The Fertile Matheu Family

It takes some convincing to get Irie off of me just as Diwa, still glistening and nude from her shower, lets in my latest guest. My instructions to Katherine Matheu had been straightforward and skewed to take advantage of her punishment: I told her to bring her adult daughter to Sophia’s address, because my “ideal lovers” would serve “my best interests” by participating in today’s party. Neither Kimberly nor her beanpole daughter are particularly great catches, but 50 gems in either means I won’t get them pregnant and also means they’ll get me up to the next (hopefully last) phase of the orgy achievement pillar. With my Vita in hand and Irie cockily returning her focus to Sophia, I get up just in time to watch the horrified expressions grow on Kimberly Matheu’s face as well as that of her daughter…

… and daughter…

… and daughter…

… and twin daughters.

I stand stunned as a troupe of six women enter my domain. Diwa, whose huge tits remain out while a bath towel wraps her waist, closes the door behind them before moving past us all to introduce herself to the guests who’re already participating. I look at each in turn, and none have yet to pull their horrified or stunned eyes away from the group in the living room.

“Oh… Jesus, this is the party?!” one of them finally manages .

As I check my Vita, a slew of messages appear on my screen and answer a question I kept avoiding until now:

MASTER OF CEREMONIES
Have an orgy with at least 12 attendants: COMPLETE. 100 GEMS AWARDED!
Have an orgy with at least 16 attendants: COMPLETE. 150 GEMS AWARDED!
Have an orgy with at least 20 attendants: 16/20. 200-GEM AWARD.

WARNING! You’re over your gem limit! Spend the excess gems before they’re lost at midnight!

GEMS: 494/300(!)

So that’s what happens when I go over? I suppose it was a given that they wouldn’t short-change me outright; I’m still not sure why I even have a limit, given how well I’ve done for the succubi. So now I know I just need to keep the number low just before midnight; my original fear of losing all excess gems outright was either addressed by patch or never warranted in the first place. In a less critical moment, I might’ve thought long and hard on who I’d want to use these gems on… but right now I have to contend with six strangers joining my first orgy. Six strangers with no Gem Health Program to keep me from accidentally knocking them up.

“Ms. Matheu, I didn’t know you had… so many daughters,” I hesitantly note as I quickly add some features to her basket.

KIMBERLY MATHEU
Mother Knows Best (She resumes home schooling her adult daughters, but only to educate them on being sluts and no one involved can refuse.)
Call of the Matriarch (Causes arousal in any adult in her family who hears or touches her.)
TOTAL COST: 50 gems. OK? Purchased!

I leave her awareness off for that last addition; the frustration she feels from just the punishment alone is enough for now. “Why don't you... introduce me to them?”

Mother Matheu struggles to peel her eyes from all the debauchery going on in the pit, particularly as Diwa passes between all the clothed ladies to join the mess, starting with the therapeutic makeout session that now incorporates an unwelcomed third. “I... must, of course,” she groaned as she waved at the eldest of them: a squat, voluptuous version of her mother, the same face almost down to the hairline but an inch shorter than me and thick-bodied all around rather than in parts here or there. The whole clan appears to be raven-haired like their mother, though the latter is no doubt a dye job as I now see some gray roots appearing at the crown of her head. This younger model keeps her hair in a tight bun with a few stray, wavy wisps showing that it would fall down to the middle of her back if permitted.

I follow the introductions along with the Vita as she makes them. “This is Catherine, my first... and she... recently divorced, so she is available to become your wife, if you wish it.”

“I'm... really confused right now, is this the guy you told me I need to serve?” While the mother struggles with every word **** out of her by her punishment, her daughter appears totally oblivious to the horrible implications of her part of the punishment: she is, indeed, being instructed to serve me as a wife or lover, except her awareness apparently only lets her seem a bit annoyed at worst. Her heavy black eyes lay on me with a surprising intensity that gets me eager for- “I'm not even done dumping one loser, you really think you can play matchmaker this quickly?” ... hrm. She has her mother’s irritating voice, too, and a nasty disposition besides. Not a great attitude... so let's see what 50 gems can give us to fix it. It's been quite awhile since I've found any desire to apply Resistance Conditioning, but with the right options...

CATHERINE MATHEU
Good Morning, Master (She will feel compelled to refer to the User or anyone he designates by whatever title or alternative name User orders.)
Resistance Conditioning (Good Morning, Master): starts masturbating furiously and publicly.
Goblin Child of the Giant x2 (Loses eight inches of height per rank (max 3 ranks) and loses a proportional amount of body mass.)
Horny Hatred (Negative emotions or thoughts felt towards User cause her comparable physical arousal.)
Pride in Her Chest (Her breasts do not shrink below D-cup for her original body build.)
Angry Drooler (Anger or other negative emotions cause her to drool uncontrollably; she is compelled to not try to control or stop her drooling once it starts.)
Resistance Conditioning (Angry Drooler): twists her nipples painfully.
Hotkey: Summon Custom Girl (3-mile radius, unlimited.)
TOTAL COST: 55 gems. OK? Purchased!

I turn her awareness on for the punishable offenses and watch, with a smirk, as the haughty woman shrinks in size... but blows up in chest until they're all that keep the oversized t-shirt on her. She pays it little mind except to grip onto her pants as she shrinks from nearly six feet down just above four. Angry as she looks staring up at me, "goblin" does seem a fitting title... “You'll call me 'Master' from now on, got it?”

The shortest Matheu grimaces in obvious disgust. “As if I'd ever call you that!”

“So what are you going to call me?” I ask with a knowing smile, already moving on to one of the twins as I speak.

“Mom, tell me you've got anyone else other than this M... Ma... nugh?!” Catherine gasps as her hands, once concerned with holding up her jeans, now let them fall as her hands go to work. As anger and confusion cascade over her, a pop-up greets me once I pull up who I think must be one of the twins.

NOTICE: LINKED ENTITY DETECTED -- LINK IS FEMALE

DEVELOPER NOTE: Wow, what a lucky find! You've discovered someone who's soul is actually linked with another human being, probably because they're some kind of twin but possibly for some other reason! Our system also detects the linked person is ALSO eligible to become a Custom Girl! What does this mean? Well, it turns out that every customization you buy for just one of these two Custom Girls will automatically cost 10% more gems... but it will apply to BOTH! It's basically a really specialized, automatic Custom Clique! At this time, the Custom Girls Development Team does not have the power or knowledge to un-link souls.

I glance up at the twins as Catherine goes into an angry, masturbating fit on the floor. As she visibly struggles to swallow her spit, one hand leaps up and violently twists her own nipple, causing her to gasp in shock and pain. Satisfied, I glance up at the twins. Like their elder sister, they have deep pools of darkness for eyes; unlike their sister, they look almost nothing like their mother, each one sporting a petite nose, almond-shaped face, and distinct hairstyles (one cut nearly down to a buzzcut, the other long locks of straightened, black hair) and both being board-skinny and flat. While the others have at least some indicia of a tan, these two are clearly either indoor adults or else wearing layers of skin-paling makeup, though from what I can tell they're also both somewhat athletic in build. That's where their styles stop matching, however: their clothes are totally mismatched with loud, punk jeans and a simple, conservative black dress, respectively. “And these two?” But I already know their names as I choose Lena for my effects.

“Lena and Alice,” Kimberly grimly declares as she tries to make sense of her eldest (and shortest) daughter's behavior.

“Heeey,” they say in the sort of unison I thought only existed in anime and TV. Neither seem half as bitchy as their elder or mom, but they’re clearly nervous in this environment.

It hits me again. Twins, David. TWINS! To think I almost picked a punishment other than the one that recruits this clan into my bedroom! Now they’re here, served on a platter to be my lovers. “Alice? That's my sister's name!” I try to make chit-chat while my cock twitches in plain view. There's no shame left at this point as I finish up the cart to morph her daughters.

LENA MATHEU
Blood is Thicker (She transmits pleasure she feels to family members within ten feet, and vice-versa, so long as it was not already transmitted from another.)
Push for Lotion (She will immediately produce excessive vaginal lubrication if any object or other person is touching her labia or clit.)
Paragon Acrobat (Her body gains perfect flexibility and stamina within human limits without changing appearance.)
Petty Pride (If User suggests her sexual performance is somehow inferior to that of another, she'll be driven to prove User wrong.)
TOTAL COST: 60 gems. OK? Purchased!

Lena was the more conservative twin by appearances, bearing a traditional beauty that did not change at all with the expensive features I got for her. Alice, meanwhile, populates on my app with the same purchases... and with the Gem Health Program button enabled! Literally a two-for-one, as if getting twins into the orgy wasn't prize enough. As I take them in, I watch as both grow uncomfortable and start rubbing their thighs together… oh, right. When any object touches their crotches… so I guess panties would count, huh?

Catherine, still struggling to stop her conditioning, groans her frustration while her mom tsks between sighs as arousal roils inside her and all her daughters. The double feed of Sophia is working it’s magic on the mother… and her arousal is compounding into her daughters in turn, and now the twins are multiplying the same and… well, they’ve all only been here a few seconds and each is growing red in the face. “Catherine, I… told you to be willing for your future husband, not eager like a… like a whore.”

“Actually, I love eager,” I interject, “almost as much as I love nudity. Now that we’re all here, in fact, shouldn’t we all be naked?”

The invitation means nothing to the ongoing, moaning pile in the pit: Irie already discarded her dress and Dr. Amand and Chan are halfway through stripping each other as it is. The Matheu women, meanwhile, are basically teetering over the brink already. I look at Kimberly expectantly… and she nods with a frown.

“You all… already know… what to do,” came her acknowledgement through clenched teeth.

“That includes you, Kim,” I casually declare, “so lead by example.”

“You… how? What’s happening to me?!” Catherine finally manages to moan out before slurping her drool up again, and again suffering the wrath of her left hand at her sore nipple.

I glance down at her and reiterate, “Call me ‘Master,’ Cath, and I bet it’ll stop, you know?”

My casual instruction shocks her, but only briefly before she again hatefully replies, “Hell no-aah?!”

I go through the last two daughters as the lot of them begin to undress, Catherine struggling to do so with one hand as her mother’s punishment and her own conditioning duke it out. Starting with the younger one, readily identifiable because of that tall, thin body in the diagram:

DANIELA MATHEU
Flash the Runway (She feels obligated to show off her nudity and pose when men look at her.)
Protein Supplement (Semen invigorates her, acts as a meal replacement, and becomes highly addictive.)
Big Sister (She can exert domination over her sisters based on how much taller she is than them.)
Redwood x2 (She grows three inches in height, max 4 ranks.)
TOTAL COST: 55 gems. OK? Purchased!

I did not consider just how tall Daniela was; before, she was 6 feet and 4 inches, and now standing at just two inches shy of seven feet… well, suffice it to say I’m almost intimidated as she grows out of the clothes she’s already dutifully discarding.

Her expression seems more like worry than hate. As her clothes peel off I see that she has almost no breasts to speak of, and the omission of any enhancements to her assets in Custom Girls was a strange one. While the twins revealed that they weren’t as flat as their bras suggested, Daniela showed a distinct lack in working out… or maybe even eating. Her ribs were visible in her thin body, and while Ivette near-miraculously kept her breasts during her malnutrition, this girl had almost no fat to speak of. When at last the panties came off, I also realized she’s the only one present who fully waxes her crotch; there is no hair anywhere on her body and, now that I look at her humble face more specifically, no eyebrows either. Even her head hair is drawn back tight in a bun, as if to minimize its presence on this tree of a woman.

Her eyes fall upon me with that somber expression… and she bites her lip as she stares so intently. She… likes that I’m looking at her. Or maybe Flash the Runway doesn't give her a choice. I pause long enough that the rest get naked as well: the twins show just enough chest to distinguish themselves from athletic boys, each with tiny areolas and puffy nipples that grow erect in this environment. Mother Matheu is far less charming: an unkempt bush, leg stubble, and an uneven silhoutte where sagging skin and breasts tell the story of her age and of the small army she's given birth to over the years. Self-care was apparently never part of the equation; she looks a mess, and not a particularly hot one. Catherine, now short and petite enough to be considered a dwarf but for those ridiculous tits, keeps herself in better condition, certainly than Mother Matheu or... well, the last daughter to consider, whose hairy legs, crotch, and arms went with thick eyebrows to bring offense to what was otherwise a very nice, shapely body in between all the archetypes of her sisters. Taking inventory of them all, it dawns on me that maybe only Catherine and Kimberly are over 30; the rest are young, though it's hard to tell just how young. Daniela might be my age, but I get the hunch that the rest are all in their twenties, probably born close together (the twins obviously so).

I finally pull that last, hairy sister's information, not waiting for mom to come to her senses and finish the introductions. Her options all appear **** and oddly affordable, but I just need to get her past the 50 line to finish inoculating this whole tribe against the worse consequences of an orgy with strangers.

PATRICIA MATHEU
Enforced Hygiene (She loses all body hair below the eyebrows and produces no unpleasant odors.)
Guided Love (User's interactions with her will always arouse her.)
Gullible Sex Object (She will unquestioning believe anything User tells her as long as it relates somehow to sex.)
Fanatical Cum Guzzler (Taking semen in any hole makes her obsessed with the donor until she receives semen from someone else.)
Sensitive Breasts (All pleasure she feels from her breasts or nipples is quadrupled.)
TOTAL COST: 57 gems. OK? Purchased!

GEMS: 217/300

A whopping 277 gems spent in just under three minutes... and still so much to give. “So this must be Patricia.”

Kimberly flinches at my sudden identification of her child. “How... did you know that?”

“I did my homework,” I lie.

Patricia, now in the buff but oddly comfortable seeming in it, walks up to me with her new, hairless body and raises her thick eyebrows in an honest, curious expression. She's just as aroused as her sisters, of course, but somehow she seems... intently focused, like she's able to ignore it outright just to analyze me. She gets close... very close as her fat nipples nearly graze me as she leans in to see my face. Given her new perk, maybe I should come in her last...

“So you're going to be my husband?”

“Eh... hi, and well, maybe more like your... lover.” That's the word the punishment uses, but it feels odd saying it to this weirdly intense, serious woman. Certainly there's something "off" about her, but it's hard to place. Maybe it's how calm she seems during-?

“Are you bigoted towards neurodivergent persons?”

“W-What?”

She narrows her eyes and recites something so quickly as to prove she's practiced or said it many times before. “Bigoted: unreasonably prejudiced or hateful towards a certain kind of people due to a shared trait or situation. Neurodivergent: a difference in mental or neurological function, atypical for people. And persons... you know what persons are. So are you?”

I back away a step. She follows one step. “Eh... no?”

She narrows her eyes up at me... but nods with a soft smile. “That is a relief. I would hate to be the lover of someone like that.”

During the pause between sentences, in Patricia's mind:

Mother said we are to become one with this man, all of us, even Tricia who's still booking a flight back from Canada who needs to pack her plants because she cares for them so much that she didn't let me play with them even though I like plants too but I just can't keep them alive and why should that be a reason I can't touch them? And even Ophelia who hates her all-girls school and just got pulled out even though its her graduating year so she'll be stuck finishing her diploma online just so she can be another wife to this man which means I and all of us have to clean his house and do his chores and love him and hug him and have sexual intercourse with him which I don't even really want to do but it's the right thing to do based on what mom kept saying about dad before he passed away and it's obviously something he likes since there's so many people having intercourse or outercourse or something-course in this living room. Is that why I feel so horny right now? Maybe my body wants this as part of a biological requirement and I guess that's also why and how we have so many sisters and two brothers because mom needed to keep serving dad as a good wife and I guess dad also really liked sex since he had it at least eight times to make the nine of us and probably would've had more if he didn't die. So if that means having kids until your lover dies and I need to serve this high schooler as a good wife and he isn't dead so I need to have all his babies as long as he lasts which is scary and kind of machine-like in a not-cool way but at least he seems honest and nice and isn't a bad person who hates people for thinking different and I feel horny around him or his sex parties so I guess if I have to be his and I'm supposed to be a good partner that means he needs to put babies in me. I bet he even likes Wikipedia articles and scientific journals and reading about string theory and maybe some other things we can talk about even though you don't need to talk to make babies so even if he doesn't like any of those things and we never say a word then at least he's not a jerk and it could be worse and I have to anyways so that's fine I'll let him put babies in me. I should let him know.

“You can put babies in me.”