Go to a strip club

(with contributions from delta7447)

(Content warning: watersports, scat)

When you woke up the next morning, Sam and Alex had switched places, but Drew was still semi-consciously massaging your soles and sucking on your toes. You wiggled those even as you made your cock shoot one more blast of cum into your sister before gently lifting Alex off your face with your tentacles.

"I think it's about time you gave Alex some of that care and attention," you playfully suggested as your three partners tumbled to the bed in a heap as you extricated yourself out from under them.

Drew didn't need to be told twice, and Sam sucked him off while Alex pumped a vibrator in and out of her slit.

You weren't feeling especially hungry, so you decided to go out for the day. A quick mental check told you that Tina was doing just fine with her additions, so you felt no need to visit her. Which left you at a loose end.

Even though people weren't expected to settle into the ordinary routine of work for well over a month, businesses were already getting ready and putting up job postings, so you mentally updated your résumé and submitted it to every store you walked by that was advertising for an IT position. You knew there were very good administrative jobs in the field, what with the absolute need to keep the maintenance drones operating and the simulation running smoothly, but that would just heighten the risk of your sabotage being exposed.

Having wandered aimlessly for a while, you sat down on a bench, pulled out your phone, and submitted your résumé to a bunch of job postings you found there, as well. The simulation didn't allow general teleportation, like what you could do, but it was permitted for specific purposes, such as commuting to and from work, so distance was a nonfactor when it came to what jobs you applied for. Of course, that meant that the pool of candidates for any given job was necessarily global, but that was true no matter what you did.

As an afterthought, you altered the record of your actions so that what you'd actually done was submit both yours and Tina's details, on behalf of the consulting firm that technically still existed. You didn't bother to ask Tina whether she still wanted to work with you--a quick check of her mind told you that even if she said no, which was unlikely, she'd find the idea that you could simply alter her to say yes too much of a turn-on to really resist the notion. Tina hadn't even gotten around to starting up a job search, anyway.

With that done, you went to the nearest sex park and, without looking for anyone in particular, just stripped off, made your cock erect, laid down and half-dozed off. Another feature of the sex parks was passive permissions: you could set, in advance, what acts you were willing to do with someone else, and others could simply approach you and start doing those things without any need for further consent. In your case, you made yourself open to having your tits sucked, your cock placed in any hole, your pussy or ass eaten, and your feet worshipped. In a world where sex was literally consequence-free and nobody could cross anyone else's boundaries, it was actually pretty pleasant to just make yourself as much of a free-use toy as you were comfortable with for a little while.

You brought yourself back to full active consciousness as the simulation changed to mimic sunset. The guy riding your dick in his ass even as he twisted himself over to suckle at your boob started, but you gestured for him to finish as you joined in actively, fucking him properly to bring him to climax. His cock blasted cum over the underside of your rack, which instantly cleaned itself off--in fact, the cum vanished before it could touch your skin--since you hadn't positively allowed for such cumshots. You made a mental note to remember that for next time--you were curious to try out bukkake at some point.

Dumping your own load into your partner--he clearly wanted it there, since you saw him sealing his anus before putting his pants back on--you got dressed again and left, walking back the way you'd come.

Most famous people had simply chosen to have a body that was their own when they felt that they were at their most attractive, maybe with a few small touchups. But rich and famous people always had access to things like the fully-featured character creator that you and Tina had used, even if they shouldn't have, so there were quite a few celebrities who'd really gone all-out with designing new bodies for themselves.

It was clear from the settings even in the basic creator that humanity's new world was going to be much more open about sex than Earth had ever been, so quite a few mainstream actors took the opportunity to design bodies for themselves that would be perfectly good for porn. They were still the same famous person, so they could still do regular films and TV, but it would be much more difficult to ridicule or ostracize them for also doing sexual content, even if they went so far as to do things like live shows.

Which was where you were headed.

Caroline Haverty was a well-regarded actress before the upload; she'd made it well-known that she intended to go into pornographic work afterward. Her new body had been shared far and wide, though it wasn't really anything special, since it would take a while for mainstream films to adjust to having anything more than what she'd done, which was to give herself firm muscles, huge boobs, and a massive ass. She'd already said that she intended to get a cock as soon as directors were ready to cast futas, never mind that changing genitalia should be impossible except in very specific circumstances. Someone as famous as her could always find a way around the rules.

In the meantime, though, while productions started getting back up and running, she'd opened her own strip club, which you'd walked past on your wandering. She was doing a show every night, and once a week, starting today, she was advertising a raffle for a private show. Normally it would cost quite a bit to enter, but tonight it would be open to everyone who paid the cover charge.

This time, you peeked inside as you neared the club, and found that those already there were in varying states of undress, mostly veering to the side of wearing very little. Sexual stamina in the simulation was effectively unlimited--in fact, there was code that made it very difficult actually to tire of having sex--so you decided to strip off fully and walked in, nipples hard, cock half-erect.

You sat down at an open table and once again signaled that anyone was welcome to sit in your lap, as long as they were willing to be felt up by your hands and tentacles. The system took care of that kind of matchmaking automatically, and it wasn't long until a busty brunette was enveloping your dick in her wet pussy. Her silky hair tickled your breasts as she leaned back into you.

"Mmm, come here often?" you asked teasingly, reaching around to heft her breasts, smaller than yours but larger than your sisters'.

"Maybe I should if you're going to," she said. "Amy Young."

"Katelyn Mills," you replied, reaching a tentacle around to play with her belly button and another to tweak her clit. Amy squealed in pleasure.

"I haven't had anyone with tentacles yet," Amy said. "Glad I found one."

"Found one for what?" you asked curiously.

"Scavenger hunt my friends and I put together. Get fucked by as many different new things as possible. I've already ridden four other futas but tentacles are a new one, none of them have that."

"Do you just have to fuck someone with tentacles?" you ask, your lower pair tracing around her huge glutes, "or do you have to be fucked by tentacles?"

"Well-l-l-l," Amy said, drawing out the word, "the way we wrote it--" She cut off as, you having verified that she was open to it, you shoved your other tentacles into her asshole.

"What else is on the list?"

"I've already been impaled under a taur, eaten out a mermaid underwater, drank a cowgirl's milk, sucked an elf's ears, and carried a slime in my twat. After this, if I get fucked by a lamia's tail I'll be two ahead of everyone else."

"Call me later, I think I can arrange that."

"Great! That'd only leave having my cunt set on fire by a dragon, tribbing with an ice elemental, and absorbing chlorophyll from a dryad. For bonus points we agreed that whoever could stand having their blood drunk longest by a vampire with pain turned on would win. I'm still looking for a dryad, but the other two... well, I know that we can't get hurt and we can't feel pain unless we want to, but, ouch."

"It'll take a while to get rid of those instincts," you agreed. "It's only pleasurable now but you still feel like you want to wince when someone does this, yeah?" you went on, pinching Amy's nipple hard.

Amy moaned. "I actually liked that pain a bit," she admitted. "Seems like an oversight not to allow us to turn on some pain but not others."

You filed that idea away to chat about with Tina later. "I think they wanted to retain some semblance of having a normal life. Can't be too out there," you suggested.

"I guess so," Amy agreed, but then the lights dimmed and music started to play.

Caroline Haverty strutted out onto the stage, wearing a robe loosely tied at her waist that couldn't possibly hide her breasts, hips or ass. She did an acrobatic front-flip as she came down the catwalk, undoing her robe in midair so that it fluttered into the crowd, and landed perfectly despite her six-inch heels.

The show itself wasn't something you were really interested in. Oh, sure, there was some hot dirty talk that had your cock twitching in Amy's cunt and her body writhing atop yours. Of course, Caroline slowly peeled off her bra as she swung around the pole, contorting herself in ways that were probably impossible back on Earth. And yes, she even slowly stripped off her thong, displaying her bare pussy and puckered asshole to everyone. The thought of getting your cock in her holes pushed you over the edge and you blasted a huge load of cum into Amy.

"If this is what she'll do on stage, I can only imagine what she'll do behind closed doors," Amy said, crossing her fingers and settling herself in your lap, her pussy muscles squeezing your dick in anticipation.

Caroline had walked backstage briefly and come out with a huge transparent drum full of slips of paper. At least, that's what the simulation displayed to everyone; the reality was that the winner would just be determined by the servers' random number generation capabilities. Which were, in fairness, actually seeded based on randomness that you couldn't control--the number of photons intersecting a specific solar panel in the shortest moment of time the computers could measure. But what you could do was rewrite the function that turned that input into a winner.

"And the winner of my first private show is..." Caroline paused for dramatic effect, letting the drum's rotation come to a halt before opening the little door and picking a slip. "...Katelyn Mills! Come on up, Katelyn!"

The function could only return your name.

Amy squealed, clearly happy for you, as you withdrew your tentacles from her butt and lifted her off your dick. She sat down on the chair as you got up, clearly enjoying having your cum and her pussy juices join the dampness you'd left behind.

"So Katelyn," Caroline asked as you walked up the stairs to join her next to the pole, "how does it feel to win my very first private show?"

"It feels... well, it feels pretty great," you said. "I'll be talking about it as much as I can to my friends and on social media."

"As long as you don't give away all my secrets!" Caroline replied, laughing. "Can't reveal everything that goes on, after all."

"Of course not," you agreed, and Caroline gestured to you to go backstage. You obliged, though you gave a little show of your own as you did, walking backwards up the catwalk, letting your own assets bounce and sway, wiggling your tentacles invitingly. Your reception wasn't quite as good as Caroline's, which a spot of mind-reading reminded you was because not everyone was all that enthused by someone having all the body parts you did, especially with your cock still being mostly erect and covered in pussy juices.

Still, given that Caroline had made no secret of her intention to get a dick for herself, her club would soon enough attract mostly a clientele who appreciated it.

Backstage, you were greeted by one of her assistants. She was reasonably attractive herself, and would probably be one of Caroline's opening acts in later shows--the celebrity had just wanted to do her first show solo.

"I can help you with that," she said, gesturing to your still-hard dick after giving you the NDA that Caroline apparently required of her raffle winners.

You nodded and the woman promptly took your shaft into her mouth, fondling your balls, giving what you had to admit was an expert blowjob. And little wonder--one look into her told you that she had been an escort back on Earth, and reasonably in demand. Working for Caroline gave her access to the club's clientele, and she already knew where she'd be drifting toward once she went out on the floor.

The NDA was pretty straightforward, you couldn't reveal exactly what Caroline did in her private show and you were also obliging yourself to make a few positive social media posts about it. Nothing onerous, and you signed readily. Besides, if things went wrong, you could always undo that.

"Over that way, second room on the left," the assistant said, after she'd swallowed your most recent cumload. You willed your cock to be soft, guessing that relieving arousal was part of why Caroline wanted her assistant to offer oral sex.

The room was nice, as these things went. It had a miniature stage with its own stripper pole, along with a small closet with a few outfits that looked easy enough to put on and take off. A table sat directly in front of it, with a single chair facing the pole. You sat down and waited.

Caroline came in after not too long a wait, her robe back on but her lingerie gone. "All right," she said, her tone much more brusque and businesslike as soon as she closed the door, "here's how this is going to go. I'll put on whatever costume you like that's in there." She gestured at the closet. "I'll go up there"--pointing at the stage--"and strip it off while I dance for you. You take it in. No touching. Then you tell everyone how great it was."

You blinked. Your first thought was that she was also a hacker, but you couldn't find anything connecting her mind-chip to the inner workings of the simulation, and given that you were still capable of thinking that this was total bullshit, and you could pull out your phone, keep Caroline unaware of it, and text Tina that Caroline was a bitch who lied in her advertising--and go into Tina's mind to know that she received the message--you were pretty sure that she hadn't somehow gotten an even higher level of access than you. You were even more sure of it when you **** her to subconsciously adjust her posture so that her breasts jutted out toward you and she didn't even notice that she had.

Apparently she was just that much of a stuck-up, entitled asshole who thought money and an NDA could solve all her problems.

"Your ad clearly said that whoever won the private show would have full access to you. Look, touch, feel."

"Look with your eyes. Touch with your gaze. Feel with your... well, in your case you've already got what I'm going to have. My body is off-limits."

That might not necessarily have been the case--if she'd actually meant that winners would be able to grope her once in private when she wrote the ad, her declaration now wouldn't override that, since that would've been false advertising. But evidently it's exactly what she'd had in mind, because anyone else wouldn't even have been able to think about actually running a finger along her silky-smooth side.

You weren't anyone else.

A simple thought cut off the room from the rest of the simulation, your virus once again ensuring that nobody would ever detect that anything untoward had gone on. You stood up, walked toward the actress, Caroline standing there with an infuriatingly smug smile, thinking you'd just suddenly stop, or veer around her.

Instead her expression changed to one of shock as you reached out and roughly grabbed a huge boob.

"Here's how this is going to go," you informed her. "I am going to get the show I want. I am going to fuck you silly and stuff you full of cum. I am going to leave you here, completely coated in girljizz. You are going to enjoy every moment of it--or you will, afterward. And you are going to be doing the same for everyone who wins one of your private shows after this."

"What the fuck?" the stripper said. "How the fuck are you doing this?" She tried to pull away but you wouldn't let her simulated body respond to her commands.

"Your assistant very rudely got me soft," you said. "So what you're gonna do is you're gonna put on a really hot show for me first. You're gonna get the dick that's going to **** your stuck-up cunt rock-hard before I shove it in your smug twat."

You shoved her to the floor and deleted the table. Sitting in the chair, you made sure that Caroline would be **** to look at your crotch as she did her show, her sole focus being on making you erect.

Which, of course, would happen exactly when you wanted it to happen, and not a moment sooner.

You sat back in the chair as Caroline picked herself up--clearly relieved at being able to control her body again--and put on a parody of a business suit. Her midriff was still completely bare, the shirt strained as it tried to hold in her breasts with only two buttons, and the coat only barely made it around the outer limits of her bust's horizontal size. The skirt didn't even cover the garters holding up her stockings, and only barely hid her uncovered pussy.

You had to admit that she did know how to move her body. She was clearly trying to get you aroused before removing all of her clothing, and you were content to let her take her time in getting undressed again. You enjoyed the frustration mounting on her face as your cock stubbornly stayed flaccid, even as she made small, lewd moans as the silk shirt rubbed against her nipples while she undid the buttons, or her hands brushed her inner thighs while she removed the garters. She even let you have an uninterrupted gaze at her labia when she kicked her legs up one at a time to peel off the stockings while standing against the pole. The skirt was the last thing to go, and she took care to turn herself about, peel it off slowly. Hell, she even twerked a little as she did it, her neck craned around to keep an eye on your dick, and that's when you let it twitch for the first time.

You could tell that she was absolutely mortified that it was her twerking, of all things, that reignited your arousal but, knowing that her unexpected nightmare couldn't begin to end until you were erect again, she shook and shimmied her hips, her ass bouncing, while she twisted around the pole. You let your dick stop once you were about half-erect, and Caroline, realizing her humiliating dance wasn't having an effect, latched onto another strategy.

Somewhat literally, in that she hefted one of her huge breasts to her mouth and started to orally pleasure her nipple, even as her other hand found its way to her crotch and she began to finger herself.

"Getting yourself nice and wet for my massive tool to plow you," you commented, and Caroline blushed beet-red. You let her lewd display get you mostly erect, though it was clear you weren't fully there.

"Now," you instructed, "tell me how much you want to be **** by my bitchbreaker of a cock."

"I want--" Caroline cut herself off, finding herself unable to form the words she really wanted to say. "I--" Again you prevented her from spewing invective. "I want this to be over with!" you finally allowed her to say. "I want to get out of here!"

"There's only one way out of here," you reminded her. "So are you saying that you want to get fucked every which way by me?"

Caroline looked at you with pleading eyes, silently begging you not to go through with this. You met her gaze coldly, unrelenting in your determination to break this haughty bitch. Or at least fuck her--breaking her would be the easy part later.

"Yes!" she finally said. "I want you to stick that cock in my twat and fucking pound me like I'm a fleshlight!"

"I'll stick it where I want, slut," you told her, and with a crook of your finger the table reappeared and Caroline found herself flying toward it, grunting in pain as her breasts slammed against its surface, bending her over.

"But I'm gonna save your pussy for last," you said as you walked around the table and unceremoniously shoved your dick in her anus.

That elicited a delightful howl of agony from Caroline as you went in completely dry--normally quite safe and pleasurable, as indeed it was for you, but since you'd overridden Caroline's personal settings she felt the full brunt of it as if you were both back on Earth. Even as you pounded her you didn't allow any wetness to build up, so it remained a horrendous experience for the model even as you enjoyed it fully. After a while you let yourself blow a load up her butt. In order to save processing power, and given the lack of any need for a real digestive system, the lengthy intestinal tract had been removed in favour of a straight chute from stomach to butt, and so your powerful blast of cum shot straight through the vestigial organ and into her stomach.

"Now," you said, walking back around, the table being exactly the right height to put your cock at face level, "my cock needs cleaning, and your stomach needs another load of jizz." Your dick was clean, of course, but Caroline's nose wrinkled in disgust at its smell. "If you don't lick the tip in the next five seconds, this is getting shoved down there and I don't care how many teeth I break," you threatened.

Caroline tried to resist, keeping her mouth firmly closed. "One," you said, shoving the head at her lips. She shook her head roughly. "Two." Another shove.

Caroline looked up at you, her eyes pleading with you to let her go, let this be over. "Three."

She didn't let you get to four as her lips opened and her tongue tapped your urethra.

"Good, strip-slut," you said, before you slammed your rod down her throat anyway but didn't bother to break her teeth. That had been an empty threat; you didn't want to bother with impromptu dental work.

Your tentacles grasped hair so you could slam Caroline's head up and down your shaft, using your victim's body as nothing more than a sex toy. Her saliva couldn't help but build up in her mouth, and you let it, making the experience less uncomfortable for her than her anal violation had been. It was still very traumatic, as a glance into her face showed, but you had ways of making it worse.

"I've changed my mind, whore," you informed her as you continued to pound her face mercilessly. If you'd turned off her immunity to injury, her nose would be a bloody pulp. "I don't think you need a second dump of cum in your stomach." You ceased your pounding with the tip of your dick filling Caroline's mouth.

"What you need is a good, long drink of piss."

You enjoyed the horror dawning on Caroline's face before you ordered the simulation to fill your bladder, and let it drain into her mouth.

Caroline choked and gagged, retched at the acrid taste. Her hands tried to prise yours from her head; when that failed, she tried to shove your thighs, knock you off balance. Her legs flailed and kicked in raw fear as you used her like a urinal, treating her not as a person, not even as a pleasure toy, but as one of the lowliest fixtures in human society.

When you'd had enough fun filling her belly with your waste, you deleted the table, using your cock to spin Caroline halfway around in midair so that she landed hard on her back, grunting and wheezing as the fall knocked the wind out of her. Breathing wasn't necessary in the simulation, but it was another thing that could be turned on if desired.

Normally, of course, it was still perfectly safe to deprive yourself of simulated oxygen--there were already plenty of videos of people performing autoerotic asphyxiation in ways they never could have back on Earth. But you knew that if you wanted to, you could give it all the consequences it had back there.

You had no desire to kill Caroline--or anyone--though, so you made sure she was breathing mostly normally again while still keeping a foot on her so that she couldn't get back up.

"It's not empty yet, bitch," you told her before giving her a forceful golden shower.

Caroline screamed and tried to wriggle away as the piss rained down on her from above, splashing all over and around her, coating her in the stinky, sticky stuff, but you didn't let her escape, made her stay underneath you as you moved your dick from side to side, even rolling her over a few times, making sure to cover every last square inch of her many times over, the simulation letting you produce the foul liquid without limit.

"Now get up," you tell her, reprogramming your nasal receptors temporarily so that Caroline smelled like your favourite perfume, even as she was revolted by her own stench.

"Please don't," she begged as she clambered to her feet, clearly not willing to displease you much further. "You've made your point. I'll--"

"You'll do what I tell you," you interrupted. "Now bend over so I can fuck your bitchy cunny."

"Like this?" she asked, incredulously, gesturing at her own body, completely covered in piss, her nose wrinkling in disgust.

"Your smell," you whispered into her ear as you bent her over forcefully, lined up your dick at her slit, "is your problem, not mine." With a big whiff of her glorious scent, you slammed your cock straight into her twat.

Caroline screamed in pain yet again, and more so as you pounded into her. Your cock filled her up, slamming randomly against her vaginal walls, while your balls mercilessly smashed against her lower abdomen, each stroke of your dick being matched by a blow from your nuts. Your tentacles held Caroline's waist, keeping her moving, while your hands grasped her long hair, yanking her head up and down as you moved, giving her whiplash.

The actress had mostly lost the will to resist you, accepting that you'd turned her into nothing more than an object for you to use as you pleased. Her screams of anguish no longer had much real emotion behind them, seeming more perfunctory than anything, automatic reactions to the ongoing pain you were delivering.

One look into her mind told you that would soon change, though.

With a grunt of your own you blasted another load of cum into Caroline's pussy. The terror that blossomed in her mind as she realized she couldn't turn off her fertility was a delight to behold, and you didn't bother telling her that you were shooting blanks. You'd let her be afraid for a little while until she could access the system to check whether she was, in fact, pregnant.

When you shoved her off your cock, Caroline just slumped to the ground, a beaten woman. She curled up, shivered and whimpered in anguish. You had to drag her over to the chair, position her to sit up against it, put her head back on the seat, in order to administer one final indignity.

"Can you guess what I'm going to do to you now?" you taunted, standing above her.

"Haven't you done enough?" she said weakly.

"Never." You turned her back to her and stood astride the chair, and began to lower yourself slowly down onto her face.

"No. Please, no. Not that. Anything but that," Caroline pleaded, her last scrap of willpower asserting itself as she saw your anus quiver and pucker, your glutes flex above her head. "What do you want?" she said desperately, your ass only inches above her. "Money? Fame?" At about an inch to go she said, "I'll be your personal sex pet, your ****--anything but th--!" You cut off her words.

Settling yourself comfortably on her, not caring how your firm ass ground her features, you sealed her mouth against your asshole and ordered the simulation to produce the stinkiest, smelliest, vilest load of crap that humanity had ever experienced.

Caroline's screams were muffled against your butt. Her arms flailed, her fists pounding your legs. Her legs kicked as she tried to **** the chair away from her, but to no avail, as you ensured that it would remain firmly in place in defiance of ordinary physics. You ignored all her futile efforts to resist you as you steadily dropped log after log of putrid, horrid shit into her mouth, the stuff sliding across her tongue, into her esophagus and down to her stomach.

After a while of this last degradation, Caroline eventually went still, accepting that she was no more than a walking toilet with fuckholes. She might put on a good show in public, but in private she'd be afraid that you'd just suddenly show up again and turn her right back into what she was in this moment.

Or, that's what she would think if you let her remember any of this.

Having satisfied yourself that you'd made your point, you got up off her face, letting one last blast of diarrhea cover it. You waited impatiently as you stepped back a bit, glaring down at the broken woman until she picked herself up off the ground where she'd slumped again and stood to face you, though she couldn't bring herself to have her shit-smeared face meet yours.

"Do you know why I did this, Caroline?" you asked.

"Because... because I wouldn't let you feel me up," she said.

"Because you lied," you said, somewhat agreeing. "And liars need to be punished."

"Yes," she agreed. "I lied. I needed to be punished."

"And your punishment isn't over yet."

That made her head snap up, eyes going wide on her brown face.

With a gesture, you overwrote Caroline's body. No longer did she simply have two huge breasts; now she had six, in two rows of three, proudly jutting from her torso. From her crotch sprouted a single long dick, curving up and around under her lower-middle boob.

"What the fuck are you doing to me?" she said, the shock of the change jolting her willpower back to life. "I can't look like this! Nobody will hire me! I'll be stuck doing stripping and porn!"

"That's your problem, not mine. Next time, let the client fuck you if she wants."

"There won't be a next time," Caroline said, fight rising in her once again. She spat her words. "I'll make sure--" As you had with Mary, you took that moment to rewrite the simulation's history, so that this was the body that, as far as anyone else knew, Caroline had chosen all along. Her demeanor changed instantly. "--that everyone has as wonderful a time in my private shows as you did!" She licked her lips, still shit-smeared. "I'll admit, we really went through the gamut, but now that it's perfectly safe I have to say that I enjoyed all of it!"

"So your private shows are definitely going to be all-access from now on?"

"Of course they are! I was just leery about letting someone rail me every which way, but I guess deep down I must've wanted it since you couldn't have done all that otherwise, right?"

"I guess you must have wanted it," you affirmed.

"Still, though," Caroline went on, "I do wish I'd thought through what it'd mean to have my tits arranged this way, especially with only the one dick. Can't even give myself a proper titfuck!"

"Surely someone as rich as you can find a way to arrange to have your chest reoriented," you pointed out. "But on the other hand it makes you really stand out--the woman who cares about others' pleasure so much that she's willing to forgo her own! Two cocks side-by-side aren't that great for fucking someone, after all. And besides, with only one head, it'd still be kinda hard to get your mouth on your dicks even if you had two."

"True," Caroline said, nodding. "Still probably going to see what I can do about it. Breasts aren't genitals, after all," she said, chuckling. It still wasn't just anyone who could get six tits rearranged on demand, but Caroline Haverty certainly could. If she wanted to, especially given that she'd have to acquire an entirely new wardrobe, as you'd altered hers to accommodate the frame you'd given her.

"Well, it's been a thorough pleasure being part of your first private show," you said.

"The pleasure's all been mine. I'm so glad you showed me that there's really nothing to worry about when it comes to any of this stuff any more!" Caroline paused for a moment, rubbed her belly. "Though I don't suppose you'd be willing to say whether your sperm is safe? I forgot to turn off my fertility in my excitement at my first time getting pounded by a futa."

"I think I'm owed a little payback for your initial reticence, don't you?" You smiled. "You'll know for sure in a few days, you know that."

Caroline pouted, but nodded. "Fair's fair. And hey, I've always wanted to have a kid; can't think of anyone I'd rather have one with than the woman who opened my eyes to all the new possibilities here!"

"Let me know if I was shooting blanks, then. I might have to come back and knock you up for real!"

"Only if you win the draw!" Caroline reminded you. You just smiled back.

"Oh, and one last suggestion--get your assistants involved in these. You'll get a lot more takers for an orgy than just a one-on-one. I'm sure you can... convince them." They wouldn't need convincing, of course; all of the models Caroline had hired to perform alongside her were instantly altered at a thought from you to be open--quite eager, in fact--to everything you'd just done to their boss, and then some. And if someone didn't want all of them, they'd all be chomping at the bit to be chosen for the smaller show.

"That sounds like a great idea!" Caroline's eyes glazed over a little, imagining how many tickets she'd sell on a promise not just of a private session with her, but with her and all of her gorgeous employees.

"It's a good thing we don't get tired from sex now, or half of you would be going unsatisfied every week."

"Every week?" Caroline said. "Katelyn, I'm going to be doing this every day. Do make sure to make a few social media posts? Just don't talk about everything we did--I don't want everyone just doing the same thing every time!"

"Now that's the spirit," you replied, laughing, before waving goodbye. No sooner had you left the room than you could tell that Caroline had ordered herself clean--not because she didn't enjoy being coated in piss and shit, but because she wanted to go through it all over again with a few of the other strippers.

When you got home, Sam, Alex and Drew were busy in a threesome, Alex sucking Drew's cock while Drew pleasured Sam's feet and Sam ate her sister's pussy, so you decided that you'd just masturbate yourself to sleep.