Ty was in a strange haze until Eileen came back up and pulled the young woman upright, kissing her softly, which made her kiss back eagerly. To her surprise, he got her to her feet and said, "I wanna show you something real quick, paixão."
"Uh, okay!" Ty mumbled as her handsome lover took her from the room and led her downstairs to the nursery, opening the door for her and allowing her inside first.
Her eyes widened in amazement as she saw just how many cribs were in the room, with all their babies sleeping soundly. There were so many of them, Ty could count at least two dozen, maybe more. The absurd hyper-fertility of the girl she'd changed into (and maybe of Eileen, she couldn't quite tell) really sank in for her, and she felt weirdly happy about it.
She looked over at Eileen, and saw him smiling satisfied, and he said, "Our caboclo babies are so perfect, aren't they?"
"Yeah," agreed Ty. She couldn't take her eyes off his handsome body- not his firm, well-developed muscles, not his dark, hairy skin, and especially not the phallus that had made her pregnant with the masses of offspring she'd birthed. Even after he'd made her bear three litters of offspring for him, she still ached for him to father more.
While Eileen admired his and Ty's pretty children, Ty's body began readying itself to bear more. Her nipples and clitoris stiffened and she felt her vaginal juices seeping onto her inner thighs. Please, mate me again, she thought to herself.
Eileen turned to her and grinned...