“Cleo, no! I said no!” Barbara shouted. She pushed Cleo back; despite everything, Barbara was still far stronger than Cleo. Cleo fell backward, momentarily stunned.
“Now’s my chance!” Barbara said to herself. She quickly got up and grabbed the helmet, adjusting some of the settings randomly, trying to fix this. However, her eyes came across one, “submissiveness.” Right now, it was set in the middle right, reading “Dominant.” There were a few other settings, from left to right;
“Completely Obedient.” “Very submissive” “Submissive” “Neutral” “Dominant” “Very Dominant” and “Completely In Control.” That last one sounded ominous to Barbara. She switched it over to “Completely Obedient,” hoping to buy herself some time, closed the little door, and stuck the helmet on the quickly recovering Cleo.
“Hey! No, we can talk-“ Cleo tried to bargain as the helmet activated.
Cleo went limp as her body changed. Barbara looked at her daughter as more changes occurred. Firstly, Cleo’s cock shrunk down to about 7 inches, a shadow of its former self. Her testicles, however, were just as big and impressive as before, and Barbara noted, with a mixture of disgust and arousal, that her daughter’s pussy was still soaking wet and her cock was still rock hard. Barbara was then surprised by a chastity cage appearing on Cleo’s cock, stopping the erection; precum began to drip out of the caged cock. Cleo’s breasts grew another two cup sizes, her hips and ass growing a bit to match them, but the slight muscle she’d gained had disappeared, replaced by a soft but still taut tummy, her arms and legs much softer looking. Barbara noted Cleo’s erect nipples; she was obviously very aroused.
Suddenly, before Barbara could in the girl’s new body, the new Cleo stood straight up, as if awaiting orders.
“Cleo, sweetie, give me the helmet.” Barbara said, authoritatively.
Cleo removed the helmet, revealing long, bright pink hair. Cleo’s face had changed a bit, but Barbara didn’t process it quite yet. She was far more concerned with getting the helmet back.
“Yes, mother.” Cleo said, handing the helmet to Barbara, remaining just as stiff as she had been.
“Good girl.” Barbara said.
Cleo shuttered a bit, an orgasm filling her. Her caged cock sprayed cum directly below her.
“Wow, she came just from that? Well, at least she won’t try to fuck me again.” Barbara thought to herself.
“Cleo, be a good girl and go to your room. I permit you to masturbate until I need to speak to you again. Understood?” Barbara said.
“Yes mother!” Cleo said, a bit giddy but trying to remain composure. She quickly left the room.
“Okay, now I need to figure out what I’ve done.” Barbara muttered to herself.
She opened the panel again, looking at the screen and finding a portion marked “previous transformations.”
She selected Cleo from the list, and noted that there were two transformations. Barbara felt a bit shocked. “So she really didn’t have that cock until recently…” moving on, Barbara looked at Cleo’s most recent change.
The screen gave her a full rundown of what had changed.
Libido had been raised to “Very High.” Awareness had been turned off. That made sense, Cleo hadn’t seemed too shocked at the changes. “Genitals” was still set to “both” and the “cock” setting had been set to “Medium (5-7 inches.) The breast setting had been changed to upgrade two cup sizes instead of seven. Barbara noted that the “sexuality” tab was now on “Lesbian.” She found a tab that she had missed before which was labeled “unnatural hair color;” it was set to pink. And the most obvious change was the submissiveness one, the one she’d done on purpose.
Barbara didn’t realize she’d changed so much. Now, though, there was a new option she’d selected. “Auto fill in other changes depending on previous selections.” There was another list showing all of the changes.
The chastity cage was one of them, due to Cleo’s submissiveness, as was another note - “Mental change - loves being commanded and finds it sexually fulfilling.” Barbara noticed another new change, one titled “Master or Mistress” with Barbara as the new title holder. “Well, I suppose that makes sense.” Barbara said to herself.
She hadn’t realized how specific this was. Cleo’s face had changed to have more subtle makeup, with some changes to her facial features to make her look “meeker.” Cleo now had a ton of freckles, which she hadn’t before, and her nose was small compared to what it had originally been. Her lips had grown slightly, but now had a slight purse, as if she were always ready to say something but too nervous to speak up. Cleo’s body type had changed from “fit” to “soft but healthy.”
Barbara sat there, taking in what had actually happened. She wasn’t as stressed as she felt she should be, in fact it had been kinda… satisfying, to use the helmet on someone, even if it was her own daughter. While she hadn’t wanted to and felt it was a last ditch effort, it was almost *fun.* Her cock was rock hard, and she was doing her best to ignore it.
“Well, I can worry about that later. Right now I need to fix things. Maybe I could use the helmet on myself…”