At the beach

Content warning: Watersports, scat, and a very dark scene at the end.

Acknowledgement: Part of this chapter is an homage to the classic giantess story "Beach Blanket Giantesses" by Shannon Sargent.

"And that's that," you said while Tina bounced her ass on your cock, your tentacles fucking her nipples.

"What's what?" she asked. Isabel was busy on a street corner in the adult layer being a free-use toy for everyone; you'd shifted down to the general layer in your apartment to have privacy with just the two of you, so that you didn't have to block it from people dropping in while in the adult layer.

"The end of the stress test," you explained. "Had to make sure everything was stable and could handle the processing load now that the entire simulation is self-generating. So I've restricted transformations back down to what they had been before."

"Any particular reason to choose this moment?"

"Stella just asked for a nest of tentacle-cocks so she could fuck all of Inez, Nora and Callum's holes at once. I knew she'd do it sooner or later but didn't want to **** it."

Just then a message came in from Joan. "Hey Katey, I want back boobs but it's not going through."

You checked what was already a growing list of transformation requests, most people not questioning why changes that had gone through automatically just a few minutes ago were suddenly delayed. Sure enough, there was Joan's. She was one of the few people who was aware of your control of the sim, so she knew something had happened.

"I just turned that off, didn't have a need for it any more. So tell me, why should I prioritise your request over all the others I've got in the backlog?" You randomly chose one and gave a guy somewhere a second pair of arms so he could both jack his cock and finger the pussy he'd kept from his parental change. While you were at it, you also gave him Inez-sized breasts and made him simply accept them, even though he hadn't cared for having boobs when he'd tried the one transformation everyone still got.

"Because I'm your daughter and you love me?" Joan sent back, also sending a selfie video in which she coquettishly fluttered her eyelids. "And because I think my fans want something new."

"Ah yes, your fans. I've been thinking about that."

"Thinking about what? You're the one who rewrote the sim's beauty standards so that people would have to see me as being every bit as attractive as Inez," Joan pointed out.

"True, but I could take that away at any time. Inez's beauty is the natural equilibrium for the simulation, even if I mess with it from time to time. I've just let your exception go on for a while now."

"Are you threatening me?"

"Less threatening and more like reminding you who's in control in this situation. I do love you, Joan, but that only goes so far, especially when that love isn't fully reciprocated."

"What do you mean, not fully reciprocated?"

"We'll talk later," you said, cutting the connection and setting the sim so that Joan wouldn't be able to contact you again until you were ready, a privacy feature available to everyone.

"Got plans in the meantime?" Tina asked.

"Mmm, a few."

"Not gonna keep fucking me?"

"Well, if you're that horny," you said, shifting back up to the adult layer with Tina. One thought sent her to the same street corner as Isabel, but your next thought froze the simulation in its tracks so that you could have some fun of your own with a paused world.

--

You'd long since gotten used to walking through unmoving crowds. Since you were in the adult layer of the sim, of course, people were mostly or fully nude, many engaged in public sex acts. As usual in the situation, you took full advantage of it.

You generally did the same thing each time, though. Separate everyone fucking. Make sure everyone present had huge boobs and a ready cunt. Copy yourself a bunch of times, then fuck every hole you could find, and impregnate anyone who wasn't already pregnant, though you avoided fucking the pussy of anyone who was, to avoid possible glitches with mixed genecode. You were reasonably sure you'd gotten rid of all of that, but you felt no particular need to test it. Time enough to impregnate them later, after all, especially since you'd long since removed anyone's desire to terminate their existence in the simulation, even if the functionality technically still existed.

Since you were the one making the changes, nobody would question why they suddenly had massive tits and a twat despite possibly not having ever even thought to request them. You had, after all, turned reality entirely into your own playground; you weren't about to let what anyone else might think get in the way of indulging yourself and your own kinks, and what you wanted to see was a lot of huge boobs you could grope and hot holes you could fuck.

Once you were done knocking up everyone with at least quintuplets, you moved on to the next crowded area along the way, incidentally taking care of anyone you passed in sparser parts, and repeated until you reached your actual destination.

Today, you'd decided to go to a beach.

Beaches in the general layer were rather modest affairs, for obvious reasons, but in the adult layer they were every bit as much a haven of debauchery as anywhere else. People who went there often did so as an excuse to put on clothing, since the social expectation was still that people would wear swim outfits, but in this case those outfits were generally understood to be removable as soon as people were enticed to fuck. But it was still the case that the hint of what was under the clothes, even if those clothes were a skimpy bikini or tight trunks, was more tantalising than actually seeing it to start off with.

That wasn't to say that beaches were identical to what they had been on Earth. Sand merely provided a different surface, not something that got into every crack and crevice, so towels were only used to mark space and not to protect the body. The weather was always pleasantly warm, with a light breeze, and the tide was always predictable, the water always clean. With breathing no longer necessary, it was a common occurrence for swimmers to accidentally bump into an underwater orgy, and more often than not be happily dragged into it.

Giving yourself a comparatively modest bikini top, one that covered the entirety of your areolae, and trunks designed to hide the full extent of your cock's size, you unpaused the sim just as you walked onto the beach, though not before setting up a few things for what you wanted to do by making sure everyone there, except for one woman, had massive breasts, a ready slit, and a huge dick. You also made sure nobody would enter or leave until you were done.

Creating a towel in your hand, you promptly walked over to the one person you hadn't changed.

"Mind if I lay down next to you?" you asked the woman lying on her stomach.

"Oh!" she said, craning her head up. "Sure," she added, after taking a jealous look up and down your body.

You spread out your towel and laid down, the simulated gravity having no effect on the perkiness of your rack. "I'm Katey," you introduced yourself.

"Sadie," the other woman said, turning her head to the side to look at you in profile.

"Anything in particular bring you here?" you asked.

"Well," Sadie said, not questioning how willing she was to open up to you, "I was hoping to find someone to fuck me once I got a new body and could peel off my swimsuit to entice them, but I only just put in the request and was informed that I'd have to wait for fuck knows how long."

"Why didn't you put it in earlier?" you asked.

"I wasn't sure I wanted to go through with it. I may not like my body all that much, but it is mine, after all," she said.

"Why don't you like it? Mind showing me?" You gave her a mental nudge to roll over, which she promptly did, so that she was displaying her assets that were modest even by the standards of pre-upload humanity, never mind what the sim had become.

"It's not that I dislike it so much, it's just that I never really had an opportunity to change it," Sadie explained. "My parents were a middle-aged lesbian uploader couple, they had me about a quarter-century ago, tribadism pregnancy, and since they didn't change their bodies much at all this is the biggest I could go."

"And you want to be bigger?"

"Yeah." Sadie looked around at all the boobflesh and cocks you'd created to be on display.

"How big did you ask for?" You could just look it up, of course, but you wanted to hear it from her.

"As big as the sim would let me." You nodded; while you'd loosened it a bit you still kept hard caps on how big people could be rendered. You weren't averse to giant people, you just didn't want to deal with them walking around and having to make buildings jump out of the way as they did to avoid getting knocked over, or always creating space for them to step so as not to crush anyone else.

Nonetheless, you said, "Honestly, I find these big enough for me. Yeah, they're not Inez-sized, and my cock's about average these days, but it works for me. Been this way since the upload and haven't had a reason to change it." You wiggled your tentacles and let your dick grow fully erect, stretching your trunks.

"Hey, no shame, if it works for you it works for you," Sadie said. "Just, I want bigger."

"Nothing wrong with that either, just offering an alternative perspective. I figure anything bigger would just get in the way."

Sadie nodded. "Maybe I want them to get in the way." You both chuckled at that.

Seeing the opportunity you'd been waiting for, you surreptitiously untied your and Sadie's bikini tops and made the woman walking past with a tray of drinks stumble, spilling them all over both of you.

Sadie shot bolt upright at the sudden cold sensation, and you made sure that everyone would think your mimicry was absolutely natural. Both of your bikini tops fell off, of course, as you'd intended.

While the woman couldn't outright body-shame Sadie, since she'd turned on a protection against that sort of thing because of her insecurities, the way she looked between the two of you and visibly got as close to a mocking laugh as she could given the restrictions was enough for Sadie to pick up on what she was thinking.

"Fuck you, watch where you're going next time," she said.

"Sorry, sorry. Just stumbled a bit..." Her face contorted back into that near-laugh.

"Ugh," Sadie said, looking as the woman walked off to meet up with her friends, apologise for spilling the drinks, and do as much as she could to direct their attention toward Sadie, who grimaced further at the sight of a group of busty, big-assed, huge-cocked men and women all obviously ready to laugh at her and worse if she disabled her anti-body-shaming protection.

"Ugh," she repeated, pulling up her bikini top, grimacing further when she realised it was also damp and, while not exactly uncomfortable, not as pleasant to have against her nipples as she'd like. Beaches were one of the places where you'd disabled the ability for people to clean themselves with a thought. "I'm going to hit the showers and go home."

"Hey, hey," you said placatingly. "Don't let some fuckwits ruin your day, you don't want to go home in a bad mood. How about we take a walk into the water to clean off and clear our heads after that?" You put your own damp, sticky bikini top back on in solidarity with the other woman.

Sadie sighed. "You're probably right. I'll just stew over this if I let them drive me away." She picked herself up and banished the towel, shifting her bikini top into a slightly more comfortable position.

You did the same. "Let's go, then." The two of you walked calmly into the simulated water.

When you were both submerged up to your necks, you triggered a change. "Hey, Katey," Sadie said, sounding a bit frightened, "I think something's happening." Her hands roamed over her body below the waterline. "I think my tits are bigger and, uh, it feels like I've got a cock and balls growing above my pussy."

"Hunh. Maybe this is when your transformation went through?" you suggested.

"Could be, but when I submitted the request it said ten years minimum."

"There's always a bit of randomness," you pointed out. "They don't release the details but I've heard there's a lottery every now and then to grant a requested change."

"Maybe," Sadie agreed. After a few more steps her assets were bigger than yours, with a body pretty similar to what Stella had just before requesting her tentacle cocks. "Still, this isn't as big as I requested."

"Maybe the rest will come later if you don't ask for a reversal," you suggested. In truth, of course, you were orchestrating the entire event.

As the two of you went deeper, Sadie noticed that the waterline, which had come nearly to your chins, had instead dropped low enough to uncover the top of her bust, despite the ocean floor only getting deeper. "Uh, Katey, I didn't ask for this, I think we're growing."

You looked down at your own uncovered rack, now fully clear of the water after a little more walking. "Maybe a glitch? You did say you wanted to be big, really big, though, so how about we keep walking, see how far that gets us? If it is a glitch they'll probably fix it soon so let's take advantage of it while we can."

Sadie nodded, obviously afraid at being caught in a supposed "glitch" but also excited. "Sounds good to me," she said, and broke into a run. You easily kept up with her, and after only another minute or so the water wasn't even covering your toenails.

Sadie stopped, turned around, and realised just how big the two of you were. Her bikini had long since torn off with the growth, as had your clothes. "I'm... I'm huge," she said.

"We are," you agreed.

"Do you think we'll stay this big if we go back? I... I think I'd rather stay here and be gigantic than go back and be small again."

"Only one way to find out, right? We'll take one step back, if we shrink we can stay there, if not..." You shrugged your titanic shoulders, the movement causing your breasts to clap together and send out a boom.

Sadie grinned. "If not, well, this is the adult layer, and everyone here's got some protections automatically disabled, right?"

"I think you're thinking what I'm thinking."

The two of you held hands and took one tiny step back. To Sadie's visible relief, she got no smaller, and eagerly picked up the pace back to shore, which you reached in only a few strides. The other beachgoers were so tiny they could fit in the crevices of your toeprints.

"Clear a space!" you boomed out. Nobody really knew what to do at the sight of two titanic women coming ashore other than obey you for fear of being crushed. Not that they would actually be harmed, but the situation was unprecedented since this sort of **** size difference simply hadn't been part of the simulation's programming.

With alacrity the beachgoers all moved themselves to one corner of the beach, the rest of the space needed so that you and Sadie could sit yourselves down cross-legged on the sand. Your throbbing cocks towered from your crotches, looking eager to let loose jets of cum all over the crowd.

You gave Sadie a light mental nudge. "All right!" she said, her voice every bit as loud as yours despite being at her normal speaking volume, simply due to her sheer size. It was only the sim's protection against injury that kept everyone's virtual eardrums from blowing out. "Where's the bitch who splashed soda on me and my friend a little while ago?" When nobody stepped forward, she added, "If she doesn't step forward within the next thirty seconds..." Sadie trailed off but lifted one of her feet to tap it on the sand, which to all the tiny people below felt like a minor quake, something with which those born in the sim had no experience but which sent shivers through the uploaders present.

The crowd located the woman and shoved her forward with alacrity.

"And her friends!" you added in that same resonant shout.

They, too, were pushed to the front.

You rearranged Sadie's thought processes to bring her kinks more in line with your own, so you knew what she was going to do next. "You enjoyed that, didn't you, seeing tiny old me suddenly baring her tits to the world? You wanted to make fun of me for it?" Sadie cupped her boobs and wiggled her cock, easily the largest, proportional to her size, of anyone on the beach. "Well, look at me now. I would thank you for it but it was Katey here who convinced me to take a swim instead of hitting the showers, and that's why I'm huge now and you're teeny-tiny. So instead I'll just have to punish you."

While Sadie had been speaking you had used your massive hands as excavators, quickly digging a pit that couldn't even fit your foot, but the sheer sides of which would be impossible for the group to climb. The sand itself you piled in a huge hill, the top of which you flattened with a few pats. "Make sure your anti-sex protections are thoroughly turned off," you demanded. Ordinarily the sim would prevent that sort of **** from taking place at all, but you'd made people not notice that not only could you make the demand, but that in doing so you'd **** them to turn off. The only one you'd left on was the anti-pregnancy one, since for what you were planning you wanted to do that yourself. You'd made sure to choose a beach where nobody present was already pregnant.

Sadie gestured toward the hole you'd dug. "All right, assholes, into the pit. When they hesitated, as you'd made them do, Sadie unceremoniously burrowed her hand into the sand beneath them and lifted them up that way before dumping them in. It was only the simulated nature of reality that prevented them from being injured upon hitting the bottom.

"So what do you want to do with them, Sadie?" you asked.

"Hmm," she said. "Well, now that I've got these huge, gigantic milkers, how about filling the hole with titmilk and flood them out?"

"I dunno," you replied, keeping the audience spellbound in fear. "Seems too... comfortable for them. That soda was cold and sticky, after all."

"You're right." Sadie's new kinks surfaced. "How about we piss them out instead?"

You grinned. "Why piss them all the way out? Let's fill it just enough so that they can't quite escape and **** them to swim around in it."

"Ooh, that's an even better idea, Katey," Sadie said, unfolding her body to stand up. "On three?" she said as you copied her, both of you angling your cocks and cunts at the hole so that you'd hit it with four streams of virtual urine. "One... two..."

It didn't take long for the sheer volume of gross liquid shooting down from the two of you to get the group that had wanted to mock Sadie panicking, as none of them had a kink for this sort of thing, especially not since you'd aimed your streams so that all of them would end up with a mouthful at least once.

"Let that be a lesson to the rest of you," Sadie said. "If someone has her anti-shaming protections turned on, don't try to do it anyway, because you never know what might happen next!" You waved a finger just above the surface of the impromptu pool, creating massive waves that still didn't quite serve to flush out the hapless swimmers.

Every so often the sand would absorb enough of the liquid that they came close to being able to stand at the bottom of the pit without needing to be fully submerged, at which point either you or Sadie would aim a stream of piss from your dick to refill the pool, creating whirlpools and eddies that pulled them under.

"And they thought I was pathetic for being so small before, look at them now!" Sadie went on. "Anyone else have any ideas about calling me small?" She pulled her phone out from the space where people could carry such things when they didn't have a ready place to put them, such as at a beach, and played back the incident, as anyone could do with any of their memories. The entire crowd got to watch as Sadie's modest figure was abruptly revealed for everyone to see.

A few people did start to giggle and were promptly shoved forward by the rest and pushed into the pool without either of you having to say a thing.

After a little longer of laughing, taunting and refilling the urine pit, you let it drain fully, leaving the fifteen people down there shivering, smelly and sticky. "How do you think we should get them out of there?" you asked.

"I was thinking we'd just piss them out," Sadie said.

"They look like they've gotten used to that, though. Not much point in a punishment when the person is inured to it."

"So what do you suggest, then?"

"What's more disgusting than piss?" you pointed out.

"That would just bury them, though," Sadie said.

"No, shit is soft enough to move through but firm enough to climb, at least if you set the consistency right," you said. You stood up, turned around, and squatted over the pit. "Come on," you said when Sadie hesitated slightly. You had given her a scat kink, but not one for being seen dumping ass in public.

"Well, OK, if you're going to do it with me," she said. You stood up, gave her an encouraging smile, and held out a hand, but she got up on her own. Touching butts above the hole, the two of you squeezed slightly and filled the pit with fetid brown waste, the smell wafting outward, the onlookers recoiling at the vile stench.

It didn't take especially long for the people at the bottom to climb out, but you stopped them as they started trying to brush off the clumps of crap that had stuck to them.

"None of that, now," you said. "This is all part of your punishment for splashing us. Up on the hill." You gestured to the pile of sand that you'd created. They obeyed with alacrity.

Sadie grinned. "Bend over and present your holes, no covering up," she said. "And the rest of you, anyone still wearing anything, take it off!" You'd given everyone but those who'd been in the pit strong toilet kinks after the group had climbed out, so they were no longer repulsed by the malodorous air but aroused by it.

"Now, get up here, the rest of you." You'd made the space large enough for everyone on the beach to fit, even if it was a bit cramped, with a space around the people being punished. "Form groups of fifteen!" you ordered. Once they'd done so, you said, "First group, step forward!"

Once they'd done that, Sadie, picking up on what you intended, and shuffling around so that she was on the other side of what was from your perspective a minor bump in the sand, demanded, "Now fuck each hole, cum in each, then rotate! I want these sluts stuffed full of cum every which way by all of you!"

It was repetitive, true, but the simulation had protections against people ceasing to be enamoured with sexual activity of any sort. Entertainment was already highly pornographic, to the point where what would have been considered obscene pornography pre-upload was not that much more graphic than what could be found in mainstream films for adult audiences, and theatres regularly had marathon showings of just the copious sex scenes from recent films which always brought in packed houses who would masturbate and fuck the entire time, emulating as best they could what was on the screen.

Group after group stepped forward, each eagerly screwing the fifteen jerks who'd wanted to make fun of Sadie every which way. You did make sure to set things so that afterward, even they would remember this as an overall pleasant experience; this was intended to be fun for Sadie, not an actual punishment for them, since you'd instigated the entire chain of events by forcing someone to stumble when the simulation ordinarily automatically corrected such things to prevent them happening at all.

Once that was done, which took a few hours, you said, "Now get to the showers, all of you. You reek. And go home, this beach is closed now." In theory nobody had any authority to do that, but nobody was about to question a woman your size, especially not when you also used your full control of the simulation to make it actually private.

"Did you enjoy that?" you asked Sadie.

"Yeah. Not the splashed-with-pop part so much, but the rest, yeah."

"I bet you want to keep the body."

"I mean, it was a glitch, so why shouldn't I?"

"I, well, I submitted a report while that was all happening," you lied. "The techs say it'll be fixed in about half an hour, but to make it up to you they'll let you keep the curves and put you at maximum permitted height."

"Oh." Sadie looked crestfallen. "I guess it makes sense; walking through a city at this size would be awkward for the computers to handle."

"Yeah," you agreed. "But, I worked on the sim pre-upload, I've still got a few strings I can pull. What do you know about the subsims?"

"I've heard of them, we learned a bit about them in school. Don't you need a special invite to get into one these days, though?"

"Like I said, I can pull a string or two. There should be one that would cater quite well to someone who wants to be a giantess and lord her size over a hapless population of tinies." In truth, there wasn't, but you created one and shoved the consciousnesses of various high-ranking T'nin government and military officials into the population, figuring that being dominated, crushed and eaten by a giantess, repeatedly, for the rest of time, was a decent punishment for trying to blow up your space station.

"How long would it take to get me there?" Sadie said, a bit of excitement entering her voice.

"Do you have anything here that needs handling?" you asked.

"Not really. I'll still be able to send messages back and forth? Or will it be the sort I can exit, though with a normal body out here?"

"Not on your own, you'd have to put in a special request for that, just in order that your mind-chip can be readjusted to not give you any disorientation at the size change."

"All right, I've sent a message to my parents telling them," Sadie said; you knew the offer to transfer had just popped up in her messages. "Thanks, Katey."

Both of you stood up and hugged, rubbing your boobs and dicks against each other. "Have fun," you said, as she accepted the offer and you transferred her down to the subsim you'd just created.

--

"So what was all that about my not fully reciprocating your love?" Joan asked as the two of you sat in your apartment a little while later. You'd sent Tina to join Isabel as a public-use sex toy.

"What were you taught about love in school? Once you became an adult, that is, of course."

"That love manifests in many forms, but the highest and purest form is the willingness to have sex at any time, in any way," Joan said. Hardly a definition philosophers had given throughout history, but with humanity living in a hentai, it was certainly the most sensible now.

"And what did they teach you about love for family?" you went on.

"That it too is a form of love, of course," Joan answered, "but is considered imperfect if **** isn't involved." She narrowed her eyes at you. "You just changed that, didn't you."

"So what if I did?" you pointed out. "So far as anyone but me knows, it's always been that way, if I changed it at all, of course. You're just thinking about it because you know I could if I wanted to."

"You promised me you'd let me be monogamous with Tony," Joan reminded you.

"True, I did. But that doesn't mean I haven't wanted to fuck you, as I've fucked all of my other adult sons and daughters. I've just not pressed the point until now, since you're asking me for special favours that I've decided to deny to everyone else again. So my love for you is high and pure, Joan. It's yours that's imperfect, and why should I indulge a daughter with imperfect love?"

"Ugh. This is ****," she accused.

"So what if it is?" you asked rhetorically. "Remember, you're popular because I let you be popular. In fact..." You reached into the simulation's beauty standards and removed the exception that **** everyone to see Joan as being every bit as hot as Inez and Nora. She was still considered very attractive, in her own way, but no longer comparable to them.

Immediately Joan could tell that the tone of the comments on her images and videos had changed. "Oh, fuck you," she spat. "This is how you're going to treat me when all I want is for you to uphold your end of the deal?" Her face twisted. "This deal is getting worse all the time."

You shrugged. "I am altering the deal. Pray I don't alter it any further."

"So what? You're going to ruin me unless I agree to fuck you?"

"All I want is my cock in my eldest daughter's cunt so that I can knock her up like I have so many others. Is that really too much to ask?"

"It is when you promised you wouldn't do that!"

"And yet it's going to happen," you pointed out. "And don't worry, I haven't yet fucked Tony. I'll be taking care of that at the same time as I do you."

"I still can't hate you, but I also can't trust you, ever again," Joan said.

"You've got **** but to trust me. After all, however it might have happened"--that you'd done it deliberately was still a secret you'd only ever told Tina--"it's still the case that I can alter the simulation in any way I see fit, so you just have to trust that I won't **** that. Any more," you added after a tiny pause.

"Fine." Joan crossed her arms and tentacles under her titanic bust and groused. "Get it over with, then."

"No, no," you chided her. "I want you to ask for it. I want you to beg for your daddy's cock in your hot, wet cunt."

"You're not my dad."

"Half your genecode comes from me and I lavished you with extravagant gifts. Legally, I am your father, in any sense that a court would recognise. Hugh never officially filed adoption forms, after all." That was true; you hadn't had to alter history for that.

Joan glared at you balefully, as much as she could given how the sim prevented people from feeling truly negative toward you.

"I'm waiting for the begging," you said. "Or..." You took away one of her pairs of tentacles.

"You coercive piece of shit," she said. "You're getting off on this. Just control me and get it over with."

"Now where would be the fun in that?" In truth, you did intend to make Joan happy about the situation after the fact and alter history so that nobody but you remembered that deal you'd made. This entire conversation would never have had to have happened because Joan would eagerly take your dick whenever you wanted, just like any daughter should for her father. But she was right: you were getting off on exercising your authority this way.

Joan finally let out a sigh, coming to the conclusion that she had **** but to acquiesce. "Fine. Please, daddy. Please stick your huge rod in my eager twat. Please shove the rod that bred my mother into me so that I can fulfill my duty like a good daughter and get knocked up by you."

"Good enough," you said, and flipped the changes to the sim.

"I'm glad you finally asked," Joan said as you had her bent over a table, her extra tentacles restored, though you hadn't reverted the change to make her be seen as being just as attractive as her mother and grandmother.

"I was just giving you and Tony a little time," you said. Many of Tony's bodies were also there, also being fucked by you, not questioning how it was that you also were able to have multiple bodies like Joan was. "Now that the two of you are more settled, I figured it was time to claim what's mine from my eldest daughter."

Joan nodded. "Just like we agreed. You'd give us a bit of time to adjust, and then you'd get to fuck me again."

"I know your family's been missing you at the orgies," you said. "They'd love if it Tony joined in as well."

"Of course," one of his alters--you didn't bother to check which one--said.

"I always intended to go back to them," Joan agreed. "But the uniqueness of my situation kept me away for a few years."

"Stella got a nest of tentacle cocks. I bet she'd love to fuck all your holes at once with them."

"As long as I can fuck all of hers as well!" Joan said, chuckling.

You stuffed her full of cum with a groan and, while coming down from your orgasm, gave her the back boobs she'd requested.

"And I bet your father would love to fuck your new nipples."

"Hugh raised me," Joan said, lifting herself off your cocks and turning around to embrace you. You felt up her new breasts as you hugged her back. "But in every way that matters here... you're my father, Katey."