With a flash, the light in the room went dark before rising back up slowly. Madame Illusia held out her hands to the heavens and squeezed her fingers tight into her palms. Damon felt as though he was punched in the gut as he scrambled to his feet which were quickly rising up to meet him. Monica watched in fascination as Damon continued to shrink, dwindling past 10, past 8, past 6… This wasn’t exactly what she had thought would happen.
“Monica?” Damon looked up at the woman who was once his beautiful younger girlfriend. He could barely see her past her new melon-like tits that were capped with darkened nipples. “Monica, I, I…” His voice was like a high-pitched squeal as he continued to shrink. “I love you.” Two years old now, Damon was losing his balance and his hair was thin and wispy.
“What’s happening?” Monica asked, more curious than worried.
“He’s going to be your son, right?” Stephan responded. “He’s got to start over to do that.”
Damon was soon just a naked baby, fallen onto his back with his arms and legs kicking impotently in the air. Somehow he managed to keep himself from crying despite the panic that was building in him. Monica was going to take care of things.
“Start over? Start over as what?” The 42-year-old woman’s eyes were wide with worry. She looked back at her boyfriend to see a puddle of semen that slowly snaked across the stage. She leapt up as it passed under her feet and found Jason with his massive cock still hanging out. The teen didn’t have time to react before the cum puddle that used to be Damon slithered into his cock and caused his balls to gain a not insignificant amount of weight. Jason moaned in pleasure as he felt the pressure to cum build up quickly in him.
“That’s not what I meant!” Monica exclaimed. “I’m not going to be pregnant. Not with HIS baby!” She jabbed a finger at Jason. “Look at me! I’m a sexy MILF bitch. I’m not ready to start a family this late in life. This body is made for sucking and fucking, not chasing after my weak spined former lover.”
Jason was taken aback by the outburst, but he couldn’t stop his cock from standing up at attention. Beneath, two softball sized balls looked to house the remains of Damon.
“This is the only way for your cuckold lover to be reborn,” Madame Illusia intoned, resting on the stage, weakened from the extreme use of magic. “I can do nothing more from here other than to guide Damon deeper into you.”
Monica’s jaw was held open in shock, but she seemed to understand what she had to do. Getting down to her knees, she crawled over to Jason, displaying her thick, wobbling ass to everyone in the tent. Jason didn’t even fight it as she wrapped her lips around his cock and slid it down her throat without a hint of resistance. The teen grabbed on to her head, but the MILF was quicker, snapping her neck back and forth, and building up a thick layer of saliva. Her hands busied themselves: one rubbing away at her clit while the other cradled Damon’s home in Jason’s balls.
“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna - I’m gonna-”
Monica didn’t stop, instead reaching out to grab the teen’s ass and pull him down deeper into her throat. Jason twitched as he had the most mind-shatteringly powerful orgasm of his life. His balls heaved up and down against the woman’s chin as he let loose rope after rope of the former cuck down Monica’s throat. Breathing out of her nose, the MILF waited for Jason to finish before slowly easing her mouth off of his cock. Thick strands of cum-Damon mingled with her spit, making little bubbles that dribbled from her lips.
Wiping up the mess and feeding it back into her slutty mouth, Monica shrugged. “I told you I’m not ready to have a kid.”