Winston pondered the question, all the while rubbing his more than double-chin in deep thought. The boys looked a little drowsy. No surprise there. As he had said, he wanted to keep them under a certain control until his three boys fitted perfectly in mind and body his own desires. He could not believe his luck! Instead of getting one kid, he had gotten three, thanks to a glitch in the magic of his return to the Daddy Dimension! Sure, he could always sell off one or two if it got tough but Winston did think that with time, effort and a lot of magic, it should be manageable. Oh, he'd be the envy of all the Daddies! He chuckled at the thought.
But first, he had to decide what sort of sons he wanted. Oh, the possibilities! Should he make them toddlers? Or babies? The idea of a pram and crib with lots and lots of frills sounded appealing but would it be fun in the long term? Perhaps children a bit younger than early teenagehood would be a wiser choice... And should he keep them all at a similar age or at various stages of childhood? A bit of variety would be nice, truth be told... He might enjoy warping their minds too. And perhaps he could stretch it to making them into juvenile mythological creatures. That sort of choice rarely held any appeal for any Daddy that was not himself a mythological being, but Winston had always been more curious and extravagant than a lot of his kind... And he wanted to impress the other Daddies around and show off his boys in his great Daddy Den.
Then Winston decided and started magically transforming the three boys. They were already so near being unconscious that they did not even notice they were getting hit by new transformations...