Aunt Helen’s Pill
Neighborhood MILFs
chapter 17
by
copier
· original author:
latergator
“Helen.” He said, “She’s closer in age to Angie, so their systems will probably be more alike than you and Angie, Violet.”
“A-Ah… okay… that makes sense…” Violet said meekly, looking down at the floor.
“Sorry, dear,” Cooed Helen apologetically from across the room. With half-full cup in hand, the milf, still only in her lacy underwear, stood up from her seat and made her way over to the pair of teens, “Looks like James is going inside me this time. But I’m sure they’ll be a next time!”
She came to stop in front of her nephew, standing there briefly with her crotch almost level with the sitting teen’s nose, and then squatted down so they were eye-to-eye. “So, James,” She lulled with a playful smile on her lips. She held out a hand before him, “Ready to go into auntie?”
With reddening cheeks and his own, more awkward smile, James raised a finger, asking without words for a moment of time, “H-Hang on!” He said, and quickly began to undress, starting with his shirt and then his lower areas. Instead of having to throw them on the back of the coach, as he had done at Angie’s, Violet was kind enough to take each article of clothing he got off. She refused to look at him as she did so, however, trying, but failing, to hide her bright red face from him. Soon enough, James was sitting naked on the coach. Being in the presence of his aunt and cousin butt-naked made him feel a little uneasy, for sure, but he pushed it aside. This was just training of his ability, after all. Nothing more.
“Remember,” Helen’s voice drifted into his ear, almost a whisper, “You are medicine.”
James nodded, and, with one last look at the open palm in front of him, closed his eyes, focused, and…
… was gone in an instant. In Helen’s waiting hand, a small, simple pill appeared.
As his vision cleared and the post-transformation haze left his new “eyes”, James was greeted again by the sight of the ceiling overhead, though this time his aunt’s. Not a second after, the face of said aunt came into view, looking down at him with that playful smile still on her lips and a loving, yet predatory twinkle in her eyes – a silent sign that he was at this moment, to her, only something meant to slide into her belly. He didn’t know why, exactly – perhaps the post-pill haze was still weighing on is mind – but he tried to return her smile, but, of course, being a pill meant he could do nothing but lay still and wait for the woman who held him in her hands to decide his fate.
When he felt her stand up, he knew he wouldn’t have to wait long.
“Down you go, “medicine…” She murmured sweetly to him, so closely that her warm breath washed over his form. Then he felt himself slowly being tilted upwards. Slowly, the sight of ceiling began to disappear. Taking it’s place briefly was the opposite side of the living room from the coach, until that lost it’s place in turn to Helen’s gigantic face. Her smiling mouth was wide open, revealing to the pill the hot, glistening cavern, and the mighty beast that called it home, that he would soon enter into, with or without his consent.
Eventually, the hand was tilted forward enough that his natural grip could no longer save him, and he slid down the palm towards the giantess’ maw. He flopped onto her waiting tongue “face-first,” his vision engulfed in a pink darkness as he felt himself slightly dissolve upon contact with the bumpy, wet surface. Was not stuck like this for long, as a torrent of juice crashed into him, pulling him out of the pink darkness and effortless carrying him towards the true darkness that awaited him at the back of the cave. The last thing he saw was Helen’s empty glass being pulled away from her open lips, and then he was sucked into the darkness of the throat.
Resting a pair of fingers on her throat to feel the coming descent, Helen gently titled her back and gave the lightest, softest of swallows. She felt a tiny, insignificant bulge appear in her throat, but it was quickly gone, vanishing completely just before her bosom without struggle or ceremony. From there, she could only imagine her pill rushing downwards and dumping into her tummy, where it would come to marinate inside of her. Licking her lips, she hoped he enjoyed the ride, and would enjoy the stay equally as well.
“Ah!” Sighed Helen happily as she patted her now nephew-inhabited belly. Her gaze turned to Violet, who was looking at her mesmerized, having watched the entire act with utmost attention. Helen smiled softly at her, and asked, “While he’s getting settled in in there… how about pancakes?”
Violet blinked at her mother’s question, before she shook her head, not to refuse the offer – how could she ever refuse her mom’s amazing pancakes? – but to shake away her enthrallment. “S-Sure,” She said softly. Before she stood up, her gaze shifted to Helen’s midsection, “And make some for James too?”
Helen paused putting her sweater back on to answer, “If he succeeds.” She said with a playful wink and smirk to her daughter. Then she returned to pulling her sweater over her head, and once it had re-assumed it’s rightful place over her upper body, she gave her stomach a few teasing pokes, “Hear that? Be good medicine or no pancakes for you!”
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“I am medicine…” James repeated to himself for the… he couldn’t remember. He had lost track of how many times he had repeated that phrase in his mind, or how long he had been in Helen’s body.
All he knew for certain, as he rushed through tube after tube against his will, was that it had worked; he had digested without issue in Helen’s stomach, been absorbed into her without issue, and now was coursing through her veins without issue. Even without lips, he could feel himself smiling. Now he just needed to wait for his scattered mass to come back together and settle into a part of his aunt’s body. Then he could get out and head off to Angie’s, and help his neighbor with her back pain once and for all.
Until then, “I am medicine…”
Eventually, he felt himself not only beginning to slow down, but also pieces of him finding their way back to him: what he assumed to be his “core body.” When a certain amount of him had joined together, he guessed he must have gotten too big for the veins’ liking; it shoved him, almost angrily, through it’s walls and into Helen’s flesh.
There, his vision was no longer the rushing red it had been in the veins. It was a dark red with tiny leaks of light scattered about. James guessed he was under her sweater, and was therefore part of her upper body. Possibly the same breast that Violet had been earlier.
Thankfully, even without ears, he could “hear” the world around him.
“Mom! Your pancakes are sooo good!” He heard Violet hum blissfully. James suddenly felt hurt. He couldn’t believe it! They were having pancakes – Helen’s amazing pancakes – without him?!
“Glad you like ‘em, dear… uhhmmff…” Helen chirped, the sound coming from above James, before her voice dipped off into a drawl.
“Mom? You okay?” Violet’s tone had immediately shifted to concern. James felt concern for his aunt fill him too.
“Yes, dear… I… I think James must have made himself some real strong stuff… I think I’m gonna… hit the hay early today.”
“But what about taking James home?” Asked Violet lightly.
“I… don’t think I… can, dear… mmmfff…!” James could practically hear Helen biting her lip as the euphoria told a tighter hold of her body. “I’m sure he’s fine… staying the night… in me or out of me.”
Helen begin to shuffle from kitchen to her bedroom, James bouncing softly along with her every step, making it harder for the teen to believe he was anything other than one of her breasts. He heard the sound of a door closing, clearly Helen closing the bedroom door behind her. Then James felt the soft scrape of fabric moving across his surface, until finally the curtain was lifted and there was light. The unnatural light of the lamp overhead, but light at least. Helen had taken off her sweater, granting James clear view of the bedroom that surround both him and his aunt.
His sight unobscured, James glanced around, and noticed one of Helen’s breasts to his right. The black lace of her bra that held it, and hid away the milf’s nipple, reached over from it to him. That meant he was her left breast. Not the same one Violet had exited from, but close enough.
His world shifted as Helen leaned down to undo her pants. If not for the bra that held him tight, he surely would’ve been dangling, but he was held securely as he pants came undone and dropped to the floor. Helen was in her undergarments once again.
“James…” She moaned. James looked up at her face, and saw her redness, her elation growing closer to it’s peak. Seeing his aunt in such a state took him near completely off guard. “You coming out of me, or are you staying in…? Because… Because I'm probably gonna…”
It didn’t take a genius to figure out what she meant. If James stuck around in her bosom, he would surely be made to endure whatever acts of pleasure Helen would put herself through to quench her surging heat. His hormonal side egged him to stay, told him that he caused this state in her, so he should bear through it with her, but his more rational side reminded him that she was his aunt: no matter how screwed up your mother might make family lines, you should be better than that. And that he could make up for doing this to her some other way.
James thought for a few seconds. Then…
“A-Ah… okay… that makes sense…” Violet said meekly, looking down at the floor.
“Sorry, dear,” Cooed Helen apologetically from across the room. With half-full cup in hand, the milf, still only in her lacy underwear, stood up from her seat and made her way over to the pair of teens, “Looks like James is going inside me this time. But I’m sure they’ll be a next time!”
She came to stop in front of her nephew, standing there briefly with her crotch almost level with the sitting teen’s nose, and then squatted down so they were eye-to-eye. “So, James,” She lulled with a playful smile on her lips. She held out a hand before him, “Ready to go into auntie?”
With reddening cheeks and his own, more awkward smile, James raised a finger, asking without words for a moment of time, “H-Hang on!” He said, and quickly began to undress, starting with his shirt and then his lower areas. Instead of having to throw them on the back of the coach, as he had done at Angie’s, Violet was kind enough to take each article of clothing he got off. She refused to look at him as she did so, however, trying, but failing, to hide her bright red face from him. Soon enough, James was sitting naked on the coach. Being in the presence of his aunt and cousin butt-naked made him feel a little uneasy, for sure, but he pushed it aside. This was just training of his ability, after all. Nothing more.
“Remember,” Helen’s voice drifted into his ear, almost a whisper, “You are medicine.”
James nodded, and, with one last look at the open palm in front of him, closed his eyes, focused, and…
… was gone in an instant. In Helen’s waiting hand, a small, simple pill appeared.
As his vision cleared and the post-transformation haze left his new “eyes”, James was greeted again by the sight of the ceiling overhead, though this time his aunt’s. Not a second after, the face of said aunt came into view, looking down at him with that playful smile still on her lips and a loving, yet predatory twinkle in her eyes – a silent sign that he was at this moment, to her, only something meant to slide into her belly. He didn’t know why, exactly – perhaps the post-pill haze was still weighing on is mind – but he tried to return her smile, but, of course, being a pill meant he could do nothing but lay still and wait for the woman who held him in her hands to decide his fate.
When he felt her stand up, he knew he wouldn’t have to wait long.
“Down you go, “medicine…” She murmured sweetly to him, so closely that her warm breath washed over his form. Then he felt himself slowly being tilted upwards. Slowly, the sight of ceiling began to disappear. Taking it’s place briefly was the opposite side of the living room from the coach, until that lost it’s place in turn to Helen’s gigantic face. Her smiling mouth was wide open, revealing to the pill the hot, glistening cavern, and the mighty beast that called it home, that he would soon enter into, with or without his consent.
Eventually, the hand was tilted forward enough that his natural grip could no longer save him, and he slid down the palm towards the giantess’ maw. He flopped onto her waiting tongue “face-first,” his vision engulfed in a pink darkness as he felt himself slightly dissolve upon contact with the bumpy, wet surface. Was not stuck like this for long, as a torrent of juice crashed into him, pulling him out of the pink darkness and effortless carrying him towards the true darkness that awaited him at the back of the cave. The last thing he saw was Helen’s empty glass being pulled away from her open lips, and then he was sucked into the darkness of the throat.
Resting a pair of fingers on her throat to feel the coming descent, Helen gently titled her back and gave the lightest, softest of swallows. She felt a tiny, insignificant bulge appear in her throat, but it was quickly gone, vanishing completely just before her bosom without struggle or ceremony. From there, she could only imagine her pill rushing downwards and dumping into her tummy, where it would come to marinate inside of her. Licking her lips, she hoped he enjoyed the ride, and would enjoy the stay equally as well.
“Ah!” Sighed Helen happily as she patted her now nephew-inhabited belly. Her gaze turned to Violet, who was looking at her mesmerized, having watched the entire act with utmost attention. Helen smiled softly at her, and asked, “While he’s getting settled in in there… how about pancakes?”
Violet blinked at her mother’s question, before she shook her head, not to refuse the offer – how could she ever refuse her mom’s amazing pancakes? – but to shake away her enthrallment. “S-Sure,” She said softly. Before she stood up, her gaze shifted to Helen’s midsection, “And make some for James too?”
Helen paused putting her sweater back on to answer, “If he succeeds.” She said with a playful wink and smirk to her daughter. Then she returned to pulling her sweater over her head, and once it had re-assumed it’s rightful place over her upper body, she gave her stomach a few teasing pokes, “Hear that? Be good medicine or no pancakes for you!”
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“I am medicine…” James repeated to himself for the… he couldn’t remember. He had lost track of how many times he had repeated that phrase in his mind, or how long he had been in Helen’s body.
All he knew for certain, as he rushed through tube after tube against his will, was that it had worked; he had digested without issue in Helen’s stomach, been absorbed into her without issue, and now was coursing through her veins without issue. Even without lips, he could feel himself smiling. Now he just needed to wait for his scattered mass to come back together and settle into a part of his aunt’s body. Then he could get out and head off to Angie’s, and help his neighbor with her back pain once and for all.
Until then, “I am medicine…”
Eventually, he felt himself not only beginning to slow down, but also pieces of him finding their way back to him: what he assumed to be his “core body.” When a certain amount of him had joined together, he guessed he must have gotten too big for the veins’ liking; it shoved him, almost angrily, through it’s walls and into Helen’s flesh.
There, his vision was no longer the rushing red it had been in the veins. It was a dark red with tiny leaks of light scattered about. James guessed he was under her sweater, and was therefore part of her upper body. Possibly the same breast that Violet had been earlier.
Thankfully, even without ears, he could “hear” the world around him.
“Mom! Your pancakes are sooo good!” He heard Violet hum blissfully. James suddenly felt hurt. He couldn’t believe it! They were having pancakes – Helen’s amazing pancakes – without him?!
“Glad you like ‘em, dear… uhhmmff…” Helen chirped, the sound coming from above James, before her voice dipped off into a drawl.
“Mom? You okay?” Violet’s tone had immediately shifted to concern. James felt concern for his aunt fill him too.
“Yes, dear… I… I think James must have made himself some real strong stuff… I think I’m gonna… hit the hay early today.”
“But what about taking James home?” Asked Violet lightly.
“I… don’t think I… can, dear… mmmfff…!” James could practically hear Helen biting her lip as the euphoria told a tighter hold of her body. “I’m sure he’s fine… staying the night… in me or out of me.”
Helen begin to shuffle from kitchen to her bedroom, James bouncing softly along with her every step, making it harder for the teen to believe he was anything other than one of her breasts. He heard the sound of a door closing, clearly Helen closing the bedroom door behind her. Then James felt the soft scrape of fabric moving across his surface, until finally the curtain was lifted and there was light. The unnatural light of the lamp overhead, but light at least. Helen had taken off her sweater, granting James clear view of the bedroom that surround both him and his aunt.
His sight unobscured, James glanced around, and noticed one of Helen’s breasts to his right. The black lace of her bra that held it, and hid away the milf’s nipple, reached over from it to him. That meant he was her left breast. Not the same one Violet had exited from, but close enough.
His world shifted as Helen leaned down to undo her pants. If not for the bra that held him tight, he surely would’ve been dangling, but he was held securely as he pants came undone and dropped to the floor. Helen was in her undergarments once again.
“James…” She moaned. James looked up at her face, and saw her redness, her elation growing closer to it’s peak. Seeing his aunt in such a state took him near completely off guard. “You coming out of me, or are you staying in…? Because… Because I'm probably gonna…”
It didn’t take a genius to figure out what she meant. If James stuck around in her bosom, he would surely be made to endure whatever acts of pleasure Helen would put herself through to quench her surging heat. His hormonal side egged him to stay, told him that he caused this state in her, so he should bear through it with her, but his more rational side reminded him that she was his aunt: no matter how screwed up your mother might make family lines, you should be better than that. And that he could make up for doing this to her some other way.
James thought for a few seconds. Then…
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