"Wait..."

As you begin to drift off to sleep or perhaps wake up, questions linger. You reach out to the raven-haired developer, grabbing her arm as you say "Wait..."

And you collapse to the floor of the Developers' Room, cumming more orgasmicly than ever before in your life. You realize then that you were nude (were you always nude?) and the off-white color of your semen clashes with the immaculate white of the floor.

Three or four near-identical beauties gather around you, although you clam up, not wanting to ejaculate so soon. Your mind focuses on the questions you perceived.

"These rules make little sense," you read enough genie fiction to see some dangerous loopholes. But the Developers' seem more intrigued than annoyed.

"We've been working on the rules for a thousand years. What do you suggest?"

"Why did you castrate me?" you started out blatantly.

"It's not a castration, just a temporary reversal of your procreative ability. You're a test subject, not the final product of our evolutionary kickstart."

"Okay, I see that, but there are seven billion people on the planet. If I make, say, a couple hundred over the course of my lifetime, it's just a drop in the bucket. And gives you more data to work with."

The Developers discuss among themselves, mentally, it seems, before raven-hair responds: "Very well. We will restore your fertility. Any woman you have sex with might become pregnant."

"*Every* woman I have sex with *will* become pregnant." You smile. Go big or go home, you figure. Knock up some high school bitches.

The Developers seem to frown at your misogynistic thoughts, and counter: "We can't have overt magic. The sex must be vaginal, and the woman able to conceive, but we will up your fertility 12,000%. Your sperm cells will linger in a woman's womb for up to two months to impregnate, if necessary."

"A fair compromise. Now, as for the money."

"Ah ah ah. We need you to maintain the status quo. We ran simulations, and it was too easy to manipulate the experiment to gain fame and fortune."

"Fame is fleeting, and the only fortune I seek is to live comfortably. You can always step in, but if I'm to be your sex test subject, worrying about bills and food and shelter would be antithetical to your plan." I liked using big words sometimes.

The Developers rolled their eyes. "Very well. We'll update rules 2 and 3. But tread carefully. We intend to watch your exploits closely, and will intervene at the slightest infraction."

"And one more thing..." this was the big one, that you didn't expect to get, as you were surprised they granted you two rule changes already.

"Oh, for fuck's sake," the whole room seemed to erupt in annoyance.

"I- I want control over my ejaculations. No more premature ejaculations, and no more waiting hours between sex. I want almost an unending supply of semen, created at will, and complete control over my sexual functions."

"You're pretty much rewriting the entire experiment, John. With your enhanced fertility and now ejaculation control, this will add a couple thousand to our projected offspring. But, very well again. We will grant you this one last boon.

"Originally, we planned on having the rule hidden behind a medical 'built-up semen' excuse, but as you will soon have full ejaculate control, that changes the parameters. Instead, people will just invariably know of your need without a necessary reason for it. It is a bit more magical than we would've preferred, but the only way of allowing for the most interesting interactions.

"This will take us several minutes to compute," all of the Developers begin air-typing, and the leader reaches for your cock. "You will awaken in a different place." She grasps your cock, and you immediately cum into her hand as you fall asleep.