"Three" women talk about your cum

In one of most surreal conversations in your lifetime, you glanced at the living room where your mother, your coworker, and now your increasingly feminized father were seated and talking about, of all things, your sperm and the various means of ingesting it. The conversation took too many turns, from happy and cheerful to traumatic and tears to even a shouting and vitrol-filled moment or three, for a man like you to keep up or even bother dealing with.

Mostly, though, the conversation was centered around your father and your mother who were taking turns trying not to kill the other while also trying to restrain the urge to be BFFs. Did the estrogen in your father's body impact the changes that were occurring to him naturally and the cum flowing into his body just enhanced their effects? What did the 4B designation symbolize? There were just too many unknowns for any of this to make much sense, despite the fact that you were now, almost certain, that you had more people who needed your body than when you started.

"Penny for your thoughts, boss?"

You looked up at Samantha as she came into your office and with your eyes looking between her and the door, she picked up your hesitation. "Don't worry, your parents are still alive. I figured that once the conversation started to talk more about why he left and what he thought he was doing, it wasn't proper for me to stay there."

"Story of my life, really, finding out when it was proper for me to be around and not be." You sighed and turned back to the screen for a moment. "Don't let it get to you, about them, they were always like that."

Samantha stayed quiet for a few moments before you looked up and pointed at the screen. "This is my mom's before pictures, before we got the diagnosis that she was a Level 4A, taken about 6 years ago." You tapped a button. "And this, right here, is her recent shot now, from the cameras downstairs. You notice the difference?"

She peered at them. "You can tell they are basically the same person but here," she tapped the screen and brought up computer measurement tools and data analysis systems up. "Her height, facial measurements, even the obvious breast size...they're all altered. Fundamentally, not the same person."

You nodded and leaned back. "6 years ago, when this happened, we didn't know what the various levels were. You were either infected, and addicted, or not. If you were, there was a simple push to have you hooked up with a viable badge donor and that was that. Mom couldn't get it from any other source and I had been tested and cleared at Harvard so she started ingesting my sperm 4.5 years ago." You motioned for her to read through the file on the screen. "We noticed the changes happening almost immediately though, there was just too many things happening for me not to notice. And, thus, the level system was created."

Samantha paused as she reached the genetic marker screen. "B-Boss...?"

"Genetically, biologically, she's no longer my mother. Yes, I got that."

She shook her head and tapped the screen again. "Not that. This, right here..."

You looked at the screen again. "What am I looking at?"

"Her marker level, it's through the roof. She's not a Level 4A, she's a level 4B. She's been a 4B since the beginning. There's something IN your sperm that made her a 4B."