Laying Low Re Write Part Two

The sun shone through the blindfolds and hit Melody square in the face. The neon haired young woman was wearing a light blue set of pyjamas which were very soft and comfortable overall.  She moaned and stretched a bit as she was trying to wake up, ans looked around her bedroom. It was covered in boy band posters, makeup, with all the pink walls, making it perhaps the most stereotypical girly bedroom possible. So far, nothing would indicate anything being off, outside of the clear streak of dried cum on the floor which seemed to originate from her bed. That would be a much better fit for a guy’s bedroom, not hers at all.

She pushed the bedsheets aside, revealing quite a seriously incongruous dickbulge in her pyama’s. Climbing out of bed she walked over her closet with her bulge swaying with every step indicating its size. Sitting down at her vanity she browsed through her makeup and picked out an eyeshadow and lipstick for the day. As she began to apply her makeup with one hand the other snuck down below to free her incongruous cock from her pyjamas, beginning to masturbate with one hand while her mind raced with thoughts of the sheer sexual enjoyment of this disguise, the preparation, investment and training all paying off to make the perfect impersonation of what she currently looked like (excluding the dick of course). Memories of last night mixed with fantasies of this evening mixed as the perverted side of Theodore/Melody jacked his/her cock with a sexual frenzy. Yet at the same time she finished getting her face ready for the day she coated the floor below the vanity in a lovely colour of white. After completing her climax, spilling cum over her pajamas she retracted her cock back inside, moaning as it scraped against her walls in a highly pleasurable way. 

Satisfied she got dressed for the day. Skinny jeans, a black t-shirt with the word GLITTER on it written in glitter, a modest necklace and some bright red earrings to complete her look. 

She checked her phone and the news, before doing one final check of her form and clothes. “Perfect innocence.” A smile crept across her face as she put a few hair bands into her long brown hair when she noticed she still had a. Satisfied with her appearance the fake young adult headed downstairs.

Lisa, her mother (equally as fake as her) was sitting at the kitchen table sipping coffee and reading the news. An astonishingly lovely thick MILF with a highly pregnant belly (and a secret cock hanging underneath it). On the table in front of her lay the morning newspaper called “The Greenleaf ” with a single ad marked out with a pen in a peculiar one.

“Good morning mom.” Melody glanced at her with a smile.

“You’re late.”

“I didn’t think we were on a schedule in the first place, since we’re stuck in place after all for…quite a while.”

She glanced at her daughter and shoved the paper across the table without any further retort.

“Check that cypher translation for me, will you?”

Melody sat down at the kitchen table, ignoring her mothers unimpressed glance as the analyst underneath the zoomer girl got to work meticulously cracking the code that had been hidden in plain sight.

“This checks out. HQ’s message is…Heavy Electronic surveillance in the neighbourhood. Heavy enemy presence on neighbourhood exits and freeways. Intensive search efforts ongoing. Intensive background checks of the region. Remain in place. Await further orders.”

“As expected.” Her mother finished her cup while Melody got to getting some bread with far too much nutella on top of it. Lisa glanced at her, only for her daughter to brazenly match her gaze.

“What, are you actually going to mother me, mom?” Melody grinned at her in defiance.

“Nah, I don’t give a shit as long as you don’t break your character.”

“Don’t you worry, I’ve been working on Melody for months.” She responded while stuffing her face full of chocolate paste. “And this is absolutely in-character, mom.”

Lisa nodded and flipped the newspaper around, ripped the page with the advertisements out and in one swift move set it ablaze and chucked the burning page into the sink. Satisfied all evidence was gone she returned to reading the front page news of herself.

“Tssk tssk tssk. Those fools in the media, always so insistent on using the word terrorist. Whom did we terrorise? A few research scientists and a guard here or there. Not a word on what we stole though so they are keeping it under wraps.”

“The media really doesn’t matter, they have been bought and sold ages ago.” Her daughter responded as she continued to eat chocolate paste with some bread in it.

She got up and started doing her own dishes, leaning over oblivious to the pair of eyes that followed her body move around. As she leaned over to look into the sink a hand pressed down on her neck pressing her in place. Acting purely on instinct she struggled to break loose until she heard her mothers voice speak

“Actually, I reconsidered this whole mothering thing. Time to show you your place, beneath me.” Lisa ripped off her daughter’s pants and panties in one pull, making them drop between her legs. She rubbed her crotch against her daughter’s ass as she lifted up her dress to reveal her quickly emerging erection and pressed its girthy tip against Melody’s ass.

 The smile on Melodys face was unmistakably one of pure joy as she was pinned against the sink, forced to bend over and take her mothers length in her tight ass, feeling her ass being grabbed tightly.

“Not the first time I’ve used Cobra subjugation techniques in such a way.”

“Is there a…a special class for such training?”

Lisa leaned in and whispered in her ear. “You are in it now, turn around!”

She grabbed Melody by her shoulders and flipped her on her back. Then she reached under her daughter’s hairless armpits and lifted her up with surprising ease demonstrating the surprising strength hidden underneath the innocent housewife.

Melody was now helplessly dangling over the floor while her mother adjusted her dick to press it against her daughter’s pussy lips. She looked her mother in the eyes before she was lowered onto the giant dick, her stomach pressing against her mothers fake belly.

The pace was immense, by far stronger than before as the look of intensity on Lisa’s face took Melody off guard. It was a judging look, mixed with a sense of both dominance and eroticism.

“You think I haven’t heard you in your room masturbating you little slut?”

“Yeah…nnnhgh yeah…I confess!”

“I could even hear you squirm and call for your mommy. Mommy, you’re so hot.”

“YOU.” She raised her voice as the timed her rough and deep thrusts into her daughters womb

“ARE”

“A”

“DEGENERATE!”

“YES!” Melody was quivering in joy as she came, screaming the word yes over and over. She involuntarily tightened her pussy and her mother followed her not mere moments later. The orgasm was so astonishingly good that both of them were lost in pleasure, squirming and thrashing and moaning as Lisa held her daughter close and unleashed within her.

Wave after wave of cum rushed upwards until it leaked out from the side of her. Melody let her head hang back as she breathed heavily while Lisa slowly let her back on her feet. Before her daughter had recovered however, her mother had pinned her against the kitchen counter.

“You set this operation up just so you could live out your kinky fetishes with me didn’t you!”

“Yes. Yes I did. It never, NEVER compromised our assignment, however. Never! Absolutely never!”

“Not yet, at least.” Lisa looked down at her fake daughter who at this point was leaking a lot of cum from her pussy. “I will not report you to HQ. But, you now owe me a favour. And one day, I WILL collect.”

“Absolutely. Absolutely mom. Anything you want. But there is one thing you have to admit.”

Lisa pinned her down harder, shoving her dick as deep inside her daughter as she possibly could.

“WHAT!?” She snarled at Melody.

“You are just as much of a kinky degenerate as I am. You love this scenario as much as I do.”

As the Baroness/Lisa Donovan was in the process of formulating a response the doorbell rang. Both of their heads turned to the front door in horror, and immediately got to work on getting dressed. Lisa pulled out and pulled up her panties, covering up her dick and then getting her dress in place. Meanwhile Lisa rushed to clean up the cum from the floor, and yanked her panties and pants up which now were heavily soaked on the backside…and the front. She picked up her phone and took up a position behind her mother so she could keep a good eye on their visitor.

Another set of knocks. Lisa forced herself to smile while Melody glanced nervously at the door.

“Good morning!” She opened the door only to look her worst nightmare in the eye.

The bitchy woman from last night, Joan Caldwell. A woman with voluminous blond hair in an oddly spiky formation. She wore pink sweatpants, a blue t-shirt with JUICY written on the front covering up. The one thing that also stood out to Lisa was the fact that Joan did appear to have quite an ass that stood out well even from the front. She had an ID card on a lanyard with her face on it and her eyes were hodden behind sunglasses.

“I am Joan Caldwell from the Home Owners Association and I’m here to tell you that there have been several complaints against you and you will be fined for them. Failure to resolve these issues will issue further fines or even a legal process expulsion for not following the standards of our fine neighbourhood

Lisa Donovan glanced back in total confusion. This last time that the Baroness had been thrown off her mental block this hard was that accidental explosion at that Texas refinery she once infiltrated as a sexy secretary.

“Uuuh….what?” was all that Lisa could muster.

“Your property has poorly maintained grass up front, it must be cut short, properly short. Furthermore, we have heard noises coming from your house that sounded like construction work, there are strict sound limitations after 8 o’clock in the evening. That will be another 100 dollars fine as well.”

Lisa tilted her head to the side. “You have got to be kidding.”

“As part of your contract of purchasing this home you became liable to the provisions of the local homeowners association. I was unable to properly contact you before since you never appeared to answer your front door, but now we are here and now you know that you need to adapt to this neighbourhood or face possible fines or even a formal expulsion process…and we wouldn’t want that would we? Furthermore, you are hereby ordered to mow your grass before the weekend or I will add another 25 dollars to your fine amount per violated day. Have a nice day”

Joan turned around and left without saying anything herself. Lisa quietly closed the door, turned to Melody and struggled to resist the urge to rush through her front door and publicly assault Joan.

“What the fuck kind of person is that?” Lisa hissed under her breath at her daughter.

“On the internet, they call women like that a Karen. Or a massive, gigantic über bitch, in simple terms.”

“She is a lightning rod of attention. Despite her..personality and so on, I think we would be best off just bowing to her demands. If it is just cutting grass, that shouldn’t be too hard to do.”

“It’s not like these fines will be coming out of our paychecks, so who cares really?” Melody rebutted. 

“It would be best not to have this…Karen drawing more attention to us then she has already.”

The both of them turned to leave when the doorbell rang again. The look on Lisa’s face was one of psychotic, unhinged, burning hatred. As she turned back to the door, Lisa merely looked slightly annoyed with a pained smile.

“Yeah?”

“FURTHERMORE, I have seen sneaky vans show up to your house at night, for the last few weeks! I have got my eyes on you and if you are using foreign drugs or selling them I will have the police on you immediately. I will not let such filthy drug using degeneracy occur in my neighbourhood,  my perfect neighbourhood. You are being watched, and you best act in a way that suits our fine neighbourhood.

“Mooom, would you want some ice?” Melody said in a cheery tone whole vaguely motioning to her neck.

/do I have your approval to kill her/

“Not needed, Melody.” Lisa shook her head though frustration/hate on her face was palpable.

“So get clean or face the consequences!” After accusing Lisa of being a drug addict, she smiled and wished her a good day in a most disjoined way and left.

Lisa closed the door behind her and waited patiently for her to leave.

The doorbell rang again.

Lisa Donovan turned around in her blue dress, yanked open the door and screamed at maximum volume.

“WHAT IN  THE UNHOLY HELLS DO YOU WANT NOW, FOOLISH WOMAN?!?!”

The policeman standing there was standing there in shocked silence. Lisa immediately deflated back into her innocent housewife guise. Meanwhile, he looked her up and down, eyes remaining on her fat breasts just a tad too long which seemed to please Lisa.

“Oh gosh I’m sorry, I had a bad morning this morning, I’m so, so so sorry! Hello there officer, what can I do for you?”

“We are looking for these two people wanted for the break in at Rauvenon Tech Inc..”

He was holding a wanted poster with both the Baroness’s and Theodore’s faces. To Lisa relief the personal information attached was extremely basic physical descriptions and no further details

“Oh no, who are these people?”

“Terrorists of the Cobra terror network.”

there’s that foolish word again.

“Oh my, I’m so sorry but no I have not seen them. Me and Melody have been at home all day.” Lisa shook her head.

“Thank you, and if you do see them call 911 immediately ma’am. Do not engage or talk to them, they are highly dangerous individuals. “

“I will. Thank you very much.” He handed her the poster and quietly left. Lisa closed the door, waited, and exhaled. She turned around to see Melody waiting patiently behind her.

“So now what?”

Lisa crumbled the poster and tossed it aside into the trash can.

“I need a fucking drink, and I need to think.”

“Wine? Let me go get you some, mom, I made sure this house was well prepared in that aspect as well.”

Melody grabbed two glasses and a bottle from the well stocked wine cooler and set them down on the table. Her mother sat down and turned on the tv, not really to watch but just to put on some background noise.

“So…if you were to ice Joan, how would you do it?”

Melody glanced back at her mother and took a sip of her wine. She placed it down on the table again and smiled at her mother. “How noisy?”

“Well, we can’t do anything about her right now without blowing our cover so yeah, noisy as can be. I could’ve snapped her neck like a twig right there had I wanted to. Such a shame…

“Well, let’s start with the basics. Lisa Donovan.” She motioned at her own mother. “Is a registered gun owner with two Glocks and a Smith and Wesson 38. and a healthy amount of ammunition in the house. All legal”

“I could easily make that shot from the front door…or sneak up to her house at night…well perhaps not in this current form…”

“Then, there’s the gardening and cleaning supplies which “Lisa Donovan” bought on a bulk discount all of which say, hyptothetically, a Tech-operative that looks like an airheaded twerp can turn into chlorine gas, pipe bombs, molotov cocktails and plenty more…”

Lisa chuckled. “Fried Joan…doesn’t sound too bad.”

“Or, the loudest thing we can do to kill her is to construct a car bomb, which we could do in the garage in…eh, half a day. It would take out everyone in the street as well from the shockwave.”

“Necessary civilian casualties for the greater cause.” Lisa let out another chuckle, took another sip from her glass and absentmindedly stared at the TV

“Do you want to watch a movie mom?”

“Hmmm? Which one?

“Heard the latest Mission Impossible movie was good. And on topic.”

“Put it on then.” She handed Melody the remote who took the time to find the movie and get it on.

Not more than fifteen minutes into the movie, the doorbell rang. The pregnant woman chugging wine flinched and in a fury chucked her glass on the floor which shattered and made a total mess

“Clean that up, will you.”

She put a fake smile on her face, stomping over to the front door in a deeply frustrated way.

“Oh, it’s…you.”

“Hello again. I’d forgotten to tell you that you need to also cut your hedgerows, they look horribly off form right now and if you don’t comply within three days I will be forced to fine you again.” Joan turned away, not hearing the door slam behind her.

And not seeing the look on Lisa’s face, filled with pure, unfiltered hatred. The moment Melody spotted it she froze in place, still busy picking up scraps.

Yet suddenly the frustration faded into a very knowing smile.

“Theodore.”

“Yes, Mom?” Melody looked up in confusion at the mention of her real name, very worried.

“In our mission briefing, I believe there was a comment about an emergency suit creation kit.”

‘Eh, yes.”

“Show it to me.”

“Mom. There are only two charges included, meant for emergency exfiltration of the both of us without including the device” Melody motioned to the mothers pregnant belly.

The lovely looking pregnant woman in the blue dress gave her a silent death glare in response.

“Come with me.” Melody let the glass fall out of her hand and led her mother back to her own bedroom. She reached in the closet and pulled out a suitcase. Flicking it open, it had a laptop on the inside and a strange device with two bags of yellow liquid attached.

“What were you planning on using this for? It would be risky to have extra skinsuit liquid to be delivered so…”

“Look up Joan Caldwell on facebook.”

“You are not…” Melody looked up at her with a smile. “Oh. Me or you?”

“You.”

“A classic hatefuck? Oh, I am so on board for that!” Melody started typing and several internet pages came up, filled with images of Joan Caldwell. It did not take long to find some key pictures of her in a bra which an advanced algorithm turned into a naked 3d model of the woman that her mother so despised.

“Bingo, a set of summer pics in a bikini. And…a few …okay a lot of videos of her talking about…people she doesn’t like. All I need to replace her, within a few clicks. Thank heavens for the idiots providing all this information on social media copying others has never been easier.”

“How long does it take?”

“Gotta set it up, and in 30 minutes or so she should be done.”

“Do it.””

“Yes ma’am…mom.” Melody got to work, with an intense, focussed look on her face while her mother left the room to get herself some more Chardonnay

The 3d printer whirred to life and slowly started depositing a heap of skin on the floor. The bag was truly drained when the last of her flattened feet rolled out of the slit on the side of the suitcase.

Melody lifted up the skinsuit of Joan, looking it all over for any defects or problems but found none.

‘All good.” She laid the suit out on the floor and looked it over. Karen was…by far not as pretty as her mother. C cup breast with big areolas (by Theodore’s design, he didn’t know what her actual nude chest looked like and big tits. 

The look on her face was a stern, disapproving one, even when it was just an empty skinsuit. Her blonde hair in a spiky, energetic formation while she clearly had too much eyeshadow on. She however, did have what the internet would call “a dump truck ass” which outdid her mother’s.

 Melody slipped out of her shirt and tossed it aside. One distracted self-grope later she stepped out of her skirt and panties, chucking them on the pile. Flipping it around she put her finger in between her buttcheeks. A zipper came into existence and Melody pulled it upward. Subconsciously she flicked her hair aside as she reached her hands into the skinsuit pulling it wide. Melody pushed her face in, having trouble pulling the larger skinsuit into place with a lot of skin flopping and moving around. 

Joans’ body shifted from the inside until her face started to fill up with motion inside. It was stretched out to both sides, extending and distorting a lot before it got pulled over Melody’s head by her well polished nails.

She could feel her face expand to fill in the space as Karen’s face merged with her.

“Testing, testing.” Karen’s face came into its proper shape but Melody’s voice started to shit. “Testing testing. Oh there we go. I, Joan, am a stupid, bitchy moron who loves to yap about the grass! Impersonation is a great crime Miss Donovan and for that you are fined 100 dollars per day! 

 She giggled as the bumps over hand slid down the sides of her face until she pressed them into the suit’s arms. She couldn’t quite reach the end , but she pressed hers against the skin that started to contract. It felt like her arms melted and extended forward at the same time as Melody’s butt now stuck out of Karen’s deflated lower half.

Melody lifted up one leg and pushed it into the much bigger one. She let herself fall onto the bed, squishing her new boobs flat as her other leg slipped in. The mostly deflated back half and butt started to take shape, expanding outwards into the full form.

She felt up her own ass and smacked it. “Damn, Joan, I guess you do have something worthwhile to contribute after all.”

“I agree.” Joan twitched in pleasure as out of nowhere, a cock slid between her as cheeks.

“OH MY GOD, how did you…”

“Do you really, really doubt my capacity to move quietly, especially when my target is completely distracted with herself?” Lisa was completely naked, hard as could be. She had walked back in five minutes ago, lurking in the shadows in the corners of the room for the right moment. Lisa pressed herself onto Joan, pinning her down onto the bed.

Joan tried to utter another sentence but the massive cock pounding her fat rear to get much thoughts out but a loose utterance of “coooooockkk”

Lisa was in her element ,feeling Joan’s naked body shake with every plunge within her. It was a kind of release, part of her frustration released in roughly handling and humiliating the fake copy of her newest rival whose life the Baroness was going to ruin

She just didn’t know how to yet, but she would find a way. Lisa reached for Joan’s shoulder and in one move flipped her around. The moment she laid on her back Lisa slid into her ass once again. Joan looked up at her and smiled.

Hanging over her while still deeply inside her was a beautiful MILF, with her pregnant belly and tits moving with every thrust. It was a violation of common sense, and so incredibly hot to Theodore

 She stared down at him with a look of pure disgust. Lisa pulled out, letting her rock hard meat rest on top of Joan’s crotch.

“Time to shut you up for good.” She crawled over her body letting her cock drag a line of pre cum across Joan’s body. It now rested a few centimetres above Joans face.

“I’ll give you something to complain about, fool.”

Lisa smashed her cock into Joans mouth and began pistoning her hard without any regard to Joan’s comfort. It pressed Joan down into the bed who now was lost in pleasure as the big cock rammed itself down her throat. Lisa looked down upon her with a look of pure smugness as her belly and tits bounced up and down as she was smacking her cock down in Joan’s hole.

“That’s right, bitch, you don’t have anything more to say now do you! No more complaints, just a mouthful of my cock! Take it, take it you absolute whore!” Joan was fully pinned down with her mouth and throat filled to the brim. In the back of her head, a small voice of regret spoke up “should’ve given her a smaller dick, would’ve made it easier to breathe.” But she was into it, and truly was having the time of her life.

“fff…oh, oh…oh yes! YES! YES!” Lisa came, moaning and laughing loudly as she shot a giant load down her throat. She fell over, the weight of her body pressing Joan further down against the sheets as the middle aged woman struggled to keep swallowing the massive amount of cum that was being forced down her throat. In Between all of this, Joan herself came, squirting lots of vaginal fluids all over the bed. Slowly but surely, she rolled off Joan who immediately coughed up a lot of cum all over herself, gasping for air. As she regained her bearings she looked at Lisa and smiled.

“That helps relieve some stress…but this stupid woman…you…” Lisa paused for a moment. “She needs to be taken out, or at least out of the way in the quietest way possible. We have a skinsuit for her, now we need to find a way to do it.”

“And…and we need clothes for me as well.”

“Right. Maybe we should order them online then. You have her size don’t you?”

“Yeah but…I’ve got a better idea for that. How about we break into her house instead?”

“We’re trying to draw less heat, idiot, not risk getting caught in a break in.”

Joan smiled. “Well, I actually have a plan for that.”

“Let’s hear it then.”