Mom Ravages Her Precious Daughter with a Black Monster Cock – Early Body Modification
"Mom! I'm heading out~"
"Alright. Don't forget to take care of yourself, okay?"
"Jeez, Mom, I'm not an idiot! Don't worry so much. And..."
Thud! Spinning around, Ara took a step closer to Ayoung.
"Like I always say, the one who needs to be careful is you, Mom? You seem even prettier lately! Are you secretly using some fancy new skincare or something?"
"Skincare? And prettier? Come on, I'm just getting older."
"No joke, for real! Your skin's got this glow, and... your body's looking even sexier somehow."
"Don't make stuff up just to tease me. Hurry up and go already, or you'll be late."
"Late? I'm not a student anymore... Though even as an adult, Mom still babies me. Fine, I'm really going now!"
"Have a safe trip."
Clack! Waving goodbye to Ara as she rushed out, Ayoung stared at the closed door for a moment.
Smoothly, she brushed her cheek.
"Prettier? As if."
She let out a soft scoff and turned toward the balcony.
First, fold all the laundry... then hit the market...
Ayoung mentally sorted through her chores as she slid open the glass door and stepped onto the balcony. She gathered an armful of dried clothes from the rack.
"Heave-ho."
It was far too much for one woman to handle alone, but Ayoung— no ordinary woman— scooped it up effortlessly in one go.
"Alright then..."
She knelt gracefully in the living room and began folding the pile in front of her.
Her hands moved with familiar speed, starting with the towels.
"Ngh...!?"
Suddenly clutching her chest, she groaned and doubled over.
Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!
"Haa... haa..."
Her heart pounded wildly, heat surged through her body, and cold sweat poured down her skin.
"Again... with this..."
This wasn't the first time. She clearly knew about these bizarre symptoms.
It's because of that pill...
About a month ago, she'd started taking the "Futanarian-exclusive erection suppressant." It had completely solved the problem of her dick getting hard.
Is this a side effect? My body keeps heating up...
But in exchange, bouts of feverish heat and throbbing all over her body came and went.
"Haaa... First... the pill..."
Leaving the unfolded laundry where it was, she hurried to her room.
Slide! Rustle!
She opened the drawer under her vanity, pulled a pill from the packet, and—
Gulp— gulp—
—washed it down with the water she'd set out.
"Haa... haa... fuuu..."
After sitting for about ten minutes, her heartbeat slowed, the heat faded, and her body returned to normal.
The packaging didn't mention easing these side effects, but she'd discovered through trial that it worked on the episodes.
"...If only there were no side effects, it'd be perfect. Still, way better than getting erections and acting weird."
Feeling better, she headed back to the living room to finish the laundry.
Step— step—
Gotta get these chores done quick...
Step after step.
Why am I so sleepy...?
Stumble...
She stopped in front of the laundry pile.
"Yaaawn..."
Ayoung let out a massive yawn.
"...Do I really need to do this now?"
Her face went slack as she muttered it, standing there before the heap.
I don't wanna. Too annoying.
Suddenly, folding laundry felt utterly loathsome.
There's canned stuff in the pantry, and ingredients too... No real need to shop, right?
Not just laundry— she piled excuses on shopping too, inventing reasons to skip it all.
The diligent Ayoung of before would never think like this, but dominated by her "sleepiness," she—
"Guess I'll just nap a bit today..."
—ignored the laundry and yawned her way to the bathroom to wash up.
Shh...
She stripped off her plain yellow cotton tee and ankle-length skirt.
Clack... thunk.
Her hands undid the black chastity cage wrapping her dick too.
Whoosh— swing!
The black cock, fixed between her crotch and thighs, flopped forward.
Not the powerful upward thrust of full erection— more like a limp slab swinging heavily.
Droop...
With her pill-suppressed dick dangling, she stepped into the bathroom.
"..."
Turning silently to the mirror.
I kinda look...
A beautiful woman with drowsy, everything's-a-hassle eyes and black hair cascading to her back stared back.
...sexy.
Her pristine nude body gleamed.
Sweat made her flawless, transparent skin shimmer.
Sway—
Her full, round breasts held a perfect teardrop shape, no sag at all.
Twitch— twitch—
The pale pink areolas and nipples at their centers looked untouched by motherhood.
"My breasts... bigger again?"
Squish—!
Ayoung murmured as she kneaded the underside of one breast.
She'd always been busty for her age— a solid 65G cup— and it had stayed that way from teens to twenties.
Breasts growing... Is this from the parasitic dick too?
Lately, they'd swelled to H cups, forcing her to buy new bras.
From big tits to undeniable massive tits.
Squish— squish—
Skin's elasticity is unnaturally good...
The addictive feel— soft sink, then bouncy rebound— had her unwittingly groping both breasts over and over.
The suppressant numbed her erogenous zones too, so no lust, just hooked on the texture.
Lower down too...
Slowly— her hand trailed from under her breasts to her belly.
...Abs?
Not fat, but no workouts— her soft belly should have some pudge, yet it bore defined 11-pack abs like an athlete's.
My whole body's changing.
Her waist had slimmed to near-zero side fat, hips widened to ideal birthing shape, thighs thickened with luscious, mare-like meat.
Smooth— she turned slowly, craning back to check the mirror.
"Mmm—!"
At the sight of her glossy, apple-shaped white ass—
Slap—!
—she grabbed it with both hands.
"Especially here..."
Her eyes narrowed awkwardly as she eyed her reflection's rear.
Twitch— twitch—
Each squeeze made the flesh jiggle.
Boundaries between lower, side, and upper cheeks sharply defined, curved voluptuously— like a South American model's, huge, firm, cock-teasing perfection, no sag.
Her old ass had been big but with some droop, not this gym-sculpted uplift.
Now? Same pale color aside, the gap was everyday woman versus sexy model.
"Haa... Now I get why Ara said my body's sexier."
Any woman might thrill at such allure, but seeing herself as "mom"— faithful to her late husband— Ayoung just sighed at the future hassle.
Futanarians were horny as hell, and they didn't spare fellow futas from their lust.
Definitely gonna have women... no, futas hitting on me.
Lately, high school girls, office workers, rich housewives— all sorts had asked for her number or confessed.
—Sorry... I have a daughter.
She'd refused sweetly each time, but stalkers got—
—Get lost!
—a savage glare from Alex Parker's memories and top-tier futanari intimidation to send them packing.
"Gonna get even more annoying... Or is this princess syndrome? Pathetic for my age."
Whoosh—
Muttering drowsily, she showered off under the growing sleepiness.
The pill dulled her zones— touching them brought no old sensitivity.
Wiping her dick absentmindedly—
"You're the only thing that hasn't changed, huh?"
—she chatted with the now-familiar shaft, kneading it.
Squish— squish—
Hardest hit by the suppressant, she could barely recall what erection felt like. No arousal from touch, so she toyed with it during baths sometimes.
"Sorry for forcing you down... But I'll keep you clean."
Like tending a son, she spoke softly, peeling back the foreskin and scrubbing every crevice of the glans with delicate fingers.
"Fuuu..."
Shower done, she wrapped a towel around herself and emerged.
The lines above were purely feminine.
But—
Bulge.
—her crotch tented the towel round and heavy, impossible to hide.
"Now that I'm clean... time to sleep..."
Ignoring the laundry pile entirely, she entered her room.
Clack!
Locked the door.
Shh...
Dropped the towel.
Flop!
"Mm..."
She sprawled starfish on the bed and closed her eyes.
Lately, she'd overheat or sweat buckets sleeping, so nude and locked door was routine.
Snore...
Mumbling sleepily, she passed out instantly into shallow breaths.
Snore... snore...
Ayoung's quiet breathing blended with—
Tick. Tick. Tick.
—the clock's seconds.
One hour, two...
Time passed.
Twitch... twitch...
Suddenly, the limp black dick atop her crotch began quivering.
Shhh...
Blood surged into stagnant lower veins.
Bulge— bulge— shhh!!!
Rapidly swelling, flooding her groin.
Twitch! Twitch!! Twitch!!!
Rattle rattle rattle—!
The black cock trembled madly, slowly lifting its head!
Crunch— cruuunch...!
Tiny veins popped along the upright shaft's surface.
Crunch... crunch!!
Fueled by endless blood, those veins thickened into ropes.
Throb—!!
Soon, her groin cock stood rigid as steel, skyward in full erection.
Crunch!
But not quite maxed.
Twitch—! Twitch—!
Cruuunch—!!
Beyond normal limits, blood poured in, spongy tissue ballooned, shaft veins burst purple— glans and all turned dark crimson, swelling further.
Writhe... writhe!
Throb— throb—
No human erection— beast-in-heat or monster levels of terrifying hardness completed between her thighs.
"Mm..."
Despite the massive change below, Ayoung slept peacefully.
Throb!! Throb!!
Normally, such a hard-on would wake her with lust or wet dreams.
Snore... snore...
But the futanarian suppressant blocked blood rush and numbed sensation and desire.
"..."
Daily doses left her groin as insensate as if anesthetized.
One question arises: If desire's numbed, why's she erect now?
This drug only "numbs" sexual desire—it does not "resolve" it.
Users should use leisure time after dosing to release built-up desire.
Ayoung had missed the second sheet of instructions for the "Futanarian-exclusive erection suppressant," detailing precautions.
Desire doesn't vanish— it stores. Must be "resolved."
If stored too long without release...
Writhe—...! Writhe—...!
...like now: During sleep when the drug weakens, built-up lust triggers erections.
Equivalent to a month's no-fap or no-masturbation.
Throb—..!! Throb—..!!
Alex Parker, who lived by his urges, had massive libido— amplified as futanarian.
Cruuunch—! Cruuunch—!
If semen produced, her balls would balloon fist-sized, erupting wildly in sleep, alerting her.
Twitch...— twitch...—
But suppressed, her balls just quivered under the erect shaft, producing nothing.
"Mm..."
Under these conditions, Ayoung oblivious to nightly erections and accumulating lust.
Does a dick that erects but makes no semen affect her? No.
Her body's recent feminization tied directly to this.
Twitch.. twitch..
Unable to make semen, her balls diverted energy to internal Leydig cells (testosterone producers).
Shhh!!!
Mass-producing male hormones.
Throb—! Throb—!!
Those hormones flooded only the dick, boosting its function.
Cruuuunch—..!!!
Alex's already huge cock grew like puberty 2.0 from constant hormones.
Month ago: 16cm flaccid / 25cm erect.
Now: 18 / 28.
Throb...!!!
Thicker girth, stronger rigidity— grotesque erect form with hammer glans and veiny ropes.
"...Ngh..."
She thought it unchanged during baths (men see their own from above, seeming smaller; futanarian rule applied, illusion intact).
Twitchtwitchtwitch—..! Throb—! Throb—!
"Ngh... mm..."
Unbeknownst to her, nightly sleep erections fueled hormone-driven growth.
Shhh—..!
Body balanced hormones: Ovaries pumped equal female hormones.
Bulge—! Bulge—!
"Haa... haa..."
Spreading to breasts and ass, making her more "bitch."
"Haaak... haak..."
Sweat poured as areolas/nipples maximally puffed.
Drool— driiiip—
"Haak! Haak!!"
Milky skin flushed red, rain-like sweat, back arched, clutching sheets in spasm.
"Ahaaaak—! Nngh...!!! "
Metabolism maxed from growth turned her body furnace-hot.
Slowly...
Plop.
Time passed; erection deflated, dick and nipples softened.
Flop—..!
"Nng..."
Exhausted from changes, she sank into deeper sleep.