John set his phone back on the bedside table.

According to the store’s site, they had multiples of every size available, so John decided to wait until he was there in person to buy it. That way he could go without giving them any more information the site hadn’t already collected. ’Pay in cash, keep my name and address out of it.’ The gamer was concerned about raising suspicion, and after all the warnings from the Onidas, he figured that being ‘overly cautious’ wasn’t really a problem.

The headache behind his eyes was more of a dull throb, but without sleeping the night before, two hour-long naps were nowhere near enough sleep for John. Unfortunately, before he could let himself rest, the gaming completionist in him wanted to know what he got in his loot box. Stripped from his clothes and unable to access his inventory, he had to **** himself back to his feet to grab a pair of pants from his closet.

Shaped like an old wooden trunk, the chest took up four slots in his inventory, a thought that didn’t occur to John until he was pulling it into the physical world. Only once fully in his arms, he was surprised it was such a small size. He closed his inventory once again and the sudden weight of the box in his arms hit him, causing him to buckle to his knees and drop the chest with a resounding thud that felt like it shook the otherwise quiet house.

Hurried footsteps sounded from the hallway and there was a knock at his door. “John?” Brenda called through the closed entrance, rattling the locked knob in panic. “John, are you okay? What was that noise? Are you hurt?”

He cleared his throat, forcing a groggy croak into his voice. “I’m okay, Mom. Just, uh,” his mind raced, “must’ve rolled outta bed.”

He quickly half-closed the closet, tossing some clothes over the exposed corner of the trunk, and went to unlock the door. “Sorry I scared you,” John mumbled to his worried mother as he opened the door, completely forgetting he was in nothing but a pair of plain boxers.

Brenda’s eyes widened as she glanced down at her son’s body. Catching the pink tinting her cheeks, the gamer looked her over in turn. She was in a sheer pink nightgown with spaghetti straps and a deep v neckline. The pale color did little to hide the brown of the MILF’s large areolas or the matching pink panties she wore underneath. Her every curve was on full display with barely a hint of modesty and John’s blood redirected to his lower anatomy.

“It’s, uhm, no problem, honey.” Her voice was breathy when she finally spoke, her eyes still wandering his body. They lingered on his faintly visible abs and flickered down to the bulge in his pants more than once.

’Putting those points into strength couldn’t have made that much of a difference already…’ Not really wanting to break the tension but needing her to not notice the loot box sticking out of his closet, the gamer cleared his throat. “What time is it?”

“Hmm?” Brenda tore her eyes away from her son’s tenting shorts to blink at him in surprise as her mind kicked back into action. “Oh! Uhm, only about three.” As she spoke, Mrs. Newman reached to brush John’s forehead with her cool fingers. “Still feverish, are you feeling better?”

“My head still hurts, but I think I’m otherwise okay,” he admitted with a sheepish grin.

The worried lines smoothed from her brow and she smiled back at the young man. “Good. Try to get a little more rest, I’ll go get dressed and start dinner.”

’Mm, unfortunate.’ John kept his thoughts to himself, only nodding as she turned, giving him the perfect chance to ogle her ass as she walked back to her room. When her door clicked shut, he followed suit and looked back to his closet. ’If all I get is some ridiculous hat out of that thing, it’d just be par for the course…’ He half grumbled, lumbering over and uncovering the wooden chest. The gamer dragged the impossibly heavy box out over the carpet, taking a deep breath as he took hold of the latch on the front. ’Here goes nothing,’ he thought as he threw the lid open.

Naturally, the chest was practically empty. Leaning in with disbelief, John scanned the bottom only to spot a small silver key, no bigger than his finger, with an intricate decorative top. He picked the unobtrusive item up and used Observe hoping that it had some hidden properties.

’That’s not bad, I guess. Better than some dumb cosmetic item, at least.’ He closed the chest with a sigh and shoved the key into his inventory, curious what he could possibly use it for. ’Wait…’ He opened his inventory, pulling his clothes back into their equipment slots, dressing himself. ’How do I have access to my inventory?’ John removed his hand from where it rested on the lid of the crate and lost his ability to shift his inventory. “The hell, that counts?” He mumbled, hand back on the chest, he pulled the key back out and removed his hand again before trying to put it back in. Unable to do so, he replaced his hand and put the key away. “So it’s not just pockets,” he theorized, trying to understand the limitations of that particular part of his powers.

Lost in thought, he barely heard as his mother walked down the stairs, the soft creaking of the steps giving her movements away. John’s mind started to wander, remembering her delectable body in the thin lingerie. Truthfully, he was more than a little disappointed he’d cut it short. Just the memory was enough to bring his cock springing back to life.

’My dad is an absolute idiot if that’s what she sleeps in.’ He shook his head to clear his mind of his lusty thoughts, only succeeding somewhat. ’Welp, I know what I’m jerking to next time I’m in the mood.’ One handedly adjusting his pants, the gamer stood, using the trunk for support. ’Now, what to do with this massive thing.’ The wooden box shuddered, making the hardware rattle, and John stepped back in surprise. It shook again and the nerd grabbed a pillow from his bed like a defensive weapon. A third shake and large, cartoony, green eyes appeared on the lid of the chest. Lacking strength and with the only weapon he could think of, he swung at it with the pillow. The lid of the chest opened, and massive, uneven teeth chomped down on the cloth-encased feathers.