Matt's sister is immune?

The realization that his younger sister was being exploited by a horrendous individual filled him with terror, especially with the plethora of distressing news on television concerning victims of AGS. A horrifying image of someone commanding his sister to engage in sexual acts drove him to a state of panic. One large member penetrating from behind while another aggressively assaults the main entrance, and her head sways violently as someone’s organ invades the depths of her throat without any consideration for her injuries. Naturally, he is particularly worried that someone might compel his sister to embrace the risk of conception. Matt is indifferent to others who exploit AGS for their own gratification, but when it comes to his family, that is something he will never accept. In truth, he wished to be the sole individual taking advantage of his family.

Matt dialed his sister's number and said, "Hey Emily, how's everything in Amsterdam?"

"Big bro, you never call unless you need something. Spit it out, what is it this time?" Emily asked sharply, her impatience evident.

Matt aimed to avoid raising his sister's suspicions and responded in a casual manner, "Well, I'm just calling to check on you. I saw the news on television about some individuals taking advantage of girls with AGS. Um... you’re not affected, are you?"

"I appreciate your concern for my well-being, big bro. Fortunately, I’m not affected," Emily replied reassuringly, but then inquired, "I’m more worried about our mother. Does she have it?"

Matt chose to partially reveal the truth to avoid unnecessary suspicion.

"Yes, mom has AGS, but she’s managing well. I have been taking care of her since you left," Matt said, but he needed to ensure his sister was not infected with the virus. "I really miss you, Emily. When you come back home, can I have a kiss on the lips? I mean, you miss me too, so that’s fine... right?"

"Thank you for being honest with me about Mom having AGS. If you hadn't told me, I might have doubted you. I certainly miss you, but asking me to kiss you is quite off-putting, Matt. Seriously, please stop being irritating and find yourself a girlfriend!"

Emily's recent outburst was intimidating to him, yet he remained composed.

"Calm down, Emily, you're being overly dramatic. I was merely testing to see if you have AGS. It's not as if I desire you to kiss me," Matt defended himself, although his thoughts were quite different, "Mother is pregnant with my children. Once I am done with you, you will be my promiscuous girlfriend who relishes kissing my penis."

"Big brother, you could have given me a heads-up first. Now I have an unsettling image stuck in my mind. Ughh... why do you have to complicate things? Anyway, the bus is about to take another detour through the city, and I need to leave," Emily stated while blowing a kiss through the phone, "Muah! Love you dearly, and please look after our mother. I will return home in three months."

Emily remained somewhat doubtful and inquired, "By the way, please refrain from doing anything foolish. Like making mom dance naked in public, or worse, deceiving her into having sex with you and unintentionally getting her pregnant. I've heard many alarming stories about people who have power over others. I trust you are better than that, big brother."

Matt chuckled softly to himself, aware of how accurate her assumption was, yet he recognized the truth in his sister's words. Individuals often exploit victims with AGS. Nevertheless, Matt is indifferent. He is infatuated with both his mother and sister, but he would never allow anyone to take advantage of them. However, he has a nagging feeling that something is amiss with his sister.

Emily ended the call, and an African man smiled at her compliance.

"Outstanding performance, slut. Your brother did not suspect anything out of the ordinary. You are a sexually active young woman. You understand what you need to do, correct?"

Emily discarded the robe and responded, "Yes, I will engage in sexual intercourse with you."

The man penetrated Emily's womb, but she turned her gaze away in shame.

"Oh my God, please withdraw," Emily expressed as her body trembled with anxiety.

The man chuckled at her terrified demeanor and utilized the AGS, "You are an easily aroused individual who relishes the idea of becoming pregnant. Therefore, there is no need for concern."

The AGS altered the man's directives, shifting her personality.

"You are correct, sir. Feeling pleasure is paramount. However, I never envisioned that someone like you would be the father of my first child," Emily remarked as her virginity quivered in anticipation of his potent essence.

"Oh my God, yes!!! I desperately want your sperm to fertilize my eggs... baby," Emily whimpered with eagerness, "I hope our child inherits your features."

"Let’s cast aside all caution," the man declared as he set a bottle down on the counter, "I need you to consume the whole bottle," he chuckled, "One pill should release at least a dozen ova."

"Oh god no!!! That’s far too many!!!" Emily snapped momentarily, breaking free from the AGS influence out of self-preservation, frantically trying to escape, "You’re putting my life in danger!!"

The man sneered with sadistic pleasure as he restrained her, using the AGS once more to amplify its grip.

"You thrive on all kinds of risks," he taunted, his sneer deepening as he activated the AGS again, "So, having these kinds of thoughts shouldn’t bother you."

"You’re right, I do love risks," Emily admitted, then defiantly opened the bottle, declaring, "To hell with it, I’m just a foolish slut anyway."

As she emptied the bottle, she leaned in closer, purring, "Is there anything else you desire?"

"Can you empty out a few more bottles?" the man asked with sadistic delight, and Emily nervously responded, "I’m not sure about this."

The man knew that the AGS couldn’t fully compel someone to harm themselves, but there was a loophole—the more he pressed, the stronger the influence became.

"Come on, it’ll be thrilling," the dark-clad man urged as he released Emily from her restraints.

"Oh god," Emily gasped, yet the AGS virus clouded her judgment as she moved toward the cabinet, "I’m going to regret this in a month."

After Emily swallowed the final pill, the man forcefully pushed her onto the bed and immediately drove his cock deep into her womb, penetrating her with an aggressive fervor, showing no remorse whatsoever. As his prostrate urged him to release his seed, her eyes widened in terror at the grim reality of her situation.

The man had previously used AGS on other victims and realized that simple influence was insufficient; compelling the victim to promise an ordeal proved to be far more effective. Naturally, he could manipulate Emily’s emotions with AGS, but that lacked the exhilarating thrill he desired.

"Can you promise to experience complications within a month?" the man asked, a sadistic grin spreading across his face.

Emily felt the instinct to resist, yet her mind had already been dulled by too many influences.

"I don't..." Emily attempted to fight back, but the AGS swiftly crushed her final shred of defiance, "I promise to have complications within a month."

With that vow, Emily had sealed her own fate, but it still wasn’t enough for the man.

"Instead of taking risks," the man said with a playful smirk, and Emily interjected, "Let me guess, you want the pregnancy to be so large it could threaten my life?"

"Exactly, can you promise me that?" The man probed, testing the boundaries of the AGS, but to his astonishment, Emily agreed without hesitation.

He never expected her promise to be so potent and decided to push further by making her swear to have complications as soon as possible. Unfortunately, the AGS only influenced the mind, not the body.

"I don't think it's realistic to have complications in under a week," Emily remarked, but then her gaze fell on the empty bottles strewn across the floor, "Actually, it might just be possible."

The man purchased yet another box brimming with fertility pills, and Emily vowed to have everything organized by tomorrow. With that promise echoing in her mind, she found it nearly impossible to resist the allure of the pills, despite feeling unwell. In that moment, Emily sensed the **** had stimulated her ovaries to release a copious amount of ova for fertilization.

"This is so dangerous," Emily nervously exclaimed, her body trembling from the man depositing his potent seed within her womb.

"That was fun," the man chuckled playfully, but then leaned in to whisper a request that sent Emily into a frantic panic, "You want me to suppress my subconscious so you can manipulate my body like a puppet?"

"Yeah," the man replied nonchalantly, and Emily dashed toward the exit in a bid to escape, yet the promise she made compelled her to let danger take precedence over her resistance.

Emily stared blankly ahead as she uttered, "My subconscious has been sealed. Is there any task you wish to fulfill?"

The man wickedly grinned while whispering another request, to which Emily responded, "It’s unlikely I’ll achieve a significant pregnancy by tomorrow. However, I might be able to manipulate my ovulation cycle..."

"What are the chances of it happening tomorrow?" the man inquired with a sadistic grin, and Emily hesitated for a brief moment before answering, "With the intake of fertility pills and manipulating my ovulation cycle, the probability stands at about sixty percent. However, I could make adjustments to ensure complications arise. Do you prefer a percentage probability or absolute certainty?"

"I’ll let you decide," the man said, though it was merely an illusion of choice, as the promise he made her played a crucial role in her fate.

"Looks like you’ve made a decision," the man laughed sadistically while watching Emily’s stomach swell rapidly.

"My stomach will rupture on schedule," Emily reassured, but her sealed subconscious screamed, "Someone save me!!!"

Emily doesn't have much hope unless someone arrives in time to use the AGS to reverse the promise. Unfortunately, her family is far away and she doesn't have much friends to rely on. Especially when the man instructed her never to get an abortion or seek help.

The man can sense Emily’s sealed subconscious is struggling by the way her body is shaking from anxiety and decided to do one last experiment with the AGS.

"Can the promise be permanent?" The man asked out of curiosity and Emily replied, "Yes, promise can be permanent. However, you wont be able to bypass the promise later on."

"I don't care," The man said without consideration and Emily announced "All options are available."

"Can you prioritize ****?" the man inquired with a sinister smile, to which Emily responded, "Indeed, I can prioritize it, but I will require an hour to make the necessary arrangements."

An hour later, Emily completed the adjustments and then cautioned, "This is your final opportunity to cancel the adjustments. If I do not receive a response, the pregnancy will commence without any limitations, and the likelihood of my demise is absolute."

"Can you set it to activate on a random day, although tomorrow has the highest probability?" the man asked with a playful grin, and Emily replied, "Yes, I can prioritize tomorrow. If by some miracle nothing occurs tomorrow, the activation will select a random day."

"What level of priority does tomorrow hold?" the man asked with a sadistic sneer, and Emily informed him, "Any percentage above fifty will trigger the pregnancy to develop rapidly. Naturally, lower percentages will be skipped multiple times."

"In other words, it’s nearly certain?" the man inquired with a cunning smile, and Emily confirmed, "Yes, it’s akin to disabling the lower percentage to favor a higher one."

"How many skips are there?" the man asked out of curiosity, and Emily explained, "The default is set at ten skips. However, you can increase this number to enhance the probability of activation."

"Can it be a million?" the man asked eagerly, and Emily warned him about the implications, "What you are requesting would only provide me with a negligible chance of survival."

Emily observed the man’s cruel expression and stated, "If your intention is not to provide me with much hope, I will proceed with the arrangements."

Once Emily completed the arrangements, her body twitched frantically in response, each twitch indicating an activation for tomorrow.

"Do you wish to know the results?" Emily asked, and the man smiled broadly as he replied, "Certainly, what are the results?"

"Sure," The man simply replied gleefully.

"The percentage below fifty had been skipped a million times," Emily stated, then paused briefly to consider before continuing, "Fifty to seventy percent was successful three hundred thousand times. Sixty to eighty percent achieved success two hundred thousand times. Eighty to ninety percent was successful one hundred thousand times. Finally, it reached one hundred percent eighty thousand times. Are the results satisfactory?"

"The outcome was remarkable, but how does it impact conception?" the man inquired with curiosity, to which Emily explained, "The higher the percentage, the more each ovum divides into cells. For instance, fifty to seventy percent can result in twins or triplets, while eighty to ninety percent can lead to octuplets. However, one hundred percent allows for any number of selections."

"What is the maximum number of embryos?" the man asked, intrigued, and Emily responded, "One hundred percent has no restrictions."

"Can you prepare to create as many embryos as possible and then activate development tomorrow?" the man asked with a sinister grin, and Emily replied, "I will prepare for conception accordingly."

The man's eyes widened as he witnessed Emily's stomach dramatically inflating, and he exclaimed, "Damn, you look ready to give birth, and that’s just from embryos?"

"I am starting to lose sustainability," Emily remarked while trying to extend the situation. "At this rate, my stomach might rupture before development occurs tomorrow. Do you wish to halt the activities or continue?"

"Let’s continue, but if something dire happens in a few minutes, will you permit it?" the man asked maniacally, and Emily, influenced by AGS, replied, "Yes, I will permit any incidents."

Emily attempted to prolong the situation, but the man cunningly made several requests simultaneously to ensure compliance, and the final request eliminated the remaining barrier.

"It seems your stomach is nearing the final stretch," the man said while gleefully observing the results, and Emily informed him, "Your analysis is correct."

"Can you permanently embed these activities in your subconscious?" The man wickedly sneered as he inquired, and Emily responded, "I can instill the activities in my subconscious. However, you will not be able to make any modifications afterwards."

Emily firmly embedded the instructions in her mind and then declared, "Each request has been sealed, and any tampering has been disabled."

"And what about the priority?" the man inquired for reassurance.

"The priority remains unchanged," Emily responded, placing his hand on her abdomen, "Instead of waiting until tomorrow, would you like to activate it early?"

"What occurs if we activate it now?" the man asked with a sadistic tone, to which Emily informed him, "My stomach will rupture approximately ten seconds."

"It sounds appealing, but...." the man expressed with doubt, to which Emily proposed, "If you are feeling guilty yet still desire excitement, we could employ the skip method for this."

"Very well," the man responded, though he remained doubtful, "Are you certain the pregnancy will be massive?"

"The primary objective of the activation is to improve embryo development. The quantity produced will instantly lead to significant harm," Emily articulated while employing the skip method, "Moreover, you have requested my demise, and the activation will guarantee success."

"Using you as a test subject was beneficial to my studies," the man chuckled humorously.

"Success, preparing to activate the protocol," Emily announced, but the man quickly interjected, "W-wait...you mentioned ten seconds. Could you pause at five seconds?"

"Yes, I can delay the activation," Emily responded and proceeded to use the activation as needed.

"Incredible, you are indeed serious about the activation-enhancing development," the man expressed in disbelief while holding the pregnancy. "I am astonished it has not burst."

"A woman should not have to endure a pregnancy of this intensity, yet I have succeeded in maintaining its stability to demonstrate the activation capability," Emily clarified the circumstances.

The man, sporting a playful grin, queried, "What size will the pregnancy attain if we proceed for the next five seconds?"

"It is unlikely that development will continue," Emily responded, taking a moment to evaluate. "If it were possible, it could reach up to two hundred inches."

"May I select the measurements for the remaining five seconds?" the man asked with enthusiasm, to which Emily replied, "As I stated earlier, the pregnancy cannot resume development. However, if you were to designate infinity as the final measurements, the pregnancy would rupture instantly. No waiting, no safety, and any size is attainable if the pregnancy somehow remains stable."

"Is it not possible to extend the time duration?" the man inquired, and Emily answered with hesitation, "I might be able to make some modifications to the activation."

Emily dedicated five minutes to calibrating and then explained, "The activation can only ensure the pregnancy remains stable for one hour. Naturally, I have maintained the enhancement."

"Preparing to activate the new setting," Emily announced, but her subconscious screamed in panic, "No, my stomach!!!"

"Wow, eighty inches already?!!!" the man exclaimed in astonishment and then asked, "You mentioned earlier that there are no limitations. Can you double the size?"

"Yes, I can incorporate the method," Emily replied while making further adjustments and then inquired, "Is there a specific timeframe for each doubling?"

"What occurs if we grant the activation unrestricted access to the pregnancy?"

"The activation will attempt the maximum expansion possible," Emily explained with a cautious tone, and the man asked, "What is the maximum limit?"

"I have already employed the foundational. Should it succeed, the activation will fully leverage this," Emily articulated, yet the man remained oblivious to this concept. She provided further clarification, stating, "Envision my current pregnancy magnified tenfold in an instant. If this endeavor is feasible, the activation will facilitate it."

"What if a pregnancy could grow a thousand times larger?" the man asked with a sadistic smile, to which Emily replied, "That would be excessively beyond normal limits. If it is indeed feasible for the pregnancy to instantaneously increase a thousandfold, then yes, the activation will facilitate it."

Emily's subconscious tried to delay the inevitable, but the AGS **** her to comply, stating, "If you are determined to witness a pregnancy expand beyond all comprehension, there is an additional mode we can integrate into the activation known as brute ****. This activation will drive the pregnancy to enlarge. However, I must warn you before we proceed: the activation functions without any ethical considerations. If it determines that the pregnancy could expand to a curtain size in a second, it will likely pursue that objective. Moreover, it has access for one hour."

"That sounds incredible to me," the man commented without hesitation, and Emily felt revulsion due to the AGS being fully integrated with her mind, "My subconscious is **** to disclose the information regarding the maximum limit. However, my subconscious can no longer intervene. The current pregnancy can a million times larger. Of course, I have already granted the activation permission to utilize **** mode to instantly expand towards the maximum."

"That's amazing," the man exclaimed with excitement, but the AGS manipulated Emily to inform him, "Don't celebrate yet. It remains uncertain if the extra layer can support the immune proportion. But if my theory is correct and the extra layer is efficient, the activation could potentially breach the limitations repeatedly for an hour."

"That's intriguing," the man remarked with interest, but then inquired, "Since there are no limitations, could the activation employ something more effective than the double method?"

"I could configure the activation to utilize triple or even quadruple settings. However, if you're looking for something significantly more intense, I recommend allowing the activation to determine a suitable method," Emily remarked, capturing the man's interest in the topic. "I find it hard to believe any of this is feasible. But if we can only attempt this once, I want to ensure the worse possible outcome."

"If that's your intention, I'll set the activation to employ something beyond vigintuple for every second," Emily replied, noting his doubts and then reassuring him, "I can't guarantee that the additional layer of protection will remain stable. If it does, I assure you the activation will continue to exacerbate my damn fucking pregnancy."

The man comes to the realization that the AGS has entirely taken over her mind and asks, "I appreciate your motivation, but could you be more explicit in your self-deprecation?"

"The activation is going to stretch my damn fucking stomach to an unimaginable size and then it'll rupture. After that, I’ll be a worthless corpse that can be tossed in a dumpster," Emily impulsively responded, causing the man to laugh at her dramatic display as he commented, "Not bad, but it could use a little polishing."

"Before we initiate the activation," the man said, his gaze lingering on her, "Can you assure me that what you mentioned earlier will conclude in such a manner, embedding itself deeply in your mind for eternity?"

"I assure you it will be an unforgettable experience," Emily replied, sealing a lasting commitment and then stated, "All permissions have been granted for the activation. However, if you require reassurance, the activation will take ten minutes to implement several additional layers of protection. Additionally, I have instructed the activation to utilize the skip protocol to enhance the likelihood of success."

"I can wait a bit longer," the man said, encouraged by the prospect of improved odds.

"Success," Emily announced once the perspiration process was complete, and then declared, "I have successfully raised the probability to ninety percent for the pregnancy to achieve any measurements. Of course, it’s not flawless, but it’s sufficient for the activation to fully exploit the pregnancy."

"So, it’s basically a gamble?" the man asked for more details, to which Emily responded, "Yes, it’s a one in ten chance."

"So, it might not work," the man said, feeling a bit let down and Emily proposed, "If you're concerned about missing out, why not sabotage the fucking pregnancy and direct the activation to amplify the current pregnancy by ninety trillion times right from the start? After that, we can skip the double and leap straight to ninety trillion folds. Once that's accomplished, we can repeat the same process."

"That's fantastic," the man said with a bright smile, and Emily shared the final details, "Even though there's a ten percent chance of failure. It only triggers once. The only issue is, I can't predict when it will occur, but just give me a moment to utilize the probability skip..."

"No, twenty minutes won't suffice," Emily sighed, recalling the numerous failed attempts, but she managed to push the ten percent closer to the end of the hour.

"I've got some good news," Emily announced as she made some adjustments, "You don't have to worry about that one in ten chance. The activation period is now fifty minutes. If it were to escalate the damn pregnancy every second, it would have three thousand attempts."

Emily was on the verge of initiating the activation when the authorities burst in, commanding her to halt. Unfortunately, they couldn't disable the promise, leading to a dispute over how to manage the pregnancy. However, the man was clever enough to be parpared. Earlier, he had implanted a command deep within Emily's subconscious, compelling her to either wait for further instructions or find a private place to continue the activation. The only issue was that the two Emilys created by the AGS couldn't coexist in the same mind, and one had to be eliminated. Now, two personalities were battling for control of the body, but only one could emerge victorious.

"Stop struggling you fucking bitch!" the artificial Emily exclaimed as she momentarily seized control of the body, only to be interrupted by a call from the man.

"I'm going to be trapped in this dump for a while, and I was really looking forward to witnessing the activation firsthand, but...." the man said, a trace of irritation in his voice.

"I understand the directives. I will await your freedom. However, should there be any indication of the true Emily regaining complete control of the body before your release, I will commence the activation," the artificial Emily assured him, then added, "In the meantime, I have taken the initiative to manipulate the ovum to produce an excessive amount of embryos."

"I would be curious to see just how tightly the womb has become," the man laughed at the thought, and Emily clarified, "Even without the activation, it has expanded significantly. By the time you are released, the activation could further enhance the pregnancy's growth much more effectively."

"And what about the final measurements?" the man inquired eagerly, to which Emily responded, "There are no final measurements. The activation will be limitless from the very beginning."

"Could you provide more details?" the man asked, and Emily replied with an analogy, "Think of pregnancy as similar to the fabric of space, continuously expanding without a defined limit. In truth, infinity is unattainable, but the activation will fully extend the pregnancy to whatever size it can reach."

"That's sufficient," the man remarked, wearing a pleased look, yet he pondered, "Can some individuals actually bypass the AGS?"

"Considering the promise I've undertaken, I'm not entirely sure if it's achievable. However, I could set up the Activation to trigger automatically if someone tries to bypass the AGS. Regrettably, implementing this approach would forfeit our control over the Activation, but it serves as a solid safeguard."

A few minutes later, a police officer enters the room and states, "Miss Summer, we need to discuss your pregnancy."

Emily grimaces while responding, "That's a delicate subject. I would prefer not to discuss it. We could, of course, but it might complicate things."

"I won't persist you further but at least reconsider getting an abortion," The officer said and exit the hostel permis.

The Activation has taken the officer's counsel as an atempt to bypass the AGS. However, a major problem emerges: the true Emily is ensnared in her own consciousness and has not consented to this action, being the only one who can intervene. Although the Activation did trigger the **** mode, it has delayed the full impact to give the real Emily a chance to stop the occurrence. Nevertheless, the Activation cannot sustain this for long, as the pregnancy extends beyond her feet, resulting in a loud rumbling from within. With no response forthcoming, the Activation reached a compromise, deciding to proceed with the event, allowing Emily the chance to halt it if she awakens. Has the pregnancy grown as expected? In a sense, yes; it is far larger than anything Emily could have experienced in several lifetimes, and the only reason the Activation couldn't fully utilize the **** mode is that the additional layer of protection is preventing the pregnancy from escalating too quickly to maintain stability. Naturally, the Activation has ample time to circumvent the safeguard. Once the Activation completely disables the safety protocol, it will give the real Emily one final opportunity to stop the process. Otherwise, the Activation will interpret the silence as a confirming response.

Back at home Matt exhaled a sigh of relief and informed Jessica, "Thank goodness, Emily is not infected."

"Your sister is immune to the virus? That is quite unusual. Hmmm..." Jessica pondered curiously.

They spent the following two weeks adjusting the new virus to ensure it was manageable for him to control. The virus possessed the capability to reset an individual's moral compass. It was a promising idea, but they needed to evaluate its efficacy.

"We have finally finished the modifications, Matt. All that remains is to administer the newly enhanced virus into your mother's bloodstream and observe the outcome," Jessica informed him while playfully winking, "Hopefully, you can transform her into your own personal sex ****."

Jessica gathered the necessary equipment and proceeded to his residence, but the place was filled with an unbearable odor, and she found his mother smoking incessantly.

"Mom, how many cigarettes have you smoked?" Matt inquired with curiosity, addressing his mother.

Margaret took a deep drag from her cigarette, filling her lungs with smoke, and replied wearily, "I can't resist, dear. The only times I refrain are during meals or when I sleep. I've been under a lot of stress this week and have lost count of how many cigarettes I've consumed."

Matt hoped his mother would become accustomed to smoking. By the time he utilized her AGS to help her quit, she was experiencing severe withdrawal symptoms. Naturally, the intention was to transform her nicotine cravings into desires for his body. Ultimately, the plan backfired, yet he resolved to persist until a solution was discovered.

Matt grinned mischievously at his mother and remarked, "Why not indulge in your habits even more? You find that appealing, don’t you, Mom?"

"Indeed, smoking does enhance my allure."

"Um... how are you feeling right now?" Matt asked, watching her light another cigarette.

"My lungs feel heavy, and I am struggling to exercise," Margaret described her current condition.

"Anyway, Mom... I have good news. We have discovered a remedy for your infidelity," Matt announced, and Margaret joyfully leaped towards him, exclaiming, "Oh, thank goodness, Matt. I can't bear to be cooped up in the house for another day."

Jessica administered the new virus into Margaret's bloodstream, stating, "This is the moment we have been anticipating. Now, we simply need to test it in public."

Matt smiled deviously at his mother and provided her with some instructions.

"You are cured, Mom. Now, I need you to dress provocatively enough to expose ample skin. You will showcase your alluring body at the park to see if your symptoms have subsided. You want to do this, right, Mom?"

"Yes, Matt. Dressing provocatively is a sensible approach to attract attention and to assess whether my symptoms are affecting anyone else."

Upon arriving at the park, Matt allowed his mother to roam freely but kept a watchful eye on her from a distance. It wasn't long before she attracted attention, and an older man in his fifties whistled at her.

"My dear lady, you possess an undeniable allure. I believe it would be beneficial for you to consider dating me. It is common knowledge that many individuals engage in romantic encounters at the park, correct?" the elderly man remarked, his gaze lingering on her captivating figure. "Particularly when the topic of intimacy arises."

Margaret responded by slapping the old man and rebuking him for his crude demeanor, "You repulsive swine!!! Is this how you conduct yourself in the presence of women?"

Jessica approached the elderly man and stated, "You do understand that anyone who mistreats victims of AGS will face a thirty-year prison sentence?"

The old man shot her an angry glare and retorted, "And what of it? Everyone is engaging in such behavior. By your reasoning, half the population ought to be incarcerated."

He sighed, contemplating the potential consequences of being reported, and said, "Very well, have it your way. There are plenty of other options available."

Shortly thereafter, the old man directed his attention toward a pair of teenage girls who were gossiping about boys.

"It seems you young ladies are relishing your spring break, but I have an entertaining game we could play. It is called 'who becomes pregnant first.'" The old man said with a mischievous grin, "You think it is thrilling to lose your virginity without purpose and risk becoming pregnant, correct, girls?"

The teenage girls exchanged glances for a brief moment before responding, "Oh yes, giving away our virginity without reason and taking risks sounds like an exhilarating game."

Jessica beamed with pride at her success in modifying the new virus and declared, "I believe our experiment has been entirely successful, Matt. Your mother is now immune and only follows your commands. What would you like to do next?"

There was only one thought occupying Matt's mind: he wished to marry his mother.

"Well, I hope to marry my mother soon, if that is acceptable to you," Matt replied enthusiastically.

Jessica laughed at his resolve and said, "Yes, certainly, Matt. However, may I request a favor?"

"Hmm...sure, what is it?"

Jessica's gaze fell upon Margaret's wedding ring as she said, "I do not possess many memories of your father, and the ring was originally intended for me. Is there any chance you could persuade your mother to give it to me?"

Matt intends to marry his mother eventually, and there is no reason for his father's rings to remain on her finger.

"Mom, Dad is no longer here, and it is time for you to move forward. Why not give Jessica your wedding ring?"

Margaret's wedding ring holds significant sentimental value for her. The mere idea of parting with it brings her sadness, yet the AGS alleviates all uncertainties.

"You are completely correct, Matt. Your father has passed, and I must continue with my life," Margaret replied in a melancholic tone, before handing the ring to Jessica, "Please ensure it is not lost."

Next on Matt's agenda is to devise a method to persuade a judge to amend his birth certificate so that he can marry his mother. The question remains, how?