The devil's in the details...

Tom looked about his despoiled living room now his present concerns were taken care of. Pamela Hope; his GoddessSlave was forgiven and welcomed back into the fold where she belonged. His precious BabyGirl HollySlave and his wicked Valkyrie TaniaSlave were His without question, His and His alone forever. His powerful feelings of possessiveness might have felt foreign or even alarming to the "old" Tom but the fact he should not only fuck such beautiful women but change and own them so completely too seemed only right to him now. It was the details of how he did it and could replicate it that he needed to straighten out...

Oh sure, he could walk out onto the street right now. His Herculean physic and endlessly insatiable monster cock would draw the XXX-infected sluts like a black hole draws in all creation. He could fuck his way through legions of the gorgeous wanton whores, each one passing out in delirious cum-addled bliss at just a whiff of his potent man-cum but then what good were they? Empty barren vessels that would soak up his godseed like rain onto the cracked, sun-baked desert landscape; always desiring more but never giving anything back. Never bringing forth new life.

He wasn't so deluded as to think it was his seed changing them, he had basted his little princess - still so light in his strong Daddy arms - in it, filled her with it but before his Pamela-Goddess had nourished her, mothered her - she was just like the rest of them. Eye candy at best only good for a pump and dump if he was feeling idle or horny and only then if one of His women wasn't around to receive his greatness. They were, after all, above all others in status purely on the single, simple merit that they were His.

His women, His slaves, His possessions and when they walked down through streets glowing with radiant good health, supreme strength, impossible beauty and fat fertile bellies filled with his heirs... other infected would bow before them knowing themselves inferior on a base animal level of instinct. All because they were His and they loved him, adored him for it! He could see it in his TaniaSlut's eyes, her bright emerald gaze fixated on his face wide with fanatical desire to please him, desperately yearning for him in every possible way, the glimmer of wickedness in the periphery a silent promise that she would do anything he asked of her without question or moral qualm.

God but Tom loved his wicked woman as she held herself propped up against him, drawing hard for air after their latest shared release. Her long full crimson locks falling down her svelte naked form like a soft, silken cloak of living hellfire, plastered in parts to her glowing, shining sweat-slicked skin. His hand returned to her smoothly muscled shelf of an ass and gave it a greedy squeeze making her moan huskily bite her lush, full bottom lip in a pout of desire back at him. He could feel her hot tit-flesh plastered against his ribs, the moister of her sweet lactate smearing and leaking down his side as she rubbed her bullet stiff nipples into his hot skin. It was this honeyed ambrosia he needed to confirm a few ideas...

Tom was all but certain that his PamelaGoddess had the milk to change other common XXX-infected into her new super-strain but did the same properties pass on to the new host? Would his TaniaSlut be able to convert regular XXX-infected girls with her breast milk? Would his BabyGirl Princess be able to? If Pamela was the only one able to pass the strain then that would represent a bottleneck in the means of expanding his fertile harem and build his new kingdom but if not.... Well there was only one way to find out and his precious BabyDoll was preoccupied right now as he gave the SchoolSlut's leaking teet a thoughtful lick making her gasp and giggle.

"Tania, I need you-"

"Mmmm~ Yes Lord! Take me again, you needn't even ask. Just grab me whenev..."

Tom held up his forefinger cutting of his over-eager SexWarrior and began over.

"Tania, bring me one of your un-anointed sisters, we shall nourish them on your milk then see if they are worthy of my seed."

"Please Tom, M-my Love... allow me..." His Pamela **** stuttered, rising shakily from the floor and straightening herself up, even like this she was a heart-wrenching beauty. In her cum-stained lingerie and deshelved hair she was still the type to cause traffic accidents by simply walking down the sidewalk or to grace a runway in a Parisian High Fashion exhibition bringing world-class designers to tears with her unparalleled inner radiance. With a few flicks of her hair and quick touch-ups to her face she looked perfect again; no one would be able to guess she had recently been **** and swallowing her master gargantuan GodCock. It throbbed anew just at the sight of her...

"Don't bother Sweetie" Tania replied with a saccharine sweet smile, "Our Master has asked me to take this one, so why don't you just keep his glorious Cock warm for me until I get back?"

Pamela-Goddess didn't need telling twice or any further motivation, she just glided up to him with inhuman grace and pressed her incredibly lush body up against his front. Wrapping her long, slender arms around his chest she trapped his hot, slick godcock up between their bodies as she let her fingertips gently trace the rocky musculature of his back. Her fingers were feather soft, her manicured nails tracing lines of pleasure across his skin as she pressed herself firmly up against him, looking up into his face with an expression of pure love, endless devotion and true worship.

"I love you my Master, my Tom," She murmered up at him, her lips were so moist, so plush, like perfect strawberry pillows glossed with his cum. "You are more than I could have ever imagined, so perfect and powerful. I'm getting so wet by just smelling you, can you feel how hot you make me? All for you Baby."

Her body was glowing with warmth and Tom could feel heat of her pussy washing against his crotch like a bonfire. Her skin was softer than the most expensive nylon stockings, rubber smooth and devoid of any flaw or imperfection, his tumescent meat-staff pressed up against her sculpted belly and sternum with it's swollen head nestled in the soft valley her mountainous under-boob felt as though it were wrapped within a sheath of the richest silk. She groaned in animal need as it throbbed heavily against her at the magical touch of her skin and she buried her face in his chest to lick and nibble at his flesh like some wanton sex-kitten.

She really was something else, even in the presence of divine, celestial bodies like HollySlave and TaniaSlut; if he was mighty Mars then she was his perfect submissive Venus and the rest of their girls would be the many moons in their joint orbit. With a final lick at his BabyGirl's nipple followed by a hungry claiming of her pouting princess lips he lowered her back to her unsteady feet to wrap both of his powerful, muscle-corded arms around his GoddessSlut and hold her to him.

"Mine." It was a single, simple word but delivered with such rumbling finality that it made his Pamela-Goddess quiver and gasp in his embrace. He held her up as her knees went weak and a pulse of something warm and wet splattered against the base of his monster-cock and swelling balls. She had cum hard and urgently as he claimed her in a single command.

"Yeessss~ gasp Y-y-yours my Love!" She stammered, the quivering and shifting of her golden body against his raging mandick sending a shudder through him and a thick burst of precum to paint the underside of her spectacular cleavage which just made her moan again...

"I love my pretty Mommy and my big strong Daddy," His HollyGirl declared happily in her sing-song voice as she hugged them both, mashing her massive, overblown SchoolSlut knockers against their linked arms. "Maybe I can suck my Mommy's hot boobies again while my Daddy fills my little girl womb with all his yummy, yummy Daddy cum?"

"That sounds nice Princess, Daddy just needs to check on a few things first."

Tania looked down at the three remaining XXX-sluts in the room. Grabbing them by their wrists, ankles and even their hair she had manhandled them easily into place leaned up against the television cabinet. They felt nearly weightless in her grasp and she marveled at her new strength, another gift from her perfect Lord, ungh but she loved him so much!

They moaned and groaned a bit at her rough handling but didn't come out of their cum-addled daze. There was so much of Him in the room now, the smell of and taste of his ambient seed in the air made her shudder in bliss and knocked these lesser XXX-infected out like junkies getting second-hand high in a smoky Chinese opium den.

She had to avert her eyes from his powerful, magnificent body so she could get this done for him, otherwise she would get nowhere unable to do anything but stare adoringly at him and sink her nimble fingers into the molten heat between her sleek thighs. Obeying him was a thrilling pleasure in itself though and she felt her ever-gushing pussy thrum in sizzling hot ecstasy at the knowledge she was following his orders. It was like he was gifting her with a sweet little cum for being an extension of his worldly desires.

...And that was all she was, wasn't she? A good little FuckPet built to ride his glorious GodCock all day long, to take in all his thick, voluminous seed, follow his loving commands and live her life in a pleasure filled pink fog where any thoughts other than those concerning him popped like so many silly soap bubbles. Yes, that is all she was now and it was all so much nicer than her life before!

Looking down at the three unworthy offerings at her feet she could feel the sneer creeping over her face. She had been like them only a short time ago; so base, so weak, so insignificant. Now she was one of His girls; Tom the One True Man and as far as Tania was concerned that put her one step below divinity, on her knees naturally.

She ran a critical eye over the schoolgirl brunette in the torn pink leotard with her buoyant 34D tits spilling out, was she worthy? With tits like that on her barely legal teen figure she was clearly a Bimbo strain, just as Tania had once been but when she measured the caricature of a gymnast's curly brown hair against her own glowing silken locks the comparison was akin to comparing filthy, rusted pig iron to the newest, brightest burnished copper.

Yuck it made her want shake the little slut awake and tear her down a few pegs for fuglying up the room in her magnificent Masters presence.

The next wasn't much better, pink dyed hair - would her milk and her Masters seed change that? Make it real somehow, she bet he could do it and slid a single finger down her body and against her swollen clit at the thought of him again. No, focus up! - wearing some kind of skin tight, fur lined, velvet romper or bodysuit in tiger print that had been torn all the way open down the front exposing gently tanned flesh and a pretty nice rack topped with tight little nipples... but sizing her up beside her SisterSlave Holly revealed no end of short-comings.

Her skin didn't glow enough, her salon hair looked so fucking fake, her lack-luster tits weren't swollen with holy milk, her pussy looked a bit loose, (though her Lord might have been responsible for that), not nearly tight or pretty enough! How had any of these sad bitches been allowed anywhere near her great Lord's soul-changing monstercock? Tania wanted to spit on her in disgust.

The last one was the dusky skinned, coffee-haired brunette in a black, spray-on minidress with cutaways that she could barely make out as the entire thing was bunched up around her waist leaving her tits and ass on display. Sure she had those dark smokey eyes and that skin had the exotic rich tone of someone from the Mediterranean or perhaps the Middle East but her limbs where not nearly as long or lissome as that GoddessSlut Pamela nor was her ass as deliciously full, delightfully heart shaped or sculptured as pertly as Tania's own.

They were all disappointments in their own way and it made Tania furious that this was all she had to offer her master! She should have been stalking the halls of the Victoria's Secret HQ, hunting real beauty for him. She would have loved to see what the XXX-Virus did to women of that supreme physical quality, surely those sort of sexy women that would even get her wet just by glancing at them.

Then maybe, just maybe, she might have found a worthy supplicant there.... there or at a Miss America Pageant perhaps? Could she finger her burning, pink pussy after dragging a few red and blue state champion sluts back for her Master, her Lord Tom to transform, claim then recklessly fuck and inevitably knock-up? Would he give Tania the pageant crown to wear so he could admire her and compliment her while riding Miss Texas from behind, using the pageant queen's state sash like reigns to pull her deeper and deeper onto his humongous GodCock... Urgh but she shivered with a small climax just imagining it.

Tania ground her slender digit harder against her clit and started to increased the pace of her tight circling finger motions as she looked down in disappointment at the three street quality infected strumpets before her. They weren't good enough for her benevolent Lord , almost no one was in Tania's opinion now but she would do what little she could with them.

Reaching up to pinch a stiff, tented nipple Tania moaned again as her warm breast-honey ran down across her knuckles. Producing milk for Him made her feel so fucking hot, after-all what could be hotter than having big, sloshing, gravity-defying milkers to feed her Man, her God with! Her hot tittyflesh rippled as she shuddered again in another micro-climax, each blistering flush of pleasure an expression of her love and His kindness to her...

Nnnngh but just thinking about him made it hard to think about anything else, like he was making her cum her sweet bimbo brains out. She had to get a hold of herself and finish the task he had given her, to nurture one of these... girls. Grimacing down at the three basic XXX-bitches she had to offer up to her Lord Tom she shook her pretty head in indecision.

How was she supposed to pick one of these 'sheeople' to give to Him? Squeezing and twisting her freely leaking nips in both hands she groaned in despair. Fuck it, she had more than one tit didn't she? She would prove her bounty to her Lord Tom, she had plenty of milk to go around...