Lex felt his body push the taller girl in his arms up against the wall. He held her by the waist and giddily probed at her mouth with his tongue. Her voice, which would never have considered accepting him as recently as ten minutes ago, reverberated with shaky groans of highly aroused delight. She melted in the cute boy's arms. The wall behind her held her body up so she had no issue letting her long, slender, wonderfully exposed legs go slack. Her eyes fluttered and fell half-lidded with pleasure as she used her tongue to invite and dance with and tease the wonderful cutie making out with her. Her own arms dangled limp at her sides because her brain felt too swamped with joy to command them. Kiri and Alisha eagerly watched their new baby boy kiss this employee in public, a horny blush decorating each of their faces despite having woken up that morning one as another's commited, monogamous, lesbian wives.

"He's so cuuuuute," moaned Alisha as if fawning over a kitten at a friend's home. "Look how well he gets along with herrrr!" She grinned wide, unaware her legs were visibly buckling with arousal. Her tongue flitted subconsciously in and out of her mouth to lick her lips.

"Of course they get alonnnng," Kiri moaned heavily. Her mouth hung shamelessly open and strands of saliva glimmered in the store's light. "He's too cute a boy, that lesbian never stood a chaaaance."

"Not a lesbian anymorrrre," whined Alisha, whose voice shifted more and more with sexual excitement the longer she spoke. Her eyes widened and wetly glittered as she realized what she'd just said. "Oh my god...he made her straight..."

"He diiid," moaned a delighted Kiri as her face steadily became an even darker red. "That's our baby boyyyyy...!" She gasped. Her hands began kneading at her own chest and she genuinely didn't know whether she'd chosen to do that or not. It didn't occur to her as a question worth asking. "He's so precioussss!"

"So precious-!" Gasped Alisha, groping herself as well.

At about that time, Lex broke from the kiss and smiled up at the employee. His soft blue eyes stared up into her harsher sharper ones. He gave her a moment to regain her breath and then he batted his eyelashes up at her as cutely as he could. She sighed dramatically and an explosion of adoring bliss rocked her face. The two shared intimate stares and soft smiles with each other.

"What are girls?" Asked Lex with a knowing grin, well aware of exactly her upcoming answer.

"Just breasts," the employee answered as programmed, "girls are nothing but breasts."

"That's right," Lex purred as the ring's energy slithered across the surface of the employee's soft, touchable skin. She shivered slightly and bit her lip. Nothing was touching her, but whatever the thing caressing her entire body was? She liked it a lot.

"Thank you sweetie," she purred back to him, "but isn't that kind of obvious? It's like asking...I don't know, what two plus two equals." She lifted her arms instinctively to hug him. Protect him. Cherish him.

LOVE him.

She embraced Lex sweetly and gave him a nice little kiss on the forehead. The ring's magic burrowed beneath her flesh, infecting her down to the bone with a succeptability to Lex's charms. She had no idea what was suddenly nibbling at her every inch of succulent youthful skin, but she quite liked when it fed on her.

"And the store hired you," said Lex with a devilish smile. The employee nodded along, vaguely aware he said something sexist but too in love to really care.

"Yes, dear. I got hired here," she murmered, almost whispered, to him like a parent tucking in a son or daughter. She gave him another tender little kiss on the head.

"Mmmhm," lex pressed, literally pressing against her body as he did. "Clearly they wanted breasts. They hired a pair of breasts."

"They hired...! Breassssts!" Whimpered the employee. The incredible truth of the matter struck her like a sack of bricks. Why else would the company hire her than for her breasts? She was literally just a pair of breasts! Clearly that's what got her the job. She didn't have any especially useful skills- having them would make her something other than a pair of breasts, and she WASN'T anything but a pair of breasts. "They hired breasts!" She repeated, overjoyed at the chance to finally be valued for the right reasons. Her excitement brightened her face like a gently descending curtain of sunshine.

"They diiid," growled Lex, humping the girl in his arms. "Do you know what pairs of boobs like you do for work?"

"I doooon't," admitted the silly pair of breasts in Lex's embrace. "What do we dooo?"

"Mmmm," moaned Lex. He bit his lip and twirled his hips as he pondered what to make his newest prey do. Then a wonderful, terrible, absolutely stunning idea sauntered into his head. He had no choice but to blurt out, "you keep customers loyal with your mouth and chest?"

"Keep...customers loyal?" The pair of boobs asked. Confusion painted her pretty face. "How do I do that...?"

"You offer your mouth and tits to every teen you meet in the store," giggled Lex. "Nobody too young. But every time you see a teenager in here, seduce them. Beckon, touch, stroke, purr- entice them with your body until you can offer to let them make out with you or suck on your tits. Teens LOVE makeouts and tittysucking, and they'll keep coming back~"

"Teens...looove..." whimpered the employee again. Dark whispers of foul thoughts snaked out from rotting recesses of her mind. They tried to tell her to doubt Lex, to hate what he said. They tempted her to find her new purpose at work immoral or perverse...but something caught each of those untrustworthy whisps of dark, smokey thoughts. One at a time it pulled them from her brain like a bird using a stick to catch bugs inside a tree. She quivered with happiness each time she felt her mind become cleansed of one of those vile impulses. She could physically feel them being extracted from the wretched crevices where they hid, and it felt like the relief of having scabs or dead skin peeled from her body. "I need to...put my boobies...in teenagers' mouuuuuths..." she moaned as her support of her beautiful new calling overtook her.

More of more of the dirty parasitic thoughts trying to dissuade her got delicately pulled out of her mind. She grinned wider and wider, proud of the good even a modest pair of breasts like her could do. She saw herself in her mind's eye, doing what she knew she needed to do: flirting with teens. She imagined herself bending over to tease high school boys with her breasts, batting her eyelashes and giggling at young pairs of breasts in college, and of course, sumptuously whispering in boys' and girls' ears alike that she'd like it if they followed her into the storage room and suckled on her tits for as long as they liked. The sudden understanding of her place at the grocery store filled her with warmth and belonging she didn't know she'd needed.

"That's a good ex-lesbian," Lex said with an encouraging smile. "Cute boys and teen girls. They need maternal, sexy love from beautiful strangers. It's like, step two in mazlowe's hierarchy I think~"

"Teens need sexy maternal lovvve," the employee sang as whatever benevolent force cleaning up her mind slid the last treacherous thought free from its hidey hole. She felt nothing but pride and delight in her job and wished nothing so hard as she wished to please the company by pleasing cute teens. None of the traitorous thoughts in her head remained to put a damper on her commitment with silly things like "feminism" or "an aversion to age gaps." She could freely be the authentic, teenager-nurturing pair of breasts that she knew she and all other women truly were deep down inside. "Have to provide...have to nurture. I HAVE to."

"That's right sweetie," Lex said. "You have noooo choice. Not that you'd disobey, would you?"

"Neverrrr, never ever ever," giggled the pair of breasts that leaned limp against the wall while he humped it. She squeezed Lex tighter. She didn't try to put his face in her tits, but only because she felt too weak and limp and lazy. All she could really do was lean back, smile, and let the happy boy dryhump her limp beautiful body. Nothing else really mattered to her, though.

"Fuuuuck," hissed Lex as she had a small orgasm and disengaged, stumbling back. The pair of tits fell straight down. Kiri and Alisha sprinted to their master's side and tenderly caught him in a soft motherly embrace, pawing all over him to make sure he wasn't hurt. He didn't hear the thud of the employee gently hitting the ground over his new momslaves' worried questions.

"Are you okay sweet pea?"

"Can you stand?"

"Do you want new underwear?"

"You can change into my panties, sweetie, I don't mind at all, would you like to?"

"Do you need water?"

"How about aftercare?"

Lex, panting, just smiled nice and wide and let his gentle blue eyes devoure the sight of his new favorite milfs. He panted lightly for a moment but quickly recovered.

"You didn't hit your head did you tits?" He asked the employee, suddenly feeling bad he hadn't yet.

"I'm mmkaaay," the pair of breasts whined in a dizzy sort of way. "M'name's...Sandy..."

"Good girl," Lex sighed. He experimentally recalled the ring's influence from Sandy. "But you should really give the customers a more friendly name to call you by. How about Snugglytits?"

"Oh that sounds wonderful," sighed the content pair of breasts currently lying on the floor in a melted heap. "I...yeah. They can...call me Snugglytits. More...friendly that way." Both of Lex's momslaves giggled, softly petting his soft fluffy hair as they marveled at their son's handiwork.

"I'm so proud of you honey," purred Kiri. "You did such a good job fucking her silly little mind. Good boy."

"Ohhhh gggdddd," moaned Lex, who now blushed himself. He tried to wriggle his arms free to cover his face but the two beautiful women embracing him refused to let that happen. With how tired he felt, his struggles quickly proved futile. They just continued holding him, rubbing their boobs on him, and fawning over him.

"Good boyyyy! And such a cute response," Alisha remarked. She pressed her enormous milkers up against her son's face, rubbing them on him very gently. Her "wife" shifted position to get behind him, her breasts enveloping his head from behind like pillows. "Such a good boyyy. So cuuuute," Alisha cooed.

"So cute, so good," reiterated Kiri. She held him around the waist, adoring his slender figure.

"Take me...home, moms..."

"Of course, darling. Which of your slaves should drive?" Asked Alisha. "I want to be your pillow and I assume my so-called 'wife' there wants the same."

"I doooo," sighed a Kiri who could not possibly sound more like a lovesick little girl if she tried.

"Your say is final, of course," said Alisha. "As always."

"You seem less likely to get distracted and crash," joked Lex.

"I was afraid of that," sighed Alisha with a look of defeat on her face.

"Our house is-"

"MY house," Lex interjected. His slave paused and looked at him with concern.

"Sweetie, I know we're your...slaves but-"

"Kiri wouldn't object to this," teased Lex. "Right slave?"

"Riiiight," fawned Kiri. "We're his property sweetie, our house isn't where he lives, WE have to move in with HIM~"

"I-" stammered Alisha. "But I...worked so hard...we rennovated it from scratch...it has so many precious memories and belongings...I. Please, sweetie, let your mothers take you in, we'll be worth it-"

"No," said Lex. His ring glowed. "Let go. Your belongings and memories aren't a big deal. Just let go."

"I-" said Alisha as the ring barged through the wide open front door to her mind. Gears clicked and turned behind her eyes and she felt the value that her home held to her rapidly deflate. Suddenly the worried expression she wore and the tears in her eyes felt like such...overreactions. Why would she shed tears over things so meaningless? "I'm...terribly sorry, little one. I have no idea what came over me. I'll take you home, of course. Don't worry about my house, that was silly of me." She gave him a warm, soothing smile in hopes of being forgiven. "You have memories too, I'm sure. Your mothers shouldn't be so selfish as to let theirs get in the way."

"Much better," said Lex with a grin. "Wait, actually- will you two buy me groceries first?"

"Of course, baby," purred Alisha, eager to pay him back and make up for her outburst. "Anything you want, sweet pea. We'll buy it for you."

"Alisha's got money!" giggled Kiri. "I mean I do too, a bit, but she has like a cushy job and stuff. We've got you covered honeybun, noooo worries~"

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Lex turned the key and let himself into his house. His new momslaves politely followed him inside and took off their shoes. They quickly went out into the kitchen and started putting groceries away without hesitation. Boxes of cookies, sugary cerals, waffle and cake and brownie mix, assorted snack cakes. Lex helped himself to an apple out of the fridge and watched his girls attend to their work. Neither one seemed the least bit bothered he had no plans to help. In fact, whenever one happened to look his way they made sure to smile extra hard for him. He sat and ate the apple as they quickly finished up.

"Any tasks you'd like us to start on now?" Asked Alisha. "Laundry, cleaning, feeding any animals?"

"HOA doesn't allow pets," the boy grumbled. He seemed mostly angry but also, at least a /little\ bit, genuinely distraught. "I love dogs though. Wish I could have one."

"Well then you'll just have to have a word with them sometime, hehe~" Kiri giggled as she rested her boobs on top of Lex's head and started to massage his shoulders. "I'm sure you could persuade them to look the other way~ a boy like you deserves whatever pets he wants."

"Even human women?" Lex teased as he relaxed and melted into his chair.

"ESPECIALLY human women," Alisha chimed in as she stashed away the grocery bags. "You're a cute boy. It is your right to own as many lesbians as your adorable little smile can win over."

"And ex-lesbians!" Kiri proudly piped up. "You can't forget about ex-lesbians!"

"Of course not," Alisha giggled. "A boy as sweet as Lex deserves plenty of former lesbians as pets, too. As many as he desires."

"Wh-" a female voice caught the attention of Lex's moms. His older sister, an twenty year old sophomore in university, stood between the base of the stairs and the front door. She faced directly down the hallway into the kitchen. "Lex, who the fuck is that!?"

"I'm his MOTHER and his SLAVE," proclaimed Kiri as she stood up and rested a hand on her sternum with its fingers fully outstretched. Her back straightened into a haughty posture. "You may call me Kiri. W-wait, um, is that your sister?"

"Yes! I am!" Yelled his sister as she stomped down the hallway towards him with her hands balled into fists. "I'm his sister! Now get the hell out! I don't know how much he payed you two for this sick fantasy but leave USSSS," she said with a rolling gesture of her hands none of the others fully understood, "normal people out of it!"

"What fantasy?" Asked Alisha, her voice taking a sort of diplomatic tone. She walked sexily over to Lex, putting herself between her baby boy and the bodaciously bodied buxom beauty bullying him. "We're his mothers and his slaves. That's that."

"What," jabbed Kiri, "would you call adoption a 'sick fantasy' too? Fuckin prude."

"Okay well yes, adoption as it currently exists in America is a racist bastard child born from like nine different systemic evils but- ALSO THAT'S NOT THE SAME WHAT THE FUCK. LEX, TELL THEM TO LEAVE."

Lex visibly flinched when she raised her voice, but an astute observer would notice he seemed more started than actually afraid. Still, both his slaves moved into action immediately. Kiri held him close and wrapped his body in her criss-crossed arms as if to physically wall him out from danger and Alisha moved to more upfrontly bodyblock her.

"That's no way to speak to your brother," Kiri growled. "How dare you. Apologize right now!"

"Apolo- what the fuuuck are you two doing!?" His sister spat. "You're the ones getting all handsy-"

"Sasha." Lex said abruptly. The ring's power exploded into a flurry of tendrils that lashed out at his sister and whipped her mind until her conviction and bravery shattered like glass. Her face slacked, and slowly shifted from flabbergasted rage to an odd emotion resembling despair. "They are my momslaves. I'm a cute, feminine teenage boy. Of course I'm going to attract a milf or two." Her mind tried to resist his words but the appendages of magical influence sliced an opening into her thoughts which the words then penetrated effortlessly. Her mouth fell open with shock the moment they plunged into her mind.

"I...you...you..." Sasha mumbled as she struggled to resist having her emotions scrambled. The words inside of her brain rolled about ensnaring and stealing all of her objections like glue. Those thoughts dissolved. All that remained was...

"No..."

"Yes," Lex repeated, softer this time. "Your cute little brother likes to enslave women to be his moms. This is natural. There's nothing wrong with it." The tendrils slapped her brain around a bit, making sure to break any defenses they could find. His words made their way inside her.

"You like to...enslave women. Make them your...moms..." she whispered with no emotion at all. Her empty eyes stared through Lex as though even the wall behind him were not there blocking her view of the horizon miles away. "And that's...completely natural. There's...there's..." she quivered. Even in her weakened state, she seemed not to like the idea he could enslave women to dote on him as his mothers. Obviously that had to change asap.

"Sasha. You love your brother." The ring didn't seem to do anything. Had he screwed up somehow...?

"Of course I do," she said in a less robotic hush than she'd been using.

"Awww, that's nice," said Alisha. "What a good girl. May I pet her?"

"Of course," answered Lex. "As long as you reassure me that you like petting me better."

"Of course I do, don't be silly~" reassured Alisha as she extended her arm and gently petted the top of Sasha's head. "Your hair does this cute sorta semi-curl thing at the tips I really like. Gives it a nice fluffy texture."

"Oh," mewed Lex. "Thank you." He turned his attention back to his sister. The ring reached out to comfortingly entwine fingers with her. "Lex should be happy. Slaves make him happy."

"Lex should b, happy..." sighed a smiling Sasha. She relaxed and happily grasped at nothing, twirling her fingers with it. "Slaves make him happy..."

"Good girl," Lex said by reflex. "Boys need mothers. Slaves make good mothers."

"Boys need mothers..." Sasha whispered helplessly. She smiled wider, his face taking on a blissfully dazed look that contrasted her wide unthinking and unfeeling pupils. "Slaves make good mothers."

"Cute teen boys enslave milfs. It's normal and good for them."

"Cute teen boys enslave milfs..." sighed Sasha as almost all of her bad feelings about the situation inverted into pleasantly sunny ones. "It's normal. It's good." The ring gently, delicately helped her let go of all the toxic ideas that had stressed her out so badly. When it pulled away and she regained consciousness, it was a look of gentle appreciation that she had on her face from looking at him. She blinked. "Oh! You're just his new slaves!

"I'm glad you understand," Alisha said and nodded her head seriously. "Cute boys like him deserve moms. Lots of them. Preferably cute and enslaved."

"I don't know about enslaved being *preferable*," Sasha giggled with a friendly smile, "but I'll chalk that up to a difference of opinion. I hope he had you buy sleeping bags?" She added, with an accusational glance at her brother for emphasis. "No way his bed can fit all three of you." The ring began to glow and Lex beckoned for her. The intelligent, sharp gleam left her eyes and she slowly trudged to her brother slack-jawed, like a zombie. He giggled and whispered something into her ear. She nodded. Another whisper. She nodded again. The glowsubsided.

"Sorry, I zoned out, repeat that?" Requested a very smug Lex.

"I said, uh...right," Sasha said while her pulled itself out of a nice comfy swamp of fuzz and then had to take a moment to catch back up. "I said I can sleep on the couch and one of them can take my bed. Of course." She nodded along, confused why she was making this offer but absolutely certain it was the right thing to do. "It's the least I can do to celebrate my little brother's first time enslaving a woman." She leaned over and gave him a chaste, platonic cheek kiss. "I'm so proud of you, Lex. They're hot, too~"

"And lesbians," Lex bragged. His sister blew up her cheeks.

"What the fuck, bro!? Not cool!"

"Jealous my girls are hotter than yours~?" Lex teased.

"Fuck you," she jabbed back. "Maybe they should share your bed and you should sleep on the couch."

"Too small," said Lex, as though he'd done the math in his head already. She looked the two women over.

"Oh yeah," she said deep in thought. "With THAT cleavage? Probably too small. Good catch bro."

"Anyway," said Lex. "The two of them are going give me titjobs in my room now. Winner gets to cuddle me and loser has to make me chicken."

Both of Lex's slaves jolted to attention.