"What's the occasion?" Gwen asked, looking up at Ben with a slightly askew, confused stare. She may have been older, more mature, and less abrasive toward her cousin, but that openness only went so far. She'd just been around his apartment to hang around, but he presented her almost immediately upon her arrival with a gorgeous necklace, one with a single and startlingly large diamond hanging from the pendant while several sleek chains of alternating gold and silver looped around back.
"Does there need to be an occasion to give you something nice?" Ben asked. He played innocent, hiding nay impulse to be coy to be smug about this. He just stood there as casual as could be, acting like nothing here could have possibly been amiss.
But Gwen's eyes narrowed. "You've never given me anything this nice before." She didn't exactly distrust him immediately, but she had healthy reason to be concerned about what he was doing and what he offered her. "So I'll ask again. What's the occasion?" As trusting as she wanted to be, there wasn't exactly a clear reason to be.
"Fine," Ben said. "I just wanted to do something nice. It's not that expensive. I made it as Gray Matter, but it looks pretty, and I thought you would like it."
"Oh, that's actually sweet." Gwen looked at it again. Gave it a quick peer around from all angles. Nothing looked weird or amiss here, or like it was somehow loaded with some kind of awful prank. They were past that age by now, but still, she didn't know what to make of this kindness. "I guess it's fine. And if it's something you made, then Kevin won't get the wrong idea about the gift." She breathed a sigh of relief, and with a smile, she began to put it on, ready to see how it looked. She trusted Ben enough to believe it was just a necklace and that this was all going to be fine.
The second she put it on, the chains cinched up tight around her neck and locked around her throat like a collar instead, with the oversized diamond glowing brightly. Gwen didn't have any time to dela with it though, because as it cinched up, it injected nano-machines into her brain, immediately rewiring her thoughts and jerking her body forward. She flung herself toward her cousin, pushing her lips against his in a very sudden and very fitful show of complete need, a burning desire and a passion that she was totally incapable of resisting.
Ben accepted the kisses, hands getting onto his tall and slender cousin, hands running up her lean body and touching her in all the ways that he hadn't been able to before. "I've wanted you for years," Ben groaned. He was a tense and frustrated mess who had spent over half a decade lusting after his cousin. He was ten the first time he knew he wanted her, and he'd had to grow through learning about sex and through his early puberty laser-focused on his cousin and only his cousin. As she matured alongside of him, that only became more frustrating to deal with. And now, finally, he was ready to do something about this.
The nano-machines brutishly rewrote Gwen's every thought, playing around with her brain and fucking her up on a structural level, while also taking root in her body every which way. Ben was going to shape his cousin into his ideal lover, and going to steal her away. When Kevin came into the picture, he grew to resent him for having Gwen's affection, and now he knew he could get between them, make Gwen push him away, and be only his. His tongue pushed into her mouth with dominant, feverish aggression, ready to make clear the mark of his dizziest appetites and every last shred of his deepest wants.
Confused moans rumbled out from her lips, Gwen's hands taking Ben's body, reaching for his belt and teasing the idea of undoing it as she held onto him. "I love you," she whined, her rewired thoughts focused compeltely on Ben and on the pleasure of complete submission.
There was absolutely nothing here that even remotely resembled reason. Gwen's thoughts were shut off, and Ben believed she was ready. "Strip," he said, letting go of her and pulling back. His smile was wicked and shameless. He knew that he'd had the power to make Gwen submit to him, he'd just never been ready to. He was ready now.
"For you, I'll do anything," Gwen moaned, and she began stripping her clothes off. Her sweater went first, fingers fumbling at the buttons of the shirt beneath, all while she stared at Ben, biting her lip and feeling a dizzy wave of heat washing harder over her. She didn't fully understand it, but Gwen was completely fixated on him and on his eyes, on the growing sense that this was really all she wanted. Her skirt came off. Then her thighs. Down to her bra and panties, she showed off the frilly white lingerie on her rather lean body. Ben admired her small breasts, but he knew they were soon going to change.
The underwear came off too, and Ben got to admire the sight he had long since had to only imagine. "On your knees," he commanded. "Take my dick out." He was rock hard already. This was everything he wanted, his body aching with a pleasure completely divorced from reason. It didn't seem real to Ben, but he found himself on the road to getting everything he wanted, perhaps at an extent too insane to fully fathom. He groaned loudly in appreciation of what was to come, fully open now to pleasures that were sure to be too much to handle.
Gwen yanked his pants open and pulled them down, relieving him of the pressure holding back his tremendous cock. His boxers came down next, and his dick swung upward, smacking her across the cheek and forcing her to gasp, "It's so big!" It wasn't because he made her; she was just unable to deny the size of his incredible shaft, which made her mouth water and her lips tremble.
It was time. Ben grabbed her red ponytail for leverage and held her head in place, lining her up so he could ram his way forward and plunge into her mouth. "The day I found out what blowjobs were, I fantasized about fucking your mouth whenever you got bitchy with me," he told her. His hips didn't hold back the burning desire to slam forward, to fill up her waiting and greedy mouth, to push on without much clarity or control. This was senseless, chaotic, and absolutely bizarre. All he wanted was to let himself go, and he stopped caring about any semblance of restraint.
Gwen was ready for this, holding steady while her cousin's big dick forced its way not only into her mouth, but down her throat. She welcomed it. Her throat was ready, relaxed, open to being imposed upon with such vigor and fever, brutalized as hard as Ben could muster with the very single-minded need to completely unravel her. It was a lot of pressure and confusion, a lot that she didn't know how to contend with, but she could feel the senseless chaos erupt hotter inside of her.
Without thinking, she reached her hand between her legs. Gwen felt so aroused now, burning with horny need to be taken. Ben's cock tasted so good it made her eyes cross, and her tongue worked within her mouth to the same helpless pace that her tongue dragged along his cock, all in the name of complete service. Her mind was empty, and she wanted it to be. All she was capable of doing and all she really wanted to do was suck on his mighty cock and serve him.
Ben was happy to feed the chaos and the frustration behind all this mess. His hips weren't subtle in ramming forward, in making Gwen choke on his dick and express the utter savagery behind his efforts. He wanted to make clear something utterly devoid of sense, restraint falling by the wayside in pursuit only of the idea that what he needed was to make her his. Burning excess guided Gwen into the state of mind where her fingers needed to pump into her pussy at the same speed Ben's cock fucked her mouth, and she was happy to enter this state of elevated mindlessness to pursue and submit to it.
Surrender felt so good. So powerful. All her mind understood now was the burning joy of letting everything go, of letting her mind shut off for the sake of giving deeper in to this molten appreciation. Gwen's eyes stared up at Ben's not fully blank, but spacy, burning with a commitment to him but not fully understanding the gravity of that commitment.
Savagely hammering down his cousin's throat, this was the victory lap Ben craved. "You're mine," he groaned. "Mine! So good. Your mouth belongs to me." He wasn't able to contain himself, throwing everything harder into chaos and disarray for the sake of making the pleasure go his way. He was unrepentant, wanting to continue straining the limits of sense in the name of making her succumb, and absolutely nothing could stop him now. Drool running down from her chin wasn't enough to make him stop. Her face going red wasn't enough to make him stop. The sound of her struggling and gagging on his shaft only fuelled his savage thrusts even harder.
With a sharp pull back, Ben gave her a moment to catch her breathe, but he smacked his heavy cock across her face back and forth, holding onto it with one hand while his other remained tight up on her ponytail for leverage and to keep her from turning away from him. "Is my cock bigger than Kevin's?" he asked, battering her absolutely dizzy with his shaft.
"You're so much bigger than Kevin!" Gwen squealed. "Make me forget him. I only want to be yours." She was completely hopeless, burning with the dizzy fever and unrepentant panic of a pleasure that just could not be helped. This was too much, but she was ready for it, happy in some demented way to embrace all these strange pleasures.
That was all Ben needed to hear. Back down her throat he shoved, forcing his cock forward and embracing the pleasures and frustrations of a truly reckless chaos. No time to waste, no shame in ramming forward. He had only a bit more to go, seconds longer of indulgence and pressure before Ben made his point clear by cumming in her mouth. "Swallow!" he groaned, his cock ramming forward but holding back just barely enough to make her mouth fill up with his cum instead of erupting down her throat. Gwen's lips tightened around his shaft, and she shook her way through doing as he wanted, guzzling down every drop of his seed in a show of absolute dominance.
Gwen swallowed everything she could and then pulled deliriously back from his cock, her mouth opening proudly to show that she had indeed drank down every drop of his load, dizzily seeking his approval for what she had done. The mind control worked perfectly. "It tastes so good," she moaned. "Can I have another?"
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Gwen's breakup with Kevin was sudden. so sudden that he didn't know what was happening until she was already packed up and moving out of their shared apartment. She needed 'space', and that entailed moving in with her cousin, apparently. Kevin was heartbroken, but he didn't question it, although once a few weeks went by and Gwen returned none of his calls, it definitely seemed a bit more scornful than it needed to be.
Over the course of those weeks where she ignored Kevin--having blocked his number entirely--her body underwent some changes. Her breasts grew fuller, ass growing thicker. She was becoming Ben's ideal sex pet, growing more appealing to his eyes. Especially when she was doing naked yoga for Ben. Entirely for Ben. She had learned the poses just to entice him, down on a mat in the living room letting her bigger breasts and her fatter ass jiggle and sway and hang in the air while she held every position she could for him.
"This one is my new favorite," she moaned, assuming downward dog and holding it ready, staring at the ground and showing off her round behind to her man. Most of what Gwen did moment to moment was for Ben's enjoyment now. It was a frankly insane thing to behold, but she was committed fully to his happiness and to beign whatever he wanted her to be, offering herself readily to him.
"This is my new favorite too," Ben said, his smile wide and greedy. With a firm push forward, he rose off the couch and shoved some fingers up his cousin's twat, making Gwen shriek in surprise, feeling the wild panic and excitement of taking him on. There wasn't a moment of calm behind his efforts; he jammed them in and got right to work at wild, desperate motions back and forth, pushing into her with greed and pressure and shameless indulgence.
Gwen struggled to hold herself upright amid the flare of pleasure hitting her. Any time Ben touched her, her body felt like it was catching fire. The pleasure was too much to deal with, and she felt herself completely dizzy, hopeless, wound up by the pleasure and the throbbing heat of pure excitement. "Nn, that feels so nice," she whined, biting her lip and wiggling her ass high in the air for him. Gwen was desperate for more of this, for the burning joy and excitement of letting go, and she really didn't want anything else.
Coming across her ass with an open-handed smack, Ben made sure he was getting as much out of this as he could. "Drop lower," he told her, getting her to slip into a more traditional doggy style position--one she wouldn't slip out of--while yanking his cock out. He was too wound up to hold it back now. He wanted her, and Ben was ready to really go all out in this. His aching dick was ready, and once he had it out, he rammed his way into his cousin's cunt, regardless of how in position she was.
The pleasure grew noisier and dizzier. Gwen felt the airy bliss of getting filled with Ben's dick, trembling and moaning in a state of pure excitement under these attentions. "Yes, fuck me!" she moaned, head rolling back and all sense of want consuming her. There wasn't anything but desire here, the pleasure almost trivial for how simple it was and how ready she felt now to surrender to whatever could take her. She needed it, and she just didn't care about trying to hold it back another second. The pleasure brought her deeper, made her shiver in pleasure beyond reason.
Ben wasn't afraid of going all out. His hips were as ready as could be, hammering forward with enduring pressure and a passion that Gwen was now used to. She'd become her cousin's around the cock slam piece. He fucked her whenever he wanted, and she was happy to keep feeding into that bliss, into a burning chaos and a persistent availability and desire that made her throb for more. It wasn't something she could contend with. She'd grown to accept the life and the pleasure of something pure and focused, its frenzy coming on stranger and bringing with it something butter and overwhelming in its utter depth of chaos.
Smacking across her full ass and reaching forward and grope at her plush tits, Ben was eager to indulge in Gwen's body every which way. A body he had crafted to be more like his, the pleasure coming on ever stronger and bringing with it something utterly senseless. He was all out in smacking and touching and groping her, using her body like his personal plaything, because that was exactly what it was. Nothing her did even pretended to be afraid of it. He wanted to make her body shudder under his touch, and there was absolutely nothing he could do to contain himself now in all these pleasures and the possibilities. It just made him burn so brightly, and he felt like he was finally on the right end of things.
Gwen had all but forgotten Kevin. The memory of him had been steadily fucked out of her mind. The nanomachines played a big role in that. She was forgetting more and more, consumed only by the pleasure of being dominated by her cousin and pushed into a state of pure delight so powerful that she had almost nothing left in her mind but a lust for Ben's cock, which was of course exactly how he wanted it. The way she submitted to him, the hopeless mewling submission that saw her coming apart at the seams in happily letting him claim her, made her dizzy. She felt owned, but she felt fulfilled in that ownership.
When Ben came, his hips pushed forward with enough power to knock her flat onto the floor even in her sturdier position, but Gwen wanted to go. She shrieked in joy, accepting the pressure and dizzily singing her way through giving in, through letting entirely go, and she felt damn good in doing so. The pleasure was all there, her moans vocal and hopeless, but the joy of having his cum flood her pussy brought her a pleasure and a satisfaction compeltely beyond sense. It was too perfect. Too right. Everything he wanted.
With a sharp yank back, Ben withdrew his cock and circled around Gwen, letting his cum leak out of her and onto her yoga mat. "Clean me off," he ordered.
Gwen nodded and whined, but as she did so, she looked up at him. "Nn, when are you going to give me a baby? I want to be the perfect wife for you, and that means having your child."
Ben smiled and stuffed his cock past her lips. "The nanomachines are acting as birthday control right now, but I'm going to turn that off soon. I just want the occasion to be special.
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It took a few months for the occasion to be special enough, but when it happened, it was extra special. Ben carried Gwen bridal-style back into their apartment, rings on their fingers fresh after the private ceremony. Rook 'officiated', and he didn't have any idea how messed up any of it was, but that was fine. It counted. They were married now. Ben wore a nice suit, while Gwen's 'bridal dress' was his perverted distortion of what he really wanted. It wasn't a dress so much as a translucent one-piece swimsuit that her big tits were practically begging to burst out of, stockings, high heels, and a veil. It was an outfit perfect for showing up how much more her form had filled out and thickened up.
And for being exactly the kind of messy slut that he was ready to breed on their wedding night.
He set her onto the bed, climbing on top of her and burying his face against hers yet again. They had been all over each other. Gwen's complete submission to the mind control was absolute, and all she wanted to was keep kissing her husband, to keep holding onto him. There was something absolutely beautiful about seeing Gwen like this, something that almost made Ben forget that he had violated her mind and corrupted it to this point, that her love for him was completely coerced and by his design.
Remembering it didn't stop him from kissing her. From touching her all over. "I want to give you a treat before I breed you," he said, tugging her 'dress' aside and slipping down her body with kisses and aggressions built on some very simple basics, on principles it was time to be forward and shameless about.
The idea of any kind of treat at all was enough to force Gwen's legs open, to open her body up to his attentions and to whatever he damn well pleased. "Take me," she moaned, dizzy and drunk on the passion of his offer, and she felt prepared to see through whatever he was about to do to her. Gwen wanted it so badly, shaky need transcending all reason and leaving her compromised, leaving her helpless. She was unable to deal with the commotion and the pressure of all these pleasures, but she understood the burning need within her body to give in to it all regardless.
In all the months of her being his slave, Ben hadn't eaten her out very much. Of course he hadn't; he had a brainwashed sex pet who he wanted to vent out years of frustration on through hardcore sexual domination. There was a simplicity to all of this, an openness to the pleasure and the weirdness that absolutely nothing would shake. This was insanity, but a kind of insanity built on something very specific, very fundamental. His mouth was ready now to make her feel good in all the ways that he usually didn't. That was his gift.
And what a gift it was. The tongue pushed forward and dragged up her mound with an overbearing sense of pure excitement sweeping slowly over her. The pleasure was just what she needed, a senseless ache of pleasure and heat that didn't leave her with any time to really process all the pleasures she needed. She just knew she wanted it. "Ben," she whined, head rolling back, body tensing up, and she was completely ready for this, seeking a passion and a need much too powerful to handle. It was too much. Too good.
Pushing forward to eat her out with fire and force and vigor, Ben was completely unashamed of going all out, pushing forward with a desire to see these pleasures through to the end, awanting to find the depths of passion that could push him further along. There was no reason to hold back his worst indulgences, to contain pleasures that kept him aching for more. His tongue was so ready and so loving, devotedly sweeping along her mound with the steady and enduring passion he knew would drive her wild. Ben knew he didn't have to do this. She was going to do whatever he said and be happy to solely because he said to do it, but his body nonetheless burned with passion and greed and a desire to push harder forward, seeking pleasures directly and drastically as he could get it, wanting this more than anything and no longer caring about trying to hold himself back.
The passion was unreal, and she happily fell into the state of want and warmth where she just didn't care about containing herself. Gwen moaned louder, writhing on the bed and seeking to come apart at the seams, lusting after passions and needs much too forceful to comprehend. It was too much, bringing on a rush of dizzy and compromising pressures, but she was all too eager to let it push her limits, to let the pleasure swell through her body and plunge her fully into need and chaos.
Gwen's thighs pressed against the sides of his head. Ben didn't mind her getting this fitful, holding back his discipline or nay potential efforts he could have made to make her clam down. he liked that she was getting this wound up. She saw it as a good sign of things to come, and tended harder to her body, pushing Gwen's limits and driving her into the dizzy state of pure want and fascination where she simply couldn't handle this. He had her where he wanted her, right in position, and compeltely powerless now against his every desire.
She came hard, gasping her way through sudden sweeps of joy and chaos, overwhelmed by the pleasure that came with it and by all the pleasures that it offered. There didn't feel like a second of calm here, just the chance to burn up brighter and hotter, unravelling in a frenzied state of passion and need. "Ben!" she called out, needily clinging to nay semblance of calm she may have had left, her thoughts unravelling and pulling her down deeper still.
The explosive orgasm he ate her out to was nice, but Ben wanted to make sure that he moved drastically from one moment to the other. Ben burst upward, abrupt and chaotic in his push to grab her body and seize at her ample breasts, groping her tits and pushing harshly forward with a very singular goal in mind and a desire to make her utterly his, and she was powerless now against every second of what eh was after. He pushed himself up to her lisp again, groping her tits while Gwen grabbed his pants and pulled them down.
"Is tonight the night?" Gwen pleaded. "Is tonight special enough?" She was a dizzy mess. It was almost pathetic how badly she wanted this, how badly the need seared through her body. She tugged his cock out, grabbing hold of it and jerking him off with desperate, feverish motions seeking his attention and his touch at any cost. It was something utterly devoid of sense, a passion she couldn't be without now.
Ben smiled brightly. "I turned it off this morning," he told her. "They're making extra sure tonight that you get pregnant, and will be working to do it every night after. I'm going to breed you every chance I can."
Gwen loved the sound of that. An endlessly bred mother constantly having Ben's children. Her legs kicked up around his waist and she begged him into her. "Do it. Take me. Breed me. Knock me up, Ben! I'm your wife, and I want to be the best wife I can be for you!"
Knowing that any time from this moment forward that he spent not reaming her was a moment wasted, Ben slammed forward, burying his cock into her pussy and ramming away at her, fucking her with the utmost vigor and aggression. His tongue shoved its way into her mouth, kissing her with all the frenzied desire he could muster, and the pleasure was there to push her to the limit, to make Gwen dizzy and hopeless and burn up in the face of utter ecstasy. He was ready to go all out now, a greedy mess pushing confidently forward to make her unravel for him at any cost, and he didn't care about containing himself.
Mindless joy had Gwen squealing in bliss, her legs cinching around his waist while he lay on top of her. She needed him more now than ever, completely overwhelmed by the fixation and the passion of a pleasure beyond sense. She didn't care about containing herself or behaving. Gwen was out of time for that, out of patience for the possibilities of resisting these moments of utter joy. It was just too much for her to handle, and with every motion forward, she gave in to the spectacle and the joy of letting go, loving what eh could do to her, loving how nice it felt to have Ben pound her stupid.
The brainwashed redhead was utterly fixated now on the joy of being bred. As Ben felt up her modified body and relentlessly indulged in her gorgeous, plumper tits, he threw everything he had into knocking his cousin up. He'd won, getting everything he craved and achieving the depth of madness and heat that had eluded him for so long. Every thrust deeper into Gwen expressed the depths of his greed, expressed pleasure that simply did not want to quit. He needed this, and he wasn't afraid of seizing it as mercilessly as he could, plunging her steadily deeper into ruin. His tongue dominated her mouth, pushing greedier forward and trying to wind Gwen up, all for the sake of a pleasure and a passion he absolutely refused to contain.
"You're mine," Ben said again. he kept saying it. It was all he could really say. All he could think about. Gwen was underneath him, months of fucking and toying with leading to this one beautiful moment where all he wanted was to keep going. The pleasure felt overbearing, an unreal rush of passion and heat carrying him harder forward. Her pussy squeezed down so tight around his cock. It felt spectacular, and everything he wanted now as a chance to give in. To completely succumb to the desperation and lust of his own creation.
With a savage slam forward, Ben buried himself deep into the embrace of Gwen's snug, waiting pussy. Her desperate hole squeezed around his cock as he let it all go, giving up to the pleasure and the ecstasy of giving in, groaning through thrashing ecstasy as he came inside her. It was one of hundreds of raw creampies he'd filled her with over the past few months, but this was the one that counted, the one that made him feel so incredible and made everything feel just perfect. He pumped his cousin full of cum, sent her into a squealing spiral of need and heat while she came her brains out, and Ben was eager to hold her in place and pump her full of his cum, to leave her in a mad downward spiral of pure joy.
The feeling of her cousin's cum pumping into her did things to Gwen more ruinous than she'd felt yet. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and the quivering depths of pure chaos sent her spiraling out into madness. She came hard, but the pleasure ran so much deeper than that, sending her spiraling into madness and savouring the hopeless throb of pleasure and passion that was having him knock her up. She knew it was different this time, and her body shook under the weight of something so much more.
The creampie was enough to almost exhaust Ben, and he found Gwen momentarily fucked up enough to just lie there limply, tongue hanging out of her body. He'd pushed her over the edge of something a bit too extreme, the pleasure blatant and shameless. It was a good sign of just how good a job he had done with her. That was fine by him. He pulled her up further along the bed and dragged her against his side, wrapping himself around her and holding onto his cousin wife. She leaked with his oversized load, certain to get pregnant now.
And he just cuddled her. While waiting for Gwen to come around, Ben cuddled her and held softly onto her. His love ran deeper than every perverse indulgence necessarily showed. It was real. It was powerful. He appreciated her deeply and without hesitation, and was happy to cling now to her body in appreciation of that fact.
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The nanomachines stopped plumping up Gwen's tits and ass, but pregnancy took over for that instead. Wearing only an apron, she stood over the stove, her pregnant belly straining against the material and one of her plump, swollen breasts yanked out of cover. Gwen fondled it while he drilled her from behind, steady thrusts challenging her balance while his fingers toyed with her nipples to make them drip with milk.
"Is dinner almost ready?" he asked. "I'm close." He grunted his way through appreciation for how domesticated Gwen was, how readily she now slid into this role. It was everything he'd hoped for, and he appreciated her greatly for just how ready she was now to open up to him. She cooked and cleaned even with her pregnancy coming along, but most importantly, her body was available around the cock for him to indulge in.
"It's almost done," she moaned, grinding her ass back against his lap and smiling brightly. This was Gwen's life now. She was her cousin's baby making sex slave wife. That was all she was. Somewhere in the deepest reaches of her mind, in places that she would never connect to again, some lingering part of Gwen's subconscious was intact, untouched by the nanomachines' brainwashing and all of Ben's meddling. And she was happy that he'd done this to her, and even happier that he had robbed her of all control so that he could make this decision for her.