The soft light of Wedingday morning filtered through the curtains of Jason's bedroom, casting gentle
shadows across the walls. He stirred slowly, consciousness returning in gradual waves as the scent of
something delicious pulled him from sleep. Bacon. Eggs. The rich, savory aroma of breakfast being
prepared with care.
Jason opened his eyes, blinking away the last vestiges of sleep. His fourth day on Gerra. It still felt surreal
sometimes, waking up in this world, in this body, with these incredible abilities and the women who had so
quickly become part of his life. He stretched, feeling the powerful muscles of his enhanced physique flex
and relax, then swung his legs out of bed.
The hardwood floor was cool beneath his feet as he stood, wearing only a pair of loose sleeping pants.
He could hear the faint sounds of movement from downstairs—the store would be opening soon, his third
day of operations at Mercees Department Store. But first, apparently, Hannah had decided to take care of
breakfast.
Jason made his way to the small kitchen area of his living quarters, following the enticing smells. What he
found made him smile.
Hannah stood at the stove, her blonde hair pulled back in a practical ponytail, wearing a simple but
flattering dress that hugged her curves. She was humming softly to herself as she worked, completely
absorbed in her task. When she heard his footsteps, she turned, her face lighting up with a warm smile.
"Good morning, Jason," she said, her voice carrying that mixture of affection and respect that had
become familiar. "I hope you don't mind—I wanted to make you something special before we opened
today."
"Mind? This smells amazing," Jason replied, moving closer. The kitchen was small but well-appointed,
and Hannah had clearly made herself at home. "What's the occasion?"
"No occasion," Hannah said, turning back to the stove where she was assembling something on a plate.
"I just... I wanted to do something nice for you. You've done so much for all of us."
She turned around, holding a plate with what looked like a breakfast sandwich—eggs, melted cheese,
and crispy bacon between two slices of what appeared to be fresh bread. The sight made Jason's mouth
water.
"Sit, sit," Hannah insisted, gesturing to the small table. "Enjoy it while it's hot."Jason did as instructed, settling into one of the chairs. Hannah set the plate down in front of him with a
flourish, then turned back to retrieve something else. She returned with a small plate of sliced fruit—
Aggles, this world's equivalent of apples, their flesh a slightly more golden hue than Earth apples but with
a similar crisp appearance.
"There," Hannah said with satisfaction, setting down the fruit plate. "A proper breakfast for a proper man."
Jason picked up the sandwich, taking a bite. The flavors exploded across his tongue—the eggs were
perfectly cooked, fluffy and rich, the cheese melted to perfection, the bacon crispy with just the right
amount of salt and smoke. He made an appreciative sound.
"Hannah, this is incredible," he said after swallowing. "You didn't have to go to all this trouble."
"It's no trouble at all," Hannah replied, but there was something in her voice, a slight hesitation, a hint of
something more. She stood beside the table, watching him eat with an expression that was part
satisfaction, part... anticipation?
Jason took another bite, chewing thoughtfully as he watched her. Hannah shifted her weight from one
foot to the other, her hands clasped in front of her. She seemed to be working up the courage to say
something.
"Jason," she finally said, her voice softer now. "I... I had a different idea for how you might enjoy your
breakfast this morning."
He raised an eyebrow, setting down the sandwich. "Oh?"
Hannah's cheeks flushed slightly, but her eyes held a determined gleam. Without another word, she
moved closer, then gracefully sank to her knees beside his chair. Her hands came to rest on his thighs,
warm even through the fabric of his sleeping pants.
"I thought," she said, her voice dropping to a husky whisper, "that you might enjoy a different kind of...
appetizer."
Jason felt a surge of heat through his body, his enhanced libido responding immediately to her proximity,
her touch, her intent. He could see the desire in her eyes, the genuine eagerness to please him, to
worship him in the way that had become so natural in this world.
"Hannah," he said, his voice rougher now. "You don't have to—"
"I want to," she interrupted, her hands sliding higher on his thighs. "Please, Jason. Let me do this for you.
Let me show you how much I appreciate everything you've done for me, for all of us."
There was no denying the sincerity in her voice, the genuine desire. Jason nodded slowly, and Hannah's
face lit up with a brilliant smile. Her hands moved to the waistband of his sleeping pants, and he lifted his
hips slightly to help her slide them down.
His cock, already hardening from her proximity and intent, sprang free. Even in its semi-erect state, it was
impressive—fourteen and a half inches of thick, powerful masculinity. Hannah's eyes widened slightly, as
they always did when confronted with his size, and she licked her lips unconsciously.
"So beautiful," she whispered, almost reverently. "So perfect."
She shifted position, moving to kneel between his legs under the table. The position gave her perfect
access, and she wasted no time in beginning her worship.
Hannah started with his balls, cupping them gently in both hands. They were heavy, full, each one larger
than a chicken egg and packed with the supernatural virility that came with Jason's enhanced body. She
lifted them carefully, feeling their weight, then leaned in to press a soft kiss to the sensitive skin."Mmm," she hummed, the vibration sending pleasant tingles through Jason's groin. "So full. So heavy."
She kissed them again, then again, covering every inch of his sack with soft, reverent kisses. Her tongue
darted out, licking along the seam, tracing the contours with obvious pleasure. Jason let out a low groan,
his hand coming down to rest on her head, fingers threading through her blonde hair.
"That's good, Hannah," he murmured. "Keep going."
Encouraged, Hannah increased her efforts. She took one of his balls into her mouth, sucking gently, her
tongue swirling around it. The sensation was exquisite—warm, wet, and incredibly intimate. She released
it with a soft pop, then moved to the other, giving it the same loving attention.
Jason's cock was fully hard now, standing proud and thick, the head already glistening with precum. It
bobbed slightly with each beat of his heart, demanding attention, but Hannah seemed content to focus on
his balls for now. She alternated between them, sucking, licking, kissing, worshipping them with single-
minded devotion.
"You taste so good," she murmured between licks. "So masculine. So powerful."
She pressed her face against his sack, inhaling deeply, breathing in his scent. The enhanced
pheromones that were part of Jason's abilities filled her senses, making her head swim with desire and
submission. She moaned softly, the sound muffled against his skin.
After several minutes of this exquisite torture, Hannah finally turned her attention to his shaft. She started
at the base, pressing soft kisses along the thick length, working her way up slowly. Her lips traced the
prominent veins that ran along his cock, following them like a roadmap to pleasure.
"So big," she whispered, her breath hot against his sensitive skin. "So thick. I love how it feels. I love how
it tastes."
She reached the head, and her tongue darted out to lap at the precum that had gathered there. The taste
made her moan—salty, musky, uniquely Jason. She swirled her tongue around the head, paying special
attention to the sensitive underside, that spot just below the crown that made Jason's hips jerk
involuntarily.
"Fuck, Hannah," Jason groaned, his grip on her hair tightening slightly. "That's perfect."
Hannah smiled around his cock, pleased by his reaction. She opened her mouth wider and began to take
him in, inch by inch. Her jaw stretched to accommodate his girth, and she had to relax her throat to take
him deeper. She'd had practice over the past few days, but his size was still a challenge—a delicious,
overwhelming challenge that she relished.
She made it about halfway down his shaft before she had to pull back, gasping for air. Saliva connected
her lips to his cock in glistening strands, and she looked up at him with watering eyes and a determined
expression.
"More," she said simply, then dove back down.
This time she pushed herself further, taking him deeper into her throat. She gagged slightly but didn't
stop, working through the reflex, determined to take as much of him as she could. Her hands came up to
grip the base of his shaft, stroking what she couldn't fit in her mouth, while her other hand returned to his
balls, massaging them gently.
Jason watched her work, his breathing growing heavier. The sight of Hannah's pretty face stretched
around his cock, her eyes watering but filled with determination and desire, was incredibly arousing. The
wet sounds of her sucking filled the small kitchen, obscene and beautiful at once.
Hannah established a rhythm, bobbing her head up and down, taking him as deep as she could with each
downward stroke. Her tongue worked constantly, swirling, licking, caressing every inch she could reach.Saliva dripped down his shaft, making everything slick and messy, and she used it as lubricant to stroke
him faster.
"That's it," Jason encouraged, his voice rough with pleasure. "Take it all, Hannah. Show me how much
you love my cock."
Hannah moaned around him, the vibrations adding another layer of sensation. She doubled her efforts,
sucking harder, moving faster. Her free hand slipped between her own legs, hiking up her dress to touch
herself through her panties. She was soaking wet, her arousal evident in the damp fabric.
Jason could feel his orgasm building, that familiar tightening in his balls, the pressure mounting. But he
held back, wanting to draw this out, wanting to enjoy every moment of Hannah's devoted worship. His
enhanced stamina meant he could last as long as he wanted, could hold off his release until the perfect
moment.
Hannah seemed to sense his control, and it only made her more eager. She pulled off his cock with a
gasp, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his shaft.
"Please," she panted, looking up at him with desperate eyes. "Please, Jason. I want it. I want your cum. I
want to taste it, to swallow it, to feel it fill me up."
"Keep going," Jason commanded, his voice firm. "Earn it."
Hannah whimpered with need but obeyed immediately. She went back to work with renewed vigor, her
mouth and hands working in perfect coordination. She alternated between deep-throating him as far as
she could and focusing on the head, her tongue flicking rapidly over the most sensitive spots.
She returned to his balls periodically, sucking them into her mouth one at a time, then both together,
stretching her jaw wide. She licked the space between his balls and his ass, that sensitive perineum that
made Jason groan with pleasure. She was thorough, worshipful, leaving no part of his manhood
unattended.
Minutes passed, then ten, then fifteen. Hannah was tireless in her devotion, her jaw aching but her
determination unwavering. She could feel Jason's cock throbbing in her mouth, could sense he was
getting close. Her own arousal had reached a fever pitch, her panties completely soaked through, her
pussy clenching around nothing.
"Hannah," Jason finally said, his voice strained. "I'm going to cum. Are you ready?"
Hannah pulled back just enough to speak, her hand still stroking his slick shaft rapidly. "Yes! Please,
Jason, give it to me! Fill my mouth, my throat, my belly! I want all of it!"
She opened her mouth wide, her tongue extended, presenting herself as a willing receptacle for his seed.
Jason groaned, his control finally slipping, and his orgasm crashed over him like a tidal wave.
The first spurt of cum shot out with incredible force, hitting the back of Hannah's throat and making her
gag slightly. But she held her position, swallowing quickly as more followed. And more. And more.
Jason's enhanced body produced an inhuman amount of cum, thick and potent, and it just kept coming.
Hannah swallowed as fast as she could, but it was too much. Cum overflowed from her mouth, dripping
down her chin, spattering on her dress. She pulled back slightly, letting some of it splash across her face,
marking her, claiming her.
Still Jason came, his balls pumping out what seemed like an endless supply of seed. Hannah aimed his
cock at her open mouth, trying to catch as much as she could, swallowing gulp after gulp. Her belly began
to swell visibly, filling with the sheer volume of cum she was consuming.
Finally, after what felt like minutes but was probably closer to thirty seconds, Jason's orgasm began to
subside. The spurts became weaker, then stopped altogether, leaving his cock still hard but satisfied forthe moment.
Hannah sat back on her heels, panting heavily. Her face was glazed with cum, her hair had streaks of it,
and her dress was splattered. But most impressively, her belly had swollen significantly, distended with
the massive load she'd swallowed. She looked almost pregnant, her normally flat stomach now rounded
and full.
She placed both hands on her swollen belly, rubbing it gently, and let out a long, satisfied burp. The
sound was unladylike but somehow endearing in its honesty.
"Thank you," she said, her voice hoarse but happy. "Thank you for the meal, Jason. That was...
incredible."
Jason chuckled, reaching down to help her to her feet. She swayed slightly, her belly heavy and full, but
she was smiling broadly.
"I wouldn't mind doing that every morning," Hannah said, then quickly added, "but I know I need to leave
time for the other women too. I don't want to be greedy."
"You're not greedy," Jason assured her, pulling her close for a kiss despite the cum still on her face.
"You're perfect. And that was an amazing way to start the day."
Hannah beamed at the praise, then glanced at the clock on the wall. "Oh! We should get cleaned up and
head downstairs. The store opens soon, and I'm sure the others are already preparing."
Jason nodded, releasing her. "Go get yourself cleaned up. I'll finish breakfast and meet you down there."
Hannah hurried off to the bathroom, her swollen belly making her movements slightly awkward but not
slowing her down much. Jason returned to his now-cold breakfast sandwich, but he didn't mind. He ate
quickly, washing it down with some water, then got himself cleaned up and dressed for the day.
The Morning Meeting
By the time Jason made it downstairs, the rest of his staff was already assembled in the main store area.
The morning light streamed through the large windows, illuminating the neatly organized departments and
displays. Everything looked perfect, ready for another day of business.
Jessica was checking the main register, her red hair pulled back in a professional bun. Selene was
adjusting some items in the grocery section, her movements graceful and efficient. Rachel stood at
register one, reviewing the day's expected inventory. Tina was near the outdoor and garden department,
making some last-minute adjustments to a display. And Kiana stood nervously at register two, her snake-
like features showing both excitement and anxiety.
Hannah emerged from the back, having changed into a fresh dress and cleaned herself up completely.
Her belly had already returned to its normal size, the supernatural nature of Jason's cum apparently being
absorbed or processed by her body in ways that defied normal biology.
"Good morning, everyone," Jason called out, his voice carrying easily across the store. "Could you all
gather around for a moment? I'd like to have a quick meeting before we open."
The women all converged on the central area, forming a loose semicircle around Jason. He looked at
each of them in turn, feeling a surge of genuine affection and pride. These women had become so
important to him in such a short time, and they'd all worked so hard to make Mercees a success.
"I just wanted to take a moment," Jason began, "to tell you all how happy I am to have you here. These
past few days have been incredible, and that's entirely because of your hard work, your dedication, and
your trust in me and in this vision we're building together."He saw smiles breaking out on their faces, saw the way they stood a little straighter, proud of the
recognition.
"Today is special for another reason," Jason continued, turning his attention to Kiana. "I want to formally
welcome Kiana as a full member of our staff and as my partner."
Kiana's eyes widened, her snake-like pupils dilating with emotion. Her scales seemed to shimmer slightly
in the morning light, reflecting her inner feelings.
"Kiana, you've already proven yourself to be hardworking, dedicated, and trustworthy," Jason said
warmly. "I'm honored to have you as part of this team, and I know you're going to do amazing things
here."
He paused, then added with a smile, "Good luck today. I know you're going to make me proud."
Kiana opened her mouth to respond, but emotion seemed to overwhelm her. Her words came out in a
nervous, excited stutter: "I love you sir—I mean thank you sir!"
Her hand flew to her mouth as soon as the words were out, her scales flushing with what might have
been a blush. The other women giggled softly, not unkindly, and Kiana looked mortified.
But Jason just looked at her with genuine endearment, his expression soft and understanding. "Why not
both?" he said gently. "I'm happy that you feel that way, Kiana. Really happy."
Kiana's embarrassment melted away, replaced by a look of pure joy. She made what Jason had come to
recognize as a "snake smile"—a small, subtle expression that was easy to miss if you weren't paying
attention, but which conveyed deep happiness. She nodded, unable to speak for a moment, then finally
managed a soft "Thank you" before hurrying to her position at register two.
"Alright everyone," Jason said, clapping his hands together. "Let's have a great day. Remember, we're not
just selling products—we're providing service, building relationships, and creating something special here
in Garria. I believe in all of you."
The women dispersed to their positions, energized and ready. Jason checked his pocket watch—a useful
item he'd purchased from a local shop—and saw it was 7:25 AM. Five minutes until opening.
He took a moment to walk through the store, checking that everything was in order. The grocery section
was fully stocked, with fresh produce gleaming under the lights. The clothing and accessories area—
which would soon have a dedicated department head—was neatly organized. The outdoor and garden
section, visible through the large doorway that led to that part of the store, looked inviting and well-
maintained.
At exactly 7:30 AM, Jason unlocked the front doors and flipped the sign to "OPEN."
A Smooth Morning
The first few hours of the day passed smoothly, almost effortlessly. Customers trickled in steadily, a mix of
regulars who had discovered Mercees over the past two days and new faces drawn by word of mouth or
simple curiosity.
Jason moved through the store, helping customers where he could. He assisted a young human woman
in finding the right size of a particular garment, explaining the store's return policy with patience and
clarity. He helped an elderly elf gentleman locate a specific type of tea in the grocery section, even
recommending a complementary blend that might suit his tastes.
Jessica was everywhere at once, it seemed, her natural efficiency and people skills making her
invaluable. She assisted customers with questions, helped restock items as they sold, and kept an eye on
the overall flow of the store. Her presence was calming and professional, and Jason noticed how
customers seemed to relax around her.At the registers, Rachel and Kiana worked diligently. Rachel was smooth and practiced, her movements
efficient as she rang up purchases and made small talk with customers. Kiana was more nervous, her
hands occasionally fumbling slightly, but she was improving with each transaction. Jason noticed how she
would glance over at Rachel periodically, learning from watching the more experienced woman work.
Around mid-morning, Jason observed a touching scene in the grocery section. Hannah was helping an
older dwarf couple—the husband had a magnificent white beard that reached his belt, and his wife had
her gray hair in elaborate braids. They were trying to decide on produce for a salad they were planning to
make.
"Now, if you're making a traditional dwarf mountain salad," Hannah was saying, her voice patient and
knowledgeable, "you'll want these bitter greens here. They pair beautifully with the stone mushrooms—
yes, those ones—and a good sharp cheese."
"But what about for the dressing?" the dwarf wife asked, her accent thick with the rolling consonants
typical of dwarf speech. "My grandmother used to make it with cave vinegar, but I can't find that anywhere
in the city."
"Ah," Hannah said with a knowing smile. "Cave vinegar is hard to come by, that's true. But I have
something that might work even better." She led them to a different section, pulling out a bottle of what
looked like dark, rich vinegar. "This is aged underground vinegar from the Karthian region. It has that
same earthy, complex flavor profile as cave vinegar, but with a slightly sweeter finish. I think you'll love it."
The dwarf couple examined the bottle, then looked at each other and nodded. "We'll take it," the husband
said. "And thank you, lass. It's rare to find someone in the city who knows proper dwarf cuisine."
Hannah beamed at the compliment, helping them gather the rest of their items. Jason felt a surge of pride
watching her work. She'd really come into her own here at Mercees, her natural warmth and knowledge
making her perfect for customer service.
In the outdoor and garden department, Tina was in her element. Jason had given her the task of creating
an attractive display for the plants and plant seeds they'd recently stocked, and she'd taken to it with
enthusiasm.
Around 11:00 AM, Jason made his way out to check on her progress. What he found impressed him
greatly.
Tina had arranged the various potted plants in an aesthetically pleasing gradient, from small herbs and
flowers in the front to larger decorative plants in the back. She'd created small informational cards for
each type of plant, detailing care instructions, ideal growing conditions, and potential uses. The seed
packets were organized by type—vegetables, herbs, flowers—and displayed in wooden racks that made
them easy to browse.
But what really caught Jason's eye was the centerpiece she'd created: a small demonstration garden bed,
filled with rich soil and planted with a variety of starter plants. A small sign read: "See how beautiful your
garden could be! All plants and seeds available inside."
"Tina, this is fantastic," Jason said, genuinely impressed. "You've really outdone yourself."
Tina looked up from where she was adjusting the angle of a particularly large fern, her face flushing with
pleasure at the praise. "Thank you, Jason. I just... I wanted to show people what's possible, you know?
Sometimes people don't buy plants because they can't imagine how they'll look. But if they can see it..."
"Exactly," Jason agreed. "This is perfect. You have a real talent for this."
They worked together for the next twenty minutes or so, making final adjustments to the display. Jason
helped her move some of the heavier pots, positioning them according to her vision. It was pleasant work,
and he enjoyed the simple satisfaction of creating something beautiful and functional.They were just finishing up, stepping back to admire their handiwork, when the peaceful morning was
shattered by the sound of the front doors bursting open with violent force.