Random futa things

by Jokiba

Just as the title says pure smut

93. Your Family Is Mine!

Your Family Is Mine!

TimidShark

Summary:

A femboy is helpless as his futa bully fucks his entire family into submission!

Notes:

Oh man! I am so happy to finally be able to deliver this! I've been working on this on and off for well over a year! This is a big dip into the NTR scene, so be ready for a lot of delicious pain! Now remember: This is a commission. The choices of what happened in the story are that of the commissioner, not my own. If you are unsatisfied with how it goes, there's not much I can do about that. However I do hope you enjoy it! I'm especially proud of this one. There's also a good and bad ending to hopefully satisfy everyone!

Chapter 1: Tyla meets Aren's sister.

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Aren sighed as he scrolled through his phone, just trying to waste time between classes as he sat on an outside bench. He brushed a blonde lock behind his ear, sneaking a glance at Paige from across the lawn. She looked as beautiful as ever, her short brown hair styled in a bob, shining in the sunlight at certain angles. Her hazel eyes shone behind her glasses; glasses which rose up on her face slightly whenever she smiled. She was so pretty, even in just a hoodie and jeans. Aren was nothing to scoff at either, sporting a head of long blonde hair, shiny blue eyes, and a gorgeous physique. For a long time he had been self conscious of his effeminate form, wishing he could look more like his more traditionally masculine peers. However over time–mostly thanks to encouragement from his mother and sisters–he had grown to accept himself. And people could sense that confidence! Paige noticed him from across the way and smiled, giving a small wave. He waved back as he watched her head into the nearby lecture hall.

"'Sup, bitch boy?!" Aren suddenly heard from behind him. He visibly cringed, his mood taking a nosedive. He knew that voice all too well. The femboy slowly turned with a scowl on his face. His blue eyes met deep greens as he had to look up to meet the gaze on him. Standing there was a tall, fit woman. Her abs were exposed to the open air thanks to her crop top, a crop top that hugged her large breasts tightly. Her long, muscular legs stretched out her gym shorts, and her combat boots were planted firmly on the pavement. She tossed her dirty blonde ponytail back, sneering down at Aren.

"What do you want, Tyla?" The effeminate man groaned as he stood up. The combination of Tyla being tall and Aren being short made the height difference between them almost comical. The difference in their height was one of many reasons she had teased him all throughout their academic career. Even after they graduated high school, Aren couldn't escape her wrath since they both enrolled in the same local university. Every day Tyla spoke to him was a day ruined, and today was no exception.

"What do I want? Nothing, really. Just wanted to check if you were still a weak little scrub."

"Fuck off."

"Make me."

"Bitch, you are twenty fucking years old. Yet here you are acting like–" Aren was cut off by Tyla lurching toward him in a threatening manner, causing him to flinch hard and nearly fall off the bench. She burst out laughing, snorting intermittently as she smacked her knee.

"God, you're such a fucking pussy! If you weren't so pathetic it would almost be cute." She wiped a tear from her eye and looked back at him. "So, fucked any cute babes lately?"

"Why do you care?"

"Well I'm curious if you're just as pathetic in the sack as you are everywhere else. Especially compared to me."

"Tyla I don't care what–"

"These sluts just keep their hands off of me!" Tyla mocked exasperation. "I swear they're lining up at my dorm to get a taste of this dick!" Aren couldn't help but glance down. Indeed, right in the crotch of Tyla's shorts was an obscenely massive bulge. It ran down one of her shorts like a hidden snake, the tip almost poking out. She was never one for modesty.

"You're a beast, you know that?"

"That's what my harem tells me! And I bet your MILF of a mom would too!" She laughed again. Aren rolled his eyes, Tyla's jokes about his family older than time. It was no secret he belonged to a family of lookers. Even his friends in highschool would joke about it, but that came from a place of innocent humor. From Tyla, it was like dripping acid. "Well I gotta go. See ya later, shrimp dick!" The tall futa turned and confidently marched away, disappearing around a corner. Aren groaned, running his hands through his golden locks. If this kept up he would seriously consider transfer. Well, maybe if Paige wasn't in the picture.

"I'm home!" Aren called out as he stepped through the front door and kicked off his shoes. He set down his bag and headed to the kitchen for a drink. There he saw his mother Angela, currently standing by the sink and scrubbing a plate.

"Welcome home, sweetie." She turned to him and smiled, her shoulder-length brown hair with lightened ends spinning with her. Her blue eyes glistened in the afternoon light, eyes that all her kids had inherited from her. Her plump lips held the smile for some time, the small beauty mark on her chin ever present. Tyla wasn't wrong when she called Angela a MILF. Her massive, full breasts stretched out her yellow apron, warping it like a case around twin pillows. Despite her middle age, they still barely sagged, and bounced hypnotically whenever she moved. Unlike her son and daughters, Angela had a bit of extra meat on her. She sported creamy, thick thighs and a tummy that hung deliciously over the waistband of her pants. Her body was perfect for hugs, and Aren had no shortage of them throughout his life. Angela was a phenomenal mother, supporting her kids all on on her own since they were born. Thankfully Angela was well enough off that she didn't have to work herself to the bone. She supported her children unconditionally, and had enough love for all three of them and then some.

"Hey, Mom." Aren sighed and opened the fridge to forage for a soda.

"You alright, honey?" Angela asked as she set the plate in the drying rack. "You seem a bit off."

"I'm alright. Classes are just a bit stressful right now."

"Well if you need to talk, you know me and your sisters are here." Angela shuffled over to her only son and planted a loving kiss on the top of his head. "Love you."

"Love you too, Mom." Aren blushed and took his drink to the living room, where he encountered his older sister Samantha.

"Heya, Pup." she said, giving him a smirk as she lazily laid on the couch watching TV. Aren blushed again as she addressed him by her pet name for him. It had started when he was born. He was a preemie, so Sam had compared him to that of a puppy, and the nickname stuck. At least for her. Sam was dressed in a lazy outfit, consisting of a sports bra and booty shorts. Her toned, athletic body was on full display, wreathed in various tattoos along her limbs and midriff. Her black hair was tied back in a braid, and their matching eyes met again. "I heard you talking to Mom. Are you sure you're okay?"

"To be honest, Sam… No, I'm not okay. I just didn't want to trouble Mom." Sam sat up and patted her lap.

"C'mere. Tell Big Sis all about it." Aren couldn't say no to her, and climbed into her lap, leaning back against her body as she wrapped him in a hug. He blushed a little as her large bosom pressed against his back, but she didn't seem to mind. Sam kissed the back of his head and spoke again. "So what's the matter, Pup?"

"It's Tyla…"

"Again?! My god I can't believe that bitch is still picking on you after all these years!" Sam hugged her little brother tighter, soothing him with her warm body. "I have half a mind to take her down a peg."

"Like fight her?" Aren looked up at her with concern on his face.

"No no, just a stern talking to." Sam chuckled and gently massaged his scalp, causing his sour mood to melt away.

"You really don't have to do that."

"You know you can't stop me, Pup." Aren was a bit concerned now. He had never seen Tyla get into any fights, but she didn't seem like the type to lose. She had a few inches of height on Sam, and a good half-foot on him.

"Just… Promise me you won't do anything stupid?"

"I promise, Pup."

Aren was on his way home from classes, listening to music as he walked, when he suddenly heard a familiar voice.

"Hey, pussy!" He cringed and looked to his left, seeing Tyla standing on the front step of her house. He sometimes forgot that her residence was on his way home. Normally she wouldn't assail him from her doorstep, but it seemed today she had nothing better to do. Aren had even considered changing his route, but this one was the fastest by far. "Hey! I know you can hear me!" Tyla called out again, now walking up to him. Aren sped up his pace, trying to power-walk further down the street away from his bully. "What's the matter? You scared?" Tyla was now laughing as she jogged after him. That's when Aren saw salvation. Walking up the street towards him was Sam! She had two popsicles, one in her hand and one in her mouth already. She had wanted to meet her little brother halfway as a surprise. Once she saw who was tailing him, her expression hardened and she rushed up to her brother.

"Pup! Are you okay?"

"Sam, she's following me!" Samantha felt rage boiling in her core. She bit down so hard on the remnants of her popsicle that the stick snapped in two. She spit out wood chips and handed the other to her brother as she stomped up to the belligerent futanari.

"You!" She barked, pointing at Tyla. "What's your fucking problem huh? Why are you fucking with my brother?!" Tyla's face contorted into an arrogant grin.

"Why? Because I fucking can! " Sam was in her face now, staring at her with daggers in her eyes. "What are you gonna do about it? You gonna hit me?" Tyla almost seemed to want Sam to swing at her, as if she was hoping for a new way to cause Aren pain. Thankfully instead, Samantha maintained her temper.

"How about instead I tell you how much of a vindictive cunt you are?"

"Fine by me. Let's talk then. My house is over there." Tyla pointed back at her abode with her thumb.

"Alright, then. I'll give you a piece of my mind." Sam turned back to Aren. "Go home, Pup. I'll be back in a minute." She kissed him lovingly on the forehead.

"But-"

"Go." Aren knew there was no point in arguing, so he turned and slinked his way home, his popsicle having melted into mush inside its wrapper.

Hours passed by, and Aren began to grow worried. He texted Samantha every half-hour or so trying to get a hold of her, but nothing worked. Aren even went to his mom with his concerns, but she brushed it off.

"Samantha can handle herself." She had said, but Aren continued to worry. Finally, early in the evening, Sam returned. She walked through the front door with a slight limp, one of her bra straps out of place and her hair incredibly disheveled. Her face was flushed, and she almost seemed to be shaking. Aren rushed up to her, though, concerned for her wellbeing.

"Sam! Are you okay?" he asked, looking incredibly worried at her frazzled appearance.

"I'm… I'm fine, Pup. I talked to her. Just… Leave me be for now, okay?" Her voice was hoarse and somewhat shaky.

"But what happened? Why do you look so–"

"I said leave me alone!" Sam suddenly snapped, causing her brother to flinch and whimper. Suddenly her phone pinged in her pocket, and she hurriedly pulled it out to check. Aren saw an unmistakable name across the screen. Tyla. Sam immediately looked regretful for her tone, and just hurried off to her room. Aren was more anxious than ever, thoughts of what could have possibly gone down swirling in his mind. What had Tyla done to his big sister? Why did she have her number in her phone?

Aren awoke with a sudden jolt, sleep being ripped from his body by a loud noise in the room next to him. It sounded like a pained cry. He waited for a moment, unsure if it had been part of his dreams.

"Oh my fucking god!" He suddenly heard the unmistakable voice of Samantha. Aren sat up, worried that something horrible was happening to his sister. That's when he suddenly heard another voice.

"Yeah take it you fucking cunt! A stupid whore like you is only good for one thing!" There was no mistaking it. It was fucking Tyla! Aren rocketed out of bed, not bothering to change out of his briefs and tank top that hugged his feminine body as he rushed across the hall to Sam's room. He flung the door to her room open, and his world changed forever.

Samantha was laying on her bed, naked with her legs up in the air. Mounted above her, bearing down on her muscular body with her own was the unmistakable form of Tyla. She was also naked, her medium, firm breasts bouncing up and down as she thrusted away. They were fucking. Well more specifically, Tyla was currently fucking the life out of his big sister. Sam's fat tits flopped around wildly as she was thrust into like an industrial piston, Tyla's hips slamming into her with loud claps. Her arms flailed around, grabbing at pillows, Tyla's arms, and her own tits. Her face was contorted in pure ecstasy, her tongue hanging out of her mouth as she screamed and gurgled with untold amounts of pleasure. Sweat cascaded off of Tyla's brow, her dirty blonde locks sticking to her face as she gave her all into fucking the stacked tomboy beneath her. Aren's eyes zeroed in on the point of penetration, and his brain nearly cracked. Plunging itself into his sister's dainty flower was the biggest fucking cock the femboy had ever seen. It stretched Samantha's cunt lips apart like a crowbar, permanently destroying her once-tight pussy. A froth of cunt honey and precum was bubbling around the point of penetration, puddling under her fat ass in the bed. Then there was Tyla's cock. It was thicker than a can of soda, covered in dozens gnarled throbbing veins that pumped blood to a tip that was currently hidden in the depths of his sister's pussy. Every time she pulled back to thrust, strings of sticky sex slime connected her pubis and Sam's crotch. Her hips went back and back and back, and yet her cock never seemed to end. Then she would thrust, and the countless inches would vanish within Samantha's birth canal with a disgusting squelch before their hips connected in a gunshot. Aren could see his big sister's toned stomach bulging out with every thrust, the outline of Tyla's beastly cock stretching her stomach to an almost unnatural degree. Between the hung futanari's thighs were two massive orbs. They stretched out their wrinkly, veiny sack as they churned up cum like well-oiled machines, meanwhile pumping out endless precum to further lubricate the brutal mating. That was all Aren could comprehend before he slammed the door shut. He turned and sprinted back to his room, diving under the covers as if to hide from the horrid reality he was now facing. The cacophony of coitus never ceased, the mating pair likely having not even noticed his intrusion. Aren covered his head with a pillow, but it did nothing to drown out the noise.

"Holy fuck, Tyla you're so fucking huge! I've never been fucked so good! Never stop!"

"Yeah that's right, you stupid slut!" Tyla responded, followed by several loud slaps. "This is where you belong!" It continued for hours, the sounds of the bed rocking, slapping, fucking, and sucking vibrating the entire house. Aren didn't know how his mom was able to sleep through it. It didn't feel real. It felt like his worst nightmare was coming true just across the hall. All the times Samantha had held him, comforted him, loved him… None of it mattered anymore. Neither did her affirmations about his appearance. Affirmations that had helped to build his confidence from the ground up. All of it was undone the second he opened that door. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Tyla roared out her last orgasm, and the noise settled down. Samantha was still a moaning mess, and Tyla laughed in what sounded like triumph. Even after the sexual storm had ended, Aren didn't sleep a wink.

Chapter 2: Tyla continues to ruin Sam.

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The next morning, Aren didn't want to get out of bed. He was mentally and physically exhausted. The only thing that motivated him to actually move was his full bladder and empty stomach.

He dragged himself out of bed to the bathroom, stopping to peer into Samantha's room out of morbid curiosity. Everything was… orderly. The bed was made, the sheets were changed, and the room even smelled like air freshener. But nothing could ever hope to cover up the sins he knew were committed in that room. The only evidence remaining was a few dents in the wall by the headboard. He shivered and continued to the bathroom. As he flushed the toilet, he stared blankly into the mirror. Two dark, baggy eyes stared back at him, framed by stray disheveled golden locks. His haze was broken by the sound of a familiar laugh. Tyla. She was still in his house! Worse yet, he also heard the voices of his mother and sister as well!

Filled with a new sense of vigor, Aren rushed downstairs and into the dining room, where he found what he feared most. Sam and Angela were talking and smiling at the table with Tyla, who was engaged in conversation as well.

"Oh! Sam, honey, does your girlfriend need anything?"

"Girlfriend?!" Aren squeaked, drawing the attention of the three to him.

"Good morning, honey!" Angela said in her usual singsong voice. "I hope you slept alright. Sam and her girlfriend here were up very late." There was that word again. Girlfriend. Aren looked over at Sam, who couldn't look her little brother in the eye. She had an expression of guilt across her face, rubbing her shoulder awkwardly.

"M-Morning, Aren." she mumbled. Aren felt his heart begin to tear. Sam hadn't called him by his first name in years.

"Heya, dude!" Tyla said while beaming at him, seemingly unaware or uncaring of how horribly she had slighted him. No, she knew. She knew and was proud of it, that much Aren was sure of. He noticed then that Sam was sitting in Tyla's lap, and he watched in horror as Tyla pulled Sam into a comforting hug, sensing her tension. She stroked her shoulder and hair, gently kissing the back of her head just like Sam always did for him. The tear in his heart widened a bit more.

"So how long have you two been together?" Angela asked, whisking up eggs on the stovetop, seemingly unaware of how distraught her son was.

"We just got together yesterday, but I had my eye on her for a while." Tyla shot Aren another evil grin and he nearly burst into tears.

"Babe! Don't say it like that! You make me sound like a slut! Ahn.~" Sam suddenly gasped as Tyla groped her fat tomboy tits, kneading them around like dough. She turned her head around to kiss her new girlfriend, their lips and tongues mashing together in a wet slurry of passion.

The next few days were some of the worst of Aren's life. Tyla would torment him at university, taunting him about how tight his sister's pussy used to be, and how much of a slut she had become. When he came home his mother would sing the praises of his bully, talking about how she'd never seen Samantha more happy. Then at night, they would fuck like wild animals, shaking the entire second floor with their hormone-fueled breeding. Tyla would cum inside Samantha's cunt almost exclusively, something that would send her into a squirting frenzy every time. One night, during an especially brutal session of coitus, Aren had passed by Sam's room and noticed the door ajar. Peering in, he saw his darling older sister bent over on the bed like a whore. Tyla's hips were colliding with Sam's fat juicy ass like artillery fire, sending droplets of cum and pussy juice flying in all directions. The wall behind the headboard now had a crater in it, and the mattress was absolutely ruined. He barely recognized his sister. She was covered in bite marks, bruises, and layers of thick semen. Samantha, the epitome of strength, emotional control, and comfort in his life had been reduced to a screaming, insatiable cum-guzzling cunt in a matter of days.

"FUUUUCK MEEEE!!!" Samantha screamed as her pussy was rearranged for the umpteenth time that night, Tyla's she-cock so big it could penetrate the tomboy's womb on especially hard thrusts. The futa noticed the peeping femboy this time, and flashed him a devilish grin, not stopping her thrusting at all. Aren was frozen to the spot like a deer in headlights, Tyla almost daring him to speak up or move. Suddenly, she ripped her immense dick free from the wet sleeve of his sister, showing it in its full size to Aren for the first time.

"Noooo don't take it out!" Sam protested.

"Shut up!" Tyla smacked the slut on her fat ass, causing her to whimper. Her cock was unreal. It jutted out from her groin like a fleshy, veiny club, disgustingly thick and easily a foot and a half long. It ended in an angry, pulsing head the size of an apple that oozed sticky syrup constantly. Her balls matched, like grapefruits sagging to her knees in a wrinkly hairless sack. Aren watched in horror as her testicles pulled up to her body, swelling as they made their ascent, and his eyes widened as he realized what was happening. Tyla was cumming! Her cum slit opened up and launched the first salvo of the thickest, whitest cum Aren had ever seen. It flew from her cock like a fire hose, arching across the room and splattering against the door he was cowering behind. Rope after rope of white pearly goop fired off from Tyla's tip, and she maintained predatory eye contact with Aren the entire time she came. Once her orgasm finished after dozens of ropes, she unceremoniously plunged her cock back into his sister, finally turning her attention away from him. Sam screamed and arched her back in relief that the pleasure she was addicted to had returned. Tyla breaking eye contact seemed to snap Aren out of his trance, and he sprinted back to his room, burying his face in his pillow as he began to weep.

"Aren? You okay?" Paige asked, concern in her voice. Aren snapped out of his daze, turning back to the girl he had been talking to.

"Y-Yeah, I'm fine." Aren blatantly lied, not wanting to trouble his crush with his unorthodox plight.

"Are you sure? You've been looking unwell these past few days. I don't think I've seen you smile once." Aren's heart throbbed. Paige was such a caring and empathetic girl. "I understand if you don't want to talk about it, but just know I'm here if you want to talk. And hey, how about we get some ice cream after class today?" She smiled at him, her gaze warm and comforting like a sunbeam through the dark cloud over his head.

"Yeah, I'd like that." Aren managed the smallest smile.

"Great! I'll see you soon." Paige reached out and hugged him, her embrace a warmth he had been sorely lacking ever since Sam had stopped holding him. He nearly teared up as he remembered. She could barely even look at him anymore, and when he had weakly asked for a cuddle on a particularly bad day she made up an excuse and walked away, leaving him to wallow in his pain. As Paige left, a shadow loomed over him, and he felt his stomach drop.

"She's cute." Tyla growled from behind him. "You should introduce me to her sometime." Aren felt rage boiling in his chest. Adrenaline surged through his veins as he whirled around, swinging his fist towards Tyla's cocky expression. The futanari didn't even blink as she caught his scrawny arm with one of her strong hands, squeezing his wrist and causing him to yelp in pain. His rage was instantly defused and replaced with fear as Tyla glared down at him. "Aww. You think you can hurt me? That's so cute. Ptoo! " Tyla spit a massive, nasty glob of saliva onto Aren's cheek before shoving him away. "You are nothing compared to me, cuck. Don't you ever think you can stop me, or I'll really ruin your fucking life." Aren was shaking, tears welling in his beautiful blue eyes. "See you at home, loser." Tyla hissed as she walked away.

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"I'm glad you agreed to hang out with me." Paige smiled as she licked at her ice cream cone.

"Me too. I've been wanting to get to know you better." Aren responded, already halfway done with his.

"Here, I'll give you my number." Paige took Aren's phone and typed in her number, even taking a cute selfie to use as the contact photo. She snapped a picture of Aren with her own device, quickly assigning it to his contact with a smile. The femboy suddenly spotted a familiar blonde ponytail behind Paige, currently waiting in line. His blood ran cold. It was Tyla, accompanied by Samantha. Both were dressed in revealing, borderline slutty outfits. Crop tops clung to breasts and shorts clung to asses, showing off everything the two were working with. Aren knew it was only a matter of time before–

"Oh hey, half-pint!" Tyla called over. "How's your date going?"

"D-Date?!" Both Aren and Paige asked in unison. Sam looked over as well but quickly averted her gaze.

"C'mon, babe. Let's go sit with your bro." Tyla beckoned her slut over to Aren's table and sat next to Paige, Samantha reluctantly sitting next to her brother. She reeked of sex. The smell of cum, sweat, and pussy juice seemingly permanently soaked into her skin. That's when Aren noticed it. On her lower stomach, right where her womb was, was a new tattoo. It was fresh, haloed by swollen skin and dried spots of blood. It was a large, decorative T . Aren's ice cream hit the pavement. Samantha had really marked herself for life with the initial of his tormentor after a week of nonstop sex. If that was all it took, then maybe Tyla truly was unstoppable.

"Aren? Aren, what's wrong?" Paige reached across the table and took his hand. "You dropped your ice cream."

"Dude, what's wrong? You're shaking!" Tyla feigned concern.

"Aren, do you need anything?" Samantha placed a hand on his shoulder. Aren nearly puked. Again with using his real name…

"I… I feel sick. I need to go home."

"But we just got here!" Tyla protested, reaching for his other hand.

"Don't fucking touch me!" Aren suddenly shouted, pulling away and jumping to his feet. His sudden outburst drew the attention of the patrons around him, and with dozens of eyes suddenly on him, he just couldn't take it. He turned and sprinted away, his eyes stinging with fresh tears.

"Aren, wait! Where are you going?!" Paige called after him.

"We'll go talk to him." Tyla stood up and took Sam's hand. "Sorry about this, hun. He'll text you soon." The two took off after him, quickly catching up thanks to their athletic superiority. Sam grabbed Aren in a full nelson, pinning his arms up and clasping her hands above his head. He wriggled for a bit, but quickly gave up. He never could contend with her strength. What made it hurt even more was the fact that this embrace had no love behind it. Those days were over, and now she was holding him like a disobedient cat. She held him still as Tyla got in his face. "Dude, don't be such a wimp! You just made an ass of yourself in front of the girl you like! You're lucky she seems so nice. Hell, I think if you asked her out she'd say yes." Tyla smiled her trademark condescending smile, her piercing green eyes shimmering behind blonde locks.

"I agree." Sam said, still holding him. "I think it'll be good for you." Tyla leaned in close and whispered in Aren's ear. "Remember what I said about being a prick?" She licked his cheek as he whimpered and writhed in his sister's grip. Thankfully she released him, and he ran the rest of the way home to cry.

"I should talk to him." Sam sighed, kissing Tyla on the cheek. "See you tonight."

Sam gently pushed open the door to her brother's room.

"Aren?" she called out, noticing the quivering bump under his covers. "Aren, can I talk to you for a second?" The lump under the sheets curled into a tighter ball. Sam sighed and sat down, wincing as her fresh tattoo throbbed. She didn't bother reaching a hand down or embracing him. She couldn't. Not like this. "I understand this is really hard for you." Aren suddenly flung the covers off of himself, revealing a face that was red and stained with tears.

"HARD?! You're dating the bitch who ruined my life! You're fucking her every day and keeping me up at night! You got a fucking tattoo!" Spit and snot slung from his face as he sobbed his grievances. "Do you even fucking care, or do you only care about her disgusting dick now?!"

"Aren!" Sam snapped at her brother, causing him to flinch and shut up. "I get you're upset, but you do not talk about my girlfriend like that." Her face quickly softened after her lecture. "Listen, I didn't do this to hurt you, and neither did she. We just… clicked. I really love her, Aren, and she feels the same about me. Things will only get better for you now that we're together. I promise. Everything will be okay." Sam leaned in and gave him a peck on the forehead, the first sign of affection she had shown him in what felt like ages. It soothed and warmed his heart, melting a bit of the ice around it. "By the way, Tori is coming home tomorrow."

Chapter 3: Tyla meets Aren's other sister.

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Indeed that night, their younger sister Victoria returned home. She had been away on a graduation trip with many of her friends and classmates to Amsterdam, and came home to a shower of warm greetings from her family. Aren almost didn't recognize his little sister! She had grown into a beautiful young woman. Her shoulder-length auburn locks shined in the summer sun, as did the blue eyes she shared with the rest of her family. She had a fondness for beautiful sundresses, one of which clung to her body at that very moment. Despite being fully grown, she was even shorter and more petite than her brother, though she still sported perky breasts and a nice round ass. The rest of that evening was spent catching up, Tori wooing her family with tails of her travel excursions. Aren was thankful Tyla was absent for all of this. As the femboy was settling down for the night, there was a knock at his door.

"Aren, can I come in?" Tori's sweet, innocent voice asked from behind the wood.

"Yeah, come in." His sister pushed the door open and stepped inside, walking over and sitting next to him on his bed.

"Are you doing okay, Aren? Earlier when we were talking you looked… distant. Your eyes don't seem as bright as I remember. Is something going on?" The floodgates immediately opened and Aren started weeping pitifully in her lap. "Whoa whoa! What's wrong?" Tori placed her hands on his head and shoulder, softly stroking him and cooing affirmations. "Talk to me, honey."

"D-Do you remember Tyla?" Aren asked, his tears pooling in Tori's lap.

"That girl who used to bully you?"

"She didn't 'used to' bully me. She never stopped, even in college. I could have handled that but now she's dating Sam! Not only that, but they have such loud, obnoxious sex nearly every fucking night! It keeps me awake, and it fucking hurts, Tori!" He continued to sob pathetically in his sister's lap as she soothed him.

"I'm so sorry, honey." Tori purred as she gently stroked his long blonde hair. "I never would have thought Sam had the capacity to hurt you like that." Aren felt his body turning warm and his heartbeat calming down. Like Sam, Tori also had a great soothing effect on him. His love for her was deep. She had always looked up to her brother as her number one role model, often copying his interests and style in an attempt to emulate him. At one point she even confessed that she saw him as "ideally feminine", much to his embarrassment. "I'm curious, how do two girls have such loud sex?" Aren's blood ran cold. He didn't want to reveal Tyla's not-so-well-kept secret to Tori, but he at least owed her the honest truth.

"Tyla… Tyla has a penis. A big one." he sniveled.

"Really?" Tori seemed taken aback. "I've heard of girls having penises sometimes. Apparently one of my friends met one overseas and… she seemed changed after that. So the same happened to Sam, huh?"

"Tori, what are you saying?" Aren turned his head up to face her, noticing a deep blush on his little sister's face. She seemed to be lost in thought.

"N-Nothing." she murmured, gently pushing his head off her lap and standing up. "You need to get some sleep, and so do I. I'm jet lagged. She placed a kiss on his cheek. "I love you."

"I love you too." Aren said worriedly as he watched her leave. Despite him feeling more relaxed, something still felt off to him. His mind kept going back to Sam's promise. Things would be better. But would they really?

The next morning felt much better for Aren. A lack of house-shaking sex from Sam and her homewrecking girlfriend had allowed him to get the best night of sleep in weeks! Maybe things would be better after all! Then he stepped into the living room and saw Tyla. She was lounging on the couch, splayed out with her feet on the coffee table like she fucking owned the place! Not to mention her outfit was ridiculous! A thin, white tank top with no bra let her nipples poke right through the fabric. It was short, showing off her abs that seemed to have gotten more defined from her constant sexual conquests of his sister. Her short-shorts were bulging with her immense package, the fabric visibly warped from the stress placed upon it from within. Next to her on the couch was Tori, hands clasped in her lap and a deep blush on her face.

"I think that orgy lasted the entire weekend. You kinda lose track when you're busting ropes day and night. And that was just my first weekend on campus!"

"W-Wow, Tyla. That's a lot of s-sex. Do… Do you think any of them got pregnant?"

"Probably!" Tyla scoffed. "Not that I care, though. It's their problem anyway." Tyla scratched between her legs like an animal, even sniffing her fingers afterward. Tori looked more flushed than ever, and Aren even noticed her rubbing her thighs together.

"Tyla!" He barked. "The fuck are you talking to Tori about, you sicko?!"

"Aren!" Tori stiffened up as she noticed her brother. "T-Tori was just telling me about college! I'm starting next fall and I was just curious!"

"Yeah, dummy! Ain't no big deal!"

"Shouldn't you be fucking Sam?" He couldn't believe he was suggesting such a thing, but he needed to distract the futa from ruining his sister's innocence even further.

"Sam and the MILF are out. It's just us." Tyla flashed him an evil grin, letting her true intentions show for but a moment.

"You wouldn't da–"

"Hey, Tori." Tyla turned back to the blushing petite beauty next to her. "Have you ever kissed anyone before?"

"N-No, Tyla, I haven't." Tyla smirked, lunging forward and grabbing Tori by her shoulders. The tiny woman could barely make a noise before Tyla's lips were firmly planted against hers.

"Tyla, stop!" Aren barked, grabbing at her shirt to get her away from his sister. But it was no use. A meek, cute moan escaped through Tori's nose as the futa's tongue found its way into her mouth, and Tyla easily shoved Aren back. The femboy fell backwards onto his ass, and could only watch as Tyla broke the kiss with a gasp.

"How was that for a first kiss, Tori?"

"It… It was really nice." Tori panted, her face red with embarrassment. "Sam said you were a good kisser and she was right."

"What else did she tell you?"

"Well, Aren told me you have a really big um… penis."

"I mean you can see that for yourself, cantcha?" Tyla grabbed her bulge and shook it. "I'm fucking hung! " Tori swallowed and stared in absolute awe at the hidden beast. "So, cucky, you talk about my dick to your little sister? What kind of freak are you?" Tyla laughed her signature condescending laugh as Aren's eyes began to well up. "Remember what I told you would happen when you acted up? You would fucking hurt. " Tyla grabbed the front of Tori's pretty flowery sundress and pulled, ripping the fabric open like tissue paper. Tori yelped as her pink bra was exposed, along with her svelte upper body and pale skin.

"Tyla, I liked that dress!" she pouted, not seeming to be upset that she was now half-naked.

"I'll buy you a new one. This one is in the way." The futa continued to rip and tear at the fabric, Tori just sitting there and letting her. Her matching panties were soon exposed, and she sat there in her underwear staring nervously at Tyla. Aren's heart was racing. He had never imagined seeing Tori in such a lurid situation. It was clear now that his downward spiral wasn't stopping at one sister.

"Fuck, you are sexy." Tyla growled, tossing away her tank top and pulling Tori into another kiss. The kiss quickly turned into essentially mouth sex, Tyla's tongue pinning the small woman's and invading her throat in a display of domination and lust. Tori audibly choked on the long pink muscle several times, but did nothing to stop it. In fact she was moaning even louder now, and Tyla took that as encouragement. The futa shoved her hand between Tori's creamy thighs, roughly massaging her dainty, virginal pussy through her soaked panties. Aren's little sister writhed on Tyla's fingers, gasping and squeaking like the innocent little virgin she was. Tyla was chuckling the entire time, her ego through the roof as she effortlessly manipulated her latest conquest. The futa knew her way around the female body like the back of her hand.

"T-Tyla if you don't stop I'm gonna-" Tori was cut off by an explosive orgasm rocking her lithe body, causing her to shake like a leaf in the wind as she soaked Tyla's fingers, her own panties, and the couch beneath them. Aren felt himself spiraling into despair all over again, watching another member of his loving family fall to Tyla's sexual wrath. Cold sweat coalesced across his brow, desperation causing his heart to beat like a jackhammer. Aren thought he could rely on Tori as an anchor of love and support in his life after Tyla ripped Sam away from him, but now history was repeating itself as the poison that was Tyla further infected his life. He felt so small and helpless at that moment, and he was just frozen. He had to do something.

"W-Wait!" he blurted out. "You're cheating on Sam!" He couldn't believe he was acknowledging their relationship, but this was the only thing he could think of to potentially stop this disaster. "Do you really want to lose the girlfriend you claim to love so much?" Tyla started cackling almost maniacally. "You think I give a fuck? Sam is mine! Her body, her mind, her soul. Every part of her belongs to me, and now the same goes for Tori!" Tyla stood up on the couch, yanking down her shorts and letting her giant fuck-hammer free into the world. Tori's eyes went wider than Aren had ever seen. She looked starstruck. She looked in love.

"Tori, please! Say something! Don't help her cheat!" The femboy begged with tears in his eyes. Tori looked at her big brother, then looked away in shame. The same kind of shame that Sam now looked at him with. Tori reached out and grabbed hold of Tyla's monster cock, her tiny hands making it look even bigger somehow. She weakly stroked up and down on Tyla's beastly, venous cunt-buster as precum spewed from her swollen glans. The scent of her futahood was already permeating throughout Tori's mind, corrupting her, brainwashing her. Tori was small enough that Tyla wouldn't be surprised if she could dangle from her cock like a monkey.

"Tyla, you're so big. I-I don't think I can take it."

"Nonsense! Your big sister swallowed it with barely any help!"

"H-How big is it?" Tori flinched as the massive organ above her belched a glob of sticky seed onto her cute face.

"Hmm, last time I checked it was eighteen inches or so."

"Fuck…" Tori gasped. Aren felt another pang in his heart. Tori never cursed like that…

"Now open up, baby girl. Time to start your training."

"Yes, Tyla." Tori opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue.

"Wider."

"Ahhh."

"Wider!" Tori struggled, stretching her lips and jaw as wide as she possibly could. "Good girl." Tyla placed the tip of her musky cock on Tori's tongue, instantly giving her a taste of her salty essence and making her moan at the deliciousness of it. Then she started to push. Slowly, Tyla's donkey dick snaked past Tori's lips until the corona of her tip snagged behind her teeth, locking it in her tiny mouth. Tyla just held her cock there for a moment, flexing her kegels and letting her bloated nuts pump thick she-pre into Tori's mouth. Tyla turned to Aren and smiled.

"You can still stop, me cuck. You could put an end to this if you only had the balls!" She laughed as she turned her attention back to the task at hand, palming Tori's skull and pushing her face deeper onto her fuckmeat. Aren covered his eyes, not wanting to see any more of this awful display. Suddenly his sister gagged so loud he thought she might vomit. His eyes snapped back open and focused on Tori's throat, which was not bulging with the outline of Tyla's monolith. It looked like she was swallowing a tree trunk! His dainty, pure sister was being turned into a cocksleeve just like his other sibling.

Just then, the front door opened, and Sam and Angela walked inside.

"Oh my!" Angela gasped as she laid eyes on the erotic display taking place in her home. Her eyes were locked on the meeting point between Tyla's cock and Tori's lips, a point bubbling and frothing with spit and precum that puddled on the floor. Aren shot to his feet and rushed over.

"Sam! Tyla's cheating on you! See?" He pulled on her arm and pointed back to Tori as she was getting mouth-fucked.

Finally, I can get this monster out of my life for good!

"Hehehe. It worked! Nice." Sam smirked and crossed her arms triumphantly.

"W-What worked?!"

"I took mom out to lunch so Tori and Tyla would be alone together, and as you know, Tyla just can't help herself."

"GLWAK!" Tori sputtered as Tyla wrenched her cock from her widened gullet. The futa said nothing as she ripped away Tori's underwear, leaving her exposed to the air. Her perky tits were capped by pink nipples so hard they could cut diamonds. Her hairy, unshaven pussy drooled cream down her shaking legs. Her eyes were glazed over with the most intense lust she had ever experienced in her lifetime. Tyla grabbed Tori between her legs and plunged her fingers between her wet folds, eliciting a howl from the petite brunette. The combination of Tyla's strength and Tori's weight caused her to be lifted into the air like a cheap dumbbell. Tyla could actively curl her as she wringed untold pleasure from Tori's cunt.

"Y-You set this up?" Aren looked to Sam with a face of utter betrayal. "You wanted this to happen? What about what you said earlier, about your relationship being for the better?" Sam shrugged. "Seems better to me." she said dismissively. "Hey, Mom, you gonna keep watching or-?"

"S-Sorry, dear." Angela snapped out of her voyeurous haze and blushed. "I'll go do some laundry. You need new sheets right?"

"Yeah, they're gonna need some work after tonight." Sam smiled and bit her lip as Tori mewled with an orgasm. Angela shuffled away, seemingly complicit or even supportive in the ruining of her youngest.

"Alright, Tori, time to get fucked." Tyla set down the whimpering girl and grabbed her by the hips, lifting her up effortlessly. She brought her into a stand and carry, Tori's legs instinctually wrapping around the futa's waist and her arms resting on her shoulders. The massive cock jutting from Tyla's crotch looked like a drooling serpent, ready to invade the untouched cavern of another princess. She pressed it against the tiny, virginal slit of her prey, rubbing it all over and coating herself in Tori's liquid arousal. It mixed with her precum, creating a uniquely viscous froth that would only further lubricate their inevitable mating. Aren couldn't take it. He let out a powerful sob from deep in his chest, shuffling over on his knees and grabbing at Tyla's legs.

"Please! Don't do this to me! You've hurt me enough! I'm sorry for talking back! I'm sorry for being pathetic! Just please don't do this!" Tyla scowled down at him, and his two sisters looked dejected as ever.

"This ain't about you, loser." Tyla spat with venom in her voice. "It's about me and her."

"It's okay, Aren. This is just the natural way of things for a bull like Tyla." Sam whispered, condescendingly stroking his hair.

"Don't worry, Aren. I'll be okay. I'm so strong thanks to you, after all!"

"This is all super sweet, but my balls aren't getting any lighter."

"S-Sorry, Tyla. You can fuck me now."

"Good girl."

"Tyla, no! Please! Wait wait wai–" Aren started.

SCHLICK

……

"OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!"

Aren watched in abject horror as Tyla's mutation of a cock barged its way into his little sister's cunt, splitting her dainty lips like a battering ram and absolutely obliterating her hymen. She was penetrated with such force that droplets of pussy slime went flying like shrapnel, even hitting Aren in the face. All of this was just from Tyla's cock head! Tori was screaming bloody murder. She was simultaneously experiencing the worst pain and most intense pleasure of her life. It felt like she was giving birth in reverse!

"Tyla, stop!" Aren shrieked, pawing at her powerful thighs. "You're hurting her!" For once, Tyla listened, as she was also a tad concerned about the noise her new toy was making. Sam knew better, though. She had gone through the same ordeal, albeit with not as small of a pussy.

"I-I'm okay…" Tori suddenly squeaked, her body shaking. "Keep going, Tyla. I want it." Another nail drove into Aren's heart as Tyla grinned.

"Good girl." Tyla gripped Tori's nubile hips and gave her first real thrust, piercing several more inches into her latest conquest. A few small droplets of blood indicating the destruction of Tori's hymen were quickly washed away with her feminine fluids. Tyla pumped her hips again and again, using brute force to sexually decimate Tori beyond her imagination.

"Holy fucking FUCK! I can't breathe! I can't think! I-" Tori was cut off as Tyla's she-cock busted its way into her womb. The petite beauty howled louder than ever, her voice going hoarse as her head flung back and her legs kicked out. A shower of clear liquid cascaded from her stretched labia onto Tyla's abs, thighs, and heavy nuts. By proxy, it also showered all over Aren, causing him to sob and sputter as he retreated. He felt so filthy. "I can't stop cumming holy fuuuuck!"

"That's par for the course." Sam said as she sat down on the couch and dipped her hand into her pants. Tyla took the opportunity to really pick up the pace now that she was anchored in Tori's womb. Now that Aren wasn't clinging to her like a pathetic wimp, she could finally fuck her new toy properly! Her hips quickly became a blur as she dropped into a squat, giving herself more leverage to fuck as hard as she wished. Tori clung to her new lover for dear life, her arms and legs wrapping around Tyla's sculpted body. Her nails raked at her back, the pain of it only fueling Tyla's breeding instincts further. With each rough collision of hips, her fat, swollen cum factories swung back and forth like wrecking balls. They bounced and vibrated against each other as they swelled with potent seed. Tyla was pent up due to not fucking Sam yet today! Tyla's fingers dug into Tori's plump firm butt, gripping it so hard it would surely bruise later.

"Fuck me, Tyla! It feels so fucking good! I love your giant cock!"

"It doesn't hurt anymore, does it?"

"No! Holy shit I can feel you in my womb! I didn't know cocks could go so deep! I'll never be the same again!"

"Good, because I own this pussy! Nobody will ever touch you again but me! Say it!"

"Oooh you own this pussy! You own me! I'm yours! Please fuck me forever! I'm fucking cumming again!" The stream of femcum was near constant at this point, a puddle forming around Tyla's feet as her balls were drenched in it. The futa's overactive testicles almost seemed to enjoy their bath in feminine slime, pulsing and throbbing even faster as they pumped thick precum through her shaft. The bulge of her cock punched up and down through Tori's tight stomach, signaling the path it took through her guts on every pump.

Sam meanwhile was going to town on herself. She had long since discarded her clothes, sitting naked with her legs splayed open as she aggressively masturbated to her sister being wrecked. Her pussy was so used to rough treatment by oversized objects that she was able to practically fist herself. Tori's entire body was going between stiff and limp, the cycle repeating every few seconds whenever she had another mind-shattering orgasm. Her brown locks whipped about wildly, matting to her face as she sweat uncontrollably. She couldn't focus on anything else but the otherworldly pleasure centered on her cunt. Tori could live the rest of her life like this. She would do anything to feel this bliss every day. Tyla could abuse her, spit on her, chain her up, it didn't matter. All of Tori's hopes and dreams had been replaced by Tyla's cock!

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum." Tyla snarled, her pace now erratic and wild.

"Do it! Cum inside me! Fill me with your cum and make me pregnant!" Tori shrieked, dead serious in her demands. To hell with her future plans, her desires for college, a career, or to travel the world! All she needed was to bear Tyla's children.

"P-Pregnant?!" Aren stammered, horrified at the thought of having a niece or nephew sired by the person he hated the most. "Tyla don't–"

"UNGHH!!!" With one final slam, Tyla tunneled her womb-wrecker as deep as she could possibly force it, pushing Tori's baby sack deeper into her body in the process. Her massive sagging balls visibly throbbed and clenched up to her body, the veins growing so tight they looked ready to burst through her skin. Tori instantly felt like she was being pumped full of boiling hot lava. Tyla's thick, potent baby batter blasted into her vulnerable womb, painting every millimeter of surface area white with sperm. Her angry, oversized swimmers rushed into her depths like an invading army, ready to conquer the nation that was her ovum. Tori came harder than ever, showering Tyla's spitting serpent in her cum as it continued to fill her cunt. Her balls clenched and unclenched, seemingly bottomless as Tori's tiny, ruined pussy gripped the futa's cock so hard it threatened to tear it off! Her stomach began to expand slightly, her body making space to accommodate all of the precious seed. She already looked slightly pregnant like this. Sam experienced her own intense orgasm, her used pussy squirting all over the couch and even hitting the coupling pair. With a grunt, Tyla ripped her cock from Tori's body, causing a splash of dense progeny to coat the floor. The futa aggressively tossed Tori onto the couch next to her sister, turning her cock towards the both of them and showering them in the remaining pearly ropes of her orgasm. Both sisters opened their mouths, catching a few lashes on their hungry tongues.

Aren was beyond devastated. Sam's promise to him was null and void, and all that remained was pain. These weren't his sisters, they were just pieces of meat; and they loved it. Tyla turned to the distraught femboy, just smiling at him.

"Say goodbye, you fucking loser." She spit onto his face again before grabbing the hands of his sisters and pulling them to their feet. Tori needed assistance as her legs barely worked. Tyla, with her cock still rock hard, escorted the two slutty sisters upstairs, trailing feminine juices and cum the entire way. Aren heard Tori's bedroom door slam shut, and the sounds of coitus began anew.

The rest of that evening Aren spent with headphones on full blast, trying in vain to drown out the endless screams of his siblings. Screams of how big Tyla was, how good it felt to get fucked, and how proud they would be to carry her offspring. The moaning would occasionally give way to the sounds of sloppy fellacio accompanied by desperate swallowing as countless loads of ball jelly were ingested. In an act of desperation, Aren opened Paige's contact and shot her a message.

A: Hey, wanna go out for a bit?

P: Sure! I'm actually in the area running some errands. I'll stop by in a bit!

A: Wait, don't come to my house. I'll meet you at the corner.

P: I am currently driving. I will respond to your message when I reach my destination.

"Fuck."

Only a few minutes later there was a knock at the door. Aren rushed downstairs to answer it before anyone else, yanking the door open to see Paige. She gave him a look of concern as she saw his reddened face and puffy eyes.

"Hi, Aren! Why do you look so—" She trailed off as her ears were filled with the sounds of lovemaking. She could even feel the vibrations of each thrust beneath her feet. "Aren what's—"

"Don't listen! Let's just go! Please!" Aren hurriedly ushered his crush out the door and down the driveway.

"Do um… do you want to drive somewhere?"

"Yes. Please take me far away from here. I need quiet."

"How about the park then?"

"And then she took Tori right in front of me." Aren finished regaling the horrible tale of the past few weeks, his cheeks stained with fresh tears. Paige had her hand on his shoulder, gently rubbing it to comfort her friend. The two sat on a bench beneath a street lamp, watching the sun set over the horizon. It would have been perfect under different circumstances.

"Aren I'm… I'm so sorry that this is happening to you. I can only imagine the pain you're going through. Just know that I'll always be here for you. I won't ever associate with Tyla again. I won't even look at her now that I know what a monster she is. You're so important to me."

"Thank you, Paige…" Aren leaned his head onto her shoulder and she pulled him closer, gently kissing the top of his head. It was a comfort he needed more than anything, Paige's tender affection acting like a painkiller for the agony in his heart.

"I love you, Aren. I always will." Aren's heart began to race. Paige had just confessed, and so nonchalantly! Or was it just platonic love? Should he respond? What if he was wrong and it ruined their relationship?! Fuck it.

"I love you too, Paige. I have for a long time now. I really need you right now, and I know it's a bit selfish but… would you be willing to be my girlfriend?"

"Of course, Aren." Paige gently turned his head to face her and kissed him, their lips brushing together tenderly for a moment. As the sun finally disappeared, their makeout session ended. Aren didn't want to go home, but he couldn't ask Paige to stay with her in her dorm. Not yet, at least.

"I should go home…"

"It's okay, baby. You're strong, especially with me here now."

As Aren and his new girlfriend stepped into his house, they were immediately greeted by the debaucherous sight of Tyla sitting on the couch with her legs splayed open. Her tree trunk of a cock jutted out from her crotch, and Sam was currently attached to the tip via her slutty mouth. She slobbered and choked on it desperately, precum and split gushing out of her mouth and onto Tori, who was latched onto one of Tyla's cum orbs. Paige's face instantly went beet-red, and Aren panickedly shoved her out the door.

"I'll text you!" he barked before slamming the door shut.

"So, you finally bagged yourself a girl? Nice!" Tyla smirked as she was orally worshiped. Aren clenched his fist in rage and embarrassment. He had seen Paige's eyes lock onto Tyla's cock when they walked in. He just couldn't take it, and rushed off to his room with renewed tears. He went to bed without eating that night, refusing to come out even when Tori knocked on his door.

"Aren, dinner is ready."

"FUCK OFF!!" he shouted from beneath his covers. There was a moment of silence before his little sister spoke again.

"Sorry…" She sounded heartbroken, but Aren knew better. All she cared about was Tyla now.

The next morning his stomach won him over, and he ventured out of his room in search of food. He hated how it felt; like he was trekking through dangerous wilderness wrought with predators instead of his own home. On his way down the hall he paused as he passed Tori's room. His curiosity got the better of him as he heard what sounded like particularly aggressive sex going on. Peering through the door, he bore witness to Tyla pummeling Tori with her cum cannon from behind, nearly sending her flying off the bed with every thrust. She was fucking Tori in the ass this time, nearly turning the tight hole inside out with the sheer girth of her weapon. Every pump of her hips forced Tori's face deeper into Sam's snatch, since she was currently straddling the face of her younger sister.

"Good slut, eat your sister's cunt! Felch my jizz out of her pussy and swallow it!" Tyla finished her command with a smack onto Tori's ass. Aren nearly threw up at the sight, quickly hurrying away to get breakfast. This was a new low even for his harlot sisters. Going beyond threesomes into the realm of incest. Fucking despicable. He heard all three simultaneously orgasm as he toasted a slice of bread, then again as he meekly slurped his cereal. On his way back to his room he gathered the courage to look again, only to see Tyla standing over his sisters, facing the door.

"Open wide, pigs!" She bellowed as a sudden rush of golden piss sprayed from her tip. It cascaded over the mind-broken faces of the two siblings and into their open, hungry mouths. They moaned as they tasted the sour liquid and were bathed in the acrid scent of urine. Aren rushed to the bathroom and actually did throw up this time, losing his breakfast and causing his hunger to return.

And that's how it went for the next month. Aren would half-heartedly slog through school, his mood only improving whenever he hung out with his new girlfriend. It instantly soured whenever he returned home, however, as he would always be greeted by the sounds of sex. His mother seemed unbothered, always humming away as she cooked dinner or worked on her crafts. Aren was truly living in hell. Or so he thought.

One day, Angela came up to her son with a big smile.

"Aren, sweetie, guess what?"

"Huh?" Aren robotically turned his head to face his mother from the book he had been pretending to read. Actually reading it proved impossible with the sounds of Tori cumming herself comatose echoing through the home.

"I got us tickets to go to AquaLand!" Aren suddenly perked up, a tidal wave of memories flooding his mind. He had fond memories of visiting the water park when he was younger, playing on the slides with his sisters and floating in the lazy river.

"Really?" He smiled and hopped up from the couch. "That's great, mom! When are we going?"

"This weekend! You, me, your sisters and Tyla!" Aren immediately felt his stomach drop. At the same time Tyla roared from upstairs, cumming buckets into one of his sister's holes.

"Why Tyla?"

"She's family, sweetheart. I know it's hard, but they just love each other so much! Tyla has so much love to give, she needs two girlfriends to handle it all."

"Mom, that's not love! " Aren sobbed. "It's not! It's… It's HELL!!!" Aren barked, beating his fists into the couch as tears stained his cheeks yet again. "I hate it! I hate the noises, I hate the smells, I hate Tyla! " His lamenting was punctuated by another pleasured wail, this time from Sam. Angela cooed and pulled him into a hug, his dejected face sinking into the bottomless crevice between her soft bosom. His senses were filled with her sweet-smelling perfume, and he felt himself beginning to calm down. He may have lost his sisters to Tyla's monsoon of depravity, but at least he had his loving, doting mother. She held him tightly to her soft, warm body and gently rocked him back and forth as he weeped.

"Sshh, I know, I know." she cooed, massaging his scalp. "I know it's hard to adjust to something like this, but Sam and Tori are truly happy."

Happy? HAPPY?! I wouldn't call that happy, I'd call that brainwashing.

"Harder! Fuck my womb harder!" Sam's voice suddenly rang out, disrupting his train of thought.

"I'm not okay, Mom." Aren said from between her breasts.

"Aren, honey. If you're that unhappy, I'd be willing to get you a place to stay for a bit." Aren felt rage building in his chest. His mother was willing to remove him and let the trio of degeneracy stay?! He pulled himself away from his mother.

"Mom, I don't think you get it–"

"Aren, that's enough!" Angela suddenly said sternly. "I understand you don't like this, but you don't get to decide what your sisters do, or who they love. I love you, sweetie, but I love my daughters just as much, and I want them to be happy." The sound of slurping interrupted her words.

"I'm sorry, Mom, I just… I don't know what to do."

"Come here, baby." She pulled him into another hug, muffling the sounds of coitus for him and slowly diffusing his rage. Aren sighed and nuzzled her bust, hiding his tears in the process.

"I love you, Mom…"

"I love you too, sweetie."

"I LOVE YOUR COCK!!!"

Chapter 4: Tyla ruins a day at the water park.

Chapter Text

"Alright, everyone! It's time to head out!" Angela sang, smoothing out her yellow sundress that clung to her MILFy body. Aren silently cursed himself as he blushed at her figure. It was his own mom, how shameful! His sisters and their girlfriend came walking out to the car, dressed in various casual clothes to hide their swimsuits. Surprisingly, all three looked… clean, like they had abstained from their routine morning orgy.

"You three in the back, Aren you're shotgun." Angela shut the trunk of the minivan and hopped into the driver's seat, pulling the seatbelt between her huge tits. Aren followed, hopping in next to his mother, and the remaining three piled in the back. Tyla took the middle seat, sandwiched on either side by her devoted cumsluts that rested their heads on her shoulders. Angela and Aren both peeked back through the rearview mirror, Angela out of curiosity and Aren out of contempt. The minivan pulled out of the driveway and began the hour or so journey to AquaLand.

Almost Immediately Aren began to hear his sisters giggling like schoolgirls, and he turned to see them running their hands all over Tyla's body. Tori had one of the futa's perky breasts in her hand, kissing the side of her neck as Sam rubbed her massive bulge and kissed her lips. Tyla had one hand on Tori's pert ass, and the other down Sam's shirt. Angela snuck several glances in the mirror at the depravity occurring in the backseat of her vehicle. The fondling and making out continued for the entire drive, but thankfully never going further. As Angela pulled into the parking lot, Tyla's girlfriends finally pulled away from her, leaving hickeys all over her neck and chest which she proudly displayed. The five of them filtered out of the van and grabbed their bags. Angela turned in the tickets at the gate, and they all headed to the changing rooms. Aren, in typical male fashion, finished changing first, and he now stood outside the girl's locker room in his swimsuit. For bottoms he had on a tight pair of navy blue swim trunks, with legs short enough to show off his tanned, juicy thighs. For a top, he had on a blue and white crop top with long sleeves that showed off his tight, untanned tummy. Even just standing there he turned the heads of several men and women as they passed him. Sam was the first to come out, her sandals clacking against the concrete. She had a unique combination. Her top was reminiscent of a sports bra, white with black trim, and hugging her bust tightly, allowing her tattoos and abs to be on full display; especially her womb tattoo. Her bikini bottoms were all black, hugging her wide hips and riding up her ass like a thong. They had extra fabric to wrap around her thighs and the bottom of her glutes like a push-up bra for her ass. Her dark hair was also tied up in a bun, with sunglasses sitting on her head.

"Hey, Pu–Aren." she said, giving him a disingenuous smile. Before he could respond, Tori came skipping out of the locker room. Her swimsuit was significantly more modest than her sister's but that somehow made it just as sexy. Her bikini top had white and blue stripes, with frills lining the outside. From the bottom, see-through fabric draped across her midriff. Her bottoms had matching patterns and frills as well, and hugged her butt comfortably. Her beauty was all undercut by the new T tattooed over her womb, matching her elder sister. Aren nearly threw up when he saw it. She really was lost.

"Hi, Aren! You look good!"

"Thanks…" he mumbled, grinding his foot into the ground.

"You always look handsome, honey." Angela purred as she emerged. Aren's eyes shot open as he laid eyes on his mom's swimsuit. She wore a one piece swimsuit in name only. A one piece that somehow showed as much skin as her daughters' suits. While technically not a bikini, the fabric split into a "V" at her stomach that went all the way down to her navel. The fabric wrapped around her sides, leaving the side of her breasts and most of her upper back exposed. The two raised ends of the garment just covered the bottom of her massive tits and barely hid her nipples, before thinning into a single string that tied around her neck. The bottom was so thin between her legs that her entire hips were in open air. One wrong movement and she would flash everyone at the water park. This was out of character for Angela. She had always been a very modest woman, yet here she was wearing the most unbecoming bathing suit Aren had ever seen. Worst of all, he felt his face growing hot and his heart starting to race. Why did his entire family have to radiate sex appeal?

"Damn, Mom! You look amazing!" Sam said with a wolf whistle.

"I see what Tyla means when she calls you a MILF." Tori said with a blush. Aren cringed at his once-innocent little sister using such crass language, towards her own mother nonetheless!

"Thank you, girls. I wanted to feel sexy and young again, so I asked Tyla for a recommendation." Aren's fists clenched in a newfound fury. He wasn't even surprised at this point. Of course Tyla was filling his mother's mind with lurid ideas, the fucking witch! He would have to give her a piece of his–

"Phew! Sorry to keep you waiting!" Tyla spoke in her signature obnoxious tone as she stepped into the sunlight. Aren's jaw hit the floor. If he thought Angela's suit was revealing, Tyla may as well have been naked! She had on the smallest sling bikini Aren had ever seen. From a thin collar, two thin ribbons of black fabric stretched over her breasts, covering only her nipples before reconnecting below her navel into a thin g-string that flossed between her cheeks and back up her spine. The suit had a stretchy pocket to cradle her massive package like a grapefruit stuffed into a sock. For once she had her hair down, almost looking like a different person. Any anger Aren had was evaporated in the face of unrivaled sexual beauty that was Tyla. Her muscles, her skin, her eyes, her cock! Everything about her was perfect, and he hated it.

"You okay, shrimp? You're drooling." Tyla teased before swatting him playfully on the butt. "I know I'm hot!" Angela couldn't help but giggle.

"You're dating two of my children already, Tyla. Why not all of them?~" Aren's rage immediately came rushing back like a tidal wave, a vein bulging out of his forehead. He blinked a few tears away and stomped in the direction of the pool.

For several hours, the five of them enjoyed the waterslides, wave pools, and many other luxuries the park had to offer. Aren was able to have fun in spite of the circumstances. The entire group turned heads wherever they went, especially Angela and Tyla. Men and women were practically drooling over them. Sam and Tori never left Tyla's side, frequently receiving sloppy kisses from their conqueror. Aren was too upset about it to notice the attention he himself was receiving, otherwise he may have gotten a nice confidence boost. Several times various women came up to Tyla, talking, flirting, and staring blatantly at her bulge. It didn't matter that she had two whores already hanging off of her, they only saw an opportunity to join the harem. Angela also got plenty of attention, primarily from older, and even younger men. She entertained the flirting, but ultimately turned them all down.

At the three hour mark, Angela's three children and Tyla found themselves taking a relaxing break in a hot tub. Aren had tried to stay by himself, but in true fashion, Tyla had dragged her whores along to ruin his peace. Sam and Tori clung to Tyla like baby monkeys, enjoying the heat of her powerful body more than that of the hot tub.

"So, shrimpy, how are classes going?" Tyla asked, leaning back like she owned the entire park.

"My grades have been slipping." Aren replied, no emotion in his words.

"Aw shit, man, why's that?"

"You know exactly why."

"I really have no idea." Tyla donned her signature obnoxious grin as her girlfriends pressed themselves against her more. Just then, the bubbles turned off, and Aren looked down into the water. Tyla's bitch breaker was out. It was rock hard in all its glory, and his sisters were sensually jerking it off beneath the surface of the water. Aren froze, a response now standard for him in these situations with the homewrecking futa. His sisters only increased the pace of their stroking, as if him finding out made the situation hotter to them. They giggled and kissed Tyla's neck and shoulders, moaning praise into her ears.

"You're so big, baby."

"You could fuck every girl in this park if you wanted."

"What the fuck…" Aren snapped out of his haze and began to get up.

"Wait!" Tyla said, causing the femboy to stop. Suddenly she bit her lip, and her eyes went into a squint. Aren knew that face. She was–

"Unf, fuck!" Suddenly a thick white cloud of semen erupted forth from her piss slit, clouding the water around Aren as it sprayed with incredible force. He wretched in absolute disgust, flailing around in the water. He started to hear laughter around him. Tyla, his sisters, even other patrons and lifeguards were laughing at the humiliating display. He felt his eyes stinging with familiar tears as he scrambled to escape the hot tub. As he finally began his exit, his foot slipped on the wet edge of the tub, causing him to fall forward and hit his head on the concrete, knocking him out cold.

—

"Aren? Aren, sweetie can you hear me?" A voice. His mom's voice. Aren slowly opened his eyes, his pupils narrowing as light flooded his vision. Once his eyes adjusted, Angela's face came into focus, plastered in concern. He looked around and realized he must have been in the park's infirmary. As he went to sit up, there was a deep throbbing in his head. He clutched his skull and felt a bandage on his forehead.

"Hey, dude, you need to relax." Tyla's voice spoke up. "You hit your head pretty hard."

"Tyla carried you here, honey." Angela sniffled, putting a hand on the futa's shoulder.

"Wha..?" Aren murmured. Why would Tyla of all people help him? Especially when it was her fault he was in this situation! Angela suddenly began sobbing, burying her face in Tyla's exposed cleavage and hugging her shoulders. Tyla responded by embracing the woman, gently rubbing her back and softly cooing reassurance.

"I'm sorry." Angela said, wiping her eyes. "I need some fresh air…" She walked back outside, Sam and Tyla following behind.

"You'll be okay, Aren." Tori purred, gently brushing his soft hair. "Just get some rest." And with that, he was alone again, and the mental exhaustion finally took hold.

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Thump! Thump! Thump!

Aren's eyes flickered open. What was that noise? It sounded close yet… muffled. Intermixed with the strange sound was… moaning? Aren groaned and sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and standing up on shaky legs. His head was still dully throbbing, but he needed to stretch his legs. Slowly he wandered outside, noticing the sun starting to set and the park goers filing out. It seemed the park was getting ready to close.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

It was louder, both the banging and the moaning. He followed the sound around the back of the building, the chorus of noise growing louder and louder, until he turned the corner to where the dumpsters were.

There he descended into the next circle of his personal Hell.

Angela was bent over at the waist, her huge mommy tits hanging out of her swimsuit. Her wide, puffy nipples pointed at the ground as her breasts swung back and forth and jiggled like crazy. Her hands were firmly planted on the brick wall in front of her for support. She needed all she could get with how hard her body was jerking back and forth. The bottom of her bathing suit was pulled to the side, exposing her hairy, puffy pussy that drooled clear, sticky juices onto the concrete below. Her pussy itself was vacant, but her other hole was anything but. What was once a tight, untouched rosebud was now being stretched beyond what any asshole should have been able to take. The object gaping his mother's ass was none other than Tyla's fat futa cock. She had both hands gripping Angela's love handles, her fingers sinking into her soft pliable flesh hard enough that she would surely bruise. Her plump, expansive ass cheeks were sent flying with each powerful thrust of Tyla's muscular hips, her body built for marathons of copulation. The futa's balls swung back and forth, tapping against Angela's pudgy stomach on particularly strong thrusts. They were more swollen than usual thanks to only having orgasmed once that day. She had a lot of fucking to make up for, and she was going to start with the MILF in her predatory grasp.

"Tyla! Your cock is so fucking huge! I've never had anything so big!"

"Bigger than your husband's?" The dirty blonde futa snarled, slapping her ass with the force of a punch.

"Yes! So much bigger than his! I never let him fuck my ass before! My ass belongs only to you, Tyla!"

"Just you wait, slut! I'll stuff your womb like your husband never could!"

"I can't wait! I want you to make me into a slut just like my daughters!"

"And what about your pathetic excuse of a son?" She spanked Angela again, causing droplets of cunt juice to spray everywhere.

"Ohhh fuck! I want you to take him too! I want to watch you fuck his little femboy brains out!" Tyla paused before a wide grin spread across her face. "Tyla? What's wroAAAGGHH!!" The futa seemed to descend in a fuck-thirsty fury, grabbing Angela tighter than ever and beginning to jackhammer her powerful hips into the plump MILF. Angela was so overwhelmed that she rose to her tip-toes, pressing her drooling face into the brick wall before her just for some semblance of balance. Tyla was fucking her so hard that Aren wondered in the back of his mind if his mom would go through the wall! She shifted her grip from Angela's hips to her fat tits, grabbing them so hard it caused the impaled MILF to squeal in pain and pleasure. Her pace began to reach a peak, her hips moving in a blur and generating a sound akin to machine gun fire as her heavy, overstuffed nutsack clenched to her body.

SPLORT!

Tyla hilted herself in the ruined ass of Aren's dear mother and began to cum. Thanks to her being more backed up than usual, Angela's already chubby tummy began to stretch even more, swelling to the pound she began to look pregnant. Tyla's balls clenched and unclenched in rapid succession, working so hard that one stream could barely end before the next fired off from her slit. Angela joined in the slurry of orgasms, her swollen cunt showering Tyla's muscular thighs and chiseled abs with a fresh coating of honey. Immediately following her orgasm, Angela suddenly gagged, then sputtered as pearly white liquid fell from between her lips, splattering on her tits and the ground below. Aren's mind shattered. Tyla was cumming through his own mother! The devastated femboy fell to his knees and clutched his head, his headache returning like an earthquake. It felt like someone was driving an ice pick through his forehead. Tyla had saved him… just to get closer to his mom and take her too. Everything Tyla did was just calculated to cause Aren as much pain as possible. His tears began to hit the unforgiving concrete as he softly wept.

Tyla turned her head to see him, her familiar sadistic grin spreading across her face. She said nothing, instead grabbing her cock and wrenching it free from Angela's ass, easily a pint of steaming spunk following it from her ruined hole. It ran down her thighs in thick, chunky strings before pooling on the ground. She tapped her cock against Angela's PAWG ass before prodding it against her untouched mommy pussy.

"W-Wait, Tyla! That's not sanitary!" Angela whined, trying to swallow back down the sperm that had invaded her mouth from the wrong end.

"Shut the fuck up, whore." The futa growled before slamming her cock to the base inside of Angela's birth canal. She instantly came, screaming loudly as her cervix was obliterated and her womb invaded. The pain was intense, reminding her of giving birth, but warm pleasure quickly masked it. Her legs gave out, but Tyla grabbed her arms and held her up. She looked down at Aren again and winked before she began her sexual fury anew. Angela's bloated stomach sloshed back and forth in time with her tits as she was locked in a storm of mating. Tyla was truly a beast, born to conquer, born to breed, born to rule.

"Tyla! Tyla that feels so fucking good! I've never been fucked so good!"

"I bet you're glad I bullied your pathetic son now!"

"Yes! I'm so glad you met him and picked on him! I would have it all over again if it meant I could have this perfect cock!"

"You want me to breed you like your whore daughters, slut?" She spanked her fat ass several times in rapid succession, leaving a mural of handprints on the expanse of her pale cheeks.

"Please! Make me pregnant with your futa babies! I've always wanted more children, I just hope I'm not too old!"

"I'll fertilize any eggs you have left, whore!" Tyla let go of her arms and grabbed her head, relying on the strength of her cock alone to hold up the top-heavy MILF, and it worked. Angela's eyes rolled back and her tongue hung out of her open mouth as her mind and organs were simultaneously rearranged by the monstrous tool of sexual domination. In no time, Tyla had another massive orgasm, sending Angela's bloated stomach sagging towards the ground as her aged womb was stuffed to the absolute maximum with billions of futanari wigglers, searching for any eggs to rape with their superior genetics. Another feminine shower, followed by a more golden shower cascaded down the thighs of the coupling pair as Angela lost control of her bladder, forming a massive puddle that crept towards the broken boy on his knees. Aren had seen enough. Shakily, he stood up, and took off in a sprint towards the family vehicle, wailing in agony the entire time. As he ran, the tears in his eyes prevented him from noticing his sisters walking in the direction of the breeding taking place behind the building, proud smiles on their faces. They paid him no mind.

Aren sat in the passenger's seat for over an hour, hugging his knees and hyperventilating. He underwent several panic attacks during that time, worrying (and secretly hoping) his heart would give out from how hard it was pounding. Maybe then he could be free from this hell and go to a different one. Eventually night fell, and the four debaucherous women wandered back to the car, Sam, Tori, and Angela walking with slight limps. As they all piled back into the car, they paid no mind to Aren, even as he kept sobbing in his seat. Angela started the car and began the drive home. For a while, the only sound was Aren's pained sobs, that was until a new sound broke the silence: slurping. Sam had pulled her girlfriend's cock out and had it halfway down her throat. Her eyes rolled back as she tasted her mother's residual love juices coating the hefty organ. Tori joined the backseat fun, grabbing one fat testicle in each hand before rolling them around and kissing them like it was her wedding day. Tyla chuckled with pride. She had really done it! She had conquered Aren's entire family with ease, and it felt amazing. She jammed a hand into the panties of each slut next to her, stuffing four fingers into each loose, cum-stuffed cunt as a reward for their worship of her futahood. Angela rubbed her thick thighs together and kept sneaking glances in the mirror. She was envious that her daughters got to play more with her new lover. The six creampies churning within her womb would have to suffice until they got home.

"You're so perfect, Tyla." Sam moaned as she spit her cock out. She pulled her perky breasts out of her top and wrapped them around Tyla's thick shaft. "You're a goddess with a perfect cock, perfect body, perfect everything. I love you so much." She moved her tits up and down, making lurid wet sounds as she did. Tori meanwhile took one of Tyla's cum-tanks into her tiny mouth, wanting to show her appreciation rather than say it. Aren continued to cry, but nobody seemed to care. He had long since run out of tears, and instead just softly wept between his knees. There was the occasional sound of Sam or Tori gulping down another of Tyla's endless loads as the drive went on. Angela kept sneaking peeks when she could, of course. She also occasionally caught the eye of her son, to which she would look away seemingly in shame. She found her mouth watering at the idea of being the one to drink Tyla's fertile ambrosia. Tyla noticed at one point and chuckled.

"You'll get your turn tonight, baby."

As Angela pulled into the driveway and shut the car off, all four women practically leapt out of the vehicle, scurrying off into the house and leaving Aren alone to bring all their belongings inside. He didn't for quite a while. He didn't want to move. Aren heavily considered sleeping in the car. Hell, he even considered taking the car and driving away, but of course Angela had taken the keys inside. He decided to just leave everything in the car and trudge inside. Immediately Aren was greeted with muffled thudding sounds accompanied by loud screams. It seemed Tyla had taken them all upstairs already. He didn't bother taking off his swimsuit, instead electing to make the journey upstairs to his bed. His head was killing him. Ascending the stairs, he stared through the wide open door to his mother's bedroom into the depths of despair. The first thing he saw was Tyla's tanned, toned ass cheeks, as well as her bottomless balls resting on the bed. She was framed by the legs of his dear mother, wrapping around her waist as she mating pressed Angela with all her futanari might.

"FUCK ME, TYLA! HARDER!" she cried out, her voice growing hoarse. Her two daughters sat on either side, nude, watching their mother be bred like a piece of livestock. They seemed laser-focused on the point of penetration, watching the organ that gave them purpose ruin their point of origin.

"Fuck yeah! I'll make you a mommy all over again, you fat fucking cow!" There was the familiar gushing sound as the blonde futanari ejected her semen for the umpteenth time that day, stuffing Angela to the brim yet again. She didn't even let Angela finish her own orgasm before pulling out and shoving her to the side and grabbing her eldest daughter. Tori pushed Sam's head into the pillow and slammed herself to the balls in her loosened cunt. Angela laid next to the intense coitus, panting and quivering as thick futa frosting squirted out of her MILF pussy. Tori sprung at the opportunity for a feast, clunge plunging her tongue into her mother as she gulped down Tyla's divine seed.

"Tell me how happy you are that I tormented your pathetic brother! Thank me for hurting him and making him miserable!"

"Thank you, Tyla! Thank you for bullying him for years and making him cry! It was all worth it to feel your cock every day! I'd do it all over again!" Sam shrieked and bit the pillow beneath her face so hard she tore a chunk from it.

"Thank you, Tyla, for making my big brother miserable!" Tori moaned in between mouthfuls of her mom's pussy. "Thank you for raping me in front of him and making showing me what love really is!"

"Thank you for giving my daughters the love they deserve!" Angela cried out. "Thank you for never giving up on your quest to impregnate me!" These words sent Tyla over the edge again, and she blasted two dozen more salty ball ropes into Sam before shoving her sweaty body to the bed. Angela rolled onto her stomach and began devouring her eldest daughter's abused lips, committing to the vile incest like the rest of them. Tori whined now that she was finished with Tyla's load in Angela, so she transitioned to her other hole, rimming her own mother's ass before slurping her tongue as deep as she could.

Tyla stood proudly over the renaissance-esque display of degeneracy, her arms crossed over her sticky, sloppy tits. She looked behind her at Aren standing at the end of the hall and winked.

"You knew this was gonna happen. You can't stop me." she called to him before turning back and grabbing her cock. She leaned her head back and a golden stream of urine began to drizzle all over the three whores. Tyla turned what was once Angela's marital bed into an unrecognizable swamp of bodily fluids. The girls all paused to open their mouths, accepting the offering from their new goddess. All three women Aren once loved dearly locked eyes with him, their bodies now caked in the sexual devastation that Tyla never stopped producing. Sam and Tori looked away quickly, shame visible in their lustful eyes. Meanwhile Angela had a look of almost longing; like she perhaps wanted him to come join them…

Aren had seen enough. He slowly turned and trudged back down the stairs in the dark, mindlessly wandering over to the couch where he fell upon it and passed out from mental and physical exhaustion, but not before texting Paige a simple "She got her." His dreams were plagued with images of his ruined family.

Chapter 5: Tyla meets paige.

Chapter Text

Even after waking up from 12 hours of nightmare-filled sleep, Aren didn't feel rested in the slightest. As his tear-reddened eyes peeled open, he immediately noticed a heavy silence in the house; no thumping, no sucking, and no moaning. He sat up, his head still sore from his injury the previous day, and he noticed a blanket draped over his body that he definitely hadn't gone to sleep with. Pulling it tighter around him, Aren wobbled to his feet and made his way to the kitchen in search of food. He noticed a piece of paper on the counter and picked it up.

"Tyla took us out for lunch. Didn't want to wake you. XOXO -Mom"

Aren pinched the paper tightly between his fingers, reading the words over and over again. It reminded him heavily of the notes Angela would leave in his lunchbox during elementary school. The heartbroken femboy clutched the note to his chest and gently began to weep. It proved what he had been theorizing; they still loved him after all. Every time they turned away in shame, or refused to call him their usual nicknames, they still loved him. They were just different around Tyla. His family weren't gone, but they certainly would never be the same.

He missed them. Aren missed his family before Tyla was in the picture so damn much. He just held the note and cried for a few moments before regaining his composure. His attention went to his phone as it buzzed back in the living room. Hobbling over, he found a text from Paige.

"Hey sorry I slept in. What do you mean she got her?" Aren quickly texted back.

"Tyla got my mom. I'm home alone rn."

"Aren I'm so sorry. I'll be over soon, baby." Aren almost smiled. Paige really was perfect. In his lowest point, she was coming to save him from this hell. At least, that's what he thought.

One hour passed, then two, then five, and Paige was nowhere to be seen. Aren texted her over and over, but there was no response. He sat alone in his dark, empty house, with nothing but his troubled thoughts. Close to midnight, his phone finally lit up, and he leapt to check the notifications.

"Yo, twerp. Met your gf while out. Took her to the club and had some drinks. Coming home now. Everyone's drunk." It was from Paige's number, but his girlfriend didn't text like that. His heart sank into an abyss.

No…

Soon after he got the text, the front door swung open, and in walked Tyla. She had a massive grin plastered on her face as she tugged along a visibly tipsy Sam and Angela. Meanwhile Tori was clinging to her back, a happy smile on her lips, and behind all of them walked Paige. Her hair was visibly messy, her glasses crooked, and she had lipstick that was smeared. As her eyes caught those of her boyfriend, Paige gave him a very familiar look of guilt and averted her gaze.

Did she…?

"Nah, not yet." Tyla interrupted his thoughts as if she was reading them. "Just a blowjob. That's about to happen, though." What did she mean?!

"Aren, honey…" Angela cooed, sitting down next to him. "I need to talk to you." He robotically turned his head to meet her eyes, his own devoid of any feeling. "Your sisters and I have decided to all enter a relationship with Tyla. Starting today, we're all hers." She placed a hand on his shoulder, but he felt no motherly warmth anymore. "Sam and Tori had positive pregnancy tests today, and I'm certain I will shortly. Aren's ears started to ring, his entire world was crashing down around him all over again. "Also, she'll be moving in with us. She can sleep wherever she wants, but your room has the most space, so you'll be sharing it with her. Aren's vision went white as he felt his face grow pale and his blood turn to ice. He felt like he could faint. How could it have come to this?!

"It'll be fine, dude!" Tyla half-heartedly said. "You see me a lot already. Nothing will really change much."

"Y-Yeah, it'll be okay…" he heard Paige murmur from the same direction as Tyla's voice. Aren's eyes snapped open, his pupils narrowing and focusing on the source. Tyla was standing with her arm around Paige, her large hand clasping one of her perky tits. Having mostly seen her in hoodies, Aren now saw that Paige's bust was of similar size to Sam's, and it was being manhandled by the futa next to her. Paige blushed and gasped as Tyla pinched her hardening nipple through her shirt. Aren locked eyes with his girlfriend, and all that stared back at him was another brainwashed whore.

"I'm sorry, Aren…" Paige murmured as Tyla grabbed her chin and pulled her into a kiss.

"No…" Aren barely managed to squeak out as he watched Tyla rip another woman he loved away from him. The kiss was anything but gentle, Tyla's long, meaty tongue lunged into his girlfriend's mouth. Paige melted into the kiss without a second thought, any loyalty to her dear boyfriend cast aside in the face of the sexual storm that was Tyla. The tall futa's hands wandered all over Paige's body, groping her soft tits, pinching her nipples, and squeezing her ass. Her fingers hooked under her shirt and pulled it over her head, making her glasses crooked for a moment. Paige's bra was a simple beige color, lacking any sort of lace or detail on its surface. Tyla grabbed the front clasp and pulled, snapping the brassiere and tossing it aside. Paige's perky pair of jugs bounced a few times before settling, her chest slowly rising and falling with her aroused breathing. With her dexterous hands, Tyla sent Paige's jeans falling around her ankles, revealing a pair of pink, flowery panties that were fucking soaked. Any other time, Aren would have been smitten with his girlfriend's nude body, her curves so supple, her skin so soft, but it wasn't for him. It would never be for him. Tyla wasted no time in undressing herself, being an expert at the activity. In mere seconds, her gigantic meat pole jutting out toward Paige, already hard and drooling teaspoons of she-pre. It was as if it was pointed right at her womb, telling everyone what it planned to do. Tyla shot Aren her signature smirk before shoving Paige onto the couch, the bespectacled college girl squealing in surprise. Aren was still paralyzed with despair, watching as Tyla parted Paige's creamy thighs to get a better look at her sopping panties. Grabbing the waistband with her teeth, she pulled the drenched garment down Paige's legs before throwing it at Aren. The sloppy panties smacked into his face with a wet splat, a few drops scattering. He barely flinched. The delicious scent of feminine arousal permeated his nostrils, sending his male instincts into high gear, only for them to be trounced by the entropy in his shattered heart. Aren felt his cock throb painfully in his pants, somehow erect at this agonizing display. Tyla stared hungrily at Paige's swollen, leaking cunt lips, parting them slightly with her thumb only to see more fluids run out onto the couch.

"Holy shit, girl! I don't think I've ever seen a pussy this wet, and I've seen a lot!" Tyla licked her lips, inspecting Paige's delicate folds. That evil tongue poked its way out of her mouth again, and she dragged it agonizingly slowly from bottom to top of Paige's slit.

"HOOAAHH!!!" Paige gasped, her legs kicking out straight on either side of Tyla's head. Paige's discarded panties slowly slid down Aren's face before plopping into his lap, the scent still lingering heavily. He felt the hands of his mother on his shoulders.

"It's okay, sweetheart." Angela purred. "I know you want to see this happen as much as we do." Aren looked up at his mom.

"You wanted this?"

"Well, Tyla did, and who are we to deny her what she wants?" So this wasn't a spur of the moment thing. Aren couldn't say he was surprised. After all, once is an accident, twice is a coincidence, and thrice is a pattern. Aren almost chuckled at how incorrect that expression was.

"Fuck, Tyla, you're so good at that!" Paige cried out, her fingers wrapped in the futa's dirty blonde locks. Tyla at this point had her tongue buried deep in Paige's snatch, the pink muscle squirming around in her walls like it was its own entity. The brunette shook and writhed on the couch, her brain overloaded with pleasure she never thought possible.

"Did you know that Paige is a virgin?" Angela said, her hands gently rubbing Aren's chest. "I can't think of a better way to lose it than to a goddess like Tyla." Aren felt his eyes beginning to well up with tears, despite believing that he had cried them all long ago.

"Why, mom? I thought you loved me."

"I do, sweetie. I love you more than you could imagine, which is why I'm doing this for your own good."

"Cumming!!!" Paige cried out, her virginal pussy spasming around Tyla's tongue. The futa growled hungrily in her throat as she tasted the delectably sweet nectar of her latest prey's dainty flower. She withdrew her tongue and wrapped her lips around Paige's swollen clit, sucking on it to extend her orgasm by several mind-shattering seconds.

"MUAH!" Tyla gasped as she stood back up, the entire lower half of her face positively drenched in cunt honey. She lazily wiped her mouth and grinned, her cock throbbing angrily and constantly flowing with precum. Tyla slowly, deliberately stroked her she-cock, covering it in a slimy sheen of seed. "I'm really gonna enjoy this." She got into her signature mounted position, lifting one of Paige's legs to give Aren a prime view of her needy pussy, and the ruining it was about to experience. He experienced a burst of adrenaline as Tyla pressed her swollen purple crown against the perfectly shaven, quivering labia of his girlfriend.

"Tyla, wait!" The heartbroken femboy stumbled forward, wrenching himself free from his mother's arms. He shambled over on his hands and knees, leaving wet tear drops on the floor in his wake. He grabbed onto one of Tyla's powerful legs, looking up at her with the most manic, desperate and horrified expression she had ever seen. His eyes were wild, red and pouring tears as his irises shook with panic. Snot and saliva gushed from his mouth and nose, and as he pawed at her thigh he continued to beg.

"Please don't do this! Don't do this to me! You've taken everything else from me. My family doesn't love me anymore because of you! Paige is all I have left! The room grew silent as Tyla stared down at the boy she had tormented for most of her life. Sam and Tori watched from the sidelines, looking at each other nervously. Paige stared through her parted thighs at her boyfriend, a look of pity on her face, as if Aren was missing out on something. Tyla locked her green eyes onto his baby blues.

"Sorry, squirt. If it makes you feel any better, you have the best seat in the house." She leered at him, her tongue jutting through her toothy grin as she punched her hips forward.

SPLORCH!

"OH FUUUUCK!!!"

Tyla's oversized genitalia split Paige open with terrifying ease. Aren had a front row seat at every detail of the penetration. Her labia were parted like the Red Sea, pulled taught to make room for the unnatural girth coming through. Her hymen quickly disintegrated in the process, and her cervix forced open to allow access to her untouched womb. Tyla managed to fit every last inch of her slut-maker in one thrust, stretching Aren's girlfriend to the extreme. The tsunami of pain and pleasure crashing over Paige's entire body was too much. Every nerve in her birth canal began firing at once, overloading her brain and causing her body to blue screen. Instantly she lost control of her bladder, and a splash of urine mixed with pussy juice showered Aren's distraught visage. He whimpered and shuffled away, using his shirt to wipe his face of the disgusting mixture as Tyla laughed uproariously.

"Careful, cuck bitch, you're in the splash zone!"

"Come here, honey. Let Tyla work her magic." Angela said, beckoning her son to her as she began to undress. Aren gasped as he saw a familiar T tattooed over her womb. Angela's daughters quickly joined their mother, tossing their clothes aside and showing off their own marks of submission.

"Why don't you girls come and help me as I break in the newest addition to my harem?" Sam and Tori uttered various affirmatives in response to Tyla, making their way over to her. She looked back down at Paige, who was writhing and screaming from the sensation of just an unmoving cock buried inside her.

"I can feel it throbbing! It's in my womb! Holy fuck it hurts!"

"It's okay, Paige, it'll feel so good in just a bit!" Tori caressed the bulge in Paige's stomach.

"I-It already feels good!"

"Just wait until she starts moving." Sam grinned and grabbed Tyla's balls. "Show her what real pleasure is, baby."

"Gladly." Tyla slowly extracted her vascular lance from Paige's sleeve, generating a wet sucking sound as the woman beneath her moaned.

"Look at that, sweetie." Angela cooed into her son's ear, wrapping her arms around him and pressing her tits into his back. "Her cock is all shiny with Paige's juices. Her body knows it's in the presence of a real stud, and she just can't help herself." Indeed, Tyla's member was literally dripping with Paige's vaginal fluids. Angela slipped her son's shirt off of his body, giving her access to his soft chest which she quickly began caressing.

"Mom… please don't."

"Shhh." She slowly pulled down his shorts and underwear, revealing his painfully hard cock. "It's not fair that you're the only one not naked here."

"Get over here, you MILF!" Tyla barked. "Help your daughters help me breed this virgin cunt!"

"Yes, Tyla." Angela kissed her son on the cheek before scampering over to the orgy taking place on her couch.

"Hey, cuck!" Tyla leered over at the now nude Aren. "I gotta say, this pussy is perfect! " She careened her hips back down, stretching Paige back out and forcing a howl from her lips. "She's the goldilocks of all the whores you love! Not too loose, not too tight, just RIGHT!" Tyla started railing Paige properly, the bookworm beneath her screeching like a banshee and squirming with need. Her glasses fell off of her face from the sheer force of how hard she was being bred, her plump tits flailing back and forth on her chest.

"OHHH FUCK! I'm sorry, Aren! I'm so sorry, baby!" Paige shrieked in between violent orgasms. "I still love you! I love you so much, I promise! I just can't live without Tyla's cock! It's so big, so strong, and she fucks me so good! I'm addicted!!!"

Aren simply watched the union between his greatest love and greatest enemy with a voided gaze, even as the rest of his family joined in. Sam and Tori dropped beneath her, Sam latching her mouth around one of Tyla's stuffed nuts and Tori burying her face between her fat ass cheeks. Angela stood next to her new lover, kissing her passionately with her tongue, as well as suckling on one of Tyla's breasts.

"Good girls, all of you. Thank you for letting me into your family. I've never felt so loved."

"But what about me ?!" Aren snapped. "Why did you have to abandon me for her?!"

"Pup…" Sam's voice suddenly pierced through the sexual cacophony as she called him a nickname that felt alien now. She licked her lips after detaching from Tyla's scrotum. "Don't be like that." She stood up and shuffled over to her little brother as her mom took her place in worshiping their owner's cum factories. Sam stood over Aren, her fit, nude body dripping with sweat and fuck fluids. Aren could see just how destroyed her pussy was. Her once dainty lips hung open like half-drawn curtains, her clit jutting out in her deep state of arousal as clear juices poured down her thighs. "We still love you, Pup. Let me show you." She knelt down behind him and reached around to his aching cock.

"Sam, no. I don't want this gross incest stuff."

"Don't pretend you haven't fantasized about me. I've seen how you look at me. I also recall being your first crush."

"Don't say that…"

"My point is, Pup, we were never a normal family, and continuing to deny that is doing you no good." A small part of Aren was glad his sister was calling him that nickname again. Sam gripped his cock lovingly, her other hand holding his smooth chest, her tits against his back, and her lips on his neck. "You're a good boy, Aren. I know you are. So please, join us in worshiping this goddess." Her hand began to move up and down his shaft, collecting the precum that had been oozing from his slit and rubbing it into his skin.

"See that, Paige? Your little boyfriend loves watching you get fucked!" Tyla boasted as she pushed Paige's head to the side so she made eye contact with Aren. In her eyes, Aren saw a cyclone of emotions; lust, longing, guilt, satisfaction, desperation. The connection was broken momentarily as Paige's eyes rolled back and her pussy showered Tyla's abs in more delicious nectar.

"Aren, you have to feel this cock!" Paige squealed, focusing back on her boyfriend. "It's incredible! I never thought anything could feel this good!"

"I told you, Pup." Sam whispered, licking his ear sensually. "Just submit to her. Submit to the pleasure." Her hand moved faster on his cock, stimulating every nerve and sending waves of warm pleasure up his entire femboy body. "We all love you, Aren, so please join us."

"N-No! I hate her! I don't want it!" His chest rose and fell in rapid succession, his heart pounding in his chest. It didn't matter how much he didn't want it, his cock wanted nothing more than to cum.

"Fuck yes! I'm gonna cum so fucking hard in this pussy!"

"No, Tyla, please! Leave her alone! I'll do anything!" Aren cried out through a river of agonized tears. "Stop it! Stop it stop it stop iiiittt!!!"

"UUNNGH!!!"

GLUSH!

Tyla locked her hips to Paige's as her hyperactive nuts pulsed against her body, signaling the delivery of her fertile payload. Paige immediately felt a searing liquid heat spreading throughout her core. Her womb was filled in mere seconds, the white love lava gushing back into the rest of her birth canal and spreading Tyla's ravenous swimmers into every nook and cranny of her depths. Paige orgasmed harder than ever, screaming so loud her voice began to break. Her legs extended out to her sides before quickly wrapping around Tyla's waist and locking her in place. As Aren watched Tyla impregnate the love of his life over and over again, his own cock began to spew cum. It was the largest orgasm of his entire life, and yet it was a drop in the ocean compared to Tyla.

"Good Puppy, that's it, cum for your big sister." Sam licked and sucked on Aren's earlobe as she stroked him through his powerful orgasm. Over a dozen thick ropes squirted from his swollen tip as he sobbed. Tyla kept thrusting during her climax in order to maximize her pleasure, causing Paige's now swollen midsection to wobble just like her tits. She already looked pregnant…

With a grunt, Tyla wrenched her cock free, splattering cum all over Angela's face in the process. The MILF was more than happy to slurp it all up, as was Tori who detached from Tyla's asshole to share in the ambrosia. Paige was ruined. Her pussy was so red and blown out it looked like a crater as what had to be over a gallon of cum slowly oozed from it.

"Fuck! That's definitely my new favorite pussy!" She delivered a hefty smack to Paige's swollen midsection and caused more of her ball sauce to spray out. The bespectacled slut was still in the aftershocks of her dozens of orgasms, shivering and moaning on the couch. Aren collapsed forward onto his hands and knees, and Sam took that opportunity to scurry over to Tyla. Aren's family descended on their new owner, kissing, licking, sucking and biting all over her. Sweat, pussy juice, cum, all of it was cleaned thoroughly from her divine body; especially her cock. The three sluts were practically fighting over who got to taste it next! Paige meanwhile looked over at her boyfriend with hazy and teary eyes, a stupid half-smile stretching her lips.

"I love you…"

Aren snapped.

"FUCK YOU!!!" He screamed, pounding his fists into the floor. "Fuck you, you, you–his finger pointed at every woman present–and especially YOU!" It settled onto Tyla. "I hate all of you! I hate you so fucking much!" Another impact of his fists into the floor, tears flowing harder than ever. Everyone else's eyes widened in shock at the enraged outburst from such a meek femboy. Aren's small body shook like an enraged chihuahua, a roaring fire burning in his stomach. Every single neuron in his brain fired off with raw, unbridled fury.

"Sam, you were supposed to protect me! You were always there to comfort me and keep me safe! What happened, huh? Were you that much of a fucking whore that you threw it all away for some stupid dick?!" He turned to Tyla. "I bet you raped her like you did Tori." Venom dripped from his words.

"Speaking of Tori, what happened to you?! You turned into the most vile fucking whore in a matter of hours! You drink piss on the regular, you fucking stupid bitch!" Spittle flew from his mouth on the last syllable and Tori flinched, tears welling in her eyes.

"Mom, did you ever truly love me? You held me as I cried after she took both your daughters and brainwashed them into mindless cum dumpsters, and then practically the next day you were burping up her cum! What happened? What would Dad think?!" Angela covered her mouth and lightly sobbed as he brought up her late husband.

"Guess what, Paige, we're fucking over! " Aren stood up to his full–meager–height, his fists shaking at his side, red in the face. "I loved you. I loved you for so long, and when you kissed me I thought everything would be okay. Even with my family gone, I could still have safety in you. But you betrayed me just like everyone else, and so easily at that." Aren doubled over, a sudden sharp pain wrenching in his stomach and sending a wave of nausea over him from shear stress.

"And you, Tyla… You fucking CUNT!!! " The final word was screamed through raw vocal chords. "My entire life. My entire fucking life you just couldn't leave me alone! Ever since we were kids you just had to make me miserable! What was it about me? I never did anything to you!" Aren could taste blood. "I hate you, Tyla. I hate you with every fiber of my being. I hope you burn in hell." He spat in her direction. "I'm leaving. None of you will ever see me again, unless my picture shows up on the news when they find my body." He turned to his family again. "And I hope you all fucking miscarry."

Chapter 6: Bad End

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A heavy silence fell over the room. Not a soul spoke a word, eye contact being the only form of exchange. Aren had been hoping this outburst would at least inflict some sort of pain on all the women who had hurt him so much, but to his horror, he only saw pity. They looked at him like he was a lost puppy, someone who was a victim of his own ignorance. Paige slowly stood up from the couch, Tyla's semen pouring out of her stretched cunt as her swollen stomach sloshed around. She hobbled over to the miserable femboy and placed her hands on his cheeks. Aren flinched slightly at the touch, but Paige gently wiped his tears away with her thumbs, giving him a gentle smile.

"I love you, Aren. I really do love you so much. I'm sorry things had to happen this way, but there was no other way. I love you, but I love Tyla's cock too much to stop. I can never stop when it feels this good." The other three women nodded and muttered similar apologies and agreements.

"It's true, Pup. We never stopped loving you, but we love her now too."

"I-I really like the way she makes me feel."

"I feel like a young woman again."

"See, baby?" Paige cooed as Tyla stood up with a triumphant smirk. "I don't blame you for being upset, but this won't stop. In fact, I think you need to experience her for yourself to truly understand."

"What?!" Aren suddenly snapped back to lucidity, his eyes falling on Tyla's cock as it began to harden once more. He pulled away from Paige in disgust. "Fuck no! I'm leaving!" But as he turned to exit, he felt her grab his arm in an iron grip.

"I'm not asking you, baby. I'm telling you." Looking back, he saw his family approaching him with mischievous grins, and Tyla finally spoke.

"Yikes, shrimp, I never expected you to be this fucked up about it. To be honest, when your sister came over that day to bitch at me, I just thought I'd have a quick fuck and be done with it, maybe have something else to tease you about. But I guess she got addicted." Tyla shrugged dismissively. "I was content to maybe have her as my girlfriend for a while until I got bored of her, but then she told me about your virgin little sister and I couldn't help myself. And I already knew plenty about your MILF mommy. I don't know when exactly I decided to fuck every girl you love, but it sure was fuckin' fun!" Aren's family gripped his arms and legs, forcing him onto his back. No matter how much he squirmed and begged, they just giggled and held him harder. He lamented at that moment how pathetically weak he was. Tyla grabbed her now full erection and softly stroked it, her and Paige's leftover cum acting as adequate lube. "Now there's only one body left in this house to conquer!"

"No! Tyla please don't! Just leave me alone!" Aren's heart began to race, his entire body trembling in abject terror. Sam held down his right arm, Tori sat on his right leg, Angela pinned his left leg. Paige leaned down and softly kissed him on the forehead.

"This will be amazing, baby, trust me. Good luck~" she whispered before pinning his left arm.

"Sam, Tori, Mom, save me! Don't let her hurt me!"

"She won't hurt you, sweetie." Angela softly stroked his hair. "It's gonna feel amazing."

"Listen to Mom, Pup." Sam reassured as she stroked his arm.

"Yeah, Pup. " Tyla mocked. "Listen to the girls who've already tasted this dick." The futa knelt down between Aren's forcefully spread legs, her cock dripping precum onto his own flaccid cock. "Damn, look at this body." She grabbed the sides of his petite, pale torso, digging her fingers into his soft flesh. "Such a waste calling yourself a man. You're more of a woman than me! " She pushed his testicles up with her thumbs and spread his cheeks, revealing a perfectly hairless, virginal boy-pussy.

"Ptuh!" She spat a hefty wad of saliva right on the mark before lining up her much larger glans with Aren's opening.

"Please don't…"

"Mmmh I've always wanted this. To split you open as you cry like the little bitch you are. Get ready, cuck, this is your new life." Tyla let out a contented sigh, then thrust her cock forward. Much like the rest of her harem, she wasn't gentle with him on their first time. The futanari's massive member barged into the petite femboy, stretching out his asshole and invading his depths without mercy. She buried herself to the hilt inside of Aren, his stomach bulging out with her size. Aren threw his head back, squeezing his eyes shut and letting out an agonized scream. "Holy shit, bitch boy! You've got to be the tightest of all the sluts in this room!"

"Take it out! Takeitouttakeitouttakeitout! It fucking huuuurrrtttss!!!"

"It always hurts the first time." Tori said, stroking his hair reassuringly. "But it'll start to feel so, so good."

"Listen to her, slut." Tyla growled. "I popped her cherry right before your eyes. You watched her cum so hard she pissed herself!" The dirty blonde futa cackled as she reminisced on her past slights against the femboy beneath her, her cock throbbing at the memories against Aren's prostate. The worst part about it was the truth. With every ravenous rut into his body, the pain was slowly giving way to pleasure. Every thrust wrung a newer, stronger sense of bliss from every nerve ending in Aren's inner walls, punctuated by an explosive crash against his pleasure button that sent shockwaves up to his brain.

"It feels nice doesn't it, Pup?" Sam placed her hand on the bulge of Tyla's cock in his stomach. "Damn, she is deep in there."

"He's so hard, too." Angela giggled, eyeing her son's leaking, throbbing cock. "Give him a few hard hits, Tyla. Make him cum."

"Mom!" Aren snapped. "What the fuck is wrong with–" He was abruptly cut off as Tyla angled her hips downward and smashed herself into him. It felt like she shoved his prostate into his throat! Aren watched as his cock, red and swollen ejected the biggest load of his entire life. White ropes of baby batter whipped across his pale stomach and hairless chest as everyone around him laughed and moaned at the sight. He hated it so much. To him, it felt like he truly lost to Tyla and her cock. She didn't stop fucking him either. Her tits bounced up and down as her pace remained steady, sweat streaking down her body as she put her all into raping the boy whose life she ruined so thoroughly. She was so proud of herself.

"Fuck, I love how you squeak and cry for me, you fucking loser!" Tyla roared, wrapping her hands around Aren's neck and squeezing. Sam and Paige tightened their grips on his arms as his body autonomously tried to claw at Tyla's grip. She held his throat in her vice-like grip for a good half-minute, watching his face turn red, then purple, then blue as spittle oozed through his clenched teeth. As blackness began to creep at the edge of his vision, Aren started to wonder if Tyla was actually about to strangle him to death, but at the last minute, she released him. He immediately sucked in as much air as he could, his lungs filling with precious, albeit musky air. His delirium was further exacerbated by his futa conqueror slapping him across the face before grabbing a fistful of hair and pulling. As Aren gazed fearfully into Tyla's green eyes, he saw a wild, inhuman quality to them, more akin to a predator than a person. Droplets of sweat rained down on him from her statuesque body, mixing with his own cum to create an extra salty coating on his delicate flesh.

"Here, baby. I think you should taste what Tyla has to offer." Paige straddled his head, no longer worried about holding down his now limp arm. Aren lifelessly stared up into the cavernous, stretched hole that was once the love of his life's dainty flower. Said flower bloomed and poured a waterfall of thick, off-white progeny all over Aren's face and into his half-open mouth. He didn't even bother to close it. He could taste the mixture of feminine and masculine fuck fluids, he could practically feel the billions of angry swimmers wriggling around on his tongue, and imagined ten times that amount swimming into Paige's ovaries. New tears fell from the corners of his vacant blue eyes.

Paige stepped off of him and bent down, placing her lips lovingly over his and slurping up the excess semen for herself.

"I still love you, Aren. We all do. Even Tyla loves you."

"Paige… please…"

"I know, baby." She kissed his tears away. "It's hard to believe after what you've been through, but we're all so much happier like this, and we want you to be happy too." As much as Aren hated the words he was hearing, he could tell they were genuine. He wasn't being lied to or gaslit, Paige was being entirely honest with him. This realization was undercut by the ravaging he was still experiencing, Tyla's overstuffed futa nuts bouncing off of his fat ass repeatedly.

"Shit, I'm gonna cum soon. I wish I could get you pregnant like the rest of these sluts, cuck!" Tyla went into overdrive, throwing her entire body weight at Aren like she was trying to send him through the floor. His two sisters had stopped holding him and were now fisting their own soggy cunts as they watched him get railed.

"Tyla…" Aren wheezed. "Don't…"

"Shut the fuck up, bitch!" Tyla shouted in Aren's face. "Shut up and get bred like the rest of your family. They're my fucking family now!" Tyla arched her back and slammed herself to the base of her mammoth cock. She threw her head back and howled with ecstasy as her balls clenched up so hard they almost hurt. Aren could do nothing but lay there and let it happen. The first stream of cum shot from her piss slit with so much force that it visibly dented Aren's stomach from the inside. Immediately after, the bulge in his gut began to swell and redden, expanding in rhythmic motions with audible glorps .

"There it is!" Angela announced giddily. "Fill him up, Tyla! Show him how good it feels!" The futa's grip on his hair was so tight she threatened to tear it from its roots. Her cock just kept gushing and gushing, coating every available square inch of his insides with her virility. Against his own wishes, his own cock started to spray again, several less-potent ropes hitting him in the face; a face that wore an expression of hopeless defeat. Tyla won, and this was her victory lap.

"UNGH!!! Take my cum, you stupid whore!" She continued to rut into his ruined hole, bloating him with steaming seed and bruising him internally as his loved ones moaned and orgasmed around him. What had his life become? What had he done to deserve a fate like this?

"Oh my god he looks pregnant!" Sam squealed, her battered pussy spraying an excess of feminine juices onto the floor beneath her.

"I hope he gets pregnant!" Tori moaned, experiencing her own gushing orgasm. Aren suddenly started feeling a pressure in his throat. The salty, pungent taste of what could only be Tyla's futanari cum began to coat his tongue, before he started coughing up mouthfuls of the white goop.

"Look, girls! It's like what happened to me!" Angela moaned. "Tyla can just cum right through you!" Cum ran down the corners of Aren's mouth as Tyla's orgasm slowly died down, her hips having never stopped throughout the entire climax. Her wet, dirty blonde bangs clung to her flushed forehead as she panted and half-smiled with content pride.

"Shit, boy… You feel the best, hands down." Slowly, Tyla extracted her meat hammer with a loud squelch, leaving behind a leaking crater where his asshole used to be. The edges of his boy pussy twitched, hopelessly trying to return to the tightness they once held. "Alright, I think Pup here needs a break, but my balls are still full. Who's next?" Tyla turned, standing akimbo in her magnificent form, glistening with numerous sexual fluids. Sam, Tori and Angela all leapt onto the couch, turning away from Tyla and sticking out their asses to display their hungry pussies. "What a selection." Tyla said with a sarcastic chuckle. "Don't want to join them, Paige?"

"Aren needs me right now, I think. I'll join you later, Tyla." Paige cooed, softly caressing Aren's tear-stained cheek.

"Fine by me." Tyla turned back to the buffet of women before her and scanned between them as she slowly approached. "Eenie.. meenie… miney…" She grabbed Angela's childbearing hips and plunged herself into her snug cunt. "...mo.~"

"Aren, honey. Are you okay?" Paige lifted his head and rested it in her lap. Aren had to focus on her voice to hear her properly, the screaming of his mother threatening to drown out her words. "You did such a good job, baby." Paige ran her hands through his long hair and moved his head to look up at her. Aren stared into her bespectacled eyes, the delicate brown irises shining with their familiar warmth that attracted him in the first place. Even though her hair was a mess and there were stray drops of cum on her face, it was still the Paige he loved. He said nothing, just burying his head in Paige's thighs and softly weeping. "I know, baby. I know." She held him close and let him cry, understanding how much pain he was likely in. "I know it hurts right now, but we all love you so much, and that's never, ever going to change."

And so the night continued. Tyla proceeded to have the orgy of a lifetime with Aren's family, using every woman nearby a multitude of times. Mouths, pussies, asses, every hole was forfeit to her sexual fury and stuffed with untold quantities of cum. No act of debauchery was off limits. Tyla would cum in Sam's ass, and wrench her cock free mid-orgasm to jam it down Tori's throat to finish herself off. It became regular for the futa to swap between holes without even cumming, seemingly unable to get enough of each orifice. At another point, Tyla sat on Angela's face to fuck the MILF's tits as she ate the futa's ass out. Tori was held aloft in her arms, Tyla's long tongue wriggling around in her cum-stuffed cunt. Sam even took the opportunity to lick layers of dick juice off of her conqueror's washboard abs. Tyla quickly grew bored of Angela's tits, and tossed the orgasming Tori to the side to brutalize the older woman's throat instead as Sam decided to start fisting her own mother's birth canal. When it was Paige's turn, one of Aren's sisters or his mother would take her place in comforting him, reassuring him that everything would work out in the end. Tyla fucked Paige doggystyle, as Paige herself tongue-fucked Sam's asshole, as Sam devoured Tyla's loads from Angela's twitching pussy. He watched as the women who once served as pillars of support crumbled before the unstoppable onslaught that was Tyla.

As the hours of debauchery ticked away, it became more and more clear to Aren what this meant. His old life was dead and gone. The barriers of incest and shame had long since disintegrated along with any hope he once held. The comfort his family provided him was oddly helpful. It felt like they were guiding him with a gentle hand into his new role in life, and he truly saw no purpose in continuing to fight against Tyla and her influence.

By the end, all four of them lay splayed across the couch (which was now broken), twitching and moaning as their stomachs sloshed with seed which also leaked from their gaped orifices.

"Whew!" Tyla wiped her brow and stood up on shaky legs. "I haven't fucked like that in well… ever!" She sighed, looking down at the emotionally void femboy beneath her. "Hey, I gotta piss like a fuckin' race horse! Mind opening up for me, bitch boy?" She held out her flaccid cock, red, vascular and covered in layers upon layers of cum. For once, it actually looked spent. Shakily and robotically, Aren sat up, supporting himself on weakened arms and opened his mouth. What use was it to resist her anymore?

"Good boy!" Tyla grabbed his hair with one hand to steady his head, then with the other she shoved the first several inches of her cock into his throat. The futa sighed as her bladder released, the acrid stream of piss flowing down Aren's throat in a steady stream. He sat there, gulping it down obediently like the good hole he had become, feeling her urine joining the slurry of cum in his belly. This was his future. This was all that was left of him…

6 Months Later

Aren shuffled through the front door, kicking his shoes off before closing it behind him. He placed the shopping bags on the table, full of various post-natal care items. Immediately his ears were treated to a very familiar cacophony. The sound of Paige screaming her lungs out in ecstasy rang throughout the house, various framed pictures from happier times in his life rattling against the wall from the sheer force of the breeding happening upstairs.

"Oh fuck! Your cock is so big it's gonna fucking kill me!" Paige's voice rang out, singing the familiar praises of the homewrecking futanari that was Tyla. Aren hung up his coat and trudged up the stairs to his room, where he sheepishly disrobed to reveal a steel chastity cage clamped around his pathetic package. By this point, he heard Tyla roar in orgasm, followed by various moans and slurps from his family. Once he was nubile, the femboy made his way down the hall to what used to be his mother's room. The door was wide open, the concept of privacy a trivial thing of the past. Entering the room, his bare feet squished into the semen-soaked carpet, and his blank eyes fell upon the bed. Five people laid across what were two beds pushed together, concealed by a massive blanket. Cum was splattered and dried all over the walls, floor, and even the ceiling. Behind the bed frame the wall was cracked and dented. Aren locked eyes with Tyla.

"Welcome home, slut! Care to join us?" The four women, two on either side of her, giggled and beckoned to him.

"Come on, Pup."

"Hop in!"

"Join us, sweetheart."

"We'd love to have you, baby."

"Come here." Tyla commanded. "I've been itching to have a taste of that ass." She lifted the blanket, peeling it off of an ocean of semen coating the mattress. Hundreds of strings of cum connected the blanket to the bed, hanging down and draping over the bodies beneath it. What Aren also saw were the swollen, pregnant bellies of his sisters, mother, and girlfriend. Each one was round, smooth, and significantly larger for the point they were at in pregnancy, indicating that each were definitely carrying more than one. Tyla smiled again, proud of cementing herself within this fucked up family. Aren sighed and began to approach the bed, now used to his new life as Tyla's favorite slut.

Chapter 7: Good End

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A heavy silence fell over the room. Not a soul spoke a word, eye contact being the only form of exchange until it was suddenly broken by Sam letting out an anguished sob. She buried her face in her hands as tears started to uncontrollably pour from her eyes. Tori swiftly followed as she started to hiccup and snivel, her face turning red. Angela covered her mouth as her shoulders began to hitch. Paige seemed to understand, however. Her eyes were misty like the rest of the women, but she'd be lying if she said she was surprised at her boyfriend's reaction. The four of them looked over to Tyla, who just sat there, almost catatonic.

"Aren, I…"

"What? Don't tell me you're sorry now! " The femboy spat, venom sizzling in his words. "You think an apology will fix any of this? That's more of an insult than any of the names you have ever called me."

"Aren, please–"

"Shut the fuck up! I don't care what you have to say! You and everyone else have made your feelings very apparent. I'm nothing to you. I'm just an obstacle that was keeping you from having some fucked up harem. Well you won't have to worry about me anymore."

"Aren, don't say that–"

"WHY NOT?!" He was shouting again at this point, veins popping out of his forehead and neck as he pointed at the futa who ruined his life. "Why the fuck would you care what happens to me?!"

"BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!!!"

As Tyla's outburst echoed off the walls, the same oppressive silence fell over the room. Aren just stared blankly, his brain short-circuiting as he tried to process her words.

"What?"

"I said I love you, Aren…" Tyla stood up off the couch, her cock now limp and meek as it swung between her thighs as she approached him. She stopped about six feet away and gazed into his eyes. "Ever since I met you I've loved you. When I first saw you when we were kids I… I had such a huge crush on you that I didn't know how to handle it. So I started picking on you. After a while I didn't know how else to act around you, so I couldn't stop. When my hormones came into the picture, it made things so frustrating for me! So I guess I took it out on you…" Tyla looked down before seeming to realize something. "Th-That's not an excuse, though! I was stupid for not working it out myself! Because I didn't get proper help, I started coming up with ways I could win you over. I even went to the same college to stay close to you. I got so jealous when I learned how loving and supportive your family is. I wanted to be your pillar of support instead of them! When Sam came over that day to confront me, we got into a big fight, and I ended up fucking her just to blow off some steam, but then she got hooked on me. That's when I realized I could do the same to the rest of your family."

Aren felt Sam place her hands on his shoulders from behind, though he didn't flinch. In fact, her touch was comforting and warm; like it used to be.

"I was gonna corrupt them all and make them forget you so that I could swoop in and become your support instead, or that you'd join them in my bed. But now… Now I love them too. I love all of them so much, because the love they have is so amazing. You have such an amazing family, Aren, and I wanted to be part of it. When you and Paige got together, I was so angry. It wasn't about winning you over anymore, it was about punishing you."

Tyla dropped to her knees before the man whom she had so thoroughly hurt, Aren finally looking down on her for once.

"I'm so sorry, Aren. This isn't what I wanted…" She reached for his face, but he quickly flinched away in fear and disgust. Tyla suddenly wailed and threw her head in her hands. It hurt. It hurt so fucking bad to see the despair in Aren's eyes. If this was how she felt, she couldn't even imagine the kind of pain she had put him through.

Aren meanwhile had no idea what to think, nor how to feel. Was Tyla lying to him? Joking? After everything she had done, trusting her was virtually impossible. His brain simply blue screened at the sudden turn of events.

"Aren…" Paige spoke up, shuffling over to her boyfriend. He didn't flinch away from her as she hugged him from the side, nuzzling her cheek to his and softly cooing. He felt Sam press against his back, resting her chin on his head and softly rubbing his chest.

"I'm so sorry, Pup. I didn't mean to hurt you like this." Tori, still sniveling, hobbled up to her big brother and hugged his other side, burying her face in his chest.

"I'm sorry, Aren! I-I love you so much, and-and-and I just want you back!" Angela embraced her son from the front, her soft body warming him by proximity.

"I never had, and never will stop loving you, my darling boy. I'm so sorry that I let my selfishness get the better of me. I promise that won't happen again." She ended with a soft, delicate kiss on his forehead. The rest of the girls joined in, peppering their lips all over his upper half. It was like his glitching mind began to hard-reset. He felt the warmth and love flooding him from all directions, radiating in brilliant emotion as a smile started to form on his lips for the first time in what felt like an eternity of misery. He could feel his heart starting to heal. Even after everything Tyla had done to them, these four women's love for him never faltered, never diminished; if anything it was stronger than ever.

Aren grabbed onto his mother and held her tight, burying his face in her ample bosom. Everyone just hugged him tighter, forming a protective barrier of love that nothing could penetrate; not even Tyla. They never left. He realized that pushing them away only made his pain worse. Accepting them, new debaucherous aspects and all, alleviated his suffering like he never could have imagined.

"We didn't want to push you away, Aren. We wanted you to join us. Tyla told us about her crush on you at the bar, and we all thought you'd be a perfect addition to our little harem." She giggled a bit. "She wants you. We all want you." Aren looked over his mom's shoulder at Tyla who was still sobbing into her hands. He softly pushed himself out of the group and approached her. The futa lifted her head as she heard his bare footsteps. Aren looked down at her with an expression she couldn't read, staring into her puffy green eyes that had lost all the confidence and bravado he was used to seeing from her.

"What?" she sniveled. "Say something… Scream, cuss me out, hit me! I deserve it…" Aren raised a small fist and "punched" her in the chest. To Tyla, it felt more akin to being hit with a pillow. He hit her again, and again, his fists meekly bumping against her strong body with no force behind them.

"Why couldn't you just tell me, you dumbass?" he sighed. "Why make it hurt so bad?" His strikes grew weaker and weaker until he gave up, just staring at her once again until he placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her backwards. She didn't resist him, letting herself sprawl out on her back as he supported himself atop her goddess-like body. Tyla couldn't bear to look him in the eyes.

"I'm sorry, Aren. This isn't how it was supposed to–HHMPH?!" Her words were cut off with a surprised yelp as Aren suddenly kissed her! It was Tyla's turn for her brain to short-circuit. Shock, confusion, elation, a cyclone of emotions cascaded through her mind as a powerful connection formed between the lips of the femboy and the futa. It was all she had ever wanted for years , and it was finally happening to her! Tyla sighed softly against Aren's lips, wrapping her strong arms around him as if he could fade away at any moment. She squeezed his shoulders and played with his soft hair to assure herself that he was indeed real. Aren himself couldn't believe it either. He wasn't exactly sure why he was kissing her, but it felt right; like his instincts had taken over. His nude body on top of hers was tingling all over. His nipples were stiff like two small diamonds, rubbing all over Tyla's own nubs atop her soft-yet-firm breasts. His cock as well was ragingly hard. It pressed against Tyla's mammoth she-cock like David vs Goliath, somehow pinning it down with sheer determination as beads of precum began to form at their slits. The kiss suddenly broke as they both gasped.

"Aren…" Tyla moaned again, squirming underneath him to stimulate various areas of her body with the delicious friction of movement. The femboy felt his instincts taking over as he grabbed his pulsing manhood. He gave it long, slow strokes as he tucked it underneath Tyla's swollen balls. He felt his tip pressing against the burning hot, soaking surface of her feminine parts, the untouched pussy lips almost seeming to kiss his glans affectionately. "Give it to me, baby. Take it all out on my pussy." Tyla moaned, digging her nails into Aren's biceps.

"Tyla…" He slowly pushed himself forward, feeling his bully's swollen lips swallow the tip of his cock effortlessly thanks to how unbelievably wet she was.

"Holy shit… this is what a cock feels like?" She hissed, her body starting to tremble. "More, baby. Give me all of you."

"I've never done this before, Tyla." Aren gave a push of his hips and he felt himself buried to the hilt within her tight love canal, warmth and wetness clinging to him from all directions. "I'm not as big as you…"

"I don't give a fuck ." She growled. "Just fuck me, baby." And who was Aren to deny her? He clutched her muscular body as tightly as he could and started weakly humping into her. It was a new feeling for both of them, Aren fucking, and Tyla being fucked.

"He's so cute." Angela whispered to Sam as the four women watched.

"His technique sucks though…" Sam responded. "I'm gonna help." She knelt down next to her younger brother. "Here, angle your hips like this, and give her a nice, steady rhythm." Sam adjusted Aren's body a bit and backed off, and immediately Tyla went from panting to moaning as Aren's cock struck her deeper.

"You can go faster, too. She's a big girl! She can take it!" Tori said as she bit her lip and dipped her hand between her thighs.

"Wait wait, Aren I need time to–UNGH!" Tyla's eyes crossed as he suddenly threw his entire body weight into his next thrust, causing her tits to bounce in a perfect set of circles.

"Did you give my sisters time?" He slammed into her again. "How about my mom?" Again. "You fucked my girlfriend, so I'm fucking you, dammit!" A puddle was already growing underneath Tyla's ass, her cunt gushing out fluids almost as much as her cock!

"Oh fuck! I'msorryI'msorryI'msorryIloveyouIloveyouIloveyoufuckmefuckmefuckme!!! Tyla's speech started to devolve into whorish babbling as her pussy experienced what it had been starved of for so long. She looked deeply into Aren's eyes and held his cheeks with her hands. "Don't stop until you cum, baby! Hate-fuck me until you fill my pussy up!"

"Tyla…" Aren locked lips with her again, his hips speeding up into a blur as his own orgasm began creeping up on him. "I'm getting close."

"Give it to me."

"Fuck..!" Aren slammed his hips as hard as he could into Tyla, burying his cock in her snug pussy as cum started shooting from his swollen tip and painting the futa's insides. Tyla let out a squeal more akin to Tori or Sam as she orgasmed herself, her walls spasming to milk him of every drop of precious cum.

"My little boy is a man now." Angela giggled.

"I think that was some extreme catharsis." Paige added. Aren slumped down onto Tyla's abs, completely winded and mind fuzzy from the afterglow as Tyla softly stroked his hair.

"You did it, Pup! She may have conquered us, but you conquered her! " Aren looked to Sam, then back to Tyla's glazed over eyes staring at the ceiling, even as she played with his hair.

"I guess that means you have two girlfriends now." Paige said. "And I wouldn't have it any other way."

I did that to her? He thought, staring at her admittedly goofy O-face. It was faint, but he felt the flame of confidence reignite somewhere deep within his soul. Tyla's eyes suddenly snapped back into focus.

"Alright, you little fuck-bunny. You've had your fun, now it's my turn." She suddenly grabbed his lithe body and lifted him up, causing him to squeal in surprise before she pinned him to the couch with her entire body. Aren could feel her massive cockmeat pressing down on his stomach, the tip actually reaching his chest as it throbbed and drooled viscous precum onto his soft skin. He was admittedly terrified. He had seen firsthand what that cock could do. He watched it turn the strongest women in his life into blubbering breeding cows in a matter of seconds. The femboy started to tremble beneath Tyla, and she noticed.

"Are you okay?" She asked, sitting up.

"I'm just… I'm nervous…"

"Aw, Pup." Sam cooed, making her way over to her brother and stroking his hair. "It's okay, I'm here for you."

"So are we." Paige said, accompanied by Tori and Angela. The four women situated themselves around Tyla and Aren, placing their hands in various spots to comfort and support the man they loved most in his most vulnerable moment.

"It's gonna hurt at first, but then it'll feel so amazing." Tori took his right hand, and Paige his left. Aren's eyes grew misty as he squeezed them both, melting into the affection and warmth they were showering him with. Angela giggled.

"Things are gonna be a lot different now; a lot better. Everything will be okay, sweetheart."

"Are you ready, Aren?" Tyla asked, eagerly rubbing her crown against his virginal hole.

"I'm ready. Give it to me."

"Good boy." Tyla lined herself up and began to push. Aren immediately tensed up his whole body on reflex, preventing the futa's cock from making any ground. Before, Tyla would have just pushed harder, but Aren wasn't like the others. She didn't want to break him.

"Relax, Pup." Sam whispered, running her hand down his chest. "If you tense up like that then she can't get inside. Just loosen up and let her in." Aren nodded and did as he was instructed, relaxing his muscles and releasing a breath he didn't know he had been holding. Tyla gripped his waist tightly and pushed again. This time, her cockhead popped into his snug rosebud and they both gasped.

"Ow… owowow…" Aren whined, chewing on his lip as his asshole was stretched wide around just the tip of his bully's member.

"Fuck, baby, you're so tight." Tyla tensed her whole body in order to fight her instinct to bury herself to the hilt. "Are you okay?" She gently stroked her hands up and down the sides of his torso. Aren nodded, his lips quivering as tears formed at the corners of his eyes. "Just breathe for me, okay?" He obeyed, taking shaky breaths as his body slowly got used to the sensations. With every passing second, his rosebud sucked in another centimeter of Tyla's cock, getting more and more greedy as the pain morphed into pleasure. Before long, Tyla's balls nestled comfortably against Aren's plump ass.

I get it now. Aren thought to himself. I get why they all fell for her.

"Fuck me, Tyla. Please fuck me like you did all the women in my life!"

"If I do that, you'll break, my sweet boy." Tyla cooed as she started to gently undulate her hips, giving Aren only a few inches at a time. He squeezed his eyes shut and pursed his lips. His asshole ached all the way up to his chest! Tyla kissed him again, her pace gradually picking up over the course of several minutes. During which, the pain in Aren's tight hole gradually faded into a warm, tingling pleasure centered on his tight tummy.

"T-Tyla… Tyla! Tyla, it's starting to feel good!" He sounded almost panicked, like he was afraid of becoming cock-brained like the rest of his family. However Tyla was hoping for just that! The dirty-blonde futa growled deep in her throat, propping herself up for a proper mating press as she pushed Aren's legs back.

"I fucking love it when you say my name, you little twerp. Say it again!"

"TylAAAAAHHH!!!" His cry for her turned into a scream as she careened herself into his lithe body. Her massive, homewrecking futa spear flattened his prostate in the process, causing his vision to temporarily white out. The rest of his family weren't content to just sit by and watch. The four women converged on the mating pair, planting their hands and lips all over their bodies. Sam grabbed one of Tyla's swollen balls in each of her hands, gently squeezing them to encourage her conqueror to further ruin her little brother. Angela and Paige each took one of Aren's hands and gently squeezed. Tori put her fingers in Aren's hair and massaged his scalp. All four of them zeroed in on the bulge of Tyla's cock protruding from Aren's midsection.

"She's going so deep." Tori whispered, watching her brother's navel get pushed up and down over and over.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum." Tyla groaned, her rutting increasing in intensity. "I'm gonna cum inside you, my little bitch boy! Just like your family!"

"Do it, Tyla! Shoot your cum inside me! Show me how much you love me!"

"Fuck!" She crashed herself against the quivering femboy beneath her, his cock spraying a load between the both of them as her balls clenched up and out of Sam's fingers. A warm, gooey sensation erupted within Aren's body as Tyla came, stuffing him, painting his walls white with her virile progeny and claiming him like she had all the others before him. She roared atop her latest concubine, filling him with so much sperm that his stomach began to swell from the sheer volume of her load. However, his stomach could only grow so much. He began to feel a pressure traveling up his throat, before cum erupted from between his lips. It poured down his chin and neck, as potent as always. The four women dove in, licking and slurping it off of his visage like they would die without it. Aren in the past would have squirmed and protested, calling it incestuous and weird. Now, he welcomed the love; especially as Tori pressed her lips against his in an upside-down kiss.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that." Tori gasped.

"Really? B-But I'm your brother. It's… It's so…"

"So right. "

"We're all messed up now, and we wouldn't have it any other way." Angela cooed, giving Tyla a mouthful of her own cum. The futa wrenched her cock free of Aren's hole, splattering cum all over the floor and his stomach as her member dropped onto him, still hard and throbbing. Sam reached for Tyla's cock, but unexpectedly moved it aside before grabbing Aren's.

"Sam?" he asked, snapping back into focus after having his world rocked.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this." she purred before slurping his cock entirely into her mouth. Aren instantly moaned and laid his head back, Sam's well-practiced blowjob skills washing away any more inhibitions he may have had about doing such things with such people. Tyla chuckled and started fingering the tatted tomboy as a reward.

"That's it, slut. Suck your brother's perfect cock." Tori kissed him again as Angela grabbed his hand and placed it on her breast.

"I've seen how you stare at these tits, sweet boy. You can play with them all you want from now on. Mommy is all yours. Well, yours and Tyla's." Paige couldn't help but giggle.

"Oh, Aren… Your family is amazing, and I'm glad I can be a part of it now." She gently-yet-firmly pushed the rest of the women off of him before straddling his waist. She reached down and grabbed his cock, now rock-hard yet again and coated in Sam's saliva. "I'll always love you, baby. Let me prove it to you." And she sank down on his cock with a loud moan, her pussy a lot tighter than he was expecting.

The night raged on in an orgy legendary proportions. Tyla and Aren took the four women in all sorts of combinations and positions. Aren and Tyla double-penetrated Sam, her brother taking her ass as she writhed atop Tyla, who plowed her well-worn cunt.

"Oh, fuck my ass, Pup! Fuck your big sister!" she screamed. Next, Aren took his turn with Angela's fat mommy tits, humping away at them as Tyla cored out her throat. After that, it was Aren's turn to gag on Tyla's futa rod, as Tori did the same to his. But she didn't let him cum until it was in her pussy after some rough doggystyle.

"Oh shit! You don't know how many times I've fucked myself thinking about this!" she confessed as her older brother mounted her and bit hard into her shoulder. Tyla herself was impressed with the femboy's stamina, having not only creampied her, but Paige, Sam, Tori, and then Angela as he sucked on both her nipples at once and she moaned,

"This is where you belong, baby boy!" She didn't shy away either, always using a hole of her own as Aren was busying himself. By the end, she and Aren stood over the four cum-coated whores, stroking their sore, sensitive cocks.

"This is how you mark your sluts, baby!" With that, they both unleashed the last ropes of the night, spider-webbing cum all over the moaning concubines. As the sun began to rise, Paige and Aren had their heads on Tyla's muscular thighs as she stroked their hair. Aren turned his head up to look at his former bully.

"Is it true?"

"Is what true?"

"The things you said. About loving me and stuff." Tyla flicked him on the forehead.

"Of course it is, you twerp. I just fucked you like my soul has been screaming for years, and I'm never fucking letting you go. Enjoy your life with five girlfriends, baby. I just hope you don't mind sharing them because I'm not letting go of them, either." Aren smiled, wondering how his new, strange life would take shape. "And… I'm sorry, Aren. For real. From now on, when I pick on you, it's out of love. I won't hurt you anymore, I promise. And hey, in return for letting me into your family, you can pound me like that sexy girlfriend of yours whenever you want." Aren smiled.

"I'd like that." he leaned up and kissed her one final time before falling asleep atop a pile of cum-drenched, snoozing bodies.

6 Months Later

Aren pushed the front door open with his hips, his hands occupied by several shopping bags stuffed with post-and-pre-natal care items. He quickly set them on the counter and huffed. He definitely wasn't as strong as Tyla!

"I'm home!" he called out. Paige quickly came scurrying up to him, throwing her arms around him and giving him a big kiss.

"Welcome home!" she cooed. "We missed you."

"I was only gone for a few hours."

"That's too long!" She took his hand and dragged him to the living room, where the rest of his family sat. Sam, Tori and Angela were looking significantly more round. All three sported swollen, pregnant bellies, much too big for where they sat in their pregnancies, hinting at each carrying multiple! Tyla sat between all of them, casually nursing a beer. "I'm glad you're all here now, because I have an announcement!" Paige fidgeted with her hands for a moment before speaking again. "I'm pregnant!" Immediately the room erupted in cheers. "Wait wait there's more!" Paige threw her hands up, demanding silence. "I was curious, so I did some tests. It's yours, Aren!"

"Wait what?!" His jaw practically hit the floor. "I… I…" He gave up trying to speak, and just threw his arms around her. She held him in her soft embrace, the warmth of her love pouring into his body. He was so happy. Almost as happy as the day Tyla confessed to him. The pair hugged and gently swayed back and forth for a few moments before being interrupted.

"You little bitch! " Tyla barked from the couch. She immediately chugged the rest of her beer and stood up. "He was supposed to knock me up first!" She grabbed Aren by his shirt. "Come here, you little twink! You're fucking a baby into me now! " Aren couldn't help but laugh about how wonderful his life had become.