A return to thick, warm, sloshing reality.

"I'm coming," John grunted almost painfully, marveling at what might be the start of the first real test drive of his Masturbation skill. Vanessa pulled him out of her mouth and grinned as he cupped his hands in front of his own twitching cock. They both watched and moaned as he began to fill the makeshift receptable with jizz, him in plain orgasm and her in a different, sadistic capacity. She loved to control men... and watching him 'waste' his seed into his own hands left her shivering moreso than it had with any man before. The aphrodisiac fed this pleasure, multiplied it, and solidified John as the greatest lover she'd ever enjoyed... if only he were real, she thought idly. John looked over her, over what kind of life she thought he risked having, being under the heel of such a horrible woman... and realized how very close he was to letting her have her fun, to having her dump Frank just so he could be the next ****, to do with whatever she pleased. He thought about this precipice upon which his free will teetered after the wild half-hour she just gave him... and smiled.

"Why are you so happy?"

"Because, Vanessa," he sighed, focusing on the viscous fluid covering his fingers, "I'm the Gamer... and winning's only fun when it's close." The semen vanished from his hands. Vanessa's eyes widened... and a worried hand went to her stomach before drifting to just above her sex.

Acquisition successful.

But John didn't acquire anything... he simply put every drop of that massive load into Vanessa's inventory.

Her most intimate inventory.

Ring of hunter's delight: +1mp.

"Ugh..." She buckled and pressed both hands to her pubic mound, groaning at how... full she felt, but in a way she had never experienced before. "What..."

"I mean... I figured you wanted to get pregnant, right? Even though I removed this," he taunted, flashing her IUD from out of his inventory, "I know my sperm only have a slightly better chance to survive... so I figured I need to make them work faster... alot faster."

"How did you..." She finally looked past the IUD that this dream-nerd held, and finally started to care about this alleged lucid dream/nightmare, "Wait, what did you do, exactly?"

John stood over her, opening his quest log to wait for the inevitable. "Well I wasn't going to get enough near your eggs coming in through the 'front door', so... I teleported every drop of cum I had on me into your uterus."

"What... what?" A pause as she looked up at him with a confused, enraged furrow on her brow. "D... Did you say eggs?"

"Oh, right! Yeah, so... well I tried to make you ovulate and it worked too well so you... I guess we... are going to have twins."

She watched him, stunned... and then laughed, and giggled madly while small videos appeared on his quest log, unbidden but not unwelcome. There, in a strangely cartoonish animation of what must have been her eggs awash in his seed, were the two pink circles and thousands of animated sperm piling atop one another to try and penetrate them both. Small HP gauges appeared for each, along with fertilization chances, and like a vicious raid boss the cell walls combined with the copper in her system to slay sperm in droves.

But still the latter persisted.

4955/9000
91% chance

4956/9000
91% chance

Both had only barely gotten into the fallopian tubes, which had themselves been filled with seed, before they were already doomed to grow into his young. He was a bit terrified, but more amazed than anything else as each sperm perishing in the coppery Hell of her womb still managed to do damage that rapidly escalated. "You're going to be pregnant in about... I would say ten seconds, Vanessa. Do you want to tell me anything before you're a mother?"

"Like what, dork?" she laughed.

"You could..." Wait. It wasn't possible, right? She had to know... they'd gone to school for so many years, she kept pointing him out to mock him, so... she must... "You... you do know my name, right Vanessa?"

2985/9000
94% chance

2632/9000
95% chance

"Why would I bother remembering that?"

989/9000
98% chance

1003/9000
99% chance

Each egg had rapidly passed through the gauntlet of dying sperm, much faster than they should have... and now John realized his sperm were, by some bizarre mechanism, pushing each egg until they finally escaped the tubes... only to fall into the hordes waiting in the uterus proper. John smiled too wickedly to go unnoticed. "Well, then I guess this'll be something to help you remember me by."

0/9000
FERTILIZED

0/9000
FERTILIZED

Some unknowable ****, a strange, human instinct that triggered within a woman fertilized, worked its way through Vanessa... and her eyes turned to saucers as she finally realized this was no bluff.

Quest partially completed!
+sperm are immune to most anti-sperm contraceptives
+300% sperm lifespan

Achievement unlocked! "Knocked up"!
You've impregnated someone. Congratulations!
+2,000XP
+belt of the breeder

Achievement unlocked! "Copy of A"!
You've fertilized more than one ovum. How far will you go?
+1 to two different skills
+1,000XP

Achievement unlocked! "Copy of a copy of a"!
Your impregnated one woman with two or more children! I hope you're ready for this...
+1 to all stats
+1 to a random skill (Craft)

DING! You're level 9!
+15hp, +15mp
+5 stat points

Your style increased to level 7!

John marveled at the list while Vanessa started to pace, still hunched over until she finally reclined on the couch. He quickly reviewed his new magical item, and his eyes lit up as he read:

Magical item: belt of the breeder. +5 CHA. Women pregnant with your children increase your non-damage spell effects on them by 50%, and non-damage spells targeting them use 10% of their normal mana cost.

John, still lost in his lust, quickly put his pants back on only to get the belt on. Securing it, he took both of the free skill levels and shoved them into augment body and aphrodisiac. He sat back down, wearing nothing but his pants, and struggled to meditate through his building lust as he struggled to imagine what he could accomplish now. Vanessa, still worried, started to wander the house, still cradling her sloshing, sprinkling breasts until, once she was far enough away from John, they finally calmed down. This only hastened her search through the kitchen, the guest bathroom, the guest bedroom, and three times the looping staircase, eventually screaming her frustration at the bizarre furniture, portraits, and everything else about this crooked suburban Hell she found herself in. She was in the bedroom when her nipples grew tender and started to spray milk without simulation, and like a victim in a horror movie she immediately knew she was not alone here.

Acquisition successful.

She turned around and spotted John... though he was staring wide-eyed at her navel, or such was all she could tell. In truth, he was staring at his inventory... and at the new item there, purposefully targeted by his acquisition even while he thought it impossible.

Mundane item: fertilized ovum. This is the egg (lvl6) of Vanessa Hawthorne, fertilized by the sperm (lvl8) of John Newman. It will be a girl if re-implanted into a healthy uterus.

Did I... did I just give Vanessa an abortion? No, the ovum was alive and in stasis, trapped in his inventory and ready, perhaps to be implanted... though he now realized he needed to learn alot more before making assumptions on how that would work. But if he could implant them, and on other women, then the belt of the breeder... Holy... Holy shit. "You are so..." John sighed with relief... and closed the door behind him, while also letting the portal upstairs wink out of existence. Eager to maximize his mana pool for what he was plotting, he dumped every point into Intelligence... and realized too late that he had continued his journey towards that mysterious goal.

Achievement unlocked! "You can't think of me as you did in the beginning"!
You've achieved an Intelligence score of or above 50!
+????????? 3/7 Complete
You've learned Copycat!

New skill: Copycat lvl1, passive
Copycat: You can, at any time, give Copycat a sub-skill that is the equivalent of a skill or spell you witnessed within [skill lvl] rounds of the last time you witnessed it. The skill or spell's level cannot exceed that of Copycat, and you must be of the minimum level to acquire the skill. Using copied skills, not acquiring them, levels up Copycat. Upon copying a new skill, the first one copied is lost. Copycat begins play knowing a random basic spell.

Copycat: Magic bolt lvl1, 5mp
Magic bolt: 10 magic damage to one target within 20 feet.

Another impressively powerful skill... and still he couldn't care less right now. With the tunnel deactivated, he had his full mana bar to recharge, and that consumed his focus for now. He balanced using equilibrium and meditation to achieve this goal when she allowed it... which she seldom did, now that he had her trapped in the room.

"How long is this stupid dream going to last, asshole?"

"My name is John Newman."

"Who cares?!"

"You should... now that you're pregnant. You only have one right now, because I took away the other... I can take the second away too, if you behave."

"Fuck you, you're not even real! None of this-"

John sighed. "Look, Vanessa... I don't know that anything can fix how much of a bitch you've been to me, but-"

She slapped him across the face as hard as she could.

2 damage.

"... That's fair."

"Fuck you!"

So much for the belt's improvement on positive responses. His passive regen already ticked one of the damage points away, though in truth he was presently fifty points in the hole thanks to equilibrium. Whatever his irritation, however, he did his best to not express lust, or anger, or anything that could trigger the aphrodisiac already in effect... not yet. "You're not in a dream, Vanessa. I'm a... well, I guess I'm a mage, if that's easier to understand for you."

Vanessa threw herself back onto the bed, ignoring the way her new breasts jiggled and sprayed all over it. "I'm so fucking done with this... if I go to sleep in a dream, does that wake me up? I can't remember..." She laid there, eyes closed in faux sleep, for just the five last minutes John needed. He augmented her clitoris, once and then again for the crit, watching as it nearly doubled with the rest of its internal structure. He augmented her vaginal fluid production, leaving her cunt a drooling mess in her present condition and probably for the foreseeable future. Finally, he delivered one more crit after five attempts to increase her breasts yet again, with each nipple shooting a fresh blast of milk in the air as if in celebration. Coupled with the empowerment from the belt, she was left with ridiculous-looking double-G tits on an otherwise athletic cheerleader body.

"Fuck! What the Hell is this nightmare?!"

"Reality."

With the spells so heavily discounted, he was already recharged to full with equilibrium when he smiled and stalked over to join her on the bed. He mounted the bed as she sprung up to leave, and as he went to touch her drooling tit she slapped it reflexively. Unbeknownst to her was that he had cast a contact spell on that very hand...and dumped, with the boost of his new belt, with a reckless, horny abandon, the full weight of his available mana in a single casting of his new favorite spell.

Aphrodisiac applied! Target is now 26,625% more receptive to you.