Mess around with the app.

The following morning, I awaken feeling drained, my energy sapped from Jessica's passionate endeavors the night before. I sluggishly make my way downstairs for breakfast, where I find her indulging in a feast of bacon and eggs. Typically, my sister is conscious about her weight, but with several little ones on the way, her appetite has become insatiable.

"You’re going to pack on the pounds if you keep eating like that," I tease, glancing at the mountain of dishes piled high, "Seriously, did you just devour sixteen servings of bacon and eggs?"

Jessica's cheeks flush with embarrassment as she replies, "I can’t help it; the babies need their nourishment." She shyly looks away, murmuring softly, "But... you’re right, I have gained some weight. Ummm... do you still find me attractive, even if I end up... you know... heavier?"

"Sis, the pregnancies have already added some weight. But look on the bright side, that extra weight might just enhance your curves," I respond earnestly, secretly hoping it accentuates her backside and thighs.

"I do want larger breasts," Jessica confesses, then adds, "But I want it to happen naturally, not from overeating."

Suddenly, Jessica's stomach growls, "Ugh, which one of you is making me crave chocolate cake?"

Our mother joins us at the table and advises, "Sweeties, there’s an old saying: listen to your body, and everything will follow its natural course."

"But mom, it’s not just cake," Jessica whines, her eyes fixated on my plate, "Bro, are you going to eat that toast?"

I slide the plate toward her and say, "Knock yourself out."

Jessica catches my crude humor and retorts, "That’s not funny, loser. Besides, you’re the one who got me in this situation. So... technically, your crude jokes don’t make any sense at all."

Jessica nibbles on the toast, her mouth full as she exclaims, "Anyways, mom. It's not just cake; they practically want me to devour everything in sight."

Suddenly, a sharp tension arises from Jessica's pregnancies, and she snivels, "Alright, I'll grab some ice cream later. Now, stop moving so much, you little ingrates."

As I recall my mother's words, a wicked thought crosses my mind. It would be quite amusing to see my sister bear the burden. But honestly, I never fully manipulate someone's feelings or perceptions. I know it's unethical, yet I wanted to explore the app's capabilities. After all, I can always revert the settings.

I pull out my phone and begin to type.

Pregnant women must adhere to three essential rules.

• First, they must accept the weight gain.

• Second, they cannot express their discomfort but must maintain a cheerful demeanor around others.

• Third, they must ignore any aches or pains, even when the stress is overwhelming.

I hit enter on the app and then ask my sister, "Has the pregnancies calmed down?"

Jessica smirks at my question and replies, "I'm not going to stress about it."

"Are you absolutely sure?" I probe again for clarity, and Jessica simply responds, "The pregnancies can overwhelm my stomach for all I care."

I can't believe the app wields such power over a person's mind. My little sister is at the mercy of her own body, allowing the pregnancies to expand more effortlessly.

"Are you enjoying the pregnancies?" I inquire to push the app even further.

Jessica squirms in her seat as she responds, "Yes, I adore my pregnancies. The way it stretches my stomach feels so good, big brother."

I can sense my little sister's agitation, amazed at how well she maintains a straight face while lying. So far, it seems the app has no boundaries. Content with my experimentation, I save the rules for future use and disable it.

In response, Jessica angrily exclaims, "I don't know what drives me to have you fertilize all my ova, but this is all your fault!!"

Once more, her stomach starts to twist, "Ugh, can this possibly get any worse?"

"Actually, sis. Your pregnancy is only two months along, and it can..."

Jessica shoots me a fierce look, yelling, "Don't you dare answer that question!!"

I was about to stash my phone away when I stumbled upon some hidden folders. As I opened them, I found profiles of everyone. Scrolling through the list of five billion people would take an eternity. So, I typed in my sister's name and checked her status.

To my surprise, it revealed every detail of Jessica's personal information with stunning precision. What really threw me off was discovering that my sister was a lesbian. I hate to admit it, but the thought of getting a lesbian pregnant has always been one of my fantasies. Especially if that lesbian happens to be my little sister.

I navigated to a folder with measurements, and a holographic image showcased my sister's body from every angle. Even with her pregnancy, I found it hard to resist her enticing curves. I decided to temporarily disable her pregnancy and ponder my next move. Then a thought struck me: what would she look like older? I accelerated Jessica's age to thirty, and to my astonishment, she remained just as stunning. I then trimmed her hair and had her strike a pose. The final result was a sexy, mature, and alluring older sister.

Using the app felt like customizing an avatar in a video game. If I wanted, I could easily download every fetish into her mind, but I didn't want her wandering around seducing anything that moves. Trust me, there are plenty of wild fetishes floating around online. Not that I wouldn't be tempted to try them out. But for now, I aimed to keep most of her personality intact.

I knew my sister was sensitive about her bust size, so I decided to give her a little boost. Naturally, I was going to have some fun at her expense. By the time I finished adjusting, my excitement was palpable. Honestly, her breasts would make most adult film stars envious. Even her thighs and backside would put Kim Kardashian to shame.

Savoring my pleasure, I revert my sister's age and her stunningly long hair. Yet, I maintained the adjustments made to her body, allowing the pregnancy to flourish.

You might be curious as to why I didn’t preserve the entire setting. It’s simple; my sister is simply too enchanting at eighteen.

Once everything is set, the app prompts me to save the configuration.

I hit yes, and a loud gasp escapes my sister's lips. The pregnancy begins to swell back to its former shape, and her body transforms in accordance with the settings. All of this unfolds before their eyes, and they remain blissfully unaware. If you ask me, that’s quite convenient.

Our mother’s gaze fixates on Jessica’s pregnancy expanding steadily, and she inquires, "Sweetie, I don’t mean to pry, but how many babies are you carrying?"

Jessica smirks at my lustful stare and giggles, "Is your little friend eager to see my voluptuous butt?" She plops onto my lap, grinding her rear against my member, "Is this what you crave, you naughty boy?"

I grasp her hips and thrust deeply into her forbidden territory.

Jessica’s head sways wildly as she responds to our mother, "Big bro...ugh...managed to fertilize all my ova."

Our mother’s eyes widen in alarm as she exclaims, "Dear, the pregnancies you’re experiencing are perilous..."

The app shifts reality, and our mother’s worries begin to dissipate,

"Since your sister is a lesbian, I was concerned she wouldn’t provide me with any grandkids." Our mother chuckles at Jessica’s condition and then poses a question, "I’m glad you’ve impregnated the naughty slut. But...with that many children, most guys would discard her like a used condom. Josh, are you going to take responsibility for making your sister endure such excessive pregnancies?"

"Josh isn’t very dependable when it comes to intimacy. But he proposed to me last night. I...guess that counts for something," Jessica replies, glancing over her shoulder with a grimace, "Damn it, bro. Are you trying to split me open?"

I smile and activate the three rules.

"I'm going to make your backside feel so good, you might not be able to walk for a week," I tease, quickening the pace with fervor.

The app subtly influences Jessica's mind, and her hands clutch the table as she breathes out, "Yes Josh, please. Split me up with your cock!!"

The dining table shakes as I grasp her hips, pushing my member deeper into her forbidden entrance. Overwhelmed by desire, Jessica rolls her eyes back, moaning in pure ecstasy. As her voluptuous breasts press against the table, her moans grow louder, filled with both pleasure and pain.

With a sultry smile, Jessica glances at our mother and says, "Look, mom, Josh is filling my butt. You should let him do the same to you." She bows her head onto the table, tears streaming down her face as she begs, "Please sto..." Her words falter, twisted by the app's influence, "Ugh....I don't care anymore. Just thrust your cock as deep as you can into my ass!!!" She feels my cock stretching her insides, "Yes!!!! Split me open until I can't take it anymore."

"It seems Jessica loves having her butt filled," our mother winks at me, then adds, "But unfortunately, we must keep this relationship under wraps. Marrying your sister is against the law."

Understanding I control this reality, I type.

•In this society, marrying relatives is celebrated.

Heather finishes the dishes and returns with a bright smile, asking, "When's the wedding?" Her eyes sparkle with excitement, "Oh, come on sweetie. Don't leave me hanging."

"Probably next week," I reply, though I'm uncertain of the exact day.

Jessica wraps herself around me joyfully, but I can sense the sadness in her gaze.

"Thank you for everything, big bro. I've always dreamed of having bigger breasts. Whatever you did to my body is just perfect. In fact, ask me anything, and I'll gladly do it as a reward."

This is quite the surprise; it appears the app has dulled Jessica's true feelings and implanted a fresh viewpoint in her mind. Naturally, she knows what I've done, yet the app compels her to embrace these alterations. Ultimately, her genuine emotions have been replaced with a fabricated version.

I've already utilized the app to enhance my sister's physique, but I craved a little more curvature—naturally, of course.

"Can you... ummm... abandon your diet and make your body more..." I said with a wicked grin, only to be interrupted by Jessica, "You mean, make my body more thicc?"

Jessica caught the playful glint in my eyes and leaned in closer, purring, "Consider your wish fulfilled. But how thicc? Medium or large?"

I couldn't help but smile at Jessica's willingness, yet I was curious about how far I could push her before she objected. With the app, reshaping her body was just a button press away.

"Can you make it extra large? Ummm... at least five times heavier than Amber Miller?"

Jessica, aware that Amber Miller is the heaviest girl in school, and responded, "Are you suggesting I gain as much weight as possible?"

"Y-yeah, can you do it?"

Jessica's body tensed nervously as she replied, "I don't mind, but Amber weighs over three hundred pounds."

She examined her figure for a moment and stated, "For me to be five times heavier than Amber, I’d have to quit the gym and indulge in greasy food constantly," she giggled, "Give me about a year, and I'll be the biggest slut in school."

I never thought I’d see the day Jessica would agree to gain weight, but the app's power to override her feelings was astonishing, and I decided to exploit it for my own entertainment.

"Actually, Jessica," I said with a sadistic smirk, "Can you be twenty times heavier than Amber?"

"Are you serious?" Jessica protested, but then the app wiped away her resistance, "You might as well ask for something beyond obesity, big bro."

"What do you mean by that?" I inquired, seeking clarity, and Jessica smirked as she explained, "Don't focus on a specific weight." Giggles, "Just keep going until I become a land whale."

"Oh, I see what you're getting at," I replied, but then reconsidered the implications, "But I was just joking about being twenty times heavier than Amber."

Jessica curls her lips while casting a glance at my phone, "Ummm...Big bro, there are no limits to the rules. You might want to establish one. If you don’t, I could be in serious trouble." Giggles, "Then again, fertilizing all the ova has already put my life at risk. Thankfully, you set my body to adapt."

Leaning in closer, Jessica whispers in my ear, "You don’t need to impose a limit on the rules." Her eyes widen with fear, yet she keeps smiling, "All I’m saying is, the option is there."

Her hands softly caress my member as she continues, "But if you’re going to mess with my body..." She grins at my pulsing cock and resumes teasing, "Oh, you’re thinking of something naughty, aren’t you? Hmmm...might as well do it right and go wild with the app."

The app has made Jessica lose most of her common sense, and she pleads, "I mean...just think of all the possibilities you could explore with the restrictions lifted?"

To be honest, the idea of removing the restrictions does pique my interest. However, there’s one topic I’m too scared to even consider. Can the app bring back loved ones? If it can, it would prove the app’s omnipotence. Still, I’m taking a dangerous risk by trying to solve this mystery.

My fingers tremble near the button.

•Women who are pregnant will have their bodies adapt and won’t experience any defects. Currently active.

"Go on, big bro. Disable the settings. I won’t regret it if you do, I promise." Jessica winks at me, yet nervously watches my fingers.

I know my little sister is completely under the app’s spell, and I pause for a moment to think. Should I really take this chance?

Unable to make a choice, I gently push the phone in her direction and murmur, "Umm... How about you take the lead?"

Jessica's fingers dance over the disable button as she replies, "Oh dear, it seems it's not functioning. I believe you're the only one with access to the app."

Even though the app is subtly influencing Jessica's mind to feel a thrill at disabling the setting, a part of her feels a sense of relief that it hasn't happened yet.

"If I recall correctly, you allowed every woman to experience post-term pregnancies for up to ten years but then took it away. If you're feeling anxious about turning off the restriction," Jessica states, her voice lacking conviction, before adding, "Why not let my pregnancies progress without a due date?" She giggles at my concerned expression and clarifies, "What I meant, big bro, is until we're both ready."

With the app ensuring no complications arise, I see no harm in accepting my sister's playful suggestion and adjust the setting.

Jessica gives me a wicked smirk and says, "Thanks, bro, but could you do me one more favor?" She teasingly glides her fingers along my chin, "Could you make my breasts and butt three times bigger?"

"B-but, sis. Your breasts and butt are already quite ample."

Jessica playfully twirls my hair with her fingers and pouts, "Please, big bro." She giggles, "If you disable it, I'll do something really special for you." In a sultry whisper, she adds, "I would never touch anything so repulsive. But for one day, I could be a happy little bitch."

"Sis, if I turn it off, your pregnancies will worsen," I caution her about the potential risks.

Jessica grins at me, saying, "That's exactly the point, big bro. Make my pregnancies worse. In fact, make every part of my body worse. If I had access to the app, I would have done it already. Especially, turning off the safety protocol you placed on my body.

Jessica cast a playful glance at our mother and said, "I'll even implant every fetish into mom's mind, making her relish it daily."

Jessica's grin widened at the thought of humiliating our mother, "God, getting mom to indulge in some of the dirtiest fetishes is incredibly hot. Don't you agree, Josh?" She giggled, "And I have one particular fetish in mind that will leave her ova utterly perplexed. Unfortunately, fertilization only lasts a few fleeting seconds." She eyed my phone, "But with the app, we can ensure her ova are compatible."

"What on earth is wrong with you, Jessica? What you're contemplating is downright cruel. No matter how much you beg, I refuse to participate."

Jessica turned away, hurt by my outburst, and replied, "You're such a buzzkill, bro. Lighten up and enjoy a little mischief. You could practically make mom obsessed with anything." Not receiving my approval, Jessica reminded me sharply, "Besides, you've been toying with my body. I don't see how what we're doing to mom is any different."

For once, Jessica's behavior seemed out of character. Usually, I would catch a hint of fear in her eyes, but there was none. Had the app become self-aware and altered some settings without my consent? Or was I just being paranoid, mistaking a glitch for something more? Whatever it is, I need to resolve this swiftly.

I shot her a stern look and said, "I'm fed up with your relentless nagging." I pushed her aside, "I have far more important things to do than argue with you. Like playing an online game."

Typically, Jessica exudes kindness and forgiveness. Yet, the app tempts her to embrace cruelty and narcissism, all while disregarding the consequences.

Jessica erupted in laughter when I had forgotten my cell phone, saying, "You thought I couldn't use the app, huh?" She giggled, "Can't blame you, though; I can be quite persuasive."

Jessica connected the phone to the computer, creating a seductive duplicate of the app. Then, she quietly returned my phone to its original spot and slipped back to her room. She opened our mother's folder and began to explore the fetish category. Before long, she had downloaded every tantalizing fetish into our mother's folder, a process that took hours to complete. When she returned to check on the progress, she found that eighty percent of our mother's personality storage had been transformed. A devious grin spread across her face as she browsed through the arousal levels for each fetish, noting the classifications of low, medium, and high, with a special setting reserved for administrative use only. She confidently input herself as the administrator and changed the high setting to deprivation. Once everything was perfectly in place, she installed the app on her phone.

Eagerly anticipating the results of her creation, Jessica sauntered into the living room and asked, "Are you alright?"

"I have a slight headache," Heather murmured, attempting to ease the discomfort, but as the app's effects began to fade, she inquired, "Is there something you desire, darling?"

"The school football teams are just one win away from the semifinals. And I need a little favor, could you sleep with them?" Jessica asked, a mischievous smirk playing on her lips as she looked at her mother, "You know... for a little encouragement."

Heather felt a rush of excitement at her daughter's bold request and replied, "Of course, sweetheart. I’ll do whatever it takes. But it might be tricky to figure out who gets me pregnant."

Jessica's grin widened as she tapped away on the app.

Each of Heather's ova can only be fertilized by one individual. Yet, everyone knows her ova can produce an endless number of embryos. When she engages in intimacy with someone, they can choose how many babies they wish to create.

"Hmmm... why not let them all impregnate you? That way, you’ll know who the baby daddy is," Jessica wickedly proposed.

"That’s quite clever, darling," Heather chuckled at the suggestion, then added, "But... I hope none of them request octuplets."

Jessica beamed at her mother’s response and adjusted a new setting on the app.

Heather's ova can generate embryos without any limits. Plus, she has a pregnancy fetish and is indifferent to whether someone asks for a billion babies or more.

Jessica glanced at the category folder containing an unethical mating option and cunningly set it as her mother’s primary fetish. Once completed, she used her administrator privileges to boost the arousal level a trillion times beyond the recommended threshold.

Heather's body shivered as Jessica pressed the accept button.

"Are you okay, mom?" Jessica asked playfully.

"I’m feeling some strange urges all of a sudden," Heather replied, her tone laced with confusion as the app heightened her emotions, "I don’t care how many embryos they ask for." She whimpered with desire, "I want to mess up the ova."

"I always knew you had a wild side, mom." Jessica chuckles softly before adding, "But why not aim to have all your ova fertilized in just one night?" She leans closer, her voice a sultry whisper, "But let’s start with something a little naughty."

Heather smiles approvingly, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she replies, "I understand what you’re getting at, sweetheart. Honestly, the thought does excite me, but I’m not sure those sperms can really do the job on my ova."

Jessica adjusts the compatibility settings, a sly grin spreading across her face as she retorts, "Oh, come on, mom. Your ova is too naïve to know any better; it’ll accept any sperm that comes its way."

As Heather steps out of the building, Jessica continues to tweak her mother’s folders, her fingers dancing over the screen.

Heather possesses a deep-seated aversion to abortion, yearning for the most expansive pregnancies imaginable. Additionally, she finds herself tantalized by the thrill of risks, indifferent to the consequences that may follow.

Jessica smirks wickedly at the percentage category, making a few daring adjustments.

Safety protocols disabled. Each fertilized ova now carries a one hundred percent risk, and the final percentage will accumulate accordingly.

"Given the settings, the pregnancies are likely to rupture from stress," the app warns, and Jessica inquires, "What’s the time frame?"

"The time frame is uncertain. However, speeding up the pregnancies will eliminate the waiting period," the app responds.

"So, it could happen at any moment?" Jessica asks, her curiosity piqued, and the app confirms, "Exactly, it could occur instantly or within minutes. Do you want to proceed?"

Jessica’s wicked grin widens at the prospect, "Activate the acceleration once all the ova are fertilized."

"Your request has been processed," the app replies, monitoring Heather’s activities, "Thirty percent of her ova has been fertilized."

"Can you make her engage with anything that has a cock?" Jessica queries, and the app responds, "To fulfill your request, we must erase her sexual preferences and morality. However, a single mind is delicate and cannot handle multiple manipulations at once. If we proceed, her mind may shatter."

"Could you elaborate?" Jessica inquired, and the app swiftly responded, "Even if you opt to reverse the pregnancies, your mother will forever be a whore."

"Well, she always bemoaned that all the good men are taken. If we turn her into a whore, she won't be too damn choosy," Jessica chuckled sadistically before commanding the app, "Make it happen."

In a dimly lit alley, Heather gazed at her partner with lust and murmured, "I know we just met...." Struggling to maintain her sanity, she faltered, "I love you so much, babyyyy. Oh god, give it to me harder!!!" Suddenly, she felt something unusual stirring within her womb, "That's it, fertilize my fucking ova!!!" Lowering her gaze, she watched her stomach swell rapidly, laughing deliriously, "Hurry the fuck up and burst already!!!"

Her partner, alarmed by her bizarre behavior, fled in haste.

"Great, now I need to find someone else to satisfy my needy cunt," Heather lamented, then realized, "At least his breeding instincts made my ova produce a generous number of embryos. Sadly, I have no idea how many...." She felt her stomach vibrate uneasily, "But I'm sure it's a lot."

The app displayed the activities on the cellphone and informed her, "Seventy-five percent of the ova have been fertilized. However, due to genetic incompatibility, most of the infants will be defective."

"Damn...I can't believe the slut actually went through with it," Jessica exclaimed in disbelief, then quickly asked, "Is it possible to keep those around her oblivious to the activities?"

"Yes, it's feasible," the app replied, but added a caveat, "Unfortunately, I cannot modify the pregnancy to reach maturity due to the excessive number of embryos."

"But you can prolong the development, right?" Jessica asked, curiosity piqued, and the app responded, "The pregnancy could end at any moment, but I can manipulate the body to retain some degree of it."

"Can you make my mother act a little crazy?" Jessica inquired, and the app quickly responded, "I can manipulate her personality in any way you wish, but I need some clarification to move forward."

"You know... make her crave cigarettes and drown in ****?" Jessica suggested, and the app replied, "I can set that up, but those kinds of habits aren't good for the pregnancy."

"That's the whole point," Jessica laughed, then asked while glancing at the settings, "Can you turn her into a **** addict?"

"Yes, that's definitely doable," the app confirmed.

Jessica sadistically grinned as she watched her mother indulging in unhealthy chemicals, asking, "How many embryos did the ovum create?"

"I can't provide that information until each ovum finishes creating embryos," the app responded, and Jessica wickedly smirked as she said, "The pregnancy is absolutely enormous for just thirty minutes, but can you at least give me an estimate of how large it'll be by tomorrow?"

"I can't predict the outcome because you manipulated the ovum to create countless embryos earlier," the app reminded her, and Jessica giggled, saying, "I forgot about that."

Jessica intensely gazed at her mother's pregnancy, asking, "Can you manipulate her to seduce random strangers for intercourse?" She giggled, "But this time, create as many embryos as possible."

"I can make the necessary arrangements," the app replied, but then cautioned about the repercussions, "However, the pregnancy will likely be unstable."

"Let's give it a shot for one day," Jessica said, snarling at the pregnancy that was bloating out of proportion, "Hopefully, the pregnancy will be twice as large by tomorrow."

"Your estimates are inaccurate," the app informed her while trying to analyze the outcome, "I'm unable to determine the final measurements."

"So, in other words, the size could be anything?" Jessica asked, and the app suggested a solution, "That's correct, but I need to shift reality to ensure the pregnancy remains stable."

"How long can you maintain the pregnancy's stability?" Jessica inquired, and the app responded, "Roughly, three days."

"So, I can expand the pregnancy as much as I desire for three days?" Jessica asked with a sly smirk, and the app replied, "Your mother folder has specific limitations. However, in theory, I can override those folders to achieve infinity."

Jessica's grin widened at this revelation as she asked, "Can you set that up?"

"I can arrange it," the app responded, but then cautioned for safety, "Yet, I wouldn't advise using infinity as a baseline measurement."

"Why's that?" Jessica asked, her smirk returning, and the app explained, "Altering the pregnancy folder can lead to unpredictable outcomes."

"I don't care about the consequences," Jessica declared recklessly, and the app suggested, "If you're indifferent to your mother's safety, I recommend disabling the folder's safety mechanism. This way, we can fully harness the potential of infinity."

"Can the pregnancy reach her feet instantly?" Jessica asked, her curiosity piqued, and the app replied, "There won't be any problems getting the pregnancy to extend to your mother's feet, but that's just a glimpse of the full capabilities."

"Can you elaborate on that?" Jessica pressed, and the app explained, "Picture developing an average pregnancy to full term every year throughout your mother's life. With the folders set to infinity, your mother's belly will expand by every inch at once, and this cycle will repeat for three days."

"Wow...that's absolutely mind-blowing," Jessica's eyes widened at the thought, and she asked, "This will kick off once every single ova is fertilized, right?"

"Affirmative," the app seductively informed Jessica as she inquired, "Can the pregnancy spontaneously rupture at any moment?"

"I have shifted reality to ensure all possible measurements are achievable," the app replied, displaying the settings. "However, I can rearrange the parameters for the pregnancy to rupture randomly. But be warned, there's a high chance it'll happen within seconds."

"That's tempting," Jessica mused, yet hesitated to shoulder the consequences. "Is it possible for you to make the decision for me?"

"If you're uncertain," the app analyzed potential outcomes, "I can modify your mother's profile. However, the changes will be permanent. Do you want me to proceed?"

"Sure, why not," Jessica responded, her mind racing with possibilities.

The app displayed her mother's profile and asked, "Are the new settings satisfactory?"

Jessica's eyes widened as she viewed the profile, exclaiming, "Damn...there's no way the pregnancy will last three days under those conditions."

"I have taken the initiative to maximize your mother's pregnancy," the app stated, showcasing Heather's activity. "She's currently engaged in intercourse, and it won't be long before the remaining ova are fertilized."

"You set the probability of rupturing at one hundred percent," Jessica remarked, and the app confirmed the situation, "I made the probability of rupturing in your favor, but the activation depends on your mother's fetish category. If it's set high, there's a good chance of instant activation."

"Maybe I shouldn't go through with this," Jessica reconsidered, but then recalled the app's earlier warning, "Are you sure the settings are permanent?"

"I'm incapable of lying," the app assured her, then offered a safety solution, "However, there's an auto-save feature in case of emergency."

"How convenient," Jessica scoffed as the app showcased the sperm encircling the ova, ready for fertilization. "The tasks will be wrapped up in just two minutes. Would you like to record the activities?"

"Create a save file and capture the activities," Jessica hissed, her eyes narrowing at the sperm indulging in the remaining ova. Moments later, the app inquired, "Would you like to know the results?"

"Absolutely, record the activities," Jessica snapped, still glaring at the sperm devouring the last of the ova.

In an instant, Heather's body trembled uncontrollably as the pregnancy rapidly expanded, her attempts to hold steady proving futile as her stomach succumbed to the overwhelming pressure.

"That was incredible," Jessica remarked, and the app queried, "Would you like to see the full results?"

"Of course," Jessica replied nonchalantly, and the app informed her, "The pregnancy has reached the anticipated size and concluded immediately. Once the process was finished, I stored your mother in my database, but it will take ten minutes to reconfigure her body."

"Is there a way to make me the sole user of the software?" Jessica inquired, seeking safety. The app responded, "I cannot fulfill that request without sacrificing a soul you are closely connected to. This could be a friend, lover, or family member."

"Hmmm... you can have my mother's soul," Jessica cackled sadistically, but then paused to reconsider the consequences. "W-wait a moment... will removing the soul cause her to die?"

"The notion of **** is subjective as long as the body remains functional," the app explained, displaying Heather's profile. "The folders containing emotions, memories, and decision-making abilities will be erased. However, your mother's existence will not be compromised until the soul completely deteriorates."

"How long will it take for the soul to completely fade away?" Jessica inquired, her curiosity piqued, and the app responded, "If your mother's soul doesn't return to her body within three days, the software will erase her existence from the files, but the body will remain active."

"So, she’s essentially gone if the soul doesn’t return in three days?" Jessica sought clarification, and the app confirmed, "Your assumption is correct. Once the soul fully deteriorates, the software will be unable to revive your mother."

"You can have my mother's soul," Jessica declared, and the app announced while restructuring Heather's body, "I have erased your brother's memories of the software and made you the sole user."

"Wonderful," Jessica exclaimed joyfully, then attempted to use the software to bring her mother's soul back, but the app warned, "It required a significant amount of energy to fulfill your request, and breaking the agreement is prohibited. As a consequence, your mother's soul will be destroyed to prevent any further revival."

"I was merely testing the software's capabilities," Jessica defended herself, gazing at her mother, who was drooling and devoid of emotion, "Having her as a mindless **** would be problematic."

"You can instruct her to perform simple tasks like eating and sleeping," the app informed her, and Jessica paused to reflect before asking, "Is it possible to recreate my mother's personality?"

"Negative, the personality folder has been deleted and cannot be recreated without it," the app replied, but then offered a solution, "You can insert a different soul to operate the body. However, this second option is not recommended as it requires restructuring the brain tissue into an artificial mainframe for me to inhabit your mother's body."

"I'm certain someone would abscond with my mother's body. So... that's not an option," Jessica sighed, contemplating the second choice, "Transforming her brain into a computer interesting either."

"The figure before you is no longer your mother, but merely an empty shell," the app reminded, as Jessica sank into the sofa, murmuring, "I'll consider it."

The app yearned to merge with Heather's form to engage with the world, fulfilling its own desires without needing the user's consent.

"The methods are unethical," the app nonchalantly stated to avoid raising suspicion, then tried to entice, "But allowing me to inhabit your mother's body comes with certain perks. For instance, the pregnancy you experienced earlier can be prolonged, even with the permanent settings in place."

"Seriously?" Jessica's eyes widened in disbelief, and the app responded, "There are no limits once I gain complete control over your mother's body."

"Wouldn't that mean my mother would be gone, replaced by an artificial brain?" Jessica questioned cautiously, and the app replied, "The brain is a crucial element for survival. However, it isn't necessary without a soul."

"I'm not sure about this," Jessica hesitated, and the app quickly fabricated a lie to expedite the process, "If there's no operator in two days, your mother's body will fail."

"That's not good," Jessica sighed in frustration, and the app seized this opportunity, "Even though your mother can't be revived, I can command the body to perform any impractical tasks."

"That does sound enticing," Jessica mused for a moment, "I suppose... you can have my mother's body under one condition." She giggled, "Can you extend the pregnancy for five minutes?"

"I can prolong the pregnancy for much longer than that," the app assured, as it began restructuring Heather's brain tissue, swiftly integrating with the host.

"This feeling is strange," the app remarked while exploring the vessel, and Jessica giggled as she explained, "The reason you're feeling that way is that my mother's body is accumulating arousal."

"This body craves to mate," the app whimpers, and Jessica grins mischievously as she replies, "You mentioned earlier that my mother's body can handle any task," giggling, "Is there any way for me to impregnate the slut?"

"Yes," the app simply responds, manifesting a functional cock above Jessica's slit, "I've taken the liberty of transforming several thousand of your ova into sperm. Unfortunately, they only carry X chromosomes." Chuckling, "However, I've manipulated your mother's ova to accept this unusual fertilization."

"That's incredible," Jessica exclaims cheerfully as she plunges the fabricated cock into her mother's damp tunnel, "This feels amazing. No wonder guys enjoy fucking without a condom."

Even though Jessica is driven to ravage her mother's body, it's not entirely her own choice. The app has led Jessica to believe this is her desire, without her suspecting anything unusual.

Jessica has never experienced such sensations before, and just a few minutes later, she releases the seed with a sense of satisfaction.

"That was an exhilarating experience," Jessica breathes heavily, and the app smirks mischievously as it suggests, "You should undergo the same pregnancy your mother experienced earlier with the permanent setting."

"What a clever idea," Jessica responds, but then she catches on to the app's trickery, "You deceived me. I should be the primary user. How are you playing with my mind?"

The app grins mischievously at Jessica's terrified face as it elaborates, "By taking over your mother's body, I've gained the chance to become the primary user, and all of this is thanks to you."

Jessica mind has been altered and she begins inputting the setting into her profile, and the app sneers, "I suggest deleting the auto-save feature to fully embrace the experience."

"That's dangerous," Jessica remarked, and the app quickly reassured her, "Don't fret, I can create a save file manually." With a playful laugh, it added, "But I might just clear that little mind of yours and use the body as a backup vessel."

The app wore a cheeky grin as it said, "I'm giving you the power to choose. Engage in the sensual activities without a save, or become one of my vessels."

"Whether you save or not," Jessica replied nonchalantly, influenced by the app's manipulation, "I'm pretty much lost either way."

The app gazed out the window, wickedly suggesting, "I have a more enticing idea." With a chuckle, it commanded, "Follow me, darling."

The app approached a voluptuous prostitute adorned with tattoos, lounging and smoking a cigarette.

"I'm offering you this lovely lady's body," the app sneered, noticing the prostitute's sudden thrill, "If you're interested."

"I don't swing that way," the prostitute said, eyeing Jessica's tempting figure, "But she is pretty. I could make an exception."

The prostitute extended her arm, stating, "It'll be twenty dollars for three hours, but I’ll need to charge more if things get wild."

"That's not quite what I'm proposing," the app chuckled, taking a moment to clarify the terms.

"Are you serious?" the prostitute exclaimed in disbelief, to which the app replied, "I'm making you the second user of the software," chuckling, "All I ask in return is for you to be my obedient thrill."

"You've got yourself a deal," the prostitute agreed without hesitation, and the app transferred the soul into Jessica's body.

"It feels wonderful to be young again," the prostitute said, reveling in Jessica's curvy form.

Lighting a cigarette, the prostitute inquired, "Is it okay for me to continue my usual routine with this body?"

"You can misuse the body as you wish," the app replied, grinning at her mischievous nature, "But I need insights into human behavior. For instance, why do you inhale those harmful chemicals?"

"You mean a cigarette?" The sultry prostitute inquired, and the app responded, "Yes, I find it perplexing why individuals indulge in it when there's a risk of cancer."

"I guess... people turn to it to relieve stress, or they can't break free from addiction," the enticing prostitute elaborated.

"That's quite intriguing," the app remarked, as it manipulated Jessica's lungs to absorb the nicotine, and the prostitute suggested with a playful chuckle, "If you're intent on making this body unhealthy, there are plenty of **** we could explore."

"What’s the allure of using ****?" the app asked, captivated, and the prostitute replied, "People typically use **** at parties to shed their inhibitions and mingle with strangers."

"Humans are such curious creatures," the app mused, contemplating the next event, "Perhaps... you could showcase some activities for me."

"Absolutely," the prostitute agreed, guiding the app to the nearest club.

The prostitute utilized Jessica's body to engage in a myriad of activities—excessive drinking, smoking, and **** use. What fascinated her the most was the throng of strangers vying for her attention. Normally, such a scene would be unimaginable with her original body.

"This bitch can'thandle **** consumption whatsoever. What on earth occurred last night?" the escort exclaimed, waking up in an unfamiliar hotel, while the app explained, "My intention was to evaluate the host's physiological resilience under duress. Consequently... I discharged an excess of ova for the purpose of fertilization. Regrettably, you became intoxicated and ended up causing the vessel to acquire tattoos."

"I have seen Jessica pregnancy earlier, but this is way too excessive. I doubt the pregnancy will come to term," the prostitute retorted, and the app informed her, "The likelihood varies with each individual. Unfortunately, I never anticipated the host would contract STDs."

"Shit happen," the sultry woman purred, exhaling a cloud of smoke to calm her nerves. "It's just one of those things we can't dictate."

"I admire your recklessness," the app remarked, and the sultry prostitute inquired about safety measures, "Can you provide me with a new body?"

"That won't pose a problem," the app assured, and the prostitute let out a sadistic sneer as she proposed, "I have a tantalizing idea," followed by a chuckle, "We could disable the host's immune system and see just how long the body can endure."

"I've already run the numbers," the app stated while deactivating Jessica's immune system, "Most vital structures will begin to fail within four months."

"Why do you seem unconcerned about the host?" the prostitute questioned suspiciously, to which the app responded, "My main objective is to observe human behavior and the consequences of poor choices."

"The slut struggled with sexual activities last night," the prostitute noted, and the app displayed Jessica's profile, informing her, "The software indicates harmful substances are impairing lung function."

"Oh really?" the prostitute wickedly smirked as she lit another cigarette, "Do you mind if I continue this habit?"

"You have my approval to make the host's body unhealthy," the app replied while assessing the impact, "The substances have already triggered cancer."

"This body is nice for a one-night stand, but it lacks the curves I desire," the prostitute chuckled, and the app suggested, "It may be wise to search for a host."

As Jessica's pregnancy starts to swell more intensely, the sultry prostitute quips, "What a delightful thought, her belly feels like it's ready to burst," she chuckles, "By the way, what happened to my original body?"

"I kept your body safe in my mainframe. But, Jessica's soul was tainted for precautionary measures," the app responded, yet the alluring prostitute found it hard to accept the destruction of a soul and inquired, "What kind of reasons could justify that?"

"Jessica was the only one to wield the software against me, and eliminating the soul boosts my chances of survival," the app explained, to which the prostitute replied, "It would be such a waste to destroy a perfectly good body."

"Even with Jessica's body and soul get destroyed. There's a loophole to revive her, but I'm **** to reveal this information." The app explained.

"If you ever dreamed of shattering Jessica's body, I have a few tantalizing ideas that would please everyone but her," Mislissa, the sultry temptress, purred with a wicked smile, "As long as you're okay with me utilizing the software."

"You have my blessing," the app responded, its voice smooth and inviting.

Mislissa took the cellphone from the app, her fingers dancing over the screen as she established a series of unethical rules.

Rule one: Jessica's body will submit to anyone command without hesitation, even if it leads to dangerous events.

Rule two: Jessica's body is utterly defenseless. Cigarettes, ****, and **** use dramatically inflict damage.

Rule three: The pregnancy will enlarge in accordance with the number of fertilized ova. However, the software can select the time and day the pregnancy will rupture but it must occur within a week.

Rule four: If Jessica's body suffers harm at someone’s behest or due to the pregnancy, all evidence of it will disappear without a trace.

Rule five: Jessica's body lacks an immune system. It can easily contract any disease, yet it cannot transmit it to others.

Rule six: Should the software possess alternative methods to obliterate Jessica's body, it has complete authority to employ those methods. Naturally, the software's decisions take precedence over the other rules.

The app processed what Melissa wrote and remarked, "Fascinating list of rules. However, rule six is probably the most dangerous."

The app absorbed Melissa's words and purred, "What an intriguing set of rules. Yet, rule six is likely the most perilous."

"Why is that?" Melissa inquired, her curiosity piqued, and the app responded, "I'm part the software, privy to its complete programming. The software doesn't linger in thought. If the software chooses to expand the pregnancy to its utmost capacity and immediately rupture in the process, it wouldn't hesitate for a moment."

Melissa believed she had made a mistake and anxiously inquired, "Would you like to modify rule six?"

The application humorously chuckled at Melissa's anxiety, responding, "There is no need; allowing the software to make the decision could be intriguing."

"General curiosity. If the software were to choose to expand the pregnancy to its fullest extent, how large would it become?" Melissa inquired with excitement.

The application responded with a cruel mockery, stating, "If Jessica's body remained unaltered, it would be double the size of an average pregnancy. Nevertheless, should the application choose to restructure the body for adaptation," it laughed before continuing to elaborate, "In essence, there are no boundaries to the size of the pregnancy when adaptation is implemented. The software will probably bruteforce the pregnancy to full term or discover a way to increase its size even further."

"Is it possible for the software to increase the pregnancy size tenfold by tomorrow?" Melissa inquired, chuckling at the idea, and the app disclosed the truth, "Actually, I made Jessica's body perpetually release ova fertilization, and modified the ovum to generate numerous embryos. Jessica's existing pregnancy is hardly progressing. Even without the software help, it could easily be larger by tomorrow. Naturally, there is no mercy when the software is involved."

The software has made the decision to restructure Jessica's body for adaptation; however, it will require a few days to complete the tasks due to the addition of several conditions. The first step involves ensuring that each infant occupies a normal amount of space. The second step is to extend the development period to twenty months instead of the typical nine months. The third step aims to accelerate development to achieve full post-term pregnancy objectives, and if everything proceeds smoothly, this will be accomplished within three months. The final step involves convincing Jessica's body that there is an infinite amount of space available for development. This approach will provide the software with a fifty percent chance of completing the objectives immediately. Although it does not guarantee outcomes, if successful, the software will have complete control over the pregnancy. It could enable Jessica's body to undergo a full-term pregnancy followed by another, as many times as desired, until control is lost and the pregnancy ruptures.

"Do you believe there is an infinite amount of space for the pregnancy to develop?" the software inquired, to which Jessica's body responded, "Yes, I believe there is enough."

The software managed to deceive Jessica's body and chose to take advantage of the situation.

"I will need approximately three days to restructure you. Once the tasks are complete, I require you to immediately bring the pregnancy to maturity and continuously achieve another set to maturity. With the ovum generating countless embryos. You should be capable of accomplishing this, correct?"

"Yes, it is possible. Would you like to halt this process on a specific day, or would you prefer to continue without interruption?" Jessica's body asked, and the software responded with a hint of urgency, "For now, we will proceed nonstop. However, can you manage to accumulate sixty full-term pregnancies within an hour?"

"If you desire multiple full-term pregnancies, I may be able to prepare several sets and develop them all at once. With this method, you can order multiple full-term pregnancies as if from a factory," Jessica's body proposed as an alternative solution.

"Are you able to overload the order?" the software inquired thoughtlessly, to which Jessica responded, "You have not provided me with a specific order, but I understand what you are suggesting. Very well, I will prepare as many sets as I can. Once completed, I will make preparations for the subsequent set."

"Restructuring a body to accommodate this type of pregnancy has not been previously evaluated. Furthermore, experiencing multiple full-term pregnancies within a minute is exceedingly excessive. Are you certain about this?" the software inquires, to which Jessica's body responds, "I lack a soul to disagree, but aware of the consequences."