[WARNING: This chapter contains graphic sexual content. Read at your own peril!]

The Demigod of Brockton Bay

A Worm/Demigods CYOA Story

Interlude II - Lisa

Today had been a rollercoaster ride of epic proportions. Though I had awoken in the morning a slave, when I went to sleep in this evening I would spend the night dreaming as a free woman once more. My slave name is 'Tattletale', by the way, but my friends call me Lisa. It's not the name I was born with... that one had been tainted irrevocably by the people who had given it to me. The people charged with my health and wellbeing had made series of selfish, greedy decisions that had led to me unofficially divorcing them. I no longer wanted anything to do with the sack of shit sperm and egg donors who had once claimed to be my parents. Leaving home, I had made the decision to put that part of my life behind me forever.

I believe that my decision to leave home had been the right one. After what I'd been through, it was clear to me that I was totally justified in making it. Due to the perilous circumstances that followed my illegal emancipation, however, I will alway wonder if I made the prudent choice in getting out when I did. I had only been free of my slimy family for a little over a month when everything went to hell in a handbasket. I had been living out of unoccupied apartments and houses, using real estate guides and prompts from my power to find the ones which were furnished and still had the utilities turned on. The ones which wouldn't be getting calls from prospective buyers or renters while I was sleeping.

It was a cheap, practical way to live, though moving nearly every night was definitely not ideal. I was able to feed myself by shoplifting small items, never more than five or ten dollars worth of goods from a single place, and by soliciting 'donations' from those who could be easily persuaded to part with a bit of their disposable income. Or, to put it more bluntly, I sometimes picked the occasional pocket. Only from those who could afford it, and only a little at that. I never targeted anyone who was below upper middle class, and I made it a strict policy to only steal from assholes and stores owned by large, well insured corporations. The kind of people who deserved it, like my piece of shit parents.

Honestly, I could have been set up inside of a week if I wanted to be, either as a kept woman for some overly wealthy playboy or as a member of a parahuman gang. I even toyed with the idea of becoming a freelance information broker, using my powers to aid all comers... for the right price. I didn't do any of that, however, because I was bone weary of using my abilities to accumulate dirty money. It's what they had forced me to do.

When I made the decision to run away, I had promised myself that I would no longer have any part of that scene. Looking back, I had been a complete idiot. I should have begun building up my resources and power base immediately, so that I would be less vulnerable. But I didn't. Sue me, I'm still a kid. What do you expect from me, wise decisions? I might be a Thinker, but having access to lots of information doesn't help me when it comes to figuring out how best to use it.

A few weeks after leaving my old home in Hartford, I landed in a shitty, dump of a place called Brockton Bay. I had almost taken a bus to Boston, but for some reason the smaller, more run down of the two destinations had called to me, and I had found myself answering that call. Well, there was also the fact that I there were two rapists and a spree killer sitting on the next bus to Boston while I was buying my ticket... that definitely had something to do with my choice of destination. I phoned in an anonymous tip to the police using my latest burner phone as soon as I was on the bus and on my way to Brockton. Hopefully the authorities would be able to take the jerks I'd spotted into custody without casualties; one of the guys had pinged my power as a possible parahuman... maybe some kind of Blaster. 'Assholes,' I thought as I took apart the phone I'd used to place the call and threw the pieces out of the window while no one was looking. I leaned back in my seat as the motor coach rolled down the highway, kicking back as I rode toward my destination.

After arriving in the new town I really should have joined a group. I made some overtures, sure, but after pissing off the leader of a local team of mercenaries who were my best bet, I decided to keep my distance from other organizations. I was a little afraid that I would offend someone who had less restraint than Faultline did. Honestly, with the shit I said to her? She would have been totally justified in knocking the ever living fuck out of me. That she had only had her Case 53 bodyguard, Gregor, toss me out on my ass meant that she was a real class-act. It was just bad luck that we both naturally rubbed each other the wrong way… I could have taken her crew to the next level with the kind of Thinker support I'm capable of providing.

After that I kept to myself mostly. I spent a lot of time people-watching and visiting the public library during the day, though occasionally I would take the odd walk, or visit the beach. I would find things to amuse myself by daylight, and then head off to an empty house or apartment that still had the heat turned on when it became dark. If I was hungry, I either picked a pocket or shoplifted a meal directly. I was a cut above the other homeless, thanks to my powers… I never went hungry or had to sleep on the street; not even once. I was circumspect when I used my powers, too, never leaving behind any clues when I used them for my own ends. At least, that's what I thought...

That's why it was so much of a surprise was a team of highly trained urban combat specialists armed with Tinkertech laser carbines cornered me in broad daylight. They chased me down like a pack of bloodhounds... and with about the same amount of ease. I did everything I could think of to throw them off once I realized I was being hunted. I did things that I know should have worked to ditch them, but nothing worked. Nothing I did helped my situation in the slightest. Over the course of fleeing from them, I called the authorities from two different burner phones and a payphone, triggered an old lady's "Life Alert" bracelet, caused two traffic accidents, and tried hiding inside the walls of an abandoned factory... after skipping over two different rooftops to get there. I backtracked, changed my clothing in a little shop after buying a new outfit, and even tried hitching a ride with a pair of low-level E88 grunts… I could have been standing still for all the good those things did.

Any one of those things should have either made the mercs back off or allowed me to slip away unnoticed in the confusion. Instead, I watched in horror as the heavily armed team bulldozed through or danced around each of the obstacles I kept setting up for them like they weren't even there. Eventually they had me cornered, with no more cards to play, and they captured me. The huge, burly man who led the team trussed me up like a suckling pig, and then proceeded to drag me across town to his boss.

I was presented to a skeletal mother fucker with a snake fetish called Coil, who eyed me like a barn cat looks at a mouse. He was a self-professed 'Mastermind' who said that he wanted to "hire" my services. Of course what he actually meant was that if I didn't agree to work for him, he would put a round from the .38 special in his desk drawer right through my brain. Needless to say I went to sleep that night with a new 'employer'. The story of how I was enslaved was a pretty anticlimactic one, I know, but that didn't make it any easier to bear.

A little over a week of crying myself to sleep and dreaming of freedom followed before the slick bastard who had trapped me finally let me out of his secret underground base. I know, right? Coil had probably watched way too many Bond movies as a kid. When he 'released', it was only because he knew that I knew that I couldn't escape his clutches without dying or being re-captured… at least not on my own. I was introduced to my new "teammates" by a third party, and the Undersiders were formed. Our teams reason for existence was nothing more or less than to be a cat's paw for Coil's more covert operations.

At its most basic, the Undersiders were a gang of small-time criminals meant to serve the mastermind's short term goals and provide a covert means of projecting force. He needed, or would need, a group that was not directly tied to his established power base. My role on the team was to be the link back to the main man himself. I was also supposed to subtly (and not so subtly) encourage the others to place a much of their trust and loyalty in Coil's hands as possible, as time went on. We were valuable to him, for sure... but I got the idea that none of the members of this new parahuman force were truly irreplaceable.

The boss could, and would, discard any and all of us if it was convenient for him to do so. I got the feeling that I was the one with the most direct value to Coil. Really good Thinkers are really rare, so that wasn't surprising. Still, even I was was a disposable asset to him. I really, really didn't want to find out what he would do to me should the team fail, so I resolved to do my best to make this gathering of miscreants and loners as successfully as possible. Back when he was keeping me on base, right at the beginning, I would sometimes lie awake in bed, after crying myself out. Several times I wondered if I should have just let Coil kill me when his soldiers first brought me in. It definitely would have been easier. Oh, there's no way I would have done such a thing, it was just an idle fantasy due to the massive stress I was under.

When I was first captured, Coil had clearly had no idea of the true level of my Thinker power. My power clued me in about that; he had simply been adding another useful person to his organization. He had seen a lone parahuman, one who could easily be captured, and had simply seized the opportunity to acquire another valuable possession. It had taken days or observing me for him to gain a clue as to the true extent of my abilities. And when he did… that's when he had decided to make me a part of his Undersiders project. To use a valuable asset like me in this way, he must have had big plans for the group.

The other members were alright, especially Brian; for a supposedly hardened criminal, he was a real boyscout. If he hadn't viewed me as a little sister, and if he hadn't had such large pores... and so many gross habits... If my fucking power didn't keep telling me that his this or that, was so fucking wrong or disgusting, etcetera, etcetera... then I might have actually been attracted to him. My gift is my curse, though, and due to my Thinker power I can't look at anyone without seeing the worst in them. I hadn't been able to find a single, solitary human who didn't completely turn me off, given just a little bit of time. Becoming a parahuman has ruined any chance I had of someday having a real relationship... or even something as simple and uncomplicated as a quick fuck.

It's a really shitty deal, because by nature I'm a very horny girl. Ever since I was midway through puberty, I've needed sex like a normal person needs air. I'd fucked my way through half my class before my trigger, males and female, and I'd been lustfully eyeballing the other half before my brother killed himself. Let me tell you, dealing with that while being forced to go cold turkey when it came to sex was completely, utterly rotten.

Gaining powers didn't decrease my sex drive in any way, it just made it so that any prospective partner I looked at was rendered unacceptable for one reason or another. Needless to say, for the past year my fingers had constantly been sore. I would sometimes be forced to rub my needy little cunt half a dozen times each night before I'd be able to go to sleep. That didn't include the two or three breaks I'd take each day to frig myself in a bathroom, or in other private places that I'd find here or there. I had sometimes imagined that I would find a lover perfect enough for my power to accept, but deep inside I knew that it would never happen. Nobody was that perfect. Before I met her, I'd given up all hope of ever having sex again. My displeasure with this state of affairs was starting to show, too… My forced celibacy was making me become snarkier and more vengeful, and quicker to anger… my stress levels were through the roof. And the worst part of it was that there was no end in sight!

This had only been my third day as an Undersider. We had first been introduced two days ago, the four of us discussing the terms that our "mysterious boss" had given us if we agreed to form a group together. Coil had pressured me hard to get the others to join, and I found myself doing anything and everything I could to convince them. It had taken everything I had in reserve to get them to agree, completely exhausting my ability to use my power each day in the process. I had to keep searching for details about their personalities, keep digging into their motivations… It was incredibly taxing.

Finally, though, on day three I accomplished my goal. Brian was an easy sell; he pretended to be savvy, but I had him hooked at word one. He was too desperate to help his sister to even haggle overly much on the terms. It if had been only him, then Coil would have been able to retain his services for nearly nothing. It was a good thing for Brian that everyone in the gang got paid the same amount for their retainer. Alec agreed to sign up on day two, constantly haggling about the amount of money; what he was really worried about, though, was how lucrative the jobs themselves would be. Bitch, AKA Rachel Lindt, had needed a little more persuasion than the others before she saw eye to I with me and the others.

I had to agree to provide a large, empty building where she could house any and all dogs that she came across before she would even begin the real negotiations. I'd also had to promise her that she would have a real say in how our group was run, which seemed incredibly important to her. As everyone was supposed to get their own vote anyway, I had earnestly agreed to her demand, I could tell the jaded canine enhancer barely believed me, but it was enough to stop her from walking out the door yesterday. It was only when I had pointed out that she could simply leave the group at any time with no negative consequences that she finally decided to throw her lot in with us.

That was this morning. Dealing with Bitch's fucked up mentality, which was almost as canine as it was human, had left my head throbbing and my power fatigued to a startling degree. I wasn't quite to the point of a blinding migraine, but if I used my Thinker ability for anything but the most minor of information gathering I would probably find myself laid up for a day or two in a dark room. I resolved to keep a tight reign on my power, and only use it if there was an emergency. I didn't know if I'd be able to do that, though… it always seemed as though there was a good reason to use my powers, or something I'd come across which required that I activated them. It was almost like my power wanted to be used, which was patently ridiculous.

I passed around the first month's retainer to my new teammates, each of them pocketing their two grand. We chatted for a while, getting used to being around one another. Eventually the four of us decided to go out to lunch to celebrate the formation of our group. We had argued about where to go for nearly twenty minutes when Brian finally settled things by announcing that he was buying… but only if we went to Fugly Bobs. Needless to say, we were having hamburgers. Nobody our age turned down free food, at least not without a damn good reason. It was a short walk to the famous east-coast eatery. Where we got there, the four of us stood in line, looking at the delicious pictures on the menu as we waited to order our meals. I could see Rachel out of the corner of my eye, looking around warily. She stuck close to the rest of us, as we were familiar, and therefore more trustworthy than strangers. I could tell that she was annoyed at the amount of people in the room, even without using my powers.

Looking around me, I frowned, unsuccessfully trying to suppress the knowledge that I'd witnessed sixteen different health code violations after being in the dining room for only five minutes. That was when I first saw her. My heart sped up and my pussy immediately became damp at the mere sight of startlingly gorgeous teenager, who was greedily chowing down on the biggest fucking hamburger I'd ever seen in my life. She was sitting next to a man who looked to be in his early thirties. They shared a slight resemblance, but they were a little too close in age to be father and daughter, unless he had been a young teenager when the girl was born. Maybe her older brother? I suppressed a wince as my power tried to activate; I tamped it down, forcing it into the background. I was extremely disappointed that I had overused my ability to such a ludicrous degree… I hungered to know more about the beautiful brunette. As had happened before whenever I was particularly attracted to someone, I revisited my old hope. 'Is she good enough for my power to accept?' I wondered. Absent the use of my power, and the world being what it is, I would probably never see her again to find out. I pushed the sadness and regret that this line of thought had created into a little ball, and stuffed it deep, down inside of me to join the other's I placed there lately. I returned to staring at the girl who had attracted my attentions like a moth to a candle flame.

My eyes bored into this vision of loveliness as I watched the teenage girl's beautiful, mathematically perfect features stare back at me. I winced; my power had activated on it's own, to let me know that her face was perfectly symmetrical. I had a slight headache now, but I couldn't help letting a trickle of information flow into me now that I'd already started using my Thinker ability; just enough to get some idea of who this extremely attractive girl was, and what she was all about. I suppressed a frown, unhappy with the certainty that soon the thought of doing anything vaguely sexual with her would be ruined by whatever fucked up details my power would show me about her. It had happened every single time I'd tried to find someone to go out on a date with, someone to have sex with, that at this point it felt inevitable. My power started giving me some really weird information… and then the world shifted.

I vaguely recall my power screeching something incoherent at me as my mind filled up with ridiculous nonsense that I could barely understand. Right away I felt tired, extremely so, and my brain ached like it was being blended into a liquid that would soon leak out of my ears. I turned toward Brian, trying to tell him what was happening, that I was dying, but I just couldn't make the words come together correctly. "Br-uhh! Br-uuh-uuh-ian!" I stuttered out, my voice shrill from the panic that enveloped me. My knees wobbled, and just like that I was no longer able to support my own weight. As my legs buckled, I clawed at my new teammate's chest and shoulder desperately, trying to grab on, but I couldn't make my hands work correctly.

I fell backward, striking first my shoulder and then my head on the cold tile floor of the greasy burger joint that I had been preparing to force myself to eat in, despite its slovenly state. I knew that I was dying, that this was the last place I would ever see on earth. My power continued to pour random numbers and symbols into the forefront of my brain, exacerbating the injuries that were swiftly killing me. The information made no sense… it was almost like my power was panicking, desperately jabbering away like a frightened child who thinks there are monsters under her bed. The random letters and numbers flashed through my mind over and over as I lay there spasming on the stained tile floor.

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'What a shiity way to die,' I thought. I blinked my watery eyes and prepared to meet my end.

I felt coldness press in on me, my vision blurring as I prepared to find out the answer to the greatest mystery in all of human existence. Tears welled up in my eyes as I silently raged against the injustice of it all, about how unfair it was that I should die when I hadn't even had the taste of a fat cock or a slick little pussy on my tongue for nearly a year now. I wanted to get laid, damnit! Not to die like a schmuck on the floor of a stupid burger joint that I didn't even want eat at in the first place!

I felt Brain at my side, saw the black boy doing his best to comfort me. There was a sad look in his eye, and I could tell that he knew I was dying, even though my power was eerily silent now. Alec was on the phone to 911, but I knew that they wouldn't get here soon enough to matter. Even if the paramedics arrived before I died there was little they would be able to do for a brain injury like the one I undoubtedly had. Unless Panacea happened to walk through the door I was completely fucked… and maybe even then, as I suddenly recalled that she didn't work on brains. If I was religious, then I would started praying right about then. Hell, I actually did start praying, just in case.

'God… any God... if you're out there, please listen! If you save me then I promise to do whatever you want me to, for the rest of my life. Please, just help me!' I thought frantically, willing someone, somewhere to answer my frantic plea.

That's when my Guardian Angel flew through the door, here with the express purpose of saving my life. I watched her land by my side and say something reassuring to Brian. And then her hand was lying on me, and suddenly everything was alright again. My damaged tissues were repaired, my entire body felt like a million bucks, and even the stupid fucking headache I'd had earlier was gone. I looked into the eyes of the icon of perfection personified that had saved my life. My mouth opened to thank her, and a wave of something indescribable swept through me. I stared into her eyes, and an emotion that I'd never really felt before filled my heart and mind. Something was changing inside of me, and I was becoming somehow more than I had been previously. It was like two puzzle pieces were locking together, to form a coherent whole. It felt so right… but then I felt my parahuman ability react to it, and once again a searing bolt of agony swept through my head as it was filled with more of the incomprehensible shit that led to my previous attack.

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My power engaged, trying to make sense of The Angel… Trying to make sense of whatever had just happened in my head, or heart, or soul to make me feel so complete, to somehow permanently tie the very essence of my being to this beautiful creature's. Whatever it was, it had nearly killed me again in the process, when my power strenuously objected to it. I shook as my power flared once more, and something else in my traitorous head burst, causing a wave of indescribable agony to course through my body. Any thoughts I had at that time were simply wiped away, as I fought to keep from blacking out from the pain. I felt the warmth of my Angel's healing power again, but stronger this time… much stronger than before. My entire body thrummed with her power, golden light penetrating my very soul as she worked to fix me a second time.

As the Angel healed me, I felt it as something amazing happened. I had a dozen tiny, silent orgasms as all of the nerves in my body tingled with the soothing electricity my Angel was flooding me with. I shuddered under my breath as my pussy juiced all over, leaving my panties and jeans soaked through. I felt my eyes forced closed by the energy coursing through me, as my brain and body were altered and somehow made better than they had been before. I should have been scared; worried beyond belief that my flesh was being shaped in strange and new ways that I had never known possible. But I wasn't. For some crazy reason I intrinsically trusted the beautifully inhuman creature who was helping me. It was an extension of the feeling that I'd had a moment before, when my power flipped out.

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Put quite simply, I was hers. She could do whatever she wished with me, and it would be right. Even my power no seemed to have been altered somehow, as it spat out another burst of jumbled, garbled nonsense before suddenly going quiet, fading into the background in a way that it never had before since I'd first triggered. I could tell that it would sit there quinscenent now, until I called on it. A smile blossomed on my face as my I realized that this wonderful, amazing creature had not only healed my injury; she had also somehow pushed my past my boundaries, and made me greater than I could ever have become on my own. I silently vowed to my savior that all of me would be hers, in whatever way she wished, forever.

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My thoughts started moving faster, and my everything became more sensitive and responsive as I was changed, until I was something more than I had been. With an inaudible 'snap', something in my brain was altered, and my power, the thing that had defined my life for over a year, was suddenly different. Oh, I could use it the same way I had been up until now, but now it was greater than it had been, more all encompassing. And, most importantly, it didn't hurt to use it. I somehow knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that using my Thinker ability would never, ever hurt me again, either.

I was helped to my feet by the wonderful, amazing, gorgeous, benevolent woman who had healed me and transformed me into something better than I had ever dreamed I could be. I stared at her with reverence, my gaze filled with the unrestrained love and sexual desire that I felt for her in that moment. My eyes shined with devotion; it felt natural that I should do anything that my Angel wished. If she had asked me to jump into a fire or to kill someone in that moment... then I think that I might have done it. The fact that I would murder for her was startling to me, but it didn't alarm me at all. I was hers, and my existence was now devoted to allowing her desires to be made manifest. I knew deep down that I had chosen this path, that it had not been forced upon me… and that made all the difference.

I studied the eight foot tall angel, complete with flaming sword on her hip. My Thinker powers worked on her now for some reason. When I focused on the red-haired, winged woman my power didn't give me so much as a tingle, let alone the terrible agony they'd just put me through previously. Even with my powers turned on her form, I could find no fault with the sweet Angel of Mercy who had delivered me from death. When I thought of giving myself to her physically, of taking her as a lover, for once I wasn't treated to a list of her faults and disgusting habits. My power whispered to me that she was perfect, beautiful, and the most important being in existence. It was enough to make me weak in the knees. My power was nice enough to inform me that the porcelain Angel found me attractive as well, which soothed the growing worry I had felt that my feelings for her would not be mutual. I didn't just want this woman sexually, it felt like I needed her.

When she tried to pull her hand from my desperate grasp, something inside of me nearly died. Fighting to stop myself from sobbing in desperation, my newly reforged Thinker power worked fervently to find a way to keep her from leaving me… or maybe, I could go with her. A desperate, dangerous plan coalesced in seconds, my power and heavily boosted brain concocting it almost on their own, with only the least bit of input from my conscious mind. My mind and power were just so responsive, now.

I found my body moving on it's own, blocking my face from being seen by anyone in the room, as well as their various recording devices. I was able to calculate the various angles and account for reflective surfaces on the fly as I moved, which is definitely not something I had previously been capable of. My power also informed me that the blinding speed I had moved with was only a tiny fraction of the speed I would now be able to achieve. "I'm being held captive," I whispered to her, my voice nearly silent. "Please help me. Take me with you." I used the most plaintive tone that I was capable of, and my face was the very picture of desperation. I felt awful for acting, instead of simply being myself for my Angel, but unless I convinced her in the brief window of time before she left Fugly Bob's, then this might well be the last time I ever saw her. I could not let that happen.

To my undying delight she believed me, appearing to understand that I was telling the truth as I spoke. Before I knew it she had fed Brian some lie or other, and I was being held in her incredibly strong arms. I nearly came again when I felt Ariel's hand on my backside, gently squeezing and massaging my firm little bubble butt as she held my trembling body firmly against her armored chest. I held her hand tightly and bit my lip, fighting not to orgasm simply from her touch. I was overwhelmed, a little bit scared… and desperately horny. I was still reeling from the near death experience and the changes that had been made to my body, and my Thinker power was feeding me more data that I knew what to do with, as it could be left on constantly now without any negative effects at all. I found myself simultaneously joyful to have escaped my captivity so quickly and terrified that I would once more be captured by Coil, somehow. In short, I was a mess.

Exploring my tumultuous feelings with my responsive new mind, I was reassured to find that the love I'd spontaneously developed for my angelic savior was still shining deep inside of me; the golden light in my soul which bound me to her throbbing in time with my heartbeat. I had been wondering since the beginning if I was being mastered by her, but my upgraded power quickly put the kibosh on that idea. I could definitely still act against her, if I needed to… I just didn't want to. I felt a deep seated need to be of service to her… to worship her. I shuddered at the thought of lavishing love and adoration onto the winged woman as I kneeled before her and did my best to please her with my mouth. I had never played around with dominance and M&S stuff before, but it definitely seemed to be a kink that I possessed now. Would she like that? My power suddenly sent me a long stream of information on the Angel who was holding me in her arms. It told me that she would like it very much.

Body is much more responsive than a human's. Cannot feel pain. Things that would normally cause pain either produce a mild tingling sensation or overwhelming pleasure. Ariel is not human. She's more than human. Better than human. She is incredibly pent up, and needs a massive sexual release badly.

My power also helpfully informed me that Ariel wasn't actually a human being. I ignored that, of course… my power had been wrong before, usually when I fed it the wrong information. If my Guardian Angel wasn't a human then what was she, anyway... chopped liver? Stupid power. Even though it was working much better now, my parahuman ability had just nearly killed me... it would probably be a while before I would trust it like I had previously. Oh, I would still use my powers, of course; I would just need to take what they told me with a grain of salt. My power quit feeding me data for a second when I thought about its unreliability, as if in protest, before starting up again. 'No, Lisa,' I told myself sternly, 'your power most definitely did not just get offended when you indicated that you no longer trust it completely.'

Before I knew it, the beautiful porcelain Angel who had saved my life was flying us into the air,and then phasing directly through the ceiling of Fugly Bob's. We soared through the clear blue sky at a startling speed, headed toward a tall building that my power told me had long since been abandoned due to the declining need for professional offices and the like in Brockton Bay. We phased through solid matter once again, this time through the wall of the office building.

We were on the top floor of the building, in a large, open space that had at one time housed over a dozen suites and office spaces. There were a few structural walls here and there, but nearly the entire top floor was empty, open space due to the modular walls, which had been used to separate out the different office spaces, having been long since removed. Surprisingly the space was fairly neat and tidy, its cleanliness only marred by some dust here and there, and stacks of old furniture. There were a plethora of old desks and office chairs, outdated remnants of the 90's and early 00's. Most of the old office desks had been stacked against one of the walls, but there were a half dozen which were scattered here and there haphazardly. One of the desks had a chair pulled up to it, and I noticed that the dust around that area was disturbed.

We made ourselves comfortable, with my Angel leaning against a wall and me standing beside her. We talked for a little bit, and I somehow managed to put my foot in my stupid mouth when my power figured out that she was using some kind of power or technology to disguise herself, probably due to how scared and nervous I felt. My mind kept looping, the same worry repeating over and over in my head; I was terrified that the woman that I inexplicably felt as though I belonged to would send me away. The idea of never seeing her again was terrifying to me, and I couldn't remove it from my mind. Ariel had saved my life, given me my freedom; she was the first person in over a year that I was able to think about sexually without my power causing me to recoil in disgust. My poor, neglected pussy had throbbed powerfully every time she looked at me, every time that I was able to touch that smooth, beautiful alabaster skin.

My desperate need for her body was only overshadowed by my fear of rejection, of losing her before I'd ever even had her. And as I was standing there near the object of my desire, I learned that Ariel wasn't actually a particularly fortunate Case 53, or a changer, or even an adult woman at all. She was a teenage girl just like me, who was somehow even more gorgeous and sexy to my hungry eyes in her true form. This beautiful brunette Goddess, Taylor Hebert, was even more desirable than her angelic counterpart had been, and my power was equally silent when it came to her flaws and deficiencies. Quite the opposite, in fact; my power kept telling me that she was perfect, whatever that meant, and that it was my job to care for her and protect her in every way possible. It again insisted that she wasn't human, but again I tuned that out, having no want or need for that level of ridiculousness in the state that I was in.

Taylor Hebert is perfect. No flaws or mortal frailties. She's worried that you know too much about her powers and identity. Actively considering somehow eliminating you as a threat. Doesn't want to harm you but will if she feels she has to. Taylor Hebert isn't human; beyond human. Perfect. She's also extremely horny and frustrated. She finds you extremely attractive. Taylor wants to fuck you badly. Subconscious desire to have several nasty, dirty sexual acts performed on her. Recently had a store of knowledge containing information about every existent sexual fetish downloaded directly into her mind.

My brain slowly rebooted while I digest the information my power has given me. I was pulling information more easily that I ever had before, learning things that I shouldn't have been able to from the amount of information I had taken in. Taylor was clearly beautiful, flawless even, but not human? What does that even mean? Regardless of whether or not it's true, I still feel the same way about her. It's fucking crazy, and I should probably be running away screaming, but I still want to make hard love to this girl, and the fact that she evidently has some pretty hardcore sexual fetishes only enhances my desire for her. It's a way that I can serve her, something I can do for her that will make her want to keep me by her side forever. At this point I'm fully committed to becoming whatever this girl wants me to be… but I'd really prefer that whatever role she wants me in involves copious amount of sex.

I quickly make sure that the new center of my universe understands that I mean her no harm. Just the opposite, in fact. "Woah, woah, no need to do anything drastic!" I exclaimed, holding up my hands in surrender. 'Please,' my eyes implore her, 'I would never do anything to hurt you. Not in a million years.' The thought of doing anything that would lead to the slightest harm to my most precious person leaves me feeling physically ill. The emotion is so strong that I'm convinced that I would die before giving her a papercut. I assure her up and down that I mean no threat to her, and explain that sometimes my fat mouth causes me problems by running away with itself. Thankfully, my Angel understands. After a moment where she studies me intently, she forgives me, and asks me for more information my situation.

I spill my guts about myself, the Undersides, Coil… everything. I'd basically gifted my soul to this enormously attractive girl, so a little thing like letting her in on all my secrets was trivial at this point. I'm certain by this point that Taylor is unaware of the bond we share, and that it wasn't something that she caused or even knew about. My power informs me that the connection is definitely a two way street, but that the amount of energy and information flowing from me to her is tiny compared to the huge quantities of power that she already possesses. The trickle of energy and data that's being sent from me to her would be practically undetectable she actively went looking for it. The only reason that I haven't told her about the connection is that I'm afraid that she'll try to remove it. My power assures me that she can't actually get rid of it, not unless I do something to betray her at least, but I don't want to chance losing the wonderful feeling of her golden light that's inside of me now. Just the thought of having the tiny spark of her essence removed from my core nearly causes me to break down crying. I master myself, and force my attention back on the world around me. I'm about to finished telling Taylor everything, and I need to find out if she has any questions, or if she needs more information about something I've said.

I'm crying though, now, and because of my distress I'm doing a really shitty job of serving her needs. Admitting to Taylor my imprisonment and status as a forced villain dredged up all of the emotions associated with my recent past... and it hurt. It felt doubly bad to have to explain my failings to the girl who had become the most important person in the world to me in the last twenty minutes. I looked up at Taylor's big, honey brown eyes, my own beginning to water. She gave me a small smile, which I returned shyly. I wiped away a tear, and wondered briefly if I was still going to cry. I was, and I did; just a little bit, though. I tried to tell her Taylor how amazing she was, how much I appreciated what she had done for me. It fell flat, because my power kept warning me off when I wanted to tell her how much I loved her, and that she was now my everything.

Looking back, it was amazing that I didn't scare her off during the first five minutes we were alone together. Thankfully, I managed keep my lips sealed when it came to the things that I knew would frighten or confuse her. Or the ones that would make her think she was mastering me. She wasn't, by the way… My power kept telling me that I had voluntarily given myself to her, though I couldn't quite remember how… I guess it was during the time I was experiencing all those brain aneurysms. That would definitely explain it. One of Taylor's hot buttons was a nearly rabid aversion to taking away people's free will, so I needed to steer clear of making her think she was doing that to me… at all costs.

When she took my trembling body into her arms, I knew that I would only be able to restrain myself for so long. Being around this girl, who was somehow even younger and less experienced than me, was incredibly arousing… I could feel my body responding to alluring presence, my dormant sexuality awakening under the influence of her incredibly erotic form. Taylor was a tall, thin girl with very large breasts and a thin waist that flared out into a delicious, jiggly bubble butt. As I snuck glances and lightly touched her with my small, soft hands, warm in her embrace, I rapidly became drunk on her unfocused, virgin sexuality. My power was practically screaming at me that my Angel wanted me to fuck her, that she needed me to provide her with as much sexual pleasure as I was capable of giving. It was incredibly tough to ignore it, to hold myself back from doing something that I already wanted to do so very badly.

Taylor needs sex. Is slowly becoming more erratic in her behaviors from repressing her desires and the new physical needs of her body. She wants you to fuck needs to orgasm as hard and as long as possible to relieve her built up stress and to satisfy her physiology. Wants you to be rough with her, to dominate her. She's shy and inexperienced. Needs you to make the first move. You know you want to.

I almost whimpered at the last piece of 'information' that my power shared with me… I already fucking knew that I wanted to have sex with Taylor, goddamnit it! I held out as long as I could, rubbing my thighs together to gently stimulate my weeping pussy as I answered Taylor's questions about the Undersiders, explaining their role in my story. I kept myself as still as possible in her arms, forcing my body not to betray my intense, overwhelming attraction for the brunette teen's delicious body as we had a discussed the terrible, incredibly immoral system that was in place for dealing with underage parahumans like ourselves if they made even the slightest mistake. The fire in her eyes as she declared that she was going to bring down the man that had made the last few weeks of my life a living hell cemented the undying adoration I held for this incredible heroine.

I couldn't help but question her impulsive announcement, but I knew that she wasn't going to back down. Impulsively, I followed a strong prompt given to me by my power to lie to Taylor, something that made me feel sick the moment I did so. I told her that I wasn't able to read her, when in fact I was able to read her better than I'd ever read anyone before. I figured out the reason for the deception; to further the illusion that I wasn't already her loyal servant. Sometime soon, my power informed me, something would take place that Taylor needed to be absolutely sure I was doing of my own free will. If she suspected that she was somehow mastering me during whatever this event was, then it would hurt her very badly, and our short association would likely either end, or be in jeopardy as a result. I was a little leery of trusting my reforged power to this extent, but I would rather lie to her than to hurt her, as long as the lie itself was relatively benign.

In seconds, I was feeling even worse, as the curly haired sophomore decided to trust me enough to tell me her real identity. I avoided showing her how distressed I was, but it was a close thing. Only her comforting arm, still encircling me allowed me to fend off another set of tears. God, when had I become such a crybaby?

When I felt the most beautiful girl on earth lean deeper into our embrace after introducing herself, my angst over lying to her was forgotten. The fifteen year old's soft, white hand trailed over my back gently as she wrapped both arms around me, sent electric shivers down my ultra-conductive spine, igniting the fire in my groin. When her face came so close to my own that I could see my reflection in her eyes, there was simply too much temptation present for my weakened willpower to resist.

Leaping on the startled teen like a predator lying in wait, I pressed my lips against hers. I put all of the experience I'd gained as a formed slut to use, my lips sucking and nibbling on Taylor's as she moaned into my mouth. When opened her mouth in surprise I introduced her to my tongue, wiggling it against hers and running it softly over her thick, tender lisp. I was definitely being a little aggressive, which was not the usual when dealing with a virgin… but according to the information supplied by my power this was exactly what the tall, stacked girl needed. My pussy throbbed and every nerve in my body thrummed with pleasure as I continued to kiss the younger teen who I had wrapped myself around. I squealed into Taylor's mouth and nearly came when she grabbed my ass in both of her hands and began enthusiastically kissing me back. The brunette's knee pressed hard against my sobbing cunt, and that caused me to lose it.

Howling from the first orgasm that had been given to me by another human being in over a year, I threw my head back, my long blond hair flying all over. I shuddered under the searing waves of ecstasy that rolled over my insanely sensitive body, continuing to shove my sex against the brunette cape's kneecap. Taylor leaned down, her tall body shadowing my own as her mouth locked onto the side of my neck. I whimpered and moaned as my orgasm intensified exponentially under her oral attack, the teenager's full lips and strong tongue working over the ultra sensitive flesh of my neck and shoulder, her teeth nipping at my soft skin gloriously as I convulsed in ecstasy. I came harder from dry humping this beautiful girl's leg than I had ever cum from having a big dick up inside of me or a talented mouth sucking and tonguing my sweet little snatch, cementing my desire to tie myself to the girl who had saved me, to do whatever I could to make her want to keep me forever.

We sank to the ground, still leaning against each other. Taylor kept planting delicious kisses on my neck and jaw, rekindling my desire nearly before the epic cum I'd just experienced had even fully played out. I tangled my hands in her long, silky hair and once more we were locked in a searing, million degree makeout session. Our tongues slid over each other and intertwined in the sexiest lesbian lip lock that I had ever shared with another girl. My entire body felt hot, and excitement flowed through my veins like a drug. The soft, feminine scent of Taylor's arousal filled my nostrils, making me shudder at how delicious it smelled. I needed to give her more pleasure, to make her cum as hard as possible. I nearly paused as my power whispered into my mind about the kinky, sexually deviant things that my Angel desired, but I didn't pause; if she wanted me to do it then I would. For her, I would do nearly anything.

I don't know which of us started it, but without warning we began tearing each other's clothing off as fast as we could. I saw Taylor hook a finger in the band of my panties and pull, the thin, silky undergarment coming apart under the force of her lust. When her shirt came off, my eyes couldn't help but gravitate toward the gorgeous melons that the brunette goddess had somehow been concealing under the loose-cut top. I drank in the appearance of her gorgeous, perfect breasts, my power noting that there was not a single flaw in sight. Taylor's big, fat boobs were completely symmetrical, and they looked absolutely huge on her young thin frame. My mouth began to water as I stared, and before I knew it I was on her again, pushing the surprised girl backward as I locked my lips around one of her big, pink nipples.

Taylor's tits were delicious. I licked and flicked, sucked and bit, savaging her enormous mounds the way that I knew she secretly desired as abject lust bubbled up from deep inside of me. For once my stupid power was actually helping me out when it came to sex, feeding me all kinds of numbers and drawing some startling conclusions as I worked to pleasure my new lover, and to sate my own hunger for her stupendously amazing rack. I swiftly realized that nothing I was doing was stressing Taylor's skin, not even in the slightest. The little bites I had been giving her were only causing her further arousal, not even so much as a tooth mark or spot of reddened skin being made as I nipped gently at her beautiful flesh.

Superhuman durability. Tensile strength of entire surface of body is higher than carbon nanotubes. Elasticity higher than spring steel. Amount of pleasure felt in erogenous zones increases exponentially as the amount of force is increased. Wants you to suck and bite her breasts as hard as you can. Secretly wants to lactate, and wants you to drink her breast milk. Wants to be treated like bad girl and a slut. Unaware that she is using her powers to modify her own body so that she can carry out these subconscious desires. Being as rough as possible will make her come with maximum force and duration.

I increased the intensity of my breast worship, beginning to slap her boobs and bite down harder than I had been doing, but still well within the realms of normal, if rough, sexplay. Taylor ate it up, squealing and juicing all over the place, making me grin around the mouthful of nipple and boob I had in my mouth. The increased force I was using was still not causing her body any issues, and since it made her feel so good, I kicked it up a notch. Or ten. I knew that she could take it, and the fierce, raging desire inside of me demanded that I do everything I could to please my new lover. It wasn't what I was used to, but it appeared to be exactly what my new lover needed.

I sucked and bit frantically, working on her long nipples with all the force I could muster. She was so resilient that my jaw started to become sore. The curvy teenager underneath me gasped and moaned at this treatment, so I took both of her tits into my mouth at once and shook my head back and forth, causing her big soft melons to jiggle from side to side. The roundness and weight of the fifteen year old's enormous breasts seemed to increase as I played with them, causing her nearly unbearable pleasure as pressure seemed to build up inside of them. Taylor seemed to go crazy at this, a high pitched noise coming from her throat, and I could actually feel her boobs swelling now, growing fatter and more turgid as I continued to bite and suck on them.

Doing these depraved things to the sweet, wonderful girl who had saved me from both death, and a fate worse than it, was turning me on immensely. My puffy, soaking wet cunt was drooling all over my lover's legs as I furiously mouth fucked her titties, my tiny twat clenching open and closed on nothing from the advanced state of arousal I was in. I rubbing my burning hot snatch on Taylor's leg again, really grinding the dripping mound against her smooth, sexy body. Suddenly, I felt Taylor's nipples swell up enormously, actually forcing my teeth apart a bit as they became larger and puffier. I rapidly flicked my small pink tongue against her nubs, slathering them with saliva as I eagerly waited for what I knew was coming.

The points on each of Taylor's soft, delicious tits lengthened and thickened in between my lips and then exploded, filling my mouth with a thick, creamy substance that I quickly identified as breast milk. I swallowed the mouthful that my lover had given me, humming in pleasure at the sweet, delicious taste that inundated my tastebuds. Hungry for more of the yummy stuff that the thoughtful little sweetheart was feeding me, I sealed my mouth over her nipples and eased up with my teeth a bit, creating a tight vacuum seal so that I wouldn't miss a drop of the thick, wonderful cream that she was spewing. The young teen started wailing like she was being tortured as her mounds shook and sprayed, another huge wave of thick, rich cream squirting powerfully into my mouth. One of the streams hitting the back of my throat; I eagerly swallowed it down, my crotch sparking with pleasure as I serviced the girl who now owned me.

"Mmmmm…!" I hummed, swirling the mouthful of cream around in my mouth before greedily consuming it. A loud gulping sound echoed through the room as I swallowed, and rivulets of breastmilk escaped from my mouth to run down my chin and neck. I have no idea what normal mother's milk was supposed to taste like, but I strongly suspected that it wasn't this. The cream squirting forcefully from Taylor's huge knockers was thicker than most of the jizz I'd eaten, back was I was the school bicycle in Hartford. It was also incredibly sweet, tasting more like a vanilla milkshake than regular milk. It also had a similar texture to the sips of heavy whipping cream I'd snuck whenever my grandmother was preparing homemade desserts. I was well and truly hooked; if Taylor ever wanted me to nurse her tits to another orgasm again, then I would be an eager and willing participant.

There was something else about Taylor's milk as well, something that I couldn't put my finger on… It's sounds crazy, but it was almost as if the thick, creamy stuff was making me feel more energetic as I ate it, suffusing my body with a warm, happy glow that radiated out from my rapidly filling tummy. Sucking down the rich, delicious cream was also increasing my arousal like mad and causing me to edge ever closer to another orgasm. I realized that I loved doing this for her, taking a part of this amazing, gorgeous person into myself and making it a part of me while giving her enormous amount of pleasure in the process. Whatever way she wanted me was fine; I would be happy to service my Angel's body in any lewd, disgusting way that she wanted it.

I could feel that there was a huge amount of milk still in the stacked teenager's tits, so I jammed my hands into the sides of her tits as hard as I could, sinking my slim, strong fingers into her huge breasts until I could barely see my wrists. Taylor squealed, and an especially big blast of warm, creamy goodness flooded my mouth, nearly making me choke. A large portion of the flood spilled from my still sealed mouth, and a little trickle of milk poured from my nostrils, running down my face and onto her tits that had generated it. I snorted to clear the thick cream out of my nose and then began squeezing as hard as I could, roughly massaging the deepest, most tender parts of the large pair of breasts I was sucking on. My power told me that this would make her feel even better, and would prolong the impossible orgasm that she was experiencing. I quickly amended that though; with parahuman powers anything was possible, it looked like. I'd never heard of someone orgasming in their tits before, but here it was happening… and I had even helped to cause it!

I nearly choked again as the thick jets of cream being squirted into my sucking mouth increased in intensity and volume. Taylor moaned again, her breasts making loud sloshing and gurgling sounds as their milk production doubled under the onslaught. I moaned around her saliva covered nipples, humping and grinding my crotch against my lover as my own orgasm smashed through me. My hot juices flowed over the brow haired girl's legs as I fucked against her, grinding my poor, swollen clitoris against Taylor's shin roughly. I lifted my head up as I came, arching my back. The nipples still stuck in my mouth caused my lesbian lover's pendulous breasts to be pulled up high into the air as I rose up, stretching them and making them wobble back and forth. I dug my hands into them even harder, using my body weight to massage them with as much force as I possessed. Taylor's eyes rolled into the back of her head under this new assault; seeing her experience new heights of pleasure intensified my own cum. My toes curled as I rubbed my sticky, dripping pulsating pussy back and forth on the gorgeous brunette's leg.

I sighed around my mouthful of milk spewing nipples as my orgasm began to ebb. When I lowered my body from its raised position, I was treated to the sight of Taylor's small, virgin pussy literally gushing girl cum, hot jets of clear, slippery female jizz squirting out of her with nearly as much force as the milk discharging from deep inside her fat tits. I pulled my hand from her right tit, while the other one continued to strongly clench, digging into the sweet tissues of her other breast to help her express as much milk and experience as much pleasure as possible. I moved my free hand down her body, thrilling at the soft, silky feel of my new lover's skin. I took a few seconds to examine her violently orgasming pussy; it was just a gorgeous as the rest of her, nearly inhuman in its beauty and symmetry. Her opening was so small that I was worried about hurting my young lover for a moment, before remembering her incredible Brute durability... and the way that Taylor seemed to experience intense, neatly mind bending pleasure from things that would cause other people serious pain or discomfort.

Continuing to suck jet after jet of rich cream from Taylor's constantly spewing boobs, I squeezed the first three fingers of my hand together tightly and then lined them up at the tiny entrance to the high school sophomore's small, virgin pussy. My power continued to chatter away, instructing me to give it to her as hard as I could. I slammed my sticky digits into Taylor's tiny, millimeter wide opening just as hard as I could, pushing them in all the way up inside of her in one long, powerful motion. It was a good thing that I was holding onto her tit so tightly, because when I fucked my fingers into her, the sobbing, moaning sophomore thrust her hips up at me so hard that she nearly bucked me off. She continued to thrust her crotch up and down wildly as I fingerfucked her hard, so I moved my legs apart, settling my knees on the floor on either side of her until I was steady.

When I was no longer in danger of falling off of the flailing, wildly orgasming girl, I started really going to town on the healing cape's hot, dripping love hole. She was still gushing a physically impossible amount of clear girly goo, so her spasming love tunnel was so well lubricated that I was able to run my fingers in and out of her rapidly despite the incredible snugness of her tiny cunt. I slammed my fingers in and out of her as quickly and forcefully as I could, wincing when her spasming snatch squeezed down on me hard enough that it hurt. In retaliation, I jammed another finger into her buttery little snatch, fucking the better part of my hand in and out of her creaming love hole just as hard as I could. Taylor continued to thrust back up at me furiously as she whimpered and spasmed in bliss, mindless rutting against me as she experienced the world's longest orgasm. She buried her hands in my straight blonde hair, tugging at my locks gently as I continued to suck huge gouts of cream from deep inside of her spasming titties and finger her sopping wet hole. My power helpfully told me that her body was experiencing two different kinds of orgasms at once, and that there was enough neural energy devoted to shooting pleasure impulses through her brain that it would have killed a dozen normal girls by now. I could only wonder what the incredible level of pleasure Taylor was under felt like as even I, with all the upgrades she had given me, would not have survived an orgasm like the one I was causing the hot teen to shudder and squeal her way through.

The answer is literally unknowable. Humans are not meant to experience pleasure like that… Cannot experience pleasure like that. She is not human; better than human. More. Above you. Ascendant. Taylor Hebert is a literal Goddess, and you are her first acolyte. Be a good little slave, and continue worshipping your Goddess in the manner that She has chosen for you.

I blinked at my power's announcement, my eyes widening. My muscles tensed a bit, and I felt shocked, but I didn't let a little thing like an existential crisis prevent me from giving my beautiful...Goddess?...what She was due. I kept working Her body lovingly as I searched my feelings for the answer. But I already knew it to be true. The Girl who had saved me, The One who had appeared to me in the form of a literal Angel… wasn't a human being at all. Oh, I was completely certain that She had started off as a human, and not too long ago at that. But by some means, She had ascended to something beyond even the mightiest of parahumans, to a level reserved for actual Deities. Taylor Hebert was an actual Goddess… and I had willingly traded my immortal soul to Her in exchange for my own life. I could remember as clear as day now, lying on the floor of the burger joint as everything I was or could eventually be was torn from me as I died. I had begged a God I didn't believe in, any God out there to spare my life, promising everything I was capable of giving in return for that one thing. She had been planning to heal me anyway, but that didn't matter; I had proposed the contract, and she had fulfilled it. After that I was Hers mind, body, and soul. And I would belong to Her for the rest of time, from now unto eternity.

I understood the bond that connected Taylor and I, now. It was a way for Her to gather power, to increase to potency of Her Divinity. A single person such as me, even one who had given their soul to Her, only provided Her with the equivalent of a few drops of power a day. But once people realized that there was an actual Goddess walking among them, there would be no end to the people who would begin worshipping Taylor, providing the young Deity with nearly unlimited power. I could envision a scenario where she would eventually be capable of anything, once a Church devoted to Her rose up and spread across the land. The thought of the majesty that was my beloved Goddess being embraced by everyone alive nearly made me cum again, it was so potent.

'I understand my purpose now,' I though, continuing to make love to fuck the Perfect Being under assault by my mouth and fingers. My entire reason for existence is to serve Her, to help Taylor Hebert become the greatest, most powerful Goddess possible. I would do anything and everything She told me to, of course, but I knew what my role in Her organization should be. I would become Her Pope, her chief Acolyte; the person who would broadcast Her Divine presence to the world. I would create a Church dedicated to Her which would be a true reflection of my Goddess's glory, an organization which would persist on this, and all Earths until the end of time. 'I've got a lot of work ahead of me,' I thought as I swallowed another delicious, creamy mouthful of the Divine cream that my Lady was sweet enough to gift me with. I redoubled my efforts to bring the brunette Divinity's body fathomless, untold amount of pleasure, my wrist aching when I began fucking my entire tiny fist up into Her gooey, delicious looking little snatch.

Taylor's eyes rolled up into Her head, and the sheer sexualaity of Her hypersensitive body was nearly enough to get me off again. I moved sideways, lifting my leg up and straddling Her left leg again. Smashed my quivering mound against my Goddess's bent knee again, a sweet burning feeling emerged from my overstimulated clit. I slid back and forth as I kept sucking and fucking the Divine teen orgasming continuously beneath me, setting off another huge orgasm in my tender, overstimulated cunt. Taylor pulled my hair hard, nearly tearing some it out and causing the waves of pleasure welling up from my core to spiral out of control. I nearly drown on Her milk as I came, bright lights dancing in front of my eyes. My breath came out in ragged gasps, and my fourth orgasm in the last hour felt better than the previous three combined, the knowledge that I was fucking an actual Goddess, one who owned me no less, enough to provide my slutty, perverted body with nearly enough pleasure to render me unconscious.

Suddenly, I felt something indescribably beginning to happen in my shuddering, bliss overloaded body. I kept slam-fucking my fingers into my lover and slapping Her nipples with my tongue throughout as I continued to nurse, sucking sweet, delicious milk from Taylor's pale, pink capped titties. The sensations kept building, lengthening and intensifying my nearly transcendent orgasm. I caused my pussy, and oddly enough the area directly above my clit, to fill up with so much raw, visceral joy that I almost passed out again. Somehow I held on, fighting the temptation to fall to the ground, insensate. The pleasure, and now a kind of pressure, grew and grew, the spot right above my vaginal mound starting to ache sweetly. The sore spot felt like my roughly used pussy did to the next day after inviting three or four boys over to and having them take me all at once, all night long. I wondered what was happening; the patch of skin that was aching wasn't even touching anything. My power answered that question for me, raising half a dozen more in the process.

Swelling and abrasion caused by ongoing physiological changes taking place. Internal structures below affected area in flux. New organs forming outer layer of abdominal cavity; external organs, only being grown internally. Outer layer of skin bulging out as organs form. Skin becoming thinner and more elastic so that oversized organs will fit in pouch as they grow. Changes are being made by The Goddess using healing power as a vector and energy source to perform changes, directing them with micro scale telekinesis. Advanced knowledge of medicine and anatomy required to perform changes correctly. Recently had information on every medical technique in existence downloaded into her mind.

My aches and strains, the patches of skin on my knees that I had slightly abraded from too much friction, my overstimulated pussy, and half a dozen microscopic, sex-related aches and pains suddenly started to feel better. All of my minor maladies faded away into nothing in only a second. Any negative physical feelings of any kind were completely eliminated, but the pressure in my lower abdomen only increased. I crested the wave of bliss, the energy Taylor uses to heal and modify organisms shooting through my no-longer aching pussy like lightning, making me groan out my joy into the younger teenager's huge tits as I bit them roughly. The power coursing through my veins reenergized me each second, prolonging my orgasm enormously, giving me the bare hint of a taste of what Taylor had been experiencing for the last half an hour as both her pussy and tits continually came like crazy.

After several minutes my epic cum finally broke, releasing me from it's delicious hold. I felt completely wiped, like I had just spent all day working out at the gym... or getting gangbanged with strapons by the entire junior cheerleading team, like that one time in 9th grade. I shuddered, wondering what kind of insane body Taylor possessed to have been experiencing a greater degree of ecstasy than I was this whole time. My stomach was uncomfortably full after all of the breast milk I'd drunk, but Taylor's cream was just so good… Finally though, I simply couldn't hold any more, and the hot, thick goo began pouring from my mouth as I continued pleasuring my Goddess, licking and chewing on her nipples as they continued to spray. The gooey, sticky milk Taylor's boobs were still spewing flowed out from between my pink lips, running down my chin and pouring all over her gigantic rack. Wasting the delicious treat that She was honoring me with made me feel surprisingly bad, and only the fact that my tummy was already massively overloaded kept me from trying to drink more.

I kept fingering my Angel, needing to make Her feel good, wanting so badly to show the beautiful girl who owned of my soul proof of the love I felt for Her. I was driven, and I wasn't going to break until She did. If my Goddess needed to keep cumming forever, then I would keep finger-fucking Her slick, sexy body until I passed out from exhaustion; keep sucking Her beautiful, oversized titties until my mouth could no longer form a vacuum. I knew that Her body needed the pleasure I was giving it, and badly, like a normal girl needs air; my power was clear on that much, at least.

I needed it, too. I was a sex addict in forced withdrawal, who had been presented with the hottest, most delicious girl that I had ever seen in my life. I was making hard love to a horny, pent up Goddess, a gorgeous, oversexed Angel who was experiencing untold amounts of pleasure all because of me. Her oversexed teenage body was creaming like mad and nearly all of the higher functions of Her brain were shut down due to overwhelming bliss because of something that I had done... It was a huge rush that I could bring someone else joy like that, especially someone I was in love with. And there's no question about it; I am madly, desperately in love with Taylor Hebert. I am Her's with every fiber of my being; my soul literally belongs to the brunette teen now. After having been forced to be celibate for so long it our tryst was a godsend, and I was feeling more fulfilled than I ever had before. I was discovering that I would do anything for my lover, even sexually torture her into cumming for a solid half hour while I got off, rubbing my pussy on her as I watched Her sexy, perfect body experience pleasures beyond the purview of mortal man. I did this for my Divine lover because it's what She wants, what She needs... and now that I belong to Taylor Hebert, I'm going to be taking care of as many of Her desires as She will let me.

My thoughts were interrupted when the pressure above my vagina reached it's peak, the huge, mysterious bulge there swelling enormously, where my Goddess was altering my body in some way that she had not deigned to tell me about. I felt the gigantic, football-sized bulge explode violently, splattering my crotch and the tops of my thighs were with a hot, slippery substance that felt like fresh jizz on my skin. I let Taylor's big nipples fall from my mouth and withdrew my fingers from Her still spasming pussy quickly, pulling my body backward to get a look. I cried out in shock, my eyes going wide from the strange sensations taking place in my groin both inside and out. Sitting up straight, I looked down to see just what in the hell had happened to me. I don't begrudge my Goddess her right to do with my body as she pleases, but a head's up would have been nice. I gasped in shock upon seeing the enormous tube of flesh and twin mangoes hanging from my crotch. I gulped; the size and weight of my new penis and testicles was enormous. I could feel the muscles and tendons in my groin stretching from the sheer mass of the oversized fuckpole and bloated, stuffed ballsack that Taylor had given me, causing them to ride low and cover up my womanhood. I nearly swooned when I caught a whiff of the musky, powerful male aroma that wafted up from my new endowment. My mouth watered; it had been so long since I'd been able to suck a cock that the sight of my own prick was making me drool. I thought about simply bending my waist and enveloping it with my soft, full lips. I smacked them together, a strand of drool falling from my sticky, cream covered face; I'll bet that my dick would taste really good... I wiped the drool from my mouth and turned my head to look at Taylor, who was starting to emerge from the sexual coma that I'd put Her into.

I wondered briefly why the incredibly beautiful Divine Being had needed me to fuck Her the way I'd done… Usually sweet, inexperienced fifteen year old virgins didn't want to be screwed so forcefully, or even to have the razor edge of someone's attention totally focused on them, the way mine had been. Oh, don't get me wrong; I had adored what we'd done together; I was just curious why her subconscious mind had been so intent on me working her body over like she was some kind of nasty, submissive pain-slut. When my power pinged her sexual desires I was getting mostly vanilla desires, with only a little bit of the hardcore fetish stuff that she had wanted showing up here and there. Her main kink seemed to be a desire to get fucked by a beautiful woman or girl with an enormous dick, which is almost definitely the reason I'm not a fully functional hermaphrodite with a dick the size of my lower leg. It didn't quite make sense… I focused my power on her like a laser, intent on getting some answers.

Goddess's sexual desire temporarily sated. Need for mortal worship also fulfilled... for now. Rough, submissive sex counts as a form of worship. Worship must include elements of sacrifice, difficulty, or peril to be effective. Divine Beings require worship from mortals in order to retain or strengthen their Divinity. Worship is a form of sustenance. Taylor Hebert will need to be worshipped regularly or her mood and mental health will degrade in the long term.

'Now isn't that interesting…' I thought. I'd been willing to believe that Taylor is Goddess fairly easily simply because it felt right, like the missing piece of a particularly stubborn puzzle was suddenly set into place. It also made sense; regular parahuman powers just didn't work like hers appeared to. I hadn't seen much of what she could do, not yet, but the little I had experienced appeared to operate on mechanics and principles that that differed massively from other capes' powers. Sure, I imagine quite a bit of Her Divine powers could be mimicked by certain parahumans, but the underlying principles were totally disparate according to my power. It was interesting to note that I could now use my Thinker power to analyze the inner workings of other cape's abilities; that wasn't typical among Thinkers, and definitely not something I was able to do before. Sure, in the past I could get a really good idea of what someone's power could do, what the rules for its use were; things like that… but I didn't have clue one how they actually operated. Now, though, just thinking about Rachel's power, for instance, yielded all kinds of information about the cellular growth that took place to build the enormous sheaths of layered muscle and sensory tissue that encased her dogs. I knew so much about the process now that I could probably build a device that could do something similar to her power. 'Am I a Tinker, now?' I wondered. I didn't think so, that answer didn't quite feel correct. It was more a case of my Thinker powers being expanded so much in both breadth and potency that I could do an OK job of faking a Tinker power. I suddenly wondered how Taylor's powers work... does my Goddess need to use the energy she gets from Worship to power her healing and phasing abilities? Will her powers grow stronger the more people who worship her? My power answered those questions with the ludicrous level of details that I was coming to expect from it after my power-assisted brain surgery.

Currently existent Divine abilities each act as free energy reactors, either fueling themselves as needed when they are used, or slowly creating a charge which fills a reserve that later fuels the ability. New Divine energy is generated ex-nihilo by the act of a mortal creature worshipping a genuine Celestial being. When you worshipped Taylor Divine energy was transferred from you to Her as the worship was taking place. Divine energy accumulates in the God or Goddess, and can be used for various tasks like strengthening the body or enhance existing powers. Accumulating Divine power also enhances a God's Divinity, increasing their dominion when enough has built up. Amount of energy generated by worship today was tiny, nearly insignificant. Much greater quantities of energy required for appreciable growth in power to happen. More followers, disciples, and acolytes needed to create more Divine energy. The amount of energy created by each instance of worship grows logarithmically as the number of people who honor and worship the Divine Being approaches the total population of a given world.

Learning this information only intensified my desire to follow the path I had previously selected. Taylor would need someone like me to become Her high priestess, head acolyte, or whatever She chooses to call me. Who better for the job than an extremely powerful Thinker like me? Speaking of the Girl in question, I ceased the lightning quick thought and power use, returning my full attention to the sticky, cream and pussy cum coated Teenager next to me. I needed to pretend to be at least a little upset about Her giving me a big dick; if I didn't, then She might get suspicious and eventually find out that I had successfully sold my soul to Her. That would open a can of worms that She was definitely not ready for yet. Though it broke my heart, I was going to need to deceive Her for a while, until She was ready to learn the truth about Her abilities. I couldn't let Her do something stupid, like deciding that She didn't need any followers, or trying to give me my soul back. I could already tell, from just the few facts I had learned and put together, that Taylor was eventually going to be orders of magnitude powerful than any human… including parahumans. Earth Bet needed Her to become that strong, so that She can successfully take on threats like the Endbringers and S-Class parahumans. I also really, really don't want to have my bond with brunette Deity broken… it constantly fills me with an echo of Taylor's divinity; feeling the warmth of Her powerful soul is indescribably wonderful. I think that I might even be willing to kill to prevent that from happening. I turned toward my Goddess.

Taylor was staring at me dumbly with a "fucked stupid" expression on Her face. She blinked Her eyes owlishly, looking down at my new addition with incredulity and disbelief written on Her features. I was actually a little concerned about my brand new penis, but I pretend to be much more worried about the huge slab of meat than I actually was, staring at it with shock written on my face. My exceptional mind and Thinker power had already put all of the information relating to the inhumanly large organ I'd grown, in less than a second; Taylor had given me a huge dick, complete with an enormous set of nuts, completely on accident. She hadn't even known what She was doing, probably lost in some kind of fantasy involving both a certain attractive blonde teenager-yours truly, natch-with an element of oversized male genitalia thrown in for some reason. Her healing/biomancy power had activated, and whatever naughty fantasy She had been dreaming up while I made Her cum her brains out had simply come to life.

The giant schlong laying on my leg, twitching, was a totally unintended byproduct of the young Goddess's imagination becoming reality, given form due to an accidental activation of Her bullshit Divine powers. My mouth gaped open in shock as I stared at the cock, thick strands of saliva and fat drops of creamy milk dripping from my slightly pointed chin. The liquid proof of our earlier escapades landed on the already soaked and sloppy body of the Goddess below me, further covering it in cream and saliva. I think that I was doing a good job of selling Taylor on my shock; that was probably because a good portion of it was quite real. A girl doesn't simply get used to having a set of brand male genitals... not instantly, anyway.

I could actually feel my new penis, I noted while flexing my kegel muscles. Little tremors of sensation traveled through the slightly plumper organ as I caused it to twitch. I found some new new muscles in my crotch that simply hadn't existed until a moment ago, and then tried clenching them tightly. Both of us blinked as my uncircumcised cock jumped due to whatever I'd just done while playing around with my new anatomy. Taylor gasped as blood surged into my cock, causing it to rapidly begin hardening, growing much longer and thicker as it rapidly became erect. The brunette's face began to turn red as She stared at my prick. The fifteen year old Goddess licked her lips unconsciously as she stared at the thick penis like a hawk, Her breathing beginning to speed up

The Girl I'd been lavishing with otherworldly pleasure until a minute or two ago was beginning to come back to Her senses, now. Her expression began shifting from one of transcendent bliss to one of shock and muted horror, which shone through her growing arousal. At least She hadn't changed me on purpose… things would have been much more difficult for both of us, were that the case. I wasn't one hundred percent sure how I should react at the moment, besides pretending that I was a bit more worried than I really was. I'm sure that Taylor would be quite suspicious to learn just how nonchalant I actually felt about Her changing my body. The only reason I was concerned at all was due to magnitude of the change, and the various affects that it promised to have on my day to day life. It should have felt like a violation, but I had a feeling that after Taylor saved my life, rebuilt my body, and claimed my immortal soul in the bargain, there was little to nothing that the beautiful Goddess could do to me that I could truly become angry about… not enough to actually matter, anyway. It was extremely strange, and the amount I suddenly trusted and loved Her definitely should have been mind-bendingly horrifying... but in a very real sense, Taylor Hebert owned me, now. I was Her's, completely and utterly... and I was more than OK with that. It was even safe to say that I loved the fact that She owned me; just thinking about it sent pleasant shivers down my spine and ignited a warm feeling in my chest.

It was funny, really. I had woken up this morning a slave, and this evening I would go to sleep a free woman… physically free, that is. But as sure as the sun rises, my soul now belonged to someone other than myself. The Archangel Ariel, Taylor Hebert; a literal Goddess. My Mistress, my Goddess, my Owner… it felt so right to admit that to myself over and over again… to think about the fact that I was completely Her's. She could command me to the ends of the earth, and I would happily die to provide Her with whatever She needed from me. I wouldn't necessarily do everything that She told me to do (things that didn't make any sense or that might harm Her were off the table unless She was very firm about it), as I wasn't a mindless automaton. What I would do was nothing short of my level best to accomplish anything that She needed me to; to fulfill any and all of Her desires that I possibly could. It was a startling revelation and my entire worldview had changed… and that I was so goddamn happy about that fact that I felt like beaming and shouting about my new love from the rooftops.

And then, my mind returned to the cock. I didn't really mind it… if my Mistress-I shivered-wanted to change my body, then who was I to tell Her 'no'? But I could tell that Taylor hadn't meant to do it, and that She was regretting whatever loss of control had led to this unexpected result. If I told Her that I was willing to become anything that She wanted me to be, that I didn't mind if She rebuilt my body in any way that She desired... I was fairly certain that it would horrify Her. So I wasn't going to do that. I would have to try hard not to reveal to my Goddess that I was Her's to do with as She wished; not quite yet. I was a proud, strong willed girl with an extremely strong Thinker power, and now minor Mover and Brute ratings, thanks to Taylor's gifts. I would show her my real personality, and treat Her like I would any other person in this situation. I would have to try hard not to show the wonderful, sexy Divine how much I truly love Her… at least not for now. I planned to slowly introduce Her to the revelations about Her true being that my power keeps providing, easing the beautiful young Girl into them slowly over time. Eventually She will be ready to learn the truth about everything, and I'll happily share it with Her. It's going to be tough deceiving the Goddess that I love more than life itself, but I think I'll be able to manage it. I'm doing it for Her, after all.

I would need to continue playing it cool for now, so that I don't scare Her off. Something within me needs Her so badly that I think I might die if She send me away. I'll have to let Taylor get used to the fact that I belong to her little by little instead of beating Her over the head with it. This means, as distasteful as it is, I'm going to need to pretend to be at least a little upset at Her for what She did to my body a moment ago. Oh, I'm not going to scream or rant, and I'm planning to let Her convince me that I like my new set of male genitals soon enough. Obviously, giving me a big fat penis is something that Taylor really wanted to happen, or else the chances of this occurring exactly as it did are practically zero. And if my Goddess's fantasy lover has both kinds of genitals, then that's definitely what I want to have. Anything that will help me better serve Her. Besides, now that I'm getting used to the idea, having an enormous, horse-sized schlong is starting to seem pretty sexy. Even though I haven't yet touched it, just the feeling of the inhumanly large cock growing erect is enough to fill the enormous organ with an intense, needy pleasure. I'm already wondering which of Her tight, horny orifices Taylor is going to want me to stretch open with this fat fucker. I'd be worried about hurting Her with it if She was a normal girl, but I doubt anything I can do physically could ever cause Her more than a momentary inconvenience, let alone harm Her.

All of these thoughts, this plan, came together in a bare few seconds, my amazingly quick brain and superpower working together in tandem to hammer out all of the relevant details at the speed of thought. Taylor looked like She was doing some serious Thinking herself, and She appeared to be about ready to say something. It was time to enact phase one of my insidious plot to keep my new precious person, the Deity I plan to love and worship, from learning that I was Her willing slave, by making Her think I'm upset at Her. A fat glob of rich, white precum oozing from the tip of my cock gives lie to my words before I even utter them; I'm already incredibly horny for my Mistress again, and thoughts of using Her latest gift to me to worship Her incredibly erotic body keep popping into my mind.

"What the fuck, Taylor!?" I cried, forcing my body to actually become upset for a second. I simulated being scared and incredulous, my tone of voice and physical tells mirroring what I intend to show Her perfectly. I can tell that She has some way of reading me like an open book; probably something to do with her healing and biomancy power. Any acting I do will need to be extremely convincing. The Goddess probably has an associated Thinker power that lets her read my physiology, something that tells her where to direct the healing and biological changes that she can perform. 'Panacea probably had something similar, come to think of it,' I thought.

Taylor eyes went wider, if possible, and the pretty brunette's chin quivered as She came close to tears. My heart ached a little, and I had to fight the nearly overwhelming desire to take Her into my arms and tell the sweet, beautiful Deity that I wasn't really mad at Her… that it was all going to be alright. I successfully pushed this traitorous impulse down, knowing that if my Goddess thought for just one second that She had accidentally Mastered me, made me love Her with powers, that She would do everything She can to reverse it. That can not be allowed to happen. I'm happier than I have ever been in my life, I'm in love, and I now have a clear purpose in life. I am completely devoted to a gorgeous Goddess, someone who is important enough to me that I would die for Her with a smile on my lips if I had to. I am never, ever going to go back to the had been before I met Her; drifting through life without any purpose or goal more important than making it through the day. Honestly put, I hadn't really had anything worth living for, before I met Taylor.

"Oops?" blurted out the teenage girl in response to making me grow a big dick. Her face turned beet red as soon as the ill spoken word emerged from Her mouth. The Brunette's hand shot up, and She clapped it over Her traitorous mouth, presumably to prevent further gaffes. I nearly laughed out loud at the teenage Goddess's antics, but again I mastered myself, a process made less difficult due to the perfect control I now possessed over my nervous system thanks to the upgrades Taylor performed when She saved my life.

I didn't have it in me to be angry with Her any longer, or to even make a show of pretending that I was upset. The best I could muster was annoyed exasperation, which was not even totally fake. Honestly, while funny, the unthinking comment was exactly the worst possible thing that She could have said outside of insulting me or telling me to 'deal with it'. It was a little surprising that someone as obviously intelligent and well spoken as She seemed to be normally would let such a comment slip out.

I suddenly recalled that Taylor was the girl I'd seen in the restaurant right before my aneurysm; the memory played in my mind like a high definition video. Like the Archangel Ariel disguise, looking at Taylor's true form directly had made my powers go crazy, causing the first bout of brain damage. The sudden injury was the catalyst that had set this entire chain of events into motion, culminated in our present situation. I remembered Her father, or brother, or whoever that was sitting next to Taylor in the restaurant. I wondered if he has foot-in-mouth disease, like my Goddess seems to. 'Maybe it's genetic?' I thought, resisting the urge to snicker.

I looked over at the most important person in the world with an exasperated expression on my face. Reaching up to pinch the bridge of my nose, I let out a half-sigh, half-grumble. "God damnit, Taylor…" I said, expressing the displeasure I was supposed to be feeling at Her for the 'violation'. Honestly, having a big, meaty cock like the one my Goddess had given keeps sounding better and better all the time. The huge, sperm packed nuts hanging between my legs are beginning to throb now, as my penis continues to swell.

We both looked down at the enormous organ, which was coming life faster under the gaze of the beautiful Girl sitting next to me. Taylor had sat up during our 'confrontation', and now She had Her knees pulled up to Her chest, attempting to cover Her enormous tits… and failing. Side-boob spilled out from either side of Her knees, and I think I caught a flash of one of her nipples when She shifted position. We both stared as my big, thick cock began to fill with blood, a series of pleasant sensations coming from my groin as it rose. It was so enormous that it took a few moments to become fully erect, even in spite of the constant level of arousal I felt from having Taylor sitting next to me.

We both held our breath as the mighty organ inflated, becoming huge and stiff as it filled with blood. I could feel a heavy weight on my groin muscles as it got bigger, and the balls… my balls… seemed to grow a little as well, becoming swollen and heavy as the dick my Mistress had given me became fully erect. When it was finally finished growing, we were both breathing hard and staring at it, our eyes wide. Simply put, it was monstrous.

Start with the mental image of a 'tall-boy' style beer can. Now, imagine someone gluing a softball on top of it to represent the head, and increasing both the length and the width of the entire finished product by approximately 50%. That's would be my my cock's slightly smaller little brother. The real, live organ was nearly overwhelming in its magnitude, filling the both Taylor and I with awe at its raw animal majesty, and a little bit of fear as well, at the thought of what such a beast might do to anyone unwise enough to let it willingly enter their body. God, damn... It was a good thing that Taylor was so durable; Her dream cock would tear a normal girl to shreds.

We both looked up at the same time, our eyes meeting over the top of the monumental thing standing straight up from my crotch. Taylor gulped, a bead of sweat rolling down Her forehead. She couldn't meet my gaze for long, though, because Her eyes kept drifting back down to stare at the enormous slab of beef She'd given me. The Goddess's gaze on my rock hard womanhood was a potent aphrodisiac, and I was unsurprised when thick, glue like globs of precum began leaking from the large opening at the tip. Big, greasy drops of precum rolled down the sides of the my huge cock, coating the entire shaft in hot, slippery precum.

"Well," I began, feigning reluctance. "I guess we should probably try it out, before I make you fix this…" Taylor's eyes widened enormously, and She licked Her lips, a manic energy appearing to fill Her. "It would be a shame to 'take it back to the store' before seeing what it feels like, wouldn't it?" I asked my the beautiful Immortal, a husky note present in my voice. I shivered at the thought of what we would soon be doing; just the mental images alone were nearly enough to set off another orgasm.

Taylor smiled, and the young teenage Goddess's head nodded up and down shyly in response to my question. The most beautiful woman in the world got onto all fours, before proceeding to crawl toward me with a hungry, desperate look on Her gorgeous face. Despite Her long arms, the Teenager's huge breasts were so large that they nearly touched the floor as She moved toward me; they were only held in check by their incredibly firmness. I smiled at the Divinity I was in love with, making sure to my face showed just a hint of nervousness. When She reached me, Taylor placed her hands, and slowly, sensually lowered Her head until Her full lips were less than a centimeter from the enormous head of my penis.

Pursing Her lips erotically, the curvy brunette pressed them against the wide tip of the enormous cock She had given me, giving it a long, passionate kiss. Taylor's plump lips were fully coated in the heavy globs of precum that my pulsating cock constantly ejected almost instantly, with the excess dripping down Her chin. The Goddess's little pink tongue shot out, plunging into the wide, pre weeping slit on the head of the improbable organ I now possessed. Eyes rolling into the back of my head, I fell backward, barely moving my arms behind me to catch myself as Taylor began wiggling Her tongue back and forth in my piss slit rapidly.

"Mmm~!" Taylor moaned around my pole as She began sucking hot, thick ropes of pre from my cock. She was using Her writhing tongue like a scoop to pull huge globs of the sticky cream I kept spewing into Her mouth, and then gulping it down noisily. The sweet, beautiful Girl's eyes were closed in pleasure as She serviced my giant prick, Her full lipped mouth sliding ever deeper as She kept up the intense suction that She had started performing as soon as Her lips touched the helmet of my fat dick. When She had engulfed the entire head, we both groaned in pleasure.

Getting my cock sucked was the most wonderful feeling I'd ever experienced. It felt like all the orgasms my little pussy had ever given me, rolled up into one incredibly intense feeling… and I hadn't even cum yet. Part of that, I'm sure, was because Taylor was the One servicing my huge endowment. I whimpered when the gorgeous Teenger pulled Her tongue from my hole, and began swallowing my enormity. I cracked one of my tightly closed eyelids for a peek, and almost lost it right then. The sight of Taylor's indescribably beautiful face stretched around my inhumanly wide prick was beautiful. Her plump lips, which I was sure had been made for cocksucking, were stretched thin around the vast width of my enormously wide penis.

So much of my thickness was packed into Her mouth that my Goddess's cheeks bulged out obscenely. Natural science couldn't explain how Her mouth, which was perhaps a little wider than average, were contorted around the humongous object inside of it without harming Her, but it was. Her jaw should have been broken, nevermind dislocated, from the feat, but it simply wasn't. She looked as happy as a clam about having Her sweet mouth stuffed by the gigantic cock She'd given me. As I stared down at the delicious scene before me, I was treated to the sight of my long shaft beginning to disappear into Taylor's throat when She began gently bobbing Her head up and down on my massive erection.

I whimpered in lust as my Goddess's neck, a graceful work of art in and of itself, began to bulge out around my girth obscenely. As the delicious heat of Her oral passageway engulfed me, the Teenageer's throat swelled, nearly doubling in thickness as She took me deep into Her mouth. I desperately held myself back from cumming, as I knew that Taylor would want to at least swallow all of the enormity She gave me before I filled Her sweet divine tummy up with the huge, boiling hot load of baby batter that my enormous nuts were making just for Her. The feeling of my fat cockhead traveling down the sweet, sexy Brunette's throat became all encompassing. The insanely sensitive nerves on the underside of the fat dome, right where it met my shaft, were rubbing against the hot, slick inner walls of my Goddess's throat as She swallowed around it, driving me crazy with lust. I whimpered out loud, causing Taylor to smile around her stretched mouthful.

I was able to successfully hold back my orgasm under Taylor's intensely pleasurable onslaught, but the urge to do something was nearly unbearable. Before I realized what I was doing, I found myself bent over Taylor's kneeling form with my hands tangled in my Goddess's silky hair. I snarled something incredibly nasty at my Mistress, and then I drove my hips forward... hard. The gorgeous Deity blinked in surprise as at least another half a foot of my fat cumslinger was shoved into Her body, impaling the young Girl's face nearly to the root on my long dick. I froze up at my rash action, but thankfully Taylor didn't seem to mind; in fact, my power told me that She like it… She like it a lot, in fact.

"Take it deep, slut!" I snarled at her, causing Taylor's hot little cunt to spasm, a small orgasm tearing through her. My Goddess shoved Her head downward, pushing even more of my length into Her very, very tight throat.

A muffled moan of pleasure vibrated up my length, and Taylor redoubled Her efforts to get me to hilt in her tight throat. The sex-addled Goddess reached up with one hand to grab my hip, and then the other, until she was only supported by her knees and the huge penis lodged in her esophagus. Then She pulled on me with all the force that She could muster, forcing another couple of inches deep inside of Her. I helped Taylor in Her efforts, using my death-grip on Her hair to jam as much of my cock into the Divinity as I could. It only took a few more lunges before the sophomore's nearly translucent lips were stretched around the insanely thick base of my erection. I could feel the new Goddess's little tongue trying to move, from where it was trapped at the bottom of Her mouth by the vast circumference of the organ I was stuffing Her with. I groaned, loud and deep at the delicious, hot hole that I was stuffing to capacity. It was the best physical sensation that I had ever felt in my life, and I never wanted it to end.

Taylor used her knees and core muscles to lunge backward violently, pulling almost half of my hugeness out of Her face. She was only stopped by my hands, which still had Her hair trapped in them. The sharp tug at her silky tresses stopped her backward momentum. With a saucy wink, Taylor lunged again, this time forward. I helped Her along with my hands and hips, scooting forward and shoving with all my might, causing my Goddess's face to meet my pelvic bone with a dull smack. I whimpered in lust at once more being fully inside of Her, and ground my crotch into Her face while making small humping motions. I could feel the beautiful Goddess I was facefucking grip me harder, forcing the last fraction of an inch fully inside of Her. She then began moving her head up and down and side to side, causing my thick cock to rub powerfully against the sides of Her tight throat, making the huge veins of my shaft dig deliciously into her sweet, slick walls.

I shuddered in sheer ecstasy, my balls rising and beginning to twitch and my body locked up to the point that I could barely move. My beautiful Angel tensed, and the suction She was exerting on the enormous slab of meat I was fucking into Her throat increased exponentially. I felt the ultra-tight sheath of Her throat begin pulling and milking on my long, thick cock. It felt like Taylor was going to suck my balls up through my cock. That was all I could take; my eyes rolled back into my head and my body collapsed backward; thankfully Taylor had the presence of mind to follow me down, the delicious bobs of Her head never slowing and the suction never wavering as my Goddess scrambled forward and rode my shuddering body to the ground. Tensing up even further, to the point that my joints felt like they might snap, I came. My huge nuts began to ache good, and something in my groin exploded like a gun. The thick cock in Taylor's throat became thicker, and it lengthened at well.

A huge, greasy bolt of cum blasted into Taylor's stomach. The brunette winked at me as She swallowed around my insanely wide cock, the delicious gagging motions that She made like heaven to my shuddering, way blowing erection. I cried out and wailed, tears pouring from the corners of my eyes as I fucked my Mistress's face, pumping her flat, sexy tummy full of load after load of thick, greasy girl-spunk. My balls felt like they were in a vice grip as I jizzed, tears pouring from my eyes as dense ropes of sperm laden fuck batter splattered into the most important Person in the world's tight, sucking throat.

As she stared into Taylor's lust filled eyes, Lisa couldn't help it... When the next burst of thick cum exploded from the head of her huge girly cock, the teenage villainess-turned-priestess passed the fuck out, her every sensation and emotion, thought and feeling turned in mind bendingly powerful sexual pleasure by the young Goddess who was orally servicing her massive weapon.

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Pulling her stuffed face off of Lisa's horse-sized schlong, Taylor looked down at the unconscious, blissed out form of the girl that she had rescued. She took the still-spewing prick in one hand, and began rubbing the spurting, spooging organ against her big, sexy titties and flat tummy as it coated her in a thick layer of cum. She took care of Lisa's pulsing, discharging weapon sweetly, rubbing and sucking the cum out of the girl's huge cock until her orgasm completely tapered off. Pulling the fat, bloated cockhead from her stretched mouth with an audible 'pop', Taylor looked down at the still-sleeping girl, who had an enormous smile on her face.

The young Goddess smiled down at her newest friend, her hand still working the sexy girl's big, softening cock. She gently kissed Lisa on her pink lips, globs of super thick, gunky semen sticking to the girl's pink lips. Smiling, Taylor licked her lips, making an appreciative due to the strong, salty flavor of the blonde girl's baby batter. Swallowing her friend's sperm, Taylor waited for Lisa to wake up.