Meet the parent

You smiled as you relaxed in a comfortable chair and watched from afar as your daughter Joan, shortly before her nineteenth birthday, looked through the list of body alterations she could make without needing to wait for years and years.

Naturally, she was extremely confused and called, "Mom! Dad!"

Her parents didn't rush to her terminal, but they didn't dawdle, either. "What is it, sweetie?" Nora asked.

"Well, I'm looking through the list of changes I can request and have them go through immediately," Joan said, gesturing at the terminal's holoprojection. "And, well, these are nothing like what you and dad have, or your parents. Hell, I'm already bigger than both of you and I'm not done growing yet! I saw a genetic tech a few days ago because I was worried that I was already as big as you, you were one of the earliest cases of that glitch, right, mom, and she told me that I was probably going to get quite a bit bigger, she even stripped off and told me that I'd probably be bigger than her and she was a lot bigger than either of you!" Joan paused in her rambling.

You chuckled. You found the occasional excuse to insert yourself in your first daughter's life.

"Let's compare right now, shall we?" Hugh suggested, taking off his shirt, then his pants, letting his dick hang free. It didn't take much for him to get hard, especially with Nora's body stretching and flexing as she took her clothes off, letting her chest bounce freely.

Joan also took off her clothes so that she could compare her body to her parents. She was no taller than Nora, but they quickly determined that her breasts and ass were already larger, while her dick, once she jerked it hard, was a solid twenty inches long.

"From what I've been learning in school now that I'm an adult," Joan said, "I shouldn't have grown much more, maybe not at all, but definitely not to the point where I'm bigger than both of you!"

Nora and Hugh looked uncomfortably at each other.

"Joan, there's a few things we haven't told you," Hugh said. "But I want you to be sure that your mother and I love you very, very much and we don't want this to change any of that, okay?" Nora nodded agreement.

Joan narrowed her eyes at both of them. "You're about to tell me that you're not my real parents, aren't you."

"Well, I guess that depends on how you define 'real'," Nora said. "We're the ones who raised you and looked after you, aren't we? That's what parents do."

Joan nodded but still looked skeptical.

"How much have you been learning about fetishes and kinks in school, Joan?"

"Oh, plenty. We've been learning about how things are so much better now than they used to be when we were all icky flesh and blood instead of perfect projections run by infallible computers. Especially when it comes to kinks and fetishes! And even just body stuff in general, like not kinky at all! Did you know that people used to have to have extensive surgery done and take lots of **** if they didn't feel right in their own bodies? Can you imagine? And even then a lot of them couldn't!"

"We know, Joan," Hugh said. "Both of your grandmas, Julia and Inez, took advantage of the upload to get around all of that. But that's not the point here. The point is that, well, I have a cuckold fetish. I get off on seeing your mom be fucked by other people."

"And eventually I realised that I get off when I see Hugh getting aroused by watching me get fucked by other people," Nora added.

Joan's eyes went wide, but her head nodded in understanding. "Ohhh! So you have an open marriage? We learned about those, too."

"Something like that, yeah," Nora chuckled.

Something clicked in Joan's mind-pattern. "Is that why all of my brothers and sisters and me don't look all that alike?"

"Exactly," Hugh said. "You're all half-siblings. Of course, don't go telling them that just yet, we'll have that conversation with each of them when the time comes."

Joan nodded agreement, then asked, "Wait, we're all half-siblings? Then... that means only one of us is your kid, dad? At most."

Nora nodded. "I let myself get fucked by just about anyone who wants it, especially if Hugh's around to watch. And I haven't had my anti-pregnancy protection turned on since I retired."

"So... which of us is your kid, then, dad? I'm assuming I'm not, given this." She waved a hand at the holoprojection again. "Or have you and mom even had a kid together yet?"

"By some miracle we actually have, given how much cum Nora stuffs in her twat," Hugh said. "Hot, messy creampie after hot, messy creampie... Anyway, it's your oldest half-brother Callum. He only just turned eighteen a month or so ago, as you know, and we'll tell him about this when the time is right."

"OK, but that doesn't answer my question about who my father is," Joan said. "Or whoever I got my genecode from, anyway." She gave Hugh a hug. "You raised me as well as any daughter could expect from a father, whereas this person's a deadbeat, so as far as I'm concerned you'll always be my real dad."

"Well, I don't know that I'd say she's a deadbeat. We found the occasional mysterious package for you over the years, filled with stuff that we couldn't have afforded even when I was a soccer star, never mind now!" Nora said.

"OK, but still, who out there's got tits out to here"--Joan gestured in front of her chest as if she had boobs at least four times larger than her current pair--"tentacles, and three twenty-foot dicks? I'd have thought I'd have found at least one porn holo of her."

"Well, it's a bit of a funny story," Hugh said. "I get the feeling that she's a bit mysterious and reclusive..."

You sat back and chuckled at Nora and Hugh's take on your encounter with them almost twenty years prior.

"And then nine months later we had you, and you know the rest," Hugh finished.

"Why do you think she was an uploader?" Joan asked. "I didn't think any of them would even try having dicks that big, most of them are still too pussy to try even a small three-foot dildo."

"She was filthy rich, she seemed to know a lot about the simulation, she implied that she'd already been around for a while when she first watched me play at the start of my career. Given the timing I can't think she was anything but an uploader," Nora said. "I guess she just adapted better than most; she didn't seem at all surprised when I had no hesitation about taking her dicks in my holes, at least not on account of their size."

Joan nodded again. "Well, I guess I'd like to meet her some day, but for now I've still got to figure out what I want to do with all of this," she said, going back to the holoprojection of her permitted body changes.

"If you want my advice," Hugh said, "I'd go for the tentacles and the prehensile cock, just the one though. Let everything else grow to your natural size. Or accelerate that now, as you prefer. I wouldn't go for anything bigger, or for the extra dicks, you'll need to get compression clothes and those are expensive."

Nora nodded. "Compression clothes came onto the market not long before my career ended. My team actually offered to buy a bunch but by that point I was so used to being unable to see the ball at my feet that I figured I might get worse if I saw ball instead of boob when I looked down! And you also have to consider that if they're that big you won't be able to get them out in most places."

Joan cupped her oversized scrotum and giggled very inappropriately. Nora gave her a playful swat.

"Those are good points," the young woman said, nodding. "I'll keep them in mind."

"All we can ask for," Hugh said. "This is a decision you've got to make for yourself, the system won't work if it detects anyone else attempting to pressure you into going one way or another."

Joan nodded again and turned back fully to her terminal, pondering her choices as her parents left the room, putting their clothes back on as they did.

At that point you shifted your projection to the front door of their modest house and rang the bell.

Nora answered the door. "Hello--" She cut off as she realised who you were. "Katelyn?" Her mind-chip forcibly made the links down the logical chain that led her to conclude that you were wearing strong compression pants, which explained your lack of massive cocks. In truth you only had your usual single dick. "Honey, Katelyn's here!"

Hugh came to the door as well. "What brings you here?" he asked. "Don't you normally just leave a box at the door and run?" There was no bite in his voice, however; people couldn't actually get angry with you now.

"What, can't I come to visit my firstborn when she's making one of the most momentous decisions of her life?" you asked. You could see the code running Nora and Hugh's minds skip a track as they were **** to ignore any questions about just how you knew what Joan was doing and simply accept that you did. It was still a bit disconcerting, but you'd grown much more confident that slip-ups like that wouldn't expose you.

And besides, now that nothing existed outside the simulation, if you ever did screw up badly enough, you could just reverse time without throwing the instruments out of whack or forcing people to ignore the temporal incongruities that resulted.

"I'm not saying you can't," Nora said, "but you understand that I'd have a lot more sympathy for your request if you'd done more than just fuck me, knock me up, and leave the occasional anonymous present for Joan." Then her smile turned lascivious. "Now, if you want to fuck me again, that's another matter entirely. Still haven't met anyone with quite the memorabilia collection you have, and you know I'm always open for my fans."

"Is now really the time, honey?" Hugh asked.

Nora just gave him a look that said it was always the time for her to fuck a fan.

Joan came bouncing down the stairs in a loose crop top and shorts, her boobs and dick moving visibly beneath them. "Mom, Dad, who is--Ms. Mills?" she said, astonishment in her voice. Then she shifted to worry. "Oh, no, was something wrong with my genecode that you didn't spot at my appointment?"

Nora and Hugh gave you an odd look, but you didn't feel like explaining so you simply prevented them from asking the obvious question about why this absurdly rich lady was a gene tech, and specifically how she ended up as her daughter's gene tech.

"No, no," you said. "It is your genecode that I want to talk with you about, but not because there's anything wrong with it from your scans." You looked from parents to daughter and back again. Everyone else in their family wasn't at home right then. "May I come in?" You could just **** your way in; arguably Joan and Nora had already given you permission, but you didn't want to make a scene, even one you could suppress.

Hugh narrowed his eyes, then sighed. "All right," he agreed. You stepped over the threshold.

You stood awkwardly while Nora and Hugh sat down on a couch together, your tentacles flapping a bit.

"Well, Joan," Nora said, "this is Katelyn Mills. Your--"

"--father. I figured, from what I overheard," the young woman said. She looked at you, then embraced you as best she could given how chesty both of you were. "That's for the gifts," she said. Then she broke the hug, pulled back a fist, and punched you as hard as she could right in the abdomen while her knee came up to nail you in the crotch. You weren't hurt, of course, nor was she, but it was a hefty dull blow nonetheless, as Joan had inherited her athleticism from both of her parents.

"And that's for being a fucking deadbeat and not being in my life until last goddamn week! And even then you didn't tell me!" She was emotional, but still not truly angry. You knew she was acting more out of shock from having certain critical parts of her life turned inside-out in the last half hour.

She flounced over to a chair and dropped her butt down on it. Nora subtly gestured toward another chair, and you sank down in it.

"Look, Joan, it's not that I didn't want to be a part of your life. But I felt it would be best if I left you to your mom and dad." Joan smirked as you acknowledged Hugh as her dad. "I can try to explain, though, if you'll let me. Privately," you added, with a look toward Nora and Hugh.

Joan narrowed her eyes at you. "All right, fine," she said, agreeing. "But this had better be good."

She flounced back up the stairs and you followed her. Opening the door to her room, she gestured you in before closing it behind her and engaging its lock that would prevent anyone else from even asking to be invited in, so that you wouldn't be interrupted.

"All right, explain," she demanded. "And if I don't like it I never want to see you again. I'll get an exclusion order if I have to."

You chuckled internally. Normally those were pretty effective; they couldn't prevent all contact between the people to whom they applied, since sometimes they had completely innocent and unrelated reasons to be in the same place, but they were absolutely effective at preventing intentional contact. Of course, none of that would stop you if you really wanted to. If you were truly determined to be a part of Joan's life, you would be, and you could even make her happy about it if you had to.

"Okay," you agreed. "So, the first thing you need to know is that you're not going to be able to tell anyone else about what I'm about to say."

Joan's eyes remained narrowed. "Okay. I promise I won't tell anyone else."

"No, I mean you literally won't be able to..."

You told Joan an edited version of your story. You didn't tell her about the virus but rather framed it as a glitch in the system upon upload that led to your mind-pattern controlling the central servers and consequently the entire simulation. You didn't tell her about the T'nin's later visit and instead just gave Isabel's cover story. You didn't tell her that nothing outside the station existed any more.

But it was enough for her to understand that... "Wait, are you saying I'm God's daughter?"

"Kinda, yeah, I guess," you said. "My first daughter."

"Whoa," she said. "Does that make me, like, a demigod or something?" Her eyes lit up in excitement, all of her earlier annoyance with you vanished. "Are you here to give me my special powers? I've read stories like that, God's kid doesn't know it but then she finds out later in life and gets all sorts of cool powers and--"

"I'm not going to give you any 'cool powers' or anything like that. Frankly one of me is enough. I'm still not all that comfortable with what happened; I don't think humanity should be controlled by a single person."

"You don't?" Joan asked. "Then, why not find a way to give it up?"

"I looked into that," you said. It wasn't even untrue, though certainly not in the way you knew she'd understand it. "My mind-code got too entangled with the simulation's basic functionality. I couldn't disentangle it without breaking the entire sim. So I had to choose between getting rid of humanity altogether, myself included, or letting us continue to exist, just with me in charge of everything secretly." Eventually your virus just took over doing too much of the second-to-second work of maintaining the sim for the programming to be able to repair itself if you got rid of it, especially as you used your "ignore me doing weird stuff" bludgeon over and over again.

"Okay," Joan said, accepting that. "I guess I'd have to think about which I'd prefer. But what all does that mean you can do?"

"Anything I want, really. You know all those safeguards they teach you about? Well, I can override any of them that I want. There's some I won't, and usually I don't override any of them these days, but I can." You reached out and gave her a pinch on her upper arm. She winced and yelped in pain as you'd taken away her ability to turn that off.

You let that linger for about five seconds before you allowed her to turn off pain again, which she immediately did, having been thinking about nothing except doing that.

"See?" you said.

"OK, I believe you. But still, why weren't you more a part of my life?"

"Because I wanted you to have as normal a childhood as you could. I still just want you to have a normal life, but, well, I am your father"--Joan interrupted by making a raspy breathing noise--"and I still want to give you a few gifts now, and actually make sure they're stuff you tell me you want instead of just what I know you'll like."

"I have one question first," Joan said. "What's with the delay on transformation requests? If you managed to build out all that extra server capacity"--you hadn't told her about the alien tech but she did know that the simulation had a lot more computing capacity available to it than anyone else knew--"can't they just all be done instantaneously?"

"They could all be done instantaneously with the capacity that everyone else knows the sim has," you said. "But there were dumb political reasons why that wasn't chosen, and now that I'm the one making all the decisions about that I'm not running the risk of someone figuring out that it might be me just from the pattern of what's approved and not. So I only approve a relative handful of requests that aren't actually important or prioritised, there's not much of a pattern there."

"Don't you have that little helper daemon that prevents us from looking into that?"

"I do, yeah, but I honestly don't know how much strain it can take. Do you realise how many times I've fucked up and had to rely on it to cover my tracks? People can live forever here, so every time I mess up and potentially expose myself that's one more thing that's got to be suppressed potentially for eternity."

Joan nodded, and you continued, changing the topic. "All right, now, tell me, what all do you know about what the categories of prioritised changes are?"

Your daughter perked up. "There's three, right? There's the parental changes, the transgender changes, and the plurality changes."

"Broadly speaking, yes. When you become an adult, you can shift your body to be more like your parents' bodies. That's why you can give yourself three twenty-foot dicks; it's what I had when I had sex with your mom, so that's part of the genecode that got passed on to you." You paused as Joan nodded. "Though I did limit how much you can change your genitalia," you added. "If you've naturally got all of it, that's what you've got. If not, you can add the other set, but just once, to see if you want it. If you don't, and you go back, you can't change your mind later."

"And that's why Madeline at school just showed up as a centaur one day a few months ago. Her dad's a centaur and so she decided to be one too!" Joan's eyes lit up as she recalled it. "Fuck she has a big cock, too, after school we immediately went to the sex park and I impaled myself on that thing." Her dick twitched and she spurted a bit of cum from the memory.

You nodded. "And then the second category, well, really oversimplifying here, you probably got a better explanation in school honestly, there's some people whose mind-patterns don't match their projected bodies. That's because we tried to copy the flesh-brain as closely as possible, which means stuff like that is still around. Still, it's better than it used to be, since as soon as you become an adult you can just get the body you really want." You didn't go into any of the old societal issues that were no longer relevant in the simulation. "There's also people whose mind-patterns shift in this way, or who fall outside the ternary seemingly implied by our normal body types. They can change pretty much however they want in this way. They're basically shapeshifters, but I keep them from abusing it too much."

"Right, yeah, Robert did that. Just came to school one day, no more boobs, big fat cock. Said his name was Robert now when it used to be... used to be..." Joan tried to say Robert's old name but couldn't. "Robert," she said defeatedly.

You chuckled just a bit awkwardly. "That's a change I put in place," you admitted. "Back when we were flesh and blood and meat, it was considered really rude to use a name someone had rejected. It was called 'deadnaming', and even though it was only ever inadvertent here, it was still distressing enough when it happened that I decided just to make sure nobody could use those any more. My sisters and their husband, they're all trans themselves, though none of them experienced name dysphoria, at least not when it came to the shorter names my sisters preferred, anyway."

Joan nodded again.

"And then the third category," you went on, "the plurality changes. That's another thing that was carried over from the meat days, and again I'm really oversimplifying here. Sometimes there's multiple people sharing a single brain and a single body. It wasn't that common, but we were able to help those people, systems, after the upload. Some of them decided to keep their single body, maybe with alternate forms depending on who's fronting--who's in control at any given moment. Some of them chose to have multiple bodies for the different people in the system, sometimes staying mentally linked, sometimes not if they didn't want to. It was a debated topic at the upload, how it would work with the voting in the sim that was supposed to run things, but, well, the world's dominated by singlets--that's folks like you and me, just one person in one mind"--you hadn't told her about how you'd absorbed Isabel into yourself--"so it was decided that a system, even with multiple bodies, linked or not, would still only get one vote, fractions for each person."

"You could change that now since none of it matters, though, right?" Joan said.

"I could," you admitted, "but it would be a pretty big change, and remember what I told you about my making big changes?"

"That you have to keep them covered up."

You nodded. "Honestly, you have no idea what it feels like for me to open up to someone like this."

"I still kinda resent you for not being more a part of my life."

"I know. And I don't expect you ever to forgive me for that."

It was Joan's turn to nod. "But I do know someone who's plural! Tony came to school a month ago with this really really hot chick on his arm, well, more like he was on hers, she said she was his headmate Victoria and now she had a body all of her own. Then they told us about how they masturbated right after she got her own body and..." Joan trailed off as her cock throbbed at the thought of being able to masturbate the way a plural system with two bodies, both people still running on the same mind-chip, could, never mind the systems you knew existed with hundreds, or even thousands, of members! Not that there were many of those, but they did exist.

"I can do that, you know," you said, swiftly projecting yourself in two more bodies and fucking yourself doggy-style on Joan's comfortable bed.

"Does anyone ever just ask for that? Second body?"

"They do, from time to time," you said. "But I always reject them."

Joan pouted.

"Well, can you at least give me advice about what changes I should get?" she asked. "After all, I've outgrown my mom, so I'm pretty sure all of this stuff is from you."

"Sure," you agreed.

You already knew what was available to her that you'd approve immediately in ordinary circumstances. "Well, I think your parents had a point. Tentacles are pretty useful, and lots of people have them, there's nothing weird about that." You reached one back and used it to stimulate one of your anuses. "And a prehensile cock will let you pleasure your partner, or yourself, in ways that you couldn't otherwise do." You demonstrated by taking out your own thirty-inch shaft and wiggling it around, showing how you could bend it backwards to fuck your own pussy.

"What about the breasts, or the extra dicks?"

"Well, they also had a point on those. You're already going to be extremely busty even by the standards of the simulation even if you make no changes. If you go any bigger you're going to need compression clothing. Same with the dicks; you're probably going to end up about as big as I am right now--yes, I was smaller when I was pretending to be a gene tech--and with two of those you're definitely going to want compression. And forget about making them as huge as I did; I only did that since I could manipulate how much space there was inside my private suite."

Joan nodded. "So you're saying I should stick with the tentacles and the prehensile cock, just like my parents did."

"Well, I would say that," you agreed, "if it weren't for one small matter." You pulled out a portable terminal, looking nothing so much like an old-Earth smartphone, from your cleavage and tapped a few things on it. "Did I mention that every piece of compression clothing is just me willing them into the sim?" You gave your daughter a shit-eating grin. "Your parents know about that but they can't tell anyone, and neither can you now. But I've given you a lifetime pass for free ones--yes, lifetime, even if you never choose to self-terminate. Don't try to use it for others, though, I'll know. This is a gift from me to you and only you, got it?"

Joan nodded. "So you're saying I can have the really big boobs and multiple dicks?"

"If you want. Just not too big, of course."

Joan tapped a few controls. "How does that look?" she asked. On her model, she'd given herself your four tentacles, a bust and butt that were noticeably, but not excessively, larger than what she would have had otherwise, and three dicks that got to forty inches when fully erect.

"I think that'll make you happy," you agreed.

Your daughter smiled. "There is one more thing," she said.

"What is it?"

"Well, I guess you won't do it, you said you don't, but, well, hearing what Tony and Victoria had to say, honestly, I'd love to be able to do that, too, but I'm not plural and so even if you did give other people multiple bodies I feel like I'd be kinda disrespectful since I'd just be taking what they need and using it for myself as a sex thing..." God your daughter was cute when she rambled.

"Joan, Joan," you said. "Don't think like that. This simulation was based on hentai, you learned about that. At some level, everything is a 'sex thing' here. Hell, little secret, no telling, part of why Tony and Victoria decided to get separate bodies was so that they could fuck each other! And soon enough you'll meet Michael and Susan, again, partly because they want to have an orgy! And you know what they'd all say if you showed up with four bodies, even though you're not plural?"

"What?" Joan asked.

"'Wanna fuck?'"

Joan was nonplussed for a moment, then laughed. "You're sure?"

"Absolutely."

"But, you said you don't do this for anyone, mightn't this cause problems when I'm the only non-plural person in the world with multiple bodies?"

"I can cover it up."

"But what if that finally breaks your daemon and you have to take more drastic measures?"

"If that's the price of making my daughter happy, it's one I'd pay every single time," you assured her.

Joan dived on you, forcing you down onto the bed next to your other two bodies, perfectly impaling her twat on your hard dick. She leaned over, her breasts pressing against yours. "I'm still never going to forgive you for being a deadbeat," she told you sternly. "Even though I understand."

"I know," you said. "But I'm still going to try to make you happy." You flipped her over and started plowing her in the missionary position.

"Mmm, gonna override my anti-pregnancy and fuck a baby into me like you did with mom?" she asked, the sexual pleasure building and making her irritation go away.

"Well, not now. And not unless you want it."

Joan shrugged and kept her anti-pregnancy protections fully in place as you stuffed her full of virtual spunk.

Once you were done, Joan went back to the terminal and tapped in her request to have four bodies instead of just one, and otherwise went with the changes she'd already decided on. Her finger hovered over the "Submit" button.

"You promise you'll approve this?"

You nodded and smiled. "I know this will make you happy."

Joan tapped the button. You felt the request flash across your mind-chip and intercepted it before an automated process could filter part of it into the "absolutely not, never" area.

You were tackle-fucked by four bodies with twelve dicks moments later.

"Don't you dare miss the family orgy next month. If I don't get to stick all twelve of my dicks in you then I'll definitely never ever forgive you," she hissed.

Then she started tickling you and you had to freeze the simulation until both of you were satiated and calm enough to talk to her parents again.