Something is tickling the back of my head as I lead Roger to my suite, but I can't pin it down. No matter. There's no way Roger has any control yet, so I'm going to enjoy the practice session with him.

  When we get to my bedroom, Roger pauses, “You're stupidly rich, you realize?”

  I shrug, “I could easily live a life of utter luxury, all alone in what is literally my own little world, with nothing but my books for company. It doesn't exactly appeal to me.” I pause, “Now, in your case, you're going to just about double in size when you change. That will ruin your armor and clothes, so you might want to get out of them.”

  The party leader nods, and strips off his armor and clothing, leaving his… ah, he's not excited yet… tiny little rod exposed, along with the rest of his body, which is whipcord and lean… all maybe three feet of it. Still, that won't st long.

  I nod, “Okay, now try shifting into your alternative form. Just focus on the end result, you as a beautiful woman, and make it a reality.”

  I watch as he concentrates, and surprisingly, he gets it on the first try… growing over the course of six seconds to a five foot bombshell with two fun bags each individually a little rger than her head, a thin waist, hips to bance her chest, long hair, dark skin… a very nice shortstack. And there is such hunger in her eyes…

  Oh, I forgot to undress.

  Roger fixes that for me, leaping the distance between us and knocking me onto my bed, cwing desperately at my pants and tearing them in her haste to get them off. As soon as it's exposed, she immediately puts my throbbing member in her nearest hole, which happens to be her mouth.

  While not very skilled, the woman is very eager, and starts bobbing her head up and down on my meat pole getting me going, moaning all the while. After a point, I grab her hair, thrusting deep into her throat, and unload inside her.

  Feeling good, I smile, “You should get something from this too… climb up on top of me and enjoy how good it feels to have a meat rod in your baby bakery.”

  She does, getting on the bed, kneeling, and impaling herself on me, her dripping hole welcoming the intrusion hungrily. She starts rocking back and forth, bouncing up and down, her big bazookas shaking in my face as her hair dances all over in the torchlight of the room. She screams. She moans. Soon, she shudders and clenches around me, which is enough to set me off again.

  She doesn't stop, of course.

  I grab the big bouncing orbs in my face as she continues rocking and bouncing on top of me, managing to get her to lean in enough that I can suck on one… no milk, unlike Mom (who doesn't let me have any of hers since I turned eight: She just dumps it out when she's not pying with her friends) or aunt Wanda (who needs active help emptying her jugs very regurly, and greatly enjoys filling folks’ bellies directly from those giant taps of hers). Still, it's fun to try.

  I lose count of how many times I spurt inside her, and how many times she shudders around me. Eventually she starts fgging, and I whisper, “How about we roll over and I pound you for a while?”

  We do, and I start doing the work, pistoning my baster in and out of her lower lips. I cheat a little on supporting myself, using the fly spell I left running so my hands are free to massage her chest, rear, and face… she responds well. I also kiss her through her moaning, snaking my tongue into her mouth and tasting a hint of my own seed as I enjoy myself.

  Eventually she passes out from exhaustion, her lower lips still reflexively milking my male member, at which point I sigh, and let myself settle onto her, feeling the rise and fall of her chest in her sleep. I give it… a while, I don't really have a clock in here… just ying there enjoying the feel of her skin on mine, her perpetually hungry lower lips milking my man meat.

  But I do crave a little variety, so I eventually pull out… and she whimpers as little in her sleep when I do. Shaking my head, I cast Countermoon again, causing her to morph back into her original form, the not-quite three foot tall halfling male. I then fix my clothes with Make Whole, clean up with Prestidigitation, get dressed, and head over to my library, leaving Roger alone to sleep it off.

  I peruse the spell books, looking for nothing of particur note… oh, the Heroics spell, huh? Free fighter bonus feats… what's a fighter bonus feat… I head to the biology section… ah, a “combat feat”... what does that include… oh, that's… okay, I guess it makes sense. Huh. I spend some time giving myself all the weapon, armor, and shield proficiencies. Hmm… what else… Extra Combat Talent? Huh, what are those…. oh. Oh, the Beastmastery sphere… Is that how Mom gave me a… it is! Okay. A few more castings, and I have the ability to call an animal companion again. It will take a day this time, but that's okay. Oh, Improved Animal Companion … I can get a Griffon now with another talent from the same sphere to cover the ranks, which are free from another casting… nice. I don't actually need a pet, but… dude, I can ride a Griffon around… or I can be a Griffon with my Shapechange… huh. I wonder how it feels when Griffons do it? They're not just animals, they can think.

  I put the books down when Wesley walks in, a little bleary-eyed, “So… up for another exciting day of watching a castle go up?”

  I stand up, “Sure… I also need to provide guards for the wall and gate anyway, and am thinking about taking over the bordello.”

  Wesley raises an eyebrow, “Are you going to be a Madam or one of the working girls?”

  I shake my head, “Neither. I pn on using more summons for both… we may as well keep the real people happy enough.”

  “They're going to be spoiled once this area is prosperous enough to have real women… that pn could cause the popution to die out.” I guess the guy who's reasonably expected to die of old age when he's five or six hundred years old is thinking ahead.

  I suppose I'm going to live a very long time too… I shrug, “Not really. The summons are going to charge, so guys will still want to get married to save some coins there… or to actually have kids. So… not much different from a traditional bordello there. Even if it does… if we're attracting people, we can just phase out the bordello so it stops being a problem.”

  “Will you be willing to lose that income stream when the time comes?”

  I consider a bit, “Probably? I can't say with certainty who I'll be in however many years, but I kind of expect that the dungeon will produce more wealth than the bordello. Also… these summons can be set up for basically any mundane trade. The bordello isn't going to earn much with just a few score actual men in town in comparison to, say, a zillion farmers growing wheat for me to use as trade goods.” Which I may want to do anyway… less drain on the dungeon than the Clerics.

  The wizard chuckles, “A fair answer. Anyway… I picked up more materials in the st dungeon, so I'm going to be copying spells from your library.”

  “Go for it,” I stand up, “I think I am done reading for now anyway. There is something I want to try.”

  “Knock yourself out!” Kind of hard in my case.

  I head out of the library, and start manufacturing town guards, as well as the Clerics to feed them. The town guards I spend a little time boosting, basically the same list I gave the party. It makes it take longer… but it makes them better at their jobs. Of course I also speak with my chief builder about the curtain wall and guard towers around town, adding those to the pns… a few extra months, no big deal.

  Then comes the dies of the night. Ironically, they're the exact same summon I use for all the other skill builds: The “Merchant(Shopkeep)”. Despite the name, it's really just a skill build, and explicitly allows swapping out the primary skill and associated Skill Focus feat. So miners, stonemasons, carpenters, sages, or any other skill I like all comes off the same tempte… including the bordello workers, who have Profession(courtesan). The Clerics I use to feed everyone are the “Temple(Acrolyte)” option, and the city watch I make from the “Mercenary(Caravan Guard)” listing. I give them some buffs, but fundamentally the entire set of fake townsfolk are just three different options from one summon spell applied repeatedly with simple variations that are explicitly permitted… and those “simple variations” include everything about their appearances within the range of normal for aduly humans per the biology texts… which is a decent range: Four foot seven to six foot one, ninety five to a hundred eighty five pounds, basically any skin, eye, and hair color I would want, and QUITE the range of bust, waist, and hip lines… plus any style of clothing I imagine for them. It's not until I have a shortage of space where I'm working that I realize my working girls outnumber the real popution of the town. I dismiss most of them: A dozen plus a madam to manage them all is fine.

  I then take my new entourage out to speak with the council….