At the apartment

There's a heavy feeling on my chest as I drift back to consciousness. As I pay more attention, I figure out that someone is laying on top of me. I'm clothed, but when my hand rubs their back I notice that they aren't. After opening my eyes, I see a familiar yet strange face. The person staring into my eyes is a Goth, but she doesn't look like an Alpha nor a Beta. She's different from them, like the next model in the line. Is the Goth Gamma the result of Cass and the Goth Alpha drinking my cum at the same time? Or did I have sex with a Beta and I just can't remember it?

I can't really answer those questions with her on top of me, but at the first shift of my body she looks up and launches her lips into mine for a kiss. It's rather charming for that to be her instinctive response. My hands make a surprisingly short travel before they reach her ass, and I only need to apply a hint of pressure to communicate that I want her to stop. Thankfully, the sensual manner in which I asked also gets across that I'm only doing so because I want to get a better look at her. She dutifully pulls back and straightens up while kneeling on the end of my bed.

Just like Beta looks like how Cass could if she wanted to go up a notch in terms of her aesthetic, Gamma is to go one step beyond. The electric blue streak now covers the entire left side of her hair, the pattern on her lips is now black-blue-black-blue-black, and the tattoos now cover the majority of her body. Skulls, bones, bats and tombstones are present nearly everywhere, the pattern being broken up by a different one of webs and spiders more often than it is by untouched skin. Most of it is pure line art, except for the spiders, and I have to wonder if an hypothetical Goth Delta would have it filled in.

Something that surprises me is that while most of her legs have the first kind of tapestry to them, the crotch and inner thigh area has been re-inked to belong to the domain of the webs. I can only assume that this comes as a correction made for consistency. Webs spread from the wrist down to her armpits, crossing into the front of her body under her breasts and finishing at the already mentioned area around her pussy. I ask her to turn around, and I see that her butt is the only area left blank (outside hands and feet) under the neck.

Speaking off, her ass is really fucking fat. Cassandra has by no means a slim build, and Beta was already curvier than her, but I could genuinely bury my face against Gamma's rear and start asphyxiating. It is that massive, and her boobs are even bigger than that. I don't know at what point these things get so big they stop being attractive, but I'm guessing that if such a limit exists then it has to be one or two steps after this.

The door of my bedroom is opened, but my view stays fixated on Gamma's body. "I found her Mistress Black! She is with Master Hunt, who has woken up!" The honorifics I heard were more than enough to earn my attention. Once I look at the Goth, I lean towards the theory I had been fucked by a Beta. Because the lady at the door frame was identical to the one in my bed, another Gamma.

As the dots start lining up in my mind, I stand up and ran down the hall to the living room. Once there, it becomes clear that I had been used as a stud. There are so many clones going around that Cass was able to make herself a human throne out of them. "You woke up?" She asks me as she stands up, the mix of relief over me being alive and worry about the way I was going to react to her dealings clear on her face.

I ignore her for the moment, trying to figure out how many clones she had gotten out of me while I was out. The throne was made from two Alphas, two Betas and a Gamma. This was in addition to the two other Gammas I had seen before. And the two more Alphas that I could see on the kitchen, one of whom was waving at me. I waved back, and assumed that she was the original clone from who this had all started. "Nine clones, huh?" I ask, putting my hands on my hips.

"There are six more of them inside my room." Cass admits, nervously playing with her hair. There's a shiny substance on her hands, and from the direction the Betas used on the throne were looking at, it became rather obvious that it was lube.

"Look. I'm not mad. I'm just- well, confused..."