



Body-Shifters Universe:


The Vegas Strain


by: Seraglio



It would be over soon,
Brent realized. After the wheel

had come up on Red, when hed

bet on Black... oohhh! Again! He

was losing chips hand over fist!

There went his stimulus rebate

check, and his mortgage

payment...ouch!

I can turn it

around... he hissed, gripping

the rim of the table

expectantly, amidst the glitz

and glitter of the casino floor.

And the girls. Two of them.

Brent knew they were the good-

time party-girl gold-diggers

his mom had always warned him

about but... they were still

being friendly, still treating

him like a high-roller but...

really Brent couldnt pretend to

be  even before hed started

losing his shirt, he wasnt the

type who could plop down a

million bucks in Vegas! Yet

there were these two girls

rubbing up to him, dressed in

sequined red cocktail dresses

that seemed to hoist up their

generous boobs into spectacular

display.
Like true gamble-holics

everywhere, Brent put down more

chips than he could ever afford

to lose, knowing that just one

more spin would turn his luck

around!

31...black! announced

the gaming attendant. NOOOO!!! A

vein pulsed in Brents forehead

as the implications hit him, and

his chips were scooped away. How

onerous the sparkling lights and

cheerful beeps and tinkles were

now, now that hed blown so much

needed cash! It was an insult

now, the slot machines, the

blackjack. Brent stood there

stunned, only able to muster a

sneer of jealousy as he heard a

slot machine behind ringing and

buzzing as it showered coins

onto a plump, sputtering old

biddie.

Ohhhh... I think that

was everything. Cooed one of

the good-time girls behind him.

Well, thats the last Ill see

of them... Brent thought.

The last thing he could

have expected was the feel of a

pair of nipples pressing into

his back.

So frustrating, when

the game turns against you like

that. Mewed the twin sister.

They were sparkling, platinum-

blond goddesses, with a shock of

white-gold hair covering their

left eye for a flavor of supreme

sultriness, and they were

identical. To look at them was

to be torn between dazzlingly

glamorous faces and jutting

boobs that seemed to rise up

threateningly from below. On the

male chauvinistic 1-10 scale of

female attractiveness, each of

them was a 12.

I think youre in need

of some serious comfort. said

the other twin, er... her name

might have been Sally. And the

two uber-babes hooked arms and

really dragged Brent off the

floor of the casino with an

unfathomable urgency!

Its kinda good that

you finally lost... said her

twin... er... Brent wasnt sure

of her name.

Wh-wha?

Yes, if youd kept on

winning, we might have been out

there for hours. moped Sally,

as she rubbed Brents shoulders.

As the pair stumbled

through the hallway, Brent

caught of glimpse of the three

of them in an ornate, decorative

mirror on the way to the guest

hotel in this colossal, resort-

casino-hotel-entertainment

palace as only Vegas could do

properly. The mirror showed a

pudgy, hairy-armed bald forty-

year-old with a phony Hawaiian

T-shirt desperately trying to

hold on to his youth. And he was

surrounded by two toned and

busty goddesses that could only

be gold-diggers.

But hed lost all his

money. They knew hed lost all

his money. Brents mind

struggled for an answer. Hed

been seeing a lot of these

impossibly gorgeous babes

running around more and more

lately, but he didnt approach

them  babes like this.... had

to be out of his league! And

yet, here they were!
Could they be planning

to slip him a Mickey and steal

his wallet?

But they know that he

lost his money.

Maybe they wanted to

have sex with him, take

compromising photos, and then

blackmail him? But Brent was

divorced twice, not married now.

Nothing to pay Blackmail with.

The only possibility he came up

with was that these gals wanted

to knock him out, put him naked

in a bathtub full of ice and

harvest his kidneys  but that

seemed so unlikely he decided to

just roll with it and risk it.
But it wasnt his

kidneys, it was his cock they

wanted. Inside a lavish, multi-

thousand dollar suite, platinum

-blond models thrashed atop his

rampant dick. It was like a

dream, a giggling, soft-skinned,

silky-haired dream with

ginormous tits, and a grip

around his rod like wet velvet.

And Brent was cumming! Cumming

like never before! He didnt

care anymore! Didnt care what

the cost was, the price...

blasting his seed into these

busomy supermodels seemed worth

any risk. For a moment, the loss

of all that money seemed a small

price to pay.

     

  **********

Brents face hurt. From

Smiling. Apparently hed drifted

off locked in a rictus of

pleasure. He arose from the

silky, king-sized bed, and

moaned. His cock! So huge, hard!

His eight-inches of rigid meat

poked through his bathrobe and

throbbed with male potential.

Not since he was a teenager had

he felt this way! He knew that

he... he must have cum two -

three times last night. Yet, it

didnt seem to matter; Brent was

even hornier than last night!

Ooh... you got any

plans for that cock Mister? It

was Sally. Naked. Dripping wet.

She seemed to have just emerged

from the shower. Brent had the

distinct insight that it was not

necessarily because she needed

cleaning  she simply wanted to

look wet and shiny. For him.
Blatantly, she postured

herself. With a throaty moan she

ran a hand between her ample,

jutting breasts that glistened

as though sprinkled with diamond

dust. She was thrusting her

womanly assets and her naked sex

towards him, arching her back to

present Brent with a nude

paradise of female treasures to

explore.
She was panting, glaring

at him the way he should have

been glaring at them  sex

objects, fuckmeat. Brents

breath caught in his throat. It

was universal arousal. Every

part of her tanned body exuded

raw femininity in a way that was

almost surreal. Her face  even

her face seemed pornographic,

plump lips, smouldering eyes,

upswept, pointed eyebrows with a

sharp, savage beauty. Every part

of her flesh was sexy  For

Brent, even her kneecaps seemed

fuck-worthy.

B-but wh- I dont

understand; you girls know that

I lost big at the tables last

night! And youre still here? I

just... are you hooker- I mean,

working girls? What is it that

you-
 
But she cut him off.

I know men love to

analyze and understand, but

theres no need for that. No

need to understand. You are

going to fuck me. Me and my

sister. You will grab me, force

me to the bed, and impale me

with you cock. She waved her

canteloupe-sized tits at him.

That is all that matters; you

are male, I am female  and you

will fuck me deep. And then the

smell hit him. The musky,

pungeant animal-scent assailed

Brent  the scent that he had

never smelled before, yet he

knew the odor, the deepest

corners of his primal brain knew

the scent. The scent of sex and

breeding. The select molecules

muffled Brents higher brain

functions, and questions began

to die out as he groaned his

desire.
Her identical sister

caressed him from behind,

nibbled his ear, and bombarded

him with a similar mating musk.

Roaring his masculinity, the

bathrobe slid from his shoulders

as the two hotties slid to

either side of him, and his cock

throbbed with pleasure as a sex

-rage filled him.
It was difficult to

remember, as his rational mind

slipped away under a tide of

predatory lust.



     

  **********

Two Months Later -


Another Perk of being

Master of a Shifter Harem was

the effort the girls made to

reconstruct and refurbish their

mans surroundings into

something most soothing,

pleasant, and arousing from

their mans perspective.
While Brent would never

achieve his dream of getting

filthy rich and retiring to

Hawaii, his girls had spent a

lot of money and effort to bring

the dream to him. Brent spent

his days in a lush, marble-

floored atrium with tropical-

looking plants, a skylight, and

a variety of jaccuzzis built

into the floor. Dimly, he was

aware that the cost of all this

must have been astronomical, but

they had accomplished it all

without discussing it with him,

and his queries were answered by

milk-dripping breasts in his

face, sultry mouths kissing his

massive cock, and the insistence

that he - Lie back, and dont

worry about things like that.

Indeed, all Brent had to

do was cum. And that he did with

explosive relish. His girls

would seduce him wearing flowers

in the hair, and Tropical Lais

around their shoulders, and

milky-tits, sultry, exotic eyes

and mango-ripe lips.
Something else Brent

became convinced of  they must

know  they must have a way to

read or... calculate his

desires. It was last week he was

thinking of how nice a Pina

Colada would be, and a minute

later a redhead with lush hips

carrying a silver platter

appeared and presented him with

the drink requested  yet he

hadnt requested it! He just

desired it, dreamed of it! And

they knew.
Hed taken that redhead

into his jaccuzzi, and was

compelled to give her an hour of

gratitude fucks amidst her

gurgles of joy. He was certainly

astute enough to know that his

girls craved sperm for its own

sake. But then, hed thought

that his Jaccuzzi water was too

cool, with not enough bubbles.

Hed just been about to open his

mouth when a rush of heat and

tingling bubbles caressed his

skin.
Hows that Master?

Better? Asked a coppery-tanned

shifter girl with the complexion

not unlike that of an Island

Native, but with jutting boobs

far larger than normal. Brent

gurgled in bliss  and of

course, that meant that she too

had to be given gratitude fucks

for the next hour. And as he

lounged in bliss in his bubbling

pool, surrounded by luscious,

lovely shape-shifters, he

suddenly remembered what hed

been thinking of before the

gratitude sex with the redhead.

Ohhh... please bring,

whoever cooked me that Fettucini

Alfredo, so delicate and

refined... taste extraordinary.

Before he was distracted by the

Pina Colada and gratitude sex

with the redhead with the huge

hips, he was wanting to give

gratitude sex to whoever had

cooked him dinner last night.
Somehow, they just knew

that he was hungry for something

more than simply the hot, sweet

milk that spurted from their

breasts. He could survive just

fine on nothing but Shifter-

milk, but still he wanted solid

foods, and they seemed to know

what he wanted....without him

asking!
How much sex had there

been today? Lately, it seemed

like he could cum a dozen times

back to back, but if he spaced

out his fuckings, he could

easily get in fifteen pussy-

reamings before resting. No...

no that was last week; yesterday

he had enjoyed sixteen back-to-

back orgasms that unleashed more

pure sperm than he had ever

produced in all his teenage

years. But he felt it, he felt

that hot tingling in his balls,

and he knew... he knew that he

was growing bigger, more virile

still!
Two auburn-haired

supermodels slid to either side

of him and whispered in his ear

how much they craved him, what a

powerful man he was, how he

deserved the chance to pass his

seed into as many women as he

could lay hands on!

Only thing... would

make it better... is my old

buddy... from way back... But

Brent slid into contented

slumber as his cock went semi-

limp as he moaned his

satisfaction, soon nodding off.

He did not mention this again

upon awaking.


     

  **********

Three Months Later....

Brittany was happy; the

others had missed it  missed

the Masters words. She couldnt

blame them, Brents dialogue the

past month had been largely

restricted to groans of orgasmic

pleasure, cackles of delight,

and the words:

fuckfuckfuckfuck... trailing off

into incoherence. His harem had

grown, and he had grown  in

many ways. His Jaccuzzi had been

expanded, to allow mass-orgies

with as many as sixteen shifter

-women at once. There was rarely

anything to talk about, the

nubile alien concubines had

become so attuned to their Man-

master in the five months since

he started fucking their

ancestors in Las Vegas, that his

smallest need was anticipated

far in advance, his every whim

was prepared for him before he

knew to ask for it. All he

needed to do now was buck his

hips, moan with joy, and

ejaculate... ejaculate non-stop

into the pussies, mouths, and

asses of ravishing supermodels

more impossibly gorgeous than

anyone he ever dreamed of

knowing.
But Brent had whispered

something to her as she was

suckling him on his usual diet

of libido-multiplying shifter-

milk straight from her ripe

tits.

Always wanted... to see

my old buddy again... remember

his number... his address...

wish I could see him again. And

Brittany listened. Listened and

remembered. While the others

thrashed and fucked senselessly,

Brittany was learning, and

planning. After memorizing the

information, she stroked Brents

head, encouraged him to grope

her tits for a bit, then pressed

a nipple into his mouth and

lactated a mixture sweeter than

a Dairy Queen milkshake, but

with potent chemicals that would

shut-down higher brain functions

and increase tactile

sensitivity. Brent gurgled as

rational thought was forgotten

and he slid back into a

vegetative, consuming sexual

bliss.
His concubines squeeled

as his male potency increased.

It was difficult to see what was

happening in the deep jaccuzi,

but it looked as though sixteen

nympho-hotties were all rutting,

fucking him all at once. Brent

clenched his jaw and began

giggling maniacally, as he had

done more and more lately.

Brittany had come to understand

that between the sexual-

enhancement hormones and

narcotic shifter milk Brents

mind was reeling under more

pleasure than the human brain

was designed for. The pleasure

centers of his brain fired non-

stop, day and night, burying

reason under paroxysms of

eternal orgasm.
Brittany knew that

Brents sperm production was at

the point where he could not

have sex fast enough. The time

it took for him to spew his load

was now far greater than the

time needed to produce yet more

sperm. There were days were

Brent never stopped ejaculating.

Just what every Shifter wanted.
But Brittany knew

better. She knew what was

coming. She knew what had to

happen as her Masters brain

overloaded with sensual bliss.
She stepped out of the

Seraglio, past the crowds of

naked women awaiting their turns

with Brent and his sperm, and

she stood naked in the hallway,

dialling the number shed been

given on one of her cell phones.
She arched her back and

jiggled her milk-dribbling tits,

looking like nothing so much as

an Eastern-European, dark-haired

pornstar who had retired to

become a professional wetnurse.

The phone dialed, connecting

through the service provider for

several seconds as sweet trails

of lactate as addictive as

cocaine trailed down a nude,

nubile female form fit enough

for a personal fitness trainer,

busty enough for a big-tit girly

mag, but with a face hauntingly

elegant enough for the runways

of Paris, or Milan.


     

  **********

The phone rings. Your

Phone. Your cell phone. You

decide to answer it yourself.

H-hello?

Hey, buddy! You

remember me? Its old Brent -

and have I got a surprise for

you! says a very male voice on

the other line.

Wow! Brent

Harrington... its been months!

Werent you in Vegas last time?

The voice of this long-standing

friend of your family sounds as

jubilant as ever.

Oh yeah, scored big-

time, got a great gig going

right now... and... I got a

surprise for you, buddy!

What, surprise -

whaddya mean? What am I five

years old? You gonna pull a

quarter out of my ear or

something? you chuckle.

Ohhh... just you wait

buddy, Im sending something

your way thatll knock your

socks off.

Wow, well uhm... sure,

sounds like a blast. Whenre you

gonna be in town? you ask. But

Brent just chuckles.

Just you wait buddy!

Like nothing youve ever seen!

came the non-answer. And the

connection died. How odd, but

Brent was always pulling crazy,

spontaneous stunts like that.
Still, you doubt that

Brent has anything up his sleeve

to compare with what youve got

going for you these days! Youve

just now reached the point to

where fitting into most pants is

all but impossible, and you

understand that every one of

your shifter girls is able to

impersonate you at work. Youre

just beginning to wrap your

brain around the implications of

the pleasure that can be yours

now, presiding over a shifter-

harem 24/7.
Spekaing of wrapping

your brain around it  one of

your girls is wrapping her tits

around your foot-long cock even

now! No.... no that was Saturday

that you were sure it was a

foot-long, now youve become

convinced that youve gained at

least another inch of manhood.
Her name was Lisa, a

dark-haired hottie giving you

the tit-fuck of your dreams as

you lounge on the second bed

that the girls have placed in

your living room for greater

space. Your bedroom is getting

too cramped for a proper orgy.
You shudder with bliss,

Lisa has begun to sprout a

second pair of breasts, encasing

your cock in back-to-back

valleys of luscious boob, while

next to her, a reddish-blond

lovely named Tina licks what

little of your dick remains

exposed with an unusually long

tongue. Then another tongue

emerges from her mouth, and the

two appendages bathe your cock

in liquid pleasure further

lubricating the four tits now

sliding up and down your member.
Your girls seemed well

prepared  able to anticipate

that today would be the day you

finally allowed your shifters to

replace you at work, and theyve

gone all out to show their

appreciation.
An asian girl with wide,

willowy hips crouches near you,

feeding you cherries and

whipped-cream, which you wash

down with hot, sweet milk from

the tits of a bosomy, olive-

skinned lovely with a

mediterreanean appearance, and

breasts to shame a porn-star.

You figured out a while ago that

shifter-milk actually makes you

hornier, but you find that you

like it. The more you begin to

crave the sex, the better it

becomes.
Talia, another of your

concubines pulls your head into

her lap, and begins to massage

your stomach and chest with hot,

tingling body-oil. You never saw

a bottle, and begin to realize

that shes somehow producing the

soothing, slippery oil herself,

from her own hands. Talia moans,

and another set of hands emerges

from behind her back and begins

to pinch your nipples as she

smothers your face in her

pillowy breasts between bites of

candied cherries, and mouthfuls

of aphrodisiac lactation.
Really, the freaky

shape-shifting was scary at

first, but in the end, you were

more afraid of losing access to

the non-stop sensual pleasure of

your shifters than you were of

their morphic abilities. Endless

sex...ENDLESS!! That promise

trumped any normal trepidation

you might have felt.
It wasnt always like

this; once you were depressed

and confused by the fair sex:

Your last girlfriend had

viciously dumped you; it was

hard to say why  one of those

things were she thought you

should have understood her

feelings; but she couldnt tell

you what her real problem was,

because it was something you

should have known intuitively if

you really cared about her. You

tried to ask, but that only made

her angrier.
If you have to even ask

then its over! she declared,

storming out of your life,

leaving you flustered, confused,

and horny as you wracked your

brains for some secret, subtle

wrong you might have committed.
Finally you decided to

just forget your troubles at the

local strip club, not really

thinking, knowing what to

expect, what you hoped to gain.

Then you met her  a new girl at

the club. Her stage-name was

Stormy, and she singled you out

after her performance for a

private lap dance. A private

FREE lapdance.
You were in the

backroom, and she was humping...

gyrating, thrashing against your

groin. Nibbling your ear,

rubbing her boobs into your

face. Those breasts, too high

and firm to be real surely, but

too soft, pliable and life-like

to be fake. You only knew for

sure that she was a smokin hot

reddish-blonde fireball of

sexiness.
 
Rape me, Stormy

hissed.

Wh- wha? Maybe you

didnt hear her.

Take me, force me, fill

me, fuck me, rape me! She

moaned as she waved her bikini-

clad ass in her face and put her

mouth to your crotch and made a

vibrating growl.

Ohhh...  You had

intended to be a gentleman...

but that kind of talk, it got

you stoked like never before!

She wrapped her legs around your

hips as you struggled to your

feet  not sure exactly what you

were going to do to this naked,

nubile, teasing stripper-nympho

with melon-sized tits. She stuck

her tongue down your throat as

you clutched her hot, naked

body.

Too public? Take me

back to your place. Ill be

totally at your mercy...

Y- you... serious? you

panted in her ear.

Your place.... I wanna

go there! Now! Back exit over

that way... dont argue with

me... she hissed into your ear.

Just throw me in your car, take

me home, and fuck the hell out

of me!
It was hard to say

whether it was her slutty

language, or her body built for

sex that pushed you over the

edge, but soon you were

stumbling through the back exit

of Titopia Triple-X clutching

each other tight enough to give

tonsil-examinations as you

somehow found your way back to

your car.
Stormy knew you werent

going to make it, as you pulled

up in front of your pad, she had

your pants down, your cock out

as you first began to spurt. She

sucked down your jizz like it

was the nectar of the gods, but

it didnt end there. Most chicks

would have realized youd be

useless to them after cumming to

hard, so long. But Stormy seemed

convinced she could get a rise

out of you again.
And she did, in your

bedroom, in less than an hour.

Soon, it was like youd never

cum at all! You fucked that

crazy stripper all night with an

endurance youd never believed

possible. And she stayed.
Soon, Stormy had grown

larger, she blossomed from an

average height F-cup stripper

into a statuesque warrior-

princess amazon fantasy. She was

nearly seven-feet tall near the

end! And she wanted you even

more!
The first shifter-split

had really freaked you out, as

Stormy began to bulge and

stretch, then growing new arms,

a new head, until a whole other

woman had pulled herself apart

from the original. But both of

them changed shape, until they

had reached a new baseline

appearance. There were two of

them now, twins that looked like

teenage girls, and their sex-

drive, and devotion to you was

unlike anything youd gotten

from a girlfriend!
So Stormy had become

Stella and Tory. Stella grew on

a diet of your sperm, until

shed become Stacy and Ella.

Tory became Cory and Terry and

then you almost started to lose

track. They seemed to cover a

span of different ethnicities,

many white, some black, some

girls that might have been

pacific islanders, asians,

indians, and nordic blondes.
They were remodeling the

house, too. In homage to the way

youd found their ancestor, a

stripper-pole had now been

installed in your living room,

and Ellas progeny, Ellen and

Lena were in the process of

installing a Disco ball and

strobe lights. Now that Terry

was morphing herself into you,

and going to work for you, it

was a whole new world of

pleasures. You put aside the

strangeness, and just began to

focus on the sex.


     

  **********

Wait your turn, freak!

growled Elena as she pushed

Trina out of the way and

approached the Master for a

fucking.
 
But...but I have

waited! Trina groaned. That was

typical. The rest of the harem

hated Trina, and why not  she

was a freak. With so many

shifters being spawned in so

many places, with such a wide

variety of human DNA to feed on,

it was inevitable that genetic

quirks would begin to appear.
Trina slumped, naked to

the floor. Frowning. Her hair

shifted from a honey blonde to a

mahogany brown towards a rich

scarlet shade. And that was her

problem. A rare mutation that

happened when Terry had split

resulted in a unique type of

shifter. Trina found that her

shapeshifting abilities seemed

to be turned on all the time.

Without wanting to, her hair

color would change shades, her

regally beautiful face would

slowly change details like the

shape of her nose and fullness

of her lips. And her boobs would

sometimes grow out of control

before she realized it.
All shifters could

easily duplicate such

transformations, but they all

had control. All her sisters had

a baseline female identity that

they had when they werent

trying. But they could adjust,

even make massive changes

whenever they wanted.
But Trina, she was

changing all the time! She just

didnt have the normal level of

control the others did. She had

to concentrate on NOT shifting!

That made life very complicated.

When not fucking the Master, all

the girls found ways to pitch in

with money and chores, working a

wide array of incredible and

unlikely jobs to feed the

growing harem. But Trina

couldnt get work outside the

house, she would tip off humans

right away! Impossible to

impersonate the Master for

business purposes. Plus, most

shifters were wary of

advertising their nature in

public. And the others

undoubtedly resented her for

being different. She could only

hope that when she finally did

get enough DNA to split that her

progeny would be spared her

defect.

     

  **********

You were wrong, things

Really could get better. You

havent been to work in... who

knew how long? Your living room

has been renovated into a

tittie-bar strip club, dont

know how your girls got the

money  they tell you not to

worry about things like that.
After examining your old

boombox, hearing and feeling it,

a dark-skinned beauty in your

harem now has the ability to

flawlessly reproduce any song in

any album in your collection.

She stalks along the floor, in a

cat-like pose, with her mouth

open, blaring out rap music with

lyrics about boobs, hardons, and

dirty dancing, perfectly

duplicating the intrumentals and

chorus of voices. These body-

shifter women seem limitless in

their potential.
The back wall has been

removed, workers came and

installed two massive tanks of

water thousands of gallons in

volume, where several of your

girls had turned into glamorous

mermaids in a variety of colors

as others took turns gyrating on

the stripper-pole as still

others licked and tittie-fucked

you to yet another orgasm.
You moan on your

cushions as two more nuzzle your

shoulders, swearing undying love

for you and waxing poetic about

your awesome virility. But you

do realize that to keep things

happy and running smooth, you

have to give them encouragement.
Some girls get annoyed

by guys that bombard them with

compliments about their beauty,

but Shifters will coo with

pleasure and embrace you.

Do we please you,

Master? are the most common

words spoken now. And youve

decided to get a little

proactive and just comment

whenever one of them does

something great, causing giggles

of delight and greater

enthusiasm.

And thats when SHE

showed up. The door was open,

and she let herself in. Skimpy

red lingerie and high-heels

encased a bosomy form no more

impressive than the supermodels

already surrounding you, except

her breasts... the football-like

mounds angle their nipples at

your pointedly, swollen with

milk that you find yourself

yearning to drink. Her face...

midnight-black hair forming a

dark aura around hauntingly

elegant features with upswept,

pointed eyebrows, strikingly

gorgeous...

Hi, Im Brittany. Your

friend Brent sent me. He says

were going to love each other.

she purrs. And there was a

scent, a strangely electrifying

musk that makes you feel more

sexually alive than you have in

days.
The harem knows it,

feels it. The music playing from

Corinnas mouth lowers in

volume, strippers slide down

from their poles, the mermaids

in their tanks stop swimming and

thrusting their breasts at

you... all watch and wait as you

open your arms and embrace

Brittany.

     

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Trina found it

Disturbing on many levels. All

the sudden, it was like Brittany

and her progeny had just taken

over the harem! The Master still

fucked his regular girls, but it

seemed like he spent half his

days with the newcomer, and then

her offspring!
Trina watched in

jealousy as Corinna moaned. The

shifter who had learned to copy

the sounds of music discs inside

her body had grown enormously

over the past weeks. She was

tall, muscled more like a

fitness model than pornstar, but

her breasts had far surpassed G

-cup and could challenge

soccerballs in size. Corinna

thrashed as a new pair of arms

grew from her back. Master had

liked her trick of duplicating

the function of a boom-box, now

she had enough genetic material

to reproduce. Would Trina ever

get to that point?
A new woman seemed to be

pulling herself out of Corinnas

back  boobs seemed to multiply

and slide around behind to

attach to the newborn -

Corrinas ass began bulging.

Finally, with a definitive

stretch and pop, the two new

shifters separated. Their bodies

were pale, and their faces

shifted rapidly, hair-colors

changing, until both bodies

settled on a new appearance.
 
Im Corinne! said a

new, teenage girl. Her skin was

dusky, hair ink-black. Like an

Arabic woman.

Im Rina! said her

identical twin.

But these new arrivals

to the harem were  ignored?

Master was now being pampered by

two sultry redheads, and it was

obvious they were from

Brittanys lineage, the way

their boobs thrust out, those

weirdly elegant upswept

eyebrows. But a third woman, a

coppery-haired lovely had

straddled the Masters cock, and

his orgasm was spectacular as he

spurted his precious seed into

her.
This was new,

different... Trina realized. The

copper-haired woman started to

bulge  her belly... twitching,

expanding? As though shed

smuggled a melon under her

stomach, her abdomen began to

swell  and Trina recognized

this  this was not unlike a

human female pregnancy. The

shifter moaned as her breasts

leaked her sweet milk as her

belly blew and grew and spread

forward. In less than ten

seconds of fertile growth, she

looked like a human nine-months

pregnant.

But..but thats not...

Trina stammered. The coppery-

haired shifter opened her green

eyes and regarded Trina.

Its always been easier

for our kind to take human forms

with more human DNA. My sisters

and I have evolved.... further

than you. Were the next stage

of Bodyshifters. More like human

females to better pleasure our

Masters. sneered the new woman

with a hint of superiority. The

Master seemed oblivious to this

exchange, eyes squeezed shut, he

simply gripped her hips while

thrusting himself deeper as he

unleashed yet more hot, white

semen blasting into her depths.

Almost...almost there!

she grunted, as the Masters

enhanced virility caused him to

continue to pump more and more

sperm into her greedy womb,

while he thrashed in paroxysms

of white-hot pleasure that

allowed for nothing else but

more sex.

LIFE!!!! shouted the

coppery-haired woman as she

collapsed and began to slide off

the Masters cock. He was now

sixteen inches long, his balls

were bigger, and Trina could

sense that his sperm production

would increase now faster than

ever.

The pregnant shifters

belly swelled yet further, her

breasts plumping outwards from

mere footballs, to a length not

unlike a human forearm, into

vast, pillowy boobs that spread

to the side to dribble their

milk as her womb swelled and

pulsed. She gurgled in pleasure

as the changes took over her

form.
Soon, it became clear

that her belly was...pinching

off. Her body grew pale, her

belly rose up and began to

separate itself. With a pop, her

belly separated into a ball,

that tightened itself into arms,

legs, head and boobs. Both had

changed, shifting into honey-

blonde bombshells with perky

noses and green eyes. Much like

busty, D-cup cheerleaders, as

all shifters are when born.
But what struck Trina

was that shed known this

Shifter, seen then since they

had first split from their

ancestor. For most Shifters, it

could take as long as three

weeks of regular fucking before

they had enough genetic material

to replicate. But...but the

pregnant shifter... shed only

been born nine days ago! This

new kind of Shifter didnt need

to grow into a taller, amazon

fitness-model giantess woman to

survive reproduction. They could

split while still in the middle,

porn-star phase of Shifter life!
That meant that this new

variety could increase their

numbers far faster... was this

the future? Trina didnt like

it, didnt trust it. Maybe... a

lot like her own sisters didnt

trust her! She wanted to know

more about this new strain of

Bodyshifter!

The Master grunted, and

groped the boobs of one of the

redheads behind him. His cock,

still rigid was surrounded by

more Shifter pussy as he

continued his non-stop orgy.