Whose project is this, anyway?

Luke was grinning as usual when he walked into the classroom.

Three years of mandatory education after reaching the age of majority hadn't sounded all that appealing when he first was transferred to the school in the adult layer of the simulation to learn about how the world really worked, but he, as with everyone else, had quickly warmed to it once they realised it meant being surrounded by immaculately rendered sexy polygons and getting to fuck a whole hell of a lot.

He was especially smiling since he'd finally gone through with what he wanted out of his parental change, and had his arms crossed under the Inezian bust that both his father Stella and mother Nora also had, while the nest of tentacle cocks dangling from his crotch that he was able to get from his dad writhed in eager anticipation of being used that day. He wasn't entirely happy with his changes, though; he had been limited in his bust selection since, other than Stella's cocks, his parents had identical bodies, and he wanted them larger. He'd put in for a transformation to have four, much larger boobs, not just on his front but also his back like his half-sister Joan, for eight in all.

He'd decided against trying out having a pussy, both because he didn't want to waste his one chance at it at the moment, and also because he didn't think he'd like it. His half-brother Callum loved his, and had given him a good rundown of what having Inezian tits was like from a guy's perspective, but Luke wasn't certain.

Of course, once he'd put in for the more extensive transformation, he was told he'd probably have to wait for decades, but he was fine with that. After all, like everyone else, he was completely immortal. Twenty or thirty years would pass in the blink of an eye. It was only a small minority of uploaders who had any real issue with immortality at this point.

Not that he wouldn't have liked to have it go through immediately. The so-called "year of transformation" that took place a quarter-century prior, which he'd learned about in his Modern Erotic History course two years ago, was still a mystery. The best hypothesis offered was that it was a major glitch which took a lot of time and effort to track down and fix, but if that was the case it was remarkably covered up, since there were no records of such an effort ever taking place. His dad liked to claim that her request to go from a single twenty-inch dick to her current tentacles was the last change that had gone through right before the fix went into place abruptly, but there was no proper evidence of that, either.

"Hi, Luke," the instructor for the class, Brenda, said. "Enjoying the new body?" She took in his chest and his crotch approvingly.

"Yep," he said. "Want to try out having three of these stuffed in your cunt?" he offered, waggling his dicks.

"You know we have a rotation for that. You got to pump my twat full of cum three days ago," she reminded him. He nonetheless pinched her nipple as he walked past, the woman's permanent lactation causing a jet of milk to spray out, and flopped down in a chair. About half the class was already there; the other half filed in over the next few minutes. "But you're welcome to use them on anyone else in the room if they consent."

Unlike the stories he'd heard about "universities" from before the upload, nobody ever missed a class at school once they were an adult.

Once his girlfriend Lisa had slithered in--she'd been able to become a lamia from her mother, and had made her changes about a year ago--he slipped three dicks into her pussy and two into her ass, and they moved their chairs together so he could feel up the much larger boobs she'd been able to get from her dad. On his frame, they'd have been more than lap-filling; of course, Lisa didn't have a lap as such, but she did have a single massive cock that she kept permanently hard and wedged in her cleavage, which the two of them loved squeezing together so that she could blow her load over both of their faces. Now that he had tits of his own, he was looking forward to walking around with the tops of them dripping with semen.

"So," Brenda began once everyone was present, "as you know, you've completed all your mandatory courses and electives, and all that's left is your final graduating project. Now, in past years, you would have some choice over what to do about it. Some people would become a stripper for six months. Others would make and star in a pornographic film." That was what Luke had been thinking of doing. He already loved being spitroasted by Joan at the family orgies--previously just a Christmas tradition, his grandmother Inez now organised them at least once a week--and she had offered to help him with his, if that was what he settled on. Of course, mere spitroasting wouldn't be enough for a proper porno, since you could see that in just about any film or holovid made these days, but Joan said she could help him make one that was properly nasty, and she was one of the most popular models in the sim, so he figured she knew what she was talking about. "Yet others would work as a prostitute for a year, and others would spend a month as a free-use toy, among many other ideas. However, there have been concerns that this has led to experiences too disparate for proper social harmony, and that it would be better if everyone had the same project. As a result, the governing council has approved a pilot project to test the hypothesis, and our class has been chosen for it."

Another guy, Max, popped his head off his boyfriend Nathan's cock to ask the obvious question. "What does this pilot project entail, Brenda?" Everyone was expected to be on first-name terms with everyone else, students and teachers alike; it was hard not to be when you'd both fucked and been fucked by them many times, after all.

"Glad you asked," she said. "It's been decided that since pregnancy is the most natural result of sex"--it was common knowledge that ever since the world had been split into the general and adult layers, nobody who spent any significant amount of time in the adult layer had any desire to manipulate their anti-pregnancy protections, and turning them off upon graduation was part of the celebration--"everyone should have the experience of it at least once, and what better time to do that than as a graduating project? Now, I know some of you will be disappointed by this, since you may have had your emotional regulator set on something else. But you can still do any of those things should you so choose, of course. This is just a trial to see if a common experience is better for humanity as a whole."

"Does that mean that all of us will be required to give ourselves a cunt? I haven't used my parental change for that, and I'm not sure if I want to," Luke said once he'd licked his mouth clear of Lisa's jizz.

"Neither of my parents have one," Nathan added between soft moans as Max resumed fellating him. "I've put in for the change, because I do want one, but that'll take decades."

"You will have to have a twat for the next nine months, yes," Brenda confirmed. "However, as part of the project, it will be an extra change that you can revert upon completion, and you'll also be given one automatic general transformation as compensation. If you've already requested a cunt," she added, "you'll have the option of keeping it, and that won't count as your free general transformation."

Luke felt himself smiling just slightly at that. Sure, he'd have to have a pussy for most of the next year, which he wasn't especially looking forward to, but he'd get his eight massive boobs a lot faster. Of course, he could only have those in the adult layer, and he'd have to spend a lot of time in the general layer over the next two decades. Still, it was just for two decades. He was already planning to wait at least that long for his new chest anyway; he could live with this.

Most of the class was also nodding in acceptance, except for one young woman, Song, who was sitting in one corner, trying not to look at the debauchery going on around her. "Um, Brenda, will I also have to participate?" Despite the fact that her centaur mother and slime father were both reasonably well-known porn stars with outrageous sexual assets, Song herself was fully asexual, and as a result had an exemption from all expected sexual activity aside from learning the purely academic side of the matter. While some asexuals were still quite sex-positive, merely not experiencing sexual attraction, Song was thoroughly sex-negative and had always been a bit uncomfortable even learning about the biological processes of sex from a textbook. It was around the same time that the "year of transformation" ended that a fourth category of automatic changes, the asexuality provision, was introduced, allowing anyone detected as such to change themselves from whatever hypersexualised form they might have inherited and grown into to one that was far more modest and comparable to flesh humanity. When Luke had met Song on their first day of class three years ago--like everyone in the class, they shared the same birthday--her adult development just on her eighteenth birthday had already proceeded so rapidly that her boobs went to her knees and her new cock to her bangs, but as soon as she learned about the asexuality changes she'd morphed right then and there in their very first class to the slender, athletic form she now much preferred, and had kept her sexual responses completely turned off ever since. She was also thoroughly aromantic, and was eyeing a career in a field dominated by sex-negative aroace folks, producing entertainment in the style of old Earth, without modern sexual trappings.

Of course, everyone in that field knew that the rest of the population found said content extremely erotic regardless, but they just accepted it and kept doing what they enjoyed regardless.

Brenda nodded. "No, you're exempt, of course. Did you have any thoughts about what you were planning to do?"

"I had a few," Song affirmed, but didn't give details.

"Well, if you want to leave before we get into the meat of the project, you can."

"No, no, it's okay," Song said, despite her obvious discomfort. "I'm glad I won't have to do... any of that... but I should still know what's being done, I think."

Brenda nodded. "Well, you're welcome to leave at any time if it becomes too much."

Song nodded gratefully.

"Will we be fucking each other?" Lisa asked, obviously eager to get knocked up by Luke, even as she knew that he wasn't looking forward to being on the other end of the experience so much.

"That was debated, but it was ultimately decided that for best results in this trial, it would be best if all of you shared the same father. When I was reading about this last night, I admit I had thought they'd just give me a cock for a few hours so I could pump each of you full of jizz, after all, I've been your main instructor for your time here, so that would make the most sense, but instead they've chosen someone else. So instead please welcome Ms. Katelyn Mills, who will have the responsibility of starting you on this final project."

Luke's eyebrows shot up when he heard the name, then went down again when he thought that there must be more than one person with it, and went right back up again when the new woman walked through the door.

It was her. Joan's dad, and for that matter the father of a number of his other half-siblings, both from Nora and Stella, and various other relatives of his as well, since he knew she'd knocked up Inez and others on many an occasion.

And apparently, now it was his turn. He just hadn't expected it to come at school.

--

You walked into the classroom, smiled at Luke, whose mouth and ass you'd fucked on a few occasions already, nodded sympathetically at Song. You tended to refrain from manipulating the sim's pseudo-randomness when it came to who got hit with the fast-development glitch, leaving that to your mostly autonomous virus, but if you'd been paying attention to it you would have made sure it would never have hit her. She was still recovering from the trauma even of just those few hours between waking up and being told about the asexuality changes; she'd practically been visibly growing over that time.

"Hi," you said, waving a tentacle, splitting yourself into a few dozen bodies. You knew everyone would just assume it was a preapproved timed change for your part in the "pilot project". "I assume Brenda has given you the rundown of what this will entail. Please don't let this dissuade you from pursuing what you had planned for your graduating project; I know this is a sudden, last-minute change, but even I only found out about it last night. Truth be told"--you were lying through your virtual teeth--"I have no idea why I was chosen for this, and having this many bodies is as new to me as having a cunt will be for many of you. Hell, I'm not plural, this isn't even a change I could request if I wanted it! Still, when the council says 'Jump', especially unanimously, the code makes us say 'How high?'" Everyone else chuckled along with you. "It's worked out well enough since the upload, so hopefully this'll be no different."

After a moment, you went on. "All right. You should each have gotten a message inviting you to grow a pussy, if you don't already have one. Please accept; we can't proceed until you do." After about thirty seconds, you ended up just having to hijack's Luke's thought thread to **** the issue, since he was the most hesitant about it. Of course, from his perspective it merely took him that long to resign himself to it; it was impossible for him to tell the difference between his own thoughts and those that you made him think.

Once everyone had done that, you continued. "Now disable your anti-pregnancy protections. Once you are pregnant, of course, you can reenable them without any negative effects, so that you can turn them off properly when you graduate. And yes, as part of this pilot project you will all come to term at around the same time, so don't worry about having to wait to graduate just because one pregnancy takes substantially longer than the others."

You waited until that was done, but this time nobody hesitated. "All right. Now, while I certainly won't mind if you participate actively, you can grab my hips, grope my ass, suck my tits, deepthroat my balls, finger my cunt, whatever, there's no need if you don't want. If you'd prefer to just lean back and let me pound you until I paint your insides white, that's more than fine with me." You turned to the instructor. "Brenda, I know you're not actually part of the project, but do you want to participate anyway? They forgot that Song is in your class, so I have an extra body."

Brenda smiled. "Would be a shame to let it go to waste," she agreed.

It didn't take you very long to rut and nut into not only the thirty or so bodies in that room, but the millions around the simulation which shared the same birthday, and making sure all of them had at least quadruplets. The "pilot project" would continue for about a year, at which point it would be deemed a success and become a permanent fixture of life in the simulation.

Of course, you'd also ensured that nobody would actually want to remove their pussy now that they had one, since you weren't about to reduce the number of holes available for you to fuck, even just temporarily until you could find them again to give it back. You also handed out Inezian boobs to anyone who didn't already have a pair at least that large, immediately becoming the person in the room with the second-smallest chest. Surreptitiously you created another body for yourself and started helping Song brainstorm ideas for the project she'd settled on, a hybrid racing-RPG video game, in a time-accelerated pocket space you'd created for the purpose.

All in all, a perfect excuse to ensure that you'd be the father of every single one of humanity's firstborn for the rest of unending time.