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Steven certainly wasn't at fault for the fact that he and his wife hadn't been able to have sex in almost a week, and in their marriage, just one week without doing the deed really wasn't that big of a deal...at least, not normally.

If he had any idea the kind of stuff that his wife was rubbing into her skin, he would have known the reason for her sudden jump in affectionate advances, and if not for the terrible stress he was undergoing, he might have been able to answer the desperate call of her body.

Instead, after a terrible encounter with Summer, he was sitting in the basement of their temporary home in Stonebury, with a needle feeding a purifying liquid directly into his bloodstream, knowing that it would be the only way that he could possibly stop his body from transforming entirely into a sexual monstrosity.

Why did they do this...why did they send my whole family in? What were they thinking?

No matter how Tandy threw herself at her husband, his mind was always somewhere else, and even in the middle of the night, when she'd reach under the covers and rub her soft, open palm against his waiting bulge, she couldn't get a rise out of him.

It was true that stress could cause mild bouts of impotency in males, and though Tandy was aware of the fact, she never thought that her own husband would be the subject of such a tragic condition.

As he sat in the basement, praying that his curing tincture would work, he took notes about what he'd seen, the condition of the townspeople around him, and even his suspicions about his own family members; no one was off limits for him, anymore.

His wife should have been at the top of his list.

Tandy Richards was leaning over the counter in the bathroom upstairs, her face riddled with sexual frustration, and a general feeling of anger at her husband permeated the air around her.

"Ever since we arrived, he's been too busy to notice me...it's like he doesn't even find me attractive anymore!" she tried to keep her tears at bay as she opened the container of ritual oil that was given to her by Tina, her next door neighbor. "This stuff was supposed to save our marriage...but it's taking so long to work!"

The thick, gooey substance, as dark and slimy as motor oil, was slathered across Tandy's nude figure once more, repeating the ritual she'd undergone for several nights. There were changes occurring throughout her body, whether or not she noticed them, but as the oil soaked into her skin, this time around, she could actually see an immediate result.

The hair upon her arms and shoulders was always light blonde and fine, but it began growing in with a certain thickness as the oil was rubbed into her flesh, and even down across her breasts and her tummy, hair began spreading up and out like the infant growth of a healthy field of crops.

"T...this isn't quite what I was going for," Tandy admitted to herself as she felt her pubic hair, normally kept neat and trimmed, growing out rapidly from her crotch. Small trails of fur ran down the insides of her thighs, blending the look together, as she looked into the mirror and saw her incisors growing down past the edge of her top lip, hanging with a dangerously sharp curve to them. "Is this what she meant by making him attracted? Steven is going to think I'm a monster!"

Tandy thought that her husband's attraction would be put to the test in the next moment as she heard the knob on the bathroom door turning...

...But it was her son, Clyde, that entered the bathroom and gazed upon her, before immediately throwing his hand in front of his face.

" Mom! O-oh, oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! I thought I smelled something nice, and I...I...I'll just leave!"

The scent given off by the ritual oil was strong enough to radiate through the entire second floor of the home, and a mere mortal like Clyde wasn't the type to be able to resist the allure, until he was able to see the source.

Before he could turn, however, Tandy sprung up from the counter and grabbed him by the belt of his jeans, holding him in place.

"Now now, my dear child...there's nothing wrong with seeing your mother in this state. It's perfectly natural," she said, and though the back of her mind was yelling at her mouth to seal itself shut, her words continued to flow with such a tone that it was practiced, as if she were reading from the script of a movie. "Does this look appease you, Clyde?"

Captured by the corrupting aroma of the ritual oil, Clyde took in a deep breath, and didn't even realize that his member was starting to grow within his jeans. "You're...different, Mom. You've got such soft looking fur," he whispered, "And your fangs...w-wait, fangs? When did you grow fangs...?"

Clyde didn't make mention of the large, healthy bush of pubic hair at his mother's crotch, but she could feel his intense, heavy stare upon her sex, and knew that he was interested.

Her fingertips, beginning to look more and more like the ends of paws, smoothed down over her belly and spread her womanhood apart under the full nest of fur. "You can thank Tina for that...this oil that she's given me to use is really turning my life around...my skin is softer, my breasts are fuller, and my cunt is just aching for a male...Tina says that this stuff will make me ripe for having a child again!"

Unaware that his parents were thinking of expanding the family, and having no clue what was going on, Clyde felt his back foot starting to lean toward the door, but each breath he took in was another whiff of unstoppable corruption, and his mother's grasp on his belt was rapidly moving to the button on the front of his jeans, and when she'd finished with it, the zipper.

He needed to stop her, but one more breath of the tainted musk was all that it took to break his resilience, and in the next moment, his own mother had fished his cock out of his boxers, half-stiff and growing in her palms.

"Show mommy what you've been doing in that bedroom at night," she murmured, allowing the soft, smooth fur upon her palms to tease along the pulsing flesh of her own son's manhood. "I've heard you from down the hall, moaning and gasping while you play with this delicious little morsel..."

Tandy released Clyde's member and leaned back over the counter, her rump nearly dipping into the sink as she spread her legs. Her son couldn't resist gazing between her thighs, and he was shocked to see a slow, leaking trickle of arousal dripping from his own mother and spreading over the counter top as she dipped a single finger into her open folds.

If he'd been trained for such a situation, like his father, Clyde would have been able to sneak back to his bedroom, so he could try to forget any of this ever happened.

He didn't even realize that his hand was already wrapped around his cock and pumping it furiously, all while he stared into the very sex that he came from.

"That's it, baby...it's entirely natural to enjoy the company of a beautiful woman," Tandy moaned under her breath. Her thumb rolled back and forth over the slowly growing bulge of her clit, and as the oil soaked into her womanhood, she found it almost too easy to tease her most sensitive spot, as the nub buzzed awake with a new level of delicious, palpable delight. "Even if that woman is y-your own mother, you naughty little boy!"

The purest part of Clyde knew that his mother was under some kind of wicked spell, and the last remaining bits of his sensibilities were crying out to him to stop what he was doing.

The little bit of precum that spurted from the end of his cock and drizzled down over his fingertips, giving him a new sample of lubricant to work with, however, acted as the final nail in the coffin of his incestuous fate.

"You look like y-you're having fun too, Mom."

The words were riddled with quick, quiet pants, and Tandy narrowed her eyes on her son as they took on a golden-yellow hue, more in line with the rest of her physical appearance. Her left palm was wrapped tightly around her left breast, squeezing it and jiggling it playfully as two of her fingers pumped and slammed into her womanhood, rolling around in a quantity of liquid desire that was greater than any she'd ever produced.

All of this was just teasing for the main event, and those slick, juice-coated fingers slipped free so that Tandy could make a crooking motion toward her son.

A pure, level-headed Clyde would have run.

The corrupted version of him, however, moved forward on slow, thoughtless feet and stood before his mother as she gripped the base of his impressive cock with her slick, messy palm and stuffed the very tip of the length past her folds, penetrating herself with the incestuous flesh.

In the heat of the forbidden moment, Tandy didn't even know the meaning of the word 'remorse,' and her thighs quivered as she tried to wrap them around her son, even from the awkward angle that her body was resting at.

To have crossed such a line was already bad enough for Clyde, but when he felt the velvety, slick, and downright tight embrace of his mother's sex around his cock, he couldn't help leaning further forward and burying the whole length of his member inside of her. Excess juices gushed out around his dick, and his face fell forward into her breasts, giving him just a moment to suckle playfully at her tits before her inner muscles began milking at his shaft.

"Give your mother e-every fucking drop, baby..."

With a vaginal passage that was no longer fully human, Tandy was able to lock her own son into place and literally drain the seed right from his member, and as muscles clenched and squeezed around Clyde, he could feel his orgasm barreling right over the last sensibility that was left standing in the back of his mind. His hips bucked helplessly against his partially transformed mother, and cum pumped deep into her womb, soaking her insides and filling them with a generous volume as his moans were muffled by the plentiful size of her breasts, and the soft coat of fur that was growing in around her tasty nipples, as he continued to savor them.

Cum was spilling back out over the base of Clyde's shaft and dripping down from his balls as his orgasm wracked his entire body, and Tandy's own climax left her with a very luckily silent gasp; she wanted to howl with such delight that her husband would definitely have known about the act, and her pathetic, orgasmic whimpers were just enough for Clyde to enjoy as his sack clenched again and again, and his balls pumped everything they could into a forbidden womb.

The pair were resting against each other and panting for a few moments after, and when the scent of the ritual oil finally passed, Clyde was trembling...but not with any sense of pleasure.

"O-oh...oh my God...w-what did...what did we just do?!"

There was no turning back from the act, even if the corrupting oil was to blame. Poor Clyde was finally past the aroma, and in the present, he fell back from his mother and hiked his jeans up as he tried to contain the contents of his stomach.

"Clyde, y-you...you didn't know-

" What the hell did I just do?!" he cut her off with a horrified yell, and stumbled out of the bathroom as he ran for his bedroom.

Tandy remained on the edge of the bathroom counter, watching as her own child's seed bubbled and oozed from her slightly transformed cunt, dripping down over the edge of the counter top and spilling to the floor.

She was coming down from the high of the ritual oil, and shame washed over her as she realized she'd never be able to undo the damage she'd just done to her family...