You stand quietly over two of your sluts in the dorm hall. Your daughter, Sweetie, sits just to the left of Suger. Suger is who you are increasingly considering to be the first real slut of your harem. Technically, Gray-- now Gracie thanks to you-- was the first person you turned into a woman and then banged unconscious. Suger however, who used to be a nerd named Sam, was the first you truly indulged in making your hyper slut, whose major purpose in life was simply you. Following that purpose, she was now sitting very still next to her daughter. The only hint she was awake was her uneven breathing. No doubt she's exhausted and still awash in the afterglow you gave her. You really wanted to make up for the fact that she had the smallest baby bump of the other two hyper sluts made just after her. At the moment, the size of her belly now makes you feel pretty confident that you did just that. Still though, there was only one way to be absolutely sure.
Calmly, you take your flashlight blaster from its nanomachine holster. Both made by you. Well, the sex-changing flashlight was the main part of the flashlight blaster, but you built the housing and OS that runs it. You click on the screen of the blaster. Without much celebration you aim quietly between the hips of the two women and pull the trigger. A wide blue beam flashes across their inflated bellies faster than you can even blink. The very next thing you see are the changes that resulted from it.
Immediately, the energy returned to Suger, who sat up and crossed her legs, no doubt to hold her distended belly up from the floor. It was the exact same size as before. Curious, you bend down and place your hand on her abdomen. Its firmness verifies that she really was that pregnant.
"Triplets?" you wonder out loud, "also-- you look great for someone I just filled to bursting."
"Quintuplets," Sweetie said, prompting you to look at her in surprise, "I'm the one with triplets, Daddy!"
You stand back up, still surprised. Sure enough, looking at Sweetie, she had a larger gut than Suki or Beatrice, who both are still currently carrying twins. Even so, Suger's belly was almost twice as large, big enough to force her breasts to fall to the side. If she weren't such a hyper slut, she'd probably be in the hospital to make sure nothing bad happened from being so pregnant.
"Of course I look great," Suger said happily up to you, "I've spent the last seven months getting prettier by the day!"
You put your hands on your hips, absolutely delighted by your own virility. In just the last half-hour, you've sired nine children! One of which is carrying three of them! You aren't even counting the young Suki and Beatrice have on the way, who still haven't come back with Gracie or Reena yet either. You can't help but feel proud at such a number of children in such short time. You take your flashlight blaster and almost pull the trigger to see them all when you stop suddenly. There's two problems with doing that now. First, that's eight babies. You're not sure where they'll "appear" since each woman has only two hands each. Second, the noise would be unbearable. Eight newborns competing for motherly attention in the same space with only two available seems like a bad idea.
"Daddy," Sweetie says quietly, "why're you pointing a gun at us?" You're taken out of your thoughts as you realize you still have the flashlight blaster pointed squarely between them.
"Oh," Suger scoffs nonchalantly, "that's just what your father does when he's proud of his handiwork, honey. He did it for you too-- I reacted the same way! It's not even a real gun."
"Oh," Sweetie says simply, "Okay then." That explanation seemed to be enough for her as she visibly relaxed and continued to rub her belly, happy at its presence. It would have been extremely unsatisfying to you, were you paying any attention. Instead, you stare at your daughter while the complex gears in your head form a plan. A moment later, you crack a smile and stop aiming. You suddenly lean over again and kiss your daughter's forehead.
"Thanks for the concern," you say lovingly, "and thanks for the being there to give me ideas."
"Whatever you say, Daddy," she says with a contented smile.
Wasting no time you stand back up and once again drag your index finger across the flashlight blaster's screen. It takes longer than you've ever spent before coding, creating hundreds of lines a second, but even then you only spend about ten seconds. Smiling, you commit the changes. In between the icon that made your precious hyper sluts and the one that simply advanced a pregnancy by seven months, another appeared looking like a combination of the two. You tap it lightly.
"Girls," you say softly, "I need you to stand up for this." Immediately, Suger and Sweetie do so. Sweetie is on her feet first and bends over slightly to help Suger stand. Suger leans back against the wall, hefting her gut. You take a step back and aim straight between the two, instead of their pregnancies. A series of pink and blue flickers in a wide beam over Suger and Sweetie.
"Who are you all?" You inquire in an intentionally calm tone. Eight new pairs of eyes have joined the two original hyper sluts, both of which who were rolling their eyes in good spirit at the question. Sixteen beach-ball sized breasts jiggled at you as the girls who owned them all piped up at once to answer. You grimace, but at least it was better than baby crying.
"How could you forget, Daddy? It's me!" came from three in slight variation. You quickly learn that their names are Lily, Rosie, and Daisy. They all seemed to belong to Sweetie. You log into your mind that she loves flowers enough to name her children after them.
"Honestly," you heard come from two different girls, "you're so forgetful, even with your huge brain!" Just as quickly, you realize one is named Creami and the other Chary. They were the two leftmost girls.
The final three simply said their name and then called him silly in all different ways. Their names were-- from left to right: Cooky, Melky, and Candi.
You really appreciate your intellect, being able to parse all eight girls' names despite them all shouting it at the same time. You also smirk at how easy it is to tell which ones belonged to Suger by name alone.
"You're all right!" you say loud enough for everyone to hear. You holster the flashlight blaster and bring your hands up in playful defeat. You look around at the many smiling faces. With more daughters than the original size of your harem, the dorm hallway is getting pretty crowded.