Reroll

As the world fades in, I'm back in the hallway.  I hit the chime on Mom and Dad's door, and I hear a scream from Dad on reaponse… a very girly one.  I rush in, getting out some soldiers… and stop.

He's uninjured, and nobody is attacking him.  He is, however, a bit upset at his new body.  He's a Tiefling, and looks a little inhuman with the claws, but he was expecting those.  His eyes are red, but I don't think he's processed that yet.  Nah, what's bothering him are those two big orbs hanging off his chest, and the new plumbing.

Yeah, he caught my random appearance and no brothers clauses too.  

I look away, but can't help but have caught it all: He's pretty short, about my size; he has those big old orbs, of course, and he's now medically female.  He looks distinctly African with that dark brown skin, and cartoonish with the thin waist and hips to beat his chest for diameter.  His hair will probably win a lot of contests, as it's a silky smooth chocolate color that reaches the floor.

Honestly, Mom has it worse, but she's not panicking: Her chest is the same size, but she's tiny, barely over four feet tall.  She has darker skin, but lighter hair going down to her mid back, a wider waist, reasonable hips (for a woman, at least).  She, however, drew the short straw on the body: Her chest is a leaky faucet, she has a black exoskeleton (including a weird tail-like thing that in a real insect would be the abdomen… I have no idea what, if any, purpose it serves for her), and she has a small set of male equipment just below her feminine opening.

“I can fix most of that,” I announce, pointedly looking away, “I can't get you back as you were - I'm limited to female forms, and even with that I can't get the proportions below a certain threshold - but I can fix most of that, and cover the rest with a full sensory illusion.”

Mom pauses, “Then come do what you can, son.”

I get out my Library, select the appropriate Alteration talents, and get him back as close as I can to what he was before, but letting him keep his claws.  Knowing he'll still see himself as his current actual form, I go ahead and drop the full sensory illusion on him anyway, so he looks - under whatever clothes he eventually puts on - like he did in his Navy days.  I also toss on all of the Alteration buffs I hand out; with the new level, I can give eleven of them to a humanoid, so it's a nice set.

I then turn to Mom, “So… would you like some help too?”

She pauses, and looks down, “Yes, that would be nice… I'd like to keep the… you know… to try it out.”

I go ahead and update her body as well, making her as close as I can to what she was, other than her request, which I beef up a bit… I also roll her visible age back a few decades: Her body is a young adult, she may as well look the part. She's still leaking milk, though.

“So you can't fix that, huh?” It's weird to be talking with my mom while she's standing there topless… ugh, I'm starting to heat up.  

I shake my head, “I can't, no: You're stuck as an industrial milk factory: Draining them doesn't even work. You'll produce more than your own body weight in milk several times over every day.  Your armor can deal, fortunately, and it doesn't seem to care about your food intake.”

Ugh.  My eyes are glued to those milky melons.

“Oh, right.  How do I… huh,” she thinks briefly and the shadows form a suit of armor around her, “I just know how.”

The covering breaks me out of my trance, “Yeah… side note, I have found my body is REALLY hormonal….” I put my Library away for now.

“Is that why I didn't have a problem with your staring?” Dad asks.

“I found it rather hot,” my Mom adds as she licks her lips.

“...I'm going to go check on my sisters…” I turn and start walking out.

“Say, honey, remember all those times I wrapped my lips around your shaft? Now it's….” my Mom's voice is thankfully cut off by the door closing behind me.

I mean, I know my parents are still high-school sweethearts, and I know they're still… active… but knowing and seeing are different things.

I hit Sam's chime next, and hear something like “Come in” through the door.  Huh, she must be shouting quite loudly with the heavy sound insulation.  Guess she doesn't know how to work the chime?  Odd… no matter.  Anyway, she gave permission, so I open the door… and Sarah's there too.

I'm not sure how I immediately recognize everyone. I mean, Sam is my rather short height, has skin that looks tanned, red eyes, brown shoulder length hair, a thin waist, feminine hips… and a chest bigger than Mom's new one, with spouts sized more Iike cow teats… but the most striking is her wings; huge things bigger than she is, covered in snakeskin, splayed out on the bed beneath her as she lays on her back.

Sarah is now the big sister: Seriously, she's has to be over six feet tall. As a hologram, she's slightly transparent, but her skin is very dark brown with red and black splotches, her waist is hilariously thin, her hair matches her skin tone and goes down to her hips (which are huge), backed by a jiggling backside… and she's dripping slightly from her lower lips.  Which I know, because neither is wearing a stitch, and Sarah is on the floor, leaning over the bed, busily eating Sam out.

Oh, I get it, Sam didn't shout “come in,” at the top of her lungs, but “Coming.”

And I am really, really heated up right…

“Ah, come join us!”  Sam, obviously, as Sarah's mouth is… occupied, “The more the merrier!” Sarah, for her part, moans eagerly.

Yeah, I'm not thinking straight. I let my armor fade… and the pent up pheromones from my constantly drooling lower lips flood the room.

I use Create Reality's Glamour option on myself, getting a good sized rod between my legs with some substance… and tied into my nervous system… and accept the invitation, sliding into Sarah's very ready opening.  I mean… our genetics are obviously all fully scrambled.  We're not related by blood anymore, right?

I do, however, have the presence of mind to get out my Veranallia painting and tell her to hit me with Autumnal Embrace… I'm not ready to be a father… and then have her go wait out in the hall.  Can't forget precautions, you know?

I pound Sarah just a few times and she screams her pleasure into my other sister's thighs, her channel spasming around my rod… yeah, the mark of the succubus we signed with is quite strong. I've only just started, though, and don't go off quite yet.  

Instead, I lean in, stretch a bit, and grab at Sarah's chest… which, by feel, tells me she has pretty huge taps, already at full attention… and judging by her cooing, those handles enjoy the attention.

We keep at it, Sarah eating Samantha while Samantha plays with her own chest and I pound Sarah until I go off, flooding Sarah's inner chambers with sticky batter that will not rise… which triggers another spasm from the youngest of us; it feels wonderful to have her shaking around my meat.

As I pull out, Sarah stops supping on Sam long enough to complain, “You're done already?”

I chuckle, “No, but you need to swap with your sister….”

Sam frowns, “But I don't like the taste of…”

I interrupt, “New body, new tastes. Take a sniff.”

The middle child breathes in through her nose a moment, then goes, “Gimme!” and pulls Sarah up on the bed, going to town on her nethers.

I chuckle, knowing that compulsion very well from when I was enslaved to it for a little while, and slide my still wet rod into the well-lubricated hole of the now very middle child.

We go at it that way, me sowing sterile seed into one sister, then swapping so the other can lick it out, until my borrowed shadow is tired and Sam (still fully organic, and with a racial constitution penalty) is exhausted. Sarah has no trouble at all, given that she's a construct now.

When we're all done, I ask, “So… you two I can make look essentially like you did before, which will be good if you want to get back to your lives eventually… and I can layer on a bunch of goodies when I do. Interested?”

They both agree, so I get out my Library and reshape them into the forms they had yesterday as I remember them.  They both ask me to tweak the less public areas of their bodies somewhat… including getting my littlest sister her “fill ‘er up” tattoo back… which is now technically a birthmark.  

As we clean up and I walk out the door dressed in my armor, I consider: I could use that Shadow trick to give Dad his rod back.  Hmm… eh, if he asks.  Meanwhile, I'm enjoying having a manhood again, and looking like my old self… even if I see the reality.