Morty stepped out of the garage, the familiar sights of the living room hitting his eyes—Summer sprawled on the couch with her phone, Beth curled up with a magazine, the TV blaring some mindless reality show.
"Hey, Morty," Summer called out without looking up from her phone. "You've been in the garage for hours. What were you doing?"
Morty paused, his mind quickening—calculating the best lie. The Breeder Essence's influence was still lingering in the back of his thoughts, but his Ultimate Mind had already formed a plausible cover story.
"Just... messing around with some science stuff, Summer," he said smoothly, casual. "Got carried away with an experiment. Nothing to worry about."
Beth glanced up, raising an eyebrow. "You smell different. And why are you buttoning your shirt like that?" She had that all-knowing mom-expression—like she could see through walls. Morty felt a brief spike of panic before his Ultimate Mind kicked in.
"Just testing a cologne-like substance," he lied, adjusting his collar. "It's supposed to mask portal residue."
Beth bought the explanation, turning back to her magazine. "Well, it smells better than portal residue," she said with a small laugh. Summer didn't even look up from her phone. Morty let out a quiet breath, realizing how close he'd come to getting caught.
Morty slid into his regular seat, grabbing a nearby controller to act nonchalant. His mind was racing with the data from his experiment, the feeling of Reagan's body, the way the Breeder Essence had amplified everything.
Morty leaned against the couch, pretending to be engrossed in some mindless game, but his mind was already analyzing his results. The Breeder Essence had performed perfectly—maximizing pleasure while completely neutralizing any pregnancy risk. Another successful experiment. He just needed to keep his cover and act normal around his family.
"So, Morty," Summer said, finally looking up from her phone.
"You've been acting weird today," Summer observed, narrowing her eyes suspiciously. Beth looked up from her magazine, giving Morty her full attention. Morty's Ultimate Mind immediately began crafting a response, analyzing their body language for signs of suspicion. "I'm fine, Summer,"
"Just... you know, science stuff," Morty added quickly, trying to deflect. Summer raised an eyebrow but didn't press further. Beth seemed to accept the explanation too, going back to her magazine. Morty felt a wave of relief wash over him—his cover was still intact. For now.As the evening wore on, Morty found himself growing increasingly distracted. Every time he blinked, he saw flashes of Reagan's face, heard her moans echoing in his mind. The Breeder Essence was slowly wearing off, but the memories of their encounter lingered, vivid and intense.
Morty's mind raced with cold, calculating thoughts. Normal humans couldn't keep up with his demands—they burned out after one round, practically collapsing. If he wanted to continue experimenting, he needed better subjects. Someone who could actually withstand his pace and the Breeder Essence's intense amplification.
And he knew exactly where to find such a candidate.
Mary Jane Watson.
Morty's mind was made up. He'd portal to the Spider-Man universe tonight, grab Mary Jane, and bring her back for testing. She was perfect—desperate enough to sleep with her best friend for a role, proving she had no real morals or standards.
Morty glanced at the clock, his cold calculations already complete. Tonight, he'd portal to the Spider-Man universe. Target: Mary Jane Watson. Motivation: Desperation, weak morals, zero loyalty—she'd fuck anyone for a career boost. She was perfect fodder for his experiments.
And while he was there...
He'd secure the Venom symbiote.
Morty's plan was set. He'd grab Mary Jane, use her for his breeding experiments, and while he was at it, steal the Venom symbiote to create his own armor. Spider-Man's powers would be a nice bonus too—speed, strength, agility.
"Hey, I'm gonna head to bed early," Morty announced suddenly, standing up.
Summer scoffed. "Bed? At 8 PM?"
Morty shrugged. "Science all day takes it out of you," he said flatly, already heading toward the basement. Once down there, he pulled out his portal gun, typing in the coordinates for the Amazing Spider-Man universe.
Morty checked his equipment—portal gun, Breeder Essence ready for reprogramming, and a hidden compartment for the Venom symbiote. His cold mind analyzed the mission: grab Mary Jane Watson, secure the symbiote, maybe pick up some Spider-Man powers. The inhabitants of that universe meant nothing to him—just specs of dust in the grand scheme of the Multiverse.
He activated the portal.
The portal opened with a familiar swirl of colors, revealing the bustling city of New York in the Amazing Spider-Man universe. Morty stepped through, his expression stern and focused. He knew exactly where to find Mary Jane Watson—she was probably at home, scheming her next move to advance her acting career.
Morty quickly navigated the city, using his Ultimate Mind to avoid any encounters with Spider-Man or other heroes. He reached Mary Jane's apartment building and picked the lock with ease. Inside her apartment, he found her on the couch, flipping through a script and muttering lines to herself. She didn't even notice him enter.
Morty watched silently as Mary Jane rehearsed her lines, his cold eyes scanning her body. She was perfect for his experiments—beautiful, desperate, and clearly willing to sacrifice anything for her career. He stepped closer, activating the Breeder Essence, an invisible cloud of hormones going towards her.
The Breeder Essence surrounded Mary Jane, its invisible tendrils enveloping her. She suddenly stopped rehearsing, her eyes glazing over as the hormones took effect. She looked up, seeing Morty for the first time, but instead of fear or surprise, there was only desire.
"Who... what..." she mumbled, dropping her script. The Breeder Essence was already reprogramming her mind—making her see Morty not as a stranger, but as someone irresistible. His handsome features, commanding presence—everything about him screamed dominance. And she, desperate for attention, for a break in her career—would do anything. Even fuck a stranger.
"I'm Morty," he said simply, watching her pupils dilate with lust. She stood up slowly, her body moving toward him like she was in a trance. The Breeder Essence had done its job perfectly—she was putty in his hands now.
Mary Jane's legs parted slightly as she stepped closer to him, completely unaware of the Breeder Essence's full effect. She saw Morty's calm demeanor, his suit and tie—everything about him screamed power and success. She quickly straightened her skirt, trying to present herself professionally. "How can I help you?" she asked with a practiced smile.
Morty smiled coldly, watching the Breeder Essence work its magic. She was still trying to be professional, but her breathing was already shallow, her nipples hardening under her thin blouse. The hormones were making her desperately crave his attention, his touch, his cum.
"Mary Jane Watson," he said smoothly, stepping closer. "I've heard you'd do anything for your career."
Her eyes widened slightly at his recognition, her professional smile widening into a genuine one—flirtatious and hungry. "You've heard right," she said softly, stepping closer until their bodies nearly touched. The Breeder Essence was making her bolder than usual. "Anything."
Morty's hand reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her even closer. He leaned in close to her ear, whispering, "I have a proposition for you. Something that could really boost your career." The Breeder Essence was pumping out pheromones that made her brain fog up with lust.
She shivered against him, pressing herself closer. "Tell me," she breathed, her fingers gripping his shirt. "I'll do whatever you want."
Morty's cold eyes narrowed with satisfaction. Perfect. No struggle. No resistance. Just a desperate woman willing to sell her body for a chance at fame.
"Good girl,"