Epilogue

Pamela nodded to the Mammazons on guard duty as she stepped out into the crowded streets. For several city blocks in all directions around the building once called Albion Aromatics Pty Ltd the streets were flooded with eager beautiful XXX-women. They hadn't officially renamed the fourteen story tall company headquarters but Pamela often heard it referred to as "The Tower'' or "The Cathedral of Tom" by the excited women filling the downtown city streets.

They came from miles around and were essentially camping on tarmac of the road and cement sidewalks as they called up to the One True Man in his penthouse suite or sang loving, lusty melodies of how much they desired his blessing. It was essentially an impromptu festival dedicated to her Lover and King which made Pamela smile every time she walked in their midst. Her Tom deserved the worship and adulation of TomFest, that and so much more.

There were reverent gasps and cries longing whenever she made an appearance, which was daily. XXX-infected of every variety would tear up and fall to their knees, hands clutched beneath great wobbling bosoms in soulful supplication. They knew just by looking at her that she was a Goddess made flesh, an Empress walking amongst them and a gatekeeper to the Great Man himself.

She was dressed today in a bright chartreuse silk gown with countless precious emeralds sparkling along the low scooping neckline. A long slit ran up one side exposing a long, shiny smooth leg all the way from her tall, ivory platform heels up to her moist pussy clad in brief gem encrusted seafoam panties. Translucent green elbow gloves made love to her elegant arms and priceless jewelry dripped from her slender neck, wrists and fingers. Rose gold and white platinum of the highest carat housed pink diamonds and black pearls, some of them were genuine museum pieces like the dazzling tiara sent in her lustrous chocolate hair.

It had once belonged to some Austrian Princess or some-such and Pamela had swooned prettily for her TomMaster when he had proposed to her with it after the birth of their first children. It had been one of the happiest days of her life.

She had taken pregnant on that glorious night of their victory consummation, how could she not have? A few facts were discovered soon after; firstly a pregnant XXX-infected lost their overwhelming craving for semen entirely. Instead a blissful, bone-deep contentment had swelled Pamela Hope's heart reinforcing her love and devotion for her husband Tom. She had been sharper in thought and clearer in focus then she had ever been in her life and deeply happy. Even now her belly was pronounced again, rounding out the front of her elegant emerald gown as the observes gawped and stared in envy at the big baby-bump.

The second surprise was that her children had grown to term in only nine weeks. Whether it was another unknown effect of the virus or just the majestic potency of her Master's GodSeed (Pamela strongly suspected the latter) but on day sixty-three of her pregnancy she had been swollen as big as a melon and gone into labor.

Labor was not some painful, screaming messy ordeal either. There had been some mild discomfort in her muscle contractions but otherwise it had been a joyful, near orgasmic affair to bring her TomLove's heirs into the world. She had smiled radiantly with her SisterDaughters Holly and Tania at her sides as she birthed triplets; two girls and one boy, surrounded by all of Tom's women who had wept with joy at the holy sight.

Her body had recovered supernaturally fast, any wear or injury evaporating like water on a hot summer's day. She had presented her children to her TomMaster and he had crowned her his GoddessQueen on the spot, naming her as his True Wife. He had looked fiercely proud of her when she had climbed onto his golden throne with him and she had sunk her glistening, worshipful pussy immediately down onto his everlasting erection. She rode him, climaxing ecstatically as he told her how much he loved her, filling her with a tide of his endless seed and then she was wondrously pregnant again.

"You..." She said extending a regal hand at pretty young Skank-infected kneeling with head bowed before the blazing nova that was Pamela Brown. She was dusky skinned with fine delicate features and dark hair. Perhaps of middle-eastern heritage? "Do you wish to receive our Lord's blessing?"

It was the very definition of a rhetorical question.

"Y-Yes! Please Goddess, I'll do anything for Tom the One True Man!" The Bedouin beauty wept, happy tears running down fair, dusty cheeks. Like every other XXX-girl present she was dressed in her skimpiest, most alluring outfit in the hope of being noticed. It was lacy pale pink lingerie which contrasted well with her stunning olive skin. The darkening crotch of her tiny fuscia panties was dripping wet from a gush of excited foaming Skank-cum, the powerful pheromone reek of it making Pamela smile.

"Then follow. We have other new daughters of Tom to collect."

The rest of the crowd groaned in dismayed disappointment at not being selected but parted like the Red Sea before the Goddess as she glided further into TomFest to find more hungry souls worthy of serving and servicing her HusbandKing. The first of today's chosen trailing her like an excited kitten.

Tom sat upon a towering golden throne listening to Ms Simone Summers report as his BabyGirlQueen Holly guided two of her "BabyPrincesses" in suckling and slurping his immense Godhood. They giggled and cooed playfully between his naked spread thighs as he nursed and drank at the over-ripe breast of Tania, his WarriorQueen who was pressed naked up into his side. His massive arm dwarfed her trim, slender waist and kept her close.

His appetite for their GoddessMilk was bottomless as were their reserves of the sweet ambrosia. It fueled his titanic form - now well over eight feet tall of shining, steely muscle and glowing flawless flesh - and fed his endless Olympic libido. He sat naked in the custom throne, a gift from a group of artisan women in the streets far below, for no clothing could contain his mighty form and he had no need of it anyway.

The Penthouse suite had been remodeled into a grand throne room. Tom sat in his golden seat of power raised on a small stepped dais. All the office furniture had been disposed of, replaced by designer lounges and love-seats scattered artfully about the open space. Many of his women occupied them like tantalizing decorations, their beauty on display for him to admire as his gigantic dick was lovingly serviced by the lines of captivating, fortunate women who were brought to him each day.

Smoky eyed Eva and pink haired Aysha reclined together on a dark leather Shez softly teasing each other as they stared adoringly at him. Their small hands played across each other's statuesque cheerleader-fit bodies clad in sexy, small parodies of naughty schoolgirl uniforms, the midriffs **** wide by bellies stretched huge with his growing young. Under the short pleated skirts their moist tight mounds wetly kissed the leather as they undulated and burned for Tom.

Not far away their Sister-Skank Danielle was draped sideways over a love-seat, naked except for a daisy yellow chiffon camisole, stomach bulging fit to burst and dipping her dainty fingers into her own sopping snatch. She teased herself with those clever digits before bringing them up to her lips to suck them clean of her own nectar. In her free hand she held a large crystal brandy balloon beneath a bare dribbling nipple, slowly filling it with her sweet lactate for him to enjoy at his leisure.

Off in a distant corner a large dog bed had been set up and in it - leashed, collared and muzzled - was the brainless fuckdoll formally known as Sierra Monroe. Her massively bimbofied body was naked but for an animal print bikini top that barely held in her over-blown watermelon-sized knockers. Holding her leash was Anna; the cute little ginger Skank Ms Summers had found under the desk, all meekness gone from her as she trained her former mistress, now calling her "Pet". Anna was small in stature but had grown large in spiteful **** after she had received her first blessing from Tom. Now she dressed in form-fitting belted dominatrix leathers, thigh high boots and a huge red strap-on dildo as she used various crops and paddles to keep her “Pet” in line. The gag was a requirement from Tom who had grown tired of hearing the creature begging mindlessly for "cock, cock, cock" on repeat. It was only to be removed at feeding times when she was allowed to lick up the mess of milk, saliva, cunt-juices and his royal spend that formed a growing puddle beneath his throne throughout each day.

It was all “Pet” ate now, hungrily sucking and gurgling it down like a sow at the trough. It wasn't as though there was ever any lack of it. She would feed and moan as Anna punish-fucked her from behind, pushing her Pet’s vapid face through the messy puddle with brutal hip-slapping thrusts.

"...Brittany won the Gymnastics Tournament on the weekend, of course. The second and third place runners up have been scheduled to receive their 'awards' from you later today." The massively endowed, blonde Beast-Strain infected Simone said in a business-like manner though her hungry eyes were constantly darting to the rigid totem jutting skyward from his lap.

She would get her own 'award' at the end of the business day, just like every other day. She deserved it as his executive, one of his inner circle, not that she needed it with her own hugely swollen belly straining her smart crisp blouse. He nodded and hummed an affirmative as his TaniaGoddess panted and gushed with another breast-gasm when he slipped his questing lips over to her other rosie nipple to continue feeding.

Simone had convinced Tom to let his younger sisters return to school. As a teacher herself she had assured him that anything resembling normalcy in their lives would be better than locking them in hermetically sealed prisons for the rest of their lives. Because those were ultimately his only choices; let them enjoy what life he could provide for them in this mad new world or imprison them in a gilded cage.

Tom had left the choice up to his sisters and they had chosen the former, having already tasted the bitter loneliness of isolation. It was a choice they had already made once before, back when they told him they were returning to school all those weeks ago. The awful truth was that once their young teenage bodies reached a certain threshold of sexual maturity they would inevitably become infected and he would either have to take care of their needs himself or find another unique XXX-infected male to take them in.

...and there would be other True Men like him out there, he was living proof of that and Dr Turner had explained the why of it to him.

Jacobs Syndrome.

Tom's school medical record revealed that he had the rare male genetic abnormality that resulted in him having a second Y chromosome attached to his XY pair from birth. It was a one in a thousand mutation in men, Giving him XYY sex chromosome trisomies and leaving no "space" in his DNA for the XXX-Virus to latch it's insidious third female X-driven helix onto. Instead - Dr Turner had theorized - it had latched the rest of it's helix onto the extra male chromosome with all of it's mutative might. So the biochemical and molecular changes that would have remolded him into a paradigm of female sensuality had been rerouted through the male aspect of his DNA transforming him forever.

So one in a thousand men stood the same chances he had. Until he found another True Man he would let his sisters live as full a life he could give them. They returned to their school, Ms Summers arranged for classes to resume and even put on extra-curricular events like the gymnastics tournament for them to compete in. At his word teachers and students, nearly all XXX-infected, returned to the school and naturally treated the two girls like super-stars given their relation to his celestial self.

Britney kept up the gymnastics she loved while Jessica reconnected old friends who were just prettier and a lot more sex obsessed than before. She admitted it was weird at times but was happy to head out into TomFest with them to listen to the songs of the Skanks and eat at the savvy Bimbo food vendors who had set up stalls to sell their wares to the gathering masses. All under the watchful guard of a few of his Mammazon enforcers of course.

Tania, his fierce AmazonGoddess headed those squads now, so cowed by her ferocious **** on their numbers all those nights ago. Annemie, the huge Asian Mammazon acted as her second. Tania's first move had been to feed them each her milk adding elements of her own XXX-strain to their own. Each powerful defender had grown bigger, stronger and meaner in their dedication to Tom and even now a group of them outfitted in riot gear held the entrance to the building secure. They had swollen their numbers too, recruiting a group of seven Mammazons led by a large ex-cop now going by the name of Stellar Baker.

Things had been touch and go with the crowd control at first. Once word of Tom had got out on the news-feeds, the rabble had grown from dozens of eager clamoring women to hundreds then over a thousand. A riot had broken out one evening and the mob had tried to rush the building. His Mammazons had struggled to hold the line even as a Beast-form Dr Turner had heroically thrown himself into the horny charging rabble and started group fucking the assailants wildly.

The sight of the good doctor hosing down whole crowds of **** breathtaking infected with his monstrous cock had given Tom an idea when he and his PamelaGoddess had eventually arrived and stilled the crowd with their twin radiant, commanding presences. An idea and a solution to another problem that thing Sierra had left him with... her infernal Pig Pens.

He had toured down into the bowels of Albion Aromatics after Ms Summers reported their discovery. Twenty seven broken uninfected men shackled into dick-milking machines of such base cruel designs it turned the stomach. Freeing them and treating their hurts had been a no-brainer. Releasing them out into an XXX-overrun world had been a more problematic proposal but Dr Turner had come through for him again with what they had fittingly named the "Turner Solution".

Sierra Munroe's organization had included a small research team headed by a very intelligent and incredibly ravishing blonde Bimbo called Dr Eden Kline. She had headed up the milking and semen refining process under Miss Munroe but was happy to be put to the new purpose of studying and improving upon Dr Turner's questionable cure. The stunning woman had a MD in molecular pathology and Sierra had treated her like a glorified milk maid.

Dr Turner had been thrilled to find someone who could discuss the pentamers of viral proteins and sialic acid interactions on a level above even his own. They had become quite the little number working so closely together on the Turner Solution v1.2 even if Tom had to go down there a few times to break up a Beast-form James rigorously fucking the bubbly researcher and her XXX-infected lab staff over their shared workbenches. Apparently they made a little game of she and her research team teasing him into transforming in their off hours but Tom had needed them to focus until it was finally done.

So the twenty seven freed prisoners were given a choice. They could take the refined, reworked Turner Solution and stay with him to rebuild society or take their chances out in the wider world on their own. Surprisingly only four of the men had taken the second choice, citing families they wanted to return to and, in one startling case, a young man who had long wished to identify as a female from before the virus had struck. Tom had wished them well and administered the medicine to the twenty three remaining.

The new solutions effect was nowhere near as dramatic as in the original case of Dr James Turner. When aroused they swelled into six and a half foot tall brutes with physiques somewhere between a football quarterback and an competitive weightlifter. They maintained a lot more control too, reporting back after first being unleashed onto a increasingly dissatisfied mob of lusty beauties to fuck the fight out of them, that it had felt like being monstrously randy with enough inhuman strength, stamina and virility to go all night and then some.

So Tom kept them in reserve and whenever an area of the festival was reporting unrest, then he would unleash his Beastmen on the sex-starved women in it until that section of TomFest was just one big moaning, cum-sticky, satisfied mess. Otherwise he bunked them on the tenth floor with his Mammazons, then proceeded to move the entire barracks down to the fifth when his other live-in staff and women in residence had complained about being kept up half the night by the sounds of breaking furniture, elated screaming and loud power-fucking sex from three floors away.

Tom was just glad they were settling in so well.

"...power and utilities are under your control now, my GodKing." Simone continued, the tablet in her hand forgotten as she openly ogled the BabyGirl in the soft pink frill dress with strawberry bows in her blonde ringlets take a full half of his immense cum-slick girth down her tiny throat with a hungry moan. "Town hall has accepted your offer to take control of these infra-structures in exchange for your breeding services for the councilwomen."

If there was one thing Tom had realized the XXX-infected female population desired more than the potent opiate-like properties of a man's seed in their bodies, it was babies.

The crowds outside had nearly rioted again when his GoddessWife Pamela had first started to show, she was living proof that one man; the one True Man could still spill life into their otherwise barren wombs.

His research team had postulated that the virus rapidly absorbed and consumed the particular blend of proteins and amino acids in semen to increase its rate of growth and propagation. It was the reason it changed regular humans into cum-hungry XXX-sluts in the first place, to create perfect vessels ravenous for what the virus needed most. It was also the reason it kept mutating into more aggressive strains like the Mammazon and Queen Bitch varieties as men dwindled in numbers. It was insidious and it made human reproduction all but impossible.

...Or it had until Tom had manifested his true demi-divine stature. His GodSeed was potent beyond measure, unbelievably voluminous in quantity and forever on tap for his girls or anyone of his heavenly triumvirate of Goddesses deemed worthy to bless. He was the complete one-and-done affair when it came to fertility numbers. With no hint of a refractory period, unlimited access to his women's strengthening. invigorating breast milk and a fathomless wellspring of baby batter forever bubbling and gushing from his GodHead, he was a fertility idol straight out of myth.

He could (and often had) impale some lucky exotic beauty that one of his Queens had selected for him on his massive pole, pump once and fire a gallon of his hot blessing into her. He had distended countless flat, smooth bellies with his prodigious loads and every one of them came away woozily cum-drunk and completely knocked up. Multiple births were fast becoming a norm too, twins were fairly standard though his Goddesses had never produced less than triplets for him.

Two entire floors of the building had been refitted as nurseries and were a favorite place for all his growing horde of women to spend their free time, Holly's fast growing sisterhood of BabyGirls especially loved to nurse and hold the babies. There was something intensely erotic for Tom to see his BabyGirls dressed in their little age-play outfits bouncing one of his infant children in their arms while displaying a fattening baby-belly of their own.

Any woman was free to come and go as they pleased of course but invariably none of them left. After ninety days of endless glutting himself on carnal delights and growing incrementally stronger with each passing day the Tower was bursting at the seams with happy pregnant women. Expansion was not just inevitable, it was a necessity! They would have renamed an entire pediatric wing of the city hospital after him if they had ever needed it but every one of the hundreds of children he sired was born hale and healthy without any complications.

Child birth had become a near religious experience for his womenfolk, they would cluster around a beaming mother as she blissfully eased out her babies while her sisters crooned, sang and wept joyful tears for her. Tom had been gently barred from the ceremonies and he let them have their rituals. After the rites of motherhood were bestowed and the woman recovered, she would be led back to him to feed him her fresh mother's milk and be taken by him until they were pregnant once more.

His overwhelming virility had become his bargaining currency. One look at him and XXX-infected woman would give up all her worldly belongings to bear a child, his child. Gifts like his throne, his women's lavish jewelry and even the bronze statue being erected in his likeness down in the street were sent to curry his favor. Tom accepted them as was his due and blessed whomever he saw fit. All while his Goddesses brought him ranks upon rank of gorgeous girls and exquisite women of every variety to please him and accept his quickening seed.

From up here on high Tom would breed the next generation of humanity, build the foundations of a new kingdom out of the flagging, crumbling city around him and search out other men with his rare genetic condition. They were out there and if even one in ten could make the change as he did then humanity had hope. He would search, seek them out to try and help them make the change if he could, the future depended on it.

He basked in the loving lingual affections of the two enthusiastic BabyDolls and his HollyQueen around his turgid length until the elevator dinged and His PamelaWife entered the penthouse, smiling and overflowing with new life. He came just at the sight of her, sparkling like the crown jewel she was in that vibrant forest green dress and all her regal accouterments. He bathed the squealing girls at his feet in his royal cum until it dripped from their beaming faces, slender necks and sweet bulging tits to run wetly down over their protruding baby-bellies.

Behind Pamela was a train of five beautiful awestruck infected; a lithe young olive skinned, dark haired beauty in pink lingerie. Two petite Asian girls in outrageously small sailor outfits who could have been twin K-pop superstars. An ebony skinned MILF with deliciously thick tits, ass and thighs wearing only a sheer white spaghetti-strap sundress that fell to mid-thigh and a buxom Latina lady with long, flowing midnight hair, smooth tanned skin and saucy glint to her hazel eye that Tom liked the look of.

Gently shooing his Babygirls away - they were already pregnant after-all - Tom sat up straight, his massive GodCock swaying upright in his lap drawing every eager eye and preparing to get to work. To grow his family and his legacy. To expand his influence and build an empire. To fuck and breed for the future of all humanity.

Tom had a world to save.

THE END