Mom Ravages Her Beloved Daughter with the Black Mega-Dick
[Even if your daughter has opened her eyes... that doesn't mean she's fully awake. According to the researcher from the company that made the sedative, she's only awakening about 10% of her total consciousness—enough to hear and understand language and even speak.]
So even if your daughter opens her eyes, don't be surprised and go ahead with the sexual activity—she won't remember any of it.
With those kind words, the friendly Mr. Arthur left.
"Haa..."
Even though he'd assured her there were no issues with the sedative itself, Ayoung couldn't bring herself to be purely happy. She'd thought that once the black market dealer returned, she could vent her urges on the sex workers without touching Ara. But in the end, nothing had changed. If anything, she'd only learned the slightly horrifying fact that Ara's body was transforming to become dedicated to her male root.
No... Let's think positively. There's not much difference between now and after Arthur and the black market disappeared, right? And now I even know the important fact that even if she opens her eyes while using the sedative, she won't remember the sex.
"Yeah! Time to buck up and endure again... Park Ayoung."
Clenching her fists tight and renewing her resolve, Ayoung hurriedly got up and headed to the kitchen. Dinner time was approaching—the moment when her daughter Ara would come home from work and eat.
What should I make for Ara today? She eats pretty much anything lately...
These days, Ara wolfed down at least three bowls of rice per meal. She'd never been that greedy for food even during her growth spurt years, so her overeating was a bit strange and worrisome. But as a mom, there was no reason to dislike seeing her daughter devour the food she'd made.
Alright. Egg roll, pork kimchi stew... and maybe grill some mackerel?
Pulling ingredients out of the fridge one by one, Ayoung started cooking right away.
"Hum~ hum~"
Thanks to Arthur letting her release a load of semen once, her mega-dick wasn't erecting, allowing her to focus on cooking with a light heart for the first time in ages.
Twitch... Of course, this was just a short-term effect. A futanarian's urges wouldn't be satisfied without using a woman's pussy.
Bubble bubble... Sizzle...!
As the stew boiled and the mackerel cooked, her phone suddenly rang.
Tri-li-li— Tri-li-li—
"Hm?"
Oh? It's Ara. Is she saying she'll eat out on the way home...?
"Hello?"
"Mom! Hoo... haa..."
Hearing Ara's slightly ragged breathing,
"Something wrong? You sound out of breath..."
"Huff...! Just ran home 'cause I'm starving! Anyway, passing by the mart—need anything, Mom?"
"Need something... Not really... Oh! Could you grab a bottle of oyster sauce if they have it? We're out."
"Sure thing. Ahh, so hungry! Gotta hurry and eat the dinner you made..."
Click.
The call ended with Ara muttering in an excited tone.
"Heehee... That girl. She's no different from her high school days, huh?"
Feeling a bit energized by her daughter's cheerful voice, Ayoung turned off the gas stove and headed to her room. Time to put on the codpiece right away.
Sizzle...!
Twitch...! Twitch...!
"Ngh...!"
Maybe because she'd heard her daughter (bitch)'s voice, blood was starting to flow into her flaccid male root, reigniting the erection.
Clack— Beep beep—
"Mom~! Your daughter's home~!"
The front door closed with the chime, followed immediately by Ara's bright voice.
"Haa— So hungry..."
Ara patted her slightly bulging belly and let out a big sigh the moment she stepped in. Still in her pink nurse uniform since coming straight from work.
"Daughter's ho— Oh? You're wearing a skirt?"
Spotting Ara, Ayoung immediately noted that her bottoms had changed from pants to an H-skirt that ended just above the knees, showing interest.
"Ah~ I should wear pants normally, but... I don't have any in my size for my butt right now. So the director let just me wear a skirt... Felt like dying of embarrassment, like he was spreading word about my weight gain all over the neighborhood, Mom."
"Hmm... Really? From where I stand, my daughter hasn't gained any weight at all."
"No way! My butt too, and lately my lower belly's sticking out a bit... Hoo..."
Setting down her bag, Ara pouted while groping her butt and belly.
"Sniff sniff— Hm? What's that smell... Kyaa— Mom's kimchi stew! I was craving it so bad...!"
As if her complaints about gaining weight moments ago were a lie, she flared her nostrils and rushed to the table.
Shake... Shake...
Ayoung glanced at Ara's backside, her butt area flashing by quickly.
Her butt's gotten so big... It looks like a miniskirt.
She appraised her daughter's figure as if it were the most natural thing in the world now.
"Mom! Come eat with me quick! Hurry! Hurry!"
"Not even gonna change?"
"Seriously...! If your daughter waits any longer, she might lose her mind!"
"Heehee. Alright, alright."
Chuckling at her whining just like in high school, Ayoung pulled out the chair opposite where Ara sat and took a seat.
Clatter—! Clatter—!
"Mmm—! Nom—! Haa... Mmph—!"
"Eat slower or you'll choke."
"Y-Yes... Mmph—!"
With that short exchange, silence fell for a while.
Clatter—! Clatter—!
Only the sound of utensils moving.
Munch— Munch— Gulp...!
"Huuu—! Mmph—! Mmm—!"
Just Ara's eating sounds as she stuffed her cheeks full and chewed.
Why's she eating so much...? Could this be another change because of me...?
Ara's sudden gluttony was definitely strange.
"Here, eat this too."
"Mm— Th... Thank you, Mom."
Deep down believing this was a bodily change from having sex with her, Ayoung didn't even think to stop her daughter.
"Haaa... And Mom, one more bowl please."
"...Already?"
Ayoung stared in surprise at her daughter, who'd emptied a bowl in no time and was asking for more.
"I... dunno why... But I'm still hungry no matter how much I eat..."
Seeing Ara blush and bow her head in shame,
It's not Ara's fault...
"It's fine! Why would Mom complain about her daughter eating? Here."
Feeling guilty inside, Ayoung smiled softly, took the empty rice bowl Ara handed her, and stood up.
While Ayoung was scooping more rice,
Oh! There's grilled mackerel too...?
Having focused only on the kimchi stew and egg roll, Ara hadn't noticed her favorite mackerel. She stretched her chopsticks to flake off some fish and brought it to her mouth.
Slurp...
The fishy smell wafting up hit her nose.
Fishy...?
"Urk...!"
Clang—!
She clamped her hand over her mouth and dropped the chopsticks.
Why?! I love fish...!
"Urk...! Blugh...!!"
If it was just disgust, it should've passed quickly since it hadn't touched her mouth—but this fishy stench lingered in her nose, making her stomach churn.
Gurgle—!
"Blugh...!"
As bile rose from her stomach, Ara paled and puffed her cheeks.
"A... Ara?!"
Ayoung rushed over immediately.
Whoosh—!
Swooping her up princess-style in one go.
Thud— Squeak—!
And dashed to the bathroom!
Even a grown man couldn't match this physical prowess from her own mom, but
"Urk— Uwaaack—!!"
Ara, puking into the toilet, had no room for other thoughts.
Tap— Tap— Tap—
"Don't hold back—puke it all out! You'll feel better...!"
Ayoung gently patted Ara's back with a worried face, repeating herself.
Her expression was purely a mother's concern for her daughter.
But Is this morning sickness!? Did Ara get pregnant from sex with me...? Yeah... They say regular women can get pregnant with futanarians...
Ayoung's worry wasn't just for her daughter's odd symptoms—it was laced with fear that Ara might be pregnant.
No way! No, it can't be. I've never gone raw with Ara...?
Ayoung firmly believed she'd only ever had sex with Ara while wearing a condom.
—I'm cumming in daughter's pussyyy—!! Cumming cumming cuuummiiing—!! Squeeeze—!!
—Sorryyy—! Sorry Araaa—!! Hooog—!! It's coming out agaaain—!
...But in reality, the very first time—when she took her virgin daughter Ara's virginity—the erection suppressant's side effect made her lose reason, and she'd flooded Ara's womb raw.
She absolutely can't be pregnant...! No way!
Even though she knew that fact deep down, and remembered extracting semen from her daughter's womb, Ayoung refused to accept that Ara was pregnant.
No way... It can't be...!
This bizarre self-assurance... It was because if she thought her daughter was pregnant, Ayoung herself couldn't endure it. A mental self-defense mechanism, in other words.
For Ayoung, who believed she could never let her daughter find out she was a futanarian, even considering pregnancy from her own seed was
Mom impregnating her daughter... That's too horrific, right? That could never happen between Ara and me.
Impossible to bear even for a day amid the anxiety—so unconsciously, she excluded the possibility of Ara's 'pregnancy'.
Grind...! Grind...!
Paradoxically, the thought that the bitch beside her might be carrying her seed made the male root in her codpiece throb madly, veins bulging.
"Haa... Haa..."
Drip... Drip...
Meanwhile, Ara finished puking, drooling clear saliva from her mouth.
The toilet water below her haggard face had turned a transparent yellow from bile.
But unlike how much she'd eaten, there was barely any solid content...
Gurgle... Gurgle...
The reason was the bodily change from carrying a futanarian child.
A futanarian child—at that, one inheriting the genes of a mutant extreme mega-root futanarian like Ayoung—required massive nutrients to grow.
Gurgle... Already, Ara's digestive system, upon food intake,
Sloooosh— Ssss...
Melted and broke it down mostly with special gastric acid from her stomach.
Gurgle—! Gurgle—!
Gulp...! Gulp...!!
Then rapidly transported it via enhanced intestinal motility to the small and large intestines, absorbing everything without waste—not even producing feces—and delivering all nutrients to the fetus in her womb.
"Haa... Haa..."
So even the food she'd just eaten hadn't come up except as bile—it had already moved to her intestines and been absorbed by her body and the baby in her womb.
"You okay?"
"F-Fine now... Mom... Haa..."
"Rinse your mouth first, then let's go upstairs and rest."
"Y-Yeah... Mom..."
Ara answered weakly, rinsed with the cup of water Ayoung handed her, did a quick brush and partial wash, then went up to her second-floor room leaning on her mom.
"Call Mom if you feel bad again, okay?"
"Mm..."
"Good, rest well, sweetie."
Ayoung tucked her in bed in pajamas, stroked her forehead, then
Click— Creeeak... Thud.
turned off the light, closed the door, and left Ara's room.
I put the sedative in, but she puked and doesn't look well... I'll hold back tonight.
Thinking of her daughter's poor condition, Ayoung decided to skip sex tonight and headed downstairs to do the remaining chores.
Snore— Snore—
In the dark room with lights off, Ara breathed shallowly, deep in sleep.
One hour, two... three hours passed, nearing dawn...
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Urgent knocking on the closed door, followed by
Hahk! Hak...! A... Ara? Are you asleep?!
harsh breathing and a voice calling her name from beyond the door.