Chapter 137 - Inside Job 7

Sorry for the lack of updates, I was busy with personal stuff.

Anyway, enjoy.

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Waking up feeling groggily, Reagan sat up from her bed feeling rather sore and looked around where she was only to realize that it wasn't her room.

'Holy shit! It wasn't a dream!?' She tries to remember what happened yesterday and after they had fun in the hidden beach that they found. Morty brought her to a high class villa where they continued to have more fun throughout the night.

Reagan looked for her clothes only to remember the device that Morty gave her and she stood up suddenly wearing a nightgown.

'Gosh, I wonder if he likes this?' She curiously asks looking at herself then notices that cunt still leaking semen.

'Jeez! How many gallons did he fucking put in me!? Hope he wasn't lying about the fertility thing.' Reagan wasn't ready to get knocked up by a guy on the first date even though she knows he's the one. Reagan quickly changed her clothes into a black booty shorts and tank tops.

"Hah! Those guys can suck it! Guess who got a boyfriend? Me!" Her friends doubted that she'll score a guy even though there've been ups and downs in previous times she tried dating a guy but now everything changes. Though, the downside is that the guy has other women yet it doesn't bother her the list.

'Well, I can't be a chooser! He treated me quite special!' Reagan said to herself seeing she can't possibly mess it up.

She suddenly felt her mind was more clear than before and wondered what it was unaware that Morty Meta Nanites was rewiring the brainwashing that her father did to her when she was young to control her.

Reagan was supposed to be a confident and strong woman that crippled by a self obsessed and egoistic asshole of a father that made Rick look like the best dad ever.

"Oh you're finally awake." Reagan was lost in her thoughts when the door opened and she turned to see Morty shirtless showing off his bulging muscle and shredded abs that can grate cheese.

"Good morning, hope you slept well. How are you feeling?" Morty asked, walking closer, inspecting her choice of clothing.

"Sore. The amount you pumped into me made it look like you wanted to knock me up." Reagan commented while Morty shrugged it off pulling her closer wrapping his arms around her waist and gave her a morning kiss. She was surprised by his action but accepted it nonetheless.

Reagan's cheeks flushed with a mix of pleasure and slight pain as she felt the sticky residue of their lovemaking from the previous night coating her inner thighs.

The scent of their combined lust lingered in the room, a potent reminder of the unbridled passion that had consumed them.

Morty's morning kiss was tender, yet filled with a hunger that seemed to have only grown stronger overnight. His hands roamed over her curves, tracing the path his semen had taken, and she shivered as his fingertips grazed the sensitive skin of her still-swollen pussy.

The softness of the sheets contrasted with the firmness of his grip as he gently parted her thighs, exposing her glistening sex to the cool morning air.

Her breath caught in her throat as she anticipated his next move, the taste of him still lingering on her tongue from their feverish kisses.

"Well, I have a breeding fetish. Sue me." Morty chuckled and Reagan giggled lightly tapping his chest.

"I will, you asshole. By the way, where were you?" Reagan asked.

"Ah, I made breakfast for us. That's why I'm here, I was going to wake you up." Morty said and Reagan nodded.

"Alright, but can I take a shower first?" Reagan asked even though she had new clothes doesn't mean she smells any better.

"Sure, follow me." Morty proceeded to guide Reagan to the bathroom. He left her to wash herself while he prepared for their breakfast.

Reagan washed his body feeling the warm water running down to her body. She started to feel cleanse and before long finished showering then dressed herself.

She followed where Morty mentioned the dining room was and arrived to find Morty placing a stack of pancakes into the table with a side of coffee. Reagan paused, smelling the mouth watering aroma of the meal.

"Perfect timing. Take a seat and have a taste." Morty said with a smile as he place his own meal that consisted of eggs, a steak and spicy fried rice.

"These smell heavenly! Did you make all of this?" Reagan asked.

"Yeah, this is a hobby of mine. It's not that different from being a chemist. You just mix stuff to make new stuff, yah know?" Morty oversimplified the step but he's not wrong.

"Never thought of it that way. Wait, did you just copy that from big bang theory when Sheldon learn baking?" Reagan asked as she sat down.

"That's right, though never watch the whole series just clips provided by YouTube shorts." Morty said slicing his steak and took a bite.

"Is that so?" Reagan poured some syrup into her fluffy pancake and spread the butter before slicing a piece then taking a bite.

"Holy shit!? This…this is amazing!? It taste even better than I expected!" Reagan was flabbergasted at the richness of the pancake that perfectly blended with the syrup.

"Hahaha glad you like it!" Morty said happy hearing her compliment.

"Seriously this has to be the best pancake I had!" Reagan said.

"Oh, you're making me blush." Morty jokingly said as the duo continued to chat having their breakfast. Reagan laugh and giggled.

Suddenly, Reagan realize something mid conversation and anxiously asked something.

"Hey, I just realized something." Reagan said and Morty briefly stop eating.

"What is it?" He asked even though it clear that he knows but decide to let Reagan to ask.

"Are we…you know…a thing now? I mean it fine if you don't want me and keep this casual but you know…you're a great guy and I'm just some random girl added to your harem." Reagan said and she saw him warmly smile at her that put her at ease.

"Don't say that to yourself. Who told you they were some random girl? From what I know, you're a brilliant woman capable of amazing feat and simply need a little recognition." Morty's words made her heart skip a beat.

"I should be the one asking if you are really fine being part of my harem?" Morty asked.

"I…I don't mind as long as you don't neglect me, that's all." Reagan said Morty hadn't neglected any woman even though it appears so other people.

For example, Girls from life is a strange world, time hardly passed and if anything Morty keeps in touch with them via message and calls off screen.

Not to mention, his girls have their personal life and don't need to always stick with him 24/7.

"Then don't be anxious." Morty said and this finally gave her some assurance.

"...does that make you my boyfriend then?" Reagan asked feeling gitty.

"I am! And you can shove it to your faces that you, Reagan Ridley have the best boyfriend in the multiverse." Morty declared and Reagan smiled with a hint of blush.

"Humble much? But yeah, those guys going to get what's coming to them….oh wait! What time is it!? I have to get to work!" Reagan suddenly realized that she still have work to do.

"Relax, time is relative especially when you're a dimensional traveler like me! We can always return in whichever time you like in your world." Morty calm her down.

"Really? Doesn't that affect some sort of temporal shenanigans?" Reagan asked.

"Unless you don't create a Temporal Modular with Acasuality device. Space and time is quite tricky considering learning is like trying to understand advanced coding while being a toddler." Morty said, taking another bite of his food.

"Regardless, we can spend as much time here or we can go back. It's your choice." Morty said.

"...Guess we can stay here for a couple more days." Reagan said seeing the opportunity to see if he is for her or not.

"Oh, that's great. Frankly, I also want to be with you. Actually there's something I want to ask you." Morty said thinking about what he should have done with Summer later. Even if she is pregnant, the procedure wouldn't affect the child the slightest.

"What is it?" Reagan asked.

"The thing is, I intended to try and make your body a lot stronger, essentially evolving your genes to a superior kind." Morty said, getting her curiosity.

"Will there be side effects?" Reagan asked.

"You'll become smarter, stronger, gain access to psionic abilities, essentially psychic powers like telepathy and telekinesis but also parallel thought processing and high speed thought processing with an enhanced innovative mind." Morty explained, shocking Reagan.

"Holy shit! That's a light of boon! What next, my body become even sexier?" Reagan jokingly said but Morty smirk made it clear.

"Wait, seriously!?" She wanted her breast to grow but didn't like adding silicon.

"Yup, it transforms to your ideal self. Not that I mind your body. It has its charm, you know. Big or small doesn't matter. You look gorgeous to me regardless." This made Reagan blush and never heard anyone genuinely praise her as often as Morty does.

"O-Okay, I do like the thought of that." Reagan may be smart but she only ever handles machinery. Morty smiled and the two continued to have their meal.

Once they were done, Morty brought her to his workshop within his personal world. Reagan was in awe at the place and even more so the machinery as they walked through the place. It has advanced spacecraft and vehicles as far as her eyes could see.

"Personal dimension!? How smart are you? It makes me think like a toddler in comparison." Reagan said as they passed by an army of robots.

"Why are you making your own robot army?" She asked.

"Cause I can, also this is my new robot army that has the ability to adapt to virtually anything. They are more of a droid than my higher level robots since they don't have a sentence mind." Morty explained while opening the part of the facility where Reagan will have a change.

Morty guided Reagan through the meticulous setup process, his tone calm but precise.

"Alright, first step: remove all clothing. The Omni-Stimulation Pod operates by directly bonding nanofilaments to your epidermal and muscular layers, so we need unbroken contact." He gestured towards the sleek, cylindrical chamber, lined with pulsating bioluminescent nodes and a network of laser-guided injectors.

As Reagan stepped into the pod, the system initialized, enclosing her in a transparent, hexagonal containment shield.

"You're about to be immersed in a hyper-oxygenated suspension medium," Morty explained,

"saturated with bio-replicating nanofibers, growth factor enhancers, and psionic resonance amplifiers. It's designed to rewrite your cellular structure at a genetic level, enhancing physical attributes while activating latent psionic pathways in the brain."

He pressed a series of holographic commands, initiating the process. Jets of shimmering, stardust-like liquid filled the pod, infused with a solution of bioengineered stem cells, polyresonant plasma, and neuro-stimulatory compounds.

These compounds contained a cocktail of CRISPR-based gene-editing enzymes and synthetic neurotransmitters, each targeted to specific cerebral and muscular areas to unlock psionic potential while enhancing muscle and bone density.

As the fluid enveloped Reagan, nanobots dispersed throughout her body, embedding microscopic neural amplifiers along her synaptic pathways.

These amplifiers strengthened her brain's electrical signals, effectively creating a network for psionic energy manipulation. Biotic overlays coated her skeletal and muscular structure, reinforcing her strength while maintaining flexibility and durability.

A phase of infrared laser calibration began, targeting her skeletal system to induce cellular expansion while sculpting muscle fibers for both aesthetic enhancement and increased physical capacity. The machine's AI monitored every heartbeat, adjusting the chemical compounds in real-time to optimize her body's response.

The pod finally completed its process, the solution draining as the inner chamber was misted with a vapor of stabilizing agents to lock the enhancements in place. As Reagan stepped out,

Morty marveled at her transformation. She radiated with newfound strength, her frame now sleek and powerful, yet balanced with a striking voluptuousness. Her eyes gleamed faintly with the glow of psionic resonance, indicating her enhanced neural capacity. Even her skin had an almost luminous sheen, the aftereffect of dermal regeneration stimulants.

Reagan flexed her fingers, feeling energy flow like never before.

"This is… incredible. I can feel the strength, like every sense is heightened," she said, her voice tinged with awe. She glanced at her reflection, noticing the subtle yet dramatic changes in her figure.

Morty smiled, clearly pleased with the outcome.

"The Omni-Stimulation Pod's doing its job, alright. You've got the strength, perception, and psionic capacity to match."

She took a breath, grounding herself, and met his gaze with a grin.

"I feel like I could take on anything."

Morty handed Reagan a sleek, flexible suit made from a nanofiber fabric.

"Here, put this on. It's designed to work with your heightened senses and minimize sensory overload."

She slipped into the suit, feeling the cool material adapt seamlessly to her body.

"Feels… surprisingly comfortable," she noted, looking down at herself in awe.

"Good," Morty replied, observing her response with interest.

"Your body's currently hypersensitive due to the cellular enhancements, so take things slow. Fortunately, the procedure didn't just enhance your strength—it accelerated your adaptability and neuroplasticity, meaning your body and mind should adjust to these changes much faster than usual."

Reagan absorbed this, her brows raised.

"Accelerated adaptability… That's incredible."

Morty nodded, gesturing for her to follow.

"We'll run some basic control exercises. Enhanced psionic and physical abilities are great, but your nervous system has to integrate everything at a manageable pace." He led her to a training area filled with specialized equipment, most of which pulsed with energy fields and various interactive holograms.

"Alright," he said, pulling up a virtual display and tapping a few commands.

"I'm going to activate some low-frequency EM pulses in the room. They'll provide controlled stimuli to help your body calibrate its new strength and sensory feedback."

Reagan stood in the center of the room as the air began to hum faintly, and Morty watched her reaction closely, scribbling notes and muttering to himself.

"Neural reactivity within expected range… psychokinetic response initiated… plasma feedback is nominal…"

He turned to her, his tone encouraging.

"Try to reach out with your psionic energy. Focus on an object—let's start with that small weight over there." He pointed to a metal sphere floating within a containment field.

"Visualize a connection, and then imagine drawing it toward you."

Reagan took a deep breath, extending her hand as she concentrated. A faint shimmer enveloped her palm as her enhanced neural connections linked with the psionic pathways, and slowly, the sphere began to quiver before it floated gently toward her.

Morty grinned, making quick notes on his tablet.

"Good! You're adapting faster than expected. Your synaptic plasticity rate is off the charts, even by enhancement standards."

Reagan, encouraged by his words, tried lifting another object—a small plasma core that glowed with blue light. Her focus wavered for a moment, but she steadied herself, the core floating over effortlessly.

"This is… amazing," she said breathlessly.

"I didn't think I'd be able to manage it so soon."

"Your cognitive adaptability is supporting it," Morty murmured as he took more notes.

"The neural augmentation matrix is merging perfectly with your biotic fields. You're progressing at the upper limits of projected thresholds."

She gave him a look.

"Is that good?"

"Better than good," Morty replied, his eyes gleaming with pride.

"It means you're a natural. Let's keep going."