Yes she is, which makes you...disappointed?

Jennifer rolls her eyes at you. “Of course I am,” she said. “I like you, Barbara, but I’m too young to be a mom.” When you asked, it had been out of fear that she might not be. But now that you know that she is, and the cum leaking out of her pussy isn’t likely to be impregnating her, you realize...you’re disappointed.

You can feel more changes hitting you now, and they feel more potent than some of the last ones. Looking down at yourself, you can see your torso developing stronger muscles, including what you realize might be the beginning of abs. You such in your stomach, making the new additions to your body stand out more, only to notice your limp dick getting even bigger still, your testicles expanding out larger, able to produce even more sperm.

Now, that impulse you had, to be disappointed, feels less weird. As though you’d never say it out loud, you actually understand why guys find the idea of impregnating a girl so attractive. The idea you could have put a baby inside of Jennifer, it’s pretty fucking hot.

“Damn,” she says to you, breaking you out of your stupor, as she looks you up and down. “That app does some good work. How did you like it?”

Feeling put on the spot, you quickly search for a good word to put all your feelings together, before just saying, “Good. It was really good.” Only after the words leave your mouth do you realize how dumb they sounded, and you facepalm. “What is wrong with me? Am I getting dumber?” You realize you haven’t seen the app in a while, and reach out to grab your phone.

But Jennifer pulls it away from you, smiling mischievously. “Don’t worry, your Intelligence stat isn’t any lower than it was before you gave me your phone. Let me do something really quick...” She starts touching things on your phone, and you’re worried about what she did, until she hands it back to you.

You go to the app, curious to see exactly how your stats have changed...but when you click on its icon from your home screen, a prompt comes up asking for a password. You look at Jennifer. “Seriously?” you ask, though you’re not exactly angry. Annoyed maybe, but you want to hear why she did it.

From the smile on her face, she must think it’s a pretty good reason. “I thought it might be a little more interesting if you can’t see any of that anymore. Now, if you do something, I’ll be the one to press the button and see the results.” So, you realize, she wants a little more power in your fuckbuddy relationship that’s begun to form.

You’re not opposed to that. Still, you do have a question. “In that case, I won’t know what the Tasks are...but you will. Is that part of the fun?” From the grin you get in response, it must be the case. “Another question: this way, I won’t be able to make sure a Task is selected unless you’re with me. Are you sure that’s okay with you?” You like Jennifer so far, but spending all your time together seems a bit much.