Custom Dad?

What if… she’s right?

What if I can… indulge that biological imperative I feel whenever I satisfy myself inside a woman? That secret expectation of planting seeds, even as I am grateful to know—or at least think I know—it won’t create permanent consequence? All the consequences are now coming to the fore, leaving behind only those stragglers—the Bulldog, Donna Chen, mom, and so on—who I had yet to sow inside. Now I’m promised a few dozen kids if my Custom Girls don’t all get abortions. Hell, I already know the Tellers won’t… and Chan won’t even think of getting one because she doesn’t know what I did, possibly until it’s too late. Patricia might if I… order her to, which somehow makes me more uncomfortable than forcing others to bear my young.

I laugh at the absurd comparison, and my unthinking reaction puts a worried look on Patricia’s **** little face… but I cure her fear by gripping her hips and guiding her to be impaled. A rough friction greets me—she wasn’t quite wet enough—but she moans, and squeezes, and soon wets her tunnel to welcome me as she drops to hold her body against mine. “I think you must be pregnant already… so there’s nothing wrong with having fun, right?”

“Right,” she grunts as she begins to rut onto me.

And if she wasn’t… would it be wrong? Not with her, begging for it as she does…

Would it be wrong for those who didn’t beg? Leona is terrified of becoming a mother… and her mother probably helped foster the view. They’re already my involuntary sluts, receipients of my lust and that of others… what of becoming the involuntary mothers of my children? It’s a dark, twisted idea… so how do I make it okay? Can I?

I can. I mean I have months to make it so. Patricia’s right: how rich will I be by the time these kids come into the world? How customized will my harem of breeders be? They’re all protected from health complications, and I have that “Custom Heirs” title to get, potentially to the benefit of everyone involved. This… this is worth exploring, right?

As I roll Patricia up with my body, I sit up and then stand, cradling her by her ass as I continue to fuck her while carefully pacing through the house. Her body clumsily clings to me, her moaning hot in my ear, “Please… put it inside… I’m yours, please be mine, please…!”

And if things don’t work out? If I’m wrong? We have time to revisit that; weeks or months, at least, right? Mass abortions are squick to me, but so is this new idea if I can’t make it work. Alright then… now I have to focus on making it work. I need to engineer a means to protect my Custom… moms? Yeah, any means I can to secure them and the future of my children… and I guess that begins with the app. The money to pay for everything, the protections to make everyone healthy, and the power to apply those protections to all my Girls and “Heirs.” The first point then, to start everything, begins with…

… Sophia Lia, my unhappy little cash cow, who sits up with glistening eyes to look at me from the bed on the floor.