Post nut inventory check

After a marathon session of sex that would have killed a porn studio with exhaustion, Melissa and you had finally worked the edge of. You now lay wrapped around her in her half elf form your lower hands gently cupping her upper breasts as you used your upper pair to cushion her head while gently stroking her stomach that now had a noticeable bulge from your cock. Melissa was gently purring as she enjoyed the most recent post fuck buzz. “Mhhhh, Magnus. I will never criticize your old abilities but, damn that was good. We probably lost a week to screwing, totally worth it.” You had to softly chuckle as you nuzzled her hair enjoying the clean sex sweat and the wonderful shift the massive pleasure chemical dump had on her sent. “Good news on that front, I had a run in with a Random Omnipotent Bitch, her words, and got some neat tricks.”

Melissa twitches in surprise “a ROB? Is that anything like the Random Omnipotent Being? He was… well what he gave me helped when I was getting my second power up.” “You met that ROB as well? Hu, guy was a bit of… ok he wasn’t bad just seemed more interested in showing of how much he could fuck over doing his job. As to female ROB, goes buy Felicia, eh sort of. We met after and I think you are going to like her. Though maybe we should catch each other up on what we took in our respective character creations.”

The two of you then go over your character builds. As both of you are seasoned ttrpg players you can both appreciate each others build. You are duly impressed with Melissa’s build and the two of you take a moment to feel out how your respective powers have combined. Unfortunately, you don’t have anything as convenient as a visible character sheet. However, you are able to intuit what your powers are doing on an instinctive level. An interesting reaction is how Melissas Pure land ability had combined with your pocket dimension creation magic. The effect had acted to stabilize and empower the pocket. Now rather than a temporary realm dependent on you to exist you have a self-sustaining world that seems to me developing new properties. It was actually rather fascinating how the abilities had meshed and combined. The downside was you were effectively stuck with this world as you could no longer collapse it and remake it with your spell. The good news was you had a greatly expanded ability to open connections between this world and Elderia.

Then you both get a very pleasant surprise. Melissas pack of holding, you both were surprised to put it mildly. Your DM had gotten tired of tracking who had what and where each piece of gear was so when Meliss had volunteered to act as the groups quartermaster, he had allowed her to have this special piece of kit. It consisted of one central pack and a dozen connected pouches that acted as access points. The storage space of the pack was ludicrous, having a capacity on par with some of the largest wear houses in your old world. Top it of with a spirit of organization feature (a spreadsheet auto categorizing and sorting function) and it had made everyone’s life easier. Now you may have just been handed the most broken support equipment possible.

You curled up into a sitting position with Malissa staying almost glued to your front as you both began to sort through the pack. You remembered your group had just been stocking up for a major operation in the campaign that was transitioning into the Epic level range. “Oh, please tell me she is in there!” You were suddenly very excited. You quickly filtered through the index of the bag, then you saw it. A set of ship bottles, magical storage containers specifically designed to hold the massive spelljammers your group had designed and made. You gently lift out the largest of the set. There she sits in your hand, a leviathan of magical engineering, creative design, and fictitious metallurgy. Inlayed spell matrices and the resurrected mind of a minor war goddess who your group saved from a pitfiends torture chamber who then willingly became the animating force of your new ship. “I never thought we would get to actually see her.” Your lower arms hold your wife close as your upper hands hold the large bottle. “How did that Geni create our ship so accurately?” “I don’t think she did. At least not in the traditional sense.” You look away from the bottle as Melissas delicate fingers gently tracing patterns on its surface. “Oh? You have a theory I take it?” “Yes, so with how I told you how she copied my character sheet to empower me? Well, I think rather than creating the power up from scratch she instead shifted through all the possible realities to find one where my character was real then copy paste and tada instant power up.” “That opens up some interesting possibilities.” “Doesn’t it just. Let’s keep looking see if anything else broken is in here.” With the ship bottles safely stowed away again you resumed looking through the bag. There were a few moments of “when did we get that” “what is this doing here” and “oh ya I was wondering where that went” over the next half hour or so. Inside your magical wear-house you had enough supplies to jump start a kingdom in a magical space faring setting.

Then you found a surprise in the misilanious items. Several dozen playing cards. As you pulled them out you couldn’t help but notice they bore a striking resemblance to a famous card game from your youth. Flipping over the first one you froze as on the front was a note. We hade a few new pirks come out and you qualified for these. Should be useful for keeping your slaves in line. We preloaded your purchases into here and your lovely wife’s as well and slipped them in here. Have fun. You shivered remembering that sentient darkness where you had gotten your mind controlling powers you were rather uncomfortable to use.

“Honey, what are these? Oh, this one is mine!” You glance to the card she is holding to find a depiction of two young women in poro made costumes curtsying to the viewer. One has the look of Japanese ancestry with long flowing black hair so dark it looks to have natural blue highlights. Her face has the classic features of the island peoples upper class with the refined features and flawless skin. Her curves are… substantial though not unreasonable. The other woman is clearly of European decent with long golden blond hair and an interesting blend of features that likely indicated a Scandinavian heritage. Combined the two were striking and arousing. Then you remember “The fuckmaid perk from ROB?” “Looks like it. I think they are just in here for safe keeping. Hu, there is a little description here. It says they are fully self aware flesh golems rescued from destruction after a mad scientist was defeated. They were treated well and are not resentful about there circumstances they semply want a kind master or mistress to serve and care for. While sterile they are capable of acting as surrogates wombs and can perform a transferal ritual, their bodies being incredibly tough and able to bear the strain of pregnancy with little to no effort.” You look to your wife with a lecherous grin “Wanted some girls of your own to go along with Roxan?” “Hey you I do not want to hear it after that harem you have out there ready to pound into dripping messes.” Your chuckle is transformed into a grown as her core flexes around the thick rod of your dick in a milking pulse. Your responding pulse and surge almost throws the card out of her hand. “Ohhhhh, ok, don’t do that while holding things” you pant having almost dropped the deck. As you both settle back down you quickly flick through the remainder of the cards finding almost all to be empty until you get to the last five.

In the excitement of everything that had happened sense you had almost completely forgotten about the people you had purchased from the mind controlling lovecraftian space. Flipping the cards out you looked through them.

Gwedillth Everglade. She was the last remaining member of her species from a fallen universe. Perpetually depressed the high elf princess was locked in a form of magical stasis. Her description painted a picture of clinical depression and high suicidal tendencies. Having watched her entire universe overrun by a demonic hoard then selling herself to an eldritch mind control monstrosity to destroy what was left, her mental state was understandable. Melissa was looking at the card of the young woman. “Oh the poor thing, and that monster just tried to make her feel, ok? And couldn’t understand why she didn’t? Please tell me she was the only one in need of saving?” Melissas now deep emerald, green eyes are full of concern for the elf woman, pride that you chose to rescue her and anger at how flippantly the monster you had received your mindslaver powers from had treated this tormented soul. “Fortunately, she was the only one in such a sorry condition. I think we can work with her and rehabilitate her in this world. Also, maybe not staring down the barrel of being the last of her kind will be helpful. I think with all the breeder and offspring manipulation powers I got we can help her repopulate her bloodline without diluting it totally or inbreeding into week mutation, disease ridden travesties.” “And in the meantime, I can assign her to you as a handmaiden, so she doesn’t feel she is just a burden.”

You then pull up the next card. Fukawa Miyo, she was that gifted hyper competent prodigy that unfortunately didn’t have the strength of character to hold up under the pressures that her family, friends and society placed on her. As a result she just wanted someone to take all the responsibilities away and make her something else. “The poor dear,” Melissa murmured reaching out to stroke Milo’s picture. The image of a barely legal school girl in a sports jersey with died red hair and a look that begged for someone to just take her away. “I think she will enjoy the Conditioned enslavement so she can feel her brain being rewired to just be relaxed and blank. Not any lesser but just fuzzy. She can spend her time being a part of the harem and just relaxing for a while. When that gets old we’ll find something for her to do. Looking at how smart and physically capable she is we will see if she has any capacity with magic, management or politics. I don’t want a collection of brain-dead toys I want a core cadre of capable and utterly loyal people.” You declare as you flip to the next card.

Alexandra Achibald, A submissive girl who just wanted to be treasured and kept safe by a beloved master, born into a hyper matriarchal system as a princess. “Think we can just fold her in with the Fuck Maids?” “Maybe, really I think you marking her as your personal made and having her learn from them is the better option. Not sure how competent she is but I immagen she is eager to learn. Plus she may enjoy the ‘training and conditioning’ of becoming a good sex maid rather than just wam you’re a maid I fuck now.” “Good point.”

Jamie Smith, ah the obligatory femboy who wants to be a girl. A little tropish but hey why not. “Didn’t think you would want any sausage on your plate?” Your wife is now looking at you in confusion. “While I do not kink shame, no I’m not really interested in femboys. Though he really does look like a girl doesn’t he?” Finally deciding to give your wife a show you activate your Flesh sculptor ability and begin to work on the gender dysphoric boy. Through the card you can feel that he does actually suffers from the condition. A bit of work and their penis inverts into a tight virginal pussy with a puffy little vulva. Drawing up into their body, the testicles become ovaries. “Interesting.” You can feel that your magic is going beyond just the physical. The now girl is actually having her DNA changed, the Y chromosomes being replaced with X. You then proceed to adjust their hips, sponging out to a broad set of child bearing hips. Her shoulders gently shift and her face finishes sculpting into that of a woman’s. Her voice box shifts and reshapes to that of a girls. And you decide to lengthen her hair out growing it down to her but. You are tempted to load her up with a massive set of tits each bigger than her head, but, reason prevails and you instead give her a perky set of Ds with some very sensitive nips. “Oh she will be so fun to play with.” You have to agree. Hopefully she wont mind spending the rest of her life as one of your sex maids. You had to admit that the adorable little girl was going to be part of your hord and once in there was no out of a dragons hord.

And now the last one, Marie Williams. “Want to make her your first project?” “Hhhuuu, really? Your going to pawn a little brat with discipline issues who will need a firm hand, inforced discipline, and strong positive/ negative reinforcement as the mind control magic slowly and steadily helps train her into a good, obedient, little toy?” “Honey, you do know I can feel you heating up around my dick right?” “Push, well I get first dibs making her pop out some babies, make sure all their ovaries are on lock. We wont be waisting a single egg on a useless period. Every one of them belongs to us and will be a healthy baby sooner or latter. And they can get practice with some of mine until they are ready.” “You really have baby fever?” “I had to waist so many eggs we could have raised as beautiful children in our old world just because my stupid body couldn’t hold them? No, every egg of every one of these girls is yours through their agreement and they will not go to waist.” You have to stop and put the cards down and hold Melissa as she begins to shake and cry.

You remember back to the long nights after the first miss carriage and the doctors telling you that do to complications your wife will be unable to safely carry a child. It had very nearly broken her. All her life she had wanted to be a mother, to hold and nurture your children. To thin be told that she couldn’t had been… utterly devastating. Several times when she was on her period she had broken down for the child that could have been. Unfortunately, even together, you hadn’t been able to afford surrogacy even with several of your girls offering to carry for you. Now though. “Honey, do you want to get that baby you always wanted started?”