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Rated: 18+ · Interactive · Fantasy · #1621968

One day you are abducted by aliens and are infected by a strange virus. Gay sex is ok

This choice: She is under your control.  •  Go Back...
Chapter #5

She is under your control.

    by: Unknown
"Master what-" You're mom put her hands over her mouth and stared at you wide eyed. "Mmmmmark," she stuggled to say your name, "what just happened? Why am I on Sarah's body, and why did I just call you Master?" You looked her over, not believing that she just became what you are, and thought for a second. Your mom looked down at the ground. As you thought, she never interrupted you, and only continued staring at the ground, occasionaly running her hands over various parts of her new body. Finally you just decided to start with what happened earlier, and go from there.

"Mom." She quickly snapped up to look at your face. "I was at the party, and I know this is hard to believe, but so is everything that just happened. Anyways I passed out in the woods," she gasped at that, "and woke up on an operating table. I swear, there were aliens there and the put something in me. Please believe me." She nodded.

"I believe you, mmmm-honey." She fought not to call you master again. Hearing her say that brought you a sense of relief, and you hugged her. Feeling your new chest mash against hers started rousing some feelings, but you were too focused right now. You pulled away and noticed she was reluctant.

"Thanks, you have no idea how much that helped. Anyways, I don't know what just happened to you, or why you called me master. Do you feel different in any way?" She laughed.

"I feel very different, but I know what you mean. I don't know how to describe how I feel." You noticed she kept looking away from you. All in all she looked really nervous talking to you.

"Try and tell me." You said. She complied.

"Okay... well. When I look at you now I feel... weak. And you're powerful." It didn't slip by that she didn't say 'look powerful'. She said you were powerful, and powerful you felt. "And I like it. You make feel comfortable. I... feel pulled to you. I loved you before, as a mother, but now I feel almost attached to you." You were stunned by her description, and decided to test something.

"Mom." Again, her movements almost looked like she snapped to attention. "Go get us two glasses of water, so I can try and figure out what's going on." By now you had a pretty goo idea of what was going on, but wanted to test this.

"Yes, mmmmaaaark." She had to keep fighting harder. She went off to do her task, and you plopped down on your new ass, and felt your body jiggle. You looked down at the valley of cleavage beneath you, and started playing with your new body. You looked up to see your mom there with two glasses of water, which she sat down on the table.

"Oh, er, sorry mom." You said, embarrased.

"No problem mmmm-honey. Enjoy!" She said, smiling. That was weird, but it only helped confirm you theory so far. She sauntered Sarah's hot body around the table, and sat right next to you. It looked like she wanted to do something so you held your arm up, and she dove in. You wrapped your arm around her, and she cuddled in. You took a sip of water and thought about all that had happened. Finally you smirked and turned to the woman/girl staring at you. She quickly averted her eyes.

"Mom I have a theory. Stand up." She was reluctant to leave your embrace but did as you said. "Good." Just from one mild word she looked so happy. "Now jump up and down." She did as you said faster. "Good, now say I love Mark." She did. "Now say I love titties."

"I love titties," She said with little resistance. "mmmm-son what does all of this have to do with anything?" She wasn't mad, even though her sentence hinted at it. You smirked. You were right: She felt it, and so did you. Now that you've proved it you could say with certainty that you could control your mom. You assumed it was because you caused her to turn into what you were. In some way you were now connected because of that.

"Don't worry, I have a plan."

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1. Explore your control

2. Switch Back.

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