Hello everyone and welcome to another Simpson FanFiction - more specifically, a new multi-chapter story starring everyone's beloved milf, Marge!

I know it wouldn't be fair to start another series considering I've got two currently suspended ones (the one with Chi-Chi and the one with Jessica Lovejoy), but the inspiration had hit me right then and there and I'd prefer throw down the ideas that came to me before I forget about them. I don't know how many chapters, how many characters or how many lewd scenarios I will come up with, but one thing is sure: I can't wait to have fun with this story and I sincerely hope you will enjoy it as well.

As usual, I shall remind both old and new readers that I DO NOT condone the themes put in the story and everything I write is for entertainment purpouse only.

With the introduction out of the way, let's get to it!

Chapter 1: The Abrupt Awakening

The green lights were so strong Marge felt a sharp pain on her eyes. However, she couldn't use her hands to cover her face because she couldn't move them as if some shackles were blocking both her hands and feet. The woman didn't know what was happening around her but she knew that she was naked for sure: her bare skin felt funny and ticklish like all the nerves on her body were being stimulated by something. Some unclear and blurry noises echoed in her head akin to malicious laughters. It meant that someone else was close to her and they weren't doing anything but laugh as if they were entertained by something. Meamwhile, the weird stimulation of Marge's whole body was still going and she could clearly felt violent vibrations focused around her crotch area.

What were those two laughing people doing?

What were they doing to her?

Where was she?

Where was her family?

Where was her beloved Homer, Bart, Lisa and Maggie?

So many questions rumbling in Marge's blurry head and so little answers - but even worse than that, one particular question was tormenting her…

Why, instead of being scared, horrified or paranoid, was Marge feeling an orgasmic level of pleasure like never before in her whole life?

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Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!

The alarm clock was continuosly ringing when Marge began opening her eyes once again. The first thing the still sleepy woman saw was the large bearded face of her husband Homer looming over her while his arm was extended in order to shut the ringing clock. Homer then layed back on his spot groaning surly - he never liked being awakened by the alarm clock, but he also knew how his boss, Mr. Burns, pretended all his employees arrived on time. Still, Homer didn't forget to give the usual good morning kiss to her wife, the latter still trying to move her body in some way. All the flashes of light, the noises and that funny tingling sensation were still very fresh in her still fuzzy mind and she didn't hear Homer saying: "Good morning, honey~". Homer's big fat hairy lips touched Marge's cheek and the woman uttered the first words of the morning:

"W-Where… where am I?"

Her eyes were wide opened and what she was seeing was the pink ceiling of her bedroom and when she turned to her side, the person she saw was her husband Homer. The man was looking at her with weired eyes:

"Huh? Where are you, Marge? Well, you're here in bed with your lovely daddy~"

Homer giggled as he rubbed his nose against Marge's neck trying to tip something in her early in the morning, but Marge wasn't in the mood for cuddling cuddles:

"No, Homer. S-Stop, I'm not in the mood really~. I've been-"

"Awww, come on Margy Margy~", Homer whispered in the wife's ear. "I know you like Homey's cuddles before waking up. Come on, give your daddy a kissy kiss~"

Homer kissed the air waiting for Marge to give him return, but the woman still avoided him. She tried to move away turning on her side when her right leg felt something underneath the sheets:

"H-Homer, I'm serious!", Marge insisted while she moved her hand between her legs. "N-Not now. I'm trying to understand… Ah!"

Marge's breath was being cut like a hot knife on butter. Her hand reached on something big, long and warm right between her two legs. When her fingers crawled along the lenght of that warm thing, Marge found out that it was actually attached to her very body. When she tried to pull it, it hurt because her skin was being pulled. Her fingers wrapped around the "thing" and when she clenched her grip, something pulsated on her fingers. Marge felt like she was about to burst out of panic when she felt another raspy kiss on her neck which did tip her off. Marge let out a deep moan as if her whole body was being gently kissed which pleased Homer even more:

"Mmmh, yes, that's more like it~. Isn't it nice, Marge?~"

"Y-Yes, Homer! It's really nice b-but you don't-Oooohhhoow!~". Marge let out another loud moan as Homer placed one of his big hands on her chest. Despite the fact she was still wearing her pajama, Marge was feeling like the man was touching her very bare skin. Her nipples were all stiff and pointy and Homer proceeded by fondling her right breast. Once again, another loud moan of pleasure escaped from Marge's lips and not only that, but she felt like her whole body was on fire, as if all her nerves of pleasure were tingling in unison, all of which didn't help the fact that the long and hard thing between her legs twitched accordingly. Marge needed some time for herself in order to figure things out and she had to act quickly when Homer's hand was moving lower to her abs and then very very close to her legs. Marge quickly grabbed his hand and turned her head to look him in the eyes: for some reason, her tone sounded way too horny and low than what she anticipated but she still rolled with it:

"Homey Homey Homey~. You're such a sweetheart waking your wife like this, but we cannot go any further just now~"

"Owww, but why not, Margiotte?~", Homer asked acting whiny. "I was starting to like it and I've never heard you enjoying my morning cuddles like this~"

Before Marge replied, she had to admit that Homer did have a point: even though she was no stranger about enjoying some good pleasure with her husband even past her 40s, her own reactions were unnaturally more intense and borderline lustful than what she remembered from, ever. Did all of this have something to do with that surreal dream? Marge thought. And what about that long appendage?! Marge had to act quickly, and so she proceeded with her horny gab:

"Mmmmh, first off, Homer~. It's still morning and the kids are about to wake up~. Remember what happened the last time we overdid it?"

Homer opened his mouth to reply but he looked like he got that and so he let Marge continue - mainly because he was liking her new voice tone:

"Second, despite what I may feel like, I've been having a very bad dream tonight and I'm not really in the mood for some intense early action, if you know what I mean~". Marge surprised herself for her choice of words; at this point, she was sure even her husband must have gotten hard hearing her voice, and in fact, Marge felt something hard poking her butt. She giggled thinking about it before saying:

"And third, you said you were going to wake up earlier from today so you can go to work earlier. Didn't you tell me you didn't want Mr. Burns to get angry at you anymore?~"

Those last words made Homer's face change color from black to white. His yellow complexion turned paler and he hastly moved away from Marge but in the rush, he stumbled and fell on the ground as he shouted: "D'OH!". Marge chuckled looking at her clumsy husband while also taking relief because she was finally freed. Despite the fact that a part of her would have more than liked to continue what they were doing in bed, her still rational side was telling her to analyze the matter at hand - literally and figuratively!

When Marge sat up, she tried to make sure the monstrous buldge popping out of her nightcloth was as hidden as possible while Homer ran left and right to find the clothes:

"Ow darn it, darn it, darn it, darn it!~", Homer shouted while he tried to pull up his tight triple X jeans: "I don't know what got into me today!~. Sex is important, but a cranky boss' rage is one of the worst things ever!~"

Marge then decided to run a risk and despite her encumbrance, she felt like she needed to comfort her husband. After all, everything he did was giving her some sweet morning cuddles like he's been doing so for more than a decade; the real issue was that Marge wasn't going to reveal her new "transformation" just yet because, well, she wouldn't have the time needed to explain everything without making Homer arrive late at work. And what about her children?! Marge decided to face one issue at a time but first, she had to give Homer her own comfort. Once again, her whole body felt like it was engulfed in pleasant flames when she reached Homer's neck and embraced him with her arms:

"Hey there, my beautiful Elvis~", Marge's horny tone was still working on. "I promise you tonight we'll have all the fun you've been craving for. I too miss our fun time activity, so don't be so afraid and go to work with my words comforting you. Ok?~". Marge then kissed Homer on his bearded cheek and she could feel his own body trembling all at once as a large smile curved his mouth:

"O-Ooohh~, my beautiful Margiotte!~. You can bet it! You're right! I'll show Mr. Burns who's the real boss!". Homer clenched his fist and then headed for the door with his shirt only half out and Marge looked at him leaving the room with a hand placed on her chest:

"Ahhh, Homer~, if only it was that easy…". Marge then noticed how her horny tone was no more as now her usual tone came back. "Alright, now that he's gone, I can finally investigate this really weird happening…", and with that said Marge headed for the small bathroom next to the bedroom and she closed the door behind her.

When Marge finally found herself all alone, she hesitantly began taking off her nightcloth while the long and warm thing between her legs pulled up when the cloth was taken off. Marge threw the cloth aside and now that she was all naked except for her panties, she turned around to look at the mirror and Marge was so tightly close from letting out a scream of terror when she looked at her reflection. Popping out of her panties was indeed a long and thick looking appendage totally resembling a male reproductive organ. Judging by its lenght and from what Marge knew about the matter, her new appendage wouldn't have been less than 20 cms. Marge had to appeal to all her self-control for not to let out any screams or anything. She was hugging her own chest as if to protect herself from, well, herself. The sight of that long quivering meat pole gave her an utter shock at first but as the seconds passed, that sense of shock was turning into something else, something she never expected: an urge of pleasure was climbing up her spine once again, just like before in bed with Homer. The more Marge looked at her new penis, the more she realized how utterly "perfect" it looked. Its thickness and circumference was perfectly proportionate to its lenght and its uncovered pink tip looked perfectly fine. Marge had no issue declaring to herself that she had never seen such a perfectly looking male member in all her life and that her husband's pleasure tool hardly compared to it:

"It-it's real…", Marge whispered to herself as her trembling hands slowly approached her lenght. "It's real i-indeed!~. B-But how? How could this be?! S-Since when I have such an outrageous and big… Oooh~". Marge finally placed a hand around the quivering lenght and when her fingers closed in, a sudden new jolt of pleasure coursed through her whole body, from her shoulders all the way down to her toes. The woman tried to gently pull outward and to her shock, its skin stretched accordingly while still staying attached to her crotch as if it was masterfully sewn:

"Mmmmgh, w-what in the world is this feeling?!~", Marge asked herself while she took a more careful look at herself in the mirror. "Is-Is this how Homer and Bart feel when they play with their own?!~... Eheheh, what am I even saying?!~. Still…". Marge neared closer to the mirror and moved the long shaft left and right, then up and down and to her newly come surprise, her vagina was still present. It looked all wet and sensitive, but it was still there. Marge took a sigh of relief while she checked once again her new attachment:

"Unbelievable. It's like, I've been gifted with both tools of pleasure. Whatever, or whoever did this to me, surely did an amazing job…". Marge once again was speechless looking at the stretching skin near her crotch, as if it had always belonged to her body. Still, she was completely and undoubtely sure that her new perfectly shaped member wasn't present the last nigth she checked on herself, which meant that something must have happened in the span of one night. The one-million dollar question couldn't have been: how? How could this have happened? Surely it couldn't have been the work of a surgeon - even though Marge knew about surgery as much as she knew about quantistic mathematic, it didn't took a genious to understand that even the world's best surgeon couldn't have done such a perfectly executed operation: not only was the new fleshy appendage perfectly respondant to stimuli as if it were a real organ, but Marge herself was completely respondant to stimuli every time she touched it, just like the real deal. There was one thing Marge could have done in a situation like that: trying to recollect everything that happened in that surreal dream. The tip of her member twitched as soon as she tried to remember; the urge to touch herself was so strong Marge's whole body trembled:

"Mmmgh, no no no! I need to, remember… let's see". Marge sat on the toilet, the long member confined between her legs. The woman closed her eyes and began finding images of the dream. For how much she tried, the harder it was for her; it was like trying to handle water in hands and after some attempts, Marge just gave up and opened her eyes as she was also bothered by the fact that her appendage was still hard and pulsating:

"Uuuuh, what do I have to do with you?!", Marge asked annoyed feeling dumb for asking such a question to a reproductive organ. Despite the surreality of the matter at hands, Marge realized how well she was taking her new discovery: the urge to scream and being terrorized was being replaced by a vague sense of contentment for having such new appendage, all for herself. Even though she still couldn't explain how did she get such a thing, her heart kept beating fast not because of fear but because of a need to satisfy an urge. Something she clearly remembered from the dream was the indescribable sense of pleasure coming from between her legs. She couldn't deny that the two things were connected, she just couldn't explain how. Whether it was a gift granted by nature, or maybe one of those miracles her friend Helen Lovejoy talked about, the matter of fact was that Marge was having a large penis between her legs and her trembling hands craving to handle it:

"Well, at least I could give it a try. Maybe if I touch it just a little, it will soften~. I can't be seen by my children like this!". Marge took a deep breath and she then wrapped her fingers around the penis' lenght. She then slowly began to move her hands up and down and for every stroke she practiced, her whole body was shaken by shivers of pleasure. Not even when she played with her vagina she had felt like that, Marge thought, and out of instinct she thought about doing just that. As she leaned her back more comfortably on the wall behind her, while stroking her long and hard shaft with her left hand, Marge used the fingers of the right one to touch her pussy: the resulting wave of erotic pleasure made Marge let out another loud moan.

"It's i-incredible!~", Marge exclaimed without feeling any worries for how loud her voice actually was. "I don't know why was I so afraid before!~. This pleasure is just heavenly!"

Marge then decided to move her left hand faster while her right fingers pushed deeper inside her pussy, which caused several squirts to come out. As both her strokes continued, Marge felt her legs turning soar and because of this, she let herself lay down with her back touching the cold tiled floor. Marge, feeling as she was close from reaching climax, felt like all her worries and festa were drifting away, as everything that was left in her head was pleasure; unrelenting, unquenchable pleasure she hadn't felt in all her life:

"Y-Yes, yes!~. It feels so great!~. I wonder if anything will come out of it! I'm c-close, I'm so close! Come on, come out! Coooome out, baby!~... Nnnnghh!".

Marge then let her squirting pussy go and used both her hands to vigorously stroke her excited penis one last time, and after many other hand movements, it finally happened.

A long howl of excitement came out of Marge's mouth while several streaks of white warm cum shot out of her tip. The warm fluids sprayed all over the room, both on the toilet, the shower box, the mirror and the washbasin. Of course, most of the white stuff fell on Marge's body and it felt like lava was kissing her skin. The woman's head felt light and fuzzy as if she had run a marathon and her hands stop moving while they still held the penis on its base. As she was slowly regaining her senses and also her common sense, a wave of shame began pouring on her head:

"... Oh bother~. What did I just do?", Marge asked herself with her face looking all red for the shame. "What kind of screams were those? What if - oh no! What if somebody heard that?!"

Marge didn't have to wait too much for answer as she heard the door of the bedroom opening followed by soft steps approaching. Then, somebody knocked at the door:

"Mom? Are you in there, mom?"

Marge gasped lowly hearing the voice calling her. It was Lisa. Marge breathed slowly trying to regain some self composure, even though her eyes couldn't not see all the mess she had caused. All the immacolate bath furnishings had been smeared because of her and she also looked all dirty and, most of all, reeking bad:

"Ah! Ehm, Lisa?~. Is that you?!", Marge asked, her tone still sounding very tired.

"Yes. Are you… are you ok in there, mom?", Lisa asked worried. "We hadn't see you at breakfast"

Marge felt another weight of shame slamming on her stomach. She had completely forgot about that because she was too busy enjoying her new "tool":

"A-Ahh, really?! W-Well, I'm sorry Lisa, but mom wasn't feeling well today~"

"Really?", Lisa asked, still sounding worried. "Daddy told us you've been having a bad dream tonight. I must say, me and Bart were speechless when we saw him making breakfast for us!"

Marge, while she was trying to get up, almost slipped on a smear of cum and had to hold herself on the sink because of what she heard:

"A-Are… are you talking serious, Lisa?". Marge still couldn't believe her ears.

"Absolutely!", Lisa exclaimed, her also not believing what she was saying. "He had left a portion of pancakes for you in the hoven. Bart almost got a bellyache for how many of them he ate!"

Marge was left speechless. She grabbed a towel and began cleaning her body from all the smears but she knew all too well she would have had to properly clean everything once she was all alone:

"Well, it's, uh… it's a very impressive news, Lisa~", Marge simply said. "You… are you and Bart going to school now?"

"Yes. The bus will be here in a minute. I just wanted to greet you, but if you are busy…"

"N-No, Lisa~". Marge bit her tongue for saying that. Why did she told Lisa so?! She couldn't let herself be seen like that, not without that large…

But when Marge looked at herself between the legs, she noticed how her perfectly shaped member had shortened considerably; now it resembled a small scanty sausage. Relieved by that constatation, Marge quickly grabbed a bathrobe and put it on, and after taking a look at herself to make sure that no traces of smears were left on her face, Marge slightly opened the door to meet Lisa. Her daughter looked just the same, all things considered: pretty and cordial, always showing her mother a bright smile. Marge still felt a veil of shame on her head, but the sight of Lisa's smile helped her soften her fast beating heart:

"Mmmh, good morning, Lisa~", Marge said using the sweetest tone she could muster, and unlike with Homer, her voice sounded genuinely kind and warm, not in a sickened horny fashion.

"Hi, mom!~", Lisa said in response looking at her mother in her bathrobe. "You were taking a shower?"

"Y-Yes, sweetie~. As Homer told you, I've been having a pretty rough night and… I needed some time for myself". Marge didn't know why she felt ashamed from lying to her child, but what else could she do? Straight up tell about the fact she had woke up with a new part of her body belonging to her? That was one of the last things she wanted to talk about to anybody that morning, so the least she could do was to appease her daughter's worries.

"Oh, well, ok then~. But, if something bothers or concernes you, you can tell me if you want to, you know? I may not know a lot about dreams, but talking to someone might help~", Lisa said with a smile. That expression struck Marge in the heart harder this time, her sense of shame suddenly feeling heavier. For an instant, her throat felt like it had been blocked by a boulder before she finally said:

"Ah, t-thank you Lisa~. You're such a sweetheart. I'll let you know if I need to. Now go, or you'll be late, just like Homer is~".

The two women chuckled, Marge in particular needing to do so after all she's been through since she woke up that morning. Lisa then gave Marge a kiss on the cheek, the latter praying she didn't smell anything funny or saw anything behind her mother. Then Lisa, after greeting her, was about to leave the room when she turned around and said:

"You know something, mom? I don't know why, but today you look even prettier than usual~... B-Bye!".

Marge lifted an eyebrow seeing her daughter leaving the room and the door closing. When Marge turned to look at herself in the mirror, which was still smeared, she realized something she didn't notice before. For whatever reason, her overal look and appearence looked much more charming and good looking than usual. Marge couldn't explain why but somehow, when she looked at herself she saw a much more jovial woman than usual, as if her well past 40s had been reduced by a couple of years. Perhaps, Marge thought, it was just an impression caused by all the adrenaline coursing through her body after her exciting solo time, but then she considered the fact that Homer almost couldn't detatch from her while in bed and even Lisa told her she looked prettier than usual - so, what was the truth.

Marge wasn't used to have so many rumbling thoughts in her head all at once in the morning, but that hadn't been an ordinary morning at all. The mystery about her new physical transformation was still quite open and the possibility to find out the responsible was flimsy at best. The woman still didn't know where to begin, but what could she begin with was with the cleaning of the bathroom…

Meamwhile, somewhere beyond the Earth's atmosphere…

"So, brother. Did the experiment pay some fruits?"

"You bet it, brother!"

Two weridly shaped figures where discussing with one another in a shadowy room in a location unreachable to anyone that was human:

"The exemplar we've chosen is surely a precious rarity!", exclaimed the first individual whose shape resembled nothing human-like:

"I myself was unsure about the results, but it all came out far better than I've anticipated", answered the second individual, its single big round eye closing with an eerie creak.

"Tell me once again why we've been doing so, brother?"

"It's so simple!", said the second individual. "Humans are the most perfect entertainment for us superior beings and watching them succumbing to their most primal animalistic instincts is such a delightful spectacle! And we just decided to give it a further 'extra' to who is one of the most beloved and best known women in the city of Springfield!". The second inhuman individual began cackling in a pompous manner, followed by the first inhuman individual. As their laughters echoed in the dark room, their several tentacles wiggled in unison:

"Considering the whole bunch of interesting exemplars in that city, the probabilities to witness a magnificent spectacle are exceptionally high!"

"You're right, brother!~. Let's see how our beloved miss Marge Simpson will be using the gifts we've giving to her!"

"But wait, brother!", the first individual exclaimed while a trickle of green drool leaked from his large mouth. "What if Marge finds out about us? We might have obscured her memories, but the human brain is a prodigious natural machine. She seems like a very smart human, so what if she traces back to us?"

The second individual pondered about the perspective, but he didn't seem bothered by much:

"Interesting possibility. It's very probable Marge Simpson might be able to find out about us, but I don't think she will discover much. Even if her mind eventually cleared all our machinations, it'll take a miracle for her to properly discover our identities - and besides, she will be too much busy having fun with our little 'extra add on'! But, let's see how things will go! It will be interesting seeing how a simpleton Earthling will deal with such a new powerful gift from those above her!~"

The two individuals then came back to cackle like maniacs to one another, apparently feeling proud of the success of the experiment. They could laugh as much as they wanted because, after all… no one can hear you laughing in space.

To Be Continued…

And this was the first chapter. Honestly, I had much more fun writing it than I've anticipated. I still don't know what kind of scenarios and sub-stories I will come up with, but I'll do my best to not only write as many different as possible but also to change the subjects compared to my other works. I've been told by many how my other works were controversial and I'll admit, I may have caused some rightfully upset reactions, so for the sake of entertainment (and variety as well), I will try out something different and hopefully equally interesting to read.

Anyways, have a good day and see you soon (well, relatively soon~) with more chapters! Let's see how Marge will be doing with her "new self".

Bye!~