Dad asks me what kinds of modifications I want.

As I calmed down, Dad was still fucking me, long, slow thrusts with his slowly softening cock. “God, Dad, this is so fucking hot. I love you,” I told him.

He smiled as he continued his thrusting. Even softening his cock still felt lovely. “Love you too, baby girl,” he said. “So, tell me, what kinds of modifications do you want?” he asked.

I groaned and arched my back. “If I wanted something or didn’t, would it matter?” I asked him.

“Well,” he began, “I certainly want to make you a very special fuck toy for the group and me, but I will consider your thoughts, and then the group will do with you whatever they want.”

I shuddered and shook, orgasming over the idea that they would modify me however they want. “Well, the extra tits do sound appealing. You might need to make my natural ones a little bigger to have a nice balance,” I told him, grabbing my breasts. They weren’t small, but if the three sets were descending in size, they would need to be a little bigger. “The horn grafts sound interesting, but would they just be stuck on or what?”

Dad groaned and leaned forward, replacing my hands with his on my tits. “Well, we’d need to talk to our surgeon to find out, but he sent me some promising information. Keratinous grafts would be surgically stitched to your skull. The more expensive one would mean you would be on anti-rejection **** for life and includes lab-grown horns that actually will grow.”

“Oh God,” I shuddered yet again, “Yes, I want horns that grow. I’ll file them and polish them for my owners.” I gasped for breath for several moments before moaning at an idea, “Some depictions of elves have horns,” I said breathlessly.

Dad nodded, “So?”

“Can you give me elf ears?” I asked.

He moaned, “I’ll make some phone calls, see if we can get your ears chopped or elongated. Any other ideas?” he asked.

I shook my head, “Not right now. I can’t think right now,” I told him honestly.

Dad was quiet for a while, just feeling my cunt as he fucked me slowly. “Well,” he said after several minutes, “Let’s get you cleaned up, then I will take some photos and send them to some members of the group, let them vote on these ideas, and maybe suggest others, and then Samantha can do some pics of what you will look like.”

“Samantha?” I asked.

“One of our group’s members, she’s an artist, and she can draw you with six tits, pointed ears and horns and see what everyone thinks. We will keep Jethro out of the know until he gets here next week. As I said, Jethro wanted to mod your mother a lot, and I expect he will have some ideas for you as well,” he told me.

“God, I’m looking forward to him visiting next week. I will try and get here early, be naked in his bed with my brand showing.”

Dad smiled, “God, such a good little slut. Though I have to say, I hope Julie joins as well. I’d love to split her tongue and watch as she licks both sides of my cock simultaneously.”

I moaned again, “I will see if I can push her in that direction. I know Mark would like her to be a full ****.”

“Why’s that?” Dad asked, “I thought they were already fucking?”

I nodded, “They are, but Julie is on the pill, and Mark wants to knock her up.” Dad smiled and nodded. “Dad,” I asked.

“Yes, baby girl?”

“Can you give me my daily injection?” I asked him.

“You had one only a few hours ago,” he said, “you sure?” He checked as he pulled out of me.

I nodded, “I want them to start working. I want to be fertile for the group, and I want my tits to swell and feel your cock between them.”

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