Total Reload
Chapter One
Picking up a cigarette and tortoise shell lighter from her nightstand, Brooks coughed through a celebratory smoke, a menthol, not really a flavor he would pick for his first time. However, he had watched her left foot violently twitch at the end of its restraints and go limp, after a 60 minute 27 second round of programming. A record, and looking at his phone, every stat was in the top ten percent, with many of them saturating at 100%. Tomorrow’s going to be the best day yet.
Seven Months earlier
Opening a new blank journal, the smell of leather and paper wafted up to meet Brooks as he wrote:
At this time, there is no known Ai to convert your mother into a willing sex slave. Something that I predict is being tirelessly worked on behind the closed doors of computer science think tanks everywhere. Likewise, searching for such knowledge will undoubtedly flag my s to be used as evidence against me, should this project come to light. However, there’s nothing to prevent me from using Ai to convert someone’s taste in, say, entertainment? Like causing a robot nerd to prefer westerns over science-fiction.Is it too soon on the project for the evil laugh?
Day 199
“Sir, I’ve been thinking,” said Jamie.
“What are you not supposed to do?”
“Think.”
“What’s bugging you so much that you break the first rule?”
“Well… I saw how you and Sean were looking at Sandy’s jugs, and I’m afraid you’d rather have her instead of me.”
“Of course, I’d rather have her than you, and she’s going to be mine any day now. Second, her boobs are natural. Get your tits out.”
Jamie quickly produced her naked breasts.
“See how small your tits are?”
“Sir, I would get implants for you.”
“An implant is a sack of plastic stuffed inside a boob. Maybe it looks good under your clothes, but it feels like a gummy bear. I want to feel the real you, and more importantly, I want you to feel it when I touch you,” he said, rolling her meaty nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
“So you’re not mad at me for thinking?”
“Eh, it’s a push. True you were thinking, but you were trying to be more sexy for me, so I’ll let it slide.”
“Oh thank you, sir. Thank you so much. How can I please you?”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever, get back in your cage. It’s time for nighty, night.”
“Yes… sir.”
Jamie put down her head and crawled back inside the dog carrier.
In the Beginning
Brooks arrived at the Pup Scout, Pound #127’s Pound-a-Rama at Pound Mother Sandy Hyatt’s home. Michael, who was a year older than the rest of the Pound, had been wearing his Bone Badge vertically to get Sandy’s attention.
“Michael, honey, why is your Bone Badge up and down instead of side to side?”
“Oh, it’s because I think you’re the No. 1 Pup Mom, Mrs. Hyatt,” he cooed, understanding full well the innuendo of a bone standing on its end.
“Aww, aren’t you just the cutest,” she said, hugging his head against her substantial chest, giving him an eyeful of cleavage.
The rest of that day, every Pup in the Pound wore a “Boner” for Mrs. Hyatt, including her own son, Sean.
The boys giggled over boner’s and boobs that night, while they watched a movie in the backyard, about a man who had a set of memories programmed into his mind to make him believe he had a long, luxurious vacation on Mars. Brooks looked at Sandy and had an epiphany. She’s a MILF. All of us boys are walking around with our “Boners” because she’s a MILF. His mother Jamie wasn’t a MILF, not even close.
But she could be… If she ed, she was a MILF once upon a time.
Then
Librarian Jamie Robinson, a bookish woman with square glasses, oily auburn hair, and serious wardrobe issues, the single mother of one, rarely did anything outside of her job at the library. Over the years, Jamie had brought her work home, filling her small apartment with hundreds of books. Haphazard stacks towering toward the ceiling, lined the walls, and filled the furniture, leaving narrow pathways through the apartment. Between all the books she read and the books she repaired, there was no place, no horizontal surface, or space remaining, except for Brooks’ bedroom. It became the only room with room, leading to some interesting rearrangements. Mostly, his bedroom became the dining room, and his mom’s dressing room, enticing him with frequent tantalizing glimpses of her naked body.
Brooks’ pup scout fascination of his mother took on a sexual tone as he matured, becoming an unstoppable yet impossible desire, until Ai. He now had all the elements to begin his grand scheme of mom conversion. He couldn’t help but imagine tracing his fingers along her naked body and holding her breasts in his hand. Fishing out his erection, Brooks bit his lip while beating off to thoughts of violating his mother, her large green eyes looking up from his cock during a blowjob and the slapping sound of their moist bodies smacking together. By the time he imagined slogging his greasy dick up the bud of her pink anus, he had cum. His long ropes of jism reached as far as the side of his face, covering his shirt.
Day Zero
“A new Fitbit, but they are expensive. I promise I’ll never take it off. Thank you, son, so much!” said Jamie, looking at the new Bluetooth enabled gadget.
“As a new employee I get a discount, and they were on special.”
“And you thought of me?”
“Mom, I’m always thinking about you,” he said, iring the nipples on her braless breasts behind her hand woven tunic top. It was almost possible to see her patchouli scented flesh, and yet like everything about her, it was tantalizingly opaque.
Brooks didn’t tell Jamie all the features of her new fitness tech. It monitored her steps and heart rate, sure. It also kept track of her galvanic skin response, respiration, and blood oxygen level. In short, if properly configured, she now wore a lie detector that reported back to Brook nonstop.
Day 1
Jamie sat lost in a book drinking a hot lemon spice tea, while eating her breakfast of whole grain granola, soy milk, and fresh peaches. She had loosely gathered her kinky dark-red-hair into a long, flowing sheave, which covered her back. Absentmindedly, she wiggled her toes inside her thick woolen socks, while reading with her feet propped up on the corner of Brooks’ bed. He had been awake with his eyes closed, curled in a comfortable warm bundle under the covers until his need to go pee overcame his resistance to the chilly bedroom.
Normally, he’d shoot a hand out of the covers and fish around in the clothes by his bed until he found his robe. Pulling it in with him to warm up a bit before he sat up facing away from his mother to don his robe and hurry off to the even colder bathroom. Not today. This morning, Brooks bravely stood up, his morning wood straining against the thin fabric of his boxers.
“Good morning,” he said, bringing his mom back to reality.
Her startled expression at the sight of his hard-on gave Brooks all the information he needed, as he quickly fastened his robe to avoid suspicion.
Still hard, even after he’d worked his way between the stacks of books to the kitchen, he put on the kettle while he made coffee and toast. But his erection waned in the morning chill, forcing Brooks to jack his meat so he could show off for her when returning to his bedroom.
“I brought you a heater,” he said, pouring the boiling water over the tea bag in his mother’s cup.
As he’d planned, the lump in his robe was at his mom’s eye level. Innocently munching on his toast, Brooks said nothing else and left to get his coffee. Hoping she would blame morning grogginess for his actions, he returned a second time sitting beside his mom at his computer table. He logged on to read her new Fitbit. The results seemed promising, as an elevated heart rate and increased breathing had coincided with his flirtatious behavior.
Day 107
“Can we talk?” she said, sitting on his bed.
“Sure mom.”
“I want to say I’m sorry for what happened at the movie. I’m losing my mind and becoming a monster,” she said, covering her face. “How do I explain this? I’ve never had a sex drive. I got artificially inseminated once when I got a job and this apartment. My child is, so far, the only man to have ever seen me naked. The only man I’ve ever touched or kissed. And now I’ve taken you into my mouth and swallowed your seed. I’ve gone from an asexual person to being, in fact, a repressed incestuous pervert.”
This complicated things. Brooks knew how to put a memory in her mind, but not how to remove it. Also, he didn’t understand. He had the data that showed beyond any doubt his mother was a very sexual being. The programming wouldn’t work if it didn’t resonate with the recipient. Whatever his mom believed about her sex drive, her body begged to differ.
In truth, her touching him, specifically a blowjob, had never happened. She had reacted to a memory Brooks had implanted in her mind about her sucking him off in the back of a movie theater, under the pretext of teaching him about dating. Maybe he should wait a couple of days. No, waiting is for losers, he’d invite her to the movies instead.
“You are the only person to touch me too, you know. A beautiful moment happened between two people that love each other, but I understand your point of view. As much as I want this new thing to continue, I’m willing to put aside my desires out of respect for your feelings. I want you to know I’m here for you. Just to prove it to you, let’s go to the movies tonight. I recall you thought that Sarah, plain and tall, might be good to watch.”
Day 57
“How about this?” Jamie said, twirling naked at the foot of Brooks’ bed.
She had shaved her legs and armpits for the first time in her life. Her clean hair lay in a wide, flat braid between her bare shoulder blades.
“I think it’s a little cold to be strutting around naked,” he said, pointing at her hard nipples.
Brooks invited his mother into his warm bed. Whatever reservations she had about being naked with a man seemed to vanish around her son. Something about him appealed to her, like his sole purpose in life was to fulfill her as a woman. She breathed in when his erection slipped from the fly of his boxers, its warm tip settling against the long hair of her pubis, but she didn’t complain.
“Say… how about I sleep in here? I mean, I spend all my time in here anyway,” she said, quietly holding her breath.
“I would like that.”
“Great! There’s 17 boxes of books in the toolshed behind the library, and they need to be stored in a proper humidity controlled space.”
Of course, she thought about books first over him. She had always thought about books first, but this time with her room filled to the ceiling like every other room in the apartment, she had to keep sleeping with him.
Day 172
“Missing something?” said the voice on the phone.
“Who is this?” said Brooks, looking at the unknown number on his cell.
“I can’t believe you didn’t recognize me. It’s Michael. Duh?”
“Mike? What do you mean, missing something?”
“I’ve got ahead of myself. Sean said you had turned your mom into a sex slave. So I borrowed her. See for yourself.”
Michael removed his finger from his phone camera, showing Jamie happily sucking his cock.
“I’m calling the police.”
“I don’t think you will. What are you going to tell them? That you brainwashed your mother into a fuck-toy? That your friends kidnapped her? Brooksy old pal, we’ve done nothing wrong. I don’t even want your ugly ass, mom. We want what we’ve always wanted, Sean’s mom. We want Sandy converted and trained like your bimbo mother.”
“How am I going to do that?”
“I get invited regularly over to Sean’s house to spend time with him, and now you’re going to be coming along too. She’s married, so you’ll have to take care of that, and she thinks Sean and I are harmless boys. You’ll have to make us seem manlier. If you want to get your mom back, play along. Plus, for being a good sport about it, you can use Sandy anytime you want.”
“Fuck you! Gimme my mom back, and I’ll think about it!”
“Hey, hey, watch your mouth, and that’s not how extortion works. We’re holding all the cards, and if you know what’s good for you, you will dummy up and play along. Tomorrow is Friday and the Hyatts are expecting us for a fish dinner at 7pm. Be there at 6:30.”