Aftermath Comes Biology

Rob returned to wakefulness with a long, loud groan. He rustled under the thick covers of his plush, grand bed, his whole body aching and his head throbbing. The state of his body felt eerily similar to his last hangover.

After a few moments of blearily staring at the ceiling, tossing and turning, Rob found a pitcher of ice water and a glass at his bedside. Suddenly realizing he was parched, he greedily gulped down several glasses, immediately feeling a thousand times better and more refreshed.

Flopping back into the bed, Rob searched the holes in his memory as to how he ended up here, in this state. Had he been attacked? Did he get sick? Simply pass out from thirst or hunger or exhaustion? His train of thought was quickly derailed, though, when he realized Izu was standing attentively at the foot of the bed.

"Hello, Master." Izu greeted with a smile and bow. "How are you feeling, today?" She then held her hand up to one of her modules, the device chirping in rapid order.

"Um... I think I'm okay, Izu-chan." Rob said, after clearing his throat twice. "Do you know what happened? How I ended up here?"

"From my knowledge, you passed out from strenuous activity." Izu immediately replied. "Miss Lockhart was the one who found you and placed you in bed. She told me to stand vigil until you awake and then inform her as such when you do. She will be here shortly."

"Uh-huh." Rob nodded along, slowly, gear still turning, trying to bring resolution to a hazy memory. "What time is it? How long have I been out?"

"It is currently six-thirty-four, AM, Pacific Standard Time, Sunday. You have been asleep for approximately thirteen hours."

So, he had only lost half a day, as Rob's last distinct memory was working with Sombra and Liara on the Pink Room, partly bimbofying Sombra, Ahsoka, Barriss, Talon, and Cers-

Oh!

Oh...

Now Rob remembered what had happened. He had lost himself, descended into a primal depravity, and went on a wild breeding frenzy. Cersei was carrying his child, to be certain, as was Liara. He vaguely recalled Shulkie walking into the room, Rob tackling the Amazonian bimbo to the ground and plunging into the deepest depths of her womb. Beyond that, Rob's memory failed him, but he assumed he didn't stop with Shulkie. He had let his breeding fetish consume him and pulled the trigger way ahead of schedule.

Brooding upon that thought, Tifa made her way into the room, taking measure of Rob with a tilted smile. "Welcome back to the land of the living, Master." She placed a hand on her hips and cocked them aside. "You gave us all a scare, to be honest. None of us had ever seen you acting like that. I'm just glad you're okay."

"Thank you, Tifa." Rob lowered his head in contrition. "And thank you for taking charge of everything while I was... incapacitated." Sitting up in bed, Rob attempted to make himself both presentable and project his commanding aura. "But, I have another task for you, if you would be so kind. Gather the girls and bring them here. All of them."

Tifa left at once. She did not need further specification as to whom Rob was asking for.

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Seven women.

Rob had impregnated seven women.

Seven different women were carrying his children.

It was sudden, it was a lot, and, yet, it wasn't as bad as he was expecting, if he was being honest. There were still around fifteen or so women still living in the Big House, as there new living arrangements were finalized, plus various guests popping in and our throughout the day. For a moment, Rob was afraid he had knocked up over a dozen women in one afternoon.

Propped up on his bed, with Izu attentively standing at his side and Tifa curled up next to him, Rob watched as Cersei entered first. Scratch that, Rob watched Cersei's heaving hyper-tits enter the room first, with Cersei herself slinking in a few seconds afterwards. Her new bust bounced and jiggled, but they did not sag or drag, in defiance of gravity and logic, with Cersei herself seemingly ignorant of the massive weight hanging from her chest.

Clad in wispy lingerie that barely hid her enhanced body (or the glowing bright brand upon her belly), the already gorgeous woman moved like liquid, golden sex, flouncing like the bimbo she now was with her hips swinging in wide, exaggerated movements. She smiled and batted her eyes at Rob, but came to a stop before the foot of the bed, idly playing with her lips, nipples, and pussy as she waited for the others to arrive.

Next, came Liara and Shulkie, no surprise there to Rob. Liara radiated pure satisfaction while Shulkie beamed a brainless, bimbo-ish smile towards her Master. Both were totally nude, the shining cervical tattoo standing in stark contrast upon their skin, pink on blue or green. It looked absolutely amazing on both of them, so much so that it caused Rob to say a silent prayer to whatever cosmic **** gave him this quirk of a power. To literally mark the women in his possession when he finally and fully made them his.

Finally, the four unknown baby mamas entered, Rob taking the time to judge the choices he made while... out of it. It was an almost out of body experience, seeing choices he had made but didn't make at the same time. Kind of like going on a raging bender and seeing what your drunken self did come the morning after.

Immediately, though, Rob agreed with his first choice, as Brigitte entered, nude and baring her freckled flesh, projecting almost the exact same aura as Liara was, daintily holding her hands over her belly and smiling in supreme and utter happiness.

Urbosa strode into the room with unflappable confidence, head held high. Like with Liara and Shulkie, the pink light of her brand shone radiantly upon her bronze skin, though slightly warped over the texture of her sculpted abs. Spreading her arms over her body, Urbosa displayed her other ink with a warm, enticing smile: the bold "****" mark that was above her crotch but below the new supernatural stigmata. Then, she slowly pirouetted about, wiggling her hips, to show Rob the cattle skull tramp stamp that was the impregnation symbol's twin, but done in miniature.

To Rob, the message was clear: Urbosa may not be as apparent of a choice for a mother as Brigitte, but she saw herself as little more than Master's property, meaning she was more than happy to submit to his will.

The final two entered together as a pair, Sansa Stark proudly marching in like Urbosa, with Arya skulking behind in her elder sister's shadow. They posed as a pair in line, as well, with Sansa looming over Arya from behind, standing a full head taller than the brunette, clutching onto Arya's shoulders with both hands. Arya seemingly shrank into her sister, only offering a small smile to Rob, while Sansa inclined her head with another proud, pleased smile, looking imperious and beautiful behind her sister. Well, Rob did promise the Stark name would become synonymous with ****, so getting both girls with daughters of their own would help him with that promise.

All in all, Rob was quite pleased with himself for these selections, especially given who was in and around the Big House at the time. Certainly, he would have preferred more women with superpowers (other than super strength), if only to see what superpower their offspring would develop and what sort of kinky fun he could have with them, but there was nothing for him to complain about.

With the seven assembled, Rob offered a mollifying gesture by offering them his hands, palms turned upwards. "Well, thank you for coming on short notice, ladies, but I don't know if I should say 'congratulations' or 'I'm sorry'."

All of Rob's baby mamas gave him a slight, charming smile, but it was Brigitte who replied first with a tittering giggle. "And whatever do you have to apologize for, dear?"

"Um... well," Rob then furrowed his brow, trying to gather the fragments of his memory. "I guess I don't know, really. How about we piece together what happened last night? I remember pretty much everything up until Shulkie arrive, and then I'm assuming I fucked a baby in you."

"Yup!" Shulkie cheered with a broad smile. "I'm tote knocked up now and just when I started a new job! I hope Miss Sami gives me matterny leave."

"She most certainly will, Shulkie." Rob said, sure that Asami would do as told. "But then... hmm, well, help me out ladies."

"If you don't mind, I did a little detective work when you were passed out." Tifa said next to Rob. Almost on instinct, he threw an arm around her. The weight and warmth of her body was beyond reassuring right now. "From what everyone told me, the order of... operations, was Brigitte, then the Stark girls, then Urbosa."

"And I'm very proud of my place in that order." Brigitte declared. "You see, while you were off doing your little science experiment, I was in the kitchen baking cookies. I remember it perfectly - I had just taken some out of the oven to cool off, when you came stomping into the room like a beast in heat." Brigitte blushed and gave Rob a coy smile, batting her long, delicate eyelashes at him. "And immediately I could tell that my man was pent up and needed some loving. So, like any good wife, I bent over and offered myself to you, wholly and without restraint. And you most certainly took that offer, gosh, you're so bad, hubby!" Brigitte giggled again, swaying in place, hands still on her belly. "After the fucking you gave me, I'm surprised I can walk and see straight today."

"And... you're not mad about all that?" Rob asked, dumbly. It was obviously evident Brigitte was over the moon with the whole situation, but he still felt like he had crossed a line with his girls, even if they evidently disagreed.

Because, of course, Brigitte simply waved his concerns away. "Goodness, no, silly! What would I have to be mad about? You took me like a man and used me like a woman. Plus, the ultimate gift a wife can give her man is children, and I am more than happy to give you as many babies as you want, Master." Brigitte said the last sentence with a sensuous purr, practically eyefucking Rob, as if she were about to jump in there and then.

However, that did not happen, as Sansa took her cue from Brigitte, nodding and speaking. "Meanwhile, as all this was happening, Arya and I were packing for our new home." A sly smile then parted Sansa's lips. "Or, rather, Arya was packing while I supervised. Right, pet?"

"Yes, Sansa." Arya said, immediately, at her prompting, breaking into a smile and nodding fanatically. "It's only right that a pet like me, a doll like me, does all the chores for her perfect sister."

Sansa chuckled, running elegant fingers through her sister's hair. "Indeed. And she even did a good job. For a change." Another wicked smile came to Sansa with her jabbing negs, even as she planted a kiss atop Arya's head. "When, all of a sudden, the Master barged in, just as Brigitte said, almost like an animal in the throes of heat. Obviously, he claimed me first, as the eldest and the most beautiful of the two of us, it's only right. Just as it was right for Arya to be left with my sloppy seconds, isn't that right, love?"

Once more, Arya nodded, eyes feverish in her need to please her sister. "Yes, sister, of course. You're the elder sister, you deserve the first and best of everything before me."

"You get the scraps from the table, right Arya?" Sansa pressed. "Like a dog?"

"Yes, yes, I'm a dog. I only deserve tables scraps and leftovers not fit for my sister." Arya denigrating herself in such a manner drew a high, bright laugh from Sansa, rewarding her submissive pet with kisses and belly rubs.

"And before you say anything, sir," Sansa started after subduing Arya with her affections. The younger Stark was now on her hands and knees, head to the ground, with Sansa placing one foot atop it to push it down further. Sansa posed, flashing her superiority for all to see with a shake of her long, red hair. "We are not at all upset with you or your actions. As a girl, I dreamed of being wedded off to a great man and giving him many babies - it was practically my duty and birthright as a noblewoman! And I cannot think of a greater man than you, my beloved Master."

Sansa ground her heel along the back of Arya's head, eyes drifting down to her. "And Arya... well, she was a wild child, I don't think she even wanted to be married, but even she isn't stupid enough to resist you. And I'll be certain she gives you a perfectly beautiful and dutiful child, just like me." From her position on the ground, Arya let out a muttered response, unintelligible, but no doubt in agreement with her sister.

What followed was a chorus of agreement from all the others impregnated during Rob's rampage, wholly absolving him of any wrongdoing and expressing their joy for carrying his children. And now one expressed their joy more forcefully than Cersei.

"Hmm, you shouldn't be so concerned, my lord. After all, 'queen' is just a fancy word for 'broodmare'." Cersei's powerful, smooth contralto had now become something airier and sweeter, the once dangerous lioness now sounding like a playful kitten. And to fully show that Rob had stripped her of her dignity and pride, Cersei said all this while squatting and openly playing with her cunt. In fact, the entire time she had been present, Cersei never stopped playing with herself, mewling and moaning under her breath. "So, don't worry, do whatever you please. I'll give you as many kids as you want. Or as little. I don't fucking care anymore, Master! I don't care about anything! I just want cock! Big, thick cock ripping my cunt apart and filling me with cum." Cersei was panting by now, emerald eyes shining with lust. "Can I have cock now? Can we fuck, Master? Can you **** my hot, pregnant womb some more? Pleeeeeeaaaasseeee?"

Rob had to shake his head and blink in disbelief at what Cersei had become. He had yet to fully grasp the effects of her transformation, as the proud and arrogant Queen turned lazing whore had become a cock-hungry, cum-addicted man-pleasing slut.

Still, seeing such a beautiful woman debasing herself before him... well, Rob wasn't made of stone. He quickly conjured a clone of himself, who scooped Cersei in his arms and took the hyper-busty pseudo-bimbo away to a private love nest and give her what she wanted, as he continued to conduct his business.

"Now, then..." Rob's eyes fell to the Gerudo warrior. "Urbosa, if you would please." She nodded sharply and dutifully, before offering Rob a bow.

"Yes, my Master." Urbosa said, stoically. "As you can imagine, during such indiscretions, you were not subtle and raised quite a ruckus. I took it upon myself to figure out what was happening, following the path of destruction you had wrought, from Miss T'soni, Miss Lannister, and, er... Shulkie in the foyer, then to Miss Lindholm in the kitchen, before I found you with the Stark sisters. I walked into their room as you were finishing up with the Young Pup. No sooner had you finished with her, depositing her in a pile of semen next to her sister, than you turned on me and made me your next target, pinning me to the ground and making me yours."

"Which tracks, as I found you passed out atop Urbosa." Tifa added, finishing up the summation of Rob's wild afternoon. "As a fact, you were still hard and still root deep in her hole."

Well, then, that was that, Rob supposed. He sat upon his bed in silence for a moment, taking in everything he had done and been told. Some of the comments from the girls sparked memories, while other parts of his mind still remained blacked out. But, whether he remembered or not, the end result were before him, in the form of magical pink brands.

"If that is everything, I'll say the quite part out loud. All of your girls are pregnant with my children." Rob stated, earning a sea of smiles and gentle applause, despite him announcing the obvious. "This changes things around her, obviously, and it will be a very interesting nine months to come, but I will be honest with you: this is not wholly an accident, nor will it be a one time thing. I want to impregnate my girls - all my girls - and have as many children as possible. I want to breed you like racehorses and reap the benefits, namely, enslaving your daughters and knocking them up along the way, too. This... rampage happened ahead of schedule, and without certain safeguards I wanted in place, but it was bound to happen, and you should be very proud you get to be my first. And... well, I am very happy this moment has come. A little afraid, a little stressed, but happy and looking forward to the future with all of you."

Despite the actual contents of his speech, it was more than enough for Rob's slaves to feel satisfied and honoured. Once more, they shared their affections, before filing out, giving Rob his space. Even Tifa and Izu, feeling that Rob was okay physically and emotionally, took their leave. However, both Liara and Urbosa remained behind, lingering until the very end. As Rob finally got out of bed, both women were quick to fall to their knees at his feet, arms gingerly holding onto his legs, heads resting upon his thighs.

"You do not have to worry so much, my lord." Liara said, caressing Rob, both voice and touch beyond gentle. "This is a glorious moment, even if it is one that came a little too early." Liara sighed and smiled, pressing her body to Rob's leg even closer. "I, for one, can hardly wait for my daughter to come out and meet her father, and her soon-to-be Master. It's like a dream come true..."

Urbosa, right next to Liara, chuckled, leaning over to kiss her fellow **** on the forehead. "For me, I cannot say I ever dreamed a voe - a man, any man - would be able to dominate me and get me with child, but I was an ignorant bitch who did not understand the joys of submission." Urbosa's grasp was a touch stronger, a touch firmer, as befitting her muscular structure, but that strength was almost a panacea to Rob's fearful heart, her body hard and warm and reassuring. "I had spoken with Liara before we were summoned, and she told me of her desire to be your broodmare, and now I believe carry that desire, too. To be the font of a new gerudo race. A better gerudo race!"

Liara sighed once more. "Asari and gerudo, serving their human masters... what a beautiful world..."

Urbosa purred in her throat. "Women are inferior to men, gerudo are inferior to humans, gerudo women need to submit to our betters..."

It had been a whirlwind of a day for Rob, one of great revelations and coming consequences. But also one of love. Unfettered, wholly devoted love, between one man and his many, many slaves. Despite it being Rob's fetish, it seemed the others were more excited to be pregnant than he was. And, right now, with Liara and Urbosa prostrating themselves before him and exulting the virtues of being a breeding ****.... well, how could Rob not feel better about things, however many unknowns the future may hold?