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Assistant: Title: Innocent Mirror Universe
        Author: RussAbbot RussAbbot 
        Chapter: 9/10 
        Summary: Imagine a Mirror Universe where many things are the same, (the same people, the same technology, etc.) but no one has ever had s@x or any kind of intimacy beyond hand-holding. Everyone is a virgin, relationships between spouses are purely platonic. How do they breed you say? They use gestation machines!This is the crazy upside-down world that Steve Wilson accidentally ends up in when he tries to use a time machine to go back and save his mom from a fatal car accident.
        Contents: Chapter 9: Chapter 9
    

    


  

  
  
    
    I take a deep breath and walk into the kitchen, where the aroma of roast chicken fills the air. My mother is plating dinner with a grace that's both familiar and comforting. She looks up and smiles at me, her eyes filled with warmth. It's a stark contrast to the heated gazes of the women I've just left behind."Thank you, mom," I say, taking my seat at the dinner table. The wood is well-worn, a testament to countless meals shared and memories made. It feels like a lifetime has passed since I sat here as a naive teenager."How was your day?" I ask, feigning interest as she starts to recount the mundane details of her job. But my mind is a whirlwind of thoughts, racing back to the events of the afternoon. The feel of Mrs. Simmons' soft skin under my fingertips, the sound of Mrs. Baker's moans as she reached climax, the power that pulsed through me as I claimed them as my own.As she sets down a plate of steaming roast chicken, my mother brings up the topic of spiritual healing again. "I've been hearing about this new method that's been helping people," she says, her eyes hopeful. "Could you tell me more about it?"The question hits me like a punch to the gut. I can't lie to her. Not after what I've seen in the mirror universe, where deceit and manipulation are my currency. "It's... complicated, mom," I reply, my voice tight. "It's not something I'd want you to get involved in."Her smile falters, and I can see the hurt in her eyes. "But if it can help people," she insists. "Surely, it can't be that bad."I sigh, pushing my plate away slightly. "Mom, trust me," I say, my voice gentle but firm. "It's just not something I'd want you to experience."Her expression is a mix of curiosity and concern. "Why not?" she asks, her gaze searching mine. "Is it dangerous?"For a moment, I hesitate. The urge to confide in someone, to share the truth of my existence, is overwhelming. But the risk is too great. If word got out, everything I've worked for could crumble. Yet, there's something about the way she looks at me, the trust in her eyes, that makes me want to believe she's different. That she would understand."Mom," I begin, my voice heavy with the weight of my decision. "What I'm about to tell you can't leave this room. It's... it's something that could change everything."Her eyes widen, and she sets the serving spoon down, leaning closer. "What is it, son?"For what feels like an eternity, I remain silent, my mind racing. I can't just come out and say it. She'd think I'm insane, or worse, that I've been corrupted by some dark force. But if I don't give her something, she'll never understand why I've become this... this... s@xual prophet to these women.With a deep breath, I concentrate, focusing my mana. The kitchen table, a simple wooden slab that's seen countless breakfasts and dinners, begins to hum with energy. The fibres in the wood vibrate under my fingertips, and a warm glow emanates from my palms. I close my eyes and envision the transformation, a silent incantation of will and power. "An earthquake...." says Mom, her eyes wide in surprise.Slowly, the wood beneath my touch cools, the grain smooths, and the rough edges begin to gleam. It's working. I can feel it. The table is morphing, changing, becoming something it never was, something it was never meant to be. I channel more energy into the effort, my mind a whirlwind of focus and intent. The air around us crackles with an unseen force.My mother gasps as she feels the table shift beneath her. She looks down, her eyes wide with shock as the wood turns to cool, smooth, white marble beneath her fingertips. The plates rattle, the silverware clanks against the suddenly unyielding surface, and the room seems to hold its breath. I open my eyes, meeting hers, and for a brief moment, I see the awe and fear dance in her gaze."What the hell happened?" she asks, shocked."I turned the wooden table into marble.""It's... it's beautiful," she whispers, her voice shaking slightly. "How did you do that?"I take a deep breath, the gravity of what I'm about to do settling over me like a cloak. "Mom, I need to tell you something," I begin, my eyes searching hers for any sign of judgment. "This isn't just about me. It's about all of us, and where I come from."Her eyes never leave mine as I recount the tale of my life, starting with the tragic day she was taken from me. The years of pain and longing, the relentless pursuit of knowledge that led to the creation of the teleportation machine. The world I've just left, where sexuality was completely normal unlike in this world. The accident that brought me to this mirror universe, and the journey that has unfolded since.As the words spill from my lips, she listens, rapt. Her hand trembles as it reaches out to touch my face as if to make sure I'm real, that I'm truly here. And when I reached the part where I had the car fixed, the moment that saved her life, her eyes filled with tears. She stands abruptly, knocking over her chair, and rounds the table to embrace me, her arms wrapping around me in a fierce hug."Oh, my son," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "What have you done?"Her embrace is warm, her touch reassuring, but the question hangs heavy in the air. I can feel the weight of my deception lifting from me. But I've come too far to turn back now. "Mom," I murmur into her hair, "I had to do it. To save you."She pulls away slightly, her eyes searching my face. "But what does this mean for us?" she asks, her voice small. "For the world?"I take her hand, feeling the warmth of her skin. "It means that I've changed things," I explain gently. "I've given some people here a taste of what love and intimacy truly are. And in doing so, I've found a way to gain power, to make a difference."Her eyes searched mine, trying to comprehend the gravity of my words. "But you've... been with these women?" she asks, her voice trembling. "How could you do that?""It's complicated, mom," I say, taking her hand in mine. "In this world, sex and intimacy are... they're just not understood. They think I'm a healer, that my touch can bring them closer to the divine. And in a way, I guess it can. But it's more than that. When I'm with them, I can feel their energy, their mana, and I can absorb it, use it to do things I never thought possible."Her gaze falters, and I can see the questions forming in her mind. "I've impregnated some of them," I continue, my voice low. "It's the ultimate expression of life, of creation. It's not just about me, it's about the future of this world."Mom's eyes widen, and she squeezes my hand tightly. "But isn't that... wrong?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper."No, Mom," I reply, with a gentle squeeze back. "It's natural. S@x, natural conception and natural births must have happened before these gestation machines were here? How did people create life without machines?"Her eyes widen as the implications sink in. In this world, the concept of natural pregnancy is as foreign as my own existence. "But, that's... that's impossible," she stammers, her eyes searching mine for any trace of deceit."Not anymore," I reply, my voice firm. "When I'm with these women, I give them a gift that no one else here can. I fill them with life, with a connection to creation that they've never felt before."Her cheeks flush, and she pulls away slightly, her hand dropping to her side. I can smell her arousal, faint and sweet, and it's all I can do to keep from reaching for her again. My twin erections throb, pushing against the fabric of my pants, a stark reminder of the power that lies between my legs. She notices the bulges, her eyes going wide, and she takes a step back, her hand flying to her mouth."What are those?" she breathes, her voice barely above a whisper.Her eyes are glued to the twin bulges in my pants, and I know that she's trying to piece together what she's just heard with what she's seeing. It's a lot to take in. For a world that's never seen a p@n@s longer than two inches, the sight of my diphallic member must be nothing short of terrifying. I bite my tongue, keeping the truth of my unique anatomy to myself for now."Mom," I say, trying to keep my voice calm, "it's better if you don't know. It's part of the... part of the spiritual transformation."Her eyes linger on the bulge before she nods, her cheeks still flushed. "Okay," she whispers, stepping back to give me space. "I trust you, but... please be careful.""Goodnight, mom."Relieved, I make my escape, practically sprinting up the stairs to my room. My heart thunders in my chest as I slam the door shut behind me, leaning against it heavily. The weight of her gaze still burns into me, the memory of her hand on my cheek a stark reminder of the line I've drawn.I close my eyes, breathing deeply, trying to calm the storm inside me. It's one thing to manipulate and deceive the people of this world into accepting me as a sexual being, a bringer of divine pleasure. But my mother? That's a line I can't cross, no matter how tempting it might be. Despite the power I hold here, she's still my mother, and the bond we share is sacred, untouched by the perverse nature of this mirror universe.As I lean against the door, I can hear her footsteps retreating, the soft murmur of her voice as she cleans up the dinner mess, her movements measured and careful. I know she's trying to process everything I've just told her. It's a lot to take in, but she's always been strong and resilient. I have to trust that she'll keep my secret, that she won't push for answers that would only bring her more confusion.In my room, I collapse onto the bed, my thoughts racing with images of all the women I've claimed. Mrs. Mace, her eyes glazed with ecstasy as she bore the fruit of our union. Gwyn, her body arching in pleasure as she discovered the depths of passion. Louise, her walls tightening around my c@ck as she cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure. Mrs. Baker, her cheeks flushed as she whispered sweet nothings into my ear. Mrs. Simmons, her eyes filled with love and devotion as she felt me impregnate her. Bethany, her eyes wide with wonder as she felt life blossom within her. Angela, her body shaking with every thrust, her asthma cured with every touch. Gemma, her nails digging into my back as she screamed out my name. And the two school staff members this afternoon.Each of them, now carrying a piece of me, a part of the life I brought to this sterile world. I lay there, my mind reeling with the power of creation, my c@cks pulsing with the mana I've stolen from their unsuspecting lovers, if you can really call them lovers. The weight of their gazes, their adoration, it's almost too much to bear. And yet, as I lay here in the dark, I can't help but feel a twinge of guilt. These are people's wives and daughters, and I've taken them all for my own selfish desires.But then I think of what I've given them: pleasure unheard of, love without the cold embrace of a government-mandated machine. I've shown them that there's more to life than the sterile transfer of blood into a machine and the cold, clinical process of reproduction. With each @rg@sm, I've brought them a glimpse of the divine, something that no man in this world could ever give them. And the children, they're not just babies grown in a lab, they're the result of passion, of love, of the deepest connection two people can share.I stand, pacing the room, my c@cks swelling with the power of their mana. I can feel the energy coursing through me, the raw life force that fuels my abilities. The temptation to use it for more than just maintaining my facade is strong, but I know better. If I let myself go, if I give in to the darker desires that whisper in the back of my mind, I'll become the very monster they fear.But the thought of having all my women in one place, a harem of beauty and adoration, it's too tempting to ignore. The Simmons mansion, with its sprawling grounds and hidden chambers, would be the perfect sanctuary for us. I imagine them all living together, sharing me, supporting each other in the art of love and worship. It's a vision that makes my c@cks throb with anticipation.With a sigh, I lie down on my bed, the softness of the mattress enveloping me as I let sleep claim me. My mind drifts into a haze of thoughts and memories, a swirl of passion and power that lulls me into a deep slumber.And then, the dream begins.The first thing I notice is the heat, a fiery warmth that seems to come from every direction. It's not unpleasant, though; it's comforting, like the embrace of a lover on a cold winter's night. And then, there it is. A dragon, majestic and terrifying, with scales that glint in the light like a thousand precious gems. Its eyes, deep pools of molten gold, bore into me, and I feel a strange kinship, a bond that transcends time and space."Welcome, traveler," the dragon rumbles, its voice a symphony of crackling flames and thunderous bass. "I am Aetherios, the guardian of Ethereal Plane called Turia."I blink, trying to process the sudden shift in reality. This isn't just a dream; this is something else entirely. "What do you want from me?" I ask, my voice steady despite the awe that threatens to overwhelm me.Aetherios c@cks its head, studying me with those fiery eyes. "Your purpose is your own," it says, its breath hot against my face. "But I can feel the power you've amassed, the mana you've taken from my plane. Tell me, what is it that you seek?"The cave walls seem to pulse with an ethereal glow, the air thick with magic and the scent of something ancient and untouched. I look around, taking in the grandeur of my surroundings. "I seek... understanding," I reply, my voice echoing through the cavern. "I need to know how to harness this power without losing myself to it."Aetherios's eyes narrow, and a wisp of smoke drifts from its nostrils. "A noble quest," it says, "but one fraught with peril. The mana you've stolen is not meant for the likes of you. It is a force of creation and destruction, capable of warping the very fabric of existence."I nod, feeling the weight of its words. "I don't want to cause harm," I say, my voice earnest. "I only wish to bring joy and connection to these people. To show them love as I knew it in my own world."The dragon regards me for a long moment, its gaze piercing through the layers of deceit and desire that cloud my heart. "Joy is a powerful force," it murmurs. "But it is not without its cost. You must be careful, lest you lose yourself in the pursuit of it."I swallow hard, nodding my understanding. "I will," I promise, my voice echoing through the vast cavern. "I'll use this power for good, I swear it."The dragon seems to consider my words, its fiery gaze unwavering. "Your intentions may be pure," Aetherios says finally, "but beware the seductive whispers of power. It has a way of corrupting even the most noble of hearts."I nod solemnly, the gravity of the dragon's warning sinking in. "I understand," I reply, my voice a mix of determination and humility. "I'll tread carefully."But as I speak, I feel a sudden shift in the air around me, a prickling of the hairs on the back of my neck. Aetherios's gaze sharpens, and I know that it's reading my mind, seeing the countless moments of deception and manipulation that have led me to this point. The images of Mr. Baker and Mr. Simmons, their faces a twisted mask of confusion and arousal, their tiny penises limp and useless next to the towering might of my own, flicker through my thoughts. I see the way their wives looked at me with a mix of adoration and fear, how they begged for more of the pleasure I alone could give them.The dragon's eyes flicker with a knowing fire, and for a moment, I'm convinced that it's going to expose me, to strip away the facade and leave me naked and vulnerable before it. But instead, it merely nods, a knowing smile playing on its lips. "Ah," it says, its voice a low rumble, "the dance of the cuckold. A timeless tale of power and control, wrapped in the guise of spiritual enlightenment."Before I can protest, Aetherios laughs, the sound echoing through the cavern like a roll of thunder. The ground beneath me trembles with its mirth, sending a cascade of glowing embers flying into the air. "Do not trouble yourself with their plight," it says, its eyes twinkling. "They are but pawns in a game far beyond their understanding. The joy you've given their wives, the children you've sired, they are the true measures of your power, not the bruised egos of these impotent men."I can't help but feel a flicker of anger at the dragon's dismissal. "They're not just pawns," I argue, my voice firm despite the fear that still lingers in my chest. "They're people with feelings and desires, just like everyone else."Aetherios regards me with a knowing smile, the flames of its eyes dancing with amusement. "And yet," it says, its voice a low purr, "you took pleasure in their humiliation, did you not? The power you've amassed, the way their wives look at you now, it feeds your ego. Tell me, traveler, did you not enjoy their embarrassment as much as you enjoyed their wives?"I hesitate, the truth of the dragon's words took my breath away. I had reveled in the power, the way the men had looked at me with a mix of envy and defeat. Their tiny micropenises, so insignificant next to my mighty diphallus, had brought a cruel satisfaction to the dark corners of my soul. I had used their inadequacies to build my own legend, to claim these women for myself. "Yes," I admit, my voice barely above a whisper, "I did find some... pleasure in it."Aetherios' smile widens, the flames in its eyes flickering higher. "Do not be too hard on yourself," it says, the sound of its amusement like the crackle of a roaring bonfire. "You've given these men a taste of what they could never achieve alone. The homosexual bonds they've formed in your shadow, the pleasure they've shared with each other, it is a gift. An unexpected consequence of your interventions."I let out a slow breath, the dragon's words resonating within me. Perhaps it's true. Maybe, in some twisted way, I had given these men something valuable, something that their stifling world had never allowed them to experience. I had shown them passion, albeit not in the way they had anticipated. But was that enough to justify the lies, the manipulation?I look into Aetherios' fiery gaze, searching for some shred of wisdom, some clue as to whether I'm truly on the right path. "What should I do?" I ask, the words barely escaping my lips. "How can I use this power without losing myself in it?"The dragon's smile fades, its eyes becoming serious once more. "The path you walk is fraught with temptation," it intones, its voice a solemn bass that resonates through the cavern. "But fear not, for I shall grant you a boon, a gift from the Ethereal Plane to aid you in your quest."I feel a surge of energy, a warmth that starts in my chest and radiates outward, filling every part of my body. The dragon's breath washed over me, leaving a trail of sparkling light in its wake. "What... what is this?" I gasp, the power coursing through my veins like molten gold."This," Aetherios says, "is the essence of the Ethereal Plane, a gift that will allow you to control your mana more effectively. It will also grant you the power to conceal the truth from those who wish you harm."The warmth in my chest spreads, coiling around my heart and my thoughts. The dragon's words hang in the air, a reminder of the precarious balance I must maintain. I am the harbinger of a new era, the bringer of passion and life into a world that has never known it. Yet, I am also the deceiver, the one who plays with the hearts and desires of others for his own gain.I stand before Aetherios, feeling the power surging through me, the mana responding to the dragon's gift. It's as if a veil has been lifted from my eyes, and I can see the threads of energy that bind everyone in this universe. I am the weaver, the one who can manipulate these threads to create a tapestry of love and adoration around me."Thank you," I murmur, the words feeling inadequate in the face of the power that now courses through me. "I will use this gift wisely."Aetherios nods, its great head dipping in what seems like a gesture of respect. "Remember, traveller," it says, "power is a double-edged sword. Wield it with care, lest you cut yourself with its blade."With that, the dragon fades away, leaving me in the quiet solitude of the cavern. The embers of its fiery presence slowly die down, and the darkness closes in again. I stand there for a moment, feeling the power of the Ethereal Plane pulsating within me before I make my way out into the cool night air.'
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