Roughly twenty minutes after you passed out from the most mind-blowing masturbation you ever had, you slowly woke up in a daze. It took several moments for you to register where you were and what you were doing, a realization that was sped up when your other two bodies woke up as well. Still a bit groggy, you searched your pile of clothes for your phone, and checked the time. Once you confirmed that not as much time passed as you were worried might have, you checked if your girlfriend tried to contact you while you were out cold.
"Nothing, huh?" you remarked as you verified that she hadn't tried reaching you. Thinking things over a bit, you wondered if it would be fine to upgrade your modified body again. On one hand, you weren't sure how your girlfriend would react if she saw what you did to a copy of her body. But on the other hand, the levels of pleasure you could reach were absolutely intoxicating, and you'd hate for that body to disappear after a week or two. After pondering this conundrum for several minutes, you decided to let fate decide. If you tried upgrading and the terminal reported that your copy was eligible for upgrade, you would go through with it. Conversely, if the restrictions were still in place, you'd wait for your girlfriend and consult with her.
Heading to the terminal once more with your original body, you typed in the [upgrade] command while you had your futa body walk over to the output chamber and step inside. The moment of truth approached as the terminal commenced its scan.
:::Commencing eligibility check...
::Eligibility confirmed. Closing output doors.
*click*
:::Please enter a redundancy number, or press [Enter] to skip:
Remembering that you skipped this step last time you upgraded the body, you tried to think of what the instructions said about the redundancy option. "If I recall correctly..." you muttered to yourself, "it said that a higher number was encouraged and improved reliability." Considering that upgrading the copy to a type-2 would be a commitment of up to three months, you reckoned that you would prefer not to potentially screw things up and have to start over again. However, the terminal gave no indication of how much higher the number should be to make things "reliable." Should you set it to 3? 20? 100, maybe? You couldn't tell if it was supposed to be on a certain scale, but you figured if the number you entered was too high, the terminal would spit back an error. Wanting to test this theory with a number that felt good to you and would easily determine if it was actually on an unspoken scale of 10, you tried entering in 15.
>15
::Setting redundancy to 15.
:::Options finalized. Please have original consciousness donor stand in the main chamber for mental link recalibration.
Surprised that there wasn't an error, you hoped that you set the number high enough as you walked over to the main terminal with your male body. After stepping inside, the doors closed and the machine whirred to life once more. Feeling the same warmth as last time, you were more prepared for the moment when you lost connection with your other body and didn't panic this time. Once mental contact was restored, you could immediately tell how much better the telepathic linkage was, with your connection feeling just a couple steps shy of "natural", as best as you could apply that term under these circumstances. As the machine's humming dimmed a bit, the output chamber's doors opened and your newly upgraded type-2 copy was able to step out. To your concern, however, the main chamber's doors remained shut. No sooner had your futa copy stepped out when the output doors closed behind her once more, and the machine's noise kicked up again. After a brief amount of time, you could feel a new copy linked to your consciousness, and you opened nine new pairs of eyes to see the inside of the output chamber as the doors opened up. Stepping out with your new body, the doors shut behind it again.
Mildly alarmed, you had a guess as to what might be happening, and walked over to the terminal with your unaltered girlfriend-body to confirm your suspicions. What you saw was the following text:
:::Upgrade complete. Beginning redundancy cycles...
::cycle 1...
::complete.
::cycle 2...
As you were reading this, the doors opened and you stepped out with a third copy of the altered body, and the console updated.
::complete.
::cycle 3...
Part of you wanted to try stopping the process, but you were afraid of what could happen if you forcibly interrupted it. Deciding that you had no choice but to ride it out, you went with the flow and kept stepping out with a new copy whenever the doors reopened. Finally, after the fifteenth cycle completed, the doors on both the main chamber and the output chamber opened at once, and your original body was free at last. A quick check of the terminal confirmed it.
::cycle 15...
::complete.
:::Redundancy cycles completed: 15/15. No errors detected.
Standing amongst yourselves in the aftermath, you now had a total of 18 bodies: your original, the unaltered copy of your girlfriend that she gave you, and sixteen copies of her that each had nine heads and many other alterations. It was hot as hell seeing your modified girlfriend bodies so many times at once and from so many angles, and your many, many dicks were quickly rising to attention. However, you also knew you had to figure out what you were gonna do with all of them, since going home with all your bodies certainly wasn't an option.