Ellie spent the next few hours with Angel and Isabelle using the house to toy with their features, trying to achieve his ideal look for the girls. Unsurprisingly, they both ended up with long platinum blonde hair, modest tans, and bright blue eyes. Of course, their basketball sized tits, one-inch waists and watermelon booties remained. The girls loved it.
“Soooooo hot,” moaned Angel, massaging her nipples. “So hot, just for Ellie...” Isabelle agreed. “Damn straight ladies, but uh, just call me Big Boy. Ellie’s a chick name,” Ellie said, his arms around the both of them as they squirmed needily in his lap. His masculine new personality had taken root quite well, having no problem with the girls constantly begging for sex. The living room was splattered with his cum from the numerous “breaks” they’d taken over the course of the day, proof positive that the three roomies were getting along well.
“House, what time is it?” Ellie lazily asked his phone. “The current local time is... six... fifteen... PM,” the house’s soothing female voice cooly replied. “Say it sexier,” Ellie demanded. “Loading.... OOOOOoooohhhh.... the current local time is six fifteen PM, my master,” the house repeated in a moaning, breathy voice. “God damn, this house is awesome!” Ellie laughed. He pressed each girl toward him in turn for a victory kiss, both happily embracing him back.
“Well, we don't have classes until tomorrow... Girls, I feel like celebrating,” Ellie said, “House, can you make phone calls?”
“Oh pleeeease, let me make a phone call for you master,” the house whined. Ellie grinned. “My pleasure, House. Call the frat house down the street, invite them to a housewarming party. Girls and free beer. That reminds me, I need a few kegs... and clean this place up.”
With the the whirring sound of several sliding panels, a small fleet of cleaning robots emerged from the walls and began sucking up the mess of sexual fluids, and a faint mist of air freshener filled the air. “Girls, why don’t you freshen up before-“ Ellie began before he was interrupted by the ding-dong of the doorbell. “Hell, beer get here that fast?” He said, surprised. “On second thought, go get the door girls, and make sure you show whoever’s there a good time.”
Angel and Isabelle jumped to their feet, chirping in unison. “Fucky fucky!!! Gimme cock, gimme cock!!!” They skipped from the room, leaving Ellie by himself. “Now House, make sure the girls bring in the beer when they're done playing with the delivery boy. I have some special instructions for you,” he began.
About twenty minutes passed before the doorbell rang again. Ellie answered it this time, smiling to himself as he passed the bedroom door where loud moaning and thumping of a bed against the wall could be heard. On the front step was a short, stocky boy sporting glasses and a t-shirt with the local fraternity letters, young-looking enough to be a freshman. He looked nervous already, and balked further at the sight of the stunningly attractive man inside. "Uh, hi, is... is this where the party is?" He stammered. "I hope I'm not too early or anything..."
"Yes, yes it is," Ellie answered politely. He was dressed in a muscle shirt that displayed his impressive physique, making him look quite striking, but not suspicious. "Come on in, I was hoping one of you might show up in time to help me set up." He retreated into the hallway, leaving the front door open for the other guests. The meek frat boy followed, smiling nervously as he passed the bedroom door. "Sounds like the party's already started, huh?"
"Where did the girls put that beer?" Ellie wondered aloud, ignoring the boy. He pulled his phone from his pocket. "Oh well... there'll be more time later. House, grab him."
More hidden panels opened suddenly, and several robotic arms shot out to shackle the boy down. "Oh no, shit, I knew this was a bad idea, fuck..." the boy moaned miserably. Ellie continued to pay no attention. "Apply the transformation we discussed earlier," He commanded, standing back to watch the magic unfold.
"What are you going to do to meeeeeEEEEE!" The boy began before the buzzing sound began once more, and he shook in place. His eyes rolled back into his head as he grew slightly taller, his gut began to recede, and his chest ballooned outwards. His spasming shook the glasses from his face, and his once-baggy jeans tore down their backside as his ass expanded. Within moments, he had morphed into a replica of the girl Angel and Isabelle had become. Same blonde hair, swollen dick-sucking lips, and impossible hourglass figure.
“You’re the entertainment,” Ellie said with a smirk. “Tell me about yourself, oh and lose the clothes.”
The house’s arms let go of the girl. “My name is uhhhhh, Billy? I’m a horny bitch and showing off my hot bod like, fucking gets me off...” she explained hesitatingly, and began stripping as she spoke. “Uhh, oh yeah! I do everything you say, and that turns me on too!”
“That’s right, you’re a smart girl,” Ellie purred, smiling as Billy peeled her shirt off, causing her huge tits to bounce into view. “Call me Big Boy. Now, when your friends arrive, you put on a nice show for them, okay? And if you do a reeeeally good job, I’ll let you take my cock later, okay?”
“Omigod!! Fuck yeah, you’re the hottest guy I’ve ever seen,” Billy panted. “Damn straight,” Ellie agreed.
“Holy shit!” An unfamiliar voice shouted. “You weren’t kidding about the chicks!” A larger man, also wearing the same shirt Billy had arrived in, had appeared in the room. “We got a call inviting us over, good thing it wasn’t a prank after all! Some hot bitch fucking begging us to come over, it was fucking awesome. Anyway,” he continued, and rounded on Billy. “How’s it going, pretty mama?”
Billy made a happy gasp, eager to start showing herself off. “Ohhhh, look at my fucking titties,” she moaned, and started mushing them together, leaning forward for maximum view of her cleavage. “Fuck, I’m looking!” The newcomer said. “Hayden! You gotta see this, get your ass over here!” He called back over his shoulder.
“Okay, but it better be good, there’s two babes fucking a dude in here—whoa shit!!” A thinner, but more muscular boy rounded the corner and entered the room. His eyes popped at the sight of the naked, ridiculously proportioned girl in front of him. “Is this the Playboy Mansion or some shit?” Billy giggled and thrust her chest outwards, hefting her boobs up in offering. “Thirsty?” She asked sweetly, and made lewd kissing sounds with her pillowy, bolted-on lips. The boys responded quickly, each setting their mouths on her nipples and sucking hard. Billy moaned in shock and arousal as the boys practically swallowed her breasts whole. “Suck my titties,” she encouraged under her breath. “Don’t stop, don’t stop sucking my titties!...”
The frat boys were in the process of unzipping their pants, and Billy wrapped her slender fingers around their dicks without hesitation. The pleasure overtaking her, she began thrusting her double-wide hips in time as she jerked them off, her tiny waist swaying sexily between the two boys.
Slowly, more horny college brats started filling the room. Loud hooting and catcalling echoed through the house as boy after boy had their turn plowing, groping or dancing with Billy, although most of them were content to lounge around the room, stroking themselves as Billy performed for them. Billy was thrilled with the attention, her thighs soaked from orgasm after orgasm just from showing herself off. She pouted her massive lips, licked whipped cream from her own tits, and twerked her enormous ass for hours. “Look at me,” she repeated to herself. “Jerk your cock to me... oh please, I want to make you cummmm,” she whined. Despite her encouragement, for some odd reason none of the frat boys had reached climax after their time with her. Nobody questioned that when she ground her round ass against their cocks, smeared oil over her tits, or swayed like a charmed snake, nobody spilled a single drop of spunk.
The party grew more and more rowdy as the evening progressed. Ellie, who’d been watching the fun unfold, began to notice something. The partygoers were clearly drunk, and some of them carried red cups. Puddles of liquid spotted the carpet. “House,” he mumbled to his phone. Nobody else heard him over the thumping music and shouting frat boys. “Lift the restriction, and make the changes. I need to figure out what’s going on here...”
He started making his way towards the kitchen, ignoring the sound of one of the frat boys groaning loudly in orgasm nearby. Entering the kitchen, he found what he expected, but was no less confused to see several large beer kegs waiting on the counter. Several boys were refilling their cups, and a few of the house’s mechanical arms were stacking new ones in a neat pyramid. "House," Ellie asked his phone. "When did this beer arrive?"
"Refreshments were synthesized at six sixteen as per your request, my master," the house's sultry voice responded. "Did I do good, master?"
"Then who the hell have the girls been fucking this whole time? I thought you ordered a delivery guy!" Ellie said. He rushed back through the living room, not even stopping to appreciate the growing harem of impossibly hot chicks that was forming. Every boy was passionately making out with or wildly humping another duplicate girl, either unaware or uncaring that they used to be their own fraternity brothers. Ellie had to swerve to avoid a particularly rowdy threesome, one of the frat boys was thrusting his prick between the sumptuous cheeks of two girls who had pressed their asses together, a shocking amount of cum pouring from his cock to glaze the girl's behinds. As he pissed man juice, his hairy beer belly and thick arms dwindled, and his chest began to expand. The boys were all cumming their masculinity onto the floor until they had deflated into more dumb, sex-crazed fucktoys. The air was thick with the sound of electrical buzzing as each boy's personality was overwritten.
A couple of newly created girls ran by, weakly smacking each other with pillows and giggling as
Ellie reached the bedroom. He found the door open, and an older man he didn't recognize stepped out. He was shirtless, showing off a fit torso, still had a full head of dark hair which had been mussed into a telling bedhead, and a rugged five-o-clock shadow. "God damn," the man said breathlessly. Angel and Isabelle were laying on the bed behind him, tangled in sheets and covered with cum. "I hope you don't mind me crashing the party, but these beautiful ladies greeted me at the door and uh... wouldn't take no for an answer!" The man continued, brushing some hair from his forehead in a useless attempt to look somewhat presentable. The pillow fighting girls ran by once more, and the man turned his head to watch them go. "This is a great time, but I need to find my daughter. This is my house, I'm Angel's father, Mr. Catalina. Do you know her or her friends, Ellie and Isabelle?"