Go to your birthday dinner with your family

Ashley, you decide as you shoot a load down Leila's throat, was right: masturbation really is a lot more fun for you now. Which probably had a lot to do with the fact that when said masturbation was you fucking Julie or Leila, whom everyone thought of as just part of you, there really wasn't any difference between masturbation and conjugal sex.

The still-mostly-lesbian licks her lips. "Mmm, we taste good. I'm so glad yours is my only cock, John. I can't imagine how horrible it must've been for Julie, fucking all those other dicks."

"Awful," says Julie around her moans as Ashley eagerly eats her out. "John's cum and cock are far better than any others I've had."

"Well," you say, "I would like you and Ashley to give Leila a few pointers on pleasuring a cock, Julie. But in exchange she'll give you some tips on pleasing another woman's twat, OK?"

Julie cums explosively over Ashley's face, and your roommate comes up for air, glancing at a nearby clock. "Hey, John, don't you have dinner with your folks soon?"

You look at the same clock. "Shit! Damn, thanks for reminding me. Look, since you two are going to be staying here tonight, you'll need some clothes to wear to work tomorrow at least. So while I'm at dinner, the three of you call a cab and go on another shopping trip, OK? Get some revealing business clothes for Julie and Leila, and some sexy bras for yourself." You turn to the twin paralegals. "You have enough to pay for it?"

"Actually," says Julie, blushing a bit, "we left our purses at the office."

"Well do you have after-hours keys, or spare cards at home?"

"We can go by my place," says Leila. "I don't carry my debit card around normally, so it'll be there."

"OK, that settles that, then, you pay for this trip, Leila."

"Um, but, I mean," she says, "since we're you--"

You hold up a finger to silence her. "We'll test that soon, not now. For now, pay for stuff normally, don't go saying you own stuff. Got it?"

"Yes, John," your other two bodies say in unison.

"Good. Now," you say as you rush to your bedroom to get another clean change of clothes to put on after a quick shower, "I've got a birthday dinner to attend."

"Wait!" cries Julie. "It's your birthday? So it's our birthday too! We should go with you!"

"My mom and my sisters are expecting one of me, not three," you point out, then realize that it might not be best to mention a "mom" and "sisters" in front of two lesbians, who consider themselves part of you, and have a massive **** fetish.

"Then just let us get a glimpse at least!" begs Leila.

"No!" you say firmly. "I own your right to decide when you meet my family, and I'm saying not tonight!"

"Fine," they say, a bit sulkily.

That, thankfully, did settle the matter, and you leave for dinner without further protest, and smile a bit as you realize that since you'd never told Ashley she could wear a top, and had explicitly told Julie and Leila to remove their sports bras, they were all going to go out topless.

Arriving at the restaurant, just your typical chain place marketed toward families, you walk in to find that your mother and sisters had beaten you there and already had a table.

"John! Happy birthday!" squeals your exciteable eighteen-year-old younger sister, Dana.

Dana, you reflect as you see her again for the first time in a few months, really is built like a slimmer, more toned Ashley, but then from what you knew about your roommate and your sister, Dana had taken her running more seriously than Ashley had taken her gymnastics, which was saying something. Her lithe build hid a surprising strength, which forces half the air out of you as she crushes you in a hug.

"Good to see you too, sis," you say as you get your breath back.

"Hi, John," says your older sister, Caitlin.

Caitlin, meanwhile, was more of a gym rat, working as a trainer in a gym near her own apartment, a job she'd held through university and kept after she graduated. In contrast to Dana, she was tall and busty, her regular workouts leaving her D-cup tits not needing a bra for support. Her nipples poke into your chest and you're rather uncomfortably reminded of all the wet dreams you'd had about her--which, you realize, means it was just as well you fucked Ashley, Julie, and Leila silly before you came here, since your dick's too tired to get hard at the moment.

"Hey," you reply as you return her rather more gentle hug, and take just a brief glimpse at her large, bouncing butt as she walks back to the table.

"Happy birthday, dear," says the third person meeting you, your mother, Erin.

Over a quarter-century and three children had done little to dull your mom's looks compared to the pictures you'd found of her college years, and though it'd been hard for her to raise the three of you since your dad died not long after Dana was born, she'd done her best by all of you. But with sex on the brain now, all you can really think of, as she gives you an even gentler hug, is that she looks more or less like what you figure Caitlin will at her age, and that means that she's very much a mother you'd like--well.

"So how's life treating you?" she asks as she pulls a chair out for you to sit down.

"Pretty well, actually." Well, you realize, today had been wonderful, and prior to that had been fair to middling. You didn't think it was really appropriate to tell her about how you owned two paralegals you'd never met, your roommate's body, and your former landlord's pussy, so you decide to say, by way of news, "I took ownership of my apartment complex today."

"Really?" asks Dana, eyes a bit wide. "Cool!"

"Never would've figured you for a landlord, John," says Caitlin.

"Well, we'll see how it goes, but I figure I shouldn't do too badly. The former landlord's my assistant now, so she knows the ropes, at least."

"That's good," says your mom. "Should keep you from running into money problems."

"I agree, but if I do, I've got some other ideas." At that moment, the waiter arrives to take your orders.

The restaurant chain prides itself on fast service, and so you've got your food in front of you before long. Dana finishes first, and, once she's done and the conversation can shift away from brief small talk, asks, "So, do anything else nice for your birthday, John? Ashley get you anything?"

That makes you squirm uncomfortably, though you do your best to hide it. On the one hand, you've had the best birthday ever. On the other hand, it's hardly something you feel you can really talk about with your mom and your sisters. But on the other other hand, there are all those fantasies you'd had...

"Nothing much, no," you say before you take the last bite of your meal.

"That's so sad," Erin says as she finishes her dish. "Look, there's still some stores open, I'll get you something you want if it's not too much, OK?"

Those fantasies slam into the forefront of your mind, and try as you might to tell yourself that this is wrong, these are your sisters and your mother, you shouldn't do this...

"Actually, I know what I want. I want your bodies." You rush on before they can interject or before some more rational, decent, less perverted part of your mind can stop the part of you that's now making your dick strain against your pants. "I want to own your bodies. I own your bodies. You can use them for your day-to-day lives, but I can do whatever I want with them."

Comprehension dawns on three beautiful faces as your words sink in. "Of course you can have our bodies for your birthday, John," says your mom. "It just seems so... right. I'd thought you were mine, but really... I was yours. I just didn't realize it until now."

"So that's why I've always had this sense, ever since I saw Mom give birth to you," says Caitlin. "That somehow I was meant for you."

"And that's something I've sort of known since I first saw you above my bassinet," says Dana. "That I was looking at the person who owned my body, but that he'd be enough of a gentleman not to do anything with it until now."

"So," your mom asks, "shall we part for now, or will you want to use your bodies tonight?"

The cheque comes and Caitlin pays as you all prepare to leave. "Of course I'm going to use my birthday gifts tonight. In fact, mom, Caitlin, follow me back to my place. Dana, I want you in my car."

"What for?" she asks as you all walk into the parking lot.

"I think you can guess what for."

"John... you can do what you like with your body, but, well..." You realize that while she'll certainly give you the blowjob you want on the way back, her mental discomfort will make it a middling one at best.

"Mom, Caitlin?" you call.

"Yes?" they say, turning back toward you after they'd peeled off to head to where they parked.

"I just want you three to know that I also own your sexual preferences, and that"--you realize this is probably going to be a standard command you'll give anyone in your harem now--"you're lesbians, except for me, and have huge **** fetishes. But don't do anything that might damage my bodies while we're on the road, got it?"

Erin and Caitlin lick their lips as they look at you, at Dana, and at each other, but stiffen at your last words. Your younger sister, meanwhile, is obviously eager to get in the passenger seat next to you. "Too bad we've got three cars, otherwise mine would be the first pussy you'd take, right?"

"It might still be," you point out. "But for now I guess we'll have to settle for you giving me head." Which she does, with inexperienced eagerness, and you manage to shoot two loads down her throat before you get home.

Ushering your mom and sisters into your apartment, you spot more bags of shopping before your eyes meet Ashley's as she models various bras for Julie and Leila, all of them otherwise nude. When her eyes meet yours, she squeaks and drops the top.

"Shit! Damn, John, I hope it's OK that I was trying on the bras I bought. Oh, and hi, Erin, Caitlin, Dana. Welcome to the 'John's bodies' club," she says, licking her lips.

"You own Ashley's body, too?" your mom asks, a note of pride in her voice. "I'm so proud to have raised a son with such excellent taste. And," she continues, her eyes alighting on Julie and Leila, "who's so incredibly sexy."

"Is this our mom?" asks Leila eagerly. "I thought you said we weren't going to meet our family tonight, John."

"Plans change," you say. "And yes, this is my mother, Erin, my older sister Caitlin, and my younger sister Dana. As you might have surmised, I own their bodies, too, now."

Julie advances on Caitlin with a predatory grin, groping her ass through her jeans. "Well, we should see what our bodies look like without all these clothes in the way, I think."

"We should, but first a few ground rules for you two," you tell the twin paralegals. "You might be part of me, but you're not to use what I own without my permission, except to fulfill the basic necessities of life--which will not include sex--and you're not to talk about owning things without my permission. You're going to be the equal of any of the other women in my harem, got it? And subordinate to Ashley, of course. But Julie's right," you say, turning to your family. "Time for you three to get naked."

"You've got a harem, bro?" asks Dana as she removes her clothes.

You wave your hand at the six women gathered in your living room. "Right here, sis."

So much bare female flesh on display has gotten you aroused again--you wonder if increased sexual stamina is something whoever gave you this power included without mentioning it, but you weren't about to complain if so--and you swiftly take off your own clothes, revealing your large, hard cock.

"I never knew how much of a... man you are, John," your mother says, eyeing your dick hungrily. "Would you like me to give you head? Your dad always loved my blowjobs."

"That sounds like a great idea, Erin," you reply, deciding to address her by name now that she's part of your harem. "Ashley, eat her out while she blows me. Julie, Leila, pair off with Dana and Caitlin. Don't worry," you reassure them as they look enviously at Erin. "You'll get to enjoy the benefits of having your bodies owned by me soon enough."

And as you descend into your fifth sexual romp of the day, you realize that even if this is just a one-day prank, and that you'll find yourself torn limb from limb when you wake up tomorrow, at least you'll have died happy.