This installment was commissioned by Griselda (not their real name). Please remember this is all just fantasy. As such, it is supposed to be a safe way to explore the shadow side of who we are.
Kim hurried down the hallway of her modest suburban home to her son Michael's bedroom, worried by the sound of him groaning loudly. She knocked on the door, but he did not answer. Instead, she could hear what sounded like a woman crying out, her shout muffled by the cheap wood. The forty-something single mother pushed the door open slowly.
When Michael had left home for university, he had taken down all his high school posters and brought all his books with him to the dorm, leaving the walls and bookshelf barren. He hadn't, however, brought his old desktop with him, as the university had provided him one. Kim found him seated before it. She noticed his right arm shaking in a repetitive up and down motion.
"Yes! Yes! I'm just a pair of tits!" a woman's voice shouted ecstatically, and then began to make a sound as though she were being choked.
Kim moved to Michael's side and her gaze was immediately drawn to the computer screen. There was a webcam sex show playing on it. A man was ramming his penis in between the enormous breasts of a woman. Worse, his hands were wound tightly around her neck. Kim felt a wave of nausea wash over her. She looked at her son. He was transfixed by the scene before him, furiously masturbating.
"Michael!" she exclaimed, her voice quivering with anger and shock.
Her son didn't respond, it was almost as though he hadn't heard her.
Kim angrily grabbed the chair and and was swivel it toward her when he suddenly spoke.
"It's okay, Mom," he said with an odd flatness, almost as though it weren't really Michael speaking, but someone or something else speaking through him.
Kim was startled. Michael continued to pump himself. She noticed that his left hand was between his legs, massaging his scrotum.
"There's a message for you," he said, as though it were the most normal thing in the world.
"What?" she asked, confused.
Michael motioned with his head toward the computer screen. "There's a message for you." He pumped faster.
She looked at the screen, at the chatbot under the video, and there was indeed a message for her, from the username
Whoropticon
.
"It's terrible isn't it? Your son's watching this smut right in front of you and doesn't care. And the woman in the show, she's a real floozie, not unlike the one your husband left you for."
Kim's eyes narrowed quizzically. What the hell was this? Who was writing this?
Whoropticon
continued. "Maybe one day your son will also leave you for a floozie."
Kim felt her cheeks burn with anger at the memory of her husband's betrayal, yet at the same time, her heart pounded with terror at the thought of being abandoned by the only other man in her life.
"Your son used to be a good boy before your husband left."
She found herself nodding. Yes! Yes, it was true, Michael had changed. He was becoming more like his father, interested in floozies.
"Do you want him to be a good boy again?"
She nodded again, not fully realizing how strange it was that the website seemed to be able to sense her response.
"Our store has a supplement precisely for this situation! It's called 'Cana Refecunda'. Take it, and by summer's end, you'll be making him a good boy again!"
Without thinking, Kim pulled her phone out from her pocket and searched for "Whoropticon". Within moments, she had found the website and was browsing through their selection of special supplements. As she scrolled through the list of items, a peculiar calmness began to wash over her. It was as if someone or something else was guiding her hands. She ignored her son as he cried out, his jism spurting upward from his lap as his body shook violently, and she added the supplement to her cart and proceeded to checkout. She completed the purchase and then calmly walked out of Michael's room, leaving him slumped in his chair.
The next day, a package arrived at her doorstep. Opening it, she stared at the pill container, feeling a mixture of curiosity and unease. Michael's groans wafted down the hallway. Hearing him, Kim resolved to do whatever it took to make her son a good boy again. She opened the container and swallowed what would be the first of many pills to come.
* * *
Days passed, then weeks. Kim obediently took her supplements and went about her business. She ignored the groans and shouts coming from Michael's room, which had become routine. She also ignored the mysterious debt building up one her credit card for something called, "MilkMan and Lactatia".
Soon she noticed her breasts becoming rounder and larger, pushing against her shirts in a way they never had before. Her hips, which had permanently widened after she has given birth to Michael, seemed to also be expanding.
Alarmed, Kim went online to the Whoropticon website to learn more about the supplement that, much to her surprise, she had been taking without properly researching. As she searched for it in the online store, a customer service chatbox appeared in the lower right corner.
"How can I help you?" it asked.
She immediately closed it and began to scroll down the list of supplements. The chatbox suddenly reopened, this time as a popup in the middle of the screen, blocking her view.
"I can answer your questions about Cana Refecunda."
Flustered, Kim moved her mouse to close the popup but discovered there was no "x" button.
"You're worried about its effects," the chatbox said.
She froze. How did it know?
There was a peculiar tugging sensation in the back of her head, faint but insistent. Kim began type.
"My breasts and hips are getting bigger."
"Of course they are!" it replied. "They need to get bigger if you want to make your son a good boy again."
Her brow furrowed. "How on earth is that so?" she angrily typed.
