A few quality-of-life tests

"Sure, go for it," Becky says with a shrug. "Maybe see if it can create food. If we're trapped in here, we can't exactly go shopping."

"Good call," Roger nods. "Okay machine, if I asked you to summon a cheeseburger, do you have enough LP for that?"

The needle on the dial immediately flicks into the green with a ding.

"Alrighty then. I wish for a cheeseburger."

The liquid in the vat starts to glow and bubble energetically. They see pink vapour rise up from the surface and get sucked into one of the connected pipes. After a few moments, the liquid calms down again, settling a few inches lower than it was before, and Roger discovers that he is holding a perfect-looking cheeseburger in his hand.

He looks at it nervously for a few seconds, before taking an experimental bite. His eyes shoot wide as it hits his tongue.

"Holy shit!" he mumbles around the mouthful. "That is the best burger I have ever fucking tasted!"

"Really? Can I try it?" Becky asks, holding out her hand.

Roger clutches it defensively. "Get your own!"

Becky rolls her eyes. "Fine. I wish for a cheeseburger."

The liquid in the vat doesn't respond.

Becky sighs. "You have the ring, so I guess it only works for you."

"Alright then," Roger says with a second mouthful, "I wish Becky had a cheeseburger too."

Once again, the liquid glows, bubbles, steams, then calms. And in her hand, Becky now holds a cheeseburger of her own.

She bites into it and lets out a moan which almost sounds orgasmic. "Holy fuck! That is the best anything I have ever tasted!"

They finish their burgers and sit together on one of the sofas in contented bliss.

"Okay, so I'm convinced that it works," Becky says. "What should we do with it next?"

"I already have something in mind," Roger says, getting up and walking back over to the machine. "If I asked to install an elevator in this place, would you have enough LP?"

The needle flicks into the red with a bzzt.

"Pfft, looks like you're gonna have to get your cardio in after all," Becky giggles.

Roger gives her a coy look. "Maybe not... we both know what we have to do to fill this thing up, after all."

Becky raises an eyebrow. "Really, Roger? Right after food?"

Roger shrugs and starts stripping out of his clothes. "Well, if you don't wanna join me, then let's hope that just one orgasm is enough to charge it."

Becky whines. "That's playing dirty, Roger Carmine."

Roger smirks and sits naked beside her on the sofa, slowly stroking his hardening shaft. Becky bites her lip as she locks eyes with it.

Roger leans his head back and closes his eyes, stroking faster as he reaches full mast. He lets out soft little grunts as he gives himself over to the smooth feelings of pleasure.

Becky bites her thumb and cups her breast through her dress. Warmth spreads throughout her body, making her skin tingle, and she pants softly.

She groans and pulls her dress off. "Fine! Let's just do this!"

Roger opens his eyes and grins lecherously. Not wasting any time, he pushes her onto her back and grabs her waistband, pulling her panties down and off her legs.

She reaches into her purse and quickly grabs a condom. He takes it from her and puts it on eagerly, before dropping forward and leaning over her.

She looks him in the eye seductively, spreading her legs slightly and lifting her ankles up onto his shoulders. She reaches down and guides his latex-covered tip towards her already-damp labia.

He pushes inside, groaning passionately as her warm insides envelop his dick. She moans softly, closing her eyes and massaging her breasts softly. She unclips and removes her bra, allowing her to grope her naked chest and pinch her nipples.

Roger starts thrusting at a steady pace. He leans further forward, using Becky's flexibility to its fullest to push her legs up into a mating press. She reaches up and pulls him down into a kiss, moaning into his mouth as he rams into her.

They fuck enthusiastically for a few minutes until Roger is distracted by a bloop sound. He looks up and sees a fresh batch of pink liquid pouring into the vat, raising the level by a few inches.

He looks back down at his wife, whose eyes are closed with rapturous pleasure. Roger smiles, realising the vat must be filling up from her orgasm. He stops holding himself back, speeding up on the final stretch to bring himself to climax.

He thrusts deep inside and grunts loudly, spurting his seed into latex barrier just millimetres away from her cervix. Once again, the vat bloops, and more pink liquid leaks into it from the connecting pipes.

He pulls back and leans into the couch, panting with satisfaction. Becky sits up and looks at him expectantly. "Aren't you going to finish me off?"

Roger raises an eyebrow coyly. "Oho, you want me to make you cum again?"

Becky huffs. "You haven't even made me cum once yet."

Roger gives her a confused look. "But..."

"No buts!" Becky insists. She grabs his head and pulls it down between her legs, pressing his lips against her lower ones. He tries to speak but is muffled by Becky's thighs, which close around him and hold him in place.

Seeing no other way out, Roger sticks out his tongue and starts licking. He traces around her labia with the tip, teasingly working his way up, before flicking it over her clit.

Becky moans and leans her head back. She gropes her chest with one hand, and places the other on the back of Roger's head, pressing his face more firmly into her.

Roger parts his lips and takes her clit into his mouth, sucking and gently nibbling on it. This is the last push she needs to tip her over the edge. Her hips raise off the couch as she spasms with orgasm, moaning loudly and passionately.

Her thighs stay tightly pressed against the sides of his head until she finishes cumming. Roger holds his breath, continuing to suck her clit and letting her ride the orgasm out, until she collapses back down onto the couch, panting exhaustedly.

Roger looks up at the vat. He wasn't able to hear whether it blooped or not, but it does look fuller. Not by much though, the level only looks slightly higher than it was when they had first entered. Sebastian must've held some crazy orgies in this place if he kept that thing filled.

As he looks on, another wave of liquid flows in from a pipe. This could be the LP for Becky's orgasm, or...

"Hey, Becky... you only came once, right?" Roger asks hesitantly.

"Huh? Yeah, why?"

Roger stands up, still staring at the vat. "Because I've seen that vat fill up three times while we've been in here."

Bloop.

Make that four. Roger gives Becky a concerned look, and her eyes widen as the penny starts to drop.

"There's someone else here!"