Five fuck sessions later—that’s five each for Gertrude and for Maude—Stephen left their house and left the two brilliantly young lesbian lovers lying on the floor exhausted from his attention.

He walked out the front door and down the driveway, taking the short sidewalk path to his home. It took him a moment to really confirm that it was his home. The only thing he recognized was that it still had a tall, flat roof.

Stephen had some elaborate plan for entering his house through a back window that was totally thrown out when he realized his entire house had changed.

Something—he assumed another effect of the totem—had left his house remarkably different than even yesterday morning. It was deeper, advertising more room than he would have thought possible. There were no more neighbors behind them, somehow, and so there was plenty of room to go backward. The fading color of the bricks in the front had been saturated fully and were now a deep, pleasant red. The windows, in particular, were tall and wide. No longer the kind that opened up a bit to tell air in. Instead, they were the kind that announced to everyone in the neighborhood what was happening in the house.

Showy. Flaunting. Vain. Just like his fantasy of a wife had always been.

So instead, with a solid fuck it, Stephen—still completely naked after fucking his neighbors—just walked through the front door. The house was unlocked, of course; what was there to worry about in regard to crime in this town anymore?

The inside was just as showy and arrogant as the outside was now. He had expected the vaulted ceilings from the way it looked on the outside. He hadn’t expected the immaculately-constructed chandeliers, the cabinets of crystal finery, the new furniture that looked like it had arrived off a magazine cover. Twin marble staircases leading into an upstairs that was at least five feet higher up than it had been yesterday morning. Thick, heavy fur rugs in the den—the den that was also brand new—in front of a roaring fireplace for a chimney that must have been recently de-bricked.

He found what he was looking for in his brand-new den. The totem was on top of the luxurious, meticulously-cleaned mantle. The wood was so polished he could see his reflection in it.

It was hard to pin down what the totem looked like exactly. Like a series of infinity loops all thrumming and closing in on each other. The totem didn’t move, not exactly, but it was built to look like it did, and each time he tried to follow the pattern of its architecture, it eluded him.

The power it exuded made his cock hard again, even drained so much and so often by Gertrude and Maude.

High-heeled steps sounded off on the marble floor behind him. Stephen’s heart immediately began to race.

“Oh, my husband,” Marisa moaned. “I’m so happy you’re home.”

Shit.

Immediately, Stephen closed his eyes. Still trying to deny reality, after all this. She wrapped her hands around his neck and started kissing him. He could feel her press her gorgeous tits against his back, her tiny, tall frame feeling so light against his impossibly heavy masculinity.

“Darling…” she said after a moment, slowly slinking between him and the mantle. “…why are your eyes closed, my love?”

Because you’re probably so fucking hot right now that I don’t know if I can stand to look at you without fucking you into next week.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to control myself if I see you.”

“Oh, Husband,” she giggled. “You flatter me. But surely you’re so strong that you can handle anything?”

Well, of course that’s true.

He didn’t even have time to examine the contradictory nature of that thought before his eyes opened and his worst fears—such as they were—were fully realized.

Marisa dressed in a soft silk robe and lingerie, the robe parted just so to show off her dynamite figure and stellar bust. Long waves of hair fell down one side, done-up like she was going to a gala to celebrate specifically her beauty. Her tits pushing up toward him, the cleavage decorated with an array of jewels—as were her hands, her wrists, her ears. Shining and sparkling everywhere. She looked like a dream; he had trouble standing up just seeing her.

This was different than Maude or Gertrude or Kylie or Rhonda or any of the other bimbos flaunting around town—this was a goddess. She was worthy of his respect and attention, and by god she had it. His cock pushed up into her midsection and she absently and obediently began stroking him right away.

At her feet was Gale, prostrating in a yoga-type child’s pose. Her thin, gorgeous body on display just for Daddy. Dressed in the after-wear version of Mommy’s outfit—the heels a bit lower, but the gown even racier. Lower cut, and higher hemline.

“We’ve been aching for you all day, though of course that’s nothing new. But when you didn’t come home last night, I was so worried you wouldn’t be cumming in whoever you wanted—”

“Yes, well that’s understandable—what?”

“—there were so many girls here last night I was desperate for you to fuck. I’ve cultivated such a pristine arrangement of virgins and vixens for you, each one picked especially for—”

“Why would you do that? Why would you be collecting a harem for me?”

“You weren’t going to gather them all. You said it was too much work. You told me to do it. But to be honest, I rather enjoyed it. Each one was prettier than the last, though of course, none as pretty as me.”

“I believe that.”

She smiled adroitly. “That’s nicer. That’s more like the reception I’d love to hear from my darling husband when he hears about his gathered harem. I sent them all home. We didn’t know where you went off to. Won’t you leave us with a message next time? Abigail’s only too happy to obey you. I had to hear from Ella that you were acting odd. Are you still acting odd?”

Gale was licking his feet. God help him, he might have to kick his daughter in the face.

“I don’t mind, you see. Of course not, my love. I adore the girls I’ve found you. It’s just I hate to see how disappointed they were when they couldn’t touch you. Fuck you. Stroke you.”

She accentuated this point by speeding up her own strokes on his cock.

Stephen, his wits suddenly about him again, yelled out and stepped back, holding the totem like it was some kind of weapon.

“I have to end this,” he said. “This is over.”

“Over?” Marisa raised an eyebrow.

He had to bust it before she convinced him not to. All these crazy succubi bitches had schemes on schemes on schemes to keep him hard and happy and there was no telling what she might decide to do.

“I can’t let you stay like this. You look fabulous and—”

“Do I? Thank you, darling. It is just for you. And only you, forever.”

“Forever, Daddy,” Gale moaned from her new place around her mother’s leg.

His daughter was making a puddle of lust on the floor. Marisa’s long arm reached down to her head and gripped her tight, easily advertising that she could hold her down on his massive cock if that’s what he wanted.

These two perfect, utterly perfect women. They would hate him after this. They would despise him. They would want to kill him and he’d probably deserve it. But at least they would be normal.

“Please, Daddy?” Gale moaned, staring at him with her big eyes. “Please, let me suck your cock?”

That was too much.

He smashed the artifact in his hand—god, he was strong now—and just in case that wasn’t enough, he threw it to the ground and stamped down on it.

The power leaving the artifact was evident—a bright flash of terrible red energy, crackling and zapping up and out, spreading throughout the house. Everything felt it expanded and then contracted. The air felt electric for several moments—but then it seemed to settle down.

Several deep breaths. How would this work? Would everyone change all at once? Would his wife immediately hate him again, his daughter hold him in complete disdain? What were the rules of magic?

“Oh.” Marisa giggled behind him. “Oh, dear. That’s not how you do that at all.”

“What?”

“I mean, if you had asked me, I would have told you. Even if I didn’t agree with the decision, it’s a wife’s duty to do as her husband says. But it’s also a wifely duty to tell her husband when he’s wrong? Destroying that totem doesn’t mean this is over.”

Stephen was flabbergasted. “What?”

“In fact, it kind of means this can’t be over.”

“What?”

“It was, I don’t know exactly to put it. Magic is weird. But it wasn’t the source of the power that flows through you and all of us, now. It was more like the remote, turning you on as a source for that power. It had an on switch, which I surmise was activated when you gave it to me? But the off switch, well…”

He looked down at the fragments of the totem. Much of it was powder; it had been so fragile and he was so frightfully strong now. There would be no putting it back together.

Gale was close to tears. Just seeing her lovely face like that broke his heart.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” he asked.

“I kind of wanted you to undo it, Daddy.”

“What?” Marisa looked shocked. “Why? We’ve talked so much about how much happier we are, my sweetling.”

“Oh, I know, and I am. I hated my old self. I hated Daddy so much; it was so wrong of me. I love him now like a good daughter should. It’s just…maybe I would be better at sucking cock if everything went back to the way it was. Or maybe I wouldn’t hate it so much that I disappointed him.”

Marisa leaned over and shushed her. Stephen had to admire the perfect globes of her ass as she did.

“It’s all right, sweetie. You know I’ll teach you how to do it just right for Daddy. I’ll hold you down and everything, just like we said. He’s so big and you’ll want to say no, but we’ll both know you won’t need to and you’ll be stuffed full of his big Daddy cock in your tiny virgin pussy in no time, and—”

“Holy shit, no.” Stephen shook his head.

“You don’t want to fuck your daughter, Master?” Marisa held Gale by the face, pinching her cheeks just so. “But she needs it.”

He was so tired of pretending he was something he wasn’t and fighting this.

“No, that’s not what I mean. I mean she didn’t do a bad job of sucking my cock.”

He sat down on the nearby leather couch, exhausted. The material felt like it cost more than his yearly salary per square inch.

“What? But you ran away right after. And you didn’t stay for her to suck you off again at breakfast…”

“I was scared,” he threw up his hands. “I didn’t know what was happening. I was scared because it was the best blowjob I’d ever had.”

Marisa’s smile lit up the whole room. “Do you hear that, my darling? Daddy thinks you’re even better than me!”

“That’s what I’m saying,” said Stephen. “I don’t remember you ever sucking my cock, Marisa. Maybe once on our wedding night. But the rest of the time, you said it was—”

“—Too undignified, yes. But you made me apologize for that, darling. You taught me all about what a proper woman is. Arrogant and needy and aching and vain and materialistic and weak and pliant and seductive and—”

“Stop.”

He reached up and—without even thinking—drew Marisa onto his lap. She casually began stroking him, listening intently with her whole face and body. Listening like he’d never experienced her before. It was surreal, being the entirety of the focus of a woman with her kind of ethereal beauty. He hardly even noticed when her stroking—which started right away, fitting on him like a sheath over a sword—was replaced by Gale’s gentle kisses and licks and then slurping, schlocking, and moaning. Marisa placed a knowing hand on their daughter’s head, guiding her up and down. Patient, loving, attentive.

Casually, he explained all of it—his whole adventure from start to finish since waking up in a haze with Gale sucking him off. He stopped several times to tell her how good she was. It was lovely to watch her cum just from telling her she was a good girl. Her lips vibrated around his shaft each time an orgasm shook her thin frame.

“That must have been so confusing,” said Marisa. “You poor, poor dear. So you don’t remember fucking me at all?”

“No.”

And he really, really wanted to. He had cum, repeatedly, down Gale’s throat as he retold the story. She loved it. Her young face, tits, and neck were absolutely smothered in his cum repeatedly. It seemed to absorb readily into her skin, making her appear even shinier. Her hair had grown several inches and intensified in its golden color, shining all by itself in the dim light of their den.

“But Mommy is the hottest girl in the whole town,” said Gale, licking his cock. “And you deserve to fuck the hottest women ever.”

“And you don’t remember me taking Gale down on your cock for the first time?” said Marisa. “No matter how she squirmed, holding her for you while you drowned her throat in your holy seed?”

“Fuck.” He pulled Gale—who was smiling happily at the memory of her first throatfucking—back down on his cock. She fit there so easily. “No. No. Shit. I’m thinking it must have been something to do with booze withdrawal. I was just in a weird funk while the totem was clearing all those toxins out of my system. And I guess I let you be in charge of making me happy after I somehow made you into the ‘perfect wife.’”

Marisa crawled around on his lap, holding herself steady with long arms wrapped around his neck. Her pussy resting on the top and back of Gale’s head. Grinding there while she soaked in the majesty of her masculine husband. Keeping Gale—in this position—from getting any gulps of anything except for his cock.

“I want to feel it,” Marisa moaned. “I want to feel your cum hit the back of her skull, please? I want to feel my daughter’s head while you fuck it. And then I need you inside me, please.”

God, that was so sick, so hot. He needed to, suddenly and absolutely. He needed to do only and exactly that.

Making out with Marisa—hotter than any model or celebrity he’d ever seen, her face so smooth and defined and shiny—she ground her pussy on the back of Gale’s head while his daughter choked down his cock.

“Cum for me, Master,” she moaned. “Give me my gift? Give me my reward for changing this town for you. Just for you. Show me how much you love my daughter. Cum for me. Cum for me, Daddy? Please, Daddy?”

She knew her secret weapons well. He couldn’t resist that, not after being sucked for so long by Gale.

Cumming wasn’t the end of lust for him anymore—only something else that exponentiated it. It changed his disposition like a spray of precum used to, making him need to fuck even more.

And so he came down his daughter’s tight, eighteen year-old throat. He came so hard that he know Marisa felt it deep in her cunt, even through the thick, soft layers of Gale’s hair. But cumming was no longer the end, and he wanted more.

Cumming still, he pulled out and sprayed down Gale and shoved Marisa into the couch, entering her mercilessly. She was so fucking thin, so tall, so busty, so hot! How was she even fucking real?

It felt like every thrust should break her in half. Instead, she was so soft, so warm that he felt like he was fucking inside a pink cloud.

Inside his wife. Finally fucking his wife in the first real time in he didn’t even know how long.

“You’re so fucking good!” Marisa moaned. “My husband! My husband! My husband, the king! The god! You’re my god!”

He had only managed a few dozen strokes—barely working himself up in her uber-tight pussy—when Gale recovered and slipped up next to her Mommy. Their legs wrapped and pushed against each other and him.

It was messy, slippery, hot. Their heavy tits leaked beautiful milk and Stephen couldn’t stop squeezing them at every turn, needing to feel more and more of their lusciously gorgeous bodies.

“He’s fucking you, Mommy,” she whimpered. “Oh Mommy, Mommy, Daddy’s fucking you so good, so hard, oh Mommy…”

“I know, baby,” Marisa moaned. “I know, my good girl. He’s so good. He’s such a man. He’s all that is man. He’s our man. We’re so lucky…lucky…lucky…!”

Her body cascaded into another round of glorious, operatic orgasms. Gale joined in just from watching her mother cum to her Daddy’s virtuoso strokes.

Good lord. Stephen may have been all that was man, but he was still a man.

Shaking, trembling, his hands tight around both their throats, Stephen unleashed inside of Marisa.

His cum emptied out of him and he felt like he might genuinely have nothing left. He sprayed and sprayed, load after load, unleashing all the frustrations of the past forty-eight hours inside her.

And like a good wife, she absorbed it all with gratitude and lust.

“Oh my god,” Marisa moaned, stroking his body with admiration. “I’m knocked up for sure this time. I can feel it. You made me so pregnant, Master.”

“Good,” he said. “Wives are always pregnant for their man.”

Marisa licked his neck. “And daughters too?”

Both of them turned to look at Gale. So fresh. So young. So virginal.

“Do it, Master,” Marisa whispered.

They both closed in on the trembling young virgin, fear and desire competing in her eyes. Marisa tugged her into him, ass on the slippery couch, one hand on her shoulder.

“Like I said…I promise to hold her down.”