In the midst of all the sex and horny shrunken giraffe women, Ty felt a thrill of excitement unlike any before. He really could do anything, couldn’t he? Anything he liked. Anything he wanted.
As the multiple clones of his once cruel and domineering step mom experienced pleasure, joy, and intimate release, Ty’s eyes widened and he felt his boner rising.
He closed his eyes gently, feeling June crawl over and grab onto his ankle with her powerful bicep, panting, trembling with sexual stimulation, and he heard her gasp.
“You’re doing something!” she whispered.
Indeed, Ty was doing something.
All sex and excitement momentarily stopped, to be replaced by cries of shock and gasps. Ty opened his eyes. All eight of his giraffe step moms were posed in various states of shock as they began to twin through their strange osmosis again, splitting off new individuals from the original eight.
“What have you done?” June whimpered, gasping as a new head, equally shocked, began to grow from her shoulder.
In no time at all, Ty was staring down at eight new identical copies of each giraffe woman. Bringing his total pool of giraffe step moms up to sixteen. It was absolutely impossible to tell them apart besides their distinct subspecies, body shape, and markings. An unsettled quiet hushed over the living room.
Each copy stared at themselves in shock. Some kept looking back to Ty uneasily.
“T-There’s too many of us, love...” June whispered, her copy nodding gently in startled agreement.
“Just relax, ladies,” Ty reassured them all. “I know this is weird, but I have a plan. Let’s all just relax, take a breath, and compose ourselves.”
The menagerie of shrunken giraffe women all nodded trustingly and got their wits about them. The two Masais giggled and hugged each other. Some of the girls were still wet and quite dishevelled from all the sex. Others seemed scared.
One by one, though, Ty organized the sixteen little giraffe ladies into some sense of order, lining them up from shortest to tallest next to their doubles.
“N-Now what?” The slim and cute little Four said meekly, her “sister” wide eyed.
Ty willed the new copies to turn into boys.
Each giraffe gasped as the one next to them began to change. Those gasps turned to excitement as the duplicate females began to masculinize, growing broader, taller, more muscular, clit extending into a sheathed cock, balls dropping, faces deepening, horns growing.
Ty laughed in amazement, watching as he now had a full collection of hot little male and female giraffes.
“Oh, WOW!” The male Six gasped, his pink cocktip slipping from his sheath.
“Have fun, guys,” Ty giggled.
June blinked at her male counterpart, a ravishingly tall and beefy giraffe guy, and she cowered slightly with a blush under her fur.