April Martin's overnight popularity was due to her newly enlarged feminine assets. This popularity thing was new to her, it was addicting and as if she never existed before. She loved that the guys were ogling her, stopping her and asking for her number. Women seemed to be more accepting of her, as if they had found a kindred spirit, she thought. That was a little strange, but she was enjoying all the new attention.
Her mother didn't notice her new assets, due to the long hours she worked and that April hid it from her by not wearing anything revealing enough for her to notice. Candice Martin worked as a RN at El Camino Hospital in Mountain View, working extra shifts to avoid the boredom and loneliness. Since April's father Dr. Michael Martin ran off to Los Angeles with a young fifth year medical student to work at the UCLA Medical Center, she had been struggling to keep a roof over their heads. That was five years ago, and as far as April could see, her mother hadn't gotten over it yet, or forgiving him for their financial situation. They had grown apart, her father yearned for a life in a big city hospital while her mother loved the simply life in the suburban medical community, they simply no longer wanted the same things. Like many people today their financial situation was not their fault, but that didn't stop Candace from blaming her ex-husband.
April made plans to attend Cal State Berkley in the fall, although she wasn't sure what to major in, she knew that medicine wasn't a consideration. Her grades were good enough and she had time to decide. But for now she was planning on majoring in boys and sex. She was having such a good time, she almost considered skipping college, but that would mean a life of low paying meaningless work, beside she would find a better class of boys on the college campus.
As she prepared for an evening out with the new guy she met, she could even remember his name, and it would come to her. She was becoming so forgetful lately, must be due to all the attention she was getting. She grabbed a few underthings and meandered her way to the bathroom for a shower. Stripping off her clothes she found herself lost in the mirror again, admiring her new looks and body. Raising her arms over her head, stretching them and grabbing her hands she smiled approving at the way her tits stretched and covered her chest. Her tight abs and smallish behind still allowed her to have an athletic body, if just a bit heavy on the top. Her pose reminded her of the classic Marilyn Monroe nude her father had purchased; he said it was a collector's item. She daydreamed thinking what it must have been like to be Marilyn, having all those admirers. Bringing her arms down, she hugged her body and resisted the urge to squeeze her boobs. She giggled at the word, boobs, boobies, tits, titties, hooters, they all made her laugh and she continued to pose in the mirror turning left and right loving the way they looked and bounced. She thought about what she would wear tonight and what might look best on her, then she remembered she had John to thank for her new wardrobe.
"Oh my God," she said aloud and covered her mouth with her hand; she had forgotten to return John's debit card and to thank him for his kindness. She would drop it off on her way to meet her date.
Meanwhile, John had waited a reasonable amount of time and heard nothing from his father. "Great, looks like I am on my own," he thought.
Mary stood facing John, it hurt for him to look at her, and he didn't trust himself she was too beautiful and oozing sexuality. Elizabeth also was temporarily too stunned to move. But she was wondering why John hadn't acted. This woman was incredible and she was emitting pure sexuality. Mary was once again caught in the ring's spell; her only thoughts were lusting for sex and the pleasure it would bring.
Sensing their similar thoughts John reaching out and taking his mother by the hand, lifting it high and turning her so that he could look her over. She was beautiful to behold, long shapely legs, flat belly, small waist and luscious breast, not too big, but just a bit bigger than average and where her legs met he thought he could smell and see her juices escaping. He wasn't sure if it was the light or his compromised state of mind, but he had to think of something he was weakening and his cock was aching as it strained sticking straight up in the air in front of him.
"Lovely", he said putting on an air of a master as he stepped back admire her again. "Elizabeth," he called. "What do you think? Is she a good candidate for an agent?"
Elizabeth answered. "She is magnificent; I can't wait my turn to taste her charms."
"Perfect," John said, "Prepare her for me. I will be back shortly," as he handed her off and walked toward the bathroom.
Pulling her into her embrace, Elizabeth found Mary's mouth and they passionately explored each other, they were like two enchantresses, their hands, lips, fingers, legs and breast entangling and searching for release. Probing, exploring, finding, tasting, licking and breathing new enthusiasm into each moment they were together.
John found himself in the kitchen, his arousal beginning to fade, as he summoned his father. "Okay, dad, I think you owe me an explanation. Let's have it!"
"John, ah... sorry about that but it's complicated." His father's voice answered in his mind.
"Okay, then let me simplify this for you, why does mom have a diamond glowing from her crotch? Is she like Elizabeth an agent of the ring?"
His father began to explain. He had recruited mom to become an agent, but he fell in love with her and never completed the process deciding instead that she would be the one who would bear him a son. So since she was never activated, never converted to collect sexual energy and transmit it, her diamond glow red because she was still a virgin in a way and near her capacity. She must transfer that energy to the Master of the Ring, or it may do her permanent damage and since she hasn't yet been converted there is only one way to transfer the energy to you, that's through intimate contact.
"You mean I have to have incest with my mother!" John said, as if disgusted, but knowing full well that he was weakening and the idea was become more attractive by the moment.
"John, you are entering a whole new world, where different rules apply. The rules of incest were put in place mainly to prevent unwise pregnancies. You won't get your mother pregnant."
His dad was beginning to make sense, John had to accept that things had to change, but if he bent that rule where would it end. Will he lose himself completely?
There was a loud blood curdling shriek in John's mind and before he knew what was happening he was battling for control of his mind and body. Unprepared for the attack, John found his consciousness tossed to the back of the bus, so to speak. He was no longer the driver, no longer in control of his body. Someone else was steering he was watching in horror as he stomped through the kitchen triumphantly raising his arms and shouting.
"Agggghh! Wimpy boy, I am now in control and will take your precious mommy and make her my bitch. You may not know what to do with the gift that you've been given, but I do!"
He was a disembodied, a ghost, a spirit, John didn't know where he was, spiritually, he felt as if he was falling with nothing to grab onto, he was tumbling helplessly and frightened out of his mind. Then at once he his fall stopped someone had caught him.
"I've got you son!"
He was in his father's strong arms. He was able to see him and although they both didn't have bodies they were now face to face as his father Dr. Zachary Smith set him upright.
"What just happened?" John asked already fearing he knew the answer.
His father explained confirming his fear. His mind and body had been hijacked by a prisoner within the ring; it seemed that there were a few former Masters of the Ring serving time in this limbo.
Afraid to ask, but knowing that he had to know, "So who is in possession of my body?"
"That would be, Lafayette Hubbard. He was master of the ring for a short time, quickly proving to be unworthy and not up to the task. There were serious questions as to his sanity. He was a science fiction writer went mad and founded a church, anyway he caught you at a weak moment and high jacked you."
By weak moment, his father meant John's indecision about how to handle his mother. Now that decision would be made for him, he watched helplessly as Hubbard examined the body he now controlled, flexing his cock to an erection and then deflating, elongating it to twelve inches and growing it thick.
