'Ring, ring'
As the alarm rang, a young boy woke up from his sleep.
Last night he got sleep while jacking off to the image of his sister in underwear.
He stopped the alarm and looked at a notification in the screen of his phone.
"Congratulations! You have been selected by the PIHC to wield the powers necessary to fulfill your deepest and dirtiest dreams.
Best wishes,
PIHC (Perverts Interstellar Heavenly Council)"
"What?" The boy named Alex said in astonishment.
"This must be some sort of virus or scam."
He slided the mail and read a P.S.
"You can test your powers by willing ANYTHING to happen."
Alex's eyes widened as he read the message again, his mind racing with the endless possibilities. He felt a shiver run down his spine as he thought about the potential of having his deepest desires fulfilled. He looked around his room, taking in the familiar surroundings, wondering if this was all just a wild dream. But the message on his phone seemed so real, so tempting.
He threw off his covers and swung his legs over the side of the bed, his feet dangling in the air. He was still wearing his worn-out pajama pants from last night, and his hair was a mess.
He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, trying to shake off the feeling of unease that lingered from the strange message. His gaze drifted back to the phone, still clutched in his hand, the screen glowing softly in the dim morning light. The words "You can test your powers by willing ANYTHING to happen" seemed to leap off the screen, taunting him with their promise.
Alex's mind began to wander, conjuring up all sorts of possibilities. He always dreamed of drinking milk from his mother's breast while his father sucked his dick.
He lived with both his parents and his siblings. He had a small brother called John and a younger sister called Maria.
His brother was a twink but with a lean body, not muscular but not skinny. His round plump ass always stole Alex's gaze.
And his sister was a petite blondie. She was like 5'1 and had small breasts.
His father, Jim, was also a twink, a pure one. He was shorter than both Alex and John, and didn't have any hair in his face.
His mother, Cassandra, was the very definition of milk. A brunette with a big ass, big thighs and two big tits.
As his mind wandered, Alex's gaze drifted towards the window, where the morning sunlight was peeking through the blinds, casting a warm glow over his room. He felt a sudden urge to test the powers, to see if they were real.
He left his room and went to the kitchen. His parents and his brother were having breakfast.
"Good morning darling. Do you want pancakes?" His mother asked him.
"Yes, thanks!" Alex replied.
His father was reading the newspaper and his brother was looking at his phone.
Cautiously, Alex looked at his brother.
"Why don't you give me your phone for a moment?"
Normally this would make his brother go rampant. No one, not even his parents, could take away John from his phone.
But this time it was different, not even his parents were surprised by Alex question.
John looked up and gave his unlocked phone to Alex.
"Yes, why not?"
Alex was frozen.
'It works.'
"Thank you, Jhon."
Alex ate his pancakes and returned to his room to plan what to do.
….
After dinner, everyone went to the living room to watch a movie.
This time, instead of saying anything out loud, Alex thought about his intentions, what he desired.
He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, and willed it to happen. The room was quiet, except for the sound of the movie playing in the background. Alex's parents were engrossed in the film, and his sister, Maria, was busy texting on her phone.
As Alex's mind control took hold, his family's eyes glazed over, their pupils dilating in unison. His mother, a buxom woman with curly brown hair, was the first to react. She let out a low, throaty moan as her nipples began to swell, darkening to a deep, almost black color. Her breasts started to ache, and she could feel a strange, tingling sensation as her body began to produce milk.
His sister, a petite blonde with a button nose, was next. She looked down at her own chest in confusion as her nipples began to grow, her breasts, while small, brimming with milk.
Her nipples grew longer and darker, matching her mother's in both color and size. Cassandra, now fully under his mind control, began to massage her own breasts, her hands moving in slow, circular motions as she moaned softly. Her daughter, still looking confused, instinctively followed suit, her small hands cupping her own breasts as she started to knead them gently.
His father was the next to succumb to the mind control. His nipples grew tender, and he could feel a strange sensation as his body began to produce milk. He looked down at his chest in shock, but he was unable to utter a word.
John was the last to fall under the spell. He watched in disbelief as his own chest began to swell, his nipples darkening and growing.
As his younger brother's chest continued to swell, John's nipples grew tender and began to leak a small amount of milk.
Jim, now fully under the son's mind control, looked at his own chest in a mixture of shock and fascination. He raised a hand, hesitantly, and touched his nipple, feeling a surge of sensation as the milk began to flow more freely.
Cassandra and Maria, still massaging their own breasts, began to moan louder, their voices harmonizing in a strange, erotic symphony. His mother's eyes locked onto her daughter's, and she beckoned her closer.
Cassandra, wrapped her arms around her daughter, pulling her close. Their breasts pressed together, the milk from both women's nipples mingling, creating a slick, wet sensation between them. Maria's eyes widened in surprise, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned in closer, her lips parting in a soft gasp as she began to nurse from her mother's breast.
She licked and sucked the dark swollen nipples.
As the daughter nursed from her mother's breast, the son's mother let out a low, throaty moan, her eyes rolling back in her head. She licked her lips, savoring the sensation of her daughter's mouth on her nipple. The daughter's tongue danced across the dark, swollen flesh, sending shivers down the mother's spine. Cassandra's hands instinctively went to her daughter's head, cradling it as she guided her closer, deeper.
Jim, still under the son's mind control, watched in fascination as his wife and daughter nursed each other.
Alex, turned toward his twink father. He looked at his long nipples, the areola was dark and swollen.
He approached him and started kissing his father while he pinched his nipples. He sucked his tongue while his father massaged his big dick. After some time the kiss ended and Alex went to suck on his father's nipples. He first rolled his tongue over the fat nipple of his father, making his father let out a moan. Seeing this, Alex latched onto the nipple and started biting and sucking, gulping the milk.
As Alex's lips made contact with his father's, a spark of electricity ran through both their bodies. The father's eyes, still glazed over from the mind control, fluttered closed, and he let out a soft sigh. Alex's hands instinctively went to his father's nipples, pinching them gently as he deepened the kiss. The father's mouth opened, and Alex's tongue slipped inside, tangling with his father's in a slow, sensual dance.
The father's hands, seemingly of their own accord, began to massage his son's erection, his fingers wrapping around the shaft as he stroked in time with Alex's pinching.
As Alex's tongue danced with his father's nipple, Jim's body began to respond, his nipples growing even more tender and swollen. The milk flow increased, and Alex could taste the sweet, creamy liquid as it dripped from his father's nipples onto his tongue. His father's hands, still stroking his dick, moved faster.
Alex's lips tightened around the nipple, sucking harder as he felt his father's body tense. The nipple began to leak more milk, and Alex's tongue lapped it up eagerly, the creamy liquid dripping down his chin. His father's hands moved faster, the strokes growing more urgent as he moaned louder.
As Jim's hands moved faster, his fingers tightening around Alex's shaft, Alex felt his body tense, his muscles contracting in anticipation. His lips remained locked on his father's nipple, sucking harder as he felt his orgasm building. The milk from his father's nipple dripped down his chin, a warm, sticky sensation that only added to his arousal.
Jim's hands moved in perfect rhythm, his strokes growing more urgent as he sensed Alex's impending climax. Alex's body began to shudder, his hips thrusting forward as he felt himself being propelled towards orgasm. His father's nipple was still clutched in his lips, and he sucked harder, the sensation sending him over the edge.
Alex's eyes closed, and his head tilted back, his mouth still latched onto his father's nipple. His body tensed, and he felt a wave of pleasure wash over him.
He nibbled on the nipple. It was red and puffy from the sucking and he couldn't help but bit it.
As Alex's teeth sank deeper into the nipple, his father's body jerked, and a low moan escaped his lips. The sound sent a shiver down Alex's spine, and he bit down harder, the nipple swelling even further. His father's hands, still wrapped around his shaft, tightened, and he stroked faster, the movements becoming more frantic.
Alex's eyes remained closed, his head still tilted back, as he savored the sensation of his father's nipple between his teeth.
Alex moaned as he gulped the milk. He was going to cum soon.
His father's hands, still wrapped around his shaft, stroked faster, the movements becoming more frantic as he sensed Alex's impending orgasm. The strokes were perfectly timed, and Alex felt his body tense, his muscles contracting in anticipation.
A warm sticky fluid drenched Jim's hand.
As the warm, sticky fluid drenched his hand, Jim's fingers instinctively tightened around Alex's shaft, as if trying to milk out every last drop. Alex's body shuddered, his hips still thrusting forward as he rode out the waves of his orgasm. His mouth remained latched onto his father's nipple, the sensation of the swollen flesh between his teeth sending aftershocks of pleasure through his body.
Jim's hand slowly began to stroke Alex's shaft again, the movements gentle and soothing as he tried to coax out every last bit of pleasure. Alex's eyes remained closed, his head still tilted back as he savored the sensation of his father's nipple between his teeth.