The Body Shaper Pt. 03

I couldn't help but to stare. It was equal parts one of the best things I'd ever seen and also the corruption of a lot of pleasant memories.

Chalice Vixen, The Chalice Vixen was completely naked only four feet away from me, standing in front of the tri-mirror and inspecting my work. I had a full, multiple-angled view of one of my favorite pornstars.

On the other hand, she was also stroking a thick, ten-inch hard cock that I'd just finished fashioning for her.

"Are you satisfied, Ms. Jorg?"

Bridgette Jorg, Chalice Vixen's real name, turned around to face me, still unable to keep her hands away from her dick. "This is... I think I was expecting it to feel like a strap-on or something, but it's fuckin' real." She suddenly snorted in an adorably dorky laugh, "Real big!"

"I take that to mean you're happy with it?"

"Fuck yeah! You even made my stomach flatter! Did I rate a freebie there?"

I smiled uncomfortably and very carefully did not stare at her pale, one-eyed monster. "Afraid not. I had to create your penis out of something, and belly fat is the one thing that pretty much everyone doesn't mind sacrificing. You didn't have much there, I basically had to scrape down your entire midsection for it."

She stared down at her cock, still stroking it and using her other hand to feel her overly large balls. "So, what now?"

I smiled, teasing her a bit. "First, you stop playing with yourself, unless you want to be pitching a tent as you leave. Then... do you need some clothes to wear out, or can you fit into what you wore in?"

She yanked her hands from her dick as though it had scalded her, and it bobbed in the air a bit. I still wasn't looking.

"I can probably fit into what I wore in, but... can I have an outfit anyway? I mean, it's got your logo and everything on it, right?"

I didn't see why not. "Sure. Go ahead and put your robe on, and I'll send in Kimberly to get you set up, alright?"

Chalice's eyes lit up. "Is that the big-titty asian girl?"

I blinked at the description. Accurate, but... "That's her. You have yourself a nice day, Ms. Jorg."

"Bye, Handsome."

******

I ignored the doorbell, absorbed into pwning noobs and screaming insults at teenagers through the headset.

The teenagers were much, much better at shit-talk than I was, but that didn't deter me in the slightest.

Life wasn't all sex and work. Sometimes I needed a little recreation, but sadly neither Pixie nor Kimberly had any interest in playing video games with me. They still graciously gave me a couple of undisturbed hours here and there to get my game on.

Anyone who thought that I ruled the roost at home was sadly mistaken.

"Gotcha in the neck! Eat it, Poozer!" I triumphed into the microphone.

"What's that even mean, you fucking faggot!?" the cracking voice of a boy in the smack-dab middle of puberty sounded over my headset.

"Jeffery, I think you need to hear this," came the voice from the doorway.

Both Pixie and Kimberly entered the room, trailed by a very tall, very big black man and a short, round white guy with a receding hairline and ponytail.

Fuck, and I was doing so well. Sighing, I logged out of the game and removed my headset.

"Okay? What's up?"

The big black guy stepped forward and offered his hand, and I stood to shake it.

"My name is Lenny Campbell, and this is Danny Franco. We... um. We want you to own us."

I froze with my hand still in his large grasp. "Come again?"

There was no way I heard that right.

Lenny looked down at Danny helplessly, and the short fat white guy picked up the thread. "The best cosmetic surgeons in the world can't make us into hot girls, like we want. We can't afford the cost of a full body shaping from you either, but that isn't really the main thing."

"What we really want," he gestured between himself and his friend, "is a Master. Someone to make us into toys, and own us, totally. Anything you want, anytime."

I gave them a polite smile. "Excuse me for just a minute here. Girls? Can I talk to you in the kitchen, please?"

Once the door was closed, all politeness leeched from my face. "What the fuck!?" I hissed.

Kimberly grasped my hand in both of hers. "Jeff, this is what they want, and you're the only one who can make it happen. Don't think about what they look like now, think about how they'll look after you've worked your magic on them."

"Do you remember when you offered yourself to me as a slave, and what I told you? My opinion hasn't changed, Kimberly. And now that I'm thinking about it, how did they even find me at home?"

"This is different, Jeff," Kimberly pleaded with her eyes. "When I offered myself to you, it was the only payment I had. What they want, belonging to you, that's the finish line, not the path to the finish line. And... they found us because I invited them."

I glared, and she shrank away a bit. "...What."

"Before my parents kicked me out, I did a lot of talking online to people like me. Kind of a support group, you know? Lenny and Danny got me through some hard times, and I owe them."

"I had them checked out, Jeffery," Pixie offered, making me turn my glare to her. The conspiracy widens! Unlike Kimberly, Pixie was unruffled. "They're clean. No criminal records. Just two people unhappy with their lives who, between them, have written reams of mediocre erotic stories about being feminized and owned."

I took a deep breath and tried to get the lid back on my temper. "I don't appreciate being blindsided like this, understand? This will never happen again."

Without waiting for a response, I left the kitchen and put my polite face back on.

"Sorry about that, this caught me by surprise a little. Please, sit down," I gestured at the sofa where only minutes ago I was obliviously playing games while the women in my life plotted around me.

I sat in the recliner facing the couch and tried to come up with something to start with. I ventured, "You know Kimberly?"

Danny nodded, sharing a quick glance with Lenny. "Kind of. Internet friends, you know? Had a real hard time, that girl, then one day she vanished and we were all worried. We thought the worst had happened. Then, maybe oh, half a year later? She's back online, and in such a better place than before. In her head, I mean. Then a couple of weeks ago, she's suddenly ecstatic. The girl was giddy, right? She starts posting pictures of how she looks now, and singing your song. So Lenny and me, we both start thinking the same thing. That could be us."

"We begged her to introduce us, to let us make our pitch. We're hoping that maybe, just maybe you have it in you to grant one more impossible wish."

It was a good speech. "So... what do you do for a living?"

"Uh, I'm a chef," Lenny answered. "Danny here is a cabbie."

"Taxicab driver," Danny corrected.

I sighed, rubbing my hand over my mouth. Normally, I'd be totally against this, but if their support really helped Kimberly through dark times, then... "Okay, you two really want this, for real?" I checked.

Both of the men nodded, eerily similar hopeful expressions on their faces.

"Alright, bad news first. I don't have any interest in owning people, at all. So, I've got a counteroffer. I hate driving. Before this 'Magic Hands' thing I did delivery for years, and now I hate driving with a fiery passion. Traffic stresses me out. We, none of us, have much skill in the kitchen, either. So here's what I'm proposing."

"I'm going to hire you two as live-in house staff. As my driver and chef, and maybe do a little cleaning around the house. I'll shape you both as a hiring bonus, and if you want to pretend that you're my property or whatever, then I guess I'll be okay with that. Just know that you're not imprisoned, and you do actually get to say 'no'."

They looked at each other for a moment. "Can we call you 'Master'?"

I groaned. "I... why not. But only in private, okay? Now, I'm going to make you take two weeks to think it over. Be really sure this is what you want, and settle your affairs. If you're positive after that, come back here the Sunday after next."

They stood. "We'll be here, Master," the two mismatched men replied, oddly in unison.

I watched as the twosome left in high, excited spirits, and wondered what I'd just gotten myself into.

Collapsing backward into the recliner, I looked over to the kitchen doorway where both of the girls were peeking in. I crooked my finger, beckoning them to me. I wasn't very happy.

Kimberly marched up to me, pulling her enormous breasts out of her top one at a time through her plunging neckline. She knelt between my spread legs and plopped those gigantic tits onto my lap.

Did she think that boobs on my crotch was going to smooth this all over? I raised an eyebrow, "Really?"

Kimberly started to give the sides of her breasts small pushes, sending ripples and waves throughout the giant fun-bags. She tried, "Maybe it'll help?"

"Okay, Rule One: No more inviting people from the internet to where we live."

The look she gave me was heartbreaking. "I'm sorry."

I sighed and stilled her hands. "Kimberly, even after all that, I thought we had something going on. I mean, for some reason you don't mind Pixie involving herself, or Callie when she wants a booty call every couple of weeks, but what possessed you to involve two more?"

Kimberly pulled her wrists from my grip and ran her hands up and down my forearms. "Jeff... I knew going into this that I was going to have to share you. And yeah, you get all the sex you want right now as it is. But I think I've got a pretty good grasp on your needs now. You want affection Jeff, more than anything. Those two? They'll worship you within the first few minutes. And I'll tell you something else: I won't be the last one to love you, and neither will they. Besides," she grinned cheekily at me, "I've always wanted to be a harem girl."

I huffed, fighting my grin. "A harem girl, huh? What, does that make you my chief concubine or something?"

Kimberly turned a mock-insulted look up at me. "I would kill in a harem girl outfit."

Pixie's tiny hand on my face pulled my attention away from the beautiful Japanese girl trying her best to work her charms on me. "Jeffery," she told me seriously, "if anyone around here is your chief concubine, it's me."

Like I was Master-in-Charge of anything. I finally let out the soft laughter I'd been holding in for the last few minutes. As I was shaking my head over the absurdity of it all, a thought formed.

"Pixie, can you start looking into a new house, maybe in a gated community? It occurs to me that it's only a matter of time before people start trying to bother me at home for what I can do."

Pixie curtseyed deeply, holding out an imaginary skirt and bowing her head, "Thy bidding shall be carried out, my Master."

"Oh, knock it off!"

The giggling of both of the girls over my exasperation went on and on.

******

Two weeks later, to nearly the exact minute, Lenny and Danny reappeared on my doorstep, vehicles stuffed full of whatever belongings they wanted to keep.

I glanced at the cars briefly. "I take it you still want this?"

"More than anything, Master," Lenny replied softly.

I tried to shrug off just how uncomfortable that word made me. It was even worse coming out of Lenny for the simple reason that he was black, and I had the white-guilt thing going on over that. I had to keep reminding myself that it made him happy.

"Alright. We've got to go to the shop to do this." I handed Danny my car keys, and led them to my Lexus.

While I didn't have the time or energy to really go spending the money I made, getting rid of my shitty beater-car and getting something nice was a priority I made time for. A four-door Lexus fit the bill nicely. Once I had the Lexus, I didn't have to carpool with Pixie and Kimberly any more.

Apparently, being seen in my rusty Taurus gave the wrong impression to our customers.

Danny unlocked the doors and settled into the driver's seat, familiarizing himself with the controls and adjusting the seat and mirrors. Lenny sat himself into the passenger seat next to him, and I got into the backseat of my Lexus for the first time.

Just as we were about to leave, Kimberly came running around the corner of the house, and she wasn't wearing a bra designed for running. Her giant tits flopped everywhere beneath her blouse.

"Wait for me!" she pleaded, not slowing a bit until she'd slammed into the door of the car, fumbling to get it open and sliding into the seat next to me.

Kimberly heaved deep breaths while she dug in her blouse to get her tits back into the right position as we backed out of the driveway.

"You coming too, Girl?"

Kimberly looked across at Lenny and smiled. "This is a big day! I still remember all the support you guys gave me back then. It's my turn to offer support."

Lenny reached his long arm back, and they clasped hands for a moment. "Thanks, Girl. Means a lot. Means everything, really."

We drove in silence for a bit. "Have you two given any thought as to how you want to look?"

They glanced at each other again, having a conversation without words. It seemed that was a thing they did often.

Danny confessed, "Part of the fantasy is for you to choose. Make us attractive to you."

I sat back, and the rest of the drive I tried to figure out just what I found really attractive in women. The problem was that I found a lot of different shapes and sizes sexy.

We pulled up to the rear employee entrance of our closed storefront, and all four of us tromped inside.

Kimberly raced around, turning on the lights and such, and I went over to the blank paperwork cabinet, putting together two new files.

"Alright, before we do anything, we've got to do the paperwork. First is a waiver that says you consent to recording everything that happens in the shaping room. It's for both of your as well as my protection, and the footage is required for the change of identity. Then there's the standard intake forms, and the fee waiver."

Once they'd filled out and signed the papers, I put new ones in front of them. "Now these are the change of identity forms. Your current names, genders, addresses, that kind of thing. Then, what name and stuff you're going to."

I waited while they filled the new forms out, noticing Kimberly getting Room One ready.

I took the new forms back, checking them over quickly. In the new name section, the first and middle names were left blank, and the last name was 'Marks'. The gender section was very carefully marked 'female' on both of the forms.

There was only one reason I could think of to leave those names blank but still have my last name. "You want me to choose your names, too?"

Both of them nodded at the same time, at the same pace.

"Well... alright. You'll tell me if you hate what I pick, right?"

They glanced at each other again, and replied at the same time, "Yes, Master," like they were twins or something.

Huh. Now there's a thought.

"Alright, let's go back to Room One. And no calling me 'Master' while we're recording, got it?"

******

I directed the twosome to lay near each other on the comfortable bed we had in every one of our shaping rooms, and I got to work.

I shaped them the same. I had to move some mass from Lenny to Danny in order to even things out, but I still made them the same.

They had the same height of 6'1", my height. The same big breasts with oversized nipples and areolas, small athletic waists, smooth big round butts and feminine hips. Same long legs, same slim, long-fingered hands. Same slender feet.

They had the same cupid-bow lips, same wide eyes. Same intense emerald green with golden flakes in their irises. They had identical upturned noses and small ears with connected earlobes. They even had the same straight deep black hair that reached down to their bubbly asses.

They shared insane flexibility to the point they could be contortionists, and I went ahead and gave them the super-sensitive nipples and vaginas big enough for me to fit. Inspired, I even made their skin extra responsive to touch. While I was at it, I made sure they didn't have a single hair follicle below the neck. They'd never have to shave anything, ever.

The only difference between them was their skin tone. Where Danny's flawless skin was now a porcelain ivory, Lenny's was an extremely dark ebony.

They'd kept their eyes closed as I worked, wanting to be surprised, I guessed. It was time for them to see themselves.

"Okay girls, go ahead and see for yourselves," I prompted. "Be careful though, your bodies are far different than you're used to."

They opened their vibrant eyes and looked at each other across the bed. "Oh. My. God," was said in stereo, in the same smoky alto pitch.

I gestured to the tri-mirror, and they held each other upright as they hurried over to their reflections, before standing side by side with arms around each other's small waists.

"We're sisters!" Lenny exclaimed, grabbing Danny and they both started jumping up and down, squealing with their big breasts smushed together as they hugged. The bouncing of their big jiggly asses as they hopped was incredible.

They turned to me as one, and Danny glanced at the camera. She grasped Lenny's hand to stifle her.

I just knew there was almost a 'Master' exclaimed there.

"Are you both satisfied?" I asked, as I always do when the shaping is over.

They shared a brief look, still smiling. "We are."

"Fantastic. I'll get Kimberly in to get your measurements, and then some clothes, alright?"

I left the room, spotting Kimberly anxiously waiting just outside. "Well?" she demanded.

I smiled faintly and nodded my head to the closed door. "They need clothes. Would you?"

Kimberly raced into the room, and then there were three voices squealing together.

I shook my head, amused, and settled into a chair to wait.

After a few minutes, Kimberly let herself out of the room, a measurement form in her hand and giving me a highly-entertained grin.

"What?" I wondered.

She actually smirked at me. "Thirty-eight double gee, twenty-six, forty-four."

I rolled my eyes. "They wanted me to choose!" I defended myself.

"Mm-hm. And then you went and made them stupidly curvy with big butts and boobs," she playfully accused me.

I threw my hands up. "I like big butts and boobs!" As if Kimberly had any room to talk about being too curvy.

Kimberly's smirk widened. "Also, twins!? Interracial twins at that?"

"Tell me they're not hot," I challenged.

Kimberly's mouth opened and closed soundlessly for a moment before she slumped in defeat. "They are. Incredibly hot."

The top-heavy asian girl wandered towards the storeroom to gather clothes and shoes, and started singing the words to 'Baby Got Back' as she went.

I slapped my hand over my eyes. It was going to take some time to live down the 'I like big butts' comment.

******

Kimberly and the twins walked back out to the waiting area, the newly-minted girls dressed in the light blue sweat-suits and sneakers we kept for clients. They were walking carefully, neither used to how their bodies moved yet.

I sat them down in front of their uncompleted paperwork. "You still want me to name you?"

A shared glance, and then; "Yes, Master," in stereo.

I looked back and forth between them. They were absolutely equal, yet their skin tones made them seem a little opposite. I pointed at Danny, "Winter Danielle." Pointing at Lenny, I dubbed her; "Summer Lenora."

They scribbled their new names into the forms, which I took to mean that they didn't hate them.

I turned to Kimberly as she watched on, still wearing that entertained expression. I was expecting more mocking over the name choices. "Anything to say?"

Kimberly surprised me by just shaking her head in the negative. "No, it suits them."

Seeing as the twins were finished, I gathered up their papers. "Got the thumb drives, Kimberly?"

Kimberly took the forms from me, dug the drives out of her cleavage, and went to go file it properly. I looked at Winter, "Are you okay to drive, or do you need to get used to the new you a little more?"

She actually thought it over for a moment instead of just giving me a 'Yes, Master!' like I was expecting. "My driver's license doesn't match me anymore, Master. I'm so sorry."

I couldn't help myself, and impulsively pulled her into a hug. I still hadn't been able to break the habit of being too tactile. If anything, it had gotten worse. It was a new experience hugging a woman just as tall as me. "Hey, it's okay. It'll take about a week to get the court thing done, and then you can get a new license."

I rubbed her back, trying to console her, and she started moaning into my neck. "Master, what... how are you doing that?"

"Ah... You gave me free rein in your shaping, so your skin is really responsive to being touched now. Does it bother you?"

She shook her head against me. "No, Master. It feels really good."

Summer inched close to us, a hopeful expression on her face. "Me too?"

I smiled, held out an arm, and shuffled us around until I had a twin on each side making pleasurable moans into either side of my neck as I rubbed their backs. They were enjoying it so much, I slipped my hands up beneath their sweatshirts to feel their soft bare skin on the smalls of their backs. They both started panting, short of breath, and clutched at my clothing to keep their balance. And that's how Kimberly found us when she came back into the room.

I disentangled myself from the twins, patting my pockets. "Uh, who has the car keys?"

Kimberly held up her hand, the keyring around one of her fingers. She jingled the keys together, making sure I noticed. I started walking to her, intending to take them, when a slim ebony hand gently gripped my forearm.

"Master, please. More touching in the car?" Summer begged.

I looked helplessly at Winter, and she had the exact same pleading expression as her new sister.

I capitulated, "Uh, okay. You alright to drive Kimberly?"

Kimberly squealed and made a little hop, sending her rack into an exaggerated bounce. "I get to drive the Lexus!"

Well, that was that. The entire drive home, I sat in the middle of the backseat between Summer and Winter, petting whatever parts of their bodies I felt like as they made purely sexual noises of enjoyment.

Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all.

******

As we pulled into the driveway, I glanced at the twins and made a decision. "Don't kill the engine, Kimberly. How would you feel about taking the girls shopping for clothes and stuff?"

"Really?" she wondered.

I took that as agreement. I dug my wallet out of my back pocket and handed over my credit card. "They need clothes, and shoes, and whatever girl stuff I have no idea about. Probably makeup at the least."

"Master," Winter began carefully, "we have some money. We can buy our own things."

I chewed my lip for a moment, trying to find the words. "You gave yourselves to me, right? That means you're mine to care for. Just remember that your bodies are identical, and you can share clothes if you want to. Now, let me out and go have fun, okay?"

Winter impulsively kissed me on the cheek and gave me a big hug. Not wanting to be left out, Summer did the same immediately afterward. "Thank you, Master."

I got out of the car, and waved as they left.

I walked into the house once I couldn't see the car anymore, hanging up my jacket and toeing my shoes off.

"Where is everyone else?" asked a tiny redhead.

I strolled up to Pixie, leaning way down to give her a brief hug and kiss. "Kimberly took them shopping, they need pretty much everything."

Pixie glared at me, "And you didn't think that I would want to go!?" She grabbed her phone and made a call.

"Hey, where are you?... Yeah... Uh-huh... Twins?" At that, Pixie gave me an incredulous look for a moment. "Yeah, stay there. I'm on my way... Okay, see you in a bit, bye now."

Pixie stared at me for a minute with a stern expression before bursting into laughter. "Twins!" she exclaimed.

I rolled my eyes and walked past her. "Yeah, yeah. Kimberly's already teased me over it."

I settled back into the couch and turned my game system on. I had many noobs to pwn.

******

I scrolled through the movie app, trying to find something I really wanted to watch. My video games had long since become stale.

I couldn't understand how there could be this enormous selection of movie titles to watch, yet I couldn't find one thing that interested me that I hadn't already seen a hundred times before.

Having loaned my car to Kimberly, I was stranded at home. With Pixie gone to join the others, I found myself all alone.

The house was oppressively quiet with just me there, so when cars began to pull into the driveway, I heard them right away.

I quickly picked a random movie and scrolled to the middle of it, not wanting the girls to see how pathetic I was when they weren't around.

They charged through the front door in a train, each of them carrying as many shopping bags as they could. Pixie had two in each hand, and was struggling a little. Kimberly had her skinny arms packed full and was not even breathing hard.

They went up the stairs, and then came back down in a line to get more, all except for Kimberly. Kimberly stepped to right beside me. "Jeff? Why is it that I can carry a hundred pounds of clothes up the stairs without breaking a sweat?"

I searched her face, and she didn't look quite angry. She wasn't happy though. "I could have sworn I told you. When I shaped you, I was worried about your bust causing you back problems, so I made your back muscles stronger. It seemed like the best thing was to make all your muscles that way, you know, so it wouldn't cause other problems."

She sat beside me, a little stunned. "I'm super-strong?"

"Well, you're not Warmaiden-strong, but you're probably as strong as a big, full-grown man. I'm sorry, I really thought I'd told you."

Kimberly leaned into me, and I breathed a quiet sigh of relief. "So, how did everything go?"

Kimberly dug my credit card out of her cleavage, returning it to me. "It went good. The twins... they have some particular tastes in underwear."

My eyebrows raised, so she elaborated, "Nothing but push-up bras and thongs for those two. Wouldn't even consider trying on anything else."

I had nothing to say to that, so I decided to needle her a little instead. I slung my arm over her narrow shoulders and teased, "Do you carry everything in your tits now?"

She turned an impish grin my way, and cupped her boobs to bounce them. "Do you know how much space I have between my girls? I can carry a purse's worth of stuff in here."

I laughed, and dipped down to steal a kiss. Kimberly fisted my pant leg in both of her hands and deepened the kiss, opening her mouth and stroking my tongue with hers.

After an indeterminate time of really enjoying making out with Kimberly, I began to feel like I was being watched. Cracking my eyes open, the twins were kneeling in front of where we sat, patiently waiting and staring with luminescent emerald eyes at where I was straining against the pants leg Kimberly wasn't mauling.

I hadn't really noticed what they were wearing when they came in the first time, pretending as I was to be absorbed in the television.

They had on identical outfits, low-cut, long-sleeved blouses that showed a mile of bra-enhanced cleavage that made their double-Gs even more wow, and tiny little skirts.

Summer's outfit was pure white, contrasting with her dark skin tone, and Winter's was pure black, having the same but opposite effect.

They also must have made a trip to a salon, because their makeup was immaculate and they'd had their long black hair made up into identical styles, sweeping up and over the tops of their heads from the right to left.

I disengaged from Kimberly's mouth gently, licking a little feeling back into my lips. "Uh, hey Summer, Winter. You look fantastic."

"Thank you Master," they replied in unison. Maybe in time their tendency to talk in unison would be less creepy. They still hadn't pulled their eyes from my crotch.

A pair of faintly golden hands reached over and started undoing my belt, and I looked at Kimberly, shocked.

Her face was pulled into a mischievous grin, and I was stunned enough that I didn't even try to stop her as she got my pants completely open and began to tug them down my legs.

My cock, all too much of it, sprung upright to slap against my stomach the instant it was free. Kimberly grasped it by the base and held it upright, before beginning to stroke the bottom half of it.

"Well?" she asked the twins. "Are you waiting for a written invitation?"

All pretense of protest left me as two sets of cupid-bow lips each took half of my crown into them. I stared in awe as the beautiful girls licked and mouthed their halves, nearly kissing each other around my dick.

Then they started actually kissing each other around my dick.

It was completely sexy, and even though I knew that they weren't actually sisters, that knowledge was already fading. It was still a little taboo, which only made it hotter.

Kimberly rubbed my chest and leaned in to whisper in my ear. "Grab their hair. They want that."

I wasn't going to do that. I should be showing my appreciation, though. I laid a hand on each of their heads and massaged their scalps with my fingertips.

I'd made every inch of their skin sensitive to touch, including the scalp. They whimpered against my cock, the vibration of the voices feeling great, and then at some unseen signal Winter backed off and Summer inhaled me as far down as she could.

As Summer struggled to get as much of my length into her as was possible, Winter stood and stripped all of her clothing off, baring the entirety of her porcelain white body, her pale pink oversized nipples engorged and at full attention.

She smiled enticingly at me, pulled her nipples hard enough that it distorted the teardrops of her big breasts into nearly cones, and uncontrollably bucked her pelvis as her sensitive nipples amplified the rough treatment.

Oops. I probably should have told them about that.

Once Winter had control of herself again, she kneeled at the foot of the couch, nearly facing my dick side-on. Grasping one huge ivory tit in each hand, she leaned forward and wrapped them around the bottom two-thirds of my cock, taking over trying to inhale me as her sister stood to disrobe herself. As Winter withdrew her tight lips, she moved the prison her tits had formed up, and then back down when she sucked me back in.

Winter was succeeding at blowing me and tit-fucking me at the same time.

Summer stripped herself as quickly as possible, her extremely dark skin tone made less startling with every article of white clothing she removed. Her nearly pitch black nipples, every bit as big as Winter's, were also every bit as engorged.

Kimberly, who I'd been selfishly ignoring, wedged herself between the back of the couch and my own back, resting on her knees in a wide stance. Then Kimberly, sweet, enabling Kimberly, plopped her giant tits over my shoulders and wrapped her arms around them, pressing all of that incredible softness around the sides of my neck. I hadn't even noticed she'd gotten naked herself.

She kissed the top of my ear. "Enjoy them, Jeff. They really don't want anything more than to please you."

I don't know what my response would have been, because Summer had just gotten herself into position opposite Winter and took over the mouth hug.

As Winter kept rubbing her big breasts up and down my cock, her sister kept pace with her mouth. Winter's head tilted back, her mouth falling open, and she moaned loudly.

I thought that she was overselling it a bit, that it was all just a show for me. I thought that right up until her pace became erratic, smashing her cleavage upward into Summer's downward moving face more than once, and then she shuddered and faintly screamed.

"Holy shit," Kimberly whispered into my ear from over my shoulder where she'd also seen the whole thing. "What just happened?"

"Uh," I wet my dry lips a little before trying to talk again. "I made their skin sensitive to touch. I think she just got off from the friction."

We watched as Winter got ahold of herself, gave Summer a naughty grin, and then they switched places. I then had Summer's big ebony breasts wrapped around my cock as Winter took over sucking and licking the top third.

Tiny hands pushed my shirt up my chest, and then naked Pixie was straddling my abs, her soaked pussy smearing her wetness onto me as she ground her hard clit into my stomach a bit.

"I'm not very happy about not being invited to the orgy, Jeffery."

I looked at her gob-smacked. "Do you honestly think I orchestrated this!?"

Pixie stared at me for a moment before shifting her gaze to over my right ear. "I'm not very happy about not being invited to the orgy, Kimberly."

I felt Kimberly shrug behind me. "Sorry, Pixie. It just happened."

Pixie sighed gently, and her face softened. She leaned down, and I turned my head upward to meet her lips. "This is going to make me into such a jerk," I despaired.

Pixie nuzzled my nose in an eskimo kiss. "How so?"

"I'm in the middle of four beautiful naked women. My ego is going to go ape-shit."

"Jeffery," she huffed in suppressed laughter, "before you got your hands on us, none of us were beautiful. Three weren't even women. I'm thinking you deserve all of this and more. If your ego does go out of control, we will happily batter it back down for you."

I raised one hand to stroke and feel on one of the enormous breasts over my shoulders, and with the other grasped Pixie's cute little ass. "Promise?"

The last thing I wanted was to start acting like the guys I used to work with.

"I promise," she grinned. "I am feeling a little left out in the titty department though. Do you think I should get bigger?"

I frowned at the thought, and Pixie saw it. "You're perfect just the way you are. Just like Kimberly is perfect the way she is, and Summer and Winter are. If you're truly unhappy with your body, I'll make you however you like, but if it's up to me? Don't change a thing."

"That was a good answer, Jeffery," she genuinely smiled. "Now play with my clit and Kimberly's nipple. We want some attention too."

Having a plan laid out for me, I followed it. I jiggled Pixie's clit as she kissed me, still sitting on my stomach. I pinched, pulled, and rolled Kimberly's sensitive nipple, making her moan above me and undulate against my back. I did my best to not focus on the twins as they swapped places every time one of them came from rubbing my cock between their tits. What Summer and Winter were up to was sexy enough that if I paid too much attention, I'd be cumming.

It turned out to not matter, there was just too much audio. A symphony of female orgasmic noises came from every direction, and the pressure in my groin became impossible to hold back any longer.

I abandoned playing with Pixie and Kimberly, pulling Pixie down so I could look over her shoulder and incidentally planting her face into Kimberly's chest pillow.

I exclaimed wordlessly and came into Winter's mouth, the visible section of my shaft slightly pulsing with every spurt as it towered up out of Summer's tightly held breast flesh.

Winter sucked deeply, her cheeks hollowing, until she had my entire load inside. Then she pressed her lips to Summer's and shared it with her, the sisters kissing each other over my lap.

Back and forth they snowballed what I'd given them, before backing off from each other and swallowing. This kind of thing just didn't happen outside of porn, yet somehow it did.

I needed to do something for them, give back in return for all of that. Sure, they'd had orgasms from rubbing their boobs on me, but that wasn't deliberate on my part. That was more of a happy accident.

I beckoned with my hands, "Stand up and come close, please."

Pixie turned her head to watch, comfortably pillowed on Kimberly's soft breast, and once the twins were close enough I pressed a hand against each of their cores.

I rubbed their clits and slipped my fingers up inside a bit, working to get them off with my hands. My gaze kept wandering back and forth between their faces, the both of them with heavy-lidded eyes and pouty, parted lips, softly moaning in breathy exhales.

Summer reached over and grasped Winter's hand, and clutching at each other they both began to buck against my hands, shaking as they came.

At least they weren't bucking at the same time.

******

I woke up buried in women. Kimberly was under my left arm, softly exhaling over my chest in sleep, cuddling her upper body close and smashing her giant tits into me. Pixie was under my right arm, head pillowed on my shoulder and adorably innocent looking in her slumber.

Beneath the sheets were Summer and Winter, each wrapped around one of my legs with their faces resting on my abs and pressed against my morning wood as it stood between them.

I had no idea how to get up and out without waking anyone up. The alarm wasn't set to go off for over another half an hour.

I decided that I could wait to get up. I would lay there, very still, and enjoy being cuddled from every direction. Try as I might though, I couldn't stop myself from fidgeting, which woke up the twins.

Suddenly I had two sleepy women giving me a blowjob beneath the covers.

"Oh," I exhaled softly. Pixie and Kimberly still slept on, and I sucked my lips into my mouth to keep quiet. The twins were enthusiastic as they worked me over, seemingly enjoying giving me oral even more than I was enjoying receiving it.

It didn't take very much attention before I was cumming, and then the heads beneath the covers came together to share my load.

"Jesus," I muttered as the twins wiggled out through the bottom of the covers before standing side-by-side, completely nude.

"Good morning, Master," they quietly chorused.

"'Morning," I softly replied. "You don't have to do that, you know," I offered.

They glanced at each other before Winter spoke. "We like it, Master. Please, let us wash you this morning?"

I glanced at the clock. If they wanted to do that, we'd better get started. "Um, okay. Give me a second to get free."

Somehow, I managed to extricate myself from Pixie and Kimberly, walking into my bathroom where the shower water was already running, and the twins were just spitting out mouthwash into the sink.

I stepped into the spray, and Summer and Winter followed me in.

Summer stood behind me, wetting my hair down and beginning to work shampoo into it with delicate, loving fingers. In front of me, Winter spread shaving cream around my lower face and neck and began the task of carefully shaving me.

I stood like a great big boob and let them work, completely lost. I would have never even thought to ask for this, yet I had two tall, gorgeous women carefully taking care of my morning duties for me.

Once I had my hair washed and my face shaved, they each spread a generous amount of body wash down their fronts and used their curvy bodies as loofahs to clean my skin.

"Uh, not that I don't appreciate this, because I do. Oh, I so do! But, isn't this a little overboard?"

"Master," Winter breathed from where she was washing my cock with her tits, "we've fantasized about exactly this for a very long time. More, you gifted us with very sensitive skin. This feels even better for us than it does for you."

I blinked, staring at nothing while I chewed that over. That kind of checked out. Still, "You two are going to spoil me," I half-complained.

Summer dragged her tits up my back to whisper in my ear, nearly gouging furrows into me with her rock-hard nipples. "We are, Master. We are going to spoil you completely. This gift you've given us, it's everything we've always wanted. Please," she begged, "allow us to care for you."

I exhaled heavily, giving in. "If my breath wasn't so terrible, I'd kiss you for this. Remind me to brush my teeth before we do this tomorrow."

Summer's soapy arms wrapped around me from behind for a quick squeeze. "We will, Master. Do you use conditioner?"

"I, uh... yeah. I do," I said, jumping a little as Winter snaked a soapy hand between my ass cheeks to clean my butt.

I guess my morning routine involved the twins now. I could get used to it.

******

I finished with my last client for the week, a young woman who only wanted a nose job.

Nose jobs took me thirty seconds, which was why we sprinkled them throughout the day, and usually ended with them. If shapings ran behind, I could make up the lost time with people who wanted a new nose. If we were on schedule, then I got little breaks.

Clients who only wanted their nose worked on didn't need to use the shower we provided, didn't soil the bedsheets, didn't require a change of clothes. It was a simple in and out, we didn't have to reclean the room or even replace the robe. Accordingly, as compared to everything else we offered, nose jobs cost very little.

"Are you satisfied, Ms. Hong?"

The young woman pulled her gaze from the hand mirror and smiled at me. "I sure am! Best thousand bucks I ever spent."

"Great, then I think we're finished here. Make sure you stop by reception and check out, alright? You have yourself a nice day, Ms. Hong."

I left Room Four, handing the file and drive to Janice. "That's it, right?"

"Last one, Mr. Marks. Leaving a little early?"

I stretched a bit, nodding politely at the woman I'd just shaped when she left the room. She smiled at me as she passed by on her way to reception. "Yeah, I think so. See you Monday, Janice."

"Have a good weekend, Mr. Marks."

No matter how hard I tried, I could not get Janice to call me Jeff. Then she went and infected Manny and Fran with her formality, and they only called me Mr. Marks as well.

I unbuttoned my jacket and loosened my tie. I was pretty sure I was going to miss the little storefront. In two weeks we were going to move locations, and Pixie had outdone herself designing it.

There was a spacious waiting area, with a soda fountain and multiple coffee machines, and even an area with individually wrapped muffins and pastries. Well, once we stocked it, anyway.

Multiple televisions on the walls, and comfortable seating. A long reception desk with workstations for four. To the side of that desk was a doorway to the shaping rooms.

Janice had a desk in the middle of an arc of doors, fifteen in all. The semicircle of numbered rooms each had a back entrance for Kimberly to come and go as she cleaned the rooms and gathered clothing for those who needed it.

Connected to that curving hallway behind the shaping rooms was the storeroom, to make Kimberly's job easier. Also, some industrial sized laundry machines, so we wouldn't have to send the bedsheets out, and a pretty nice, spacious employee break room.

But that was just the first floor.

Above, was Pixie's office, one of five. What she was going to do with the other four, I didn't know. The server room was up there too. We'd hidden the stairwell upstairs back behind the shaping rooms, for some arcane reason that only Pixie knew.

Then there were the empty storefronts connected to the enormous waiting room. Two levels, four on each side.

One was already reserved for Pixie and Kimberly's tailor. Pixie had the grand idea that we could bring in or start businesses that catered to what our clients needed after shaping. For the extreme body shapings, like Pixie and Kimberly had, the client would need a tailor. We'd have one on-site for them.

I left work through the employee entrance in the rear of our current building, making my way to where Winter waited in my Lexus to drive me home. I didn't make it that far.

Three very dangerous looking men barred my way. The two on the sides were big beastly men, necks as thick as their heads. The one in the middle was weasely looking, a trimmed thick mustache over his lip, with greasy, thinning, salt and pepper hair pulled back into a low ponytail. He also had a detailed, ornate swastica tattooed onto the side of his face.

While I didn't recognize the guy in the middle, I recognized his bookends.

They were two of our security contractors.

"Chuck," I greeted flatly, "Al."

"Mr. Marks," they greeted back exactly the same.

Weasel gestured between himself and the others. "My associates and I seem to find ourselves in need of your services, Mr. Marks."

I breathed, trying to calm my racing heart down. "I'm afraid we're closed for the weekend. You can call and make an appointment, and I'll be happy to see you then."

"No, this is gonna be off the books. Ya need to come with us. I insist."

Any chance that it was all innocent evaporated as Chuck and Al withdrew guns from their jackets, not quite pointing them at me.

I glanced to my car, as Winter looked on from the driver's seat with wide, fearful eyes. "Fuck," I muttered, "Fine. Let's go." The words were gritted through clenched teeth.

It was bad enough to be essentially kidnapped at gunpoint. If I dallied, though, Winter might have gotten herself involved. God knows what those assholes would have done to her.

******

I sat in the backseat of an old model car with terrible shocks next to Weasel. He had his own gun out, carelessly pointed my direction, and the fear over having a gun aimed my way was beginning to fade.

Behind that fear was anger. A whole lot of anger.

"What's this all about?" I demanded, not paying attention to the direction we traveled, or even paying attention to Chuck and Al in the front seats. All of my focus was on Weasel.

Weasel smirked at me. "Yer gonna give us new faces, get rid of the tattoos. New fingerprints, too. It seems that the people in charge took offense to our... dealing... with a little infestation."

"Infestation?" I asked, dreading the answer.

He shrugged, looking very put upon. "Was only a house full of niggers. Don't know why the cops are all up in arms about it, the commish is white."

At my horrified expression, he elaborated, "See, niggers is like roaches. Leave 'em alive, and they breed. Then the little niglets grow up, and they breed too. Next thing ya know, they fuckin' everywhere."

It was in that exact moment that I made the decision to do something horrible to them. Just what, I didn't know yet, but it was going to be awful.

They'd killed a family. They'd murdered an entire family for nothing more than the shade of their skin.

They'd murdered children.

They had guns. Chuck and Al were not only bigger and stronger than me, but they had combat training. What did I have? I had a ten thousand dollar suit and an expensive watch. I had my house keys.

...and I had superpowers.

The threesome led me from the car to a rundown shack in an equally rundown neighborhood. Inside was a bare, stained mattress on a sunken box spring. In the corner was a rust-stained standalone sink below a cloudy, cracked mirror. A bare light bulb hung from a chain, giving dim light and illuminating the holes in the cracked drywall, showing the plasterboard behind.

Chuck and Weasel bracketed me inside while Al stayed out front, presumably to guard the door. Weasel strolled over to the mattress, stripping off his shirt as he walked.

His pale skin was nearly covered in Nazi-esque tattoos, from his neck to his waistline. He settled onto the piece of furniture that should have been set on fire, and gave me a superior expression.

"Now, we left yer niggers alone as a gesture of good faith. Yer chink and yer wetback, too. Do a good job here, and they stay left alone, understand? Try any bullshit, and we'll do some more exterminating on the way out of town. Now I'm thinking I want to be... Blond. Blond and handsome and young, get me? Get rid of all this shit," he gestured at his tattoos.

I shrugged off my jacket, finding a hook haphazardly screwed into the wall to hang it from. I walked up to Weasel, rolling up my sleeves, a vague plan coming together for me.

It occurred to me that other than myself, only Pixie actually knew how my power worked. I could use that.

"I don't want to get shot because you don't know what's going on, or because you started screaming, alright? So here's the thing. Shaping is painful," I lied. "I can numb you first, and that's how I do it at work. Just... nobody freak when you can't move while I'm working on you."

"Fuck you," he disbelieved.

I shrugged, the angry expression I'd been wearing somehow hiding the fact that I was a terrible liar. "It's how it goes. Besides, what am I gonna do? Make Chuck prettier as he's beating cooperation into me?"

Weasel grudgingly nodded. "Fine. No funny business, Fucker," he warned.

I placed my hands around Weasel's neck... and shaped away his larynx and a section of spinal cord.

Weasel was calmly watching me, not realizing that I'd just paralyzed him and rendered him mute. He could breathe, and his heart still beat, but that was all the interaction his brain had with the rest of his body.

I ran my hands down his pectoral, erasing the tattoos there, and then pulled his arm out straight from his body. "Chuck, I need your help for this part. Come hold his arm out."

Chuck's caveman brow furrowed, and he didn't move.

I rolled my eyes, convincingly I hoped. "I have an assistant at the shop for this. Here, I have you. Now come stand next to me and hold his arm so I can vanish the tattoos."

Chuck stared at me for a moment longer, before he finally holstered his gun and wordlessly walked over to beside me.

"Now just hold it out straight, and tilt it when I ask. That's all. There you go, good." I vanished the tattoos directly in front of me, and moved behind Chuck to presumably walk around to the other side of the arm.

As I passed behind him, one swipe of my hand from the front of his neck to the back put him in the same state as Weasel. I caught his silent, limp, stupidly heavy body as he fell, easing him to the floor.

I was too angry to actually speak, I couldn't even taunt them. Instead I took a good look at Weasel's face, his eyes widening as he finally realized something had gone very, very wrong. His mouth opened and closed, but not a single sound left him.

I placed my hands over my own face, and concentrating on Weasel's awful features, shaped my face and hair to be identical to his.

I was missing something... Reaching behind Weasel's head, I ripped the leather thong from his ponytail, using it to tie my own hair back.

I stalked to the front door, cracking it open but carefully only peeking my head around it and genuinely glaring at Al. I gave a jerking nod of my head to the shack's interior, watching Al's face furrow as he stepped around me.

One more swipe to the back of the neck, and the third racist fuck was falling to the floor, paralyzed.

Staring at his limp body as I kicked the door shut, I finally found my voice.

"Gotcha in the neck," I muttered with restrained rage, "...Eat it, Poozer."

I stalked over to the cloudy, cracked mirror, ripping the tie from my hair. It took seconds to shape my face and hair back to regular Jeff. "Hateful, Racist, Assholes," I snarled, then froze.

Huh. Now there's a thought.

I rotated my head around my shoulders a bit to ease the tension, before turning around and focusing on the helpless criminals. "One of you fucks has got to have a knife."

******

"Pixie. Hey," I murmured into the phone.

"Oh my God, Jeffery!" Pixie's voice suddenly changed volume, as she shouted away from her own phone. "It's Jeffery! Jeffery, are you okay? Winter told us what happened, please tell me you're alright."

"I'm..." I gazed at the shreds of clothing I'd cut from the three with a pilfered combat knife. "I'm alright, kind of. I need you to come and get me in Summer's Suburban, by yourself. I'll send you my phone's GPS location."

"Jeffery... if you're under duress, call me by my legal name."

I laughed mirthlessly. "I'm not under duress. I just don't want the others to see what I've done. Turns out I'm not such a good man after all."

"...What did you do?"

"I lost my temper, Pix. I lost my temper a lot."

Pixie was quiet for a bit. "You don't really think the others are going to let me come alone, do you?"

"Try," I begged. "If you can't, then bring two vehicles. I've got... people... to bring home with me."

"I... uh, alright. Send me that thing so I can find you."

I spent a few minutes texting my location to Pixie, before sitting on the bed and looking at the three women as they stared into space at nothing in particular.

The three had similar, short and slightly chubby bodies with unremarkable faces. The thing that stood out was how impossibly wide their hips were, and how gigantic their asses were.

It was a necessity.

"Come here Booties, stand in front of me close to each other," I beckoned and the Booty Gang, as I'd named them, came and stood in front of me hip-to-hip. Their shoulders were still at least a foot and a half apart.

"Turn around, bend over as far as you can, and pull your cheeks apart. I want to talk to your assholes."

The three extremely pear-shaped women blankly did as I commanded, turning and bending before reaching back as far as they could to peel their ass cheeks away from each other.

As the canyons of the dark-skinned giant asses yawned open, they revealed three white faces imbedded into the deepest recesses. All three had panicked eyes and tightly puckered lips.

I glared at the faces of Chuck, Al, and Weasel. My rage hadn't really cooled at all. "We've got a little time before my ride gets here, so I figured I should let you all know just what happened, and how fucked you all are."

I unknotted my tie, settling into a more comfortable position. "Now, there isn't much left of you, I'm afraid, so instead let's talk about what you do have."

"You've got your brain. You've got most of your skull, and it's... eh, two or three times more dense than anyone else's. Kind of like the black box in an airplane, right? No matter how hard your owners get hurt, or how heavily they sit down, you'll be okay. You're all heavily protected and imbedded into your owner's pelvic bones."

"You've got your eyes and your nose. You've got lips, but they're not under your control. No teeth, no lower jaw or tongue, but you've got your taste buds. You've got a tiny little lung that's only purpose is to make sure your senses of taste and smell still work. You've got nerve endings, but they're pretty much restricted to your face. You won't feel anything anywhere else."

"That's about it. Everything else belongs to your owners. You don't have ears, and the only reason you can hear me now is because I've piped you into their ears. You don't need to breathe, your owners do that for you. They circulate your blood, eat for you, drink for you. Your only purpose from now on is to function as their assholes, and you don't really have a choice in the matter. Now, because you're so fond of ethnicity, let me introduce you to your owners."

I turned to the horrified face on my left and smacked one of the giant brown ass cheeks bordering it. "Al, you are the asshole of Carlita. All that dark brown skin you see? That's because I based her off of a couple of random Mexican women I looked up pictures of on my phone."

Turning to the face on my right, I addressed the next. "Chuck, you are the asshole of Priya. Priya is Indian. East Indian, not Native American, if that matters to you. You and Al... You were supposed to keep me and my business safe, you fuckers."

"Now...for you, Shitweasel. You are the asshole of Yolanda. She's got the blackest skin I could envision, because I know how much you love that."

"Your days are going to mostly be spent in hot, sweaty darkness, feeling those giant ass cheeks scrub your face as your owner walks around and your mouth slowly fills up. The only thing you'll actually get to see anymore is the inside of the toilet bowl as she squeezes her shit past your lips. Incidentally, that's also the only time you'll get to use your nose. It probably won't take very long before you look forward to that, being the only times you'll get to see and breathe."

"No one is going to save you. There is not a single person on Earth who would look at one of these giant asses and think there's a murderous, racist fuck trapped inside. At some point, you'll probably cling to the hope that one day I'll let you out, but the truth is..."

I sighed and leaned back on my hands. "The truth is that by this time next year, I'll have forgotten you exist. Ten years down the road, you'll be convinced that the memories you have of being a real person and not a minority woman's asshole are dreams. Ten years after that, you'll have forgotten those dreams altogether and know, in your soul, that you've always been an asshole."

"Well... that's it. This was the last time anyone will ever speak to you directly. These women are about twenty-five-ish, so enjoy the next forty to sixty years. These asses are only going to get bigger and heavier. Oh, and Shitweasel? Poor choice to have a mustache. Really poor."

"Okay Booties, go ahead and stand up, and stop spreading your cheeks."

The followed my orders in the sequence I'd stated, and I watched those three anguished faces tilt downward as the Booties stood straight, and then they let go of the spread cheeks, causing them to crash inward with audible claps and a little continued gelatinous motion, completely hiding their prisoners inside.

I stood, rolled my sleeves back down, and gathered my jacket from the hook on the wall. "Booties, sit on the bed," I directed, and went in search of something for them to cover up with.

******

My phone rang in Pixie's unique tone. "Hey, Pixie. You're here?"

"Um, maybe? I'm not sure which house it is."

I cracked open the front door, spotting Summer's big Suburban and my Lexus, and in the front seats of the vehicles were all of the women from my house. Then Callie peeked her head between the Lexus seats to look too.

I guess all the women in my life showed up.

I sighed over the phone. "Do you see me, Pixie?"

"I see you, Jeffery. I'm coming."

"Just you, okay? I don't know what to do and need your advice, but if we leave the cars alone in this neighborhood they're going to get stolen."

"Uh... fine. That's a good point I can sell to the others. Give me a minute to call the other car, and I'll be in."

I shut the door and stared at the Booty Gang as they sat hip-to-hip on the ratty, bare mattress. I'd managed to find two t-shirts and a hockey jersey that must have belonged to either Chuck or Al, and they fit the Booties like mini-dresses. Tight around the hips and ass, but low enough to work.

Pixie let herself into the shack, giving the Booties a dismissive glance before jumping on top of me in a huge hug. She was actually shaking as she clung to me.

"We were so worried, Jeffery. How did this even happen? How did they get past security?"

My face darkened, though she couldn't see it. "Two of them were security. Chuck and Al."

The tiny redhead in my arms pulled back to look at my face. "What," she stated, certainly not a question.

"Yeah. Turns out they got themselves into trouble by murdering a house full of black people, and decided to kidnap me at gunpoint to give them new identities."

"No!" she disbelieved.

"Yeah. They were white supremacists, bragged about what they did, them and their leader guy. Threatened to do the same to Janice and Summer, and Kimberly and Manny, unless I cooperated."

Pixie glanced over to the three women sitting blankly on the mattress. "So you made them into minority women? Is that why they're all... that?"

I shook my head ashamedly and pulled her back in close. I needed the comfort. "No, what I did was worse. Um, it turns out I can shape a brain out of nothing, and make it know everything I know. So, they understand English, and can do basic tasks, but... There's no, uh, personality. No drive, or spark, or..."

"No soul?" Pixie ventured from over my shoulder.

"I... that's a good way to put it. I can't shape a soul into existence. So, they're more or less robots made from flesh and blood. They do what they're told, but nothing else."

"What did you do that you're so ashamed of, Jeffery? Because after what you just told me, death seems too good for them. You won't even have to hide a body like this."

I stole a quick kiss from Pixie and let her back down to her feet. "Death was too good for them. They're still alive. Um... Yolanda, come stand in front of us and show us your asshole."

The extremely dark-skinned woman stood from where she sat in the middle of the Booties, and did as she was told. She stepped to right in front of us, turned around, bent way over and spread her vast cheeks with her hands.

I gestured half-heartedly at the wide-eyed white face as his eyes darted all around the room and his nostrils flared repeatedly in the tiny breaths that were all he could inhale. "This is Shitweasel. Notice the half of a swastika tattoo on his face before it bleeds into her ass flesh? Yeah, he was that kind of scum."

Pixie bent over, bracing her hands on her thighs and closely inspecting my work. "You made them into literal assholes?"

"Yeah. Left them with their ability to taste and smell, too."

Pixie gazed into the spread ass crack more. "Shitweasel?"

I shrugged, "He never told me his name, and by the time I was in a position to demand it, I just didn't care anymore."

Pixie stood and looked at me. "You know what? I think I'm okay with this, this time. But this is a slippery slope, Jeffery. Where do you set the bar at for doing this to someone? Is there going to be another fat-assed woman walking around the next time someone attacks you? Or attacks us? What about if you get cut off in traffic, do they deserve this?"

I crossed my arms, joining Pixie in staring at the big black ass with the white face peeking out. "I'm thinking that I'm setting the bar at 'Child Killer'."

"Ah," she exhaled in understanding. "Suddenly this makes a lot of sense. You do have a soft spot for kids."

I didn't want to look at Shitweasel anymore. "Yolanda, you can stand up. Go sit with the others." I watched her walk over to the other two and tried not to imagine what Shitweasel was going through as those massive, voluminous cheeks rubbed up and down against each other with every one of her steps.

"But what do we do with them?" I pleaded. "I didn't plan that far."

"You said they follow directions, right? Summer is home all day. We give them to her to direct, and they can do the cleaning at home. We'll get them maid uniforms or something."

I shrugged. "It's not like they care. It's actually a little creepy how there's no one home inside. They're going to have to be told to eat, sleep, use the bathroom... everything. They won't do anything of their own volition."

"Okay. Now come on, your harem needs to hug you and you need to reassure them that you're okay."

"They're not my harem," I gritted out. "They are wonderful, giving women who spoil me with affection."

"Sure, Jeffery," Pixie blatantly patronized me, "sure they're not."

There was no way I was going to win, so I didn't try. "Booties, stand up and follow me."

As the flesh golems stood and followed me out of the door in a line, Pixie looked at me askance, "Booties?"

"Yeah. The Booty Gang. Unless you have a better name?"

Pixie slapped the big ass of Carlita as she brought up the rear. "No, that works. What are we going to do about security now?"

I smiled grimly as the doors of the two vehicles opened as one and four women came racing out to me. "Well, we're going to have to get rid of the contractors we've got, obviously, but... I've got an idea about replacing them."

******

I walked into the local Veterans Affairs, flanked by Summer and Winter. "Hi there, I'm Jeff Marks. I'm going to fix up everyone here, and anyone who wants a job working security for me afterwards, I'm going to pay you a lot of money for it."

******