Mind Controlling My Sister To Become A Breeding Hucow
Anonymous
Publisher: Amber FoxxFire
Summary
My sister, Amy, was getting ready to go off to college. She'd just turned 18 and was ready to head off and explore the world. Only problem was, I wasn't ready for her to leave. I'd enjoyed being around her new sexy, adult persona for the last few months and didn't want to give it up. Fortunately, I didn't have to... Excerpt: My sister, Amy, was getting ready to go off to college. She'd just turned 18 and was ready to head off and explore the world. Only problem was, I wasn't ready for her to leave. I'd enjoyed being around her new sexy, adult persona for the last few months and didn't want to give it up. Fortunately, I didn't have to... Amy was a hot, long-legged, big-busted blonde. Dumb as a rock, but hot as a firecracker. She certainly didn't make it on her own merits. It didn't matter either way. She wasn't going. See, I'd just moved into a nice house with a fancy basement - and I'd turned that basement into a Hucow holding room. Searching for ways to keep my sister around longer, I stumbled upon something called Hucow. It was a weird pill that turned ordinary women into lactating, fertile goddesses. But there was a twist: The pills I ordered were mixed with a mind control concoction. Amy didn't know it yet, but she was mine. The day the package arrived, I invited my sister over for a little "going away" party. It wasn't so much of a party as a way to get this little pill into my sister's gorgeous body. I bought her favorite drinks, made her a nice meal and purchased some...milking implements. "Oh thank you, bro! You really are the sweetest!" She took the drink from my hand and gave me a peck on the cheek. My cock stirred in my pants at just being this close to her. I'd stolen a few peeks of her while she was changing, but never had I seen her completely nude before. That was about to change. I'd carefully mixed the Hucow pill into her drink. I didn't want her to taste even a hint of the pill. I knew what the pills would do separately, but as this was a custom order, I didn't really know what to expect. Amy was telling me about all her grand plans at university while sipping on the drink. About mid-way through, though, she just stopped. And stared. Straight ahead like a mannequin. It was both startling and eerie. I waved my hand in front of her face while calling her name, but...nothing. "Amy...can you hear me?" In a soft, submissive - almost robotic voice - she replied. "Yes...master..."