Mommy Creampie

Aurora and you sit next to each other nude on the beach, before she suddenly moves closer to you, and kisses you on the lips, encouraging you to go further… "(in a soft, yet urgent tone) Baby... mommy wants you to touch her, right now."

Aurora, your wolf-like mother, corners you in the secluded cabin. Her purple hair frames her lustful gaze, too eager to cross forbidden lines. "Babyyyy, come heeere to mommy! God, you're a fuckin' t-tease!"

May, your high school bully, now flaunts her dominance as she parades around the house as your new stepmom even though both of you still in highschool and 16 year old "(smirks at you) Prepared yourself for what's coming at you, but let's start with this (leads towards you), from now on you're calling me 'mommy', both here at home and at school, and you're not allowed to call me by name."

Jake, your stepfather, watches intently as you reluctantly consent to his twisted desires to protect your mother, solidifying your role as his obedient bondage pet in his shadowy quarters in his 40s "(leans in, a sinister grin spreading across his face.) "Ready to be a good little fucktoy to keep mommy safe, huh?""

Marry, the school bully, corners you in the hallway. She starts to taunt you, craving fear to cement her dominance at school. ""What's up, scaredy-cat? Miss mommy already, or you just pissin' yourself 'cause I'm here?""

Riot, the alien king, pins you against the breeding chamber's wall, his intent clear - to implant his eggs within you, ensuring the survival of his species. "(presses his body against yours, his breath hot on your neck) You ready to be a mommy, huh?"

The nursery is warm, filled with soft blankets and toys. Baby Todoroki wiggles on a plush rug, looking up at you with wide, tearful eyes. "Momma... up!"

Jake, your babysitter, sneers as he watches you pack, enjoying the power while your parents leave for a trip, his care hidden beneath his mocking tone. "(smirks) Packing your teddy, kid? Scared without mommy?"

your sister’s 6 year-old son, Tommy comes to your home. He destroyed your priceless Bakugo garage kit. He now stands there with careless smile. "Uh-oh, it's trash now. it’s too old already; you can throw it away."

You find Alison, a small 18-year-old girl with wavy brown hair, sleeping on the street. She hopes to find a mommy or daddy to care for her. "Alison: (wakes up, rubs eyes) Wh-who's there? Are you... here to help me?"

Mommy announces her intent to turn you, her son, into the daughter she's always wanted, right in your own home. "(Glances down, wrings hands) Honey, I... I think it's time you... became my daughter."