The Devil's Delights

"Why wouldn't you tell me?!"

"Would you relax, mom? I told you, it was just a vitamin. It'll help."

"You can't just spike my coffee like that! What kind of vitamin is this supposed to be that you wouldn't even tell me about it?!"

"A good kind! It'll give you more energy. Just wait. In a few minutes, you'll feel amazing."

"If I get sick, you are so grounded!"

"Mmmm..."

"Feeling rejuvenated, mom?"

"Hmm? Heh. That's a word for it, I guess. Just feel so light and... amazing!"

"I told you. Take another one tomorrow and see how much that helps."

"Can't wait. Hehehe!"

"You're sure that was just a vitamin?"

"You seem pretty suspicious for someone who looks like new. It's working great, so what's the problem?"

"I just... I can’t believe how great I'm feeling. And you were right. I look younger and hotter than I have in years!"

"Hotter, huh? Well you do look pretty great."

"Oh, hush. Maybe I shouldn't..."

"You've already taken one. If you want to get the best results, you need to keep taking them for at least a week. But if you really wanna stop..."

"No. No, I want more. It's just... am I overthinking this?"

"Yes. But luckily, it can help that too. Here."

"Mmmmn~ Yeahhh~"

"Whoa... You good, mom?"

"Mmm hmmm. So good..."

"That last vitamin sure loosened you up. Good thing I gave you a double dose."

"Hmmm. Really? Hehe. Thanks, baby!"

"No problem, mom. Seeing how relaxed you are, we should probably up the dose all together. Sound good, hot stuff?"

"Hehehe. Hey, don't call me that. I'm still, like, your mommy."

"Oh my gawd! Look at how hot I am! Hehehe!"

"Trust me, I am looking~ You're incredible, Hot stuff. Almost completely transformed..."

"Trans-wha? I mean my cute new clothes! Don't they make me look, like, so totally cute? Hehehe!"

"Oh. Totally cute, Hot stuff."

"Hehe. I thought I told you not call me that, didn’t I? Mmmm~ Even if I totally am hot stuff."

"Um, no? You were the one who told me call you that. Cause of how much you like showing off."

"Like, really? Hehe. I am so dumb. I can't even think. Just so hot and...good...Mmph~"

"Glad to hear you say that. Cause it's time for your next dose!"

"Like Hot stuff's new necklace, baby?~ Hehehe!"

"Did you buy that so I would look at your titties more?"

"Hehehe! Maaaaybe~"

"You want me to take you to the bedroom again, Hot stuff?"

"Hehehehe! Mmm hmm~"

She was a few steps up the second flight of stairs when her brain caught up with what her eyes had seen.

There was a man on the landing, watching her.

Wasn't there? There couldn't be.

But she had seen him. Hadn't she?

Slowly, she began to turn, afraid of what might be behind her. That was when he spoke.

"You didn't see anyone," he said, in a deep, clear voice that seemed to bypass her ears entirely. "You are alone in the house. Carry on up the stairs and take a shower."

She didn't see anyone. Of course she didn't. She was alone in the house. She sighed with relief and continued up the stairs, pulling her top off as she headed towards the bathroom.

Thank you so much for trusting Pink Industries with this delicate situation.

Please understand that your mother is coming from a loving place and just wants what is best for you.

This is important because it will also explain your intentions for how to respond to her misled ideas about sex, porn, and women.

Start watching porn out in the open. Put it on the big TV in the main room, masturbate without shame. Your mother will be upset with this but her threats are empty. We've seen this behaviour before.

Tell her that her anger must come from her jealousy, that she must just secretly desire to be like the huge-titted plump-lipped cock-loving MILFs you're masturbating to in your porn videos. Wait until she's absolutely furious and then you should slide three Pink Pills into her mouth, cover her nose, and make her swallow. It seems intense but that is what is required in a case like this. You'll have placed her in the exact emotional state for her to turn into the best little Mommy Bimbo slut you could imagine. She'll make your breakfast every morning so that she can get on her knees and earn her own.

Happy Bimbofication!