Jamal does...

While you wait for one of the two men who tried to forcibly implant you with a womb and then **** you, forcibly impregnating you, you mix some of the super strong **** that Evan made for you that you could use to slowly make them become devoted to you into two bottles of water.

Just as you finish the second bottle, your phone buzzes to let you know of movement in the dungeon. You had connected the cameras wirelessly to an app that a friend of yours (a fellow top) who studied computer science was able to set up for you. Grabbing the first bottle, you make your way down to the dungeon, trying not to laugh as you see Jamal trying desperately to break the chains.

"I'm gonna fucking KILL YOU!"

"Bitch, please! If you could have done that, you wouldn't have wasted your time plotting with my dad and LeShawn to try to fucking **** AND BREED ME!"

Jamal's head straightened up as he saw that you knew about the plan. It was at that point he felt a dull ache in his stomach.

"W-What have you done to me...?"

"Well, you see turnaround is fair play! I just happened to hear about your plan to give me the Daniels Injection so..."

"B-But you can't..."

"Oh, because you measured up when you went to the doctor's office. Well, you see, the funny thing is that, well, there was a mistake made. You see your 12" measurement was mis-measured by roughly 8", your true measurement is actually 4 inches."

Jamal tries to stay composed but can't help a tear falling down his cheek.

"B-But my medical file says..."

"It's already been corrected. That dull ache in your gut? Your new womb!"

Jamal openly wept as his new situation sunk in.

"Hey, hey. Don't cry, here, take a sip of this water."

You helped Jamal drink the water, watching him gulp down the whole bottle with a smile on your face.