Chapter 6

Country House

Chapter 6

“I’ll show you! I know without a doubt who the culprit is!” Taylor declared, dragging our shared body down the hallway as quickly as our four arms were able. My father followed awkwardly, clearly wanting to rush to the culprit, but not knowing their identity, was limited to our gradual slither. So together we made our pursuit, a pair of conjoined girls slipping on their enormous cunt and a well dressed man stutter-stepping along in their wake.

I glanced at Taylor, surveying the determined set of her eye. She was smart and courageous, and I didn’t doubt the powers of her deduction, but… she had been wrong before and this current theory sounded fantastical. Mind control? A known suspect bending ordinary people to their will? How could it be?

Taylor, perhaps seeing the puzzlement on my face, launched into an explanation. “I realized that their had to be more than one person performing the transformations. We know for a fact that the maid Elizabeth had attempted to transform Mr. Rycroft and Reginald Burris identified his family’s attacker as the maid Karen…”

“Reg has been here many times,” my father add, “he knows the regular staff well enough to identify them.”

“Which makes two confirmed agents,” Taylor continued, nodding at my father. “Mr. Mandel claimed that Hayley’s attacker was a man who fled into the woods on the property. Even if he was wrong about the gender of the agent, it is highly unlikely that Hayley’s attacker would be able to gather themselves quickly enough to perpetrate the Burris’ transformation or the attempted on Mr. Rycroft. Which means that there must be at least three agents, although I suspect the involvement of more.”

“But mind control?” I asked.

“Of the two agents whose identities we know for certain, Elizabeth and Karen, neither of them has an apparent motive for wanting to transform the family. It’s dubious either would be involved, but both together? I doubt it.” Taylor glanced at me, “And the one agent we saw in action, Elizabeth, was behaving uncharacteristically and erratically.”

“Yes,” I confirmed, “Lizzy was not herself then.”

“And afterward she and Karen both seemed confused, both claiming gaps in their memory. Not to mention that inhuman, purple glow in Elizabeth’s eyes during the attack itself… I think it speaks to an outside force, an outside will.” Taylor shrugged our shoulders. “I’m aware this sounds implausible, but we are already dealing with demon powered alchemy…” She gestured with her eye at our shared body as she kept pulling us along the floor and up to the second floor of the house.

“I’ll grant that your mind control theory might have some weight,” my father said, “but how can you possibly tell who the transformist is.”

Taylor smirked triumphantly, “Tell me Mr. Rycroft, what manner of… interaction does the staff have with your wife?”

My father stammered and blushed a little, “What could that possibly have to do with this?”

“I’ll show you.”

It became clear now that Taylor had lead us to my mother’s plinth. There she stood, all six feet of her phallic body, serene and surrounded by fresh cut flowers from the garden before it merged with Aunt Janice. We slithered up to mum, her towering central cock, her mound of breasts, the ring of cocks and cunts that encircled her. I felt our body growing hot and flushed as we approached, my nipple cocks stiffening, our cunts growing hotter and tighter. “Taylor?” I asked. She ignored me and reared her head gracefully to Mum’s body and wrapped her huge lips around one of my mother’s smaller cocks. I gasped as I felt the cock in Taylor’s mouth, inside our body and moaned as I felt Taylor sensitive, clitoral tongue lick the dick in her mouth. I moaned, revulsion and arousal warring as our body responded to the sexual contact.  Our dicknipples stiffened and our ram cock extended, beading with pre. Taylor bobbed her head, sucking and licking faster and faster until I tasted my mother’s semen erupt in Taylor’s mouth. I bit my lip and tried to control my sexual excitement.

“Hello my baby,” purred Taylor’s voice as she released Mum’s cock, her cyclopean eye glowing purple. “I’m so happy with how you’ve turned out.”

“Mum,” I gasped.

“And darling,” the mind controlled Taylor said, smirking at my father, “have you come to fulfill your obligations at last?”

“Mary?” my father asked, understanding dawning on his face. “What have you done?”

“What have I done!?” She snapped. “What have you failed to do? What of our promises?”

My father looked stunned and guity all at once.

“Mum, what are you talking about?” I asked.

“When I chose to become as I am, your father and I made a covenant.” Taylor’s voice said, “We promised each other we would both transform, that we would be together, copulating forever. He wanted to wait until you girls were older, but I couldn’t wait, so I transformed and he promised to join me in ten years.”

I was shocked. My mother had transformed when Hayley was still very little, when I was quite young. “It’s been at least fifteen years…”

“Precisely!” Mum snapped through Taylor. “I have come to collect my debt!”

My father looked guilty, “Mary, ten years wasn’t enough time. Hayley is only grown now…”

“Excuses! Lies!”

“Mum.. mother! What about everyone else you’ve transformed! Me, Hayley, Aunt Janice?”

“Interest,” Taylor’s voice purred. “Transformation is a gift, and since your father has refused to share in it, I have decided to give it to all of you! To rebuild this family!”

“But how? Why now?”

“Because it’s taken me this long to be ready for it. Mind control is hard, my baby, it has taken me years to master it. Your father and the staff have always fucked me, and while we were together I could feel their bodies: lithe, alive, beautiful. With practice I found I could touch their minds as well, feel their arousal and joy and happiness. Eventually I found I could ride their minds longer, see through their eyes and taste their lovers even after we were apart. Through determination and experimentation, I found I could do more than be a silent spectator, that I could actually take control of anyone who fucked me and make them do my bidding for a time. And that’s when I came up with my plan to transform you all!” Taylor’s indentured voice echoed around the large hall.

“And then,” Mum through Taylor continued, “it took time to pull together my plan: to use my darling’s body and connections to collect the necessary alchemy; to use the staff to scout the best strategies, to prepare the more elaborate traps ahead of time. It was the kind of careful planning only an immobile pile of genitals can really formulate.

“When all was in readiness, I simply waited for the perfect opportunity. And here it was: my darling was at the house and not away on business, both my girls were visiting on vacations, and the house was filled with other guests to join my new harem. It was the perfect time.” Taylor’s mouth drew back in a predatory smile. “And now there is just one last thing. Darling, it is time.”

My father looked at me, “Molly, I’m so sorry. This, this is all my fault. I… I got cold feet. I loved my humanity too much, loved the women and the power and the luxury. I was scared to give it all up. And so I broke the promise to your mother and did all of this.” He reached into his shirt and pulled out a small vial on a necklace chain. “And it’s time I made amends.”

My father began stripping off his clothes and walking towards my mother. He lifted the vial and addressed the mute phallus. “Mary, I didn’t forget my promise. I carried it with me every day, like a chain of guilt. I love you, and I always meant to be with you again. And I will be!”

With that my father opened the vial and drank the contents, walking towards Mum. His legs swelled into pillars of flesh and he grew taller and larger with every step. His arms grew massive forcing him to crawl. His penis lengthened and widened and along with his original limbs became massive pachyderm legs that carried his torso to hover over my mother’s huge central phallus. Now my father’s torso began to swell, growing huge heavy breasts which hung below him and the centre of his body split open to form the labia of a massive central cunt. His back swelled, grew into the dome of a single enormous breast with a giant brown nipple at its apex. The five legs of his body twisted until they were equally spaced, and from among his hanging breasts grew six tentacles, three capped with cocks and three ending in cunts, each corresponding to the smaller genitals on my mother’s immobile body. “Molly, I love you and your sister,” my father gasped as his head dissolved into his huge body, now a canopy of breasts and genitals held above my mother’s phallic body by mammoth legs.

No sooner did my father’s body stop changing, did my altered parents start to copulate. My father’s legs bent and lowered the huge cunt at the centre of his body down onto my mother’s central cock shaft, slowly filling his new body with her girth. His genital tentacles blindly sought out the small cocks and vaginas on my mother and began to fuck them with abandon. And then my father flexed his five legs and began to pump himself on mother, fucking her earnestly, slamming onto her in a way that made the floors of the house creak. Faster and harder they went until Mother’s cock body pulsed, spewing her semen into father, and father’s legs shuddered as he orgasmed, a small fountain of milk shooting from the nipple at the pinnacle of his new body. It was impossible to tell, but I hoped my parents were happy.

The purple colour left Taylor’s eye. She blinked. “So? Was I right?”

“Indubitably, my dear Taylor, indubitably.”

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The End.

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