Your House

[GLKnight]

As much as what's happened so far, I've only shown a fraction of where it's leading to. The NAE have been around for over half a decade...

CENTURY! OVER HALF A CENTURY! GOD DAMN SLEEPINESS!!!

[GLKnight]

For the next few days, I was put through a very brutal boot camp of exercises I needed to do on a daily basis. This included very bizarre stretches that seemed practically impossible for a normal person to do, endurance training involving handstands, yoga-like positioning and more, and the typical calisthenics and basic weight training. And that's what I found most bizarre of all. Because despite my new size, I had somehow kept the same level of strength I had before all of this. The sheer amount of mass I had loss had not impacted it whatsoever. Meaning I was lifting just as much as I had when I wasn't trapped in the body of a frail looking teenager.

I still can't get over how I look. Every time I look in the mirror, I don't see myself. This body, looking like some perverted take on what an overly hung twink caught up in some sort of porn parody where the whole point is for them to be dominated by everyone around them. It didn't feel right, at all. If I was gay, I fear for what would happen to me in a similar scenario. Hell, I'm scared NOW. That's what it's been like the past few days. Whenever I'd see mom strolling through the house, clad in skimpy clothes designed to show off every inch of sinewy perfection and curvy entrancement, I could feel my heart beating just a bit faster. Could feel my skin tingling as if I was a mouse or bird that was allowed to exist for a giant cat's amusement. The way her black and red eyes always seemed to flit in my direction no matter what I did, the smile on her face. There was a... I don't know, maybe a sense of hunger behind it? On the cusp between cruelty and satisfaction. The way she would twitch and flex her body whenever she talked at me, told me what to do. Constantly showing off the difference in our builds and positions in the household.

And that scent, the mix of amber and vanilla that seemed to permeate the air. I couldn't get away from it. I wasn't allowed outside, so it cloyed at my senses day and night. It permeated my dreams. It was like she was always there, intervening and controlling whatever I was thinking or seeing in my head. Especially my fantasies. Now, my mind can't think of anything but muscular women. My mind doesn't WANT anyone else. Their bulky forms holding me down. Their powerful builds writhing around me, on me. The way their eyes seemed to glow in the dim light as they swarmed around me, telling me of what they were going to do to me. Going to do with me. The whispers of how I would help create a better world, a new world, a Neo world. Of how I would give them the progeny to build a new empire. Of the glory of an oncoming goddess and how I would be given unto her, the finest of breeding stock as I felt their hands caressing and ensorcelling my flesh. The feeling of their humid orifices as I ran my hands over every stone-like ridge and defined inch of their bodies. The mounting pleasure that filled me as she, my mother-goddess looked down on me with a bemused smile of approval as I submitted myself to the tide of red and blue and green and orange. A striated sea of flesh and undeniable power that washed over me, overwhelmed me.

And when I woke up, every single morning, I'd expect to find I came in my sleep to find myself laying in clean sheets. My body refusing to give up what it held within like a normal person's body would do. Mom's command ringing in my head every time I inspected my bed.

"Be a Good Boy and save all your semen for your duties."

My duties. I almost forgot about that. Starting next week, I would be put into service for the greater good of the Neo Alsarnian Empire. I was to be used as a prime bull, my body milked of seed for in vitro fertilization for when I wasn't used to press flesh and mate the traditional way. That was their words, by the way. "For the purpose of traditional mating", like it was some form of Animal Husbandry. Maisie made sure to stop by and inform mom about all of my details like my overall volume, quality and most embarrassing of all, the sheer metric density of my fertility. When she was describing just how well my body took to the treatments, Doctor Lawler was like a live wire. Jumping and moving around like she couldn't help herself. By her calculations, I was a medical miracle, falling into that 01% of 01% they were looking for: a subject with complete cellular responsivity, whatever that was. I tried to press, but I kept getting brushed off from the sheer academic euphoria our doctor dove headfirst into.

It was apparently "such a fluke" that they had "no clue how to even find someone like me again". A one in several billion chance. Something that, as it was explained to us, guaranteed to prove the sustainability of not just Humanity if it could be replicated, but also that of the NAE. It was more than a golden goose egg, in her opinion. This was like the Fountain Of Youth, something only dreamed of that they would have been foolish to seek out in the first place. As Maisie went on and on, mom just turned to me and narrowed her eyes with a smirk. The look on her face telling me all of the ideas and plans that instantly appeared in her head as the explanation continued. And after Doctor Lawler left, her smirk grew into a selfish smile as she glared down at me by the front door.

"You keep making things better and better, Desmond. Mommy's gonna make sure you never leave the safety of her arms ever again."

And that's why, ten days after leaving the facility and five days after she left to God knows where, I was residing in a home that used to be mine, surrounded by enough guards to make this house feel like a prison, unable to get myself off to relieve the ache in my body. Frightened for my life to not take even one misstep or outburst or else my bones will catch on fire. A living trophy more than a human being. All my time spent indoors, constantly being monitored by devices in the house, Neos coming through my door at regulated hours. With orders to not touch myself or even have emissions at night despite the intensity of my dreams, as well as to do these insane stretches that I'm physically incapable of performing properly. I was completely locked out of any sort of device except for the refrigerator due to it all being voice locked, and even then I was still being restricted on what I could and could not have. And in the midst of it all, I hadn't received one update about Desi. Ten days since mom beat her down viciously. Ten days since I had last seen her. Ten days since she was dragged away. The loneliness and isolation was sinking in fiercely as I was missing my sister with every part of my being, unable to know if she was alright. Stewing in the fact that despite being her older brother, I couldn't do anything to protect her.

Ten days in, and I wanted to scratch at the walls for someone, ANYONE to help me break out of this Hell I found myself in. I felt like I was losing my damn mind no matter how much I tried to give in. And that fucking buzzing in my ears wouldn't GO! THE FUCK! AWAY!

On the eleventh day, I had woken up early. I was expected to maintain the house, doing menial chores like cleaning, laundry and whatnot. Due to my new height of 5'3, it was difficult. I had to lug around a step-ladder in order to reach certain spots, and still had to get on my tiptoes to reach certain ones. Everything in this house was designed for someone who wasn't me, and it showed. But the paranoia of the machines going off on me kept me going. I couldn't falter for even one moment. There was too much risk of my perceived laziness being reported. I spent hours scrubbing everything down, vacuuming, cleaning the inside of the completely locked windows, carrying buckets, mopping, you name it. The whole house was basically hermetically sealed, but this busy work was probably chosen to make me waste my time until I was put into service. Wearing my will down so I wouldn't fight back or gladly jump at the chance for interaction with other souls. I was biding my time, after all. Something good had to come.

It had to be around afternoon when I heard someone at the front door. Everyone knew about the orders for me to be completely exposed from the waist down, so I fully expected some soldiers to react as expected. Quickly dumping the dirty mop water into the kitchen sink, I placed it down and strode into the living room for my usual inspection. But when I watched Captain Chaimongkhon... Amelia walking through the door and give me a quick look up and down with a frown, I knew something was up.

"Amelia? Why are you-"

Then she moved aside, causing me to gasp.

"Desmond?"

I felt the tears rolling down my cheeks almost immediately.

"Desi?!"

As I took in the sight of her, I couldn't believe it. My sister had come home! But... she wasn't the same. It seems Doctor Bernard followed through on her idea, for Desi was once again older than I had seen her last. Her face was narrower, stronger looking. Her blonde hair now cut in a bob that came down to just below her chin. Her thicker neck leading to a broad and  solid looking torso that was a balanced mix of powerlifter and bodybuilder, an athletic build that truly looked almost superheroic. Her clothes practically painted on her, her white t-shirt tight on her powerful arms and chest yet hanging looser around her tapered waist while her legs were clad in a pair of white camo pants that struggled somewhat to contain her thighs and calves that I could tell were heavily defined beneath the fabric.

She rushed forward, sweeping me into her arms and lifting me off of my feet in a hug. I couldn't tell who's tears was whose from us both crying. But I didn't really care right now. Despite being unable to wrap my arms around her, I knew it was Desi. I could feel it in the way she hugged me.

"I'm so sorry," she croaked. "I couldn't stop her. And now, you're-"

"Don't!" I choked out. "Don't blame yourself! We'll find a way out of this! I know it!"

Gently putting me back on my feet, I noticed for the first time that our positions had finally completely flipped. For as she put her large hands on me, running her six-fingered hands through my hair and caressing my face, I couldn't help but look up at her black and white eyes as she looked down on me. She was as tall as I used to be. Taking hold of one of her hands, I gave her a tired smile as I looked at it. The way her fingernails had turned black. The new finger that had grown on it. The way the muscles in her hands seemed to flex and move in strange, controlled motions. I had grown used to things like that. But unlike every other Neo in the program, Desi's hands had not changed color beyond the blue leathery underside. Despite the anomalies, her hands still had a shade that looked somewhat human.

"Your hands," I asked. "I thought every Neo's skin changes to a similar shade as their eyes? Why haven't they turned like a ghostly white or something?"

"It's... complicated," Amelia said as she closed the front door. "Not every Neo responds the same way to treatments."

"It's going to take more than the usual number to affect me," Desi added, looking as if she was trying to find the right words. "It's part of the downside of being a White."

As I wiped my tears, I gave them both a confused look.

"Downside to being a White? You make it sound like you're special needs or something."

As the two shot each other a look, the green eyed soldier motioned towards the couch.

"It seems no one told you about how things are truly set up. We need to discuss things while I have time."

[Sounder9-]

Great to see this story back!

So in a way Desmond has become the pillar (no pun intended) of hope for the NAE. It also looks like new instructions are being pumped to his mind as well to essentially become more acclimated with the whole process of becoming a "prime bull" (and for Laura to use that as leverage in her schemes).

In a way while looking stern and commanding, at the same time it sounds like Laura is developing a deepening hunger/lust for Desmond, something that the NEOs seem to be having with every treatment that amps up their "needs" which means it's only a matter of time before someone says Desmond's code word and has their way with him (regardless of the punishment). 

With Desi's return it looks like Maisie's estimations were off in regards to becoming the goddess that the hope for. Hopefully the talk can shed some light on the situation and also why Desi is back home.

[GLKnight]

I wasn't exactly sure what they meant, but by the looks on both of their faces, I knew they were serious. Between the fight with mom and Desi, the secrecy about the experiment, the declaration of war by Doctor Bernard and all the weird things that have been happening, this was a serious change of pace for me. I took a quick glance around the room, pausing at each orange dot I saw in the various corners of the expansive hall that replaced my living room. I didn't know if this was being allowed by the NAE or what. Given the lengths they were going to keep an eye on me, I'm almost positive they were about to do something they really shouldn't.

"I don't... I don't know," I said, my voice noticeably shaking as I could practically hear the ringing in the back of my head getting louder and sharper. "I- I think I'm not s-supposed to know."

Rolling her eyes, Amelia quickly moved her hand into her pocket.

"I forgot about the sensors," she said. "Let me handle those."

As she sat down, I saw her pulling out this little spider-cube thing and putting it down on the table by the couches and cushions. It had this little dot in the center of it, a whitish-blue that stuck out of it slightly. As she pressed the dot and moved her hand away, I had all of a scant moment to wonder what it was for when I watched it spring open like a flower. Four pointy sections unlatching from the top of the thing as the legs beneath it lifted it slightly higher. The central lit button extending into the interior as this utterly alien design of crystalline-like electronic wiring seemed to worm its way through the heart of the device. I could hear this whirring whine as the innards seemed to glow faintly brighter before a quick flash and the whine beginning to recede. And beneath it all, I heard... nothing. No ringing in my ears, no background hum. Just the ordinary sounds of a room with three people in it. And the sudden sensation of my body suddenly relaxing, like a tightly wound coil being allowed to go slightly slack. I practically wobbled into Desi's arms as she guided me towards the couch, falling heavily into my seat as a sudden headache made itself known.

"What... What was...?"

"Relay neutralizer," Captain Chaimongkhon said with a smile. "It's meant to disable communications, but not destroy them."

"Why would you need those?" I asked, rubbing my head. Desi's moved her hands to my shoulders, giving them a rub, as well.

"They're... for the war," my sister said, morosely. "The Blues have been perfecting them for over a decade, now. When they're on, they create a quick 5D capture that neutralizes any and all three dimensional activity. No audio, no visual. Just a pre-programmed batch of corresponding data that allows stealth operations."

"This is... so weird. It got rid of that humming that's been driving me crazy."

Amelia shifted in her seat next to me, looking at me directly with those vibrant green eyes. Serious as she ever was as she checked on my eyes.

"That was a compulsion frequency. Haven't you noticed that tone before?"

"Y-Yeah," I said, nodding my head. "But I thought it was, like, stress or something?"

Slowly turning me towards her, Desi stroked my hair with a sad smile.

"It's an attuned frequency. It's specifically calibrated to affect your mind alone, Desmond. It's how they... programmed your responses."

"Programmed my... What?"

Panic was welling up inside of me. Mom's blowup with Desi when she was still young and normal looking? The sounds in my ears before blacking out? The Equivalence Estates, here at ho- Well, HERE? It wasn't just code words? They were ACTIVELY manipulating me, somehow able to influence whatever I did with some... SOUNDS?!

"Breathe," Amelia said, putting her hand on my chest. "Just breathe, Desmond. In through your nose-"

As I felt her six fingers lightly press into me, I realized I had no clue that I was visibly starting to freak out. When both of the Neos in the living room took a deep breath in, I followed suit. Slowly breathing in through my nose like them.

"...And out through your mouth."

I slowly breathed out with them. The amount of air within me nowhere near what Amelia and Desi were capable of, seemingly taking a couple minutes longer before they finished.

"That's it," Desi said, gently rubbing my back. "Steady breathing."

It took a little bit, but my heart steadied out as I kept taking deep breaths. As my mind slowed, giving me a chance to properly think, a thought stuck out. Like a bruise you know has been there for a while, but you have no idea what caused it. Just a subtle ache that becomes apparent the moment you let yourself relax and feel it.

"There's something I don't get," I said, looking at both ladies on the couch. "I was being... programmed? By the sensors, right?"

"That's correct." The Asian soldier said, affirming my question with a nod.

"Then why weren't the Neos I have been around able to hear it?"

"That's the thing," Desiree said, suddenly looking sheepish. "We... We've always been able to hear it."

I pushed off the couch, my feet still a little unsteady as my head throbbed.

"What do you mean ALWAYS? Why didn't you tell me?"

Captain Chaimongkhon just stood and put her hand on my shoulder, clearly trying to make sure I remained calm.

"Because we understand the frequency. We knew who it was meant for. We just were not allowed to say anything due to protocol."

"Protocol," I scoffed. "You couldn't tell me because of what, this whole program involving other dimensions, human experimentation and God knows what else? It's like you're acting like you're not even human or something!"

"That's because we're NOT."

I froze in place, caught off guard by Desi raising her voice. I was honestly completely confused by what she was telling me. Her black and white eyes drilling a hole in the back of my head. The seriousness of her stance as she stood next to me.

I knew, at that very moment, she was being completely honest with me.

My heart sank as I realized that the people I had known, the people I had come to know. Doctor Lawler. Emma. Amelia. Mrs. Tallarico. My mother. Desi. I had been right when I was in the facility the first time. Everyone in the Neo program was not what I knew them to be.

Not anymore.

And I collapsed under the weight of my mind being unable to handle that truth.

[Sounder9-]

An outstanding update!

Damn when you said their tech would be mind blowing you weren't kidding! The relay neutralizer and the compulsion frequency would be game changers in anyone's hands. Just think with just those two tech items how the NAE has shaped history, good and bad (and I'd imagine there more).

The bigger question is what has made this talk possible. I'd imagine there must be a reason to do this level of disabling all surveillance equipment and not just to talk. Ignorance is bliss, so to break this illusion something big must be coming toward Desmond.

[Muscles Douceur]

Very good plot very well written (although in the first chapters, I found the main character let himself be too much to be really believable)

I already imagine a little how this story will end (be careful because if my theory is correct, it could well spoil the story).

The neos will dominate the world and establish a global empire, Laura will find a way to take the head of NAE in place of Doctor Cecilia Bernard and will have the world at her heels. Désirée is the chosen one who will save the world, the only white one (white being the color of purity while red is rather associated with evil, I suppose that women who turn red during their metamorphosis into neo are those who have ambitions malevolent and thirsty for domination, which corresponds entirely to Laura and which also seems to be the case with Cecilia, unlike Désirée who thinks only of the good of her brother and seems to have a pure heart), she will form a group of rebellious with her brother, Amelia and maybe Lawler and the nurse whose name I forget (she seems nice and considerate to me in front of Desmond, the can we see her) and I would also see Mrs. Tallarico join this group of rebels, she seems like a good lady who appreciates Desmond very much and I can't imagine her accepting such an empire. Then they will certainly recruit other neos and humans, just to form a rebel alliance against the NAE empire.

In terms of colors I imagine as follows:
Red: the dominant ones, they are the most violent and the strongest, and they crave power.
Orange: they are the most ordinary, neither good nor bad, they correspond to the standard population, they follow the influence of the movement, they are good citizens and good soldiers who do what they are asked to do.
Green: A little less numerous than the oranges, they are quite standard too but with a slightly more good heart, they do not hesitate to side with what seems right to them, they follow more what their heart tells them and take more decisions. Their decision-making ability puts them a bit higher than the oranges in the current NAE hierarchy but they could be a bit more rebellious than the oranges and I could see them siding with the rebels when the NAE global empire will take shape.
Blue: They are the scientists, they are the smartest and the most cultured, their intelligence places them just below the reds in the hierarchy but the color blue could indicate that they also have a good heart (like what seems to be the Doctor Lawler's case), they could also side with rebels. I guess Doctor Bernard also has a intelligence similar to blues, however his lust for dominance causes him to turn red.
White: Purity, the chosen one, the supreme being. There is no hierarchical place of this color, because Désirée is the first and only representative, that's why this color is not represented on the flag (the white of the flag not being a color corresponding to a neo rank). Her neo name “Destiny” was not given to her by chance, she seems to have a great destiny. I think Cecilia wants to be able to control her because she knows she has an important destiny as the saint of Neo but it may not be what she hopes.

[Muscles Douceur]

The neos will dominate the world and establish a global empire, Laura will find a way to take the head of NAE in place of Doctor Cecilia Bernard and will have the world at her heels.

Laura will find a way to take the head of NAE in place of Doctor Cecilia Bernard and will have the world at her feet.
(Translation problem with google ^^)

[GLKnight]

"Get him on the couch!"

As soon as the words left Amelia's mouth, they quickly dove to pick me up while I slumped to the ground. In their hands, I felt like a feather on the breeze as they slipped their hands underneath me and softly placed me where I had originally been sitting. I had never fainted before, so the situation was incredibly surreal. It was like my body just shunted my mind for a split second, causing everything to dim as I went limp. And this weird tingling where I felt them lifting me off the ground, a static sensation on my legs and underneath my shirt.

"Desmond," Desiree called out as she gently tapped my face. "Wake up! Desmond!"

Like a light switch being flipped, I came to life as I felt this really powerful zap across my cheek. Jolting up from where I lay with a start, gasping with a grunt.

"What was that?" the green eyed Neo demanded, staring at my sister as my mind finally caught up to my senses.

"I don't know," Desi told her, looking at her own hands like they were something else entirely. "But that doesn't matter right now!"

As soon as she put her hand on my shoulder, a pitying look in her glowing white eyes, I immediately jumped from my seat and launched myself over the couch.

"Stay away!"

Moving to either side of the couch, Desi and Amelia tried to box me in but failing as I leapt back over the couch and towards the other side of the room.

"Desmond," Amelia shouted, holding her green hands out and trying to pacify me like I was an animal or something. "Please! Calm down! We want to explain things to you!"

"Just trust us!" Desi shouted, slowly moving toward me as she lowered her hands.

"How can I?" I screamed, catching the attention of the guards outside. Their orange eyes glowing brightly as they burst through the door.

"What's going on here?" One of them shouted, putting her hand on the club on her hip. "And why was the compulsion frequency turned off?"

"It's okay!" Amelia shouted back. "Desmond is just having a small mental breakdown! You know this is a common occurrence for Men under the frequency, thus why I followed protocol and turned it off! And I will NOT abide aggressive measures! So stand down!"

As Amelia dealt with the soldiers, I noticed that she had moved herself in front of the table. Placing her mass in the way of the thing she had brought into the house in a bid to hide her true motives. And then came Desi, rushing in to take me in a tight hug and turning me away.

"Don't say a word," she whispered, her voice clearly concerned while trying to protect me. "We can't let them figure out what's going on, or else they'll tell mom."

The mere mention of mom made me seize up. I knew she was telling the truth, which was a frightening prospect in and of itself. So, as my sister held me in her brawny arms, her surprisingly yielding pecs in my face, I nodded my head. Slowly rubbing my face along the crook of her powerful cleavage as I heard her seemingly purr, a slight rumbling deep in her chest. Being in her arms, the sound of her breathing was like the crashing of waves, in some way. The rolling roar filled my ears as I peaked past the peaked curve of Desi's bicep and over to Captain Chaimongkon, her voice somewhat muffled as she commanded the soldiers to leave the house. As the door closed, I saw her breathing a sigh of relief and turn towards us.

"Are we in the clear?" Desi asked, unwrapping her arms from around me as Amelia slowly nodded her head.

"Yeah," she said, waving us over to the couch. "Now, I want to continue our conversation, Desmond. And no childish outbursts this time."

Probably noticing my slight hesitance, I felt Desi's hand on my back gently pushing me forward. Forcing me towards the couch where I once again sat between the two Neos.

"So you... You said you're not human anymore?" I mumbled, my ears and cheeks tingling from the embarrassment I was feeling.

"Not quite of," Desi said, her hands lightly rubbing my shoulders to try and keep me relaxed. "More like "from", if we're being completely honest."

"Our genetics are slowly transitioning," Amelia added. "You know how humanity has a whole slew of junk DNA? Recessive traits that serve no greater purpose than weird physical and genetic deformities that add nothing to our survival over the millennia?"

I slowly nodded my head, trying to process everything she was explaining.

"The Neo transition process effectively replaces that portion of a woman's DNA with new material that acts like a form of genetic parasite. And with each exposure to the energies from the Axzurat, that genetic parasitism becomes more pronounced. The recessive becoming dominant and giving way to a new state of existence. Energy into matter, more or less."

"You said only women, right?" I asked. "So you need two X chromosomes for it to work?"

Desi's response surprised me.

"Not really, no. You only need one X chromosome. What matters more is the mentality of the people who become like us. Woman in mind, Neo in body."

"And vice versa, right?"

The silence that filled the room from their pause was deafening.

"It's not how that works for anyone who... isn't a potential Neo, Desmond."

"If you're not a Neo," Amelia said, struggling to find the words. "And you're not at least a C rank, then the NAE sees you as nothing more than labor or attendants."

I could feel my chest tightening as the words left my body, unbidden and clearly hurt by the truth.

"So the NAE wants to make those that can't be made into Neos... into their slaves?"

"Or, like a large portion of people like Mom? Glorified pets."

I put my face in my hands, rubbing my face harder and harder as I could feel the vomit and rage building in my throat. I wanted to scream, to throw something, destroy something, hit ANYTHING. But the guards were still right outside the house. If I screamed, then they would come right back in and discover we were in the midst of defying the NAE.

"So what do we do?" I seethed, trying to keep control as my sight practically went red.

"There's a growing number of Neos that have come to understand how wrong this all is," Amelia quickly told me, shuffling closer so she didn't have to speak so loudly. "We can't openly come out about this yet, but Maisie and I have been in contact with a few, shall we say, dissenting ladies. Right now, we're in the midst of-"

The sound of something vibrating in Captain Chaimongkhon's pocket cut her off. Forcing her to quickly pull out her cellphone which was somehow unaffected by the relay doohickey on the table and check on the message sent to her. One look, and all the emotion in her face drained away.

"Desi," she said with cold authority, reaching over to the table and grabbing the spider-like device. "Put in your code for the server screen."

As she pressed the button in the center of the little robotic relay-thingie, I watched the light die inside the thing as it closed itself up and the speakers seemed to turn on once more. Causing me to wince as the buzzing in my head returned with full force.

"Voice recognition code 2V2-67R-K88-Y3P3-8PW1L7. Identity phrase: Sit stella et non bestia. Axzurian frequency: Epsilon Quill Gamma."

As the screen slowly protruded from the way, the frame extending and lengthening as it hummed that same weird tone that made my brain tingle fiercely, I rubbed my head with the bottom of my palms to try and minimize the sensation as the NAE's flag appeared on screen.

"Good," Amelia said. "Now, turn to any news channel."

"Why?"

"Just do it!"

Shrugging her shoulders, Desi did as she was told.

"Whatever you say. Server, put on NBN."

The screen flickered for a scant second before one of the news anchors, a man in his mid-30's with dark brown hair, looking completely scared as his did his job appeared.

"...May be too shocking for some of our viewers to witness. Viewer discretion is advised."

The feed cut to the exterior security footage of what looked like Wall Street as people were going about their daily lives. Then, a bright flash of bluish-white light blinded the cameras before fading away. Only to reveal people either on the ground or running away in sheer terror.

"What the Hell was that?"

"Displacer bombs," Amelia muttered. "Something the Blues have been working on for a couple years now."

"Displacer bombs?! What the fuck are those?!"

"Authorities arrived shortly on the scene," the news anchor continued. "But when they went in to help the victims, they found every area of the Stock Exchange seemingly abandoned. Not a single person was inside the burning building despite the usual flurry of activity before the incident."

"I can't explain it," an officer said, trying to prevent himself from flying into a panic. "When we checked the security footage for the whole place, it was like they were here one moment, and then... FOOSH! Completely gone the next in a wall of this weird fire."

The feed returned to the studio where the anchorman was clearly in a state of shock and terror. His hand on his earpiece as he struggled to comprehend what he was being told.

"We have just received reports that New York is NOT the only subject of these attacks! I repeat, New York is NOT the only site of these attacks! Reports are coming in from... Holy shit. Reports are coming in from L.A., Tokyo, Beijing, Paris, London, Rio de Janeiro, Frankfurt, Moscow. This is... Holy shit. Holy shit! What the fuck is going on?"

"Desi, rewind the feed."

"Server, rewind feed to the beginning."

As the news rewound itself back to when we first turned it on, I couldn't help but shudder at how coordinated it all was.

"Desi! Pause the feed!"

"Server! Pause!"

The screen immediately froze as Amelia and Desi moved closer. Then with a gasp, my sister pointed at the bottom left corner.

"Holy shit! That's mom!"

I had to take a closer look. And as Desi put her hands on the screen, proceeding to zoom out the image, I gasped as well.

Our mom was the one who delivered Doctor Bernard's promise of retaliation. Striking the first blow by bombing Wall Street on behalf of the NAE.

The Neo War had begun.

[Sounder9-]

An interesting turn of events! I wonder how much Muscles Douceur predictions will come true. Regardless this really shows the nonchalant and tyrannical nature of the NAE. K++

[GLKnight]

As we watched the feed on the giant screen, we were stunned into absolute silence. Across every major capitol in the world, concise strikes had been taking place. Every attack followed by a massive fire that concealed just what the displacer bombs were designed for: highly active areas filled to the brim with human lives suddenly emptied within an instant. Spirited away to who knows where by the NAE for some unknown reason. Station after station slinging theories and potential enemies back and forth, capitulating wild speculation as inherent truth while doing nothing to work on the issue at hand.

"This is just to cause panic," Amelia said, sitting down on the chair and pursing her fingers together in anxious contemplation. "The real attack is about to begin."

"Real attack?" Desi asked, flabbergasted at the Green eyed Neo's words. "This isn't considered the real attack?"

I started rubbing my forehead, the growing tension in my body from the frequency causing my stress levels to rise and my muscles to ache.

"What more could the NAE do to prove their point?"

"They've been working toward this for decades," she muttered, her eyes narrowing on the screen before pointing her green hand at it. "And you don't remain secret without knowing what real power is."

As she finished speaking, we heard the sound of the current news anchor's voice starting to crack as another bit of news was fed to her through her earpiece.

"It seems that we have- We have more news coming in. For some unknown reason, the world's markets have entered a... This can't be right! The markets entered an economic free fall!"

We were once again struck dumb as the reports started coming in from around the world. NYSE, Tokyo, London, Hong Kong, the list went on and on as everything except a few specific brands of stock completely collapsed in value within moments. Financial systems being brought low one after another after another. I knew what this level of crippling would do to the global powers. The strength of every form of currency had withered beyond the point of salvation, ballooning the rate of inflation at rocket speeds and reducing their ability to finance any real responses. I felt my stomach start to tighten at the realization that this sort of action meant that even if it were to balance itself out again, people would be unable to truly afford even the most basic of necessities for years or even decades. This meant that there was no money for practically ANYTHING.

My mind then flashed back to Doctor Bernard's office, before our mom stormed in and treated us like toys. To what Cecilia had told us, proud and almost joyfully as she peacocked in front of us.

"Blowing past every possible barrier towards scientific enlightenment as we used our growing collective power to slowly eke out more and more ground behind the scenes."

"This is what she meant," I said, emphatically grabbing Desi's wrist. "This is what Doctor Bernard meant!"

"What Cecilia meant?" she echoed, confused at what I was saying. Forcing me to point at the screen.

"THIS! THIS IS WHAT SHE MEANT BY THE BEHIND THE SCENES SHIT! HOW DO YOU THINK THE NAE'S BEEN ABLE TO STAY HIDDEN FOR SO LONG? THEY'VE BEEN THE BIGGEST FINANCIAL POWER IN THE WORLD THIS WHOLE TIME BY TRICKING GOVERNMENTS INTO GIVING THEM MORE AND MORE MIGHT!"

Desiree looked like she had suddenly become ill, slowly moving over to the couch before falling into her seat and placing her head between her knees.

"That can't be right! How would they be able to-?"

"We're everywhere," Amelia told her, matter-of-factly and with no hint of emotion. "Community centers, private deals, multiple global businesses, philanthropy network chains. Do you know what the overall financial strength of the NAE is, White one?"

"I don't." Desi said, clearly frightened of what she was about to be told.

"The NAE holds at least four hundred and thirty eight SEPTILLION in overall value. The current value Humanity holds is merely in the quadrillions. We are the dominant force that finances the world, and have been for decades."

The look of regret in Desi's eyes was indescribable. The betrayal, unfathomable.

"What do we do now?" she asked.

"You two do nothing for now," Amelia told us, rising from her seat. "I will contact Maisie, as Desmond's due for one last check-up before he begins his duties. Just keep your heads down, do as you're told. And for the love of the Axzurat, stay calm so neither of you throw any more tantrums. I don't want to recover either of you and put you in Medical again, got me?"

We both nodded our heads as Captain Chaimongkhon stormed out of the house, hellbent to put things into motion immediately. The only sounds in her wake were the voices of the terrified talking heads on the TV trying to figure out what wass happening. As I looked at my sister, I couldn't tell what she was feeling. There was a storm of emotions running through her, that much I could tell by the look in her black and white eyes.

"Turn off broadcasting." Desi commanded, the screen powering down as it sank back into the wall. Then, with a surprising gentleness, she looked at me with an almost... I don't know, broken look while she bobbed her head towards the couch. Patting the seat next to her to make sure I understood the invitation.

"What are we going to do?" I asked, completely loss at what to say while I sat down beside Desi.

"We have to listen to what Amelia told us," Desi whispered. "Things are now way out of hand. And if we don't, then there are going to be terrible consequences."

She was right. I wanted to argue, but I held my tongue because she was absolutely right. This war the NAE had begun only meant that they were now willing to go to greater lengths to ensure they got their way. My mind was going at lightning speeds, trying to put together where this would go. Would there be full scale invasions? Would it be more like surgical strikes, taking out important locations? Displacer bombs had frightening capabilities, but was that their current limits? I had only seen a small portion of their tech, and that was making me feel more anxious, which only caused me to ache as I felt my body tighten in response. I just sat there in silence, unable to actual say what I was thinking, what I was feeling. I felt like I was there, but also not. Like a phantom's shell residing in one place, allowing me to feel and see and smell, but not completely occupied. Then I noticed her hand on mine, gently squeezing it as she rubbed her thumb across the top of my hand as we sat in the silence for a minute or two.

"I know you've been asking to be let in on what's going on," she said, her voice a bit gruff as she fought back tears. "And I can't say much. But you asked about this before. Why I am called "White one" by everyone."

I looked her straight in the eyes, trying my best to reassure her. To let her take it at her own pace.

"In... In the structure of Neo hierarchy, there are five predominant colors. Each color coordinates to a specific purpose or duty. Sort of a "you are where you're meant to be" kind of society. Think of it like... ants or bees."

"Weird," I muttered, picturing what she was saying. "But I guess the analogy fits?"

"Because it was made that way. Because WE were made that way."

Rising from her seat, Desi moved to the other side of the table. Making sure we were looking at each other as she continued her explanation.

"It goes like this, okay? At the bottom are the Orange Neos-"

I watched how uncomfortable this was making her feel as she placed her hands in front of her body, as if she was stacking something. Moving her hand at the bottom to emphasize her point.

"The rank and file, essentially. They handle the day to day, filling roles when they are needed. Then come the Blues."

She shook her other hand as she gave me an "I'm trying to keep this extremely simple so you understand" look.

"The Blues are the ones who are the brains of Neo society. Not as numerous as the Orange Neos, their transition to Neodom allows them greater mental capability. It's why the tech you've seen so far is so bizarre and advanced. They have catapulted Human ingenuity to new heights in such a short time. After that-"

Moving one hand above the other, Desi shook it gently once more. At this point, I honestly don't know whether I should feel insulted by the fact she considers me incapable of grasping it, or glad she's trying to explain it as best she could.

"...You have the Greens. Fewer than the Blues, the Greens are middle management, for lack of a better phrase. They are the ones that handle most of the actual politics of Neo life. Managers, officers, what have you. It's why Amelia was put in charge of us."

"I think I get why," I said, trying my best to grasp the situation. "Green is supposed to be a calming color. So it's natural Greens would be the ones to talk to people, right?"

Desi nodded her head and gave me a small proud smile.

"That's right. Greens are given a lot of respect because of the sheer weight they have in their position and the size of the role they play."

As the smile faded from her face, Desi moved her hands up one more level in the imaginary pyramid.

"Then you have the Reds. Reds are more aggressive and prone to action, making them suitable for positions of leadership, particularly in battle. They are the most likely ones to strike first. Reds are also the ones most capable of absolute destruction and terror, including among other Neos. Not all are like that, but it's a common trait."

As she spoke, I couldn't help but flash back to Doctor Bernard's office. The way Desi looked after the beating mom gave her. The way mom stood over me like I was the conquered instead of her own son. The look in her eyes as she regarded me as lesser, as inferior. It was like every look she had given me when I stepped out of line growing up, but amplified to a monstrous degree. Or maybe it was always how she, and becoming a Neo had finally allowed her true self the power to finally come out?

"You said five primary colors, right?" I asked. "So that means White's at the top?"

"The last color," Desi said, moving her hand up one more level. "Is not White. It's Purple."

I saw a flash of white as my memories seemed to pull me back to the fantasy I had when I was first taken to the facility. The glowing purple being that straddled me as we had sex. Growing larger and more powerful with every second on top of me before I woke up in the bathroom while giving the Neos a sperm sample.

"Hold on! PURPLE?!"

Desi sadly nodded her head, running her fingers through her hair.

"Purple is rarest of all. Only a few are meant to exist at any given time. They are the de facto presence of Neo existence. The Queens of the hive, basically. All others defer to them."

This threw me for a loop. Purple? PURPLE?!

"So... what about White?" I asked. "Where does that place you?"

"Whites are... They-"

She was trying to keep it together, to stay strong. But as she kept looking for words to explain what her role is, I could see the cracks starting to form. As the tears started to flow, I couldn't help myself as I went in big brother mode. Leaping from my spot and across the table to wrap my arms around her while she began to break down in front of me.

"I'm a failure!" she wailed, falling to her knees in my arms. "I'm nothing! Th-They treat me like a child because that is all I am to them! A freak to be pitied! I'm one of them, but like I can never BE them! I just- I just w-want-"

As I let her sob into my chest on the floor, I rocked her back and forth and stroked her hair. This was the thing she had been hiding from me this entire time. The reason she was always fighting so hard to prove herself, for both of our sakes. The abuse I had gotten from mom in the past, she must have been getting on a grander scale when I wasn't around. They were trying to separate us, break us down and remove that which made us family. My stomach started to knot as I sat there, wanting nothing but revenge for everything that had happened to us so far. But I knew I'd have to wait. We had to wait for the right moment. And at this moment, Desi needed me now more than ever.

[wowser1016]

So far this work has been an absolutely incredible ride. A very well written,  very interesting and quite complex, grabbing journey. I feel like my mind has been put thru a ringer trying to anticipate the next step only to find the story twisting and leaving me having to quickly adjust my thoughts to a different approach which was  subsequently blown up by another twist. At some point I gave up trying to figure the next step in this adventure and decided to simply enjoy the trip. K+!

[GLKnight]

Since the new policy is in place about some of the content in stories posted on here, I had to find a workaround. So if you want the full details, you can find it under my "GLKing" account on DA. Meanwhile, enjoy the more borderline version here.

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As we spent the next couple of weeks getting used to the new atmosphere being engendered by the NAE, it continuously felt like the world around me was becoming some sort of alien reality. In every yard, flagpoles were being put up that waved the NAE flag high. On every house, which were quickly being replaced from classic American homes to the sleek and mind bending Neo ones like mine- like mom's now was, designations were being put on entrances that listed the overall rankings of those who lived in every home and what role or function they served to the greater Neo society. In fact, something that specifically weirded me out was the drastic shifting of who lived in these homes.

More and more, anyone who didn't fit the criteria for Neodom would be seen one day, and be gone the very next. Some would come back, clearly altered to the wishes of the Neos that now owned their homes. Others, however, never returned. They were never spoken of, never brought up again. If anyone did, there'd be this awkward feeling that would emerge, like a relationship in middle school that petered out into an awkward non-friendship where neither saw each other again. Just a sigh, a roll of their glowing eyes, a slight chuckle and then hurriedly bringing up a separate subject. Like a non-entity that was barely given the notion of a thought. Everything, from the remaking of houses to the forgotten treatment of the people who were ineligible for Neo Transitioning, it all made me think that equality had been abandoned for true domination. Those of us who were kept in the neighborhood were no longer viewed as worthy of respect. Whenever I had any interaction with the women in the vicinity, I was talked down to, treated as if I was simple minded, fondled and handled like a plaything or entertainment. There only for them and not for my own sake and sanctity.

And my mother, hailed the conquering hero, deemed "The Reaper Of The Red" by Doctor Bernard in a broadcasted ceremony, allowed them to treat me in this way with a smile on her face. Telling me, when I voiced my opinions that I felt humiliated, with absolute authority after a trying day at the facility that "I had no room to complain, as I was at the service of any and all Neos that she deemed worthy of spending time with her pet."

Yes, "pet". After a day where the Blues in charge of the collection labs deemed I needed a stress test to determine my recovery rates and extended volumetric output, which led to me being strapped into a machine and milked for five straight hours. The victory had clearly gone to my mother's head, puffing out her chest and consciously keeping herself flexed for other Neos to gawk at and fawn over. While she hadn't gotten another treatment since she came home, she had taken to her new celebrity status among the other Neos like a duck to water. Every single day, we were visited by her neighbors who either wanted to spend time in her general presence, asking her to train them, or as was most common, usually in the living room in the midst of a sapphic fuck fest. And every time she was surrounded by her adoring "lessers", she ordered that I be a "good boy" and stand there while she lorded over her fellow Neos in a lake of brawny sinew and expansive mass. It was a perverse kind of torture, forced to be a source of breeding stock during the day, then her attendant during these orgies that I knew was a message on how thoroughly she dictated my life, with moments of clean-up before, during and especially after she was done for the day. The overpowering mix of scents as their hands slid along each other's powerful forms, sensuous touches of electric oranges and blues and greens, with my mother's red eyes staring deeply into her throng of submissive lessers as their fingers dove into the most intimate of places. Waves of orgasmic bliss as they maximized their own pleasure, bodies twisting in unnatural ways as their Neo physiques flexed and posed in bizarre ways. Muscles bulging in a hedonistic marriage of sexual skill and bodybuilding competition, with mom the sole judge of who would be worthy of worshipping her next.

This form of libertine attitude proved contagious around the neighborhood. The state of dress became much more lax, or should I say non-existent. Nudity was becoming more and more common, openly flaunting their developments for the delight of those transitioning away from the Humanity they had started with. Youth, vitality, power, beauty. All at a whim and an appointment. The hues of their skin slowly replaced by the creeping vibrancy of their Neo existence. It was like this change they were going through brought a newfound exuberance as old gave way to new, weakness gave way to strength, and passiveness was granted a second chance at dominance. A heady cocktail of power and sensation that bordered on the electric.

But not all of my neighbors felt that way. While she had become obsessed with her own appearance, Mrs. Tallarico, or as she told me to start calling her, "Erica", was somehow still very much her own person. While not usually participating in any of the local changing attitudes, she still tended to flaunt her porn star-like body in her new typical outfit of a sports bra that barely contained her now massive J-cup breasts and pair of booty shorts that were less "shorts" and more "glorified thong". She had become a tease, but it was oddly tempered with a genuine concern for me and Desi that she constantly played down when my mother was around. It was strange when they were in the same vicinity, usually devolving into a friendly tête-à-tête with Erica flaunting her more traditional yet athletic assets versus my mother's usually topless display of raw strength and mass in a pair of poser panties she wore as her only form of clothing while at home. But this form of posturing and repartee only took place when talking about me or my sister. Every other time, they were amiable and calm with each other like two lifelong friends.

This familiarity was what led to mom allowing Erica ease of access to my- her house, granting her the right to visit whenever she wanted. When I asked her about it, mom said it was because Erica seemed like less of an issue and more of a coincidental babysitter for us. An extra pair of eyes and ears to have on duty. But every time mom was away and my duties around the house were done, Erica would talk me out of the house when she could. A chaperone so I wouldn't feel trapped inside the house, which meant I spent time away from that fucking frequency that screwed with my head so badly.

Today was a prime example of her concern. Yesterday, after mom had participated in yet another orgy, she had been in the midst of working out in the nude, doing her bizarre and utterly painful stretches and yoga-like exercises in the living room while I was cleaning up. The collective scents was as pungent as the fluids that were frankly everywhere. On the floor, the seats, the carpet, the walls. That day was the most over the top fuckfest so far, culminating in a mass worship of mom's body as she stood in the midst of her fawning fans. Standing proud as they collectively surrounded her while she flexed and posed like a true professional. Hands gliding across glistening skin as she turned and moved her mighty physique with an unerring, machine-like efficiency while her eyes were locked on me. Her demanding voice getting breathier as the adulate Neos caressed her, touched her, pleasured her. Telling me "this is what this world is all about" with a cruel smile on her lips. The scent of Amber and Vanilla and Musk wafting over every other scent, overpowering all others until in one unified wave, every Neo in the room climaxed in a very wet and powerful orgasm. All save my mother collapsing to the ground with a scream of pleasure as their bodies twitched and pulsed in pure ecstasy.

Fuck, I'm getting hard just thinking about it, now...

Anyway, Erica later came to the house to check on me. But as she walked through the door, mom received a notification that she took in her... office. While the two of us were talking, Erica asking if I was alright and if I needed a hand with cleanup, she quickly came back out with a zeal she rarely let show.

"You're a lucky boy." she said, interrupting our conversation.

"What?" I asked, clearly confused by her statement. I quickly glanced over at Erica, who was similarly caught off guard.

"Cecilia has announced a soiree," mom continued, clearly excited at the announcement. "I am to be the guest of honor. But sadly, she has requested that my two children are to be in attendance."

"A party!" Erica cheered. "That's great news, isn't it? When's it supposed to take place?"

Mom gave Erica a questioning look, trying to pierce any potential deception like she always did. An eternal vein of paranoia through her haughty demeanor.

"In three days time. But my Queen wants me there tomorrow, so as to help her plan out this little celebration. And since I won't be here when your sister comes home after her stupid Efficiency treatment, you will have to be the one to tell her that she needs to prepare herself and you to not embarrass me again. Do you understand, Desmond?"

"Yeah," I meekly replied, shrugging my shoulders and not knowing what else to do or say. But I soon realized that was not the reaction she was hoping for. Her eyes sparking red as she grabbed me by my collar and quickly picked me up off my feet.

"That's not good enough, Desmond! When I ask you a question, you answer with "Yes, Mother!" Do you UNDERSTAND?"

"There's no need for violence," Erica said, concerned for my safety as she gently put her hand on my mother's arm. "I'll make sure that she-"

Mom's eyes went steely as she stared down our neighbor with a malevolent gaze. The tension spiked as I knew mom was clearly itching for a fight, ready to take on anyone that dared approach her in ways that went against what she wanted.

"This isn't about you, Erica. You are a Blue, while I am a Red. I have authority here, so what I say goes. Now take your fucking Blue hand off of me, or I will break it off and put it to better use!"

Despite the difference in height between the two of them, and the way Erica was contemplating taking action, I could see her realizing it would be best to keep my mother calm for no. So, with a short and heavy huff of a sigh, she took her hand off of mom's arm. Causing mom to give us both a shark like smile as she turned her attention back towards me.

"That's better," she tittered, clearly proud of how Erica gave in. "Now, when I ask you a question, you answer with "Yes, Mother!" Are we CLEAR, Desmond?"

I could feel my heart hammering in my chest. I didn't want to answer her, to give her the satisfaction. But I knew things were going to get bad if I didn't play along. So I just closed my eyes and nodded my head.

"Y-Yes, mother."

I felt her letting go of my collar, followed by my ass landing on the floor uncomfortably. My balls immediately began to ache from the impact, causing me to involuntarily groan while Erica helped put me back on my feet. Mom, for her part, paid no attention as she went upstairs to her room to pack.

"I will send for you and your sister when the party has been prepared for." she shouted back at us, refusing to turn her head as her weighty footsteps sent tremors that could be felt on the landing and floor below us.

[GLKnight]

Within the next two hours, mom had her bags packed. Considering how short notice it was for her to leave, it was surprising that she was taking four bags with her. And these weren't small bags, either. One rolling case, two larger duffel bags and the huge gym bag I always saw her taking along when she left the house. I couldn't help but wonder why she was so overpacked for only a few days, considering the NAE always made sure to have things well supplied for its Neos.

"Before I go," she growled, seemingly upset by the suddenness of her departure. "There's going to be a few ground rules."

"I'll be alright," I told her. "You don't need-"

"I wasn't talking to just you, Desmond." she snarled, her eyes narrowing in on Erica in a clear declaration. "This is for both of you, and your sister when she gets back tomorrow."

"There's no need to be at my throat," Mrs. Tallarico- I mean, Erica told her as she held up her hands. "I'm not here to steal anything from you, Commander Nowell."

Mom gave her a wry smile as she briefly glanced my way. I could immediately tell she was getting high on socially browbeating my neighbor. Before all this, mom usually kept her snide comments and narcissistic posturing for backstabbing people in private. But now that she had nothing to fear from us, and especially me, she wasn't afraid of showing people who she really was.

"Nor can you. But at the very least, you are behaving like a Blue truly does."

I could practically see Erica bristling at the comment. Her jaw noticeably clenching as if she was fighting back what she really wanted to say, but slowly closing her eyes to try and keep focused.

"And what would that be, ma'am?"

"Blues are very smart," mom said, leaning in closer to her smaller neighbor, barely taller than I was now, as her eyes flashed a small burst of red light. "But unlike the others, hungering to ascend among their betters, you know and accept your place. And that's to stay with my handsome, wonderful pet of a son."

That word again: "pet". She keeps saying it to dehumanize me. I could feel my stomach twist into a knot every time she said it. A little jet of acid launching itself into my throat. I would need to get something to drink after she left, to get rid of both the burning sensation and the vomit off of my breath that I knew both of them could already smell with their fucking enhancements.

"About the ground rules, mom?"

Mom gave me a disapproving look, breathing through her nose as her jaw shifted with a weird undulation left and right with a slight pop.

"You're right," she said, closing her eyes and tilting her head with another pop. "The ground rules while I'm gone."

Putting her bags down, mom made a show as she flexed before us. Her muscles bunching and swelling slightly as she forced them to their utmost, standing more upright as she glared down at us once more.

"One," she commanded, raising a finger. "You are to be a good boy and clean yourself every day."

I felt something in my head start to twinge as her order sunk in, burning as if my brain was actively rewiring itself to follow through on her commands. It was an entirely new sensation, like living lightning digging itself through my skull with an unapologetic fervor. I must have had some response, because I soon realized she had paused. A smile on her face while she looked intensely at me.

"Second," she continued, raising a second finger. "You are to be a good boy and do as the ranking Neo wherever you are tells you to do."

The burning got worse. I grabbed my head. The buzzing in the house was growing louder, more insistent. It was like my vision was flickering with flashes of white as it became an active pain, causing my nerves to flare up and make me grow more tense.

"Please," I begged her. "You d-don't need to tell me to be a g-good boy. I'll l-listen to what you say, mom!"

"Will you?" she asked, leaning down to stare me in the eyes.

My sight was going blurry, looking at things was becoming more difficult. But the odd thing was that looking in mom's eyes, it was like the electric red seemed to be creeping out. Filling the black spaces beyond her irises with an almost phantom seepage. Then, everything snapped back into clarity as she slowly brought her face closer. The youthful, model-like beauty she now possessed causing me to come out of whatever sort of shock I was in. The bangs of her slick, stylishly short almost bluish-black hair resting right above her right eye as she penetrated my soul with a malevolent gaze while she waited for my response.

"Y-yes, m-mother..."

The instant look of gratification on her face said it all, predatory looks giving way to one of haughty posturing. My eyes drifted over to Erica, the look of alarm mixed with disgust as she saw me fighting to stay upright while my mother looked like she had beaten me once again. I think she finally understood what I was going through on a daily basis, at least a little bit. She stared, unsure of what to do until mom turned towards her while raising a third finger.

"Third, you're to NOT TAKE ADVANTAGE OF MY PET SON. Do you understand me, Erica?"

"I wasn't going to!" she spat out, blustering to create a buffer so mom's aggression wouldn't get out of hand. Mom, being her usual self, smiled cruelly as she stepped forward, her hands to our neighbor's incredibly full and firm breasts as Erica's fear became evident. Moving on her like prey, she pressed her body up against our neighbor's until she had her back against the wall at the bottom of the stairs. Rubbing her knee and thigh between Erica's legs as she leaned in close and kissed her neck, gently nipping it for good measure.

"Never forget," mom growled, using her full height and size to her advantage as she slid her hands beneath Erica's sports bra. "I am the only Red in this entire neighborhood, and the right hand of Doctor Bernard. So that means all of you, including you, including my son, are mine to do with as I fucking see fit. Never forget your place, Erica."

With her demeaning power play finished, mom slipped her hands out of Erica's top and pushed herself away. Erica was naturally frightened by what mom had just done, quickly covering herself again as her commander picked up her bags once more and moved towards the front door.

"I will send for you and your sister in a few days," she said, acting like she hadn't just assaulted Mrs. Tallarico for no damn reason. "Until then, do as Good Boys do, Desmond? I'd hate to find out otherwise."

With a hearty laugh, she opened the door and left. We heard her climbing into her car, followed by the sound of the engine, with its odd mix of what sounded like a jet engine and the crackling of a tesla coil before becoming completely silent as she pulled out of the driveway and left. Both Erica and I completely stunned by this stunt she had just pulled as a simple "reminder" of where we stood with her. I think I got off light, suffering only a really strange headache. But Erica was clearly weirded out, smoothing her clothes and her hair time and again.

"Mrs. Tallarico?" I asked, gently to not scare her further "Erica? Are you okay?"

"Y- I- No," she stammered, clearly still freaking out by what just happened. "I need to contact someone. Will you be okay while I'm gone?"

I quickly nodded my head, clearly too worried for her wellbeing.

"Good," she continued, rushing in for a hug. "I need to talk to you about something. But not here, okay?"

"S-Sure," I told her, caught off-guard by how tightly she was holding on to me. As she did, I noticed the scent of cinnamon and nutmeg, and the rich aroma of nutmeg. I don't know why, but it smelled comforting. Like the smell of homemade baked goods you always imagined someone would make you whenever you came home after a long and stressful day of school or work. Something I never got the chance to experience. Even with the fucked up thing mom just did, this was... nice. It felt nice. Like a lover wanting to take care of you. It was something I wasn't used to.

"Okay," she whispered, her hug lingering another second or so before letting me go with a somewhat mournful look. "I'll talk to you tomorrow."

Without another word, she fled from the house and back to her own. Leaving me to the reckoning of mom's commands and the bizarre sensation in my head on my own. Suffice to say, I took some ibuprofen that were still somehow in the bathroom cabinet before heading back up to my room and passing out despite the light of the early afternoon sun beaming through my window.

As I said before, that was yesterday. Today was a completely different matter altogether.

As soon as my eyes opened, I felt that damn burning sensation in my brain. My mind was awash in white as mom's words rang in my head: "Be a good boy and clean myself every day." I stumbled towards the bathroom as the her words and the buzzing sound that dominated my life fought for space between my ears. Clashing with an internal feedback that kept feeding into itself so fast, it physically hurt. Not to the point where my bones felt like they are on fire, no. But running down my neck, into my arms and shoulders and down further. Like my body was a theater, and the sound just kept bouncing off of every wall and echoing across every ounce of me. But then I heard the hissing of our shower door, the sudden increase of pressure around me. And finally, the hissing of the shower system, spraying me on all sides with enough pressure to sting my skin. Sending a signal to the battle in my brain that I was doing as told, mom's words fading while the burning sensation slowly went away.

My hand slapped against the wall as I leaned forward, gasping. The searing pain was new. Did mom do something to me while I was healing? Like how she changed me? Changed my... you know? In my new existence, it's not beyond the impossible. I can't be distracted by that right now. Gotta get clean. Get dressed. Erica will be over later. I have chores to do. And Desi will be home.

Gotta stay good for Desi.

When I'm done essentially getting hosed down, I step out and grab a towel to dry off before standing in front of the sink. And like clockwork, I'm struck dumb by how much has changed. The sink itself was at chest level on me, everything having been rebuilt to Neo specifications. But the fact that these were a little akward for even mom and Desi to use honestly makes me ask what kind of specifications they truly were. I choose to ignore it for now with a little grumble, reaching down to get a stepstool so I can at least properly look in the mirror.

And when I do, I internally cringe every time. I look so very different than I did before. I used to have a stronger jaw, my hair used to be darker. My features are more defined, more so with how young and thin I now looked. Even my eyes, which used to be a rich brown, were almost crystal blue. It was like I was made into what everyone thinks of when describing a teen idol or something. Trapped in a cute, just legal guy with a deep red unit between his legs that would make a horse do a double take. Everything about me had been completely remade. My body, my behavior. Even the kinds of women I was into. I used to have a thing for big tits, trim bodies. But now, every fantasy involved women who could curl me one-handed, hold me over their heads as they sucked me off, pinning me down as they rode me like a stallion as they brought their full, musclebound bodies on top of me with an incessant need to make them cum in ways only I could.

Some are only partially changed, their six fingered hands working my cock as their tongues caress and savor my balls while they stare up at me with those beautiful glowing eyes. Some are further along, unnaturally bigger or more curvy with incredibly powerful bodies packed with vascularity the likes of which borders on impossible balance. And at other times, I see this utterly... I don't know, alien entity in my fantasy? I don't quite know how to describe it. There's this completely different sense of balance to it. It is clearly one of the Neos, but there's this primal, angelic monstrosity aspect to it. Sometimes Red or Blue, or Green or Orange. But sometimes, when I get the feeling it's all too real, the Neo will be Purple. Her body will be perfect, indomitable and undeniable. I can never fully see her face, but her eyes will forever be clear. A pulsating purple force almost eking out as if she cannot be contained. The air crackling as if the boundaries of our world was threatening to collapse solely through her sheer presence. Tendrils dangling from her head slowly extending out to wrap around me, touching me in the most intimate of ways. Leaning close to me as she plants herself time and again on my dick, her resonant voice deep and powerful as she stares deeply into my soul. The look of a dominant queen overtaken by the sense of love and bonding we share. Saying my name over and over as her body twitches and swells with more strength, more power, more energy. The walls of existence breaking down as the energies I saw the night I nearly died poured into our world once more. And the static skies of that other world peeked through the fractures forming in ours as our mutual climax approached. Purple light flaring in her eyes as she leans her head back to-

"NGH!"

Yep, just made myself hard and thwacked my dick the cabinet beneath the sink. Gah, that stung! Calm down, Desmond. Daily upkeep. Brush your teeth. Check for zits. Maybe even shave your- Damn it, I forgot that I haven't needed to shave after the Equivalence Estates. I thought no hair except for eyebrows and the hair on top of your head was just a joke. But it seems some women thought that way, too. Or maybe it was just an extra step by mom to ensure that I remembered I wasn't like I was before, I don't know. I guess it wasn't necessarily a bad thing, considering it meant less time needing to maintain and keep clean. At least there was something positive about the changes?

Though, to be honest, I liked shaving. It was one of the things dad taught me before he died.

Quickly brushing my teeth, I hopped off the stepstool and was about to go downstairs when I heard a knock at the door. I called out with "Just a second" as I gingerly made my way down, making sure I didn't jostle myself too much or else I'd be fighting the urge the puke. Being this hung is more of a burden than a blessing, damn it. But I made it down all the same. And throwing open the door, I was greeted by Mrs. Tallarico, giving me a somewhat pensive look.

"Did you sleep well?" she asked, clearly worried for me as she fidgeted with her fingers. "With what Commander Nowell did to you and everything..."

"I'm fine," I told her, waving my hand. "The more important question is if you're okay?"

Erica nodded her head, rushing into the house. It wasn't lost on me that she had changed her wardrobe a little bit, wearing a pair of blue Lycra booty shorts and a blue micro bikini top that left almost nothing to the imagination while she paced back and forth in the living room. Her long black hair pulled back in a loose ponytail, as if she had just come back from a run.

"I'm... I'll be okay," she told me, though I'm pretty sure she was really trying to tell herself. "Have you eaten yet?"

"I just got up a little bit-"

Without missing a beat, she made her way towards the kitchen.

"I'll make you something to eat, then we'll go on a walk around the neighborhood, okay?"

As I closed the door, I felt myself starting to grow worried for Erica. Mom clearly did a number on her. Was she really alright? And if not, what could I do to help? I was at a loss on what to do as I joined her in the kitchen. I had been asleep for over half a day and I really needed to eat something.

[GLKnight]

Just a heads up. Next installment in a couple days.

And in about a month or so, I got a surprise for y'all you might enjoy.

[jcboyd]

I've said this to you before in another forum - but keep up your stellar writing.  There's a lot of content here that just fetish fodder without real value as a work of authorship.  Your work, however, is professional and of high quality regardless of content.  Keep following your muse.