Stephen had decided to do the right thing.

Beneath him, an eighteen year-old college freshman and his fiercest rival competed intimately with their mouths over the thick, heavy expanse of his now-constantly hard cock. Kylie and Rhonda, respectively, did everything they could to make their Master happy.

“He’s soo big,” Rhonda murmured in awe for maybe the hundredth time. Her plump lips attended the tip of his cock. “I can’t believe how big he is.”

“That’s because you’re a stupid bitch.” Kylie pushed her to one side and slurped Stephen down, showing Rhonda how it was done.

Both girls were naked. Their clothes were in tatters. The one thing they seemed to be able to agree on was how it was a shame that they weren’t in sexy outfits for their Master; they both were exceedingly distraught that they didn’t have high-high heels to wear for him.

Everything else, though, seemed to be an excuse for Kylie to find fault with Rhonda—and Stephen only egged her on.

It was the morning after the day he had awoken to find that pretty much every woman he came across in his town wanted to serve him sexually. That day began with his own adopted eighteen year-old daughter giving him a blowjob, guided in doing so by his wife. At work, his secretary served up her barely legal stepdaughter to him on a sexual platter, forcefully urging the girl she raised to be “a good girl” and receive a skullfucking from the arousal-compelled Stephen. When he looked for help from his closest friend, Ella, she seduced him into fucking her stupid.

That was the first piece of the puzzle. Up until that point, it was like he had been transported into some weird pornographic film obsessed with training barely legal teenagers to serve his cock. But Ella was clearly dominating the men who came to her law office, even going so far as legally declaring them as wage-slaves to the women who were divorcing them in utterly punishing settlements. Even stranger, she had a special tattoo right above her pussy.

He wouldn’t have thought much of it. Far too much to think of otherwise, what with every woman—in addition to becoming his seductive cockslaves—transforming into real-life bombshells with superheroine measurements and magazine cover wardrobes. But then, through a turn of events, trying to escape the madness to get his head straight, Stephen managed to wind up at this cabin in the middle of the mountains with two other girls—his worst enemy and a random teenage hitchhiker they had picked up—with both of them begging, whimpering, and working for the pleasure of his cock.

And both of them, just like Ella—and he could only imagine, just like Abigail and Marisa and the rest of the women he had seen—had the same tattoo just above their pussy.

Kylie was a jealous cocksucker, even though his cock had grown tremendously in girth and length over the past thirty-six hours. She pushed Rhonda to one side frequently. When Rhonda managed kiss and lick and squirm her way into taking over cocksucking duty, Kylie would choke her—stroking Stephen’s cockhead by gripping the bulge he made in Rhonda’s throat—until Rhonda turned purple and had to relent to give up to Kylie. Rhonda, surprisingly timid, only whimpered and begged and kissed and licked in return for her own turn.

Much of the venom was out of Kylie’s attitude toward Rhonda, but it was no less toxic. She still berated her constantly for ever being against Stephen; he suspected this was for the same reason that both girls constantly called him Master and especially Daddy.

Kylie called Rhonda stupid bitch because it really, really turned him on.

“Can you believe this stupid bitch?” Kylie asked him, stroking him heatedly and continuing to both kiss his shaft and shoulder Rhonda out. “She can’t believe how big you are. I can. I always knew. I was born knowing how big and perfect your cock is, Daddy. I’ll always be ready for it.”

He found he didn’t have to say much. A nod here, a grunt there, a tugging of her hair there. Sex was about him, not them, and so his own voice was less important as a result. He didn’t give a fuck if anything he said turned them on; all they needed was his cock.

He grunted, testing this theory, and Kylie immediately intuited his meaning by slipping up onto the bed with her legs open. Rhonda, just like he wanted, was close to tears. This was probably the tenth or twelfth time he had fucked Kylie to Rhonda’s two or three. In truth, Kylie was a better fuck—younger, tighter, hotter—but this was only by a matter of degrees. Both their bodies continued to change rapidly to become more accustomed to his constant attentions. Longer limbs. Tighter abdomens. Thicker hair and breasts. Their bodies bimbofying rapidly from the nonstop assault of his cock and cum.

His own body had changed—becoming more the picture of the ultimate alpha. Taller, stronger, bulkier. He had to be careful how he handled furniture and doors—otherwise they would split to pieces from a casual grasp. Part of the way the girls transformed seemed to be just keeping up with him in this way—though they remained soft, pliable, and flexible, he didn’t seem to actually harm them no matter how passionate his grip became.

Kylie seemed to be getting hotter, tighter, bustier much faster than Rhonda, though. He assumed this had something to do with how much of his attention he had—maybe his unprotected loads deep into her fertile teen cunt were changing her faster. That turned him on too—that even if Rhonda did manage to keep getting hotter, she wouldn’t be able to keep up with Kylie because of the lead Kylie had already accumulated.

Being that unfair to Rhonda, even now that she was his simpering, submissive little fuckslave, really hit the hedonistic center of Stephen’s brain.

Rhonda had caused Stephen a lot of problems over the past couple of years. Attacking his business, his personal life. Stirring up all kinds of trouble. Now—fucking some random cock-worshiping beauty over Rhonda while making her cry in the process, depriving her of the totem of masculinity she had only just discovered was the center of her entire existence from now on—turned him on to no end.

The bed had broken many hours before; they fucked now on the mattress on top of the box spring directly on top of the floor. He knelt down and wrapped up Kylie’s ankles around his neck, easily and quickly shoving inside her beautiful young pussy.

“Oh my fucking god!” Kylie cried as Stephen thrust inside her. “You stupid bitch! You have no idea what you’re missing! Oh fuck, Daddy! You’re so good!”

She came immediately, as did Rhonda just from watching him fuck. But Rhonda’s cums—to hear her tell it—were a shadow of what Kylie felt with his massive cock riding against her ultra-sensitive g-spot.

Kylie, when she wasn’t sneering sexily at Rhonda, stared up at Stephen with first-crush, teenage-lovey-dovey eyes and mouthed how much she loved him. Her hands grasped her heavy, milking tits, squeezing out more hot, delicious cream that lubricated their bodies even more.

Now that he was fucking again, his thoughts became clear once more. His plan of action all laid out before him. The right thing to do.

“See, it’s all got to do with Marisa. I didn’t expect it. At first, I thought it must have been Ella, when she was so insistent and manipulative of those men in her office.”

“Yeah,” Kylie moaned, banging her ankles against his neck. “Oh yes. She insisted…”

Kylie, naturally, had no idea who or what he was talking about. He continued to thrust slowly, milking this time with his full wits about him.

“But then the tattoo on your cunts. It matches exactly the gift I gave Marisa. There was this time—I guess it was about five weeks ago for you two, but like two or three days ago for me—I got blackout drunk. Marisa was leaving me. I didn’t know what to do.”

“Of c-course not,” Kylie was all sympathy and nods. “If you knew, you’d have d-done it. Like you do me.”

He purposefully avoided looking at Rhonda. She was really weeping, almost hyperventilating, deeply jealous. Close to a panic attack that she would never receive his cum again. If he saw that now, he might lose control entirely and cum right away.

“But I remember waking up with my wallet empty. Not a particularly crazy—ugh. Your tits.” He slapped them generously, spending time kissing and licking them. The warm, pleasant-tasting milk they produced had kept him full for the past eighteen hours of their fuck-session. “Not a crazy thing. Waking up with no money. But I had just cashed out my accounts to keep Marisa from taking the money, you know? And so there was a lot. And instead I had this, I don’t know what to call it. An artifact? A totem? Like a foot tall or so. Hard wood carving. Looked old. But it’s the same…christ.”

He chanced a look over at Rhonda and she looked nearly suicidal. Desperation for his pleasure, for his happiness, read clearly in her eyes—as did the deep-seated anguish of not receiving it personally as he favored Kylie again and again. After all the mess she had made for him, it felt so good to see that kind of emotional pain registering so deeply with her.

Kylie was mouthing Stupid. Bitch. at Rhonda even as she kept cumming and moaning worshipfully.

He was going to lose it soon.

“Same…ungh. The same symbol as what’s on your cunts now. ‘This’ll fix it,’ the note on it said. No idea what it meant. But I gave the thing to Marisa. Last ditch effort for some kind of decent terms in the settlement. And next thing I know…I wake up in a new bed and Gale’s sucking me off like a champ.”

“Like you deserve,” Kylie moaned. “You deserve it. You deserve it. You deserve to have your daughter sucking you off, Daddy.” She could sense his closeness and spoke with an intensity and rhythm to encourage his orgasm as soon as possible. “I wish I was your daughter. I wish you had raised me up to suck and serve you. I’m so jealous of her. Can I be her friend? Can we chat and giggle and finger each other during slumber parties while we moon over you and you alone? Can I please—”

God, how did all these women know what made him more turned on than anything else? His thrusts came faster and faster as Kylie ranted, and his hands gripped tight against her mouth and throat just to shut her up. She squealed with delight, orgasming as his pistoning thrusts reached a crescendo and he came inside her.

His load was unbelievably thick and potent. He could practically smell her getting pregnant underneath him. Before, his cum might have filled a thimble or so if he was being honest; now it must have easily been a cup, maybe more. It shot from him in long, hot strings, spraying Kylie’s insides like he was putting out a fire.

Her eyes melted once more beneath him, so full of liquid-hot love and admiration for everything he was. She would be loyal and obedient, forever. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind. He wasn’t even sure that undoing all these transformations would change that about her; it seemed that genuine and real.

After several minutes of soaking in this teenage goddess’s gaze, he pulled out of her, stroking her body as he went.

Almost right away, Kylie turned to Rhonda.

“Ell. Oh. Ell. You dumb bitch. There’s another one for me. Can you imagine how quickly I’m gonna be pregnant compared to you?”

Stephen knew, as the clarity of thinking from fucking wore off, that he had to get that artifact back and undo the effects of it and, failing that, destroy it entirely. It was the right thing to do. He couldn’t just live the rest of his life sexually destroying the lives of every woman he came into contact with. It was wrong.

Without being told, Rhonda shimmered down to Kylie’s pussy and began obediently licking the cum out of her pussy. The way she was angled meant he saw her entire ass presented to him. Stephen groaned.

It was probably wrong?

He was hard again already. Rhonda’s rear was high in the air, her pussy wet and pulsing and exposed. He could fuck her right into Kylie’s pussy while Kylie continued all that hot dirty talk about his daughter. He sat up, cock straight ahead, compelling him to slide up towards the perfectly formed entrance of Rhonda’s slick cunt.

He had to do the right thing. And he would.

Right after one last fuck.

“Kylie,” he said. “What were you saying about my daughter?”