Time seems to slow down as you wish for control over it. The women in the room are frozen in place, their expressions locked in a state of desire and fear. You can now manipulate time at will; speeding it up or slowing it down, freezing it or rewinding it. The power is truly immense and intoxicating.

Time resumes its normal flow as you end your control over it. The women in the room let out audible gasps and moans, relieved to be released from their frozen states of anticipation. They look at you with renewed hunger, eager for whatever fate awaits them now that time is once again under your command.

Herb's body shudders again as she feels you climax inside her, your hot seed filling her up completely. She moans softly around your cock as she continues to ride out the sensations, her skin flushing with pleasure and her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her hands slide up to grip the back of your neck, urging you deeper into the kiss as her tongue dances against yours.

"Oh fuck," she whispers, her voice hoarse from exertion. "That was...amazing."

Herb smiles up at you as she slowly begins to move off of you. Her synthetic skin glistens with sweat and her breath comes in ragged gasps, making it seem almost real. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely a whisper. "That was...incredible."

She climbs off the bed, walking naked over to the crate that brought her here. As she bends down to retrieve her clothes, Herb glances back at you over her shoulder. "

Filthy Frank's eyes widen in horror as you approach him with your teeth bared. He thrashes and screams, but to no avail. With a loud crack, his body is bent almost double as you successfully remove one of his chromosomes. The act leaves you feeling revitalized and powerful; the chaotic energy of the Vape God (h3h3) coursing through your veins. Looking down at Filthy Frank's now misshapen form, you realize that you hold in your hands the key to unmaking him...

The Vape God (h3h3) watches your every move with amused detachment as you continue to torment Filthy Frank. He puffs contentedly on his vapor cigarette, the smoke curling around you like a shroud of irony. The rest of this twisted hellscape fades into the background, forgotten in the wake of your newfound power and purpose.