"Vivi, you're still just a little girl. Why are you looking at this stuff?" Angela chided gently, gesturing towards the explicit images filling the tablet screen.
Vivian saw her opening. Time for some careful manipulation. "Wife," she began, leaning against Angela conspiratorially, "I think… I think I have really strong urges. Like, really strong. And it feels like… the more sex I have, the stronger my body gets? Look…" She casually shifted, letting Angela get a clear view of her stubbornly erect penis resting against her own thigh. "It's been hours since breakfast, and we did it… like four or five times since last night? And I'm still hard."
"But…"
"It's okay, Mommy, really! I feel full of energy. But… the thing is… sometimes… I feel like just you… isn't quite enough? I need more… variety? More… intensity? So I was thinking…" Vivian trailed off, pretending to be hesitant.
"You…?" A flash of hurt crossed Angela's face. Barely an hour since Vivian had climaxed inside her, and already talking about needing others?
Vivian immediately snuggled closer, adopting her most reassuring tone. "No, no, Mommy, listen! After we make love, it's like… new information downloads into my head. The system told me – the more pleasure I cause, the more orgasms I have, the more abilities I unlock! It's how I get stronger! But listen," she stressed, looking earnestly into Angela's eyes, "no matter how many other people I might… use… they're just tools, okay? Practice dummies to level up. You are my love. My Wife. My number one. Always."
Hearing Vivian frame it like that – dismissing others as mere instruments for power while reaffirming Angela's supreme place – significantly eased Angela's bruised ego. She could sense Vivian wasn't lying about her core devotion. "Okay," she conceded, stroking Vivian's hair. "But you have to be careful, understand? Don't let anyone trick you or take advantage." Even with this impossible power, Vivian was still her baby girl in her eyes – except when she was undeniably her little Husband in bed.
"I will! Thanks, Wife!" Vivian beamed. After a moment, she asked tentatively, "Mommy…?"
"Hmm? What is it?" Angela asked, taking another bite of her scrambled eggs.
"Do you… do you maybe know… any other women? Like… ones who might be… interested?" Vivian's voice dwindled, a faint blush rising on her cheeks. Asking her Wife to pimp her out felt… weirdly shameful, even for her.
Angela stopped eating, studying Vivian's face intently. "Vivi… Do you really need this so badly?"
"Yeah…" Vivian mumbled, dropping her gaze. "It's like… if I go too long without… it just builds up… I get really restless." It's an addiction, the old George part of her acknowledged silently. Thank god the System negates the 'dying from horniness' risk.
Angela resumed eating, her expression unreadable. "We'll talk about it later," she said noncommittally.
"Oh." Vivian quickly backpedaled. "It's okay, Mommy! I was just thinking out loud. Really. Having you is enough. You're the most important."
"Mm," Angela hummed, a small, almost imperceptible smile touching her lips as she looked down at her plate. As long as I'm her favorite… that's what matters.
…
After breakfast, Vivian enthusiastically outlined her Twitter plan in more detail. Now that Angela knew about her shapeshifting, she reluctantly agreed Vivian could post photos or even videos, provided extreme care was taken with blurring and angles to ensure absolute anonymity for both of them.
With Angela's cautious blessing, Vivian staged another photo using her shapeshifting abilities for maximum impact. Pixel blurred it expertly: A petite, innocent-looking teenage version of Vivian sat casually on the sofa, legs spread slightly. Kneeling between them, head bent low over Vivian's lap, was a figure strongly resembling Angela (blurred face, distinct black chemise), seemingly performing oral sex. The caption read: "Finished breakfast and got horny 🥵 again… Good thing Mommy takes such good care of me Love you, Mommy! (*￣︶￣)* #GoodGirl #MommysGirl #Lucky". Posted.
Content created, they snuggled back on the sofa, scrolling through the burgeoning Twitter feed together, pointing out particularly attractive women, critiquing poses, a bizarre mother-daughter bonding session over potential future conquests. Angela found herself drawn into it, her initial reservations slowly being eroded by Vivian's sheer enthusiasm and the undeniable visual appeal. She was being corrupted, step by tiny step.
Ding! Ding-ding-ding! Notifications started pouring in. Likes, retweets, comments on both posts surged past a hundred within minutes, climbing rapidly.
"Wow… so many people…" Angela murmured, slightly awed by the instant reaction.
"Told you! Everyone wants a piece of my gorgeous Wife!" Vivian grinned, nuzzling her.
"Little flatterer."
"Hmph. Call me Husband."
"Okay… Husband."
They scanned the comments – mostly crude DMs from thirsty men asking for location or private pics, creepy offers, and generic horny replies. Easily ignored. Then, Vivian paused on a video. A stern-looking woman dressed as a dominatrix had another woman, clad in a French maid outfit, kneeling at her feet. With methodical precision, the domme brought a thin riding crop down across the sub's exposed buttocks. Crack.
With each sharp sound, Vivian felt a corresponding jolt low in her belly, her breath catching. She watched, mesmerized, as the sub flinched and whimpered, her pale skin turning pink, then red. Neither she nor Angela spoke until the three-minute clip ended.
"Well?" Angela asked quietly, breaking the silence.
"N-nothing…" Vivian mumbled. How could she possibly admit the sight aroused her? That she wanted to try that… on Angela?
Smack!
"Ow!" Vivian yelped as Angela delivered a surprisingly sharp swat to her bare backside. And felt… a distinct flicker of pleasure? Bizarre. She knew she was dominant, top energy all the way. But that simple slap… felt… good? Weirdly good. "Mommy!"
Angela chuckled knowingly. "Aha! So my little Husband likes that, does she? Hmm…" Her hand rose again. Smack! Smack! Smack! Harder this time.
Vivian squirmed, burying her face in Angela's lap, cheeks burning with a confusing mix of shame and burgeoning arousal. The slaps continued, rhythmic, stinging. Then Angela shifted her aim slightly, landing one final, hard smack directly over Vivian's anus. An explosive jolt shot through Vivian, stealing her breath, making her see stars. A powerful, involuntary clench rippled through her core – a full-body orgasm, even in her female form, triggered solely by the stinging impact on that unexpected spot. Thankfully, no messy emission this time.
"Feel good?" Angela whispered mischievously against her ear after the trembling subsided.
"No!" Vivian lied instantly, though her voice was breathy.
"Reeeeally?"
"Yes! Really!" Acting flustered, Vivian suddenly flipped their positions, pushing Angela face down onto the sofa cushions, hoisting her hips slightly. Now she was looking down at Angela's invitingly presented backside. Payback time. Vivian raised her hand. Smack!
"Ah!" Angela cried out, arching instinctively.
Vivian grinned. Definitely inherited Mom's sensitive ass. That single slap elicited a much stronger reaction than Angela's multiple hits on her had. With one hand continuing the rhythmic spanking, Vivian used the forefinger of her other hand to trace the delicate pucker of Angela's anus.
"Don't, Vivi! It's dirty back there!" Angela protested weakly.
"Nonsense." Smack! "Mommy's asshole isn't dirty. Perfect. I'll wash my hands later." Smack! "Besides, you liked hitting mine." With each slap, Vivian felt a surge of dominant pleasure, confirming her preference. Hitting felt way better, way hotter, than being hit. "Are you gonna be a good girl for Husband, hmm? Are you, Wife?" Smack!
"Y-yes… ngh… Husband… Ow!" Angela whimpered, clearly aroused despite her protests.
Smack! Smack! Faster now. Vivian could feel Angela tensing beneath her, building towards another climax.
"Harder… Husband… Hit me… Angela needs… Husband to hit her… Ngh!"
Vivian seized the moment. As Angela cried out, just beginning to orgasm, Vivian pushed firmly with her questing fingertip. Pop. Half a knuckle slid easily into the tight, warm channel.
"AAAAHHH! No! Don't—!" The unexpected penetration, combined with the spanking-induced orgasm, overloaded Angela's senses completely. She convulsed violently, then went limp, panting heavily into the cushions.
After Angela caught her breath, she twisted around, looking up at Vivian, face flushed, eyes hazy. "You… you can't just stick your finger… there…" she admonished weakly, though there was more embarrassment than anger in her tone.
Vivian smirked, leaning down close. "Oh, but I can. Mommy's whole body belongs to me now. Every hole is mine to explore. And fill."
"But… it's… unsanitary…" Angela weakly protested, falling back on practicalities rather than moral objections. As someone in the sex toy industry, she wasn't ignorant about anal play – knew it could be safe and pleasurable with proper preparation.
Vivian's smirk widened. "Then… will Mommy wash it out nicely for me? So Husband can play properly later? Hmm?" She trailed a finger suggestively down Angela's spine.
Angela flushed deeper, intending to refuse outright, but the words wouldn't come. Faced with Vivian's unwavering, possessive gaze, her resolve wavered. "...We'll… we'll see," she finally mumbled, averting her eyes.
"Mmm… But I want to…" Vivian leaned closer still, dropping her voice to a husky whisper, nibbling Angela's earlobe. "I wanna play now… Wife… Let Husband fuck your tight little asshole… Please? Won't you let me? Pretty please…?"