The Mother Who Ravages Her Beloved Daughter with a Black Monster Cock
"Ugh...!"
Her body felt heavy. A splitting headache throbbed in her skull, and not a shred of strength remained in her arms or legs.
I'm... so... hungry...
But an unbearable hunger forced her body to move.
"..."
Park Ayoung slowly opened her eyes, her vacant, bead-like gaze drifting aimlessly around the room.
Ara... my Ara... I need to make dinner...
She staggered to her feet.
"Ugh... ahh..."
She stood straight, yet she looked just like a zombie from a movie—head tilted sideways, expression blank. Her eyes slowly shifted to the cutting board beside the sink, where sliced vegetables lay waiting.
"Dinner... prepare... food..."
She took a slow step, then another, reaching for the kitchen knife next to the board.
Gurgle—!
Grrgle...!
But in the next instant, an inhuman, ravenous growl erupted from her stomach—far too savage for any person's gut. Her hand snatched not the knife, but the sliced carrots and onions.
Shove—!
"Mmph—!"
Her hand crammed the vegetables straight into her gaping mouth.
Crunch-crunch-crunch—!
Her teeth ground them roughly.
"Mmph—! Nom—! Mmmph—!"
Gulp—! Gulp—! Gulp—!!
Using both hands, she shoveled the veggies from the board into her mouth like there was no tomorrow!
"Mmmph—! Nom—mmph—!"
Even as her cheeks ballooned out round and full, Ayoung had lost all reason. Eyes rolled back, she kept grabbing raw vegetables, chewing and swallowing them down in a frenzy.
"More food... more...! I'm starving...!"
Not satisfied even after devouring every vegetable nearby, she scanned the room with bloodshot eyes.
"...!"
Her gaze locked on the upper shelf drawer by the sink. She yanked it open—
Thud...!
Tuna cans and processed ham tumbled out, spilling onto the floor. She snatched them up like a beast raiding a pantry.
"Huff—mmph...! Mmph—!"
She tore them open and dumped the contents straight into her maw, devouring it all like a wild animal.
Crunch-crunch-crunch-crunch—
Gulp-gulp-gulp-gulp.
The only sounds were the savage chewing and swallowing, as if a predator had invaded a quiet home.
Clang...!
"Hah... hah..."
Only after emptying the tenth can did Ayoung stop, gasping ragged breaths. The vegetables she'd bought to last days were gone without a trace. Empty cans rolled around her as she slumped to the floor.
Twitch—...!
"Hah... ughhh...!!"
Her belly bulged like that of a mid-term pregnant woman, but—
"Ahaaaah...!!"
Grrroooowl—!!
Grrrowl—!!
Squish—squish—
A bizarre gurgle echoed from the swollen gut as it rapidly deflated. Sweat-soaked fabric clung to her skin, revealing the outline of her now-flat stomach.
"Huh...?"
Something... feels off... what...?
Chest heaving with heavy breaths, Ayoung's reason slowly returned. She blinked blankly around the room.
"Ugh?!"
A sudden intense fishy stench hit her. She pinched her nose and squinted.
What the hell is that smell?!
Looking around in shock, she spotted dried white stains on the floor and the cabinet doors below the sink.
"What... I know I cleaned up..."
She muttered, then realized—
The smell's strongest from down there...?
She looked down toward the source.
"...?"
Bulge... A long, mysterious shape protruded under the hem of her skirt at her crotch.
What is this...?
Squish... squish...
Now aware of it, she felt the soft, fleshy mass wedged between her thighs.
"S-something's in my skirt...?!"
In a drowsy, half-awake voice, she gripped the skirt hem and slowly lifted it from her ankles up her thighs.
Slide— Glossy white thighs emerged, and—
Stretch...
From the glans down, a black slab of flesh as thick as her forearm dangled between her thighs.
"...!"
The moment she glimpsed it, her pupils dilated, fingers trembling wildly.
Slide— She hiked the skirt higher, up to her waist, for a better look.
Twitch... twitch...
The revealed black cock—flaccid yet thicker than most men's erections—and massive balls like those of a pig or bull contrasted sharply against her pale thighs, making the sight grotesquely erotic.
Whoosh—...!
"Eugh!"
A blast of musky male stench poured from it, forcing her to whip her head away.
Wait... a man's... dick?
Flashbacks hit: her collapsing, the black parasitic dick spewing white fluid.
"No way...!?"
She jerked her head back, face drained of color, staring at it.
Twitch... twitch...
It matched perfectly—the black parasitic dick that attacked her, now resting on her lap.
No... it can't be... no way, Park Ayoung!
"This can't be real..."
Denying reality, tears welled as she extended a trembling fingertip toward the shaft's midpoint.
It horrified her to even look, but she had to confirm.
Press...
Her finger sank into the thick foreskin—
Zing—!
"Eek!"
A hypersensitive jolt from a part of her that never existed before.
Twitch—twitch— The black cock's subtle tremors felt vividly from her crotch.
She bolted up.
"Kyaaah!! No...!! This is a lie... a lie!!"
Panicking, on the verge of tears, she screamed.
Jiggle—jiggle— The skirt fell, hiding it, but every movement betrayed the shaft's sway beneath the fabric.
It's all a dream... has to be...!
Hands shaking near her face, she flailed in confusion—
Zing——
"Hic?!"
Another headache pierced her skull. She clutched her forehead, shoulders quaking.
Alex... Parker...?
Alex Parker's life memories flooded her mind.
"Ahh...!!"
The brutal, beastly existence sorted itself in her head.
I've... been parasitized...! By this terrifying man's dick, Alex Parker...!
Reason snapped back amid the panic.
"Urk... bleeech...!"
Facing reality, nausea surged. She gripped the sink and retched.
"Huuuugh...!"
Drip... drip...
But only saliva came up. All that food had been fully absorbed as nutrients for the cock below.
"Wh-what do I do?! I'm fused with some stranger's... not my husband's... hng...!"
Fused with a criminal black man's monster cock. Guilt toward her husband Jo Jinwook overwhelmed her, and she had no idea what to do next.
"Sob... what do I tell Ara... Ara?"
Crying, she glanced toward the window over the sink. The morning blue sky had shifted to an orange evening hue.
Ara... she gets off work soon...!
Jo Ara, the nurse, always came home around this time for dinner together.
"..."
Ayoung whipped around, surveying the kitchen. Empty cans aside, mysterious dried fluids and the crotch's fishy reek filled the house like a stench.
"No... first things first. Ara has a company dinner tonight. Yeah."
Her tear-streaked face turned coldly expressionless, as if the sobbing woman from moments ago never existed. She sprang into action.
Splash— She wrung a rag and wiped everything down.
Squish...!
I'm... stronger now.
She gathered the cans into the trash, then carefully opened the window over the sink (mindful not to break it) for ventilation.
Step-step—
She hurried to the bathroom door, stripped off her tank dress in one go, tossed it in the washer—
Creek— And stepped inside.
"..."
Turning to the wall mirror, it reflected her: disheveled hair framing a face that was coldly unfamiliar, nothing like her usual gentle smile.
Click. Without reaction, she unhooked her bra, letting it fall.
Jiggle...!
Her massive breasts bounced free... shadows under them leading to her slim waist, then—
Twitch...!
Her pink panties shoved aside, the black monster cock protruded.
Even with this mismatched obscenity on her perfect feminine form...
"..."
Ayoung silently discarded the panties out the door, grabbed the showerhead, and rinsed her body.
Splash... Face, breasts, belly, crotch.
Scrub-scrub— She lathered the cock naturally, cleaning under the foreskin and balls.
This should do.
After shampooing, washing her face, brushing her teeth—erasing every trace of male musk—
Vrrr—!
Nude, she crossed the living room to the bedroom, blow-drying her body. Hair, pubes above the cock, the shaft and balls below...
Have to hide this.
First time focusing on it, she rummaged drawers.
Got it.
Riiip— She tore tape with raw strength.
Tape sideways? No, it'd show through clothes.
Squish...!
She tucked the shaft inward, balls compressed, glans near her anus.
Pat. Pat.
Tape secured the shaft to her inner thigh.
Slide— Black panties from the drawer, slipped on.
Good. No major bulge.
Just a slight mound from the squished balls. She added a white cotton tee and navy pleated skirt to her knees.
From outside, no sign of anything amiss.
"..."
At the vanity, she tied her hair, perfecting her look—then her cold face melted back to her usual gentle one. She blinked at her clean outfit, puzzled.
"Did... I change clothes?"
She remembered doing it, felt it—but that calm efficiency wasn't her.
- Women fused with a dick exhibit superior abilities beyond their original ones.
The TV announcer's words on dick fusion.
"...Did fusing with the dick...?"
Not just looks—the original man's influence might affect her. The thought chilled her.
"Hic...!"
The wrinkled balls pressing her pussy, the long shaft between her thighs felt horrifyingly real.
Tears threatened again at this unforeseen nightmare.
Hold it together. You're not a kid, Park Ayoung... you're a mom!
"...Ugh."
She swallowed her sob, rising from the seat—
Jinwook...?
Her husband's smiling photo on the vanity caught her eye.
Thud...!
"Hic...!! Jinwook, what do I do...?! Waaah!"
She collapsed back into the chair, clutching the frame, tears spilling.
"I'm sorry...! So sorry, honey...! I was careless... sob...! Fused with some weird dick... one body now! Hnng...!"
She poured apologies at the photo.
Squish...—!
But the cock fused to her crotch wouldn't vanish.
"Hic... sob..."
Curling shrimp-like on the bed, hugging the frame, she wept—
Beep-beep-beep— Ring-riiiing— Click...!
"...!?"
The door unlocked with the passcode.
"Ehehe~ Mommm~ Your daughter's home~! Mom?"
Jo Ara's voice called out, searching for her.