The best laid plans...

You awaken to the smell of coffee. Happily you once more had no nighttime visitors, and the weird dreams from the Multiplier seem to have stopped at least for the time being. It crosses your mind that it’s hasn’t even been two weeks and it’s already weird to wake up without your dick in someone’s mouth. You’re pretty sure you could remedy that if you walk in on Jan without clothes by abusing your perk. Speaking of perks it’s been a couple days since you last looked at the Multiplier’s interface, running all last night with just the HUD.

The first thing you notice is that your Soul Coin total is fucking astronomical. Back up over 5000 again. Shopping time. Recalling your worries about pregnancy you start digging around for something related to that.

Under Lust of all places you find:

You’re (Not) Having My Baby: Grants the user total control of his/her herd’s fertility. Binary application. No middle gears. With a thought User can turn entire herd sterile or fertile. Toggle is unaffected by herd’s normal cycles, which will all sync within one week of purchase. New herd members will be immediately affected. 1000 Soul Coins

That one’s a no brainer. You buy it and immediately flip the mental toggle for sterility. While you’re thinking about it you might as well dig for some other quality of life improvements. Also in the Lust category is:

Sexual Healing: User’s secretions, excretions, and saliva act as a universal cure for any and all sexually transmitted diseases, parasites, or infections. User is granted full immunity to all infections, diseases or parasites retroactively. 3000 Soul Coins

Um. Yeah. TAKE MY MONEY! If nothing else you can go straight and set up a clinic. Finally under Trust you find:

The Stranger: User may, through the Workgroups interface of the Affection Multiplier, cause anyone s/he interacts with to forget his/her face and all details personal or ephemeral about any interactions with User. Scores will remain intact and subjects will rationalize away any gaps created in memory. 1000 Soul Coins.

That’s fucking powerful as hell. And could very well have been made just for you. Purchased. Your bank is nearly empty, with only 378 Soul Coins remaining. You back out of the store and take a look at the thumbnail for Jan’s scores:

Janet Dahlberg: 75/60/25/20

Yeah... might just have to keep her. You’ll check the detail view later. The smell of coffee drags you out of bed. On the floor you find your now shredded boxers, but hanging on the back of the door is a fluffy pink bathrobe. You pull it on; it barely covers your crotch but with care you can maintain some modesty. Thank god that Jan’s tits make her buy bigger sizes than her small frame would otherwise warrant.

You clearly need not have been concerned about modesty. Jan is in the kitchen making breakfast in only an apron and a pair of AirPods, bopping around and swaying a booty that you learned intimately last night is the product of squats rather than a surgeon’s art. You immediately stiffen, but remembering the old adage about bacon and nudity decide that discipline is the better course (as much fun as it would be to just bend her over the counter and have your way with her). Instead you pull up a stool at the kitchen counter and enjoy the show until she notices you.

When she does you’re rewarded with a smile, a cup of strong coffee, and a kiss that evokes memories of the previous night.

“Good morning to you too, pretty lady.”

She dishes up breakfast for the two of you. It’s not Beth’s cooking but it’s still pretty damn good. You tuck in, having always adhered to the policy that one should never pass up the opportunity to top off the tanks. Aside from that, sex is actually more calorically debilitating than scaling buildings is, and you’ve been very active of late.

You’re just finishing the last bite of Bisquik pancake when Jan, who’s silently demolished a short stack of her own, looks over at you. “Was last night a one time thing, Jimmy?”

“I don’t want it to be. You’re incredible.” The honest answer rips from your lips like a guided missile, unintentionally targeting her Affection and Lust scores with Straight From The Heart.

12/10/19 09:21: Janet: Affection +60 HARD CAP REACHED (He actually likes me...) Lust +60 (I want him. Now.)

And obliterating what little thoughts you had about not keeping her. She grabs you by the lapels of the robe and jams her tongue between your lips. Your cock, which hasn’t been less than half mast since you woke up, is now decidedly waving in the breeze, and her hand finds it almost unconsciously.

Seconds later you have her bent over the sink, rutting like a bull in heat.

Thought we weren’t keeping her... Yeah, about that... She touched my Pepe. Shut up. So... we’re collecting MILFs now? Not that I’m complaining, but- Shut up. Hey, isn’t today our hearing?