Jennifer, Drew, & Julie

War. A brutal and bloody conflict that has been a part of our history since before recorded history even began. It is said that war does not determine who is right, but who is left. There are no real winners in any conflict of such scale, only those who lose the least. War is not fun. It is not holy. It is not fair. It is not right. It is not noble. It is not honorable...

*Cue Upbeat Circus Music*

And then there's what the history books would later refer to as the Tennyson Backyard Skirmish.

Lasting only ten days, the combined forces of Ben Tennyson, Rook Blonko, Kevin Levin, their respective harems, and the entire Vreedle Clan were able to completely repel the three armies simultaneously invading Zarcovia in an unprovoked attack without sustaining a single casualty, yet inflicting hundreds upon the invaders. This would have been the first and last day of the Skirmish, as the losing countries had agreed to the ceasefire and peace talks Ben proposed. However, the young hero failed to account for the clumsy and trigger happy nature of Rhomboid Vreedle, who singlehandedly bumbled his way into reigniting the war with a new burning passions, while also dragging four other small countries that had long been gunning for control of Zarcovia into the fray.

On day two, Ben, Gwen, Kevin, and Blonko tried to convince their loosely allied group into staying completely defensive during the rest of the war. It worked for the most part, but Looma, Attea, Charmcaster, and the Vreedle Clan each took their own initiative to invade one of the other countries. Within a day, they had killed or captured over 5,000 soldier without a single loss, and gained the unconditional surrender of said country.

On day three, the successful invaders returned with vast spoils of war, including the complete assimilation of the conquered country. This massive net gain greatly boosted the morale of the long oppressed Zarcovian army, who insisted on pressing their advantage now that they were finally winning a war for once. The heroes continued trying to dissuade any offensive plans, but were stymied when the invading teams managed to convince Eighteight, Kai, Rojo, Frightwig, and Turbine to help them invade two other countries simultaneously.

On day four, the two teams invaded and conquered two more countries by taking advantage of the fact that the countries they were invading were only prepared for the original team. Altogether, they killed or captured ten-thousand soldiers before the end of the day, and again sustained no casualties.

On day five, the teams returned with even more spoils of war and territory. The four countries that had yet to be assimilated agreed to put up a united front against the powerful and unrelenting enemy they found themselves facing, even calling in two more allied countries into the conflict. However, their panicked leaders were completely unaware that Ben, now unwillingly acting as the standing leader of Zarcovia, was still relentlessly pushing for a cessation of hostilities.

On day six, the six allied countries - now calling themselves the Terran United Alliance, under the belief that they would defeat the largely alien invading force - launched a preemptive strike against the newly expanded Zarcovia. This proved to be a fatal mistake however, as it roused the rest of the frighteningly powerful individuals still determined to keep peace from their defensive stance. Having bonded with many people from their new country, they were motivated to strike back against the invaders with maximum force for the threat they posed to the country they had come to love as their own. At this moment of resolve, the invading army found itself facing down a small, yet elite team of highly lethal individuals.

On day seven, the TUA was pushed back to their own countries by the elite fighters, while the rank and file soldiers of Zarcovia worked hard to defend the civilians and prisoners of war. The TUA lost over 40,000 soldiers as casualties or prisoners on this day, while the kingdom of Zarcovia remained completely unmolested.

On day eight, the super powered forces split into three group, with each team taking on two countries simultaneously in a divide and conquer strategy. The tactic was simple, yet highly effective, causing another 30,000 or so enemy casualties and captures, reducing the TUA to less than 30% of their original manpower.

On day nine, the majority of TUA weapons and supplies had been captured, with the armies and leaders all laying down arms, knowing that they had been completely beaten. One of the leaders tried to launch a suicide bombing against Zarcovia to go out in a blaze of glory, only to be killed by his closest and most trusted adviser before he could attempt to do so. Said adviser would go on to receive many awards and commendations for his actions which saved the world from a continued war.

On day ten, the terms of surrender were finalized, and all 62,438 prisoners of war were released, far more than most were expecting. Apparently much care had been taken to keep casualties at a minimum, and many suspect the war would have been over twice as fast if the Heroes hadn't cared about a body count. Ten small and inconsequential countries went into this war, and one sizable and powerful country came out of it. No longer able to see itself as Zarcovia or any of the other countries that once composed this new nation, it was given a new name suited to its multi-species origins.

Omniation.

Omniation Capital - Day of King Tennyson's Coronation

"I still don't see why I have to be king." Ben huffed as he reclined in his new chambers, watching Sumo Slammers cartoons on his big screen TV - something he considered one of the few worthwhile perks of his future position. "Let the people vote for who they want to lead them. It worked out well enough for George Washington and America."

"They did vote, Ben." Rook reminded his fellow officer. "The results were nearly unanimous in your favor."

"I know that." Ben bemoaned as he slammed his face into his pillow. "Doesn't mean I have to like it though. And why do I have to be king instead of President?! At least then I'd only have a four year term instead of a lifetime commitment."

"They voted on that as well, Ben." Rook shook his head tiredly. "Personally, I see this as a great opportunity for Earths' relations with the galactic community. With members of nobility from five - arguably eight - powerful and influential species from across the galaxy as your consorts, you make for an optimal political linchpin."

"But do I really have to marry them all?!" Ben whined as he hopped up from his bed. "I've barely been dating most of them for more that a few weeks, or months, or - I don't know how long it's been with all the time fragments!"

"Please bear in mind that you are not the only one being strong-armed into marriage with multiple partners." Rook frowned bitterly. "Ma Vreedle was very insistent that I make a 'proper woman' out of Sceles as soon as possible, and Sceles was kind enough to insist that her new 'sisters' not be left out." He shook his head, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "And at any rate, as Azmuth explained to us when the pieces of time and space were coming back together, though our time with our... multiple lovers was relatively short from a three dimensional perspective, from a four and five dimensional point of view, we have all undergone years worth of courtship. The emotional bonds we have built are very strong, even if it was very brief."

"I know that too." Ben sighed as he shut off the TV and made for the door. "And I get it, even though we may be jumping into this, we wouldn't have built up such strong connections if we couldn't have made it that far anyway. I just wish I was more confident about all of - hello." He cut himself short when he opened the door, surprised by who he saw about to knock herself. "Julie, what brings you here?" He smiled warmly, glad to see at least one girl he wasn't marrying today.

"Hey there Ben." Julie muttered bashfully and she shuffled her feet and glanced down the halls and into the room. "Hey Rook, how are you two doing?"

"Considering I am about to be married to four women, three of whom are former criminals, I am actually feeling quite well." Rook remarked conversationally. "What brings you here today?"

"Ben already asked me that question." Julie answered... or didn't once you thought about it. "Speaking of which, do you think you could give the two of us some alone time for a second? I need to talk with him about... something."

"Very well?" Rook responded uncertainly as he politely passed Julie out into the hall. "If either of you need me, I shall be in my room, preparing for my own... weddings." He sighed as he walked down the hall, pausing once to glance back in suspicion and curiosity.

"I don't know why he's so worried." Ben skulked as he guided Julie into his room. "I have six times as many fiances as he does, two of which I'm technically renewing my vows to." With a sigh, he turned his attention to his ex. "So what brings you here, Julie?"

"Oh, nothing much." Julie droned in a a faux innocent sing-song voice. "Just wondering why my boyfriend is suddenly engaged to twenty-four women, and I'm not one of them." She frowned crossly as Ship popped out of her purse and growled at a stunned Ben.

"Boyfriend?!" Ben parroted in shock. "But didn't we break up a while ago? You misunderstood something I said on the phone while playing a video game and went off to date some French photographer named Herve?"

"What are you talking about, Ben?" Julie asked in skeptic confusion. "I've never even been to France, and I can tell the difference between your video game attitude and your real life attitude."

"There's a difference?" Ben scratched his head in confusion as he tried to reconcile this conversation with what he thought he knew.

"You start making lame smack-talk about everything." Julie explained without missing a beat. "And I mean lame-lame smack-talk, not the good-lame kind that you do when in actual combat. But back to my point; why are you marrying twenty-four women, while simultaneously not marrying me, your actual girlfriend?"

"You wanna marry me?" Ben remarked in stunned disbelief.

"Well, this is so sudden... but okay." Julie smiled as she made her way past a wide-eyed gaped-mouth Ben and out the door. "Don't bother getting me a dress or a ring, I've already got those covered."

"...What just happened?!" Ben said when his brain finally caught up with the world around him. "Did Julie just trick me into proposing? She did, didn't she?! And what about Herve? She was acting like we never broke up, and she never met him." It took him a moment, but the answer finally came to him. "Because she didn't met him. When the time-space continuum got shattered, jumbled-up, and fixed, Julie going to France for her tournament and meeting Herve must have gotten lost, along with the accidental break-up!" This epiphany had him worried and shocked for several seconds, until he just shrugged it off and decided to go with it. "Julie and I are gonna get married. Miracles really do happen." He smiled as he went off to find the dressing room to get ready for his part.

Dressing Room - With Ben

"I said it before, and I'll say it again. 'Miracles really do happen'." Ben beamed as two of the loveliest women he'd ever met began dressing him. "Remind me, why are you two here to dress me again? Not that I'm complaining of course, I'm just curious."

"Are you kidding?" Jennifer Nocturne grinned her literally award winning smile. "It's not everyday there's a royal wedding, and I absolutely had to be here, no matter how bad my manager said it'd be for my publicity to show up at the polygamous wedding of my ex. Besides, I still owe you for helping me realize what a jerk that Captain Nemesis loser is."

"Be honest, you want in, and this is the just the best way you could think of." Drew Saturday retorted, seeing right through the celebrity.

"...Is it really that obvious?" Jennifer answered hesitantly, causing Ben to tiredly roll his eyes at what would normally be a big and life altering proclamation, but was little more than an overused gag to him by this point. "Don't get me wrong, I'm not desperate or anything, it's just that I'm not used to anyone being nice to me without some ulterior motive. You may not know this, but in addition to only being seem as a icon to my fans, a paycheck to my manager, a relationship of convenience to my colleagues, and an escape route to Captain Nemesis, my home life before I became a star... wasn't exactly ideal."

"Yeaahh, I met your mom once." Ben winced sympathetically, causing Jennifer to glance away fearfully. "After her, and everything else you said, it'd make sense for you to cling to whatever few good things to happen in your life."

"So does that mean you'll marry me?" Jennifer asked hopefully.

"I never said that." Ben immediately shot her down, causing her hopes to deflate. "Seriously, nothing against you, but you need professional help, not a marriage to some guy you barely know to serve as a quick patch."

"What if I sweeten the deal?" Drew licked her lips seductively, causing all of Ben's blood to rush to his face. "I've seen the way you look at me, I know you're interested, not to mention I've already got a ring and an old dress I could pull out."

"Mrs. Saturday, you're seducing me." Ben stood ramrod straight, his nerves fraying as the MILF began licking his face. "Not that I'm not interested, but what about Doc? What about Zak? How would they take this?"

"Doc is a moron and Zak is dead." She purred into his ear, sending shivers up his spine at how seductive she sounded in-spite of how morbid yet oddly familiar her remark was. "Why should I care what any of them have to say when I can have a king of such power and majesty for a groom?"

"...Wait a second." Ben muttered as he began connecting the dots based on something Zak had once told him. "Could you stick out your tongue for a second, Mrs. Saturday?"

Smirking as her eyes gained a half-lidded and dreamy gaze, Drew slowly and erotically pushed her tongue out of her lips, slowly... slowly... further... further... after two agonizingly long and arousing minutes, her tongue had wrapped around Ben's body five times.

"Well if it isn't Mrs. Monday." Ben grinned at the alternate dimensional version of his favorite MILF. "What's an evil babe like you doing in a dimension like this?"

With a bitter look on her face, she retracted her tongue so quickly it smacked him on the cheek. "Don't call me that." She said crossly. "Just because I'm a Dark Matter version of a resident of this dimension, doesn't mean my name is some bad pun on her name. No matter what the brat calls me, I'm still Drew Saturday, just a different version of her."

"No need to tell me twice." Ben frowned as he rubbed the sore spot on his face. "I've got plenty of experience with evil twins." He winced as he recalled a particularly bad encounter with Mad Ben. "By the way, doesn't your presence in this dimension case freaky distortions of reality or something?"

"I've obviously accounted for that." Drew remarked smugly. "When I built a dimensional gateway to get away from the bounty hunters and police back home, I made sure to include a matter conversion unit into the machine to reverse the subatomic makeup of my body. It took three years to get the necessary parts and build it, but given your infatuation with the me of this universe, coupled with your recent coronation and wedding, it seems I couldn't have chanced upon a better time to arrive."

"So you're pretty much a gold digger?" Jennifer scowled accusingly at Drew, getting an unashamed shrug in response.

"What can I say?" Drew said with a predatory grin. "I'm not one to pass up a golden opportunity when it comes my way."

"Why you no good little-mmph!" Jennifer was cut short as Ben began passionately making out with her.

Drew Monday, ever a woman of hard science, just rolled her eyes at the hormonal passion that unfolded before her. Even as she smelled the telltale signs of a female orgasm coming from Jennifer, all she could muster was a sigh as she pinched the bridge of her nose. She had made calculated efforts to seduce Ben, yes, but it was solely for his monetary and technological assets. The thought that this Jennifer Nocturne woman was so weak as to be brought to climax from a mere kiss from a teenager was curious, but mostly an insult to her gender...

Until Ben stopped kissing Jennifer, and started kissing her.

'Oh my God! What is he doing?!' Drew thought furiously as she forced her tongue violently down his throat in a reflexive effort to make him gag, only for him to dig into her mouth that much more powerfully. 'Oh God, what is he doing?!' Her thoughts took a very different turn as he used his tongue to literally tie her much longer tongue in a knot. 'Oh God, I can't pull my tongue out of his mouth! What is he doing with-oh no, where are his hands going?! Don't you dare touch me there you-OH MY GOD! There's my sweet spot! Oh God, if his tongue alone was good enough to do that to Jenn, what are his hands going to do to-Stop that! I can't give into his pace! He's just a kid, and I'm a trained killer and master thief and poacher. Gotta fight it. Gotta-OH SWEET BUTTER AND WAFFLES, DON'T STOP THERE YOU UNCONTROLLABLE ANIMAL! Gag me 'til I barf! Spank me 'til I bleed! Put a baby into me right now! Whatever you do, just DON'T EVER STOP!' As quickly and suddenly as it had started however, it stopped, leaving Drew a quivering pile of pleasure, desperately hungry for more. "Why... did you stop..." She panted lustfully for air.

"Because I got all I needed from the kiss." Ben shrugged, causing Drew to go white with fear from the thought of never being kissed by Ben again, let alone being deprived of fulfilling his other needs. "And not like that. What I meant was that I know we might actually work now. Same for you by the way Jenn."

"Does this mean you'll put a baby into me now, Master?" Jennifer panted eagerly as she wrapped her arms around his leg pleadingly.

"Back off sister!" Drew snapped as she shoved Jennifer away and latched onto Ben in her place. "If he's putting a baby into anyone first, it's gonna be me!"

"I'm not putting a baby into anyone!" Ben scolded them both as she struggled to keep the from attacking each other, getting a gasp of despair from both of them. "At least not right now." He amended, causing them both to calm down in relief. "Right now you're both just running high from the hormones and pleasure. It'll wear off in a few minutes, and when it does you'll both be able to be a bit more rational about this so I can explain what I just did to you."

"I don't wanna be rational." Drew pleaded as she and Jennifer fought over who would get his pants off first, only for Ben to push both of them away again. "I want you to fuck me senseless nonstop until I pop a baby out of my pussy, and then start the process all over again."

"That's the hormonal high talking." Ben scolded her as he ushered them both out the door. "Get down to the dressing room for the brides and prep for the wedding, Fritz can explain the whole thing better than I can." And with that, Ben slammed the door on both girls, but they were both already long gone, desperate to get ready for their wedding day.

10 Minutes Later - Bridal Dressing Room

"I can't believe I degraded myself like that." Drew bemoaned as a few girls put the finishing touches on her dress. "I'm a woman of science, not some whore who'll salivate and beg like some masochist over the chance to get laid."

"That's what you get for trying ta seduce Ben." Fritz informed the scientist from an alternate dimension. "Not that ye could have known, ah'course, given that we only managed to discover this phenomenon a few days ago ourselves."

"And what exactly would that be?" Jennifer frowned, upset at the perceived slight against her by Ben earlier. "I know I stared in some awful supernatural-romance movies, but that doesn't mean I'm easy."

"And I'm not saying you are." Fritz gave her a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "Allow me to explain now that you have both calmed down a bit. Now I'm guessing that you both have at least a passing knowledge of the concept of acupuncture and acupressure."

"I have regular sessions to help deal with some PTSD." Jennifer shrugged, getting a slightly stunned glance from Drew.

"Well, what Ben did when he kissed ye both was a form of that." Fritz began explaining. "Because of his extremely physically and emotionally intimate relationship with all of us, Ben has become an expert like no other in the art of pleasing a woman." She admitted without shame, even as Jenn and Drew both got crimson. "However, that is only the case if he is emotionally and personally compatible with the woman in question, it shan't work on any girl he could not form a bond as a lifelong mate to."

"But that's impossible." Drew muttered as she went into scientist mode. "Pressure points and nerve clusters are nearly uniform from one member of a species to the next. Either this method you speak of would work on everyone, or no one at all. There should be no middle ground."

"If it were any other part of the body, then yes, it would be impossible." Fritz conceded her point. "But the tongue is not like all other muscles in the body, for it has no bones to support a set structure. The movements of one tongue during a kiss are somewhat like a trainable version of your fingerprint. No two people do it the same, but with practice and experience, you can make what just happened to you two happen, so long as he can match your pace and motions so that he hits the right pressure points."

"It's starting to clear things up a bit." Drew admitted reluctantly. "But that still doesn't explain why that makes us somehow compatible."

"Do you think about every single motion of your body?" Fritz asked. "Every single breath you take, even while asleep? Every single involuntary twitch? No, of course not. It's all something you do subconsciously. No matter how much you try to control yourself, there are things about your body that you don't have conscious control over. The motions of the tongue during the kiss are the same. No matter how good you get at it, there are just certain motions you'll always do, things that will always slip your observation. Don't get me wrong, Ben is an amazing kisser, and an ever better lover, but there's only so much you can do to match yourself with another, and once you get past the first experience together, it doesn't become as taxing if you don't let it. Believe me, we've tested this phenomenon very thoroughly." She said slyly.

"Well I'm sold." Jennifer beamed eagerly, catching Drew's attention.

"Seriously?" Drew asked skeptically, her scientific mind still doubting it even in the face of a well worded argument.

"Why not?" Jenn shrugged. "It sounds just like True Love's Kiss, from right out of a Fairy Tale."

"Funny you should mention that." Fritz grinned. "Because we're actually patenting this under the name of the True Love's Kiss Phenomenon."

"Shoot me." Drew mumbled as her worldview died a little inside.

Later - At The Alter

'I can't believe I'm here again already.' Ben whimpered silently in apprehension as the organ music began playing to announce the arrival of the brides. However, as he got a good look at his many brides walking down the aisle, his apprehension melted away into anticipation.

Ester was wearing a heavy, show white fur coat that trailed down to her feet, with an elegant hood over her head, and her hands folded in front of her so that her left hand went into her right sleeve, and vice-versa. Kai was dressed in earthy toned animal skins, with many beads and bits of fur from various animals strung together in a necklace, and a modest headdress of several short yet colorful feathers on a headband. Looma and Attea had both decided to take a page from Earth style wedding dresses by going in basic white, with the slight exceptions of Looma not wearing any sleeves, and Attea wearing a miniskirt, so that they could subtly tantalize their darling Ben with their most attractive physical features. Helen also wore a custom wedding dress, using a specially made veil to fit around her helmet and cutting a slit in the back of her dress for her tail. Charmcaster wore an elaborate purple dress with a train that trailed several meters behind her, and a very high an ornate collar framing her head, making for a very ostentatious presentation. Elena, being made entirely of Nanochips, simply reassembled her physical form so that she hovered off the floor like a legless ghost, and did away with her horns. Eunice wore a simple ankle length dress that looked like a longer version of her usual dress, while her 'mother' Myaxx pulled her tentacles up in pigtails and wore a red bikini top and floral sarong combo of all things, the general assumption being that it was typical wedding garb for her race. Lucy kept her body mostly globby, while forming a wedding dress that looked just like the one her cousin wore during her wedding from the rest of her body. Eighteight had just programmed a white version of her usual armor into her camouflage projector, but it was still lovely. Rojo wore a normal wedding dress, but added an armored breastplate seemingly for no other reason than because she wanted to stand out. Swift's dress was surprisingly skimpy, being little more than a strip of fabric around her neck that was tucked into a short dress, though in her defense, with her physical alterations there weren't many other options. Emily was wheeled down the aisle by Jennifer, both of them wearing normal wedding dresses. Frightwig wore a polka-dot dressing gown. Turbine's wedding dress was splattered with many grease-stains. Mazuma and Julie both wore white kimonos with golden dragon embroideries. Cicely simply wore a white version of her usual clothes, while Shar similarly wore a white version of the harvest dress the Rook Family had once tricked him into wearing. Suemongousaur decked herself out in as many furs as she could fit on her very large body, while her friend Yetta was wearing thick metal shoulder pads that looked like hockey masks of all things. Fritz was wearing a wedding dress custom made to accommodate for her hunch, with the veil covering her from hunch to head. Voratia had come to the wedding completely nude, but the bit of fabric that hung out of the corner of her mouth just before she nibbled it up implied that she'd eaten her dress in pre-wedding jitters. Drew Saturday/Monday turned quite a few heads with her jet black wedding dress, chief among them being the Saturdays of this universe, who only pieced the puzzle together once she licked her own eyeballs. And finally was the Way Bad, who was far to big to make a dress for, and thus went in her usual attire.

So awestruck was Ben by how beautiful he found all his brides that he barely noticed that they'd all reached the alter by the time he stopped gawking at them, and started gawking at who the Master of Ceremonies was.

"Dearly Beloved," Sallem addressed the audience dramatically yet reservedly. "We are gathered here today to join in holy matrimony this young hero, and these - let's see here..." He muttered as he began murmuring to himself as he counted all the brides. "Twenty-seven women." He finished counting with a playful grin on his half scarred face. "Now then, unlike someone in attendance at this wedding I know, we don't have all the time in the world, so I'm gonna skip to the important parts." He announced as he pulled out a placard and slapped it against the screen.

THE IMPORTANT PART!

"-Benjamin Kirby Tennyson," Sallem turned to the groom after giving an incredibly long, moving, and deep series of vows written by the brides and groom. A list of vows that would make even the strongest of men tear up, and reduce the weaker ones to a sobbing mess. "Do you take Julie Yamamoto, Kai Green, Ester, Looma Red Wind, Attea, Elena Validus, Eunice, Jennifer Nocturne, Drew Saturday, Emily, Lucy Mann, Helen Wheel, Charmcaster, Rojo, Frightwig, Turbine, Myaxx, Rook Shar, Eighteight, Mazuma, Swift, Cicely, Fritz, Suemongousaur, Yetta, Voratia Rumbletum, and this Way Bad to be your lawfully wedded wives?"

"I do." Ben accepted without hesitation, having gotten over his shock at Sallem's presence during the early parts of the beautifully worded vows.

"And do all of you girls take Ben to be your lawfully wedded husband?" He asked the many brides assembled.

"WE DO!" All the girls declared as one, except the Way Bad, who just let out a roar that would make Godzilla proud.

"Then by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife, and wife, and wife, and wife, and wife, and wife, and wife, and wife, and wife, and wife, and wife, and wife, and wife, and wife, and wife, and wife, and wife, and wife, and wife, and wife, and wife, and wife, and wife, and wife, and wife, and wife, and wife." He announced and he slammed his good book closed. "You may now abduct the husband and take him to the nearest open area big enough for all of you to have an orgy in, at which point, no one will see any of you for at least a week; twenty days tops." As everyone began chattering in confusion about the how odd the words of the Master of Ceremonies were, or how he couldn't possibly be serious, all of the happy brides suspended Ben in a makeshift mosh pit, and congregated in the arms of Way Bad, who then wandered off into the wilderness, eventually arriving on a mountaintop where the newly married group of twenty-eight enjoyed a very loving and passionate two weeks of baby-making.

Eight Months Later

"Okay now," Ben muttered as a few members of his harem ushered him, blindfolded, out of the ultra modified limo they used to go on family trips. "First thing in the morning you dragged me out of bed, then blindfolded and hogtied me, and finally threw me in the limo, where we've been driving for the last two hours, constantly telling me not to struggle, or that it's gonna be worth it all in the end. Now it seems we've finally got to wherever it is we're apparently all so excited about being, so are you finally gonna tell me just what it is that's so amazing you couldn't bother telling me earlier?"

"Alright, alright, take your pants off." Ester teased him as she removed his blindfold, causing him to grin in excitement once his eyes finally adjusted to the light.

"Woah." Ben said breathlessly as he hungrily took in the sight that was all twenty-seven of his wives lounging in various positions on their private beach, each of them wearing skimpy swimsuits with lots of transparent and very tantalizing fabrics hanging off the straps of their bikini tops and bottoms and billowing in the warm summer breeze. The even managed to make a swim suit big enough for Way Bad. Most pleasing to his eyes and appetizing to his sex drive were their gravid bellies, all twenty-seven of them bare to the air and swollen with his children.

"Well?" Julie grinned as she latched onto him from behind and traced her fingers on his chest seductively while pressing his breasts and belly up against his back. "Would you say that this special treat was worth the wait?"

"Definitely." Ben grinned before embracing Julie tenderly and kissing her deeply. "This is the best possible way to celebrate all of you being so close to your due dates. I love you all so much right now."

"And don't think we're just gonna be lounging around playing beach volleyball." Kai grinned hungrily.

"This is going to be a very... interactive experience for you." Drew licked her breasts erotically.

"You're gonna be rubbing sunscreen all over our bellies," Jennifer rubbed her belly seductively.

"Our legs," Attea bent over and ran her hands up her bodacious legs and she stood back up.

"Our arms," Looma turned her profile to Ben, stretched her right arms in front of her delicately, and ran her left hands from her shoulders to her fingertips.

"Our backs," Swift turned her backside to Ben and traced her tail up and down her spine.

"Our miscellaneous other appendages," Helen shook her tail in his direction.

"And our breasts." Charmcaster crossed her arms under her ample chest and bounced it up and down.

"Then we'll make out on the sand for about an hour." Emily gave a 'come-hither' look as she licked her lips.

"Then we'll make out in the water for about an hour." Myaxx blew Ben a kiss and a wink.

"Then we'll just rub up against each other for a while." Frightwig said as she and Turbine pressed their bellies and breasts together.

"Then we'll just suck on each other for a while." Eunice said as Elena groped her from behind while trailing kisses along her neck.

"Then things will actually start getting... dirty." Lucy purred as she let a few drops of her body drip off her fingers.

"Things will start getting... sticky." Cicely pouted as Rojo licked her sugary sweet arm.

"Ktweio eifc eijf ssmcd pasdka... enwdic." "Then we can start talking... nasty." Shar translated for Eighteight.

"Then we can finally begin actually feeding the babies." Mazuma grinned as she leaned back and rubbed the underside of her artificial yet fully functional baby bearing belly invitingly, ignoring Voratia going off script eating a large boulder just behind her.

"Unless of course it's just too much trouble for ya ta wait." Yetta offered helpfully as Suemongousaur gave a thumbs-up from behind her.

"And judging by the size of the bulge in his pants, I'd say waiting is too much trouble." Fritz noted as she gazed longingly.

"...Too much trouble." Way Bad spoke, shocking all the very horny members of her family at her sudden ability of verbal communication. "Want sex now."

The entire harem looked to Ben, waiting for his decision with bated breath.

"...Who am I to say no to a giant woman?" Ben finally managed to say, much to the joy of all of his lovers.

"And just think, Ben." Ester sighed dreamily as Ben began stripping everyone of all their clothes. "As soon as all the babies are born, you're going to be knocking us all up with another batch."

"...Say what now?" Ben blinked in shock and confusion.

"...You mean you didn't tell him?" Attea glanced at Looma.

"I thought someone else would take care of it." Looma defended herself sheepishly.

"Looks like there's no time like the present then, huh?" Julie gave her husband a predatory grin.

"We've all become addicted to pregnancy." Kai smiled as she traced circles on her belly with her finger.

"We love carrying around another life in our wombs." Jennifer drummed her fingers on her belly.

"And even though I know from experience just how painful childbirth is," Drew bent over and erotically mimed going into labor with her mouth wide open and her tongue hanging down to the sand. "In hindsight, it's the kind of experience one could easily get addicted to after a few times."

Ben didn't know what to say. As he gazed upon his horny harem of pregnant beauties, he momentarily worried about just how he was going to cope, with all twenty-seven of his wives popping out one baby after another, year after year. He worried whether he'd be a good father to the legions of kids he'd be having this way. However, as his many lovers began seductively slipping off their clothes, all his worries melted away, replaced by a solid readiness to be a great father, and his newly discovered fetish for pregnant women.

"I hope I can remember all of their birthdays." Ben grinned as his baby mamas began circling him like sharks. "And get enough additions made to the castle to accommodate a family numbering in the hundreds." With that, the women set upon him like starved wolves, and Ben once again relearned that he was the single luckiest man on the planet.