You help out around the house

The two of you laid together like that for a while, basking in the warm afterglow of sex. Mrs Harris proved to be a very affectionate woman, caressing and kissing you as she whispered how much she adored you, how proud she felt to be carrying your child.

You were so caught up in the intoxicating warmth of her voluptuous body and her honeyed words that you forgot about Mr Robbins. The man cleared his throat and both you and Mrs Harris looked at him in mild surprise.

“That was….fascinating,” he tapped his notepad, “you both displayed remarkable stamina. And the physiological changes were more extensive than I thought!”

You found your temper growing short with the eccentric man. “Have you got all the ‘data’ you need?”

“Oh, yeah,” he nodded vaguely, “for now at least. Though I will need to monitor your pregnancy as it progresses Mrs Harris. It’s truly remarkable that your reproductive system has been so totally rejuvenated.”

The older woman, picking up on your discomfort, merely frowned and gave a murmur of acknowledgment. You wrapped an arm around her and drew the woman closer to you.

Robbins finally seemed to read the room and after giving an awkward laugh, nodded and excused himself, promising to keep you apprised of any further developments in his research.

You slumped back into the bed and Mrs Harris took the opportunity to go down on you. Her warm mouth, plump lips and and the wet walls of her throat massaged every inch of your length as she hummed and moaned in delight. It wasn’t long before your relax came and you shot load after load down her hungry gullet.

It would have been the easiest thing in the world to stay there in that bed with your new GILF lover, and as she began to lick and clean your manhood you strongly considered it. But there were still things that you needed to look into. Mr Robbins had provided you with some context into the physical changes, but you were still drawing a blank regarding the whys and how of it all.

Reluctantly you parted from the elderly sexpot and promised that you would call upon her again soon. You were fairly certain that Mrs Harris could find a way to help out around the house, though as you left the room you noted that she didn’t seem to be in any hurry to find proper clothing.

You followed your feet once again, your mind at war with itself. So many questions remained, and yet so few proper answers. But despite your mental confusion, physically you felt great. With every woman you impregnated and added to your harem you felt a boost of strength and energy. Sooner or later you would descend into the basement and claim the rest of the women, though how that would ultimately change you was as frightening as it was exciting.

In your wanderings you eventually bumped into Mr Klein, who was directing a group of men out through the backdoor and into the garden. He smiled wearily when you he saw you.

“Hey, you busy?” He asked, “me and some of the guys are reinforcing some of the fence line around the backyard. I could use an extra pair of hands.”

The work was simple enough and your enhanced physique meant that you weren’t especially strained. But more than that the monotony of your tasks helped distract you from the troubles nagging at you.

“So, can I ask you something?” Klein had finished applying one last piece of timber and was standing at your side with a curious look in his eye.

“Shoot.”

“What’s going on with your mom?”

That stopped you dead. “What do you mean?”

“Well…” he looked uncomfortable and shifted his weight a little. He seemed to process his words before he let them out of his mouth, something you had always admired about him. “This whole thing with the tamed women. People aren’t really sure what to make of it. You’ve saved our asses and most won’t look a gift horse in the mouth, but I can’t really ignore how different your mom has been lately.”

“She was a feral nymphomaniac a couple days ago,” you replied. “I don’t have all the answers, but taming the women isn’t a perfect process.”

He nodded, but persisted with his point. “I get that, but it’s just striking to me how she seems to be cold sometimes,” he showed his palms when you made to argue. “Not that she’s ever been mean or anything, but there are moments when it’s like I’m talking to a whole other person and not my best friend’s wife. The world went crazy and it’s hard for me trust women these days…I’m concerned, is all.”

You took in his words and after a moment of consideration smiled at him. “I appreciate it and I promise I’ll try and look into things more.”

The two of you settled into a somewhat peaceful silence as you finished up. It was no Great Wall of China, but the reinforced fence would keep most people out and you could tell it helped settle the nerves of some of the kids who had been taken refuge in the house.

“GUYS!” The familiar voice of Blaine cut through the air, urgency shaking his voice as he stood at the backdoor of the house. “COME INSIDE QUICK!”

A small crowd hurried into the expansive building and followed a commotion through to the front door. Your dad was standing by with an old hunting rifle at the ready. There was a banging at the heavily fortified door, and then a voice was calling out from the other side.

“Please! I’ve seen people go into this house!” It was a young woman’s voice, thick with emotion, “please we need help!”

Alan came up beside you. “Think it’s a trick?”

“PLEASE! THEY’RE AFTER US!”

The banging continued, as did the pleading. Every guy at the doorway looked like they were preparing for a fight, but you couldn’t help but feel there was something genuine to that voice. You pushed by your dad and opened the door.

A teenage girl fell through immediately, her ash-blond hair in disarray, her plump limps cracked from dehydration. You noticed two small children clutching onto her with big eyes full of fear.

As you leaned down to check on her she grabbed your arm desperately. “Please…it’s coming for me!”

“Who…what’s coming for you?”

Her voice was a dry whisper and right before she lost consciousness you could make out only a single word.

“Venus..”