NTR Quest 7.A-8.A -Kara - Interfere in Sam's Business & Focus on Family

A bad end is reached in the A storyline by attempting to Interfere in Sam's Business while also Focusing your attention on your Mother, rather than your training.

* * Content Warning: Chapter features forced feminization with mild transformation. * *

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You realize quickly that you are going to need to interfere in whatever Sam is doing if you are going to save the town, and possibly your mother. If she finds out what he is up to it may change her calculation of things. That is mostly what all of this has come down to. Marrien made a calculation and estimated it would work in her favor. If you can show otherwise you might be able to oust the ugly bastard.

You turn, hearing the door swing open, along with the voice of your sister. “Good morning.” She greets everyone in a sing-song voice. After noticing you she smiles particularly brightly and adds.
“Morning, brother.”

“Morn-” You begin to return the greeting, then notice she is with someone. Sten, one of the boys from the town that you grew up with. They look close. That does not bother you, it is just a bit of a shock. Sten smiles and waves. He is helping Fiona carry herbs and has her basket hooked over one arm.

“Morning.” Sten says politely, then walks the herbs up to the counter with Fiona.

“Morning.” Galia looks at the basket closely.
“Thank you, dear.” The innkeeper looks down, patiently waiting for Fiona to separate out the various herbs that she ordered.
“What's the plan for the rest of the day?”

Fiona looks up in thought. “Oh, I don't know.” She looks to you.
“Are you planning on doing anything?”

“I wanna see the heroes training regiment.” Sten blurts out with a smirk, stepping forward to pull you into a light headlock.

“H-hey, cut it out!” You laugh and squirm free. Sten is about the same build as you, which is to say that he is not much to look at. He is nice, however. You know that about him. As he steps back to return to your sisters side you think that there could not be a more perfect candidate for her. They definitely grew up together, as well. You are all close.
“I think it's training today. I'm learning magic.” You consider that you have other things to manage, however.
“I am thinking of walking the town for a bit, first.”

“Woah! For real?” Sten bounces excitedly a few times, then stops.
“If you're learning magic, why would you want to do something boring like explore the town?”

“He's not wrong. What are you looking for? You've already seen the town and you've barely been gone a week so nothing's changed.” Fiona looks at you curiously as she re-organizes the herbs in the basket after some were removed.

“What's this I'm hearing about putting off training?” The stairs creak as Kara descends. She is combing her fingers through her messy crimson mane to untangle it as she speaks. You look over to see Sten's jaw drop.

“B-beastwoman!” He utters uncontrollably before Fiona jabs him in the side with her elbow and clenches his hand tightly.

“Yeah?” Her ears perk.

“Good morning, miss.” Fiona smiles sweetly.
“We need to finish my route.” She smiles and quickly turns to pull Sten out of the inn. You hear him complaining all the way to the door and even a little after.

“Ow, ow! Why are you being so rough? I just...” His voice trails off.

Kara stretches, her ears still twitching a little. “Oooh. I look unique, I guess?” She says, playing dumb. You doubt she does not know how appealing she looks to an average human male.

“Don't sell yourself short, honey.” Galia chuckles.
“You're a lot more than unique.” Kara simply nods with complete confidence. You wonder if she was just fishing for compliments.
“Anyway.” Galia leans over the counter and grins impishly.
“How was your night, you two? Beds comfy enough? Need those sheets washed?” She winks several times at you.

Flustered, you quickly answer. “Nothing happened. They need to be washed, but it's not because anything weird happened...”

“Yeah.” Kara agrees. Just as you think that she has finally gained a bit of tact, you hear her add.
“He's a bit fast, but he'll get better. He's a promising talent.”

You face goes bright red. Galia laughs and leans over the counter to punch your shoulder lightly. “Hey, no need to be embarrassed you made it. You're a man! I knew you could do it.”

“Humans gain manhood through that? It's nothing special...” Kara comments with a shrug.

Galia leans back and raises her brow. “Just uh, maybe find a nicer girl to settle down with now that you've...” She pauses, thinks of how best to say it through innuendo, then makes a popping motion with one of her hands. You do not get it.

“Okay! Thanks!” You grab Kara by her wrist and pull her out. You are still extremely flushed and will probably need a little bit to calm down.

“What's wrong?” She asks you once you are outside.

“I'm still a kid to most of them. I can feel it in the way they talk to me. I was supposed to return way later than this.”

“But she said you were finally a man.”

“She was joking. Also, I don't know if you noticed, but she was insulting you by saying your were a...”

“A?” Kara lifted a brow curiously, unsure where you are going with that statement.

“I'm pretty sure she likened you to a hooker. A whore.”

“Oh.” You wait for it to sink in with her, but it does not seem to. “You think that would make me mad?”

“Sorry. I sometimes forget you are infallible.” You groan.

“Is that another insult? I'm not inflallable or whatever.”

You stop and look at her. “I can see that. You have your blind spots. But what I'm saying is that nothing really seems to affect you.”

“Oh. There's stuff that makes me mad, obviously.”

“Like what?”

“Seeing animals on leashes or with collars kinda makes me mad, but I get that humans are different and accept it. Beastfolk in collars makes me mad, and I have a harder time accepting that, but I know how to control myself.” She looks down, rubbing her chin.

“Being called an animal isn't an insult to me, but the way I know humans mean it makes it one.”

You offer a knowing smile. “Because you think using 'animal' as an insult is demeaning to them.”

Kara grins and tussles your hair. “I've known animals that are way smarter and nicer than humans.” She stares down at you harshly, changing the subject back to what she heard early.
“What's this about shirking training?”

“I just need a bit of time. I can still train for the same amount of time, it just means we probably wont be able to... You know... After the session. Or before. Not for a little while, anyway.” You explain, hoping she will understand. Kara does not seem to mind after you mentioned there would still be the same amount of time allocated to training.

She shrugs. “That's fine, I'll figure out other ways to entertain myself.”

“Sure.” You think that sounds a bit foreboding, but you are in no position to stop her.

You begin moving around town to ask about Sam. Most of the average people you know do not seem to like him. He has essentially 'taken' the town's Matriarch, more or less. Your family was influential, so everyone knows what is going on and none of the common-folk like it. You hear things from men saying that you have them if you ever want to run the man out of town. A lot of farmers and woodsmen share that sentiment. The women mostly just comment on how gross and indecent Sam is. The gossips seem to know quite well how much time he spends at the Inn with Galia's girls. The religious women among the ones you speak to consider it a bit of an abomination.

These opinions steel your resolve, but then you hit a dead end in the form of practical opinions. As you start really digging down by speaking to the owners of businesses and the managers of the town you get a different picture. Each and every business owner in the town has a stellar opinion of Sam. There are a few important businesses in the town other than the logging that your family runs. There is the grain and hop refinery and bellow that are the simple bakers, butchers and the general trade store. The story from all of them seems to be the same: Sam is bringing money into the town. He came to the personally and showed them how more people would be passing through and that Chesharidge could become the center of a much bigger project. Frankly, when you spoke to them, the movers of the town were salivating at Sam's savvy planning. It did not sit right with you, but these people that actually had a hand and a stake in the towns success were pleased. They did not care about what was happening with Marrien. At the very least they turned a blind eye to it. Why not? To any casual observer she was marrying a very successful man. Sure, he spent time at the inn, but what man in the town could say they had not?

While speaking to everyone you do your best to stoke the flames of rebellion against Sam and to interfere in general, but even the common folk that pledged to help you run him out want to wait until something happens before they act. The business owners do not want to hear it at all and simply tell you to cease what you're doing, as it might affect their plans and their income. Feeling a bit dejected you return to the field to meet Kara for your training.

You are sitting in the field cross-legged, waist deep in flowers. “We have to be in the field? Fiona will kill me if I crush some of her herbs.”

“I'll kill you, too. Focus.” As she says that, it catches your eye that Sam is watching from the window with a smile. He waves. You glare at him briefly, then close your eyes.

“Focus...” You repeat.

“Breathing. Just like we practiced.” Kara explains. You begin breathing just like she told you. Slowly in through the mouth, then out of your nose.
“Good.” She coos. After a few minutes of just that she adds.
“Now place your palms to the ground and imagine breathing with them.”

“Breathing with them?” Your eyes are closed but you make a confused face that she must have seen, because you feel a hard flick to your forehead.
“Ow!”

“Not air, obviously! But it's the same feeling. Breathing through your hands, but without the exhaling. Just keep it in, whatever comes.”

You take the poor instruction and attempt to place your palms to the ground so you can breath through them.
“I don't feel anything.” You say at first, then you feel her hands on top of yours. Her breath is on your neck, so you know she must be close, but you choose not to open your eyes and interrupt the lesson.
“What are you-”

“I forget humans don't usually do this, but I can help you feel what it's like so you can do it yourself.” As she explains that you feel a sensation that is very much like breathing. Something through your palms and up into your arms to spread through your body. The feeling really is like the relief of taking in a deep breath, only it is not in your lungs it is in your muscles, your head and even your stomach to an extent.
“Well, anyway, it's like that.” She releases your hands and as she does, all of what you are feeling begins to just sort of dissipate.
“Focus on trying to feel that for yourself. That's what we're doing exclusively until you get it. Oh, open your eyes now.”

“Sure.” You open your eyes to see that the plants around you are now well above your head.
“How did-”

“It's magic. You pull it from the ground and when you release it, it returns to the ground and finds a home. This is what human and elf magic can't do. Sustain itself and the land.”

“There's got to be a drawback.”

“There is.” She looks at you seriously.
“Humans and elves are too stupid to get why it's better. That's the drawback.”
“I guess, if you ask them they'll say it lacks raw power.”

“Okay... So the drawback is raw power.” You point out, mostly for yourself.

“You know, I'm a little impressed by your character, for a human. You still got your flaws, of course. So long as you focus on your training I think we should be good. You may actually be happy.” Kara explains that in a way that is both complimentary and depressing, as it reminds you that you are, according to her, destined to be unhappy. It was quite the thing to say to someone. No sugar-coating. You almost forgot that prophecy. You are at least able to muse that you are on the right track so far.
“Do you wanna keep the focus on your training?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, it's like you're distracted. You wanna take some time out to be with your family and friends each day? Training might take longer, but I don't wanna deal with a distracted kid. Usually sex'll keep someones attention but I guess you got other stuff on your mind...” The way she asks does not make you think that it is a trick question. She seems serious.

“What's the right answer? The result of each choice? You know that, right?”

“Not perfectly, but I got an idea.” She answers honestly, but does not seem intent on telling you.

“Could you let me know?”

“The question is to your character. Knowing the possible answers cancels out anything you could gain from making either choice.”

You sigh deeply. “You're saying that the earnest answer I have to that question is what affects my future?”

Kara smiles, looking a bit impressed. “Knowing and making decisions while knowing makes you a completely different person. Different results.”

“If knowing changes me, why did you tell me I'm going to be unhappy?”

Kara's brow furrows. “Because... That was also a question to your character.” She looks up at you sadly.
“Being able to continue on the same stream after knowing the possible results was something important. I wanted to give you the choice to try and salvage happiness, away from this life.”

“But it wasn't a choice for me...”

Kara smiles. “I know. Isn't that interesting? Like I said. A question to your character.”

-8.A-

It feels bad in the moment that the answer to her question of what you want to do is to focus on trying to help your family and the town. That being said, it is quite possible that the only effect it will have is to slightly elongate your training. That may not be so bad, you think. After training you approach the house and knock on the door. It takes a minute or so to get a response. Sam answers the door in a chipper mood.

“Well, if it isn't my future son-in-law. How are you? How was training, lad?” Sam is sweating, you noticed and the house is warm with a strange waft of incense rushing out to greet you.

“Training was good. Hoping to talk with my mother, if that's alright.” You ask. It pains you that you even have to ask.

Sam sighs and scratches his chin. The man is looking up in thought. “Well... We were in the middle of something, but you know what...” He smiles. You dread it. The answer. It was within his right to keep her from you.
“She's your mother and I should respect that you have the right to see her whenever you want.” The answer surprises you quite a bit. Your jaw doesn't drop, but your lips parts slightly and your brows rise as far as they can. Sam rests a fat hand on your shoulder.
“This's your home more than it is mine, son. I think you should come more often to keep your mother company. She'd like that.”

“Uh.. O- Okay?” It is suspicious, but it also may just be very nice of him. Thinking about it, the only people who have met Sam personally, the business owners you spoke to in your attempt to interfere, thought he was fine. They not only had no complaints, but they were offended when you suggested he had a bad character. You begin to wonder if you are the one who is being the problem. You did just go out and attempt to interfere with the mans life. For what?

“Let me just go up and let Marrien know. Come in.” Sam backs up and ascends the stairs. You enter and close the door behind you. With the house closed the scent of incense is more present. It is an odd, unfamiliar smell that is easy to inhale. You have never been a fan of scents but this one quite nice and relaxing and subtle. After waiting a minute or so Sam descends.
“Alright, she's decent. I'll be down here working on my contracts. Thanks for visiting, by the way.” He pats you on the shoulder as he passes. You offer a nod.

You take a deep breath and ascend the stairs, then make your way towards your mother's room. Thankfully she is, as Sam said, decent. Marrien appears to have quickly put on a loose-fitting nighty that barely hides her attractive, voluptuous form but at least an attempt was made. She greets you warmly from her seat on the bed as you enter.
“What's the occasion?” She asks curiously.

“I just wanted to see how you were doing. I think in general I'd like to spend  a bit more time together.” You do not mention that it is mostly just so that you can keep a close eye on her. As you get closer and sit down beside her you see that Marrien is blushing. She had been when you got in and it does not look like it is going away.

“I like that idea.” She says simply.

“You do?” Even as sugar coated as you put it, having you around to interfere in Sam and her business was probably a long shot.

“Sam does, too.” She mentions, adding an additional surprise.

“Really? Why?” You ask.

“I think he mentioned before that he did not like how you two did not initially get along. I was skeptical about him, at first. But, when he started revealing his finances to me and his plans for the town recently I... Well, lets just say I was made into a believer. This might actually be a very fruitful partnership.” Marrien said in a hopeful tone. You can tell by the look on her face that she smells money. Not just that, however. She has not looked as happy as she is now in a long time. Not even when she was with your father did you see her so pleased.

“Yeah, I actually saw that stuff. The investments and promises... Is that real?” Your investigation confirms her words.

“It is real.” She nods.

“Huh.” You feel strangely light. If Sam is actually a good man then it is the best case scenario. You have very little to worry, truly. Thinking back to his offer and the way he acted, that may have just been a quirk of his. He is certainly off-putting, but if he is actually quite good in every other respect then it does not matter. As you think about that you begin to blush. Shifting uncomfortably on the bed you realize that you are becoming aroused, but the only thing you both had been talking about was Sam, so it is incredibly confusing to you. Sure, your mother is sitting beside you barely dressed, but she is your mother. You have no attraction towards her.

You get up and turn to try and hide your arousal before it is noticed, but you are just slightly too late.
“Is that...” Marrien asks hesitantly.
“That's not-”

“No!” you turn and begin to leave before anything else uncomfortable happens. The matter of why you are aroused is still eluding you. As you begin descending the stairs you see Sam at the bottom. To your dismay his small, sharp eyes fall to your groin.

“Nothing to be ashamed of. She's an attractive woman.” Sam chuckles.

“I am not attracted to my mother.” You whisper harshly as you reach the bottom of the stairs.

“Then who's that for?” Sam asks with a grin. It is the operative question. There are only three people in the entire house and there was only one person you and your mother were speaking of as it happened.

“I have to go.” You say quickly, leaving for Galia's. You are let go. A few minutes after you leave the house your arousal dies down, but you feel faintly numb down there. It is an odd sensation. While at the house you were at the height of arousal and now you feel very little desire. You even feel a little tired.

When you reach the Inn you arrive to an unusual sight. Kara is serving tables at Galia's in a uniform. She is not just enduring male attention like the other girls, but relishing it. You approach the front desk.
“What's going on?” You motion back towards her as she works dutifully behind you.

Galia shrugged. “Girl mentioned she wanted something to do. I described the position and she was interested. Especially after I told her the optional methods you can take to make a bit more money.” The woman rolls her eyes lightly.
“Don't think she's interested in money, though, do you?”

You shake your head. “Probably... Not.” You watch her for a few seconds. She does not seem to notice you.
“So long as she's happy, I suppose.”

“You kidding? She's in her element.” Galia claims happily.
“She's already my best girl.”

You leave it and ascend the stairs to your room to collapse onto the bed. There is of course no sex or attention from Kara, as she is quite busy. Not that you could accept it with how tired and unaroused you are. You feel the intense drive at the house has not only left you, but drained you.

Your worries about Kara's new job interfering in your training disappear as she seems to be perfectly fine and well-rested the next day. You wonder if the woman needs sleep at all as you go through your slightly shortened training session with her. Once it is over she confirms with you that you are still on the same path before leaving for Galia's. You approach the house.

As was the case the previous day Sam answers the door sweating. “Haha.” He laughs.
“Caught me in the middle of something again.” He mops his face with a towel. He is less dressed than the previous day. Close to being nude. You avoid staring below the belt.

“Is that 'something' what I think it is?” You grimace.

“You would know, huh? Well, no point hiding it. Yeah, we were fucking.” He steps aside.
“Anyway, come on in. I got blue balls, but there's no reason why that's your problem, right?” Sam uttered failing to hide his bitterness.
“More time to work on contracts. Oh! Hey.” He clicks his tongue and stops you on the stairs.
“I cleared up that little incident with Marrien. She wont think less of you anymore, so don't worry.” He leaves it at that. You have no idea what he did, but it worries you.

You ascend the stairs into the same subtle scent you noticed before. It is less noticeable now, even though you are aware of it. It has somewhat faded into the background. You enter your mothers room and find her in a familiar state. You take a seat next to her.
“Welcome back, dear.” She says welcomingly

“Hi, uh... Thinking maybe I don't need to come over so often.” You mention awkwardly. If it feels like Sam is a good guy then all you are really doing is interfering. That does not feel good. If your mother asks you to go you definitely will.

“Nonsense.” She shakes her head.

You blink. “Huh?”

Marrien leans close to you and sighs. “Honestly, with your sister not hanging around as often I'm missing out on talking to her about girl stuff.”

“Girl stuff? But I'm-” You try to argue, but she just continues.

“Adorable.” Marrien hugs you.
“Sam confirmed what I saw yesterday. I was a bit... Off-put, but then he educated me on how this type of thing is handled now in civilized society. Especially the Capital.”

“This type of thing?” You utter hesitantly, squirming in your mothers embrace. Her heavy chest is pressing up against your side uncomfortably.

“You like Sam, do you not?” She comes out and says it, staring at you curiously while you are still being hugged from the side.

“That is why you really want to come and visit.”

“What!? No! That is-”

“Sam told me I should encourage it and that it is healthy, but I am not sure about that.”

“Thank god.” You sigh.

“I should confirm it first, then if it is true I should be more than encouraging.” She released you and stared at you closely.

“This is crazy.” You announce, preparing to sit up and leave at once.

“Think about him right now without becoming aroused.” You sit back down and gulp as arousal begins to overtake you. Standing has become uncomfortable and just a bit embarrassing.

“Mother...” You complain weakly, covering your groan with your hands.

“When you think about him, do you feel warm in the face and strange inside?” She asks. You gulp. All of that does sound quite familiar to how you felt yesterday on your way out, and how you feel now. She continues.
“When you leave or are away do you get a numb feeling? Do you feel tired and unable to do anything else for a little while?” You do not nod or answer. You do not want to. Instead you turn your head. You suspect she is simply going to take that for a yes, however.
“Oh my... It is true. You probably love him as much as I do!” Your mother gushes.

“This is actually somewhat exciting!”

“Why?” You groan, fearful of what she's come up with.

“Sam said that this is something to be proud, not ashamed of.”

“Seriously?” You are hesitant, but your body is about as eager as she is.

She turns you to face her and stares seriously into your eyes. “Of course. Sam said that a 'male daughter' is actually extremely prestigious.” You stare back skeptically.
“They are capable of attaining high positions at the side of kings and princes as concubines since they are incapable of becoming pregnant. They can become influential companions. You are also a burgeoning hero. I was told it could confer even more advantages on yourself and this family.”

“Mother... I do not believe any of this. What does it mean, in the end?”

She tilts her head to one side. “Well, I can be a bit more open with you. If you are going to potentially marry a man or get with Sam I should probably try harder to introduce you to things..” She muses.

You raise your hands. “That- that wont be necessary, really.”

“Listen.” She says with a stone-like expression.

“I'm listening?” You say, eyes wide. She sounds serious.

“His cock is delicious. You would not expect it and most have not been in my life, but his is.” She exhales.
“Glad I was finally able to get that out. I haven't had anyone to talk to about this stuff. Galia is who I would usually dish to, but we've grown apart.”

You are not sure what to do with that. It almost does not register at first. “It is.... Delicious.” You repeat it almost as a fact before you realize what you are saying.
“I- I mean what?”

Marrien giggles. “It's fine, dear. No need to be ashamed. Because of Sam's education on the topic, I have become far more open to... Well, you are not my son anymore, I suppose.”

“Mother!” You exclaim.

She shakes her head. “What? He says it is important to acknowledge your type as if you were a female. So you are my daughter.” She looks up wistfully.
“Twin daughters. I can't say I didn't wish for it at the time.”

“I- I have to go!” You get up, still covering yourself and just barely avoid Sam as you rush out the door.

“It's probably fine.” Kara says casually, sitting with one leg crossed over the other. The woman is on her break, which allowed her some time to speak with you.

“What do you mean its fine!? They're treating me as a girl! My own mother is.” A few of the patrons there turn to look at you curiously. You lower your head and lower your voice.
“My own mother...”

Kara leans in. “What's the big deal about being a boy or a girl? Being a girl is better, anyway.” She inhales and looks up in thought.
“Wasn't sure if I was gonna tell you this, but girls are more suited to the type of magic I'm teaching.”

You are immediately taken aback. “You do not think that would be an important fact to know before I picked you to train me?”

“It doesn't actually matter, since you're a hero. You can learn it. I'm just saying that girls are better. Be a girl if you can. It's better for our training.” Kara said it as if it were easy to just change ones gender. You feel as if the entire world has gone insane.

“I thought you were going to have something more to say... Maybe you'd offer to kill Sam again.”

“Want me to?” She leans back and crosses her arms. You can tell she would if you asked.

“No.” You relent.
“He's actually... Really nice.” Your cheeks flush.

Kara's eyes widen briefly. “Wow, you got it bad.”

“What?” You utter in surprise.

“The love. Gross. I don't mess with that love stuff, but to each their own.” She sighs and tilts her head back and forth, then stretches out.
“Bout time for me to get back to work. Galia's a slave driver... Anyway, you know what I think. Good luck, don't let it interfere with your training and I'm fine with whatever.” She offers a thumbs up and hops out of her seat to get back to serving customers.

Instead of ascending to your room at the Inn you make your way back to the house and knock. Sam answers the door, as per usual. You awkwardly ask.
“Is it okay if I just stay here?” It is closer to the training ground and you truly do not see much wrong with Sam anymore. Meddling in his business, or at least attempting to lead to no results. In fact, it only bolstered his character in your mind. Now this experience over the past to days. Finding that your mother is actually quite pleased. Hearing Sam go to bat for you over your... Condition. On top of all that your master stated in no uncertain terms that you would be better off as a girl for her training. He grins widely in response to the question.




“This is awkward.” You sighs, kneeling on the floor of the room next to your mother. You are both nude. Things escalated very quickly, but it is helped by the fact that you already decided to accept that you love him.

“Shush, dear. Also, straighten your posture.” Marrien snaps back. You reluctantly straighten out your back similarly to her. You wonder what the purpose of this is. First morning in the house and you are already naked, kneeling on the floor as Sam paces back and forth in front of you both. Worse still you are, even more obviously than before, aroused.

“It's alright darling. She's probably wondering what the purpose of all this is? This is her first day in the house, after all.” Sam gives you an understanding nod as he empathically retreads all of your concerns out loud. It is impressive how accurate he is. You look down and blush deeply. It still does not feel right to be referred to as 'she.'
“Well, I want my women to be in tip-top shape. If you want to stay here you'll need to spend the time you aren't training with the beastwoman, training with me.”

“What kind of training is this?” You ask.

“Good question! First, medicine, girls. Tongues out, heads back.” He orders. You see your mother obediently stick her tongue out and tilt her head back. You hesitate, but then slowly accept the order to do the same. You feel a fruity object land on your tongue.
“Swallow.” You pull it into your mouth and gulp it down.

“What is that?” You ask after struggling to get it down without water.

“It helps regulate your body for the training. The one you ate is made specifically for you.” He explains, looking to Marrien.
“Tits are looking lovely, by the way.”

“Thank you.” Marrien acknowledges brightly.

“You know what girls with nice tits get?” He chuckles. Your mother opens her mouth, practically bouncing.

“Something to wash that pill down!” She says excitedly.

“That's right. Girls with nice tits get something to wash it down.” Sam agrees, sharing in her excitement. You cringe, looking down at your flat chest almost as an unconscious gesture. When you look over again Sam is feeding his hardening dick between your mother's soft lips. You gulp and sit perfectly still. It is the first time you've seen it. It really is massive and the words of your mother ring in your mind. It is delicious, you think again, as a memory of the fact she presented. Though you haven't tasted it, yet to know for sure the desire you feel tells you it is true. Your body wants you to taste it and confirm.

Sam speaks to you casually as Marrien sucks him off loudly right next to you. “Right, right, the training.” He thinks.
“It's meant to... 'temper' your mind. I think it'll actually aid your hero training. Basically there's a few rules. In this house you only get off from me. No cumming. But!” He holds up a finger.
“This is important. You need to masturbate every hour you are here until you are close. Having the discipline to stop is part of the training. Got it?”

You gulp. “Yeah...”

“Gonna be difficult, right? Start now, by the way. While I explain.” He looks at you, waiting for you. You awkwardly start stroking off and feel yourself getting close rather quickly.
“There's a loophole.” This comes as you are close to completion already. Something about the air and your arousal.

“L-loophole?” You strain to hold while your mother slurps his heavy dick beside you.

“You can cum if you really need to, but you gotta reaffirm something important when you do. Either say you love me from the bottom of your heart or admit very passionately that you are a girl.” He smirks. Hearing that 'loophole' you take your hands off before it is too late and immediately feel yourself aching from desire. Your heart is beating quickly. You can not take it.

You look up at Sam and return your hand to your member and begin stroking quickly. He seem surprised and pleased by the development. As you reach the point of no return in terms of pleasure you blurt out.
“I love you Sam!” Your cock twitches and spurts. You pant and look down with faint shame at having given in already. Orgasming the moment you blurted that out is staying in your mind. The feeling of proclaiming your love mixes with the feeling of pure pleasure you felt. As you stare down you notice the first few spurts are white, then slowly it turns clear and begins to just seep out.
“Uh...”

“Oh, that was your last load.” Sam explained with a grin.
“It'll still come out, just clear like that. With less pressure. Also, it's a side effect of the medicine but you aren't gonna get hard anymore.”

You panic. “How am I gonna-”

“Relax, sweetie.” He looks to be thinking about how to show you. “Sorry... Hands are full right now. Lean back and spread your legs.” You reluctantly do as he asks, then flinch as he crudely presses his foot into your soft member. He begins rubbing his sole up and down over it, grinding. To your shock and shame it feels amazing, like every part of your member is sensitive without getting hard. You gasp and already feel yourself about to cum again

You blurt out while it happens.. “I-I love you Sam!”

“You sure are a promising talent!” Sam compliments, pulling his foot away so  you can watch your flaccid, sensitive member leak clear fluid onto the floor pathetically. While you are twitching and leaking you feel your balls tighten and pull up, the sack almost begins to disappear into your taint with how small and tight it becomes.

“W-what's happening....”

“It's the medicine, girl. Don't worry.” You nod reluctantly and bring your hand to your member. The  feeling is still as sensitive as before. Beside you Marrien starts gulping to signify that she is accepting Sam's hefty load into her stomach. She lets it pop out of her mouth, moaning gratefully.



Surprisingly, over the course of a few weeks your training with Kara is not affected. On the contrary, you begin to pick it up far quicker and more efficiently than before. The feeling of mana from nature and your ability to control and manipulate it all enter what Kara describes to be 'beyond prodigy' levels. It coincides with you taking that medicine. More than that, however. When you speak to Kara about it she tells you that it seems as if the changes the medicine is making seem to be collaborating and combining very well with the changes being made to your mana by her training. It is a good thing she confided that with you, as without it you would feel very little motivation to be training with her at all. It is time away from Sam.

You return to the house after one particular day and strip down, admiring your own body. Sensitiveness in the chest and hips had quickly given way over the weeks too full, heavy breasts and wide hips. You look almost exactly like your sister, just with a bit more fat in all the right places. Sam descends the stairs and you look up at him happily.
“Hey sweetie. It's time.”

You nod. “The ceremony?” You notice the lack of incense in the air. He had told you a few weeks in that he had been gently warping your mind with it, but it was too late to care, at that point. Your mother had apparently known all along. Well... A few days after it was too late for her, anyway.

“That's right.” You feel nervous. He takes your hand and walks you up the stairs. He gently lowers you onto your back on the bed. You spread your legs wide and wait. It is not the first time he's taken you, but you know that this time is important. As he slathers lubricant on his member he bends over you and kisses you passionately on the lips. You moan, distracted for long enough that he manages to push his cock into your rear without too much effort. Your flaccid, sensitive cock immediately twitches in orgasm and begins leaking as Sam starts fucking.
“You want this?” He asks you.
“This is the end of you, as we discussed.” You did discuss it, but it never felt real when you were talking about it. The thought was hot, but in practice you had no idea how it worked. So you have no issue nodding.
“Say it.”

“Yes.” You consent.
“O-oh!” You moan.
“I love you, I-”You stop and stare up curiously as his hand lowers to cover your eyes. You knew it was coming but you still weren't prepared for it. Your head begins to suddenly ache and feel as if it is about to burst. You cringe and groan.
“W-wait! No!” You clench your fists, gripping the bedspread. Tears fill your eyes and, though you were protesting so much just a second ago that desire passes. Everything you want, everything you are begins to slowly form a blank next to it, just waiting to be filled or wrapped around- Everything stops and you feel incredibly dizzy and out of it.

“Did not expect this...” Kara sighs. You open your eyes to see her standing over you. The house is burning with blue flame. There is blood splattered all up the wall. You do not feel like you care about your mother, or who's blood that is, or what is happening around you. She looks down on you with pity. “It's too late, I guess. Only path is forward.” She remarks, more or less to herself because it falls on deaf, indifferent ears with you. She places her own hand over your eyes.

When you open them again you are in a clearing in the middle of a wooded area far away. You look at Kara smile brightly. Everything you are, have been and will be. Everything you desire and want. It is all wrapped around her. Her own opinion fills you and her own goals feel as though they should be yours.
“We're going to Demonkine.” She says simply. Not asking, or requesting, or polling your opinion. You nod.
“Good.” She does not seem pleased.
“My assessment of humans has gone down... Hero for everyone?” She scoffs.
“Why?” you feel yourself agreeing very easily yet again. You have become hers, body and soul. You could not be happier.