Tammy twirled in front of the full-length mirror in their master bedroom, her massive, gravity-defying F-cup tits bouncing in a sheer pink lace bra that did nothing to hide her rock-hard nipples. Ever since her husband Josh—her darling “Honeybear”—used that strange app six months ago, her nipples were so hypersensitive that a single brush sent electric jolts straight to her core, making her giggle and moan. “Oh, Snugglepup, my boobies are so tingly today!” she purred, squeezing her firm mounds until she gasped, her glossy lips parting in a needy whimper. Her bubble-like ass, impossibly round and perky, jiggled in a tiny thong that clung to her curves, barely covering her perpetually soaked pussy. The app had made her tight kitty so wet and responsive that it throbbed constantly, aching for touch, cock, anything to fill it.

Tammy’s body was a walking wet dream now, every inch sculpted for sex. Her long blonde curls cascaded down her back, framing a face that had softened into a sultry, doe-eyed pout, her lips plumper and always glossy, begging to be kissed—or wrapped around something thicker. The app had dialed her libido to insatiable, her thoughts a foggy swirl of lust and giggles. She couldn’t go an hour without touching herself, her fingers slipping into her thong to tease her dripping folds or pinching her sensitive nipples until her knees buckled. “Mmm, I’m such a naughty wifey for my Honeybear,” she cooed, grinding her thighs together, her pussy slick and pulsing. She struck a pose, arching her back to thrust her tits out, imagining Josh’s hungry eyes devouring her. “Gonna make my Puddlebuns so hard when he gets home,” she giggled, sliding a finger into her tight kitty, moaning as it clenched around her.

Life was simpler now, and Tammy craved it that way. Big thoughts were like chasing butterflies—too hard, too fleeting. Her world was all about looking fuckable, teasing her Snugglepup, and drowning in the constant, burning arousal that consumed her. Before the app, she’d been Tamara Lynn, a sharp, driven woman who’d spent 20 years married to Josh, her rock, her Honeybear. Back then, she’d been a paralegal, bustling through a small law firm in her early twenties, her natural C-cup curves tucked into sensible blouses, her mind sharp with case law and deadlines. She’d dreamed of law school, pouring over legal briefs at night while Josh, her high school sweetheart, cheered her on. But after a few years of grueling hours and stress, Josh’s career took off, and he’d convinced her to leave the firm. “Be my queen, babe,” he’d said, kissing her softly. “Let me take care of you.” Tammy, exhausted and smitten, traded her ambitions for a life as a mom and stay-at-home wife, hosting dinner parties and keeping their suburban home pristine.

For years, they’d been happy—Josh’s easy charm and her warm devotion building a solid marriage. Their sex life had been good, too, with Tammy’s natural curves and playful energy keeping Josh satisfied. But six months ago, Josh found the app, a shady download promising to “spice things up.” He’d shown it to her, his eyes gleaming. “Let’s try it, babe,” he’d said, and Tammy, always eager to please her Puddlebuns, agreed. One tap, and her body transformed into a pornographic fantasy—her tits ballooned to F-cups, firm and so sensitive she could orgasm from a breeze. Her ass became a perfect, jiggly bubble, and her pussy turned into a tight, dripping wonder that craved cock 24/7. Her mind melted into a giggly, lust-fueled haze, every thought dripping with sex. She didn’t miss her old life—why would she, when she could strut around half-naked, her body screaming to be fucked, her days filled with pleasure?

Josh made it all possible with his landscaping business, a thriving operation he’d built over two decades. He designed lush gardens and manicured lawns for wealthy suburbanites, managing crews and client schedules with a charm that kept the money flowing. It wasn’t rocket science—mostly barking orders, checking invoices, and shaking hands—which was good, because lately, Josh felt foggy, his once-toned body growing flabby, his energy sapped. The business ran smoothly enough on its own, his loyal team handling the grunt work, letting Tammy prance around in her skimpy outfits without a care, her enhanced curves on display for her Honeybear.

But then there was Max, their 18 year old son still living with them while he studied engineering at the local university. Young, ripped, with chiseled abs and biceps that bulged under his tight tees, Max made Tammy’s kitty throb just by walking past. He’d suddenly grown up two months ago. He’s not the gangly kid that used to trip over his own feet. He’s got a new swagger, taller and built like he’s been hitting the gym, flashing a grin that’s all charm and zero nerves, like he knows exactly how good he looks. And lately, he’d been doing this “trick” that left Tammy breathless, dripping cum, and so confused. It felt like heaven—his long, thick cock stretching her tight pussy, his heavy, swollen balls unloading inside her—but she didn’t get it. Why was it a trick? And why did he need to practice so often?

Tammy pouted at her reflection, her plump lips glistening. “Max’s trick is so yummy, but Puddlebuns doesn’t like it,” she murmured, her fingers trailing down her taut tummy to her thong. She slipped two fingers inside, gasping as her tight pussy gripped them, her sensitive nipples hardening until they ached. “Ohh, fuck, I’m so wet,” she moaned, her hips rocking as she fingered herself, her tits bouncing in the mirror. She imagined Max’s cocky grin, his rough hands, then Josh’s sweet smile, his hands on her. “Mmm, maybe I can show Honeybear how fun the trick is!” she giggled, her pussy clenching as she came, her juices dripping down her hand.

She sauntered downstairs, her bubble ass jiggling with every step, her tits bouncing in the sheer bra, nipples poking through like little bullets. The house was quiet—Josh was out with a client, probably charming them with his easy grin, despite his recent tiredness. Max was likely in his room, studying or flexing those muscles that made Tammy’s mouth water. She hummed a pop tune, her mind drifting to Max’s “trick,” the way he’d growl dirty things that made her kitty pulse. “Oh, Snugglepup, I’m such a slutty wifey,” she whispered, her fingers teasing her pussy again, her body buzzing with insatiable need. She didn’t know why Max’s trick felt so right, but she craved more—and she wanted her Honeybear to love it as much as she did.

Tammy stumbled out of her son Max’s room, her body a quivering, cum-drenched wreck. Her tiny thong dangled uselessly from one ankle, soaked and torn, her massive F-cup tits heaving, their hypersensitive nipples throbbing red and swollen from relentless overstimulation. Her bubble-like ass, impossibly round and slick with sweat, jiggled with each shaky step, and her tight, dripping pussy gushed a torrent of thick, white cum that coated her inner thighs, pooling on the hardwood floor below. “Oh gosh, Max’s trick is so ... so messy!” she giggled, her voice breathy and dazed, her torn skirt clutched in one trembling hand. Her blonde curls were matted with sweat, her glossy lips parted as she panted, her eyes glassy with lust and confusion. “I ... I still don’t get it,” she murmured, her pussy clenching involuntarily, leaking more of Max’s seed.

Flashback, an hour ago: The air in Max’s room was thick with heat and the musky scent of sex. Max, his chiseled abs glistening with sweat, his bulging biceps flexing, yanked Tammy inside with a predatory grin, his dark eyes blazing with lust. “Time for the trick, you busty little mommy-slut,” he growled, his voice low and commanding. He ripped her flimsy sundress off in one swift motion, the fabric tearing like paper, exposing her enhanced F-cup tits—firm, impossibly perky, and bouncing free. Her nipples, hard as diamonds and hypersensitive from the app, stood out like ripe berries, begging for attention. “Fuck mom, those tits are goddamn perfect,” Max snarled, grabbing them roughly, pinching her nipples so hard Tammy squealed, her pussy gushing a flood of slick juices that soaked her thong. “Oh, Max, my boobies! They’re so tingly!” she gasped, her body trembling with pleasure. “Is ... is that the trick?”

Max smirked, his hands roaming her curves, squeezing her bubble ass until it jiggled. “Not yet, you dumb MILF,” he said, shoving her onto his bed, the mattress creaking under her weight. Tammy’s legs fell open instinctively, her slick, tight pussy glistening under the dim light, her thong pulled aside to reveal her swollen, pink folds. Max unzipped his jeans, and Tammy’s eyes widened in disbelief as he revealed his cock—a monstrous, veiny beast, easily ten inches long and thicker than her wrist, pulsing with raw power. His balls, heavy and swollen, hung low like ripe fruit, so full they seemed ready to burst. “Oh my gosh, Max!” Tammy whimpered, her pussy clenching at the sight. “Your cock ... it’s so huge! And those balls ... they’re too big! How’s that even possible?”

Max chuckled, stroking his massive shaft, a bead of precum glistening at the tip. “This is the trick mom, you ditzy whore,” he growled, rubbing his swollen cockhead against her dripping folds, teasing her clit until she squirmed. “Look at that wet cunt, begging for my giant cock.” Tammy moaned, her hips bucking, her pussy aching to be filled. “Please, baby, fuck your mother!” she begged, her voice desperate. “It’s too big, but I need it!”

With a feral grunt, Max slammed into her, his thick cock stretching her tight pussy to its limits, the sensation so intense Tammy screamed, her tits bouncing wildly. “Fuck’en hell mom, you’re so goddamn tight!” Max roared, pounding her mercilessly, his heavy balls slapping her bubble ass with wet, rhythmic smacks. “Take it, you slutty bimbo, milk my fucking cock!” Tammy’s sensitive nipples sparked pleasure with every thrust, her pussy clenching as orgasms ripped through her, one after another. “Oh, Max, it’s too much!” she wailed, cumming so hard her juices squirted, soaking the sheets. “Your cock’s so big, it’s splitting my kitty! Fuck me, I’m your naughty mommy-slut!”

Max gripped her hips, thrusting deeper, his balls tightening. “Gonna fill you up, you dumb slut!” he growled, unloading a massive flood of thick, hot cum deep inside her. The sheer volume overflowed her tight pussy, spilling out in creamy rivers, dripping down her ass. “Fuck, you’re a mess,” Max laughed, smacking her jiggling ass hard, leaving a red handprint. Tammy panted, giggling through her daze, her pussy still twitching. “Max, so much goo! Is that the trick?”

Max’s grin darkened. “You don’t get it yet, do you, you brainless cumslut? Guess we need more practice.” He didn’t pull out, his cock still hard, his balls still heavy. He flipped his mother onto her hands and knees, her bubble ass high, her cum-filled pussy leaking onto the bed. “Look at that sloppy kitty,” he taunted, rubbing his cockhead against her swollen clit. Tammy whimpered, her body hypersensitive, her disbelief growing. “Again? Your cock’s too big, Max! And those balls ... they’re still so full!”

“Damn right,” Max grunted, slamming into her from behind, his thick shaft stretching her even wider. “Gonna fuck you till you understand, you busty whore!” Tammy screamed, her tits swinging, her nipples grazing the sheets, sending shocks of pleasure through her. “Oh, fuck, Max, my pussy’s so full!” she moaned, cumming again, her pussy gushing around his cock. “You’re so deep, I can’t take it!” Max pounded her harder, his balls slapping her thighs, growling, “Take it, you slut, you love your son’s giant cock!” He grabbed her hair, pulling her head back as he fucked her, her moans filling the room. “Yes, yes, I’m your dirty girl!” Tammy cried, her body shaking with another orgasm, her juices mixing with his cum.

Max groaned, his balls unloading again, another torrent of thick cum flooding her pussy, spilling out in sticky streams. Tammy collapsed, her ass still up, her pussy a leaking mess. “Oh gosh, Max, more goo?” she giggled, dazed, her body trembling. “I still don’t get the trick!”

Max wasn’t done. “Stupid bimbo, you need one more round,” he snarled, his cock still rock-hard, his balls impossibly full. He pulled her up, pinning her against the wall, her legs wrapped around his waist, her tits pressed against his chiseled chest. “Look at me while I fuck you senseless,” he ordered, thrusting into her dripping pussy, his cock stretching her to new limits. Tammy’s eyes widened, her disbelief peaking. “Max, it’s too big! Your balls ... they’re huge! How do you have more?” she gasped, her pussy clenching as he pounded her, her sensitive nipples rubbing against him, sparking endless pleasure.

“Shut up and take it, you cum-hungry mommy-slut!” Max growled, fucking her so hard the wall shook. “This tight kitty’s mine!” Tammy screamed, cumming uncontrollably, her pussy squirting, her body wracked with pleasure. “Fuck, Max, I’m your mommy-whore!” she wailed, her orgasms blending into a mind-shattering haze. Max roared, unloading a third massive load, his cum gushing out, coating her thighs, dripping to the floor. He pulled out, letting her slide down the wall, a quivering, leaking mess, her pussy overflowing, her tits heaving, her body slick with sweat and cum.

“Fuck mom, you’re a disaster,” Max laughed, wiping his cock on her bubble ass. “Good little cumslut, but you still don’t get the trick, do you?” Tammy, panting and giggling, her mind foggy with pleasure, shook her head. “No, Max, I don’t! So much goo ... we gotta practice more!” Max smirked, smacking her ass again. “That’s right, you ditzy whore. Keep practicing till you figure it out.”

Tammy tottered into the living room, her body a vision of pornographic disarray, a walking testament to her insatiable, app-enhanced lust. Her microskirt, a scandalous scrap of pink pleather, barely clung to her cum-slick thighs, riding up to expose the glistening mess dripping from her tight, hyper-responsive pussy. Her massive F-cup tits, barely contained by a ripped, sheer crop top, heaved with every breath, her hypersensitive nipples—swollen red and throbbing from relentless overstimulation—poking through like ripe berries, visible through the torn fabric. Her bubble-like ass, impossibly round and slick with sweat, jiggled provocatively with each wobbly step, the remnants of her thong long lost in Max’s room. Her long blonde curls were a tangled, cum-streaked mess, clinging to her sweat-damp skin, and her plump, glossy lips parted in a breathless giggle, her doe eyes glassy with lust and confusion. “Honeybear!” she chirped, plopping onto the couch beside Josh, her sweet Puddlebuns, her bubble ass bouncing as she landed, sending a fresh trickle of thick, white cum from her pussy onto the leather cushion. The motion made her tits jiggle wildly, her nipples sparking electric pleasure that drew a soft moan, her pussy clenching involuntarily, leaking more of Max’s seed.

Josh slouched on the couch, a shadow of the man he’d been when he and Tammy married 20 years ago. His once-toned body, built from years of hauling sod and designing gardens for his landscaping business, had turned flabby and soft over the past few weeks, his energy sapped by an unexplainable lethargy that left him exhausted and foggy-headed. His eyes, heavy with fatigue, snapped to attention at Tammy’s voice, but his gaze lingered on her outfit—or lack thereof. The microskirt and torn crop top were sluttier than anything he remembered her wearing, even after he’d used the app six months ago to transform her into his sexy bimbo fantasy. Her clothes used to be flirty—tight dresses, low-cut tops—but now? She looked like she’d stepped out of a porn shoot, her enhanced curves screaming for attention. “Honeybear!” Tammy repeated, scooting closer, her cum-slick thighs brushing his leg, her pussy’s heat radiating through the thin pleather. “Max did the trick again, but I don’t get it. Can you tell me what it is, pretty please?” Her voice was a bubbly purr, her fingers twirling a sticky curl as she pouted, her glossy lips begging for answers.

Josh’s eyes widened, his face paling as if he’d been punched. “What trick, Tammy?” he asked, his voice strained, a tremor of dread creeping in. He shifted, his flabby gut spilling over his jeans, his hands clenching the couch. Tammy giggled, oblivious to his tension, her massive tits bouncing as she leaned forward, her nipples brushing the torn fabric and making her gasp. “You know, Snugglepup, when Max rips my clothes off and fucks my kitty with his big, thick cock!” she said, her voice dripping with excitement. “He says, ‘You’re my dirty slut, mommy,’ and fills me with so much goo. It feels so good, Puddlebuns, but why’s it a trick? I don’t understand!” Her pussy throbbed at the memory, leaking more cum, her thighs shiny and slick as she squirmed.

Josh’s hands shook, his heart racing. “Max? Our son! How often does this happen?” he demanded, his voice rising, a mix of anger and disbelief. Tammy tilted her head, counting on her fingers, her tits jiggling with every move. “Um, every day for four weeks, like six times a day!” she chirped, giggling as if it were a playful secret. “Max says he’s practicing, but he keeps cumming in my tight kitty. Isn’t that so silly, Honeybear?” Her eyes sparkled, her body buzzing with arousal, her pussy dripping onto the couch, leaving a sticky puddle.

Josh’s face flushed red, his breath hitching. He’d used the app to make Tammy his perfect bimbo—huge, firm F-cup tits so sensitive she could cum from a touch, a jiggly bubble ass, a perpetually wet, tight pussy that craved him. He’d loved her begging, “Pound my kitty, Honeybear!” as he fucked her senseless. But Max, his own kid had hijacked his fantasy. Six times a day for four weeks? And her clothes—slutty beyond anything he’d programmed. Had his son tampered with the app? “Tell me everything,” he growled, his voice low, almost a snarl. “Every fucking detail, Tammy. Don’t leave anything out.”

Tammy’s eyes lit up like she’d been handed a prize, her glossy lips curving into a delighted, slutty smile. “Oh, Snugglepup, you wanna hear all the yummy stuff?” she cooed, scooting closer, her cum-slick thighs pressing against his leg, her tits bouncing as she clapped her hands. “Okay, okay! It’s so naughty, you’re gonna love it!” She giggled, her mind foggy with lust, her body trembling with the need to share every lewd moment. “So, like, an hour ago, Max pulled me into his room, and he was all, ‘Time for the trick, you busty mommy-slut!’” Her voice mimicked his growl, her pussy clenching as she spoke. “He ripped my dress right off, Puddlebuns, that new one I bought, he just tore it to pieces! My boobies bounced out, and he grabbed them so hard, twisting my nipples till I screamed. They’re so tingly, see?” She yanked her torn crop top down, exposing her massive, firm tits, her red, swollen nipples throbbing as she pinched them, moaning loudly. “Oh, fuck, Honeybear, it feels so good! I came just from that!”

Josh’s eyes widened, his limp cock twitching uselessly, his mind torn between fury and a sick, unwanted arousal. “Keep going,” he said, his voice hoarse, his hands gripping the couch until his knuckles whitened. Tammy giggled, her fingers trailing down her tummy to her microskirt, hiking it up to reveal her dripping pussy, slick with Max’s cum. “Then Max pushed me on the bed, and my legs just spread wide, like my kitty was begging!” she said, her voice breathy with excitement. “He unzipped his pants, and oh my gosh, Snugglepup, your son’ cock is so huge! Like, ten inches long, thicker than my wrist, all veiny and throbbing, and his balls? They’re so big and heavy, like they’re gonna explode!” She gasped, her eyes wide with disbelief, her pussy leaking as she spoke. “I was like, ‘Max son, it’s too big!’ but he rubbed it against my kitty, all wet and slippery, and said, ‘This tight pussy’s begging for my fat cock, you dumb MILF.’”

Tammy squirmed, her fingers slipping under her skirt, teasing her swollen clit as she recounted every detail, her pussy squelching loudly. “Then he slammed into me, Honeybear, so hard I screamed! His cock stretched my kitty so wide, it was like he was tearing me apart, but it felt so fucking good!” She moaned, fingering herself, her juices mixing with Max’s cum, dripping onto the couch. “He fucked me so hard, his big balls slapping my ass, saying, ‘Take it, you slutty bimbo, milk my big cock!’ My boobies were bouncing like crazy, my nipples sparking, and I came so hard, Puddlebuns, I squirted all over the bed!” Her body trembled, her eyes glassy as she relived the pleasure, her pussy gushing as she came again, right there on the couch.

Josh’s face was a mask of shock and rage, his limp cock betraying him with a faint twitch. “What else did our son do?” he demanded, his voice shaking, his mind reeling at how much sluttier Tammy seemed than the bimbo he’d programmed. Her clothes, her eagerness—it was more extreme than he’d set. Tammy giggled, her fingers still working her pussy, her tits heaving. “Oh, he didn’t stop, Snugglepup! He flipped me over, my bubble ass up high, and my son he fucked me doggy style! His cock went so deep, I felt it in my tummy, and his balls kept smacking me, so full and heavy! He said, ‘You love this giant cock, you dirty whore,’ and I was like, ‘Yes, Max, fuck my kitty, I’m your naughty mommy!’” She moaned, cumming again, her juices and Max’s cum pooling beneath her. “He came so much, Honeybear, it spilled out, all gooey and thick, running down my thighs like a river!”

Josh’s hands clenched, his mind spinning. “Was that it?” he growled, his voice barely controlled, needing to know the full extent of his betrayal. Tammy’s eyes sparkled, her body buzzing with arousal, oblivious to his torment. “No babe, he wasn’t done, Puddlebuns! He pinned me against the wall, my legs around his waist, my boobies pressed against his yummy muscles. His cock was still so hard, and those balls—oh gosh, still so full! I was like, ‘Max son, how do you have more?’ but he fucked me again, so hard the wall shook! He said, ‘This pussy’s mine, you cum-hungry slut,’ and I came over and over, screaming, ‘I’m your mommy-whore, Max!’ My kitty was so full, his goo was everywhere, dripping all over the floor!” She giggled, her body shaking, her pussy a leaking mess as she finished, her fingers slick with her juices and Max’s cum.

Josh’s heart pounded, his flabby body trembling. “That’s all I hope?” he asked, his voice cracking, a sick curiosity driving him. Tammy tilted her head, her lips pouting as she thought, her fingers still teasing her pussy. “Oh, no, Honeybear, there’s more!” she chirped, her voice bubbling with excitement. “Max doesn’t just fuck my kitty. Like, a few days ago, he fucked my throat again! He was watching tv here in the living room when I joined him, he grabbed my hair and shoved his huge cock in my mouth, saying, ‘Suck it, you dumb slut!’ It was so big, I gagged, but my boobies tingled, and I loved it! I slurped it all sloppy, drool dripping on my tits, and he came so much, it spilled all over my face!” She giggled, licking her lips as if tasting it again, her pussy clenching.

Josh’s jaw dropped, his limp cock useless, his mind reeling. “Your throat?” he choked out. Tammy nodded eagerly, her tits bouncing. “Uh-huh! And last week, he fucked my boobies, Snugglepup! He squeezed them together, my nipples so tingly, and slid his giant cock between them, saying, ‘Your tits are made for your son’s big cock, you busty whore!’ He came all over them, so much goo, it was like a fountain!” She moaned, pinching her nipples, her body trembling with arousal. “And a few times, he has fucked my ass, Honeybear! His cock was so big, I thought it wouldn’t fit, but he said, ‘Take it, you filthy bimbo,’ and it felt so naughty, so good! He filled my ass with goo, and it dripped out for hours!” She giggled, her fingers diving deeper into her pussy, cumming again as she spoke, her juices soaking the couch.

Josh’s world spun. Tammy was sluttier than he’d ever programmed—throat, tits, anal? He’d set her to be a horny bimbo, but this was beyond his settings. Her microskirt, her torn top, the way she flaunted her cum-drenched body—it was as if the app had been cranked to extremes. “Six times a day, every day?” he asked, his voice breaking, needing confirmation. Tammy nodded, her tits jiggling, her smile radiant. “Uh-huh! For four weeks, Puddlebuns! Max says I gotta practice till I understand the trick, but it’s so yummy, I don’t care!” She leaned in, her cum-slick thighs pressing against him, her nipples brushing his arm, sparking moans. “Don’t be mad, Snugglepup! It’s just like when you fuck my kitty. Well not just like, its so much more, he’s so much bigger right? But You love when I say, ‘Pound me, Honeybear!’” She giggled, oblivious to the storm in Josh’s eyes, her body radiating lust, her pussy still leaking a thick river of her son’s heavy goo.

The more Josh asked, the happier Tammy seemed, her naive enthusiasm growing with every detail. She thought everything was fine, her slutty confessions a gift to her Honeybear. “Sometimes Max fucks me in the kitchen, Puddlebuns, right on the counter! Or in the shower, his cock so deep in my kitty, water and goo everywhere!” she chirped, her fingers working her pussy, her body shaking with another orgasm. “It’s so fun, Snugglepup! You should try the trick with us!” Josh’s mind screamed, his flabby body trembling with rage and humiliation. Max had turned his mom into a cum-hungry slut beyond Josh’s wildest intentions, and her slutty outfits—barely-there skirts, tops that hid nothing—proved it. But his body felt heavy, his mind foggy, his cock limp and useless. “We’re not done talking,” he muttered, his voice weak, his eyes burning with a mix of fury and helpless arousal, knowing he had to confront Max—but dreading what he’d find.

Three months ago, the living room was dim, lit only by the flickering glow of the TV paused on a streaming service menu. Josh sat on the edge of the couch, his phone clutched tightly in his hand, the app’s neon-pink interface still open. Tammy was upstairs, humming to herself in a way that felt ... different. Lighter. Unnervingly carefree. The changes had been subtle at first—her laughter brighter, her movements looser, her figure somehow more pronounced in ways Josh couldn’t unsee. The app had promised “enhancements,” and it had delivered. Firmer curves, a certain eagerness in her eyes that hadn’t been there in years. But now, as the floorboards creaked above, a pit formed in Josh’s stomach.

The front door slammed open, and Max stormed in, his backpack slung carelessly over one shoulder. His face was a storm cloud—jaw tight, eyes narrowed. At seventeen, he was all sharp angles and restless energy, his dark hair falling into his eyes as he glared at his father.

“Dad, what the hell did you do to Mom?” Max’s voice was low, but it carried a razor’s edge.

Josh’s grip on the phone tightened, the screen dimming as he fumbled to lock it. “Max, calm down. What are you talking about?”

“Don’t play dumb.” Max dropped his bag with a thud and crossed the room in three strides, stopping just short of the couch. “She’s ... she’s not herself. She’s giggling like some teenager, wearing clothes she’d never touch before, and—” His voice cracked, and he looked away, his cheeks flushing with a mix of anger and embarrassment. “I heard her talking to you last night. It’s like she’s someone else. Then I saw that stupid app on your phone when you left it on the counter. ‘Bimbo Boost’? Are you serious?”

Josh’s mouth went dry. He’d thought he’d been careful. The app was supposed to be discreet, a quick fix to reignite things with Tammy, to bring back the spark they’d lost somewhere between mortgages and late-night arguments. It wasn’t supposed to hurt anyone. “Max, you don’t understand. It’s just ... it’s just a tool. It makes her happy, more open—”

“Happy?” Max’s voice rose, sharp enough to cut through the quiet house. “You turned her into some kind of ... of sex doll for yourself! You think that’s happiness? She’s my mom, Dad. Not your personal fantasy.”

Josh stood, his hands raised defensively. “I didn’t mean for it to go this far. I just wanted us to be closer again, like we used to be. The app said it would enhance her, make her feel good—”

“Enhance her?” Max laughed, but it was bitter, hollow. “You gave her a fake personality and a body that’s not even hers. Did you even ask her? Did she get a say in this?”

The question hit like a punch. Josh opened his mouth, then closed it. The app hadn’t required consent—just a photo and a few taps. “She’s still your mom, Max. She’s still Tammy. It’s just ... adjustments.”

Max shook his head, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Adjustments? You rewrote her. I looked at the app’s settings when you were in the shower. You cranked up everything—her looks, her ... her sex drive. You made her into something she’s not. What happens when it wears off? Or worse, what if it doesn’t?”

Josh’s stomach twisted. The app’s fine print had been vague, something about “permanent integration” after prolonged use. He hadn’t read it closely. He hadn’t thought he’d need to. “I’ll fix it,” he said, his voice quieter now, almost pleading. “I’ll turn it off, okay? I’ll figure out how to undo it.”

Max took a step closer, his voice dropping to a fierce whisper. “You better. Because if you don’t, I’m telling her everything. I’m not letting you keep her like this.” He turned, grabbing his bag, and headed for the stairs, pausing only to throw one last look at his father—a mix of disgust and something softer, like pity. “She deserves better than this, Dad. And so do you.”