They got up and headed downstairs, Jason's legs still slightly shaky from the intensity of his orgasm. The
manager's suite was connected to the store by a private staircase, and they emerged into the back area
where the break room and offices were located.
Jessica immediately took charge of breakfast, moving around the small kitchen with practiced efficiency.
She pulled out eggs, bacon, bread, and various other ingredients, humming softly to herself as she
worked. Rachel helped, though her contribution was limited to making toast—she seemed content to let
Jessica handle the more complex cooking.
Jason sat at the small table and watched them work, enjoying the domestic scene. It was strange how
quickly this had all become normal. Just two days ago, he'd been on Earth, grinding away at a job he
hated, going home to an empty apartment. Now he was in a fantasy world, watching two beautiful
pregnant women make him breakfast in a store he managed, after waking up to the best blowjob of his
life.
"How do you like your eggs?" Jessica called over her shoulder.
"Scrambled is fine," Jason replied.
"Coming right up."
They ate breakfast together, the conversation light and easy. Rachel talked about some ideas she had for
the lingerie department, ways to display the merchandise that would catch customers' eyes. Jessica
mentioned that they'd need to do inventory soon, make sure they were stocked up on the most popular
items.
Jason listened and contributed where appropriate, but mostly he just enjoyed being with them. The food
was good—Jessica was an excellent cook—and the company was even better.
After breakfast, they took care of their morning routines. Jason brushed his teeth, took a quick shower,
and got dressed in one of the manager uniforms that had appeared in his closet. The clothes fit perfectly,
as always, showing off his physique without being too obvious about it.
Jessica had to change completely since he'd destroyed her clothes the day before, but she didn't seem to
mind. She emerged from the bedroom in a fresh uniform, her blonde hair pulled back in a neat ponytail,
looking professional and beautiful.
By the time they were ready, it was 7:25 AM. Time to open the store.
Jason unlocked the front doors at exactly 7:30, and customers began trickling in almost immediately. At
first, it was just a few early shoppers—people who needed to grab something before work or who just
preferred to shop when the store was less crowded.
But as Jason stood near the entrance, greeting customers and directing them to various departments, he
suddenly realized something that made him stop in his tracks.
These weren't all humans.Oh, there were humans, certainly. But walking through his doors were also beings he'd only ever seen in
fantasy movies and games. A woman with pointed ears and features so perfect they seemed almost
unreal—an elf, he realized, his mind flashing back to Mercurio's dream. She was tall and graceful, moving
with a fluid elegance that made everyone around her seem clumsy by comparison. Her hair was silver-
white and fell to her waist in a straight curtain, and her eyes were a violet color that definitely didn't exist
in nature back on Earth.
She smiled at Jason as she passed, and he felt the full force of his Owner's Aura hit her. Her eyes
widened, her pupils dilating, and a flush spread across her pale cheeks. She bit her lower lip, her gaze
traveling down his body and back up with obvious appreciation.
"Good morning," she said, her voice like music. "What a... lovely store you have."
"Thank you," Jason managed, his own arousal spiking at the way she was looking at him. "Let me know if
you need any help finding anything."
"Oh, I will," she purred, and there was no mistaking the invitation in her tone.
She walked deeper into the store, and Jason watched her go, his mind reeling. An actual elf. A real,
honest-to-god elf had just flirted with him.
And she wasn't the only one.
A group of women entered next, and Jason's brain struggled to categorize them. They were shorter than
humans, maybe five feet tall, with delicate features and an otherworldly quality that made them seem like
they weren't quite solid. Their skin had a faint luminescence, and when they moved, he could swear he
saw sparkles of light trailing behind them.
Fae, he realized. These were fae, beings of magic and mystery.
They all turned to look at him as they entered, and he saw their eyes go wide. They started whispering to
each other, giggling and making what could only be described as heart eyes at him. One of them, a
brunette with wings that shimmered like dragonfly wings, actually blew him a kiss.
"Thank you for having such a wonderful store, sir," she said, her voice breathy. "We'll definitely be
shopping here regularly."
"Please do," Jason said, finding his voice. "We're here to serve."
More customers flooded in, and Jason found himself surrounded by diversity he'd never imagined. There
were more elves—some with dark skin and white hair, others with golden skin and features that seemed
to glow with inner light. There were women with scales on their arms and necks, their eyes slit like
reptiles. There were women with fur on their forearms and pointed ears like cats or foxes. There were
women who looked mostly human except for small details—unusual eye colors, slightly pointed teeth,
nails that were more like claws.
And they all reacted to him the same way. The moment they got close enough for his Owner's Aura to
affect them, their expressions would change. Pupils dilating. Breathing quickening. Cheeks flushing.
They'd look at him with hunger and desire, with a need that went beyond simple attraction.
They wanted him. Wanted his babies. Wanted his approval and his touch.
Jason moved through the store in a daze, helping customers find what they needed, answering
questions, making recommendations. Every interaction was charged with sexual tension. Women would
find excuses to touch him—brushing against his arm, placing a hand on his chest, standing just a little too
close. They'd thank him profusely for his help, their voices breathy and their eyes promising things that
made his cock strain against his pants.A wood elf with green-tinted skin and hair like autumn leaves asked him to help her reach something on a
high shelf. When he did, she pressed herself against his back, her breasts soft against him, and breathed
in his scent with a soft moan.
"You smell amazing," she whispered. "Like... like home and safety and everything I've ever wanted."
A fae woman with silver hair and eyes like starlight asked him about the store's return policy, but she
spent the entire conversation staring at his crotch, licking her lips unconsciously.
A human woman with obvious magical talent—he could see the power crackling around her fingers—
asked him to explain the difference between two similar products, but she kept leaning forward to give
him a view down her shirt, her ample cleavage on full display.
It was overwhelming and intoxicating in equal measure.
Jason found himself getting hard repeatedly throughout the morning, his cock straining against his pants
as he dealt with customer after customer who all wanted him. He had to excuse himself twice to adjust
himself in the bathroom, trying to will his erection down so he could continue working.
But it was impossible. The combination of his Owner's Aura, his natural charisma, and the sheer variety of
beautiful women from different races all wanting him was too much. By mid-morning, he'd given up trying
to hide it. His bulge was obvious, and the customers noticed. If anything, it seemed to make them want
him more.
Jason was helping a customer in the home goods section—a dark elf with purple-tinted skin and white
hair who kept finding excuses to bend over in front of him—when he felt a tug on his uniform shirt.
He looked down and found himself staring at a woman who barely came up to his waist.
She was tiny—maybe three and a half feet tall—but perfectly proportioned. Her features were cute rather
than beautiful, with a round face, button nose, and large expressive eyes that were a warm brown color.
Her hair was chestnut brown and curly, pulled back in a messy bun with several strands escaping to
frame her face. She had a curvy figure despite her small size, with full breasts and wide hips that her
simple dress did little to hide.
A halfling, Jason realized. This was a halfling.
She looked up at him with a shy but interested expression, her cheeks already flushed from being close
to him. "Hello, sir," she said softly, her voice higher-pitched than a human woman's but pleasant. "Can
you help me? I need some items but can't find them."
Jason felt his cock twitch at the sight of her. She was adorable, and the way she was looking at him—with
such obvious desire despite her shyness—made him want to pick her up and carry her somewhere
private immediately.
"Of course," he said, smiling down at her. "I'd be happy to help. What do you need?"
She pulled out a small list from her bag, squinting at it. "Um, I need a new set of kitchen towels, some
lavender soap, and... oh, a new blanket for my bed. Mine got ruined in a washing accident."
"I can definitely help you find all of those," Jason said. "Follow me."
They walked through the store together, and Jason had to slow his pace considerably to match her
shorter stride. She walked beside him, occasionally glancing up at him with those big brown eyes, and he
could see her working up the courage to say something.
"So," she finally said as they headed toward the home goods section, "you're the new manager? I heard
about you from my friends. They said you were... impressive.""Did they?" Jason asked, amused. "What else did they say?"
She blushed deeper, the color spreading down her neck. "That you're very handsome. And very... well-
endowed." She said the last part in a whisper, like she was embarrassed to even mention it.
"Your friends are very observant," Jason said, grinning.
"I can see that," she said, her eyes flicking down to the obvious bulge in his pants before darting away. "I
mean—I didn't mean to look—I just—"
"It's okay," Jason said, finding her flustered state endearing. "I don't mind you looking."
They found the kitchen towels first, and Jason helped her pick out a set in a soft yellow color that she
liked. As they walked to the bath section for the soap, she grew bolder in her flirtation.
"Do you like working here?" she asked, looking up at him.
"I love it," Jason said honestly. "Best job I've ever had."
"I bet the customers love you," she said, her voice taking on a slightly sultry tone. "I know I do. I mean—I
love the store. And you. I mean—" She groaned in frustration. "I'm not usually this bad at flirting."
Jason laughed, charmed by her awkwardness. "You're doing fine. Better than fine, actually."
They found the lavender soap, and she insisted on opening one to smell it, holding it up to her nose and
inhaling deeply. "Mmm, this is perfect. I love lavender. It's supposed to be relaxing, you know? Good for...
bedtime activities."
The way she said it made it clear she wasn't just talking about sleeping.
Finally, they headed to the bedding section to find her a new blanket. She looked through the options,
occasionally asking Jason's opinion, and he found himself enjoying the simple domesticity of helping her
shop. But the sexual tension was building with every passing moment. He could see it in the way she kept
glancing at him, in the way her breathing had quickened, in the way she'd find excuses to brush against
him.
When she finally selected a soft blue blanket, she turned to him with a determined expression. "Jason,"
she said, her voice stronger now, "I need to be honest with you. I didn't just come here to shop."
"No?" Jason asked, though he already knew where this was going.
"No." She stepped closer, craning her neck to look up at him. "I came here because I wanted to meet you.
Because I've been thinking about you since I heard about you yesterday. Because I..." She took a deep
breath. "Because I want you."
Jason felt his cock harden fully at her words. "Is that so?"
She nodded, her eyes locked on his. "I know I'm small. I know you probably have lots of women throwing
themselves at you. But I want you to know that I'm interested. Very interested. And if you're willing..." She
reached up, her small hand pressing against the bulge in his pants, feeling the hard length of him through
the fabric. "I want you to break my pussy with that huge rod."
Jason's breath caught at her boldness, at the feeling of her small hand on his cock.
She smiled up at him, her shyness completely gone now. "My name is Flena, by the way."
Jason didn't hesitate. He reached down and gently picked her up by her arms, lifting her until they were
face to face. She was so light, so small in his hands, and the surprised delight on her face made his heart
race."Are you sure?" he asked, looking into her eyes. "And right now?"
Flena's face lit up with pure joy at being lifted, at being held at his eye level like she weighed nothing. "Oh
my gods, dear, yes! A thousand times yes! Make my belly bulge with your cock and seed!"
That was all the confirmation Jason needed. He shifted his grip, one arm under her knees and the other
supporting her back, carrying her in a princess carry. She weighed almost nothing, and she immediately
wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her face against his chest.
"This is amazing," she breathed. "I've never been carried like this before. You're so strong."
Jason headed toward his office, his mind already racing with anticipation. But as he approached the
hallway that led to the manager's suite, he noticed something new. There was a door he hadn't seen
before, positioned between his office and the suite entrance. Above it, in elegant script, was a sign that
read: MANAGER'S PLAYROOM.
Jason immediately knew which god was responsible for this addition. He sent a silent thank you to
Mercurio as he approached the door.
"What's that?" Flena asked, looking at the sign.
"Somewhere private," Jason said, reaching for the handle while still holding her. "Somewhere we won't be
disturbed."
He opened the door and stepped inside, and the room came to life around them.
Soft lighting bloomed from hidden sources, creating a warm, intimate atmosphere. Candles flickered to
life along the walls, their flames casting dancing shadows. The room was large—maybe thirty feet square
—and dominated by a massive bed in the center. But that wasn't all. Around the perimeter of the room
were various pieces of furniture and equipment that made the room's purpose crystal clear.
There was a padded bench with restraint points. A swing suspended from the ceiling. A chaise lounge
positioned at the perfect angle. Shelves lined with toys and accessories of every description. Mirrors on
the walls and ceiling. Everything someone could possibly need for any kind of sexual activity they could
imagine.
"Oh my," Flena breathed, looking around with wide eyes. "This is..."
"Perfect," Jason finished, carrying her toward the bed.
He set her down gently on the edge of the mattress, and she looked up at him with a mixture of
nervousness and excitement. "Jason," she said softly, "I need to tell you something. This is my second
time. My first was with a man of my race, and it was... nice. But I've been dreaming about something
more. Someone bigger. Someone who could make me feel..." She trailed off, biting her lip. "By my
request, can you make love to me missionary? I want to see your face. I want to watch you as you take
me."
Jason's heart clenched at the vulnerability in her voice. "Of course," he said, cupping her cheek.
"Whatever you want, Flena."
He leaned down and kissed her, and she responded immediately, her small hands coming up to grip his
shirt. Her lips were soft and sweet, and she kissed him with an enthusiasm that made up for any lack of
experience. Jason took his time, letting the kiss build slowly, his tongue sliding against hers, swallowing
her soft moans.
When he finally pulled back, they were both breathing hard. Flena's eyes were glazed with desire, her
cheeks flushed a deep red.
"Help me undress you," Jason said, and she nodded eagerly.She stood on the bed, which brought her closer to his height, and together they worked to remove her
clothes. Her dress came off first, revealing a simple cotton bra and panties underneath. Jason unhooked
her bra, and her breasts spilled free—they were large for her frame, probably C-cups, with dusky pink
nipples that were already hard with arousal.
"Beautiful," Jason murmured, cupping them gently. They filled his hands perfectly, and when he brushed
his thumbs over her nipples, she gasped and arched into his touch.
Her panties came off next, revealing a neatly trimmed patch of brown curls and a pussy that was already
glistening with wetness. Jason could smell her arousal, sweet and musky, and it made his cock throb with
need.
"Your turn," Flena said, her voice breathy. She helped him remove his shirt, her small hands exploring his
chest and abs with obvious appreciation. "You're so muscular," she breathed. "So perfect."
His pants came next, and when his cock finally sprung free, Flena's eyes went wide. She'd known it was
big—she'd felt it through his pants—but seeing it was something else entirely. Thirteen and a half inches
of thick, hard cock, the head already glistening with precum.
"Oh my gods," she whispered, reaching out to touch it with trembling fingers. "It's... you're huge. How is
that going to fit inside me?"
"It'll fit," Jason assured her, though he was wondering the same thing. She was so small, so tight. But his
abilities would make sure she could take him, that she'd feel pleasure instead of pain.
Jason remembered Mercurio's gift—the ability to make his cock even bigger. For a moment, he
considered it, imagining what it would be like to be two feet long, to really stretch her. But looking at
Flena's small body, at the mixture of excitement and nervousness on her face, he decided to keep it at its
current size. There would be time to experiment with that ability later, with partners who could handle
more.
"Lay back," he said gently, and Flena obeyed, scooting back on the bed until she was in the center.
She raised her legs, grabbing her calves and pulling them back toward her chest, presenting herself to
him completely. Her pussy was on full display, pink and wet and so small that Jason's breath caught. She
looked up at him with such trust, such desire, that it made his chest tight.
"Break me," she said, her voice strong despite her nervousness. "Own me. Make me your cock puppet,
sir. Please! I want your baby!"
Jason positioned himself between her legs, his cock in hand, lining up the head with her entrance. She
was so wet that he could feel her arousal coating his tip, but she was also incredibly tight. He pushed
forward slowly, carefully, watching her face for any sign of discomfort.
The head of his cock breached her entrance, and Flena's eyes went wide. "Oh," she gasped. "Oh gods,
you're so big. So thick."
"Breathe," Jason instructed, holding still to let her adjust. "Just breathe and relax."
She nodded, taking deep breaths, and Jason felt her body start to relax around him. He pushed forward
another inch, then another, going slowly, letting her stretch to accommodate him. Her pussy was like a
vice, gripping him so tightly that it was almost painful, but the heat and wetness were incredible.
"More," Flena whimpered. "Give me more. I can take it."
Jason pushed deeper, and deeper still, watching as inch after inch of his cock disappeared inside her
small body. He could see her stomach starting to bulge, the outline of his cock visible through her skin,
and the sight was so erotic that he had to grit his teeth to keep from cumming right then."Almost there," he said, his voice strained. "Just a little more."
With one final push, he hilted himself completely inside her, his pelvis pressed against hers, every inch of
his thirteen and a half inches buried in her tight heat. The bulge in her stomach was pronounced now,
clearly visible, and Flena's eyes had rolled back in her head.
"Oh fuck," she moaned. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck—"
Her whole body convulsed, and Jason realized she was cumming just from him entering her fully. Her
pussy clamped down on him like a fist, rippling and squeezing, and her back arched off the bed. Her
mouth fell open, her tongue lolling out in a perfect ahegao expression—eyes rolled back, tongue out,
completely fucked stupid from pleasure.
"AHHHHH!" she screamed, her voice high and desperate. "So full! So fucking full! I can feel you in my
throat!"
Jason held still, letting her ride out her orgasm, watching in fascination as she shook and trembled
beneath him. When she finally started to come down, her eyes focused on him again, glazed with
pleasure.
"That was..." she panted. "I've never... just from you putting it in..."
"I'm going to start moving now," Jason warned, and she nodded eagerly.
He pulled back slowly, watching his cock emerge from her body, coated in her juices. The bulge in her
stomach decreased as he withdrew, then grew again as he pushed back in. He started a steady rhythm,
not too fast, letting her get used to the sensation of being so completely filled.
"Yes," Flena moaned, her hands gripping the sheets. "Yes, just like that. Oh gods, I can feel every inch of
you. You're stretching me so much."
Jason increased his pace gradually, his hips moving in a steady rhythm, and Flena's moans grew louder.
The wet sounds of their fucking filled the room, along with the slap of skin on skin. Every thrust made the
bulge in her stomach more pronounced, and Jason couldn't stop watching it, couldn't stop marveling at
how her small body was taking all of him.
"Harder," Flena suddenly gasped, her eyes locking on his. "I need—I need—"
She took a deep, heaving breath, and when she spoke again, her voice was desperate and demanding:
"Fuck me ROUGH, sir!"
Jason hesitated, looking at the massive bulge in her stomach, worried about hurting her. But she was
clearly loving it, her pussy was dripping wet, and his abilities would keep her safe. He made his decision.
He increased his pace, his hips snapping forward with more force, driving into her harder and faster.
Flena's eyes rolled back again, and she screamed in pleasure, her whole body jerking with each powerful
thrust.
"YES!" she cried. "Yes, yes, yes! Fuck me! Break me! Use me!"
Jason gripped her hips, using them as leverage to pull her onto his cock with each thrust. The bulge in
her stomach was obscene now, moving visibly with each stroke, and Flena was completely lost to
pleasure. Drool ran from the corner of her mouth, her tongue still lolling out, and her eyes were
unfocused.
"More, sir!" she screamed, and then she was cumming again, her pussy clamping down on him so hard it
almost hurt. "MORE!"Jason fucked her through her orgasm, not slowing down, and she immediately built toward another one.
Her screams were incoherent now, just wordless cries of pleasure, and her body was shaking
continuously.
"Give me your babies!" she managed to scream between orgasms. "Fill me! Breed me! Make me yours!"
She came again, and again, each orgasm seeming to blend into the next until she was in a constant state
of climax. Jason felt his own orgasm building, his balls tightening, pleasure coiling at the base of his
spine.
"I'm going to cum," he growled, his teeth clenched. "I'm going to fill you so fucking full, Flena."
"Yes!" she screamed. "Do it! Cum in me! Give me everything!"
Jason thrust deep one final time, burying himself to the hilt, and his orgasm hit him like a tidal wave. His
cock pulsed, shooting rope after rope of thick cum directly into her womb. The amount was massive—far
more than any normal man could produce—and he could feel her stomach starting to swell as he filled
her.
Flena's eyes went wide, then rolled back again as she felt the hot flood of his seed. "So much," she
whimpered. "So much cum. You're filling me so full."
Jason kept cumming, his cock pulsing again and again, and Flena's stomach continued to expand. It
grew rounder and rounder, bulging outward until she looked six or seven months pregnant with twins. Her
skin was stretched tight over her distended belly, and when Jason finally stopped cumming and pulled out
slowly, not a single drop leaked out. She was so tight that his cum was completely sealed inside her.
He collapsed on the bed beside her, his chest heaving, his body covered in sweat. Flena lay there
motionless except for her rapid breathing, her eyes closed, a blissed-out smile on her face. Her hands
moved to her swollen belly, touching it gently, feeling the warmth of his seed inside her.
They lay there for about fifteen minutes, both recovering from the intensity of what had just happened.
Jason's cock was still hard—his Endless Stamina meant he could go again immediately if he wanted—but
he was content to just rest and enjoy the afterglow.
Finally, Flena stirred. She sat up slowly, carefully, her movements awkward with her newly swollen belly.
She looked down at herself, at the massive bulge that made her look heavily pregnant, and her eyes filled
with tears.
"Flena?" Jason asked, concerned. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"