Morning Check-Up

EXTRACTOR OF ECSTASY
Drive at least 1,000 people to orgasm within a day: COMPLETE. +2 DAILY GEMS AWARDED. 20 RETROACTIVE GEMS OBTAINED.
Drive at least 5,000 people to orgasm within a day: 1,913/5,000. +3 DAILY GEM AWARD.

MASTER OF PLEASURE
Cause 5,000 orgasms: COMPLETE. 50 GEMS AWARDED.
You have destroyed an achievement pillar!
You have earned 5 avatar gems!
You have earned the title: Master of Pleasure!

GEMS: 72/200

I chose to take my phone with me downstairs in hopes that it might warn me early on as to who was at the door--presuming it was a woman, 50/50 chance after all--but instead a barrage of notifications finds me, as well as a repeat of the animation that played the last time I “destroyed” an achievement category: the ivory pillar that once counted orgasms exploded to reveal yet another rod of metal, glittering with strange meaning until, as before, it radiates light to reveal the neighboring, once-hidden pillars.

JESTER OF HUMILIATION
Sexually embarrass or humiliate at least 10 people within a day: 9/10. 10-GEM AWARD.

FATHER OF MANY
Impregnate, or cause to be impregnated, 10 unique people: 9/10. +5 DAILY GEM AWARD.

Whoa... whoa wait... how? My girls—the ones I’ve dared to inseminate, at least—should all be on magical birth control! How are eight of them even-?!

And then it hits me: somewhere out there, people are getting so horned up on Sophia’s video that they’re engaging in unsafe sex and... well, the rest is biology. I feel like I should be more worried for that generation of accidents, but it’s not enough for me to give up Sophia’s customization… or the rewards I’m reaping with it. As if on cue, another notice appears over the pillars:

FATHER OF MANY
Impregnate, or cause to be impregnated, 10 unique people: COMPLETED. +5 DAILY GEMS AWARDED. 50 RETROACTIVE GEMS AWARDED.
Impregnate, or cause to be impregnated, 30 unique people: 10/30. +5 DAILY GEM AWARD.

JESTER OF HUMILIATION
Sexually embarrass or humiliate at least 10 people within a day: COMPLETED. 10 GEMS AWARDED.
Sexually embarrass/humiliate at least 20 people within a day: 11/20. 50-GEM AWARD.

… That was basically simultaneous, almost as if the same couple or group just managed to both humiliate and impregnate in a final thrust. Curious as I am about how that encounter went, I have the more pressing matter of the new title to check on.

TITLE: MASTER OF PLEASURE
All Custom Girls derive twice the arousal as normal from your touch, attention, or Custom Girl effects; the intensity and byproducts of their arousal and orgasms are safely doubled for all purposes.

I contemplate the line and read it twice to make sure. So if I have this multiplier, are all my other multipliers twice as potent? Hell, even my first title, which always leaves my Girls just a bit horny, should at least get them twice as wet while in range.

Hmm. Will they be able to function…? Well, if they can’t, I’ll just need to support them as best I can… which leads me to the Avatar screen to buy the most utilitarian perk on the list.

I slot in the title in and then swap to my Avatar features list. Unfortunately, I dont see any new options for myself save one:

MISC
Once per day, User can touch two Custom Girls at once to make them heavily attracted to one another for 24 hours: 15 a-gems.

Is that inspired by my little threesome this morning? I didn’t check the Avatar window today so I can’t say when it was it was added… in any case, that’s not what I’m purchasing today.

DAVID HAINES
Infernal Giglio (User earns real value in his preferred wealth medium for causing orgasms in Custom Girls within app range.)
TOTAL COST: 5 A-GEMS. OK?

I have to wonder what the thousands of orgasms for Ms. Lia would now count for; the app is stingy on details of exchange rates, but I should at least give it a shot and see if I can’t become the man of the house this way. What I was going to do for money, a career, and all those old needling worries is answered with five avatar gems to the best possible outcome:

I was going to tirelessly fuck my lovers for a living.

I purchase my new customization and wait… but no message comes up about back pay or anything like that. I’m actually surprised at that. I think to scroll to my bank account (money would be my “preferred wealth medium,” right?) but the knock at the door becomes more insistent. I finally check the app’s main menu as I continue down the stairs, and the closest Custom Girl appears to confirm who’s at the door.

Ivette is here... on time, too, as promised, except I had completely forgotten about our scheduled check-up. Getting buried in the two (now completely asleep) women upstairs was certainly distracting enough, so who could blame me? Thinking to the women who are or would be in this house, I check Ivette's options again and make some key, cheap additions:

IVETTE SINCLAIR
Long-Term Care (User can designate "long-term" care patients subject must treat as her patients no matter their location or health.)
Long-Term Care Patients (David Haines; 3 additional, unassigned patients)
D-Cup Breasts (Breasts increase to D-cup size.)
Night-Shift Tenure (She cannot be fired or moved from her night shift at the hospital.)
Have You Tried Rutting? (She'll encourage patients to have sex as a method of healing.)
Exposure Sensitivity (Her sensitivity increases based on how much of her skin is visible, with total nudity equating to twenty times sensitivity. Current Multiplier: 4x)
Stress-Fucker (Stress makes her prone to accepting sexual advances as a means of instant relief.)

GEMS: 117/200

Fifteen gems to ensure my family and Sophia are in medical care I can trust? A fair bargain. Moreover, a thought strikes me: once Ivette has her as a patient, Sophia would be under my watch in body, mind, and career thanks to two
medical Custom Girls and her debt… a debt that must have skyrocketed since she got here, as a quick swap to her screen will show-

SOPHIA LIA ORGASM DEBTS: David Haines (4,014), Alice Haines (149)

... huh, I suppose my sister is good enough to take some credit despite all my setup. Still, my number ultimately went up by more... and Alice would have to work long and hard to surpass me before Sophia would listen to her first.

My thoughts turn from my exhausted women upstairs to the exhausted woman at my front door. I open it carefully, hiding my body behind the door as I peer out.

In the morning sunlight, that alabaster hair and skin almost glows, and—but for the bags under her eyes and the scowl on her lips—one might be tempted to call the image angelic. Per the app feature list, she’s currently four times as sensitive just with her forearms, head, and neck showing; the rest is sheathed in slip-ons and scrubs, the leggings of which bear a mysterious stain. Despite her new features, I get the feeling that discoloration came from nothing sexy.

She sighs her words as she walks in without asking. “Two patients coded in the last hour of my shift. You better be in good fucking health.”

“I sure am,” I beam back as I close the door, revealing only to her that I’m still stark-ass naked. She glances down briefly at my glistening hard-on before returning her gaze to our surroundings. I was kind of hoping for a reaction. Awkwardly I add, “Upstairs would be best for-”

“Work first, I want to finish this shift already,” she tersely orders. She rubs her neck with some obvious discomfort as her eyes keep flicking up and down my body. “Your offer stands.” She wasn’t asking.

“Of course. But Alice Haines and Sophia Lia are your patients too, and they’re upstairs. My mom, Eliza Haines, is also your patient but isn’t here yet.” Ivette’s eyes roll as I report and configure her new duties. “Let’s get you out of those scrubs first; they’re dirty.”

“What’re you-? Oh, Jesus,” Ivette groans as she spots the rather obvious blotch, “my driving coffee must’ve spilled when I wasn’t looking…”

“Driving… coffee?”

“Yeah… so I don’t fall asleep while driving?” She stares at me with an expectation that, of course, I would understand.

“How much coffee do you…?” Not a sexy topic, Dave. Focus. “… do you need to spend the next few hours with me?”

“I’m not going to? This is a quickie just to get by; I have to be up and working in 11 hours.”

That’s a real shame, Ivette, given my intentions. But I don’t mention that just yet. Instead I lead her upstairs so we can discuss the checkups, and soon she’s walking me through some basic information she records on her phone. We don’t have charts, and the other two are quickly checked out while sleeping soundly, neither stirring to wake at the touch of Ivette’s grip on their wrist or neck as she checks their vitals.

Watching her work is almost a magical transformation: despite her perpetual exhaustion, Ivette springs into this action with a sudden acuity and animation that hides her exhaustion. Her duties at the hospital apparently bring something out of her, probably the thing that made her work such abysmal hours even before my app came along.

“I have to bring equipment in for next time, I can’t keep three ad hoc charts going like this…”

As she rounds over to me at last, she touches my wrist… and a hesitant squeeze follows. Her face twitches. It’s momentary, and it’s gone by the time I realize it was there, but touching my skin was apparently enough to cause… something. A rosiness is in her cheeks that I didn’t notice until now, when she’s just a lean away from a kiss. As she records my pulse, her breathing becomes shallow; her nipples, no longer trapped in a bra, tent her scrubs; and though the room reeks of sex, now is the first time I see any sign of arousal out of my home-visit doctor.

It dawns on me that my title means her sensitivity right now was actually eight times higher, not the four her perk grants, and my presence has been making her horny since she got in range. She’s been hiding it well until now as she holds the object of her arousal in her fingers.

“Alright, that’s good enough,” she hastily mutters as she fishes into her pocket, “now get this on. You have a room?”

A golden condom wrapper hits my chest before my hands scramble to catch it. “T-This one?”

“I’m not going to do this in front of other patients.”

“How about the shower there? We’ll close the door too.” The wrinkle of her nose makes her disdain with my suggestion clear, but she does give the open bathroom door a long look. I seal the deal by going in first and working on the tough little condom wrapper in my hands. Ivette begrudgingly follows and closes and locks the door behind her, sealing us in the chamber still moist with the steam of my last escapade in here. “Get those scrubs off, huh?”

“You’re… really going to make me undress? For a quickie?”

“I’m not quick.” A modest lie.

Again she only barely obeys… and so I watch, condom wrapper wrinkled in my fingers, as I wait for the sexy silhouette the Custom Girls app showed me back at the diner. Ivette grips her scrubs and pulls them up and off her torso, revealing… a beautiful albino in woeful, malnourished decline.

Her skin was the uniform pale all across her body on a form impervious to tan lines, but that skin was taut against her bones in many places. As she raises her thin arms to lift her top, the only full, plump part of her are the breasts the app gave her, each topped with a fat, pale pink nipple and small areola against the shock-white flesh. But beneath these ample breasts were countable ribs, an emaciated stomach, and a pelvis bone that hinted up from the more ample flesh of her legs. The curve of her body in that simplified CG outline is there, from pendulous breasts to feminine hips… but the details between are almost ghastly.

She hooks her thumbs into the rim of her pants and pulls them down while stepping out of slip-ons, completing her nudity and revealing muscular legs leading up to thighs and hips that are too full and healthily shaped when put beneath her torso. An unkempt puff of white pubic hair, and legs dotted with tiny, prickly hairs of an old shave, complete the warning about this woman: she isn’t taking care of herself.

“Burning the candle at both ends.” The words don’t leave my lips, but I mouth them as I struggle to recall where I might’ve heard them. But that’s my guess, given Ivette’s coffee-powered lifestyle. She stares at the condom still in my hand until I realize I still haven’t opened it. Her breaths are shallow as she stands there… at 20 times sensitivity, thanks to her nudity- no, 40 now with my new title.

“Put it on already.”