Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Day 4

4 Section 51 -- Ryan's complaint

"Look what the cat dragged in!" laughed Nicole as Ryan joined them in the kitchen. Katie, Jennifer and the two toddlers were right behind. "Looks like you had a tough night!"

Ryan made a beeline for the coffee. "You wouldn't believe," he sighed as he poured three cups. Katie kept her head down while she got Alex into his high chair. Jennifer at least was laughing.

"Mom, Dad, can we be part of your joint household?" asked Ryan.

"What's the matter, Ryan, you got the hots for your mother and sister?" asked Patrick.

Ryan settled himself into a chair, pulling Jennifer and Katie onto his knees. "That's not it at all, Dad. I need to share my wealth with you, and I need to confess that I cannot satisfy Katie all by myself."

"What?!?" squawked Katie. "You don't want me?"

"Katie, Katie," smiled Ryan as he hugged both women. "I'm the luckiest man on Earth. Well, I guess I'm not on Earth anymore. Katie, you're insatiable! Mom, Dad, this woman wears me out! And then she goes after Jennifer! We fucked all evening. We finally passed out from exhaustion. Katie woke me up three times to get more dick! Katie must have had more orgasms yesterday than all of you put together!" All of the adults were now in stitches. Katie, initially mortified, saw that all those surrounding her were happy for her and began to chuckle herself.

"I know! I know!" shouted Amanda. "We can lock Katie and Marc in a bedroom and then make bets on who is the first to beg for mercy!"

"That might be 'cruel and unusual punishment,'" laughed Nicole.

"Cruel and unusual, for sure," chimed in Patrick, "but maybe not punishment. What a way to go!"

"Ryan," said Nicole, "you and Jennifer already know you're welcome in our beds. I heard when Katie was afraid you were dumping her. I don't want to do anything to shake Katie's self-confidence.

"Katie, you are an incredibly beautiful woman. You also now have a shiny new exterior you can show off." That brought laughs. "We have always had a loving family. Ryan and Jennifer bailed on us, so we went out and recruited Marc and Ruth, Linda and Valerie, and Leah along with our Amanda. We would be delighted if you three stayed with us forever, or if you simply stayed with us for a while and then formed your own family again.

"I'll warn you, though. If you stay here, you'll have to strut your stuff until you're positively sick of being told that you're beautiful. I'll even give you a crash course on how to fish for compliments. You'll have to give and get all the sex you want. Oh, and you have to leave at least one of the men with a tiny bit of sperm for me."

"AI," said Patrick, "is there any special need to formally join the two families? Could Ryan and his family just hang out here for the foreseeable future?"

"It makes no difference whether the joining is formal or not," replied the AI. "Ryan may remain with you as long as all sponsors wish. He may split with you at any time. You and Nicole are already afforded two living units. There will be sufficient room. You are all required to relocate this morning in any case. The assignment of a living unit for Ryan and his family can be postponed. When and if Ryan wishes, a living unit can immediately be assigned. Whether Ryan stays with Nicole and Patrick or in his own living unit, the concubines Jennifer and Katie belong to him. There are protocols regarding the use, and abuse, of the property of another volunteer."

"Then we don't have to decide whether we're visiting or living with you, do we?" asked Jennifer. "And there are a lot of mothers to watch the children, in case any of us gets the itch from time to time." That brought peals of laughter.

"Is there anything of importance that we left behind in our unit?" asked Ryan.

"There is nothing that cannot easily be replicated," answered the AI. "There are no articles that came from Earth. Likewise, this unit is devoid of personal effects. The living unit you are being transferred to is twice the size of this unit. The unit is ready to receive you. Please use the transporter pad to effect the transfer as soon as possible."

4 Section 52 -- Godwin breakfast

"The children are up and about," the AI said through Martin's implant and quietly through the collars of Sarah and Sandy. The collars also vibrated, helping the sisters to awaken. The sensation on their necks was entirely new, and very effective.

The three quietly made their way off the bed. He opened his arms, inviting both into a hug. Instead, the girls gave him a peck on the cheek and a squeeze of his morning wood before they dashed for the bathroom. Martin sub-vocalized a request for a substantial quantity of hot coffee.

Instead of waiting in the kitchen for the coffee, he made his way up the lift. He found his elder sons cheerfully engaged in a pillow fight. When Daniel spotted him, he stopped swinging and ran to collect a hug. "Good morning, son."

"Good morning, Dad. Logan and me are having fun. I promise not to hurt him, Dad." Martin felt his heart swell with pride and joy.

Logan was more tentative. After all, his dad was not there. Logan knew this fella wanted to be a dad, too, but he had not yet passed muster. Logan was reserving judgment. He stood, pillow in hand, watching his new big brother and the dad wannabe. Martin sub-vocalized a call for Jack to quickly join in fending off alligators.

"Who is a hungry boy?" Martin cheerfully asked.

"I am! I am!" both boys sang out.

"Who wants to go down and have some breakfast?"

"I do, I do!"

He led them to the doorway and suddenly stopped, feigning surprise and fear. "Oh, no! We're in trouble now! Alligators! This is going to be hard!" he said. "How are we going to get to the lift?"

Both boys' expressions were a mixture of fear, wonder and excitement. "I don't know!" they shouted.

"Dad! Dad!" Martin called to Jack as he came up the lift. "Look out! Daaanger! Alligators! Don't let them get you!"

Jack immediately got the program. He crouched, held his hand over his eyes as if to shield out the sun and made to look out for the dreaded alligators.

"Dad," said Jack, "our only chance is riding shoulders. Piggyback won't do. Those alligators especially love boy toes."

Martin looked over and saw Sarah and Sandy in the doorway of the next room, watching with glee. "Hi, Mom!" he said. "Hi, Other Mom!" The sisters giggled.

"Step on those rocks, Dad," said Martin, "so you can get over here. I don't think I can do two big boys on my shoulders at once!" As Martin and the boys watched, Jack "jumped" between rocks in the pretend river, once having to pinwheel his arms to keep from falling into the raging river.

"Dad!" cried Logan, "you made it!" Logan wrapped his arms around Jack's neck in a big hug.

"Hi, Dad," Daniel said in a more subdued tone.

"Good morning, my son," said Jack as he mussed Daniel's hair. "Good morning, my son," he said as he hugged Logan back. "I am mighty hungry. You think we can get past those alligators and go get some grub?"

"Yeah!" cheered both boys.

"Okay then, who's ready for shoulders?" asked Jack.

"Me! Me!" they chanted.

"Climb on up, then," smiled Jack. Logan shot around to Jack's back and tried to climb up. Jack let him flail for a bit. Logan could not get any traction with his bare foot against Jack's bare back. "Not working', huh?" Logan shook his head. "Come around the side, here. Use my thigh for a step. Now can you get your leg on my shoulder?" Logan could not quite make it. "Logan, ask Dad to boost you up."

Logan looked pleadingly at Martin, silently asking for help but yet unwilling to use the 'Dad' appellation on the wannabe. With a smile, Martin dutifully boosted Logan up and onto Jack's shoulders. Then he gently guided Daniel in front of him and facing away. "Ready, set..." and with a whoosh, a very happy Daniel found himself seated on Martin's shoulders.

Logan and Jack went first. Jack leaned way over, 'searching' for alligators. "See any 'gators, son?" When Logan did not reply, he said, "Ooh, there's one, over there! We can make it! Hold on!" With that, Jack 'jumped' from one stone to the other, stopping once to regain his 'balance', until they reached the lift. Turning back, they saw Martin and Daniel preparing for the journey. Sandy and Sarah were still in the next doorway.

"Logan, say 'hi, Mom'."

"Hi, Mom." Sarah answered cheerfully with a wave.

"Logan, say 'hi, Mom'."

"I just did!"

"Then say 'hi, Other Mom'."

"Hi, Other Mom!" Sandy laughed and waved also.

"Let's go find some more moms. Escaping alligators is hungry work, isn't it?"

"Yeah!" The AI took its cue and the lift took them to the first level. Jack stepped off. The lift rose to await Martin.

Jack tottered forward, 'drunkenly' weaving side to side. "Son, you're getting so big! So heavy! I can hardly carry you!" He dropped to one knee, held for a beat and then smoothly continued until he was sitting on the floor, legs out in front and with Logan still on his shoulders. He coaxed Logan off his shoulders and down his back. "Whew! When did you grow so big?" Logan giggled. He was having a ball. "Is that because you're the big brother now?" Logan laughed and nodded vigorously.

"I need some breakfast to get my energy back! Let's go see if we can find some moms to give us some breakfast!" Logan began to run off. "Wait! Wait! Is it your turn to give me a shoulders ride?" Logan loved it, laughing and shaking his entire body 'no'. "No?!? I gave you shoulders! You're getting so big! I don't get shoulders? Okay. I'm hungry! Help me up!"

By this time, the lift brought Martin and Daniel to the first level. "We made it!" sang Martin. "Those alligators almost got us! Let's go tell our moms how dads saved us!"

The older Daniel knew how to slide down Martin's back. The two boys darted for the kitchen. The dads shared a wink and a chuckle before following.

In the kitchen, they found Beth and Diane making steady progress toward a breakfast feast. "You know what boys love for breakfast?" Beth almost chanted. "Paaancakes. Boys like pancakes best of all. Doncha?" The boys laughed and cheered. Beth produced a plate stacked high with steaming pancakes, which she laid out on one of the tables. Diane followed closely with plates and silver. She began serving two portions. Butter, syrup, sausage and glasses of cold milk followed closely behind.

"Daniel," said Allison -- who was sitting on Rob's lap -- "will you please help your brother cut up his pancakes?"

Daniel looked at Allison and nodded his head. "Yes, Mom," said Jack, who gently prodded Daniel's shoulder.

"Yes, Mom," said Daniel shyly.

"I'm sorry I'm not helping," Allison told Diane and Beth.

"No, you're not!" laughed Diane. "Stay where you are. You look comfortable. You look like you belong there."

"It's hard to help," giggled Beth, "when you're full of dick."

Allison made to stand just as the twins appeared, their hair slightly damp. "Wait, wait, wait!" giggled Diane, motioning Allison to sit still. "I think I know this fairy tale. Lemme see if I have it right. The beautiful and loving princess was locked in the body of a troll. Every day for well over twelve years, she gladly received the seed of her handsome prince, winter and summer, through flood," and she pointed at her own pussy, "or drought. Her own relief was self-inflicted, on the toilet, monthly, whether she needed it or not.

"Then one day the fairy godmother arrived," and she pointed at Martin.

"Hey! I'm no fairy!!" Martin sang out. They all laughed.

"...So the Good Witch of the South," Diane continued without missing a beat, "released the princess from her troll shell and let her inner beauty -- body and soul -- shine forth for all to see. The Witch of the South roughly calculated that the handsome prince was ahead of the princess by approximately four thousand orgasms." Howls of laughter. "The Witch commanded the princess to catch up with all deliberate speed. The Witch pointed out that every 'O' from the handsome prince was exactly no help in catching up -- but it felt so, so, good, so she did it anyway, over and over and over and over...." All of the adults, including Allison and Rob, are now in stitches. The children were baffled.

"What do you want us to do?" the twins asked when the laughter had subsided.

"We're having a breakfast smorgasbord," said Allison. "Food and equipment are steadily coming out of the replicators. Please help arrange them on our new buffet table."

Lilly and Nathan darted in, followed by Sarah. Morgan toddled in, holding one of Sandy's fingers in each fist. She was grinning her pride and joy at her newfound skill.

There was a flurry of activity as the mothers were served coffee while they wrestled little ones into the high chair and boosters. Soon, plates were being filled from the smorgasbord.

"Twins, would you make please make plates for Rob and Allison?" asked Beth.

"I think Rob's already feeding her," quipped Erin as she pointed to her pussy. The room erupted in laughter again.

"Sorry I'm almost late," Laura said from the doorway. "I had to practice my pirouette. It's hard to do while wearing a bowling ball." The room again filled with laughter as Laura assumed the classic ballerina pose, arms above her head, roughly forming an 'O' and fingertips together. She began -- slowly and carefully -- to spin around, singing, "Na, na, na,na, na, na," with gusto, to applause and cheers. The pose highlighted the effects on her body resulting from her pregnancy. It pulled her breasts upward and outward. It showed clearly the oval in her abdomen that was the baby. "Like every baby, this is a miracle. I am proud to bring this life into our family, for all to love and cherish."

Sarah and Sandy rose to collect her in a big hug. At the very last moment, they remembered the 'no touching' rule. Both froze. "Aw, come here," Laura laughed. "I need your hugs right now. I need your love, all of you." When they broke the embrace, Laura said, "This is my son. Sarah, Sandy, this is YOUR son. Touch him. Feel the life within me."

When they had finished, Laura stepped away from them and stood between and slightly behind the seated Beth and Diane, who turned to look at her. "Beth, this is your son. Diane, this is your son. Will you greet him?" Beth was ready and able to do so. Diane was taken aback at the idea that the nearly fully formed baby was her son. Finally she was able to reach out and caress Laura's tummy. "I'm sorry, Laura. I'm having trouble with the idea that first I have a baby and then I get pregnant. I'll get over it, I'm sure." After they had caressed her tummy, she kissed each of them on the cheek and moved on.

"Erin and Emma, you are still virgins -- in your pussies! -- and yet, this is your son." The twins smiled radiantly and caressed her tummy.

"Daniel and Logan, this is your brother. He isn't born yet. He'll be too little to play with you for a while. Please say hello to him." Their touches were at first tentative but they relaxed when she smiled at them.

"Baby boy," she said to her tummy, "this is your mom Allison and your dad Rob." They too caressed her tummy.

"Jack, this will be the first of your sons that you'll hold on its first day in our world." He smiled and caressed her.

"And, finally, Martin. You who knew that this was your son before I did. Thank you for saving me. Thank you, thank you all, for helping me to slough the shackles Kevin put on me, which I LET Kevin put on me. As Beth told me, Martin, my abject slavery to you makes me safer, more free and more alive than I have ever been in my life. I am not crippled. I'm not completely well yet either, but I will be." The tears were flowing but she smiled beatifically as she climbed onto Martin's lap and curled up, drawing Martin's arms around her.

After that, a pleasant meal was had by all. Martin coaxed Laura to stay in his lap -- it was not hard to convince her -- and he fed her and himself from the same plate. Diane brought her some coffee and another helping of a few of the food items.

When they had finished eating, the children were excused. The boys made their own way up to the playroom. The twins guided the younger children up and got them started with entertainment. The AI assured them that it would advise if a child needed attention.

Martin said, "I'd like to spend some time consolidating our gains and making some plans. We can do it here, or we can adjourn to the living room."

It was decided that the living room was more comfortable. When they had finished eating, Martin, Laura, Rob and Allison were chased out of the kitchen. The rest made short work of the cleanup. Soon, they were all settling themselves on the sofas.

Martin opened his arms to Allison, who happily stepped into the embrace. "How are you doing, beautiful princess?" Martin asked softly.

She squeezed him tightly and held for quite a while. She pulled her head back far enough to look at him. Tears ran down her cheeks but she was smiling radiantly. "Thank you," she said softly. "Thank you for saving our family intact. Thank you for the way you've handled the twins and Daniel. Thank you for releasing me from the oppression that was my body."

She squeezed him tightly again. "I will always, gladly, do anything you ask. I will always, gladly, give my body to you. I will come to love you very soon, I know. Thank you for letting me draw comfort, strength and courage from Rob, the man who will always be first in my heart. I will bear all of your children, as many as you want, as quickly as you want. I owe you everything, Martin. For the first time in my life, I am truly content."

They stood in their embrace. Allison kissed him and he kissed her back. They broke the embrace and Allison returned to sit on Rob's lap. Martin signaled Diane an invitation to sit on his lap and she accepted.

"I had fun last night," chuckled Martin. Hoots and laughter showed that they all had had fun.

"I am so pleased at the way you and Jack have swept Daniel and Logan off their feet," said a smiling Sarah. "Logan has a new hero, Jack. He's a bit wary of Martin. Rob hasn't had much chance to be with him yet. I can't believe how well this family formation is going."

Beth asked Allison, "Have you been able to gauge how Daniel is doing in this?"

"Well," allowed Allison, "Martin has pretty much bowled Daniel over. The new and improved Rob hasn't had much chance at all to interact with Daniel, much less Logan. I think Daniel is impressed with Jack but he so far has let Logan crowd him out. I'm sure that the two boys and the three dads will get on swimmingly."

"We have a long, long life ahead of us," chuckled Rob. "I'm Daniel's father. We have a strong relationship. I don't feel the need to reassert my position with him. Daniel is confident in his relationship with me. He's infatuated with Martin. He's willing to get closer to Jack but he sees that right now Logan needs Jack more. Daniel hasn't said it, but he is aware that Logan's father isn't in our family. The two boys are getting closer to each other. They're going to be just fine, both of them."

"Can I say something?" asked Erin. The smiling group turned to face her. "I think we oughta have 'Dad Jack' and 'Dad Rob' but you," and she pointed at Martin and smiled shyly, ought to be 'Papa'." It was Beth who began to applaud and cheer. Soon, they were all clapping and cheering. Martin was proclaimed 'Papa' on the spot.

Martin said, "We messed with the boys' heads about 'dad'. I think that that was just the right thing to do. Both of the boys have a strong attachment to a dad. Daniel has a strong attachment to two dads, and is comfortable with Jack. Logan has the one dad that he needs right now. He'll come around to both Rob and me.

"I don't think that any of the younger children will be saying 'dad' or 'papa' any time soon. I don't think that's any problem at all. They'll hear Logan and Daniel saying it a lot. Sooner or later, they'll simply start using those names. Maybe each of them will use that name on only one of us at first.

"We should be gentler with all the kids about the name 'mom'. There are eight of you, including a real mom for each of the children. I'd really like your thoughts. I don't think having three heads turn when one of them says 'dad' is going to be a problem. I do think having eight heads turn when one of them says 'mom' isn't going to work at all. What do you think? About both the names 'dad' and 'mom'?"

"You're right," sighed Beth. "I suppose we have to choose whether we have them simply use our first names, or put 'mom' or 'mamma' in front of our given name, or what."

"I think I ought to avail myself of my brief opportunity to pull rank on account of I'm the oldest," sneered Sarah with a laugh. That provoked catcalls and laughter.

"By this afternoon, you'll be eighteen again, just like the rest of us," cackled Diane. "However, bein' as how you've staked out a claim to wisdom on account of your advanced age, tell us, O wise one, what's my moniker?" Everyone laughed.

Beth quipped, "I think Sarah's only trying to wind up our talk so she can go to the med bay. Maybe Jack's gaffe still stings?"

"What gaffe?" asked Allison, looking at a deeply blushing Jack.

"Jack tried to express his thought with the wrong word," laughed Sandy. "He said Sarah is old." That made them all laugh. Sarah was now blushing nearly as deeply as Jack, but they were both laughing too.

"Okay, okay," chuckled Martin. "Back to the appellation for mother."

"I don't think we ought to teach the children to use only our given names," said Diane. "Imagine hearing one say, 'Hey, Shoiley, how 'bout a little help over heah'." She used the most gruff, over-wrought New Jersey accent she could muster, to howls of laughter.

"If you can't use first names, and you can't all be 'mom' then it sounds like both are going to be needed," observed Rob.

"How about 'Mama Beth'," said Beth, "Mama Di-ann, Mama Sa-rah, San-dee, Em-ma, Er-rin, Laur-rah, Al-li-son."

"That last one doesn't roll off the tongue smoothly," said Allison, "does it?"

"With your new body and your new mindset," observed Sarah, "maybe you deserve a new name, too. Do you have a nickname?"

"No," said Allison, "I've never had a nickname. There doesn't seem to be a nickname for Allison except 'Alli' but nobody ever used that. Don't you DARE, Rob, tell them what you call me when we're between the sheets."

When that round of laughter died down, they agreed that the two syllable 'Alli' would work for the time being. "Allison," said Beth, "I think you deserve a better name than an abbreviation that no one would bother to use in the past. You're better than that. Do you have a first name that you really, really like? Do you really, really like your middle name?"

"My middle name is Claire," Allison said diffidently. I've never thought much about the name, which was my grandmother's."

"To me," said Diane, "you've pitched that ugly old Allison overboard. I think you ought to do what you can to never be reminded about that Allison creature ever again. I'd say Claire works just fine, thank you very much. What do you say?"

Allison took the time to 'poll' each person in the room with her eyes. She was deeply gratified to see only love, affection and support. "I think I'd like to be Claire from now on." Amid cheers, all of the women went to... Claire for kisses and hugs.

"By the way, Claire," said Martin, "are you heading for the med bay this morning with the others?"

"I may go," allowed Claire, "but not this morning. I'm still trying to decide what that woman in the mirror is supposed to look like."

"Yeah," gibed Diane, "what does a slut look like, anyway?"

Over the laughter, Laura barked, "We already have twins, Diane. Why should she look like you?" Pandemonium. Screeches and howls of laughter.

"I am WOUNDED!" cried Diane in mock agony. "You have cut me to the very quick! How dare you deeply insult me FIRST!" She could barely get out her riposte before she doubled over in laughter.

"It's your own fault," laughed Beth. "I would have to pay a lot of money for a straight line like that."

Martin allowed the laughter to carry on for a while before calling them back to seriousness. "What is your considered judgment of the enhancements, if any, that Jack should have?"

"You are already aware," said Diane, "that, with the exception of Claire, we're all the same between the ears as we were before we did the med tubes. So it will be for Jack. We don't see why Jack shouldn't have about the same package we got. The main difference is that he's anxious to become older rather than younger. He has a nice cock and he has the right attitude. He has good stamina and he gets hard again right away.

"Every young girl wants big tits. I'm sure every boy wants a giant snake in his pants -- when he can wear pants. Jack is going to be putting his up the twins' poop chutes. I'm sure he doesn't want to hurt them. Please don't go any bigger than you or Rob are."

"Jack, how does that sound to you?" asked Martin. "What would you like for enhancements?"

"I would like to look older. I hardly have to shave as it is, but I'd like never to have to shave again. I like my hair the way it is. If it could be kept that way, I'd like that. You can change my height and weight if you like. The rest like Rob would be good, I guess."

"AI," said Martin, "for Jack's enhancements, height five feet ten, weight one hundred seventy, hair as it is now with no more growth, no beard or mustache, eight inch erection with the male reproductive enhancements. Enhance physique as with Rob. Increase strength, stamina and speed. Jack, anything else?"

A smiling Jack asked, "Circumcised?"

"That is entirely up to you, Jack."

"Then I want that."

"Okay," said Martin, "AI, add circumcision to Jack's modifications. Anything else?" Jack shook his head. "Sarah, Sandy and Jack, off you go to the med bay."

"I'm feeling that I haven't spent enough time with the three little ones," said Martin. "Their mothers aren't here now for them to hide behind if they feel the need to. Do you think I ought to wait until your sisters return?"

"Their real mommies are going to look a bit different to the children," said Beth. "They'll still look like themselves, just younger and svelte. I don't think the differences will be significant for the little ones, but I don't really know. I don't think you ought to make a conscious effort to engage with the children right now. AI, what are the children doing now?"

A hologram image of the playroom, scaled down in size, was displayed before the parents. The AI had created a large, elaborate, real tubular hamster run with a great number of entrances. Portions of the run were clear and the rest were opaque. Lilly and Nathan were trying to guess, and reach for, the place where the holographic hamster would next appear. Of course the hamster would appear somewhere else and squeak at them, sparking delighted laughs.

One-year-old Morgan was watching a video being displayed on a wall. The characters reminded Martin of Teletubbies. Occasionally, one of the characters would walk right out of the wall and into the room for a moment. Little Morgan watched with rapt attention.

In the boys' room, Logan held a ball bat. On the wall, the image of a uniformed pitcher went through his windup and delivery. Amazingly, the ball flew right into the room -- very slowly, but on the same trajectory as the pitcher's throw. Logan took a mighty swing, but missed. The ball disappeared as soon as it passed Logan. On the next pitch, Logan connected and the sound was of a baseball striking a metal bat. The virtual ball shot right back to the wall and appeared to bounce toward the shortstop. Logan dropped his bat and jumped around, cheering himself.

Daniel took up the bat and prepared for the next pitch. He was already a good batter. He connected on three pitches in a row.

"Amazing," sighed Martin. "It looks like it will be a very long time before the kids even begin to tax the capacity of the AI to entertain them."

"I'm sure it can educate them just as well," added Claire, "and that doesn't even count the sleep chamber thingy."

"The sleep trainer," the AI corrected.

"Have you ladies had an opportunity to agree upon a pregnancy schedule?" asked Martin.

"Speaking of which," Diane said in her best imitation of a Southern Belle as she batted her eyes, "I have already been forced to wait for thirteen hours and twenty seven minutes since the last time I had an orgasm. I see no immediate relief in sight. I'm afraid I must lodge a complaint with the management." Everyone laughed.

"No," answered Beth, "we really haven't had an opportunity to talk about the order for us to get pregnant, or how much spacing there should be between pregnancies. But, to choose the first of us to be impregnated, there are fewer possibilities than you might think. There are eight women in our family. The twins are too young. That leaves six. Laura can't get pregnant because she already is. Five. Diane can't be first. Four. Sandy's Morgan is only fourteen months old. The rest of us are going to crowd her out. That leaves three.

"I'm going to pull rank on Claire and Sarah and put myself first in line. I'd like all of your help deciding the gender. I don't know whether to start our boy-and-three-girls scheme going forward, or whether we should count the three boys and two girls we have."

They talked about it quite a bit. Finally, Beth said, "I admit it. I really want a boy. I raised two girls and I must say I think they've turned out rather well. Yes, I know that Daniel, Logan, Nathan and Bozo over there are my sons, and I will love them and be as good a mother to them as I can.

"But it's not the same as having my own son. I guess I'm the only mother who doesn't already have a son."

"That's a good enough reason for me," said Martin with a smile. "Does anyone object?" Of course there were none. As he looked steadily at Beth, he asked, "AI, when can two ova be released in Beth?"

"Beth is already approaching ovulation," the AI responded. "The ova can be released today if you wish."

"Can you eliminate the sperm that are inside her now?"

"Yes."

Eyes still locked with Beth, he said, "Please have two ova released in Beth right away. Please eliminate all of the existing sperm, including mine, now inside Beth. I want to look Beth in the eyes when I release my seed in her. I want her acutely aware that I am planting her son and her daughter into her womb. Please see that a baby boy and a baby girl lodge themselves in Beth's womb and begin to grow healthy and strong."

"The requested procedures are easily accomplished," answered the AI, "but a brief period in a med tube -- or a somewhat longer period in a sleep trainer -- is required."

Martin was nonplussed. "Which would you like, Beth?"

"I really don't want to leave our home for a few minutes in a med tube," sighed Beth with a smile. "I'll have a spin in the sleep trainer and see what it's like."

"I seem to recall that lions mate incessantly -- dozens of times -- over a couple of days. We can't do dozens of times, but you should plan on being taken by me repeatedly for a couple of days. AI, how soon can Beth's pregnancy be confirmed?"

"Beth's urine will be tested each time she voids. The test results are immediately available. A positive result will be reported to you."

Martin nodded. "Beth can be an exemplar for us, too. Making babies is as close to sacred as there is for me. I want to wait until the rest of our family returns. I want any who wish to be able to watch you blush your orgasm and see the angelic smile on your face.

"Maybe I've gone overboard here. Maybe you want this to be no big deal. I hope this will be a special time for each of you in turn, special when the babies are made and special when the babies are born. Sometime later today, I would like all of the women to put their heads together while the three dads are off doing something else. If any of you don't want what I proposed, or want to suggest changes, let us know. Also, please see if you can tentatively sort out the order and timing of pregnancies. Our situation may change later. We'll deal with later when it comes.

"Okay," he said as he turned to everyone in the room. "You know that when the kids get back, they're going to want to get banged. Rob, you, Jack, Sandy and Sarah can all be in one of your bedrooms or you can split up.

"Beth, I find myself suddenly extremely horny. I realized that we aren't going to be together as a family for some time. The girls and guys are both going to want to try out their new sexual gymnastics. Would you like to make something of a ritual of your impregnation?"

Beth blushed and looked down. "I would like that." She brought her gaze up to meet his. "I wouldn't mind waiting, if you will. In the mean time, I'll go do my time in the sleep trainer. You can avert a public scene with the management if you'll attend to the needs of the lady on your lap."

"Nothing would please me more," Martin said to Diane. "Shall we adjourn to my bedroom, or would you like to make a spectacle of yourself here in the living room?"

"I'd like to be horizontal, if you please," she answered. Without another word he stood, holding her in his arms, and began to walk.

4 Section 53 -- Shifts

"The following is being broadcast to sponsors only," Alan Forester heard through his implant. "All of the residents of this neighborhood have been transferred and settled into their living units. There are no vacant living units in this neighborhood. Accordingly, sponsors are allowed -- but not required -- to grant to their concubines permission to wear shifts. The decision rests entirely with you, the sponsor. You have absolute control over the entire matter. You may direct the wearing of shifts at certain times and not others, in certain places and not others, or only under specified circumstances.

"Please be advised that until notified otherwise, whenever any of your concubines are transported out of this neighborhood, the concubine must be nude. This restriction will be lifted at the time that all neighborhoods are fully occupied.

"Just because you can does not mean that you should allow the wearing of shifts. On the contrary, the concubines have been nude for only three days. This is deemed insufficient time for the concubines to internalize their new status as property. It is highly recommended that your concubines remain nude until after arrival on the colony Frik on Day 21.

"As before, minor dependents are required to be clothed outside the living unit, except where recreational activity indicates otherwise. Whether or not to wear clothes within the living unit is strictly the choice of the minor dependent in cooperation with the sponsor involved."

Alan had made his office his private domain. He and his concubines had been allotted two living units. The sleep trainer that had been in his office was moved into the 'office' on the other side of the enlarged unit.

Alan adjourned to this office and settled himself in his armchair. The announcement offered an opportunity for him to reflect on the recent past and on the future.

It had been nearly two full days since he offered sponsorship to the Wong and Rodriguez families. The initial discussion at home of their sexual histories had been useful in breaking the ice. Maria, Lisa, Benjamin and he had retired to the master bedroom, leaving the rest of the family in the living room.

When it came time to give herself to her sponsor, Maria was deeply conflicted. She was beside herself with gratitude that Alan had sponsored her family intact. The rational side of her mind was dedicated to absolute loyalty and obedience to Alan. Her libido had been enhanced and she had had no relief; her body was desperate to mate.

But she was a good Catholic. In her own mind, she was married. The thought of coupling with Alan, and with Benjamin, and Lisa, and Victoria, and her own children was morally reprehensible to her.

She knew she had to do her duty. She wanted to obey. Instead, she bawled.

Lisa stepped into the breach. Alan and Benjamin were left not knowing what to do with themselves as Lisa wrapped Maria in a tight embrace. She cooed and stroked and gently kissed Maria until the worst of the crying spell was over. Lisa continued to touch and stroke Maria's hair and face and shoulders and back.

Lisa was eventually able to transfer Maria's affections to Alan. Lisa cuddled with Benjamin while they watched Alan pour all of his skill and energy into a wonderful lovemaking experience for Maria.

None of the remaining 'first time' experiences held any drama. Vickie and Muriel happily gave up their cherries, laying side by side. A second erection was coaxed from an unenhanced Benjamin. Both of the men spent at least some time sheathed inside each of the women. Lisa delivered a toe-curling blowjob to Pete. They slept in a heap on Alan's bed.

Lisa cemented her position as den mother at breakfast the following morning. She directed traffic and supervised chores with a light and cheerful touch while she brooked no argument. The meal was altogether pleasant.

The family adjourned to the living room. Body modifications were discussed. Vickie and Muriel wanted to be older. Alan persuaded them to let the ageing occur as their pregnancies advanced; they would appear to be seventeen when their babies were born. Juanita was the right age already.

After some discussion, Maria, Lisa and Benjamin were delighted to be made to look eighteen. Other modifications -- including strength and the male reproductive enhancements for Benjamin -- were ordered. Off they went to the medical bay for modifications.

While the rest awaited the return of their family members, Juanita cheerfully managed to lose her anal cherry to Alan. The other two girls weren't ready to do anal but they and Pete observed closely. They did give Pete his first carpet-munching lesson, and he did very well with their still-sore pussies.

Alan decided that Arthur and Tania were not being appreciated. He found them playing on the upper level and invited them to decide on an activity for the entire group. Alan was surprised when Tania lobbied strongly for the water park, with its wave pool and scary slides. That is what the family did. A wonderful time was had by all.

Alan had had more sex in the last two days than... ever. There seemed to be no friction between any of the new family members. Instead, everyone seemed to be going to great lengths to please everyone else. Lisa, Maria and Benjamin were very pleased with their newly-young bodies. Pete was finding a niche for himself. Everyone seemed completely comfortable with their sexuality.

Still, he could tell that they were still thinking about what they were supposed to do, how they were supposed to act. He decided that nudity was still helping his concubines. Besides, the scenery was so much better that way.

4 Section 54 -- Ashley Quinn

"We should have breakfast in the common area," announced Stephanie Quinn. "Ashley, get some clothes on. Everyone, I'd like to leave in five minutes."

Concubines remained nude at all times. The three younger children were always clothed except during their bath. Ashley, barely thirteen but suffering raging hormones, spent most of her waking hours scheming to get herself impaled by her dad or, failing that, then on someone's tongue. She groused whenever she had to dress, and would only put on a shift.

She had worked with the AI extensively to alter the design of her shifts. She knew the AI was unwilling to extend the length of the hem. That was hardly her problem. She was short, and the hem already covered more of her thighs than she really wanted. It was, however, willing to make other alterations. She kept the overall length the same, but made the rest so small that it clung to her coltish body like a second skin. In fact, the tight fit drew attention to the only part of her body that the form-fitting garment did not display -- her crotch.

Stephanie was not enamored of Ashley's fashions. Because she was a dependent, Ashley had not had her libido enhanced as the adults had. It was just as well -- Ashley's desire was in overdrive anyway. Perhaps the frequent sights, sounds and smells of sexual activity were to blame.

Caitlyn had not acted like this at age thirteen but, even with the relaxed dress code and public morality brought on by the advent of the Confederacy, their home life had been old fashioned. Mom and Dad's sex life was kept behind closed doors, was not discussed and certainly was not displayed. Stephanie did not know whether Caitlyn would have acted more like Ashley in the current circumstances. Here, Ashley could watch all the sex she wanted. Stephanie knew Ashley would continue to act out until she achieved her goal: she wanted man seed in her bowels.

The days before had been a blur. Stephanie's tryst with the marine had taken the edge off -- for a while. Caroline and Megan had been thrilled with their test drive with John. Once it was settled that they were a family, the AI had insisted that they be relocated to a new living unit.

Ten-year-old Colin, seven-year-old Destiny and Megan's two-year-old Grace needed and deserved attention, love and comfort while they learned about their new, very large family. Stephanie thought it important that they all participate in the interaction with the children. Colin especially needed John to step up as a male role model and as his new dad.

And then there had been the need to plan for enhancements for each of the adults plus the time spent in the med tubes. Stephanie and John had had over twenty years rolled off their bodies. John gained strength and stamina as well as the 'male reproductive enhancements'. Caroline and Megan, both younger than Stephanie, needed less in the way of enhancements. Caitlyn did not need any to begin with. They all looked and felt better at the cost of some pain and fatigue.

There had been time for sex, but there was only one man to be shared between four women plus Ashley. Caitlyn's first sexual encounter with John had been intense for them and for Ashley, who had a ringside seat. John's resilience left much to be desired until he had been able to get into a med tube. The women compensated and began to bond by bedding each other. Ashley had sometimes been invited to participate. In fairness, Ashley had so far gotten short shrift in the sex department. Stephanie knew she ought to bow to the inevitable and get Ashley's anal cherry popped.

Colin and Destiny led the way out of the living unit. Their new neighborhood was completely occupied and the corridors had lots of people, all heading for breakfast in the common area. Caroline tried to keep pace with her two. Megan and Caitlyn each held one of little Grace's hands as she toddled along. John and Stephanie held hands as they followed. Ashley made a point of staying near enough behind that her mom would not pay close attention to her.

Because Ashley was flirting outrageously whenever she had the opportunity to do so and whenever her mother was not looking. The men approaching them in the corridor were fair game. The male concubines were especially fun because Ashley could almost instantly gauge her effect on her victim simply by watching the meter hanging between the guy's legs.

Ashley tried everything she could think of, scoring her moves by the responses of her oncoming victims. She pushed up her still-budding breasts. She used her fingers in her mouth to let them know she wanted to suck something else. She turned and shook her butt, sometimes covered, sometimes not. She thrust her pelvis out in front of her. She pulled her hem as high as she dared, nearly exposing her bare crotch. For one particularly shocked and aroused young man, she did expose herself as she pranced by.

Somehow, neither John nor Stephanie realized what their daughter was up to. Their party reached the dining area, ordered and collected their meals and found a place to sit. They enjoyed each other's company as they casually ate their meals.

Ashley was on a roll. An erection that she caused was like adrenaline to her. She could barely maintain her composure during her meal. She fidgeted in her seat, spreading and closing her knees in hopes that she would catch some man trying to gawk up her dress. She ran a finger up her slit a bit but stopped when she decided that that was too dangerous.

An alert steward picked up on Ashley's game. Stephanie stopped chewing and adopted a thousand-yard stare while the AI passed along the details of Ashley's escapades. She resumed eating while she considered her response.

"What am I to do with you, Ashley?" Stephanie casually asked.

Ashley blanched, completely surprised. "What do you mean?"

A smiling Stephanie shook her head in wonder. "Would you like an instant replay of your antics since we left our living unit? Would you like to count with me how many times your pussy has been exposed?"

The rest of the adults around the table tuned in on the exchange between their sponsor and her youngest. Ashley looked around the table and saw all eyes focused on her. "No, Mom. I really don't want an instant replay. How did you know?"

"I confess I didn't notice. A steward did notice you, noticed your effect on a number of males, and passed along an alert through the AI."

"What was she doing?" asked Caitlyn.

Stephanie turned to Ashley. "Do you want to tell her, or shall I?"

By now, Ashley was blushing crimson. "I... I was... f... flirting," she stammered. The adults began to chuckle.

"I'd say it was more like a striptease," replied Stephanie. "Ashley, not all of the rules that applied on Earth have been chucked. It's fun to see that a man thinks you're beautiful and sexually attractive. You're a dependent now, but you don't want to look like it. You can still get raped, Ashley. You can still get attacked by men, or beat up by women for that matter.

"I can't have you exposing yourself to such risks, honey. I want you to save your sexuality for inside our home. In public, I want you to comport yourself in a lady-like manner. Otherwise, you endanger yourself and anyone with you. More importantly, your misbehavior will reflect very badly on me. Can you do that for all of us, Ashley?" She nodded, tears now running down her face.

"I know you think the rules applied to you are not fair. I know you think you've been shortchanged even within those unfair restrictions. I'm sorry I have let the situation get so far out of kilter. Come here," and she held her arms open.

Ashley shot into her mother's embrace amid a torrent of tears. She sobbed silently as the rest of her family looked on in sympathy. "You know the ancient Chinese curse, don't you?" asked Stephanie. Ashley nodded. "I hope you don't regret achieving your heart's desire. Let's get you home and get you all the sex you want. Sex and more sex, until you ask us to stop. And more sex whenever you're ready again. Can we do that for you, sweetheart?" Ashley bawled her thanks.