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It was unclear whether Kyle or his mother was in a greater state of shock.

"...Y...you can't be serious..." Kyle said, his voice a low, somber groan as he looked down at the cum stained face of his own mother. He'd simply covered her, and he couldn't begin to fathom how ashamed she felt to have raised such a twisted child.

While Kyle knew it wasn't entirely his fault, he put the blame exclusively on himself, even when he heard his younger cousin giggling at the sight of mother and son looking horrified about what had happened. "For how much you were enjoying yourself a few minutes ago, you sure look like you've just seen a ghost, Kyle."

"Why...why is she here like this? How did this happen?!" Kyle exclaimed, his voice equal parts shock and anger as he turned and glared at Sarah. She was smiling as cutely as she could, of course, trying to deflect any disdain from her person. "And what the hell do you mean, 'my father is having fun with Ms. Schafer?'"

"You've been able to tell that something was weird about this place since before you got here, I bet," Sarah claimed, and she was right on the money. "Your parents didn't much care, but I could see it in your eyes, the moment that you arrived...you thought this place was a little strange."

"This is more than a little strange, Sarah! Y-you just...you just made me cum on my mom!"

"I didn't make you do anything, my dear cousin," she replied, giggling quietly at the way that Kyle could look so fearful, even when he was the one who'd turned into a beastly werewolf. "You just did what came natural to your new body...and your father is doing the same thing just next door."

"My dad would never cheat on my mom. You don't know what you're talking about!" Kyle shouted back at her, and despite his ferocious appearance, she didn't so much as flinch. After all, she was capable of the same transformation, and worse still, she was much more experienced with that form. "None...none of this is real! I'm still in the car, dreaming about getting here! This is just a nightmare!"

Sarah crossed her arms over her plump, pregnant tummy and sighed sarcastically. "Oh, Kyle...this is no nightmare. This is a dream come true, and I'm a little hurt that you're rejecting our generous hospitality."

"Giving your family members a handjob isn't hospitality! It's just fucked up!"

"So, things are a little bit different around here...we have to learn to embrace different cultures and customs, Kyle. It's wrong to judge people just because they're different than you are, and thanks to what you've just done...your mother will be just like us, soon."

Despite it being so obvious, somehow, Kyle didn't realize that Sarah must have already been a werewolf, herself, but no doubt, she was every bit as tainted as Kyle was, and thanks to the cum that was still dripping off of his mother's face, her fate was sealed, as well.

"Help me change her back," Kyle demanded. "Tell me how to change her back!"

"There's no cure for this, cousin. There's no antidote. The sooner you embrace your new form and allow it to fulfill you, the sooner you'll feel a whole lot better about what's coming next."

Sarah had confessed to Kyle that it was her own father who impregnated her, but he was still feeling delusional at that moment, and while that feeling hadn't faded too much, he realized that he wasn't just convincing himself it was false, anymore. It was a terrible truth, and if he could infer anything, he had a feeling that he knew the next step in his werewolf initiation.

"...I'm not doing it."

"Doing what? Embracing your wild side?"

"No, I'm not going to fuck my mother. That's what they made you do to your father...well, I'm not giving in so easily!"

Kyle was strong in his convictions, and what he'd done already was more than a step too far. He'd have to learn to live with the consequences of his actions, but just from his outburst, Sarah could tell he wouldn't be so easily swayed.

"All right, Kyle. You win...I told Ms. Schafer you'd be impossible to turn, but she didn't listen to me. There is a way to change yourself back and keep your mother from turning, but you'll have to do exactly what I say if you want to save her...do you understand?"

It was almost impossible for Kyle to trust his younger cousin after what she'd done, but there was literally no other option for him. He couldn't go to anyone and tell them of his story, he couldn't make a break for the city limits, and he was much too far from home to make a cry for help. Even if he felt like he couldn't, he had to trust Sarah with his life, now, and pray that there was still some scrap of good in her soul.

"Just...tell me what I have to do, Sarah."

"First, remove the gag from your mother's mouth."

Kyle reached down and found his strength to be superhuman, as the tiniest tug with his clawtips was enough to easily rip the gag to shreds and pull it from his mother's mouth, despite the buckles that kept it in place. "Mom, I...I'm so sorry about this..."

Tina took a few moments to catch her breath, and Kyle was sure that she would admonish him for what he'd done, but when she looked up and saw a creature who was truly remorseful for his actions, that being her own son, no less, she didn't have an ounce of hate in her body for him. "You weren't in control, son...it's...it's okay. This is all going to be okay. We're stronger than this as a family, and we're going to move past it all. As soon as I'm free, I'm going to march over there, get your father, and we're going straight to the police about this!"

"You might want to reconsider those words," Sarah cautioned, as she reached over her vanity and pulled a crystal from the center of it. "Look into this scrying crystal...if you see the truth of your husband's plight, Aunt Tina, it'll keep you from changing, and your son will turn back to normal...but you cannot look away, and if you attempt to free yourself, I'll smash the crystal and keep the both of you like this, forever!"

The same of being trapped by her own niece was something that Tina wasn't sure that she could bear, but to save the life of her son, and possibly her husband, she'd be willing to try anything. "Just let us see it, Sarah...and pray that I have mercy on you when I'm out of these God-awful ropes..."

Grinning just a little bit, Sarah held the crystal aloft, and as the light overhead poured through it, an image began to play before the mother and son, one that showed Jeff Walton in a room by himself, relaxing with Ms. Schafer in her impressively large house.

Watching as hopefully as they could, Kyle and Tina looked on, as they saw Ms. Schafer closing the door to her bedroom and locking it. Though Kyle remained steadfast, the hope immediately washed away from Tina's face as she saw her husband sitting on the bed in front of the older woman...she was approaching him quickly, and her expression was one of pain.

At least, it was supposed to be. "It's just...it's just not fair, Jeff! To see Carla and Sarah pregnant as they are, while I have to sit back and only wish that I could have another offspring...it's a fate that's simply too cruel to bear!"

A proud father of a single child, Jeff Walton had never considered having another kid, and he found the way that Ms. Schafer spoke to be a little strange, but he also knew nothing of what she was really like, or the terrible act that had occurred just one house over. "I'm very sorry to hear that, Ms. Schafer. I know that women at your age aren't nearly as likely to conceive a child, and if I'm not mistaken, there's not a Mr. Schafer?"

"There isn't anymore," she confirmed. "He's been long gone, and my children have all since grown up and gone to start families of their own. I just wish I could know that feeling of being a mother again...to be so filled with love, and know that a life was growing inside of my tummy; I know that you can't fully understand it, as a man, but there's something so very special about feeling their little legs kicking inside of you, and the subtle throb of their heartbeat as their body grows within you."

The conversation was just a little uncomfortable for Jeff, who had only agreed to join Ms. Schafer in private under false pretenses. She said that she had a secret surprise to keep from Carla and Frank, one that she didn't want slipping through the walls, and yet, here she was pouring her heart out to Jeff, who could only sit and feel a little uncomfortable, thinking that there was nothing he could do to help.

He didn't know how wrong he was about that.

"I really am very sorry, Ms. Schafer, but there isn't anything I can do, other than offer you my condolences," Jeff admitted, unaware of the grand plans Ms. Schafer had for him. "So if there's nothing else, I should probably go back and help ou-

"There is...one thing," Ms. Schafer suggested, as she paused to think of it. She didn't seem to care that she'd cut Jeff off in his words. "I do dearly miss the feeling of a newborn baby sucking the milk from my breasts...if you could, just once, Jeff, I would never ask for anything from you, ever again."

Jeff was too stunned by the request to reply. He could never imagine cheating on his wife, and something like this was well beyond the boundaries of his marriage. " Ms. Schafer! How could you make such a request of me!"

"It'll only be for a moment," she explained, as she began to slip her dress down and away from her swollen breasts. She wore no bra underneath, and despite her age, her bosom was full and swollen with milk, something that Jeff had only ever seen in his wife's chest before. "Just one, tiny sip, and I'll let you back into the other room."

There was no motivation for Jeff to do what Ms. Schafer was asking of her. He didn't get anything out of the deal, other than getting to play with the breasts of an older woman, and he wasn't entirely keen on that, anyway. Her expression was so pitiful, however, and the air about her was so broken that Jeff felt a horrible sympathy for her, and could only imagine what he would do if it was his own wife in her place. He hated to see anyone in such pain, even someone who was still a stranger to him, and based on the way that she carried herself, Jeff worried that she might even be in the early stages of dementia. It was hard to tell exactly what was wrong with her, but Jeff couldn't rightly call the police on her, given her age and position, and he didn't want to call out to anyone else in the house; they might not understand what they found.

"...For one second," Jeff repeated those words, as he leaned forward from his seat on the bed and sealed his lips around the full, erect nipple on Ms. Schafer's left breast. He had no idea that his son and wife were watching closely, their faces twisted up in horror as Jeff's cheeks sunk in with one quick suckle, something that immediately coated his face with regret. His winced his eyes shut and pulled back, gasping for air as a plentiful amount of milk spilled forth, just from that subtle touch, and he gulped it down to keep himself from choking. Even as he moved away, excess milk spilled down from Ms. Schafer's breast and stained her dress, showing off just how much volume she truly carried.

"I would think a grown man would be able to hold his milk, but it seems you've still got some learning to do, Mr. Walton," Ms. Schafer taunted him, as she allowed the rest of her dress to spill to the floor in a pool of crimson threads. "One little gush, and you're already a terrible mess!"

Jeff was still coughing at random as he tried to clear the last of the milk out of his throat. It was strangely sweet and warm, not at all what he had expected, and he was immediately overcome with guilt at what he'd done. "T-that...that can't be normal! Ms. Schafer, you need to get to a doctor, right away! A woman your age shouldn't be lactating, especially without any prompting! God...jeez, I...I need to get outta here. I need to go tell my wife what happened, right now, and get the hell out of here!"

"Leaving so soon? The fun is just getting started!" Ms. Schafer declared, as she stepped closer and closer to the king sized bed in her massive bedroom. "Besides, it doesn't matter if you leave now or not...it's already too late for you to turn back."

To take a drink from the flagon of milk in the fridge meant that one would transform into a werewolf in due time, usually over the course of a few hours.

To drink it straight from Ms. Schafer's supple, overflowing breasts was a death sentence to your humanity.

Jeff immediately felt his ears traveling north on his head, and his lips, as he tried to cry out, began jutting away from his face rapidly. The shape of a muzzle took in mere seconds, as opposed to the longer transformations of his niece and nephew, and his teeth shot down from his gums into deadly, razor sharp fangs in the next instant.

"You see, Jeff, your visit this weekend wasn't for the reasons we said, but it was certainly no accident. My family is growing once again, and yet, I'm not lucky enough to be the mother of any new werewolf children, so I needed someone from outside of the village to breed me properly," Ms. Schafer began to explain, her voice a completely nonchalant drawl, in total contrast to Jeff's constant yelling. "My body has been crying out every night with a need to be filled, but your brother in-law and your son were already claimed, which left only you to satiate my desires."

Fur sprouted up from Jeff's already hairy flesh in massive clumps, and the gaps between those spots were quick to fill. It moved along his body life a flowing river of hair, until the flesh beneath was entirely buried, and Jeff fell off of the bed as he felt his skeletal structure literally melting inside of his flesh. His bones broke down to a dusty, calcium fortified liquid and moved around in his body as the flesh at the base of his spine stretched out to accommodate the coming of his tail, and his hands grew wide and thick as claws sprouted out form his nails.

It was a horrifying process to watch at such a rapid rate, as Kyle and Tina looked on helplessly, but Ms. Schafer kept entirely calm, even as Jeff shuddered and trembled on the floor of her bedroom. "I'm actually quite fortunate that fate decided you should be mine, Jeff. You're turning into quite the lovely specimen, and I can't remember the last time such a young, virile beast had his way with me," she teased, letting her words taunt his ears as she tried to flood his mind with images of her sexuality. His eyes were winced shut with the pain of his rapid transformation, but as they crept open, they were a burning shade of gold, no longer anywhere close to being human, and they were focused right on the naked woman before him, as if he were going to pounce her...but he was fully under her control, thanks to the influence of her corrupting milk. "Now then, Jeff, it's time for you to declare your obedience to me, as your new wife."

Such a thing would have been well beyond Jeff's imagination before, happy as he was in his relationship with Tina, but his old mind was fading fast, replaced by the corrupted essence that was flooding every inch of his body. "My n-new wife?" he still managed to ask, though his voice carried with it an ethereal echo, as if his vocal chords were an entire orchestra, rather than a single violin.

"That's right, Jeff. You're mine now, and I want you to prove it," she said, as she gestured toward the crystal on the dresser in her bedroom. "Your old wife already watched you suck the milk right from my breast. She knows you did this to yourself, willingly, and that you want to take me as your lover...so why don't you just tell her that, yourself?"

Jeff knew that it was already too late to try and cling to whatever fibers of humanity he could find. The better part of him was gone and faded, replaced by the beast that he now saw when he looked into the crystal. "It's...it's true," he grunted, speaking in a human tongue, but with a deep, thick voice that was purely canine. His transformation was already complete, as his tail wagged slowly behind him, and his cock began to grow free from the protective flesh of a lightly furred sheath of black. "I want you, Ms. Schafer...more than any other woman in the world..."

"Not good enough," she snapped at him, as she climbed upon her bed and rolled over onto her back, spreading her legs at such an angle that Kyle and Tina would be forced to see the spread, glistening lips of her womanhood. "Tell her that you're going to knock me up, right here in front of her...tell her that I'm better than she is in every possible way!"

Without a proper mind to process what he was being told anymore, Jeff was quick to jump up on the bed after her. He looked down across her nude, eager body and his tongue lolled out from the side of his jowls, showing just how excited he was to try his first foray into her body. "I'm gonna do it," he replied quickly, the tone of his voice changing just slightly as the topic of sex dominated his thoughts. "I'm leaving you, Tina...leaving you behind so I can fuck Ms. Schafer and impregnate her, whenever she wants me to...she's smarter than you, funnier than you, prettier than you..." Jeff trailed off, as he lowered his hips, and Ms. Schafer lifted her own to meet with the transformed werewolf, until the tip of his cock slipped inside of her sex with the kind of ease that was so entirely soothing. "And she's a way better fuck than you are!"

Gritting his fangs and slamming his hips forth, Jeff verbally and physically trampled on the sanctity of his own marriage, and on the other end, Tina felt the most terrible mixture of heartbreak and arousal as she watched her husband, now a massive, girthy wolf, pounding his cock deep into the folds of a desperate, older woman. Even the sounds carried through the portal of the crystals, and Kyle tried to flatten his sensitive, canine ears as he heard the lewd sound of vaginal juices being squeezed out of Ms. Schafer by the thick, powerful presence of his own dad's cock.

There was no escaping the moment, however, as Sarah held the crystal and watched, grinning at the sight of her cousin and her aunt trembling the way that they did. She knew it must have been a harrowing experience for them, but she felt it was one that they would appreciate, when all was said and done.

Ms. Schafer certainly did, as she threw her head back into the thick, fluffy pillows upon her bed and cried out in ecstasy for her new, canine lover. In the other parts of her house, she knew that Jack, Carla and Frank were grinning with the knowledge of what was going on upstairs, and likely getting into their own incestuous trouble as the mating continued. "Ooooh, gods yes! You're a big, thick wolf, aren't you, Jeff? Fuuuuuuck me, th-that's it! That's what I've been missing! Y-yes... yes!"

Crying as if the crystal were recording her performance for a home video, Ms. Schafer bucked her hips back against the massive werewolf that tore through her sheets with his claws and bit down on her shoulder, keeping her body in place so that he could simply ravage it. Knowing that his former wife and son were watching only made his hips slam into her body that much harder, as her inner walls stretched and strained to accommodate as much of the thick, impressive cock that they could, to the point that her labia made a nearly perfect circle around the very base of the flesh, right where the bulge of the knot began.

For any woman, such a passionate romp would be a thing of beauty, but for Ms. Schafer, it was something even more, as she knew it would mean that she could finally be a proper mother again, when Jeff's body finally gave out. She kept waiting and waiting for him to climax, expecting his performance to be truly canine, both in ferocity and nature, but somehow, he continued to last longer than her expectations, until she began to lose count of her own orgasms. Under their bodies, the bed was stained with each and every gush of female ejaculate that sprayed from her sex, not to mention the excess that had gotten stuck in Jeff's fur, right around his crotch and his lower tummy.

The bed would be completely soaked through before they were done, and Tina finally forced herself to look away as she felt the start of her own transformation, and as wise as she was, she figured out the truth; watching that crystal was never going to save her, or her son. Their fate was sealed the moment that they pulled into town.

"Gimme, Jeff! G-gimme that fucking cum...don't make me wait! M-make me a mother again!" Ms. Schafer demanded of her brainwashed werewolf, who was growling in deep, inhuman grunts as he completely wrecked her body. Her inner walls could barely cling to the filling, canine shaft, and her womanhood was stretched to the very brink when she finally felt the knot bulging forth, threatening to split her in half. " YES! T-that's what I need! Fill me w-with you puppies, Jeff! Fucking fill me! she cried out, as her demands were finally met. Her body was screaming at her to stop abusing it, but she ignored the plea and wrapped her arms around Jeff's lower back, forcing his knot to tie with her body so that his cum wouldn't leak from her.

The burst of volume was so great that Kyle thought he could see the bulge in Ms. Schafer's tummy as Jeff poured his essence into her from thick, swollen orbs. His sack was quite massive in his werewolf body, and even with the knot acting as a plug, thick, white seed spurted free and oozed out over the bed as Jeff pinned Ms. Schafer to the bed with his weight, keeping his throbbing member inside of her for the entirety of his long, drawn out climax. No matter how much he seemed to have, there was always one more fresh burst of cum to follow, and Ms. Schafer giggled the entire time as her vaginal walls were completely painted with virile, productive ejaculate.

A line had been crossed that no one in the Walton family could come back from, and Kyle was fearful of what might come next as the display from the crystal finally disappeared. He was at a crossroads with himself, unsure how he should feel about what he saw, but that became the last of his concerns as he saw the first stages of his mother's transformation.

She's still your mother, he thought, as her body very, very slowly began to take on more of the canine qualities that he already had. What dad did doesn't make this okay...s-stop...stop thinking like this!

The internal conflict was painted across Kyle's muzzle, and Sarah was already excited and aroused for the show that she knew was coming soon.