Sequel to:
It had been an eye-opening Halloween. Mike's female body was so wasted, I put him straight to bed. I’ll play with him in the morning. As for dad and Jake… they’d been very naughty kittens for asking when they're getting their manhoods back. As if I’ll ever willingly surrender this feeling of virility and power. The dizzying surge of testosterone makes my head spin as the two ‘girls’ beg for their cocks like pets begging for treats, and is driven to further heights as I consider the godlike power of the autocloset at my fingertips.
I instruct them to stand in the autocloset and they hop in in eager expectation of being returned to males. A touch of a button and the autocloset slices away their latex catsuits, affixing manicles to their wrists and ankles, binding them together. I place their bound forms on the bed.
“I’ll leave you to get acquainted with each other."
“But you were meant to revert us,” dad gapes as his son cuddles drunkenly against his back. Dad had managed his alcohol intake better than his sons. "What about our cocks!"
I cup the eight balls of my four-headed monster. “I think you mean my cocks, little kitten,” I say, stroking his long blonde hair. “And you’ll be taking them soon enough. Don't be so eager.”
It’s my turn for the autocloset. I worry about it turning me into a Frankenstein’s monster, this being halloween and all, but I needn’t have worried. A surgical machine arm spray the cocks with a numbing mist a moment before dozens of microsurgical implements pair them together and being stitching the meat of them together, merging them from four adequate penises to two magnificent specimens, one slung beneath the other.
Dad’s eyes widen as I step out of the closet stroking my two cocks in anticipation. “What have you done?” He squirms against his bonds, and against Jake in the process, who moans and strokes his soft breasts against his back in reply.
“One of you might get to be a man in the morning, if I decide. But I'm afraid there’s only one spare cock. So you kitties are going to have to fight over it,” I chuckle, approaching my pets. “Which one of you lovely things will please master the most?”