Mom Ravages Her Beloved Daughter with a Black Monster Cock - Urination, Gluttony, and the Dawn of Depravity (Caution!)
The sun was just beginning to rise in the morning sky. "Mom must still be asleep..." Jo Ara, dressed and ready for work, glanced sadly at her mother Park Ayoung's closed bedroom door and the empty dining table in the dim living room.
The mother who used to wake up first every morning, turn on the lights, set the table with food, and greet her with a bright smile... "She's been different lately."
These days, she spent more time locked away sleeping than awake. Even now, trash bags that should have been thrown out were piling up by the front door, and dirty dishes were stacked in the kitchen.
"Well... I can take them out myself."
Rustle- Ara had to hurry if she didn't want to be late, but she couldn't stand it anymore. She grabbed two trash bags in each hand. Even so, at least five more full bags remained, and as she pulled them out, empty takeout containers tumbled to the floor with a clatter-.
"..."
Ara stared at them, her mouth agape. "Mom hates delivery food...?"
Park Ayoung had always shopped for fresh ingredients herself and cooked for her daughter's health. The fact that these empty containers were here, when Ara herself never ordered delivery, meant someone else in the house was.
"Come to think of it..." Sometimes, when dinner wasn't ready, she'd hand over cup ramen. And even when food was on the table, it often looked like takeout rather than homemade.
"No... don't overthink it. Mom could just be lazy sometimes, right...? Yeah. Today, I'll go shopping and cook for her."
Muttering to herself, Ara headed out to work with the trash bags in hand.
...
And silence fell over the dark, empty living room.
Beep beep— Beep beep— A noisy alarm blared from beyond the closed bedroom door.
"Mm..." The woman curled up in a fetal position twitched her eyebrows—
Rrring—!! Rrrrring—!! The alarm clock shook violently, its volume rising—
Smash—! Crunch-! ...until a fist smashed it to pieces.
"Nng...?"
It was clearly a woman's slender arm, and the punch was just a sleepy swing to the side, not even a proper hit. Yet the sturdy plastic and metal alarm clock crumpled like a crushed can.
Twitch-! "...?"
The woman shuddered once, then slowly opened her eyes—
Morning...?
With half-lidded, dazed eyes, she looked around and slowly sat up.
"Nng? Ah."
She let out a small gasp at the metal clock parts stuck to her hand. "Broke another one."
Click.
Muttering, she leaned down and pulled a new alarm clock from the shelf drawer where the broken one had been.
Thud-! The shattered remnants rolled off the shelf to the floor at her gesture.
Surprisingly, the floor was already littered with other broken clock pieces. Proof that this wasn't the first time she'd smashed one in her sleep.
"Yaaawn—!"
Now fully awake, Ayoung stretched her arms high overhead.
Jiggle-!
As her torso straightened, her breasts swayed heavily. Even without rough movement, they rippled like waves across her flesh— as if two volleyballs were strapped to her chest. Her milky skin gleamed with a sheen, and the bounce looked incredibly firm.
"Ngh- ngh. Kinda stiff...?"
She twisted her torso side to side to loosen up.
Jiggle—! Jiggle—!
Her massive tits swung left and right with tremendous force. Just two months ago, they'd been G-cups; now they were pushing past H toward I.
"Maybe... sleep a bit more?"
Despite the stretch, sleep still tugged at her. But as she moved to lie back down—
Twitch—!
"Nng! Gotta pee."
A signal from her bladder sent her sliding out of bed.
Jiggle... Jiggle...
Her breasts bounced noticeably even with small steps toward the bathroom. Wobble- wobble- Her rear followed, the lewd peach-shaped white ass cheeks rubbing against thick thighs in a sensually hypnotic sway.
Ayoung wasn't trying to seduce anyone; she just had to pee. Yet her movements screamed female allure, tempting any male instinct.
The reason lay in her current body.
Creeeak—.
"Oh my...!"
Entering the bathroom and catching her reflection, she froze.
"Hoo—..."
Soon, she smiled, palming her voluptuous breasts and ass.
"Both sides... feel bigger...?"
Her smile wasn't the pure, gentle mother's anymore.
"Heehee—..."
Lust and decadence leaked from her smirking eyes and lips.
Not long ago, she'd panicked over her body's changes. Now, she seemed to revel in them.
I'm pretty hot now, right?
She cupped her breasts with both arms or turned to pose her ass sexily.
"Nngh...!!"
Suddenly, she shuddered with a moan.
"Okay, okay. No need to rush me~?"
She looked down at her crotch and spoke.
Twitch— twitch—
There hung a flaccid black cock, dangling downward, twitching.
"Son... Mom'll let you pee right away? You're so impatient~ Heehee."
Teasing the dick with a pet name she'd only used for her daughter Ara, she stood before the toilet, legs slightly spread.
Normal women sat to pee through their urethra.
Squish-...
But futanarian Ayoung gripped her shaft—
"Ngh."
Tensing her lower belly—
Shhhh—
Urine flowed from bladder through the urethra.
Splurt-... Splurt..!
Yellow droplets splashed from the glans slit.
Spurt—...!
"Ngh..."
A long stream poured from her urethral opening. Utterly feminine body, yet peeing standing like a man— surreal.
But post-parasitic dick apocalypse, women peeing standing was commonplace.
Psst-... Pssshhh..!
"Ahh...! So much..."
Unlike other futanari, Ayoung's stream started thin, then intensified.
Splurt— Pssshhh—!! Gush gush gush—!
Like a hose spraying liquid.
"Aoooh...—"
The refreshing release of a full bladder made her eyes roll back, lips pursed in unwitting moan.
Drip... Drip...
When the endless flow finally ended with droplets at her tip—
"Ahh... I peed a ton again...?"
Ayoung shook her black monster cock lightly, peering at the nearly overflowing toilet.
Futanari had higher metabolisms, eating and excreting more than normals. But Ayoung's output exceeded even that— ever since starting the erection suppressant.
Wh-why so much pee...!?
At first, she'd been embarrassed and flustered.
"Peeing this much feels even more refreshing."
Now, she took pride in the volume.
"Maybe 'cause my dick's bigger?"
She stroked it fondly.
Yes, Ayoung knew her cock had grown. Not recently noticed, and without erections, she hadn't seen it hard. But after nearly two months on the pills, even flaccid it was 19cm— surpassing an average erect man's size. Impossible to ignore.
"Since I'm already dirty, time for a bath too~"
Oddly numb to the growth, she inwardly thrilled at her body's vulgar, slutty evolution boosting her feminine allure.
"Hum hum~ Hum~"
Splash—
Humming, she washed her housewife body that screamed fertile bitch.
"Heehee... Hee—..."
Smirking high-energy through it all, her state was far from normal.
Gurgle...
"Ah... now I'm hungry after washing."
But Ayoung noticed nothing wrong.
Step. Step.
Head roughly towel-dried, naked, she entered the living room and flicked the light switch.
Click-.
"..."
Piles of trash by the door, messy sofa, unclean kitchen. The neat-freak Ayoung would never tolerate this mess.
"Should I order food...?"
But she brushed past it casually, heading to her room.
"No one's coming, but... gotta wear something, right?"
Muttering, she approached her closet.
Click-
Opening both doors—
"...Too many clothes. Gotta toss the ones that don't fit."
She pulled out outfits— mostly gifts from her late husband or modest designs— tossing them on the floor.
"Hmm... maybe sort later."
Suddenly lazy at the stuffed closet, she rummaged.
Once spacious with simple clothes—
"Something easy... easy..."
Now crammed with flashy outfits, dresses, heels— hard to find anything.
"Ah- found it!"
She pulled out a recent casual buy: white sleeveless tank top and pink dolphin pants.
Slip- slip-
No bra, no cock cage. She slipped them on.
Jiggle-...
The crop-like tank draped over her massive tits like curtains, exposing deep cleavage via the neckline and navel.
Bulge-..!
Thick thighs made the pants hug her ass like panties, the uncaged midsection blatantly outlining her hefty cock.
"Nng... kinda tight?"
Outrageously slutty attire that would make onlookers blush, yet she felt nothing odd.
Thud-!
"What to eat today~?"
She plopped at her desk with the latest PC, grabbing the mouse and humming.
Click! Click-!
PC on, she clicked rapidly, expertly entering a password to bypass security.
"Whoa! New arrivals?"
Under the "Black Market" site header, she ogled this week's luxury women's fashion.
"Buy this... and this too?"
Click- click-
Anything she liked, instant purchase.
Alex Parker's near-infinite B-coins filled her wallet. All her closet stuff, delivery food, high-end PC— Black Market buys.
"Love it, but closet's full. Buy a new one too?"
Muttering amid her shopping spree sating "material lust"—
Grrrowl—!
"Oh right... was gonna eat. Me."
Hunger hit; she switched to the food section.
Gulp...
"Family-size pizza... sushi for four..."
Swallowing at the screen, she ordered everything.
"When's it coming...? Only 30 minutes passed?"
She fidgeted obsessively, checking the clock.
Ding dong-!
"Coming!"
Thud-!
She bolted to the door at blinding speed.
Creeak—
"Hello, customer."
A blonde woman held pizza boxes and sushi sets. Ayoung beamed.
"Arthur!"
Snatching the pizza first, she opened it—
"Mmm—!"
Stuffing a slice in, heedless of Arthur watching.
"..."
Arthur watched the rudeness impassively.
"Your ordered clothes and items will arrive in two days."
"Mmph mmph— gulp.. Haa... Yeah, thanks? Oh! Leave the food boxes on the shelf. I'll eat this first then take 'em."
"Understood."
"Mmph-."
As Arthur replied, Ayoung shoved in another slice.
Thud.
Arthur set the containers on the shelf per request, sidelong-glancing Ayoung's body from head to toe.
Abnormally developed breasts and hips. Bulge-.. And that ever-growing crotch mound.
"Customer."
"Mmph... gulp.. Yes? Something, Arthur?"
Tomato sauce on her lips, she asked back.
"Did you read the instructions for our erection suppressant before taking it?"
"Instructions? Of course! Oh, perfect— running low. Can I order 10 more sets?"
"Yes. But when taking it, you must—"
"Pfft— am I a kid? Been on it weeks. No worries!"
Ayoung waved off the warning, eyes on food.
"...Understood then."
Clank.
Arthur left.
Gulp-.. Gulp-..
Ayoung devoured the family-size pizza on the spot.
Thud-.
Tossing the empty box—
"Sushi... and the rest."
Tranced, she hauled the containers to the kitchen table.
"Mmm— mmph— gulp..! Mmmph..!!"
Chomp chomp chomp...
She spread it all out, grabbing and stuffing whatever was handy.
"Mmmph..!!"
Cheeks puffed like a blowfish, still cramming food through her lips.
Gulp-.. Gulp-.. Gulp-..
Half-chewed lumps slid down her throat nonstop.
Groooan..!
Her flat belly ballooned with incoming food, swelling to pregnant size.
"Huff— huff— mmmph—!"
Eyes rolled up, breathing through nose— she never stopped swallowing.
Utter loss of restraint, reminiscent of her mindless state when first parasitized by Alex Parker.
So hungry... hungry... eat more...!
But unlike then, she was fully conscious— eating by her own will.
Gulp-..
"Haaa... just a bit more... just a little more."
Over 10 person-portions down, yet her brain demanded more.
Her body craved massive energy to grow muscle density and flesh.
Gulp-..!Gulp-..!
Thus, insane intake. A normal person would burst.
Shhh— slosh— slosh—
But Ayoung's body adapted first: enhanced digestion, villi gripping food like traps, extracting nutrients.
Stored energy funneled to breasts, ass, crotch— growth only. Daily binges, yet no flab on arms, legs, belly— just healthy curves.
"Huff— mmph—-"
Finally, she'd crammed it all in.
Gonna... puke...
Throat full, food piled to her gorge— impossible to swallow more.
...Hungry... hungry... hungry...
Brain's relentless command.
"Nnguuuh..!!"
Gulp—!
"Haaa— haaa..."
Last bite down, she panted heavily.
"Haa... urgh.. haaaa..."
Slumped in the chair, half-lidded eyes trembling.
Twitch—! Twitch—-!
Her belly protruded like full-term pregnancy, packed solid.
Creak..!
At the root of her caged flaccid cock inside the dolphin pants—
Crack—!! Crraaack—!!
Veins bulged as if erecting hard, only to subside repeatedly.
"Hooo... hooo.. urgh.."
Her pent-up lust exceeded 50 days' worth.
Average futanari ejaculated 6 times daily; elites 10. Her backlog was inhuman— beyond sane endurance.
Grrroooowl—..!!
"Haaa.. nngh! My... stooomach...!"
The drugs forced it down, so she couldn't be normal.
Unreleased lust manifested elsewhere: gluttony, sleep, shopping, excretion.
Her restraint matched her libido's scale—
Twist... twist...
"Gotta... bathroom...!!"
—Grrroooowl..!!
"Eeeek!!"
...gone.