Noting the rather obvious bulge in your son's pants, you surrounded him with three bodies, one of each triplet, one behind, one on each side. Although you still thought of him as your son, you were finding it easier and easier to manipulate him--after all, you were multiple hot women, and he was just a 16-year-old boy. It didn't take much.
"Jeff, let's make more of me. Lots more. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" says Nicole-you.
Jeff, still utterly tongue-tied, nods dumbly, and raises the transmogrifier.
"Not here, silly," says Erica-you. "There's not enough room." At this, Jeff's bulge becomes even more obvious.
Jaclyn-you unplugs the transmogrifier and starts out the door. Jeff, supported by Nicole-you and Erica-you, follows, and your other six bodies trail behind. You lead Jack into your living room, where you lead Jack to a couch and your bodies start moving the furniture to clear space.
"Now..." you whisper into Jack's ear as Nicole.
"...we can really get this going!" you finish as Erica.
Having plugged the transmogrifier back into the wall, Jack's about to fire it at that Jaclyn, but your Nicole-body near him stops him and quickly checkes the device to ensure all the settings are still there. Thankfully they are--maximum power, image of the triplets--and so you let Jack fire. Eleven bodies. One of the Ericas among the six that had been looking on is fired upon. Thirteen bodies. Then a Nicole--fifteen. A new Nicole and a new Erica replace the ones on the couch, and each of the old ones in turn is split--nineteen. You promptly have Jeff split a Jaclyn, and then the last three unsplit bodies receive the same treatment.
You were now twenty-seven hot identical women. And you had never felt better.
You figured Jeff felt the same--at least, the rather large damp spot on his pants seemed to indicate that he did--but you supposed he couldn't handle seeing twenty-seven Dahms all at once. Thankfully he was only unconscious.
Taking the transmogrifier out of his limp hands, and using three of your bodies to carry him up to his room and lie him on his bed, you ponder your next escapade.
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