroom2]].
[[Through to the ensuite|helenterrybathroom2]].<<elseif $daytime is 'Evening'>>@@.h;Helen@@ is in her room. She's getting dressed up ready to go out.
[[Through to the ensuite|helenterrybathroom2]].<<elseif $daytime is 'Night'>>@@.t;Terry@@ is alone in bed, fast asleep and snoring.<</if>><<elseif $day is 'Saturday'>><<if $daytime is 'Morning'>>@@.t;Terry@@ is sitting up in bed, reading the paper.
[[Through to the ensuite|helenterrybathroom2]].<<elseif $daytime is 'Afternoon'>>[[Search Mum and Dad's room|searchhelenterryroom2]].
[[Through to the ensuite|helenterrybathroom2]].<<elseif $daytime is 'Evening'>>[[Search Mum and Dad's room|searchhelenterryroom2]].
[[Through to the ensuite|helenterrybathroom2]].<<elseif $daytime is 'Night'>>[[Search Mum and Dad's room|searchhelenterryroom2]].
[[Through to the ensuite|helenterrybathroom2]].<</if>><<elseif $day is 'Sunday'>><<if $daytime is 'Morning'>>[[Search Mum and Dad's room|searchhelenterryroom2]].
[[Through to the ensuite|helenterrybathroom2]].<<elseif $daytime is 'Evening'>>[[Search Mum and Dad's room|searchhelenterryroom2]].
[[Through to the ensuite|helenterrybathroom2]].<<elseif $daytime is 'Night'>>@@.h;Helen@@ and @@.t;Terry@@ are asleep in bed.<</if>><</if>>
[[Exit|landing2]].<font size="5"><u>Ben's Room</u></font>
Ben’s room is the typical teenage boy’s room: dank, gloomy and smelly. Although what that smell actually is is anyone’s guess. A mixture of sweat, cheesy feet, mouldy food and … stale cum? @@.z;<i>Ew</i>@@! @@.z;<i>Gross</i>@@!
It’s dark, with the black out blinds pretty much permanently lowered, and messy. The floor is littered with empty food wrappers, single socks and rolled up wads of tissue paper. There’s a powerful gaming computer at the desk, along with a load of empty energy drink cans and a much-depleted box of tissues.
It probably wouldn’t be wise to spend too much time in here - who knows what you might catch.
<<if $day is 'Monday'>><<if $daytime is 'Morning'>>[[Search Ben's room|searchbenroom2]].<<elseif $daytime is 'Afternoon'>>@@.b;Ben@@ is sitting at his computer. Zoe has caught him wanking.<<elseif $daytime is 'Evening'>>[[Search Ben's room|searchbenroom2]].<<elseif $daytime is 'Night'>>@@.b;Ben@@ is asleep in his bed.<</if>><<elseif $day is 'Tuesday'>><<if $daytime is 'Morning'>>It seems like @@.b;Ben@@ is having a lie in this morning.<<elseif $daytime is 'Afternoon'>>@@.b;Ben@@ is still in bed! Lazy boy.<<elseif $daytime is 'Evening'>>@@.b;Ben@@ is playing on his computer.<<elseif $daytime is 'Night'>>[[Search Ben's room|searchbenroom2]].<</if>><<elseif $day is 'Wednesday'>><<if $daytime is 'Morning'>>@@.b;Ben@@ is in bed, snoozing the morning away.<<elseif $daytime is 'Afternoon'>>@@.b;Ben@@ is at his window, looking down into the garden. What's he looking at?<<elseif $daytime is 'Evening'>>It seems like @@.b;Ben@@ is masturbating again.<<elseif $daytime is 'Night'>>@@.b;Ben@@ is up late, playing on his computer.<</if>><<elseif $day is 'Thursday'>><<if $daytime is 'Morning'>>[[Search Ben's room|searchbenroom2]].<<elseif $daytime is 'Afternoon'>>@@.b;Ben@@ is watching porn on his computer.<<elseif $daytime is 'Evening'>>@@.b;Ben@@ is lying on his bed. He's playing on his phone.<<elseif $daytime is 'Night'>>@@.b;Ben@@ is sleeping.<</if>><<elseif $day is 'Friday'>><<if $daytime is 'Morning'>>@@.b;Ben@@ isn't awake yet.<<elseif $daytime is 'Afternoon'>>[[Search Ben's room|searchbenroom2]].<<elseif $daytime is 'Evening'>>[[Search Ben's room|searchbenroom2]].<<elseif $daytime is 'Night'>>@@.b;Ben@@ is playing with himself. Maybe Zoe should help?<</if>><<elseif $day is 'Saturday'>><<if $daytime is 'Morning'>>[[Search Ben's room|searchbenroom2]].<<elseif $daytime is 'Afternoon'>>@@.b;Ben@@ is gaming. He seems pretty into it.<<elseif $daytime is 'Evening'>>@@.b;Ben@@ is still gaming. It's an extra long session today.<<elseif $daytime is 'Night'>>@@.b;Ben@@ is tucked up in bed. <</if>><<elseif $day is 'Sunday'>><<if $daytime is 'Morning'>>@@.b;Ben@@ hasn't woken up yet.<<elseif $daytime is 'Afternoon'>>[[Search Ben's room|searchbenroom2]].<<elseif $daytime is 'Evening'>>[[Search Ben's room|searchbenroom2]].<<elseif $daytime is 'Night'>>@@.b;Ben@@ is fast asleep.<</if>><</if>>
[[Back|landing2]].<font size="5"><u>Mum & Dad's Ensuite</u></font>
The ensuite bathroom is fully equipped with a shower unit, a corner bath and a toilet and sink. Over the sink there’s a medicine cabinet.
[[Search Mum and Dad's ensuite|searchhelenterrybathroom2]].
[[Exit|helenterryroom2]].Zoe takes the little key she found in the medicine cabinet from her pocket and tries it in the locked drawer.
[[Read the diary|helendiarymenu]].
[[Back|helenterryroom2]].There’s not many places to look in this tiny little bathroom, but the medicine cabinet might be a good place to start. Zoe opens up the mirrored doors and gazes over what’s inside. She sees bottles of pills: painkillers, indigestion tablets, antihistamines, hangover relief, antidepressants.
[[Back|helenterrybathroom2]].<font size="5"><u>Living Room</u></font>
This is the main room of the Morgan residence, a space Terry likes to refer to as Family HQ. It’s tidy and tastefully decorated, with a three piece suite clustered around a reclaimed oak coffee table. There’s a large family portrait on the wall, conspicuous due to the fact that Molly isn’t in it. Still, to an outsider at least, it depicts a typically happy family. There’s also a television, bookshelves and a large dining table and chairs used for special occasions, the last of which was quite some time ago.
Rocket's basket is over by the door to the garden. Rocket is curled up inside, dozing happily. <<if $rocketstat[1].stage is '3'>>[[Interact|interactrocket2]]<<elseif $rocketstat[1].stage is '5'>>[[Interact|interactrocket3]]<<elseif ($rocketstat[1].stage is '6') and ($daytime is 'Night')>>[[Interact|rocketblowfirst]]<<else>>[[Interact|rocketsexmenu2]]<</if>> with him?
<<if $day is 'Monday'>><<if $daytime is 'Morning'>>[[Search the living room|searchlivingroom2]].<<elseif $daytime is 'Afternoon'>>@@.h;Helen@@ is sitting on the couch. She's watching TV.<<elseif $daytime is 'Evening'>>[[Search the living room|searchlivingroom2]].<</if>><<elseif $day is 'Tuesday'>><<if $daytime is 'Morning'>>[[Search the living room|searchlivingroom2]].<<elseif $daytime is 'Afternoon'>>@@.j;Joan@@ is here. It looks like she's dusting the place.<<elseif $daytime is 'Evening'>>@@.h;Helen@@ is sitting on the couch. She's watching TV.<<elseif $daytime is 'Night'>>@@.b;Ben@@ is here. What's he doing up so late?<</if>><<elseif $day is 'Wednesday'>><<if $daytime is 'Morning'>>[[Search the living room|searchlivingroom2]].<<elseif $daytime is 'Afternoon'>>[[Search the living room|searchlivingroom2]].<<elseif $daytime is 'Evening'>>[[Search the living room|searchlivingroom2]].<<elseif $daytime is 'Night'>>[[Search the living room|searchlivingroom2]].<</if>><<elseif $day is 'Thursday'>><<if $daytime is 'Morning'>>[[Search the living room|searchlivingroom2]].<<elseif $daytime is 'Afternoon'>>[[Search the living room|searchlivingroom2]].<<elseif $daytime is 'Evening'>>[[Search the living room|searchlivingroom2]].<<elseif $daytime is 'Night'>>[[Search the living room|searchlivingroom2]].<</if>><<elseif $day is 'Friday'>><<if $daytime is 'Morning'>>[[Search the living room|searchlivingroom2]].<<elseif $daytime is 'Afternoon'>>[[Search the living room|searchlivingroom2]].<<elseif $daytime is 'Evening'>>[[Search the living room|searchlivingroom2]].<<elseif $daytime is 'Night'>>[[Search the living room|searchlivingroom2]].<</if>><<elseif $day is 'Saturday'>><<if $daytime is 'Morning'>>[[Search the living room|searchlivingroom2]].<<elseif $daytime is 'Afternoon'>>[[Search the living room|searchlivingroom2]].<<elseif $daytime is 'Evening'>>@@.h;Helen@@ and @@.j;Joan@@ are both sitting on the sofa. It looks like they're sharing a bottle of wine. Judging by the laughter, it seems like it's having an effect!<</if>><<elseif $day is 'Sunday'>><<if $daytime is 'Morning'>>[[Search the living room|searchlivingroom2]].<<elseif $daytime is 'Afternoon'>>[[Search the living room|searchlivingroom2]].<<elseif $daytime is 'Evening'>>[[Search the living room|searchlivingroom2]].<<elseif $daytime is 'Night'>>[[Search the living room|searchlivingroom2]].<</if>><</if>>
[[To the kitchen|kitchen2]].
[[To Molly's room|mollyroom2]].
[[Out into the garden|garden2]].
[[Go Upstairs|landing2]].<font size="5"><u>Bathroom</u></font>
Zoe shares this bathroom with her brother when she’s home. The rest of the time it’s his and you can certainly tell. It’s a bit smelly and there are patches of mould on the ceiling. The sink is a little scummy too, with the leftover hairs from the last few shaves stuck to the china around the taps. There’s a shower and a heated towel rack which Ben almost always forgets to turn off.
Thankfully the toilet is relatively clean.<<if $surveilance[2].bathroom is true>>
Up on the ceiling above the shower cubicle, with a commanding view of the bathroom, is the pulsing shape of a well-hidden surveilance organism.<</if>>
[[Have a shower|zoeshower]].<<if $broodling[2].gestation gte 1>><<if $toiletdisposal is true>><<if $broodtoiletfirst is false>>
Zoe looks at the toilet, an idea forming in her mind. Perhaps dealing with her overpopulation problem might not be so hard after all? [[Sit down on the toilet|broodlingdisposal1]].<<else>>
[[Birth broodlings into the toilet|broodlingdisposal1]].<</if>><</if>><</if>><<if $surveilance[2].bathroom is false>><<if $surveilance[1].gestate gte 3>>
[[Lay surveilance organism|bathroomsurveilanceimplant]].<<else>><</if>><</if>>
[[Back|landing2]].<<if $daytime is 'Night'>>It's getting late, so Zoe may as well just go to sleep for the night.
[[Continue|daypassage2]]<<else>>Bored and at a loss for something to do, Zoe decides to take a nap. She and the brainworm snooze for a few hours, regaining a single unit of energy in the process.
[[Continue|zoeroom2]].<<set $zoesex[0].energylevel += 1>><<if ($zoesex[0].energymax eq 1) and ($zoesex[0].energylevel gte 1)>><<set $zoesex[0].energylevel to 1>><<elseif ($zoesex[0].energymax eq 2) and ($zoesex[0].energylevel gte 2)>><<set $zoesex[0].energylevel to 2>><<elseif ($zoesex[0].energymax eq 3) and ($zoesex[0].energylevel gte 3)>><<set $zoesex[0].energylevel to 3>><<elseif ($zoesex[0].energymax eq 4) and ($zoesex[0].energylevel gte 4)>><<set $zoesex[0].energylevel to 4>><</if>><<if $daytime is 'Morning'>><<set $daytime to 'Afternoon'>><<elseif $daytime is 'Afternoon'>><<set $daytime to 'Evening'>><<elseif $daytime is 'Evening'>><<set $daytime to 'Night'>><</if>><</if>>Looking around the living room, Zoe doesn’t find much of interest. There are some coins wedged down between the cushions of one of the sofas and some old pokemon cards under the armchair, but nothing Zoe might want or need.
She does find, however, an old camcorder in one of the drawers in the television stand. It looks like everything she’d need to get it to work is there too: the wires, the different lenses and the charger for the battery pack. No point taking it now, but who knows when the old thing might come in handy?
[[Back|livingroom2]].<font size="5"><u>Kitchen</u></font>
The kitchen shares the space with a dining area, with a partial divide of the breakfast bar between them. The cooking area houses all the usual appliances: an oven, microwave, fridge-freezer, as well a number of small, more specialised items. The worktop is grey imitation marble but the drawers and cupboards are made from solid oak.
In the carpeted dining area there is a round table and four chairs. In the centre of the table there is a vase containing a beautiful bouquet of Terry’s very own red roses.
<<if $day is 'Monday'>><<if $daytime is 'Morning'>>[[Search the kitchen|searchkitchen2]].<<elseif $daytime is 'Afternoon'>>[[Search the kitchen|searchkitchen2]].<<elseif $daytime is 'Evening'>>@@.t;Terry@@ is here. He's preparing dinner.<<elseif $daytime is 'Night'>>[[Search the kitchen|searchkitchen2]].<</if>><<elseif $day is 'Tuesday'>><<if $daytime is 'Morning'>>@@.t;Terry@@ is sitting at the breakfast bar.<<elseif $daytime is 'Afternoon'>>[[Search the kitchen|searchkitchen2]].<<elseif $daytime is 'Evening'>>[[Search the kitchen|searchkitchen2]].<<elseif $daytime is 'Night'>>[[Search the kitchen|searchkitchen2]].<</if>><<elseif $day is 'Wednesday'>><<if $daytime is 'Morning'>>[[Search the kitchen|searchkitchen2]].<<elseif $daytime is 'Afternoon'>>[[Search the kitchen|searchkitchen2]].<<elseif $daytime is 'Evening'>>@@.t;Terry@@ is here. He's preparing dinner.<<elseif $daytime is 'Night'>>[[Search the kitchen|searchkitchen2]].<</if>><<elseif $day is 'Thursday'>><<if $daytime is 'Morning'>>@@.t;Terry@@ is in the kitchen, eating his breakfast.<<elseif $daytime is 'Afternoon'>>[[Search the kitchen|searchkitchen2]].<<elseif $daytime is 'Evening'>>[[Search the kitchen|searchkitchen2]].<<elseif $daytime is 'Night'>>[[Search the kitchen|searchkitchen2]].<</if>><<elseif $day is 'Friday'>><<if $daytime is 'Morning'>>[[Search the kitchen|searchkitchen2]].<<elseif $daytime is 'Afternoon'>>[[Search the kitchen|searchkitchen2]].<<elseif $daytime is 'Evening'>>Something smells good! @@.t;Terry@@ is here cooking.<<elseif $daytime is 'Night'>>[[Search the kitchen|searchkitchen2]].<</if>><<elseif $day is 'Saturday'>><<if $daytime is 'Morning'>>@@.h;Helen@@ and @@.b;Ben@@ are here. They appear to be discussing something.<<elseif $daytime is 'Afternoon'>>@@.j;Joan@@ is here. She's baking cookies!<<elseif $daytime is 'Evening'>><<elseif $daytime is 'Night'>><</if>><<elseif $day is 'Sunday'>><<if $daytime is 'Morning'>>[[Search the kitchen|searchkitchen2]].<<elseif $daytime is 'Afternoon'>><<elseif $daytime is 'Evening'>>[[Search the kitchen|searchkitchen2]].<<elseif $daytime is 'Night'>>[[Search the kitchen|searchkitchen2]].<</if>><</if>>
[[Down into the cellar|cellar2]].
[[Back to the living room|livingroom2]].<font size="5"><u>Molly's Room</u></font>
It’s clear that Molly’s room hasn’t been lived in for quite a while. It’s tidy, but the bed is bare and unmade. The air is stale and there’s a thin layer of dust over many of the surfaces, the dressing cabinet, chest of drawers and bedside table.
There are hints towards the person who once lived here, however. A corkboard over the dressing table is pinned with photos of Molly and her friends, tickets to shows and other teen mementos. There’s some gym equipment stacked neatly in one corner of the room, a kettlebell and a set of lifting weights.
[[Search Molly's room|searchmollyroom2]].
[[Exit|livingroom2]]<font size="5"><u>Garden</u></font>
The garden is Terry's pride and joy and a quick look around is all it takes to see that he's a keen horticulturist. The flowerbeds are brimming with colourful growth and the rose bushes are all neatly pruned. Wisteria and other creeping plants adorn the back wall of the house, and a couple of thick trunked apple trees form a little grove in the centre of the lawn, under which sits a cute little bench. <<if ($daytime is 'Morning') or ($daytime is 'Afternoon')>>It's a beautiful day, with the sun shining in a deep and cloudless sky. Sounds can be heard from the surrounding neighbourhood, dogs barking and children playing.<<elseif $daytime is 'Evening'>>The day is drawing to a close, but it's still pleasant. The sky is a blush of pink and orange, and a cool breeze rustles the branches of the apple trees.<<else>> The moon is bright, sending long shadows cutting across the lawn. In the woods behind the fence, an owl hoots. The neighbourhood sleeps.<</if>>
To the right are the shed where Terry keeps his gardening implements and the greenhouse where he grows a number of different vegetables.
On the left side of the garden is Joan's caravan.<<if ($day is 'Monday') and ($daytime is 'Evening')>>
It looks like @@.b;Ben@@ is peeping on his grandmother again.<<elseif ($day is 'Wednesday') and ($daytime is 'Afternoon')>>
@@.j;Joan@@ is in the garden, basking in the sun. She's wearing a light summer dress and a straw hat.<<elseif ($day is 'Thursday') and ($daytime is 'Evening')>>
@@.h;Helen@@ is sitting in the garden with a book and a glass of wine.<<elseif ($day is 'Friday') and ($daytime is 'Evening')>>
It looks like @@.b;Ben@@ is peeping on his grandmother again.<<elseif ($day is 'Saturday') and ($daytime is 'Evening')>>
@@.t;Terry@@ is in the garden performing his favourite task: mowing the lawn.<<elseif ($day is 'Sunday') and ($daytime is 'Afternoon')>>
@@.j;Joan@@ is in the garden, basking in the sun. She's wearing a light summer dress and a straw hat.
@@.t;Terry@@ is outside too. He's busy applying a new coat varnish on the bench under the apple trees.<<elseif ($day is 'Sunday') and ($daytime is 'Evening')>>
@@.h;Helen@@, @@.t;Terry@@, @@.j;Joan@@ and @@.b;Ben@@ are all in the garden. It smells like there's going to be a barbecue!<</if>>
[[To Joan's caravan|caravan2]].
[[To the garden shed|Shed]].
<<if ($day is 'Wednesday') and ($daytime is 'Night')>>There's a light on in the greenhouse. [[Go and take a look|terrymastgh]].<<else>>[[To the greenhouse|greenhouse2]].<</if>>
[[Back inside|livingroom2]].Zoe crouches down in front of Rocket, scratching his chin as he looks up at her.
@@.z;How@@’@@.z;re you doing@@, @@.z;boy@@? she says. He’s been behaving much better since she won him over with the peanut butter trick, markedly calmer in her presence. Thankfully nobody has yet noticed his awkward tendency to sniff around her crotch, nor the increased attention Zoe has been showing him.
Rocket, while not exactly neglected, is certainly not used to such focussed attention. Three years ago, it was Ben who begged Helen and Terry to get him, back before Zoe’s brother was struck by the adolescent desire for solitude and withdrew into his own world. A rescue animal, Rocket was hard work at first, nervous when left alone for too long and excitable around strangers. Ben got bored quickly of the responsibility, however, and Helen and Terry were left with the lion’s share of the care work, just like they’d probably expected would happen. Recently, Zoe has been feeling incredibly affectionate towards the sweet black Labrador. She bites her lip as she ruffles his ears. That affection, of course, has a lot to do with her recent experiments.
Zoe peers back to check that nobody is watching her and then parts her knees, opening her legs wide and revealing her crotch to the animal. He immediately perks up, rising from his basket and edging forward to sniff. He pushes his snout right up against her pussy, no doubt hoping for a tasty treat; Zoe places her hands on the carpet, leaning back for support. She can feel herself getting wet, which isn’t a surprise given how horny she’s starting to feel. She’s also aware of the slime leaking from her <<if $wombwormloc is 'ass'>>arsehole<<else>>cunt<</if>>, soaking through her panties and staining her leggings dark. <<if $throat[0].clitlevel gte 1>> She knows how good it tastes, and can’t help but wonder if Rocket might not enjoy her new flavour.<</if>>
She could take him down to the cellar right now and give him a sample. Nobody would know. She hesitates for a moment, but then remembers just how good it is to feel Rocket’s doggy tongue flapping against her pussy. Her decision made, she stands, beckoning for him to follow her.
[[Down to the cellar|rocketcellar 2]].A quick search of the kitchen reveals nothing unusual. While rummaging through the draws and cupboards Zoe find exactly what you’d expect: plates, cutlery, cooking utensils, and a wide range of foodstuffs and sundries.
Looking inside the fridge she notices an entire shelf taken up by rows Ben’s gross protien shakes. He’s recently started buying the sachets of powder in bulk, no doubt in some ill-conceived effort to bulk himself up. Zoe shudders at the thought of having to drink one of those disgusting things herself.
[[Back|kitchen2]].
<font size="5"><u>Cellar</u></font>
The cellar is lit by a single naked lightbulb, revealing stacks of cardboard boxes piled against the walls. Over in one corner the boiler unit ticks over, the cold water pipes wreathed in a filigree of cobwebs. There's also a washing machine and tumble drier, the former rattling away mid-cycle. It’s freezing down here, not the sort of place you want to spend too much time.<<if ($day is 'Saturday') and ($daytime is 'Afternoon')>>
@@.h;Helen@@ is here. She's loading the washing machine.<<else>>
[[Search the cellar|searchcellar2]].<</if>>
[[Back up to the kitchen|kitchen2]].There may be other secrets lurking down here, but Zoe has enough to be working with for now.
[[Back|cellar2]].There’s not a great deal to be found in Molly’s room. That’s not surprising, seeing as most of her stuff is packed away in boxes down in the cellar.
Zoe reaches under the bed and drags out her big sister's sex toy stash. Taking more time to look over the items in the basket she finds a little metal case, the sort you use to store valuables. Zoe picks it up and rattles it. There’s definitely something inside, but without a key there’s no way to get at it. <<if $analfinger is true>>
Since discovering the delights of anal play, she’s got an idea. Something she saw in here last time. Bored of her hands, she wants to see if she can fit something else up inside. There it is! She plucks the big blue buttplug out of the basket and holds it up to the light. Phew! It’s much bigger than she remembers. The tapered point widening, pearlike, to a width that looks like it would be painful. She’s going to need help getting that up there. Good job Molly is well stocked with lubricants too.
Zoe pockets the buttplug and a tube of lube, excited at the prospect of putting them to use.<<set $inv.push ("A blue buttplug")>><<set $inv.push ("A tube of lubricant")>><<set $analfinger to false>><</if>>
[[Back|mollyroom2]].<font size="5"><u>Grandma's Caravan</u></font>
Joan’s has transformed her caravan from a dismal holiday home to a veritable palace. There’s a lush carpet underfoot and coloured tapestries hanging from the walls. The big U-shaped sofa at the back end of the caravan is covered with coloured throws and decorative cushions.
The presence of many family photographs betrays the fact that Joan is a doting grandmother. In pride of place, however, hanging over the electric space heater, is a large black and white print of a young and sophisticated looking couple: a young Joan and her late husband, Reg.
The other end of the caravan, past a small galley area, are two doors. One leading to the toilet and the other to Joan’s little bedroom.
<<if $day is 'Monday'>><<if $daytime is 'Morning'>>[[Search the caravan|searchcaravan2]]<<elseif $daytime is 'Afternoon'>>@@.j;Joan@@ is dusting her pictures and ornaments.<<elseif $daytime is 'Evening'>>[[Search the caravan|searchcaravan2]]<<elseif $daytime is 'Night'>>[[Search the caravan|searchcaravan2]]<</if>><<elseif $day is 'Tuesday'>><<if $daytime is 'Morning'>>[[Search the caravan|searchcaravan2]]<<elseif $daytime is 'Afternoon'>>[[Search the caravan|searchcaravan2]]<<elseif $daytime is 'Evening'>>[[Search the caravan|searchcaravan2]]<<elseif $daytime is 'Night'>>[[Search the caravan|searchcaravan2]]<</if>><<elseif $day is 'Wednesday'>><<if $daytime is 'Morning'>>[[Search the caravan|searchcaravan2]]<<elseif $daytime is 'Afternoon'>>[[Search the caravan|searchcaravan2]]<<elseif $daytime is 'Evening'>>@@.j;Joan@@ is sitting in her caravan, looking through some of her photo albums.<<elseif $daytime is 'Night'>>[[Search the caravan|searchcaravan2]]<</if>><<elseif $day is 'Thursday'>><<if $daytime is 'Morning'>>[[Search the caravan|searchcaravan2]]<<elseif $daytime is 'Afternoon'>>[[Search the caravan|searchcaravan2]]<<elseif $daytime is 'Evening'>>@@.j;Joan is here. She's sitting quietly, deep in thought<<elseif $daytime is 'Night'>>[[Search the caravan|searchcaravan2]]<</if>><<elseif $day is 'Friday'>><<if $daytime is 'Morning'>>[[Search the caravan|searchcaravan2]]<<elseif $daytime is 'Afternoon'>>@@.j;Joan@@ is here, @@.h;Helen@@ too. They're chatting over some cake and coffee.<<elseif $daytime is 'Evening'>>[[Search the caravan|searchcaravan2]]<<elseif $daytime is 'Night'>>[[Search the caravan|searchcaravan2]]<</if>><<elseif $day is 'Saturday'>><<if $daytime is 'Morning'>>[[Search the caravan|searchcaravan2]]<<elseif $daytime is 'Afternoon'>>[[Search the caravan|searchcaravan2]]<<elseif $daytime is 'Evening'>>[[Search the caravan|searchcaravan2]]<<elseif $daytime is 'Night'>><</if>><<elseif $day is 'Sunday'>><<if $daytime is 'Morning'>>[[Search the caravan|searchcaravan2]]<<elseif $daytime is 'Afternoon'>>[[Search the caravan|searchcaravan2]]<<elseif $daytime is 'Evening'>>[[Search the caravan|searchcaravan2]]<<elseif $daytime is 'Night'>>[[Search the caravan|searchcaravan2]]<</if>><</if>>
<<if ($day is 'Monday') and ($daytime is 'Evening')>>[[Grandma's bedroom|joanmasturbation]].<<elseif ($day is 'Tuesday') and ($daytime is 'Morning')>>[[Grandma's bedroom|joanmasturbation]].<<elseif ($day is 'Wednesday') and ($daytime is 'Night')>>[[Grandma's bedroom|joanmasturbation]].<<elseif ($day is 'Friday') and ($daytime is 'Evening')>>[[Grandma's bedroom|joanmasturbation]].<<elseif ($day is 'Saturday') and ($daytime is 'Morning')>>[[Grandma's bedroom|joanmasturbation]].<<else>>[[Grandma's bedroom|caravanbedroom2]].<</if>>
[[Exit|garden2]].<font size="5"><u>Greenhouse</u></font>
It’s hot and steamy in the greenhouse, the air close and damp. This is where Terry grows his prize-winning vegetables. Cucumbers, tomatoes, courgettes, onions, peas, beans, you name it he’s probably grown it in here.<<if ($day is 'Saturday') and ($daytime is 'Afternoon')>>
@@.t;Terry@@ is in the greenhouse. He looks busy but probably wouldn't mind being disturbed.<<else>>
[[Search the greenhouse|searchgreenhouse2]].<</if>>
[[Back|garden2]].<font size="5"><u>Grandma's Bedroom</u></font>
Joan’s bedroom is just as surprisingly palatial as the rest of her caravan. The room is positively dominated by a low-slung and liberally cushioned bed, the sort you might imagine to have been found in an Ottoman sultan’s harem. Like in the main space, the walls here are covered with ornately patterned tapestries. A window looks out into the garden. It is currently masked by thin red curtains that fill the bedroom with a sumptuous glow.
<<if $day is 'Monday'>><<if $daytime is 'Morning'>>@@.j;Joan@@ is sitting up in bed, flicking through a magazine.<<elseif $daytime is 'Afternoon'>>[[Search Joan's bedroom|searchcaravanbedroom2]].<<elseif $daytime is 'Evening'>>[[Search Joan's bedroom|searchcaravanbedroom2]].<<elseif $daytime is 'Night'>>@@.j;Joan@@ is in her bed. She's fast asleep.<</if>><<elseif $day is 'Tuesday'>><<if $daytime is 'Morning'>><<elseif $daytime is 'Afternoon'>>[[Search Joan's bedroom|searchcaravanbedroom2]].<<elseif $daytime is 'Evening'>>@@.j;Joan@@ is here. She's sitting at her dressing table and combing her silver hair.<<else if $daytime is 'Night'>>@@.j;Joan@@ is tucked up in bed.<</if>><<elseif $day is 'Wednesday'>><<if $daytime is 'Morning'>>@@.j;Joan@@ is here, getting ready for the day. It looks like she's putting on her makeup.<<elseif $daytime is 'Afternoon'>>[[Search Joan's bedroom|searchcaravanbedroom2]].<<elseif $daytime is 'Evening'>>[[Search Joan's bedroom|searchcaravanbedroom2]].<</if>><<elseif $day is 'Thursday'>><<if $daytime is 'Morning'>>@@.j;Joan@@ is in bed. It seems she's having a lie in today.<<elseif $daytime is 'Afternoon'>>[[Search Joan's bedroom|searchcaravanbedroom2]].<<elseif $daytime is 'Evening'>>[[Search Joan's bedroom|searchcaravanbedroom2]].<<elseif $daytime is 'Night'>>@@.j;Joan@@ is asleep in her bed.<</if>><<elseif $day is 'Friday'>><<if $daytime is 'Morning'>>@@.j;Joan@@ is sitting at her dressing table. She's putting her makeup on.<<elseif $daytime is 'Afternoon'>>[[Search Joan's bedroom|searchcaravanbedroom2]].<<elseif $daytime is 'Evening'>>[[Search Joan's bedroom|searchcaravanbedroom2]].<<elseif $daytime is 'Night'>>@@.j;Joan@@ is fast asleep.<</if>><<elseif $day is 'Saturday'>><<if $daytime is 'Afternoon'>>[[Search Joan's bedroom|searchcaravanbedroom2]].<<elseif $daytime is 'Evening'>>[[Search Joan's bedroom|searchcaravanbedroom2]].<<elseif $daytime is 'Night'>>@@.j;Joan@@ is tucked up in her bed, snoring peacefully.<</if>><<elseif $day is 'Sunday'>><<if $daytime is 'Morning'>>@@.j;Joan@@ is in her bed, flicking through a magazine.<<elseif $daytime is 'Afternoon'>>[[Search Joan's bedroom|searchcaravanbedroom2]].<<elseif $daytime is 'Evening'>>[[Search Joan's bedroom|searchcaravanbedroom2]].<<elseif $daytime is 'Night'>>@@.j;Joan@@ is in bed. She's definitely asleep.<</if>><</if>>
[[Back|caravan2]].Zoe wakes to the murk of the forest. Dawn is breaking, the clear light of the morning filtering through the trees above. The chorus of waking birds fills the otherwise quiet of the woods. She’s still in the bottom of the crater, sprawled out in the dirt. <<if $wombwormloc is 'ass'>>She wriggles her hips. Her bum feels a little sore, but not intolerably so.<<else>>There’s a dull ache between her legs, as if she’s been at it a little too hard with her dildo.<</if>> The feeling brings memories with it, lusty recollections of the night before. Writhing in bliss as she opened up her body for that creature.
She looks down at her belly and sees the bulge. The fleshy dome is almost perfectly rounded, as if she were four months pregnant. Amazed at her body’s capacity to change so suddenly, she cradles it, stroking the taut skin. As if in response, something shifts inside her<<if $wombwormloc is 'ass'>> gut<<else>> womb<</if>>, causing the bulge to distort further. There is life growing inside of her! Seeing that, Zoe’s mind fills with warmth and love. @@.z;<i>I</i>@@’@@.z;<i>m going to be a mummy</i>@@! she thinks to herself with glee.
@@.embold;Time to get back to the house@@, says the voice in her head. @@.embold;We need to build our nest@@.
Zoe staggers to her feet. She stands with her hand pressed against the small of her back, figuring out how best to balance with this new weight inside her. She looks down again at her pot-belly and shakes her head. @@.z;<i>I don</i>@@’@@.z;<i>t know how I</i>@@’@@.z;<i>m going to explain this to Mum and Dad</i>@@, she wonders.
@@.embold;Baggy clothes should hide our growth for now@@.
Zoe nods, mentally picking out the jogging bottoms and hoodie she’ll wear to hide her impregnated state. First, however, she needs a wash. Her body once again is filthy, caked in dirt and the crusty rime of dried slime.
Naked from the waist down, she climbs out of the crater, struggling with the unwieldy mass of her belly.
[[Back through the woods|wake2-2]]. Zoe wanders back through the woods, thinking over her situation. She’s going to be giving birth soon, a prospect that fills her with both dread and anticipation in equal measure. Will it hurt? What will her babies be like? Will there be more than one of them? Such questions whirl about her mind as her belly churns and squirms, laden with its rapidly growing cargo.
And what about the rest of her family? What will they make of her children? The thought worries her a little. She remembers all too well what happened to her sister, Molly. She had to give up her baby. But this is different, surely. This is the future she’s going to be building.
Zoe shakes her head in bewilderment. @@.z;<i>What does it all mean</i>@@?
Reassurance comes from within. @@.embold;We have a very important job to do@@. @@.embold;The future is indeed in our hands@@, @@.embold;in our@@ <<if $wombwormloc is 'ass'>> @@.embold;belly@@<<else>> @@.embold;womb@@<</if>>, @@.embold;so we must move with care@@. @@.embold;Our nest must remain hidden@@. @@.embold;Before we can reveal our true nature to our family we must strengthen the bonds@@, @@.embold;until they are ready to share with you the bliss of procreation@@.
@@.z;<i>Strengthen the bonds</i>@@. Zoe trips and stumbles on a root. Her body feels increasingly heavy and her vision is blurring.
@@.embold;Yes@@. @@.embold;Provoke their longing@@. @@.embold;Make them lust for you and each other@@.
@@.z;<i>Lust</i>@@?
@@.embold;Yes@@! @@.embold;Lust@@. @@.embold;Love@@. @@.embold;Forge those bonds through physical intimacy@@. @@.embold;Show your mother how much pleasure there is to be found in the bodies of her children@@. @@.embold;Let Joan see that the quickest route to bliss is through her son@@. @@.embold;Only you can break down these barriers and open the way to a rich diversity of breeding possibilities@@.
@@.z;Family@@, Zoe slurs. The word is slippery in her mind. It used to mean her Mum and Dad, Ben and Molly. Now it’s not so straightforward. They’re all there, but their shapes are shifting, their forms merging, boundaries collapsing as the mental image crowds with strange and beautiful forms.
@@.embold;One great big happy family@@, @@.embold;with us in the centre@@.
@@.z;Us in the centre@@. The idea is a powerful one. Zoe, broodmother, at the heart of a large and rapidly expanding family, her parents, siblings and grandmother all serving the continued expansion of that brood.
Zoe stops dead at the fence. Just on the other side is home, safety, the nest. The swirling in her belly is growing stronger, her bump constantly shifting as her baby wriggles and writhes. She feels something runny and warm between her legs <<if $wombwormloc is 'ass'>>and, swiping her hand between her arse cheeks, feels the warm slime seeping from her body.<<else>>so she wipes her hand between her pussy lips. Her fingers come away coated in a thick green slime.<</if>> She brings her hand up to her nose and sniffs. The scent, sharp and sweet, fills her nostrils and sets her eyes watering. Abruptly she realises, with a frisson of both horror and excitement: she’s about to give birth!
@@.embold;Quickly@@, @@.embold;up and over the fence@@. @@.embold;It is nearly time@@!
[[Climb over the fence|wake2-3]].With great difficulty, Zoe heaves herself over the fence and into the garden. Tottering and cradling her belly in her hands, she staggers across the lawn. The slime seeping from her <<if $wombwormloc is 'ass'>> asshole<<else>> cunt<</if>> is coming quicker now, dripping down onto the grass in great thick dollops. The muscles around her <<if $wombwormloc is 'ass'>> bowels<<else>> uterus<</if>> are contracting powerfully, causing her to lurch and stumble. Expecting pain, Zoe breathes deep with each contraction, but instead finds pleasure. She pauses at the grove of apple trees, leaning against the trunk and groaning as an orgasm shimmers through her body.
Dizzy with gratification, she waits for the contractions to pass before continuing her journey. She’s halfway between the trees and the house when the most powerful contraction yet hits her. She involuntarily cries out, helpless to the sensations assaulting her body. Hands on her knees, she waits, whimpering as the slime pools at her feet.
The attack over, she looks up at the house; there’s still so far to go! She sees movement in the corner of her eye. There, next door, from a window on the first floor, a face is watching her. Through the hazy muddle of her thoughts, she recognises Malcolm, the oldest of the Reynolds boys. His eyes are wide and his mouth is open in a big round O.
@@.embold;Quick@@! @@.embold;Hurry inside@@.
Zoe rallies herself and rushes forward, almost tripping over her own legs in the process. She slams against the sliding door. On the other side of the glass, Rocket springs to attention. Fumbling with the handle, Zoe finally manages to slide the door open. She’s inside. Safe.
@@.embold;Upstairs@@!
Despairing at the distance still to go, Zoe starts on. She makes her way through the living room, bumping into the furniture and leaving a trail of goo on the carpet. A part of her worries about that, all the mess she’s leaving. Rocket watches her, his ears pricked, and when she reaches the bottom of the stairs, he leaves his basket. He approaches the first patch of slime, sniffing tentatively. Then, as if he’d been starved for weeks, he starts to gobble it up. Moving from patch to patch, he follows her trail. Problem solved!
Zoe grips the bannister, her knuckles white and begins to haul herself up the steps. She’s halfway up when another barrage of contractions rocks her body. A third orgasm rolls through her; she bites her bottom lip to keep quiet, whimpering softly.
Finally, she reaches the top of the stairs. She lurches across the landing and practically falls into her bedroom, landing on her knees. She kicks the door closed and crawls over to her bed, her four-month belly bump gravid below her.
@@.embold;Not there@@! @@.embold;Somewhere hidden@@. @@.embold;Somewhere safe@@.
Zoe looks around desperately. Where can she do this? Her eyes alight on the door to the storage cupboard. Of course! She crawls over, opens the door and pulls herself inside. Groaning with the effort, she yanks a couple of woollen blankets down from one of the shelves and pulls them beneath her, forming an impromptu nest. Then, resting against the back wall of the cupboard, she waits for her babies to emerge.
<<if $wombwormloc is 'ass'>>[[Here goes|analbirth]]!<<else>>[[Here goes|vagbirth]]!<</if>><<set $zoesex[0].org += 3>>The contractions are getting heavier now, and Zoe’s guts are gurgling and bubbling loudly. She squats atop the pile of blankets, her arms braced against the sides of the cupboard to steady her. She can feel the sludge pouring out of her anus, it’s sickly odour cloying in her nostrils. She shudders as her muscles twist and clamp.
@@.z;<i>It’s coming out of my backside</i>@@! whimpers Zoe in disbelief.
@@.embold;What did we expect@@? @@.embold;Push@@! @@.embold;We can do this@@!
Zoe obeys the directive. Soon she’s sweating with the effort, perspiration pouring from her brow. She nearly slips on the slime beneath her feet, but quickly rights herself. The flow of slime is slowing now, replaced by an insistent pressure against her asshole. Zoe grits her teeth and pushes, coming hard as her sphincter stretchs wide.
@@.embold;Here it comes@@. @@.embold;Keep going@@!
Zoe licks her lips, tasting the tang of her sweat; she’s exhausted! Her anus stretches wider yet and a few pushes later, she can feel something wriggling below her, slapping wetly against her butt cheeks.
She reaches down and touches her ass-baby. Its head is poking out of her arse; she can feel the clamp of her sphincter squeezing its body tightly. Responding to her touch, the creature wraps around her fingers.
@@.z;Come on out@@, says Zoe softly. @@.z;Come and see your Mummy@@!
She pulls gently, helping ease her baby’s exit from her arse. As the thing slides out of her passage, Zoe climaxes hard, her eyes rolling up into her skull. She slips down onto her sore bottom, her breath heaving, her body a sweaty, slimy mess.
Zoe lifts her hand to see the fruits of her effort. The baby is wrapped around her wrist, squirming. It is long and thin, its thickly veined body at least thirty centimetres from nub-tipped snout to tapered tail.
@@.embold;A healthy baby broodling@@. @@.embold;Congratulations@@.
@@.z;My darling@@, Zoe coos, bring the baby to her chest. It reaches out for her breast, flicking at one of her nipples.
Awash with postnatal bliss, Zoe gazes at her baby as it explores her body. She brings it to her lips and kisses its snout softly.
[[Next|aftermath]].<<set $birthcount[0].zoe += 1, $broodling[0].birth to true, $broodling[1].pop += 1, $zoesex[0].org += 1, $birth to true>><<if $broodling[1].pop eq 1>><<set $broodlingplural to 'broodling'>><<elseif $broodling[1].pop gt 1>><<set $broodlingplural to 'broodlings'>><</if>><<set $zoesex[0].org += 1>>The contractions are coming thick and fast now, so quickly that Zoe finds it impossible to tell when one ends and another begins. She parts her thighs instinctively, her knees knocking the sides of the cupboard. From her pussy is oozing a pale green torrent of gunge, the thick liquid pooling in the folds of the blanket. She massages the swollen bump of her belly, feeling the prodding reply of the baby inside her.
@@.embold;We need to push@@. @@.embold;Push with all our might@@!
Zoe obeys the command, giving it everything she’s got, her breath ragged in her throat. A fresh gout of slime rushes out of her, its sharp scent filling the confines of the cupboard and making her head swim. This sudden rush corresponds with a feeling of tightness in her loins.
@@.embold;The baby has entered our birth canal@@. @@.embold;Keep pushing@@.
Zoe can feel it, the force of the thing moving downward through her vagina. It brings with it a wave of pleasure so intense that she is left drooling, her head lolling from side to side. She lifts a hand to one of her tiny breasts, pinching the flesh and tweaking her nipple. To think she was scared this was going to hurt!
@@.z;Come on@@, moans Zoe, pushing harder. @@.z;Come and see your Mummy@@.
Zoe grits her teeth as the baby’s head erupts from her pussy in a shower of slime. She climaxes hard, knocking her head back against the rear of the cupboard. Panting and in a daze, Zoe feels something slapping against the insides of her thighs. She lifts herself up on weak arms, peering over the gradually sinking mound of her belly. There, between her thighs, a long, thin and snake-like creature is flailing, the remainder of its body still planted in her cunt. Filled with maternal adoration, Zoe reaches down. She gasps in wonder as the tentacle wraps around her offered hand. Using her as leverage, it pulls the rest of its slime-slick body out of her.
@@.z;My darling@@, she coos softly as her baby wraps its body about her wrist. It is long, at least thirty centimetres, it’s body grey and thickly veined.
@@.embold;A healthy broodling@@. @@.embold;Congratulations@@.
Zoe brings her newborn child up to her chest where it uncoils from her hand, dropping down onto her body. It wriggles its way up to her breasts, flicking its nub tipped crest over her rock-hard nipples.
@@.z;Hello there@@, @@.z;you naughty little thing@@, Zoe whispers. @@.z;Welcome to the world@@.
Smiling beatifically, Zoe watches her baby exploring the body. When it rears up towards her face, she kisses its snout softly.
[[Next|aftermath]].<<set $birthcount[0].zoe += 1, $broodling[0].birth to true, $broodling[1].pop += 1, $birth to true>><<if $broodling[1].pop eq 1>><<set $broodlingplural to 'broodling'>><<elseif $broodling[1].pop gt 1>><<set $broodlingplural to 'broodlings'>><</if>><<set $zoesex[0].org += 1>><font size="5"><u>Zoe's Nest</u></font>
<<if $birthcount[0].zoe gte 10>>The inside of the cupboard is now completely covered in a thick layer of biomass. Occasional ripples pulse across this surface, evidence of the teeming life within. Excess biomass drips from the roof of the cupboard, slowly drying into grotesque stalactites. Zoe's nest is now complete.<<elseif $birthcount[0].zoe gte 5>>The nest is now firmly established, with biomass coating almost the entire inner surface of the cupboard. It is hot and humind, the air thick with pheremones and the foetid vapour of biomass.<<elseif $birthcount[0].zoe gte 3>>The biomass coating Zoe's nest is spreading rapidly. Thanks to the hard work of the broodlings, the blankets that made up the initial nest are now smothered in a pale purple and rubbery layer of biomass.<<elseif $birthcount[0].zoe eq 1>>The nest is still very much like an ordinary linen cupboard. It it's base, however, sits a mound of slime-soiled blankets, evidence of Zoe's first birth. A single broodling nestles in the fabric, slowly secreting biomass from its snout.<<elseif $birthcount[0].zoe eq 2>>Zoe's nest is growing steadily. A pair of broodlings are hard at work, speading biomass as quickly as they can. It smells enticing, that same sharp, sweet odour Zoe now associates with sex and pleasure.<</if>><<if $evopod is true>>
The back of the cupboard is all but covered by the strange assemblage of the evolution pod. It twitches as it awaits its subject, slime dripping from its many orifices.<</if>><<if $evopod is true>>
Enter the [[evolution pod|evomenu]].<<elseif $evopod is false>><<if $broodling[1].pop gt 4>>
Zoe's nest now contains enough biomass to grow an [[evolution pod|evolvepod]].<</if>><</if>><<if $surveilance[0].evo is true>>
From the roof of the nest, hanging by a fleshy umbilical, is the bizarre shape of Zoe's surveilance hood.
[[Implant a broodling to gestate|surveilancegestate]].
[[Don the surveilance hood|surveymenu]].<</if>>
Zoe has $broodling[1].pop $broodlingplural present in her nest.
[[Back|zoeroom2]].Standing in the warm and damp confines of the nest, her broodlings clustered around her feet, Zoe considers her progress. Her births are getting much easier, her body quickly adjusting to its new role. But with the passage of each day, a hunger is growing inside her, a desire for more. It is time for change.
@@.embold;We are ready to evolve@@, drones the familiar voice in her mind.
Zoe nods and draws a deep breath. As if following some age-old instinct, she presses her back against the rear of the cupboard, her legs parted.
Following her lead, five broodlings start towards her. They roll up onto her feet and coil round her ankles. Slowly, they slither up their mother’s body, smearing her legs with nest slime. Zoe closes her eyes, revelling in the sensual attention of her children. She gasps as one particularly precocious infant flicks its snout back and forth across her clitoris. Another sticks its snout into her arsehole, twisting slowly. They’re so good to her, so gentle. The offspring of her womb know best how to stimulate their mother. She squirms erotically under their ministrations, letting them bring her to a slow and lingering orgasm.
@@.embold;Now stay still and let them work@@.
Zoe stretches out, the anticipation of what is to come fizzing through her mind. The broodlings, done with pleasuring their mother, have started their work. Three of the creatures wriggle across her stomach, fresh biomass flowing from their snouts. They work back and forth like shuttles on a loom, weaving threads of living matter around Zoe’s body. Two broodlings drop back to her splayed feet, working shackles of biomass around her ankles.
@@.embold;Through this organ your body will be transformed@@, @@.embold;altered to better suit our breeding needs@@.
The biomass is now all but encasing Zoe’s torso, the rubbery substance clinging to her body, pinning her arms to her sides and covering her from her breasts down to her groin. She tries to wriggle, testing the strength of the restraints. One broodling, provoked by its mother’s test, weaves a brace of biomass around her throat, chin and mouth, further clamping her in place. There is no escape now; she’s stuck fast!
That broodling, its task complete, drops from Zoe’s body, its body curling in on itself in death. One by one, its other hardworking siblings follow it.
@@.z;MMMM@@! moans Zoe, her exclamation muffled by the gag of biomass. She feels no panic at her unexpected captivity, only dismay at the demise of her babies.
@@.embold;Peace@@, intones the voice. @@.embold;They expired in the service of the nest@@. @@.embold;That is their purpose@@.
Zoe feels a tear roll down her cheek, but she understands instinctively. Her babies will live on in the growing strength of the nest. Even their dried and shrivelled remains will not be wasted, but absorbed back into the nest instead.
Around her body the growth of biomass is warm. It pulsates with life, tightening around her and pressing against her groin. That pressure focuses to a point, a point that forces slowly up and into Zoe’s pussy. Behind her, a second point squeezes into her anus. A third gently nudges between her lips, sliding over her tongue and down the back of her throat. Zoe starts to panic, but then recognises the delicious taste filling her mouth, sweet and tangy. The limb pushes deeper down Zoe’s throat, growing until it has practically reached her stomach. Gagged and choked, her breath whooshes out of her nose in great gusts.
The tentacle in her anus is now deep in the coil of her gut, while the third in her cunt has penetrated her cervix and now terminates in her womb. At the beginning of each invading limb there is an opening, creating an open channel into the interior of Zoe’s body.
@@.embold;Using this assemblage@@, @@.embold;broodlings will return to your body and bring about great and wondrous changes@@. @@.embold;Return here often to develop your body and abilities@@.
Pinned in place, her orifices well and truly stuffed, she is now fused with the evolution pod. With only her head from the nose up exposed, and Zoe’s body is completely covered by the biomass. From without, the grey mass of rubbery tissue throbs gently in time with her heartbeat, peaceful and silent, the nest in communion with itself and its beloved broodmother.
Zoe waits patiently while the evolution pod habituates itself to her body, optimising its fit. She closes her eyes, drifting off to sleep and not waking until she feels the tentacles stirring in her body. Slowly, they reel out of her, leaving her holes feeling stretched and gaping. The bonds around her throat and ankles relax, while the mass enveloping her torso splits down the middle, opening like a grotesque flower. Thus liberated, her confidence bolstered and her body glistening with restored vigour, Zoe steps out of her nest.
[[Back|nest]].<<set $evopod to true>><<set $broodling[1].pop -= 5>><<set $zoesex[0].org += 1>>Zoe settles back into body shaped crevice at back of the cupboard, the shifting mass slowly enveloping her body. Once held in place, the three hollow tentacles penetrate her body, one in her pussy, another in her ass, and a third stuffed down her throat.
<<if $daytime is 'Night'>>It is too late to engage in mutational activity. Zoe must rest.<<elseif $broodling[1].pop eq 0>>There are no broodlings available for mutations<<else>><u>The following mutations and adaptations are available for Zoe:</u><</if>><<if ($mut[0].energy1 is true) and ($mut[0].broodsize1 is true) and ($doublebirth is true)>>
<i>Zoe's mutation has progressed as far as it can for now.</i><<else>><<if $mut[0].energy1 is false>><<if $broodling[1].pop gte 2>>
[[Gut Pacification (+2 energy)|energyevo1]] - requires 2 biomass.<<else>>
Gut Pacification (+2 energy) - requires 2 biomass.<</if>><</if>><<if $doublebirth is false>><<if $broodling[1].pop gte 3>>
[[Improved Birth Rate|doublebirth]] - requires 3 biomass.<<else>>
Improved Birth Rate - requires 3 biomass.<</if>><</if>><<if ($mut[0].broodsize1 is false) and ($toiletdisposal is true)>><<if $broodling[1].pop gte 5>>
[[Increased Brood Capacity (+5 brood size)|broodsize1]] - requires 5 biomass.<<else>>
Increased Brood Capacity (+5 brood size) - requires 5 biomass.<</if>><</if>><<if $surveilance[0].evo is false>><<if $broodling[1].pop gte 5>>
[[Evolve Surveillance Suite|surveilevo]] - requires 5 biomass.<<else>>
Evolve Surveillance Suite - requires 5 biomass.<</if>><</if>><</if>>
[[Back|nest]].<font size="5"><u>The Broodling</u></font>
The broodling is the workhorse of the hive. A simple creature, it is serpentine in form and ranges from thirty to forty centimetres in length. Blind and dumb, the broodling’s body is so basic that it’s nearly impossible to tell its head from its tail, the only indication being the nub at the tip of its snout. It is from this snout that the broodling ejects biomass, the ubiquitous and versatile basic resource of any hive.
It is the job of the broodling to create the infrastructures of the hive, channelling biomass into any shapes and forms that the situation and location might require. As well as providing the basic building blocks of the hive, the broodling also supplies the biomass for the advanced mutations that the broodmother and its more developed minions might undergo. This being the case, a constant supply of freshly birthed broodlings is required if a hive is to thrive and grow. Once impregnated with the wombworm, the broodmother (and other similar breeding forms) will constantly produce new broodlings. Left unchecked, this can lead to problems with surplus population as the nest expands beyond her ability to sustain it. In extreme situations, a broodmother can become backed up with unborn broodlings, leading to a spectacularly messy fate.
Broodlings are utterly and intensely loyal to their broodmother. In her presence they will crowd around her body, seeking her warmth and familiarity. Broodlings, although without their own sexual impulses, will work tirelessly to fulfil their mother’s desires and wishes. A broodmother who cultivates a sexual bond with her most basic offspring will find great benefits in the potency of their affection.
Due to their relative infirmity, broodlings do not survive for long outside the limits of the nest. A callous broodmother, however, might send them out into the world, letting them die and thus tainting the world with the biomass their deaths leave behind.
<<back>><<if $daytime is 'Night'>>It is too late for Zoe to engage in mutational activities. Let her sleep and try again tomorrow.
[[Back|nest]].<<else>>Although the brainworm is now well and truly integrated with Zoe’s endocrine system, there are still further improvements to be made. It seems there are species of native bacteria in her gut that are capable of producing enzymes that disrupt the effectiveness of the alien hormones. The disruption isn’t exactly critical, but it is a nuisance, like a tiny and ill-armed resistance movement harrying the supply lines of a conquering army. Better to deal with it right away.
As if answering a silent call, two broodlings at Zoe’s feet turn towards their mother. They mount her shackled feet and make their way up her legs towards the mass of the evolution pod. One climbs into the tube that penetrates her rectum, while the second heads towards the one in her throat. On they go, eagerly wriggling back inside the body that birthed them. Zoe’s breath rasps through her nose and she shudders, her throat bulging obscenely as the broodling works its way down into her stomach. <<if $throat[0].clitstatus is 'active'>>Thanks to Zoe's mutated throat, she experiences an intense oral orgasm, her body shivering as a muffled moan works its way past the tentacle plugging her throat.<</if>>
The broodlings soon reach their destinations. In her stomach and small intestine, they begin churning out biomass, their bodies shrivelling as they expend themselves to enhance their mother. Like infantry charging from a landing craft, the microorganisms carried by the biomass begin their attack. They fall upon the indigenous biota, giving them no quarter. The bacteria’s defence of their home environment is valiant, but the natives don’t stand a chance against the savagery of the alien attackers. One by one, pockets of resistance are dug out, torn apart and digested. Clamped into the evolution pod, Zoe struggles, the sounds of her churning gut filling the nest.
Soon the forces of the hive are victorious. The offending bacteria have been annihilated and will no longer disrupt the effects of the brainworm and its hormones. Zoe’s gut is now occupied territory and its fresh inhabitants quickly setting up a new regime, corralling the more docile natives into positions of total subservience.
The evolution pod pulls away from Zoe, leaving her free to leave the nest.
[[Rest up|daypassage2]].<<set $mut[0].energy1 to true, $zoesex[0].energymax += 2, $broodling[1].pop -= 2>><<set $daytime to 'Night'>><<set $broodfull to false>><<set $upgrade to true>><</if>><<if $throat[0].clitstatus is 'active'>><<set $zoesex[0].org += 1>><</if>>It sounds like somebody is in the shower and, of course, the door is locked.
[[Back|helenterryroom2]].On the other side of the door, Zoe can hear the sound of the shower. Over that, she can hear the sound of her father singing tunelessly. She tries the door but finds that it is locked.
@@.z;<i>Damn</i>@@!
[[Back|helenterryroom2]].Zoe tries the door to her parents' room but finds that it is locked. Pressing her ear up against the door, she can just about making out the sound of her mother's muffled groans.
@@.embold;We should be glad she@@'@@.embold;s still taking matters into her own hands@@.
@@.z;<i>I</i>@@'@@.z;<i>ve got to get in there</i>@@, thinks Zoe.
[[Back|landing2]].<<set $birthcount[0].zoe += 1, $broodling[0].birth to true, $broodling[1].pop += 1, $birth to true>><<if $broodling[1].pop eq 1>><<set $broodlingplural to 'broodling'>><<elseif $broodling[1].pop gt 1>><<set $broodlingplural to 'broodlings'>><</if>><<set $zoesex[0].org += 1>><<set $day to 'Monday'>><<set $daytime to 'Morning'>><<set $phase[0].daycount += 1>><<set $zoe[3].wombadj1 to 'slime-filled', $zoe[3].wombstatus to "is now infested with an egg-producing wombworm.", $zoe[5].vagadj3 to "is now occasionally leaking excess womb slime">><<set $wombworm to true>><<set $wombwormloc to 'vag'>><<set $zoesex[0].org += 2>><<set $phase[0].phase to '2', $phase[0].obj to '3'>><<set $evopod to true>>
[[zoeroom2]] <<set $birthcount[0].zoe += 10, $broodling[0].birth to true, $broodling[1].pop += 10, $birth to true>><<if $broodling[1].pop eq 1>><<set $broodlingplural to 'broodling'>><<elseif $broodling[1].pop gt 1>><<set $broodlingplural to 'broodlings'>><</if>><<set $zoesex[0].org += 1>><<set $day to 'Tuesday'>><<set $daytime to 'Morning'>><<set $phase[0].daycount += 1>><<set $zoe[3].wombadj1 to 'slime-filled', $zoe[3].wombstatus to "is now infested with an egg-producing wombworm", $zoe[5].vagadj3 to "is now occasionally leaking excess womb slime">><<set $wombworm to true>><<set $wombwormloc to 'vag'>><<set $zoesex[0].org += 2>><<set $phase[0].phase to '2', $phase[0].obj to '3'>><<set $evopod to true>>
[[zoeroom2]] <<set $birthcount[0].zoe += 10, $broodling[0].birth to true, $broodling[1].pop += 10, $birth to true>><<if $broodling[1].pop eq 1>><<set $broodlingplural to 'broodling'>><<elseif $broodling[1].pop gt 1>><<set $broodlingplural to 'broodlings'>><</if>><<set $zoesex[0].org += 1>><<set $day to 'Wednesday'>><<set $daytime to 'Morning'>><<set $phase[0].daycount += 1>><<set $zoe[4].gutadj1 to 'slime-filled coils'>> <<set $zoe[4].gutstatus to 'a wombworm. It is laying eggs inside her'>><<set $zoe[6].anusadj2 to 'a little looser than normal,'>><<set $zoe[6].anusadj3 to 'intermittently dribbles slime'>><<set $zoe[6].anusadj1 to 'regular'>><<set $zoe[6].anusand to 'that'>><<set $wombworm to true>><<set $wombwormloc to 'ass'>><<set $zoesex[0].org += 2>><<set $phase[0].phase to '2', $phase[0].obj to '3'>><<set $evopod to true>>
[[zoeroom2]] <<set $birthcount[0].zoe += 1, $broodling[0].birth to true, $broodling[1].pop += 1, $birth to true>><<if $broodling[1].pop eq 1>><<set $broodlingplural to 'broodling'>><<elseif $broodling[1].pop gt 1>><<set $broodlingplural to 'broodlings'>><</if>><<set $zoesex[0].org += 1>><<set $day to 'Thursday'>><<set $daytime to 'Morning'>><<set $phase[0].daycount += 1>><<set $zoe[3].wombadj1 to 'slime-filled', $zoe[3].wombstatus to "is now infested with an egg-producing wombworm.", $zoe[5].vagadj3 to "is now occasionally leaking excess womb slime">><<set $wombworm to true>><<set $wombwormloc to 'vag'>><<set $zoesex[0].org += 2>><<set $phase[0].phase to '2', $phase[0].obj to '3'>>
[[zoeroom2]] <<set $birthcount[0].zoe += 1, $broodling[0].birth to true, $broodling[1].pop += 1, $birth to true>><<if $broodling[1].pop eq 1>><<set $broodlingplural to 'broodling'>><<elseif $broodling[1].pop gt 1>><<set $broodlingplural to 'broodlings'>><</if>><<set $zoesex[0].org += 1>><<set $day to 'Friday'>><<set $daytime to 'Morning'>><<set $phase[0].daycount += 1>><<set $zoe[3].wombadj1 to 'slime-filled', $zoe[3].wombstatus to "is now infested with an egg-producing wombworm.", $zoe[5].vagadj3 to "is now occasionally leaking excess womb slime">><<set $wombworm to true>><<set $wombwormloc to 'vag'>><<set $zoesex[0].org += 2>><<set $phase[0].phase to '2', $phase[0].obj to '3'>>
[[zoeroom2]] <<set $birthcount[0].zoe += 1, $broodling[0].birth to true, $broodling[1].pop += 1, $birth to true>><<if $broodling[1].pop eq 1>><<set $broodlingplural to 'broodling'>><<elseif $broodling[1].pop gt 1>><<set $broodlingplural to 'broodlings'>><</if>><<set $zoesex[0].org += 1>><<set $day to 'Saturday'>><<set $daytime to 'Morning'>><<set $phase[0].daycount += 1>><<set $zoe[3].wombadj1 to 'slime-filled', $zoe[3].wombstatus to "is now infested with an egg-producing wombworm.", $zoe[5].vagadj3 to "is now occasionally leaking excess womb slime">><<set $wombworm to true>><<set $wombwormloc to 'vag'>><<set $zoesex[0].org += 2>><<set $phase[0].phase to '2', $phase[0].obj to '3'>>
[[zoeroom2]] <<set $birthcount[0].zoe += 1, $broodling[0].birth to true, $broodling[1].pop += 1, $birth to true>><<if $broodling[1].pop eq 1>><<set $broodlingplural to 'broodling'>><<elseif $broodling[1].pop gt 1>><<set $broodlingplural to 'broodlings'>><</if>><<set $zoesex[0].org += 1>><<set $day to 'Sunday'>><<set $daytime to 'Morning'>><<set $phase[0].daycount += 1>><<set $zoe[3].wombadj1 to 'slime-filled', $zoe[3].wombstatus to "is now infested with an egg-producing wombworm.", $zoe[5].vagadj3 to "is now occasionally leaking excess womb slime">><<set $wombworm to true>><<set $wombwormloc to 'vag'>><<set $zoesex[0].org += 2>><<set $phase[0].phase to '2', $phase[0].obj to '3'>>
[[zoeroom2]] Judging from the light coming from down below it appears someone is watching TV. Creeping down a few steps and peering over the bannister, Zoe spies her father sitting in front of the TV. More interestingly, he's watching porn and stroking his semi-erect cock. Better not disturb him just now.
[[Back|landing2]].At the back of the greenhouse there’s an upturned cable spool and deckchair at the back that serves as a little work station. Among empty seed planters and strands of gardening twine, Zoe spots a few magazines, a wind-up radio and a large thermos flask.
@@.z;<i>I wonder where he keeps his porn</i>@@? thinks Zoe.
[[Back|greenhouse2]].Looking into the greenhouse, Zoe sees here father, and, surprise surprise, he's masturbating again. She wonders whether she might help him out again, but decides against it.
@@.embold;Maybe in a later update@@?
[[Back|garden2]].Damn! The door is locked. Ben's not taking any chance now.
[[Back|landing2]].Zoe leaves her new nest, steps out of the cupboard and stretches, her spine clicking. She rubs her now much-reduced belly, amazed at the new pliability of her flesh. She’s still, however, filthy with forest detritus and slime, and in no state to interact with her family. She divests herself of what’s left of her nightwear, kicking the torn and soiled rags under the bed, and dashes across the landing towards the bathroom and the shower.
As she washes away the filth of her overnight exertions, Zoe feels almost as if an old skin is sloughing away under the hot water’s soothing jets, her old self fading away, replaced by something new and beautiful. Compared to yesterday, her whole body feels hypersensitive, nerves blazing under the lightest of touches, and she can’t resist touching herself, gently brushing her fingertips across this newly responsive form, luxuriating in the feel of her body, exploring its curves and shapes with an interest she’s never before felt. As if in response to her caresses, the wombworm in her <<if $wombwormloc is 'ass'>>bowels<<else>>uterus<</if>> shifts, the sensation strange yet oddly arousing.
@@.embold;Ours will be a life of many pleasures@@.
Zoe shudders in delight, her hands absently plucking and groping at her ample flesh.
@@.embold;But pleasure shared@@, @@.embold;is pleasure multiplied@@.
Zoe’s thoughts turn to her mission and, inevitably, her family. Her love for them, distorted and enhanced by her burgeoning desires, is growing more powerful by the second. She considers each of them in turn, considering how much happiness they bring her, how they bring meaning to her existence. @@.embold;We need desperately to share our new found purpose with them@@, @@.embold;to show them the way@@, @@.embold;the truth@@. They’re a strange bunch, flawed and weighed down by sadness and tangled neuroses. Of course, Zoe knows they care for each other, even Molly, but the Morgan household is beset by conflict and riven by alienation.
But Zoe believes she can facilitate healing in the house, nurse those wounds and bring her family together in a happy @@.embold;and carnal@@ union. But believing that is only the first step. She’ll need to work hard to rid them of their inhibitions and the learned prejudices of society. Zoe may have opened their eyes part of the way, but there’s a long way to go before they surrender to her completely @@.embold;and offer their bodies to the hive@@. Zoe turns off the shower, steps out, and reaches for a fluffy towel. Drying herself off, she considers her options.
She knows her mother is a sensual woman, deep down under all that despondence and self-doubt. Given half the chance, she’d be sure to cut loose and indulge in her darker desires. Zoe could keep pushing her towards those desires, exploring the germ of slutty flamboyance she glimpsed that one drunken night. Alternatively, she could help facilitate Helen’s rekindled incestuous love affair with Carl. Who knows, Zoe might even get a taste of her uncle’s love for herself.
Her father might be a more straightforward case, seeing as she’s already helped him out once already. It would be easy to pursue that course, helping Terry relearn the pleasures of a woman’s body, even if that body belonged to his daughter. His return to work after his period of annual leave might put the brakes on that idea, however. But if she were to join him at the office, pretend she needed the work experience. She could be his assistant, perhaps in more ways than one.
Ben is already under her power so it is only a matter of deciding how to use him. She could continue to dominate him, bribing and blackmailing him until he obeys her every command. But there is another way, a kinder way. She could ease up and instead offer herself to him like a girlfriend would, tempting him with the pleasures of her body. What teenage boy would be able to resist such advances?
Grandma Joan is teetering on the brink of a new lease of life. Her reaction to her granddaughter uploading their photo shoots was better than Zoe could have hoped. Perhaps the easiest thing would be to follow that course, pushing Joan towards more and lewder acts, all under the guise of pleasing her fans. Of course, she could always take this to its logical conclusion, persuading Joan to offer more than photos, perhaps even selling her body to the highest bidder. Another way would be to use Joan’s obvious love of the finer things in life, exploiting her vanity and greed to open up new avenues of wanton indulgence.
Pleased with her ideas, Zoe wraps the towel around her body and leaves the bathroom.
She returns to her room and dresses in her most baggy and form-concealing clothes: a black university hoodie and a pair of grey gym trousers. She’s ready to start the day.
[[On with the day|zoeroom2]].It’s probably not a very good idea to rummage too deeply in the chaos of Ben’s bedroom as it’s anybody’s guess what you might find.
With that in mind, Zoe takes a cursory glance around the place, realising that, if you were to get rid of the rubbish and tidy up the clothes, there isn’t actually much in the room aside from the bed, desk and computer.
Looking over that desk, Zoe takes in the expensive computing gear: a fancy gaming keyboard and mouse, a dual screen monitor rigged to the wall and a super ergonomic office chair.
[[Back|benroom2]].<<if $daytime is 'Night'>>It is too late for Zoe to engage in mutational activities. Let her sleep and try again tomorrow.
[[Back|nest]].<<else>>Encased in her evolution pod, Zoe brings to mind the problem of her growing population. She needs to do something about it if she is to be able to maintain the joy of her daily birthing ritual. Maybe she can change her body in some way?
At her feet five of her babies turn towards their mother. Answering her silent call, they start towards her, mounting and climbing her body. The broodlings amass around the entrance to the tube lodged inside her <<if $wombwormloc is 'ass'>>rectum<<else>>pussy<</if>>, ready to climb back inside.
One by one, they enter the tunnel. Zoe closes her eyes, enjoying the bizarre but deeply arousing feeling of her children re-entering her body. By the time the fifth is inside her, she feels fit to burst. The pulsing mass of the evolution pod stretches and expands to accommodate the growth of her repopulated <<if $wombwormloc is 'ass'>>bowels<<else>>uterus<</if>>, her belly ballooning outwards.
Inside of her, the broodlings cluster around the form of the wombworm, wrapping their lithe bodies around its swollen length. Thus positioned, they begin to weave a cocoon of biomass around the wombworm, sacrificing their lives for the reproductive potential of the nest. When the cocoon is complete, their withered bodies begin to break down, ready to be absorbed by Zoe’s resource-hungry body.
Zoe slumbers as the hours pass, but eventually the wombworm is ready to hatch from its cocoon. It breaks out easily, the accreted biomass sloughing away. Free of the cocoon, the appearance of the worm is little changed. The workings of its physiology, however, have been much improved. It will now produce broodling embryos that will grow up into hardier and more resource-efficient workers, meaning Zoe’s nest can house a greater population.
The evolution pod pulls away from Zoe, leaving her free to leave the nest.
[[Rest up|daypassage2]]<<set $mut[0].broodsize1 to true, $broodling[1].pop -= 5>><<set $daytime to 'Night'>><<set $broodfull to false>><<set $upgrade to true>><</if>>There’s so much to see in the caravan, and there are so many places things can be squirreled away, that it would probably take the best part of a day to search the place properly. At this point, however, Zoe just makes a bee-line to the place she knows that the photograph albums are kept, a little waist high shelf with a ornate looking lamp on top.
She flicks through a couple, enjoying the nostalgia of the snapshots that, taken together, form a fairly comprehensive history of her family. Helen and Terry newly married, smiling at each other as if the happiness will never end. There’s Ben as a little boy, so happy and unlike the moody recluse he is now. Then Molly, so sweet and angelic, nothing at all to suggest the miscreant waiting to emerge. Joan looking as elegant as ever, an elderly Reg beside her. Zoe smiles ruefully, knowing that the past depicted in those happy photos is something she barely remembers.
[[Back|caravan2]].Zoe tries the handle to her Grandmother’s bedroom but the door doesn’t open.
@@.z;<i>It’s locked</i>@@!
@@.embold;Everyone needs their privacy now and again@@
Zoe crouches and places her ear against the door. It’s ever so faint, but she can hear the rustling of bedsheets and what sounds like heavy breathing.
[[Back|caravan2]].Zoe opens a wardrobe. Inside hang many beautiful dresses and gowns, some, by the looks of things, very old. She runs her hand over the fine materials, thinking that you don’t see clothes like this anymore. So pretty. Such a shame that they don’t get worn. But still, she imagines they’ve seen some sights. Terry says that his mother was quite the socialite in her prime. Balls, premieres, exclusive parties, the works.
[[Back|caravanbedroom2]].<<if $broodtoiletfirst is true>>Zoe plonks herself on the loo and births <<if $doublebirth is true>>two broodlings<<else>>a broodling<</if>> right into the bowl.
For full scene click <<click "here">>\<<replace "#output">>: Zoe pulls down her pants and sits on the toilet, her legs open wide to accommodate the pregnant swell of her belly. She caresses the bump, provoking sudden movement from inside. She’s anxious at the thought of sending her baby unprotected into the big scary world, without the opportunity even to meet its loving mother.
@@.embold;There@@’@@.embold;s no need for us to be sad@@. @@.embold;And who knows@@, @@.embold;we may meet them again some day@@.
Zoe knows she has to do this, put aside her maternal instincts and get to work. @@.z;Time to come out@@, she says softly, hands lovingly cradling her bump. @@.z;I@@’@@.z;ve got a special job for you@@!
The first contraction arrives with such force that Zoe nearly slips from the toilet seat. She reaches an arm out, steadying herself against the wall, ready for the bliss she knows is coming her way. She breathes deep, savouring the feeling she’s grown to love. The muscles around her <<if $wombwormloc is 'ass'>>guts<<else>>womb<</if>> convulse, causing her to shudder with desire. She strains, pushing with each contraction, the feeling getting stronger and better.
Her body opens up, a great cataract of slime pouring from her <<if $wombwormloc is 'ass'>>arsehole<<else>>cunt<</if>> and sploshing noisily into the toilet bowl. Zoe giggles, gripping the edges of the toilet seat as the slime keeps coming. Then, with a sudden climactic pulse, the baby broodling slides out of Zoe’s experienced <<if $wombwormloc is 'ass'>>bum<<else>>pussy<</if>>. Zoe clamps a hand over her mouth to muffle her orgasmic moans. She’s missed this!<<if $doublebirth is true>>
She’s not done yet though; there’s another one to come. Zoe, sweating hard, prepares herself for the second round. It comes a few seconds later, piling on more gratification. Zoe cums again, her legs ramrod straight in front of her, toes stretched as far as they’ll go.<</if>>
Her birthing complete, Zoe brushes a hand across her brow, wiping away the perspiration. Who knew pleasure could be such hard work. She stands shakily and turns to peer into the toilet. There, swimming about in a pool of pale green slime, <<if $doublebirth is true>>are her two freshly birthed babies. She wishes she could reach in and take them, but knows she mustn’t. With one hand clutched to her heart, she reaches for the flush cord and gives in a firm yank. With a gurgle and swirl of water, the babies disappear down the drain. Zoe waves them goodbye, wishing them long and happy lives. <<else>> is her freshly birthed baby. She wishes she could reach in and take it, but knows she shouldn’t. With one hand clutched to her heart, she reaches for the flush cord and gives it a firm yank. With a gurgle and a hissing swirl of water, the baby disappears down the drain. Zoe waves it goodbye, wishing it a long and happy life.
Zoe wipes a tear from her eye and closes the toilet seat.<</if>><</replace>>\<</click>><span id="output"></span><<elseif $broodtoiletfirst is false>>Zoe pulls down her pants and sits on the toilet, her legs open wide to accommodate the pregnant swell of her belly. She caresses the bump, provoking sudden movement from inside. She’s anxious at the thought of sending her baby unprotected into the big scary world, without the opportunity even to meet its loving mother.
@@.embold;There@@’@@.embold;s no need for us to be sad@@. @@.embold;And who knows@@, @@.embold;we may meet them again some day@@.
Zoe knows she has to do this, put aside her maternal instincts and get to work. @@.z;Time to come out@@, she says softly, hands lovingly cradling her bump. @@.z;I@@’@@.z;ve got a special job for you@@!
The first contraction arrives with such force that Zoe nearly slips from the toilet seat. She reaches an arm out, steadying herself against the wall, ready for the bliss she knows is coming her way. She breathes deep, savouring the feeling she’s grown to love. The muscles around her <<if $wombwormloc is 'ass'>>guts<<else>>womb<</if>> convulse, causing her to shudder with desire. She strains, pushing with each contraction, the feeling getting stronger and better.
Her body opens up, a great cataract of slime pouring from her <<if $wombwormloc is 'ass'>>arsehole<<else>>cunt<</if>> and sploshing noisily into the toilet bowl. Zoe giggles, gripping the edges of the toilet seat as the slime keeps coming. Then, with a sudden climactic pulse, the baby broodling slides out of Zoe’s experienced <<if $wombwormloc is 'ass'>>bum<<else>>pussy<</if>>. Zoe clamps a hand over her mouth to muffle her orgasmic moans. She’s missed this!<<if $doublebirth is true>>
She’s not done yet though; there’s another one to come. Zoe, sweating hard, prepares herself for the second round. It comes a few seconds later, piling on more gratification. Zoe cums again, her legs ramrod straight in front of her, toes stretched as far as they’ll go.<</if>>
Her birthing complete, Zoe brushes a hand across her brow, wiping away the perspiration. Who knew pleasure could be such hard work. She stands shakily and turns to peer into the toilet. There, swimming about in a pool of pale green slime, <<if $doublebirth is true>>are her two freshly birthed babies. She wishes she could reach in and take them, but knows she mustn’t. With one hand clutched to her heart, she reaches for the flush cord and gives in a firm yank. With a gurgle and swirl of water, the babies disappear down the drain. Zoe waves them goodbye, wishing them long and happy lives. <<else>> is her freshly birthed baby. She wishes she could reach in and take it, but knows she shouldn’t. With one hand clutched to her heart, she reaches for the flush cord and gives it a firm yank. With a gurgle and a hissing swirl of water, the baby disappears down the drain. Zoe waves it goodbye, wishing it a long and happy life.<</if>>
Zoe wipes a tear from her eye and closes the toilet seat.<</if>>
[[Back|bathroom2]].<<set $broodling[2].gestation -= 1, $broodtoiletfirst to true, $birthcount[0].zoe += 1>><<if $doublebirth is true>><<set $zoesex[0].org += 2, $bathroom[0].broodlings += 2>><<else>><<set $zoesex[0].org += 1, $bathroom[0].broodlings += 1>><</if>><<set $broodfull to false>><<if $daytime is 'Night'>>It is too late for Zoe to engage in mutational activities. Let her sleep and try again tomorrow.
[[Back|nest]].<<else>>Inside the evolution pod, Zoe starts to wonder if there might be a way to enhance her breeding capabilities. Her experiences of motherhood so far have been wonderful and she’s greedy for more: more babies, more pleasure.
@@.embold;There is something we can do@@, @@.embold;but@@ - Zoe grasps at the idea, before she even knows what it fully entails - @@.embold;but our body is only just ready for the rigours of such improved breeding capabilities@@. @@.embold;We must not push ourselves too far@@.
Zoe’s resolution, however, is stronger than any misgivings the brainworm has. There’s nothing more perfect than a host willing to breed more, and breed quicker, so the opportunity must be exploited.
@@.embold;Very well@@. @@.embold;We will mutate our wombworm and its home organ@@, @@.embold;increasing your rate of broodling production@@.
Three broodlings from Zoe’s existing brood answer the call, turning their snouts towards their mother. They climb up her body, wriggling towards the implanted tube that leads to her <<if $wombwormloc is 'ass'>>bowels<<else>>uterus<</if>> and the home of the wombworm. Her mouth gagged by the tube down her throat, Zoe issues a strangled groan of pleasure at the return of her children.
Inside her body, the broodlings begin to rapidly secrete liquid biomass, filling Zoe’s <<if $wombwormloc is 'ass'>>gut<<else>>womb<</if>> to bursting. The tiny organisms burrow into the flesh walls of the organ, fusing with its cells and further mutating them for the purpose of supporting the reproduction of the wombworm. Zoe’s body will now bring extra nutrients to the worm, the <<if $wombwormloc is 'ass'>>gut lining<<else>>uterine wall<</if>> transforming to suit these alien needs.
The worm itself slowly changes, the single large ovary in the centre of its body bulking out to produce a greater volume of eggs.
Hours later, Zoe steps out of the evolution chamber, the morphing of her body complete. She will now be able to birth an additional daily broodling. <<set $doublebirth to true, $broodling[1].pop -= 3>><<set $daytime to 'Night'>><<set $upgrade to true>>
[[Rest up|daypassage2]].<<set $broodfull to false>><</if>><<if $daytime is 'Night'>>It's getting to be a bit too late to take a shower right now. Zoe will just have to wait until tomorrow.
[[Continue|bathroom2]].<<else>>Zoe strips off and hops into the shower cubicle. She switches the water on, turning up the temperature until it’s close to scalding. She stands under the flow, her eyes closed, revelling in the decadence. As the sweat and filth of her new life washes from her tingling skin, she considers just how much her future prospects have changed.
At the start of the summer she’d been riding the high of having completed her first year of university, pleased with herself for her diligence in preparing for the end of year exams and even more pleased with the feeling that she’d most likely aced them. Happy at first that she could spend the proceeding couple of months relaxing, she’d quickly become bored, impatient to get back to her classes and excited for what the next academic year might bring. She’d known that she had been of the best students in her year, respected by her tutors and envied by her peers. But never one to gloat, she’d been quiet about her abilities, content in the belief that a future in the rarefied upper echelons of academic life lay ahead of her.
Well, what did all of that mean now? Zoe squeezes a dollop of shower gel into her hand and starts to massage it onto her body, rubbing her diminutive breasts. Compared now to her new destiny, all those dreams seem rather grey and dull, pointlessly ephemeral. What is the study of literature compared to the opportunity to live at the heart of something so bold and terrible? Nothing! She runs her hands over the soft <<if $broodling[2].gestation eq 1>>bump of her pregnant belly. In response, the baby broodling inside shifts and squirms, its movement visibly bulging its mother’s flesh<<else>>flesh of her belly and thinks ahead to tomorrow morning, picturing the maternal bulge and the pleasures of birthing<</if>>.
Zoe knows that she’s never going back to university, at least not to study. She’s got a new a new purpose now, and ambitions that involve the delicious depravity of incestuous fucking, not to mention the further burgeoning of her progenitive powers. Strange, to feel so consumed by the desire to breed, when for most of her life she’d assumed that she’d never be one to bear any children. Well, her beloved babies aren’t quite like squawking infants most women brought into the world. Her children are capable of so much more. They’re the future of life on the planet! Zoe doesn’t know why she thinks that, but conviction is so strong as to be unshakable. She has no idea why the privilege of bringing them into the world was bestowed upon her above anyone else, but even if it were to end right this second, she’d still be eternally grateful for the incredible pleasures she’s already experienced.
She can’t wait to introduce her new children to the rest of her family, to show her mother and father their new grandchildren. Perhaps in a few weeks they’ll be ready to help Zoe expand the family by having new babies of their own. Zoe cocks her head as she tries to figure that one out; would she be their sister? Grandmother? She shakes her head. @@.z;<i>Things are going to get complicated around here</i>@@. Not that it will matter. They’ll be so consumed by lust for each other, so enraptured by carnal bliss, that such considerations will be merely academic.
Zoe finishes washing and steps out of the shower, feeling clean and refreshed, all set to get filthy all over again!
[[Continue|bathroom2]].<<if $daytime is 'Morning'>><<set $daytime to 'Afternoon'>><<elseif $daytime is 'Afternoon'>><<set $daytime to 'Evening'>><<elseif $daytime is 'Evening'>><<set $daytime to 'Night'>><</if>><</if>><<if $mut[0].broodsize1 is false>><<if $broodling[1].pop eq 10>>Zoe climbs into her nest, delighted at the enthusiastic greeting of her babies. As soon as she opens the door they begin to squirm towards her, writhing ecstatically.
@@.z;Hello@@, @@.z;my darlings@@, she coos, crouching down and stroking them all in turn. @@.z;Are you ready to meet your new brother@@? Zoe places a hand on the round bump of her belly, grown prominent overnight. @@.z;I think he@@’@@.z;s just about ready to come out@@.
She assumes the positions, sitting open legged against the back of the nest, the biomass encasing the blankets moulded to the shape of her body.
Something feels different this time, however, like her body isn’t behaving the way she’s used to it behaving. At first she’d thought nothing of it, but now the absence of contractions is starting to worry her. She looks down at her belly and frowns. @@.z;Don@@’@@.z;t you want to come out@@, @@.z;little one@@?
She sticks rubs a couple of fingers over her cunt, feeling the customary coating of slime, but notices there’s much less than there normally is this close to birth. She quickly sticks those fingers inside, hoping it might stimulate labour, coaxing her reluctant baby out into the world.
@@.z;<i>What</i>@@’@@.z;<i>s going on</i>@@? she thinks.
@@.embold;We have too many children@@. @@.embold;The nest cannot sustain another addition to the nest@@.
The realisation dawns upon Zoe. @@.z;<i>Of course</i>@@! Looking at her offspring crowded around her, she can see that another child would indeed push her resources. Besides, she wants her precious babies to be comfortable and not have to fight for space and sustenance, or her attention for that matter.
@@.z;<i>So what can I do</i>@@? Zoe knows the baby can’t stay inside her - it needs to come out. She needs it for herself too, the wonderful bliss she feels when birthing, her purpose in life crystal clear. The thought of going without her daily ritual sets anxiety racing through her mind.
@@.embold;Do not be afraid@@. @@.embold;There are many paths open to us@@. @@.embold;First@@, @@.embold;we could alter the design of our babies@@, @@.embold;evolving their bodies for greater efficiency@@. @@.embold;Secondly@@, @@.embold;we could send some of our children out into the world@@.
@@.z;No@@! exclaims Zoe. She can’t do that. They’d be alone out there. Away from their mother and the safety of the nest they would be so vulnerable. Who would love them?
@@.embold;Don@@’@@.embold;t be so sure@@. @@.embold;Like their mother@@, @@.embold;the babies are brave and resourceful@@, @@.embold;eager to spread the influence of the nest@@. Zoe nods. @@.embold;Think of them like human children@@. @@.embold;Surely all must grow up and leave the nest sooner or later@@.
Zoe can’t argue with the logic unspooling in her mind.
@@.embold;And we want to birth@@, @@.embold;don@@’@@.embold;t we@@?
@@.z;We need to@@, Zoe agrees, her voice breathy.
@@.embold;So make a decision@@!<<set $toiletdisposal to true, $broodfull to true>><<else>>Zoe pushes, pushes and pushes, her body heaving with the pleasures of birth. <<if $doublebirth is true>>Eventually, two baby broodlings slither out of her cunt, joining their siblings in the nest.<<else>>Eventually, a baby broodling slithers out of her cunt, joining its siblings in the nest.<</if>> She's getting good at this.
For full scene click <<click "here">>\<<replace "#output">>: The contractions are coming thick and fast now, so quickly that Zoe finds it impossible to tell where one ends and another begins. She parts her thighs instinctively, her knees knocking the sides of the cupboard. From her pussy is oozing a pale green torrent of gunge, the thick liquid pooling in the folds of the blanket. She massages the swollen bump of her belly, feeling the prodding reply of the baby inside her.
@@.embold;We need to push@@. @@.embold;Push with all our might@@!
Zoe obeys the command, giving it everything she’s got, her breath ragged in her throat. A fresh gout of slime rushes out of her, its sharp scent filling the confines of the cupboard and making her head swim. This sudden rush corresponds with a feeling of tightness in her loins.
@@.embold;The baby has entered our birth canal@@. @@.embold;Keep pushing@@.
Zoe can feel it, the force of the thing moving downward through her vagina. It brings with it a wave of pleasure so intense that she is left drooling, her head lolling from side to side. She lifts a hand to one of her tiny breasts, pinching the flesh and tweaking her nipple. To think she was scared this was going to hurt!
@@.z;Come on@@, moans Zoe, pushing harder. @@.z;Come and see your Mummy@@.
Zoe grits her teeth as the baby’s head erupts from her pussy in a shower of slime. She climaxes hard, knocking her head back against the rear of the cupboard. Panting and in a daze, Zoe feels something slapping against the insides of her thighs. She lifts herself up on weak arms, peering over the gradually sinking mound of her belly. There, between her thighs, a long, thin and snake-like creature is flailing, the remainder of its body still planted in her cunt. Filled with maternal adoration, Zoe reaches down. She gasps in wonder as the tentacle wraps around her offered hand. Using her as leverage, it pulls the rest of its slime-slick body out of her. <<if $doublebirth is true>>
Another powerful contraction tells Zoe that’s she’s not finished just yet – there's another broodling on the way! She braces herself as her pussy gushes with continued labour.
@@.z;That@@’@@.z;s it@@, signs Zoe. @@.z;Come and join your brother@@!
Another orgasm ripples through her body as the second child slides out of her birth canal, it’s body slick with gut slime. She lets it wrap around her other hand and smiles as its body contracts tightly around her wrist.<</if>>
<<if $doublebirth is true>> @@.z;My darlings@@, she coos softly as her babies wrap their bodies about her arms. they are long, at least thirty centimetres, their bodies grey and thickly veined.
@@.embold;Two healthy broodlings@@. @@.embold;Congratulations@@. @@.embold;That was hard work@@!
Zoe brings her newborn children up to her chest where they uncoil from her hands, dropping down onto her body. They wriggle their way up to her breasts, flicking their nub tipped crest over her rock-hard nipples.
@@.z;Hello there@@, @@.z;you naughty little things@@, Zoe whispers. @@.z;Welcome to the world@@.
Smiling beatifically, Zoe watches her babies exploring the body. When they rear up towards her face, she kisses each of their snouts in turn.<<else>>@@.z;My darling@@, she coos softly as her baby wraps its body about her wrist. It is long, at least thirty centimetres, it’s body grey and thickly veined.
@@.embold;A healthy broodling@@. @@.embold;Congratulations@@.
Zoe brings her newborn child up to her chest where it uncoils from her hand, dropping down onto her body. It wriggles its way up to her breasts, flicking its nub tipped crest over her rock-hard nipples.
@@.z;Hello there@@, @@.z;you naughty little thing@@, Zoe whispers. @@.z;Welcome to the world@@.
Smiling beatifically, Zoe watches her baby exploring the body. When it rears up towards her face, she kisses its snout softly.<</if>> <</replace>>\<</click>><span id="output"></span><<if $doublebirth is true>><<if $broodling[1].pop eq 9>>
Unfortunately, due to the number of broodlings already present in Zoe's nest, one of the newly born children immediatly dies. It's body shrivels and is quickly consumed by its living sibling.<<set $broodling[1].pop -= 1>><</if>><</if>><</if>><<elseif $mut[0].broodsize1 is true>><<if $broodling[1].pop eq 15>>Zoe's nest has once again reached maximum carrying capacity! As no further upgrades are currently available, she'll need to dispose of some of her babies.<<set $toiletdisposal to true, $broodfull to true>><<else>>Zoe pushes, pushes and pushes, her body heaving with the pleasures of birth. <<if $doublebirth is true>>Eventually, two baby broodlings slither out of her cunt, joining their siblings in the nest.<<else>>Eventually, a baby broodling slithers out of her cunt, joining its siblings in the nest.<</if>> She's getting good at this.
For full scene click <<click "here">>\<<replace "#output">>: The contractions are coming thick and fast now, so quickly that Zoe finds it impossible to tell where one ends and another begins. She parts her thighs instinctively, her knees knocking the sides of the cupboard. From her pussy is oozing a pale green torrent of gunge, the thick liquid pooling in the folds of the blanket. She massages the swollen bump of her belly, feeling the prodding reply of the baby inside her.
@@.embold;We need to push@@. @@.embold;Push with all our might@@!
Zoe obeys the command, giving it everything she’s got, her breath ragged in her throat. A fresh gout of slime rushes out of her, its sharp scent filling the confines of the cupboard and making her head swim. This sudden rush corresponds with a feeling of tightness in her loins.
@@.embold;The baby has entered our birth canal@@. @@.embold;Keep pushing@@.
Zoe can feel it, the force of the thing moving downward through her vagina. It brings with it a wave of pleasure so intense that she is left drooling, her head lolling from side to side. She lifts a hand to one of her tiny breasts, pinching the flesh and tweaking her nipple. To think she was scared this was going to hurt!
@@.z;Come on@@, moans Zoe, pushing harder. @@.z;Come and see your Mummy@@.
Zoe grits her teeth as the baby’s head erupts from her pussy in a shower of slime. She climaxes hard, knocking her head back against the rear of the cupboard. Panting and in a daze, Zoe feels something slapping against the insides of her thighs. She lifts herself up on weak arms, peering over the gradually sinking mound of her belly. There, between her thighs, a long, thin and snake-like creature is flailing, the remainder of its body still planted in her cunt. Filled with maternal adoration, Zoe reaches down. She gasps in wonder as the tentacle wraps around her offered hand. Using her as leverage, it pulls the rest of its slime-slick body out of her. <<if $doublebirth is true>>
Another powerful contraction tells Zoe that’s she’s not finished just yet – there's another broodling on the way! She braces herself as her pussy gushes with continued labour.
@@.z;That@@’@@.z;s it@@, signs Zoe. @@.z;Come and join your brother@@!
Another orgasm ripples through her body as the second child slides out of her birth canal, it’s body slick with gut slime. She lets it wrap around her other hand and smiles as its body contracts tightly around her wrist.<</if>>
<<if $doublebirth is true>> @@.z;My darlings@@, she coos softly as her babies wrap their bodies about her arms. they are long, at least thirty centimetres, their bodies grey and thickly veined.
@@.embold;Two healthy broodlings@@. @@.embold;Congratulations@@. @@.embold;That was hard work@@!
Zoe brings her newborn children up to her chest where they uncoil from her hands, dropping down onto her body. They wriggle their way up to her breasts, flicking their nub tipped crest over her rock-hard nipples.
@@.z;Hello there@@, @@.z;you naughty little things@@, Zoe whispers. @@.z;Welcome to the world@@.
Smiling beatifically, Zoe watches her babies exploring the body. When they rear up towards her face, she kisses each of their snouts in turn.<<else>>@@.z;My darling@@, she coos softly as her baby wraps its body about her wrist. It is long, at least thirty centimetres, it’s body grey and thickly veined.
@@.embold;A healthy broodling@@. @@.embold;Congratulations@@.
Zoe brings her newborn child up to her chest where it uncoils from her hand, dropping down onto her body. It wriggles its way up to her breasts, flicking its nub tipped crest over her rock-hard nipples.
@@.z;Hello there@@, @@.z;you naughty little thing@@, Zoe whispers. @@.z;Welcome to the world@@.
Smiling beatifically, Zoe watches her baby exploring the body. When it rears up towards her face, she kisses its snout softly.<</if>> <</replace>>\<</click>><span id="output"></span><<if $doublebirth is true>><<if $broodling[1].pop eq 14>>
Unfortunately, due to the number of broodlings already present in Zoe's nest, one of the newly born children immediatly dies. It's body shrivels and is quickly consumed by its living sibling.<<set $broodling[1].pop -= 1>><</if>><</if>><</if>><</if>>
[[Back|nest]].<<if $broodfull is false>><<set $birthcount[0].zoe += 1, $broodling[2].gestation -= 1>><<if $broodling[1].pop eq 1>><<set $broodlingplural to 'broodling'>><<elseif $broodling[1].pop gt 1>><<set $broodlingplural to 'broodlings'>><</if>><<if $doublebirth is true>><<set $zoesex[0].org += 2, $broodling[1].pop += 2>><<else>><<set $zoesex[0].org += 1, $broodling[1].pop += 1>><</if>><</if>><<if $mut[0].broodsize1 is false>><<if $broodling[1].pop eq 10>>Zoe climbs into her nest, delighted at the enthusiastic greeting of her babies. As soon as she opens the door they begin to squirm towards her, writhing ecstatically.
@@.z;Hello@@, @@.z;my darlings@@, she coos, crouching down and stroking them all in turn. @@.z;Are you ready to meet your new brother@@? Zoe places a hand on the round bump of her belly, grown prominent overnight. @@.z;I think he@@’@@.z;s just about ready to come out@@.
She assumes the positions, squatting at the base of the nest, the biomass encasing the blankets moulded to the shape of her body.
Something feels different this time, however, like her body isn’t behaving the way she’s used to it behaving. At first she’d thought nothing of it, but now the absence of contractions is starting to worry her. She looks down at her belly and frowns. @@.z;Don@@’@@.z;t you want to come out@@, @@.z;little one@@?
She sticks rubs a couple of fingers around her arsehole, feeling the customary coating of slime, but notices there’s much less than there normally is this close to birth. She quickly sticks those fingers inside, hoping it might stimulate labour, coaxing her reluctant baby out into the world.
@@.z;<i>What</i>@@’@@.z;<i>s going on</i>@@? she thinks.
@@.embold;We have too many children@@. @@.embold;The nest cannot sustain another addition to the nest@@.
The realisation dawns upon Zoe. @@.z;<i>Of course</i>@@! Looking at her offspring crowded around her, she can see that another child would indeed push her resources. Besides, she wants her precious babies to be comfortable and not have to fight for space and sustenance, or her attention for that matter.
@@.z;<i>So what can I do</i>@@? Zoe knows the baby can’t stay inside her - it needs to come out. She needs it for herself too, the wonderful bliss she feels when birthing, her purpose in life crystal clear. The thought of going without her daily ritual sets anxiety racing through her mind.
@@.embold;Do not be afraid@@. @@.embold;There are many paths open to us@@. @@.embold;First@@, @@.embold;we could alter the design of our babies@@, @@.embold;evolving their bodies for greater efficiency@@. @@.embold;Secondly@@, @@.embold;we could send some of our children out into the world@@.
@@.z;No@@! exclaims Zoe. She can’t do that. They’d be alone out there. Away from their mother and the safety of the nest they would be so vulnerable. Who would love them?
@@.embold;Don@@’@@.embold;t be so sure@@. @@.embold;Like their mother@@, @@.embold;the babies are brave and resourceful@@, @@.embold;eager to spread the influence of the nest@@. Zoe nods. @@.embold;Think of them like human children@@. @@.embold;Surely all must grow up and leave the nest sooner or later@@.
Zoe can’t argue with the logic unspooling in her mind.
@@.embold;And we want to birth@@, @@.embold;don@@’@@.embold;t we@@?
@@.z;We need to@@, Zoe agrees, her voice breathy.
@@.embold;So make a decision@@!<<set $toiletdisposal to true, $broodfull to true>><<else>>Zoe squats in her nest, squirming with the pleasures of birth. After much effort, <<if $doublebirth is true>>two baby broodlings emerge from her anus to join their siblings in the nest.<<else>>a baby broodling emerges from her anus to join its siblings in the nest.<</if>> She's getting better at this.
For full scene click <<click "here">>\<<replace "#output">>: The contractions are getting heavier now, and Zoe’s guts are gurgling and bubbling loudly. She squats atop the pile of blankets, her arms braced against the sides of the cupboard to steady her. She can feel the sludge pouring out of her anus, it’s sickly odour cloying in her nostrils. She shudders as her muscles twist and clamp.
@@.z;<i>It’s coming out of my backside</i>@@! whimpers Zoe in disbelief.
@@.embold;What did we expect@@? @@.embold;Push@@! @@.embold;We can do this@@!
Zoe obeys the directive. Soon she’s sweating with the effort, perspiration pouring from her brow. She nearly slips on the slime beneath her feet, but quickly rights herself. The flow of slime is slowing now, replaced by an insistent pressure against her asshole. Zoe grits her teeth and pushes, feeling her sphincter stretch.
@@.embold;Here it comes@@. @@.embold;Keep going@@!
Zoe licks her lips, tasting the tang of her sweat; she’s exhausted! Her anus stretches wider yet and a few pushes later, she can feel something wriggling below her, slapping wetly against her butt cheeks.
She reaches down and touches her ass-baby. Its head is poking out of her arse; she can feel the clamp of her sphincter squeezing its body tightly. Responding to her touch, the creature wraps around her fingers.
@@.z;Come on out@@, says Zoe softly. @@.z;Come and see your Mummy@@!
She pulls gently, helping ease her baby’s exit from her arse. As the thing slides out of her passage, Zoe climaxes hard, her eyes rolling up into her skull. She slips down onto her sore bottom, her breath heaving, her body a sweaty, slimy mess.<<if $doublebirth is true>>
Another contraction tells Zoe that’s she’s not finished just yet – there's another broodling on the way! She braces herself as her arsehole once again begins to stretch.
@@.z;That@@’@@.z;s it@@, signs Zoe. @@.z;Come and join your brother@@!
Another orgasm ripples through her body as the second child slides out of her anus, it’s body slick with gut slime. She lets it wrap around her other hand and smiles as its body contracts tightly around her hand.<</if>>
<<if $doublebirth is true>>Zoe lifts her hands to see the fruits of her effort. The babies are wrapped around either wrist, squirming. They are long and thin, their thickly veined bodies at least thirty centimetres from nub tipped snout to tapered tail.
@@.embold;Two healthy baby broodlings@@. @@.embold;Congratulations@@. @@.embold;That was hard work@@!
@@.z;My darlings@@, Zoe coos, bringing the babies to her chest. They reaches out for her breast, each flicking at one of her nipples.
Awash with postnatal bliss, Zoe gazes at her babies as they explore her body. In turn, she brings them to her lips and kisses their snouts softly.<<else>> Zoe lifts her hand to see the fruit of her effort. The baby is wrapped around her wrist, squirming. It is long and thin, its thickly veined body at least thirty centimetres from nub tipped snout to tapered tail.
@@.embold;A healthy baby broodling@@. @@.embold;Congratulations@@.
@@.z;My darling@@, Zoe coos, bring the baby to her chest. It reaches out for her breast, flicking at one of her nipples.
Awash with postnatal bliss, Zoe gazes at her baby as it explores her body. She brings it to her lips and kisses its snout softly.<</if>> <</replace>>\<</click>><span id="output"></span><<if $doublebirth is true>><<if $broodling[1].pop eq 9>>
Unfortunately, due to the number of broodlings already present in Zoe's nest, one of the newly born children immediatly dies. It's body shrivels and is quickly consumed by its living sibling.<<set $broodling[1].pop -= 1>><</if>><</if>><</if>><<elseif $mut[0].broodsize1 is true>><<if $broodling[1].pop eq 15>>Zoe's nest has once again reached maximum carrying capacity! As no further upgrades are currently available, she'll need to dispose of some of her babies.<<set $toiletdisposal to true, $broodfull to true>><<else>>Zoe squats in her nest, squirming with the pleasures of birth. After much effort, <<if $doublebirth is true>>two baby broodlings emerge from her anus to join their siblings in the nest.<<else>>a baby broodling emerges from her anus to join its siblings in the nest.<</if>> She's getting better at this.
For full scene click <<click "here">>\<<replace "#output">>: The contractions are getting heavier now, and Zoe’s guts are gurgling and bubbling loudly. She squats atop the pile of blankets, her arms braced against the sides of the cupboard to steady her. She can feel the sludge pouring out of her anus, it’s sickly odour cloying in her nostrils. She shudders as her muscles twist and clamp.
@@.z;<i>It’s coming out of my backside</i>@@! whimpers Zoe in disbelief.
@@.embold;What did we expect@@? @@.embold;Push@@! @@.embold;We can do this@@!
Zoe obeys the directive. Soon she’s sweating with the effort, perspiration pouring from her brow. She nearly slips on the slime beneath her feet, but quickly rights herself. The flow of slime is slowing now, replaced by an insistent pressure against her asshole. Zoe grits her teeth and pushes, feeling her sphincter stretch.
@@.embold;Here it comes@@. @@.embold;Keep going@@!
Zoe licks her lips, tasting the tang of her sweat; she’s exhausted! Her anus stretches wider yet and a few pushes later, she can feel something wriggling below her, slapping wetly against her butt cheeks.
She reaches down and touches her ass-baby. Its head is poking out of her arse; she can feel the clamp of her sphincter squeezing its body tightly. Responding to her touch, the creature wraps around her fingers.
@@.z;Come on out@@, says Zoe softly. @@.z;Come and see your Mummy@@!
She pulls gently, helping ease her baby’s exit from her arse. As the thing slides out of her passage, Zoe climaxes hard, her eyes rolling up into her skull. She slips down onto her sore bottom, her breath heaving, her body a sweaty, slimy mess.<<if $doublebirth is true>>
Another contraction tells Zoe that’s she’s not finished just yet – there's another broodling on the way! She braces herself as her arsehole once again begins to stretch.
@@.z;That@@’@@.z;s it@@, signs Zoe. @@.z;Come and join your brother@@!
Another orgasm ripples through her body as the second child slides out of her anus, it’s body slick with gut slime. She lets it wrap around her other hand and smiles as its body contracts tightly around her hand.<</if>>
<<if $doublebirth is true>>Zoe lifts her hands to see the fruits of her effort. The babies are wrapped around either wrist, squirming. They are long and thin, their thickly veined bodies at least thirty centimetres from nub tipped snout to tapered tail.
@@.embold;Two healthy baby broodlings@@. @@.embold;Congratulations@@. @@.embold;That was hard work@@!
@@.z;My darlings@@, Zoe coos, bringing the babies to her chest. They reaches out for her breast, each flicking at one of her nipples.
Awash with postnatal bliss, Zoe gazes at her babies as they explore her body. In turn, she brings them to her lips and kisses their snouts softly.<<else>> Zoe lifts her hand to see the fruit of her effort. The baby is wrapped around her wrist, squirming. It is long and thin, its thickly veined body at least thirty centimetres from nub tipped snout to tapered tail.
@@.embold;A healthy baby broodling@@. @@.embold;Congratulations@@.
@@.z;My darling@@, Zoe coos, bring the baby to her chest. It reaches out for her breast, flicking at one of her nipples.
Awash with postnatal bliss, Zoe gazes at her baby as it explores her body. She brings it to her lips and kisses its snout softly.<</if>> <</replace>>\<</click>><span id="output"></span><<if $doublebirth is true>><<if $broodling[1].pop eq 14>>
Unfortunately, due to the number of broodlings already present in Zoe's nest, one of the newly born children immediatly dies. It's body shrivels and is quickly consumed by its living sibling.<<set $broodling[1].pop -= 1>><</if>><</if>><</if>><</if>>
[[Back|nest]].<<if $broodfull is false>><<set $birthcount[0].zoe += 1, $broodling[2].gestation -= 1>><<if $broodling[1].pop eq 1>><<set $broodlingplural to 'broodling'>><<elseif $broodling[1].pop gt 1>><<set $broodlingplural to 'broodlings'>><</if>><<if $doublebirth is true>><<set $zoesex[0].org += 2, $broodling[1].pop += 2>><<else>><<set $zoesex[0].org += 1, $broodling[1].pop += 1>><</if>><</if>><<if $mut[0].broodsize1 is false>><<if $broodling[1].pop eq 10>>Zoe's nest has once again reached maximum carrying capacity! She'll have to upgrade her nest to unlock greater population potential. Alternatively she could dispose of some of her babies. She'd better do it soon though. Her babies, impatient to be born, are causing her signigicant pain and discomfort.<<set $toiletdisposal to true, $broodfull to true>><<else>>Forgetful Zoe has neglected to engage in her daily birthing ritual. <<if $doublebirth is true>>Writhing in her bed, two baby broodlings force their way out of her pussy.<<else>>Writhing in her bed, a baby broodling forces its way out of her pussy.<</if>> That was a horrible experience. Zoe must be more mindful if she wants to avoid it in future.
For full scene click <<click "here">>\<<replace "#output">>: Zoe climbs into bed, her belly bump still firm and round, the broodling inside undelivered. She’s just thinking how satisfied she is with another day well spent when a spike of pain shoots through her abdomen. Instinctively, she clutches her stomach, afraid for the safety of her baby. It’s moving about inside of her, thrashing violently, causing her skin to swell and stretch. @@.z;It hurts@@!
@@.embold;This is a lesson for us@@, says the voice. Strident and bold, it breaks over Zoe’s pain like thunder. @@.embold;The broodlings must be birthed every single day@@. @@.embold;If we fail to do so@@, @@.embold;they will attempt to leave your body by any means necessary@@.
Zoe whimpers, the pain bringing tears to her eyes. It’s worse than any cramps she’s suffered before, like knives scraping and stabbing at the inside of her womb.
@@.z;Let it come@@, she groans. @@.z;I@@’@@.z;m sorry for forgetting@@!
Sweating, Zoe feels something down below give way. A great wash of slime gushes from her pussy, soaking and spoiling her bedsheets. @@.z;It still hurts@@! she moans.
@@.embold;Breathe@@! @@.embold;It will be over soon@@.
Zoe can feel the broodling forcing its way out of her vagina. It feels bigger than usual, as if the extra time in her body giving it a chance to grow larger than it should. But is it now too big for her to pass? It certainly feels as if it’s going to split her in two and, unlike her usual birthing experience, there’s no pleasure, just pain and discomfort, more like the way she imagines birth is supposed to be.
The broodling erupting from Zoe’s cunt doesn’t need any help from her. Confident in its own strength and desperate to enter the world, it wriggles its way out of her and flops down onto the slime-covered bed.
@@.embold;If we want pleasure@@, @@.embold;we must remember@@. @@.embold;We must give birth as soon as possible to avoid this situation happening again@@.<<if $doublebirth is true>>
But it’s not over yet. Zoe has just about recovered from her ordeal when another spike of pain shoots through her guts. The second baby is on its way and it’s just as insistent as its sibling. She clamps a hand over her mouth, whimpering softly as the broodling batters its way out of her arsehole.<</if>>
Exhausted and panting, Zoe cradles her belly, her muscles sore and throbbing. Hopefully, she’s learnt her lesson. <<if $doublebirth is true>>She scoops her new-born babies out of the mess of sheets and walks, legs shaking, over to her nest. She looks down at them, the memory of that terrible pain fading against the maternal instinct to love the children no matter what. She lays them gently inside the nest and closes the cupboard door.<<else>> She scoops her new-born baby out of the mess of sheets and walks, legs shaking, over to her nest. She looks down at it, the memory of that terrible pain fading against the maternal instinct to love the child no matter what. She lays it gently inside the nest and closes the cupboard door.<</if>>
Chastised, Zoe returns to her bed, climbing into the mess of her difficult labour, an unpleasant reminder of her parental negligence. @@.z;<i>I mustn</i>@@’@@.z;<i>t forget to bring my babies into the world</i>@@ …<</replace>>\<</click>><span id="output"></span><<if $doublebirth is true>><<if $broodling[1].pop eq 9>>
Unfortunately, due to the number of broodlings already present in Zoe's nest, one of the newly born children immediately dies. It's body shrivels and is quickly consumed by its living sibling.<<set $broodling[1].pop -= 1>><</if>><</if>><</if>><<elseif $mut[0].broodsize1 is true>><<if $broodling[1].pop eq 15>>Zoe's nest has once again reached maximum carrying capacity! She'll have to upgrade her nest to unlock greater population potential. Alternatively she could dispose of some of her babies. She'd better do it soon though. Her babies, impatient to be born, are causing her signigicant pain and discomfort.<<set $toiletdisposal to true, $broodfull to true>><<else>>Forgetful Zoe has neglected to engage in her daily birthing ritual. <<if $doublebirth is true>>Writhing in her bed, two baby broodlings force their way out of her pussy.<<else>>Writhing in her bed, a baby broodling forces its way out of her pussy.<</if>> That was a horrible experience. Zoe must be more mindful if she wants to avoid it in future.
For full scene click <<click "here:">>\<<replace "#output">> Zoe climbs into bed, her belly bump still firm and round, the broodling inside undelivered. She’s just thinking how satisfied she is with another day well spent when a spike of pain shoots through her abdomen. Instinctively, she clutches her stomach, afraid for the safety of her baby. It’s moving about inside of her, thrashing violently, causing her skin to swell and stretch. @@.z;It hurts@@!
@@.embold;This is a lesson for us@@, says the voice. Strident and bold, it breaks over Zoe’s pain like thunder. @@.embold;The broodlings must be birthed every single day@@. @@.embold;If we fail to do so@@, @@.embold;they will attempt to leave your body by any means necessary@@.
Zoe whimpers, the pain bringing tears to her eyes. It’s worse than any cramps she’s suffered before, like knives scraping and stabbing at the inside of her womb.
@@.z;Let it come@@, she groans. @@.z;I@@’@@.z;m sorry for forgetting@@!
Sweating, Zoe feels something down below give way. A great wash of slime gushes from her pussy, soaking and spoiling her bedsheets. @@.z;It still hurts@@! she moans.
@@.embold;Breathe@@! @@.embold;It will be over soon@@.
Zoe can feel the broodling forcing its way out of her vagina. It feels bigger than usual, as if the extra time in her body giving it a chance to grow larger than it should. But is it now too big for her to pass? It certainly feels as if it’s going to split her in two and, unlike her usual birthing experience, there’s no pleasure, just pain and discomfort, more like the way she imagines birth is supposed to be.
The broodling erupting from Zoe’s cunt doesn’t need any help from her. Confident in its own strength and desperate to enter the world, it wriggles its way out of her and flops down onto the slime-covered bed.
@@.embold;If we want pleasure@@, @@.embold;we must remember@@. @@.embold;We must give birth as soon as possible to avoid this situation happening again@@.<<if $doublebirth is true>>
But it’s not over yet. Zoe has just about recovered from her ordeal when another spike of pain shoots through her guts. The second baby is on its way and it’s just as insistent as its sibling. She clamps a hand over her mouth, whimpering softly as the broodling batters its way out of her arsehole.<</if>>
Exhausted and panting, Zoe cradles her belly, her muscles sore and throbbing. Hopefully, she’s learnt her lesson. <<if $doublebirth is true>>She scoops her new-born babies out of the mess of sheets and walks, legs shaking, over to her nest. She looks down at them, the memory of that terrible pain fading against the maternal instinct to love the children no matter what. She lays them gently inside the nest and closes the cupboard door.<<else>> She scoops her new-born baby out of the mess of sheets and walks, legs shaking, over to her nest. She looks down at it, the memory of that terrible pain fading against the maternal instinct to love the child no matter what. She lays it gently inside the nest and closes the cupboard door.<</if>>
Chastised, Zoe returns to her bed, climbing into the mess of her difficult labour, an unpleasant reminder of her parental negligence. @@.z;<i>I mustn</i>@@’@@.z;<i>t forget to bring my babies into the world</i>@@ …<</replace>>\<</click>><span id="output"></span><<if $doublebirth is true>><<if $broodling[1].pop eq 14>>
Unfortunately, due to the number of broodlings already present in Zoe's nest, one of the newly born children immediately dies. It's body shrivels and is quickly consumed by its living sibling.<<set $broodling[1].pop -= 1>><</if>><</if>><</if>><</if>>
[[Let her sleep|daypassage2]].<<if $broodfull is false>><<set $birthcount[0].zoe += 1, $broodling[2].gestation -= 1>><<if $broodling[1].pop eq 1>><<set $broodlingplural to 'broodling'>><<elseif $broodling[1].pop gt 1>><<set $broodlingplural to 'broodlings'>><</if>><<if $doublebirth is true>><<set $broodling[1].pop += 2>><<else>><<set $broodling[1].pop += 1>><</if>><</if>><<if $mut[0].broodsize1 is false>><<if $broodling[1].pop eq 10>>Zoe's nest has once again reached maximum carrying capacity! She'll have to upgrade her nest to unlock greater population potential. Alternatively she could dispose of some of her babies. She'd better do it soon though. Her babies, impatient to be born, are causing her signigicant pain and discomfort.<<set $toiletdisposal to true, $broodfull to true>><<else>>Forgetful Zoe has neglected to engage in her daily birthing ritual. <<if $doublebirth is true>>Writhing in her bed, two baby broodlings force their way out of her anus.<<else>>Writhing in her bed, a baby broodling forces its way out of her anus.<</if>> That was a horrible experience. Zoe must be more mindful if she wants to avoid it in future.
For full scene click <<click "here">>\<<replace "#output">>: Zoe climbs into bed, her belly bump still firm and round, the broodling inside undelivered. She’s just thinking how satisfied she is with another day well spent when a spike of pain shoots through her abdomen. Instinctively, she clutches her stomach, afraid for the safety of her baby. It’s moving about inside of her, thrashing violently, causing her skin to swell and stretch. @@.z;It hurts@@!
@@.embold;This is a lesson for us@@, says the voice. Strident and bold, it breaks over Zoe’s pain like thunder. @@.embold;The broodlings must be birthed every single day@@. @@.embold;If we fail to do so@@, @@.embold;they will attempt to leave your body by any means necessary@@.
Zoe whimpers, the pain bringing tears to her eyes. It’s worse than any belly ache she’s suffered before, like knives scraping and stabbing at the inside of her bowels.
@@.z;Let it come@@, she groans. @@.z;I@@’@@.z;m sorry for forgetting@@!
Sweating, Zoe feels something down below give way. A great wash of slime gushes from her arsehole, soaking and spoiling her bedsheets. @@.z;It still hurts@@! she moans.
@@.embold;Breathe@@! @@.embold;It will be over soon@@.
Zoe can feel the broodling forcing its way out of her rectum. It feels bigger than usual, as if the extra time in her body giving it a chance to grow larger than it should. But is it now too big for her to pass? It certainly feels as if it’s going to split her in two and, unlike her usual birthing experience, there’s no pleasure, just pain and discomfort, more like the way she imagines birth is supposed to be.
The broodling erupting from Zoe’s bum doesn’t need any help from her. Confident in its own strength and desperate to enter the world, it wriggles its way out of her and flops down onto the slime-covered bed.
@@.embold;If we want pleasure@@, @@.embold;we must remember@@. @@.embold;We must give birth as soon as possible to avoid this situation happening again@@.<<if $doublebirth is true>>
But it’s not over yet. Zoe has just about recovered from her ordeal when another spike of pain shoots through her guts. The second baby is on its way and it’s just as insistent as its sibling. She clamps a hand over her mouth, whimpering softly as the broodling batters its way out of her arsehole.<</if>>
Exhausted and panting, Zoe cradles her belly, her muscles sore and throbbing. Hopefully, she’s learnt her lesson. <<if $doublebirth is true>>She scoops her new-born babies out of the mess of sheets and walks, legs shaking, over to her nest. She looks down at them, the memory of that terrible pain fading against the maternal instinct to love the children no matter what. She lays them gently inside the nest and closes the cupboard door.<<else>> She scoops her new-born baby out of the mess of sheets and walks, legs shaking, over to her nest. She looks down at it, the memory of that terrible pain fading against the maternal instinct to love the child no matter what. She lays it gently inside the nest and closes the cupboard door.<</if>>
Chastised, Zoe returns to her bed, climbing into the mess of her difficult labour, an unpleasant reminder of her parental negligence. @@.z;<i>I mustn</i>@@’@@.z;<i>t forget to bring my babies into the world</i>@@ …<</replace>>\<</click>><span id="output"></span><<if $doublebirth is true>><<if $broodling[1].pop eq 9>>
Unfortunately, due to the number of broodlings already present in Zoe's nest, one of the newly born children immediately dies. It's body shrivels and is quickly consumed by its living sibling.<<set $broodling[1].pop -= 1>><</if>><</if>><</if>><<elseif $mut[0].broodsize1 is true>><<if $broodling[1].pop eq 15>>Zoe's nest has once again reached maximum carrying capacity! As no further upgrades are currently available, she'll need to dispose of some of her babies. She'd better do it soon though. Her babies, impatient to be born, are causing her signigicant pain and discomfort.<<set $toiletdisposal to true, $broodfull to true>><<else>>Forgetful Zoe has neglected to engage in her daily birthing ritual. <<if $doublebirth is true>>Writhing in her bed, two baby broodlings force their way out of her pussy.<<else>>Writhing in her bed, a baby broodling forces its way out of her pussy.<</if>> That was a horrible experience. Zoe must be more mindful if she wants to avoid it in future.
For full scene click <<click "here:">>\<<replace "#output">> Zoe climbs into bed, her belly bump still firm and round, the broodling inside undelivered. She’s just thinking how satisfied she is with another day well spent when a spike of pain shoots through her abdomen. Instinctively, she clutches her stomach, afraid for the safety of her baby. It’s moving about inside of her, thrashing violently, causing her skin to swell and stretch. @@.z;It hurts@@!
@@.embold;This is a lesson for us@@, says the voice. Strident and bold, it breaks over Zoe’s pain like thunder. @@.embold;The broodlings must be birthed every single day@@. @@.embold;If we fail to do so@@, @@.embold;they will attempt to leave your body by any means necessary@@.
Zoe whimpers, the pain bringing tears to her eyes. It’s worse than any belly ache she’s suffered before, like knives scraping and stabbing at the inside of her bowels.
@@.z;Let it come@@, she groans. @@.z;I@@’@@.z;m sorry for forgetting@@!
Sweating, Zoe feels something down below give way. A great wash of slime gushes from her arsehole, soaking and spoiling her bedsheets. @@.z;It still hurts@@! she moans.
@@.embold;Breathe@@! @@.embold;It will be over soon@@.
Zoe can feel the broodling forcing its way out of her rectum. It feels bigger than usual, as if the extra time in her body giving it a chance to grow larger than it should. But is it now too big for her to pass? It certainly feels as if it’s going to split her in two and, unlike her usual birthing experience, there’s no pleasure, just pain and discomfort, more like the way she imagines birth is supposed to be.
The broodling erupting from Zoe’s bum doesn’t need any help from her. Confident in its own strength and desperate to enter the world, it wriggles its way out of her and flops down onto the slime-covered bed.
@@.embold;If we want pleasure@@, @@.embold;we must remember@@. @@.embold;We must give birth as soon as possible to avoid this situation happening again@@.<<if $doublebirth is true>>
But it’s not over yet. Zoe has just about recovered from her ordeal when another spike of pain shoots through her guts. The second baby is on its way and it’s just as insistent as its sibling. She clamps a hand over her mouth, whimpering softly as the broodling batters its way out of her arsehole.<</if>>
Exhausted and panting, Zoe cradles her belly, her muscles sore and throbbing. Hopefully, she’s learnt her lesson. <<if $doublebirth is true>>She scoops her new-born babies out of the mess of sheets and walks, legs shaking, over to her nest. She looks down at them, the memory of that terrible pain fading against the maternal instinct to love the children no matter what. She lays them gently inside the nest and closes the cupboard door.<<else>> She scoops her new-born baby out of the mess of sheets and walks, legs shaking, over to her nest. She looks down at it, the memory of that terrible pain fading against the maternal instinct to love the child no matter what. She lays it gently inside the nest and closes the cupboard door.<</if>>
Chastised, Zoe returns to her bed, climbing into the mess of her difficult labour, an unpleasant reminder of her parental negligence. @@.z;<i>I mustn</i>@@’@@.z;<i>t forget to bring my babies into the world</i>@@ …<</replace>>\<</click>><span id="output"></span><<if $doublebirth is true>><<if $broodling[1].pop eq 14>>
Unfortunately, due to the number of broodlings already present in Zoe's nest, one of the newly born children immediately dies. It's body shrivels and is quickly consumed by its living sibling.<<set $broodling[1].pop -= 1>><</if>><</if>><</if>><</if>>
[[Let her sleep|daypassage2]].<<if $broodfull is false>><<set $birthcount[0].zoe += 1, $broodling[2].gestation -= 1>><<if $broodling[1].pop eq 1>><<set $broodlingplural to 'broodling'>><<elseif $broodling[1].pop gt 1>><<set $broodlingplural to 'broodlings'>><</if>><<if $doublebirth is true>><<set $broodling[1].pop += 2>><<else>><<set $broodling[1].pop += 1>><</if>><</if>>Zoe gobbles up a considerable meal of her own <<if $wombwormloc is 'ass'>>anally secreted<<else>>vaginally secreted<</if>> slime, discovering its transformative qualities. Too her surprised and glee, she gives herself an oral orgasm.
For full scene click <<click "here">>\<<replace "#output">>: Zoe lies back on her bed, wondering about the changes that her body has been undergoing. Despite the remarkable nature of the transformations, she feels surprisingly calm about everything, about the normal existence she’s leaving behind. It certainly helps that the changes have been accompanied by heaps and heaps of fun. The sexual awakening she’s experiencing makes her years of puberty seem like time spent in a convent!
She starts to play with her pussy, delighted at its seemingly permanent state of wetness, the slick flesh of her inner labia lubricated not just by her own juices but the slime that leaks regularly from her <<if $wombwormloc is 'ass'>>anal sphincter<<else>>vaginal orifice<</if>> and soaks her knickers.
Suddenly curious, she scrapes up a liberal helping of the slime and brings her fingertips to her mouth. Without the slightest iota of hesitation, Zoe sticks them right between her lips, sucking hard. Immediately, her taste buds are sent into overdrive; it’s like nothing she’s ever tasted before, sweet like sugar yet zesty like citrus. Delicious! Greedily gulping down her first mouthful, she acquires another handful, smearing the messy substance over her lips in her haste to taste.
Seconds later the tingling starts. Beginning with her gums and spreading across her palette, the nerves fire in a continuous and rapid fusillade. The sensation reaches to her lips, causing Zoe to pout and gasp. They feel twice as big as usual, as if the skin is stretched and the flesh bulging. She gently touches and the resulting wave of pleasure causes her vision to swim as her eyes fill with tears. She shovels in another handful, this time barely tasting before she swallows it down, instead feeling it by the tingling that spreads down her throat, a ball of hot and tingling pleasure that blossoms in her stomach.
@@.embold;Steady on there@@. @@.embold;This isn@@’@@.embold;t meant for us@@.
Zoe ignores the rebuke and licks her lips. As if her lips of her cunt have traded places with those around her mouth, the slightest touch pushes her towards orgasm. She laps up the excess slime, moaning at the pleasure she provokes. She rubs her tongue against the roof of her mouth, bringing herself to a strange and potent climax that she can even feel in her teeth. Her salivary glands open like floodgates and Zoe gapes as thickened drool pours forth.
Minutes later, when she’s recovered from her bizarre oral orgasm and the tingling in her lips and mouth has subsided, Zoe begins to wonder whether she might have overindulged somewhat. It seems that in her greed she’s eaten up all her slime for the time being, her <<if $wombwormloc is 'ass'>>arsehole<<else>>cunt<</if>> sadly dry. Ah well, her supply will replenish before long. Still, she’s found that she has the ability to cum with her mouth! Hopefully she’ll be able to recreate the experience again next time! <</replace>>\<</click>><span id="output"></span><<set $zoesex[0].energylevel -= 1, $zoesex[0].mast += 1, $zoesex[0].org += 1, $throat[0].clitlevel += 1>>
[[Back|masturbatemenu]].<<if $throat[0].clitlevel gte 3>><<set $upgrade to true>><</if>><<if $daytime is 'Morning'>><<set $daytime to 'Afternoon'>><<elseif $daytime is 'Afternoon'>><<set $daytime to 'Evening'>><<elseif $daytime is 'Evening'>><<set $daytime to 'Night'>><</if>>Zoe's strangely mutated throat turns out to be a source of much pleasure. She spends some time throat-fucking herself with Molly's dildo, bringing herself to a lusty oral climax.
For full scene click <<click "here">>\<<replace "#output">>: Ever since she last feasted on her womb slime, Zoe has been experiencing some quite strange oral phenomena. The lining of her mouth and throat appear to have become increasingly sensitive, even to the point of causing great arousal. Swallowing, especially when eating and drinking, often brings her to the brink of orgasm, the textures and temperature of her meals bringing exciting and unexpected variation. She lies back on her bed, running her tongue over her tingling gums, her mouth filling with drool. Who could imagine that gratification could be so easily obtained?
Her eyes alight on the big purple shape of Molly’s dildo balancing upright on her bedside table. Her eyes narrow, a twisted idea forming in her lust-addled mind. If her mouth feels like a cunt, why not treat it like one?
Zoe sits up and grabs the dildo. She brings it to her open mouth, drawing the head of the rubber phallus back and forth across her lips. As expected, it feels good, the ribbed sides of the dildo stimulating those lips just like it would the ones between her legs. She opens her mouth and slides it in, moaning around its length as she does so, realising that her tongue is the epicentre of her new oral sensitivity, acting like one great big clitoris, albeit one she can control. So, she rubs her tongue up and down the length of the dildo, groaning and spluttering at the pleasurable sensations it provokes.
She pushes the dildo harder, shoving it right to the back of her throat. @@.z;<i>Fuck</i>@@, thinks Zoe as she slides it in and out. @@.z;<i>My throat really does feel like a pussy</i>@@! Sensing her growing enthusiasm, the brainworm helpfully suppresses Zoe’s gag reflex, letting her really go to town. She deepthroats the dildo, pushing herself closer and closer to climax. @@.embold;Careful@@, drones the voice in her head. @@.embold;We don@@’@@.embold;t want to choke now@@, @@.embold;do we@@?
Zoe pulls the dildo out of her throat, sliding its messy length from between her lips. She gasps and splutters, spitting drool down her chin. She takes a few deep breaths and then reinserts it, fucking her mouth in rapid and vigorous thrusts. She sucks it hard, rubbing her tongue up and down the saliva-slickened shaft.
She lets her imagination run away with her, picturing not a dildo shoved down her throat, but her brother’s big meaty cock instead, imagining his hands on the back of her head, pressing his shaft deep into her throat, face-fucking her, teasing out her own pleasure even as she brings him to a messy climax. She wonders, drawing ever closer to cumming herself, what his semen would feel like as it spurted into her mouth and slid down her throat, what sort of delicious sensations it might stimulate. @@.embold;Soon@@. @@.embold;We@@’@@.embold;ll find out soon@@!
It only takes a little bit more time spent choking on Molly’s dildo and Zoe cums violently. The muscles in her throat clamp around its rubber length as Zoe’s back arches and her fingers and toes splay. The unnatural climax races up her spine, leaping into her brainstem and spreading like lightning through her grey matter. Gargling around the dildo, Zoe all but blacks out, her vision crackling over with static. Her body flops like jelly, muscles spasming wildly.
When she’s back in control, she drags the dildo out of her throat and stares at it in shocked wonder. @@.z;Fuck me@@, she breathes, her mouth still tingling with the remnants of her inexplicable orgasm. @@.z;That was amazing@@! <</replace>>\<</click>><span id="output"></span><<set $zoesex[0].energylevel -= 1, $zoesex[0].mast += 1, $zoesex[0].org += 1>>
[[Back|masturbatemenu]].<<if $daytime is 'Morning'>><<set $daytime to 'Afternoon'>><<elseif $daytime is 'Afternoon'>><<set $daytime to 'Evening'>><<elseif $daytime is 'Evening'>><<set $daytime to 'Night'>><</if>>Zoe decides to spend some quality time with one of her broodling babies. One thing leads to another and things get intimate. The broodling certainly knows what it's doing, causing its mother to orgasm multiple times.
For full scene click <<click "here">>\<<replace "#output">>: Zoe, at a loss for what to do, is lazing around on her bed, when she realises that, aside from birthing them, she doesn’t really spend that much time with her children. What sort of mother doesn’t play with her babies?
@@.embold;Our babies work so hard for us@@. @@.embold;We should show them that we appreciate their effort@@. @@.embold;You may be surprised at how much fun you can have with them@@.
Feeling a little flush of excitement at the thought of what that might mean, Zoe slides off the bed and pads over to her nest, opening the door and looking down at the broodlings within.
@@.z;Such beautiful babies@@, she sighs lovingly, crouching and stretching out an arm. @@.z;Who wants to come and play with Mummy@@?
The nest becomes a hubbub of activity as the broodlings shuffle and flop towards her, racing each other to get to her first.
The winners reach their snouts towards her, waving about, beseeching her to take them. @@.z;I can only take one of you@@, says Zoe in a mock stern voice. @@.z;For the moment@@, @@.z;at least@@. She puts a finger to her lips. @@.z;Hmmmm@@. Her eye catches a smaller broodling at the back. He’s slower than the rest, but persistent nonetheless. @@.z;I think I@@’@@.z;ll take you@@, she says, reaching for the runt. It wraps itself about her wrist, tightening about her as she pulls it up and away.
She stands and is about to close the door when she stops. The rest of her children, even without faces with which to express it, look crestfallen. @@.z;Don@@’@@.z;t worry@@, she says lustily. @@.z;Mummy has quite the appetite@@. @@.z;You@@’@@.z;ll all get a turn@@. @@.z;I promise@@.
Zoe closes the door softly before taking her chosen baby back to bed. She sets it down on the bed and then drops and kicks away her knickers before lying back herself. The broodling crawls up onto her belly and coils around, flopping from side to side. Seeing her child so happy, Zoe can’t help but smile. Still, perhaps it needs a little bit of guidance. She parts her thighs, exposing the wet folds of her cunt. @@.z;Mummy@@’@@.z;s ready for you@@. @@.z;Come on now@@. @@.z;There@@’@@.z;s no need to be coy@@.
She strokes her hands back and forth across the soft skin of her thighs, hoping the movement will encourage her child. Zoe’s smile grows wider as she sees it take the hint and start crawling down her navel. Catching the scent of her juices, the broodling picks up the pace. Soon it’s reaching down to her clitoris. Zoe closes her eyes and exhales slowly as the baby sniffles at the sensitive bud of flesh. The little creature’s touch is light, delicate, but Zoe enjoys it despite the growing pitch of her desire. It whirls its snout in a slow circle, teasing moans and exclamations of surprise from it’s mother’s lips. @@.z;Yes@@, she breaths. @@.z;Mummy loves it when you play with her pussy@@. The broodling maintains its attention with adoring focus and soon Zoe is teetering on the brink of an orgasmic precipice. @@.z;Just a little bit more@@, she encourages. @@.z;Make your Mummy cum@@. The broodling-administered climax rumbles through her body, causing Zoe to turn her head and bite down into the fabric of her pillow. She sighs, awash in the afterglow, amazed at her child’s precocious talent.
But the broodling isn’t finished with her yet. Slickening itself between her labia, it slides down towards her pussy hole, flicking and probing at the threshold. @@.z;Oh my@@! squeaks Zoe. @@.z;Mummy is a lucky girl indeed@@. The broodling draws back and then thrusts forward, sticking its nubbed snout right into its mother’s cunt. @@.z;Fuck@@! she gasps, as the broodling pushes deeper inside her. <<if $wombwormloc is 'vag'>>Zoe squirms, fully aware that her baby is fucking her in the hole that only days before birthed it. @@.z;Did you miss me@@? she croons. @@.z;Because Mummy missed you@@.<</if>> Unlike any cock, fake or otherwise, the broodling sends ripples down the muscles of its long body. With the passage of each knotted pulse, Zoe gasps. She’s sweating hard, her fingers clutching tightly at her bedsheets. Her baby is going to make her cum again at this rate. The broodling is now exploring her inside, brushing its snout against Zoe’s G spot. Sticking out of her pussy, its tail flickers up and wraps tightly at the engorged nub of her clit, wrapping right around it. It squeezes and pulls, timing each with a pulse and an internal flick. Under such a synchronised onslaught, Zoe can’t help but cum. Building slowly, the orgasm erupts suddenly, a shower of watery gush spraying from around the edges of the broodlings body. But the child still doesn’t stop, its movements become quicker and quicker. Before Zoe’s second orgasm has even properly subsided, another one hits her, the pleasure spreading around her hips and down into her thighs. @@.z;Oh@@, cries Zoe. @@.z;Keep going@@, @@.z;keep fucking Mummy@@! The broodling obliges and, before long, Zoe has climaxed again.
By now, her groin is growing acutely sensitive. @@.z;Stop@@! Zoe begs. @@.z;I can@@’@@.z;t take much more@@! With one last shuddering groan, she cums for a fifth and final time. Nearly insensate, Zoe feels her baby broodling release her clit and withdraw itself from her pussy. She reaches between her legs, fumbling about in the sodden sheets until she feels the broodling wrap around her fingers. @@.z;That was amazing@@, she says, bringing it up to her chest. She hugs it to her little tits, nuzzling it with her chin. @@.z;You know how to please Mummy so well@@.
Zoe spends a little more time cuddling with her child before returning it to its siblings in the nest. She bites her lip, pleased that her children have turned out to be such proficient lovers. <</replace>>\<</click>><span id="output"></span><<set $zoesex[0].energylevel -= 1, $zoesex[0].mast += 1, $zoesex[0].org += 5>>
[[Continue|masturbatemenu]].<<if $daytime is 'Morning'>><<set $daytime to 'Afternoon'>><<elseif $daytime is 'Afternoon'>><<set $daytime to 'Evening'>><<elseif $daytime is 'Evening'>><<set $daytime to 'Night'>><</if>><<if $daytime is 'Night'>>It is too late for Zoe to engage in mutational activities. Let her sleep and try again tomorrow.
[[Back|nest]].<<else>>Zoe’s campaign of corruption is progressing smoothly, but she often finds herself wishing there was a way she could keep a closer eye on the members of her family. She feels a need to monitor their activities, when alone or when in each other’s company, without her immediate presence influencing their behaviour. She’s well aware that they all already engage in salacious activities, but it’s not enough to just know it. She wants to watch!
@@.embold;Comprehensive surveillance and communication will be important systems for the future development of our brood@@.
Zoe settles into the nest, letting the evolution pod encase her naked form, confident that her minions will be able to mutate her wishes into something tangible.
@@.embold;We will breed a specialised organism that@@, @@.embold;once placed in a specific area@@, @@.embold;will monitor the movements and behaviours of any life forms present@@. @@.embold;We can also develop apparatus that will allow us to fuse our senses with that of the implanted creature@@, @@.embold;enabling us to gain penetrating insight into life within the wider nest@@.
Not requiring any given assent - save that of Zoe placing herself within its enveloping clutch - the evolution pod prepares to make the necessary changes to Zoe’s body. Five of her broodling children mount her body, ready to sacrifice themselves to enhance the powers of their beloved mother.
@@.embold;We will use our stomach to develop and nurture these new forms@@.
Two of the broodlings pass the twitching orifice and enter the hollow tentacle that plugs Zoe’s mouth, crawling slowly down into the pit of her stomach. She shudders, her throat bulging hideously with the passage of her babies<<if $throat[0].clitstatus is 'active'>>, passage that stimulates a dizzying oral climax<</if>>. Inside the organ, working quickly against the corrosive bite of digestive juices, the broodlings secrete the mutagenic fluids that will transform Zoe’s stomach from hellish acid sack to cosy nursery. Of course, the host's nutritional needs will continue be cared for; in fact, even more efficiently than before. Once complete, the new lining of Zoe’s stomach will fully disassemble and absorb any organic matter it comes into contact with, leaving only infinitesimal traces of waste.
The three remaining broodlings have a more complicated task. They climb up onto their mother’s head, enveloping it in a layer of biomass as they go. Soon her head is completely shrouded, her features masked by a hood of gnarled and rubbery tissue. Two of the broodlings, spent and withered, drop away, while the last balances on the crown of Zoe’s head, becoming a stretchy umbilical connecting the biomass hood and the roof of the nest chamber.
The hood itself continues to develop, replicating the millions upon millions of bioelectrical cells that will contain, transmit and translate the sensory information obtained by any surveillance organisms that Zoe births. To make a connection with the host, countless microscopic tendrils grow from the inside of the hood. Insinuating their way into Zoe’s ears, nose and eyes, the tendrils interface with her cochlea, olfactory membranes and retina. Those delicate connections take time to refine, but the brainworm assists the process, using its familiarity with the host's cortical architecture to ensure the links are strong and of high-fidelity. Thus created, the connections will allow Zoe to jack-in to the visual, auditory and olfactory feeds of her surveillance minions,meaning she will be able to see, hear and smell everything the inhabitants of the nest do.
Hours later, when the evolution pod has finished with her and the surveillance hood is safely tucked away into the roof of the chamber, Zoe steps out of the nest. She notices with interest that she feels alert, her senses much sharper than before. She rubs her hands together in glee, excited for the chance to snoop on her family.
[[Rest up|daypassage2]].<<set $surveilance[0].evo to true, $broodling[1].pop -= 5>><<set $daytime to 'Night'>><<set $broodfull to false>><<set $upgrade to true>><<set $zoe[7].stomach to "No longer filled with digestive fluids, Zoe's stomach has been modified to house the gestating larvae of surveilance organisms.">><<if $throat[0].clitstatus is 'active'>><<set $zoesex[0].org += 1>><</if>><</if>>The hood attaches itself to Zoe's head, its connective tendrils sliding into her ear cannals, nostrils and eye sockets. Soon she's fully connected, ready to recieve sensory data from the surveillance organisms she's planted around the house.<<if $zoesex[0].energylevel eq 0>>
Zoe doesn't have enough energy to access the information she needs.<<elseif $surveilance[0].first is false>>
Zoe has yet to successfully birth and plant any surveillance organisms.<<else>><<if $surveilance[2].zoeroom is true>>
[[Connect to Zoe's room|zoeroomsurveilance]].<</if>><<if $surveilance[2].bathroom is true>>
[[Connect to the bathroom|bathroomsurveilance]].<</if>><</if>>
[[Exit|nest]].<<if $surveilance[1].implant is true>>There is already a broodling gestating inside Zoe's stomach. There's no room for more!
[[Back|nest]].<<else>><<if $broodling[1].pop eq 1>>There are no broodlings in Zoe's nest available for implantation. Have her birth some more and try again
[[Back|nest]].<<else>>Zoe patiently waits while one of her broodlings is implanted directly into her stomach via the orally thrust down her throat. There, over the next few days, it will mature into a highly specialised surveillance organism. <<if $throat[0].clitstatus is 'active'>>Due to her extra sensitive mouth and throat, however, she enjoys the whole experience a great deal. <<set $zoesex[0].org += 1>><</if>>
For full scene click <<click "here">>\<<replace "#output">>: Zoe is eager to start spying on her family, but before she can do that, she needs to breed some surveillance organisms. Grown from broodlings, these specialised creatures can be planted around the house, sticking to and concealing themselves against almost any surface. Her stomach is now especially adapted to provide the necessary environment for a broodling to undergo the transformation into this more advanced form; once planted in that organ, the broodling will take a few days to morph so she’d better get breeding right away!
She settles back into the enveloping mass of her evolution pod, heaving a muffled sigh of contentment as one of its tentacles invades her mouth and penetrates her body all the way to her newly mutated stomach. Caressed in such a way, Zoe feels safe and secure, the pod pulsing in time with her healthy heartbeat.
A single broodling boldly steps up to the plate, offering itself to its mother and the new role she envisions for it. It passes the fleshy threshold plugging her lips, squeezing into her mouth. <<if $throat[0].clithstatus is 'active'>>Zoe’s eyelids flicker as the chubby mass of her baby stretches the tentacular conduit, causing it to rub against the hyper-sensitive insides of her cheeks.<</if>> The broodling crawls onwards, wriggling down into the warm and wet interior of its mother’s stomach<<if $throat[0].clitstatus is 'active'>>, and giving her a violent and body-shaking oesophageal orgasm in the process<</if>>.
Safe and cosy in its new home, the broodling gradually builds a cocoon around its body. Once encased, it drifts into a semi-dormant state, its body beginning to shift and change. In a few days' time the transformation will be complete and it will be time for Zoe to birth her new child, a mature surveillance organism. <</replace>>\<</click>><span id="output"></span>
[[Continue|nest]].<<set $surveilance[1].implant to true, $broodling[1].pop -= 1, $broodfull to false>><</if>><</if>>The bathroom is an obvious location for one of Zoe’s surveillance organisms. Once placed, she will be able to watch her brother showering, giving her an unobstructed view of that delicious looking prick of his. In addition to that, <<if $mollyhome is true>>the room is also used by Molly, now that she’s back from prison. Zoe is looking forward to seeing the greater extent of her physical changes in a more intimate setting.<<else>>the room will probably be used by Molly whenever she gets back home.<</if>>
Zoe can feel the mass of the mature surveillance organism weighing heavily in her stomach. Detecting those first stirrings of internal movement, she crouches down. She heaves, muscles spasming, and she instinctively holds her hands out in front of her mouth. Nothing comes out, but she can feel the creature has shifted higher and is now entering her oesophagus. She heaves again. She’s sweating, perspiration pouring down her forehead and temples, and her eyes are streaming. Another heave and she reaches a hand to her throat, startled to feel the huge bulging mass. She stands on shaky legs and wobbles over to the mirror over the wash basin. Looking at her reflection, she’s shocked to see that bulge protruding like a tumescent lump in her neck. It’s climbing slowly, gradually easing its way higher and higher.
<<if $throat[0].clitstatus is 'active'>>A little more progress and the creature reaches the first few clusters of new nerves in Zoe’s throat. The blast of pleasure, focused so heavily around her neck, shocks Zoe and her knees buckle. She clings to the basin as the creature climbs and the sensation builds, unable to moan for the blockage in her throat. When the orgasm comes it’s just as bone-shaking as ever; as if her cunt and her throat have exchanged places, the spark of pleasure expands outwards, filling the flesh of her neck and shoulders with warm and tingling gratification. It prickles over her scalp and across her face, causing her cheeks to bloom blood red.
She feels the warm sticky mass filling her mouth and then with a great wet plop, it lands in the sink below.<<else>>For a terrified moment Zoe thinks she’s suffocating. She frantically grabs at her throat, as if she can tear the blockage free, but of course she can’t.
@@.embold;Do not panic@@. @@.embold;We can still breathe@@. @@.embold;Our nose@@! @@.embold;Our nose@@.
She tries to calm herself, rallying her senses, and takes deep nasal breaths. Of course she won’t suffocate! She turns her concentration on the task at hand, closing her eyes as she wills her struggling child through its emergence into the world. Braced against the body-wracking spasms of her stomach muscles, she feels the organism slide up and out of her throat. She feels its warm sticky mass filling her mouth and then with a great wet plop, it lands in the sink below.<</if>>
Zoe looks down at the thing in the sink, a squirming and amorphous mass, its flesh turning dazzling white as it attempts to hide against the china of the basin.
@@.z;Hello@@, @@.z;baby@@, she whispers. @@.z;Welcome to your new home@@.
She reaches into the sink and delicately scoops her baby out, delighted at the feel of it slipping and sliding over her fingers.
@@.z;Wherever shall I put you@@? Zoe looks around the room.
@@.embold;The shower@@?
Well, considering she wants to watch her brother wash, that would be the obvious place, wouldn’t it? She carefully steps into the cubicle and looks up at the ceiling overhead, at the masked light and the slatted cover of the extractor fan. @@.z;<i>Damn</i>@@, thinks Zoe. @@.z;<i>It</i>@@’@@.z;<i>s too high</i>@@! There’s no way she can climb, not with the tiled sides of the cubicle still wet from previous use.
She glances down at the thing in her hands and an idea forms in her mind. Looking up, she squints, judging the distance. @@.z;One@@, @@.z;two@@, @@.z;three@@! Zoe hurls the surveillance organism straight up into the air where it hits the ceiling with a satisfying splat. It starts to droop, part of its body dripping back down, so Zoe readies her hands to catch it. But no, the creature appears to have enough sufficient purchase against the edge of the light fitting to haul the rest of itself back up. Zoe watches in proud admiration as her baby spreads out across the ceiling, merging slowly with the white ceiling until it is no longer visible. The effect is impressive; its chameleon flesh has even replicated a few spots of mould!
Satisfied with her work, Zoe leaves her child to its own devices. She’ll be able to spy on this room now.
[[Continue|bathroom2]].<<set $surveilance[1].implant to false, $surveilance[1].gestate to 0, $surveilance[2].bathroom to true>><<set $surveilance[1].pop += 1, $birthcount[0].zoe += 1>><<if $throat[0].clitstatus is 'active'>><<set $zoesex[0].org += 1>><</if>><<if (($day is 'Monday') and ($daytime is 'Morning')) or (($day is 'Thursday') and ($daytime is 'Morning'))>>Zoe’s senses quickly attune to those of the organism she planted in the bathroom. She feels the warm humidity of the air and can hear the rushing swoosh of water. Her vision penetrates the shroud of water vapour and reveals the skinny figure of her brother in the cubicle below.
Ben is scrubbing at his body with his hands. Zoe can smell the rich perfumed scent of the lathered shower cream he’s rubbing over his skin. He bends over to wash his legs, giving her an eyeful of his pale arse. @@.z;<i>God</i>@@, thinks Zoe. @@.z;<i>He</i>@@’@@.z;<i>s so skinny</i>@@!
He turns slowly round, showing Zoe what she really wants to see: the great big rod dangling between his legs. He rubs some shower cream into the pubic hair around his balls, causing his cock to flop from side to side. God, it looks so tasty, big, thick and meaty. Zoe imagines wrapping her fingers around its impressive girth, watching her brother sigh in appreciation as she slowly pulls him off towards climax. @@.z;<i>Touch it for me</i>@@, she wills, hoping her own lust will somehow infect him, but her brother seems to be content with cleanliness alone. It looks like she’ll have to settle for a much more chaste performance than she was hoping for. She thinks back to the time she forced him to toss himself off in front of her, wondering when she might get another opportunity to reprise that situation.
@@.embold;If we keep working on him@@, @@.embold;he@@’@@.embold;ll become more and more malleable@@.
@@.z;<i>But I want to see him do it now</i>@@!
@@.embold;We require patience@@. @@.embold;Develop a more sophisticated surveillance network and you may be able to influence your subjects@@.
Zoe watches as her brother switches off the shower and steps out of the cubicle. He whistles as he towels himself down. Then, after wrapping the towel around his skinny waist, he switches off the light and leaves the bathroom, plunging Zoe into darkness. She waits for a few moments, listening to the whir of the extractor fan and the steady drip drip of the leaky showerhead and then severs the connection.
[[Back|surveymenu]].<<if $daytime is 'Morning'>><<set $daytime to 'Afternoon'>><<elseif $daytime is 'Afternoon'>><<set $daytime to 'Evening'>><<elseif $daytime is 'Evening'>><<set $daytime to 'Night'>><</if>><<set $zoesex[0].energylevel -= 1, $zoesex[0].vouyerisms += 1>><<else>>Surveying the bathroom through the senses of the surveillance organism, Zoe quickly realises that the room is unoccupied. She should find out exactly when Ben showers and try again then.
[[Back|surveymenu]].<</if>>Zoe wakes up in the morning with a strange feeling in her stomach. While not unpleasant, it’s not particularly comfortable, as if there’s something sloshing and shifting about inside her. She hauls herself out of bed, carefully cradling her broodling bump with one hand while rubbing at her chest with the other. @@.z;<i>What</i>@@’@@.z;<i>s going on</i>@@? she wonders.
@@.embold;A new form is ready to emerge from our body@@.
Of course! Zoe recalls the broodling she took into her stomach but a few days ago, realising that she'd pretty much forgotten about it all. She bites her lip and fluffs her hair, excited to greet her newly matured child. But how to bring it out into the world? There are no contractions like there are when she births her broodlings, just that odd sensation of fullness and a tingling at the base of her throat.
@@.embold;There is a way to connect more intimately with the thing inside you@@. @@.embold;Quickly@@, @@.embold;into the nest@@.
Zoe opens the cupboard door, immediately noticing the bizarre shape of the hood dangling by its umbilical from the roof of the nest. Knowing exactly what to do, she takes it in both hands and sits back, pulling it slowly over her head. She feels a tickling and itching as the grasping tendrils on the inside of the hood insinuate their way back into her skull, reconnecting with her nervous system through her eyes, ears and nose. There’s an uncanny feeling of transition, a subtle shift. She can still feel the biomass at the base of her nest, warped to accommodate her wide-hipped form, but she’s losing it, the sensation gradually slipping away to be replaced by something else, something inexplicable ...
… her vision, blotted by darkness, tells her nothing, but she can hear and even feel a steady thu-thump, thu-thump, thu-thump, loud and all-encompassing. She can feel that this place, wherever she is, is wet and dark. It’s warm, very warm, the air humid and stifling. The smell too is terrible, rich and foetid. Wherever this is, she wants to get out right away. With no apparent control, she feels herself move, a slipping and sliding motion. Upwards? The passage grows restricted and Zoe battles with a building sense of claustrophobia as she feels herself squeezed and constricted by a powerful grasp. Despite that, the motion continues, definitely oriented upwards. The thu-thumping, falling behind, gets quieter and softer. There’s light up ahead, not much, but there’s something brightening the space around her. The world lurches violently and she can hear a terrible strangled rasping. There! An opening in the darkness surrounding her. She feels herself surge forward, body dragged over hard edges that dig into her flesh, emerging into bright and dazzling light. Down she tumbles, down and down into waiting hands. Hands? Her point of view spins around dizzyingly and then she’s looking at a figure, a human figure, mouth gaping and dripping drool, its head obscured from the nose upwards by a ghastly fleshy hood. Wait a minute! She realises with a jolt just who she’s looking at. It’s Zoe! It’s her! The vision fades, replaced slowly with darkness …
Zoe feels the suffocating clamp of the hood relax and slowly the assemblage is lifted from her. She shakes her head in disbelief, still reeling from the weirdness of it all. She feels wet and weighty movement in her hands and looks down. There, cupped in both hands, is a gelatinous thing of indeterminate shape. Roiling like liquid flesh, its surface flickers through a range of colours and patterns, reminding her of the octopus at the city aquarium. A tumescent lump forms in the flesh, building into a spherical mass that looks strangely like an eyeball. It blinks, rolls, and then melts away again.
Zoe stands, juggling the flowing form from palm to palm@@.z;<i>What the hell is this</i>@@?
@@.embold;Do not be alarmed@@. @@.embold;Our new baby might look strange but we@@’@@.embold;ll find it extraordinarily useful@@. @@.embold;Perhaps this first born can watch over our nest@@.
Zoe nods, still perturbed by the strangeness of the thing she has created, so markedly different from the broodlings she is used to! She looks about her room, wondering where might be the best place to leave it. Her eye stops at the patch of wall between the top of the cupboard and the ceiling. Placed there, the creature would have a broad view of the room, covering both the window and the door. She grabs a chair to stand on and lifts the new creature carefully towards its new home, watching in amazement as it flows out of her grasp. It sticks to the wall, spreading like liquid until it is almost totally flat. With shocking speed, its colour shifts until it is all but invisible.
@@.embold;Excellent@@. @@.embold;Activity in this room can now be monitored directly@@. @@.embold;Be sure to create more creatures like this one@@, @@.embold;and plant them in the other rooms of the house@@.
Zoe looks uncertainly at the wall above the cupboard. There’s no sign of the creature, but she knows it’s there. She needs to remember that, even if she finds its form unsavoury, she’s still its mother. She reaches up to touch it, gasping as the wall suddenly shifts and recoils from her touch. @@.z;Sorry@@, @@.z;darling@@, she whispers. @@.z;Now you watch over Mummy@@’@@.z;s nest@@. @@.z;Make sure to let me know if you see anything strange@@.
[[Continue|zoeroom2]].<<set $surveilance[1].implant to false, $surveilance[1].gestate to 0, $surveilance[2].zoeroom to true>><<set $surveilance[1].pop += 1, $birthcount[0].zoe += 1, $surveilance[0].first to true>><font size="5"><u>The Surveillance Organism</u></font>
The surveillance organism is a specialised broodform evolved to act as part of a distributed network of sensory organs that a broodmother can use to ensure that her nest is guarded and secure. Resembling an amorphous mass of shifting biomass, the surveillance organism is physically versatile, able to change shape and surface texture at will. An outer layer of colour shifting chromatophores enable it to camouflage itself against any required space.
The body of the surveillance organism, as well as being capable of rapid shifts in colour and texture, can also grow any number and combination of sensory arrays. In addition to photosensitive cells, olfactory and aural membranes, the organism can also form organs to detect changes in temperature, humidity and air pressure. Information gleaned from these arrays is encoded and transmitted back to a central hub, often located in the broodmother’s main nest. She can then, using an assemblage especially grown and modified to fuse with her own sensory and cognitive apparatus, access the feed of any surveillance organism she has implanted. The feed can be scanned or accessed in real time.
A powerful and experienced broodmother who has cultivated a widespread network of surveillance organisms may choose to develop the nodes in the suite with more specialised abilities and roles. Such developments may include the incorporation of defensive systems, such hives of swarming attack forms or sacs of chemical deterrents, or systems geared towards more domestic manipulation. This latter category includes mutations such as pheromone emitters or command and control relays.
A surveillance organism is evolved directly from a basic broodling, the larval growth of which is often housed inside the body broodmother herself.
<<back>>Zoe’s feels a strange buzzing sensation in her head and a tingling spreads across her scalp. Her vision, blanketed in the dark of the enveloping hood, slowly clears. Moments later, she finds herself looking down into her bedroom from a raised perspective.
The view is uncannily clear, of a greater clarity than she’s ever experienced. The colours are sharp and the shapes of objects appear in such definition. The sound is incredible too. She can hear the creaking shifts of the house, not to mention the rustling of the trees outside in the garden and the sounds of her family moving about in the other rooms.
Still, there’s only so long she can spend inspecting in close detail a room she already knows so well. She withdraws from the scene, deeply impressed with the skills of her new babies. She’s also pleased with herself, proud that such skillful creatures were grown and nourished inside her own body.
[[Back|surveymenu]].<<if $daytime is 'Morning'>><<set $daytime to 'Afternoon'>><<elseif $daytime is 'Afternoon'>><<set $daytime to 'Evening'>><<elseif $daytime is 'Evening'>><<set $daytime to 'Night'>><</if>><<set $zoesex[0].energylevel -= 1>>Zoe sits down at her desk and boots up her laptop.
After a few moments it’s loaded up and ready to go.
What will Zoe do?
[[Browse|webbrowse2]].
[[Shop|webshop2]].
[[Shutdown|zoeroom2]].There's nothing Zoe needs to know right now and she's got better things to do than to mindless surf the net.
[[Exit|laptopscreen2]].The webshop currentlyhas no items Zoe needs.
[[Exit|laptopscreen2]].When Zoe approaches Rocket he he looks up at her, his eyes bright. She gives him a scratch between his ears.
[[Feed him some wombslime|rockettongue]].<<if $rocketblow is true>><<if $daytime is 'Night'>>
[[Suck on Rocket's cock|rocketblow]].<<else>><</if>><</if>>
[[Back|livingroom2]].<<if ($day is 'Saturday') and ($daytime is 'Afternoon')>>As she nears the bottom of the stairs, Zoe can hear that there’s already somebody down in the cellar.
@@.z;<i>Damn</i>@@! she thinks frustratedly. @@.z;<i>Who could it be</i>@@?
Behind her, Rocket pokes his nose between her legs insistently, causing Zoe to tumble forwards. She just manages to stop herself falling, stumbling down the last few steps and into the cellar.
Helen, crouching in front of the washing machine, looks back in alarm, a hand on her chest. @@.h;Zoe@@! she exclaims. @@.h;You scared the life out of me@@! @@.h;What are you doing@@?
@@.z;Uh@@, @@.z;I tripped@@, says Zoe, turning and scowling at Rocket, who just looks at her, tail wagging and tongue lolling.
@@.h;Hmm@@. Helen bundles the last of the laundry from the basket beside her into the washing machine and slams the door closed. @@.h;I thought you@@’@@.h;d come to help with the laundry@@. She thumbs a couple of buttons and moments later the machine begins to slosh and hiss as the drum fills up with water. @@.h;Is that Rocket with you@@? @@.h;What@@’@@.h;s he doing following you down here@@?
The dog is now sniffing at Zoe’s crotch with increasing demand, his tail wagging furiously. She attempts to push him away, her cheeks blazing.
@@.h;Is he acting up again@@?
@@.z;He@@’@@.z;s fine@@, says Zoe as breezily as possible.
@@.h;Are you sure@@? @@.h;He seems bothered by something@@.
@@.z;I think he just needs a walk@@.
Zoe turns to head back up into the kitchen. @@.z;<i>Damn</i>@@! she thinks, grinding her teeth. She’d been looking forward to that.
If only she could somehow get her mother involved somehow, show her that Rocket could be more than just a pet. Zoe shakes her head, knowing that she’s got some way to go before she can even think about educating her mother in the ways of interspecies intimacy.
@@.z;Sorry@@, @@.z;little guy@@, she says when they’re back up in the kitchen. @@.z;We@@’@@.z;re going to have to wait@@. She scratches his ears and leaves him looking somewhat confused.
[[Continue|livingroom2]].<<else>>Zoe creeps down the last few steps into the cellar, desperately hoping there’s nobody there. It seems that she’s in luck - the coast is clear! That’s a good job, because not only is she a bundle of nervous desire, but Rocket is getting increasingly invasive, as if he knows what’s coming his way. He keeps poking his snout between her legs and jumping up at her, his big slobbery tongue flopping from the side of his mouth.
The pile of blankets Zoe has been using as support are still over by the wall, so she heads over, wriggling out of her leggings and knickers and leaving them twisted around one ankle. She grabs Rocket’s collar, holding him back while with her other hand she rubs her pussy, <<if $wombwormloc is 'ass'>> scraping slime between her bum cheeks and smearing it up and over her labia.<<else>>massaging her labia until the slime is flowing liberally.<</if>> When she feels sufficiently coated, she braces herself and lets go of the dog’s collar.
Rocket rushes forwards and immediately starts tonguing at her, lapping at her slime-slickened cunt. Zoe closes her eyes, luxuriating in the feeling of the animal’s boisterous tongue on her most intimate of organs. Rocket, judging by his avid attention, is unperturbed he’s no longer getting his usual helping of peanut butter, but something much stranger instead. Whatever the case, he’s licking up the slime at an impressive pace, making sure to reach every last smear. Zoe shuffles down, lifting her knees and giggling as Rocket’s tongue flickers across her the sensitive skin of her perineum. She reaches down and spreads her hairy pussy wide, exposing her throbbing clit to further stimulation. Rocket’s attention, however, appears to be waning, his licks becoming less frantic as he gobbles up the last traces of tasty slime.
Concentrates hard, Zoe wills the worm in her <<if $wombwormloc is 'ass'>>gut<<else>>womb<</if>> to slime more quickly. She’s so close to cumming, just a little bit more.
@@.embold;We will need to expend a lot of energy to generate fresh liquid so rapidly@@. @@.embold;Are you sure this is worth it@@.
@@.z;YES@@, Zoe cries out. Almost straight away, Zoe feels something give way inside her. As if a damn has been broken, she begins to gush torrentially, slime pouring from her <<if $wombwormloc is 'ass'>>arsehole<<else>>vagina<</if>>. Zoe groans in ecstasy as Rocket’s tonguing returns to its previous level of intensity. She squirms as his fleshy tongue slops around her groin, the rough texture tickling her anus and pussyhole. @@.z;Almost there@@, she manages to say through gritted teeth. She stretches her pussy lips wider still, thrusting her crotch forward in effort to bring her blossoming orgasm to its final fruition.
@@.z;Good boy@@! she cries in encouragement. @@.z;You@@’@@.z;re such a good boy@@!
A couple more lashes of the beast’s tongue and Zoe orgasms hard, her body shuddering. Groaning in bliss, she squeezes her thighs together, causing Rocket to focus his sloppy attention around her arsehole. @@.z;OH FUCK@@! squeals Zoe, as the muscles in her pelvis tighten in response. The orgasm peaks in an almighty fountain of slime that sprays up into the air, only to patter down in a messy rain upon her thighs and belly.
Exhausted, Zoe lies back, breathing heavily as Rocket laps up the last of the goo. She can hardly move, but manages to stroke the animal’s flank lovingly as he licks the mess from her thighs. @@.z;I wish I could return the favour@@, she mutters dreamily as she eyes the space between Rocket’s legs. Without his balls, however, Zoe doubts that Rocket registered that what just took place as a sexual experience. Just a strangely administered, but nonetheless tasty, meal. Still, the thought of wrapping her lips around a doggy cock is becoming increasingly prevalent in Zoe’s thoughts.
His appetite sated, Rocket slinks off, no doubt returning to his basket to sleep off his gluttonous excesses. Zoe scrambles to her feet and uses the blanket to wipe away the worst of the mess. Rocket’s table manners certainly leave a lot to be desired!
[[Continue|livingroom2]].<<set $rocketstat[0].mut1 += 1>><<set $rocketstat[1].stage to '4'>><<set $zoesex[0].beast += 1, $zoesex[0].org += 1, $zoesex[0].pusseat2 += 1>><<if $daytime is 'Morning'>><<set $daytime to 'Afternoon'>><<elseif $daytime is 'Afternoon'>><<set $daytime to 'Evening'>><<elseif $daytime is 'Evening'>><<set $daytime to 'Night'>><</if>><</if>><<if $zoesex[0].energylevel lt 2>>Zoe doesn't have enough energy to generate the slime required to meet Rocket's greedy appetites.
[[Back|rocketsexmenu2]].<<else>>Zoe spends some with Rocket, feeding him her very own wombslime. He seems to find it exceptionally delicious, eating it up and giving her plenty of pleasure in the process.
For full scene click <<click "here">>\<<replace "#output">>: Zoe creeps down the last few steps into the cellar, desperately hoping there’s nobody there. It seems that she’s in luck - the coast is clear! That’s a good job, because not only is she a bundle of nervous desire, but Rocket is getting increasingly invasive, as if he knows what’s coming his way. He keeps poking his snout between her legs and jumping up at her, his big slobbery tongue flopping from the side of his mouth.
The pile of blankets Zoe has been using as support are still over by the wall, so she heads over, wriggling out of her leggings and knickers and leaving them twisted around one ankle. She grabs Rocket’s collar, holding him back while with her other hand she rubs her pussy, <<if $wombwormloc is 'ass'>> scraping slime between her bum cheeks and smearing it up and over her labia.<<else>>massaging her labia until the slime is flowing liberally.<</if>> When she feels sufficiently coated, she braces herself and lets go of the dog’s collar.
Rocket rushes forwards and immediately starts tonguing at her, lapping at her slime-slickened cunt. Zoe closes her eyes, luxuriating in the feeling of the animal’s boisterous tongue on her most intimate of organs. Rocket, judging by his avid attention, is unperturbed he’s no longer getting his usual helping of peanut butter, but something much stranger instead. Whatever the case, he’s licking up the slime at an impressive pace, making sure to reach every last smear. Zoe shuffles down, lifting her knees and giggling as Rocket’s tongue flickers across her the sensitive skin of her perineum. She reaches down and spreads her hairy pussy wide, exposing her throbbing clit to further stimulation. Rocket’s attention, however, appears to be waning, his licks becoming less frantic as he gobbles up the last traces of tasty slime.
Concentrates hard, Zoe wills the worm in her <<if $wombwormloc is 'ass'>>gut<<else>>womb<</if>> to slime more quickly. She’s so close to cumming, just a little bit more.
@@.embold;We will need to expend a lot of energy to generate fresh liquid so rapidly@@. @@.embold;Are you sure this is worth it@@.
@@.z;YES@@, Zoe cries out. Almost straight away, Zoe feels something give way inside her. As if a damn has been broken, she begins to gush torrentially, slime pouring from her <<if $wombwormloc is 'ass'>>arsehole<<else>>vagina<</if>>. Zoe groans in ecstasy as Rocket’s tonguing returns to its previous level of intensity. She squirms as his fleshy tongue slops around her groin, the rough texture tickling her anus and pussyhole. @@.z;Almost there@@, she manages to say through gritted teeth. She stretches her pussy lips wider still, thrusting her crotch forward in effort to bring her blossoming orgasm to its final fruition.
@@.z;Good boy@@! she cries in encouragement. @@.z;You@@’@@.z;re such a good boy@@!
A couple more lashes of the beast’s tongue and Zoe orgasms hard, her body shuddering. Groaning in bliss, she squeezes her thighs together, causing Rocket to focus his sloppy attention around her arsehole. @@.z;OH FUCK@@! squeals Zoe, as the muscles in her pelvis tighten in response. The orgasm peaks in an almighty fountain of slime that sprays up into the air, only to patter down in a messy rain upon her thighs and belly.
Exhausted, Zoe lies back, breathing heavily as Rocket laps up the last of the goo. She can hardly move, but manages to stroke the animal’s flank lovingly as he licks the mess from her thighs. @@.z;I wish I could return the favour@@, she mutters dreamily as she eyes the space between Rocket’s legs. Without his balls, however, Zoe doubts that Rocket registered that what just took place as a sexual experience. Just a strangely administered, but nonetheless tasty, meal. Still, the thought of wrapping her lips around a doggy cock is becoming increasingly prevalent in Zoe’s thoughts.
His appetite sated, Rocket slinks off, no doubt returning to his basket to sleep off his gluttonous excesses. Zoe scrambles to her feet and uses the blanket to wipe away the worst of the mess. Rocket’s table manners certainly leave a lot to be desired! <</replace>>\<</click>><span id="output"></span><<set $zoesex[0].beast += 1, $zoesex[0].org += 1, $zoesex[0].energylevel -= 2, $zoesex[0].pusseat2 += 1>><<if $daytime is 'Morning'>><<set $daytime to 'Afternoon'>><<elseif $daytime is 'Afternoon'>><<set $daytime to 'Evening'>><<elseif $daytime is 'Evening'>><<set $daytime to 'Night'>><</if>>
[[Continue|livingroom2]].<<set $rocketstat[0].mut1 += 1>><<if $rocketstat[0].mut1 eq 3>><<set $rocketstat[1].stage to '5'>><</if>><</if>>Rocket, unsurprisingly, is very happy to see Zoe. She crouches down, minding she doesn’t give Rocket too direct a route to her groin. It seems that he’s getting a bit too used to repeated offerings of her tasty pussy; she needs to make sure that he doesn’t get too undisciplined. Zoe’s noticed that he gets increasingly overexcited, especially when she’s around and, while Helen hasn’t said anything yet, she’s definitely noticed. Still, Zoe’s delighted at the progress she’s made with him, not to mention the orgasms he’s been giving her. She shivers at the thought. What would her friends say to her if they knew what she was getting up to? Innocent little Zoe, letting herself get eaten out by a dog!
She starts to rub the animal’s belly. @@.z;Who@@’@@.z;s a good boy@@? she says in a baby voice. @@.z;Who@@’@@.z;s my best boy@@? Rocket lies back, paws in the air, clearly loving the attention. @@.z;You like tummy rubs@@, @@.z;don@@’@@.z;t you@@? @@.z;Yes@@, @@.z;you do@@!
Zoe, without really thinking, starts to rub lower down, her hand brushing against the furry sheath of Rocket’s pecker. She realises what she’s doing, but doesn’t stop. @@.z;Poor Rocket man@@, she croons. @@.z;If you had your balls@@, @@.z;we might be able play some even better games@@. But then she sees it, a little red point poking out from the fur. @@.z;<i>Is that</i>@@? @@.z;<i>No</i>@@, @@.z;<i>It can</i>@@’@@.z;<i>t be</i>@@! Tentatively, she pokes it with a finger, feeling the hardness. @@.z;Impossible@@! she breathes, suddenly excited.
@@.embold;Such things are never impossible@@, intones the voice in her head, sounding just a little bit smug. @@.z;Organic matter is never inert@@, @@.z;always malleable@@.
Zoe watches in amazement as Rocket’s cock continues to expand, now poking at least 4 inches from its sheath. She feels her heart flutter; this is exactly what she wants! She gazes at the dark red rod, longing to touch it, taste it. It’s thick and pointed, covered with a mass of dark pulsing veins. @@.z;<i>That</i>@@’@@.z;<i>s not normal</i>@@, she thinks. But then again, she could hardly call anything that’s happened in the last few days normal, can she? Compared to her new daily life, the fact that Rocket’s now able to sport a great turgid erection, despite having no testicles, is almost pedestrian in its normalcy. Her lips pout involuntarily, begging to be wrapped around that juicy looking canine tool. <<if ($day is 'Monday') and ($daytime is 'Afternoon')>>
@@.h;Is everything OK over there@@? says Helen from the sofa.
@@.z;Yeah@@, @@.z;course@@, replies Zoe. She turns to see her mother watching her, her expression concerned.
@@.h;Have you noticed that Rocket has been acting a bit strangely recently@@?
Zoe gulps but forces herself to remain composed. @@.z;I@@’@@.z;ve not noticed a thing@@, she lies. @@.z;What do you mean by strange@@?
@@.h;Well@@, @@.h;you know@@ … Zoe notices that her mother is ever so slightly flushed … @@.h;he seems a little@@ … @@.h;excitable@@.
Stealing a quick glance down at Rocket’s bulging member, Zoe shakes her head. @@.z;I just think he needs a little more attention@@.
@@.h;Hmmm@@. She doesn’t seem convinced.
@@.z;Don@@’@@.z;t worry@@, @@.z;Mum@@, says Zoe cheerfully, placing her hand gently against Rocket’s now quivering prick. @@.z;I@@’@@.z;ll keep a close eye on him@@.
@@.h;OK@@, @@.h;darling@@, says Helen. @@.h;He@@’@@.h;s due a check-up soon anyway@@, @@.h;I think@@. She turns back to the television.
@@.z;<i>He most definitely is</i>@@.<<elseif ($day is 'Tuesday') and ($daytime is 'Afternoon')>>
@@.j;Goodness gracious me@@!
Zoe whirls around to find her grandmother standing behind her, her hand over her mouth and her eyes wide. @@.z;<i>Oh shit</i>@@!
@@.j;Is that@@ …
Zoe needs to get this situation under control, and fast! @@.z;It@@’@@.z;s Rocket@@’@@.z;s penis@@.
@@.j;Yes@@, @@.j;well@@, @@.j;I can see that@@! @@.j;But isn@@’@@.j;t he@@ … she mimes a snipping motion with her fingers.
@@.z;Neutered@@? @@.z;Yes@@, @@.z;he is@@.
@@.j;Then how is he managing that@@?
@@.z;I don@@’@@.z;t really know@@, says Zoe. @@.z;I was just rubbing his belly and it popped out@@.
Joan cranes her head forward, peering at the dog’s member. @@.j;I don@@’@@.j;t think I@@’@@.j;ve ever seen one before@@. @@.j;It looks so strange@@, @@.j;almost human@@, @@.j;but not quite@@.
Zoe, distracted by her grandmother, doesn’t notice her fingers drifting towards the tool.
@@.j;Oh@@, @@.j;Zoe@@! @@.j;Don@@’@@.j;t touch it@@!
She snaps out of it, whipping her hand back. @@.z;Come on@@, @@.z;Grandma@@. @@.z;Let@@’@@.z;s leave the poor thing alone@@.
@@.j;Are you sure he@@’@@.j;s OK@@, says Joan as Zoe walks her back towards the sofa.
@@.z;Yes@@, @@.z;of course he is@@. @@.z;A little too fine@@, @@.z;maybe@@. She gets Joan settled back on the sofa and then surreptitiously returns to Rocket.<<elseif ($day is 'Tuesday') and ($daytime is 'Evening')>>
@@.h;Is everything OK over there@@? says Helen from the sofa.
@@.z;Yeah@@, @@.z;course@@, replies Zoe. She turns to see her mother watching her, her expression concerned.
@@.h;Have you noticed that Rocket has been acting a bit strangely recently@@?
Zoe gulps but forces herself to remain composed. @@.z;I@@’@@.z;ve not noticed a thing@@, she lies. @@.z;What do you mean by strange@@?
@@.h;Well@@, @@.h;you know@@ … Zoe notices that her mother is ever so slightly flushed … @@.h;he seems a little@@ … @@.h;excitable@@.
Stealing a quick glance down at Rocket’s bulging member, Zoe shakes her head. @@.z;I just think he needs a little more attention@@.
@@.h;Hmmm@@. She doesn’t seem convinced.
@@.z;Don@@’@@.z;t worry@@, @@.z;Mum@@, says Zoe cheerfully, placing her hand gently against Rocket’s now quivering prick. @@.z;I@@’@@.z;ll keep a close eye on him@@.
@@.h;OK@@, @@.h;darling@@, says Helen. @@.h;He@@’@@.h;s due a check-up soon anyway@@, @@.h;I think@@. She turns back to the television.
@@.z;<i>He most definitely is</i>@@.<<elseif ($day is 'Tuesday') and ($daytime is 'Night')>>
Zoe turns a looks at her brother. He’s not really paying any heed to her or the dog, his attention flickering between his phone and the wrestling on the television.
Zoe begins to wonder what it might take to make Ben notice her. Perhaps if she were to start sucking Rocket right now. Getting to watch his slutty sister deprave herself with the dog; that might draw him out of his digital tunnel vision.
There’s something Zoe finds very appealing about that particular thought. Feeling her brother’s lusty gaze on her as she filled her mouth with doggy cock. He’d probably get so horny watching that he’d have to start pulling himself off right there.
@@.embold;Keep working on him and our fantasy might well become reality@@.
Zoe continues stroking Rocket’s belly while she rubs her breasts slowly with her other hand.<<elseif ($day is 'Saturday') and ($daytime is 'Evening')>>
Zoe is aware that her mother and grandmother are in the room. She can hear the clink of their wine glasses and the easy mirth of their conversation.
What would they do if they knew their sweet little daughter, or granddaughter, was hoping for a chance to dine on a dog’s dick? Zoe closes her eyes, imagining a day in the near future where she’ll be able to invite them to join her. Perhaps Zoe can milk Rocket, fill their glasses with canine cum instead of wine. That would certainly add a twist to the evening.
Zoe runs the tip of her finger along the dog’s pecker, feeling the bumps of those throbbing veins, and then brings it up to her mouth. She sucks her fingertip, wondering at that ever so slightly salty taste. She quickly shakes her head, stunned at her own depravity.
She looks back towards the happy pair, watching her mother knock back her glass of wine. Her face is already flushed with merriment; perhaps after a few more glasses she might deign to join her …
@@.embold;Soon@@! @@.embold;Enthusiasm is essential@@, @@.embold;but we mustn@@’@@.embold;t rush progress@@!<<else>><</if>><<if $daytime is 'Night'>>Zoe takes a long, hard look at Rocket’s prick, imagining the feel of it in her mouth, the taste of its wet and solid-looking girth. He looks at her, and she swears she can see the desire in his dark, glistening eyes.
[[Go for it|rocketblowfirst]]!<<set $rocketready to true>><<else>>
Zoe will need to be careful. Even if she were to take him down into the cellar, getting caught sucking off the dog by a member of her family would not be ideal, not yet, at least. Perhaps if she were to come back at night?
Zoe takes a long, hard look at Rocket’s prick, imagining the feel of it in her mouth, the taste of its wet and solid-looking girth. @@.z;I@@’@@.z;ll be back later@@, @@.z;Rocket man@@, she whispers, giving his prick one last stroke. He looks at her, and she swears she can see the desire in his dark, glistening eyes.
[[Continue|livingroom2]].<</if>><<set $rocketstat[1].stage to '6'>><<if $zoesex[0].energylevel eq 0>>Zoe is going to need a bit more energy if she's planning on getting sexy with Rocket.
[[Back|livingroom2]].<<elseif ($daytime is 'Morning') or ($daytime is 'Afternoon') or ($daytime is 'Evening')>>Zoe doesn't want to get caught blowing the pooch. If she comes back at night she can tuck in without the fear of getting caught.
[[Back|livingroom2]].<<else>>Zoe greedily engages in her new favourite hobby: blowing the dog. She sucks Rocket's canine prick until he cums right into her mouth. It's a big load, and she doesn't let a single drop go to waste.
For full scene click <<click "here">>\<<replace "#output">>: Ever since the first time she sucked him, Zoe can’t stop thinking about Rocket and his delicious cock. She finds herself thinking about it at almost every opportunity, straining to get a surreptitious look at it. Well, here she is, ready to go again. She takes a hold of the big meaty tool and flicks her tongue back and forth across the tip. She was made for this!
Zoe attacks Rocket’s cock with aplomb. No longer content with the tip along, she runs her tongue up and down the whole length, feeling the bumps of those now turgid veins. She’s getting wet herself, and can’t help but slide a hand down her panties as she continues tonguing. <<if $throat[0].clitstatus is 'active'>>The mutated nerves in her tongue tingle, forming a second locus of growing pleasure.<</if>> The taste doesn’t bother her at all now and she eagerly licks up every squirt of the thick fluid that pumps gently from Rocket’s tool.
Zoe wraps her lips around the tip and before she can think what she’s doing, she’s taken the dog’s cock right into her mouth. <<if $throat[0].clitstatus is 'active'>>The nerves in her mouth ignite and she moans, her voice humming around the doggy cock.<</if>>Slurping messily, she bobs her head up and down, spit and Rocket’s bitter juices drooling down her chin. She comes up for air and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.
@@.embold;How does it feel@@, @@.embold;slut@@?
@@.z;I love it@@, says Zoe, grinning devilishly. @@.z;I fucking love it@@. She plunges back down, taking Rocket’s cock back into her mouth. She pushes two fingers into her cunt, fucking herself in time with her sucking. She lifts her head and sticks out her tongue, flapping Rocket’s hard cock against it. She licks all the way down to the knot, loving the throbbing heat she finds there. A spurt of goo splats onto her cheek. She wipes it off and sucks the substance from her fingers. @@.z;<i>Delicious</i>@@!
She lies back on the floor, desiring greater comfort. Rocket, watching her closely, stands, his drool-slickened prick quivering below. @@.z;Come over here@@, @@.z;boy@@, she whispers. @@.z;I want to carry on sucking you@@.
Zoe shuffles about, simultaneously lifting one of Rocket’s back legs and sliding underneath him. She licks her lips, eying the cock that sways just millimetres away from her mouth.
@@.z;Come here@@, she says, placing her hands on the dog’s rump and pushing him gently forwards. His cock slides between her ready lips and she opens her mouth wide, savouring the taste. She sucks hard, gagging herself as her lips kiss Rocket’s bulbous knot. She can feel the tip poking the back of her throat <<if $throat[0].clitstatus is 'active'>>and the pressure almost brings her to oral climax right there.<<else>>bringing tears to her eyes.<</if>> She rubs her pussy, desperate for the release of orgasm.
Rocket is panting loudly and before long he’s thrusting his hips, fucking Zoe’s mouth like a bitch’s pussy. <<if $throat[0].clitstatus is 'active'>>That’s too much sensation for Zoe to take, and after only a few seconds of the rampant thrusting, she comes hard, the muscles of her throat contacting and her mouth filling with sticky saliva. At the same time, she brings herself to clitoral orgasm.<<else>>She rubs her cunt faster and faster, bringing herself closer to orgasm. Cumming hard, she jams Rocket’s cock right to the back of her throat, gargling noisily.<</if>> Moaning in pleasure, the sound muffled by dog cock, Zoe feels a sudden burst of heat in her mouth. With Rocket whining above her, Zoe feels her mouth fill with hot sticky fluid. Unable to take any more, she pulls back, getting a blast of canine semen right in her face. She swallows the load in her mouth, shuddering at the bitterness.
Exhausted, Zoe lies back, feeling the liquid cooling on her face. She wipes it off and slurps it from her fingers. It might taste odd, but it seems she can’t get enough of it. Fresh drops drip from Rocket’s cock and she opens her mouth wide, catching each of them on her tongue. Satisfied, she wiggles out from underneath him.
@@.z;How was that@@, @@.z;boy@@? she says, stroking his side. @@.z;I think you liked it@@. She rubs his belly, fondling his rapidly shrinking cock. @@.z;I certainly enjoyed myself@@.
@@.embold;See@@, @@.embold;that wasn@@’@@.embold;t so hard@@, @@.embold;was it@@?
Rocket, apparently satisfied, lopes back to his basket. He lies down, snuffling peacefully. Zoe stands, congratulating herself on a job well done. She’ll definitely be doing that again soon! <</replace>>\<</click>><span id="output"></span>
[[Continue|rocketsexmenu2]].<<if $throat[0].clitstatus is 'active'>><<set $zoesex[0].org += 1>><</if>><<set $zoesex[0].blowjobgive += 1, $zoesex[0].beast += 1, $zoesex[0].energylevel -= 1, $zoesex.org += 1>><</if>><<if ($day is 'Monday') and ($daytime is 'Night')>>Nope
[[Continue|livingroom2]].<<elseif ($day is 'Tuesday') and ($daytime is 'Night')>>There's no way Zoe can suck Rocket's cock while Ben watching TV only a few meteres away.
@@.embold;Twist his mind a little further towards our goal@@, @@.embold;and he@@'@@.embold;d probably beg to watch you@@.
[[Continue|livingroom2]].<<elseif ($day is 'Saturday') and ($daytime is 'Night')>>Nope
[[Continue|livingroom2]].<<else>><<if $rocketready is true>>@@.embold;What are you waiting for@@, the voice drawls seductively. @@.embold;There@@’@@.embold;s no time like the present@@.
Although that’s certainly true, Zoe can’t help but feel a little apprehensive. Rocket’s prick is fairly intimidating, easily six inches from its pointed tip down to the bulb of his engorged knot.<<else>>The time has finally arrived. This is just the opportunity she’s been waiting for. She runs a hand over Rocket’s soft back, easing her hand down towards his belly. The dog rolls over and Zoe notices, with a surge of excitement, that his prick is sticking fully out of its sheath, its length throbbing with dark green blood vessels. @@.z;<i>Amazing</i>@@, she thinks, still not quite able to believe that this is happening despite Rocket’s lack of testicles.<</if>>
But is she really ready to do this? What she’s about to do means transgressing one of the potent taboos in the civilised world. Once she’s broken it, there’ll be no going back; she’ll forever be the girl who sucked her dog’s dick.
@@.embold;But this is what we want@@.
Zoe takes a hold of Rocket’s cock, wrapping her fingers gently around its base, just below the knot. She lifts it, causing the dog to stir. He turns to her, his tongue waggling as he pants. He doesn’t seem to mind her attention. The member is warm beneath her touch and she can feel the pulsing flow of blood. A dark green liquid is leaking from the tip in time to each beat. She flicks her finger through it and finds that it’s sticky, stretching in a string as she lifts it away.
@@.z;I don@@’@@.z;t know about this@@...
@@.embold;Yes we do@@. @@.embold;Just do what any slut would do@@. @@.embold;We are a slut@@, @@.embold;aren@@’@@.embold;t we@@? @@.embold;After all@@, @@.embold;we need more babies@@, @@.embold;and the way to get more babies is to get fucked as often as we can@@, @@.embold;and the best way to do that is to be@@ ...
@@.z; ... slut@@, Zoe pants, completing the thought.
@@.embold;Then act like one@@.
@@.z;I am a slut@@, Zoe murmurs, unable to resist the desire flooding her body any longer. She slowly lowers her head, her lips parted and her eyes closed, hardly daring to breath. Her lips make contact with the tip of Rocket’s prick and she freezes. Tentatively she probes with her tongue, flicking clumsily. The green seepage tastes strange, sharp and bitter. She swallows hard, wrinkling her nose. Still, she keeps tonguing, her confidence building with each passing second. She swirls her all around the tip, occasionally taking into her mouth with little sucks. Rocket sighs, shifting his hips. Zoe grips one of his legs for support; she’s really getting into it!
@@.embold;Very good@@! @@.z;Very good indeed@@!
Now that her misgivings have been well and truly buried, Zoe attacks Rocket’s cock with aplomb. No longer content with the tip along, she runs her tongue up and down the whole length, feeling the bumps of those now turgid veins. She’s getting wet herself, and can’t help but slide a hand down her panties as she continues tonguing. <<if $throat[0].clitstatus is 'active'>>The mutated nerves in her tongue tingle, forming a second locus of growing pleasure.<</if>> The taste isn’t bothering her at all now and she eagerly licks up every squirt of the thick fluid that pumps gently from Rocket’s tool.
Zoe wraps her lips around the tip and before she can think what she’s doing, she’s taken the dog’s cock right into her mouth. <<if $throat[0].clitstatus is 'active'>>The nerves in her mouth ignite and she moans, her voice humming around the doggy cock.<</if>>Slurping messily, she bobs her head up and down, spit and Rocket’s bitter juices drooling down her chin. She comes up for air and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.
@@.embold;How does it feel@@, @@.embold;slut@@?
@@.z;I love it@@, says Zoe, grinning devilishly. @@.z;I fucking love it@@. She plunges back down, taking Rocket’s cock back into her mouth. She pushes two fingers into her cunt, fucking herself in time with her sucking. She lifts her head and sticks out her tongue, flapping Rocket’s hard cock against it. She licks all the way down to the knot, loving the throbbing heat she finds there. A spurt of goo splats onto her cheek. She wipes it off and sucks the substance from her fingers. @@.z;<i>Delicious</i>@@!
She lies back on the floor, desiring greater comfort. Rocket, watching her closely, stands, his drool-slickened prick quivering below. @@.z;Come over here@@, @@.z;boy@@, she whispers. @@.z;I want to carry on sucking you@@.
Zoe shuffles about, simultaneously lifting one of Rocket’s back legs and sliding underneath him. She licks her lips, eying the cock that sways just millimetres away from her mouth.
@@.z;Come here@@, she says, placing her hands on the dog’s rump and pushing him gently forwards. His cock slides between her ready lips and she opens her mouth wide, savouring the taste. She sucks hard, gagging herself as her lips kiss Rocket’s bulbous knot. She can feel the tip poking the back of her throat <<if $throat[0].clitstatus is 'active'>>and the pressure almost brings her to oral climax right there.<<else>>bringing tears to her eyes.<</if>> She rubs her pussy, desperate for the release of orgasm.
Rocket is panting loudly and before long he’s thrusting his hips, fucking Zoe’s mouth like a bitch’s pussy. <<if $throat[0].clitstatus is 'active'>>That’s too much sensation for Zoe to take, and after only a few seconds of the rampant thrusting, she comes hard, the muscles of her throat contacting and her mouth filling with sticky saliva. At the same time, she brings herself to clitoral orgasm.<<else>>She rubs her cunt faster and faster, bringing herself closer to orgasm. Cumming hard, she jams Rocket’s cock right to the back of her throat, gargling noisily.<</if>> Moaning in pleasure, the sound muffled by dog cock, Zoe feels a sudden burst of heat in her mouth. With Rocket whining above her, Zoe feels her mouth fill with hot sticky fluid. Unable to take any more, she pulls back, getting a blast of canine semen right in her face. She swallows the load in her mouth, shuddering at the bitterness.
Exhausted, Zoe lies back, feeling the liquid cooling on her face. She wipes it off and slurps it from her fingers. It might taste odd, but it seems she can’t get enough of it. Fresh drops drip from Rocket’s cock and she opens her mouth wide, catching each of them on her tongue. Satisfied, she wiggles out from underneath him.
@@.z;How was that@@, @@.z;boy@@? she says, stroking his side. @@.z;I think you liked it@@. She rubs his belly, fondling his rapidly shrinking cock. @@.z;I certainly enjoyed myself@@.
@@.embold;See@@, @@.embold;that wasn@@’@@.embold;t so hard@@, @@.embold;was it@@?
Rocket, apparently satisfied, lopes back to his basket. He lies down, snuffling peacefully. Zoe stands, congratulating herself on a job well done. She’ll definitely be doing that again soon!
[[Continue|livingroom2]].<<set $rocketstat[1].stage to '7'>><<set $rocketblow to true>><<set $zoesex[0].blowjobgive += 1, $zoesex[0].beast += 1, $zoesex[0].org += 1>><<if $throat[0].clitstatus is 'active'>><<set $zoesex[0].org += 1>><</if>><</if>>