Chapter 13

"Old faithful strikes again," Gwen Tennyson said with a wry grin as she looked up from the stick of her home pregnancy to look at her reflection in the mirror of the medicine cabinet. As she looked at the freckles that stood out on her pale face she wondered if she was referring to herself or Ben as old faithful. In the twelve years since she and Ben had started fucking she'd managed to get knocked up eight times - nine times she reminded herself as she set the telltale stick down on the counter and rinsed her mouth out with some water from the tap.

Of course she wasn't the only one Ben kept knocking up. While most of the girls and women he fucked were content with one or two babies Ben still had his core harem of her, Jane, and Keesha, as well as his mother, her mother, and Keesha's mother. With her eight children she was right in the center for Ben's babies - right along with Keesha's eight children. Of course Jane had both of them beat with her twelve children (including two sets of twins) but she and Ben had been married for eight years now so she had more opportunity to fuck him then anyone else. And then there was Keesha's mother with nine of Ben's babies and another one starting to swell her belly again. Finally there was her and Ben's mothers with six children apiece, though it looked like Ben's mother was finally going to beat out her mother since she was carrying twins this time and her mother was only carrying one baby in her distended belly.

With a sigh Gwen wrapped her robe around her body and tied the belt before she turned to leave the master bathroom. She crossed her bedroom in three quick steps and opened the door to the hallway to see if she could hear what her children were up to. From the living room she heard the TV and recognized her oldest son's favorite cartoon show and nodded in relief, with no screams of snuffles of suppressed tears she was pretty sure her children weren't doing anything she had to worry about yet.

Closing the door to her bedroom Gwen stepped over to her dresser, she pulled the top drawer and selected a pair of powder blue panties and a matching bra. After she put on her underwear pulled open another drawer and stared thoughtfully at the t-shirts available before she grinned and picked out a blue on blue shirt with a stylized cart face on the front, somehow it seemed appropriate now that she knew she was carrying another one of Ben's babies. Finally she chose a pair of white caprea pants and pulled them on before she added her socks and tennis shoes and headed out to check on her children again.

She could still hear the cartoon show from the TV in the living room so she decided to let the older kids slide for a couple minutes while she checked on the younger ones. Opening the door to the children's room Gwen looked in and smiled at her eighteen month old daughter as she mumbled in her sleep and rolled her side in her crib. Just past the crib she could see her three year old son in his own bed as he opened his eyes at the sound of the door opening. Tim stared at her hopefully without lifting his head from the pillow and she smiled at him and gave him a nod. "Ok," Gwen whispered, "you can get up, but don't wake your sister up while you're getting dressed. I'll have breakfast ready in just a few minutes, ok?"

"Ok mommy," Tim whispered back as he threw off his blankets and sat up on the edge of the bed.

Gwen closed the door and headed for the living room just as she heard a short scream from her oldest daughter. "Perfect timing," Gwen muttered as she picked up her pace and rushed to the living room without actually running. She reached the opening to the living room and took a quick look around at her other six children seated around the living room. Eleven year old Kendle was standing in the center of the room apologizing to his ten year old sister Teena as she glared at her older brother. On one couch she could see eight year old Linda in the center with her seven year old brother Dennis on one side and her five year old sister Mindy on the other side as they watched their older brother and sister instead of the TV. The only one in the room who still had his eyes focused on the cartoon show was four year old Vincent.

"Ken Tennyson," Gwen said, giving her oldest son her best mother's glare, "what did you do to your sister?"

"I didn't do anything," Ken said with a nervous squeak as he looked up at his twenty-two year old mother. "She didn't believe me when I told her what I could do so I showed her."

"And what did you show her that would scare Teena like that?" Gwen demanded in her best no-nonsense voice.

"Well," Ken said nervously as he looked down at his bare feet. "I told her about how I can change into one of Uncle Ben's aliens."

"Oh really," Gwen said in obvious disbelief, "if you can do that then why don't you show me? Change it Fourarms."

"I can't," Ken sighed, "I can only change into one of Uncle Ben's aliens."

"Well then," Gwen said with a thin smile, "why don't you show me the one you can change into?"

"If you really want me to," Ken said, looking up into his mother's eyes like he was hoping she'd change her mind.

"Do it Ken," Gwen said.

"Ok," Ken said with a sigh as he took a step back from his mother. Gwen blinked away the green light that threatened to blind her and cast a defensive spell as she watched her son's body shift and grow before her eyes until she was looking up into the multi-faceted eyes of Horndog.

"Ken," Gwen said slowly as she dropped her spell and watched the nostrils in her son's alien face flare as if he was catching an unexpected scent, "how long have you been able to change into Sensoray?" she asked, careful to use the name Ben gave the alien in public instead of the one they used in private.

"Almost a year now, mom," Ken said sheepishly as his nostrils flared again. "I found out I could do it by accident, and the first time I changed I changed back after just a few seconds. But once I did it the first time I found I could do it again and I've been practicing until now I can hold this form for almost an hour."

"So you've been able to change into Sensoray for almost a year now and you never even thought to tell me?"

"It was our secret," Ken mumbled, "we didn't want to let anyone else know we could change until we could really control it."

"We?" Gwen asked as the word finally registered, "can someone else change into Sensoray?"

"Not Sensoray," Ken said, "Ben and Gwen can turn into Dittos."

"So," Gwen thought as she continued to look up at her son's large golden eyes, "you can change into Horndog and the twins can change into Ditto. I beginning to see a patern here but I better wait until I can talk to your father to see if he has an idea of what's going on here."

"Mom," Ken said as he blinked at his red haired mother, "did Uncle Ben knock you up again?"

"That's right," Gwen said with a weak smile, "you would be able to smell the difference. Yes Ken, your uncle and I are going to have another baby. Do you want another brother or sister this time?"

"I think another sister would be great," Ken said with a grin, "but I don't really care either way, I just like the idea that you and Uncle Ben are still making babies."

"Well I'm glad you're happy about it," Gwen said with a smile before she turned to look at the other children in the room, "but I want you all to remember that you can't say anything about who your father is - remember?"

"Yes mother," all her children said with an exasperated sigh. "You keep telling us we can't tell anyone that Uncle Ben is our father - except for our brothers and sisters."

"That's right," Gwen said with a comforting smile, "you can talk to your other brothers and sisters about your Uncle Ben if they're old enough to know the truth, but no one else."

"At least we don't have to be careful about calling him Uncle Ben," Teena said with a sigh. "Everyone knows he's really our cousin and they just think we're calling him uncle because he's older than us."

"That's right," Gwen said, giving her oldest daughter a nod before she turned to look around the room again. "Have any of you had breakfast yet?"

"Not yet, mom," Ken said. "You know all we can make is cereal, and we know you don't like us to have cereal every morning."

"In that case," Gwen said, giving her son a quick smile, "why don't you change back and I'll start the pancakes."

"Ok mom," Ken said with a smile that was obvious even on his strange but handsome alien face.

Gwen could sense the flash of red light behind her as her son changed back to his human form as she headed for the kitchen. With her magic Gwen started making the pancakes, sending pans, bowls, and other things flying around the room to mix the batter and heat the oil in the frying pan as she crossed to the phone. Before she had a chance to pick up the receiver the phone started to ring and Gwen picked it up. "Hello?" she said.

"Gwen," Keesha said on the other end of the line, "is that you?"

"It's me, Keesha," Gwen confirmed, "I was just thinking about calling you. Is something wrong?"

"I'm not sure if I'd say it's wrong," Keesha said in a rush, "but it's definitely strange."

"What happened?" Gwen asked as Keesha caught her breath.

"You're never going to believe this," Keesha said, "but just a few minutes ago I was working on an article when my laptop froze up. I was running through the regular tricks to try and free things up without shutting it down and losing my work when Misha came into the room. When she realized what had happened she asked if she could look at it and I decided to humor her since I'd run out of ideas anyway."

"Let me guess," Gwen said before her friend could continue, "Misha changed into a Greymatter and not only fixed your laptop, she upgraded it."

"How did you know?" Keesha asked in obvious surprise.

"Because I just found out that Kendle has been able to change into Horndog for almost a year now, and the twins are both able to turn into Dittos."

"That's impossible," Keesha said.

"You're saying that after seeing your own daughter change into a Greymatter?" Gwen said with a laugh as she watched the first pancake jump out of the frying pan and drop onto one of the plates lined up on the counter. "Keesha, I don't know how it happened, or why it's happening now, but I'm pretty sure the Omnitrix has something to do with it and I'm hoping that Ben will be able to put things together once he knows what's happening."