BODY-SHIFTER'S UNIVERSE C.L.A.I.R.E. PART THREE, BY: XXXECIL "Cherry-Pie; with extra napkins." I breathed luridly into the receiver of my wireless phone as I paced back and forth through my lonely, sparse, and untidy apartment. That was the code word for two prostitutes. I had to have an extra one this time. As long as you were content to never, ever be in the limelight, there were certain perks that came with working for an agency that didn't exist with billion-dollar budgets. The number that I dialed, the extension that I used, and a series of code-words could get me a great many luxuries through illicit back channels and covert cut-outs. That was how 'The Agency' operated, multiple layers of secrecy and misdirection with cover-stories, fall-guys, and 'clean-up crews'every step of the way. I didn't know where the women would come from, didn't need to know; just as they would never be able to ferret out the identity of those hiring them. This was an opportunity that I had never availed myself of before; I had always maintained notions of higher motives, always tried to picture myself as a pure creature of reason and intellect that had risen above base animal needs. Until now. Until I worked out a way to counter the alien super-hormone that was burning in my blood; I had to have an outlet for release. My penis had doubled in size in one month, and I could feel the weight of my balls; and it was growing difficult to remember what it felt like to actually have a limp dick. Only elastic sweat-pants could be comfortable now, with my raging ten-inches of hardened manmeat thrusting boldly at all hours of the day and night. I had ripped my home computer out of the wall in disgust, internet porn had failed me; I just couldn't jack-off fast enough, couldn't get enough stimulation to REALLY cum. However much I tried, it always felt like I had much too much cum left over. And I'd tried a variety of hookers. So I had to up the ante. Well, despite the painful distraction of my bull-cock pressing against my pants, I had still been able to get a little work done; and had forwarded some data, and recommendations for further experiments to the Review Board. If I really delivered, if I continued to produce useful discoveries of practical application, then the unseen masters that controlled 'The Agency' would have no problem arranging multiple prostitutes every night sent to my address. It would continue to be set up through illicit channels of dark secrecy that I didn't need to understand. I brooded for a few tense minutes. Suspecting that my report, and preliminary findings would be enough to satisfy the Board. I had of course, omitted any admission of sexual contact with the alien research subjects. But it was enough for an early report. I gripped my throbbing cock, knowing what I needed; but daring not to take that step. I would not allow the creatures; the shifters to touch me again. I had dubbed them Polymimeticus gynotrophia, and had to try and banish their memory, try not to think of them as women, tried not to remember the bliss of a blowjob from a woman who can grow three tongues on demand! My hips bucked, and my ten-inches of steely cock throbbed as I grunted in frustation. BRRZZZZTT But that was the doorbell, and with alacrity that surprised even me, I leapt to open it. The first was a shorter girl in skin-tight leopard skin spandex with a leather jacket over her upper body, but opened in the middle to reveal a Victoria's Secret push-up she was wearing as a top. Her hair was a neat, bright red chin-length bob that was probably a wig. She had sunglasses that changed color as the lighting shifted. Her partner was a taller girl with a noticeably wide ass barely contained in blue vinyl short-shorts and nylons that exposed and enhanced her long svelte legs down to her red high-heels. She had a fishnet tanktop that covered a pink bikini that scantily covered her D-cup boobs. Her hair was dyed orange with black, horizontal stripes. "The Lady or the Tiger; And I picked the ladies..." I breathed with a grin. The red-head paused as she stared pointedly at my gigantic cock tenting my sweat pants before speaking in a Brooklyn accent. "What we was told was th- " I was on her, my lips pressed to hers and my hands down her skirt, with another hand on her partner's ass. ********** I didn't appreciate their clothes for long, but I was a man in conflict - I could not decide between the redhead's boobs ( close to a Double-D) Or the taller girl's ass (To make a rapper whistle.) I was new at this and not quite sure of the best way to handle two women at once. Sprawling upon the couch, (too horny to bother dragging them to my bed) I battered my way into the taller gal's pussy while trying to bury my face in the chest of her red-headed partner. But admittedly, it was rather awkward to pound one pussy, while trying to wallow in the cleavage of the next girl. The two whores yelped as I changed positions. The Taller one with the tiger-striped hair; I still wasn't done with her pussy, so I hugged her close to me, crushingly tight, so I could wrap my legs around her, thrust into the hot core between her thighs, and lock my legs in place around her ass. But this still left arm length for me to caress and grope her red-headed partner. They were seasoned professionals, but I could tell that inspite of that, I was getting to them. I bottomed out Tiger-lady just shy of my maximum length, and I could see her eyes bulging, never before had she been filled so deeply, so completely. "He's... huge... beyond huge... so hard! So deep!!" wailed the tall prostitute as my rod burrowed deeper, amidst slickening trails of girlcum. I grapsed the redhead also, pinching, teasing, twisting nipples. Soon enough, my pumping meat was so slickened, so aroused that it seemed as though my pelvis pumped into the panting whore of its own accord. "Why don't I get up and dance for you, stud?" said the Brooklyn-accented pro with the red wig. And she did. She thrust, and teased, and began to slide off her bra-top bit by tantalizing bit. She was truly a pro - probably a stripper in her last gig. But when she bent over, began to wiggle and jiggle her ass at me, I seemed to lose control; a red haze of roaring lust descended over me; and I knew that even if my intellect wished it; my body was so aroused that I could not stop pumping, thrusting, rutting into the tiger-haired girl with the wide hips. She must have felt it; my manmeat was so rigid, so enflamed, so powerful that the condom ruptured within her. But from the way she was shaking as my wayward thighs jack-hammered her moist womanhood; she could not muster up the will to resist any more than I could; we had both been captured by the furies of my alien-powered sex-drive. While one stripper danced, I plowed the pussy of the other. I did not fuck until I reached climax; I kept blasting away at her stretched portal until the woman beneath me grew limp with exhaustion; I had lost track of how many times she had cum; my pelvis slick with female juices. I too had - and had been cumming. But something was wrong. I would cum, and get almost no relief; Dry heaves. Short Draws. Some strange element was missing. My exertions seemed to do very little to quench my manic hunger. It was all too soon that the tiger-haired whore lay utterly limp; barely breathing, exhausted beyond tolerance. Disappointed, I arose, barely remembered to reapply an intact condom, and leapt upon her partner, who at the moment was staring in disbelief; as if she had never seen a male of my explosive potency. I was on her, I was in her. I couldn't say how long it lasted; roaring, sweating, grunting I pummeled her loose womb like an excavator chipping away to release his greatest joy - in my case simple sexual release. I must have come, I must have spurted many times; yet my orgasms were so puny and abortive that they served more to tease me. The hooker was lost to herself, thrashing and gurgling as her pussy splashed my cock again with girlcum as a spine-tingling climax was torn from her yet again. I speared her with my raging manhood until the other, taller hooker began to stir again. By now, red-head had gone limp- it was a wig; she had dull brown tightly-bound hair underneath. And so it was; I rotated between the two women as soon as one of them was rested enough to begin to twitch, then she would be impaled once again upon my insatiable tower of inflamed libido. It was wrong, it was madness, it was more damnation than delight, but my erupting manhood was in control now. After an interminable length of creaky bedsprings, sweat-drenched sheets and ever-weaker moans from the tiger-girl, I resolved yet again to return to her partner; I had already ruptured three condoms in both women, so there was no purpose now in taking further precautions, but when my rampant, rigid ten-inches of run-away manhood turned back towards the naked whore trying to re-apply her red wig; she pulled a small, compact pistol on me. "You...you're insane! You're some kinda monster!! Do you...*gasp* know how long you've been at it?" I was aware of daylight streaming in through the window but I couldn't be bothered; I was still not satisfied! I hadn't REALLY cum! "I need a woman. I need to be inside you." "You need...*pant* medical attention!!" Her grip on the pistol wavered. Death and Sex. Again, the razor's edge balance. I leapt at her low, and came up within the reach of her arms, my hand gripping her wrist, and twisting the gun loose. My mouth enveloped hers, and I pressed her against the wall. I did not thrust into her again, instead I toyed and teased her naked nipples, brushed my rigid rod against her engorged clit, held her too tightly to allow her to run, while I slowly built up her arousal. The close struggle proceeded for several minutes until the hooker moaned, and I knew I had won. I speared her again, my meat as hard as ever; I wailed in primal heat as I felt the warm caress of her wet labial lips sliding past my member - for the umpteenth time. I took more time, savoring the feel of my steely shaft buried into her dripping womanhood; knowing that the whore would flee after this fucking. I thrust deep, resolving to get the most out of this sweat-stained copulation. Grunting, gripping her hips tightly, I tried to lock into my memory the feel of my iron-hard cock thrust so deep into the moist folds of her wet womanhood. I needed this! I needed more and more of this! Needed wet pussies to bottom-out inside of! Each thrust, each rut was precious as I rocked the walls with the fury of our mating. All too soon, came the spectre of exhaustion, however. Her orgasms were far weaker, and drier than they'd been during the night, and her stamina was declining rapidly; but this time; I experienced a similar problem. I released her, and slid to all fours. I wasn't as young as I used to be; and found my exerted body far behind my cock in terms of staying power. Yet still I was hard; but my limbs refused to move; the marathon sex had drained me. But it had not drained my desire. The hooker crawled away. Her partner had long since fled my apartment in fear. "I've never... said this before... to a John....but you... you're more Man than I can handle... don't know what kind of radioactive Viagra you're taking.... but I'm not enough... I don't think any Working Girl would be enough..." "That's why....hired... two hookers...tonight..." Still too tired, could barely stand anymore, much less grasp the wayward woman. "I don't think...*pant* the whole Bunny Ranch could satisfy you!" She crawled away, out the bedroom. "NOOO! Still horny!" I gripped my turgid manmeat. It was amazing; my orgasms had been so weak that - that it was as if my body was producing sperm faster than I could cum! I was exhausted, but if anything this morning I felt hornier than the night before! "I need.... to penetrate....something soft, smooth, female..." "You Dick! That's what you've been doing for ten hours straight!" "Need you...need to be... inside your pussy..." I reached for her. "No way... I don't know... what you need; but it ain't normal!" She was staggering out the door; I tried to follow. "Pay you...double your fee..." But they were gone. Both gone without taking any money period! (I suspect my secret masters will compensate them through secret channels.) Before drifting into a wearied slumber, I took a moment to reflect that I had just tackled a woman with a gun! At that moment, my need to penetrate something female had been greater than any sense of self-preservation! I snarled out loud as I gripped my throbbing ten-inches, squirming in torment from the ardent demands of the super-testosterone that was simmering in my loins. There was a burning instinct that would cause me to risk anything....anything for the chance to inject my seed into a sleek, young female. But it hadn't been enough! Not nearly... Was this to be my life? Screwing a different woman each night, non-stop fucking hour after hour until she fled in terror from the impossible demands of my alien-enhanced penis? But I knew. I knew what I REALLY needed. ********** In case of severe breaches; my secured laboratory could of course, be sealed tight against virtually all intrusion or escape; but in addition, in the outer hallway there was a small screen and keyboard which, when fed the right combination of numbers, would activate. This provided the researchers with a means of scouting out the lab first, in case of danger from an unusual specimen. I could check before walking into the room if whatever Area-51-reject I was experimenting on was lurking in hiding waiting to pounce; or check on any other potential risks. But that's not what I saw. The sensors said that all of my lovely little Polymimeticus girls remained in their enclosure. They were not starving, I had been able to calculate their DNA consumption rate and time their indirect feedings of my sperm to make sure they got what they needed - surviving yes, happy no. Within the enclosure, I saw myself. Labcoat and all. Except that my coat was open, and a dick at least a foot long jutted fiercely. Clarice...or Clarissa...was gyrating herself upon a steel pole and raised wooden platform that I was quite sure had never been a part of the equipment inside their confinement. "Shake it honey!" One of the Shifters boomed out in a perfect copy of my voice as the copy of my cock bobbed in the air. Probably Sara or Tara. Clarice gyrated her heart-shaped ass and spanked herself playfully as she waved it in my doppleganger's face. "I think you can do better than that!" Now, a female voice was speaking from my lips; it sounded like Sara. "Human women need wide hips to convince men on a primal level of their fertility, I think you can really push the envelope!" Sara's voice said from my body. "Alright, but stay in Character!" Clarice insisted as her ass plumped up with a shimmy, enlarging about three inches. Her hipbones seemed to widen as well as an afterthought, creating a flaring, perfect butterfly shape that aroused my deepest male urges. "Oh Clarice, I'm so horny; I've just got to have you baby!" My clone grunted in my own voice again. 'He' grasped Clarice and hauled her off the stage, and began to penetrate her from behind right away. The freckled, dark-haired girl moaned and squealed in delight. But my clone soon disengaged; and morphed quickly back into the form of a naked asian woman with coffee-colored skin, perky tits, and sleek legs. "Why did you break it off?" Questioned Clarice. "It's too frustrating!" Sara insisted. "It reminds me too much that the Master has rejected us!" "That's not true!" Said another voice I couldn't place. The small wooden stage melted away into a pale, freckled mass that soon coalesced into Clarissa; Clarice's identical twin. "He's just uncertain about the normal, natural increase in his manhood, but he'll come around! We just have to be sexier for him! We'll work it out; we can figure out how big our boobs need to be, and how wide our asses should be, and the best way to arouse him! He'll return, and he'll fuck us; you'll see!" The metal pole began to widen, wiggle, and fill out into the shape of an Asian-Philipino teenage beauty contestant. "And when he does, I'll get first crack at him!" Tara said. "YOU?! NO WAY!!" argued Clarissa. "He LOVES to fuck me up the ass! Even more than my sister! He'll grab me, and moan, and impale me on his mighty shaft!" "Hey wait a sec - " Clarice interrupted. "Hah! He won't be able to!" Argued Tara as she licked her lips. "He's giving every last sperm cell to ME when I give him one of my spectacular blowjobs! I have it down to an art! It'll be hours before he has anything to shoot up your ass!" It was time to put an end to this speculation. The outer barricade slid open at the touch of my handprint and I strode, sweat-pants tenting back into my lab again. The look on my face must have seemed savage, enraged to an onlooker. My need was so intense.... They all stopped conversation. Staring at me, recognizing the expression in my eyes, and realizing that there was a chance at more than just a cup of sperm in a sterile container. And then came the posturing. All of their breasts seemed to inflate almost instantly into perfect, handful D-cups; able to encompass my resting hand's grasp with ease. But Clarice (who had vowed that I would fuck her first) decided to up the ante. I saw her auroles press forward towards me, as her breasts lengthened into more of a Double-D. But Sara must have noticed, and her tits soon expanded past that point, where they must have reached six inches from her chest at their widest point - reaching an E-cup. But Clarissa, not to be outdone puffed herself up and outwards; her boobs widening more than lengthening, from the diameter of coffee-mugs, to the width of coasters, until her full, soft, jiggling mounds seemed as wide as party balloons. She pressed them into the glass with a sultry moan. Unwilling to be left out, Tara gave a series of grunts, as her breasts bloomed to outrageous porno-proportions, she and her sister Sara eyeing each other, pushing their cup-size steadily upwards in a perverse game of one-upsmanship - or upswomanship, I wasn't sure. Soon, they were both the size of twin soccerballs and still inflating. But Clarice had a clever plan. Kissing at me through the plexiglas she began rubbing the area under her own E-cups, and in moments a new pair of supernummary breasts emerged under the first; equal in size and double the sexy. She now had four to the others' two. And I could tell her nipples were engorged with milk. Clarice licked her lips lustily. I stood before the door of the enclosure; the lust-haunting snarl on my face speaking volumes. Sara seemed to be whispering what sounded like a prayer. "Pleaselethimfuckmefuckmefuckmedeeeep!" She bemoaned softly in supplication to an unseen higher power. "M-Master." Clarice began. I stared at her outrageous bosom and panted. "You must believe that we will bring you only pleasure." "We will obey you in all things!" Insisted Tara. Heh, try to get a human woman to express that sentiment! I looked them each in the eye one by one. I had rationalized it to myself. They were willing to serve me, willing to obey, and I found myself less and less afraid of having a massive bull-cock with the sex-drive of an entire Football team. I used my handprint and security code to open the enclosure. ********** I grabbed Clarice first, my mammoth manmeat eager to plunder her womanly treasures. But I also decided to turn the tables on Sara, who had boasted about her incredible ability to give blowjobs. Within the padded floor of the enclosure, I pushed Clarice and her four boobs to the ground, and she offered nothing but squeals of delight as I spread her legs and began to thrust. But Sara, I grasped up Sara and thrust my tongue into the folds of her hot pussy. Remembering to nibble and tease her hard clit as I thrust my tongue throughout the crevasse of her womanhood. At first, there was a tangy, faint, almost fishy taste; but Sara deliberately secreted some kind of sugary additive to give her Master a taste treat as I ate her out. Now it was her hand stroking my head, and her moans of delight, all the while I continued to thrust into the liquid joy of Clarice's pussy, while reaching down to tease, stroke and caress her vast bosom. I could slap one breast, and send the others careening and reverberating against each other in a move that had the slutty little shifter quivering in bliss as my Meat slammed her between the legs. My chin slick with Sara's female lubrication, I turned to the remaining members of my harem. "Masturbate for me." I ordered. Smiling wickedly, both Clarissa and Tara produced from their hands long thick, powerful-looking red dildos with my name 'Darrien' etched in raised letters on the surface. Part of their own body, but nonetheless made to resemble latex. They extended their toys to match my ten-inch length, then thrust within their own pussies. They Spread their legs to thrust forward their naked pussies towards me, already gorged with arousal, moaning as they waved their crotches at me in lurid invitation. Each dildo slammed home, as they jacked themselves to my namesake. There was a rightness, a sense of relief from thrusting into a shifter pussy, the wet warmth of Clarice's lower lips feeling like a second home to me. And I knew that she would not be disappointed that I had cum so soon, and so hard, spurting at long last into her female depths. Strange... blowing a great gout of manseed into Clarice's pussy seemed only to excite me! It was not a sensation of total relief and gratification, but rather an ecstasy that enlivened me! I felt ready to take on the world! Or more to the point, the next three pussies. Now, it was Sara's turn, and I pushed her to the same spread-leg position as my still-eager shaft struck deep into her feminine core. Clarice was squirming and gurgling like a crack-addict on the High of her life as her alien body absorbed my genetic material. I pulled her towards me, and began to suck the milk from her four tits. Rich lactate bathed my tonguewith the sweetness of vanilla ice cream, and a nutty wholesome quality unequaled through any normal food-product. From Sara's pussy, I achieved both arousal and a sense of power; I was beyond a Rock-Star, I was a god of sex to these lusty entities who would do anything to serve my libido. And soon, I too was writhing in mind-addled pleasure from the natural joy of male ejaculation. Sara was relishing the thick ropes of potent semen I had injected her with, and we both quivered in delight. Clarissa and Tara came to my side and it took barely a brush from Tara's pussy before my shaft became rock-hard again. "FUCK ME MAAASTER!!!" wailed Clarissa as she stradled my pelvis. No foreplay needed, she simply ached for my cock. The way her pussy swirled around my member, it was as if she was willing me to orgasm. She took my hands and put them upon her vast breasts with engorged nipples. "Grope my tits, Master!" Far too soon I was over the edge. My hips raised both of us from the floor as my white torrent of sperm bathed her eager womb for almost ten seconds of constant flow. Her eyes widened in delight, as if my cock was giving her pleasures beyond her belief. After that there was an expert blowjob by Tara, as Clarissa collapsed into her delirious ecstasy. Somehow, my little asian shifter concubine had found a way to encircle me with her mouth, lick my cock with three tongues, and maintain gusts of cool airflow to give added stimulation to my overworked member. Yet, even as my ropes of life-giving cum jetted down her throat, I knew instinctively it was not the end. And so my harem lay sprawled in their enclosure, twitching and moaning, eyes far-staring in delight. They would be able to grow now, my fertilization of their bodies sending them floating off into narcotic ecstasy that gave me an added sense of male potency. The effect I had on them! The adoration from these nympho-aliens! It gave me such a burst of confidence that somehow, despite it all, my penis stirred once more. Laughing, I remembered Clarice's boast from earlier. And so I crawled to her, and with a smile on my face, turned her over and began raping her ass. All the girls were still caught up in their Sperm-High, and so Clarice could offer only giggles of delight in response as I thrust between her cheeks virgorously; she was tight, yet working my way into her took less effort than I suspected. Blasting at last one final load deep into her rectum, I could finally sleep the exhausted sleep of the limp-dicked. ********** I was at home, several weeks later. Two busty redheads with copious freckles and curly hair were servicing me. One was busily filming a home video for erotic pleasures later on, with tripod and all of me being deep-throated by her twin freckled red-head. She had formed on her head a crooked, black hat that I took to be a movie director's cap. They were Clarice's progeny; Clio and Elise. Both had a habit of incessant giggling, and a deep love of anal sex. My head was cradled in the lap of one of Sara's spawn. Mara and Pharrah, both girls with coppery skin and hawk-like noses who resembled Native-American women in their resting state. I still hadn't solved the mystery of Polymimeticus genetic reassortment. These two were feeding me candied Cherries from a ceramic bowl and caressing my head as though I were some rare treasure. To them, perhaps. "You... you don't have to do that..." I reminded Mara. The shifter girl looked puzzled. "Do you not enjoy our services, Master?" "Of course I do, but you are all sentient beings of high intelligence. What you're doing feels wonderful, but you could go off and live your own lives." "Oh no," Pharrah moaned. "Our instinct compels to serve and pleasure a man. Since you are the Sire-Master for our lineage, we each crave the opportunity to serve as your personal whores." "And so we must do everything in our power to increase your pleasure." Confirmed Mara. "Erhh.. well, only if you were going to anyway..." The sounds of Clio suckling my cock were loud in the room. Pharrah fed me another cherry. "The Master is thinking about making us leave again;" Mara complained. "We must serve him better from now on!" She said harshly to her cousins. She gestured at the Red-heads. "Maybe if these two knew how to give a proper blow-job, then our Master wouldn't be disatisfied!" "Now I never said - " "We'll beat you at your own game, BITCH!!" challenged Elise, behind the camera, as Clio made a moaning sound in affirmation, unable to speak as she was with my penis in her mouth. "We'll learn all tricks in the book! The Master already prefers to fuck our asses over yours; soon he'll turn to us and OUR progeny when he wants a blow-job!" Elise sneered, green-eyes narrowing. "Please, stop arguing.... you are causing me....distress." That word was my secret weapon. I could reel in any of my wayward shifters. Their eyes widened and they stopped arguing, Elise abandoned her camera as all three began to plaster me with apologetic kisses. Clio rubbed my balls tenderly. "We're sorry Master! We'll do better!" Insisted Mara. "We'll work even harder to bring you pleasures!" promised Elise. Clio grunted something supportive with my cock in her mouth. From an ecological perspective, I was starting to understand them. Insted of fighting or foraging for food and mates as most creatures did, Polymimeticus gynotrophia sought out symbiosis with male organisms, their competition, their Darwinian struggle was determined by how much sperm they absorbed. They had to master the animal phenomenon of Mate Choice. If you depended on sperm for both survival and reproduction, then it meant for these girls, Pleasure WAS Business. I kinda wished I could give them a vacation. A honey-blond woman about twenty years old seemingly wearing pumps and a red lingerie top appeared in the doorway with a pile of folded shirts. "I heard raised voices; Is there any special service I can render to appease you, Master?" It was Aria, one of Tara's progeny. When Tara split, she had formed a pair of honey-blond, All-American-looking teenage beauties that seemed like a genetic throwback to Claire, the original ancestor of this population. These girls seemed preoccupied with domestic chores and hard work. "Uh... no I think we're fine now." I assured Aria. She nodded. "Master, my sister Tiffany and I work very hard for you, but keep in mind that at any time, we would love it if if you would just throw us to the ground and ravish our bodies." "Oh yes Master!" Chimed in Tiffany; appearing in the doorway. She was sweaty from working outdoors on the lawn. I tried to tell her that I lived in an apartment and that the lawn service was the landlord's responsibility; but she insisted on helping out anyway. "Alright; it's true that I've been worried about whether Tiffany has been getting enough sperm; so after Clio has her fill; I would like to fuck Tiffany, and Aria." The two blondes leapt with joy. As if on cue, Clio began to intensify her efforts, and I felt a surge within me; a white-hot eruption of liquid pleasure was building, and I moaned, while red-headed Clio cooed, slurping my penis with yet more vigor. My cry of pleasure was strained as the orgasm tore through me. Vast gouts of hot, live sperm jetted from my great shaft; Clio's entire mouth was filled, and she swallowed, eager for more as I continue to spurt. My volume was enormous, I suspected that my routine semen production would have been enough for a female whale! But my Shifters always wanted more. It should have concerned me more, but with added volume came added pleasure as well! Each climax was more pulse-pounding, more exciting than the last. When Clio collapsed in her sperm-euphoria, she had still not captured the totality of my male spew, but Pharrah and Elise with their long tongues ensured that none went to waste. But when she disengaged from me, her mouth slid off of a great bull-cock at least a foot long. And I was all too aware that my balls where now somewhere between a grapefruit and canteloupe in size, and so tight! Clio would be squealing in pleasure for about five minutes now. And here, we had a problem. I had worried earlier about the effects of the super-testosterone the girls had infected me with, but the torturous needs of my enlarged sex drove me back to my shifter harem. And here, there would be conflict. I noticed that as I became more and more virile, sex with me became even more pleasurable. The bigger I was, the greater their enjoyment. I knew that Clio would be writhing in a coma of pleasure for more than five minutes after absorbing a load that big from me. But if my cock kept getting bigger, it would very soon be impossible to appear in public! I had been contemplating ways to reverse the process, strategizing what I might do; but... the girls... the semen of their Sire-Master was the greatest joy of their lives! What might they do if they feared their livelihood was being taken away? Tiffany arrived, and her work-clothes melted away into the sweaty nudity of a semi-athletic girl in her early twenties with the figure and beauty of a high-priced call-girl. My cock rapidly sprang to life. Even though I had already ejaculated more today than all of last year combined; my hyper-penis was still not done by far. I was sleeping with the enemy; and I knew these creatures would do anything...anything to retain me as their stud. "Oh, I almost forgot, Master..." Elise said as she reached for the wireless phone. She began dialing one of the secret, covert extensions used to leave clandestine messages by my secret employers. She handed me the receiver. There was a single message left in a secured voicemail box. "Southwest Fajitas. Extra Hot Sauce." Proclaimed a voice scrambled with sophisticated electronics. I was flabbergasted! "Wha - that was the code signal that means.... it means that my research is to continue with a 20% increase in funding! But...but..." "Board meetings are a real snore;" complained Mara, as she popped a candied cherry into my mouth. But I was able to provide data convincing them of the value of your work, and that you were making progress." "By..by...impersonating me... AT A BOARD MEETING!! OH HELL!!! THE QUARTERLY REVIEW WAS YESTERDAY AND I...." "Have nothing to worry about. We handled it for you." Pharrah insisted. "We learn fast, observe everything, and are very adaptable." Tiffany crawled up my body, sultry, cat-like as she readied herself for our copulation. "We are your true allies, Master. Soon, you'll understand that you can use us, for anything!" This naked goddess could no doubt command thousands of dollars an hour as an elite-VIP call girl; yet here she was, professing her undying loyalty and lust to me. Scoreboard: Shifters - 2 My scientific, rational objectvivity - 0. ********** But I did not entirely abandon my work. I began thinking that the key to understanding shifters; and the key to... well, controlling them, might lie in analyzing the mutant variant of testosterone I'd found in my own blood. I had gradually smuggled my harem back to my home, of course. I was supposed to be studying ONE alien shapeshifter; if it was discovered there were more, then I might need to answer too many questions. Luckily, scientists like me working on classified projects like this enjoyed considerable autonomy if we requested it. I adjusted my sweatpants again, as the superhuman sexual prowess I was cursed with continued unabated. If anything, my urges had grown but stronger. I could discipline myself to focus on my scientific investigations still, but otherwise I was starting to lose interest in my hobbies, and many of the T.V. shows I used to enjoy. These days, I had three basic personal interests: Fucking my alien women - 1.) In the Pussy; 2.) In the Ass; 3.) In the Mouth And of late, Options 2 and 3 would vie for importance with each other. I stared over at the enclosure, feeling a fourth interest developing. The Polymimeticus woman who had named herself Clio, from Clarice's lineage these days had grown into a statuesque fitness model, the final stage of her lifecycle, like a living muscle fetish come to life to seduce me. Not to mention breast fetish. No human woman so tall and muscular could maintain breasts that could so easily contain gallon jugs of liquid. Her nipples seemed to thrust at me deliberately. Clio's determination to not only satisfy my liking for anal sex, but also to defeat Sara's lineage in their mastery of blowjobs had given her an edge in the struggle to seduce out of me my sperm, and she was the first of her generation to split. The pattern I had fallen into these days was to bring to work whichever shifter seemed closest to Fission. That way I could continue to gather more data about the still-baffling Polymimeticus reproduction. Yes, I could see it happen but...the DNA, the cellular architecture... the ions....still made no sense. And I always relished what was necessary to push them over the edge. Of course, I knew better than to go anywhere for any length of time without a Shifter with me. My sexual needs had grown so volcanic that I feared for the safety of human women in my presence. If I should be stranded somewhere...without a Shifter to handle the burden of my lusts... well, let's just say I felt it prudent to protect human women from my own urges. I entered the enclosure yet again and went straight to Clio's breasts. The mammoth feminine globes obscured my vision as I licked and fondled them. A bulging nipple spurted fiercely into my mouth a sweet variety of nutritious flavors. I suspected that I was already addicted to this 'Shifter Milk' which did indeed contain Lactose, but the Shifter seemed able to add to its composition at will. It was a devious tactic; not only did I need them to relieve my explosive sexual urges, I could also easily come to depend upon them for my basic food needs. My analysis revealed that a human could feed on this substance as a sole nutrient source and suffer no nutritional deficiency. I rationalized it as I groped the tall, over-busty amazon, her breasts so soft, yet so firm and natural feeling. I would continue to work towards a way to control the alien hormones they infected me with, so I told myself that I could neutralize a chemical dependency on this substance. I had no doubt that her milk would also increase my libido, and indeed it wasn't long before the demands of my cock surged to the forefront of my thoughts. Clio stroked my head, cooing and moaning with the joy of pleasing her man-master and the gratification of her lactation instinct. There was none of the judgmental rejection I would have experienced from a human woman taller than myself; if anything the final stage of Shifter life only sharpened their desire for me. She moaned again and her breasts seemed to plump up at least another inch; though I'd been draining her milk for over a minute - she no doubt would work hard to produce all the milk I could possibly consume. Finally, I signalled my readiness by gripping her silky-smooth ass cheeks firmly. We disengaged, and she postured herself on all fours to be mounted. I thrust into my alien lover, her pussy wet and ready - my hips thrusting, my hands gripping her pelvis. It was a fierce, animalistic style of mating that many of my girls preferred at this stage of Polymimeticus life. I reveled in the hot, silken delight of her sex, knowing that my penis would never grow too large for them. There was none of the coy giggling or squealing of my girls in their younger stage; Both our expressions were savage. My cock twitched, and Clio gave a bestial howl in anticipation of the reward to come. "LIIIIIIIFE!!" She shouted, knowing that in moments, her Cycle would be complete. A cry of strangled joy was torn from me as thick ropes of hot seed blasted from my member, eagerly absorbed by her pumping pussy. Long before the orgasm was half over, my brain was pickled in delirious ecstasy. Surge after creamy surge rocketed into her, before I collapsed in sheer delight. Her body would ripple, and stretch, her arms and breasts would double, until - Two smooth and perfect teenage girls with lustrous red hair and pearlescent skin smiled before me as I sprawled in pleasure. They had none of the freckles of their forebear. Their sculpted, aquiline faces and cheerleader-toned physiques with perfect handful-D cup boobs could have earned them million-dollar modeling contracts in Paris or New York; yet they smiled at me with a loving adoration that would have taken years to cultivate in a human. They would be content to serve as my concubines. Each of the eerily perfect girls embraced me; and the competition normal for their species had begun, each girl kissing and caressing me, trying to express absolute affection and wanton lust all at once. I opened my arms and they slid to either side of me to continue their loving ministrations. "I love you more than she does," Both girls whispered simultaneously in my ear. I only chuckled as they pressed themselves against me. "I'm Leona," chimed the Shifter embraced by my right arm. "I'm Sienna," chirped the Shifter embraced by my left arm. "I'm still horny." I proclaimed, I could literally feel my balls tightening with increased semen production, my cock not even bothering to go limp. And I loved it. But it was alright; I would be able to control the super-testosterone, and find a formula to remove my addiction to their milk; wouldn't I? ********** Time passed, but I still forced myself to go to work; but I was still concerned. I hadn't really cracked the mystery of Shifter biology; and the dying embers of my objectivity warned me against totally trusting a creature I couldn't entirely explain or understand. I was sitting at one of my supercomputers interfaced with a secured portion of the Agency's intranet. My cock was getting hard again, but rather than dump another load into the Shifter I'd brought to study today; I tapped into a secret camera network that I had installed in my apartment. I was worried, in my younger days with the Agency, that they might be spying on me at home; and since my extensive knowledge included more than just biology; I had secretely wired my house, and managed to connect the cameras through a hidden protocol to a portion of Intranet that I had secretely encoded, so far without discovery. My living room was awhirl with activity. Thirteen of my Polymimeticus girls were socializing together, and I was able to see and hear their discourse. Melissa, a strawberry-blond, blue-eyed beauty from Clarissa's lineage was perusing several Maxim magazines, Victoria's Secret Catalogs, and Playboys. When she saw one of the human supermodels, her makeup would shift colors in an instant to match, and her hair writhed and twisted to match the length and style of the women she observed. One of my aliens had turned into a copy of me again, and was laying on a cushioned pallet while a brunette with a white stripe (a genetic throwback to Cara and Clara) was pounding her/my back, a third hand was holding up an instruction manual on deep-tissue massage. "We've got to work on increasing the Master's pleasure beyond just sex! He must enjoy our presence every moment of every day! Then, he'll give himself to us." "He still goes to work; I want him here!" complained a buxom blonde with deep blue eyes. "We need to show him that we can handle all of his work!" "He still doesn't fully trust us." Said the Shifter copying my body laying on the pallet, speaking in a chirpy, female voice. That provoked a groan from a freckled red head sitting on the floor. She was from Elise's lineage, Lisann by name. She was reading a book entitled; 'PLEASE YOUR MAN IN BED'. She was angry. "Doesn't he understand yet that we would NEVER harm a man! We just want to pleasure him, serve him, and FUCK him! Forever...and ever..." Lisann began massaging her engorged pussy. "I still think the answer to convince him to fuck us more." Said Ariel, an exotic-looking pale woman with jet-black hair, and sultry, high-cheekboned features. She was of Aria's lineage, a very curious and thoughtful alien nympho-slut. "I need to work out the perfect breast size, she said to her twin, Anya. "Hmm.... the trick is to give yourself boobs big enough to create a sense of bountiful fertility..." Anya's chest filled out through the alphabet from a handful D-cup -sprouting two inches between breaths, with nipples thickening, her cleavage deepened - boobs pushing against each other as they plumped up and outwards and created a long valley between them, in seconds her cleavage was large enough to entirely conceal an index finger. "Yeah, but if you go too big; it becomes a joke!" Ariel said. She took a deep breath, and her boobs erupted outwards almost two-feet in three seconds. Soon, she had beachball-globes that she had to cradle in her arms. Anya shook her head. "The Master is a breast man, but at that point you get a little ridiculous. "I don't think they should be so big that his eyes have to wander to see them all." Anya's bosom flowed outwards until her juggs extended the entire handspan of a male human. "I don't think there's a hard and fast rule; and I only care about what will get my Master horny." Ariel rubbed her own melons, "I'll go just a little bigger than I think he'll want, and work it out from there." "It's a lot more complicated than that." Said Sienna, the elegant red-head I'd spawned two weeks ago. She was already in her call-girl, Porn-star middle stage of Shifter life. "To us, clothing means nothing; but to humans it has important cultural connotation our species doesn't always appreciate." Sienna's body formed a black vinyl cat-suit, followed by pink lingerie with push-up bra and long stockings. "But men are always craving naked women!" Insisted Anya. "Eventually;" corrected Sienna. "But clothing can be used as symbol of sex. Breast size is important, but we also have to find a balance between a man's desire for a naked woman, and the ability of clothing to send sex signals." That gave the three alien nymphos food for thought. "I think I've got it," Ariel announced. Her breasts widened, her nipples rose higher, her aureoles spread wide as a coffee mug, each total boob as large as a honey-dew melon, and her feet morphed into the appearance of ruby-red, high-heel shoes. The others nodded in approval. "These kinds of shoes are really all about sex and glamor;" The Shifter sagely realized. "And with the rest of me naked, I think it sends a powerful sexual signal! I just want him so aroused, that he can't stop himself, I want that slack-jawed reaction that men get when a woman wows them. I want him to be so overwhelmed that he just grabs me, throws me to the ground, and rapes my pussy over...and over.." Ariel groaned as she fondled her crotch. Her compatriots moaned and groped themselves in sympathetic lust. "Pin me down, and Jackhammer my cunt..." moaned Anya. "Grab me, Master..." Sienna rasped, eyes closed in yearning as she rubbed her nipples. "Force me to bear your seed; fertilize my body with your virile shaft! Ahhhhhhh!!" That was too much. Groaning with the force of my aroused libido, I slid away from the monitor of my super-computer, gripped my 13-inch cock, and lurched towards the enclosure, where I kept whichever Shifter was closest to Fission. She was taller than me, as they all were at the completion of their Cycle, she was sort of a brown-skinned Beyonce' look-alike; the type of woman eagerly recruited for rap videos; except that she was devoted to me, and my cock. And as the super-testosterone pickled my brain, I knew that I would fuck her until she spawned. She was aggresive, as many Shifters were near the end. She spread her legs, hooked her ankles around me as I entered the enclosure, and locked me in place at her pelvis as she grunted with need. "Oh please grope my tits, Master!" She insisted. My hands sank into pillowy boobs too large to encompass in my grasp, soft and full enough to submerge my fingers in buxom bounty. My cock sank into a pussy that parted to permit me access. And she - thrusting with her legs drove me forward as her hips bucked against my rutting rod. It was alright, I told myself. I would labor until I devised a medical treatment to counteract the effects of the alien super-hormone that had made me their sperm-stud. Yes. Someday, I would counter it. Except that I liked being a sperm-stud. My eyes bulged, manic laughter was torn from my throat from the ecstasy of this latest super-ejaculation when at last the time came. My white river of male potency flowed mightily into the open womb so eager to accept it. Shrieking her delight, my alien lover pressed her heels against my pelvis, forcing every last inch into her greedy sanctum. Deep, so deep I spurted. So deep was my delight. As I suspected, my sperm count had increased, and only one good fuck had been needed to give my lover what she needed. I clutched at my balls; there was a tinling - and I knew... I knew that my capacity for sex and sperm and lust would soon be greater yet! Already I could feel the heat from my next load. My cock felt like a revolver, and I had merely fired the first bullet! So much more to give! So much manhood I possessed, and soon it would be more! But something seemed a little off this Fission. The Beyonce' look-a-like bulged and stretched and proliferated - and she became two sleek, tight, young girls who seemed already drenched with sweat. They were as lean, and young, and perfect as any newborn Polymimeticus gynotrophia, yet there was a fierce hunger in their eyes, and a sweaty gleam speckling their hot, slender bodies. Their hair was jet-black, but each had a red shock near the center, for a wickedly erotic combination. Most young Shifters liked to celebrate their own birth and affirm their obsessive loving- for their Man-master, but these two - they simply tackled me. "Need you..." "Need your seed..." "Make me fertile!" were their only words as I was encircled with silk-smooth skin and sleek muscle tone. The first one gave me a perverse lick from balls all the way to cock-head, but in her delay, her sister squatted forward and impaled her hot pussy upon my rampant shaft. The first sister, with a moan, simply turned to the rest of my body. She grasped my head between her hands, and I was riveted by her vivid green eyes and hauntingly elegant face as she forced a kiss on me that sucked my lower lip in her mouth. She took my hands and ran them down from her perfect handful breasts, past diamond-hard aroused nipples, through the sweat-slicked valley of her cleavage, down to the firmness of her barely-eighteen, toned and healthy cheerleader belly and hips. And her snatch; the wet heat between her legs was so striking that it made me gasp. Then, as her sister pisoned down, and up, down and deeper amidst rivulets of lubricating girlcum, the one near my head straddled my face, and buried my mouth in her lower lips of female fertility. Her pussy had a tangy spice to it, that set my heart to racing and my blood to boiling with primal urges that men had long buried. I howled into her wet cunt as I felt the nearness of my next orgasm rapidly approaching. So it was, these twins passed me between themselves, taking turns riding my cock and performing lurid sex-acts. The orgasms began to run together. The bliss so intense that all reason and logic were banished. As my white spurts fertilize these young ones, I began to forget all else but the feel of sweaty, tight, slender Shifter women.... And they hadn't even told me their names! ********** I was wet. Warm and wet. My eyes fluttered open, surrounded by the smiling faces of a half-dozen Shifters. I was in a warm tub, my bathtub, back in my apartment. "Mmhh...." "You are incredible!" Declared Leanna. "A god of virility!" "Certainly our god!" agreed Anya. I noticed the grinning face of one of the new twins that had ravished me in the enclosure. "What the - how did you... did you somehow smuggle me home? From the lab?" The black-and-red-head nodded. "I hate to break it to you Master, but you're working with some not-nice guys. If you look like you know where you're going, you can dispose of dead-bodies with no questions asked. All it took was a blanket and a rolling bed." "Tell me something I don't know - like your name, for starters." "Oh yes, I'm Janet. My sister is Jane. You're just so sexy that we couldn't help ourselves." But she did help herself - to an incredible amount of my sperm. The black-and-red Shifter girl seemed taller than when I'd seen her in the enclosure; her breasts were a melon-sized F-cup, and I could tell from her nipples that her milk had come in - which usually doesn't happen until the middle, porn-star phase of Shifter life. But she'd already gotten enough from me! Back when my potency had been within human limits, it would have taken almost ten days of constant sex for a Shifter to grow that much! But now....with this cock.... how far would this madness go? "How long?" I asked. "About two days Master, you had us worried!" I had passed out for two days from my sexual exertions! "Might be trouble if I go that long without signing in for work..." I mused. "No, silly! You DID sign in for work at the lab." Insisted Trina, a blond with one blue eye and one green, from Tiffany's lineage. "Or rather, I did." "Yes, but the research I'm supposed to be doing....." "Yes Master, Me and my forebears have watched you for generations! I can run any of your machines, and we figured out your supercomputers awhile ago. We just run the same tests you did on ourselves, and bring you the results!" Trina explained. I had already suspected the depth of their intelligence. "What's with the bath, then?" The girls plunged their hands underwater, where their skin took on a rough, bubbly texture. The water turned soapy as one of them secreted some kind of detergent. "SPONGE BATH!!" chirped Leanna. "Wh- I'm...I'm not an invalid!" "Of course not; you're a sexy god of virility that we love and crave!" Janet said. "And as our Master, we must work everyday on new ideas to increase your pleasure!" Trina explained, then began to gingerly wash my groin. sponge-hands caressed my skin with teasing softness as the warm heat brought me utter relaxation. My penis emerged again, and from the distance my soon-to-be erect shaft was extending, I suspected that I would be...maybe fifteen inches when I reached my full strength! Their hands...the water... so soothing, so blissful. Something began to change in me then, I began to want more. Each new orgasm was better than the one before it; I came to feel a sense of pride at my overwhelming manhood, and a hunger. I wanted it all, I needed more. More women, more sex, more maleness. I groaned with desire. Rationally, I knew that the super-testosterone was warping my thoughts, but I didn't care. It didn't seem to matter if I was ever normal again. No pleasure or achievement of normal human life compared with the delights of a Shifter harem. I only wanted it to continue, to increase. In that moment, I surrendered. Grasping Janet by the hips, I dragged her with me into sponge-bath, with her eager cooperation. As I began to impale her upon my still-hardening shaft of manly power, I could feel a splash from her pussy; she had already had her first climax even before I was fully inside her! The young porn-star threw her head back and gurgled with delight; her plump nipples reflexively releasing white fountains of Shifter-milk that hit my tongue with relish. I knew it would make me hornier, manlier, virile... But there was a problem....In between spurting orgasms, we began to strategize.... ********** Three weeks later... The lab belonged to the Shifters. "A Toast!" Serena declared, the platinum-blonde, porn-worthy beauty held up a glass of expensive champagne that she and several of her sisters had smuggled into the lab. With their abilities, perfect memories, and adaptable intelligence, they made a mockery of the paranoid security of the invisible agency. "And what are we toasting to this time?" Asked Anaya, an unusually busty Asian-girl from Anya's lineage. Serena gave a giggle, a mannerism she'd inherited from her progenitor, Clio, by way of her parent, Sienna. "Well, other than the Master, and his total acceptance of us; I can tell you all that we've made enormous progress! The work I've been doing in the laboratory is more than just a ruse to trick the Review Board!" "You've found something actually useful to us?" wondered Maria, a coppery-haired hispanic-looking girl with a huge ass from Melissa's lineage. Serena nodded. "The Master's last project was an attempt to analyze our natural hormones, unlike anything else in nature. He was actually very close to a breakthrough. Before he trusted us to serve and pleasure him, he wanted a way to remove the hormone that made him as virile as he is now." The Shifters frowned. "But; by learning his research, and linking up a few of his supercomputers; I've done something far, far better." The lusciously-beautiful blond giggled again. "Instead of neutralizing the hormone...*HEHE*.... I've found a new stereochemistry that will make the effect stronger! And already done it on myself!" Her bikini melted away, and she stood gloriously naked with her toned physique, porn-star F-cup boobs, and naked groin. "A man only needs to enter my pussy once; and in twelve hours his libido will double! He'll gain length and girth 30% faster than he would otherwise! Once his penis is inside me, he's mine! The Master, or ANY other man will go crazy with the need to fuck the hell out me! And the improvement will be transmitted to all my progeny!! "And..." she beckoned towards one of the server-banks for the lab's supercomputers, and from behind them stepped a pair of smooth, young, elegant brunettes with dimpled smiles and jutting hips. "Breathe deeply sisters; these young ones from Mara's lineage are producing an airborne pheromone with a direct, and irresistable effect on the human nervous system! You leave these girls in a room with any man, whether horny high-schooler or impotent, celibate priest, and it'll be just a matter of time. And of course; the change s will pass to their progeny! Maria cooed and clapped her hands together. "This place was set up to control and restrain our abilities; and you've turned the tables!" "We will spread, and breed, and men will fuck us, and we will fill the world with our progeny!" Serena moaned with pleasure at the thought. "Far from controlling us; this Invisible Agency has unleashed us!" Declared Anaya. ********** The explosion was covered up well by The Agency. There was only a minor story in the local news about a gas leak. The wreakage of the apartment revealed the skeltal remains of an unidentified male, but intact DNA was found elsewhere to suggest that it was indeed the body of Dr. Darrien Cecil, retired professor and Level 12 Employee. Suspicions had been aroused from numerous sightings of unidentified women on the property of the scientist; Security Section ran extensive background checks; but none of the estimated twenty-seven women had any identities in any Global database. Such an alarming anomaly prompted a detailed investigation with orders to terminate with extreme prejudice any threat to the security of the Agency, but the doctor was presumed dead, and the movements of the twenty-seven mystery women could not be tracked by any resources available. Within Dr. Cecil's lab; there was found a mass of unidentified, inert protoplasm, while the doctor's records state that the alien perished days after testing began, and his finding were based on manipulations of the remains. It was presumed that the doctor had violated containment and brought a hazardous specimen to his home, where the explosion occured; other theories suggest that the mystery women were part of a espionage cartel that assassinated the doctor. The full truth behind Classified Alien Intelligence Research Experiment-269 may never be understood. ********** The past seemed, but a dream. The tropical island was private, warm, and almost as gorgeous as my girls. I didn't know - didn't need to know how they had raised the money to move me and the entire harem to this location. My bungalo was equipped with a Jacuzzi, high-speed internet, and satellite cable. But it was the girls that interested me. My life, as I lounged in the bubbling water was dictated by two schedules; Cuddle time and Fuck time. Of my now forty-two alien concubines, at least eight were always with me whether we were in bed, or some hot tub. The ravishing lovelies showered me with affection, constantly kissing, caressing, and thrusting boobs in my face to suckle. I onl y ate solid food if I saw or craved some unusual, expensive dish - which would be served to me in less than two hours. The rest of the time I fed on the gushing milk from dozens of glorious tits shoved in my face. It conveyed great status on the girl whose breasts I drank the most from. Soon, Tessa - a blonde bombshell from Tiffany's lineage would clap her hands, and announce the next rotation. Tessa was a born organizer - it was up to her to keep all the Shifters content by organizing who got to fuck me when and for how long. Her system also allowed for vetoes by me, at my discretion. But it was rare, because I fiercely craved sex with all my women. At Tessa's clap, eight nubile nymphomaniacs would leave the pool sadly, water sluicing off the tight curves of their splendid, womanly figures, and eight more would file in - to lavish me with devoted affection, and beg me to grope their tits, suckle their milk - and move up their place on the Fucklist. As my next circle of lovers began to embrace me, a busty, green-eyed red head slowly slid her way off my cock. When her gaping pussy was finally free, two feet of surging manmeat bounced free. My balls were as large as a motorcycle helmet, and tight as rubber from the incredible feats of spermatogenesis I was capable of. This luxurious decadence had not made me fat; for so much energy was going into sperm production that I was as lean and wiry as ever. Hmm... Lisa was late for her fucking; I could see the gorgeous girl running towards the house at a breakneck pace; but her lateness meant that my Cuddlers got a chance at my sperm. Lavishing and tit-fucking my monstrous member, the Shifter women cooed in delight.... hurry Lisa! They plastered me with long tongues and promises of eternal devotion. I bucked my hips, roared as I spurted sheets of life-giving seed over my admirers amidst their shouts of joy! Lisa seemed crestfallen, but she needn't worry; There was so much more where that came from, still hard, still horny my cock stood ready to receive its next cunt. I was conquered. It was true. I had been conquered and suborned by an alien lifeform. I thought back, months ago - to the lab - and one of my first experiments, an innoculation of a single alien cell to a fungal culture. And I saw how the fungus had surrendered its ecological niche to the alien mimic - as had I; gratefully. I was assigned to determine if the alien was a threat to National Security... "Yes, indeed a threat..." But not a physical one; a demographic one. How many young,horny, single men would work to appease young women if they could find a willing, insistent Shifter? "No Master, you know we'd never harm a man..." bemoaned a luscious, platinum blonde nibbling on my ear. And that was part of the problem - would any man ever wish to rise up against these creatures? Not I. I dared not sacrifice what I had. I would spend my days feeding a superior species, knowing that the threat to man grows greater with each ejaculation. Oh look; one of my Cuddlers got just barely enough sperm from my big spew, she was rippling....she was bulging.... she was splitting! Make that forty three concubines. "I'm Nicole!" said a freckled teenager with wavy blond hair. "I'm Nicoletta!" Said her twin. And I laughed.