Country Sam and Futa Sam

Two.

Two Sams.

Which meant that there were three in total, including the bimbo in the living room.

One was standing at the stove, slaving away at whatever was sizzling in the pan and boiling in a pot. This version had a body just like the original, but she had a few modifications like the one in the living room. Her eyes were a bright and sparkling blue color, her hair was neck-length and a fiery ginger color, her skin was a bit more pale and plastered with freckles, and while her bust was a bit bigger than the version he met that morning, her ass was gigantic and round, as if he could walk over and set a beer on it’s shelf-like support without the drink falling over. She was wearing a red/white-striped flannel shirt that hugged her narrow waist tightly and was unbuttoned enough to show off a healthy amount of cleavage, and her lower half was covered by the same, although enlarged, pair of jeans short shorts she had on that morning, which barely was able to cover the upper-half of her bulbous freckled cheeks.

Sitting at the table with her side turned to it while playing around on her phone, was the third Sam. This version looked more like the original he saw that morning than the rest of them, only she was much taller than her doppelgangers’. She wasn’t as tall as Chris was when he was changing himself in the bathroom, but she was probably a couple of inches taller than he was at that moment, her height sitting at around six-foot or six-foot-one.

Her hair was long and jet-black, and she was about as busty as the one standing at the stove, but the familiar and resized white tank top on her frame seemed to be showing much off more cleavage than it had this morning. He guessed that their tits were about as big as cantaloupes. The attire on her lower half was at least somewhat conservative, consisting of a pair of loose gray sweatpants.

However, Chris couldn’t help but notice the girthy outline of a meaty lump in the crotch area, something he easily would’ve noticed on the original female version of his father that morning.

“I have several questions.” Was all Chris managed to say after standing in the doorway for a solid minute of shock.

This caused the women in the kitchen to turn towards him and beam with smiles of pleasant surprise.

“Oh, hey son!” They both said in unison, then turned to look and giggle at each other. “Jinx!”

They giggled for a while after that while Chris stood there in bewilderment.

“Sorry.” The one at the table eventually said as she put her phone down on the table. “This is just too fun.”

“That’s one way to put it.” Chris said, walking over to the fridge to put the beer away. “What, did you decide to clone yourself or something?”

“That’s exactly right.” The redhead at the stove said, turning to give him a wink. “Don’t worry, we’re all pretty much the same though.”

“Yep!” The more casually dressed one at the table agreed. “I couldn’t decide on what look I wanted to go for after you gave me a huge rack, but I realized pretty quickly that I didn’t have to pick one or the other.”

“I love the new look by the way.” The redhead stated, throwing her son a teasing wink.

“Absolutely. Very macho.” The raven-hair one purred.

“Okay…” Chris said, closing the fridge door while still clutching into his towel with the other. “So which one of you is the original, then?”

“Me.” The one at the table said, grinning devilishly. “Well, I think.”

“I thought Blondie was the original.” The redhead said, smiling just as wide as her counterpart.

“Eh, it doesn't matter.” The Sam at the table shrugged. “We’re all pretty much the same, aside from a few quirks.”

“Quirks” Chris repeated, glancing at the redhead’s mouth watering rump before turning his brief gaze towards the sizable bulge of the possible clone at the table. "Right."

The girls giggled.

"I see you've got a bit of a quirk hiding behind that towel, yourself." The one at the table remarked, crossing both her slender arms and bubbly thighs. "And I thought my dick was big."

"Hm?" The redhead asked, turning away from the stove to take a good look at the very conspicuous monster bulge that Chris was sporting. Her eyes lit up, and her smile fell. "Oh my!"

Chris couldn't have blushed brighter as he turned towards the fridge and opened it back up to grab a beer.

Meanwhile, the Sam at the table picked up her phone.

"Yeah, yeah." Chris said, cracking open the beer to guzzle it down, already feeling a bit buzzed from the two he'd already crushed on an empty stomach. "Speaking of which, we might have a clog in the sink."

"Oh, no problem." Table Sam said with a giggle, typing into her phone. "Fixed!"

"Sorry." Chris said after his few big gulps of his moderately cold beverage. "I'll be more careful from-..."

He paused, noticing that his wide-eyed dads were gawking at his midsection with their mouths dropped in shock.

Chris looked down, realizing that the towel around his waist was gone and his fat, half-erect cock was freely hanging in the cool air for the entire kitchen to see.

Startled, the young man put his beer down and tried to cover up. Sadly, and much to the girls' amusement, his strong hands were nowhere close to being able to hide that monster.

The girls were giggling like mad, causing Chris to get a bit irritated.

"All right, fine!" He said, letting go of his cock and extending his hands to his sides in presentation. "You wanna' see it? Well take a good long look!"

That shut the girls up, and even made them blush.

Chris was as proud with himself as he was embarrassed.

He noticed some movement out of the corner of his eye, then turned to see Blondie Sam and her massive tits peeking out from the kitchen entryway with a hand over her open mouth of surprise.

The girls nervously shifted where they were, doing just as he said.

Getting a good long look.

The silence was making Chris a bit uneasy, though.

"Well, this is awkward..." He said, picking up his beer to take a sip before turning towards Redhead Sam. "So, uh... What's for lunch?"