Hi! I'm Lisa, an adult creator and writer. This story features themes of incest, mind control, magic, transformation, humiliation, degradation, and bimbofication. If you enjoy these themes, please give this story an honest rating. If these are not your kinks, you might find another story more suitable to spend your time with. Thank you for taking the time to read this and all my other work. For more corruption and mind alteration, you might enjoy my BimboTec universe of stories, both written and visual.
Description: Michael's European vacation has proven to be more rewarding than he ever imagined. What seemed like a simple pawn shop purchase of a ring made of bone turns out to be the greatest gift an awkward young man could have ever hoped for! The power the ring conveys on Michael is the ability to make anything he says into other people's reality.
What's a young and horny man choose to do with this power? Reshape his gorgeous family members, create a life of ease, and begin a process of global domination.
Chapter One: Twincest
Michael had taken to calling them Samanda because the two of them were like an individual. It was the same with Randice and Darmine. While they were two individual bodies, the changes wrought on them by his unexpected and wholly welcome boon had mentally merged them into a single mind.
Sandra and Amanda no longer thought of themselves as different people. They shared the same thoughts, mostly about Michael's cock. They shared the same desires, which revolved wholly around pleasing Michael. They shared the same feelings and sensations, like the orgasm that Aunt Sandra was having right now as Michael fucked his mother, Amanda.
Michael watched his aunt plunge her fingers into her cunt as she licked her twin sister's jiggling tits, and he chuckled as he pasted his mother's womb with another load of cum. He'd believed the novelty of it might wear off after a time, but so far it was just as amazing as it had been for weeks. The two women groaned in unison, the two of them trained to feel delirious pleasure at the feel of Michael's seed.
Thanks to the ring, pulsing with heat on his finger, his cock stayed hard and ready to deliver the same gift to his aunt. When it was done, he'd leave the two of them and repeat the breeding with his sisters, Candice and Rachel. Then it would be is cousins, Danielle and Carmine. He'd pull his grandmother, Jane, away from beating Jasmine's tits (the old lady's favorite pastime) and shag her sweet cunt next. It would be Maria or Catherine next. Jasmine would be last, but that troublesome bitch only ever got it in the butt. And Michael made sure she never grew to like that but begged for it all the same.
These days, no one questioned him. No one remembered that anything had been different. To them, this was life as it should be, and how it had always been. It was a normal thing for a young man to use his family for his sexual gratification. Being knocked up by your brother, cousin, nephew, or grandson was the proper and respectful way to live.
A few weeks ago, they'd felt very different. But that was before the ring. Now they felt only what Michael wanted them to feel, and what remembered only what he wanted them to remember. That was what the ring wanted and so, it was what Michael wanted. Because Michael and the ring were no longer separate, either. They were one and the same.
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Chapter Two: The Ring
While in Europe, Michael had done things for the ring, things he wasn't proud of. They were things others would forget, but he never would. That was just the way it worked. If he wanted someone to forget or to remember events differently, all he had to do was say it. But he never forgot.
The old fucker who'd had the thing hadn't known what it was. Michael hadn't either. It was a knick-knack. A bauble. Nothing of real value. It only looked neat and so, Michael had purchased it for three euros. It was a thing of slim bone with little carvings, like something you'd pick up at a ren fair and show off to your LARP group. Then Michael put it on, and that was when it got in his head.
That first night had been like going mad. He was certain he was losing his shit. He'd heard things in his mind, and he'd jumped at shadows in the corners of his eyes. He'd lain in his bed at the second-rate motel, feverish, burning, huddled under a blanket, and cold but sweating.
Pounding his skull against the pillow, delirious with manic laughter, he'd struggled to pretend that the voice wasn't real. It couldn't be real. It spoke in whispers, too quiet to hear, and in words that didn't make sense. As the night passed and the fever cooled, though, Michael understood nonetheless.
The voices were the ring. Or whatever inhabited the ring. Possessed it? He didn't know and didn't care. That was a choice, not something the ring did to him. At least, he was pretty sure.
What mattered was what he knew after the fever and the whispers and the madness. He knew what it was and what he could do. He knew what kind of power it had. And he knew what he would use it for.
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Chapter Three: Home Again
Amanda wasn't alone at the curb to pickup Michael, but she might as well have been. Her youngest daughter, Maria, was the only one of four daughters who'd come along to pick up their brother after his trip to Europe. Maria, however, was face in phone, sighing occasionally to express how bored she was.
"There he is!" Amanda said, breaking the silence as Michael ambled awkwardly out of the doors and toward the lot.
"Great," Maria said, dry as sand.
Amanda threw open the car door and stood waving her arms, earning another sigh from Maria. Maria did not open her door. Michael scanned the lot, waved back at his mother, and pulled his suitcase along by the handle as he closed the distance.
"Michael!" Amanda squealed and opened her arms for a hug.
Michael let loose the suitcase and fell into his mother's arms, putting one hand around her waist. That hand dipped, squeezed her bottom, and Amanda yelped, "Hey!"
"Don't worry about it, Mom," Michael said.
Amanda's eyes rolled, briefly, then snapped into focus. Michael grinned and gave her ass another squeeze.
"Maria's in the car," she said.
Maria did not look up from her phone.
"I can see that," Michael said.
Amanda popped the trunk of the car and Michael deposited his bag, then climbed into the back seat.
"Hey," he said to his sister.
"Hey. Cool trip?"
"Fucking awesome!" Michael said.
"Michael! Language," Amanda chided.
"Don't worry about that, Mom," Michael said again.
Amanda's eyes flicked up into her skull, and she was no longer worried about Michael's language.
"I brought back some cool shit for you," he said to Maria an ruffled her hair.
"Come on!" Maria complained.
"You come on. It's perfectly normal to touch your sister after you've been gone a month," Michael said.
He grinned as the two women fell silent, eyes rolling back, and then Maria said, "Yeah, I guess so. Whatever. It's annoying."
"Nah," Michael said. "It's great."
And when he ruffled her hair again, Maria blushed and said, "I guess it's kinda cute."
But when Michael withdrew his hand, she caught it and said, "Whoa! Cool! Your ring is dope."
Michael frowned and said, "Forget about it," and Maria dropped his hand.
As Amanda drove, Michael talked, and the two of them listened. Before the ring, when Michael spoke, people tended to ignore him. No more. Now they had no choice but to listen, and Michael had a great deal to say.
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Chapter Four: A Date?
"A Date?" Amanda asked.
"Sure. Like when I was a kid," Michael said. "Mommy date."
"Geez are you five now?" Candice asked, and her twin sister, Rachel, snorted in approval.
Michael looked the two of them over. They might be twins, but this week's "thing" that they were doing differently was their hair. Candice had hers in pink pigtails, while Rachel's was loose but dyed neon green.