Breed Him

The thought of making Jason your breeding bitch is just to delicious to pass up. You slip the ring off and quickly make yourself presentable, carefully tweaking your jeans so as not to show your hard on. A quick note on the whiteboard to let your room mate know you're off to the gas station and you might be a while. There's always the chance Jason wont be working today, and you may have to stake the place out to figure out when he'll be in.

You decided to walk to the gas station in order to plan and to read the manual that came with your BCR. You had chosen the Reactionary version, not really understanding the difference (you had hoped, but never believed, this would really work) and your more then happy with it. After all, where would the fun be if he didn't know it was happening? The BCR also does a lot more then let you throw your genitals about and knock up guys. Implant suggestions? Adjust the length and effects of the pregnancy? Make anyone you choose want to play with your cock? It would be beyond belief if you didn't know already what the BCR is capable of.

It's not long before the gas station comes in sight, and you slip the booklet into your jacket pocket. Through the glass of the convince store at the center of the rows of pumps, you can see Jason Beker, leaning on the counter, and looking out over an empty store, clearly bored out of his skull. Jackpot.

Now, the first major decision of this plan. Do you go into the store and get a front row seat, or enjoy wrecking Jason remotely?