Ch.4 | Hand-me-down

Ahahahahah~! OH fuuuuuck!~

⟫ Sofia can't stop giggling, her orgasmic pleasure entering another level. Blankets plaster the hall, it never ends!

mmmblg...

⟫ Sofia catches a mouthful. Her cheeks filling up with her own bubblegum brew!

Bleehhh~

⟫ She spits it out, the taste lingering.

Mmmm~ Cotton candy?

⟫ Her mind grows distracted, her stream settling in turn. And then... it stops altogether.

phew! Thought that would never end! Chill~

⟫ clank glunk! Someone begins jiggling the doorknob downstairs.

Ah crap!! Not now-- gotta hide!

⟫ Sofia darts off to her room, closing the door behind her. click!

Sofia? Sofia are you--

⟫ Her voice grows quiet, the trudge of her feet spatting over the cum soaked steps.

Sofia?

⟫ She follows the cum trail leading straight to Sofia's room. Sofia hides herself in her closet. Pheobe steps inside, clearly being able to see the semen trailing into her closet.

Oh dear...I was afraid of this.

⟫ Pheobe doesn't approach the closet. She instead, sits upon her bed, placing the bag of groceries to the side. She doesn't speak for a moment... but then.

I didn't think you'd take after your mother. I was so sure-- ehem.

⟫ Pheobe clears her throat and leaves the room. Sofia coming out from the corner and watching her shadow creep down the stairs. click! The back door opens and then closes. Sofia grabs a pair of pants, sticking her flaccid member into one of the legs and following. click! Her mother weeds her way into the beat up wagon in their backyard. Disappearing inside. After a moment, she follows again. A latch remains open inside, the sounds of footsteps going down.

Mom?

⟫ Sofia crawls down with her, following behind her stride.

If your mother were here, she'd probably yell at me... but...

⟫ Pheobe motions for Sofia to follow. The just keep walking, shelves of antiques lining the walls.

Mom... what are you?

⟫ Pheobe stops her, open a door in the back. Inside there was a glass display, a dog collar inside that seemed like it was gleaming. Even in this dark dreary place, it was glimmering.

It belonged to your mother... well it used to.

⟫ Sofia squints.

Is mom dead!?

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Oh gods heavens no!! What?! why would you-- ehem! No sweety, this was her "special item" Tera-- Her curse was... unique.

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Uhhh... Unique how?

⟫ Sofia attempts to hide the bulge going down her entire leg.

Well for starters, she had the fattest cock I've ever seen~

⟫ Pheobe drools over herself.

Mom!!

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Sorry, sorry! Just getting nostalgic~ For true though, your mother's curse was dick honey.

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D- Dick?! Just dick?

⟫ Sofia stutters.

Well no, it's more complicated than that.. But it was a little too much-- even for me~

⟫ Pheobe blushes.

I find that hard to believe.

⟫ Sofia stammers, Pheobe was well know for her ability to handle... packages.

No-- it's true... and that's why your mother wore this!

⟫ Pheobe opens the display. Grabbing the collar and presenting it to Sofia. She gets behind her, wrapping it around her like a necklace. click!

There! Oh that looks good on you~

⟫ Pheobe claps, seeing the spitting image of Tera in Sofia.

Okay, this way!

⟫ Pheobe takes them upstairs and out of the wagon. Closing it up before bring them both back inside.

Now, why don't we have some more Radish Soup?

⟫ They sit down for supper, neither one of them talking any more on the subject.

A MONTH LATER

Ewww!

⟫ The man scurries out of the house. Pheobe, hearing the commotion, ends her session early. Heading upstairs she follows the sounds of soft pouting. Sofia's door creeeks open.

I- I- th- that's the-

⟫ Pheobe pulls Sofia in for an embrace. Her head getting buried in her cleavage.

Why mom? sob sob. Am I... ugly now?

⟫ Pheobe tugs at Sofia's wet cheeks.

No no sweety, you are the most adorable thing on the planet...

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B- but--

⟫ Pheobe stops her, swaying her around in a loving embrace.

It's okay baby... it's okay...

LATER THAT NIGHT

⟫ Sofia sits on her window gazing at the moonlight. Her collar catches the light, gleaming beautifully. Sofia clutches the heart ornament dangling from it. The images of rejection flash through her mind. Day after day, ever since she grew this THING!-- no man will even give her a second look. Sofia feels something crumbled up in her pocket. She pulls it out, flattening it up in her grip. "Thy curse is nigh, come to The Gilded Giles" The old lady oracle buzzes around her head. "3 months! Ambrosia! Gimme 20 dollars~"

Th- that's it!!

⟫ Sofia jumps the ledge and into her closet. rummage pack pack~ She skims through her clothes, packing up anything and everything. She throws over a cloak and leaves the house behind with her. Sofia heading off, her destination?-- The Gilded Giles!! Like her mom before her, she sought the cure to all curses... Ambrosia.