Yes, so you hatch a plan to grow your harem

No sooner do you speak than the vibrator begins wriggling and bubbling on the floor, transmuting from metal back to flesh, growing until Helga lies naked on the floor again.

"Well, at least I know it works now," you say. "How did it feel?" you ask.

"Thoroughly unpleasant," Helga says matter-of-factly. "It's bad enough having my consciousness trapped in a body that isn't my own; having it locked in something completely inanimate was not an experience I personally would wish to repeat. Of course, I no longer get any say in that."

You nod absently, your mind having jumped to another matter. "I think I need to fix a certain aspect of my ownership powers," you say. Your other seven bodies look at you curiously. "It would be useful to be able to do what I wanted to do with Julie and Leila, but without the side effect of having them become the same person as me. So from now on, when I say 'I own you', it shall mean that I own that person and everything there is possibly to own about them, everything they are, everything they have, with the sole exception that they will retain a sufficient sense of self to recognise themselves as being a distinct being from me. It will also include applying my standard **** package to that person, as well as instilling an absolute, unquestionable loyalty toward me, and, if female, changing their sexual orientation to lesbian with the sole exception of myself, including an **** fetish if applicable."

You take a deep breath. "Erin, I own you."

Your mom shudders as the weight of your increased power over her takes effect. "Well, I don't think of myself as my own mother, so I suppose that worked," she says.

You breathe a sigh of relief. Your previous spiel had been awkward. "The rest of you, I also own you."

All of them except Helga nod as the changes take effect, acknowledging that your command had worked as you intended. Helga simply gives you a flat, level stare, acknowledging your power but clearly unwilling to express liking it.

"So what now, Master?" Dana asks.

"This gym is in an upscale part of town, yeah?" you ask.

Caitlin nods. "The membership's a bit expensive, but they've got better equipment and trainers than most places. Why I chose it."

"Well, then I think it's time I owned a few more people. Follow me," you order.

Your other seven bodies troop out of the office behind you. You feel your huge breasts bouncing on your chest, and smile a little at how behind you, Helga looks positively diminutive compared to the other six, who've all got boobs nearly the size of yours to go with the massive asses you'd given them on a whim less than an hour ago.

Venturing out into the main gym area, there's a mix of men and women, exercising, spotting, or offering advice. Between everything, you estimated that there were around sixty people on the floor.

"I claim this area. Nobody may enter or leave until I permit it," you say, loud enough to be heard across the room.

Some people stop what they're doing for a moment, then go back to their exercises, tacitly acknowledging your control of the area as being normal.

You walk around the room, noting with approval that everyone present is an adult. There were about thirty women, all in varying states of good fitness, and as you pass each one, you tap them on the shoulder, say "I own you," and gesture for them to resume their activity for the time being.

You do stop briefly to chat with someone you hadn't expected to see, a redheaded friend of yours, Sarah. She was waiting until the rowing machine was free.

"I own you," you tell her.

"Oh! Hi, John," she says. "Can't say I was expecting to find out I was your property when I came to the gym today, but hey, just one of life's serendipitous moments, yeah?"

You nod, taking advantage of the situation to start fondling your newest chest. "Glad you were here so I could inform you of it," you respond with a bit of a chuckle. "How about instead of waiting for the rowing machine, you strip off, grow your body to have the same growth Ashley's got, and then go make out with her until I'm done here?"

"Sounds great," Sarah agrees, removing her clothing so that it isn't ruined when her breasts and ass grow. Thanks to the newly built-in aspects of your ownership, she was already noticeably fitter than before you claimed her.

You linger a moment longer to watch the redhead and your roommate begin kissing amorously, then get back to claiming the rest of the women on the gym floor.

Soon enough you've gone from owning seven people to owning thirty-eight. You honestly weren't sure what you'd even do with that many people; it just gave you a power trip to know you could.

"All right," you say, projecting your voice again. "If I happen to own a relationship now between someone I own and someone I don't, the nature of that relationship is that you no longer expect to see each other, but you're very happy to know that the person I own is my property and feel perfectly satisfied with this state of affairs. This shall happen with every relationship I own."

A handful of men around the room nod.

"Now everyone keep going on as usual, I'll let you all know when I'm ready to have you come with me if I own you. No leaving, of course," you reiterate.

You know there's a few more perfunctory nods of acknowledgement but you're already arrowing for the other part of the gym where you know you'll find people you want to claim.

"I own the women's locker room and the women's sauna," you say, knowing your words will take effect even if nobody hears them. "Nobody may enter or leave until I permit it."

You decide to go into the women's locker room first, where there's dozen people in varying states of undress. They all look up as you enter.

"No need for alarm," you tell them. "I just wanted to inform you that I own all of you now."

Just like everyone else, they accept that without complaint. You walk around a bit, noticing that another friend of yours, a young woman with Hispanic features named Rosa, is there with her mother Maria. Just as with Sarah, you take the opportunity to fondle both of them.

"Hey, how about you two make out until I tell you otherwise," you order them. "Make sure to finger each other's pussies as well." You decide not to change their bodies for the time being.

"The rest of you, you can go onto the gym floor if you want, but no leaving yet." You figure you probably don't need to repeat yourself again, but better safe than sorry.

"If you don't, partner up with someone here and do what Rosa and Maria are doing," you add. "And all of you should get naked if you're not already."

Your dick twitches at the thought of having fifty women, plus however many are in the sauna, at your beck and call for everything.

Leaving the locker room, you walk down the hall to the sauna. Upon entering, you nod approvingly at the sight of eleven fit women, all completely naked.

"I own all of you," you tell them. None of them respond except with a perfunctory nod, accepting their new situation as completely normal. Among the three are two young women you know, Ailani, from Hawaii, and Hannah, a goth; you also see that Hannah's mother Miriam is there.

Walking over to Ailani, you lift her onto your cock--she squeaks a bit in pleasure at the sudden penetration--and walk over to the other two you know. "So it's been a while," you say. "How've you all been?"

"Oh, it's been OK," Miriam says. "Life's life, you know? But now that I'm your property that's not something I'm going to have to worry about, I can just leave all of that to you." Sarah nods agreement while Ailani starts moaning as you pound your dick in and out of her pussy.

"Well, you have my promise that I'll use you like the cocksleeves you are as often as I can between everyone else I own," you say, and are met with two smiles and another moan.

You sit in the sauna a while longer, pounding Ailani while you all sweat, and only once you've shot a load into the Hawaiian woman do you stand up, leaving her with cum threatening to drip out of her pussy.

"Finish up in here," you tell the eleven women you now own, "and then meet me on the gym floor."

Walking out, you poke your head into the locker room you own. There's eight people left, including Maria and Rosa, all of them kissing, fondling and fingering in pairs. "Once you've brought each other off," you tell them, "come out to the gym floor. If you already have, follow me." Four of them go with you, including the two you'd already known before this.

Going back into the main area, you take the opportunity to play with Caitlin's body as she leans back against your own huge breasts, and appreciate all the people you now own running, stretching, lifting, and everything else while you wait for the last few stragglers to join you.

Once they have, you say, "All of you line up, everyone except Helga." You beckon the receptionist to stand beside you. "Everyone else, leave, go to the locker room." All the men on the floor promptly stop what they're doing and pile into the men's changing room.

"All right, the rest of you, first, since we're in a gym, all of you become optimally fit right now." You smile as bodies shift slightly, muscles firming, posture straightening.

"Next, relative to your body shape, I want all of you to have breasts twice the size of these." You heft the huge pair you'd given yourself, first inadvertently, then deliberately. Once you were facing sixty bodies with ridiculously titanic chests, you continue.

"And finally, for now, grow your asses until they're thirty-five inches larger than what you had before I made my first change to your butt." You didn't feel like having the first six people you'd claimed having ninety-inch behinds, not yet, anyway. "None of this will affect your waists."

You know all of them look ridiculous with their **** hourglass figures, but you don't care, and you know nobody else will, either.

You turn to Helga, who's giving you an inquisitive look.

You ignore her for the time being. "Everyone, go out into the parking lot, we're leaving," you say, putting a hand on Helga's arm to hold her back.

"I no longer own any physical part of this gym," you say, just to avoid future trouble with that.

"You're probably wondering what I've got in store for you," you say as you walk out to the parking lot with the former receptionist at your side.

"The thought had crossed your mind," she confirms. You have to hold down a chuckle at how she referred even to her mind as yours.

"Well," you reply as you get to an open space, "Helga, you're now a self-driving minivan that prioritises my and my property's safety above all else and is incapable of disobeying me or putting me in danger. If the two conflict, you will inform me promptly and fully so that I can make a decision on how to proceed. Also, you are large enough on the inside that everyone I own can fit comfortably."

Helga gives you a flat, but nonjudgmental, stare as she changes. "This is what you get for being an unenthusiastic bitch," you tell her.

Helga's expression doesn't change until she's no longer there, having been replaced by a plain blue vehicle. "Everyone get in," you say while you walk over to the other minivan you own and retrieve your stuff before joining everyone else in your new, far superior, vehicle.

"All right, introductions," you say, pulling one of the women from the locker room into your lap, fucking her massive ass. "Make sure to include any notable property that you owned, or at least have ready access to, as well as any adult female relatives or friends."

You don't really care about the names, of course; all you want to know is whether you can find a better place to live and how many more bodies this gave you ready access to.

About midway through, one of them says, "I'm Janice, and I'm married with twin twenty-year-old daughters who live with my husband and me at his mansion. We've also got ten people on staff, maids, cooks, cleaners. All women since my husband's a pig."

"The mansion's not yours?"

"Prenup," she says.

"Well, it's mine now. Helga, take us there."

The van drives off while the introductions continue.

"OK," you say once everyone's finished, having decided to start fucking Janice's cunt once she'd told you about what was now your mansion, "now I'll want to claim all those people you all just told me about."

"If you have to call all of them, that might take a while," Dana points out.

You think for a moment. "I own every woman who was mentioned by someone here," you say. You gesture to Ailani to give you the phone she was using, and open up the text messages. "This is your friend Heather, yeah?" you ask.

"Yes," she confirms.

'This is John, Ailani's owner. If I own you, text back Master,' you send.

'Who the fuck is this, if I don't get a text from Ailani explaining this I'm blocking this number,' the reply comes.

You sigh. It couldn't be quite that easy, at least not when it came to people.

'I own you. Acknowledge by texting back Master,' you send.

The reply comes immediately: 'Master.'

'Meet me at this address and acknowledge now,' you send back, giving her the location of Janice's mansion.

'Acknowledged. I will meet you there as soon as possible, Master,' comes the reply with similar alacrity.

"All right," you say, having confirmed that you could, at least, claim people via text messages, "everyone give me the phone numbers for everyone you mentioned."

You set up two macros, one to enter your first message to say you owned them, and the second to tell them where to meet you. The mansion is some distance from the gym, in the richest part of the area, so you have enough time to get through most of the list, holding back the last few women until you've sent all of those messages, before entering your new mansion.

You see about thirty women already there in addition to those you'd already claimed, Janice's twins, of course, and the house staff, along with, you assumed, those people whom you'd texted and had been able to get there before you.

There's also a nervous-looking man about Janice's age. "Pack up enough stuff that you'll need to survive until you can find a job. Once you have, transfer all your money to me except a modest amount of savings. You can move into my apartment that I had been sharing with Ashley once we've packed it up and moved it here, and pay me rent. Everything else is mine." You gesture at the house staff. "However many of you, go help him, I want him out of here as soon as possible." Three of the maids follow the man as he leaves.

"Now, while we're waiting for them to come back and everyone else who's nearby to get here"--you weren't expecting the folks who lived far away, other countries even, for another day or two--"let's do some more introductions. Just names, I'll want to claim some of your friends and family as well but one thing at a time."

Grabbing the first of your new slaves to introduce herself, you settle back and look forward to your new life.