Things: Part Two

The town of Haden's Creek undergoes a bizarre transformation when some... things begin making changes in town. Kathy knows what they make her believe is a lie, but like everyone else, she's powerless to stop them from altering the residents.

Kathy's son is her "boyfriend." Her husband's "girlfriend" is their daughter, Trish. Kathy knows this to be true, and that their relationship is completely normal.

Only, Kathy also knows that it is a lie. There is nothing normal about it. Like everyone else, though, she's trapped in her own head, following the instructions she's being given by the things that have invaded Haden's Creek.

As each day passes, the lies that the residents are living become more and more their reality. Unless Kathy and her family can find a way to break the hold these things have over them all, the truth of who they were will be forgotten entirely.

Part One

Chapter Three: An Average Day at School

There were things that Kathy knew, and things she did not. She knew she’d spent most of the night being railed by her son. She also knew it had been the most intense sexual experience of her life. She did not know what the things were, nor did she know why they were in her head. She did not know why they were scrambling her brain, and making her know other things that were clearly untrue.

She knew that she had a job, which she was supposed to get ready for and go to. However, she also knew that she had to go to school with her boyfriend. Her boyfriend was her son, and that she also knew. Only, she knew that wasn’t true, because mother’s do not have their sons as boyfriends. She knew the things were making her know all of this, and yet she wasn’t able to stop knowing it.

Knowing two things which contradicted one another made Kathy an anxious mess this morning, and she could see that Evan was having the same internal struggle. Still, they went about the morning like robots, programmed by the things and unable to stop following their instructions. The morning did not get any less strange when she made it down to the kitchen.

That was where she found Trish, on her knees, and Brad in a kitchen chair. Their daughter had her father’s cock down her throat. She moaned and drooled over the length of his prick as she stuffed it down her throat, her hands squeezing his balls, while her father held a fistful of her blonde hair in his hand. And that was yet another thing that Kathy knew. Trish was a brunette, but Kathy knew that she was a blonde. Trish had small breasts, but Kathy knew that the set of large, round melons on her chest were the correct size.

Kathy wanted to stand stunned in the doorway when she was presented with this sight. She wanted to scream, rush forward, and drag her daughter away from Brad’s cock. Instead, she removed Brad’s hand from their daughter’s hair, replaced it with her own, and began to roughly use Trish’s head to masturbate her father’s prick.

“Ah, fuck,” Brad groaned. “That’s the way! Goddamn it!”

Tears streamed from Kathy’s eyes at her own actions. She couldn’t stop. She knew this was right. This was how it should be. Trish was Brad’s “girlfriend” in the same way that she was Evan’s. And girlfriends are supposed to be cock-hungry servants and breeding bitches. Kathy knew it, even though it was a lie.

Brad’s cock erupted in their daughter’s throat just as Evan walked into the kitchen. He put his hand in the center of Kathy’s back and pushed, bending her over the table. While Trish choked on the massive load filling her throat, Kathy yelped as her son pushed himself into her already-wet snatch. Evan’s pounded his meat into her right there at the kitchen table, in front of Brad and Trish, as if this were completely normal. Because it was. Kathy knew it.

***

It was an average day at Haden’s Creek High. Of course, Kathy knew that. There was nothing at all strange about the influx of new “students” in the building. Nor was there anything out of place about the “teachers” in the classrooms. It was completely normal to have things at the front of each class, bobbing back and forth on their tentacled “legs” as they instructed their students on what was right.

Kathy, dressed in a ridiculous miniskirt, high heels, and a too-tight cropped top, sat at a lab table with the boyfriend who was actually her son. She had a happy smile plastered on her face, which did not at all match the horror she truly felt. Evan’s fingers were between her legs, pumping her wet cunt as Kathy gripped the lab table, red-faced and panting as she approached another orgasm.

Every other woman in the room was in a similar state. There was Sandy Johnson and her nephew, Eddie, seated next to Barb Todd and her son, Dusty. Both women were all wrong, but Kathy knew it was right. The pair of them were blonde-haired with enhanced racks that spilled out of their tops. They looked more like plastic bimbo Barbie dolls than anything else. Just like Kathy. Like Trish.

The thing at the front of the class issued instructions to the “students” but it wasn’t speaking. It didn’t even have a mouth. Likely it had no vocal cords. Instead, the instructions were in Kathy’s head, directly in her mind, more images than words. It was like having it all downloaded straight into her brain.

Then the thing moved, sliding along on its tentacles, and stopping in front of Sandy in the front row. It raised one of those awful, slimy appendages, and pushed it into Sandy’s mouth. Sandy jerked in response as she felt the euphoria, the pleasure of whatever it was pumping into her, and then the appendage withdrew. Sandy orgasmed loudly just as the thing repeated the process with Barb.

It went to each table, doing the same to everyone, like giving them a further dose of terrible medicine to further cement its hold over them. Each time one of them orgasmed against their will, Kathy could feel the thing’s pleasure. The monsters were really getting off on this.

Kathy’s instructions told her that this was all completely normal. This was right. She was a sexual servant for her boyfriend. Haden’s Creek was a model for the rest of the world. Then it was Kathy’s turn to ingest her medicine.

Just as on the previous night, she swallowed the goo, felt the pleasure, the sweet and horrible taste of it. She bucked and came in her chair with Evan’s fingers up her cunt. And after the thing pulled the tentacle from her mouth, she turned to her son and pushed her tongue into his mouth. This was completely normal. Making out like a horny teenager with her son was just an average day at school.

***

It was past noon and Kathy was in the locker room, getting ready for physical education. The locker rooms were co-ed, and that was completely normal. Only Kathy also knew that it shouldn’t be. She should not be stripping in front of other students, least of all her son, her daughter, and the husband that was no longer her husband.

This was an average day at Haden’s Creek High, though, and an average day at school meant wearing a sluttified version of tennis skirt and tube top to gym class. The top was nearly impossible to fit over her enlarged tits, and every other woman in the locker room had the same issue. The men, too, had their own issues. They were all erect, and their cocks were at least eight to nine thick inches. Their hard-ons pressed obscenely against their gym shorts, and their muscled arms threatened to tear their tight shirts open when they flexed.

Physical education turned out to be yet another horror, but Kathy knew that it was completely normal. While the men sat on the bleachers, their “girlfriends” bent over in front of them and sucked their cocks. While Kathy slobbered on Evan’s fat prick, the thing that was their teacher pushed one of its tentacles into her cunt.

Kathy wept, even as she smiled, while Evan used her face to masturbate, and the thing pumped its euphoric goo into her womb. And as it did, Kathy gained more knowledge. She knew that the gooey deposit would make her more fertile, and that from now on she’d be slick and ready to fuck every moment of the day. She already felt it. Her pussy was so wet that girl juice ran down her legs.

Evan met her eyes, and she saw the reflected horror of her own face, made even more horrible by the stupid, brainless smile she wore. She moaned and drooled around her son’s oversized prick. Evan grunted and discharged another load of cum down her throat, which made Kathy’s knees weak. She moaned again, and the sound was repeated by Sandy, next to her, then by Barb, then Trish.

***

Rather than the final class of the day being held in a classroom, the large student body gathered in the gym. Kathy sat on Evan’s lap, bouncing up and down on his cock. Next to her, Trish did the same, biting her lip, her face flushed, as she rode her daddy’s prick. Kathy knew this was as it should be, and that there was nothing at all wrong with it. But there was.

While the female students each rode their boyfriends, a group of things stood assembled on the floor of the gym. This was the same place where only two nights ago, Kathy sat and watched the basketball game. Now, the cheerleaders were all slutty bimbo, happily bouncing away on the enhanced fucksticks of their fathers, brothers, cousins, and uncles. The basketball team had their dicks buried in their sisters, mothers, aunts, and cousins.

On the floor of the gym, Principal Weathers, lay strapped to pommel horse. The things watched as, one by one, her seven sons took turns rutting into their mother. Weathers screamed in delight as each of them pumped her full of incestuous goo. They held her hips and battered her fuckhole with long, deep strokes until they’d all given their mother a thorough injection of cock cream. From 18-year old Nick, to his 29-year old twin brothers, Bill and Barry, each of her boys hammered her cunt.

Each time one of them plastered her insides with semen, Kathy trembled and had a violent, mind-melting orgasm. Because this is what was right. She knew that it was proper for Weathers to be inseminated by her boys. It was completely normal and right that she should orgasm from the sight of it. Solidarity. Enjoyment. Fulfillment. They were thoughts more than actual words, but they came in a constant stream.

Kathy knew it was only the things putting those thoughts there. But they were the truth, even though they were a lie. The most terrifying part, though, was not the thoughts themselves, or even the fact that Kathy knew they were a lie. The most terrifying part was that the longer the thoughts went on, the more her own thoughts became the lie. The new truths they were giving her were eroding her own truth, and if they didn’t find a way to stop them, Kathy knew that the new truths would become the only truth. But even that was right. That was the power of the education system at work. It was just another average day at school.

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What else can go wrong in this little town? Find out in the full story, Things.

Things: A Fantasy of Mind Control, Invasion, and Incest

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