[Stub] The Invention of Lying

[NOTE: This branch is going to be a stub that is left undeveloped until and unless someone takes it over or I come back to it.]

Patty’s right… maybe stubbornly so but still right. I shouldn’t be eager to add more Custom Girls to get the last pregnancies I need; I should use those I already have, and their **** consent will take care of the rest. But on the hotkey... I mean sure, they'd be compelled to fuck... then what? Unless I put 100 gems on each, they can still turn around and try to report their **** consent to the law, and there nothing stopping them from denying they ever consented at all. To the tune of an annoyed grumble from behind me, I refund Silver Tongue to give me 65 avatar gems... and make my choices.

DAVID HAINES
Golden Tongue (Custom Girls will believe what the User says regardless of how impossible it is, even if it contradicts what he said earlier.)
Total Recall (User can perfectly recall any memory of sex and relive it in his mind and body.)
Cunning Tongue (User's oral sex on others causes thrice as much pleasure as it normally would.)
Allocating 65 Avatar Gems. OK?

I lock my new features in... and I can't help but want to try out Total Recall immediately. Let me think back... hmm, maybe the therapy session with Sophia? That was somewhat long enough ago-

“I'm coming,” is all I can manage to grunt as I hold her in place, feeling her sullied pocket grip me tight. I grip her nipples and twist them, making her back arch as she howls her mixture of misery and bliss. Her hungry snatch milks me with her first orgasm since we hit the road, and soon the effects of my "ointment" take hold: the gentle teasing at her entrance was already overloading, but as my cum fills the nooks and crannies of her, all the gentle, sensitive lining of her pussy becomes a firebrand in her nervous system-

“_F-Fuck-!” I grunt as my cock spasms in my pants back in the current timeline. Startled, still coming down from my climax, I look around in shock. I was... I was just there. I was in the room, I felt Sophia in my arms, I... I felt myself coming inside her, and... and... holy... holy shit, that was... scary. Patty hugs me tighter, concern painted on her face until I give her a reassuring pat.

“Are you… OK?”

“I... yeah... just tried the memory thing, and, holy shit...” Will accidentally thinking about sex now throw me into a relived memory like that? Fuck, don't think about the orgy-! Fuck, I'm thinking about the orgy-!

...

... But nothing happens. Thankful, I open a single eye and verify I'm still in the study, a growing coldness enveloping my crotch as my wasted semen cools. Hoo.... hoookay. So I need to... want to use Total Recall, then. That's... a relief. A neat power, for sure, but with my curiosity satisfied I think I can go ahead and refund it tomorrow.

I move on to consider the other two perks. I'll test my newfound power of cunninlingus when next I have the chance; that leaves Golden Tongue, but Patricia's so eager to please that I can’t trust her results. So who to lie to, first? Who to fool into letting me impregnate them? Let's consider them.

Who’s on the maybe list? Wendy Peppernickel. It hasn’t been nearly long enough to eliminate the possibility that she got knocked up this morning, my seed still creeping around her womb from that night I had with her. My seed would find all the eggs populating her as they did every other once-protected Girl. There’s also the fact that she’ll never enjoy having sex beyond thinking she’s helping an alien… and I’m not eager to go through that again. Then there's Mom, who’s now extra fertile and went on a business trip with all my horny modifications. The realization that she might get pregnant abroad is a weight in my gut I struggle to ignore. But if she didn’t get pregnant before coming back... well, I’d have to revisit getting her pregnant when she comes back.

Huh. I don't even hesitate to think about doing it…

That leaves everyone on the (very short) no-creampie list, none of whom have the Gem Health Program anyways: Catherine “the Bulldog” Hatts, Sarah Santiago and her mom, Rebecca Parker (who’s already pregnant with her husband’s kids, and will stay that way if I've anything to say about it), Donna Chen, Nita Perez, that one writer girl from the diner, and… Ms. Fondle herself.

The Santiagos are at the top of my list, and Donna's my best third. Nita's a mystery but she's as close to a four as I've got; I'm not eager to lay with Hatts, Parker's a waste, and God help me if it comes down to shagging that last ancient creature.

This leaves me in a bad spot: how do I get the last nine new babies in just three or four women? And what if fifty still isn't enough for the title? What if I need 75 or 100 afterwards? There are so many possible complications...

... but I have my best candidates, and enough gems to guarantee fertility.

I explain my potential roster to Patty who nods as I go. “You also have my other sisters, the ones who should be in town today or tomorrow.”

Crap, I forgot I had yet more Matheus to program. Suddenly this gem surplus doesn't seem too strong... and as if on cue, the app perks up with a notification:

FATHER OF MANY
Impregnate, or cause to be impregnated, 500 unique people: COMPLETE! +10 DAILY GEMS AWARDED. 130 RETROACTIVE GEMS AWARDED.
Impregnate, or cause to be impregnated, 1,000 unique people: 501/1,000. +10 DAILY GEM AWARD.

GEMS: 597/300

... Alright, fine, I don't have a gem problem. This is enough to make ten girls fertile with gems to spare...

... but Fondle’s power really should be taken advantage of, though. Damn, lots of hen houses to visit today, and it’s already afternoon!