It would be over soon, Brent realized. After the wheel had come up on Red, when he'd bet on Black... oohhh! Again! He was losing chips hand over fist! There went his stimulus rebate check, and his mortgage payment...ouch!
"I can turn it around..." he hissed, gripping the rim of the table expectantly, amidst the glitz and glitter of the casino floor.
And the girls. Two of them. Brent knew they were the 'good- time' party-girl gold-diggers his mom had always warned him about but... they were still being friendly, still treating him like a high-roller but...really Brent couldn't pretend to be – even before he'd started losing his shirt, he wasn't the type who could plop down a million bucks in Vegas! Yet there were these two girls rubbing up to him, dressed in sequined red cocktail dresses that seemed to hoist up their generous boobs into spectacular display. Like true gamble-holics everywhere, Brent put down more chips than he could ever afford to lose, knowing that just one more spin would turn his luck around!
"31...black!" announced the gaming attendant.
" NOOOO!!! "A vein pulsed in Brent's forehead as the implications hit him, and his chips were scooped away. How onerous the sparkling lights and cheerful beeps and tinkles were now, now that he'd blown so much needed cash! It was an insult now, the slot machines, the blackjack. Brent stood there stunned, only able to muster a sneer of jealousy as he heard a slot machine behind ringing and buzzing as it showered coins onto a plump, sputtering old biddie.
"Ohhhh... I think that was everything." Cooed one of the good-time girls behind him. 'Well, that's the last I'll see of them...' Brent thought. The last thing he could have expected was the feel of a pair of nipples pressing into his back.
"So frustrating, when the game turns against you like that." Mewed the twin sister. They were sparkling, platinum-blond goddesses, with a shock of white-gold hair covering their left eye for a flavor of supreme sultriness, and they were identical. To look at them was to be torn between dazzlingly glamorous faces and jutting boobs that seemed to rise up threateningly from below. On the male chauvinistic 1-10 scale of female attractiveness, each of them was a 12.
"I think you're in need of some serious comfort." said the other twin, er... her name might have been Sally. And the two uber-babes hooked arms and really dragged Brent off the floor of the casino with an unfathomable urgency!
"It's kinda good that you finally lost..." said her twin... er... Brent wasn't sure of her name.
"Wh-wha?"
"Yes, if you'd kept on winning, we might have been out there for hours." moped Sally, as she rubbed Brent's shoulders. As the pair stumbled through the hallway, Brent caught of glimpse of the three of them in an ornate, decorative mirror on the way to the guest hotel in this colossal, resort-casino-hotel-entertainment palace as only Vegas could do properly. The mirror showed a pudgy, hairy-armed bald forty-year-old with a phony Hawaiian T-shirt desperately trying to hold on to his youth. And he was
surrounded by two toned and busty goddesses that could only be gold-diggers. But he'd lost all his money. They knew he'd lost all his money. Brent's mind struggled for an answer. He'd been seeing a lot of these impossibly gorgeous babes running around more and more lately, but he didn't approach them – babes like this.... had to be out of his league! And yet, here they were! Could they be planning to slip him a Mickey and steal his wallet? But they know that he lost his money. Maybe they wanted to have sex with him, take compromising photos, and then blackmail him? But Brent was divorced twice, not married now. Nothing to pay Blackmail with.
The only possibility he came up with was that these gals wanted to knock him out, put him naked in a bathtub full of ice and harvest his kidneys – but that seemed so unlikely he decided to just roll with it and risk it. But it wasn't his kidneys, it was his cock they wanted. Inside a lavish, multi-thousand dollar suite, platinum -blond models thrashed atop his rampant dick. It was like a dream, a giggling, soft-skinned, silky-haired dream with ginormous tits, and a grip around his rod like wet velvet. And Brent was cumming! Cumming like never before! He didn't care anymore! Didn't care what the cost was, the price...blasting his seed into these busomy supermodels seemed worth any risk. For a moment, the loss of all that money seemed a small price to pay.
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Brent's face hurt. From Smiling. Apparently he'd drifted off locked in a rictus of pleasure. He arose from the silky, king-sized bed, and moaned. His cock! So huge, hard! His eight-inches of rigid meat poked through his bathrobe and throbbed with male potential. Not since he was a teenager had he felt this way! He knew that he... he must have cum two -three times last night. Yet, it didn't seem to matter; Brent was even hornier than last night!
"Ooh... you got any plans for that cock Mister?" It was Sally. Naked. Dripping wet. She seemed to have just emerged from the shower. Brent had the distinct insight that it was not necessarily because she needed cleaning – she simply wanted to look wet and shiny. For him. Blatantly, she postured herself. With a throaty moan she ran a hand between her ample, jutting breasts that glistened as though sprinkled with diamond dust. She was thrusting her womanly assets and her naked sex towards him, arching her back to present Brent with a nude paradise of female treasures to explore. She was panting, glaring at him the way he should have been glaring at them – sex objects, fuckmeat. Brent's breath caught in his throat. It was universal arousal. Every part of her tanned body exuded raw femininity in a way that was almost surreal. Her face – even her face seemed pornographic, plump lips, smoldering eyes, upswept, pointed eyebrows with a sharp, savage beauty. Every part of her flesh was sexy – For Brent, even her kneecaps seemed fuck-worthy.
"B-but wh- I don't understand; you girls know that I lost big at the tables last night! And you're still here? I just... are you hooker- I mean, working girls? What is it that you-"
But she cut him off.
"I know men love to analyze and understand, but there's no need for that. No need to understand. You are going to fuck me. Me and my sister. You will grab me, force me to the bed, and impale me with you cock." She waved her cantaloupe-sized tits at him. "That is all that matters; you are male, I am female – and you will fuck me deep." And then the smell hit him. The musky, pungent animal-scent assailed Brent – the scent that he had never smelled before, yet he knew the odor, the deepest corners of his primal brain knew the scent. The scent of sex and breeding. The select molecules muffled Brent's higher brain functions, and questions began to die out as he groaned his desire. Her identical sister caressed him from behind, nibbled his ear, and bombarded him with a similar mating musk. Roaring his masculinity, the bathrobe slid from his shoulders as the two hotties slid to either side of him, and his cock throbbed with pleasure as a sex -rage filled him. It was difficult to remember, as his rational mind slipped away under a tide of predatory lust.
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Two Months Later -
Another perk of being Master of a Shifter Harem was the effort the girls made to reconstruct and refurbish their man's surroundings into something most soothing, pleasant, and arousing from their man's perspective. While Brent would never achieve his dream of getting filthy rich and retiring to Hawaii, his girls had spent a lot of money and effort to bring the dream to him. Brent spent his days in a lush, marble- floored atrium with tropical- looking plants, a skylight, and a variety of Jacuzzis built into the floor. Dimly, he was aware that the cost of all this must have been astronomical, but they had accomplished it all without discussing it with him, and his queries were answered by milk-dripping breasts in his face, sultry mouths kissing his massive cock, and the insistence that he - "Lie back, and don't worry about things like that."
Indeed, all Brent had to do was cum. And that he did with explosive relish. His girls would seduce him wearing flowers in the hair, and Tropical Lais around their shoulders, and milky-tits, sultry, exotic eyes and mango-ripe lips. Something else Brent became convinced of – they must know – they must have a way to read or... calculate his desires. It was last week he was thinking of how nice a Pina Colada would be, and a minute later a redhead with lush hips carrying a silver platter appeared and presented him with the drink requested – yet he hadn't requested it! He just desired it, dreamed of it! And they knew. He'd taken that redhead into his jaccuzzi, and was compelled to give her an hour of gratitude fucks amidst her gurgles of joy. He was certainly astute enough to know that his girls craved sperm for its own sake. But then, he'd thought that his Jaccuzzi water was too cool, with not enough bubbles. He'd just been about to open his mouth when a rush of heat and tingling bubbles caressed his skin.
"How's that Master? Better?" Asked a coppery-tanned shifter girl with the complexion not unlike that of an Island Native, but with jutting boobs far larger than normal. Brent gurgled in bliss – and of course, that meant that she too had to be given gratitude fucks for the next hour. And as he lounged in bliss in his bubbling pool, surrounded by luscious, lovely shape-shifters, he suddenly remembered what he'd been thinking of before the gratitude sex with the redhead.
"Ohhh... please bring, whoever cooked me that Fettuccine Alfredo, so delicate and refined... taste extraordinary."
Before he was distracted by the Pina Colada and gratitude sex with the redhead with the huge hips, he was wanting to give gratitude sex to whoever had cooked him dinner last night.
Somehow, they just knew that he was hungry for something more than simply the hot, sweet milk that spurted from their breasts. He could survive just fine on nothing but Shifter- milk, but still he wanted solid foods, and they seemed to know what he wanted....without him asking! How much sex had there been today? Lately, it seemed like he could cum a dozen times back to back, but if he spaced out his fuckings, he could easily get in fifteen pussy-reamings before resting. No...no that was last week; yesterday he had enjoyed sixteen back-to- back orgasms that unleashed more pure sperm than he had ever produced in all his teenage years. But he felt it, he felt that hot tingling in his balls, and he knew... he knew that he was growing bigger, more virile still!
Two auburn-haired supermodels slid to either side of him and whispered in his ear how much they craved him, what a powerful man he was, how he deserved the chance to pass his seed into as many women as he could lay hands on!
"Only thing... would make it better... is my old buddy... from way back..." But Brent slid into contented slumber as his cock went semi-limp as he moaned his satisfaction, soon nodding off. He did not mention this again upon awaking.
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Three Months Later....
Brittany was happy; the others had missed it – missed the Master's words. She couldn't blame them, Brent's dialogue the past month had been largely restricted to groans of orgasmic pleasure, cackles of delight, and the words: fuckfuckfuckfuck... trailing off into incoherence. His harem had grown, and he had grown – in many ways. His Jaccuzzi had been expanded, to allow mass-orgies with as many as sixteen shifter -women at once. There was rarely anything to talk about, the nubile alien concubines had become so attuned to their Man-master in the five months since he started fucking their ancestors in Las Vegas, that his smallest need was anticipated far in advance, his every whim was prepared for him before he knew to ask for it. All he needed to do now was buck his hips, moan with joy, and ejaculate... ejaculate non-stop into the pussies, mouths, and asses of ravishing supermodels more impossibly gorgeous than anyone he ever dreamed of knowing. But Brent had whispered something to her as she was suckling him on his usual diet of libido-multiplying shifter-milk straight from her ripe tits.
"Always wanted... to see my old buddy again... remember his number... his address...wish I could see him again." And Brittany listened. Listened and remembered. While the others thrashed and fucked senselessly.
Brittany was learning, and planning. After memorizing the information, she stroked Brent's head, encouraged him to grope her tits for a bit, then pressed a nipple into his mouth and lactated a mixture sweeter than a Dairy Queen milkshake, but with potent chemicals that would shut-down higher brain functions and increase tactile sensitivity. Brent gurgled as rational thought was forgotten and he slid back into a vegetative, consuming sexual bliss. His concubines squealed as his male potency increased.
It was difficult to see what was happening in the deep jacuzzi, but it looked as though sixteen nympho-hotties were all rutting, fucking him all at once. Brent clenched his jaw and began giggling maniacally, as he had done more and more lately. Brittany had come to understand that between the sexual-enhancement hormones and narcotic shifter milk Brent's mind was reeling under more pleasure than the human brain was designed for. The pleasure centers of his brain fired non-stop, day and night, burying reason under paroxysms of eternal orgasm. Brittany knew that Brent's sperm production was at the point where he could not have sex fast enough. The time it took for him to spew his load was now far greater than the time needed to produce yet more sperm. There were days were Brent never stopped ejaculating. Just what every Shifter wanted. But Brittany knew better. She knew what was coming. She knew what had to happen as her Master's brain overloaded with sensual bliss. She stepped out of the Seraglio, past the crowds of naked women awaiting their turns with Brent and his sperm, and she stood naked in the hallway, dialing the number she'd been given on one of her cell phones. She arched her back and jiggled her milk-dribbling tits, looking like nothing so much as an Eastern-European, dark-haired pornstar who had retired to become a professional wetnurse.
The phone dialed, connecting through the service provider for several seconds as sweet trails of lactate as addictive as cocaine trailed down a nude, nubile female form fit enough for a personal fitness trainer, busty enough for a big-tit girly mag, but with a face hauntingly elegant enough for the runways of Paris, or Milan.
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The phone rings. Your Phone. Your cell phone. You decide to answer it yourself. "H-hello?"
"Hey, buddy! You remember me? It's old Brent - and have I got a surprise for you!" says a very male voice on the other line.
"Wow! Brent Harrington... it's been months! Weren't you in Vegas last time?"
The voice of this long-standing friend of your family sounds as jubilant as ever.
"Oh yeah, scored big-time, got a great gig going right now... and... I got a surprise for you, buddy!"
"What, surprise -whaddya mean? What am I five years old? You gonna pull a quarter out of my ear or something?" you chuckle.
"Ohhh... just you wait buddy, I'm sending something your way that'll knock your socks off."
"Wow, well uhm... sure, sounds like a blast. When're you gonna be in town?" you ask. But Brent just chuckles.
"Just you wait buddy! Like nothing you've ever seen!" came the non-answer. And the connection died. How odd, but Brent was always pulling crazy, spontaneous stunts like that. Still, you doubt that Brent has anything up his sleeve to compare with what you've got going for you these days! You've just now reached the point to where fitting into most pants is all but impossible, and you understand that every one of your Shifter girls is able to impersonate you at work. You're just beginning to wrap your brain around the implications of the pleasure that can be yours now, presiding over a shifter-harem 24/7. Speaking of wrapping your brain around it – one of your girls is wrapping her tits around your foot-long cock even now! No.... no that was Saturday that you were sure it was a foot-long, now you've become convinced that you've gained at least another inch of manhood. Her name was Lisa, a dark-haired hottie giving you the tit-fuck of your dreams as you lounge on the second bed that the girls have placed in your living room for greater space. Your bedroom is getting too cramped for a proper orgy. You shudder with bliss, Lisa has begun to sprout a second pair of breasts, encasing your cock in back-to-back valleys of luscious boob, while next to her, a reddish-blond lovely named Tina licks what little of your dick remains exposed with an unusually long tongue. Then another tongue emerges from her mouth, and the two appendages bathe your cock in liquid pleasure further lubricating the four tits now sliding up and down your member. Your girls seemed well prepared – able to anticipate that today would be the day you finally allowed your shifters to replace you at work, and they've gone all out to show their appreciation. An Asian girl with wide, willowy hips crouches near you, feeding you cherries and whipped-cream, which you wash down with hot, sweet milk from the tits of a bosomy, olive-skinned lovely with a Mediterranean appearance, and breasts to shame a porn-star.
You figured out a while ago that shifter-milk actually makes you hornier, but you find that you like it. The more you begin to crave the sex, the better the sex becomes. Talia, another of your concubines pulls your head into her lap, and begins to massage your stomach and chest with hot, tingling body-oil. You never saw a bottle, and begin to realize that she's somehow producing the soothing, slippery oil herself, from her own hands. Talia moans, and another set of hands emerges from behind her back and begins to pinch your nipples as she smothers your face in her pillowy breasts between bites of candied cherries, and mouthfuls of aphrodisiac lactation. Really, the freaky shape-shifting was scary at first, but in the end, you were more afraid of losing access to the non-stop sensual pleasure of your shifters than you were of their morphic abilities. Endless sex...ENDLESS!! That promise trumped any normal trepidation you might have felt. It wasn't always like this; once you were depressed and confused by the fair sex: Your last girlfriend had viciously dumped you; it was hard to say why – one of those things were she thought you should have understood her feelings; but she couldn't tell you what her real problem was, because it was something you should have known intuitively if you really cared about her. You tried to ask, but that only made her angrier. "If you have to even ask then it's over!" she declared, storming out of your life, leaving you flustered, confused, and horny as you wracked your brains for some secret, subtle wrong you might have committed. Finally you decided to just forget your troubles at the local strip club, not really thinking, knowing what to expect, what you hoped to gain. Then you met her – a new girl at the club. Her stage-name was Stormy, and she singled you out after her performance for a private lap dance. A private FREE lapdance. You were in the backroom, and she was humping...gyrating, thrashing against your groin. Nibbling your ear, rubbing her boobs into your face. Those breasts, too high and firm to be real surely, but too soft, pliable and life-like to be fake. You only knew for sure that she was a smokin' hot reddish-blonde fireball of sexiness.
"Rape me," Stormy hissed.
"Wh- wha?" Maybe you didn't hear her.
"Take me, force me, fill me, fuck me, rape me!" She moaned as she waved her bikini-clad ass in her face and put her mouth to your crotch and made a vibrating growl.
"Ohhh... " You had intended to be a gentleman...but that kind of talk, it got you stoked like never before! She wrapped her legs around your hips as you struggled to your feet – not sure exactly what you were going to do to this naked, nubile, teasing stripper-nympho with melon-sized tits. She stuck her tongue down your throat as you clutched her hot, naked body.
"Too public? Take me back to your place. I'll be totally at your mercy..."
"Y- you... serious?" you panted in her ear.
"Your place.... I wanna go there! Now! Back exit over that way... don't argue with me..." she hissed into your ear.
"Just throw me in your car, take me home, and fuck the hell out of me!" It was hard to say whether it was her slutty language, or her body built for sex that pushed you over the edge, but soon you were stumbling through the back exit of Titopia Triple-X clutching each other tight enough to give tonsil-examinations as you somehow found your way back to your car. Stormy knew you weren't going to make it, as you pulled up in front of your pad, she had your pants down, your cock out as you first began to spurt. She sucked down your jizz like it was the nectar of the gods, but it didn't end there. Most chicks would have realized you'd be useless to them after cumming so hard, so long. But Stormy seemed convinced she could get a rise out of you again. And she did, in your bedroom, in less than an hour. Soon, it was like you'd never cum at all! You fucked that crazy stripper all night with an endurance you'd never believed possible. And she stayed. Soon, Stormy had grown larger, she blossomed from an average height F-cup stripper into a statuesque warrior-princess amazon fantasy. She was nearly seven-feet tall near the end, and she wanted you even more! The first shifter-split had really freaked you out, as Stormy began to bulge and stretch, then growing new arms, a new head, until a whole other woman had pulled herself apart from the original. But both of them changed shape, until they had reached a new baseline appearance. There were two of them now, twins that looked like teenage girls, and their sex-drive, and devotion to you was unlike anything you'd gotten from a girlfriend! So Stormy had become Stella and Tory. Stella grew on a diet of your sperm, until she'd become Stacy and Ella. Tory became Cory and Terry and then you almost started to lose track. They seemed to cover a span of different ethnicities, many white, some black, some girls that might have been pacific islanders, Asians, Indians, and a lot of Nordic blondes. They were remodeling the house, too. In homage to the way you'd found their ancestor, a stripper-pole had now been installed in your living room, and Ella's progeny, Ellen and Lena were in the process of installing a Disco ball and strobe lights. Now that Terry was morphing herself into you, and going to work for you, it was a whole new world of pleasures. You put aside the strangeness, and just began to focus on the sex.
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"Wait your turn, freak!" growled Elena as she pushed Trina out of the way and approached the Master for a fucking.
"But...but I have waited!" Trina groaned. That was typical. The rest of the harem hated Trina, and why not – she was a freak. With so many shifters being spawned in so many places, with such a wide variety of human DNA to feed on, it was inevitable that genetic quirks would begin to appear. Trina slumped, naked to the floor, her hair shifted from a honey blond to a mahogany brown towards a rich scarlet shade. And that was her problem. A rare mutation that happened when Terry had split resulted in a unique type of shifter. Trina found that her shapeshifting abilities seemed to be turned on all the time. Without wanting to, her hair color would change shades, her regally beautiful face would slowly change details like the shape of her nose and fullness of her lips. And her boobs would sometimes grow out of control before she realized it. All shifters could easily duplicate such transformations, but they all had control. All her sisters had a baseline female identity that they had when they weren't trying. But they could adjust, even make massive changes whenever they wanted. But Trina, she was changing all the time! She just didn't have the normal level of control the others did. She had to concentrate on NOT shifting! That made life very complicated. When not fucking the Master, all the girls found ways to pitch in with money and chores, working a wide array of incredible and unlikely jobs to feed the growing harem. But Trina couldn't get work outside the house, she would tip off humans right away! Impossible to impersonate the Master for business purposes. Plus, most shifters were wary of advertising their nature in public. And the others undoubtedly resented her for being different. She could only hope that when she finally did get enough DNA to split that her progeny would be spared her defect.
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You were wrong, things Really could get better. You haven't been to work in... who knew how long? Your living room has been renovated into a tittie-bar strip club, don't know how your girls got the money – they tell you not to worry about things like that. After examining your old boombox, hearing and feeling it, a dark-skinned beauty in your harem now has the ability to flawlessly reproduce any song in any album in your collection.
She stalks along the floor, in a cat-like pose, with her mouth open, blaring out rap music with lyrics about boobs, hardons, and dirty dancing, perfectly duplicating the instrumentals and chorus of voices. These Bodyshifter women seem limitless in their potential. The back wall has been removed, workers came and installed two massive tanks of water thousands of gallons in volume, where several of your girls had turned into glamorous mermaids in a variety of colors as others took turns gyrating on the stripper-pole as still others licked and tittie-fucked you to yet another orgasm. You moan on your cushions as two more nuzzle your shoulders, swearing undying love for you and waxing poetic about your awesome virility. But you do realize that to keep things happy and running smooth, you have to give them encouragement. Some girls get annoyed by guys that bombard them with compliments about their beauty, but Shifters will coo with pleasure and embrace you.
"Do we please you, Master?" are the most common words spoken now. And you've decided to get a little proactive and just comment whenever one of them does something great, causing giggles of delight and greater enthusiasm.
And that's when SHE showed up. The door was open, and she let herself in. Skimpy red lingerie and high-heels encased a bosomy form no more impressive than the supermodels already surrounding you, except her breasts... the football-like mounds angle their nipples at your pointedly, swollen with milk that you find yourself yearning to drink. Her face...midnight-black hair forming a dark aura around hauntingly elegant features with upswept, pointed eyebrows, strikingly gorgeous...
"Hi, I'm Brittany. Your friend Brent sent me. He says we're going to love each other." she purrs. And there was a scent, a strangely electrifying musk that makes you feel more sexually alive than you have in days. The harem knows it, feels it. The music playing from Corinna's mouth lowers in volume, strippers slide down from their poles, the mermaids in their tanks stop swimming and thrusting their breasts at you... all watch and wait as you open your arms and embrace Brittany.
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Trina found it disturbing on many levels. All the sudden, it was like Brittany and her progeny had just taken over the harem! The Master still fucked his regular girls, but it seemed like he spent half his days with the newcomer, and then her offspring! Trina watched in jealousy as Corinna moaned. The shifter who had learned to copy the sounds of music discs inside her body had grown enormously over the past weeks. She was tall, muscled more like a fitness model than pornstar, but her breasts had far surpassed G -cup and could challenge soccerballs in size. Corinna thrashed as a new pair of arms grew from her back. Master had liked her trick of duplicating the function of a boom-box, now she had enough genetic material to reproduce. Would Trina ever get to that point? A new woman seemed to be pulling herself out of Corinna's back – boobs seemed to multiply and slide around behind to attach to the newborn - Corrina's ass began bulging. Finally, with a definitive stretch and pop, the two new shifters separated. Their bodies were pale, and their faces shifted rapidly, hair-colors changing, until both bodies settled on a new appearance.
"I'm Corinne!" said a new, teenage girl. Her skin was dusky, hair ink-black. Like an Arabic woman.
"I'm Rina!" said her identical twin. But these new arrivals to the harem were – ignored? Master was now being pampered by two sultry redheads, and it was obvious they were from Brittany's lineage, the way their boobs thrust out, those weirdly elegant upswept eyebrows. But a third woman, a coppery-haired lovely had straddled the Master's cock, and his orgasm was spectacular as he spurted his precious seed into her. This was new, different... Trina realized. The copper-haired woman started to bulge – her belly... twitching, expanding? As though she'd smuggled a melon under her stomach, her abdomen began to swell – and Trina recognized this – this was not unlike a human female pregnancy. The shifter moaned as her breasts leaked her sweet milk as her belly blew and grew and spread forward. In less than ten seconds of fertile growth, she looked like a human nine-months pregnant.
"But..but that's not..."
Trina stammered. The coppery-haired shifter opened her green eyes and regarded Trina.
"It's always been easier for our kind to take human forms with more human DNA. My sisters and I have evolved.... further than you. We're the next stage of Bodyshifters. More like human females, better adapted to serve and fuck human men. Better equipped to pleasure our Masters." sneered the new woman with a hint of superiority. The Master seemed oblivious to this exchange, eyes squeezed shut, he simply gripped her hips while thrusting himself deeper as he unleashed yet more hot, white semen blasting into her depths. "Almost...almost there!" she grunted, as the Master's enhanced virility caused him to continue to pump more and more sperm into her greedy womb, while he thrashed in paroxysms of white-hot pleasure that allowed for nothing else but more sex.
"LIFE!!!!" shouted the coppery-haired woman as she collapsed and began to slide off the Master's cock. He was now sixteen inches long, his balls were bigger, and Trina could sense that his sperm production would increase now faster than ever.
The pregnant Shifter's belly swelled yet further, her breasts plumping outwards from mere footballs, to a length not unlike a human forearm, into vast, pillowy boobs that spread to the side to dribble their milk as her womb swelled and pulsed. She gurgled in pleasure as the changes took over her form. Soon, it became clear that her belly was...pinching off. Her body grew pale, her belly rose up and began to separate itself. With a pop, her belly separated into a ball, that tightened itself into arms, legs, head and boobs. Both had changed, shifting into honey-blonde bombshells with perky noses and green eyes. Much like busty, D-cup cheerleaders, as all shifters are when born. But what struck Trina was that she'd known this Shifter, seen then since they had first split from their ancestor. For most Shifters, it could take as long as three weeks of regular fucking before they had enough genetic material to replicate. But...but the pregnant shifter... she'd only been born nine days ago! This new kind of Shifter didn't need to grow into a taller, amazon fitness-model giantess woman to survive reproduction. They could split while still in the middle, porn-star phase of Shifter life! That meant that this new variety could increase their numbers far faster... was this the future? Trina didn't like it, didn't trust it. Maybe... a lot like her own sisters didn't trust her! She wanted to know more about this new strain of Bodyshifter! The Master grunted, and groped the boobs of one of the redheads behind him. His cock, still rigid was surrounded by more Shifter pussy as he continued his non-stop orgy.
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"Don't change! Don't change!" Trina had been pulled over on a deserted stretch of highway going through Nevada, but she wouldn't take any chances. Not all humans knew about, or believed in Bodyshifters, and Trina thought it best to keep a low profile. The state patrolman had stopped her driving one of the many cars her harem shared, but to her knowledge she hadn't broken any laws.
"Ma'am, I'm gonna need to see your license and registration." He was a grizzled, fiftyish human with a scarred, weathered face. But it had been days since Trina had been fucked, and she felt a deep twist of hunger in her pussy. Low profile... she mustn't let her nymphomania show. She mustn't start changing shape either. For her, it was so easy to spontaneously shift her hair color when distracted. Don't do it... Don't do it... don't change haircolor. She gulped as the Trooper examined the well-forged fake I.D. That many Shifters had learned to duplicate and sell illegally.
"Ma'am, now the reason I stopped you is... is... your... uh..." Trina concentrated, she was not changing! Her color would not change! Same color! She was a pleasant honey blonde! No changes! Thanks to her mutations, constant effort would be needed to restrain her rampant shifting abilities! Trina's eyes closed as the officer studied her.... her tank-top. The perfect handful D -cup orbs began to perk up, then puff outwards. Her boobs they, they were getting bigger! Trina was oblivious to the Trooper's stammerings as she unwittingly allowed her bust to throb and pulse and grow. Five inches her breasts jutted forward... Then seven, as they spilled outwards and down with increasing girth and womanly ripeness. Onward, from mere grapefruit size, inch -after-busty inch... onward to a cushiony girth large enough to contain her own head. Only then did she realize what she'd done! In her attempts to keep her hair from changing shade, she had become totally distracted! Her protean body responded to her arousal by enlarging her boobs! Maybe she could make this work.
"I'll do ANYTHING to avoid trouble officer...ANYTHING..." Trina purred. A vein in the human's neck began to throb, he seemed... tense.
"Ah'm gonna have to ask you to step out of the car, Miss."
But when Trina did, her clothing vanished and she covered her skin with a glistening, aphrodisiac body oil that could arouse a man by touch alone. She arched her back, pressing her outrageous breasts against his uniformed chest, panting with husky abandon. The human hesitated, as if struggling with himself. Trina surrendered to her instincts screaming at her to fuck this man, all men. She thrust her breasts against his mouth, and heard his moan of release. The highways in Nevada can be some of the loneliest in the country, and the Trooper's body quivered as he prepared to take advantage of this fact. Trina moaned with delirium as she felt the officer's cock pressing against her womanly wetness. Mmmhhh.... over ten inches... probably did have Shifters wherever he came from. How long before this man became immobilized with a gigantic cock and a Shifter took over his post? Sooner rather than later, Trina knew, as her pussy bathed his cock in exotic hormones that would boost his virility to superhuman levels. As the mating couple rutted against the windows of her car, Trina hoped that human males never learned that it was impossible to quench sexual desire with a Shifter. Once a man has penetrated her, or drank from her breasts, his libido and potency will climb ever higher. She wanted men to fuck her, thinking they would relieve their male urges, because once he did, the need to fuck her again would be greater! And when he gave in, he would only be more virile still, each new fucking would provide successively more nourishment for her! Shifters everywhere depended on this cycle of escalating temptation to thrive. But her instincts still gave her a sense of loyalty to her original master, the sire of her lineage. But a part of her was torn between instinctual loyalty and her fiery craving to seduce a man of her own, captivating him with her pussy and addicting him to her milk until the compulsion to force her to bear his seed totally consumed him! Ohhh, but that felt good! The Trooper exploded into her womb far faster than she imagined possible, and she was deluged with light-hearted bliss as her body absorbed the precious DNA that she needed to grow and heal and breed. White-hot pleasure pulsed through the fiber of her being – It was a rush of electric delight that spread and multiplied through her body like an echo of paradise. It was the sensation that a Shifter lived for – She could survive any trauma, recover from any hardship, surmount any challenge, if only a man fucked his sperm into her.
"Just..wanted...to tell her.... tail light... out..." moaned the exhausted officer as he slid into gratified sleep with his pants open, as the car sped away.
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It was easy to spot a town where the Shifters had taken control, and Brittany's progeny hadn't been shy about their place of origin, so Trina was able to find the Las Vegas suburb without difficulty. All along the sidewalks busty women of ravishing beauty strolled, chatted on cellphones, or with each other. A group of female construction workers walked through a fence to a construction site, wearing booty-shorts and tank-tops that exposed hefty boobs and erect nipples. Trina noticed that there were no men. No children. Just dozens of incredibly busty women no older than thirty. Trina realized she would fit in here, so what if she revealed herself as a Shifter... looked like... nothing but Shifters! She soon checked into a hotel, she had a lot of questions about the new strain of Shifter, and might need to stay in town for awhile. The receptionist was as bright and chipper as could be expected, but her bustline was far larger than normal for most human women in the workforce. The acres of cleavage displayed would have invited a man to plunge into her mammalian depths. Rather than old, plump matrons working as maids, the rooms were cleaned by an exceptionally large staff of busty supermodels wearing scandalously short french-maid costumes. The hotel looked like some sort of fetish-palace in a porn-movie. Trina smiled as a porter carried up her luggage. Hmm...the Porter.... oh yes, he was human! She could smell his sperm! Trina's pussy clenched and drenched with renewed sexual craving. As her luggage was carried to the elevator, Trina could see an opened door to a staff lounge, where a lone man, probably a junior manager was being surrounded by voluptuous Shifter-maids. They were plastering the twenty-something dark-haired guy with passionate kisses, and Trina could tell from the bliss of his expression that he was close to surrender. More maids were queuing up outside the room, like sharks smelling blood in the water, they knew that his resistance was failing, and wanted a piece of the action. Maid costumes melted away into voluptuous female nudity as the moaning junior manager was borne to the ground by kissing lips, groping hands, and promises of pleasure. Trina knew that once the manager of a business or institution surrendered to the pleasure of his Shifter harem, the rest of the organization would soon follow. A lot of times Shifter amnesty would be approved right away, and the men in the office would find themselves surrounded by ravishing beauties far friendlier than their wives or girlfriends. It would only be a matter of time before they started fucking their newly-female coworkers on a regular basis, until there were enough Shifters to replace them, and they too surrendered to the pleasure – to spend the rest of their days sucking Shifter nipples and fucking Shifter pussy. Female human employees would have to take drastic paycuts if they wanted to stay on. How she craved a man that would succumb to the joys SHE could provide! Another hotel suite had the door wide open, and a wealthy business traveler lay sprawled on a bed, briefcase discarded as several maids ravished him. All were nude save for black high-heels and little lacy french-maid bonnets. One rode the man's cock with passionate abandon. A second took the man's hand and compelled him to grope her ginormous tits, belly, and hot, wet pussy.
"Excellent...customer... service..." the business traveler gurgled amidst throaty moans and squeals of feminine delight. Trina giggled.
Her own room was next, she unlocked it with the key as the Porter carried in her suitcases. Trina closed the door with her foot, her clothing vanished back into her body as she enlarged her boobs into round, quart-sized sex-pillows, cradling her jiggly burden and raising them to the face of the blushing, young male Porter.
"Well don't just stand there! Give me a hand with these!" Trina ordered playfully as the Porter's eyes squeezed shut with longing. He was a light coffee-skinned, dark-haired youth, probably of some Middle-Eastern extraction and she knew his surrender was near.
"Ohhhh... you're a big boy!" He had gone to great effort to build a sheathe to hold down a thirteen-inch mightily erect cock! "Oh no baby, you shouldn't even be in work!"
"Must...work..."
"Oh sweetie, come here, my pussy will make it all better." She smothered him in boobs, and feeling his muscles tense, Trina knew she had pushed him to the breaking point- where he had to have her, had to fuck her. Even if he knew, even if he understood that sex with Shifters would only make his already thirteen-inch manhood even larger, the urge for sex would keep growing to match! He thrust her to the bed with a half moan-grunt. And Trina spread her legs happily. Her Shifter hormones would inflame his virility and dick- size further, and she relished the super-human cock that was about to ream her. His dick slid hard and deep within her with one mighty thrust. Trina writhed in delight; any Shifter would love a chance at a pre-enhanced cock life this. The idea that SHE might be the one to ultimately seduce him, to inflame his male lusts to the point of his total surrender... it would be a tremendous point of pride and affirmation – to be seeded and breed a harem with a man that had been reluctant so far. Trina knew that the seduction had not ended simply because this kid had allowed himself to fuck her – She wanted him addicted to her! Using a trick inherited from three generations ago, Trina grew a tongue inside her pussy, and the Porter gurgled his delight from the sensation of a good missionary screw combined with a simultaneous blow-job. He had pinned her to the bed by her wrists as he ravished her. Trina grew extra arms and pinched his nipples, causing him to moan as his eyes rolled back into his head with the pleasure. Without intending it, her skin color had deepened to the same light-coffee shade, exactly matching that of her mate, he opened his eyes to gaze on her, and found that her eyes were rapidly shifting - a radiant spectrum of colors in a hypnotic blur, a move most other Shifters could never precisely duplicate the same way Trina could. The youth forgot himself long enough for three spectacular fuckings, blasting sperm-jet after sperm-jet into her ripe and ready womb. Renewed life and health coursed through Trina, but she tried not to give in to her own sperm-feeding ecstasy, this man was not yet hers.
"Fuck me more; ooohhhh... I don't even need luggage really. Just brought it.... in the hope.... of meeting a man... a nice, strong man just like you.... just like you..." His ego stroked, the Porter grunted as Trina rolled her naked pussy before him. He had been about to leave, he had pulled out of her – but Trina wanted more! "Can't leave... I want you, I need you. I love your lust! Your male lust! You are a man, you are the aggressor, the conqueror!" Trina snarled, curling her lips as she riveted him with her gaze. "Capture me, conquer me for your delight! I am for you, I am the vessel for your male pleasure! " Her legs spread wide, she raised her hips to expose the lurid nudity of her naked cunt to him, waving it in a circle before him, flaunting her sweat-drenched nymphomania. "You deserve the chance to spread your seed, you deserve gratification. And I crave you, hunger for you... TAKE ME! Empty your passion, your desire into my loins, Force your seed into me!" Yes, that did it – she had read his mood and desires correctly. Succumbing to his urges and her encouragement, he seized her hips and pounded her hot snatch, aggressively, selfishly, determined to cum – it was heaven to a Shifter! Her pussy gripped his shaft with a tight, sexy pressure but still, when his cock exploded inside her again, the tingles of electric delight that burned all over her body were too much for her to remain conscious. Still, she passed out with his manmeat drilling her womb with snarling, ass-clenching abandon, and couldn't be sure how long it lasted, how long he ravished her. With so much sperm to feed on, she slipped into a stupor to happily absorb the sweet, life-giving DNA.
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Even the UPS "man" presented more proof that Shifters had total control of this town. She wore a brown uniform so skimpy and tight that her ass cheeks bounced free, and her nipples were blatantly apparent as she took far longer than normal inside a cozy, suburban home to deliver her package. But Trina only smiled. She couldn't help it, she was in an excellent mood! Without trying, her normal height had increased greatly! The vast gouts of sperm the Middle-Eastern youth had seeded her with gave her body the genetic material needed for wildfire growth and cell-division! Trina was over six-feet now, feeling taller and stronger and more confident and awash in bliss. She felt so confident in her beauty and attractiveness that there was a thought in her mind of just seizing a man, to satisfy both their desires. She had racial memories of her ancestor, Stormy exhorting her Master to forcibly claim and fuck her, so hungry was she for sperm. But Trina wondered why the man had to make the first move? Why not her? That's when things got interesting; as Trina passed by on the sidewalk, she saw police . It looked like a purse-snatching.
He was a wiry, fit Hispanic youth, and it was very unlikely that the red purse he'd snatched belonged to him or a relative. No shortage of purses around this town. Probably Mexican, no green card. Desperate and worried. Determined to grab whatever he could. But he didn't count on the Shifters. The purse-snatcher had been subdued with two pairs of handcuffs, one to bind his hands, another to secure him to the side-mirror of a police cruiser, as his body was splayed out on the car hood. The Shifter was taut and muscular, with rippling abs and jutting, milk-dripping tits – naked except for a black police hat with badge. Her ass cheeks rippled as she sucked his cock deeper inside herself. The purse-snatcher was gurgling and moaning in Spanish. Trina chuckled, Deportation was the least of his worries! Maybe these girls had the right idea; for millennia, men had forced sex on human women they craved, maybe Shifters should have the right to force men into sex? Another Shifter-cop circled the car, also naked. Until her body rippled and she took on the perfect likeness of the young thief. Trina nodded her understanding. Now that these Shifters were in a position of power, they had dispensed with seduction – using their position to simply rape men for their sperm. This criminal would be locked away in a deep, dark cell and if Internal Affairs or the District Attorney's office came sniffing around, the Shifters could easily impersonate the man and fake his release. The wiry Mexican would be a sex-slave forever. After a few months, his cock would be so huge, so virile that he wouldn't even be able to walk, let alone think of escape from the Precinct of man-hungry nympho-Shifters. The Shifter-cop grunted and slid off the man's dick. She moaned as her belly inflated, she was one of the new breed of mutant shifters – pumping her hips as her pregnant belly pulsed outwards, Trina could see faint throbs from an unborn pre-shifter gestating within. The cop leaned against her car, nipples engorging and then spurting forth quick streams of Shifter-milk as her belly rounded out into a full-term, nine-month pregnancy in seconds. The Shifter squealed with delight as her body succumbed to her irresistible breeding imperative. The human captive was not left alone, however. The partner of the cop resumed her true shape, that of a fit-yet-busty redhead with hair in a tight, professional bun – naked except for black high-heels, who then deep-throated the purse-snatcher, sucking him back to hardness as her ass waved in the air, preparing him for his new life of non-stop ejaculatory slavery. The UPS woman reemerged from a nearby house. Except that instead of a impossibly busty babe in a brown uniform, now there were two teenage girls in brown uniforms – the nipples on their D-cup tits still poking through.
Wow... Trina had never imagined life in a place where Shifters so dominated that they could breed openly in the streets!
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But Trina was not sure what she really expected to find; she was hoping to learn if there were unusual circumstances around the first appearance of the Las Vegas Strain. She wanted to see one of the oldest harems, maybe that would give her some clue. She knew what to look for. And soon found a suburban house that had recently been renovated, renovated so much that the house had more than doubled its original size. That was a hallmark of a long-standing successful harem. Trina elongated her body and peeked her head through a top window of the second story, of one such house. Oh yes, and there they were. Probably thirty shifters in the room with the man, and certainly many more -maybe twice that number elsewhere, maintaining the house, or working to earn revenue. But...but... the man that they were mating with...what was... Trina's eyes widened. Though a Bodyshifter herself, capable of almost limitless transformations, what she saw in the mating chamber for this harem sent a tingle of shock down her spine.
"That....that's impossible!" she exclaimed.
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It's better than you ever dreamed possible. All you have to do is lie back in your swanky new pad, and they'll fuck you. Night and Day! These alien shapeshifter women it's like...like they want sex more than you! But you want it a lot more these days. Last week, your dick got so hard that it woke you up at 3a.m. - and you'd already had a marathon fuck session past midnight! You want sex more than any man ever should, but the sex itself just gets better! Now, the harem is prepared for you, when you wake up in the middle of the night, burning with lust they're ready, asses in the air. Times like that, you just want to do it doggie style, rough and nasty just to cum! That's the new freedom you have. Your house is filled with women now, and you can just grab any of them, ram your dick into her, and spread your seed. You feel like... like the ultimate conqueror! You remember studying old warlords and emperors in history class and... wow, this is what it was all about, a set-up just like this – what more could a man dream of? Your dick just gets harder, your balls make more and more cum, that worried you at first but it means you can have more fun with more girls! After the nighttime fuck-a-thon, your rampant dick wakes you up for 3a.m. Sex, and lately you find that you've got to screw at least four different pussies before you can go back to sleep and get ready for the big 7a.m. 'Morning Flagpole' orgy. More sex, and it just feels better, all the time! But now, something's wrong. You try not to think about it. You're surrounded by sleeping supermodels – a lot of 'em just pass out from pleasure once you fuck them good and deep but these two are determined to go the distance. Twins, more gorgeous than any magazine centerfold or internet porno-queen you've ever seen or imagined. Cascades of reddish-gold hair that always looks salon perfect, high-cheekbones and a sultry elegance to their faces that seems almost... otherworldly in their perfection. Their figures perfectly toned with curves to the max, awesome muscle tone, but not enough to be distracting or intimidating... and their boobs, helmet-sized melons of womanhood that seem to challenge your libido to rise to new heights of erectile performance! But... but something's wrong – you just came, big-time all over the chest of your latest lover, but your dick... feels like... like it's blocked... something's wrong...too tight...your dick, swelling...bulging... like...you don't know. You've long since figured out that these girls have some crazy hormone in their pussies and in their milk that makes a man more man than any man, but this is something new and different.
"Rhhnnngg!" You feel a strange, powerful tension in your dick, that you don't understand. The two Shifter- concubines glance at each other with their sparkling blue eyes like they... expect something, they seem excited! But your dick, wider... harder... don't know why...don't know... what to do..
"NNNNNRRRRRGGG!" There is a popping sound, a sound like tight plastic pulling apart, a throb and a tingling burst of eerie pleasure.
"Wh- wha – NOOOOO!!!" you scream, as the Shifter's mouths open, panting in open lust, their boobs dribbling milk.
Two.
Two of them.
TWO?!?!?!?!
Where once there was merely a powerfully thick, python-like nineteen-inch dick that almost never stopped spewing sperm, now there were two such penises attached. You'd seen them, the Shifters, they seem to split when they reproduce but now, now the exposure to their alien hormones has caused a similar effect in you! They can sense your fear.
"It's natural, Master!"
"It's your Destiny!"
Even their voices seem tailor made for arousal. But this... this is too much...you've got to escape, got to get help! But the Shifter's are too quick – both of them impale themselves rapidly on either erect cock, squeezing and caressing with inner muscles like a tantric master. The hottie on the right squeezes her massive breast and causes a tight stream of milk to shoot into your gaping mouth. You realize too late that Shifter milk can do a lot more than make you horny, you realize it must be an all-purpose chemical weapon to subdue men and women for the Shifter's purposes. Your arms and legs turn to jelly, a fog fills your brain. Pleasant lips whisper how good this is, what a magnificent specimen you are, how you are like a god of virility to them, and the haze in your mind, you start to believe them. Believe the whispers. Soon you know that there's nothing wrong with having two, four, hell a hundred dicks is alright! But they keep fucking you, and your brain isn't ready for that. Your mind can't cope with the searing delight of two aroused cocks both reaching orgasm! The brain wasn't made for this kind of pleasure! Rational thought fades into a rising ocean of sensual delight that consumes your consciousness.
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Trina began to realize the implications at once; the man in the bedroom must have... five...eight...twelve... Twenty -two penises, all painfully erect and nearly two feet long. Like a rolling ocean wave, twenty shifter-women supermodels bobbed up and down on the host of cocks, caressing themselves, moaning with delight. They had blended some of their legs together so they could all fit upon the forest of cocks without getting in each other's way. Four more Shifters stroked the man's face, whispered promises of love in his ear, and offered up milk-laden breasts to drink from. It was obvious when one of the penises orgasmed, because the Shifter would howl with delight, pump her hips to absorb as much DNA as possible, and often slip off to revel in her feeding ecstasy, allowing another in the long line of women to hop on. An Asian girl gurgled and slid away, and began clutching her belly that quickly began to swell with a rapid, Shifter pregnancy. The man grunted as one of this cocks swelled, bulged sideways, and fissioned yet again, the new penises testing themselves with experimental gouts of semen, which several Shifters queuing up were quick to lick. Trina already knew that Las Vegas Strain Bodyshifters could reproduce in about half the time it took the older variety, add to that the ability to infect men with replicating penises, and the implications were overwhelming. Not only did this new species breed much faster, but it was possible for dozens of them to be inseminated at once! This was the future then. One man who started fucking one Vegas Strain shifter would produce a harem that would grow so fast as to outstrip humanity and other Shifters with ease! But there as more, something was wrong, the man himself – he didn't look well. Eyes rolling back into his head, he was frothing at the mouth, and giggling – giggling and cackling incessantly – two more shifters dropped off his manifold cocks, one of which sprouted yet another pregnant belly – to be replaced by yet more hungry, horny, gorgeous Shifters. Something else was happening to the man, he was spasming, giggling, cackling, gurgling as his shapeshifter attendants tried to comfort him, but then - with a final gasp, a final cackle of maniacal pleasure, the man sank down and stopped moving.
Trina knew he was dead!
No wonder, the human nervous system couldn't cope with the amount of erotic pleasure ravaging his body, his heart just couldn't take the orgasms! Still, the Shifters continued to ride his cocks for some time to come, as they continued to spew. But finally, they gave up in frustration.
"NOOO!!" howled a blonde with a pert nose. "Not enough genetic essence to breed yet!"
"We knew this day would come!" declared a wide-hipped black girl licking sperm off her hands.
"We can't stay here, not in this city." said another.
"Men don't walk the streets here anymore, all the cock is taken!" bemoaned a redhead.
"I need a MAN! I want to be FUCKED!" howled a curly redhead, tapping her foot in impatience, as though expecting the universe to conjure a new man to be her sperm-fountain.
"You just got fucked two minutes ago!"
"Not enough!" The redhead moaned, caressing her ample bosom. "NEVER enough men, never enough cock! Never enough sperm! PLEASE RAPE ME NOWWWWWW!!!" she howled again, bouncing up and down in frustration.
"Our Master is dead, everything's different now." said a hispanic. They didn't seem remorseful in the least, however.
"But some things never change..." Cooed a strawberry-blonde with puffy lips. Her body morphed into a red micro-bikini exposing acres of bouncy, G-cup cleavage, she put up her thumb in a universal hitch-hiker gesture. "Can I get a ride mister? Oh pretty please?" She bat her eyelashes as the others chuckled and nodded.
Most of the Shifters were well behaved as they filed out of the house, resolved to leave the community for more male-rich environments. Most strutted the streets with the skimpiest of bikinis, some preferred lingerie, while others went naked. But a few were angry that they actually had to go out and find men.
"FUCK ME NOWWW!!!!" some howled with impatience. Others quietly discussed their innovative ideas to persuade, cajole, or trick men into fucking them.
Trina had to act! These uncaring Shifters would burn through the male population in... well, longer than her lifecycle, but still far too quickly! She had to return! She had to go back to her home town, her Master's harem, had to warn them! They had to do something!!!
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"I know it's hard to understand things that take longer than a lifecycle," Trina was trying to explain to some of her skeptical Shifter sisters back at the harem, her hair color shifting between brunette and red. "But think about it this way; is it better for your progeny to have sixteen generations ahead of them, or five-hundred?" Some of them nodded; it lacked immediacy for the aliens, but they could clearly see the value. "Jealous much?" the door to the living room opened, and the latest batch of Las Vegas Strain Shifters emerged, they all had those same, recognizable upswept eyebrows giving them a haunting, savage beauty. The door to the living room swung open, and changes were apparent since Trina had been gone. Some of the walls had been removed to make way for a second stage. Each stage had three poles, where six women at a time could strut and gyrate and jiggle their busomy assets for their master's pleasure.
"You're yesterday's news..." hissed a ravishing platinum blond with high cheekbones. "We breed faster, we're sexier, we give more pleasure to the Master," she strutted around in a circle in the kitchen where Trina sat, flicking other women's nipples teasingly. The other, older Shifters narrowed their eyes. "We can tap into our Master's nervous system by touch - we can predict his desires before he even knows what they will be! Instant gratification! Yesterday, I knew that our Master would want a foot rub in three hours, and he didn't even need to ask!" The platinum blonde sneered haughtily "And your kind would never have known that our Master had a whim to have his penises covered in whipcream and licked off by a woman with a tongue-ring! But we sensed it, and were ready at the very moment he felt the urge! "
"Can it, bitch!" hissed a tall, dimpled-chinned brunette named Sasha, she was a Sister, a fellow descendant of Stormy, the progenitor of Trina's harem. "We've been fucking him for weeks before you showed up! We don't need anyone to tell us how to pleasure our Master!" But the door to the living room opene again, and more descendants of Brittany entered, with their characteristic Vegas Strain beauty. "It's so much better now;" said a coppery brunette with a pointy nose. "Often humans settle for less when they don't know how good things COULD be!" While non-violent by nature, Stormy's spawn were a hair's-breadth away from going to blows!
"We always thought you were a freak, Trina." Sasha said. "But at least you're not one of them!"
"How do we take down these bitches?" wondered Tara, a hispanic with a beauty mark on her cheek.
Trina had ideas.
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"I asked around, checked up before I left their town," Trina was explaining to the pile of pillows on which their Master lounged, getting two simultaneous blowjobs and a tittie-fuck on three different penises, each twenty inches long. "It turns out that Brent never called you at all, it was Brittany herself who copied his voice!" An easy enough feat for any Shifter. "The real Brent died soon after, he'd made it up to twenty-eight penises before his heart exploded from the non-stop pleasure. I found his house and recorded it! The video on this camcorder proves it!" Trina held a hand-sized digital recorder with a fold-out flatscreen that displayed a fortyish man buried beneath a forest of powerfully erect penises. Cries of womanly ecstasy competed with his roars of delight as a host of naked women thrashed atop the phallic bloom. Soon, Brent began thrashing, frothing at the mouth, and began to slow down and go comatose as the pleasure overwhelmed his mind and body. "When a man has sex with, and starts a harem with a Vegas Strain Shifter, it looks like he has maybe one year before he grows so many penises that his nervous system shuts down from the overload of sexual stimulation."
"N-no...t-take it away..." Gurgled the Master.
"B-but Master! I'm trying to warn you! To help you!"
"No... don't want it... want my girls... want strippers... want boobs... and pussy... all of it... just give me my girls..."
"But... the pleasure could kill you! You could die in only sixteen generations!" Trina wanted hundreds of generations for her progeny!
"Don't believe it... want my girls... all my girls. Stop.... arguing..." And then it happened. The girls gasped. For the first time. The first time in a week.
He went limp.
The Master's three penises all deflated!
"Get out!!" demanded one of Brittany's blonde descendants. "You have endangered our Master's pleasure!"
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"Why doesn't the Master believe me? I have proof on video of the danger!" Trina bemoaned. A sultry, cinnamon-skinned woman with boobs like throw-pillows named Cara put a comforting hand on Trina's shoulder.
"We have to remember what it's like to be a young, horny human male. Male teenagers spend dozens of Shifter generations stewing in their own lusts. From their perspective, human females are unpredictable and frustrating. Men spend years consumed with sexual urges and scheming to get sex with attractive females, that need is their primary motivation. "And now we Bodyshifters have evolved to take advantage of this opportunity - the great biological potential that used to be wasted in bathrooms and on magazines. For us, a young man's sexual frustration is our meal ticket."
"And we do our jobs very well," Trina added beginning to see where this was going."
"We give young men the sex they can never have with confused, frightened girls their own age, and unhappily married men can sacrifice their marriages by fucking us and never want for female companionship. That's powerful for a man, an irresistible lure. "And you have to remember that for men, risk-taking is natural. So for the kind of pleasure that a Shifter Harem offers, most men will hold tight, even if there is danger - because this is the reward they've been after their whole lives!"
"But the Vegas Strain can kill him in twelve months time; I want to preserve him longer but we.... we're victims of our own success. He'll probably do anything to avoid losing or diminishing his Harem." Trina mused. Then it hit her. The answer. She scampered over to a hallway until she found Briana, a huge-busted Asian girl from Brittany's lineage.
"Truce?" she asked, extending a hand. Briana looked suspicious.
"We both want the same thing," Trina reminded the other Shifter when she hesitated. "To pleasure our Master and feast on his sperm. We can do that. There's a better way!"
But the Vegas Strain shifters were also arrogant, and haughty. It was clear that Briana dismissed any threat that Trina posed.
"A better way?"
A smile lit Trina's face.
"I got the idea from seeing some of the Master's Lesbian porn..." **********
Tits. Pussy. Trina found it easy to appreciate the busty beauty of her fellow Shifter as she licked, suckled, teased, tweaked and fondled the boobs of the Brittany-descended rival. And Briana, a Japanese girl with Double-G tits (Or so it seemed) enthusiastically assisted with hands on Trina's ass, and a gentle combination of nibbling sucking upon Trina's nipples. Nearby, Cara used the Camcorder, getting full and intimate recordings of the lesbo-fest, as Briana deliberately increased the erogenous zones in her skin, sharpening her own capacity for orgasm. Trina nodded, doing likewise as she kissed her way down the taut belly of the Japanese tit-goddess, down to her pussy. Briana humped her hips against Trina's face as Stormy's descendant eagerly ate her out. Cara zoomed in with the camera. Trina swiveled, positioning her own pussy over Briana's face in a classic '69. An unnaturally long tongue burrowed deep into Briana's pussy, who grew multiple G-spots for the occasion. Trina grew extra arms and began to fondle the soft flesh of the Vegas Strain Shifter, and her plump ass. Briana responded by sprouting extra breasts, flowing from mosquito-bites to soft-ball nubs, that spread into perky points with jiggling expanses of plump boob behind them. Four.... six in all, giving Trina more sexy territory for her extra hands to grope.
"Give yourself to me, Open yourself to me completely..." Moaned Trina. Briana gurgled as she suckled on the other Shifter's pussy. Not enough, not far enough... Trina needed more. Cara panned the camera to take in the lurid eroticism of the Shifter's polyamorous anatomy. Trina swiveled around, face to face with Briana, and pulled the Japanese Shifter into an open-mouthed kiss amidst groans of lesbian delight. Growing her own extra rack of boobs, she undulated her back, causing ripples and tremors of the vast fleshscape of supernumerary breasts, bouncing, bobbing, shuddering against each other. Trina then grew a slippery tongue out of her own pussy, thrusting it into Briana's puffy-lipped womanly depths to lick teasingly, and also thrust into the womanhood bared before her. Close now... yes... Briana was reaching full acceptance, full surrender... her body and being were opening to Trina, whose unique mutation allowed her to do what no other Shifter could have accomplished. Rapidly, Trina's facial features and hair color started changing rapidly, but this time, so did Briana! They both changed, shifting, altering... but both Shifters arrived at an identical form! Two women, redheaded Asians with green eyes reached explosive orgasm together! They were twins now, looking like they had just split from the same Shifter-parent. And Trina knew, she could now sense the race-memory of the Vegas Strain! As if she was one of them! Even as she retained the memories of all of Stormy's lineage, now she had the memories of Brittany's lineage too, and more, before that... Merging with Briana, they had combined on the deepest level, a feat no normal Shifter would be capable of. She could see the original progenitor of the Las Vegas Strain, a clever Shifter named Vana. And she... she had possessed a similar mutation! Unable to fully control her shapeshifting! Trina experienced ten-thousand couplings in penthouses, strip-clubs, and legal Nevada brothels. Vana had been clever; she had gotten a gig as a stage-magician! Passing off her freaky hair-color changes as sleight-of-hand. She was so persuasive, that she was able to mingle in public with humans, humans who fucked her! Vana had been cunning, she never screamed out her lust as some did, never appeared to be the sperm-crazed, alien nymphomaniac that she was. She had no Master either, she survived by seducing over a dozen big-time Vegas resort owners, savoring their sperm, and always leaving them wanting more of her. And those that couldn't be moved simply by her naked body, she poisoned their drinks with her breastmilk, more addictive than heroin, until at least fifteen more men of status could not control their need for her. It was more like... like SHE had a harem of men! She never had to act needy, with nearly thirty men she could go to, feasting on the semen of the powerful. She built up influence before there were other Shifters in the area to compete. Her progeny were put in positions with the highest male traffic and exposure, they became showgirls, strippers, and call-girls – still occasionally impersonating their progenitor for business purposes. Some of her spawn could simply stay put, and be fucked by twenty different men each day. Man after man, pumping them with all the sperm they could handle! And the variety of DNA encouraged more genetic diversity among future Shifters. Soon, they would rule the economy and government of the State, and Trina had a memory that the Governor himself was just days away from surrendering to his own harem. Memories of federal judges... State senators, on their backs being vigorously fucked by glamorous Shifter-women. Moreover, Trina knew that she had gained new abilities; she had gained the potent airborne pheromone that could so fiercely provoke the male sex-drive. If she could lock herself in a room with a man for longer than five minutes, he would be compelled to rape his sperm into her, no matter the price. And more, even better – her pheromones had an influence on other Shifters! Those not fucking the Master were embroiled in steamy lesbian lust-fests, 69-ing and groping each other and fondling extra boobs. From Briana or Trina, once they had lesbian sex with another Shifter, then that Shifter shared their unique DNA. Soon, the Master's libido became so intense that he forced himself to become mobile. A hand to support his gigantic balls and multiple, two-foot long cocks, a raging libido compelled him to heft himself through the house to find a woman to fuck. Soon he had grabbed Trina, and she had to admit, the experience was much better being ravished by two out of three penises. And it was enough, with a howl her Master ejaculated, and his precious sperm flowed into her like a garden hose. And her time had come. She felt a twinge in her belly, and knew she had absorbed the new, human-like reproduction system of the Vegas Strain. As her belly ripened, she could feel her Progeny growing within her, feel her daughter kicking inside her belly. Soon, she slid off as her breasts erupted with milk while clutching her gravid womb. White-hot bliss, and arousal, like ten-thousand orgasms in a bottle – and she had to release – release! The pleasure was so consuming that her every thought was buried beneath fiery ecstasy. Until her belly pinched off, and two new Shifters introduced themselves to the World.
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It's even better these days; your girls can take almost any shape, but after a wild bout of lesbian sex, their natural forms got a lot crazier. All the sudden, there were black girls with blond hair, Asian redheads, and other exotic lovelies. And you don't have to worry about your cocks. After another week of heavy fucking, you only sprouted one more. Four dicks all hard at once is the ultimate trip. You can grab one chick, blast her pussy doggie-style when your other cocks spread out, and other gals slide up to you, fucking themselves upon your manly bounty. Screaming isn't enough, it just feels better than good, better than ecstatic. The thought of fucking these women with your four cocks is such a rapturous prospect, that the sex becomes almost a spiritual experience. You've never been so overjoyed, and you – uh-oh... there it is again, that tingling in your balls, you know what it means, it means you're getting more virile, more potent. And you'll be hornier. And you know that the sex will only get better.
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The new Shifters spread quickly to the Las Vegas area, and with the ability to seduce other Shifters, soon the combination of traits had predominated. The men they seduced kept growing extra cocks, but never more than ten. The pleasure was more explosively intoxicating than the most powerful narcotic, but not lethal. A man could live for years blasting sperm out of a handful of two-foot long penises, nourishing his grateful harem, and the sex was just that much better. Among these Shifters, there was a popular refrain often sung over glasses of champagne...
"Trina the Mutant Shifterrrrr (shifter) You'll go down in Historreeeeeee....."