For Neal to be in her right mind.

[Malia]

John was torn. He really wanted to see just how much of that massive sex-toy the two girls could take. He also remembered how the security officer had accused Neal of being a cock-tease. At the time he had taken it with a grain of salt. The officer had not made a good first impression. It was why he had stepped in to ‘save’ Neal. But now it seemed there might have been some justification in his accusation.

John had a very low opinion of cock-teases. It was hard enough being as big and horny as he was, without some cheerleader type thinking it was funny to tease the bull. He was not a quarterback. He was an offensive tackle, and not a pretty one. There were no points to be gained by sucking his dick, or letting him fuck them. He was not the sort of guy high-school girls dreamed of. But a large number of them did seem to get some sort of thrill getting him all hot and bothered.

Resisting the urge to drag one of those teasing girls into a hallway closet to have his way with her got harder and harder the closer he got to graduation. Honestly he wasn’t sure what would have happened if his momma hadn’t stepped up and made sure he never left the house with full balls.

Instead of getting a full ride scholarship he might have ended up learning the fine art of leg-breaking in prison. So, he was a bit of a reluctant expert on being blue-balled. And disinclined to tolerate it in this brave new world those fucking aliens were creating. Any girl who thought she could heat him up, and not take care of the issue was in for a rude awakening. The aliens might have fucked up the world in John's opinion, but in that one regard he had to give them thanks.

So, if Neal really was that sort of girl—John refused to think of her as anything other than a big titted redhead—then he had no objection at all to seeing her punished and humiliated for all the poor boys she’d blueballed.

But, and for him it was a big but, she wasn’t in her right mind at the moment. It was impossible for him to punish her, because no matter what he did to her she’d regard it as anything but punishment. If he wanted to indulge his high school fantasies about the best way to treat a cock-tease, he was going to have to wait until Neal could appreciate it.

So, instead of telling Malia to go ahead and wallow out the tied up redhead, John asked, “How long until the effect of my spunk wears off and she regains her senses?”

Malia, who had been rubbing the tip of the double dildo against Neal’s cunt, to get it nice and lubed up, looked surprised at John’s question. There might also have been a bit of frustration in her expression as she realized she wasn’t going to be given permission to indulge in her favorite game, playing doctor.

“I would have said anywhere from two to seven days, but your sperm is so potent it might be a whole lot more than that. What we really need is an alpha. But that’s impossible. It’s going to be two generations before there is a human alpha.”

John scowled. What did the universe have against him? Here he was in a house with at least six girls that were his to fuck anytime he wanted, and except for Betty he didn’t dare touch any of them. Not unless he wanted to turn them into brain-fried bimbos.

John wasn’t sure what was involved in running a house like this, but he knew that it wasn’t something he could handle. Especially while trying to fend off the advances of a half-dozen Neals.

“Did I hear someone say, impossible?” A familiar voice asked.

Let us set the stage.

John was standing in a medical clinic that took up almost all of the mansion’s basement. The various scattered instruments and detritus that filled it only needed some candlelight illumination to turn it into a mad scientist's lair.

Behind John and tied to a gynecological exam station with duct tape was a busty red-headed bimbofied ex-boy. Standing between the redhead’s legs was a Hawaiian beauty holding a two foot long, double dildo. Behind her was a four foot ten Japanese cutie wearing a backless french maid uniform, and beside John was a pony-tailed blond that could have stepped out of a fifties comic book whose face was liberally coated with a mixture of her own saliva and John’s pre-cum.

Across the room by the bottom of the staircase was John’s mother Behind and to her left was a naked amazonian brunette with a forty inch chest and a cowed expression on her face. The liberal coating of sperm decorating her face and breasts likely had something to do with the cowed look. Behind John’ s mother and to the right was a five foot living breathing cat girl, who was looking at him as if he were a catnip mouse.

“Mom!” John turned, a feeling of embarrassment at being caught in a very compromising position with four hot girls by his mother. It was a conditioned response that was going to take a little while to get over.

The sight that met his eyes drove all embarrassment from his mind. His mind froze up and he could only stare as his brain tried to make sense of what he was seeing.

“Oh, finally decided to come out and say hi, M’Ress?” Betty remarked in a voice that was way too casual.

“Yes, John’s mother felt it was time.” the catgirl answered Betty with her slightly raspy voice.

“John’s mother? Since when does she make decisions around here?” Malia asked, unable to tear her face away from the semen coated face of the boss lady.

“As she is the Alpha, her commands are paramount,” M’Ress replied.

‘Wait! What? The Alpha? How? I thought you said it would take two generations before we’d have an Alpha!” Malia argued, even as her eyes took in the average looking milf. Well, average if you discounted the fact she was a hugely hung futa."

M'Ress looked embarrassed. “I did not realize that like John, she had also been gifted with a premium package of nanites. And like all of us they began their modification of her body nearly two months ago. If I had considered the possibility I would have suggested that Natalia recruit her.”

The cat-girl's expression brightened. "But, it is alright. She is a true alpha. She did not need our invitation to prove it. She has demonstrated to both Natalia and myself most thoroughly that she is a true alpha."

“Well, that is interesting. I don’t suppose she’d be interested in interviewing a candidate or two for John’s harem?” Malia asked, looking at the bound redhead tied to her examination table.

"Mom! You have a dick!" John blurted out.