Bluepilled Ch. 01

"You love cleaning. Cleaning the whole house makes you happy. You want to clean every room and keep it clean. You're happy to see any new messes because it just gives you something new to clean."

"...love...cleaning...every...room...happy...clean..." She was repeating words back to me, still lost in that trance-like tonic immobility.

That ought to do it. Ever since I'd been a kid, she'd always gotten on to me for not keeping my room tidy, right up until her addiction and downward spiral. If she went back to "normal", then that should include nagging me to keep my room clean. And if this was something more...I'd at least confirm what was going on.

I went further. One thing I also noticed was that my mother looked almost five years younger. The thickness around her waist had been cut, making her less pear-shaped and closer to an hourglass. I saw now that she wasn't wearing makeup and that instead her skin had cleared up and taken on a healthy glow all on its own. The flab on her arms was gone and even her fingernails looked bright and fresh.

Most striking of all perhaps was that her breasts had gone from a sagging C-cup to a rather perky set of double DDs. She was wearing another t-shirt this morning, but her breasts had enough lift that the bottom of her t-shirt was pulled up over her navel, showing off her new lack of a muffin-top.

"You love to show off your body. You want me to look at you. It turns you on. There's nothing wrong with me staring at you."

"...love...showing off...body...want you...to look...turns me...on...nothing wrong..."

Where had that come from? It would certainly be an unusual behavior, but just why would I...

...okay, I can admit it. Looking at her now, she was attractive. I shouldn't have been turned on by my own mother, but the combination of her rejuvenated looks and the thrill of the power I held over her was getting me excited. Even so, I reminded myself that this was just a test. It wouldn't go any further than that.

"It's...it's okay for me to touch you. There's nothing wrong with me feeling you up." I added before the trance wore off.

"...okay for you...to touch...nothing wrong...feeling me...up..."

I regretted it immediately. I was crossing a dangerous line and I had to stop myself before it went any further, "Actually, forget that last part."

"Forget what part, sir?" She asked, her blue eyes bright and clear once more. The tonic immobility had worn off again and she had definitely changed.

"Oh um...nothing. Nevermind."

"Of course, sir. Is there anything I can do for you?" She asked, eager to please. The way she said it made me think that anything was really on the table.

"No, I'm good. I have a lot of work I need to get through. The pills aren't exactly tested and I need to run a few more simulations. Make sure they're...well, safe."

"Well, I won't get in your way then. I know just how important your work is. If you need anything at all though, please don't hesitate to call for me." She gave me a light kiss on the cheek, then let herself out of the room.

I slumped back into my chair. I didn't know whether I should feel more guilty for testing a dangerous compound on her or for taking advantage of her addled mind while doing so.

Oddly enough, the thing I felt guiltiest about was the lack of guilt I was feeling. I could see my actions from an outside perspective as being taboo, selfish, dangerous, bordering on evil...but my heart was in the right place. Furthermore, my calculations were correct. This was all for her own good.

Not long after Helen left, Stephanie let herself back into the room, "We should get her to a hospital, shouldn't we? You know what happened to the lab mice."

"She'll be fine. She's healthier than ever. The problem with the lab mice were that their tiny brains couldn't handle the neurogenesis and telomere repair process. Helen has shown herself capable of handling both and pain-free to boot. I was right about everything; this pill is going to change the world."

Stephanie didn't look so sure, but the meek girl knew better than to really disagree with me, "Okay...but if something does go wrong, you'll take her, right?"

"Of course. But trust me, she won't need it. More importantly, we need more than just the samples you snuck out. I have the formulas, but production requires the latest in 3D printing...and there are only six of those in the country. Not to mention what Johnson and NPC might do if they figure out we're still doing this research."

"I...I'll try and look into it. Maybe solve both our problems if I can make a new batch in the lab. Then they can destroy some of those, which would take the heat off of you, and you could have the rest." Stephanie offered.

I looked at her. At the way she fidgeted. If I didn't know any better, I'd say she had a crush on me. That worked well to my advantage, "Do it. But be careful."

"Hmph." She flipped her hair, "Says the mad scientist."

We shared a laugh, a small hug, and then she left.

On my own again, I started looking for alternatives. Room-sized 3D printers were all well and good, but hardly practical. I had an idea for something more viable in the long-term, and I spent the rest of the day working out just how I'd be able to pull it off.

As the sun was going down, I heard Helen call for me from downstairs, "Charles...! Dinner is ready. You should come down and eat it while it's still hot, sir!"

I pulled off my glasses and rubbed my eyes. Dinner sounded good. I headed downstairs towards the kitchen table, and what I saw made me suck the air through my teeth as if I'd just been shot.

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Mother was setting the table with her back to me and she was giving me a view of damn near everything. Her slender shoulders, the curve of her spine, her long legs, hips that were still terribly thick and an ass that couldn't be contained by the black panties she was wearing. She turned around as I approached and I saw she was wearing a frilly apron she had dusted off. Her perky breasts poked out of the top so that I could see the barest edge of her areola, with the hem of the apron barely making it to her thighs, "There you are. I hope you're hungry, sir."

I didn't trust myself to speak, so I just nodded and took my seat. I know I had been the one to tell her to show off her body, but this was...this was a whole other level than what I'd had in mind.

While I ate, she was busying herself cleaning the kitchen, starting with the floor. She'd taken the mop bucket and filled it with warm, soapy water, but rather than use the mop, she had soaked a sponge and was scrubbing at it by hand.

That meant that she was on her hands and knees in front of me and I could watch her breasts swing back and forth as she scrubbed down every inch. She looked at me, saw that I was staring, and she licked her lips, "Not bad, right? I hope you don't think this is too slutty. I would have worn a bra, but none of mine fit anymore. I'll need to go shopping soon."

I looked around; I'd never seen the rest of the house looking so spotless. She must have spent the entire day cleaning. I had a feeling she had saved the kitchen floor for last, just to give me the perfect unobstructed view while I ate.

"Um...okay..." I wasn't thinking clearly. Those breasts might have been hypnotic in their own right.

"Be sure to clean your plate, young man," she said, winking. She then turned around and I couldn't help but watch her ass swaying side to side as she kept scrubbing.

Engrossed, I watched my mother clean the floor, not even noticing I was eating until everything was gone. I shook my head, then grabbed my plate and made my way over to the sink.

Mother saw me approaching and intercepted, "Let me take care of that, sir. I'm sure you have a million other more important things you need to take care of with your big brain."

I handed off the plate and watched her rinse it off in the sink, humming happily to her own tune, and shaking her ass to an imaginary beat. Shaking it just for me.

I couldn't resist. I ran my hand up her thigh, then gave her ass a light squeeze, "Th-thanks, Mom. I really appreciate it."

She didn't seem to mind my touch. If anything, she was pushing back against it, "Of course, sweetie. Anything for you."

She dried off her hands with a rag, then grabbed the wrist holding her ass. I worried for a moment that I had gone too far...but then she pulled my hand up to her chest, underneath the apron, "You're always working so hard. It just feels nice to be able to make myself useful to you."

My mouth dropped open and I nodded dumbly. Stunned, I made my way to the bathroom and I had the coldest shower of my life.

I let the freezing water run for ten minutes and it was doing absolutely nothing to cool me down. I couldn't get the image of her out of my mind. Eventually, I gave up trying to distract myself with the cold water and went back to my room to the one thing that could get my mind off of her: my research.

I didn't even bother trying to get any sleep that night. I knew if I got into bed my mind would go where it shouldn't. Instead, I was running computer simulations and looking at petri dishes under my microscope, filling up my whiteboard with long mathematical formulae, and staring at the ceiling lost in thought.

For the first few hours, it felt like I was spinning my tires in sand. The problem seemed impossible. Around midnight though, I had a breakthrough, and from there it was just a matter of running all the numbers.

In the morning, I had my prototype ready. The liquid solution from one of the blue pills had been extracted. The CRISPR viral agent had been replaced with a new strain, one that I had modified with a special set of instructions. The process required using up three of the pills, but if my hypothesis was correct, it would create a durable supply.

The chemical compound was mixed into a solution. It glowed with a soft orange light in the test tube, a result of the unstable nature of the compound. In just a few hours it'd be inert and useless. There was no time to hesitate.

I swallowed all of the orange liquid from the test tube, then washed it down with a few mouthfuls of water from a glass. I looked at the clock, preparing myself for the short trance, but to my surprise and relief it didn't come on. I felt warmth spreading through my stomach, tingling as Helen had described...and then pain.

Lots and lots of pain.

I barely made it to my bed before I collapsed, and from there the next few hours proceeded slowly. My insides felt as though they were melting, my head felt like it was being split apart, and the rest of me was aching and sore.

It was relentless. I prayed that I would pass out from the pain, and then I prayed that it would kill me. Eventually, mercifully, I passed out, and sleep overtook me.

When I woke up, the bedsheets were soaked in sweat and the pain was gone. More than that, when I got up out of bed, I could see the text on my computer screen in sharp focus even though my glasses were still on the desk. My body felt light, almost as if it weighed nothing. Looking down, I appreciated the svelte frame I now had, reminding myself of professional runners. My stomach rumbled and I knew on an instinctual level that if I ate enough, I'd only ever put on pounds of muscle rather than fat.

Part one of my hypothesis had been confirmed! The modified pill had always had a serious side-effect when tested on male lab mice, but by disabling certain parts of the viral strain, I'd been able to avoid it. When I'd tested the same idea on the mice, they'd ended up making the most awful noises until their hearts gave out, but I'd been right that a sturdier human body would be able to survive the process.

If just barely.

The drug had made me healthier than I'd ever been, but that wasn't why I had done it. It was time for hypothesis number two.

And for that, I needed a volunteer.

As if she was being summoned, there was a knock on the door, "Charlie, sir? Are you there? May I please come in?"

The polite knocking was a far cry from the way she would normally burst into my room unannounced.

"Door's open." I sat up, dressed in just my boxers and t-shirt. Since it was soaked and clinging to me with all the sweat from last night, I pulled the shirt up over my head as she entered. Shirtless, I looked up at her, "What do you need, Helen?"

She was dressed in just a hot pink pair of panties and a mostly transparent nightie, but she looked absolutely shameless as she entered. She was looking at me now, and I could tell from my experience with Stephanie that she liked what she saw. In that moment I knew that I wasn't the only one thinking inappropriate thoughts, "Sir...the pain is back. It hurts...I...I need more. Please, sir, can I have another pill?"

I wondered for a moment whether in my quest to cure addictions, I'd instead created the most addictive substance of all. I didn't distract myself for long though, "I've only got a few left. I need to make them count. You've already had two. Do you really think you deserve another?"

"I...I...please, sir...I need it. Mommy needs her medicine. Charlie, please..." I watched with satisfaction as she got down on her knees and grabbed my thigh, looking up at me with big, pleading eyes.

She'd changed more since yesterday. Her hair was shining like spun gold and not only did she look to be under thirty, but she was far hotter than she'd ever been growing up. Her breasts had gone up another cup size or two while her waist had narrowed and her hips had flared. She was hot enough to be a model. And she was all mine.

"Okay, okay. You can have it." I watched her face light up before I added, "But...but you need to do something for me first."

She nodded her head up and down, her perfect hair bouncing. "Yes, sir! Of course, sir! What do you need?"

I pulled my boxers down my legs and tossed them off. My cock was already stiff and I noticed with some pride that it had been enhanced as well, swelling up to an impressive nine inches.

"I need you to take care of this."

"You need me to...but sir...you're my..." I could see the conflict playing out across her face. I was her son. She was my mother. What I was suggesting, what she was thinking, was absolutely taboo, completely wrong. But she wanted it. She wanted to please me. And more than anything else, she was a junkie in need of her next hit.

"Yes, sir. If...if it will help you." She took my manhood in her small, dainty hands and stroked me up and down. My cock twitched with pleasure, but she was just getting started. She leaned forward, gave the head of my cock a slow, reverent kiss, then worshiped it like her new idol.

Her tongue tasted every inch of me, hot and soft and wet, getting my cock slippery with her drool and my own pre-cum. She kept stroking me with one hand, lightly massaging my balls with the other. I was already getting close to cumming after just a few minutes, but then she escalated things yet again.

Her soft lips wrapped around my cock and she took me inside of her mouth. Her tongue was swirling along the underside of my cock and I could feel her taking it all the way to the back of her throat. Her head bobbed up and down, and I couldn't help but groan with pleasure. Pleasure unlike anything I'd ever known.

She kept stroking, kept massaging, kept bobbing her head, till she pulled out with a pop and begged me, "Please, sir...cum in my mouth...let me swallow up your seed, let me make you feel good...Mommy wants it, wants your thick, tasty cum, wants your...grk...!"

I had to cut her off, shoving my cock back into her mouth, down into her throat. I pumped her head up and down just a few times and I was past my limit. It was the best orgasm of my life, long thick ropes of cum being blasted into her mouth and down her throat.

She coughed and gasped for air once I released her, but she was smiling as she looked up at me. "Was that good, sir? Can I have a blue pill now? Pretty pluh—"

I wore my own grin as I looked down at her, my cum dribbling down her chin, her face frozen with that now familiar blankness.

It had worked! The unstable pill I had taken last night had worked! The very same chemical compound inside of those blue pills was now constantly being produced inside of my body. My cum had been transformed. And to my great delight, it had the very same effect on my mother as the pills did.

"Listen to me, Helen. Things are going to change."

"...listen..."

"For your own good, I am now your lord and master."

"...lord...master..."

"You are my slave. My property."

"...slave...property..."

"You exist to serve me. You exist for my pleasure."

"...serve...your pleasure..."

"You will do anything for me. Nothing makes your happier than obeying me."

"...anything...happy to...obey..."

"You're my slut. My fucktoy. My sex slave."

"Mmm...yes, Master, of course! I love being your sexy fucktoy." Helen said as she came out of the trance without missing a beat. She scraped up the cum from her chin and licked it off her fingers, then cleaned my cock off with her tongue, "I don't care about the pills anymore, Master. I just want to make you happy."

My cock was already responding again, getting stiff as she vigorously licked and sucked on it, "Fuck me, Master...please fuck your slave."

I had crossed a line. This was no longer about saving my mother. This wasn't even about her anymore. I knew that she wouldn't be able to satisfy me on her own for long, that I needed my own harem now, that I was destined to rule over them with the absolute authority that was my right.

I realized that there was a high likelihood that the pill I'd taken had warped my own morality, corrupted me, made me give in to my dark urges. Then at that moment I realized that I didn't care.