There were some things that parents just aren’t meant to do. Things that foster resentment and frostiness between parent and descendant. Invasions of privacy, emotional manipulation, helicopter parenting, unfair rules and restrictions based with no logic behind them, instead based solely on the will of the parent to control their children. Of course, if you asked Cecilia Devis, parent to Nikki Devis, she’d gladly inform you that it was her utmost duty as a parent to invade her child’s privacy.

For nineteen long years, Cecilia had forced and manipulated Nikki at every turn, all in the name of boosting her own ego, of dominating Nikki for no other reason than for the fact it made her feel powerful to have that control, to have say over every single part of Nikki’s life, to try and shape her into a mold of what Cecilia herself wished she was, a mold that Nikki would never fit in.

Of course, this is a fallacy. Parents will never be able to make their children fit into this mold. They cannot even truly maintain control over their children, they have but 18 years of tyranny available to them before the child can legally vanish from their lives.

This is just what Nikki Devis does on her first day of being an adult. Frustrated and burning with years of resentment, she gathers her personal belongings in the dark of night, scrawls a nasty, but utterly truthful message on the wall of her bedroom in permanent marker, and flees from her childhood home, eagerly packing her suitcase in a trunk and greeting the friend from school that has offered to shuttle her out of the province and provide her with temporary shelter. She doesn’t say a proper goodbye and only joyous laughter is to be found, not a tear to be shed.

Of course, Cecilia wakes up, she rages and calls the police and does everything you’d expect of a person like her. But Nikki is an adult now, every person besides Cecilia that the police question is adamant that NIkki isn’t missing and is just off living her own life now, making it abundantly clear that Cecilia is freaking out for no good reason. The cops leave as Cecilia shouts at them, driving off and quietly joking in their cruiser about “Karens.”

Sadly, as many children like Nikki can tell you, Nikki isn’t quite free of her controlling mother just yet. Insane parents don’t act logically, and in their enraged state, they won’t stop at anything to once again have the child that has scorned them underneath their wing once more. That is where our story starts.

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The street is quiet as Cecilia pulls her car up to the address she’s uncovered. It’s not the dead of night, instead it’s an overcast day, 2 in the afternoon. The area is quiet at this time, for day shift workers are toiling away at their jobs and night shift workers are sleeping soundly with blackout curtains drawn and earplugs in to dull any noises of the day. It's prime time for Cecilia’s plan.

The address is a short, rather raw looking concrete apartment building. It’s only three stories high, with aging air conditioning units mounted on a facade that has seen many cycles of sunlight, rain, and snow.

Cecilia eases her SUV into an out-of-the-way parking lot a little further down the street. Nikki would be coming home with her tonight, Cecilia is sure of it. It’s been 14 months since Nikki disappeared on her 18th birthday. Cecilia has scoured every corner of social media, stalked her daughter’s friends, bullied and badgered her way until she finally, finally got an address.

She feels vindicated as she puts her car into Park, smiling at her successes and grasping at her purse, stepping out into the badly maintained lot. Within her red leather purse, a novice lockpicking kit dwells. Cecilia has spent the past 14 months consumed by the goal of bringing her daughter under her control again. She’s watched lockpicking tutorials on youtube, bought all the required tools off of mildly shady sites, practiced for hours and hours so she can have an easy avenue for when she finally learns her daughter’s whereabouts.

She walks down the street, a scowl twisting her face as the wind blows into her well-maintained blonde locks and buffets her thin, bony frame. It’s not that far of a walk before she gets to the apartment building. The lobby doors easily admit her. They are supposed to be locked, so as to prohibit anyone from just walking in. Cecilia hadn’t accounted for that.

However, luck seems to be on her side. Through means unknown, perhaps the local hooligans one expects would come with such a run-down building, the lock on the door is broken. The cheapish metal is warped and twisted likely by some dumbass who takes out their frustration on inanimate objects.

She jogs up the dusty staircase, repeating the number of her daughter’s apartment, floor three unit fourteen under her breath. Her heeled boots clack loudly as she proceeds up the stairs, but no one is around to take any notice. Perfect.

It’s no time at all before Cecilia finds herself before the finish line. The door to her daughter’s apartment is dirty at the bottom, the number plate is missing the four and is dented, and dim lighting buzzes loudly in the hallway. She glances around, but the building maintains the status of being deserted and quiet except for the occasional far off shout or loud TV.

She unzips her purse and removes the lockpicking kit, clinking her way through the pins, muttering to herself as she works and glancing around in paranoia at being caught in the act of breaking in. However, no one makes a sudden entrance into the dingy hallway, and eventually she hears the final pin give a small click and the tension release from her tools.

She pushes into the apartment slowly, wincing as the hinge creaks loudly. The apartment is dark and silent, curtains drawn. She scoots past the threshold, listening closely for any signs of life in the small space, but hearing none. Emboldened, she steps fully into the apartment and closes the creaky door softly behind her, twisting the lock shut with a hollow thonk.

A fan has been left running in the corner of the living room, quietly puttering away in eco mode. Cecilia slowly drifts through her daughter’s apartment, eyeing the space with interest. It’s dingy and not bursting with personality, all quickly-acquired secondhand furniture and thrifts. The fridge in the kitchen hums quite loudly, a couple polaroids featuring Nikki and some familiar faces pinned to the front of the fridge with small cutesy magnets. Some of the faces in the images are unfamiliar, and Cecilia pauses a moment to critique them and their outlandish styles of dress in her head. All dark colours and tomboyish outfits. Cecilia tsks in dislike.

She settles down on the sofa, bursting with nervous energy, excited to surprise Nikki with her presence and drag her back home, where she obviously belongs. She crosses her legs, waiting.

Waiting.

And Waiting.

Cecilia taps her foot in annoyance, face curled into a sneer. She hadn’t planned for Nikki not being here, or not arriving soon. It’s been at least an hour she’s been sitting on the ragged sofa with odd stains and small holes in its fabric. She’s become aware of a mild skunky smell that she can’t quite place the origin of, but it tickles her nose and makes her irritated.

Bored out of her mind, she decides to resume her snooping. Well, Cecilia wouldn’t call it snooping. She just has a right to know what’s going on in her daughter’s life. She’s her mother after all.

She opens up the door to Nikki’s bedroom, peering into the space. A heavy scent of perfumed herbs and candles wafts out of the room. Cecilia hates those, she had always prohibited them from being brought into her house. She ventures further into the room, again shutting the door closed behind her.

The room is small, just enough to house a wardrobe, a full-sized bed, and two end tables on either side of the bed. There is a window on the wall to her right, again covered with a heavy curtain to obscure the light. She plods forward to the wardrobe with curiosity, opening a drawer and striking gold on her first try. A small booklet and pen is within, and the booklet clearly labeled “Nikki’s journal”. Cecilia smirks in triumph.

She plods over to the bedside table with the booklet in hand, reaching to turn on the lamp. The mechanism is a bit fiddly to use, but the light eventually pops on and she stands up straight again, moving to gently sit on the bed, eagerly opening the booklet up.

And that, out of all the mistakes Cecilia has made today, has been the largest one. As she cracks open the book, an eerie pinkish light bursts out of the pages. Cecilia has a moment to shriek and lurch back, but it’s too late for her.

Her entire world swoons, stomach churning. Cecilia feels as if she is suddenly falling, book absent from her grasp and her body twisting through the open air. She screams shrilly, eyes still blinded and closed tight from the sudden flashbang-like light that has burned into her pupils and caused a deep flare of pain within her head.

Her inexplicable fall suddenly stops, as she collides with an odd, soft ground, the air in her lungs getting forced out in a great whumph. She blinks rapidly, heart beating a mile a minute and eyes still dazzled, and takes a moment to breathe heavily, adrenalized and shaken. Her vocal cords are sore from her sudden yelling, and she swallows thickly.

Eventually, the dazzling light imprinted on her eyes fades, and Cecilia can finally examine her surroundings. The ceiling is familiar, she is still in Nikki’s bedroom. But she can immediately tell something is off, and the answer blasts itself into her mind.

Nikki’s bedroom is huge now. The full-sized bed has gone from something small compared to Cecilia’s queen-sized bed at home, to a huge expanse that could fit a football field or two. Cecilia blinks in shock and awe, turning to face the rest of the room. She immediately picks out the small booklet, now closed and resting near the edge of the bed, as if tossed there carelessly. It’s no longer a small booklet though, and the half inch thickness is twice as tall as Cecilia is now, towering over her. Cecilia’s clothes are gone, too, leaving her naked and bared in the vast expanse.

Cecilia has been shrunk. Her clothes have vanished. Unbeknownst to her, Nikki has long taken an interest in the Occult. And in this world, lurking in the dingiest corners and hidden from public view, magic is real. Magic is powerful, and Nikki, stepped on and bullied her entire life by her very family, has craved that power. Used it to protect things important to her from ever being tampered with. Like her journal, in which she writes all she knows about spells and esoteric incantations.

Cecilia’s awe at her new surroundings (and quickly growing fear) is soon stamped out by something very important. There is the rattle of keys and creaking of a door, easily audible through the thin walls of the cheaply-built apartment building. Cecilia freezes up, utterly lost on how to react. The door to the apartment slams shut, lights clack on with the flipping of light switches, some heavy weight that sounds like a bag thonks down on the floor. Cecilia cowers, edging away from the booklet and throwing herself to the ‘floor’, the comforter of Nikki’s bed. It’s purple, and has a salty scent to it that speaks of a need to be laundered.

Eventually, Nikki bursts into her room, and it’s as if she is a force of nature. She’s not especially frenzied, but agitated, stepping heavily enough that Cecilia can feel the force reverberate in the room. Her daughter is huge, the most massive thing Cecilia has ever encountered, bigger than any skyscraper. At the same time, she covers the distance from the door the edge of her bed in but a few quick steps that do not bely her size. Cecilia shivers in fright at her looming stature.

Nikki is clad in a skimpy black crop top, an undone flannel shirt, and a short plaid skirt with knee high socks on. Cecilia would have never allowed her to dress in such a way, but for once she doesn’t feel empowered enough to come out and scold her daughter. Instead, she pulls the loose fabric of the comforter a bit closer to her body, shivering in adrenaline at the presence of such a large, breathing lifeform. Nikki dominates the small bedroom, an intense smell of perfume and sweat easily reaching over to Cecilia nestled in the comforter.

Nikki’s massive form is turning, then, again quicker than anything that huge should be able to turn. And then, before Cecilia can even begin to flee, the massive form of her daughter has begun to fall backward towards her bed. Cecilia shrieks and tries to move away from where she’s nestled in the bedspread, but it’s too late to do anything.

Nikki’s massive form flops onto the bed like a meteor striking earth. Cecilia is instantly launched away from the comforter, and she can’t keep a scream from blasting out of her mouth as weightlessness takes a hold of  her. She tumbles through the air, body spinning and limbs flailing as the mattress’ rebound to Nikki’s weight sends her on an arc directly towards her daughter’s gigantic body.

Soon enough, she loses her velocity and begins to fall down. The arc of her fall is sending her straight towards the bare abdomen of the enormous Nikki. Cecilia scrunches her eyes closed, preparing for impact. She smacks into the smooth skin, air being forced out of her lungs for the second time that day.

This close to Nikki, Cecilia’s nose is immediately assaulted with the scent of her daughter’s body. It’s not that intense, it’s only her daughter’s abdomen after all, but a vague scent of salt and deep musk is present. The skin is warm, and small twitches that Nikki doesn’t even realize she’s making make it hard for Cecilia to gain a footing. Nikki breathes out a heavy breath, and her abdomen lowers as a consequence, giving tiny Cecilia a sickening sense of downwards acceleration, like an elevator going down. Nikki breathes in again, and Cecilia is nearly tossed from her feet once more as the unstable surface of her daughter’s stomach bucks again.

“Fuuuuck…” Nikki’s familiar voice booms out louder than ever before with a hint of weary exhaustion, causing Cecilia to quickly slap her hands over her ears and wince at the volume.

“What a fucking day, christ…” Nikki moans out in torment. Her booming voice shakes Cecilia’s entire existence, the small muscle movements she makes as she stretches out on the mattress buck Cecilia’s world harder than any bull ride. Cecilia screams and yelps and feels utterly overwhelmed, but none of her screams reach the ears of her gigantic daughter.

For a moment, Nikki just seems to lay upon her bed, breathing heavily and staring up at the ceiling. Cecilia starfishes upon the belly of her daughter, trying her best to stop being tossed about by this enormous force of being. Eventually, Nikki seems to still a bit, and her breaths are not nearly so deep and heavy. Cecilia is able to pull herself up, gazing in the direction of her daughter’s head.

The view is completely blocked by her daughter's bust. She blinks in astonishment at the mounds far in the distance that rise to what must be twenty five times her current stature. The veritable mountains shift upon Nikki’s chest with every breath. Cecilia looks down in embarrassment and humiliation at her position.

“Don’ even wanna shower… fuck it…” her daughter’s voice, even drowsier now, reverberates through Cecilia’s body, shaking her lungs within her chest. And then Nikki is suddenly bringing down her massive hands to the waistband of her skirt, threading massie thumbs twice as thick as Cecilia is tall beneath it. Nikki then lifts her hips up from the mattress in a move that sends Cecila sliding downwards toward her sternum. Cecilia turns and desperately tries to grip at anything, but even Nikki’s peachfuzz, huge at this size, is too soft and slippery to give her something to grip to.

Nikki pulls her skirt away, wriggling and grumbling as she uses her legs to kick it away. Revealed by this is Nikki’s underwear, red and lacy, but additionally something else that shocks and confuses Cecilia to her core.

As Cecilia, tossed near the sternum of Nikki, glances up, she gazes upon her daughter’s panties and finds them filled out by a huge, inexplicable bulge. Stretching out the front and running towards the left side of her daughter’s crotch, a thick meaty form is obscured by the red panties. Cecilia’s mouth drops open. It doesn’t make sense. It makes less sense than her suddenly impossibly shrinking. Cecilia has seen her daughter naked before, she had to help bathe her for years for christ’s sake. Nikki had never had a cock.

Confusing and surprising, right? Well, let’s just say, the Occult is a pathway to many abilities some would consider… unnatural. In the 14 months since being freed from Cecilia, Nikki had gotten into a relationship with another practitioner, and they both discovered that they quite liked Nikki spelling on a new, well, appendage. Nikki would even say she’s grown so acquainted with her magicked-on penis that she would feel upset at ever having to spell it off.

Cecilia, of course, doesn’t know any of this. She doesn’t have any time to meditate on this surprising information, either. Nikki has gotten her skirt off by now, and is sitting up so she can take off her shirt. Cecilia is forcibly shoved from trying to comprehend her situation, her world beginning to tilt. She gradually starts to slide down in the direction of Nikki’s panties, a panicked drawn-out yell falling from her lips.

Nikki is sat completely up now, and is tossing her crop top and jacket away, leaving her in only nothing but a matching set of underwear. Cecilia is still sliding as Nikki leans forward. The hem of the panites looms closer and closer, Nikki’s bulge, flaccid and held against her navel by the panties, is four times Cecilia’s quarter inch stature in height and looms like a massive hill more and more as she draws close.

Nikki leans forward just a bit more to peel off her knee high socks, and that is what seals Cecilia’s fate. As Nikki leans forward, her panties, made loose by days and days of containing her thick bulge, move away from her skin just enough to create a gap. Cecilia, an overwhelming sense of dread overtaking her, sails straight through that gap.

She’s immediately plunged into the strange world of her daughter’s panties. It’s dim red inside,  lit vaguely through the fabric of the panties. It’s overwhelmingly warm and moist like the rainforest. And it smells. It’s a deep, hormonal musk, like someone has been fucking in the area for hours and hours. It overpowers any of Cecilia’s thoughts and forces her brain to restart and her thoughts to stutter. Her descent finally stops, her tiny form slamming into the thick spongy mass of her daughter’s flaccid cock.

Cecilia cries out and recoils. She can’t even. She couldn’t have ever anticipated something like this happening to her. The fact that this is her own daughter at the same time makes it all even worse. She feels like she’s on the edge of a panic attack, effortlessly dominated by the most mindless movements of her daughter’s gigantic body.

Her world shifts again in a swoon of motion. Gravity slams her from laying upon the massive penis to laying upon the soft red fabric of her daughter’s panties. Nikki has turned her body and has begun to crawl toward the head of the bed, seeking to cocoon herself under the comforters. Cecilia slides around in her loose panties, gaining a first row seat to the subtle motion of Nikki’s massive cock as she shifts her weight.

Nikki pulls away the covers and eagerly scoots towards her sheets. The movement sends Cecilia careening towards the left side of Nikki’s panties, where her huge uncut cock head presses against the fabric. Cecilia crashes into the giant girl’s cock once again, this time much closer to the head. The pheromonal musk is even stronger here, and she feels as if she can barely breathe, the air is so thick and warm and heady, it transcends the scent of any orgies or normal lovemaking, it is oppressive and overbearing 

Eventually, Nikki’s movements slow as she cocoons herself within her blankets. She reaches to turn off her bedside light, yawning, and relaxes into her bed after a long day, sighing contently. It’s only mere moments before the exhausted girl has fallen asleep, hugging tightly at her blankets with a soft smile on her face.

Within Nikki’s panties, Cecilia finally has a second to cope and think. Nikki is no longer shifting around and moving, and Cecilia finally begins to feel the adrenaline leave her body, feel her heartbeat slow. Her thoughts slowly return, but with their return, Cecilia finally has the brainpower to truly take in her surroundings.

It’s very dark and she feels as blind as a bat. Beneath her cowering, shaking form, Nikki’s heartbeat can be felt. A steady thump thump, thump thump, that is nearly audible to Cecilia’s ears at this size. Cecilia tries to take deep breaths and think through the situation, but this only brings more mouthfuls of Nikki’s intense, sexual scent. Unbidden and absolutely out of her control, she feels a vague sense of arousal begin to rise as one of Nikki’s veins thrums heavily beneath her. She chokes out a gasp of horrified embarrassment, but all this leads to is another regretful gulp of the profusely powerful scent.

The pheromonal scent infiltrates her brain. Outside of who Cecilia truly is, outside of her free will, there is a deep natural part of her brain that recognizes that Cecilia is close to an absolute icon of human sexuality, something sexually indomitable. It sends shocks of arousal through her body even as her logical mind rebels and screams. It edges into her mind, irresistible thoughts of pleasing herself that she can barely repress. 

Cecilia chokes out a gasp, feeling her face flush. She needs air, clean air. She vaguely knows the direction of the hem of the panties, and she forces herself to reach out and grasp at the smooth, sweaty skin of her daughter’s penis.

It’s one hand after another as she crawls along the hot skin, pressed tightly between the meaty mass and the soft silky fabric of the panties. She can barely tell if she’s going the right way in the dark, but she follows the prominent vein that moves gallons of blood beneath her legs.

But that’s when a new problem arises. Cecelia is small, yes. But Nikki’s cock is the most sensitive place on her body. It can feel her tiny hands grip and pull at the skin, and it loves it, it loves those tiny little touches. Cecilia doesn’t know it, but she’s climbing just off to the side of Nikki’s massive, bulging urethra, heading right towards her sensitive frenulum.

Nikki is maybe thirty seconds into her slow crawl upwards, when Nikki’s cock lurches upwards in a sudden pulse of motion. She yells out, unheard, and quickens her pace, grabbing rougher and faster at the warm skin, her arms burning, not at all used to being exerted so much.

The vein beneath her that she’s been faithfully following begins to beat faster and gorge up, spreading her legs apart further and burgeoning insistently into Cecilia’s bare vulva, which has moistened beyond her control. Her clitoris, bewitched into erection by Nikki’s powerful scent, drags against the burning hot skin and sends an awful, taboo arc of lighting up her spine. A burning need has made itself known in Cecilia core. She whines in torment, shaking her head and focusing on making her climb to the clean air she needs to clear her head. This is her daughter!

Nikki’s cock begins to lurch and throb more and more beneath Cecilia. Nikki herself hasn’t even realized anything yet. Erections in night time are something she is long used to by now. She goes on sleeping, unaware. Nikki’s cock however, is awake and needy, it is teased by Cecilia’s miniscule weight and tugging. It throbs more and engorges with blood and meaty thickness. It fills out more and more and presses insistently into the fabric of Nikki’s panties, demanding fulfillment, demanding pleasure.

Cecilia is struck suddenly by the realization of how much it has changed within Nikki’s panties since she began her climb. It burns hotter now, hotter than a sauna. Veins beat thick, pushing around untold amounts of blood. The vague, nearly inaudible drum of Nikki’s heart has grown to a loud thrum that she feels in every part of her body. She can hear the vast amount of blood pulsing through her daughter’s penis, a dull rush of liquid. Cecilia struggles more and more to continue her climb as she is increasingly crushed between the fabric of Nikki’s panties and the hardening cock. The pheromonal scent has grown more clouding, more bewitching, as if it knows that it is the time for sex and is flooding into every area it can.

Cecilia makes it perhaps twenty grasps of skin more before she cannot move anymore. The entire, massive cock beneath her beats a steady beat like a drum, pushing her into the fabric of the panties, the fabric which is now stretched incredibly taught around the beastly cock. Cecelia buries her face in the warm skin of her daughter cock in defeat, immediately regretting doing so as the musky skin dominates everything she can smell and sends an intense twinge of arousal to her loins.

It’s maybe ten or twenty seconds from that point that Cecilia finally has a chance at salvation. Nikki’s cock is fully erect and trying as hard as it can to get free. Her foreskin has fully unfurled, in fact Cecilia finds herself right upon the frenulum, the most sensitive part of a penis. In a last ditch, embarrassing attempt, Cecilia forces her arms forward one last time and pulls as rough as she can at the sensitive skin.

“Mmm…” Echoes down from far away. Cecilia’s world shakes again as Nikki wriggles in sleepy pleasure. It’s not much, but the movement is just enough. The elastic hem of the panties slips away from the head of Nikki’s cock that all at once, the upper half of her cock popping out of the panties and the elastic band snapping to rest much lower on Nikki’s huge cock.

The air clears slightly, and the weight of the panties is finally taken off Cecilia’s back. Nikki’s cock drifts, inching across her abdomen to lay right in the middle of Nikki’s abdomen. The motion is sudden and sickening, and Cecilia grips at Nikki’s cock in terror. The massive appendage reaches what must be an inch past her belly button, it is throbbing and twitching, begging for pleasure. Nikki’s covered breasts loom high and far away in the distance, creating a tent beneath her blanket that allows her huge cock to beat freely, the upper half unrestration from any fabric.

It is still very dark under Nikki’s blanket, and there is still a massive throbbing cock dominating her existence, but her head clears slightly as she goes from being confined within the panties to the much larger space beneath the blanket.

She breathes heavily and is rewarded with cooler air, although Nikki’s musk still dominates anything she can smell. She shakily begins to push herself up, hoping to stand and finally walk, walk and find a way out. She comes to her knees, legs weak and twitching with her traitorous arousal, and then stands up.

And that’s when it all goes terribly, terribly wrong, and the beginning of the end starts. The cock beneath her would not let its victim go so easily. It swells and gives a sudden lurch, causing her to fall heavily right back on to Nikki’s most sensitive part.

“MMmmm…” Rang out again. Cecilia clutches at the moist cock skin, scared at what could happen next. And the worst thing possible happened. Cecilia felt her world begin to tilt as Nikki began to roll over in her sleep.

Cecilia screams and grasps at the skin as tight as she can, feeling her stomach churn and swoon as her daughter’s unaware movements once again dominate her. The cock twitches in arousal at her touch, keeping stiff and hard as Nikki’s roll continues.

Her world tilted more, and more. Cecilia is hanging off at a wretched angle, like a rock climber scaling a deadly ridge. And then…

She falls. Cecilia screams as her hands lose grip. She tumbles through the air for the third time that night, and impacts Nikki’s sheets after a moment. She has only a moment to breathe, and then Nikki is finishing her roll, laying on her stomach and bringing the tip of her cock to rest. Right. Beside. Cecelia.

The massive tip pressed down into the mattress, only an arm’s length away from Cecilia’s prone form. She stares up, terrified at this massive, world-destroying sexual organ of her daughter. It was tall, so tall, five times her shrunken height. It was oh so wide, seven of Cecilia could have laid perpendicular to it. It dominated her world. Cecilia’s everything was her daughter’s cock at this moment.

Her massive pisslit was as tall as Cecilia herself, it could gobble her whole and it looms high above her. And the smell, oh the smell. It truly destroyed Cecilia with its power. She drops to her knees before her daughter’s massive cock. Her mind was broken, nothing could make her recover from this, from the pheromones. She doesn’t even realize her hands are snaking down to toy with her clit, to explore her vulva. She bares herself, before this goddess, before this godlike cock, this icon of sex.

She throws herself upon it, driven insane, licking and grasping and pawing at the sensitive glands. It lurches in delight and pleasure, and Nikki’s moans once again shake Cecilia’s existence. She submits to the pheromones, she licks and kisses and bathes herself in the wonderful musk of her daughter, giving herself to this force of nature.

And Nikki’s cock takes it all, pulsing in approval. Nikki, still mindlessly asleep, not even in the throes of a wet dream, instinctually bucks her hips and humps into her mattress. The cock suddenly shoots forward, stampeding over Cecilia with no trouble. Nikki moans, drooling on her pillow, as she thrusts into her soft bed sheets. It was barely even about Cecilia’s touch anymore, it was simply time for Nikki’s cock to take what it pleased.

Cecilia yelps as she’s buried under the massive cock, but she doesn't stop, instead she just grows more frenzied, she punches and slaps and bites and yet it is nothing compared to the strength of Nikki’s cock. Precum bubbled out of Nikki’s massive pisslit and flowed thickly down to cover her bedsheets and her tiny body. Cecilia bathes in it, she loves it, she licks it from her daughter’s burning hot glans and shoves a hand slathered in it to explore the folds of her vulva, inserting a finger within herself and moaning in pleasure. 

Nikki’s moans grow louder and louder. Her bucking grows stronger. Her cock beats down upon her mother, beating her with revenge for all those years of control, all those years of narcissism. It crushes down onto Cecilia with so much weight that she can't do anything but be the victim the the tiny, unconscious movement of Nikki’s hips..

And then, Nikki’s beast gives one final massive lurch, it swells larger and harder than ever before. Nikki reflexively pulls her cock backwards, allowing Cecilia one final glimpse of her amazing cock. Cum rushes up her thick urethra and bursts out of her piss slit, her cock bucking and twitching and shaking and sending amazing fireworks to her unconscious brain.

Cum floods over Cecilia in an indomitable wave. It bursts over her like a cannon, forcing her back. It snaps her neck back with a lance of pain even as it forces all the air from her lungs for a final time. Nikki moans and moans, writhing into her mattress. Her load is huge, flooding her crotch with more than 10 ten shots of thick, pearly cum.

Cecilia opens her eyes and tries to scream as the salty cum burns at them, she can’t hear anything besides the rushing tides of cum and the thrumming of her daughter’s massive beast. Her open mouth is quickly flooded with cum. She tries to spit it out but more cum simply forces itself in. A need for air desperately grips her, but it would not be granted. Cecilia yearns to be free of her daughter’s massive load but it does not happen, all of her panicked squirming accomplishes nothing, she is but a tiny fly stuck with a massive puddle of cum created by her horny daughter. She needs to- she needs to-

And then, Cecilia Devis was no more. She would no longer control Nikki Devis ever again. Nikki was free to live the rest of her life as she pleased.

~~~

Nikki cracks her eyes open slowly, greeted by a dark room that spoke of deep night. She yawns, thinking to herself that she must have gotten home from hanging out with her friends and been tired enough to go right to sleep.

She sniffs slightly, and removes her comforter. It becomes immediately apparent that she must have had a wet dream when she was sleeping, as her crotch is coated with her pearly white cum. She smiles slightly at the site, but confusedly tries to wrack her brain for what must have caused it.

She knows she must have had one, but usually she remembers her wet dreams, and this time she doesn’t. Oh well, a bit of a shame but still fun. She drowsily reaches over to her bedside table, tugging free a tissue and using it to mop up her little mess. Well, it wasn’t very little. She must have been very turned out.

Unseen by her, the tissue picks up the dried, cum encrusted body of her asshole mother. She tosses it into the garbage bin beneath her bed. She’ll never even realize what had happened. Her mother would be reported as a missing person and police would come to question her, but she didn’t care for the woman. It was all in her past.

Nikki went on to live a very happy life with her friends, studying the Occult and cultivating an amazing relationship with her girlfriend. She’d never look back.