Quiet, you listen to your 'new' family as you tower over them. Being sluts, their idle conversations with each other involve how long they can last, or how many times they've had sex this week. You smirk when a bit of conversation tells you that not a single one of them are virgins. Of course, that's rather obvious given who they are, but especially for you since you vividly recall the distinct knowledge that your whore daughters have fucked around the dorm many times with the remaining male population. You feel slightly bad at calling your children whores and sluts, but you know all of them take pride in being called those things. A few have even heard you call them hyper sluts out loud, and now prefer it over being just called a slut.
You look to the left, down the dorm hallway. There's only two in your harem who might not enjoy being called a slut. You were hoping to change that pretty quickly, sending two of your original three hyper sluts, Suki and Beatrice. Along with Suger, they're the only ones that aren't also your children. Even so, they were three months away from giving you two children each. You weren't planning on it at the time of their conception, but now you're definitely going to have them join your harem when the time comes. If they ever come back, you think with a frown.
Looking to the right now, you figure it's time to see what happened. Suki was still very smart, despite her whorish priorities so surely they didn't get lost? Beatrice was leading however, and you don't really know how smart she was back when she was a simple goth nerd. With a sigh, you give a very loud clap with your impressive sized hands. Immediately the hallway goes quiet as twenty eyes stare at you. Not a single woman shows anything less than deep interest.
"Let's go meet up with Suki and Beatrice," you say simply, "Follow me." A few voices chatter behind you, one asking who those two are, multiple answering, and before you get your first step in the hall is once again filled with the chatter of hyper sluts. Still, they follow you dutifully as you make your way to your old dorm room. It's closest, and if Gracie is still passed out on her bed it means your two pregnant sluts never made it.
It took you considerably less time than it took you to bring nine daughters into the world to reach your old dorm room. You're not sure if that's an accurate measurement of time however, as they're all twenty-two despite being less than an hour old. You try not to think about it as you turn the doorknob. It clicks, letting you know it's locked. You frown. That doesn't bode well for Suki and Beatrice, who would need a key that they definitely wouldn't have to enter. Before you changed them, Suger, Suki and Beatrice all lived in the other three dorm apartments on this side of the floor. You pull for the key that you remember being in your pocket. It's not there.
Frowning, you're unsure of what to do. As your mood falls a bit you notice your sluts continue to chatter loudly, scattering your attention a bit as you effortlessly parse each conversation between each woman. It didn't diminish your intelligence, just tickled it like a happy thought. The simple, good feeling of doing it distracts you as you focus in on Melky asking her mother a question.
"Why are we at Daddy's old place, Mom?" Melky's voice was sensual, her innocent question laced with passive lust, "wouldn't your sisters be up in the penthouse?"
"They're not my sisters, Mel' dear," Suger's voice corrected, "and your father asked them to retrieve Gracie, who still lives here."
You briefly wonder how long ago Suger thinks that is, who has gone through two pregnancies since you made that command, before her words bring you back to what you were doing. Still locked out, you scratch your head at a loss of what to do. A cloud of blue dust fills your view, and you remember that you've literally created nanites. It may be your intelligence, but you're still you from the reality you woke up in this morning, and it takes some getting used to. A simple thought sends the bluish cloud into the door itself, which flies open without slamming against the wall on the other side.
A bit embarrassed at yourself you step through the door. You feel the bluish cloud re-solidify as a square chip just above your temple, before not feeling anything at all. Confirming it's still there with a light touch, the sound of your hyper slutty daughters flood the dorm apartment as they enter behind you. You quickly make your way across the living space to Gracie's room.