Ty caught his breath and began to tremble in shock. Partly from the pleasure, partly from the fact he had just generated four more individual lives from absolutely nothing.
The circle of eight miniature giraffe step moms stared at each other and murmured in disbelief.
Slowly, Ty stood up. His arsehole ached from being penetrated by eager giraffe tongue and his cock felt like it might fall of from overuse. Blearily, he got to his feet, moaning. His personal zoo of giraffe whores turned suddenly, snouts all moving in unison.
Ty stood in the circle of giraffes ringed around each other and the scent of their hot and horny play still filled the room.
“T-Ty...” June whispered, lowering his neck to lean in close to him. “T-This is too many. There’s so many of me!”
“Us!” One of the circle corrected. “There’s so many of us.”
“Yes, we’re all the same,” another said gently.
Ty wheeled slowly, matching eyes with every giraffe staring at him, and he blinked in realization.
“Well, I can’t just... unmake you,” he gulped. “I couldn’t...”
Each giraffe let out a sigh of relief knowing they weren’t about to be snuffed from existence moments after having been created.
“Well, then what?” Maybe Seven or Eight said. “We can’t stay like this.”
“I can’t tell us apart!” Five blurted. “Ty, please, do something!”
“A-All right,” Ty gulped. “All right, uh...”