Take some notes

"You're sure you don't want to take a swim with me?" Emily asks with a pouty face.

I have a hard time resisting the urge to put my dick between those sexy full lips and fuck her face. This girl is way too gorgeous. "Now I want to draw some more. But don't worry, I will join you soon and fucky your brains out."

She gives me a radient smile and blows me a kiss. "You better keep your promises." she replies, and then she turns around and run to the sea. The sight of her barely covered round ass jumping away is testing. Ignoring my hard-on, I take my book and start writing.

Little did she know, Emily had been both deflowered and impregnated at the same time, as Zanzibar's semen had the ability to always **** the women he was having sex with for the first time to ovulate and never miss a fertilization, systematically ending up in the birth of a healthy baby girl. She would thus be the very first one to experience the stange phenomenons that went with carrying one of his babies: Her aging process would slow down to the point that it would take decades for her to look thirty and she would then stop aging altogether and her body would never deteriorate. She would never have tanmarks agains, her skin having the strange hability to darken in a harmonious way. Within a few days, her tits and ass would permanently grow way above what could be pass off as natural, at the rate of one inch per night, and it would only stop when Zanzibar would be entirely satisfied. Her lips would grow slightly fuller and her thighs thicker, but her body would not change much in appearance otherwise, only adjusting itself in a way that would please Zanzibar. The pregnancy would make her belly grow extremely fast, a month worth every two days, without hasting the baby's growth or delivery, but right after childbirth it would only take her a night of sleep to have her waist revert to the same slimness as the day she met Zanzibar. Despite the weight surplus, either temporary or permanent, she would never suffer negative consequences from her new shape. Her bones, muscles, joints and organs would mutate to be able to support those changes without causing her pain, discomfort or loss of physical abilities. If anything, she would gain stamina and swiftness. Her chest would never sag and will stand without needing bras, which will soon become uncomfortable to wear anyway with the exception of lingerie and swimsuits. Furthermore, she would never get beads or stretch marks either. Her holes would remain forever tight, only extending during the penetration just enough to maximize the pleasure without causing pain. Her nipples, anus and throat would become extremely sensitive, to the point that she could orgasm by stimulation of any of those body parts, and it would be ten time more intense with her vulva. However, she wouldn't be able to receive sexual pleasure from or feel sexual or romantic attraction toward any man except Zanzibar. By this point she would be addict to his cum and need him to fill her dayly, but she would also have an obsessive need to see him seduce and fuck other beautiful women and gather a gigantic harem. She would love all the changes to her body and mind, never regretting any of it, and every person he would later impregnate would follow the same process.

It takes me a while, as I want to be sure I thought about everything. I want my fantasies to realize, but I don't want Emily or my other future conquests to pay the price of my forgetfulness. For good measure, I sketch a quick drawing of the beach with the booth of my first conquest right in the middle covering half of the sheet. Then I add a new note.

When Emily turned around to flash Zanzibar her boobs, she realized an entire villa had appeared out of nowhere. It included all facilities and comfort she could wish for the next few days and it was like it was custom-made for her.

At the very moment I close the book, she turns around with both her tits out, a beaming smile on her face which instantly turns into a look of amazement.