Jack Thomson came in to check on his wives. Angela and Sophia, he kept at the daycare, while his other thirteen he rented out. They would be brought back to the house in a few hours. He spotted the phone on the ground and picked it up. He must have dropped it earlier. Females didn't know how to use them, after all. The phone was open to a strange app. A sentence was on screen.
"Females have no intelligence." Jack sighed. That was true. It made his life difficult, since he had fifteen adult ones and a toddler one to take care of. If they were even just a bit smarter, his life would be so much easier. They could take care of themselves and the many, many children they produced. But that was something for science fiction.
Still, Jack changed "no" to "average". The world spun around him. Suddenly, Angela and Sophia sat up straight, a spark in their eyes. They were no longer attached to the milking machines, but milking themselves. And chatting to each other. Jack was astonished.
Females were still effectively considered property. They were thought of as good for sex and reproduction like before, but now had an active hand in raising their children. One could own multiple females, all of them considered his wives, even while renting them out to other men for pleasure, babies, or breast milk. They had a typical intelligence, but were not allowed to attend school or anything similar. Girls were raised to be just like their mothers.
Jack looked down at the phone again. A new sentence was on screen.
"Jack puts his wives to work at his daycare." Yes, he did. But another option came to him. He'd long compared tending to his wives as being like a farmer. He changed "daycare" to "farm".
Suddenly, he was in a massive barn. Each stall had a nameplate with the name of one of his wives. Next to the nameplate was a sign indicating the wife's availability for different tasks: whether she could be rented for pregnancy, sex, milking, or childcare. A few of the stalls were empty, with a sign on the door indicating they were currently being rented out, as well as what they were being rented for.
Jack walked up to Sophia's stall. She had always been his favorite; she was the most attractive. Her sign indicated she was available to rent for anything. Not for long. Jack stepped inside the stall. Sophia looked up from the baby hat she was knitting. Her stall was very comfortable, with regular bedroom furniture and a bathroom in the corner.
Bathroom? Females didn't need those. Jack tapped on his phone. The toilet and sink disappeared. Now, the only thing Sophia wore on her otherwise naked body was a diaper.
"Did you need something?" Sophia asked. Jack silently took off his belt. Sophia's eyes widened. She removed her diaper and laid on her bed, her legs spread wide. Jack climbed on top of her. He slowly entered her, making her gasp. He thrust gently, over and over, enjoying the sounds of pleasure sure produced. This was far superior to sex with females before.
After a few minutes, Jack came. He got dressed and exited the stall. He pulled up the app.
"Jack's wives often get pregnant from sex." He changed "often" to "always", then generated a quick sentence to confirm that Sophia was pregnant. He adjusted the sign to say she couldn't be rented out for pregnancy and walked away.
Sophia sighed and went back to knitting. Her sister wife Angela was in the stall next to hers, nursing her latest litter. Sophia had only produced once child last time, and it had been female. Jack was unhappy with her then, so hopefully this time, it would be different.
Tammy, one of Jack's other wives, opened the door to Sophia's stall. Tammy was unfortunately infertile and could not produce milk, but was great at sex and childcare. She was regularly assigned to nanny the children. Sophia's only child from her last litter, Jane, ran in.
"Hungy, mama!" she cried. Sophia obediently laid on her side. Jane hurried over and began to hungrily suckle from Sophia's udder. Tammy waved goodbye and went back to her stall, to wait for her next task.
Sophia knew that this is how things were. And how they had always been. But some part of her felt like that wasn't right. She remembered using that phone to change things...
Jane, too, faintly remembered the phone. But she was more concerned with nursing.