The sun shone through the blindfolds and hit Melody square in the face. The brown haired young adult slowly got up from her bed. She looked around her bedroom, with all the pink walls, boy band posters and Harry Potter memorabilia being the most stereotypical girly room possible. By design. The young adult was getting dressed in a skirt and hello kitty T-shirt combo and picked up her phone. So far, nothing would indicate anything being off, outside of the clear streak of dried cum on the floor which came from her bed.
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 bulge under her skirt.
She lifted it up to reveal a big pair of cock and balls hanging from her crotch, strapped tight under her panties. With a smirk she started to focus her mind as a strange but sensual feeling happened in her crotch.
The shaft started pulling back, her pussy stretching to allow the balls to retreat back inside her. As the cock pulled back inside her it caused a bulge to appear just above her pussy that quickly flattened out and disappeared. Satisfied with her appearance the fake young adult headed downstairs.
Sitting at the kitchen table was her equally as fake pregnant mother Lisa. An astonishingly lovely thick MILF with a 8 months old pregnant belly and a secret cock hanging underneath it. Dressed in a light blue dress, she was drinking coffee. On the table in front of her lay the morning newspaper called “The Greenleaf ” with a single ad marked out with a pen.
“Good morning mom.”
“You’re late.”
“I didn’t think we were on a schedule in the first place, since we’re stuck in place.”
She glanced at her false adopted 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 table, her breasts shaking slightly with the motions. Her mother glanced at them for a moment too long as her daughter got to work. A few minutes later she nodded.
“Check out. Message is… Enemies actions. Heavy Electronic surveillance. Suspected inside job. Heavy presence on neighbourhood exits and freeways. Background checks. Remain in place. Await orders.”
“As expected.” Her mother finished her cup while Melody made herself a breakfast with far too much nutella on top of it. She glanced at her, only for her daughter to brazenly match her gaze.
“What, are you actually going to mother me, mom?”
“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 with 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 lit 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 terrorize? A few research scientists and a guard here or there. Not a word on what we stole though.”
“The media really doesn’t matter, they have been bought and sold ages ago.” Her daughter responded halfway done through munching her 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. On instinct she struggled to break loose until she heard her mothers voice.
“Actually, I reconsidered this whole mothering thing. Time to teach you your place, beneath me.” Lisa ripped off her daughter’s skirt 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.
“Oh yeeees.” 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.
“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’re 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.
“You…you can lift me up?”
“You’re pretty light right now.”
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…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. 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 didn’t you!”
“Yes. Yes I did. It never, NEVER compromised our assignment, however.”
“Not yet.” 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 favor. And one day, I WILL collect.”
“Absolutely. Absolutely mom.”
For a short moment, Lisa looked approving. “Good girl. Clean yourself up.” She wiped her cock with a kitchen towel and chucked into the bin. She handed her daughter one who used it to clean up the dribbles of cum crawling down her legs before rubbing herself clean further.
As she looked back Lisa had already gotten dressed, and was back to reading the newspaper. Meanwhile Melody was working on slipping her panties back on followed by her skirt.
The doorbell rang. Lisa folded up the newspaper, hissed “Clean up the cum, now!” At her daughter as she walked to the front door slowly. Melody immediately got on her knees and cleaned up every speck.before quickly getting rid of any and all evidence. She picked up her phone and started browsing the news while at the same time taking up 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. An averagely proportioned woman with voluminous blond hair in an oddly spiky formation. She wore pink sweatpants, a blue t-shirt and crocs with socks in them. The one thing that also stood out to Lisa was the fact that Joan did appear to have a thicc ass that stood out well even from the front. She had an ID card on a lanyard.
“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.
Lisa Donovan to look 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.
“Eh…what?”
“Your property has poorly maintained grass up front, it must be cut 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 100 dollars,put in your mortgage bill.”
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 an expulsion. And we wouldn’t want that would we? Furthermore, you are hereby demanded to mow your grass before the weekend or I will add another 25 dollars to your fines. Have a nice day
Joan walked around and left. Lisa quietly closed the door, turned to Melody and glared.
“What the fuck kind of person is that?”
“On the internet, they call women like that a Karen. Or a bitch, in simple terms.”
“She sure is a lightning rod of attention. Despite her..idiocy, 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.”
“And it’s not like the mortgage is coming out of our paychecks, so who cares really?”
They turned to leave when the doorbell rang again. The look on her face was one of psychotic, unhinged hatred. As she turned back to the door, Lisa merely looked slightly annoyed.
“Yeah?”
“FURTHERMORE, I have seen sneaky vans show up to your house at night. I have got my eyes on you and if you are using drugs or selling them I will have the police on you immediately. I will not let such filthy drugs using degeneracy occur in my neighbourhood.”
“Mooom, would you want some ice?”
/do I have your approval to kill her/
“Not needed, Melody.” Lisa shook her head.
“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 THE UNHOLY HELL 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.
“Oh gosh I’m sorry, I had a bad morning this morning. Hello there officer, what can I do for you?”
“We are looking for these two people wanted for the break in at COMPANY NAME.”
He was holding a wanted poster with both the Baroness’s and Theodore’s faces. To her relief the personal information attached was extremely basic physical descriptions.
“Oh no, who are these people?”
“Terrorists.”
there’s that foolish word again.
“Oh my, i’m so sorry but no i have not seen them.”
“Thank you, if you do see them call 911 immediately ma’am.”
“I will.” 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.
“I need a fucking drink, and i need to think.”
“Wine? Let me go get you some.”
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 to watch but more as background noise.
“So…if you were to ice Joan, how would you do it?”
Melody glanced back and took a sip. “How noisy?”
“Well, we can’t do anything about her right now, so yeah, noisy as can be. Could’ve snapped her neck like a twig right there.”
“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 healthy amount of ammunition in the house. All legal.”
“I could easily make that shot from the front door.”
“Then, there’s the gardening and cleaning supplies which “Lisa” bought on a bulk discount all of which a Tech-operative that looks like an airheaded twerp can turn into chlorine gas, pipe bombs or molotov cocktails.”
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 chucked, 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 chucked her glass on the floor which shattered.
“Clean that up, will you.”
She put a fake smile on her face, stomping over to the front door.
“Oh, it’s…you.”
“Hello again. I’d forgotten to tell you that you need to also cut your hedgerows, they look horrible 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. By the time she walked back. 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?” Melody looked up in confusion at the mention of her real name.
“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.”
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 has 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 aren’t…” Melody looked up at her smile. “Oh. Me or you?”
“You.”
“Hatefuck? Oh, I am on board for that!” Melody started typing and several internet pages came up, filled with images of Joan Caldwell, her social media.
“Bingo, a set of summer pics in a bikini. And…a few videos of her talking about…people she doesn’t like. All I need to replace her, within a few clicks. Thank the lord for social media.”
“How long does it take?”
“Gotta set it up, and in 30 minutes or so she should be done.”
“Okay. 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 wine.
The printer whirred to life and lowly 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.
‘Allfine.” 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 even.
“Well, time to get it on then. Wouldn’t’ want to keep her waiting. 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.
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!” 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, pressing 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.
She 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 herself.
“OH MY GOD, how did you…”
“Do you really, really doubt my capacity to move quietly, especially when my target is completely distracted.” 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 the fake copy of her newest rival that she was going to take down. 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. Karen 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. 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 centimeters 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 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.” 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, 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 her.”
“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. “I have a plan for that.”
“Let’s hear it then.”
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