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Mom's Making Changes

For Kacacarrotcake

By Draconicon

When Iggy had gone to school for his degree, he had expected to graduate, come home for a few months, and then move out. That...wasn't what ended up happening.

The young stingray sat on his mother's couch, staring straight ahead as he watched the news. He still couldn't quite put his finger on why everything felt so strange, but he knew that something was off. Something was not how it had been when he had left for his degree, and his mother still hadn't told him what had changed.

Beyond the fact that she was now a high-ranking exec in Magi-Tech Inc. when she'd been little more than a tech, and a temp tech at that, when he'd left, there was the fact that the city felt...different. He had felt it the first time when he pulled off his pants on the bus when they crossed into the city limits, and he had felt it again when he had gotten off the bus, gotten groped, and not minded it.

And he even felt it now, sitting there in the nude, both of his cocks thrust forward, his dicks throbbing as he watched the anchorwoman on TV getting fucked by her co-anchor. His eyes were fixed on her swaying breasts, staring at them as they almost hit her microphone over and over again, watching as her pussy dripped slime between her legs, as her partner filled her again and again.

I don't remember...

Iggy started thinking that he didn't remember watching something like this before, but what else could he have watched, really? It wasn't like the world would have been that different before going off to college, right?

He honestly didn't have an answer. All he knew was that he was more turned on watching the news than he ever remembered being before going off to school.

Leaning back, the purple-and-blue stingray stared at the TV, his white hair flicked over one side of his finned face. His twin dicks, shaped like rods with a slightly thicker base, a thinner middle, and then a hook at the tip, were both dripping wet already. They were begging for him to take hold and just rub one out, but -

Ring ring ring.

The phone. He reached over without thinking, tapping the button on the side to answer it.

"Hello?"

"Hi, honey. You doing alright?"

"Yeah, mom, I'm fine."

"Good. Now, I know that you were a bit worried about making money since everything is topsy-turvy right now -"

"Please tell me that you didn't hook me up with an interview. You know that they hate that."

"No, no. That's next week."

"MOM!"

"Don't worry, it's just with a friend. Besides, you have a meeting with me today."

He blinked, sitting up on the couch, pulling his phone out of where it had slid between the couch cushions. As Iggy flicked through his calendar, trying to see what he'd forgotten, his mom continued to talk.

"Just come down to the office, okay? I've got lunch ordered and everything, and we can talk a bit about your future."

"I did go to school for a reason, you know. I might not have graduated, but I still got some of the certifications."

"I know, I know. And I'm sure you did amazing. Just humor me, okay? Love you, see you soon."

Click. The phone went dead, and he stared at it.

Goddammit, mom...

It was embarrassing enough that he was having a problem finding a job, but having his mom calling around to find one for him was worse. Sure, she might have been a big name exec, but that didn't mean that she could just pull strings like that all the time. He needed to do this on his own.

And what was this about a meeting?

Groaning, he got to his feet, putting the house phone back in its cradle while putting his cell phone...well, he didn't have a pocket, but the damn thing was waterproof enough. It slid into his cock slit well enough, sitting between the two rods and getting a bit steamy. It'd work as a phone holster until he got to her office.

As soon as he walked in, his mother waved for him to come forward. Just like him, she was as naked as the day she was born, and yet, there was no awkwardness to it. There was just this feeling of being...rather intimate, in a way that most people really wouldn't be with family. He felt like he should have been a bit embarrassed at having a hard-on still when he walked into the office, but there wasn't much that he could do about that.

Instead, he sat down on the chair across from her, and he looked at her with a slight blush on his cheeks. His mother was, well, hot. She had a large set of breasts, big enough that he swore that she had gotten them augmented somehow, and she had the same sort of hips that he had seen professional porn stars brag about. The fact that she had a pair of cocks just like his didn't make things any better; if anything, that only made it easier to imagine her taking charge and -

Iggy shook his head, not letting that particular fantasy get any further out of hand. The last thing that he needed was to start thinking about that while they were having lunch.

"Pizza?" his mom asked, the other stingray passing him a cardboard box. He took it with a nod of thanks.

As soon as he pulled out a slice, his mom hit him with something that almost made him drop it.

"I want you to apply for the position of office whore."

Iggy might not have dropped the pizza, but he sure as hell had a spit-take that nearly took the computer across the desk offline. He coughed and sputtered, shaking his head and thumping his chest.

"W-what was that? Mom, what the fuck?"

"I want you to apply for the position of office whore," she repeated, smiling.

"The fuck? Why?"

"Because you'd be good at it. And besides, it's not like I can get enough of you while I'm at home, can I?"

"I - what?"

"Iggy...surely you've noticed by now?"

"..."

"Well, I guess you seeing through the magic was a bit much to expect. Still, with that whole questioning thing..." His mom sighed, shaking her head. "There's been changes. You know that much?"

He nodded.

"Good, then I don't have to go that far. You see, your mom is in charge of a lot of things now...a lot more than you'd expect. In fact, I think you could say that your mom rules the world, or at least enough of it for nothing else to matter." She got to her feet, her twin dicks laying over the table, dripping slightly. "And that means that I get to set the rules. And one of those rules is that every department gets its own...let's call them 'morale officers', shall we?"

"..."

"Come on, Iggy, you're not slow. Keep up with mommy, here."

"I'm...trying, but mom, this is...that's..."

"Nothing more than the fantasy that you've been holding, honey."

"I never fantasized about that!"

"Didn't you?" she asked, slowly walking around the desk, soon standing behind him, her breasts on his head and making him blush from the weight of them. "Didn't you imagine coming into my room when I was sleeping, and fucking my...oh, how were you thinking of it...that's right...My 'fat, bouncy ass' until you 'creamed it like a donut'?"

His cheeks burned hotter than he could ever remember them doing in the past. He tried to squirm into his seat, tried to disappear, but there was no way to get out from under the boob hat that pinned him in place.

Even as he tried to squirm, his mother leaned forward, pressing her breasts more firmly to the top and back of his head, her hands running down along his body, stroking him from his chest down to his groin and then back again.

"If you sign up for that position, then not only do I get to fuck you - and trust me, dear, you have a delicious ass of your own - but you get to fuck me...all day long, if I ask you to..."

"Mom..."

"Iggy. Tell me honestly...do you really think that you can resist that temptation? Do you really think you can resist all of me...of my assistants...of every man, woman, and everything in-between on this floor? Because if you become the office whore, that's what you'll be getting...and that's what you're turning down if you refuse."

He blushed hard, trying not to think about the stacked orca that worked just next door, or the Dalmatian woman that was always begging for massages from her interns, or the big horse that worked just a few offices down. He had seen all of them in the past, and now...now he was imagining them naked, and imagining himself either over or under them...and it was hotter than he wanted to admit.

His mom's fingers wrapped around his cocks, teasing the tips ever so slightly with her longer nails, her sharp teeth nibbling along his neck.

"All you have to do is apply, Iggy...mommy will take care of the rest."

"W-why?"

"Why? Heh...isn't it obvious?" She kissed his neck. "Mommy loves her little boy...and she wants much more of him..."

The End