Growth Hormonsters
by DiscipleN
(mom-son, incest, Fm, MILF, interracial drug enhancement, size, rape, {mentions of third party violence, bloodshed, and suffering})
--- 1 ---
Bandy Fontana hung up on her unanswered call. She couldn't reach the doctor nor his staff. The clinic's answering system hadn't even sent her to voicemail! In desperation she ran next door to her friend, Glinnis Hobbs, to borrow her phone, in case the clinic was blocking her number. "My sons!"
Bandy's panic moved Glinnis to think of a better option than calling the clinic manically. They had lived on the same suburban cul-de-sac for nearly eight years. She had helped Bandy many times with those boys. Twelve and thirteen years of age had seen them fight a losing battle with puberty. Some awful genetic condition, Glinnis forgot the name of it, kept the boys from growing!
The recessive gene had been passed down from their father who had refused to accept responsibility. He swore the two boys weren't his, despite the genetic evidence. Nor had he any inclination, when tests confirmed their condition, to help raise them. He'd fled to another country, hoping to escape paying support, but international cooperation favored the mother for once, and she was awarded his full net worth! The idiot wasn't going to need his minor wealth for the next five years anyway, in prison.
Glinnis wracked her brains. "We'll go to the clinic together and bring your boys home, Bandy."
Glinnis was proud of her African-American heritage. Her great-grandfather had founded a town in Pennsylvania at a time when local sentiment favored 'the coloreds.' The thousands strong community was a mixed race gem, an example of how diversity powers progress. Children of all colors excelled in the arts and sciences for two generations before the Great Depression broke its economic backbone. Still The Hobbs dynasty fared well, and these days, Glinnis' only worry was, if she had become too white for her black friends. They laughed about it, but the concept was out there.
"That won't work, Glin!" Bandy agonized! "The clinic has a security fence, razor wire, and guards!"
"Oh MY!" The black woman chuckled. "I know, Bandy, but we've got right on our side." Glinnis darted to a hall closet and rummaged efficiently. She withdrew a dark shape, "And I've got gun." She quickly affixed the holster under her left arm.
"What the fuck!" Bandy was understandably weirded out. "I'm calling the police."
"That's a better idea." Glinnis nodded. "If you want to hand your boys over the social services. You signed off on their experimental treatment. Now you have proof that the clinic was never accredited by the state. Talk about easy adjudication of parental neglect!" The lanky but buxom woman grabbed her keys at the door. "I'll drive."
Proof had arrived by FedEx, in an envelope from the clinic's supposed board of directors. The documents not only disclaimed any involvement, they included background checks on the primary physician.
Dr. Gradius Hammergloch was in truth an honor graduate from Columbia University, trained at Mount Sinai hospital. However, since earning those stellar credentials, he had left a trail of suspected, illegal genetic experimentation. The unethical doctor would shut down his research whenever an authority came asking questions, then restart the secret work beyond their jurisdiction.
Bandy was used to riding shotgun on her friend's occasional, manic adventures. None of them had been as dangerous as armed confrontation with security guards. Bandy wasn't one to quiver in fear, but she felt she had no better options. "Fine, but you stay in the car. I'll talk to the guard at the front gate."
The drive took nearly an hour. The research facility was tucked away between farmland and foothills. Bandy dashed out of the car before it halted in front of the main gate. The place wasn't huge, two buildings enclosed by a security fence. One was a renovated barn. The other was a modern office building large enough for two doctors to practice. Dr. Hammergloch's business used all of both buildings. His staff were two nurses and a clerk if you didn't count the two security guards that randomly changed out to provide 24/7 protection.
She had left her sons, Dave and Clinton, in his care. A room had been prepared for them to sleep and occupy their time with online schooling and online gaming. They also enjoyed going for walks and adventures in the nearby hills, always accompanied by a guard, except for when their hormone treatments sapped their energy. Bandy had visited them every day for the first month, then three or four times a week, until the boys told her they were big enough to handle themselves.
She still visited twice a week. It was a long drive, and gas was expensive. Because the treatments were an experiment, the doctor couldn't charge for them.
In the last six weeks, Bandy had confronted the doctor multiple times. "The treatment isn't working. I don't see them getting bigger."
He consoled her. "We've talked about this to death, Bandy." The doctor's firm jaw and steeled gaze gave her pause. He was incredibly confident that progress was being made. "I could show you the records, but take it from me. Dave's musculature has increased by fourteen percent, and he is now one point seven centimeters taller. Clinton hasn't fared as well, but his growth is measurable. I suspect it has to do with him being the older sibling."
During her most recent visit to check on her sons, she had argued. "I've been studying preteen growth patterns, Doctor. The growth you claim for my boys is easily explained by normal puberty!"
He stood firm. "Yes, well the internet has all sorts of 'information.' Please, let me do my work. You go enjoy the company of your sons. That's your job."
Bandy did spend time with her boys. They seemed extraordinarily excited to see her.
"Hey, Mom! You're looking great!" Clinton's eyes raked up and down his mother's curves. Bandy's boobs were an inch smaller than Glinnis' melons, but her ass was two sizes larger. She also had a tighter belly.
Glinnis was quite content with her softer tummy. "More bounce for doing the bouncy-bouncy!" She explained.
Dave ran up and hugged his mom, burying his head between her boobs and swiping his face, left and right against them. That's when Bandy felt something quite large against her knee. It was soft and hard at the same time.
Before she could contemplate the sensation, Clinton pulled her away. "Let me take your jacket, Mom. Come and relax. You can even take off your clothes!" His eyes shined at the prospect.
Dave began bouncing on the balls of his feet. "Gosh, you're sexy!" His hands dithered at the sides of his hips. He acted ready to leap on top of her!
Before she knew what she was doing, Bandy dashed out of their room and drove home, shocked by her sons' behavior!
The next day, she called the clinic. Nobody answered.
Now she was racing away from Glinnis's car, towards the front gate! Someone had locked it with a heavy chain and an expensive, unpick-able lock. However, no guard sat at their post in the tiny booth next to the gate.
Glinnis climbed out of her Rivian truck, leaving the door open. She went to its covered bed and unlocked it while her friend rattled the gate uselessly. "Clinton! Dave!" She hollered!
"Give me room, Honey." The dark woman appeared silently next to Bandy. "I can't believe you're wearing stilettos, and I've got go-go boots on, for this shit." She fitted a crowbar between a link of the heavy chain. "Pull with me." ...and made room on the bar's end for her friend's hands.
Together, they strained and groaned, and the chain link exploded free!
"Gods, I'm glad you're with me!" Bandy darted onto the grounds. Glinnis jogged behind her, eyes peeled for danger.
"Clinton! Dave!" The mother shouted! "I'm taking you home!" She reached the front door of the clinic's office, but it was also locked.
The steel post came away from its slot, with only Bandy's strength at the crowbar. "Why do you have such a heavy bar?"
"When size is important, it's important." Glinnis gave half a grin.
Before opening the door - to whatever dangers awaited - Bandy fretted. "What if he took them away?"
"No chance, Bandy!" Glinnis assured her friend. "The doctor's car and his staff's are parked in the lot. Only the security vehicle is missing."
"Be ready for anything." Bandy mustered courage and flung herself into the entry hall.
"OH FUCK!" She cried out instantly and halted after two strides within.
Glinnis ducked inside and saw the mess. "Eeww."
A young man's body lay motionless, half hidden by the reception desk. Blood had seeped from his mouth to form a pool the size of a small steak.
"Focus, Bandy." Glinnis grabbed her friend by the elbow and pulled her in the direction of her sons' living quarters.
From a room behind the desk, A young woman screeched. "AAAA!!! YOU'RE KILLING ME!!!"
Glinnis turned, ready to defend herself. Yet it was Bandy who grabbed her elbow! "Don't give a fuck. That wasn't my boys." She only had to tug her friend once. They ran the rest of the way.
The door to the boys' quarters was also locked! "Danny! Clinton!" Their mother called while Glinnis fit her bar to the door.
"It's MOMMY!" Clinton shouted to his brother.
"MOMMY! MOMMY! I NEED YOU!" Little Dave clamored!
"WE NEED YOU!" Clinton joined in the call for help.
SMASH! Their door broke free of the lock and swung inward! The boys jumped back -- FULLY NAKED! Their hands were wrapped around the largest erect penises either woman had ever seen! In fact, the younger boy hadn't accounted for the mass of his erection when jumping away from the swinging door. It's heavy slap against his belly toppled him onto his back. "OW!"
Yet the unexpected fall did not interrupt either boy's rapid hand motions. "Gotta cum! Gotta cum!" Clinton masturbated and scurried up to his mother. "Gods you are gorgeous, Mommy! You need me to fuck you right?" He looked and sounded half crazed. "I-I need it - to fuck you! PLEASE! RIGHT NOW!" He let go of his huge dick and grabbed his mother's jacket!
Both women froze, stunned from disbelief and astonishment. Before either woman broke from their deep reverie, Dave had sprang up and flew at Glinnis. His fingers tore at her clothes. He would have ran to his mother, but Clinton was already disrobing her!
Yet before either of the women had lost more than their jackets and blouses, they snapped out of shock. Due to the certainty of danger from elsewhere in the clinic, being half-naked except for their voluminous bras, hardly concerned them.
The woman who had screamed before, suddenly shrieked in agony! Her piercing cry echoed through the building. Then the air was silent.
Bandy grabbed Clinton by his hair. "We're getting you out of here!" She wrenched her older boy around and headed for the main hall.
Glinnis grabbed Dave by the shoulder, her fingers sinking into his small frame like claws. "With me, Davey." She turned to the door.
Halfway down the hall, Bandy tumbled to the floor. Clinton had managed to drag his mother's slacks down to mid-thigh. She raged, "We have to get out of here, Clint!" and fought her son for control of the garment's waistband.
"I need to fuck you!" Clinton fought back, but he was losing due to his demure size.
WHAP! Suddenly the older boy was knocked to the floor, Glinnis having slapped his head as powerfully as she dared. "Stop fooling around! This is serious!"
Under her painful grip, Dave was crying. "I need to cum!" He had reverted to masturbating again. His eyes were glued to the holster under her arm.
The next incredible event was the abrupt appearance of an older woman, Nurse Jefferies, Bandy remembered, limping from the room where a young woman had been screaming. Bandy realized that the older nurse couldn't have screamed like that. The other nurse must have. The mother felt sharp sympathy, noticing blood trickling down the limping woman's left leg.
Bandy tugged her slacks back in place and considered helping the stumbling, old woman. She was in their way of escape though. She looked back at Clinton who was getting to his feet. "We have to go!"
A deep shout boomed into the hall. "GOD THAT WAS INCREDIBLE! I MUST HAVE MORE!" Dr. Hammergloch stormed out chasing his aging nurse. The man's features, his nose, ears, lips and even his fingers seemed to be growing by the second! It was his enormous cock that grabbed the women's attention. The tip was the size of a grapefruit and it was nearly touching his chin!
Glinnis reached for her pistol. "Fuck this!" she thought, but her right hand grasped an empty holster!
BANG! The report blasted Glinnis' ears. The bullet ricocheted down the hall. She lost all awareness for a heartbeat, just long enough for Davey and the gun in his hand to escape her clutch and quickly retreat beyond her reach!
"You have to fuck us." The chrome steel, semi-automatic pistol shook in his hand. If he fired it again, anyone in the hall might be its next victim. "Take off your clothes."
The doctor raged, "Come here, Nurse. You and your ugly cunt are going to feel hell on my ride to heaven!" Incredibly, he was unaware that a gun had been fired or that people were watching. That how powerfully he wanted more sex.
"Help me! SOMEONE!" The piteous woman began to crawl away from the towering, avariciously advancing attacker. She noticed Bandy, her two sons and her African-American sister confronting a preteen with a gun. She reached out a hand. "PLEASE!"
The doctor grabbed her by an ankle and began dragging her to him.
Bandy's attention and Clinton's had swiveled to the gun in Davey's hand. "No, Honey! Put that down."
"You and Aunty have to fuck us, Mommy." The gun jerked when he cried, "RIGHT NOW!"
"Give me the gun, Sweetheart." Speaking softly, Glinnis dared to extend her right palm. "I'll give it right back if you let me shoot the doctor. He did this to you, right! I promise I'll give it back."
The doctor and nurse continued to gloat and whimper.
Davey's eyes never wavered from the massive juggs behind Glinnis' bra.
"And we'll fuck you!" Bandy added, hissing. "Here." She offered her wrists to Clinton. "Help Glinnis get back her gun, and I'll do everything you want."
Clinton grabbed her wrists and twisted one, immobilizing his mother. His cock was desperate to cum! Still he kept one eye on the doctor, unlike his brother. "In here, Davey." He nodded at double doors in the middle of the hall. They led to the doctor's large research lab.
It could even serve as an operating room, in a pinch, Bandy remembered. "Fine." Getting out of the hall where an old lady was about to be raped by a monster, wasn't the worst idea. "Glinnis." She hissed.
"Is that okay?" Glinnis asked Davey.
The boy's brain was scrambled with lust, but he nodded. The gun nearly jumped in his hand. His left hand was again jerking on his ten inch prick.
Clinton led the way into the lab, maintaining the wrist lock on his mother. He spied the large table-bed and tugged her towards it.
Glinnis backed her way through the two-way double doors. Davey kept his distance from her, always threatening her with her own weapon. "Need to cum." He chanted.
When the doors settled closed, Glinnis tried again. "We're safe here." She didn't dare move her eyes from the child, to examine the room. "You can give me the gun now."
"Take off your pants!" Davey ordered. "And your underwear."
by DiscipleN
(mom-son, incest, Fm, MILF, interracial drug enhancement, size, rape, {mentions of third party violence, bloodshed, and suffering})
--- 1 ---
Bandy Fontana hung up on her unanswered call. She couldn't reach the doctor nor his staff. The clinic's answering system hadn't even sent her to voicemail! In desperation she ran next door to her friend, Glinnis Hobbs, to borrow her phone, in case the clinic was blocking her number. "My sons!"
Bandy's panic moved Glinnis to think of a better option than calling the clinic manically. They had lived on the same suburban cul-de-sac for nearly eight years. She had helped Bandy many times with those boys. Twelve and thirteen years of age had seen them fight a losing battle with puberty. Some awful genetic condition, Glinnis forgot the name of it, kept the boys from growing!
The recessive gene had been passed down from their father who had refused to accept responsibility. He swore the two boys weren't his, despite the genetic evidence. Nor had he any inclination, when tests confirmed their condition, to help raise them. He'd fled to another country, hoping to escape paying support, but international cooperation favored the mother for once, and she was awarded his full net worth! The idiot wasn't going to need his minor wealth for the next five years anyway, in prison.
Glinnis wracked her brains. "We'll go to the clinic together and bring your boys home, Bandy."
Glinnis was proud of her African-American heritage. Her great-grandfather had founded a town in Pennsylvania at a time when local sentiment favored 'the coloreds.' The thousands strong community was a mixed race gem, an example of how diversity powers progress. Children of all colors excelled in the arts and sciences for two generations before the Great Depression broke its economic backbone. Still The Hobbs dynasty fared well, and these days, Glinnis' only worry was, if she had become too white for her black friends. They laughed about it, but the concept was out there.
"That won't work, Glin!" Bandy agonized! "The clinic has a security fence, razor wire, and guards!"
"Oh MY!" The black woman chuckled. "I know, Bandy, but we've got right on our side." Glinnis darted to a hall closet and rummaged efficiently. She withdrew a dark shape, "And I've got gun." She quickly affixed the holster under her left arm.
"What the fuck!" Bandy was understandably weirded out. "I'm calling the police."
"That's a better idea." Glinnis nodded. "If you want to hand your boys over the social services. You signed off on their experimental treatment. Now you have proof that the clinic was never accredited by the state. Talk about easy adjudication of parental neglect!" The lanky but buxom woman grabbed her keys at the door. "I'll drive."
Proof had arrived by FedEx, in an envelope from the clinic's supposed board of directors. The documents not only disclaimed any involvement, they included background checks on the primary physician.
Dr. Gradius Hammergloch was in truth an honor graduate from Columbia University, trained at Mount Sinai hospital. However, since earning those stellar credentials, he had left a trail of suspected, illegal genetic experimentation. The unethical doctor would shut down his research whenever an authority came asking questions, then restart the secret work beyond their jurisdiction.
Bandy was used to riding shotgun on her friend's occasional, manic adventures. None of them had been as dangerous as armed confrontation with security guards. Bandy wasn't one to quiver in fear, but she felt she had no better options. "Fine, but you stay in the car. I'll talk to the guard at the front gate."
The drive took nearly an hour. The research facility was tucked away between farmland and foothills. Bandy dashed out of the car before it halted in front of the main gate. The place wasn't huge, two buildings enclosed by a security fence. One was a renovated barn. The other was a modern office building large enough for two doctors to practice. Dr. Hammergloch's business used all of both buildings. His staff were two nurses and a clerk if you didn't count the two security guards that randomly changed out to provide 24/7 protection.
She had left her sons, Dave and Clinton, in his care. A room had been prepared for them to sleep and occupy their time with online schooling and online gaming. They also enjoyed going for walks and adventures in the nearby hills, always accompanied by a guard, except for when their hormone treatments sapped their energy. Bandy had visited them every day for the first month, then three or four times a week, until the boys told her they were big enough to handle themselves.
She still visited twice a week. It was a long drive, and gas was expensive. Because the treatments were an experiment, the doctor couldn't charge for them.
In the last six weeks, Bandy had confronted the doctor multiple times. "The treatment isn't working. I don't see them getting bigger."
He consoled her. "We've talked about this to death, Bandy." The doctor's firm jaw and steeled gaze gave her pause. He was incredibly confident that progress was being made. "I could show you the records, but take it from me. Dave's musculature has increased by fourteen percent, and he is now one point seven centimeters taller. Clinton hasn't fared as well, but his growth is measurable. I suspect it has to do with him being the older sibling."
During her most recent visit to check on her sons, she had argued. "I've been studying preteen growth patterns, Doctor. The growth you claim for my boys is easily explained by normal puberty!"
He stood firm. "Yes, well the internet has all sorts of 'information.' Please, let me do my work. You go enjoy the company of your sons. That's your job."
Bandy did spend time with her boys. They seemed extraordinarily excited to see her.
"Hey, Mom! You're looking great!" Clinton's eyes raked up and down his mother's curves. Bandy's boobs were an inch smaller than Glinnis' melons, but her ass was two sizes larger. She also had a tighter belly.
Glinnis was quite content with her softer tummy. "More bounce for doing the bouncy-bouncy!" She explained.
Dave ran up and hugged his mom, burying his head between her boobs and swiping his face, left and right against them. That's when Bandy felt something quite large against her knee. It was soft and hard at the same time.
Before she could contemplate the sensation, Clinton pulled her away. "Let me take your jacket, Mom. Come and relax. You can even take off your clothes!" His eyes shined at the prospect.
Dave began bouncing on the balls of his feet. "Gosh, you're sexy!" His hands dithered at the sides of his hips. He acted ready to leap on top of her!
Before she knew what she was doing, Bandy dashed out of their room and drove home, shocked by her sons' behavior!
The next day, she called the clinic. Nobody answered.
Now she was racing away from Glinnis's car, towards the front gate! Someone had locked it with a heavy chain and an expensive, unpick-able lock. However, no guard sat at their post in the tiny booth next to the gate.
Glinnis climbed out of her Rivian truck, leaving the door open. She went to its covered bed and unlocked it while her friend rattled the gate uselessly. "Clinton! Dave!" She hollered!
"Give me room, Honey." The dark woman appeared silently next to Bandy. "I can't believe you're wearing stilettos, and I've got go-go boots on, for this shit." She fitted a crowbar between a link of the heavy chain. "Pull with me." ...and made room on the bar's end for her friend's hands.
Together, they strained and groaned, and the chain link exploded free!
"Gods, I'm glad you're with me!" Bandy darted onto the grounds. Glinnis jogged behind her, eyes peeled for danger.
"Clinton! Dave!" The mother shouted! "I'm taking you home!" She reached the front door of the clinic's office, but it was also locked.
The steel post came away from its slot, with only Bandy's strength at the crowbar. "Why do you have such a heavy bar?"
"When size is important, it's important." Glinnis gave half a grin.
Before opening the door - to whatever dangers awaited - Bandy fretted. "What if he took them away?"
"No chance, Bandy!" Glinnis assured her friend. "The doctor's car and his staff's are parked in the lot. Only the security vehicle is missing."
"Be ready for anything." Bandy mustered courage and flung herself into the entry hall.
"OH FUCK!" She cried out instantly and halted after two strides within.
Glinnis ducked inside and saw the mess. "Eeww."
A young man's body lay motionless, half hidden by the reception desk. Blood had seeped from his mouth to form a pool the size of a small steak.
"Focus, Bandy." Glinnis grabbed her friend by the elbow and pulled her in the direction of her sons' living quarters.
From a room behind the desk, A young woman screeched. "AAAA!!! YOU'RE KILLING ME!!!"
Glinnis turned, ready to defend herself. Yet it was Bandy who grabbed her elbow! "Don't give a fuck. That wasn't my boys." She only had to tug her friend once. They ran the rest of the way.
The door to the boys' quarters was also locked! "Danny! Clinton!" Their mother called while Glinnis fit her bar to the door.
"It's MOMMY!" Clinton shouted to his brother.
"MOMMY! MOMMY! I NEED YOU!" Little Dave clamored!
"WE NEED YOU!" Clinton joined in the call for help.
SMASH! Their door broke free of the lock and swung inward! The boys jumped back -- FULLY NAKED! Their hands were wrapped around the largest erect penises either woman had ever seen! In fact, the younger boy hadn't accounted for the mass of his erection when jumping away from the swinging door. It's heavy slap against his belly toppled him onto his back. "OW!"
Yet the unexpected fall did not interrupt either boy's rapid hand motions. "Gotta cum! Gotta cum!" Clinton masturbated and scurried up to his mother. "Gods you are gorgeous, Mommy! You need me to fuck you right?" He looked and sounded half crazed. "I-I need it - to fuck you! PLEASE! RIGHT NOW!" He let go of his huge dick and grabbed his mother's jacket!
Both women froze, stunned from disbelief and astonishment. Before either woman broke from their deep reverie, Dave had sprang up and flew at Glinnis. His fingers tore at her clothes. He would have ran to his mother, but Clinton was already disrobing her!
Yet before either of the women had lost more than their jackets and blouses, they snapped out of shock. Due to the certainty of danger from elsewhere in the clinic, being half-naked except for their voluminous bras, hardly concerned them.
The woman who had screamed before, suddenly shrieked in agony! Her piercing cry echoed through the building. Then the air was silent.
Bandy grabbed Clinton by his hair. "We're getting you out of here!" She wrenched her older boy around and headed for the main hall.
Glinnis grabbed Dave by the shoulder, her fingers sinking into his small frame like claws. "With me, Davey." She turned to the door.
Halfway down the hall, Bandy tumbled to the floor. Clinton had managed to drag his mother's slacks down to mid-thigh. She raged, "We have to get out of here, Clint!" and fought her son for control of the garment's waistband.
"I need to fuck you!" Clinton fought back, but he was losing due to his demure size.
WHAP! Suddenly the older boy was knocked to the floor, Glinnis having slapped his head as powerfully as she dared. "Stop fooling around! This is serious!"
Under her painful grip, Dave was crying. "I need to cum!" He had reverted to masturbating again. His eyes were glued to the holster under her arm.
The next incredible event was the abrupt appearance of an older woman, Nurse Jefferies, Bandy remembered, limping from the room where a young woman had been screaming. Bandy realized that the older nurse couldn't have screamed like that. The other nurse must have. The mother felt sharp sympathy, noticing blood trickling down the limping woman's left leg.
Bandy tugged her slacks back in place and considered helping the stumbling, old woman. She was in their way of escape though. She looked back at Clinton who was getting to his feet. "We have to go!"
A deep shout boomed into the hall. "GOD THAT WAS INCREDIBLE! I MUST HAVE MORE!" Dr. Hammergloch stormed out chasing his aging nurse. The man's features, his nose, ears, lips and even his fingers seemed to be growing by the second! It was his enormous cock that grabbed the women's attention. The tip was the size of a grapefruit and it was nearly touching his chin!
Glinnis reached for her pistol. "Fuck this!" she thought, but her right hand grasped an empty holster!
BANG! The report blasted Glinnis' ears. The bullet ricocheted down the hall. She lost all awareness for a heartbeat, just long enough for Davey and the gun in his hand to escape her clutch and quickly retreat beyond her reach!
"You have to fuck us." The chrome steel, semi-automatic pistol shook in his hand. If he fired it again, anyone in the hall might be its next victim. "Take off your clothes."
The doctor raged, "Come here, Nurse. You and your ugly cunt are going to feel hell on my ride to heaven!" Incredibly, he was unaware that a gun had been fired or that people were watching. That how powerfully he wanted more sex.
"Help me! SOMEONE!" The piteous woman began to crawl away from the towering, avariciously advancing attacker. She noticed Bandy, her two sons and her African-American sister confronting a preteen with a gun. She reached out a hand. "PLEASE!"
The doctor grabbed her by an ankle and began dragging her to him.
Bandy's attention and Clinton's had swiveled to the gun in Davey's hand. "No, Honey! Put that down."
"You and Aunty have to fuck us, Mommy." The gun jerked when he cried, "RIGHT NOW!"
"Give me the gun, Sweetheart." Speaking softly, Glinnis dared to extend her right palm. "I'll give it right back if you let me shoot the doctor. He did this to you, right! I promise I'll give it back."
The doctor and nurse continued to gloat and whimper.
Davey's eyes never wavered from the massive juggs behind Glinnis' bra.
"And we'll fuck you!" Bandy added, hissing. "Here." She offered her wrists to Clinton. "Help Glinnis get back her gun, and I'll do everything you want."
Clinton grabbed her wrists and twisted one, immobilizing his mother. His cock was desperate to cum! Still he kept one eye on the doctor, unlike his brother. "In here, Davey." He nodded at double doors in the middle of the hall. They led to the doctor's large research lab.
It could even serve as an operating room, in a pinch, Bandy remembered. "Fine." Getting out of the hall where an old lady was about to be raped by a monster, wasn't the worst idea. "Glinnis." She hissed.
"Is that okay?" Glinnis asked Davey.
The boy's brain was scrambled with lust, but he nodded. The gun nearly jumped in his hand. His left hand was again jerking on his ten inch prick.
Clinton led the way into the lab, maintaining the wrist lock on his mother. He spied the large table-bed and tugged her towards it.
Glinnis backed her way through the two-way double doors. Davey kept his distance from her, always threatening her with her own weapon. "Need to cum." He chanted.
When the doors settled closed, Glinnis tried again. "We're safe here." She didn't dare move her eyes from the child, to examine the room. "You can give me the gun now."
"Take off your pants!" Davey ordered. "And your underwear."