You feel a small hand on your impossibly long legs. Looking down, you see Akira, your gorgeous baby girl, staring back at you, her eyes watery.
"Mommy, I'm hungry," she whimpers. You scoop her up, your pouty lips depressing even further as you frown at her discomfort.
"Aw, Akira, don't cry. It makes you look so ugly," you chastise. It was true. Akira took after you, even at just one year old. She had your perfect, silky skin, white as bone and pure as snow. Her eyes were two dark, hypnotic pools, and her raven black hair fanned out around her shoulders in a halo of golden light. You don't remember her father very well, just another member of your orgies who took your fancy long enough for you to deem him worthy of impregnating you. You know he was Japanese, and passed his gorgeous hair and almond-shaped eyes onto your child, lending her a serene, oriental charm.
But at the moment, Akira's face is blotchy and red, her eyes puffy, marring her incredible beauty. That won't do. You quickly unfasten your bra and cradle Akira's head close to your breast, sighing as she sucks eagerly on your nipple. "Ah, yes, that's it, Akira," you whisper. "Drink up, as much as you want."
The flashlight falls from your hands, hitting the ground. You don't notice the glow turning blue, nor its glow washing over Akira's body.
You pat Akio's head, watching as your baby boy greedily laps up your milk. He's always been incredibly developed for a one-year-old, obscenely muscular for his age, though not in a way that diminishes his beauty. If anything, his musculature makes him all the more handsome. You sigh, absent-mindedly playing with his hair. You wish you could keep him at this age forever, but alas, your milk's enhancing qualities mature him far too quickly. Soon too heavy to hold, you drop the ten-year-old, watching as he matures further.
Unbeknownst to either of you, Akio fell onto the flashlight, triggering it, as it was squashed under his genitals.
You watch as Akio downs more and more of your milk, his already gorgeous body becoming ethereal in its beauty. He grows, taller than even your 6-foot height, a massive, 8-foot Hercules, dripping lust and desire, breathing out mists of alpha pheromones. He detaches himself from your nipple, licking his lips seductively as he grins at you.
"Thank you, mommy," he smirks, his voice a deep baritone. "That was just what I needed."
You watch as your twenty-five-year-old son stretches himself to his full height, pulling you at eye level with his incredible pecs. Suddenly, you feel yourself rise off the floor and look down, startled.
There, between your legs, is Akio's cock.
Further enhanced by your ambrosia, the rod is a whopping foot and a half in diameter and stretches out five feet from his groin. Akio's incredible muscles make it hard as steel, and able to lift you easily. The cock's huge veins pulse rhythmically with lust, launching you higher and higher. Blood rushes through the angry, red dick, and you feel its searing heat on your thighs. You frown.
"Akio, what have I told you about teasing me with your dick?"
He sighs. "If I'm going to fuck you, I might as well do it properly," he mumbles, reciting your words. You smile and nod, remembering the days when he only had a 3-foot cock to control.
"Good," you say, squirming your way off his dick before presenting him with your backside. "Now, Mommy's ready for you, so what are you waiting for?"