RESULTS MAY VARY--Deception, Addiction, Mutation, Revenge

Story by Bec De Corbin

RESULTS MAY VARY

By Bec De Corbin

RESULTS MAY VARY.We've all read that warning somewhere.

The next time yousee those words, you might want to think about what happened to me and Mom.

Dinah Powers: That'sthe name the pummeled big-rig driver gave to the state troopers when he came tohis senses at the hospital. But, she’s really my mother.

If I know anything,the middle name of her alias is Might.

The fifty-foottrailer, crammed with a fortune of TVs, stereo equipment and other goodies forFunk-You's media warehouse was uncoupled at the truck stop. She only wanted thetractor to ride around in; they're roomy.

Our little family,Mom and me, has turned anti-social. I still feel I have my whole life ahead ofme. Mom? I don't know exactly what her kick is except for some payback.

My mom has changedher name and her appearance-—don't bother looking for her name and likenesseither on the FBI's most-wanted list or among the mug shots at your local postoffice. Her last driver's license lists her height at five feet, one inch—-andher weight at ninety-nine lbs.

But those are justdry measurements. Before she changed, she shuffled, muttered and spent most ofher time sitting or lying down. Limp blond hair, sadly thin on her scalp,didn't quite hang to her shoulders; she covered up her receded hairline with a varietyof hats and wigs.

She pawned herwedding ring. Hell, it slipped off her finger so many times she couldn't wearit.

No way she can wearthat wedding ring now unless it's around the base of her clit or on one of hernipples. Given the lousy attitude she had about my dad, she had to have pawnedit early on.

Once or twice, ather lowest, she fainted at home. The second time was in her bra and pantieswhich didn't fit her frame anymore and sagged like something she had to borrowfrom a much bigger woman.

She's got to beabout six feet, nine inches now. She probably goes about four hundred pounds.And she isn't obese if that's what you're wondering. It's all bone and muscle.She has hair like a rock star if she lets it grow out. The hospitalized truckerdescribed her as having a crew cut. But from what I observed, her hair growsfast, maybe two inches in twenty-four hours.

Mom used me to getthe way she is now, but I've got the upper hand for the moment—-and I'm takingevery opportunity to enjoy my freedom and get ready for the next round. Shepromised to hunt me down. I don't intend to go easily.

Not so long as I'vegot my once-secret weapon. The ones she made herself. And those take someexplanation:

I hide my amazingpep pills in plain sight; they look so unappetizing and innocuous that nodrug-cultured freak or professor of chemistry would ever recognize them.

They are amazinglypotent. But they were very dangerous to produce and harvest. Once I metabolizethe nutrients in the pills, I go a little overboard with my appetites.

Well, life is short.Here today, gone tomorrow---you've heard that too.

I’m going to sleepin a wet spot, but I don’t care.

Hell, there are somany of those wet spots in the sheets it’s impossible to lie down withouttouching one of them.

Yeah, I feel prettygood about myself if I do say so.

My cock, a fairlytireless monster that stands a foot tall, is still hard after three orgasms. Consideringwhat else I have to do with it, all those extra inches can add to the ordeal.

For the moment,though, I can time things out. My system is amazing. My climaxes, numerous asthey are, feel like the best revenge I could have dreamed of. On good d

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