The living room of the old fat grandmother's house was filled with an eerie light as the TV flickered, casting strange shadows on the walls. The grandmother and her middle-aged daughter sat on the couch, their eyes glued to the screen.
Suddenly, they both stood up and walked to the mirror, their faces becoming vacant and mindless. They tied their hair up in a tight bun, their personalities disappearing, replaced by a trance-like state.
The grandson/son of the middle-aged daughter entered the room, his eyes lighting up at the sight of his grandmother and mother as bunslaves. He approached the old fat grandmother, a devious smile on his face.
"Well, well, well, look at you, grandma. You look good," he said, a playful insult. He ran his fingers through her bun, feeling the power he held over her.
The old fat grandmother didn't respond, but her body reacted to his touch. He chuckled and turned to his mother, repeating the process. The middle-aged daughter, still in a trance, allowed her son to touch her. She even closed her eyes and leaned into his touch.
The grandson/son of the middle-aged daughter took advantage of the situation and began to undress his grandmother and mother. They didn't resist, their bodies moving on autopilot. He took off his own clothes and began to have his way with his grandmother and mother.
The TV in the background continued to flicker, the mind control still in full effect. The old fat grandmother and her daughter were reduced to being bunslaves, their minds controlled by the TV and their bodies used by their grandson/son.
The grandson/son of the middle-aged daughter reveled in the power he had over his grandmother and mother. He satisfied his desires, knowing that they were unable to resist him.
The chapter ended with the grandson/son of the middle-aged daughter satisfied, the old fat grandmother and her daughter still in a trance, their hair still tied up in a tight bun. The TV flickered off, but the mind control still lingered. The old fat grandmother and her daughter were now permanent bunslaves, controlled by their grandson/son and the mind control of the TV.
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