Living arrangements

The nighttime breeze felt good on your skin. There was no real way to avoid the feeling that the company had sent you there for one basic purpose: to pump your dick with all sorts of junk and see what stuck and what did not. Unfortunately for you (or fortunate for the company, depending on how you looked at things), you were definitely going to be dealing with permanent issues related to your sperm-shoveling machine between your legs. Inventory-wise, you scanned the empty vials and checked the notes related to what you had pumped into your body. You had the power now to alter someone's physical appearance, alter their mental and emotional make up, your body didn't have a measurable refractory period, your sperm load and production levels were now enhanced even more than before (And you were already unnaturally productive to begin with) and there was a measurable growth in girth and width. You weren't sure how you would explain it to the girls back home but you were sure of one thing.

None of your girls would ever complain about needing dick every again.

The sound of the door to the room caused you to look back and the newest girl in your group sauntered out and came over to you. "It got a bit cozy in there," she whispered and then smiled happily as you motioned for her to come over and you wrapped your arm around her. "Thanks..."

A few moments later, you looked down at her. "I didn't ask you, of course, but what are you going to do now? You're not from where I'm from."

She sighed and rested her head against your chest. "No one was going to be able to take care of me, my level was already super high. They said I had maybe 3 or 4 weeks, max, before I would start going into shock and seizing. Compared to that, well, moving someplace completely new ain't so bad."

You nodded. "Suppose that's true."

She nodded and the two of you stood there for a few moments before she looked up at you. "So, how many women do you have living with you?"

"Two before I came here, my coworker and my father. No, don't ask." You looked back at the darkened room. "There's Monica and Brandi and Stephanie, though the other two will be going back to their homes after all of this." You then turned your head and looked at her. "That leaves 4, including you."

She turned her head back to look out at the ocean. "I guess being 1 of 4 can't be too bad. Either share with the others or die, not that hard a choice."

"You sure you don't want input on how you look? I'm letting you choose."

She laughed a bit and then turned her head back up at you and kissed you sensuously and then placed her hand on your chest. "That's sweet...but I'm tired of being the alpha bitch. It didn't help me in my current life...plus, for some reason, I trust you on this. I usually don't...but something about you...about this...it's just making sense to let you." You didn't tell her why she felt that way, it wouldn't help matters any. "Besides, with my two girls and my husband locked down in quarantine, it's only a matter of time." She looked behind the two of you at the doorway. "You got several blondes, from what Monica told me, and a black girl. I'd be curious to see what you choose next."