Power Core CYOA

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(set:$savetime to false)The life of a superhero comes with its ups and downs. Sometimes, you feel like you're on top of the world, and others, you feel like you hit rock bottom. Today? That might depend on your perspective... Your name is Power Core: a semi-professional super hero with the power to control electrical currents. You make the super hero life your primary occupation, to the point where the exceptional life you've chosen feels mundane, and the mundane life you lead beyond the mask feels insignificant. There are days where you feel as if you forget you even have an identity separate from crime fighting and fetching cats from trees. What once was a life full of excitement and danger... never necessarily lost either of those, but the reward ceased to match the risk. You lost track of the high that the life gave you. It's almost fortunate how many villains you run into, thanks to your job, or else you wouldn't have much of a social life at all! If anything, you manage to have more amicable relations with the people your job poses against you, rather than the other heroes! Today's events are dictated by the choices you make as you encounter certain villains throughout the job. Be considerate of your decisions, because those choices will shape how you end your day, and maybe even how you live the rest of your life! *IMPORTANT NOTE* - Several endings lean toward dub-con and non-con scenarios. It should go without saying that I don't condone such scenarios in a real-life context, and I've done my best to present that the behaviours of the individuals that initiate said scenarios is generally looked down upon by most characters that interact with them for a reason. Please be aware as you play! {(if:$illiterate is 0)[[[Start!->Start!]]] (else-if:$illiterate is 1)[[[Start!->Illiterate Start]]]} [[Walkthrough (spoilers!)]] [[Random Character Musings->Random Character and Worldbuilding Musings]]

As Power Core, you'll make decisions throughout the span of the day. Each decision has specific consequences attached to it, and most of them will help to shape the ending you receive at the end. Most of them will also lead to some form of sex, just in case there was any doubts on where this was going. Most of the choices are fairly straightforward in where they'll lead, and a lot of the people you interact with are fairly transparent in what they're interested in doing, so you won't have to overthink most of your decisions. Even so, there are four-- oh hold that thought - //six// people throughout your day that you're likely to interact with: **Brain Drain** A short man with a self-centered attitude and razor wit, or at least he certainly seems to have one. It helps that he has the power to drain the intellect out of the people he interacts with. Brain Drain has encountered you a few times, and you've agreed to have a casual sex kind of relationship. He wears his heart on his sleeve, and in spite of his talents, he's a man of simple desires. (link:"Guide to Brain Drain's options")[ - Choosing to encounter Brain Drain solo will lead to a choice between temporary or permanent dumbing down. - Choosing to encounter Brain Drain after making earlier arrangements with Dom will lead to permanent dumbing down and having your cock locked in a chastity cage. - Choosing to encounter someone else after making earlier arrangements with Brain Drain will lead to him "spicing up" the interaction. - There are a series of choices throughout the night that will have you encounter Brain Drain a couple times after texting him. If you meet him twice before going to his hideout, you will unlock the "good" ending where your relationship with Brain Drain goes to the next step.] **Morph-eus** An enchanting person who considers themself a step above most people. They describe their power as being able to manipulate and manifest dreams, which is a fancy way of saying they can hypnotize and transform people to their desires. They may think themself a step beyond most mortal concepts, but they are still impatient. If you arrange something with them, it's best to arrive promptly. (link:"Guide to Morph-eus' options")[ - Choosing to encounter Morph-eus solo will lead to a variety of choices, but all paths have a certain amount of hypnosis involved. - Vanilla Hypnosis: Morph-eus can convince you to believe you are a top or a dog, upon your choice. - Cock Changes: Morph-eus can transform your genitals in three different ways: they can make your cock grow, make it shrink, or turn your entire package into a vagina. - All of the changes listed above are temporary by default, but Morph-eus can be petty if you arrive late. - If you arrive late to meet Morph-eus, the change you choose will become permanent, and several of the routes will lead to humiliation. - Deciding to arrive //extremely// late to meet Morph-eus leads to a new permanent change. This involves cock shrinkage, premature ejaculation, inability to get hard, and humiliation.] **Buff** A tremendous and brutish man that works for Brain Drain. Brain Drain insists he didn't change anything about Buff, even the intelligence that Buff clearly lacks, and no one knows how he came to be the gigantic piece of man meat he is today, least of all him. He is a kind man, though, and is very willing to listen to whatever you ask him to do. (link:"Guide to Buff's options")[ - Choosing to encounter Buff will lead to a sex scene focused on the size difference between him and you. - You will have the option to worship certain parts of his body before he tops you, or to just get to the action. - Should you choose to worship his body before letting him top you, you will have the option to take it gently. You also have the option of convincing him to give it to you rough, which is the same outcome as getting right to the action. - Taking it rough from Buff will lead to a mind break scenario.] **Dominic Cage** A contract hitman, whose primary service is less killing and more a unique approach to interrogation. Dominic has deep running connections to a few factories and businesses that solicit bondage gear of various tastes. His method of information collection involves teasing his targets until they're begging for release, at which point he expects them to give away all the little secrets they have left to them. For the most resilient of targets, he has chastity cages of various sizes with unique locks that are very risky to pick, and those are the targets he can afford to let get away for a little while. They always come running back to him in the end. (link:"Guide to Dominic Cage's options")[ - Choosing to encounter Dominic Cage will lead to three different bondage-based scenarios, depending on your choices ahead of time. - Glory Hole Scenario: Eating breakfast at home and meeting Dom at any point afterward will lead to him restraining you with your ass placed in a glory hole for the rest of the night. - If you agree to meet Brain Drain before this point through text, and choose to meet Dom instead, Brain Drain will dumb you down temporarily during the above ending. - If you go out to eat breakfast, and agree in person to meet Brain Drain or Buff, then Buff will top you, leading to a permanent mind break ending. - Cock Cage Scenario: Answering Dom's texts, then meeting him afterward will lead to him locking you in a chastity cage before having sex with you. - If you choose to arrive immediately after answering his texts, he will lock you up "permanently," and will only release you after a year. Includes cock shrinkage. - Collared Scenario: Stumbling upon Dom's hideout during your shift without interacting with him beforehand will lead to basic collared bondage sex, including teasing, collars, and some light dom/sub interaction. - If you choose to ignore his texts, then ask Brain Drain about him ahead of time, you will get the no-sex ending where you just arrest him.] **Discovery** A half-Forsethean hero, known for his deep green complexion and his ability to transform his body - in part or as a whole - into various animalistic shapes. Eccentric and energetic, he tends to leap before he looks, and if he gets an idea in his head, he'll likely carry it out without a second opinion. Even so, he's a fun guy to hang around with, and you can't help but admit he catches your eye from time to time. (link:"Guide to Discovery's option")[ - All you really have to do to engage with any of Discovery's routes is meet him downtown a little later into your shift. When you arrive at his place, he will give you one of two options to determine what sort of scenario you'll encounter, and everything past that point is in his hands. - If you've had a past experience being convinced that you're a dog, Discovery will take a different course of action with you than what you've discussed. - If you've agreed to meet with Brain Drain by phone earlier in the day, and met him once before in person, Discovery will call him up and invite him to tag team you. - If you've had a previous encounter with Discovery, you will have the option on a later run to choose your own fantasy with him, unless one of the above two criteria are met.] **Vortex** A fellow hero, one that you've met more recently. You haven't gotten the chance to know him particularly well, not even getting his civvie name or any details on his powers, but he's friendly and seems to get along well with most people he meets. Definitely one of the more down-to-earth people you've met as of recent. (link:"Guide to Vortex's options")[ - Vortex can be met at the first opportunity you have to visit the downtown area. He will give you the option to join him on his patrol, or to visit him later at his place. Both options lead to the first two choices, and joining him on patrol offers the third: - Double-ended Dildo Scenario: You and Vortex choose to ride a double-ended dildo. That's it. - 69 Scenario: The two of you challenge your flexibilities and try to eat each other out or suck each others dicks. - Electro-play Scenario: If you join him on his patrol, you will both get the idea to play around with your superpower in the bedroom. Involves electro-play and stimulation, nipple play, and 'forced' ejaculation. - If you've talked with Brain Drain earlier in the day and go on patrol with Vortex, you also have the option to have both of you visit Brain Drain's warehouse. This has two paths depending on choices made earlier in the game: - Sharing is Caring: Brain Drain drains your brains and has you just getting used for the other two's amusement. Vortex rides your dick while Brain Drain jerks off in your face. - Bad End Negated: If you text Dom earlier in the day, he will try to crash the party, but since he doesn't expect you AND Vortex to be there, he gets his plan thwarted, and then both you and Vortex share in worshipping and sucking Brain Drain's dick. Involves brain draining, but just for you, not for Vortex. - If you've texted with Morph-eus earlier in the day and go on patrol with Vortex, you will text them to tell them of a change of plans before Vortex asks to visit them with you. Morph-eus will change him (back) into a top, and you'll spend the night at your place having sex with him.] [[Start!]] [[More Character Stuff->Random Character and Worldbuilding Musings]]

You don your gloves and boots, and take to the streets. There's a small cafe close to your place that serves some decent pastries and hot chocolate, so where better to catch a late breakfast? Upon arriving, you can see that the patio is half filled with customers, and the inside of the cafe is similarly populated. You place your order of an apple danish and medium hot chocolate, and as soon as it arrives, you take a seat near the south-side windows, away from the doors. It's not that you expect to take long to eat it, but you'd prefer to take things slow and relax, if you have this much time before your shift. A rapping on the window beside you makes it clear: you might not get such a luxury today. You turn to look, and see a familiar face. Or at least half of his face, anyway. Jordan Jules - better known as Brain Drain - stands a head shorter than you normally, but while you're seated, his head just barely reaches above your own. The massive spectacles adorned on his face obscure his eyes from sight, with a large spiral pattern covering the lens. You're still not certain he can see through those. His jet black hair is a mess that covers his forehead and the top of his ears. His collar is flipped up, masking most of his jawline. Most of what you can see of his face is a goofy grin. He jogs to the door of the cafe, when you see the man trailing behind him. He's easily twice the height of Brain Drain, and likely three times his weight. The mountain of muscle moves with a clumsy rhythm, but is hardly off balance. You see his head turn from on high, and his eyes look down to meet yours. You don't see a lot behind those eyes. He smiles and waves at you, as he follows Brain Drain. Of course, before he can even enter, you see Brain Drain giving the living wall some sort of orders, and with his head hung, he sits outside patiently as Brain Drain enters. "Well, look who it is," the villain greets you. "Everybody's favourite local hero, in the flesh!" Brain Drain makes a point to get as close and comfy with you as he can muster without it being obscene, wrapping his arm around your collar and nudging against your ribs like you've been pals for life. "Hey, you get my text earlier?" "Text..?" You pull out your phone to spot a recent message: (set: $txt to (font:"Lucida Console"))(set: $to_me to (color:(rgb:183,222,169)))(set: $from_me to (colour:(rgb:243,194,218))) $txt+$to_me[ **Brain Drain**] $txt+$to_me[sup dumbass >;P] He must have sent it when you were walking to the cafe; you never could feel your phone vibrating when you're already in motion. "Brand new to me, but I take it you wanted something...?" "Hah, no need to be so cold about it!" He nudges you some more. "I was just thinkin' we could have some fun, you and I! I'm runnin' a few errands right now, but if you come by the usual spot around midnight, we could tear it up for the night! Whattya say?" Again, huh...? Does he have to make a scene out of it, in the middle of a cafe, right in front of your danish? [[Accept->Accept BD Person]] [[Decline->Decline BD Person]] (link: "Ask about the man he came with")[(display: "Buff Cafe")]

(set:$BDtxt to 1)Half a dozen eggs... A 2L carton of chocolate milk, already half-finished... Onions and bell peppers... Some boneless, skinless chicken breasts... Oh, a few of those are cooked leftovers from earlier in the week! You have some bread you baked earlier in the week, on one of your days off, too! Yeah, this is more than enough to make a serviceable breakfast! Part way through cooking, your phone buzzes against your right thigh. Two short vibrations: a text message. You take a look. (set: $txt to (font:"Lucida Console"))(set: $to_me to (color:(rgb:183,222,169)))(set: $from_me to (colour:(rgb:243,194,218))) $txt+$to_me[ **Brain Drain**] $txt+$to_me[sup dumbass >;P] Oh good, him again. Jordan Jules, better known by his villain name Brain Drain, is a man who has the ability to dull a person's cognitive functions, and has put that power to his own selfish ends. You've encountered the man on a few occasions, and experienced both his ability //and// his selfish ends. The man may stand a head shorter than you, but his manhood stands its own head longer than your own seven inches. It wouldn't matter much to you, if he wasn't so proud of the difference himself... [[Guess it couldn't hurt to respond to him.->Brain Drain Text]] Oddly enough, you end up getting another text message seconds later. Different sender. Not one you're as familiar with, but it looks like they've got that covered. $txt+$to_me[ **Unknown Sender**] $txt+$to_me[Hey Hero-boy! This is Morph-eus! I have a propo...] //Morph//-eus... Was there a reason they needed to make the "morph" bit of that so exaggerated..? Off the top of your head, you're not familiar of a villain by that name, but you are aware of the Greek god they likely named themself after: Morpheus, god of dreams. You ponder to yourself if they're more about [[transforming themself->Morpheus Transform Text]], or maybe they're some kind of [[hypnotic villain->Morpheus Hypnosis Text]]? Couldn't hurt to ask, but then again... [[You're not opposed to ignoring both of them.->Eat at Home]] Dick move, yeah, but one of them is kind of a prick, and one is sounding a bit like a stalker at this exact second...

(set:$BDtxt to 2)$txt+$to_me[ **Brain Drain**] $txt+$to_me[sup dumbass >;P] (click: ?page)[== $txt+$from_me[ **You**] $txt+$from_me[what do you want] (click: ?page)[== $txt+$to_me[ **Brain Drain**] $txt+$to_me[take a guess! i wanna have some fun tonight!] (click: ?page)[== $txt+$from_me[ **You**] $txt+$from_me[of course you do... dunno why i asked] (click: ?page)[== $txt+$to_me[ **Brain Drain**] $txt+$to_me[yeah, i haven't even given you a shot yet!](click: ?page)[== $txt+$to_me[don't tell me my power's got some residual effect :V] (click: ?page)[== That's a scary thought, honestly... Though, "scary" isn't the only adjective you could use there. You're tenting up a bit, already. $txt+$from_me[ **You**] $txt+$from_me[very cute, J...] (click: ?page)[== $txt+$to_me[ **Brain Drain**] $txt+$to_me[so whattya think? wanna stupifier and chill? >;)] [[Accept->Accept BD Text]] [[Decline->Decline BD Text]]

(set: $morphtxt to 1)You take a quick second to fix up //Morph//-eus' information on your phone. You can always block them later, if you get sick of their advances. $txt+$to_me[ **Stalker of the Week**] $txt+$to_me[Hey Hero-boy! This is Morph-eus! I have a proposition for you!] (click: ?page)[== $txt+$from_me[ **You**] $txt+$from_me[does it have something to do with morphing my body, perchance?](click: ?page)[== $txt+$from_me[and before i forget, how did you get this number?] (click: ?page)[== $txt+$to_me[ **Stalker of the Week**] $txt+$to_me[We have a mutual friend, who mentioned you're a bit of the submissive type, but that's neither here nor there.](click: ?page)[== $txt+$to_me[I suppose you could say it has to do with a form of metamorphosis, yes! Either of the body, or of the mind!](click: ?page)[== $txt+$to_me[... But not both; my hands get pretty tied up just handling one at a time.] (click: ?page)[== $txt+$from_me[ **You**] $txt+$from_me[so you could transform my body... or hypnotize me, right?](click: ?page)[== $txt+$from_me[not gonna lie: weird power you got there. or is the latter just a learned skill?] (click: ?page)[== $txt+$to_me[ **Stalker of the Week**] $txt+$to_me[Oh no, they're both powers intwined with my soul! I have the power to manipulate and manifest the dreams of those I choose!](click: ?page)[== $txt+$to_me[It's more of a "show, don't tell" kind of power, though. Interested?] [[Accept->Accept M Text]] [[Decline->Decline M Text]]

(set: $morphtxt to 2)You take a quick second to fix up //Morph//-eus' information on your phone. You can always block them later, if you get sick of their advances. $txt+$to_me[ **Stalker of the Week**] $txt+$to_me[Hey Hero-boy! This is Morph-eus! I have a proposition for you!] (click: ?page)[== $txt+$from_me[ **You**] $txt+$from_me[is this some sort of hypnotism deal? y'know, like dream shit?](click: ?page)[== $txt+$from_me[and before i forget, how did you get this number?] (click: ?page)[== $txt+$to_me[ **Stalker of the Week**] $txt+$to_me[We have a mutual friend, who mentioned you're a bit of the submissive type, but that's neither here nor there.](click: ?page)[== $txt+$to_me[You're a clever man! My power has a lot to do with manipulating and manifesting people's dreams!](click: ?page)[== $txt+$to_me[And while I can't do both at the same time, that hypnotic power can morph your mind or your body!] (click: ?page)[== $txt+$from_me[ **You**] $txt+$from_me[so you could hypnotize me... or morph my body?](click: ?page)[== $txt+$from_me[not gonna lie: weird power you got there. or is the latter just a learned skill?] (click: ?page)[== $txt+$to_me[ **Stalker of the Week**] $txt+$to_me[Oh no, they're both powers intwined with my soul! You'd be surprised how much you can change, just through a person's dreams!](click: ?page)[== $txt+$to_me[It's more of a "show, don't tell" kind of power, though. Interested?] [[Accept->Accept M Text]] [[Decline->Decline M Text]]

(if:$BDtxt is 1 and $morphtxt is 0)[Yeah, fuck both those guys. You haven't even eaten your breakfast yet. You decide it's better to just ghost them both and continue cooking. Those veggies won't saute themselves!](else:)[Either way, you've got some food to eat. Or cook, rather; you had turned down the burner you were using to keep the eggs from burning. Not that it mattered... Scrambling eggs without milk usually leads to a dry end product.] Homecooked meals tend to have a charm to them that is tough to match. Maybe it's the effort put into making a meal for yourself that gives it that satisfying and warm feeling? Either way, you feel energized and ready to tackle the night! Which sounds great, until you consider that it's still fairly early. About 17:10, in fact. You even made a point to take your time in eating that meal... Couldn't cook it much more gently, either. Well, that just means you have time to stretch your legs and get ready for the day to come! Just under two hours on the clock, before your shift officially starts. A little bit of fresh air and exercise to warm you up for a night full of fresh air and exercise sounds like a great plan! Plus, who's to say you won't meet a new friend or something? [[Head outside!->17:30 Home]]

(set:$BD to 1)You know the drill, at this point. He invites you over to some abandoned warehouse with a comfy set-up in the foreman's office, he turns you into a drooling idiot for him to fuck, and then he drops you off back at home for you to recover. If you were //really// so opposed to the idea, you would've had him behind bars by now. But... (click: ?page)[== $txt+$from_me[ **You**] $txt+$from_me[sure, why not] (click: ?page)[== $txt+$to_me[ **Brain Drain**] $txt+$to_me[sweeeeeet! >:D](click: ?page)[== $txt+$to_me[come by anytime after midnight, dude!](click: ?page)[== $txt+$to_me[oh and if you got some other kinky things you wanna do, or wanna bring a friend? gimme a shout!](click: ?page)[== Well, that's all sorted out. Bring a friend... You know from experience that getting a brain drained bottom to do anything - other than spread his legs and get his ass pounded - is next to impossible. He doesn't want a second one of those, you know it. He'd probably prefer another dominating type to help corral you, or add some flavor to the usual encounter. Well, if you manage to run into someone like that... Then again, that seems like an unlikely possibility. (display: "Eat at Home")

(set:$BD to 2)Not tonight. If you're being honest with yourself, it's definitely a lot of fun to just let him do what he wants with you as you're left drooling on the bed, giggling like a moron. Even so, no matter the reason, you decide it's better to just refuse him tonight. (click: ?page)[== $txt+$from_me[ **You**] $txt+$from_me[pass, i want to actually do my job tonight] (click: ?page)[== $txt+$to_me[ **Brain Drain**] $txt+$to_me[haha, that's a first!](click: ?page)[== $txt+$to_me[invitation's still open, though! come by anytime after midnight if you change your mind, so i can drain it! >:P](click: ?page)[== Good grief... Well, at least you're not //obligated// to head over there. Technically, you have a bigger obligation to the city either way, so you're doing the right thing in denying him. (display: "Eat at Home")

(set:$M to 1)Given your other option tonight, you could use something a little different from the norm. Not to mention, hypnosis and the like are adjacent to your other kinks. Okay, they //are// your other kinks. (click: ?page)[== $txt+$from_me[ **You**] $txt+$from_me[fine; where you wanna meet?] (click: ?page)[== $txt+$to_me[ **Stalker of the Week**] $txt+$to_me[Excellent! Give me just a moment to send you the address.](click: ?page)[== $txt+$to_me[420 69th Street. My unit's number 66 on the 6th floor, at the end of the hall.] (click: ?page)[== ... Fucking... really? $txt+$from_me[ **You**] $txt+$from_me[well, i'll tell you one thing:](click: ?page)[== $txt+$from_me[you actually got me with that one](click:?page)[== $txt+$from_me[i actually fell for all that shit] (click: ?page)[== $txt+$to_me[ **Stalker of the Week**] $txt+$to_me[I'm serious!] (click: ?page)[== $txt+$from_me[ **You**] $txt+$from_me[if you don't mind me asking, what did you set my name to on your phone?](click: ?page)[== $txt+$from_me[boo boo the fool? something like that, right?] (click: ?page)[== $txt+$to_me[ **Stalker of the Week**] $txt+$to_me[I know it sounds fake, but I did actually get that apartment! I thought the same thing when I found the ad online!] (click: ?page)[== $txt+$from_me[ **You**] $txt+$from_me[okay, i'll take your word for it] (click: ?page)[== $txt+$to_me[ **Stalker of the Week**] $txt+$to_me[Thank you for that! I'll ask that you arrive promptly at 22:00!](click: ?page)[== $txt+$to_me[I won't complain if you're early, but I won't tolerate tardiness on this. 22:00!] (click:?page)[== Well, that's settled. Their insistence on being prompt is a little strange; this is a hookup at most, isn't it? In any case, if you're going to heed their offer, perhaps you should follow that guideline. There's a world's difference between someone who can put you into trance the old fashioned way, and someone who can do that with powers. (display: "Eat at Home")

(set:$M to 0)A random hookup like this, with someone who has //powers// to put you into trance? That's just a little too dangerous for you to randomly trust them. After all, this is your first time talking to them. (click: ?page)[== $txt+$from_me[ **You**] $txt+$from_me[pass on that one, sorry. maybe another time, when i have a day off] (click: ?page)[== $txt+$to_me[ **Stalker of the Week**] $txt+$to_me[That's acceptable. I'll keep in touch, then.](click: ?page)[== $txt+$to_me[Until then, I wish you a good evening!] (click: ?page)[== Well, they took it with grace. Maybe you'll take them up on that offer later, after you've had a chance to speak with your "mutual friend" about them. You can trust Brain Drain, more or less, but a friend of his that happens to sport a fancy villain-esque name? Not something you want to meddle with too recklessly. (display:"Eat at Home")

"Let's just do the usual, alright?" You toss yourself onto the bed, ass first, and give him a smirk. He returns it in kind, and pulls out his ray gun. He doesn't waste a second; the two of you have done this enough times, and you both know the rules. Of course, you forget those rules soon enough, as he pulls the trigger, and you feel the inertia set in right away. It lasts for a few seconds, but eventually your grip on the concept of time is lost, so it might as well last for an instant and an eternity all at once. You couldn't tell the difference. Soon, there's a familiar emptiness between your ears, whether you recognize it or not. You giggle to yourself for a second, and Brain Drain climbs onto your lap. He lifts up your top just a bit, enough to expose your nipples, and shoves your chest down until your back meets the mattress. You don't know what he's doing, and you kind of don't care. You're content with just letting your empty head drift in this dreamy nothingness, as he does whatever it is he's looking to do. "Alright, big guy," he speaks, "I'm gonna pull down your pants, and then I'll fuck your ass for a bit. That sound good, champ?" "Yeah..." You're not actually that clear on what he said, exactly, but it's nice he's trying to let you know. He turns around, and you just stare at his ass in his pants for a bit. He's got a nice ass. Even in your addled mind, you can't help but appreciate a butt. You get a bit stiff. Your legs are lifted up suddenly, and you feel something slip down - or maybe up? who cares - your thighs and calves. Your legs feel the slightest bit colder, but also more free. Soon, the man hops off you and weaves around until he's in between your legs, facing you and your crotch. His cock is out and hard, and he takes a moment to fiddle around and slap your own hardening dick with his. "I never get sick of this," he muses. "Just seein' your tiny dick against mine always brightens my day." Well, he has a closer look at both of your dicks, and you don't even know what measuring is, so you just accept what he's saying and assume it's a good thing. You giggle in response as he continues to revel in flopping his meat against yours. He pulls back his hips, and lifts your legs up. You can feel something press against your asshole. It's warm, and just a little bit dampened by something sticky, but the details are lost on you. It starts to enter you, and you just relax as it pushes its way inside you. It feels //really// good! You just let the euphoria of being filled up wash over you, as you don't really know what else you could do. "Damn, you really love this cock, don't you?" Brain Drain leans in close to your face, as much as the pose will allow. "You peabrained cutie, you~! You're such a good cocksleeve!" He continues to call you things that just go right over your head. He's calling you 'good' here and there, though, so you must be doing a good job of doing nothing! You just babble a bit as he keeps pounding you. His thrusts just keep coming harder and faster. Suddenly, he stops thrusting, and his moans reach a peak, as you feel that cock pulsing and twitching inside your sore hole. It feels nice to have it just sitting inside you like this, but why did he stop? You stop to consider it, and as he pulls out, you realize that you considered something, which means you're getting smarter again already. That's when you realize he just came inside you. "Fuck, that was fun," he pants. "We should do that again sometime!" He says that like you don't spend a lot of nights like this... //**Temporary Brain Drain Ending**// (display: "Ending")

"I was..." you stutter as you start to speak. "I'm thinking I wanna try doing some permanent brain draining this time. Like, I'm down to just being a full-time dumbass now." You're stiffening as you speak. Brain Drain is beaming as he hears you. He immediately ducks into a large drawer in the desk. "Alright, if we're really doing this, we'll need to run through a few steps first!" He pulls out a ray gun much like his usual, but with a different paint job. "So what I'm gonna need is for you to make sure all your stuff is in my possession or just outright sold - including your apartment - and that you stay at my place from now on and work for me, doing manual labour and other shit like that, okay?" You nod in response. "Yeah, I figured you'd need something like that. Maybe I got a bit too excited in thinking you'd be able to just 'do it.'" "Well, since you're down for this, a little incentive:" he points the ray gun at your head, and for just a second, holds down the trigger. The inertia lasts for a split second, but your head feels lighter by the end. Your thinking has slowed down by the //slightest// bit, but god, it's got you horny. "Once we get everything else taken care of, I'll do the rest. Just meet me at this address when you've got everything sorted out!" He hands you a paper with the address written down. You're so eager for the moment he makes you too stupid to even read this. You don't do much more that night, other than suck his cock once. The next few days are spent with you emptying out your apartment, packing up whatever clothes you think you'll need while working for him, resigning from the hero agency, and getting a new tenant to take your room. You text Brain Drain once or twice, asking about some more specific details such as your taxes and the like, which he insists he'll take care of himself. You're not certain he even deals with his own taxes, but you shrug and go along with it. Eventually, you make your way to what will likely be your new home: a spacious apartment on the west side of town. Brain Drain is there, but without his trademark glasses on. You almost catch a glance of his eyes, before he hurriedly throws on his specs. After confirming everything is taken care of, he sits you down on the couch. You both smile at one another, as he raises his ray gun at your forehead and pulls down the trigger. --- You start to wake up. Your head feels funny. You take a moment to look around. This is someone's home, but not yours. You haven't been here before. Where exactly is this? You try to figure out what happened before, but your head feels foggy. There's something weird about your head right now, but what is it? You know your head felt like this before, but it's been a while since it has. Oh, right! You're //thinking.// "Morning, dummy!" You hear a voice you know from beside you. Brain Drain has his glasses on before you get a chance to look at him. You think you've seen him without those before, but you can't say when. He looks in your eyes for a second. "Oh, that's weird..." "Whuh..." You have trouble saying what you want to say. "What's going on? What happened to me?" "Well," he takes a moment. "I think it's been about a year since I drained your brains permanently. Most people who get permanently drained don't stay in my service this long, so I never realized someone could become more lucid after having their brains drained." He keeps looking in your eyes. What the hell does 'permanently' mean? You think you know, but it's tough to say... "Wait, does that mean I was supposed to be dumb forever? But now I'm able to think and stuff? Why?" "That's what //I'm// wondering!" He stops, and smiles. "I want to test something! Can you give me a second?" He runs out of bed and goes to get something. Is he looking for something? You stop and take time to try and figure out what 'permanently' means, when you realize it probably means 'forever.' Yeah, that sounds right. How did you take so long to get that? If he made you dumb, but you're not dumb anymore because you can think, that means you should be smart again, right? He comes back with a piece of paper with something on it. "Read this out to me, okay?" You look at the paper. You keep looking at the paper. You look and look, not sure what you're trying to do. Then you pick up on something. "Oh, these squiggles, right! Those are letters and words, right." His smile grows when he hears you say that. You try and read the words. The more you stare at the page, the more you feel like you've almost got it. You almost can find where the first word is. You keep working at it and squinting at the page. Suddenly, there's a pop in your head. (set:$illiterate to 1) ... "Hey, buddy? You still there?" "You're drooling on the page; can you still think?" "Oh crap, this might be bad. I mean, I kind of figured your brain might have atrophied from disuse. After all, you didn't get what 'permanently' meant, right? I figured I'd test out your old cognitive abilities and see what you can still do, but it kind of looks like your brain is just toast now. It's so weird how you could suddenly start thinking again, though. I should try and experiment on this with someone else. "Oh, don't worry, I'm not gonna toss you out. If you can still suck cock and take my dick in your ass, I'll just keep you tied up to my bed so you don't hurt yourself! And maybe if you come to again, we can try and train your brain back to what it was! Or just drain it again, I dunno. We'll see." //**Permanent Brain Drain Ending**// (display: "Ending")

"Well..." You blush a bit as you make your request. "I know this might sound a bit weird, but I've always been a bit of a chronic bottom. There might have been maybe one or two times I've ever tried topping with another guy, but I couldn't really pull through. I mean, I'm fine with being a bottom, but I wanna see what it's like to be a top for once." Morph-eus gives you a smirk. "Well, that can be arranged. It shouldn't be hard to convince you into being a top. I'll just need you to take a seat, and we can begin right away." They beckon you to the intricately designed couch, and you allow yourself to slump into its cushions. You barely feel like they're there at all; it's more like you're seated on thin air. (if:$M is 2)[(display:"Induction Late") [[*snap!*->MorphA Top Bad]]]\ \(else:)[(display:"Induction Early") "Now, let's talk about adjusting your mind to match your fantasy. When you wake up tomorrow, you'll find a change in your mind: you will feel a charisma and confidence that drives you to become more assertive and active in your daily life, but more importantly, in your sex life. This is a change that will stay with you until you find a partner that will bottom for you. When the time comes that you have satisfied your sexual urges as a top, the next morning will see those changes undone. You will be back to the person you once were before we had spoken, with all the memories of the top you had transformed into. Do you understand all that?" You drowsily nod. "Yes, Master, I understand." The response gets a giggle out of Morph-eus. "You're so quick to call me Master? I wonder if those changes will even mean anything to such a submissive boy?" You give no response to the teasing. "For now, do you have any other tasks you want to take care of tonight?" You shake your head. Your patrol really isn't important tonight, and perhaps deep down, you're just excited to have these changes take place. "Alright, then when I snap my fingers, you will not necessarily exit trance, but you will retain a consciousness in your actions that will help you return home. Once you are safe to do so, you will allow yourself to fall into a deep and fulfilling sleep in your bed. "I hope you enjoy these changes~" [[*snap!*->MorphA Top 2]]]

(if:$dogSecret is 0)[(set:$dogSecret to 1)"Well..." You stutter over your request. "I know a lot of guys here and there like getting hypnotized into being dogs and such. I guess I'm a bit curious what that's like for them, I dunno." Morph-eus presses one of their fingers to their chin. "That shouldn't be too hard, but perhaps you should consider who'll be your master, first?" You avert your gaze for a second. They probably know who you'll recommend. "I bet Brain Drain would be down for that." They giggle in response. "He did say if you were going to ask about some sort of pet transformation, that he'd //love// to take care of you. I'll make sure to tell him you're on your way. For now, let's get you ready to go!" They beckon you to the intricately designed couch, and you allow yourself to slump into its cushions. You barely feel like they're there at all; it's more like you're seated on thin air. (if:$M is 2)[(display:"Induction Late") [[*snap!*->MorphA Dog Bad]]]\ \(else:)[(display:"Induction Early") "Now, let's talk about adjusting your mind to match your fantasy. When you wake up tomorrow, you won't recognize the change in your mind, but it will be there: you will be completely convinced that you are - and always have been - a dog: a loyal and obedient canine that happily serves and plays with his master. You will not be able to speak like a human, because you won't believe you've ever been able to, but you will be able to understand enough of what your master says to you to serve him well. Of course, when you wake the morning after that, you will return to the man you were before coming here, with all the memories of the dog you had become. Do you understand?" You drowsily nod. "Yes, Master, I understand." The response gets a giggle out of Morph-eus. "I should make clear that I won't be your master; I'm not much of a dog person!" You give no response to the teasing. "For now, do you have any other tasks you want to take care of tonight?" You shake your head. Your patrol really isn't important tonight, and perhaps deep down, you're just excited to have these changes take place. "Alright, then when I snap my fingers, you will not necessarily exit trance, but you will retain a consciousness in your actions. You know the address that Brain Drain resides at most of the time, so you will take yourself there. When you have confirmed your Master is there and it is safe to do so, you will fall into a deep sleep, and allow the changes to take place within your mind. "I hope you enjoy these changes~" [[*snap!*->MorphA Dog 2]]]]\ \(else-if:$dogSecret is 1)[morpheus can't convince you to be a dog if you're ALREADY one, and then you notice the collar on your neck is back somehow, so instead, they takes you down for something else, that'll help remind you that you are a dog [[*snap!*->Morph Dog Secret]]]

You twiddle your thumbs nervously. "How about we just do one of the classic hypnosis things? I know monkeys are commonplace in stage shows, so I kinda wanna try that for now." Morph-eus ponders your request for a moment. "Thatan easy one, but perhaps you should consider who'll be keeping you in line, first?" You avert your gaze for a second. They probably know who you'll recommend. "I bet Brain Drain would get a kick out of seeing me acting like a chimp." They giggle in response. "He did say if you were going to ask about some sort of pet transformation, that he'd //love// to take care of you. I'll make sure to tell him you're on your way. For now, let's get you ready to go!" They beckon you to the intricately designed couch, and you allow yourself to slump into its cushions. You barely feel like they're there at all; it's more like you're seated on thin air. (if:$M is 2)[(display:"Induction Late") [[*snap!*->MorphA Monkey Bad]]]\ \(else:)[(display:"Induction Early") "Now, let's talk about adjusting your mind to match your fantasy. When you wake up tomorrow, you won't recognize the change in your mind, but it will be there: you will be completely convinced that you are - and always have been - a monkey: a goofy and reckless little chimp that just wants to enjoy himself and discovering the world around him. You will not be able to speak like a human, because you won't believe you've ever been able to, but you will be able to understand a lot of what your caretaker says to you. Of course, when you wake the morning after that, you will return to the man you were before coming here, with all the memories of the monkey you had become. Do you understand?" You drowsily nod. "Yes, Master, I understand." The response gets a giggle out of Morph-eus. "Now I don't think anyone can really be your master; you'll definitely be too unruly to be mastered!" You give no response to the teasing. "For now, do you have any other tasks you want to take care of tonight?" You shake your head. Your patrol really isn't important tonight, and perhaps deep down, you're just excited to have these changes take place. "Alright, then when I snap my fingers, you will not necessarily exit trance, but you will retain a consciousness in your actions. You know the address that Brain Drain resides at most of the time, so you will take yourself there. When you have confirmed your caretaker is there and it is safe to do so, you will fall into a deep sleep, and allow the changes to take place within your mind. "I hope you enjoy these changes~" [[*snap!*->MorphA Monkey 2]]]

You take a moment to ponder your decision. "Well, I know I'm not necessarily lacking downstairs, but I think just for the fun of it, I want to see what it'd be like to have a bigger dick." Morph-eus gives you a smirk. "Well, that can be arranged. It shouldn't be hard to convince you into being a top. I'll just need you to take a seat, and we can begin right away." They beckon you to the intricately designed couch, and you allow yourself to slump into its cushions. You barely feel like they're there at all; it's more like you're seated on thin air. (if:$M is 2)[(display:"Induction Late") [[*snap!*->MorphB Big Dick Bad]]]\ \(else:)[(display:"Induction Early") "Now, let's talk about adjusting your body to match your desire. As you sleep tonight, your body will begin to change to match this desire. When you awake tomorrow, you'll find that your penis will have doubled in size. You will have the entire day to enjoy this change in your body, but when you awake the next morning, your body will have reverted those changes, and you will return to being the man you were before you came here, with all the memories of the you with a big penis. Do you understand?" You drowsily nod. "Yes, Master, I understand." The response gets a giggle out of Morph-eus. "I don't recall telling you to call me Master, but I appreciate the sentiment. I suppose, in a sense, I am the master over your dick right now!" You give no response to the teasing. "For now, do you have any other tasks you want to take care of tonight?" You shake your head. Your patrol really isn't important tonight, and perhaps deep down, you're just excited to have these changes take place. "Alright, then when I snap my fingers, you will not necessarily exit trance, but you will retain a consciousness in your actions that will help you return home. Once you are safe to do so, you will allow yourself to fall into a deep and fulfilling sleep in your bed. "I hope you enjoy these changes~" [[*snap!*->MorphB Big Dick 2]]]

You take a moment to ponder your decision, but the words catch in your throat a bit before you can really speak them out loud. "I'm kind of curious to see what it would be like if my dick was smaller..." Morph-eus giggles lightly. "It's pretty rare to have someone ask for me to //shrink// their genitals, but it's an easy enough task! Just take a seat, and we can get to work right away." They beckon you to the intricately designed couch, and you allow yourself to slump into its cushions. You barely feel like they're there at all; it's more like you're seated on thin air. (if:$M is 2)[(display:"Induction Late") [[*snap!*->MorphB Small Dick Bad]]]\ \(else:)[(display:"Induction Early") "Now, let's talk about adjusting your body to match your desire. As you sleep tonight, your body will begin to change to match this desire. When you awake tomorrow, you'll find that your penis will have halved in size. You will have the entire day to enjoy this change in your body, but when you awake the next morning, your body will have reverted those changes, and you will return to being the man you were before you came here, with all the memories of the you with a small penis. Do you understand?" You drowsily nod. "Yes, Master, I understand." The response gets a giggle out of Morph-eus. "I don't recall telling you to call me Master, but I appreciate the sentiment. I suppose, in a sense, I am the master over your dick right now!" You give no response to the teasing. "For now, do you have any other tasks you want to take care of tonight?" You shake your head. Your patrol really isn't important tonight, and perhaps deep down, you're just excited to have these changes take place. "Alright, then when I snap my fingers, you will not necessarily exit trance, but you will retain a consciousness in your actions that will help you return home. Once you are safe to do so, you will allow yourself to fall into a deep and fulfilling sleep in your bed. "I hope you enjoy these changes~" [[*snap!*->MorphB Small Dick 2]]]

You take a moment to steel yourself. You know well enough how weird this will sound. "So... I know I'm a guy - like, a cis guy - and I don't intend on changing that, really... And you don't have to give me this one! We can do a different thing if this seems, like, //wrong// or anything, but..." You stutter a bit, before you mumble out your request: "I want to see what it's like to have a pussy..." Morph-eus raises their eyebrows, but they smile. "That's certainly an interesting request! I've had quite a few women ask for such a change here and there, but no men..." They touch a finger to their lips. "There's no problem with that, though. Just take a seat, and we'll begin." They beckon you to the intricately designed couch, and you allow yourself to slump into its cushions. You barely feel like they're there at all; it's more like you're seated on thin air. (if:$M is 2)[(display:"Induction Late") [[*snap!*->MorphB Vagina Bad]]]\ \(else:)[(display:"Induction Early") "Now, let's talk about adjusting your body to match your desire. As you sleep tonight, your body will begin to change to match this desire. When you awake tomorrow, you'll find that your penis and testicles will have reverted inward and transformed into a clitoris and vagina. You will have the entire day to enjoy this change in your body, but when you awake the next morning, your body will have reverted those changes, and you will return to being the man you were before you came here, with all the memories of the you with a vagina. Do you understand?" You drowsily nod. "Yes, Master, I understand." The response gets a giggle out of Morph-eus. "I don't recall telling you to call me Master, but I appreciate the sentiment. I wonder if it's that submissive nature that inspired you to seek out having a pussy?" You give no response to the teasing. "For now, do you have any other tasks you want to take care of tonight?" You shake your head. Your patrol really isn't important tonight, and perhaps deep down, you're just excited to have these changes take place. "Alright, then when I snap my fingers, you will not necessarily exit trance, but you will retain a consciousness in your actions that will help you return home. Once you are safe to do so, you will allow yourself to fall into a deep and fulfilling sleep in your bed. "I hope you enjoy these changes~" [[*snap!*->MorphB Vagina 2]]]

You toss yourself ass-first onto the bed, and beckon Buff over with a finger. Obediently, he climbs up over you, smiling down at you. As excited as you are, you know it's best for you to take it //real// slow, with the equipment he's got. "Alright, big guy," you say to him, "Just take it slow getting in there, okay?" His smile fades to a confused pout. "In where?" "In my butt, goofball," you chuckle. You give him a pat on the head, as he returns to a more sheepish smile. "We're getting to the good stuff now!" "Okay!" He lifts up one of your legs with one hand, and grabs hold of his hard cock in the other, lining it up with your exposed pucker. He pushes his hips forward slowly, and you can feel the pressure build against your sphincter. You're doing your best to relax and let him in, but even with the hefty helping of pre oozing from his tip, it's still giving you a rough time. It's at this point that you wish you //actually// lubed up his dick, or your hole. You're not actually clear on why you thought the foreplay you gave was enough for //either// of you. Soon, you feel your hole surrendering to his girth, and he slowly inches into you. It stings, too much for you to hold down the groaning. Buff looks concerned, and looks like he's about to pull out before you stop him. "Just let me get used to it a bit!" He nods, and ends up shoving himself just a little bit deeper as he corrects himself. Being impaled on his lance is still leaving a dull ache in your hole, but you feel better with it inside you. You push yourself down further on his dick just a bit, and he takes that as a hint to give you a bit more. It hurts. God, it hurts. He keeps pushing in you, bit by bit, and you do your best to keep your moaning to yourself, at least until you feel a lot more resistance against his invading cock, accompanied by plenty more pain. "Okay, right there," you groan. "That's as deep as I can take it!" Another minute to adjust to his size, but you're pretty sure it's been longer than a minute before you can actually ask him to start moving inside you. And move he does! He might be taking it slow, but the rubbing of his cock against your inside walls is intense, not to mention the pressure consistently applied to your prostate! It still hurts, for sure, but there's a buzzing pleasure running through your hole and your dick. Each thrust is simultaneously torturous and ecstatic. You take a look at your gut for a moment, and you swear you can see it bulging as he thrusts as deep as he can go inside you. You know, without hurting you. It almost //feels// like it's bulging, too! The thought sends you into overdrive, and it takes all your might to restrain your hips. The pain is all but irrelevant; you just want him to fuck you until your guts are painted white! Eventually, he picks up his pace. Barely. It's maybe... two or four thrusts per minute faster. It's a big difference for you and your sensitive body, and it only takes a few seconds before your orgasm takes you. There's a rush of semen erupting out of your dick, splattering your belly and chest. Seeing this, Buff can hardly resist, but to give you a few more thrusts before giving you his own load. He buries his cock just as deep as before, and even after the pounding and stretching your hole's taken, you still can feel his tremendous load filling you up. The feeling pushes you to a second orgasm. A dry one, anyway; the climax may be incredible, but your dick is already getting flaccid and hasn't quite finished drooling out the last load. Buff gives your face a concerned glance. "Are you okay?" Words escape you. The last orgasm must've pushed the wind out of you. You give him a thumbs up. He tilts his head. Guess he doesn't know that one... You nod your head a bit, and that seems to be enough. He slowly takes out his tree trunk of a dick, as it starts to deflate. He's only managed to take it halfway out when you feel his seed pushing to escape your hole. As his cock escapes your hole with a pop, the cum inside gushes out in short bursts. You're content with just lying there and reveling in the sensations left over. Sooner or later, you can get yourself on your feet, though you certainly struggle and wobble when you do. Buff tries to keep you steady. You spend most of the time before Brain Drain arrives back petting Buff's head and telling him how good he was. //**Buff Gentle Ending**// (display: "Ending")

(if:$buff is 2)[Who're you kidding? Foreplay's not gonna make this any less rough for you. It's better you just take a chance and ride that dick as is, and make the best of the pain that comes from it!]\ \(else:)[Fuck it, you're horny now. So is Buff. There's no point in either of you holding back when you want it so bad. You figure coercing him into going full tilt on you shouldn't be too hard!] "Let's get right to the fun stuff, alright big guy?" You give his shaft a rub or two. You're used to covering more ground with a quick jerk, and take a second to contemplate just how sensitive any small amount of surface area would be on his dick. He flinches, so it must be sensitive enough. "B-but..." he stammers. "I don't wanna hurt you..." "Oh, please, I'm a strong guy; I can take it!" You turn and work your cheeks against his mammoth of a dick. The more you rub against it, though, you wonder if you were trying to convince him or yourself. This thing is //huge!// Only so much of it actually fits between your cheeks, even when you spread them open. It takes a bit more convincing, but eventually his arousal gets the better of him. His hands grip your waist, as he pulls his cock back. He pushes into you slowly. It could be because your hole is only able to relax so much and stretch so far around his log in such a short time. It could also be because he's still trying to restrain himself to some degree. The thing is, you wish he would go faster, because it is //excruciatingly painful!// He stops short, you're not sure by how much, but he starts to pump his shaft in and out. Each thrust pushes him a little bit deeper into you, with the pain radiating in your hole. There's definitely some pleasure in there, but it's actually tough finding it after a while. Your groans must be convincing him that it's good, because he's not stopping. You can feel a pressure against your tummy as he keeps thrusting in you, and you look down. With each thrust he gives, you can see your gut distend out with the contour of his cock head. He's... He's actually so deep inside you that your belly is bulging out. You can't help but laugh through the pain. After a bit, you're not sure the pain is there at all. You're lost in how unreal this all is. You lose track of time. In fact, you lose track of a lot of things. You must have cum at least once or twice, and suddenly, you feel empty. You feel something dripping down from your balls as you lie like a ragdoll hanging onto the bed. There's a lot of whatever it is, and it's just coating the back of your nuts. It feels nice, though. You talk a bit with Buff. You're not sure if it's a pleasant conversation or not, because his face looks kinda worried. You keep talking anyway. What are you talking about, exactly? Something about getting filled back up this, something about his cock that... You're not sure. You're kind of half-awake at this point, if you're awake at all. Your mind isn't really in the driver's seat of your body. Some jackass with these really big glasses comes in after a bit, and just stares at you as you continue trying to talk to Buff. "You can't be fucking serious," you think he says. He's grumbling a lot under his breath, but you think you hear a thing or two about how your brain is broken, and you took that dick too hard and effectively made yourself addicted to riding Buff's third leg. Oh, //that's// why you feel empty! Buff must have pulled out at some point! **//Buff Rough Ending//** (display: "Ending")

In truth, arriving at the apartment over an hour after you agreed upon makes you a bit nervous. You've already resolved yourself to apologizing to Morph-eus, but after taking this long, you don't want to put them through any trouble on your account. Perhaps an IOU on this little arrangement is in order. You take a deep breath, then knock on the door. The voice that answers is soft, yet stern. "Come in." You open the door quietly. "Hey, Morph-eus, right...?" You give a sheepish wave as you enter. The only source of light was behind and below the chair that they sat upon, facing directly at the door. Their silhouette was contoured with a dim corona. "Listen, I'm sorry I ended up so late. I ended up getting a bit too wrapped up in work, and couldn't send a proper text to tell you ahead of time. If it's no problem with you, I--" "Oh, it's not a problem." Given how quickly they interrupted you, it's safe to say it's more of a problem than they're insisting... "Please, don't be shy. Step inside." Against your better judgement, you proceed inside the apartment. You feel a fog descend over your mind as you do so. If you had to take a guess, this was Morph-eus' doing, and you just walked headfirst into their grasp. Resistance was already failing; there's a part of your mind insisting that you just let yourself doze off in their care. "I'm getting the feeling you're a bit upset..." The words slur out of your mouth as you say them. Damn, they really have this much power over you, and you haven't even come close to them? They chuckle to themself, and stand up to meet you. They would be just shy of your height, if you could stand up straight anymore, but you can't help but teeter and sway, desperately trying to keep awake. "Oh, I might have been upset before," they cooed into your ear, "but I can forgive your little transgression. I've already decided what you'll give me to make up for it." You feel a tap on your forehead, before everything fades into black. [[...->Morph Bad End 2]]

Given what little you know of this man so far, it may not be wise to hunt him down right now, but at the same time, this is ultimately your job, and you know the general risks. At the moment, your concern is more on the risks reaching more... intimate peaks, for you. It's on your way to meet the man that you spot something suspicious. A man eyes you from the street, before giving you a smirk. He gestures you to follow him into an alley. This certainly seems like a trap, but you figure you can handle him in a fistfight, should things escalate to that. He looks to be middle-aged; in his 40's at the youngest. Even so, you have a current at the ready in your right hand, as you cross the street and enter the alley to meet him. You keep vigilant in your entry. Nobody is sneaking up from behind you, and there aren't any clear openings for someone to block you off either. There doesn't appear to be anyone ready to jump you from above, either. The old man opens a door to one of the connected buildings, and you take a moment to observe the sign above it: //Pride and Glory,// a sex dungeon that caters to a mostly male audience. Oh boy... Is this what the perv has planned for you...? Entering the dungeon, the man fingers for you to follow him further to the left, behind a red satin curtain that covers the doorway of the next room over. You continue deeper, against your better judgement, and find him grabbing your arm and pinning you to the wall. "Getting a bit too rough too soon, pal," you growl. Observing the room, you see one of the walls has a notably large hole, with a suspicious shape. If you didn't know any better, you'd say it was designed to be a seat. There are restraints above it that look to act as the real rest for whoever would be using this end of the hole. "Oh, I wouldn't be so worried about me being rough." He smirked at you, as he lifts up your chin. "You're the one sticking your ass in places a little too recklessly, hero. Maybe your Dom's got to teach you a lesson." Oh fuck. This is him? "You planned on me being here? And following you in here?" "I thought you the curious type, and certainly obedient. I've been keeping an eye on you for a while, hero, and I thought you just my type, so I made sure to have a plan for when you decided to cross my path." It's at this point that you hear a click to your right. You look down to find a brace locked onto your wrist. You try to focus a current into either of your hands, but to no avail. "If I'm so obedient, why bother cancelling my powers out?" "You can never be too careful in my line of work. Naivety doesn't look good on your record, does it?" You're resisting the urge to clock him in the face. "Now, I think it's about right for a hero like you to serve the people, isn't it?" He glances to the hole in the wall. It's safe to assume he won't remove the brace until you give in to his request, if he removes it at all, so you take him to his word. "Fine, but how about I get myself ready for this?" You push him back gently, and reach to your boots, before he stops your arm. "Those can stay on; just pull down your pants, stick yourself through the hole, and I'll take care of the rest." You sigh, and follow his commands. You bring down both your leggings and your trunks halfway down your shins, before you waddle to the hole. Exposing yourself to a stranger like this brings a blush across your cheeks. Both sets of cheeks, in fact; the waistband of your underwear caressed every inch of your curved butt as you pulled it down. There are stirrups high enough for you to grip, so you lift yourself up with them, before slipping your exposed rear through the hole. As you adjust your body in the hole, making sure your cock is out the other end as well, Dom slips your upper body into a few of the straps provided above the wall. When he steps back, you're comfortably harnessed, your back mostly straight, with a cushion now in front of you, supported by the stirrups. With your body firmly but comfortably tied up, Dom reaches to your right wrist and unlocks the brace. "I appreciate your cooperation on the matter. I'll be keeping an eye on you this evening, and make sure the clientelle don't get too unruly with you, alright?" With that, he leaves the room. {(if:$BD is 2 or $buff is 1)[[[Yes sir.->Buff Glory Hole EX]]] (else-if:$BD is 1 or $BD >= 3)[[[Yes sir.->BD Glory Hole EX]]] (else:)[[[Yes sir.->Dom Glory Hole 2]]]}

You end up getting used by a couple men, before you hear the red satin curtain pull back. You lift your head up, covered in sweat and flushed. The person to appear before you wasn't Dom, though. You recognize the absurdly sized glasses and messy black hair immediately. "Looks like someone's having fun, here!" Brain Drain pats you on the head. "Guess you're not getting the chance to head over to our usual spot, huh?" "Well..." You avert your gaze. "I kind of got roped up into this gig, is all." "Your binds are made of leather, though." "Shut it..." He chuckles. "Don't worry, I knew you weren't gonna make it today. Dom gave me a text about it!" He ruffles your hair a bit as he pulls his hand back. "Said you were busy 'performing a public service at the //Pride and Glory// for all to see,' so I thought I'd drop by to help spice things up!" From behind his back, you see him pull out a familiar ray gun. "Whattya think?" You ponder his offer for a moment, before giving him a tired smirk. "I'd rather not //think// about that one too much." He returns the smirk and lifts up the ray gun to your head. He lowers it for a moment. "That's a 'yes,' right? Just making sure." You sigh, nodding. "Cool! Say 'cheese!'" He doesn't give you the time to tease him over the goofy one-liner, as he pulls the trigger. For just a few moments, you feel as if your brain is doing flips in your skull. The tumbling feeling in your skull shrinks away slowly, until he lets go, and the tumbling stops, leaving you feeling light-headed. "How's that, champ?" The words take a moment to leave your lips. "Yyyyeah... Thas' good..." You can't bring yourself to care about the slur in your words. You can't bring yourself to care about much, right now. Your head is almost completely silent, and god! does that feel good! Your shaft hardens on the other side of the wall, and drool begins to trail out of the sides of your mouth. "Glad to hear it!" He pats your head again. The goofy grin on your face grows. "So I'm gonna see if there's a line out back, because I don't think I can miss a chance to fuck that ass of yours!" With that, he slips past the curtain. On your side of the wall, all that you can hear is your own giggling and moans of ecstasy. No thoughts. No concerns. On the other side of the wall, you feel the occasional client press their cock into your ass, their hips and balls slamming against your cheeks and shaft, and a hot, gooey sensation running down your taint. Being used like this //rocks!// You spend the next couple of hours without a thought in your head and plenty of dicks in your hole, and eventually, you have your first thought for a long while. Your nose kind of itches. "Hey buddy!" You hear Brain Drain enter the room before you see him. "So, you enjoy the ride? Could you tell which cock was mine?" "Can't say I could," you admit. He just chuckles in response. "Well, I dunno how long I'm in here, so if you wanna give me another shot before you go..." "About that, actually, I'm gonna get you out right now." He helps push your upper body from the straps' grasps. "Dom was thinking he would keep you here overnight - or over-day, I dunno - and that just seemed like too much, so I told him I'm taking you home." You're out of all the bindings, and the cushion's removed, when you feel one last dick push against your ass. With nothing holding you down, even that subtle nudge from a cock trying to push its way into your loose hole throws you off balance and toppling onto Brain Drain. You're sprawled on top of him, leggings and underwear around your shins still, and neither of you can't help but giggle over it. //**Dominic Cage/Brain Drain Glory Hole Ending**// (display: "Ending")

You end up getting used by one or two men, before you hear the red satin curtain pull back. You lift your head up, covered in sweat and flushed. The person to appear before you wasn't Dom, though. You recognize the absurdly sized glasses and messy black hair immediately. "Looks like someone's having fun, here!" Brain Drain pats you on the head. "Guess you're not getting the chance to head over to our usual spot, huh?" "Well..." You avert your gaze. "I kind of got roped up into this gig, is all." "Your binds are made of leather, though." "Shut it..." He chuckles. "Don't worry, I knew you weren't gonna make it today. Dom gave me a text about it!" He ruffles your hair a bit as he pulls his hand back. "Said you were busy 'performing a public service at the //Pride and Glory// for all to see,' so I brought Buff along to see how you were holding up!" You look behind Brain Drain. The curtain is a bit translucent, so you can see some of the scenery behind it, but you certainly don't see a titan of Buff's stature there. "Is he waiting outside, or something...? Do you let him walk into //any// buildings?" "Yeah, he should be just outside; want me to send a message for him? I'll tell him you said 'hi' real quick!" With that, he jogs out of the booth. You hear the door close behind him on his way outside, when you start to feel the touch of someone's rough digits on your cheeks. Holy shit, they feel massive, compared to the other guys! That's when you start to feel something rubbing up against your hole. When the pressure starts to build against your ass, you feel already as if the size of this customer's cock would easily dwarf the ones before him. You've already relaxed your hole as much as you can, but his girth still stretches your hole beyond your usual comfort. You're straining yourself against the restraints, pushing yourself back into the wall as you feel his massive pillar getting its first few inches in. It hurts..! It hurts like hell! You're doing your best to swallow down your moans, fearing they'd come out as screams, but a few do gasp out. Soon enough, he pulls his dick back out, just an inch or two. His next thrust might as well have been a sword gutting you, because you couldn't tell a difference between the two in the moment. Pain erupts in your gut as he gets eight-- no, nine inches of meat stuffed deep inside. You can't help but yelp. In that moment, he retreats back out again, giving you almost a minute of rest. That's when Brain Drain bursts back into the room. "Hey, did Buff come in here? I can't find him outside!" It's at that moment that you put two and two together, but that realization is very quickly deafened by the next thrust. You narrowly cover your mouth, trying your hardest to swallow up the scream to come. "Oh, sorry, guess I caught you in the middle of serving a client, huh?" The thrusts come in faster now, and the pain finally starts to give way to pleasure. "Fuck--! It's... aah!" You're trying to spit it out to him, but you're losing focus more and more with each stroke. "Buff is...! Guh..!" "Buff's wha... Oh!" Brain Drain reads the expression on your face, which must look incredible to him, as you can narrowly see a twitch in his pants. "Oh fuck, this might be a problem!" He rushes out of the room. You reach out your hand to him as he runs out, before a burning hot lance spears through your skull, and you black out. --- "Hey, Dom! Glad I could get a hold of you! You mind if we have a word? ... Yeah no, it's about him; what you got him to do last night. Well, him //and// Buff! ... Yeah, I just wanted to check in and ask what the //fuck// you were thinking!? "Upset doesn't even cover it, dude! I told you what happens when Buff goes all out on a guy, and you didn't just leave him to do it, you //encouraged// him! ... No, of course this shit is on you! //You're// the one who dragged Power Core into that glory hole, //you're// the...! Yeah, I'm //sure// it was all consensual, asshole! When is it //ever// fucking consensual with you!? You baited him in with that fucking Power Blocker, right!? ... Please shut up... //Please// shut the fuck up! The guy's basically //braindead// now, and not even the fun kind! ... No, his hole's totalled, dude... "Fucking...! Look, can we just make a pact on this? Like, can we write up a contract or some shit? Is that what I have to do to keep you from breaking the guys I try to hook you up with? Why'd I even give you his number, I swear to god...! Okay, okay, fine, I'll cool down, but listen: if I //ever// give you a guy's number, and I catch you turning him into a drooling cumdump //without// my help, it's your ass on the line!" *click* "Goddamnit... Hey, big guy~! Now, I dunno if you can still hear me in there, but uh... Well, last night's little mishap might have left you a bit, well... 'out of it!' See, Buff's a big guy, you've seen him, and I try to keep him from going hog-wild whenever I hook him up with someone, but, well... Our 'mutual friend' thought it'd be a cute prank if he coaxed Buff into giving you a little extra loving! Now, there's no reason to panic, don't worry! I can take care of you until we can figure out how to fix you up, but... Well, here's the good news about that: I'm not gonna ask you for rent! In fact, you and Buff can work out a little agreement for paying your share while you're here! Sound good?" //**Dominic Cage/Buff Glory Hole Ending**// (display: "Ending")

(if:$V is 1)[You politely smile back at him, "Sounds good, but I'll have to pass on that offer this time, sorry. I've got some other plans for the night." You can see the disappointment on his face, and, in your best effort to make clear your interest hasn't waned, you give him a playful wink. From under your mask. Which completely covers the upper half of your face. He stifles back a chuckle, so that's a good sign, but you kind of want to forget you even tried that, so you wave as you walk off to your next stop. Thinking about it, you almost wish you //could// bring Vortex with you to deal with this mystery man. ]\ \The man doesn't exactly seem trustworthy, but you suspect texting him would come to no avail, and your curiosity won out. You find the penthouse with ease. The elevator doors open, and you walk into the penthouse. Nothing seems out of the ordinary for a penthouse apartment; the furniture and decorations are about as bougie as you expected. You check the corners as you enter, but can't seem to find him anywhere. It's then that a voice rings out from a room to the left: "You're the man I texted earlier today, correct? Come in, to the door on your left." You're on edge, for sure. You focus some energy into your right hand's fingertips, just enough to create a current measuring a couple thousandths of an amp. You've measured it enough times to a point where it would paralyze anyone for a short time without fail. You approach the room slowly, filling in the time with some dialogue. "Quite the fancy place you have here. If you're friends with... Mr. Jules... Would it be wrong to assume your income is..." "A bit suspicious in its nature, certainly," he responds, "but I assure you, I file my taxes appropriately. Mr. Jules has been a client of mine on occasion. You're familiar with his powers, so you can understand they're not suitable for information gathering." "And all the bondage gear is...?" You've nearly reached the door, and can get a clear look of the room. The room is lined with a variety of chains, whips, handcuffs, other similar restraints, and you can see the hints of other bondage devices and furniture. Truth be told, even with what you've already figured out about him, this is a bit much to take. "Tools of the trade, of course." The voice didn't come from inside the room this time, but your right side! You curse, as you whirl around and throw your fingertips onto the man. Nothing. Your current's gone? A smirk creeps across the man's face, creasing at the cheeks. "And I have quite a few custom tools for more enchanced persons like yourself." You look at your wrist, where a thick bracer has been collapsed over your wrist. A green lock LED shines from the top. "Shit...!" The handcuff seems to restrain your power. Mindful of that, you keep your left hand back, and give yourself time to build up a current, only to realize you can't feel a charge. "That thing cuts off my power that hard, huh?" "It's a safety precaution in my line of work." He pulls you inward, staring intensely into your eyes. "Now, are you going to play nice? I was more intent on discussing a more //consensual// version of what we have going on here." Bold words for him, given he was the one who came after you first. "You can start talking consent once you actually consider your partner's boundaries, buddy--" Just as the words escape your lips, you feel his hand stretch against your chest and shove you into the bondage room. You stumble for a second, before your feet are taken from underneath you, landing you square into a cushioned chair. "Goddamnit--! This is //exactly// what I'm talking about!" He reaches up to your face and lifts your gaze to match his. You're starting to get the impression he has some misconceptions on how consent works. "Let's make some ground rules clear, hero: This is my home, and invited or not, you tried to attack me in my home. That makes you unruly--" You rip your head out of his grip. He definitely has a disadvantage on physical strength, it looks like. Might be a good idea to make that clear, especially if all he's going to do is lock out your power. "You wanna make ground rules clear, buddy?" You push yourself out of the chair and throw him back-first into the wall to your right. He struggles against you at first, but as soon as he quits resisting, he gives you a smirk. "You've got a lot of fire, don't you? I thought you were the submissive type!" "I am, but that doesn't mean you're gonna get to push me around with impunity, asshole." Your grip loosens a bit. "Now, how about we talk about safewords and shit? You want me playing along with you, then we get the right safeguards in place so we're both getting some enjoyment out of this. You try to screw me over again, and I'm sending your ass to the police station, or the hospital. Capiche?" He gazes at your face, the pale brown of his eyes warm in the light of the bondage room. After a while, he shrugs. "I suppose we can play it your way for now." You consider knocking his ass out right then and there, until he unlocks the brace on your wrist. You release him from your grip, and let him saunter across the room, eyeing him carefully as he goes. He turns around with a chastity cage in his hands. "Safeword is 'blueberry muffins.' Ready for your discipline for handling your Dom so roughly?" [[Yes sir!->Dom Cage Temp 2]]

Perhaps it's out of line to follow up on his offer before you've even started work, whether he's a lead or a hook-up, but you suspect texting him would come to no avail, and your curiosity won out. You find the penthouse with ease, and arrive rather promptly. As you ascend the elevator, you wonder what kind of man Dom is. Well, you can take a guess, if he's seriously asking you to call him that... The elevator doors open, and you walk into the penthouse. Nothing seems out of the ordinary for a penthouse apartment; the furniture and decorations are about as bougie as you expected. You check the corners as you enter, but can't seem to find him anywhere. It's then that a voice rings out from a room to the left: "You're the man I texted earlier today, correct? Come in, to the door on your left." You're on edge, for sure. You focus some energy into your right hand's fingertips, just enough to create a current measuring a couple thousandths of an amp. You've measured it enough times to a point where it would paralyze anyone for a short time without fail. You approach the room slowly, filling in the time with some dialogue. "Quite the fancy place you have here. If you're friends with... Mr. Jules... Would it be wrong to assume your income is..." "A bit suspicious in its nature, certainly," he responds, "but I assure you, I file my taxes appropriately. Mr. Jules has been a client of mine on occasion. You're familiar with his powers, so you can understand they're not suitable for information gathering." "So you're a spy of sorts, then?" You've nearly reached the door, and can get a clear look of the room. You double-take. The room is lined with a variety of chains, whips, handcuffs, other similar restraints, and you can see the hints of other bondage devices and furniture. What have you walked into...? "Oh no, I'm more direct in my information collection." The voice didn't come from inside the room this time, but your right side! You whirl around and throw your fingertips onto the man. Nothing. Your current's gone? A smirk creeps across the man's face, creasing at the cheeks. "And I've worked with several enhanced individuals before." You look at your wrist, where a thick bracer has been collapsed over your wrist. A green lock LED shines from the top. "Son of a...!" The handcuff seems to restrain your power. Mindful of that, you keep your left hand back, and give yourself time to build up a current, only to realize you can't feel a charge. "That thing cuts off my power that hard, huh?" "It's a safety precaution in my line of work." He pulls you inward, staring intensely into your eyes. "Now, are you going to play nice? I was more intent on discussing a more //consensual// version of what we have going on here." Damn, he actually wants to talk after all. Kneeing him in the groin's out, then. "Alright, fine, let's talk." Just as the words escape your lips, you feel his hand stretch against your chest and shove you into the bondage room. You stumble for a second, before your feet are taken from underneath you, landing you square into a cushioned chair. "Shit..! Maybe you could save that kind of play for //after// we discuss it?" He reaches up to your face and lifts your gaze to match his. You're starting to get the impression he has some misconceptions on how consent works. "Let's make some ground rules clear, hero: This is my home, and invited or not, you tried to attack me in my home. That makes you unruly, and in need of discipline. As of right now, unless you want the world to know the sorts of activities you get up to in your night life..." he lifts up his phone. You can't read what's on it clearly, but it can't be any good. "... you'll obey me and follow my every order, until I'm satisfied. Do you understand?" Even if you could knock him out, you recognize you're at a significant disadvantage to do so, and while you still have plenty of movement available, you don't know if your martial arts matches or exceeds his. It's too risky to take him head on, given what's at stake. "Fine, but you b--" He covers your mouth. "I'm in charge here, hero." With that, he pulls down your leggings and your trunks, exposing your package. "You're awfully wild and unruly. I think you need to be caged, don't you?" With that, he pulls out a metal cylindrical cage, bending down to a curved closure. It's the first time you've seen a chastity cage, but there's no mistaking it. As he slips the cock ring to your package and assembles the rest of your new cage, you glance away, embarrassed. You can't help but admit that this does turn you on, but the circumstances are souring the experience, and this man intends to milk this for all it's worth. The cold metal makes you wince, as it slips up your flaccid shaft. You hear a lock click, and look back down. The cage is a snug fit on your dick, though that might be because you're starting to get "hard," for lack of a better word. "And there we go. A good cage to train a good boy." He stands up, pulling you up by the jaw to stand with him. "Now how long should I have you punished...?" [[...->Dom Bad End 2]]

You take a moment to consider your options on this, but choose to stake out the address. You might still have an advantage and catch him off-guard if you observe the address now, since he likely didn't expect you. Then again, who's to say the man who gave you the address earlier wasn't his own twisted attempt at inviting you? The thought makes you shudder. You observe the building from a decent distance, up on the rooftop of a nearby building, less than a block from the address. It's unfortunate, but you didn't have an apartment number to work with. If you had to take a guess, one of the more innocuous floors would be his hideout, somewhere around the middle - no, maybe upper-middle - of the building, somewhere with covered windows. You scan the building for a window that matches your conjecture, until you feel your phone buzz: $txt+$to_me[ **Unknown Number**] $txt+$to_me[Have you checked the penthouse?] Your head jolts up to the top of the building, where you see a figure staring down at you from the centermost window panel. His phone in his right hand, he gives you a wave with his left. You scowl, if only for a moment. Perhaps he did plan all this. Here's hoping he remains personable when you meet him. You take the elevator all the way up the building, and you walk into the penthouse. Nothing seems out of the ordinary for a penthouse apartment; the furniture and decorations are about as bougie as you expected. The man of the hour stares you down as you enter, with a smirk creasing his cheeks. He must be at least 15 or 20 years older than you, given the salt and pepper of his hair. Plus, how many people your age could afford a penthouse like this? "Nice place you got here," you remark. "Not sure if it's by design, but the man you had invite me here may have forgot to mention your name." "Dominic Cage, at your..." he stops himself. "I suppose I might not be the one at anyone's service, tonight. You can simply call me 'Dom.'" You raise an eyebrow. "So were you //born// with that name, or did you change it at some point, because that is some fucking coincidence..." You shake your head. "Anyway, I can take a guess what you're looking for. Before we get to anything like that, I'd like to know if there's anything I should know about the man you had locked up on the streets looking for me." "Well, if you must know," he shrugs, "the man had a bad reputation on the streets for committing sexual violence on quite a few women. He did it in broad daylight, too. To think he slipped out of your reach--" "... all because he was bold enough to do what he did while I was off-duty," you interrupted. "You put enough effort into finding me, so you can't claim to be unaware of my usual schedule. Granted, if I knew that, I probably would have slugged him, on- or off-duty." You ponder that one for a moment. "Actually, do you mind making sure I run into him again tomorrow night? I'll get a proper confession out of him on that one, just to confirm. I don't need you doing my job on this one." He chuckles. "So we have something to trade, then: I'll be sure to send him your way - unlocked, of course; it'll be difficult taking him out of that cage when he gets to jail - in exchange for a night with you. How does that sound?" You sigh, before taking a few extra steps toward him. He doesn't budge an inch. "Perhaps now's a good time for me to remind you of what he told me? His confession might not hold water in court on its own, but it'll be enough to have you in questioning. The cops will take anything they can get their hands on." You're doing your best to be intimidating, but his grin doesn't fade in the slightest. "You're not in the best position to be bargaining with me." "Then you make the rules," he sighs, "and I'll keep you in line with them." The audacity of this man... Though you do have to admit he's fairly handsome. Not to mention, he probably wouldn't have chased you down for sex unless he had a clue what you were into. Damnit, Brain Drain... "Let's just stick to basics for now, whatever that is for your brand. Safeword's 'blueberry scones,' got it?" He raises his eyebrows. "First time I've actually worked with one of those in a long while. You have to understand: my line of work is a little less based around consent, but I find a way to mix my own interests into my job." He walks into a room to your left. Following him in, you see a vast variety of bondage material. (if:$dogSecret is 0)[In particular, he reaches for a leather collar, which he presents to you. "Now, shall we begin?" [[Yes sir!->Dom Bondage 2]] [[Play bratty for a bit->Dom Bondage Expansion]]] (else:)[At first, it looks like he's reaching for a collar, but his hand hovers back from it, and he looks back at you with a strange grin. "I almost forgot: you came //prepared// for this, didn't you?" You can't help but be perplexed by the response, until you find your hand around your neck and touching something leather. Something you could've sworn you took off //much// earlier in the day. [[That collar again!?->Dom Dog Secret]]]

Well, if it's not you that he's tricking into a less-than-ideal relationship, it's probably someone else. He's one of those villain-esque types that you're not so certain you want to keep on the streets. You change his contact information before you move forward... (click: ?page)[== $txt+$to_me[ **Dominic Chump**] $txt+$to_me[You're familiar with a Mr. Jordan Jules, correct?] (click: ?page)[== $txt+$from_me[ **You**] $txt+$from_me[dunno, who's asking] (click: ?page)[== $txt+$to_me[ **Dominic Chump**] $txt+$to_me[I'll take that as a 'yes.' I'm an acquaintance of his. My understanding is that you're a bit more familiar with him.] (click: ?page)[== Not actually surprising to hear that. Brain Drain //would// brag about getting to pound you as often as he has... This isn't about him right now, though. $txt+$from_me[ **You**] $txt+$from_me[and you want to get familiar with me too, i guess?](click: ?page)[== $txt+$from_me[and that didn't answer my question; kinda looking for a name here] (click: ?page)[== $txt+$to_me[ **Dominic Chump**] $txt+$to_me[You can just call me 'Dom' for now. I suspected you might be inclined to some more submissive activity, so I'm sure I can make room in my schedule for you.] (click: ?page)[== Yeah, asshole, just fall right into the trap. $txt+$from_me[ **You**] $txt+$from_me[alright, where you wanna meet, then?] (click: ?page)[== $txt+$to_me[ **Dominic Chump**] $txt+$to_me[Oho? Awfully eager, aren't we?](click: ?page)[== $txt+$to_me[104 25th Street, penthouse suite. I'm available anytime.] (click: ?page)[== Well, that was easier than expected. You almost feel as if it was too easy. Maybe you were too direct with your advance around the end? You stake out a good rooftop to observe the penthouse from, though the building itself is one of the biggest in about a kilometer. The penthouse windows are mostly left open, with exception to the southern-most ones; they seem to be completely padded up. You spot someone in one of the windows, and with that, you text the address and all the info you have to the police. They're on the scene within half an hour. Only a few patrollers. They might need backup. You let them take the elevator, while you haul ass up the stairs. Halfway up the flight, about 18 floors or so, you feel the exhaustion kick in. Thank god your job already demands some cardio. It's around then that you hear a door shut higher up. Way higher up, judging from the echo. You halt your own ascent, and hear the railings bounce a bit. You feel the vibrations subtly against your glove. The footsteps are hurried, but not frantic. That's your man, for sure. You channel a current into your hand resting on the handrail, and soon enough, you hear a yelp higher up, as the footsteps are traded for a loud thump. About ten floors up. Maybe you should've waited a bit longer... You meet the collapsed man a floor short of what you expected. There's a look of seething anger in his pale brown eyes as you approach, but he's still recovering from the shock, and is only barely on his hands and knees. You throw him up against the wall. He's an older man than you, judging by the salt and pepper of his hair, and the creases made by the expression of fury his face is twisted into. "You jackass...! Didn't think... You were that kind of... pig!" "Damn, that actually stung," you reflected. You //did// trick him into giving his address just to arrest him for a crime you only had rumours of. Even if he confessed to it being true, and his other crimes come to light, this was definitely a dick move on your part, and you weren't even on the clock when you decided to go for all this... "Well, I'm just doing my job, pal, and that happens to involve arresting sketchy assholes like you." You wheel him around, forcing his chest against the wall. You grabbed a pair of cuffs from home, and throw them on him, then take the time to make sure he doesn't have any keys of his own to use on them. After hauling him back down the staircase, since the police decided they wanted to keep the sole elevator in the building in emergency access mode for the entire raid - like a bunch of dicks - you help him into one of the patrollers. With that, you continue your usual patrol for the night. Nothing else of note happens, but hey, at least you took care of a dom that took domination just a bit too far! Not with any proof of your own, of course, but the police did get evidence of their own to lock him away for a good long while. They were charges of tax evasion, though, and had literally nothing to do with what you actually chased him down for... //**Dominic Cage Arrest Ending**// (display: "Ending")

Brain Drain gives you a smirk, as you give him your request. Though, the smirk disappears, as he looks at the door. "Hell, you can't be serious..." Before you can turn around, you feel a sharp pain, and suddenly everything goes black. --- It takes you a moment to come back to your senses. You feel your arms behind your back as you lie on your side. Much as you try, they're stuck to one another. Damn, you're restrained. Across from you is Brain Drain, but one of his lenses is visibly cracked. Whatever hit you probably got him too, but why? "Looks like the little lovebirds are coming to," you hear a voice ring out. You're able to sit upward, but it's a rough task with your arms tied behind your back. A middle-aged man is smirking at the two of you from the bedside. "What the hell do you want?" "Well, if I'm being frank, I'm looking for a couple of assistants, or fuck toys. Nothing too complicated." Brain Drain starts to stir, trying to sit himself up. "Of course, I don't expect you'll be able to handle anything very complicated when I'm done training the two of you." "Dom, you jackass, this wasn't the deal," Brain Drain roars. "I already paid you in full, too, so what the hell is this about!?" "Well, I've decided that my fees come with a little bit of interest for your particular service," the old man said. "See, the folks you had me hunt down had a bit of extra juicy information, something I'd like to follow up personally. I had a feeling that's why you wanted them, and honestly, I don't need you getting in my way. Now, I can just grab this one big hired hand of yours without much complaint, but hero boy here-" He glanced back at you, "now that I know you two are an item, it's better that I collect him as payment, as well." "You're awful confident that you're gonna get away with this," you snark. This would be the part where you run a current to his feet and electrocute him, but the current doesn't seem to be running. A few tries later, you see his grin widen. Your heart sinks. Your powers aren't working. "I don't come without a plan, hero. And speaking of which, I think I know just how I'm going to train the two of you." He picks up a ray gun from the table. It looks like Brain Drain's usual Stupifier, but there's a different paint job on it. With some quick handiwork, he yanks Brain Drain up, undoes his restraints on one arm while shackling him to the bedside on the other. Dom hops over to Brain Drain's back, slips the ray gun into his hand, and grips. He aims the gun at your head. "Shit, I'm sorry," you hear Brain Drain whine, before Dom pulls the trigger. You feel a moment of vertigo, a shrinking inside of your skull, and then silence. Not outside, but inside; not a single thought goes through your head. Your eyes cross and glaze over, and you're left sitting there drooling, as a blurred image of Dom pointing the ray gun at Brain Drain's head plays out before you. --- You no longer possess the intelligence to grasp what happens next. You and Brain Drain are now mindless servants to the man who kidnapped you. Your simple mind can only remember him as Dom. You are ocassionally used as his hired muscle, as you have a fairly well trained body, unlike Brain Drain, who spends most of his time as a footstool. You both serve as his bed slaves, whenever Dom decides he wants some fun for himself. Neither you nor Brain Drain have the same control over your powers, so you wear collars that suppress those powers, as well as have tags with your new names. Even though you both respond well enough to those names, you have a lot of trouble remembering them, even if you can't remember your old ones. There's a lot of things you've both forgotten, in fact, such as the sensation of having an erection or orgasm; Dom had your cocks locked up since day one, as an extra twisted addition to your new service. His reasoning had something to do with not wanting a pair of dimwits jerking themselves off every waking moment, but that's another thing you've long forgotten. It hardly matters to either of you. Your slow and stupid brains don't hold the capacity to take care of yourselves, so now you're dependent on your new master. You can't think of any other way you'd have it. //**Brain Drain Bad Ending**// (display: "Ending")

(set:$BD to 2)"Yeah, sure, why not? If you're keeping quiet, there's probably not much reason to do my usual rounds." He gives a hearty laugh to that. "Come on, I'm not that big a name around these parts!" He composes himself and beams at you. "Well, you know where to find me, dude! Remember, anytime after midnight!" He leaves out the same door he entered. Doing this whole routine with him hasn't gotten tired, at least. As abrasive as he is, he still makes for a decent acquaintance and fuckbuddy, so what's the harm? (display: "Finish Danish Norway")

(set:$BD to 2)"Pass. I've got a job I need to do." Brain Drain shrugs and chuckles. "Alright, man, you do you! But if you change your mind, you know where to find me!" With that, he takes off the way he came in. It's hardly surprising that he acts so non-chalant about your rejection. After all, your relationship is hardly anything serious either way. Your options are open, at least. (display: "Finish Danish Norway")

(set:$buff to 0)You inquire about the brick house he brought with him. "Ah, him? That's Buff. He's one of my henchmen; probably the strongest of the bunch!" "That look in his eyes... What did you do to him, exactly?" Rhetorical question, of course; anyone could guess how a hulking man like that came to be so empty-headed when under the employ of a man dubbed "Brain Drain..." "Hey, cut that out," he denied, "I didn't have any hand in that! He came to me like that! It's just a coincidence that I found a dumb muscleman looking for a job!" It's at this point that his expression - what you can see of it - changes to a wily smirk. "Don't tell me you're looking to be like him, big guy?" "Pass." The idiocy is, admittedly, one of your kinks. You wouldn't bother talking with this guy if that weren't the case. The over-inflated muscles, though? Not a fun time. "Hahah, of course not. Then maybe you wanna have some fun with //him// tonight, huh?" Brain Drain shrugs. "I'm sure he'd be happy to give you a ride or two, but you really think you can take a hunk like him?" [[Sure I can!->Accept Buff]] [[Maybe not...->Decline BD Person]]

(set: $buff to 1)"Hey, it's worth a try, at least." You grin. "I can take you without much issue; how big could he be?" There's a sheepish smile stretching across Brain Drain's face. "Wouldn't you like to know, super boy?" With that, he shrugs and turns. "Well, whatever you're looking for, I'll be at the usual spot after midnight!" He walks out the way he came, beckoning Buff to follow. There's something of a disappointment in the moving mountain's posture as he leaves, his head subtly hung. You hate to see him leave, but you love watching him go. (display: "Finish Danish Norway")

In any case, with Brain Drain gone, you continue to eat your danish. At least for a moment, you have some time to yourself, and watching the busy streets serves a polite entertainment. Just as you reach the end of your breakfast, you feel your phone vibrate. $txt+$to_me[ **Unknown Number**] $txt+$to_me[You're familiar with a Mr. Jordan Jules, correct?] Someone randomly texting you and asking about Brain Drain by his civilian name... That can't be a good sign. The message almost reads like a cop's interrogation. You could avoid answering, of course, or you could entertain this stranger who somehow got a hold of your number... [[Answer->Dom Text]] [[Ignore->Dom Ignore]]

"Now then," they coo, "you just need to relax, and sink into the couch." Just as they say the words, you feel as if what little couch you could actually feel pulls you deeper into it. You don't feel the least bit alarmed by it; on the contrary, it puts you at ease. "Just allow your body to relax every muscle, and your eyelids start to grow heavy in turn..." Their words aren't really requests or orders. As they slip into your ears, they feel more like facts that are worded a little strange. Either way, it's making you feel really good. "You're responding very well to my words, so let's just push you down into trance nice and easy. Feel your conscious mind drift away, slowly at first." With those words, you feel drowsy, as if you're struggling to keep conscious. No, that's not right, you'd have to make an effort in order to struggle. It's more like they haven't actually //allowed// you to fall asleep. "There you go, you're already so deep, aren't you?" "Yes..." It was your voice, but you didn't really think to answer that. With what little conscious thought you had left, you figured that was more of a rhetorical question. "Then I'll just count you down, starting from five. When I reach zero and snap my fingers, your conscious mind will slip away into sleep, and you will be completely entranced. Your subconscious mind will obey my every word, and accept everything as an undeniable truth, to the point where it will transform you to match what I say. Do you understand?" "Yes..." You wonder for a moment if you even need that. You're so far down as you are. "Then, let's drop deeper, in five..." "Four..." "Three..." "Two..." "One..." "Zero." You hear the snap of their fingers, and your mind is left blank. Nothing else seems to register but their power over you. "So, would you say you're in trance right now?" You nod your head, and mouth a 'yes' in response. You might have actually said it, but it's not like your words matter anymore. They giggle, and sit beside you, as they continue.

You stir out of bed. The left side of your back aches, just around the end of your ribcage. The usual aches. They're a little more recurring now than when you started, but that was to be expected. You've been at the job for a good few years now. Still, you wish they could've waited until you hit your 30's before they came around //this// often... It doesn't keep you from getting out of bed, but it is a good excuse to keep you there a bit longer. Unfortunately, you don't have a say in that any longer. You move yourself out of bed robotically. You're not entirely certain why, but it feels as if there's a voice in the back of your mind compelling you to get up. You march in front of your mirror, and your eyes dart down immediately to your crotch. The sight is shocking, to say the least. Where once hung a fairly sizeable cock, at least 4 or 5 inches soft with a good helping of girth, there was now a nub of less than an inch in length. This couldn't be real! This had to be a dream! ... Dream? That word stirred up memories in your head, but swifter than you could make sense of it, you felt a sudden and dramatic pleasure in your groin overtake you. Without even grazing your parts, your hips shoot forward as cum erupts gently out of your soft nub, oozing weakly as the very sudden orgasm subsides. You hadn't even gotten hard... But as you regain your senses, you realize what exactly had happened, and you know where to go. You find yourself at Morph-eus' apartment again. Before you had reached their door, you had steeled yourself; you knew you would demand an answer for what they've done to your body. Before you can even knock on the door, that determination drains away, and your knuckles meekly rap upon the door. "Come in, darling~" They're practically singing, this time. You open the door, and close it behind you without a word. "I see you've found the present I've given you~" "I'd hardly call this a present, Master..." Your response stumbles out. Master? You don't know where that came from. No, you knew where it came from, but you didn't expect it. "You're right, of course~" They walk over to you, and you feel as if just being near them will set you off like earlier this morning. "I had made clear that you weren't to be late to our little get-together, and so I had to punish you accordingly~" With that, they gave an order: "Don't cum, boy." "Yes, Master!" Hell, just thinking of cumming has put you on the edge. How are you supposed to resist? "Now, let's take a look, boy..." Master takes your leggings down, along with your briefs. "That's so cute, that you have underwear with padding~ You'll be using them a lot from now on, just to hide this little bump, won't you?" "Yes, Master..." You can't resist blushing. Suddenly, you realize something: you're incredibly horny, to the point where you could cum at any second, but it doesn't feel like you're even remotely hard. "Each of the little changes I made should make it much easier for you to keep a schedule. I took away all of that extra length on your little dickie so you wouldn't have anything to fondle down there. No more wasting time masturbating what's barely there~" That was hardly sound logic, from where you were standing; masturbating wasn't all about the dick for you, no matter how you looked at it. Still, if Master says it's true, it has to be. "Not only that, but you've got a much shorter fuse as well~ No one will have to worry about pleasuring you anymore, nor will you have to worry about taking too long, if it only takes the slightest touch to set you off~" The logic's a bit more sound this time, but either way, Master's the one who's saying it, so you wouldn't really question it either way. "And of course, if that little nubbin can't get hard, then there's no reason for it to distract you or for you to jerk it off at all~ Isn't that all right, boy?" "Yes, Master..." This was humiliating, to say the least. You're starting to wonder why you came back to Master, when they hadn't even ordered it of you. Something about changing back...? You know Master knows best, so why would they ever need to listen to you? "Now, then..." They pull your underwear and leggings back over your package. You feel like you're at your limit, and they know it. They graze their hand up your chest slowly. You're trying your hardest, but you don't know how long you can prevent yourself from cumming. Your hands reach for your waistband, before a command echoes out: "Cum, boy." It hits you like a brick, and your hands aren't nearly quick enough. You fail to stop yourself from moaning, as your hot seed unleashes in your trunks. You fall to your knees, and the semen starts to leak out past the padding and the spandex. There's no point in pulling down your drawers now, especially if this was what Master wanted from you. You feel weak, even as the shameful pleasure dissipates. They have you wrapped around their thumb, and all you can do is meekly obey, as they torture and humiliate you. "Now, since you understand why I've made these changes, you'll be much more prompt in arriving to appease me from now on, won't you? I want you here by 5 pm sharp every day, do you understand, boy?" "Yes, Master..." **//Morph-eus Bad Ending//** (display: "Ending")

(set:$Domtxt to 1)$txt+$to_me[ **Unknown Number**] $txt+$to_me[You're familiar with a Mr. Jordan Jules, correct?] (click: ?page)[== $txt+$from_me[ **You**] $txt+$from_me[who's asking] (click: ?page)[== $txt+$to_me[ **Unknown Number**] $txt+$to_me[I'll take that as a 'yes.' I'm an acquaintance of his. My understanding is that you're a bit more familiar with him.] (click: ?page)[== If you had to take a guess, that means //someone// has been bragging about topping you to his villain friends... $txt+$from_me[ **You**] $txt+$from_me[and you want to get familiar with me too...? or are you trying to get familiar with him?](click: ?page)[== $txt+$from_me[and that didn't answer my question; kinda looking for a name here] (click: ?page)[== $txt+$to_me[ **Unknown Number**] $txt+$to_me[You can just call me 'Dom' for now. I don't take on such personal requests normally, but if your interest is being a bit more familiar with me, I'm sure I can make room in my schedule for you.] (click: ?page)[== Still hasn't told you what he //actually// wants... Unless this //is// what he wanted. He did ask you to call him "Dom," after all. $txt+$from_me[ **You**] $txt+$from_me[before that, maybe tell me what you're actually looking for?] (click: ?page)[== $txt+$to_me[ **Unknown Number**] $txt+$to_me[Perhaps you'd be willing to meet in person to discuss it further?](click: ?page)[== $txt+$to_me[104 25th Street, penthouse suite. I'm available anytime.] (click: ?page)[== You... don't really want to entertain him any further. Not with a text response, at least. (display: "17:30 Cafe") [[Head to 104 25th Street->Dom Bad End]]

(set:$Domignore to 1)Nope. Nope nope nope. //Nooooo**pe!**// Don't have time for this stranger danger. You have a hot chocolate to finish, and a job to do after that, and if you have to be honest with yourself, answering the texts of a complete stranger that has the audacity to ask for a villain by their civilian name? Who has the time for that? (display: "17:30 Cafe")

You check the time on your phone: 17:30. How you managed to make an apple danish and hot chocolate last //that// long is a mystery. You were hardly distracted, save for maybe two instances. But you have about an hour and a half before you get to work. Perhaps you can prepare for your shift somehow? [[Skip to 19:00->19:00]] [[Text Brain Drain about Dom->Dom TextBD]]

(set:$Buff to 3)You sink to your knees, though you still have to keep upright to an extent, just to keep level with his crotch. There's a musky scent that hits your nose right away, now that you're level with his groin, and it feels like your brain just short-circuited for a second. You're having trouble maintaining any semblance of patience, and you have to convince yourself that you're not already deepthroating or riding his cock because you want to savor every moment. You give his cock a few loving licks and kisses. There's a nervous giddiness on his face. Maybe he wants you to let loose so he has an excuse? Maybe this good boy is a little wilier than you gave him credit. There's a lot of shaft for you to tease, and as much as you'd like to taste his heady precum, you steer clear of his cockhead. His little moans tell you he's enjoying every moment of this, but you know your real target lies behind this monster. Your tongue rides up the length of his shaft, up to his crotch, and then traces its way down to his heavy nuts. There's a hefty amount of sweat that meets your taste buds; it's subtly saltier, a bit more savory too? It's heavenly. Your hands rise to lift up those titanic balls, weighing them as they rest in your palms. You thought they looked heavy, and he might have needed a hand with them earlier, but now you know they're full to the brim! He runs his hand through your hair as you continue to lick and massage his hefty sack. "That feels really good... Can you keep doing that?" You can't help but oblige, since you're certain you're getting more out of this than he is right now. The taste on his skin is intoxicating! You forget for a while that his cock is just above your head, pulsing with pleasure. Hell, you got so absorbed with worshipping and tasting his balls, you might've forgotten that you were looking to ride the damn thing. You continue kissing and licking the massive testes, and while one hand continues to gently massage his sack, the other starts to wrap around his tremendous shaft. You're barely able to wrap your hand halfway around it, but that's fine; you just want to tease his dick right now. His panting picks up a bit, either way. Soon, he's trying to hump into your hand, which throws his fat nuts back and forth into your face. The slapping against your face is actually really hot, for some reason. "Haha, alright, big guy, calm down!" You have to pull your face back eventually. You start to stand up, and he looks a little guilty for that small lack of restraint. If he had a tail - instead of a third leg - you'd probably see it hanging between his legs right now - like his third leg! Speaking of which, though, you wager you're prepared to take that thing now. (display:"Buff Tree") [[Suck him off->Buff Fellatio]]

(set:$Buff to 3)You close in on his torso and wrap your arms around his waist, giving his tummy kisses as you feel up his sides. You can taste the salt of his sweat against his skin, and it's making you hornier by the second. He starts to giggle, and lets you go to town on his abs for a while. Soon, you feel one of his huge hands rest on top of your head, rubbing your crown like he's petting a dog. There's something ironic about that, you feel, like he's a puppy petting another pup. The other hand finds its way to your rump, that starts to knead and fiddle with your cheeks one at a time. You might be more than a handful for most guys, but for him, you probably don't feel that big. If his hand is down there already, he might help lift you up if you try to climb him... You take a chance and test that theory. You lift your grip up higher, reaching up to about his pits, and hop up high as you can manage. Your legs wrap around his waist as best as they can, and you can feel your ass rest in his palm just a bit. He's holding some of your weight in it, at least. Your face is up high enough to rest between his huge pecs, and the temptation is real. You keep trying your luck and pull your arms back around to his front, and soon he puts his other hand onto your back, to keep you stable. You kiss at the cleft of his chest, as your hands start to massage and grope his tits. He's moaning a bit, now. "You like that, big guy?" You look up to see a needy expression on his face. God, you almost feel bad, teasing him like this, but he nods back at you. You keep kissing his chest, and eventually you bring your thumbs to his huge nipples. They're already erect, and after just brushing them lightly, he gasps back another moan. God, you could do this all day... "Your chest feels so nice..." "Your hands feel really good," he replies. "Can you rub my nipples some more?" As if he even needed to ask! You rub the bright bumps of his chest between your fingers, passing your thumbs over the tips every so often. His moans are musical. The muscles between your fingers squish so pleasantly in your grip as you grope his chest some more. His fingers have rubbed over your hole once or twice. He must have done this a few times, if he's doing that without any prompting. You're honestly not sure if you can stop playing with his chest, but you realize that you have to get to the main act eventually. You look up, and that needy look in his eyes seems almost impatient. You give his nipples a few more playful rubs, and he squeaks a little in response. Your legs loosen their grip around his waist, and he gently lowers you down onto the floor. (display:"Buff Tree") [[Keep playing with his chest->Buff Tiddy Milk]]

Your shift has officially begun, and thankfully you're already on the streets and more or less on patrol. The sun has hardly begun to set, but most of the streets are already darkened by the shadows of the apartments and corporate towers. You have time to survey a lot of the city before most criminal activity would pick up. [[Observe the West End]] [[Head Downtown->Downtown 1]] [[Observe the East End]]

(set:$DomBDVortex to 1)For one reason or another, you had a complete stranger text you about Brain Drain, and it's probably in your best interests to get some confirmation from him, or to get some more general info out of the man. (click: ?page)[== (if:$Domtxt is 1)[(display: "TextBD texted")](else:)[(display: "TextBD ignored")]

You stir out of bed. There's an ache in your crotch, as you feel your morning wood struggling to push out. The usual ache. It's been a little more recurring now than when that asshole first locked you up, but that was to be expected. You've been stuck in a cock cage for over a year now. Quite frankly, you could've done without feeling this aching need //ever.// At least the constant buzz in your dick was a pleasant consolation. You look down at your package. There's barely an inch of your dick allowed to push out from your body in the cage he has on you now. In the past year, Dom had switched out your cage no less than three times, always getting a smaller size each time. He's been making sure you can't remove it, as well. The lock's extremely difficult to pick, and risks breaking altogether if not opened properly. The cages have always been metal, too, so just cracking it open with brute strength has never been an option. He's never given you a chance to get hard, and at this point, you're almost afraid to see what's become of it. You barely sit up when you receive a text on your phone. You have a feeling you know exactly who it is, and what he wants. You're glad the day's finally come, yourself. $txt+$to_me[ **Dom-ass**] $txt+$to_me[Come to my penthouse. It's time.] You waste no time in arriving. That's been part of his training program, after all; a good boy has to be prompt. You march into the bondage room, and stand at attention for him. After a few minutes, he walks in to meet you. (set: $daycount to (random:12,50))"So, I'm sure you know what day it is. Before we do, I want to make sure you've been keeping full track of your misdemeanors while under your training program. Tell me how many times you've came while caged." "$daycount times, sir..." (set: $deserve to (random:0,$daycount))"And how many times did you DESERVE to cum? How many times did your good trainer Dom allow you to work for it?" You want to turn from his gaze. You're flushed already. This is humiliating. Just a little more... "$deserve times, sir..." (set: $sentencelength to ($daycount - $deserve + 365)) (if: $sentencelength is 365)["Excellent. You've been a wonderful boy, you know. Not a single day had to be added on to your sentence.](else:)["Excellent. And you know that you served an extra day for every single time you came without earning it, haven't you? And today marks $sentencelength days of being in training, and your last.] Congratulations." With that, he removes your leggings and trunks, and pulls out an intricate key. After a short minute, your nub is free from its confines, and a smirk dashes across Dom's face. "Now, why don't you celebrate by cumming for me?" Finally. You've been waiting for this moment for so damn long. You reach your right hand down to your crotch, hesitant at first. Dom is eyeing that hand expectantly. It's exactly why you know he can't see the left hand coming. You whip your arm up, grip his neck and let the current run through him. He yelps in pain, and falls to the floor, paralyzed. There's a struggle in him to stand up as you pull your trousers back up. "Yeah, bad news, Dom," you muse. "As it turns out, being a jackass and forcing someone into bondage doesn't really make them obedient, so much as... vengeful, I suppose." You pick him up and seat him in a chair, looking directly to the elevator. "I've been collecting evidence of your activities since you decided to lock me in this cage, and waited until you had complete faith that you had 'trained' me well enough. Now?" A pair of cuffs on each of his wrists and ankles are your means of securing him to the chair. You rustle through his pockets to make sure he doesn't have any keys to use on them. "I can have you locked up for //much// longer than a year." You fish out your most recent cage, cock ring, and its key. You wave it in front of his face, before pulling it back. "The 'prison' kind of locked up, of course. There are some of us that actually //know// what consent is." You wager you'll still find use for these in your private time. Now you can play with yourself in a cage to your own leisure. You return home with your new treasure in tow, and send a text to the police with the penthouse address. You sit down on your bed, and realize you still haven't assessed the damage this year had done to you. It makes you nervous to know, but you have to see it eventually... Pulling down your trousers and trunks, you carefully rub at your inch-long nub, edging yourself both as much and as little as you can, just until you can tell your cock won't get any harder or longer. You eyeball your erection. Three inches, give or take. The realization hits you hard, recognizing that you likely won't get back those four inches you once had, and the dam breaks. Those three inches bounce and pulse hard, as a massive load unleashes from your cockhead. You can hardly stifle your moans as it happens, with wave after wave of pleasure bombarding you. As it subsides, you can't help but realize the mess of cum you made probably measures out to be bigger than your cock at this point. You count yourself lucky that you've always been a bottom, but the humiliation that'll come with your member's shrunken size... Shit, that's the last thing you need turning you on... //**Dominic Cage Bad Ending**// [[About One Year Later...->Dom Bad End 3]] (display: "Ending")

(click: ?page)[== $txt+$from_me[ **You**] $txt+$from_me[hey do you know anyone by a name like dom?] (click: ?page)[== $txt+$to_me[ **Brain Drain**] $txt+$to_me[depends, is that what you're gonna start calling me??? ;P] (click: ?page)[== $txt+$from_me[ **You**] $txt+$from_me[shut uuuuup](click: ?page)[== $txt+$from_me[this guy texted me, asking for you by your civvy name, said he was an acquaintance of yours and gave me his address and everything] (click: ?page)[== $txt+$to_me[ **Brain Drain**] $txt+$to_me[ohhh wait i know a guy that sounds just like that!](click: ?page)[== $txt+$to_me[dominic cage! he's a fuckin asshole!] (click: ?page)[== Damn, you didn't give him a lot to work with, and he knew right away who you were talking about...? Must have quite the reputation, at least with Brain Drain. $txt+$from_me[ **You**] $txt+$from_me[is there a reason you call him that? like what's his big issue?] (click: ?page)[== $txt+$to_me[ **Brain Drain**] $txt+$to_me[he's a hired hitman that specializes in interrogating people, and he's super into bondage](click: ?page)[== $txt+$to_me[and he has no fuckin clue how to separate the two](click: ?page)[== $txt+$to_me[great for getting info from people, but his work is like anti-consent by definition](click: ?page)[== $txt+$to_me[so he ends up being TOO hard a dom if you're tryin to get fucked] (click: ?page)[== Oof, when a man called //Brain Drain// calls you out for being too hard of a dom... Well, at least you know ahead of time what to expect, if you decide to give him a visit. $txt+$from_me[ **You**] $txt+$from_me[cool, thanks](click: ?page)[== $txt+$from_me[is he like... bad enough to justify me giving the police his address?] (click: ?page)[== $txt+$to_me[ **Brain Drain**] $txt+$to_me[i dunno, how bad you need that dick? cuz i'm still ready to go tonite ;)](click: ?page)[== $txt+$to_me[legit tho, he's kinda bad news for sex, maybe just keep your distance] (click: ?page)[== That's probably enough information to run with. You have his address on-hand, so if you really want to take a chance with this asshole, you can head there whenever you're ready. Of course, given Brain Drain's description of him, it might just be safer to steer clear for now, and take a chance with him another day. [[Move on to work->19:00]] {(if:$BD is 2 or $buff is 1)[[[Head to 104 25th Street->Dom Glory Hole]]] (else:)[[[Head to 104 25th Street->Dom Cage Temp]]]}

(click: ?page)[== $txt+$from_me[ **You**] $txt+$from_me[hey do you know anyone that knows your civvy name?] (click: ?page)[== $txt+$to_me[ **Brain Drain**] $txt+$to_me[other than you? i mean how long you got? :V] (click: ?page)[== $txt+$from_me[ **You**] $txt+$from_me[shut uuuuup](click: ?page)[== $txt+$from_me[this guy texted me, asking for you by "Mr. Joshua Jules." didn't respond because he kinda struck me as a creep or a cop or both] (click: ?page)[== $txt+$to_me[ **Brain Drain**] $txt+$to_me[ohhh wait i know a guy that sounds just like that!](click: ?page)[== $txt+$to_me[dominic cage! he's a fuckin asshole!] (click: ?page)[== Damn, you didn't give him a lot to work with, and he knew right away who you were talking about...? Must have quite the reputation, at least with Brain Drain. $txt+$from_me[ **You**] $txt+$from_me[is there a reason you call him that? like what's his big issue?] (click: ?page)[== $txt+$to_me[ **Brain Drain**] $txt+$to_me[he's a hired hitman that specializes in interrogating people, and he's super into bondage](click: ?page)[== $txt+$to_me[and he has no fuckin clue how to separate the two](click: ?page)[== $txt+$to_me[great for getting info from people, but his work is like anti-consent by definition](click: ?page)[== $txt+$to_me[so he ends up being TOO hard a dom if you're tryin to get fucked] (click: ?page)[== Oof, when a man called //Brain Drain// calls you out for being too hard of a dom... Well, at least you know ahead of time what to expect, if you decide to give him a visit. $txt+$from_me[ **You**] $txt+$from_me[cool, thanks](click: ?page)[== $txt+$from_me[is he like... bad enough to justify me giving the police his address?] (click: ?page)[== $txt+$to_me[ **Brain Drain**] $txt+$to_me[i dunno, how bad you need that dick? cuz i'm still ready to go tonite ;)](click: ?page)[== $txt+$to_me[legit tho, he's kinda bad news for sex, maybe just keep your distance] (click: ?page)[== That's probably enough information to run with. It's //technically// your job to stop guys like him from getting their way, and his methods //do// wig you out a bit, so maybe if you can trick him into giving you his address, you could get the police on him. Of course, given Brain Drain's description of him, it might just be safer to steer clear for now, and take a chance with him another day. [[Move on to work->19:00]] [[Text Dom->Dom No Sex]]

(set:$Buff to 3)couldn't actually come up with anything here, whoops, so this is cut well, if you got here somehow anyway, let's just pretend he let you swing around on his big beefy arms for a bit, and it ended up being more 'play' than 'fore' :V You could probably convince him to just let loose on you at this point. That said, it's still probably safer that you take a monster python like his slowly, even after all that prep work. [[Take it slow->Buff Gentle]] [[Let him let loose->Buff Rough]]

You give him a wily smile, and pull down your leggings and underwear in one pull. You present and hold yourself still, legs open, as he secures your cock in the cage. You have to make a point to flex your thighs as he does his work, just to keep from getting hard. Soon enough, you feel the cold metal slip up your shaft, followed shortly by the sound of the lock clicking into place. You see his hand pull back the key, but before it gets too far from you, you grasp his wrist. "Not for nothing, but just as a safety precaution, I'll hold onto that." You slide the keys out of his fingers, and stow them in your glove. The moment it's out of his reach, you feel his grip against your own wrist. He pushes you down to your knees, and guides your hand to his belt. "Get to work, hero." You're quick to obey, as you unlatch his belt and unfasten his fly. "Take it slow; I want to enjoy this." You pull down his pants, teasing and caressing his thighs with the fabric as you inch them down. You feel his hand grasp the back of your head, and just for a second, you feign resistance as he pushes you into his crotch. He rubs your head up and down the bulge, and you can't help but relish in the texture, the shape, the smell... Your tongue laps against the outline of his cock as it grows and pushes against the confines of his boxers. "You love that cock, don't you?" You hear him coo down at you. His grip guides your head into nodding, but you would have given it to him anyway. "And you want nothing more than to please my cock, isn't that right?" "Yes sir..." You moan it out with a hunger. You had stopped trying to prevent your erection a while back, and now your dick is buzzing with pleasure as it tries desperately to harden within its cage. He rubs your face against his boxers for another minute, before pulling you back. "Pull them down," he orders, "but with your teeth." You push against his belly and work hard to get your top row of teeth under his waistband. It's a clumsy effort, so you resign to grasping just the front. You bite down, and pull the fabric slowly down his thighs. You meet resistance before you can unleash his hard rod, but one good tug pulls the waistband over his glans and frees his cock. It bobs up and bounces, before standing at attention for your admiration. And admire it you do. You start slow, looking up at Dom as you do, as if to check for his approval. First, your tongue tickles his urethra, then works around the glans. Your movements are slow, and it's not clear who you're teasing more. You work under his foreskin, sucking gently on his cock head as you lap at the underside. He gently pats your head as you do. You pick up your pace, starting to work down his shaft, just an inch or two to start. The full length of it is around 6 or 7 inches, so you're willing to take your time before going deep. His hand rustles your ginger hair as you pleasure his cock. He has a huge grin, so you must be doing well. That, or he's got a plan in mind. "Take a deep breath, hero." You inhale through your nose quickly, and sure enough, you feel his hand grip hard and shove you into his crotch. His hairs tickle your nose as you gag on his cock. With as little room as he's giving you, you lick the underside of his shaft. You're down there for nearly twenty seconds, before you start to concern for your lack of oxygen. You give his thigh a tap, and he pulls you back out. You take a gasp of air, choking a bit. "Felt good, right?" You nod, amidst a cough or two. He walks over to the chair he had shoved you into before, taking a seat. His legs are splayed, presenting his package to you. "Get on." "Yes sir!" You feel your cock pulse in its confines. You stand up and position your ass over his member. You rub your hole against his dick once or twice, wetting it with the precum and saliva already coating it. His hands grasp your hips, and he guides you down, slowly penetrating your rear. You groan, doing your best to loosen up for him, but he's just a bit too impatient for your muscles to relax. Eventually, with a few good pushes, you've got his dick inside of you, and the heat of it is exhilarating. You start to pull up just a bit, when you feel him yank you back down to the hilt. You swallow back a yelp. Guess he wants to take the lead. You feel his hands guide you up, and you follow the pace they set. You fuck yourself on his cock, slowly at first, but picking up the pace in due time. The padlock of your cage jingles with every bounce. His cock feels good enough that you might cum in spite of the cage. You keep yourself as steady as you can by grasping the arms of the chair, now that your legs are starting to shake. You hear him moan behind you, unloading inside your hole. Fuck, if you could just ride him a bit longer...! But eventually, his orgasm subsides, and he pulls you off of his softening cock. "Excellent work, hero." He lowers you down, seating you on the ground, with your head back to his lap. "Thank you, sir," you respond, as you lick his cock clean. His salty taste fills your mouth. Swallowing, you look up at him, hoping he'll be so kind as to let you have some release now. Instead, he stands up, pulling his underwear and pants back up. "You can keep the cage, by the way," he notes. "I have at least a dozen more of that make and size. Same goes for the key you pocketed." With that, he sends you off on your way, without really confirming if he wants to meet again, and you just head home. You take a moment to look in the mirror and see yourself with your full costume. The cage isn't the least bit visible, but you're so very aware of its presence as you move. Maybe... You can justify keeping it on for fun, just for a little while longer... //**Dominic Cage Temporary Cage Ending**// (display: "Ending")

(set:$Buff to 3)You bring yourself close to his body, giving his huge shaft a small rub as your hips meet his thighs. There's an excited look on his face already. You wrap your arms around to his backside and grope his succulent cheeks. He jumps in your grip, but his expression just seems to get more excited. You take some time and continue to massage his glutes, feeling the firm muscle under the bubble of his butt, resting your head on his chest. Eventually, you decide it's time to do more than get a feel for his gorgeous ass. You release your grip and turn his corner to see his curvaceous cheeks in their full glory. Damn! They //felt// pretty big, and they looked pretty big back at the cafe, but his ass looks absolutely //tremendous// now! You're starting to drool a little just staring at it. "Uhh..." he stalls and stammers for a second. "I thought I was gonna put my dick in //you...//" "Oh, don't worry," you confirm, "that's still happening. But you've got a //really// nice butt!" You swerve around and kneel before his cheeks. "I thought I'd give it a little love before we get to the real deal!" Your hands are already back on his globes, parting them to see his hole. There's something funny about how everything else on him is so huge, but his hole doesn't seem much bigger than anyone else's. You let your thumbs run against the sides of that hole, tickling him ever so slightly. His hole twitches a bit in response, and you can hear him swallow down a moan. You continue to tease him some more, until you feel like you can't restrain yourself and give his pucker a lick. This time he can't hold back a gasp of pleasure. You're pretty certain he wasn't prepared for you to play around with his backdoor, so you stick to just kissing and licking outside and around his hole. You can tell he loves it either way, and you're having the time of your life too. Without warning, he turns around and takes you away from his heavenly butt, and effortlessly lifts and tosses you to the bed. "Whoa, hey, big guy," you remark, "You getting a bit impatient, huh?" That's at least what you think, until you see his face dive between your legs and under your behind. Something wet rubs against your pucker, and you can't help but moan. His tongue only gets rougher and pushes deep into your hole. At this point, you can't tell if he was returning the favor or if you made him hungry for your hole, somehow. Eventually, he calms down and pulls his head back up. "Sorry, I really like what you did, so..." He sure doesn't //look// sorry, which is fair, because you sure as hell don't want him to apologize for the extra prep work he gave you there. (display:"Buff Tree")

It's quiet for a few minutes, at least. The scenario itself is certainly a hot one in theory: being hung up and ready for use by any man to dump his load in your hole, and being nothing more than a hole for him. The only problem is waiting for someone to decide they're going to make you their hole to use. Dear god, there's nothing in this room to entertain yourself with, and no guys trying to fuck you right now, and you //are **B O R E D!**// Finally, you start to feel something warm against your crack. You start to get anxious, as you feel the warmth rub against your pucker. Every second they spend teasing your hole feels like an hour, and good lord, they really intend on teasing you... Soon, something cold and wet grazes and massages into your hole. You shudder in surprise, but soon, your pucker gives way to it, and you relax to someone's digits entering and lubing you up. Their fingers are warm enough to offset the cool touch of the lube. Soon, their fingers retreat out, and almost immediately, you feel a new force pushing into your ass. There's no attempt to accomodate you to their cock, and their thrusts come slow and rough. You feel the sting in your backside pretty clearly. It starts to fade into pleasure, but not quickly enough. Their pace picks up, and the pain manages to reignite. Damnit, can't this guy take it easy? All you can hear is your own rough panting and the sound of slapping from the other side of the wall as your cheeks get pounded. They start to jackhammer in you, but you've finally relaxed and the pain has faded away. All that's left is the pleasure of getting this man's hard dick slamming into your hole. You can barely hold back your gasps and moans, though you're not certain anyone can even hear you right now, aside from the reception. Soon, you feel his cock pulse inside you, as he thrusts hard into you and holds his cock deep inside. Eventually, after a few more pulses, the hard member leaves your hole, and you feel something leaking out. It takes a few more minutes of silence before the next dick enters you. This definitely feels better, now that your hole's been used once already. He might still be thicker than the last guy, but only barely, since your hole takes a little work to take him. His pounding inside you feels great, and you think he might actually make you cum, but just as you get close to the edge, he pushes deep into you. Yep, he just came inside you, didn't he...? You feel his seed seeping out of you as his cock leaves your hole. The process repeats a few more times. You're pushed to the edge just as the newest client unleashes their cum inside your hole, and you're left hanging, figuratively and literally. Eventually, though, you feel a cock enter your hole, but not quite as deep as the rest. You feel his hips against your cheeks before he's gone any further than... four inches? His pounding is all pleasure, though, and it's rubbing against your prostate just right. This guy's member feels better than the rest! The pressure builds up in your crotch, and you feel your orgasm take you. Your anus tightens around the man's dick, and the heat only becomes stronger. The hot pressure runs down your cock and shoots against the wall separating you and your partner. You wear a goofy grin as you feel the white hot pleasure course through your veins. You hardly notice that the man's stopped fucking you, and has been pumping his load inside you halfway through. You lose track of time after that. There's one or two more cocks that manage to make you cum through the night. Eventually, you see Dom re-enter the room. "I see you're having fun, hero. Ready to call it a night?" "Yeah, it's about time," you pant. "What time is it, anyway?" He looks at his watch. Damn, he has a watch in this day and age...? "It's about 06:45. You were a real popular pick tonight." What the fuck. "You kept me here the whole night? You prick..." The realization must hit you pretty hard, because your exhaustion finally takes hold. It's hard to keep your head up now. You barely pick up on him taking you out of your restraints. "Well, I've had my fun." He smirks at you. "Do you think you'll need a ride home?" "With you? Not a chance... I'll walk." Dom takes you out of your last harness, and you drop onto the floor. Your legs buckle underneath you, and you have to catch the ground before your face meets it. "Right... Let me just call you a taxi..." //**Dominic Cage Glory Hole Ending**// (display: "Ending")

In truth, you're not surprised to find that nothing of note is going on outside yet. You do spot a few other heroes on your way around town, a couple of which you recognize. One happens to be on her usual shift, covering the same parts of town you do during the daytime, just up until you start. You chat it up with her for a while, and you both confirm that today's been abnormally quiet, which could go one of two ways for you: either tonight's going to be wild as hell, or just as quiet as the daytime. Obviously, you're hoping for the latter, for one reason or another. Even so, the next hour and a half seems to go by fairly quickly, and before you know it, your phone's alarm buzzes. (display: "19:00")

(if: $BD is 1)[(set: $BD to 3)The west end itself doesn't seem to have many issues at the moment. What it does have is a familiar face, or at least a familiar pair of oversized glasses sitting atop a half-hidden face. "Haha, would you look who it is," Brain Drain exclaims. He pats your shoulder as he approaches. "How's it hanging, PC? Looks like you're super diligent in your job today, huh?" You give him a soft chuckle. "I mean I barely started my day, but sure." The two of you talk for a while. As an odd change of pace, the conversation manages to keep family friendly, though he does throw a double entendre or two into the conversation. Eventually, he gets back to his earlier business, whatever that might be. He never made clear. Given each of your occupations, it makes sense why he'd keep quiet around you, and you can hardly hold it against him.]\ \(else:)[The west end is fairly quiet today, which isn't unusual. From everything you've seen on the job, you can safely say that the west end is the quieter side of town, when it comes to criminal activity. All in all, nothing out of the ordinary.] You take your time observing the west end for a bit longer. You eventually check your phone. 20:30. Your timing is pretty on point. (if: $M is 1)[Morph-eus said they wouldn't mind if you were early to show up. Better early than narrowly late, given how they addressed you, honestly.] [[Observe the East End->East End 2]] [[Head downtown->Downtown 2]] (display:"Dom Tree")\ \(display:"Morph Tree")

(set:$East to 1)The east end is often a bit noisier for folks in your line of work. Criminal activity ends up being a bit more common around here, likely due to the increasing poverty and unemployment rate. It's a sad sight to see in action, and you only wish your job was better suited to fixing that specific problem, but it's almost as if the city itself was pushing the people here into this awful position. There's a few petty crimes here and there: a purse theft in the middle of the streets that you couldn't quite stop; an attempted robbery at a corner store, that you try and talk them out of - with a bit more success, since you only had to knock one of them - and offered a bit of extra help in getting some more money in less criminal means; and you swear you spotted a pickpocket at work, but you couldn't quite confirm it, since the one person they might have stolen from was a very visibly rich white woman who was already busy giving a couple of men a hard time. An hour and a half passes. There's a man on the street level who looks worse for wear, that beckons for your attention. Whatever was affecting him in that moment, it seemed to keep him on some kind of edge, and he looked miserable in it. He hands you a note with an address written on it: 104 25th Street. (if:$Domtxt is 1 or $Domignore is 1)[You can take a guess who this man's about to tell you about.] His account is that the man living there has him locked up and won't let him free until he either gives him the information he wants - which the ragged man doesn't claim to have - or perform some errands for him. He doesn't appeared to be any amount locked up, by your observa-- oh, that kind of locked up. Well, you have an address to work with.(if:$Domtxt is 1)[ An address you were already given earlier today, but that's neither here nor there.] One victim's testimony isn't a lot to work with, but it should be enough to justify making a move to investigate. (if: $M is 1)[Of course, you do have other plans to consider, as well. Morph-eus said they wouldn't mind if you were early to show up. Better early than narrowly late, given how they addressed you, honestly.] [[Observe the West End->West End 2]] [[Head downtown->Downtown 2]] (display:"Dom Tree") (display:"Morph Tree")

(if:$V is 1)[You politely smile back at him, "Sounds good, but I'll have to pass on that offer this time, sorry. I've got some other plans for the night." You can see the disappointment on his face, and, in your best effort to make clear your interest hasn't waned, you give him a playful wink. From under your mask. Which completely covers the upper half of your face. He stifles back a chuckle, so that's a good sign, but you kind of want to forget you even tried that, so you wave as you walk off to your next stop. ]\ \You're a little shy about arriving early for this, so you meander for a time after finding the apartment building. You keep an eye on your phone to ensure you're not necessarily late, otherwise what was the point of doing all this when you're //technically// supposed to be on the job? Eventually, you read out a time that's a little more comfortable for you: 21:52. You enter the building and find the apartment with ease, and for just a moment, question whether this is a prank or not. When you knock on the door, you're greeted by a soft and sultry voice. "Come in, darling, the door's open~!" Upon entering the apartment, you can see the decor is ethereal in its placement, or that seems to be the angle Morph-eus was aiming for: several walls are painted with maps of constellations, and part of the ceiling has continuations of such markers. Better than stucco, at least. The furniture's fabric had to be designed with a complicated gradient of colours, namely one that you would never expect someone to willingly make by hand, not without a generous commission. You remove your boots as you enter further. "This is quite the place you have here," you remark. "How did you manage to get all the funds for this kind of decoration?" "I have a few kind donors, here and there," they giggle, as they finally enter the main room. They have long lavender bangs covering the right half of their face, with the left side of their head almost completely shaved. The colour growing out - maybe the lighting was playing with your eyesight - appears to be a deeper violet. Their lashes appear thick enough that they likely applied mascara, though they could be naturally thick; your own are pretty thick too. In truth, it's just one detail after another that leaves you uncertain; their appearance is mystifying, but every fantastic element lends itself to a gorgeous portrait, painted as if from a dream. Given their name, you honestly wish your end description wasn't so on-the-nose. "Morph-eus, right?" As if you need to confirm that now, but you're at a loss for what else to say at this point. "In the flesh," they curtsey. "And you would be Power Core. But for how long, I wonder? Or how long will you choose not to be?" Oh boy, you don't like that phrasing. Not that it gives the idea that they're dishonest or perverted, no, but the idea that they're pretentious enough to speak like that on anything but a stage. Or more worrying yet, that they'd bring up that old Shakespeare quote about "all life's a stage" and so on. Now that you think of that phrase though, you can absolutely see them leading into that one, just for this bit in particular. "Probably just for the night, or maybe a full day, if we're figuring that much out right now." "To the point! I can appreciate that." They lead you deeper into their apartment. "Of course, you must understand, we still have a bit more to discuss before we reach the 'fun part' of the evening." You've barely reached to your pocket, before they raise their hand to halt you. "I have no need for payment for my service! To see the gratitude in my clientelle, or at least to see their change, is more than enough payment to demonstrate my powers to them. I work to the benefit of the people." "So not unlike a superhero would do," you muse. "It's a shame, though: I don't think my agency would cover your services in the same way they would mine." They giggle at that. "You flatter me, young man. Now, perhaps we should discuss what service you're looking for? As I told you before, I can transform your mind, or your body, though not both at the same time. Though I imagine you're more interested in having your (if:$morphtxt is 1)[body](else-if:$morphtxt is 2)[mind] changed, I feel it's only right I offer the other, as well." You have a few ideas in mind... And if it's only for a day, it's pretty fortunate that tomorrow is your day off. (if:$morphtxt is 1)[[[Make my dick bigger!->MorphB Big Dick]] [[Make my dick smaller!->MorphB Small Dick]] [[Turn my dick into a pussy!->MorphB Vagina]] [[Turn me into a top!->MorphA Top]] [[Make me think I'm a dog!->MorphA Dog]]]\ \(else-if:$morphtxt is 2)[[[Turn me into a top!->MorphA Top]] [[Make me think I'm a dog!->MorphA Dog]] [[Make my dick bigger!->MorphB Big Dick]] [[Make my dick smaller!->MorphB Small Dick]] [[Turn my dick into a pussy!->MorphB Vagina]]] [[Make me more submissive! -> Morph Sub]]

{(set:$blur = (text-style: "blur")) (set:$blurrier = (text-style: "blurrier")) }It's strange, but even as you see their lips move, you're having trouble actually hearing what they're saying. Morph-eus' words seem to just sink into your head without any effort. It takes a while for you to even realize why this might be a problem. Still, the sound of their voice is making you feel so at ease... It's hard to keep your eyes open. You think you hear something about a countdown, but your brain struggles to put the words together properly. Something about "making sure you're on time with my count" or something...? Maybe they're more mad about you being late than you realized. Suddenly, they count down, and the numbers echo loud, even as you feel yourself fade. Five... (text-color:(rgb:255,255,255,0.8))+$blur[Four...] (text-color:(rgb:255,255,255,0.6))+$blur[Three...] (text-color:(rgb:255,255,255,0.4))+$blurrier[Two...] (text-color:(rgb:255,255,255,0.2))+$blurrier[One...]

As expected, you're a little late in arriving to the building. It's a bit frustrating, but you're hoping that Morph-eus won't hold it too much against you. After all, 10 or 15 minutes behind schedule is nothing for most people. You enter the building and find the apartment with ease, and for just a moment, question whether this is a prank or not. When you knock on the door, you're greeted by a soft and sultry voice. "Come in, darling, the door's open." Upon entering the apartment, you can see the decor is ethereal in its placement, or that seems to be the angle Morph-eus was aiming for: several walls are painted with maps of constellations, and part of the ceiling has continuations of such markers. Better than stucco, at least. The furniture's fabric had to be designed with a complicated gradient of colours, namely one that you would never expect someone to willingly make by hand, not without a generous commission. You remove your boots as you enter further. "This is quite the place you have here," you remark. "Sorry I was a bit late; got caught up with work." "Oh, don't worry yourself over that," they giggle, as they finally enter the main room. They have long lavender bangs covering the right half of their face, with the left side of their head almost completely shaved. The colour growing out - maybe the lighting was playing with your eyesight - appears to be a deeper violet. Their lashes appear thick enough that they likely applied mascara, though they could be naturally thick; your own are pretty thick too. In truth, it's just one detail after another that leaves you uncertain; their appearance is mystifying, but every fantastic element lends itself to a gorgeous portrait, painted as if from a dream. Given their name, you honestly wish your end description wasn't so on-the-nose. "Morph-eus, right?" As if you need to confirm that now, but you're at a loss for what else to say at this point. "In the flesh," they curtsey. "And you would be Power Core. But for how long, I wonder?" Oh boy, you don't like that phrasing. There's an air of pretension in it, no doubt, but something didn't strike you the right way about it. Their statement seemed to imply an intent to change you fundamentally, if you didn't know any better. "Hopefully for a good while longer, honestly. I'm hoping to stay on the career path of superhero for a few decades, if I can manage." "Well, I'm sure you'd manage that just fine as you are now." They lead you deeper into their apartment. "Of course, you came here for a change, did you not? Perhaps we should discuss that in more detail." You've barely reached to your pocket, before they raise their hand to halt you. "I have no need for payment for my service! To see the gratitude in my clientelle, or at least to see their change, is more than enough payment to demonstrate my powers to them. I work to the benefit of the people." "So not unlike a superhero would do," you muse. "It's a shame, though: I don't think my agency would cover your services in the same way they would mine." They giggle at that. "I would hardly consider myself a hero, young man. Now, perhaps we should discuss what service you're looking for?" You have a few ideas in mind... But something about this whole discussion is throwing you off... Perhaps it's too late to just walk out, but you should be mindful of your choice, at the very least. (if:$morphtxt is 1)[[[Make my dick bigger!->MorphB Big Dick]] [[Make my dick smaller!->MorphB Small Dick]] [[Turn my dick into a pussy!->MorphB Vagina]] [[Turn me into a top!->MorphA Top]] [[Make me think I'm a dog!->MorphA Dog]]]\ \(else-if:$morphtxt is 2)[[[Turn me into a top!->MorphA Top]] [[Make me think I'm a dog!->MorphA Dog]] [[Make my dick bigger!->MorphB Big Dick]] [[Make my dick smaller!->MorphB Small Dick]] [[Turn my dick into a pussy!->MorphB Vagina]]] [[Make me more submissive! -> Morph Sub]]

You check around the piers for a little while, to no avail. There really isn't anything going on around here? Not even an off-the-books drug or weapon deal? You do spot a dealer hooking up a guy with some weed, but... well, it's //weed!// You're not a fuckin' narc! Let a bitch get his buzz! You're pretty sure they spot you, and you just give them a nervous wave as you waltz to the other side of one of the nearby warehouses. Well, if the city's this quiet tonight, you can justify taking a break. You grab a slice from a local pizzeria along the waterfront. It's one of the few places that's not too quick to accept flashing your hero agency ID card as payment, which is fair enough: a slice with a coke is only $5! You still tip them a $10 on your way out. You trot down the boardwalk as you eat, doing your best to admire the view of the waterfront, in spite of the darkness of night blanketing the city. {(if:$BallGuy < 2)[(set:_daysLeft to 2 - $BallGuy)You do see an odd pamphlet pinned to one of the boards along the pier, though. It seems to have a mascot of a little man with a red-and-white head and a cute smile. Grey baseball cap, red polo shirt, grey shorts, and his skin is all white like it's a bodysuit. It's all adorable and all, but there's a message that reads a bit weird at the bottom: "Come back in _daysLeft runs for a fun time!" What the hell...? You take a moment to ponder your existence after that absurd message before moving on.] (else-if:$BallGuy is 2)[You do see an odd pamphlet pinned to one of the boards along the pier, though. It seems to have a mascot of a little man with a red-and-white head and a cute smile. Grey baseball cap, red polo shirt, grey shorts, and his skin is all white like it's a bodysuit. As you remark on how cute the design is, you spot someone gazing at you from a distance. Their head is... abnormally big, if their silhouette is any clue, but you think they're beckoning you toward them? Against your usual instincts, [[you kind of want to follow them.->Ball Guy Secret End]]]} You check your phone again for the time: 23:36.(if:$M is 2)[(set:$M to 3) Oh fuck. You didn't even text Morph-eus, and you're this late!? They're going to be pissed, for sure.](if:$East is 1)[ You can still try that other lead you got earlier in the night.](if:$BD >= 1 or $buff is 1)[ Of course, you do have Brain Drain's invitation to consider. He should be back at the usual spot by now.](if:$eu is 1)[ There's also Discovery's proposal to consider.](if:$V is 2)[ Vortex is probably back at his place by now.] (display:"Dom Tree") (display:"Morph Tree") (if:$V is 2)[[[Head to Vortex's place->Vortex Home]]]\ \(if:$eu is 1)[[[Head to Discovery's place->Discovery Start]]] (if:$BD >= 1 or $buff is 1)[[[Head to Brain Drain's warehouse->BD Meeting]]] (if:$M is 0 and $Dom is 0 and $V is 0 and $eu is 0 and $BD is 0 and $buff is 0 and $BallGuy < 2)[[[Just continue your patrol->Null End]]]

The downtown is bustling, even at this hour of night. For that reason, it's safe to assume nothing major's going to happen here. Given how little's been going on tonight, you can afford a break here. (if:$BD is 3)[(set: $BD to 4)Stopping off at a diner, you meet up with Brain Drain again. "Oh, whoa, PC," he exclaims on your arrival, "how do we keep running into each other like this?" "You'd think someone had this planned out or something," you tease. Of course, it's pretty obvious neither of you //could// plan this out, he still blushes profusely over it. You spend some time at the bar chatting it up over burgers and fries. As your order arrives, you see him reach to his pockets. "Hey now, you don't have to pay for this, y'know." "Oh, don't be like that," he remarks. "It's the least I can do, given--" "No, dude," you cut him off, and pull out an ID card. "I can get meals for free; the superhero agency pays for it." His blush had barely retreated earlier, just to return in an instant. "Seriously? They pay for that stuff, and you still can't get any better than that dingy apartment?" You both laugh over that one. You can't help but feel as if the benefits your agency gives you are a bit all over the place, now that he mentions it. It's easy to shrug and accept the benefits they do give you, but they don't even give you dental! You spend nearly an hour in the diner together, until he stands up. "Well, I gotta head out. I've gotta meet up with a special someone soon." He gives you a wink, or at least you assume that's what he does, under those ridiculous glasses. You return it, and it's only so much easier to tell, since your mask is specifically designed to mimic your facial expressions beneath it somehow. You still don't understand how that works. In any case, he drops a $20 bill in the tip jar as he leaves. You leave just a bit after him, dropping $10 of your own.]\ \(else:)[You stop off at a local street meat stand, flashing your hero agency ID card. In a few minutes, the vendor passes you a fresh hot dog and a coke. You throw a $10 tip into the jar, dress the hot dog with some onions and bbq sauce, and take a seat in a parkette a block down. The night's been quiet enough, so taking your time with the break doesn't feel out of place. Besides, you're never the sole superhero on patrol, and even if you were, the cops have to at least //pretend// protecting and serving is their job.] You check your phone again for the time: 23:36.(if:$M is 2)[(set:$M to 3) Oh fuck. You didn't even text Morph-eus, and you're this late!? They're going to be pissed, for sure.](if:$East is 1)[ You can still try that other lead you got earlier in the night.](if:$BD is 4)[ At this point, though, you can't really fathom ghosting Brain Drain, can you?](else-if:$BD >= 1 or $buff is 1)[ Of course, you do have Brain Drain's invitation to consider. He should be back at the usual spot by now.] (display:"Dom Tree") (display:"Morph Tree") (if:$V is 1)[[[Head to Vortex's place->Vortex Home]]] (if:$BD >= 1 or $buff is 1)[[[Head to Brain Drain's warehouse->BD Meeting]]] (if:$M is 0 and $Dom is 0 and $V is 0 and $eu is 0 and $BD is 0 and $buff is 0 and $BallGuy < 2)[[[Just continue your patrol->Null End]]]

(set:$buff to 2)You look back at the big guy at the door. "Well, I'm down to give him a ride if he's game." You may not be able to see his eyebrows, but you're fairly certain Brain Drain just tossed both of them up when he heard that. "Damn, you were serious about that, huh? Well, alright, but I did warn you earlier: the guy's huge in a //lot// of ways. Don't get him too riled up; if he gets too rough with you, you might not recover." He calls Buff into the room, who jogs in excitedly. He lowers down his arm for Brain Drain to climb up onto his shoulder. The short man bumps his head on the ceiling on his way up, but shakes it off. "Alright, so Buff, got some good news for you tonight!" He points down at you. "This guy here? The guy we met on the street today? He said he wants to give you a good time! You know what that means, right?" "Um... I get to put my dick in him, right?" His voice isn't very booming, or even deep. For a man of his stature, his voice is actually kind of high pitched and gentle. He almost comes across as a countertenor kind of pitch. "That's right, big guy!" Brain Drain pets his head. You're not certain if it was the petting or the good news, but he definitely seems excited. There's an imprint running down his left leg. He can't even be half-hard, and it's at least eight inches! "So, remember, you gotta take it easy with guys his size, okay?" "You got it, boss! I'll be good!" With that, he helps Brain Drain down, and he gives you a big smile. He has an aura like a giant golden retriever. You almost feel guilty for wanting to ride him like a bull, but then again, how can you reject such a pure and beaming smile? Brain Drain is halfway out the door, when he shouts back, "I'm gonna be out for half an hour, so take good care of him until then!" You're not entirely sure which of you he's shouting to, but you know you'll be doing just that. Your excitement overtakes your patience, and you start pulling up your top. Buff sees this, and does the same with his own. Soon, you're in the nude with all but your mask on the floor, and Buff is just taking down his trousers; he took a second or two to get past his belt and fly. Holy shit. Holy shit. //Holy shit.// All your discretion is worthless, as you almost lose your balance when his pants fall low enough to reveal his member. You wager-- no, you sincerely //hope// - that he's fully hard, because his length is more than halfway out of his boxer's leg, and his cockhead is maybe a couple inches or so from reaching his knees. It's easily over a foot in length - it's probably a foot and a //half// - and you haven't even considered the girth of it! It might be thicker than your thi-- no, maybe not that thick; your thighs are pretty big, but maybe thicker than your upper arm! He probably sees the shock in your face - how can you hope to hide it? - and reaches a hand out. "Are you okay? Am I too big?" He's either smarter than you've been led to believe, or he's done this song and dance a few times over. "Y-yeah, I'm fine," you stutter out. "Just got caught a little off-guard, is all." You're salivating, though. You know you want to take that massive tool, for better or for worse, but you //definitely// need to warm up to it. As he pulls down his boxers, you look at the rest of his body. His name couldn't be more apt: the man is a mountain of muscle and fat in all the right places. He doesn't have much muscle definition, but where it exists, there's a tremendous bulge of meat on both sides of the dimples. His arms, especially, are really well toned, and so big you could probably give one a bear hug. Across his chest sit two tremendous pecs, with a healthy helping of fuzzy body hair between them, and two nipples the size of your eyes, perked and erect. His balls don't hang as low as his cock did, but they're nothing to scoff at, either. They're each about the size of a basketball, and they hang almost halfway down to his knees. Although you can't see it - as Buff is faced forward to you - you can't help but recall those glorious glutes of his, and how they danced as he trotted away. Well, there's no doubt you're hard as a rock right now. Buff is looking at you expectantly, with a polite smile stretching from cheek to cheek. There is literally no way you can take that rod between his legs just yet, physically //or// mentally. It's better you start with some foreplay, and you have the lion's share of what to play with. [[Play with his ass->Buff Ass Worship]] [[Play with his chest->Buff Tiddy Worship]] [[Play with his balls->Buff Ball Worship]] [[Just skip to the fucking!->Buff Rough]]

Midnight comes around, and you make your way to an abandoned warehouse near the docks. It's quiet enough around the area, but what you're looking for is inside the warehouse. It's a familiar scene for you: the warehouse is nearly emptied out, with some of its old machinery in place. There's a light on in the foreman's office, and that's where you spy Brain Drain's silhouette in the window. You make your way up to the office, climbing the nearest ladder. (if:$BD is 4)[Brain Drain looks up right away, and his excitement seems hard for him to mask. "Hey, what's up! Glad to see you could make it!" As if there was any doubt you'd show... "What, did you think I was gonna let you down for once?" He chuckles. There's something actually kind of cute about the sound of it. "I mean, you're a busy guy! You were running all around the city today, after all!" "Not too busy for you." You only take in just how flirty that sounds after it starts to leave your mouth, so you give him your best smirk. He's almost beaming, and there's a clear blush on his face now. He's starting to look sheepish. "W-well, anyway," he stutters. "What's it gonna be tonight, big guy?"]\ \(else-if:$V is 2)[Just behind you, Vortex pipes up: "So do you meet with this guy regularly here...? I know it's rough finding a guy who can host at his place, but do neither of you have anything better than a sketchy warehouse?" "Beats getting noise complaints," you hear a voice retort. You look to the office to find Brain Drain smirking at you as the two of you approach. "This freak gets pretty loud if I don't get my cock down his throat~! 'Course, I didn't expect him to get so thirsty, he needed to ACTUALLY bring a third tonight!" You grimace, but clearly that remark got a polite chuckle from Vortex. You speed through an introduction between the two before Brain Drain pauses you in the middle of your incoming explanation: "So you two are lookin' for a third, to sate this kinky bitch's 'flavorful' demands?" He eyes you, smirk growing as he speaks. You sigh, "I mean, you're half-right, at least..." Vortex, however, has had his interests piqued. "So what kind of 'flavorful' demands are we talking about here...?" Brain Drain throws a hand onto your shoulder and gives it a light shake. "Well, if PC here isn't too embarrassed to show, maybe we could give you a demonstration of how we like to start our nights?" You can't really make eye contact with someone wearing such obscuring glasses, but his grin gives all away: he knows there's just about no chance of you rejecting this. And to be fair, Vortex is already comfortably seated on one end of the bed.]\ \(else-if:$buff is 1)[Just outside of the foreman's office, you can see Buff standing guard. You give him a wave as you enter, and he lights up, returning your wave eagerly. The man may tower over you, but he looks more like a puppy right now. Brain Drain gives you a smirk as you enter. "I think Buff's taking a liking to you, man!" "You're sure he doesn't act like that with everyone," you tease. "I know a few dog owners love to use that line with a bit of 'he never acts like this around most people' peppered in, just to be nice." He gives that a hearty chuckle. "Yeah, you're right, he's super friendly, but especially to people who are friendly to him!" He adjusts his collar quickly. "Anyway, let's move on to tonight's business: What're you thinking you're in the mood for?"]\ \(else:)[Brain Drain glances up as he sees you enter. "Hey man, glad you came! Thought you might just stay on patrol tonight!" You shrug, "I considered it for a bit, but tonight's super quiet. It's not a big deal if I'm relaxing today." He gives that a dry chuckle. "Well, maybe you and I should make some noise, then! What're you in the mood for tonight?"] {(if:$V is 2)[ (if:$Domtxt is 1)[[[Let's do this!->BD Failed Bad End]]] (else:)[[[Let's do this!->BD Vortex End]]] ] }(else-if:$Domtxt is 1)[[[Just the usual, please->BD Bad End]] [[Take my thoughts away for good->BD Bad End]] (if:$buff is 1)[[[Fuck Buff->BD Bad End]]]]\ \(else:)[ [[Just the usual, please->BD Temp Brain Draining]] [[Take my thoughts away for good->BD Perm Brain Draining]] (if:$buff is 1)[(if:$dogSecret is 2)[[[Fuck Buff->Buff Dog Secret]]]\ \(else:)[[[Fuck Buff->Buff Start]]]] (if:$BD is 4)[[[I wanna try something new->BD Good End]]] ]

You grab Brain Drain by the shoulders and toss him onto the mattress, pinning him down there. That definitely caught him by surprise, if his dropped jaw is any clue. "How about we try something different?" You're leaning in pretty close, when he collects himself and gives you a wily smile back. "Oh don't try and tell me you're gonna top me all of a sudden!" He turns the tables, and you find yourself thrown onto the mattress back-first, with him above you. You hardly tried to stop him, and you're not stopping what comes next, either. It's by this point that either one of you realizes how close the other is leaning in, and before you have any time to react, your bodies make the decision for you. Your lips are pressed hard against one another, your tongues working against one another in your locked mouths. The heat and intimacy of it all is getting you wildly aroused. You give him a bit of a push with your tongue, for him to return tenfold. He's getting aggressive, and you let him get as aggressive as he likes. He might as well be fucking your mouth with his tongue. He pulls back for a breath, eventually. It doesn't last too long; you've only just caught your breath before he's back on top of you and pushing his tongue deep inside. You're a little more accustomed to the feeling now, so you get more daring. Your leg pulls up between his, and you nudge at his crotch with your knee. He rubs against your leg as it pushes against his package. One of his hands are against the back of your head now, the other working down the side of your waist. You do your best to get your hands down under his shirt and coat, and wrap one around his back as the other runs up his side, sliding up his shirt as far as you can. His hand grazes your ass, and that really sets you off. You push yourself back into his hand, though you might just be crushing it against the mattress... Either way, you want more of him on you. It's hard to get enough. He pulls his hands back, and your lips part again. You watch as he pulls his coat and shirt all the way off. He hadn't taken off his glasses before-hand, so you can't be surprised to see the comically sized specs fall onto the bed as his shirt lifts over his head. Well, if he's gonna be 'unmasked,' you might as well return the favor. You whip your mask back and off your head while his view is still obscured by his shirt, and move on to getting your own top off. As your top passes all the way past your head, you look Jordan in the eyes for the first time. His eyes are a vibrant green, less hazel than yours. They match his usual outfit pretty well. You spend a good while just gazing into each others' eyes, before your mouths are pressed against one another again. --- You don't actually fuck that night, to the surprise of both parties. It does seem like your relationship with Jordan has definitely intensified, though. You see him a lot more often, not just at the warehouse or randomly on the street, but you spend a few nights at his apartment, doing whatever comes to mind. He's actually a bit less kinky than you thought, as he's more interested in just getting close and pounding into you than anything, but he's more than happy to indulge a few of your own kinks here and there. Chastity was an easy one; your hole was still open access for him for the week that you had your dick caged up, and it ended up being an experimental run in finding new ways to cum without having to fiddle with your bits. There was definitely a huge arousal inside you by the end of the week, but it felt less like being 'pent up' and looking for release by that point, and more like you were just perpetually aroused and ready to have some fun. "Well, if that's the case," Jordan muses, "how about we play around with that a bit, now that you're out?" His ray gun is out, and you can tell he's got something devious in mind. You can't hold back your beaming smile when he explains what he had in mind, and are practically begging him to do it to you. It takes barely a second, but soon enough your head is empty and you're left giggling to yourself. "Hahah..." You can't help but feel... horny. Super horny. You thought you were horny before you lost your thoughts, but you forgot all about not needing release, and you've never felt so needy in your life. "Fuck... Gotta fuck..." Not that you knew how to do that, at this point. Jordan drained your brain to the point where you had no idea how to sexually please yourself. Now you're just stuck sitting on the bed with a raging hardon, and no idea how to deal with it. Jordan tackles you down onto the pillow, and goes to town, smooching every inch of your face, neck, and naked torso. "God, you're just //adorable// like this, so needy and empty-headed..." He's really gotten used to this more playful intimacy, but to your stupified mind, this teasing is driving you more wild than it would any other time. You're leaking precum like mad! More than you ever would have before getting in or out of that cage! At this point, he knows the secret code to your pleasure. He gets his mouth closer and closer to your chest. You can feel his breath on your areola. He inches close as he can get, before he finally gives your nipple a little smooch. You yelp. Another one, and you gasp. He starts to suckle gently on your chest, and you're panting. His hand starts fiddling with your other nipple, and you're losing your mind-- well, maybe it's a bit late to lose that, actually, but you're going wild! You feel the pressure build up in your crotch, and it never felt so good to feel your orgasm approach like it does right now. You're nearly screaming in pleasure, and you haven't cum yet! Jordan, who is halfway desperate to kiss you right now, and halfway worried about noise complaints, throws his mouth onto yours, and you're left moaning hard as his tongue wrestles and dominates your own. Your orgasm hits you like a freight train, at last, and your seed shoots out your cock, launching a meter in the air, at least! Your jizz splatters on your tummy quite a bit, but Jordan's back also gets a decent helping of your white hot pleasure splashed onto it. Neither of you care right now. You're too busy making out like wild animals. Your smarts are already coming back to you as he pulls away and just snuggles close to your face. "Sounds like you had a lot of fun with that, champ!" You both laugh it up, but you can't help but feel horny still, and after an explosion like that, you don't feel the least bit like jerking off now. Thankfully, //someone// is sporting quite the erection right now, and probably is looking to have his own fun at this point. "Day's not over yet, big guy~" You rub your ass against his meat. The life of a superhero comes with its ups and downs. Sometimes, you feel like you're on top of the world, and others, you feel like you hit rock bottom. You haven't hit rock bottom in a long while, even if someone's gotten you to be his bottom full-time. **//Brain Drain Good Ending//** (set:$BDSecret to 1) (display: "Ending")

Dom wastes no time in getting you equipped and ready to serve him. The collar is barely around your neck when he whips around and grabs you a harness and a leash. You can't exactly get your top off comfortably, now that the leather collar is covering up the shirt collar, but the harness is mostly there for the look either way. Plus, you have to admit, your hero uniform wouldn't exactly look out of place in a sex club. Your mind starts to wander down that line of thought and how superhero outfits are oddly sexual in their design, but only for a minute or so before you feel the collar tug you forward. Dom got the leash on while you weren't paying attention, apparently. "Eyes up, hero," he demands. "You have a job to do." You haven't taken off even an inch of your clothing, but he seems pretty prepared to have his fun already...? Something tells you he's only got one person's pleasure in mind, and if you're being honest with yourself, that's just getting you hornier. "Yes sir!" Your reply is eager, but then you realize you weren't exactly paying attention to what he was yanking your collar for in the first place. You take a look at his posture. Relaxed, legs slightly bent, his crotch is pushed ever so slightly forward. Maybe he just wants you to get right to business on his dick? You start lowering yourself to your knees, until the collar yanks back up, carrying you with it. Maybe not his dick, after all. He brings his lips to yours, and quite quickly forces his tongue inside your mouth. You don't resist him much, and just let him have his fun. The force of his tongue lashing inside your mouth, wrestling down your tongue whenever it gets in his way... He's very intent on asserting his dominance as soon as he can. You feel his free hand grope at your bulge below. There's no intent to pleasure you, you can tell; all he wants is to grip it and fondle it how he desires. He's doing his best to tell you he owns you right now. And you're into it. Soon, his tongue retreats back, and your lips separate from his. "That's a good boy, just submitting to his master." A playful tug on the leash. His hand leaves your crotch and works over your suit. It's a shame, but you can't feel much pleasure off him teasing you through your suit, even as his thumb grazes right over your nipple. His grip firms against your shoulder and pushes you to your knees, and you're left facing his groin, where a tent is pitched in his dress pants. "I know you're eager to get a taste," he teases you, "so don't keep me waiting." "Yes sir," you reply. Though, before your hands can even reach his belt, there's a tug on your leash again. "Let's see you do it with your teeth." You glance at the buckle for a second, before looking back up to him with a grimace. He chuckles back down to you. "Alright, fine, but just the belt and my fly right now." You comply, unbuckling his belt and pulling down the zipper, revealing the tent in his boxers. You gaze up at his face as you kiss and nuzzle the bulging fabric. He certainly seems pleased. You can faintly smell the musk of his meat through the boxers, and it's just turning you on more. You can feel the strain in your underwear, and can tell you're probably sporting a bit of a tent yourself. "That's enough; you can pull down those boxers now." You don't even bother reaching up with your hands this time. You do your best to grip the waistband between your teeth, and while it's a clumsy effort, the boxers follow your efforts. His cock nearly frees itself from its confines as you tug the waistband open. As it bounces free, you open your mouth to release the fabric, and with a zest for his flavour, your mouth dives onto his cockhead. "Well," he remarks, "you're certainly thirsty, aren't you, boy?" You merely mumble a 'yes sir' while you fill your mouth with his rod. He'll probably tug on the leash for that, is your first thought. He instead rests his hand on your head, and guides you on his shaft. Maybe he's relishing in a partner that actually //wants// to suck his cock... As ugly a reminder that is of his usual work, you're too horny to stop yourself from working your tongue on his shaft. Suddenly, the real answer comes to you, in more ways than one. You feel his grip tighten on the back of your head, and he shoves you hard down his shaft. You barely get time to get accustomed to having his cock deep in your throat, when you hear him groaning above you, and a warmth surge down your gullet. He's coming already!? You feel yourself gag a bit, but you don't give him any conscious resistance; you're more than content to swallow his load like this. It's just as you start to feel light-headed, that his grip lets loose, and he pulls his dick, already softening, out of your mouth. "Excellent work, boy! It takes a lot of work to get your master to cum that fast!" He's applauding your efforts, but you're pretty sure he was just pent up, if he really came //that// fast. "Thank you, sir." You start to stand up, and for just half a second, you hesitate, in case he tugs the leash. Instead, he disconnects the leash as you're rising. "So... You're done for the night already...?" "I don't have the same stamina I used to, hero," he says. "I will admit it's been a spell since I've properly unloaded, though. I appreciate the help, there." You take a moment to consider your next words, as he unbuckles your collar. "Well, if you need someone to get you off - I mean, someone who might actually //want// to get you off - just give me a shout, I guess. I know you make a living off of being a hitman of sorts, but I mean, if getting you off keeps you from getting any extra folks involved..." "Oh no, don't worry about that," he assures you. "I don't get into binding and caging people like that unless it's //business//. Speaking of which, I do have a record of the man I used to invite you here, and all the crimes he confessed to..." "Nnnno thanks," you reply. "I'm pretty sure a record gained through your methods is inadmissable in court, to say the least..." //**Dominic Cage Bondage Ending**// (display: "Ending")

You stir out of bed. The left side of your back aches, just around the end of your ribcage. The usual aches. You already dealt with this ache yesterday, so you were hoping today would be better, but it should peter out throughout the day. You remember what happened last night, and what was supposed to have changed. That's right, you've got a chance to figure out what it's like to be a top now. You wager there's one way to test if that worked, as your hand reaches down to your crotch. You don't even get the chance, as your phone buzzes underneath your pillow. $txt+$to_me[ **Unknown Number**] $txt+$to_me[hi! this is vortex, from the hero meeting a week or two ago!] $txt+$to_me[we traded numbers back then; i wanted to know if you were up for something tonight?] You vaguely remember having met the man. He's another small-time hero for another part of the city. His superpower...? You can't remember off the top of your head, but you know he //has// one. You thought he was pretty cute back then, but you realized that both of you were bottoms, so you didn't end up doing anything. Of course, now that //you're// a top for a little bit... $txt+$from_me[ **You**] $txt+$from_me[sure thing, dude. wanna meet up first?] He agrees to meet up at one of the restaurants near your place. He arrives in his uniform, a violet and blue suit with yellow accents. You don't really have room to give him shit for it, since you did the same. He seems to have a facemask that extends from his collar, but he has it off and lying around his neck like a handkerchief. You take the time to acquaint yourselves further as you eat - or at least while you eat. You don't have any problems with ordering a fairly hearty meal, but Vortex is keeping things sparse and simple. You notice he's barely touched his meal, so you both know what's coming later. You both arrive back at your place. You don't exactly have much furniture to rest on, but he's quick to find his way to your bed. He gives you a wily grin, which you return. Time to jump right into the fun part! You hop on top of him and start to pull off your uniform, top first. You feel his lips kiss your belly and chest as you undress. He's getting you pretty hard already. "You mind if I keep my mask on," you ask. Vortex nods, and takes a moment to undress himself. Soon both of you are down to your underwear - aside from your mask - and you spend a good few minutes feeling each other up. You turn him around on the bed, and start to lower his briefs. His cheeks bounce out as the waistband slips over them. They almost look bigger now that they're freed from the fabric covering them. You tease his pucker with your tongue, licking and kissing around his hole until it starts to give way to you, and you slip inside. His moans are turning you on more as you eat him out. You let one of your hands slip down to his dick, before you feel his grip on your wrist. "Just give it to me, dude," he insists. "Don't worry about my dick; I'll get off just fine with you inside me." You raise an eyebrow, but you certainly don't complain. You want to try and enjoy the top experience as much as possible for yourself. You pull down your trunks to reveal your towering rod, shooting out and standing tall the moment your underwear gets low enough. You rub and tease his vortex some more with your shaft. He moves and wiggles around, trying to get your head in his hole himself, but you're not about to give it to him just yet. "Damn, you really want my power core in your vortex, huh?" ... Wait, what the fuck did you just say...? Even as it comes out of your mouth, you realize just how stupid it sounds. He snorts in response. What a fucking embarrassing line. You're not sure //what// possessed you to say that, but hell, he doesn't seem to reject you over it, so... "Okay, so how about I just fuck your brains out, so we can both pretend I didn't just say that?" "Hurry up and give me your 'power core,' then," he teases. You don't take any time to warm him up to your girth and give him as much of your length as you can manage in one thrust. There's a hint of pain in his moaning. You practically feel it in your own hole, as if you're still the one getting fucked. "Okay, okay, //sorry,// that was just really funny to hear in the moment!" You give him a few more thrusts - lighter ones than that first one - and let him relax around your cock. Eventually, you get impatient, and shove yourself a bit deeper. It takes a few thrusts, but you're all the way inside him, and damn, he still feels pretty tight! There's a chuckle in between his moans as you start to pick up your pace, so he's definitely enjoying //something.// Probably that dumb line, but fuck it, as long as you get to enjoy his ass, he can laugh it up as much as he likes right now. You start to jackhammer inside of him, and his gasps and shouts of pleasure start to pick up in turn, begging you to go at it harder between the occasional 'fuck me' or 'that's so good.' You're starting to worry he's getting too loud, but it sounds so hot in the moment that you don't care. You're probably being a bit loud yourself, as you're suddenly made aware of your own groans. It's hard to restrain yourself; he feels so damn good! You give his ass a few playful slaps as you ride him. Eventually, the pleasure reaches a climax for both of you. You hear his orgasmic moaning before you see his release below you. He's getting off to your dick, and your dick alone! Soon, you feel your own release building up, and you pound into him as hard as you can. He's really screaming now, but he's pleading for you not to stop. Soon, the pressure breaks the dam, and you unleash white hot pleasure in ropes inside him. You thrust and hold your cock inside him in time to your orgasm, filling him with your seed, until the pleasure starts to subside. As you pull out your softening tool, you see some of your cum drool out of his gaping hole, standing out strongly against his skin. "That was awesome..." You give one of his cheeks a kiss. "Gotta admit, it's kinda nice being a top for once." "Yeah? What changed? I thought you were a 'ride or die' kind of bottom?" "Just got someone to help me get over the usual mental hurdles, is all." You definitely feel like Morph-eus' little transformation was a success. You're almost a bit sad that it'll be over tomorrow. You ponder that, and then grip your dick, giving it a few rubs. "Wanna go another round?" //**Morph-eus Temporary Top Ending**// (display: "Ending")

(set:$blurrier = (text-style: "blurrier"))You wake up in your bed and look around. Master's apartment always seems so spacious, but you take note that you feel pretty tall today. You look to the ground to realize you're not at all in your bed, but on the couch! It's comfy, at least, so it's not a big deal to you. You hop off of it onto the ground, since you figure Master will give you a hard time if you don't. Master may be fairly nice, but you're not a big fan of being called a bad dog. "Hey boy!" Your ears perk up, as you look toward the door. You run up to Master, with a fairly goofy smile beaming on your face already. You nuzzle the top of your head into his hand right away, and let him pet you to his heart's content. He coos and coddles you for a few minutes, before walking over to the kitchen. You spend most of the time close to his legs as he cooks. "$blurrier[I know I'm supposed to just treat you like a dog all day, but I bet you'd still want a taste of this sick breakfast, wouldn't ya,] boy?" Yeah, you didn't get a word of that, but Master was definitely talking to you there. Maybe if you give him a nice nod, he'll call you a good boy? He scoffs a bit, and pets your head. That's pretty swell, too! "$blurrier[Didn't get a word of that, did you? What a little goofball!]" He finishes cooking, and rests two plates full of food on the countertop nearby. You hop up to look at it, holding yourself up on your front paws. Some scrambled eggs, along with some bacon... //looking// meat; the shape looks more like that chicken substitute bacon. Admittedly, that's always tasted better than regular bacon. You're very tempted to just dive into the plate, but Master would probably give you an earful for it. "$blurrier[Well, what are you waiting for, bud?] Dig i-- //Wait!//" Your nose is practically in the eggs before you come to a grinding halt. He pulls the plate out from under your face and lies it carefully on the floor beside you. "Okay, //now// you can dig in!" You drop down and stuff your face quite literally. It's delicious! There's a moment when you ponder just why Master would let you eat people food instead of the kibble that most dogs do, but your imagination turns to the idea for just a moment before you're strangely grossed out by the prospect. Maybe you should count your blessings on this one. The day is spent almost exclusively in the apartment, with you and Master just fooling around and doing nothing. Eventually, though, he calls you over to him, unzipping his pants. "Hey boy, want a bone?" There's a wily grin on his face as he pulls out his bone. "$blurrier[Don't think I can keep staring at that ass all day without a little fun!] Suck it, boy." Now, you're a pretty smart dog. You know that's not an actual bone. That's his dick. And while part of your head is telling you that dogs sucking their human masters' dicks is probably some kind of wrong, there's another part of your mind telling you that you've been waiting for this all day, and there's no problem with //you// sucking Master's dick. Either way, you're a good boy, and you get your tongue and mouth all over his knob. He just tilts his head back and moans sweet nothings to you. Well, they're nothings to //you,// anyway. You feel your own rod start to stick out. You get the feeling you're going to be left pretty needy by the end of the day, but serving Master comes first right now. The rewards of your efforts come pretty quickly, and Master pulls your head in, shoving his length down your throat as he erupts hot white pleasure down your throat. He rubs your head as he cums, calling you a good boy all the while. It's almost enough to make you cum yourself. You both spend a minute cooling down, before he pats the seat next to him. "Come on, boy! Up here!" Well, if Master has no problem with you on the couch, then it's fine with you too! You hop up and curl up to him, resting your head in his lap. He just pets you and spends a bit of time talking to... you assume he's talking to you, but it's not like the words make any sense. "$blurrier[You're gonna have to tell me all about this tomorrow; I know being on your hands and knees all day was your own personal wet dream come to life!]" He laughs. You're so cozy in his lap, you let yourself doze off for a minute. You feel someone shaking your shoulder. You jolt awake. "Hey, don't fall asleep on me, boy!" That's Brain Drain's voice... Wait, you actually fell asleep. Shit. "You can stop calling me 'boy' now, actually." //**Morph-eus Temporary Dog Ending**// (display: "Ending")

if you're reading this, first of all why secondly i passed up on putting the monkey passages in because, in spite of wanting to throw in a more classic hypnosis element into the collection, i just got stumped on writing these, probably because i took them out of their classic hypno element? i dunno what left me uninspired on it, but if i ever decide to do a part two to this, i'll throw these back in and do 'em right, with whatever else i throw into the mix

You stir out of bed. The left side of your back aches, just around the end of your ribcage. Same as yesterday... At the very least, you can expect that ache to peter out through the day, but you quickly remember some important events that occurred yesterday, and decide to whip back your sheets to check something. Eight inches, and not even a half-chub. What the //fuck!?// It actually grew! Your shock must be written across your face right now, and your arousal starts to show as well. You'd like to claim you're not much of a size queen, but just seeing that third leg sitting in your lap is enough to get you going, and soon it starts to grow well beyond your expectations. You begin to help it along, fondling it with both your hands until it's standing over a foot above you. It's about as sensitive as usual, but the absurdity and eroticism of this scenario is more than enough to push yourself over the edge. You take a deep breath, expecting a tremendous downpour as you feel your release making its way up your tower. Soon, you're turned into a human fountain, as cum rockets out of your cock head, and spills down onto your naked chest and face. It takes a moment - and if you weren't already lightheaded, holding your breath to this point sure didn't help - but your rain of jizz calms, and the remainder of your ejaculate oozes from your tip. You breathe, at last. If you weren't so excited over this monstrous pillar, you'd have taken that masturbation session to the washroom, just to mitigate the mess. Oh well, hindsight is 20/20. One shower later, you realize you're in need of groceries. You suit up, but take a moment to look in the mirror, just to make sure that monster isn't sticking out //too// much. The bulge in your shorts is obnoxiously large, and you thank your padding that it doesn't have an obscene shape to match. You're tempted to just go out in your civvies for that reason alone, but you know no pair of sweat pants or anything else in your dresser would mask that titan much better. The supermarket is... less than pleasant. You end up getting a lot of looks from all parties. Quiet murmurs here, a barely-stifled exclaim there... Some folks are more daring. You swear you heard someone mention a fresh eggplant before laughing, but you were in the produce section, so that could've gone either way. Having all this attention on you and your crotch is anything but desirable, so you make a mental note //not// to go outside if ever you ask for a giant dick from Morph-eus again. Eventually, you come across someone else in uniform: a charming looking man around your age, with a pair of glasses and a facemask that extends from his turtlenecked costume. His colours are a mix of violet and blue, with yellow accents lining various parts of his suit. His emblem is a large, purple V over his heart, outlined in yellow. You vaguely recall meeting him at a hero gathering a few weeks back: Vortex, if you remember correctly. The two of you walk and talk, as you head home. You swear, every so often, that he takes a glance at your groin. He seems swell, regardless, but you get the idea he spoke to you for a reason. It's a shame that you'll likely have to decline him, given how cute he is. Eventually, he plays his hand: "So you're not doing anything tonight, right?" You sigh, "I'm... not, but I should probably tell you now that I'm a total bottom." He blinks, and then just laughs. "I should've figured. But you know, I should probably ask what all the padding's for, in that case?" "It's... not padding." "Of course it's padding," he remarks. "You were not that hung when we met at the gathering! Trust me, I'd remember a guy with that kind of bulge!" Suddenly, his eyes widen. "Actually, did you happen to talk to someone by the name of 'Morph-eus?'" "You know them, huh," you remark. "Yeah, you got me, I asked them to give me a big dick for a day! 'Course, I'm not sure how badly I'm gonna ask for that again, now that I've had a taste..." He chuckles at that. His laugh is pretty cute, actually. "Well, better you only got a one-day deal, then, huh? I ended up getting turned into a full-time bottom because my partner at the time wanted to top me once." "Seriously? That's kind of fucked up! Why'd they make it a permanent thing for you?" He shrugs. "I was 5 minutes late. That's literally the only thing I could've done to piss them off. I've been trying to get them to take it back since, but they're pretty stubborn about it." He leans in closer to you, smirking. "Still, if you're down to make the most out of this mammoth..." You don't end up 'making the most out of that mammoth,' as Vortex took one look at it hard, and adamantly refused taking that in any of his holes. Instead, you opt to ride a double-ended dildo of yours together, and afterward, you make a mental note to just... //not// ask for a giant cock again. //**Morph-eus Temporary Big Dick Ending**// (display: "Ending")

You stir out of bed. The left side of your back aches, just around the end of your ribcage. The usual aches. It's the same spot as yesterday too... If nothing else, it's a bit less apparent, so you'll be able to tackle the day without it bothering you much. You're still a bit drowsy, but you do start to recall yesterday's events, namely your meeting with Morph-eus. Curiosity takes you, and you peek under the covers to look at your groin. There it is. One look is all it takes to confirm everything: your cockhead is poking out from your pubic hair, with less than half of the usual length existing between it and your pelvis. It really did get smaller overnight! You can't help but wear a huge grin when you see it. Almost as if in response, you start to get hard. You fiddle with the rod with just your thumb and index finger until you're sure you're as hard as you'll get. It's just over three inches. You're ready to jerk it to completion - and maybe spend the rest of the day doing just that - until you hear your phone buzzing under your pillow. $txt+$to_me[ **Brain Drain**] $txt+$to_me[hey, come on down to the usual spot! i wanna have some fun >;P] You take a moment to ponder the invitation. You know for a fact that Brain Drain will happily tease you over this change if you give him the chance. You can feel your nub twitching in glee at the thought. He might be just the right person to see today, actually! $txt+$from_me[ **You**] $txt+$from_me[sure thing; i've got a little surprise to show you too!] Before you've even started clothing yourself, you take a moment just to observe your nude body. You haven't quite calmed down, so you're still at least half-hard, but given the length of your cock right now, you'd think it was just super cold in here. You're relishing in this so much. You take a moment to snap a few selfies, just to savour this change. Having such a cute little dick is more fun than you expected it to be, and you haven't even gotten to the best part of it! You arrive around 17:20, greeted by Brain Drain in the usual manner. "Hey, PC, how's it hanging? You said you got a little surprise for me?" He's smirking devilishly. "Yeah, lemme show you...!" You start taking off your clothes, mask exempt. You stop as you get to your trunks, making sure Brain Drain's eyes are on you and your crotch, and whip them down to reveal your package. "Ta-da!" His eyes go wide - or you certainly think that's how he's reacting under those glasses. "Whoa, holy shit! You really did mean a 'little' surprise, huh?" "Ha-hah," you fake a laugh. "Very cute, but yeah, I talked to a person called Morph-eus - you probably know them - and I asked them to shrink my dick for a day. Whattya think?" His grin is running from ear to ear. You can see a twitching in his pants. "I think you just gave me a brand new kink, dude! Get on the bed!" You toss yourself ass-first onto the mattress. You're not sure what he means by a 'brand new kink;' you're pretty sure he's always been into shaming guys for having smaller dicks than his, so how is this //new// to him? He barely gets his shirt off when he just dives face-first into your lap and starts tonguing your nub. You gasp, both in surprise and pleasure. His mouth on your tiny cock feels pretty damn good, but since when did he ever offer to give you head before this? "It's kind of funny," you pant. "I thought for sure you'd be teasing me endlessly over this, dude." "Oh don't worry," he confirms, "we're gonna get there. Right now, though? This shrimpy little sucker needs a suckin'!" He gets back to fellating you. You know you're not even close to his throat, but the energy he's putting into sucking you off is getting you real close to the edge. He must have seen it on your, face, because he starts to back off. "Now, you wanna see what a //real// cock looks like?" He wastes no time in pulling out his rod. It bobs and bounces as he whips it out; it's completely hard and might actually be just a smidge longer than usual. He puts his cock over yours and frots them together, running as much of his length as he comfortably can over your head. His dick completely dwarfs yours when they're pushed against one another. Fuck, you're so close to the edge. "You like it, right? Gotta admit, yours is a lot nicer to look at!" Wait, is this his idea of teasing you...? "Damn, you call that humiliation, dude? That sounded more like a compliment?" "Gotta work up to the big stuff, buddy," he says. "Big stuff like //this dick!//" He lifts you up by your legs and rubs his cockhead against your pucker. "I bet a tiny stiffie like yours would just slide right into a guy's hole, wouldn't it? But this guy takes real work!" In spite of that, he pushes as deep as he can in one thrust. It's a bit painful, for sure, if only because he didn't actually prep you for entry. He must be at least five inches deep right now. He starts thrusting in deeper, bit by bit. The whole time, you can't help but feel that his focus isn't on fucking your ass, but something else. You can feel his gaze on your crotch. By the time he starts getting into the rhythm of plowing you, he starts getting mouthier... you think. His humiliation is kind of lackluster: it's always some little observational detail like "look at that little thing bounce." Not only that, but it's usually followed up with some kind of wholesome remark, like, "it looks so damn cute, dancing around like that." The strangest part is that it's still definitely turning you on. Eventually, you feel an orgasm coming on, and your ass tightens around his thick meat. At least, you feel it tighten for half a second, before he pulls you out and leaves your ass feeling incredibly empty. You're left on the edge, until he shouts: "Hold on to that edge, dude, I gotta check this out!" You look up to see him positioning his hole over your tiny pecker, and with a little trial on his part, engulfing it whole in one take. His insides feel hot, and super tight. You can't hold back any longer, and almost immediately release inside of him. Rope after rope of cum jets out of your nub into his hole, and he strokes his long shaft into your face as it does. He gets tighter around your dick, and releases his own seed across your face and chest. "Fuck yeah, that puny dick feels //awesome!//" He sighs, content. You, meanwhile, have his cum glazing your face, and its salty taste on your lips. "So..." You stammer a bit. "You'll bottom for a tiny dick, huh?" "Yeah, that was a spur of the moment kind of thing," he explains, "but I couldn't stop imagining how nice that'd feel in my hole. I mean you look like you enjoy having this tool in you, but I couldn't do that shit! A dick like the one you got right now, though?" He lifts himself off your lap, letting your inchworm rest in your lap. "I'm just saying, I'll jump on a dick like this any day of the week, especially with all that bravado you were selling it with earlier!" "I'll keep that in mind, but," you glance away with a sheepish grin, "Before that, can we talk about your dirty talk?" **//Morph-eus Temporary Small Dick Ending//** [[But wait! There's //more!//->Small Dick Extend]] (display: "Ending")

You stir out of bed. The left side of your back aches, just around the end of your ribcage. Same as yesterday. It should be less of a bother later today, but you can't help but notice there's a distinct feeling of something missing. You vaguely recall yesterday's events, and lower your hand nervously to your groin. Where you'd usually find your dick, there's a clear absence of one, and instead, running lower down, you find a slit between your legs. You toss your sheets off you to observe closer, and you see your new parts on full display in front of you. The realization hits you hard, and your arousal lights up inside you. Your hand slips between your legs, and start rubbing your hole back and forth, working yourself over until you feel your digits dampen. Two of your fingers slip in with ease, and you gasp, as you continue to work your hole over and over again. You run your thumb back up your labia, and gently give your clit a few rubs. The pleasure courses through your crotch like electricity. It only takes a few minutes of pleasuring yourself before you feel your release approaching. Shit! You didn't prepare yourself at all for this! You cum hard, letting your release stain the sheets below you. Your hips quiver, with your fingers gripped tightly by your hole. You take a moment to observe your release. It's... definitely not semen. It's hard for you to wrap your mind around all this, even with all the evidence in front of you. That orgasm was too good for you to be dreaming it up, too. Perhaps a few more times to be sure? You're not sore, at least not like you would be right after jerking off your dick. You keep masturbating for another release or two, until you get a text. $txt+$to_me[ **Brain Drain**] $txt+$to_me[hey, come on down to the usual spot! i wanna have some fun >;P] You take a moment to ponder how he'll treat this transformation of yours, but you also realize this is a one-day change, and if you want to get the full experience, Brain Drain might just be the perfect person to get it from. You arrive around 17:20, greeted by Brain Drain in the usual manner. "Hey, PC, how's it hanging? Wanna just do some vanilla shit today?" The offer seems a little weird, especially given //your// circumstances, but right now, you're fine with just some casual fun. You both start taking off your clothes, mask and glasses exempt. Before you've even taken your underwear all the way off, Brain Drain gets oddly close and personal with your crotch. "Oh neat, so that's what it looks like..." You raise an eyebrow at his reaction. "Did you..." You blink, and realize. "You knew I got this from Morph-eus, didn't you? Did they text you or some shit?" "Yeah, they gave me a text last night, and told me all about it." He starts to run his tongue along the lips, and you shudder out a moan at his sudden actions. "I wanted to see what it's like to fuck a guy with one of these, and you asked them to give you one, so now it's a win-win, right?" You seat yourself on the bedside, and lead his head deeper into your lap, letting his tongue go to town on your bits. It's barely a minute before he pulls his head up, and he throws your legs up and onto the bed, spread apart. He hops in between them and pulls down his underwear, exposing his hard cock. "Alright, lemme take this slow, alright? I really wanna enjoy this." He works his cock over your hole a few times, before giving a gentle push inside of you. You're no stranger to being fucked, but taking it from the //front// feels like a whole new experience, and the excitement is overwhelming. He's barely inches inside you before you feel like you're on the edge of orgasm. You try your best to hold it back, and simultaneously relax your muscles to let him in deeper, but your body is quicker than your mind to realize the oxymoron within your efforts. You can't help but cum as his dick continues to make its way into your tightening walls. "Holy shit, already, dude?" His remark doesn't register, as you're still riding the wave, moaning in ecstasy. He continues his way inside you, ignoring your pleasure in search of his own. By the time you finally lower down, he's balls-deep in your pussy, and starting to get a rhythm in his thrusts. It doesn't hurt much; you don't even feel sore from the orgasm. Hell, you're already feeling another one building up as he picks up the pace. Your moans elevate over time, as his cock pounds your walls. Your orgasm comes swiftly, almost too fast for you to control. You feel yourself tighten around his rod, and in due time, you feel his rod pulse inside of you, unleashing his seed. It feels better than the first time, and neither of you lasted much longer than a couple of minutes! He pulls out after a minute, still panting. "I'd probably be more embarrassed about how quick that was," he remarks, "if you didn't cum so fast after I got inside you." You give him a sheepish chuckle. "What can I say? I got really wrapped up in it!" He glances down at your slit, as his cum oozes out gently. "You think we can do a few more rounds? Maybe a little kinkier, this time?" He pulls out his ray gun, and your response is written on your face. The next half hour breezes by, much as it would when you're too inebriated to understand the concept of time. He must have fucked you at least twice, when you started to come back around. The first thought that greets you is a bit ugly. "Hey, when I wake up tomorrow," you ponder out loud, "your cum's not still gonna be inside me like it would be in a uterus, would it? Could I get pregnant off of this?" The next morning gives you some kind of answer, as you wake up with your old package, plus a pool of semen - once caked on your taint and sack - drooling down onto the bed. You still spend the next couple of months anxious about the possibility, until you remember you haven't felt remotely sick once the entire time. //**Morph-eus Temporary Vagina Ending**// (display: "Ending")

You stir out of bed. The left side of your back aches, just around the end of your ribcage. The usual aches. They're a little more recurring now than when you started, but that was to be expected. You've been at the job for a good few years now. Still, you wish they could've waited until you hit your 30's before they came around //this// often... It doesn't keep you from getting out of bed, but it is a good excuse to keep you there a bit longer. You reach for your cellphone, hidden under one of your pillows. 16:03. It's been a while since you woke up in the morning, but knowing your job, there's hardly a better time to wake up. You don't have a shift today, so you're tempted to just stay in bed and jerk off for a while. You don't even get the chance, as your phone buzzes in your hand. $txt+$to_me[ **Unknown Number**] $txt+$to_me[hi! this is vortex, from the hero meeting a week or two ago!] $txt+$to_me[we traded numbers back then; i wanted to know if you were up for something tonight?] You vaguely remember having met the man. He's another small-time hero for another part of the city. His superpower...? You can't remember off the top of your head, but you know he //has// one. There was a reason you didn't hook up with him before, but you can't exactly recall it. You did think he was cute at the time, though... $txt+$from_me[ **You**] $txt+$from_me[sure thing, dude. wanna meet up first?] He agrees to meet up at one of the restaurants near your place. He arrives in his uniform, a violet and blue suit with yellow accents. You don't really have room to give him shit for it, since you did the same. He seems to have a facemask that extends from his collar, but he has it off and lying around his neck like a handkerchief. You take the time to acquaint yourselves further as you eat - or at least while you eat. You don't have any problems with ordering a fairly hearty meal, but Vortex is keeping things sparse and simple. You're not even certain if he's touched his food, but you're too busy enjoying your own meal to care. Besides, if he's not eating much, you both know what's coming later. You both arrive back at your place. You don't exactly have much furniture to rest on, but he's quick to find his way to your bed. He gives you a wily grin, which you return. No need to take it slow tonight, it seems. You hop on top of him and start to pull off your uniform, top first. You feel his lips kiss your belly and chest as you undress. He's getting you pretty hard already. "You mind if I keep my mask on," you ask. Vortex nods, and takes a moment to undress himself. Soon both of you are down to your underwear - aside from your mask - and you spend a good few minutes feeling each other up. You turn him around on the bed, and start to lower his briefs. His cheeks bounce out as the waistband slips over them. They almost look bigger now that they're freed from the fabric covering them. You tease his pucker with your tongue, licking and kissing around his hole until it starts to give way to you, and you slip inside. His moans are turning you on more as you eat him out. You let one of your hands slip down to his dick, before you feel his grip on your wrist. "Just give it to me, dude," he insists. "Don't worry about my dick; I'll get off just fine with you inside me." You raise an eyebrow, but you certainly don't complain. You pull down your trunks to reveal your towering rod, shooting out and standing tall the moment your underwear gets low enough. You rub and tease his vortex some more with your shaft. He moves and wiggles around, trying to get your head in his hole himself, but you're not about to give it to him just yet. "Damn, you really want my power core in your vortex, huh?" ... Wait, what the fuck did you just say...? Even as it comes out of your mouth, you realize just how stupid it sounds. He snorts in response. What a fucking embarrassing line. You're not sure //what// possessed you to say that, but hell, he doesn't seem to reject you over it, so... "Okay, so how about I just fuck your brains out, so we can both pretend I didn't just say that?" "Hurry up and give me your 'power core,' then," he teases. You don't take any time to warm him up to your girth and give him as much of your length as you can manage in one thrust. There's a hint of pain in his moaning. "Okay, okay, //sorry,// that was just really funny to hear in the moment!" You give him a few more thrusts - lighter ones than that first one - and let him relax around your cock. Eventually, you get impatient, and shove yourself a bit deeper. It takes a few thrusts, but you're all the way inside him, and damn, he still feels pretty tight! There's a chuckle in between his moans as you start to pick up your pace, so he's definitely enjoying //something.// Probably that dumb line, but fuck it, as long as you get to enjoy his ass, he can laugh it up as much as he likes right now. You start to jackhammer inside of him, and his gasps and shouts of pleasure start to pick up in turn, begging you to go at it harder between the occasional 'fuck me' or 'that's so good.' You're starting to worry he's getting too loud, but it sounds so hot in the moment that you don't care. You're probably being a bit loud yourself, as you're suddenly made aware of your own groans. It's hard to restrain yourself; he feels so damn good! You give his ass a few playful slaps as you ride him. Eventually, the pleasure reaches a climax for both of you. You hear his orgasmic moaning before you see his release below you. He's getting off to your dick, and your dick alone! Soon, you feel your own release building up, and you pound into him as hard as you can. He's really screaming now, but he's pleading for you not to stop. Soon, the pressure breaks the dam, and you unleash white hot pleasure in ropes inside him. You thrust and hold your cock inside him in time to your orgasm, filling him with your seed, until the pleasure starts to subside. As you pull out your softening tool, you see some of your cum drool out of his gaping hole, standing out strongly against his skin. "That was awesome..." "Yeah," he sighs. "It's just a shame I can't keep all that power in my vortex." A pillow fight ensues. --- (set: $to_v to (color:(rgb:212,209,36)))(set: $from_v to (colour:(rgb:136,136,232)))$txt+$from_v[ **You**] $txt+$from_v[so he's a full-time top now, right?] $txt+$to_v[ **Morph-eus (not so cool)**] $txt+$to_v[He is, yes. He won't remember ever being a bottom, either.] $txt+$from_v[ **You**] $txt+$from_v[damn, that's kinda fucked up] $txt+$from_v[i mean i'm not surprised but like] $txt+$from_v[do you do this to EVERYONE who shows up late???] $txt+$to_v[ **Morph-eus (not so cool)**] $txt+$to_v[Oh, don't act as if you aren't enjoying your changes~ Neither of you clarified you wanted it to be temporary, anyway.] $txt+$from_v[ **You**] $txt+$from_v[still not cool] $txt+$from_v[and i was 5 MINUTES LATE] $txt+$from_v[i sent you a text saying i'd be running a tiny bit late, too] $txt+$to_v[ **Morph-eus (not so cool)**] $txt+$to_v[Well, I gave you a top to play with, so I think I've all but made up for it. Besides, I told you we can change you back whenever you'd like.] $txt+$from_v[ **You**] $txt+$from_v[gimme like a week with him, then] $txt+$from_v[also can you change him back to a bottom after that?] $txt+$to_v[ **Morph-eus (not so cool)**] $txt+$to_v[I'll think about it~] //**Morph-eus Permanent Top Ending**// (display: "Ending")

"Hey boy, how you doing today?" You hear your master's-- Brain Drain's voice, and lift your head up to greet him. Well, you don't stop yourself from greeting him, anyhow. It's not like it's his fault you're in this mess. You nuzzle up to his leg, as his hand rests and pets your head. God, that feels amazing... You're still a little sore about all this, but at least you can take solace in the pleasure he gives for now. He sits on the ottoman in the apartment, and you throw your front paws-- your //hands// - onto his lap. He takes hold of your paws-- damnit - and gives you a big smile as he plays around with you for a bit. "It's kinda funny," he muses, "but it's really cute playing around with you like this! It's almost more fun than our usual quippy bullshit when you were on the job!" You pout at him, but it's not like you disagree with part of what he's saying. He starts petting you some more, and you nuzzle into his lap, reveling in the feel of his hand on your head. "So I got a reply from Morph-eus, and th--" You can't hold back a bark. He gives you a disappointed look, and you shove your face further into his lap in embarrassment. "So they said they'd //consider// turning you back into a human at some point. They said they felt guilty over making it a permanent deal, but they also wanted to prove a point." He mumbles under his breath, "Not sure what that point //is,// exactly..." "Until that happens, though," he grins down at you, "you wanna play around with me for a bit?" Play? Your ears perk up to that word, and you shoot up with a huge grin on your face. You try your best to keep your tongue in your mouth, but it's mostly instinct at this point. He purses his lips for a moment. "As in a sex kinda thing, I mean. We can actually play later." Your tail didn't exactly drop to that - you're still certain it's there, even though you've yet to actually see it - and you do your best to give him as suggestive a face as a dog can give. This time, you let your tongue loll out through your closed mouth. The message seems to get through to him, as his smile returns and he lifts your paws - son of a bitch, //hands// - off of his lap. He pulls down his pants to his ankles, and starts rubbing his dick. "So, how about you get a taste for this bone, boy?" You do your best to show some restraint in taking his cock in your mouth, especially since your teeth are sharper now. You lick it cautiously at first, tickling his glans and the underside of his length. He just relaxes into the ottoman, and lets you do your work. You get a bit braver, and take his head into your mouth. You keep looking up to his face, check to see if there's any pain on his face. He seems fairly content, actually. The deeper you take his dick, the less concerned you are about your teeth. You were pretty good at blowing him as a human, but his reaction makes it seem like nothing's different. Maybe you're just that good! He starts to moan here and there, but it's always words of encouragement that he gives you, telling you to go deeper and to really work his shaft. It's hard not to feel some kind of pride in your work. Then he decides to really tease you. "Damn... Who's a good boy?" You swear you know how this trick works. You //know// how this works! You remember he did this yesterday with you! Even so, the moment you hear him ask, you can't help but look up at him with pleading eyes. You want to believe it's you. You //really// want him to say it's you. But what if it //isn't// you? He keeps cooing the same thing at you over and over again. You don't stop bobbing on his cock, but holy shit, do you ever want him to just //tell you already!// His hand grips the back of your head and pulls you deep. "Fuck yeah, boy...!" You can feel his cock pulse in your throat as his seed spills down it. "You are! //You're// a good boy!" Fucking finally, he tells you, and your heart //ascends!// God, it feels so good to be told that! He keeps saying it over and over, rubbing your head as he continues to ejaculate inro you, and you swear you're having your own weird brain orgasm or something, because it's so goddamn satisfying to be told you're a good boy right now! You're rock hard, for sure, knot and all. "Good work, boy," he cheers. You pull off his softening dick, and let him keep petting you, your tongue lolling uncontrollably. Master's hand feels so damn good, you can't help it anymore. You could live with being a dog for a while longer, that's for sure. "Damn, you look so happy like this, dude. If you actually had a tail, I bet it'd be wagging like crazy right now!" //**Morph-eus Permanent Dog Ending**// (display: "Ending")

You stir out of bed. The left side of your back aches, just around the end of your ribcage. The usual aches. They're a little more recurring now than when you started, but that was to be expected. You've been at the job for a good few years now. Still, you wish they could've waited until you hit your 30's before they came around //this// often... It doesn't keep you from getting out of bed, but it is a good excuse to keep you there a bit longer. You reach for your cellphone, hidden under one of your pillows. 16:03. It's been a while since you woke up in the morning, but knowing your job, there's hardly a better time to wake up. You don't have a shift today, so you're tempted to just stay in bed and jerk off for a while. You pull the sheets away to look at your cock for a moment. Eight inches, and not even a half-chub. People on the street //still// give you a hard time over this monster. What a curse: to be a bottom with a huge dick... Either way, you start massaging the excessive length. It takes a minute or two, and you get a bit lightheaded, but soon enough, your own personal demon stands 14 inches above you. You start working both hands up and down the shaft. Eventually, you feel your orgasm begin to take you, and you shut your eyes and hold your breath, preparing for the flood. Soon, you're turned into a human fountain, as cum rockets out of your cock head, and spills down onto your naked chest and face. It takes a moment - and if you weren't already lightheaded, holding your breath to this point sure didn't help - but your rain of jizz calms, and the remainder of your ejaculate oozes from your tip. You breathe, at last. If you weren't so lazy, you'd just stand up and blow your load into the toilet or something, but you also can't help but admit to yourself that you love the feeling of nut on your face. One shower later, you realize you're in need of groceries. You suit up, but take a moment to look in the mirror, just to make sure that monster isn't sticking out //too// much. The bulge in your shorts is obnoxiously large, and you thank your padding that it doesn't have an obscene shape to match. You're tempted to just go out in your civvies for that reason alone, but for some odd reason, none of your regular pants can host that bulge well either. The supermarket is like a fucking nightmare, and you end up getting a lot of looks from all parties. Quiet murmurs here, a barely-stifled exclaim there... Some folks are more daring. You swear you heard someone mention a fresh eggplant before laughing, but you were in the produce section, so that could've gone either way. Sometimes you hope you're just imagining the words all around you, but god, what a pain in the ass it is either way. Eventually, you come across someone else in uniform: a charming looking man around your age, with a pair of glasses and a facemask that extends from his turtlenecked costume. His colours are a mix of violet and blue, with yellow accents lining various parts of his suit. His emblem is a large, purple V over his heart, outlined in yellow. You vaguely recall meeting him at a hero gathering a few weeks back: Vortex, if you remember correctly. The two of you walk and talk, as you head home. You swear, every so often, that he takes a glance at your groin. He seems swell, regardless, but you get the idea he spoke to you for a reason. It's a shame that you'll likely have to decline him, given how cute he is. Eventually, he plays his hand: "So you're not doing anything tonight, right?" You sigh, "I'm... not, but I should probably tell you now that I'm a total bottom." He blinks, and then just laughs. "I should've figured. But you know, I should probably ask what all the padding's for, in that case?" "It's... not padding." "Of course it's padding," he remarks. "You were not that hung when we met at the gathering! Trust me, I'd remember a guy with that kind of bulge!" Suddenly, his eyes widen. "Actually, did you happen to talk to someone by the name of 'Morph-eus?'" You scratch your head, and wince a little. Your head feels a little funny, from hearing that name. "It's... //kind of// familiar. Like the Greek god of dreams, right?" "Check your phone, dude, or let me check it." You hand him your phone, and he checks through your messages. You both spot a contact labelled as 'Stalker of the Week,' and he opens up the messages to find a conversation you don't remember having. "Yep, that's Morph-eus, alright. You arrive late to a meeting with them, or something?" "I dunno... Wait..." Your head seems to be filling with memories. "Oh fuck, I totally did..." He chuckles nervously. "Me too, man. I asked them to make me a bottom for a day, and then I realized what happened a week later. They like to go all monkey's paw on clients that arrive late, and then make those effects last as long as they can get away with it." "That's pretty fuckin' rude!" "Right? I'm always tempted to go back to them, because this city's really short on tops, it feels like. You could probably convince them to change you back tonight, if you ask them!" You ponder the idea for a moment, until you realize you're outside your apartment. You give Vortex a sly look, and pull him inside. And then he actually sees it hard, and adamantly refuses to do anything but jerk you off. //**Morph-eus Permanent Big Dick Ending**// (display: "Ending")

You stir out of bed. The left side of your back aches, just around the end of your ribcage. The usual aches. They're a little more recurring now than when you started, but that was to be expected. You've been at the job for a good few years now. Still, you wish they could've waited until you hit your 30's before they came around //this// often... It doesn't keep you from getting out of bed, but it is a good excuse to keep you there a bit longer. You reach for your cellphone, hidden under one of your pillows. 16:03. It's been a while since you woke up in the morning, but knowing your job, there's hardly a better time to wake up. You don't have a shift today, so you're tempted to just stay in bed and get yourself off a few times instead. Your hand slips between your legs, and start rubbing your hole back and forth, working yourself over until you feel your digits dampen. Two of your fingers slip in with ease, and you gasp, as you continue to work your hole over and over again. You run your thumb back up your labia, and gently give your clit a few rubs. The pleasure courses through your crotch like electricity. It only takes a few minutes of pleasuring yourself before you feel your release approaching. Shit! You didn't prepare yourself at all for this! You cum hard, letting your release stain the sheets below you. Your hips quiver, with your fingers gripped tightly by your hole. You keep masturbating for another release or two, until you get a text. $txt+$to_me[ **Brain Drain**] $txt+$to_me[hey, come on down to the usual spot! i wanna have some fun >;P] You arrive around 17:20, greeted by Brain Drain in the usual manner. "Hey, PC, how's it hanging? Wanna just do some vanilla shit today?" The offer seems a little weird, but right now, you're fine with just some casual fun. You both start taking off your clothes, mask and glasses exempt. Before you've even taken your underwear all the way off, Brain Drain gets oddly close and personal with your crotch. "Oh neat, so that's what..." He seems to stop himself short, and you raise an eyebrow at his reaction. "Oh, come on," you sigh. "You don't have to act like it's the first time you've seen my pussy, dude." "Yeah, right," he stutters. "I kind of thought I'd take a closer look, because of a thing or two I've heard about them, and I don't run across enough guys with parts like these." He starts to run his tongue along the lips, and you shudder out a moan at his sudden actions. You seat yourself on the bedside, and lead his head deeper into your lap, letting his tongue go to town on your bits. It's barely a minute before he pulls his head up, and he throws your legs up and onto the bed, spread apart. He hops in between them and pulls down his underwear, exposing his hard cock. "Alright, lemme take this slow, alright?" You have to admit, there's something weird about how he's acting. You're so used to him being more of a selfish top. It seems it doesn't matter much this time, as his dick can only get so far into your hole before you feel a painful pressure in your vagina. "Shit, I thought this might...!" Brain Drain continues his odd rambling, as he whips out his phone. "Gimme a second, I need to text someone." "The fuck is going on...? I know you've gotten deeper in me than this; can't you just give me a few good thrusts?" "That's probably what I'm doing either way, so sure." He pulls out a bit and hammers his cock back inside. Fuck, that smarts! He gives you thrust after thrust, the pain in your crotch lighting up each time. Suddenly, one thrust digs deep, and after the sharp pain it brings, it gets washed away in a wave of pleasure. How the hell did that happen? This is hardly your first time! Your moans elevate over time, as his cock pounds your walls. Your orgasm comes swiftly, almost too fast for you to control. You feel yourself tighten around his rod, and in due time, you feel his rod pulse inside of you, unleashing his seed. He pulls out after a minute, and starts to get himself dressed. As he does, you grab his phone, checking the texts he sent, out of morbid curiosity. (set: $to_bd to (color:(rgb:130,120,143)))(set: $from_bd to (colour:(rgb:183,222,169)))$txt+$from_bd[ **You**] $txt+$from_bd[seriously? you gotta be more chill about that shit -_ -] $txt+$to_bd[ **morpheus :\**] $txt+$to_bd[I had made clear to him not to be late; it's not out of line to punish him for it.] $txt+$from_bd[ **You**] $txt+$from_bd[:///] $txt+$from_bd[okay so all that's different is he's got a pussy right???] $txt+$to_bd[ **morpheus :\**] $txt+$to_bd[That is what he asked of me, yes. I never told him it was permanent, or that he'd remember it, but I did fulfil his request!] $txt+$from_bd[ **You**] $txt+$from_bd[did you tell him he had a hymen now too??? couldn't have written that one out???] $txt+$to_bd[ **morpheus :\**] $txt+$to_bd[That was probably his mind's own intent on that one. Though, if his mind considered having a hymen as a normal part of having a vagina, he's going to have some problems later on...] $txt+$from_bd[ **You**] $txt+$from_bd[change him back, holy shit] Are they... talking about you? Something strikes you as odd about all this, but the implications are that Morpheus - whoever that is - made some change to you and your body to make it so that you have the pussy you have now, and you don't remember it. At first, it seems stupid, since you know full well you've had these parts as long as you can remember, but then you consider that you don't //clearly// remember having one, and having that be a recent change - including the hymen bit - would explain the difficulty Brain Drain had in fucking you. What the hell did you do...? Brain Drain slips his phone out of your hands. "Hey, c'mon, dude, no need to be snoopin' around like that!" He looks at the screen, before turning back to you. "Oh yeah, I'm gonna negotiate this with Morph-eus, by the way. You asked to have them give you a pussy, but because you were late or some shit, they decided to twist it and make it a permanent change, which is bullshit." He starts tapping on his phone. "Don't say I never did anything for you, dude!" Well, at least you know you have someone on your side in these strange situations you don't clearly remember... But now that you're aware of what happened, you realize you might have a new problem to deal with in the coming weeks... //**Morph-eus Permanent Vagina Ending**// (display: "Ending")

- The world that Power Core takes place/resides in is basically our world, but more comic-oriented. Groundbreaking, I know. The core separation from ours and theirs is the existence of a few core players that exist on Earth, namely the usual suspects: 1) extraterrestrial people who are either superpowered due to differences between their home planet and Earth's properties, or have powers that exceed human capabilities naturally 2) magical beings 3) humans that are born with excessive genetic mutations, which spawn fantastic powers that range from being mundane to spectacular abilities (addendum to this category, for good measure: parapsychological abilities, namely psychokinetic and telekinetic powers, absolutely fall under this category) 4) rich people that actively put their money to good use, though perhaps a bit misled, since they mostly use it to fund their own crimefighting outfits - As the fourth category may imply, capitalism is still a thing, as well as a lot of the usual issues that come with it, including the inequal spread of wealth and skewed priorities in public funding, and as a result of that, crime is still rampant. The big difference that comes into play is the idea of criminal activity being seen as an alternate job path for some, where often their employers are superpowered individuals that are also trying to get by, or geniuses with the means to stand on equal footing with most superhumans. There are certainly times where the employer is without powers and their employees superpowered, but the cases are a little less common. - The government would naturally want to combat anything that would threaten to destabilize their system, so imagine their luck when an agency forms to act as law enforcement catering specifically to superhuman individuals and gang activity! Not much luck, in reality: the agency itself firmly rejects funding and direction from the government and makes their own rules, but they don't get flack for it since they keep so-called "villains" out of the establishment's hair for the most part. - The Agency of Trust, Heroism, Ethics, Negotiations, and Altruism (ATHENA) acts on their own guidelines outside of the government's hands. Their main goal is cited as being "the rehabilitation and repairing of villain lives through pacifistic methods, as well as the protection of the public." Flashy as it is, and while many members of the agency take the message to heart, it is still an very idealistic goal, and more often than not they're seen as a more grounded (ironically) police force with superhumans at the helm. In respect to that, some people have pointed out the hypocrisy that many of its biggest players are superpowered people, with average citizens within the agency are rarely spoken of, creating a rift between them and many citizens. They still get a better rep than police, though. - The city Power Core lives in... doesn't have a name because I continue to fall flat on coming up with one... Just think of it as a minor city, either in southeastern Canada or northern America. It's not one of the big cities like Metropolis per ce, but more comparable to Pittsburg or Cleveland; one of those smaller cities with a decent population. - Power Core's ability is the production, manipulation, and release of eletrical currents. Early on in childhood, he had a bit of trouble controlling it, and had one or two accidents where he nearly eletrocuted other kids his age. By the time he was done with high school, he had a lot more control of his power, and had some practice in creating currents of varying potency. Most often, he only puts out a current that would paralyze an adult human, but there are times where he has to push it a bit further. He's had a scare once or twice, but has never permanently injured anyone with his power. - Brain Drain's ability is best described as "supersonic waves that disrupt the higher functions of the brain." It's likely a psychokinetic ability. (is a psychic ability that affects the brain still psychokinetic? it's still technically influencing a physical system...) The power itself is difficult to unleash, and the most noticeable effect it has without amplification is that people who hang around him for extended periods of time get a bit ditzy and forgetful when they stick around him for more than 8 hours. The effects rarely get worse than "a semi-permanent buzz." As such, he requires a ray gun of his own design that focuses and amplifies his power in a particular direction. There are designs for both temporary and permanent effect on the target, but Brain Drain only keeps the temporary ray gun on his person, for the most part. - Morph-eus is likely a person with magical potential. Their power is able to adjust the working of the mind and body to shapeshift others to their will. When they discovered the extents of their power, they became egocentric, and while certainly not convinced they were a god, they did consider themself a step above others. They try and convince people that their power can only adjust the body or the mind at one time, but that's a lie they're fully aware of: Morph-eus can will another person's body and mind to take any shape they please, with little consequence to their own faculties. If their ability is really magical, it's likely that they could extend their power's reach over more than just the body and mind of one person, but even they get a little concerned over such a possibility. - Dominic Cage doesn't possess any particular superhuman ability. Of all the characters depicted, he's the closest to an outright bad guy as Power Core encounters. (the guy does have one victim that probably applies, actually, but he's not even a named character) He has a decent amount of money, the right connections to play out his fondness for bondage, and doesn't put either of those things to morally good use. Of all the cast members, he's almost undoubtedly the oldest, and I'm pretty sure I wrote in something that makes pretty clear he's white? The only problem with all that is it might skew away from my actual views on bondage, since the one guy that actively engages in bondage and domination is a complete asshole, and I actually kinda like both of those things outside of this guy's character, so... :V - Buff is just supposed to be a cross between a giant man and a puppy. Like he is all the qualities of a himbo taken to either their logical extreme, or further. He's about 10 feet tall, only about as smart as a house pet, but the nicest man alive who only wants to have fun with you. It's a shame that he's as big as he is, since it hurts a lot of the folks he plays with. - Vortex has... some kind of superpower, I don't actually know what at this point. I'm still trying to figure that out, and maybe someday it'll become relevant. :V - Discovery is half Korean and half Forsethean, the latter half being a people from the planet Forseth. Folks from Forseth have the natural talent to transform a majority of their body's biology to match that of whatever moving living creature they are aware of, and they also have green skin. Discovery makes good use of his transforming talents in his hero //and// personal life. He also has like three or four names that he uses depending on the situation: - Discovery is his hero name and probably the one he uses the most, inspired by the Discovery Channel (they might have an off-brand equivalent of the Discovery Channel in this world so i don't know where HE got his name; this is where I got it tho) - Han Eu-Tteum is his legal name, and the name he uses with other Korean people or older friends of his. (since it's a Korean name, it's family name first, then given names, so westernized, it'd be Eu-Tteum Han) - Autumn is the name he uses with English-speaking people and other folks who don't really speak Korean, since it's the word/name with the closest pronunciation to his given name, and also he kinda likes the idea of being named after the best season - He also has a Forsethean name too, but because that would require me to actually make up enough details of a language to make a name, we're gonna pass on that one for now :V [[Back to the Start Page->Introduction]]

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You take a second to ponder it, but a thought comes to you. "What if I want what //other// people want to change in me? Like, if I was more submissive and responsive to what someone else wanted to change in me?" Morph-eus grimaces, and glances away. "Oh, honey, I don't think you really want that..." They twiddle their thumbs, avoiding eye contact as they explain, "See, when you ask for something so vague and absolute... Well, I've had one or two clients who asked for that before, and the results were... I mean on the surface they //liked// it, but I bet you //anything// that the changes their 'superiors' made to them weren't exactly what they had in mind at first. It's just..." Finally, their eyes meet yours again. "You will have absolutely no say in what changes about you, if you let me make you more submissive." You ponder it a bit, but then shrug. "Well, I can think of one person who probably won't go overboard on 'changing' me, then!" "Brain Drain...?" They look unconvinced. "Do you honestly think he's gonna leave you mostly in the state you're in now...? Or do you just not care, as long as it's him?" They don't give you a chance to answer. "I'll ask one more time, just to be sure... If I make certain that the one person you're submissive toward is Brain Drain, are you //seriously// okay with becoming absolutely submissive toward him?" {(if:$BDSecret is 1)[[[Yes! -> Brain Drain Sub Secret]]] (else:)[[[Yes! -> Morph Sub 2]]]} [[Let me think this over... -> Brain Drain Sub]]

(set:$sub to 1)You nod. "I'm cool with that. Let's get this show on the road!" Morph-eus sighs in defeat. "Well, alright, don't say I didn't warn you..." They sit you down on the couch, but once you're seated, it feels as if the world around you fades away almost instantly, as your mind falls into the dark. --- You open your eyes, and look around. A residence apartment, but definitely not your dingy old place. You haven't been here before. You stand yourself up and glance at the couch that served as your bed for the night. You figured it might be Morph-eus' place, since your last memory from the previous night was sitting down on their sofa, but this is a much more plain piece of furniture, compared to their own extravagant design. "Hey there, big guy!" Oh, that voice is familiar. You turn to see Brain Drain walking over to you. "Give me a rundown of what you remember from last night." His tone isn't much different from the usual, but that almost sounded demanding. Or maybe it's just in your head? Either way, you kind of like it. "Well, I went to Morph-eus' place, and asked them to make me more submissive toward you, sir." Hold on. 'Sir.' You didn't let that slip consciously. That felt almost automatic. Damn, you really //did// get more submissive, didn't you? "I sat down on their couch, and then I was out like a light." "Yeah, they said it'd be something like that." He grins at you. That grin lights up something inside you. He's pleased by something, and that's making you feel really good. "Now tell me what you don't remember: what kind of programming did they give you?" You're not certain what he's expecting to hear; you can't really know something you don't remember. Your mouth and vocal cords, however, seem to disagree. "I was programmed to be completely subservient and submissive to you, sir. Any order you would give to me would be carried out without fail, even if the order would normally be impossible to perform. The results would magically occur if there was no physical means for me to perform it." Your hand claps over your mouth as you finish. Just after hearing those words, you realize something that might be just the slightest bit horrifying. He can ask //anything// of you now, and it'll happen. Though, you wonder if Morph-eus' power is really that strong. Brain Drain just keeps on smiling. "That sounds like a load of crock, right? But you definitely weren't supposed to know all that before you said it. So how about we test how far that goes, alright?" He throws his body on the cushion beside you, and then pats your shoulder. "I need a footrest." "Yes sir!" You reach for one of the pillows beside you, before he jerks your shoulder back. "Be my footrest for a bit, okay?" "Yes sir...!" You gulp as you get on your hands and knees below him. He throws his feet on top of your back. They're definitely not that comfy, but at least they don't weigh too much. Still, if this is all he's going to ask of you, you could stand for this. There's still a creeping anxiety in the back of your head. This is //definitely// not the worst that could happen. In spite of your concern, there's some kind of mental barrier that's barring you from voicing your discomfort or concern. You can't even say your usual safeword, for some reason! You scramble, trying to come up with a way to phrase //something// into a signal that you might want to back out of this now. You come up with one idea, which he //might// catch on to. And maybe your brain will let you weave your safeword in there, so he'll really get the message! "S-so, sir... What exactly do you think you want to do with me..? Maybe get me to cook for you, like s--" "Hey, not a bad idea!" Fuck, he cut you off. Worse yet, you shut yourself up the moment he started talking. "Right now, I'm thinkin' I want some breakfast! Cook some scrambled eggs and bacon for us!" "Yes sir." You get up from under him. You might still be able to slip it in there. "I could probably whip up some //blueberry waffles// in there too, if you want!" His grin wipes away immediately upon hearing that. You see the change in his attitude immediately, but for some reason, that doesn't create any relief, but panic. He's not pleased anymore! You did something wrong! "I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean it, sir! I don't know what I was thinking saying that!" You shrink away in an instant, and he starts to grimace. God, you can't stand looking at his disappointment! You really want to make him happy again, no matter what it takes. "Okay, whoa, whoa, calm down, dude!" Those words help, for sure. Your attitude mellows out right away, but there's still a lingering feeling that you've done wrong, mixed in with the feeling that you did manage to get through to him. "Okay, what do you need from me?" You try to tell him that you want to go back to Morph-eus and take back the changes you made. You try to tell him to take it easy on you and not make too many changes. You try to tell him just to stick to really lightweight stuff and not ask for any physical changes or anything! You try to tell him //something// other than the words that form on your lips: "I don't need anything, sir. I only want what you want." His eyebrows are probably raised under his glasses. "Do you... maybe want me to take you over to Morph-eus and reverse this? Give me an honest response on that!" The mental blockade wipes away, and you feel like you can say what you really mean now! Though, now that you have that room to maneuver, you realize you don't have to change back completely, or at all! At least, in this moment, the choice is yours. {(if:$M is 1)[[[I want to change back! -> Brain Drain Sub]]] (else-if:$M is 2)[[[I want to change back! -> Morph Sub Bad]]]} [[I want to fix some details. -> Morpheus Sub End]]

(if:$sub is 0)[You hesitate. As well as you //feel// you know Brain Drain, you can't help but worry if there's more to him you have to worry about. Even with how a lot of supervillains end up being fairly reasonable, he's been one of the few that you've truly gotten along with, but even so, how do you know there aren't any hidden depths? Perhaps you should make sure you know what he'd do with a semblance of that power before making your submission so binding. "You know what," you say to Morph-eus, "I think I'm gonna do a test run with the guy first, actually. I'll call you back if I decide I'm cool with going all the way on this." Morph-eus nods. "That's more like it." They give you a pat on the shoulder. "I don't know how I could handle being partially responsible for such an invasion of your boundaries, after all! Do what you need to, and call me back when you're ready!" With that, they shoo you out of their apartment. The night is still young, but it might as well be over. You realize that quickly, and experience it slowly, as you continue your patrol into the early morning. You end up spending less time focusing on the patrol and more of it on your phone, texting back and forth with Brain Drain about your proposition with him. He seems fairly excited by the prospect of having you personally serve him throughout his day, which doesn't really ease your anxieties, but you spend more than enough time setting up your boundaries with him. By the time you're done, it's hard to tell who really has control of who in the dynamic you've set up. Come tomorrow morning - or evening, really - you'll see who's really in charge between the two of you.]\ \(else-if:$sub is 1)["I-I want to change back; I think the changes Morph-eus made are a bit too extreme for me after all, and I'd rather figure out this dynamic we've got //without// worrying about the prospect that you'll do something unexpected to me that I don't really consent to!" Just as the words leave your mouth, the mental blockade returns, and you're fairly certain you won't be able to elaborate any further on it. Thankfully, you don't need to. "Alright, then that's what we're doing!" Brain Drain leans in and gives you a hug. The comforting act is a little unexpected, but certainly appreciated. In one act, he's made it pretty clear he wouldn't intentionally hurt you. Granted, his intent wasn't the concern... After some texting back and forth with Morph-eus, Brain Drain says they've got a fix ready to go within an hour or so. Leading up to that time, he goes through some trial and error with you on figuring out some of your boundaries in this new dynamic. It's a little difficult giving him proper responses already, given the submissive changes you had done, but in this instance, it's kind of on him that it ends up being more frustrating, because giving a clear verbal answer isn't going to be any easier while you're fellating his cock. You do get some groundwork laid out, though, and he busts his nut down your throat, so everyone gets a little bit of what they want. You check the clock, and start to get yourself ready to go to Morph-eus' place to get the fix. Of course, there's a bit of concern when Brain Drain decides to order you to lie on his bed instead. "Um, sir?" You're a bit hesitant to speak, but offering him a reminder of his plans - //your// plans, but he was the one who planned them, so whatever - is definitely serving him properly, so you can speak your mind a bit here. "This order might interfere with the plans made with Morph-eus." "Nah, not really," he responds. He checks his phone, and reads out something to you. You don't actually remember what the word or phrase is, but by the time you see it leave his lips, everything fades to black.] --- Your service to Brain Drain is now more of a part-time job. The two of you have had a week to brush up the dynamic further, so your role is a lot more clear to both of you. There's a little room for you to take your work home with you, as you both agree that it helps the serving role that you focus more on his pleasure and lock away your own. The lock in question isn't very invasive or uncomfortable, at least, but wearing a cock cage 24/7 is still a unique experience, especially on patrol. He's managed to make you cum once or twice just by fucking you, so it really does get you more focused and excited on pleasing him. Even outside of the sex, your role as his personal servant does end up being fairly fun. His tastes in food aren't really outlandish, but there's a few dishes he asks you to make that you know you wouldn't eat yourself. Your tongue doesn't really play nice with the flavor of cheese, for the most part, and this man //loves// Italian food... At least you got to learn a few new recipes out of this. Brain Drain arrives home around 22:00, and you've gotten a gourmet-styled pizza baked fresh out of the oven ready for him. You're quick to greet him as he enters. "Ah, welcome home, sir! I got a pizza all ready to go for you!" He offers you his own greeting in return, striking his palm against your bare asscheeks. The sting makes you jump, and a bit horny, too. "Ooh, this looks real nice, dude!" He grabs a slice and samples it. There's a clear look of satisfaction on his face. As he eats the slice, you can feel his hand creeping along your butt, fingers tickling around your hole as the palm grazes and massages the cheek it had struck earlier. "Fuck, this is great! You've outdone yourself! If the hero thing falls through, you should just be a cook!" He gives your behind another playful smack as he walks to the couch. "//My// cook, anyway!" "Thank you, sir!" You stick behind him. You pull off the apron as you go, leaving your body bare to the entire apartment, aside from your mask and the cage on your dick. He throws himself on the couch, legs spread wide as he lands. He pats the space just in front of his crotch, and you obediently place your chin there, seated on the floor in front of him. "So what's the plan for tonight, sir?" He ponders on that for a moment, staring you dead in the eyes all the while. "I'm thinking... that face of yours could use some of my spunk all over it!" He reaches into the fly of his pants and fishes out his cock. It's flaccid, but you can see it slowly starting to grow. "Just sit there and watch me stroke this rod, and I'll give you a present for being a good little servant~" "Yes sir!" You sit there with a grin on your face as he works his hand over his shaft over and over again. He slaps his cock against your cheek every so often, which gets a giggle out of you. At one point, he takes the remote for the TV and turns it on, streaming some porn from his phone on the large screen. The moans from the speakers echo against the walls of the apartment, and it's clearly turning Brain Drain on. "Hope you don't mind, big guy," he says to you. "You got a cute face and all, but I need a little more than your mug to get off right now." You wiggle your ass in response. He laughs. "That helps, yeah. God, I kinda wanna fuck you right now..." He ponders on that for a bit, but his hand is still working his dick in your face. You know you're not really supposed to weigh in on his decisions on matters like this, when you're just supposed to be his fucktoy. It's a good thing, then, that you don't really have a preference to how he gives you his load this time. "Hey, stick out your tongue for me." You obey him without a second thought, and you can see from the biting of his lip that he's on the edge of orgasm already. He thrusts his hips a little, but does his best to keep seated in front of your face, and with one loud moan, his cock erupts with his hot seed. With each spurt of cum, a new splash of white lands on your face and tongue. One shot lands in your hair as well. Panting just a bit, he gives you a big smile. You swallow down the cum on your tongue before you speak, "Thanks for the present, sir!" He spends a bit of time running his thumb against your face and spoonfeeding his semen to you. Soon enough, he gets up and walks to the bedroom. "Alright, I'm heading to bed. Wanna join me?" You both know the rules: if he doesn't phrase it like an order, it's not an order. This is an invitation. It's one you've been hesitant on before, because the servant deal has always been just a sex thing, but... "Sure thing, sir~!" //**Brain Drain Submissive Ending**// (display:"Ending")

You take some time going back and forth with Brain Drain over what you're looking for in specific, or at least what you're //not// looking for out of this. Most of your views align pretty well, and while he's definitely down for playing around with some weirder things, all he's looking for out of this is a personal servant he can stick his dick into whenever he wants. That much? You're totally down for. All of the basic changes to your demeanor and behaviour are easy enough to change just by having him tell you what you can say and how you can and can't act around him. At least now, you don't have any problems saying your safeword, and better yet, it actually snaps you out of sub mode for a good long while so he doesn't have to keep telling you to answer him honestly every time you need to speak. That was a frustrating part of that first back-and-forth you had... At last, though, the framework for your new dynamic is in place: you're his personal house servant, ready to tend to him at a moment's notice. He still lets you eat and drink and sleep //mostly// like a regular person, but there are little details he's ordered you to take on. Little things that make each act feel a little humiliating and dehumanizing, to make sure you don't forget your place. You resigned from your old job and sold your apartment, and just to embarrass you further, Brain Drain made a point of telling you that your uniform - the one you've worn for years now - no longer 'belongs' to you. As far as either of you are concerned, you're his property, and can't actually own anything for yourself. A week or two in, he decides to push that last point to its logical extreme. "Hey, I kinda want a bigger cock... You've got some cock to spare, right?" You gulp, as you pull your mouth off his cock. "I'm... not sure I understand the question, sir." He pats the couch beside him, wearing a big smirk. "Come on, take a seat over here, and pull your pants down." You do as he orders, and keep your gaze off him. As much as you said you didn't understand, there was a little room for you to fib on that response. It's not a technical lie; you could spin it as if the two statements he made had nothing to do with each other and he wanted you to top him or something. There's enough room to be confused about it. A little loophole, but it really just gives you time to mentally prepare yourself for what might just be coming next. He's started to stroke your dick up and down, though you wager you don't technically //own// your dick anymore. "See, here's the thing: you remember how Morph-eus' little training allowed you to fulfill any order, even if it's physically impossible? Do you think that extends to something as unreal and wacky as giving me a few inches off your cock?" You gulp again. "I don't know if it'd actually give //you// any of the inches of this dick, but I bet it would probably still shrink it if I could be convinced that yours is getting bigger..." You feel the heat in your groin now. You're at full mast, whether that's because of him stroking that dick, or getting you to imagine giving away some inches on your dick. "Let's give it a little test run, then..." He stops stroking the rod attached to you, and points it up slightly. He points his own shaft into the air much the same. "Let's see, starting with... Give me two inches of your dick's length." "Yes sir..!" The response was automatic. You glance back and forth between the two members before you, when suddenly, you see a bit of a change. His cock is pulsing, and starting to rise up slightly. Maybe he wasn't fully hard? You look at the one in front of you too, and see it pulsing, yet slinking away. You don't feel like it's getting any softer, though... You keep bouncing back and forth between them, as the both continue to change. Brain Drain's jaw is agape as he looks at his own fat cock enlarge before his eyes. Eventually, they stop. The cock in your lap is a smidge longer than 5 inches, now, but Brain Drain is holding a tremendous 10 inches in his hands. He can barely hold back his excitement. "Holy shit, this is incredible," he cheers. "Okay, we're not done yet; you've still got plenty to give, here! How much of this cock do you think you deserve to keep?" "I don't own this cock, sir, you do," is the meek reply you give him. You're starting to realize just how right that statement is. Honestly, it's really turning you on. Now he has a really sinister sneer on his face. "And what about those balls? Who owns those? Do you think you'd miss them if I took those and added them to my own?" "No, sir; these balls belong to you, sir..." You're getting a bit nervous, now, but the idea isn't turning you off. It might just turn you off permanently, if he goes through with this, but he's been making it clear your sexual needs aren't even secondary for you. You probably wouldn't miss them too much at this point. "Damn, you're practically simping for me at this point." He guffaws at the thought, but his sneer returns right away. "Well, simp for me, wretch! I want four more inches off your cock, //and// every last bit of your balls! I want nuts the size of..." He eyeballs yours, and then his own scrotum real quick. "The size of two small apples! All I wanna see left of your package is a pitiful inchworm that can barely get hard!" "Yes sir..." The moment you say those two words, you feel a chilly tightness in your groin. You glance down and watch as all that's left of your cock and balls starts to shrink away before your eyes. With just one order - long-winded as it was - Brain Drain has effectively neutered you, and soon enough you're left staring at a whole new crotch, with no sign of the usual sack that should lie beneath that tiny pecker that sits there now, aside from a small patch of loose and wrinkled skin. You look back at Brain Drain's own meat, and the view is tremendous. In his lap now sits a scrotum filled with what might be two baseballs, if you didn't know any better. Towering out above those nuts is a shaft of man meat, fully erect, 14 inches tall. It looks like he could tilt it back to his face and start sucking his tip with his back completely straight! The sight is incredible to behold, but strangely, you're not all that sexually aroused by it...? You look back at your crotch, and realize why, fairly quickly. "Holy shit, this is incredible, dude!" Brain Drain is laughing and having the time of his life, fondling his length. "How're you feeling with this switch? You like the view, right, boy?" "Yes sir, your cock looks amazing." "Does it get you hard, just looking at it?" "No sir, I'm..." You fiddle with your cocktail weenie. "I don't think I can get it hard anymore." "Aw, shucks, buddy..." He pats your back. "That's rough, y'know? Good news is I've got more than enough dick for the both of us, and I can share it with you whenever I want!" He laughs, but one look at your face causes him to pause, and cough awkwardly. "That said, I can, uh, talk to Morph-eus about getting you to grow a new pair or something. I bet they'll give you that, if you want." "Oh, no, it's fine, sir! I'm fine with this!" You wave your hands and try to ease his concerns with a smile. "I don't even //have// sexual urges to ignore anymore, so this is an improvement, sir!" He pouts. "Well, if you don't have your own urges, it's not much fun pounding you, really..." Your heart sinks as he says that. But he turns back to you with a smile. "Just kidding; I'm still gonna gut you on this fat dick!" He's really playing with your heartstrings, now... "Of course, now that I've said that, I wanna see if there's something else I can humiliate you with...?" He followed through on that. Within a few days, you found yourself answering the door to an old coworker, Vortex. He took a moment to tease you over your new position, before you escorted him to the bedroom, where Brain Drain proceeded to fuck him doggy-style. He ordered you to watch from whatever angle gave you the best view of his cock slipping into Vortex's hole, and you complied. After he came inside the hero, it was your job to lick that hole and his cock clean. And he made it your job every night he could convince Vortex to take your place as his personal cumdump for the evening. Brain Drain might've accidentally awakened something in you with that. If you ever get your cock and balls back, you would rather not have the memories of this turn you on... //**Morph-eus/Brain Drain "Extra" Submissive Ending**// (display:"Ending")

You're not certain why the urge to follow them is so prominent, but you're not liable to figure out the reasons if you just ignore them. You don't imagine they're going to be able to overpower you - or rather, your powers - so at the worst, you're being drawn into an uncomfortable fight. All the same, you take caution as you turn the corner. They aren't out in the distance, and they could've only turned onto a pier or into a shed beside you. No one is on the pier, so you enter the shed. The figure awaits you inside, standing with their hands on their sides. Their attire and tone matches the mascot from the flyer to a T, but they're distinctly muscular. Now that you see them in clearer light - this is a pretty well-lit shed, all things considered - the strange size of their head is easier to understand: they appear to be wearing a mascot head modelled after the flyer's, wearing the same cutesy smile and tremendous eyes. You don't know why, but dear //fucking// god, just looking at them is getting you so hard! "Heya, buddy," they exclaim, "congrats on getting the secret ending! You ready to have some fun?" Just as soon as they finished, their hands are reaching down to their waistband, loosening and lowering his shorts to reveal the package beneath. The cock itself is sizeable, sure, but fuck! You're surprised you didn't catch sight of those two apple-sized nuts bulging out of those shorts earlier; they're gigantic! Your jaw drops, and you can already feel yourself salivating. They take a seat on a chair behind them, their ass right on the front edge. They fiddle and finger at their cock, sliding their digits in between the foreskin and glans, and slowly, you watch them get hard over time. They're only half hard when they snark, "So I know you've got a thing for looking like an idiot - I've seen a bit of the other endings - but are you really content just standing there and watching me play with myself?" They reach down and cradle their balls a little. "Come on, I know you want a taste~" You were barely paying attention to the rest of the shit they were saying, but you happily accept that last bit as an invitation. You dive down onto your hands and knees, nearly slamming your face right into those fat nuts. Your tongue shoots out, lapping and licking at the pale skin of their scrote, and the taste of their ballsweat nearly gets you high. You can hardly restrain yourself as you smother yourself in their crotch, smelling and savoring every bit of their sex. You feel their hand pat down on the crown of your head as you indulge in their powerful taste. "That's it," they cooed, "Good boy, you were waiting for this, right? All these months - //years,// actually, at this point - all leading up to you finally getting a chance to serve some nameless Guy's body, completely self-indulgent and mindless in your method..." Their hand reaches down to the base of your skull and guides you upward, until your nose starts pushing up their polo. "You want more of me, don'tcha?" "Fuck yeah..." you pant, still lapping at their skin, imbibing their sweat. "Please, I want more..." "Haha, of course you do," they smirked. Their hands reach up to their mascot head. They had only begun to lift it off their neck when you shoot up and grab their arms. "Head stays on," you hiss. They pause. "I... I gotta get my shirt off... Or what, are you saying you're fine without sucking on my titties? You're just fine watching me //flex// this thing off?" Your eyes light up. "Can you???" Their hands lower off their head, as they contemplate the idea. They beckon you back a bit, standing up. "Back or front, bud?" You look down at their naked crotch - both the erect dick shooting forward at you, and the hefty sack filled with their tremendous balls. You spin your finger in the air, and they follow in turn to show you their well-toned ass. It takes all you have to resist the temptation beckoning you between those cheeks. You look up at their back, watching them take several poses and tense their muscles back and forth. Their arms lower, shoulders pressed forward, and as they flex, you see the shirt strain down the middle of their back, their shoulderblades contouring the sides. They relax, and try again, but as much as they test the fabric, it remains mostly intact. "Okay, front it is..." They start to turn, but point their thumb at their backside. "Don't worry, you'll get a chance to dig in to that sweet dish later." They spin around, and swing up their arms into a classic bicep pose. They breathe in once, then flex their biceps and pectorals as hard as they can. The fabric starts to split a bit in the middle, but in spite of the effort, it keeps its hold. Ultimately, the show they're putting on is still entertaining, but you realize flexing the clothes off might not be enough after all. "Maybe you should just rip it off," you muse. Without missing a beat, their hands reach to the center of their polo, and with a roar, they pull their arms back outward, and the shirt rips with a roar of its own, cleanly split into more of a collared vest. Exposed now is their stark white chest, muscular and thick, with their warm grey nipples erect. You nearly cream yourself, and bite your lip. They exhale, as they remove the remnants of the top. "Okay, where do you feel like suckin' on next?" You rise, and push them back down onto the chair, sliding between their legs. You have to drop back to your knees again, but you meet their chest, and hungrily, you dive down on their left nipple, tongue meeting the areola with fervor. You must be addicted; you had only taken your tongue off them for a minute or two, and you were so greedy to suckle on their skin and get that taste back in your mouth? "Haha, talk about an oral fixation," they chuckle. "Hey, actually, how many of these endings do you think you spent giving someone oral? Gotta be more than half of them, right?" Their hand reaches to the back of your head again, holding you firmly to their chest. "There you go, just like that..." They're obviously enjoying the attention, as you flick at their nipple with your tongue. They slip their free hand under your arm and rise it up to their lap. "Hey, you ready for a big finish?" You look up at them, eyes glistening, and somehow those were the magic words that could get your mouth off of them. You almost sink it back down on their cock even as you grab it, until their hand slips in between the starcrossed suckers. "Not so fast! When I say 'big finish,' I meant it, buddy~!" You pull your head back a bit and obediently work your hand up and down the pole. Your pace is quick, but you do your best just to admire and please the cock before you; taking in the way their foreskin folds over the glans, how thick it feels in your hand, their pulse that can narrowly be felt even as you piston over their shaft... Their hand reaches your crown again and pushes your head back just a touch. Not a second later, the first volley of cum blasts out of their cockhead, and holy shit! They weren't fucking kidding when they said it was a big finish! The first two waves of ejaculate paint your face in such force and virility, you struggle to believe one person's nuts could even hold such a storm! Even as you remark to yourself on the size of their orgasm, more batters your face and a bit of your chest armor, and you elect that you can't let any more of it go to waste. You fight against their hand, diving lips-first onto their member, and do all you can to swallow the remaining torrent. It tests you, filling your mouth quickly, but after a few more pulses, the last of their nut finally sputters out onto your tongue, all the rest swallowed down or splattered on your face. "Good grief," they remark. "Well, you can't blame me for being a little pent up, I guess, but even //I// wasn't expecting all that!" They pat your head some more, and you grin at them. At this point, you wager pleasantries are a bit late, but you decide to ask all the same: "So uh... Who are you, exactly?" "Oh, I'm just an amalgamation of your lustful desires given form, and also a cheap cameo made solely for the author's long-overdue fantasies." You don't know how to respond to a statement like that, no matter how accurate it feels. You peer back at the entrance to the shed and note how there isn't really a doorway, so much as a lack of a fourth wall. You realize this bit has gone on for too long, so you close the passage, and decide - against your better judgement - this is a perfectly reasonable way to close the secret ending so you can get this story published already. //**Secret Ending**// (display:"Ending")

You look at the collar. Sure, you wanna see that around your neck eventually, but so does he, and why should you give him what he wants so soon? You give him a smug grin and shake your head playfully. "Nuh-uh~ I'm not wearing that~!" You cross your arms and give him an audible harumph. You do everything short of winking at him to make it clear you're acting - and you probably would've winked for good measure, if you weren't wearing your mask - so now all that's left is seeing how he responds. The smirk on his face finally fades, replaced with a more stern expression. He gives you a barely audible tut-tut, before a firm grip finds your shoulderpad. "Now just where do you get off showing your master such disrespect, boy?" His tug is a little rough, but you let him guide you over to a red velvet chair. He takes his seat, and pulls you down to his lap, chest first. His hands shift: one plants itself onto your shoulderspan, pinning you down against his thighs; the other is slipping under your waistband, dragging your bottoms off of your behind, down just far enough to resecure itself under your asscheeks, puffing them up as a jockstrap might. That hand starts grazing over the hairs of your glutes, as he continues: "That behaviour is unacceptable... and boys willing to act so irreverent require proper... //discipline.//" With the word 'discipline,' his hand comes down on your backside. You yelp. The hand returns to its hovering motions, leaving the sting of the strike to linger. You're sure your cheeks are red - both sets of them. He asserted, "A small taste of what's to come... Now, can I expect you to behave, boy?" It's almost shameful how much that one spank turned you on, though perhaps not as humiliating as the act itself, or the position he's placed you in. But how could you possibly let him stop at one? "No way! That was nothi--!!" The second one comes without warning, cutting you off. Like the last, though, the force wasn't tremendous. You catch yourself musing over his control, that he can manage to actually restrain himself when it's for pleasure and not for work... He doesn't let the second sting persist for long, as the third strike finds its mark upon your flesh. Then the fourth, and fifth, and sixth, each one after the other forcing a mewling or a moaning from your lips. Your cock hardens more and more, pulled down by your waistband, but you're sure he can feel it against his leg. "How naughty of you, taking pleasure from punishment like this..." His tone is more chastising than it is flirtatious. Thank god; the shaming makes it feel hotter. The break your dick created only lasts so long, though, as the hits keep coming, one after the other. The radiating buzz of pain on your asscheeks fuels the pleasure and humiliation. Something like this doesn't threaten pushing you to tears, though you almost wish it could. Soon, the hand on your shoulder comes around to lift up your chin. "Now, have you learned your lesson...?" You almost want to say 'no,' but you take the hint. "Yes sir~." "You're gonna wear your collar like a good boy, aren't you?" "Yes sir~!" You've barely said the words, and just as swiftly, the leather wraps around your neck. He fastens it snug with one hand, as the one on your bottom slips between the crevice and slithers around your pucker. "And you're going to behave now, aren't you?" He guides you by the chin to a hanging hook, its tip unsharpened. You ponder your phrasing, thinking of the best way to act brattish and still get just what you're looking for from him. The words don't come easily, and eventually Dom nudges you forward. "Come on, I don't have all day..." That gives you a quick spark of inspiration. "Well, sorry for leaving you //hanging,// but I--" His hand cups over your mouth before you can get another word out. "Haven't had enough, have you," he chided. "All it takes is a simple 'yes sir,' but you clearly haven't learned your lesson if you have that much hesitation..." He hoists you back onto your feet, and with a swift movement of his hand, claps a handcuff onto your wrist. He clasps the other end on the free wrist as he rises from his chair, and you can see him tenting plainly in his dress pants. You play along and twist around a bit in your new restraints, only to have him tug you forward from the cuffs' chains. "We'll have to get a bit rougher, won't we?" If your face wasn't red before, the burning heat across it is enough to tell you otherwise now. You let him lead you to the hook, and practically throw your own hands up to the hook before he can pull them up there. He furrows his brow at you, and you just sheepishly chuckle back. As he pulls down your bottoms further down your legs and instructs you to raise each of your legs to get your boots off, you get the creeping concern those cuffs will get pretty painful if they're the only things carrying your weight. Clasping your hands onto the hook, you look down and Dom as he finishes removing your bottomwear from you. You're glad he didn't, but it might've been pretty hot if he tore your leggings off. In one swift move, he brings his arms up to your thighs, right beneath your reddened cheeks, and pulls back as he rises. Your feet kick up behind him, and you brace your arms as quickly as you can. Your body sinks just a bit before you catch yourself. The cuffs bite into your wrists a bit, even through the gloves, but it's only a mild sting. Your lower body is held up by Dom's arms, ass aimed at his now naked crotch. You can't see his piece, but you can feel it as it rubs in between your glutes, searching for the hole it's about to pierce. You do what you can mentally to relax yourself. Sure enough, it sinks in swiftly. It's a sharp pain at first as he digs his cock deep, but thrust after thrust to push himself deeper yet, and eventually the pain mixes in with pleasure. As he bottoms out, you wince, feeling him press against the depths of your hole. He manages to be an almost-perfect fit. One way or another, he's gonna make this feel pretty rough... He doesn't allow you any more time to adjust before he begins to slide back out, and in once again. This time, he doesn't press so much as slam on the walls of your ass. The shout he pushes out of your lungs has barely left your mouth before he's slamming into you again. And again. And again. He's already started a rhythm, and each pump leaves your insides feeling a bit more bruised. "A-ah..! Fuck...! You meant i-it when you s-said you were gon-- fuckin..!" The force of his cock makes it hard to maintain concentration on what you're saying. "When you said you whuh-- were gonna get rougher...! Fuck...!" "Quit talking, boy...!" he hissed back. "Your language is too vulgar for a boy like you...! The only two words I wanna hear from you are 'yes sir!'" He's really into the roleplay... "Mmph...! Yes sir..! Aah...!" You can feel him brush against your prostate, sending a jolt of pleasure up your body with each thrust, even as it's followed by a twinge of pain as he smashes into your back walls. Your arms are starting to get tired from the exertion, somehow pushing you closer to the edge of orgasm. All the sensations running through your nervous system confuses you and blends together in a baffling high. You're a little worried you'll get a little too attached to this kind of rough sex if this keeps up. You feel his pace quicken, his panting getting louder, turning to grunts and growls. Your own climax closes in, as you start to tighten around his cock. The added friction and pace starts to feel like it'll leave your hole burned, but before it becomes too unbearable, he gives you one more hard jab, undoubtedly blasting his load inside you. You begin to cum in turn, shooting more on him than on yourself, leaving his suit drenched in your translucent spunk. The release blasts away all the pain, but only for a short moment, as the aches he inflicted on you start to seep back in, even as the last spurts of your semen drool down your lowering cock. Your arms start to shake, and you can tell you can't keep yourself on the hook for much longer. But... Dom's not pulling out... That's when he looks up at you with a sneer. "Now who said you were allowed to ruin my suit like this? You're a glutton for punishment today, aren't you...?" You feel him adjust his grip on your ass, and you realize he doesn't intend on letting you down that soon. "Oi, how about you punish me from a different angle, then? Maybe one where I don't have to be holding my whole weight on one tiny hook?" //**Dominic Cage Bratty Bondage Ending**// (display:"Ending")

You look back up at his huge pecs and the hardened nipples upon them. The more you do, the more you feel as if your quick massage didn't satisfy you. You turn and shove Buff toward the mattress, which would be a much harder task if he didn't work with your comparatively weak pushes. He seats himself, giving you a curious look. Even now, his nipples are practically at eye level, which is perfect for what you plan on doing next. You hop onto one of his legs and dive headfirst into the respective pec, getting your tongue at his nipple right away. You can already hear him moaning in pleasure as you go to town. You wrap one of your arms around to his back, and keep the other rubbing close to his remaining nipple, teasing him. His moaning is getting you even hornier, and you push yourself against his chest, as your lips collapse over his flesh, kissing the areola. You suck and tickle the nip in your mouth, flicking at it with your tongue as you go. You can't have been on him for longer than a minute before you taste something sweet in your mouth. Not salty like his sweat, at all, and there's quite a bit of it. Is he... lactating? You pull back a bit, to see a white liquid squeezing out of the puffed up bump on his chest. Just one look has you thirsty. Or at least, a less-sexual kind of thirsty, anyway. You dive back down onto his nipple, suckling with a fever. You squeeze his other pec gently as you go, eyeing it to make sure none of his milk leaks out too soon. Buff is panting hard. "That feel so good... Keep doing that..." As if he even needed to ask. Eventually, after gulping down a mouthful or two of his milk, you find there's not much more coming out, so you switch over to the nipple you saved and teased this whole time. You keep your hands off the other one, that's no doubt sore after how fiercely you snacked on it, but you see Buff's hand graze over and fiddle with it just a bit. He backs off at some point, but you're too focused on the drink you've received from his nips. Soon, you gulp down your last helping of his milk, and pull back to admire his emptied jugs - though certainly not empty-looking - that sit upon his chest. His cock is still half-hard below you, but it's been softening. You completely ignored the thing, and now you probably won't be able to ride it like you initially planned. Your own cock went flaccid as well, but you can hardly complain after everything Buff gave you just a moment ago. You feel full from just a few mouthfuls of his milk, but it tasted pretty nice, all things considered. You reach to get your bottoms back on, but to your intrigue, it's a bit of a struggle to get them over your legs. At the very least, it's a bigger struggle than it //should// be. There's no mirror to see what might've changed, so imagine your luck when Brain Drain walks in and remarks in shock: "Holy shit, PC, were you always that jacked!?" After explaining the story, Brain Drain contemplates over Buff's milk and the possible effects that come from drinking it. "So, hey," he proposes, "do you mind coming over to do an experiment with Buff here? I want to see what happens when someone drinks his milk enough..." You were more than happy to volunteer, if it meant more fun times with Buff like that. The effects were clear for the first few days: you definitely gained some muscle mass, and your body did become more toned, which is surprising, since you were fairly well toned even before the milk entered the picture. At first, Brain Drain was pleasantly surprised at the effects, but it took one night where he went through the usual motions with you to change his mind. You could take a guess as to why: he took one look at the size 'difference' between you and grimaced. "So... I don't think you should be drinking Buff's milk anymore." //**Buff Milking Ending**// (display:"Ending")

You still have that rod in your face, and you can't keep your mouth from watering. You gulp, as you consider a change of plans. You lick at the slit of his cockhead, and the taste of his salty pre sends a shiver down your spine. The feel of your tongue must do the same for him, as you see him shudder in response. You keep running your lips and your tongue along his glans, slipping under his foreskin as you push yourself further down and around the head. As you push his dick into your head, you find it doesn't take much of his length to fill out your mouth, and it's a real workout for your jaw! You have to lower yourself a bit and crane your neck up as far as you can before you can take any more of his length. You push yourself deep down onto his cock, and get it maybe halfway before you find yourself gagging and stretching your throat out. He's too big to go much further, but you put the effort in to get it deeper, as you pull back and shove yourself further down his length. You have a deathgrip close to the base of his dick as you hoist yourself up and down the shaft. Soon, his panting gets a bit more heavy, and you push yourself to work your throat on his cock harder. Breathing is a rough task, now that you're working your body harder to fellate him and the chances to breathe are more scarce. You do your best to take a deep breath between about five or six thrusts down his length, until suddenly he takes your head between your hands just as you take a breath. You only get a moment to take in as much oxygen as you can hold before you're pulled deep down on his meat, and his cum gushes directly into your esophagus. He's barely begun to blow his load when something in your head feels like it collapses in on itself.(set:$blurrier = (text-style: "blurrier")) You blink. Something comes out of your mouth. There's a big something or other looking down at you. There's noises coming from its thing. $blurrier["Hey, are you okay...?"] You blink, and tilt your head, as you babble back to it. It looks around. You get a feeling that it's panicking, but you can't tell what to do about that. You just keep looking up. It picks you up and puts you down on the spot they were just sitting on. Soon, something else comes into the room, making a lot of its own noise. $blurrier["Okay, boys, did you guys have fun? Hey, what's with that look, Buff...? Wait, fuck, PC? Hey!"] This funny thing is looking down at you...? Its eye things are //huge//... $blurrier["Hey, talk to me, buddy, you good?"] You babble and giggle. You try telling it that its eye things are funny because they're so big, but words are lost to you. $blurrier["Fuck, what the hell? He's even dumber than when I drain his brains!"] It squeezes your arms and your chest a bit, which gets a giggle out of you. $blurrier["And holy shit! He's ripped, all of a sudden? Buff, what'd you even do?"] The two things start talking to each other, or at least that's what it sounds like they're doing. Not that you understand the words. $blurrier["He started sucking my dick, I came in his mouth, and then he just acted really weird! I dunno what happened!" "Really...? So this only happened after you came inside him? I think I get what's going on here..."] It looks back and forth with its funny eyes between you and the other thing, and gives you a smile. $blurrier["So have you ever tasted your own cum, Buff?" "Uhh... I think I did once...? It was really long ago..." "Before I met you, right? Well, then... I think you and I are gonna be in business for a real good scheme, Buff!"] With that, it laughs really hard. You don't know what's so funny, but you giggle along with it, before it looks back down at you and just pats your head. $blurrier["As for you, how about we get you a nice home with me? I was already prepared to take care of a big dummy like you!"] **//Buff Fellatio Ending//** (display:"Ending")

"I-I want to go back to Morph-eus and sort this out! I'm not certain this dynamic is what I had in mind!" Just as the words leave your mouth, the mental blockade returns, and you're fairly certain you won't be able to elaborate any further on it. Which, you realize, is awful, because the phrasing you gave was so ambiguous, there's no telling how it's meant to be interpreted. Brain Drain raises an eyebrow at that. "Alright, then that's what we're doing!" Brain Drain leans in and gives you a hug. The comforting act is a little unexpected, but certainly appreciated. In one act, he's made it pretty clear he wouldn't intentionally hurt you. Granted, his intent wasn't the concern... Brain Drain spends some time texting Morph-eus back and forth, as you mull over what happened when you were allowed to speak your mind. You certainly have a better grasp over the language than that, so why weren't you more clear with your phrasing? The way you made your intent clear didn't even sound like you wanted to go back to normal... Your thoughts are interrupted by Brain Drain's frustrated growling. He shoots out of his seat and pulls you up. "Come on, we've gotta make a direct visit." You arrive at the door to Morph-eus' house, and Brain Drain raps against the door impatiently. You hear Morph-eus' voice on the other side: "Come in, boys~" Brain Drain wastes no time dragging you into the apartment, pulling you forward. Admittedly, there's something amusing about being thrown around by him, and it'd be a lot more fun if the situation wasn't so tense. "Morph, we need to give PC's whole sub gimmick a factory reset." He's not usually this heated, so you can only help but wonder what those texts looked like. "Pretty sure you've told me that already, darling." They swirl around their finger as they point at you. "And //I// told you I'd like to hear it from //him// before we go through with this, if that's actually what he wants." Brain Drain's hand cups your shoulder. "Alright, tell them what you want, dude, so we can get this sorted out already." You open your mouth to speak, but it takes a moment before your voice finally comes out. "I-I want... I want t..." You try your hardest, but for some reason, the words are caught in your throat. You look at Brain Drain, who looks back with a grimace. You feel your heart start to race. "Okay, that's enough of that." They wave their hand at you, and instantly your mouth closes. "How about you grab your little master you dragged along with you, and we can get some //real// work done here?" Just as you hear the words, your body responds in turn, and before you realize it, Brain Drain is lifted off the ground, his arms hoisted up in your hold. Confusion takes hold, and Brain Drain starts squirming in your grip. His screams reverb through the apartment. "What the fuck!? PC, lemme go! Wh--" He stops, and looks at Morph-eus. "You knew this'd happen! Why!? I thought we were pals, Morph! What's the point in turning PC against me!?" "Oh no, don't get this wrong: I'm not punishing you, I'm punishing //him.//" They point at you. Your scowl is the only response you can muster. "I was pretty clear and lenient on our arranged time, and yet he couldn't seem to manage it." "That is the pettiest shit on the planet, Morph-eus, and you fucking know it." Brain Drain's stopped struggling. "So what, you made it so he's obedient to you before me, huh? Now what, then? You refuse to fix him, and you just force the two of us to live with it?" Morph-eus giggles. "Well, that sounds fair, doesn't it? The two of you could work out a few details and find out your boundaries on your own time! Only a couple small hurdles to work through with that, right?" They approach the two of you, and rustle their hand through Brain Drain's hair. "But you came here for a change, didn't you?" You feel Brain Drain squirm in your grip again, before the world around you becomes fuzzy. You fade to black. --- "Hey slave, get over here for a sec!" You wake up in response to your master's command. You walk over to him and prostrate yourself, according to his orders. Even as you stand at least half a foot taller than him, you still feel so small next to him. He snaps his fingers and points down to the ground, and without a word, you lower yourself onto your hands and knees. He unzips his trousers and reveals his long cock. You're about to submerge it in your mouth when his palm holds your forehead back. "Forgetting something?" You look up at him, and he removes his glasses. Your eyes meet, and the moment you do, you know you want to look away. You can't, try as you might. You had already felt so small a moment ago, but just having him stare you down makes you feel even smaller. You feel it; you're in a far better place than you deserve to be, in the hands of someone so much more powerful than you. Just one look into his eyes reminds you of how pathetic you are. "So, slave," he muses, "just for fun, do you remember how big my cock was before I took your sorry ass in?" "Eight inches, sir." You can't stand to look in his eyes much longer, but you know you can't look away until he lets you. "And how big is it now?" You don't even look at his enormous shaft, even as it bobs up and down in your peripheral. "Thirteen inches, sir. And about two and a half inches thick." He smiles. "How'd it get so big, slave?" You wince, but maintain eye contact. "I... I gave you the rest of your cock, sir--" You feel something smacking against your cheek. Softer than usual. It's just his dick, but you still recoil in shock. "Close," his smile shifts to a pout. "Phrasing's important, slave. Get it right." "Y... You took the rest of your cock that I was holding onto for you, sir..." There's a tightness between your legs. The shame, the dehumanizing way your master treats you, and the strange magic he used to remove your own parts-- no, //his// parts, the ones you've been saving for him to take one day... You wish it didn't turn you on, especially when there's nothing you can do to feed your dull hunger. His hands rustles your hair, and he finally blinks, letting you look away at last. "That's right, that's more like it. Now hurry up and get this dick wet; I've got a guy comin' over, and I wanna get right into the action." You obey without a word, pushing your mouth down on his member. Serving him is all the sexual relief you're allowed, so you make the most of it. He's never asked you to truly please him, just to get him ready. That gives you all the room to focus on your own pleasure in swallowing his huge cock. It's never enough, but it's something. All too soon, there's a knock on the door, and forcefully, the cock is ripped out of your throat. "Alright, that's enough. Get the door, will ya?" What else can you do, but obey? //**Morph-eus Submissive Bad End**// (display:"Ending")

Worklist: - Two new routes with a new character and also one we've seen a bit before to interact with {- Vortex: another superhero that works in the same city as power core. his route will include either joining in his patrol - since apparently he shares your schedule on this night - or joining him in his bed, and if you say you're gonna help in his patrol, you lock in your options as either going to his place or going to BD's place, which opens up a few unique scenarios that i'm gonna type out here for later: - Go to Vortex's place regardless of patrol status: The two of you just go at each other, but since you're both bottoms, you just ride a double-ended dildo or eat each other out - Go to Vortex's place after patrolling with him: You have the above option/s OR you do some electro-nipple-play stuff, and even do that with his hole/prostate as well, including accidentally milking his cum out. finally, i come up with an ending where Power Core's electricity power becomes fucking RELEVANT! >:V - Go to Brain Drain's place after patrolling with Vortex: threesome time! you get your brains drained, and Vortex uses you like a pole, while BD jerks off over your face or something i dunno, but you get used and vortex gets to be a bottom so everyone's happy - Choose to patrol with Vortex after agreeing to see Morph-eus: before the patrol starts, you want to text Morph-eus and say there's a change of plans UNTIL Vortex nominates you both go over to see them, since Vortex wants a fix to something Morph-eus did to him earlier. They agree to make Vortex a top again, and afterward, you both head to your place, where he just pounds you into the bedframe. is there a next morning portion? does vortex actually stay a top? does he revert back to being a bottom? it is a mystery, at least until i actually write it :V - Go to Brain Drain's place after patrolling with Vortex AND after texting Dom: the Dom/BD Bad End looks like it's about to initiate again, but because Dom didn't know both you AND Vortex would be there, he ends up getting taken down and tied up. when you wake up, someone asks how's your head and you make the funny haha "i haven't had any complaints" joke because sometimes you just take the low hanging fruit and you might also be concussed i dunno. anyway you pick up one or two things Dom brought with him, including a couple of cock cages. Brain Drain gets a bright idea, and after you send off Dom to jail, he drains both of your brains, locks up both you and Vortex, and has both of you drool over his dick. he might only drain YOUR brain, honestly, because Vortex might not be into that all that much himself, and is totally fine with just drooling over BD's dick sober} {- Discovery/Han Eu-tteum: he's a cocky and goofy half-alien guy with green skin that likes transforming himself - or select parts of himself - into various animals. he also might have a specific alien device designed for brainwashing people - which somehow was cleared to be commerically sold for recreational purposes, but let's not worry about that - which he's eager to use on PC. no matter what happens, if you decide you're gonna go back to his place, he's looking to top, and be verbal about it when he does. some ways this can go: - Just go for some straight-forward fucking, but it's never that simple with this guy. Depending on his mood at the time (read as "selected completely at random") he will transform his dick to a certain shape to fuck you with, and his dialogue varies with each version. He might also get you into slightly different positions, but i'm already putting a lot on my plate with this - If you decide to use the Brainscape Reality helmet, he will (randomly) select a 'fantasy' to play out in the helmet. Each one of them will have a lasting effect on you, so once you're out, he's gonna play with you in one fashion or another depending on the change. - I wanna put the random factor in there as a gimmick, but I also want there to be a chance of actually CHOOSING what you get out of this, because pure RNG with no filter sounds like a not-fun decision to make on a developer level, even and perhaps especially for a sex-based CYOA. - If you arrive at his place with the dog collar ending prepped up mentioned below, he won't even consider what you want, and just say he's gonna breed you like the bitch you apparently want to be, and then transform his dick into a dog dick and knot himself inside you. Mid-fuck, he'll let slip the words "good boy" which really set you off, then he'll just tease you relentlessly until he's pumped you full of cum. When all is said and done, he'll tell you you're his bitch now, and you spend the rest of your days as his cumdump and pet pup - If you meet Brain Drain in the west end after texting him, and then meet with Discovery, then Brain Drain will text you when you arrive at Discovery's place. Discovery will invite BD over to tag-team you, and you'll spend the night being spitroasted by the two, and have them cum all over your face} - New endings for each current path (kind of) - Dom: Bondage ending now has a path with actual bondage (does the collar and leash really count...?) and also spanking when you act bratty with him - Buff: Two of his foreplay options have oral extensions where you suck either his dick or his nips. they both lead to muscle growth, but the former is more extensive and comes with mindbreak, while the latter is a more gradual idea laid out and intelligence loss is, at most, hinted at. probably doesn't actually happen. {- Morph-eus: still deciding if i should take this chance to re-insert the monkey route, but i added a super-sub route, which has PC get really submissive with BD. there are three ways it can go: - Route 1: Deny the change, whether before or after Morph changes you at all, which will lead to the softest version of the sub routes, still deciding on HOW soft - Route 2: Make mild adjustments to the change, which leads to cock and ball theft and cuckoldry (things i kinda wish didn't awaken in me, now being openly placed in a kink story by me.........) - Route 3: also known as the bad end, which happens if you were late to meet morph, and ask to change back AFTER getting the change in the first place. BD ends up getting changed along with you. of course, his change is fairly minimal in comparison to yours; he just forgets about all of your previous interactions and no longer considers you human. meanwhile, you're made to believe you're subhuman yourself, and obey him without question, regardless of what he asks you. there's an ending with Eu-tteum that's also looking quite a bit like this, admittedly...} - Brain Drain: in truth he pops up in just about every route already, and has new content with both of the new routes as well as the extended Illiterate Route, so he won't get any new endings outside of those. suppose that already counts, huh - Extended endings in certain paths - Dom Bad/Permanent Chastity End: a year or so later, PC is now wearing a cock cage pretty much permanently, because he might as well, now that it's as small as it is. Dom's still in jail, but BD is now his keyholder and teasing him relentlessly on the size of his dick. he even tries to ride PC's dick, but then PC cums almost instantly and BD teases him even harder on that, giving him a tiny strap to pound him with instead, and basically it's just full-tilt humiliation - Can't Read ending: discussed later as a "secret ending" since it kinda fits both criteria? you have to specifically hunt down the permanent brain drain ending for it after all :V - Temp Tiny Dick but Again: you wish to have a tiny dick again, but like, a half-inch shorter than last time. for some reason, though - and maybe morph-eus did a little something extra for you on this - you feel a lot more confident and cocky, and when you meet with Brain Drain again, you make it very clear you're topping him and giving him the ride of his life. seeing your pecker convinces him pretty quickly, and while you can't get very deep in him, he is fucking LIVING as you turn him into a hole, and he even goes out of his way to order a particularly small strap so you don't have to keep transforming your dick for him, and also because he wants to ride it in his spare time - Glory hole maybe? Or BD/Dom bad end? There were a few favourites among the audience, but the problem with MOST of the routes is I feel like I really did conclude most of them, and continuing something off them feels kinda like "so do that again, but add different spices" and i'm much better at that with actual cooking, y'see - Secret endings - Ball Guy ending: requirements are to run through the game twice on any route, then go to the piers and follow him; ending comes with just a whole lot of me living vicariously through written fantasy, and i'll figure out what that means when i get there :V {- Dog Collar ending: requirements are to run through the game once and get the Morph-eus dog ending, (temp or perm, doesn't matter) then specific endings will lead to a unique twist of the original events, or new events in general. there's gonna be two sex endings and two not-so-sex endings, really - Dom Bondage: i kinda thought this ending needed some pizazz either way, but Dom takes a look around your neck as he pulls out the usual collar and leash, and since you were so eager to have a collar for this occasion, he goes a little further with his teasing you and decides to call you "good pup" more than "good boy". he really plays with the pet theme here, and says if you want to come back around later, he'll have a proper pup mask and everything for you so you can play your role out "properly" - Morph-eus Dog: they'll remark on how they can't really convince you to be something you already are, and then point out the collar on your neck. they ponder how that got there at all, before telling you that they can help make the body match the mind a bit better, and - since you still seem convinced that you're at least halfway human still - turn you into an anthropomorphic dog. this actually is just gonna be a silly ending rather than a sexy ending because i don't want people to think my fursona's a dog from this??? like i don't actually know myself what it is but it ain't a dog is all - Buff: Buff and Brain Drain just look at the collar around your neck, and buff remarks on how he can't do sex things to a cute little puppy dog like you. he just keeps petting you and calling you a good boy and the more he does it the more your brain regresses to the dog brain you would've had in the temp dog ending and the one that you were halfway in during the permanent one. Brain Drain just kind of watches as you get dumber and happier, and shrugs. he's cool with keeping you as a pet.} - Can't Read ending: this one also counts as an ending extension tbh; requirements are to run through the game once and get the permanent brain drain ending; throughout the game, Power Core checks his phone often, but during this route, he has absolutely no way of reading what's on the screen of it, and he's left dumbfounded any time he tries to read a text. this 'route' is locked to a brain drain ending, as if to imply this happens well after the day PC gets brain drained, and neither morph-eus or dom are looking for him. at the end, PC can ask why he can't read, and so BD explains it all, then proceeds to break his brain again much like he did in the perm drain ending

It's a familiar scene for you: the warehouse is nearly emptied out, with some of its old machinery in place. There's a light on in the foreman's office, and that's where you spy Brain Drain's silhouette in the window. You make your way up to the office, climbing the nearest ladder. Brain Drain sees you walk up, and smirks as you approach. "Well hey there, big guy! Nice to see you made your way here!" "Yeah, about that..." You sit yourself on the mattress. "So do you mind explaining what exactly you might've done to my head last time we got together?" "When exactly was that, again?" You ponder that for a moment. He's still wearing his smirk when you look back to him. "I'm... assuming a couple days ago. Honestly, I was here for something other than memory issues, but we'll have to come back to that." You pull out your phone and press the lock button, while shoving the screen at his face. "Read this out to me, and convince me there's nothing wrong with my phone." He tilts his head playfully. "Oh, I dunno, it looks pretty messed up, man! I mean, you're using military time?" He chuckles. "Yeah, there's nothing wrong with it; I can read it just fine. It's midnight, on the dot." "Alright, then mind telling me why //I// can't read it?" He sits himself beside you. "I had a feeling something like this might happen, y'know? So the last time we actually did any sort of brain drainin' fun stuff was over a year ago. Like, about 18 months now, I think." Your jaw drops. As far as you can tell, he's not lying, but the answer he gave is so hard to swallow. "You're fucking with me." "Oh no, I was gonna start that in a little bit, actually!" He guffaws on that one, but then he continues. "No, I'm serious, I haven't used my power on you in literally a year and a half. It's just what we did that last time that was a bit more extreme and permanent, so imagine my surprise when a year in, you started getting somewhat cognizant, out of nowhere?" You're still lost on all of this. Absolutely no memory of any of this, a clear difficulty in reading... It sounds like it all adds up, but he's right: your sudden lucidity is a clear outlier here. It's all the more unusual that you have no qualms with understanding words like 'cognizant' and 'lucidity.' "You didn't see any of this coming? That even your 'permanent' brain drain might not last forever?" "Well, why should it?" He shrugs. "I still have this sort of aura that lowers people's intellect ever so slightly, so if you're sticking with me all the time, why should you ever start getting smart again?" He rests his hand on your shoulder. "That's why I thought I'd do a little experiment, and see if you could end up a bit retrained for the world. We had a meeting like this a week ago, too, but clearly you don't remember that, and you had most of the same concerns. So now, I'm suspecting that perhaps your reading and memory capabilities, in specific, have permanently atrophied." "Shit, really...?" You have to ponder that for a while. "Okay, so we can assume there's no way to actually fix that, right...?" "I mean, we //probably// can fix it! It would just take a really long time, and it would be only so much less awkward than teaching a child to read! Or more awkward. I couldn't tell you." He shrugs again. You furrow your brow. "Alright, let's start right now, then!" His smile turns to a pout. "You sure, buddy? You did try that once, and I'm pretty sure that did a number on your brain then." He reaches over to the desk, and pull over a small pack of cards. "We'll start real easy: just read out what's on these cards, and don't work yourself too hard if your can't manage it!" You look at the first card he shows to you. As expected, you can't immediately decipher it. You put a bit more effort to determine what it's meant to be. There's two lines, one of them stacked on top of the other. That's it. You're almost certain you've seen it time and again, but as much as you search yourself, you can't give a clear answer. He sees the effort in your expression, and flips the card, with a clear concern on his lips. The new card is curvier, and is basically just a line that curves from one corner to another. Nothing. You don't get to dig deeper when he flips to the next card. Two more lines, joined at the bottom but not the top. Despite your struggle, nothing comes to mind. A new card up. It's just a fucking circle, you should know this...! That frustration combined with the unpredicted strain on your brain causes something to snap inside your head. ... "Fuck, there you go again... Honestly kinda wondering if I should stop trying to get you to read at all; this might actually start doing some damage, if I'm not careful..." --- In spite of what he said, it was too little too late. The strain you exerted caused a break that couldn't be repaired over time, and your brain remained in a stupor from that point onward. Somehow, the permanence of Brain Drain's power took longer than expected to set in, but set in it did. Once he realized there was no chance of you coming back from your more recent efforts, Brain Drain went back to plan A, and kept you as his dimwitted human pet. You were more difficult to keep well behaved than before, and there was the odd time where something in your head seemed to snap and leave you drooling stupidly mid-task. You didn't mind, obviously. This was what you were looking for in the first place. Not that you could really tell, at this point. //**Illiterate Secret Ending**// (set:$illiterate to 0) (display:"Ending")

(set:$no = (text-style: "blurrier"))You stir out of bed. The left side of your back aches, just around the end of your ribcage. The usual aches. They're a little more recurring now than when you started, but that was to be expected. You've been at the job for a good few years now. Still, you wish they could've waited until you hit your 30's before they came around //this// often... It doesn't keep you from getting out of bed, but it is a good excuse to keep you there a bit longer. You reach for your cellphone, hidden under one of your pillows. $no[16:03.] You can't actually tell what the numbers on your phone mean, but a look outside tells you it's mid-afternoon. It's been a while since you woke up in the morning, but knowing your job, there's hardly a better time to wake up. Granted, you don't actually start your shift until about 19:00, so you're tempted to just stay in bed. You toss the covers off of you, and yourself onto your feet. Taking a look through your underwear drawer, you find several pairs of boxer briefs of varying colours: a good amount of them are red or purple or pink, with a pair or two in black or blue. All of them have a small pocket in the front for either a cup or other padding. One of your seniors was quick to teach you that lesson on your first day: unless you wanted everyone staring at your crotch, you either padded or tucked your junk. She was kind about that lesson, and even complimented the size of your dick, awkward as it looked in the tight spandex. With your trunks around your waist and a pad in the front pocket, you work on donning said spandex suit. You slip the top on first, then slip your feet through the leggings, one at a time, until the "shorts" pull up over your briefs and the bottom hem of your shirt. The mask is next, which you adjust until the eyeholes line up, and the top of your hair sticks out from the crown of the mask. Your gloves and boots are at the door of your apartment, so you leave them be for now. Instead, you take a moment to look in the mirror and admire yourself, much as you can afford. The suit is as form-fitting as it ever is. The leggings run grey up from your feet, halfway up your thigh, before the zigzagging hems give way to a bubblegum pink fabric, with yellow stripes running between the grey fabric up to the black of the "short shorts." The bulge that sat in those shorts drew the eyes in, less due to its shape but its size. The shorts didn't help, as their hem cut down and inward, as if to point at your crotch. The grey midriff had stripes that carved out the sides of your abdomen, before the black chestpiece covered up from your ribs upward. Your emblem sat in the center of your chest, a contrasting white circle with two crisscrossed lightning bolts emblazened on top. The pink sleeves have yellow stripes running down your arms from underneath your shoulderpads, right down to the cuffs. You look back up to the neck, where the collar of your chestpiece hid all but the front of your undershirt's turtleneck, which covered up most of your adam's apple. The scruff of your chin was getting thicker than the peach fuzz you're used to, so you considered buzzing it down when you finished patrol today. The mask was last on your checklist, its black spandex hugging around your temples and just under your ears, covering the sides and back of your hair. You run your hands through the crown of your head to get the dyed orange hair to stick out. Hardly an unpleasant figure now! You have plenty of time before actual patrol starts. How you approach the day from here is up to your own discretion, but your stomach rumbles as a reminder to start your "day" correctly. It's hardly out of line to see superheroes in costume and eating at restaurants or having a fun time at bars, but you know you have a fair amount of food in the fridge still. [[Head out to eat.->Illiterate Cafe]] [[Check the fridge.->Illiterate Fridge]]

You don your gloves and boots, and take to the streets. There's a small cafe close to your place that serves some decent pastries and hot chocolate, so where better to catch a late breakfast? Upon arriving, you can see that the patio is half filled with customers, and the inside of the cafe is similarly populated. You place your order of an apple danish and medium hot chocolate, and as soon as it arrives, you take a seat near the south-side windows, away from the doors. It's not that you expect to take long to eat it, but you'd prefer to take things slow and relax, if you have this much time before your shift. A rapping on the window beside you makes it clear: you might not get such a luxury today. You turn to look, and see a familiar face. Or at least half of his face, anyway. Jordan Jules - better known as Brain Drain - stands a head shorter than you normally, but while you're seated, his head just barely reaches above your own. The massive spectacles adorned on his face obscure his eyes from sight, with a large spiral pattern covering the lens. You're still not certain he can see through those. His jet black hair is a mess that covers his forehead and the top of his ears. His collar is flipped up, masking most of his jawline. Most of what you can see of his face is a goofy grin. He jogs to the door of the cafe, when you see the man trailing behind him. He's easily twice the height of Brain Drain, and likely three times his weight. The mountain of muscle moves with a clumsy rhythm, but is hardly off balance. You see his head turn from on high, and his eyes look down to meet yours. You don't see a lot behind those eyes. He smiles and waves at you, as he follows Brain Drain. Of course, before he can even enter, you see Brain Drain giving the living wall some sort of orders, and with his head hung, he sits outside patiently as Brain Drain enters. "Well, look who it is," the villain greets you. "Everybody's favourite local hero, in the flesh!" Brain Drain makes a point to get as close and comfy with you as he can muster without it being obscene, wrapping his arm around your collar and nudging against your ribs like you've been pals for life. "Hey, you get my text earlier?" "Text..?" You pull out your phone to spot a recent message... kind of: (set: $to_me to (color:(rgb:183,222,169))) $no+$to_me[ **Brain Drain**] $no+$to_me[sup dumbass >;P] He must have sent it when you were walking to the cafe; you never could feel your phone vibrating when you're already in motion. Of course, you're recognizing that there might be something else to worry about with this. "Brand new to me, but I take it you wanted something...?" "Hah, no need to be so cold about it!" He nudges you some more. "I was just thinkin' we could have some fun, you and I! I'm runnin' a few errands right now, but if you come by the usual spot around midnight, we could tear it up for the night! Whattya say?" Again, huh...? Does he have to make a scene out of it, in the middle of a cafe, right in front of your danish? [[Sure->Illiterate Accept Cafe]] [[I'll pass->Illiterate Decline Cafe]]

Half a dozen eggs... A 2L carton of chocolate milk, already half-finished... Onions and bell peppers... Some boneless, skinless chicken breasts... Oh, a few of those are cooked leftovers from earlier in the week! You have some bread you baked earlier in the week, on one of your days off, too! Yeah, this is more than enough to make a serviceable breakfast! Part way through cooking, your phone buzzes against your right thigh. Two short vibrations: a text message. You take a look. (set: $to_me to (color:(rgb:183,222,169))) $no+$to_me[ **Brain Drain**] $no+$to_me[sup dumbass >;P] Um... Yeah... Something tells you that you might be coming up a bit short on something important... Your phone is quick to ring yet again, but the big image of an analog phone is a lot easier to decipher right now. You pick up and listen to the caller. "Hey, dumbass! It's BD! How's it going?" Oh good, him again. Jordan Jules, better known by his villain name Brain Drain, is a man who has the ability to dull a person's cognitive functions, and has put that power to his own selfish ends. You've encountered the man on a few occasions, and experienced both his ability //and// his selfish ends. The man may stand a head shorter than you, but his manhood stands its own head longer than your own seven inches. It wouldn't matter much to you, if he wasn't so proud of the difference himself... "Uh, pretty good. What's up?" Seems strange asking that, because it's pretty easy to tell what he wants. "I was thinking we could hang out later tonight, around midnight! Whattya say, bud?" Well, at least he's direct about it. You figure you won't be doing too much tonight, and you could always call him later, if things go awry. Can't say you're expecting that to happen... [[Sure->Illiterate Accept Call]] [[No thanks->Illiterate Decline Call]]

"Yeah, I guess I'm down for that. I'll catch you at the warehouse at midnight." "Alright~! See you then!" With that, he hangs up. Something seemed unusual about how he spoke to you, but you couldn't quite put your finger on it. (display:"Illiterate Eat At Home")

"Maybe not tonight," you say. "It might be a busy night, is all. Thanks." He chuckles at that. "Well, I'll be at the warehouse, if you change your mind!" With that, he hangs up. Something seemed unusual about how he spoke to you, but you couldn't quite put your finger on it. (display:"Illiterate Eat At Home")

Either way, you've got some food to eat. Or cook, rather; you had turned down the burner you were using to keep the eggs from burning. Not that it mattered... Scrambling eggs without milk usually leads to a dry end product. Homecooked meals tend to have a charm to them that is tough to match. Maybe it's the effort put into making a meal for yourself that gives it that satisfying and warm feeling? Either way, you feel energized and ready to tackle the night! Which sounds great, until you consider that it's still fairly early. About... You check your phone. $no[17:10.] Well, it hasn't been all that long, is all you know. You even made a point to take your time in eating that meal... Couldn't cook it much more gently, either. Well, that just means you have time to stretch your legs and get ready for the day to come! Just under two hours on the clock, probably, before your shift officially starts. A little bit of fresh air and exercise to warm you up for a night full of fresh air and exercise sounds like a great plan! Plus, who's to say you won't meet a new friend or something? [[Head outside!->Illiterate 17:30]]

{ (if: $Domtxt is 1)[[[Head to 104 25th Street->Dom Cage Temp]]] (else-if:$East is 1)[ (if:$BDtxt > 1 or $BD is 2 or $buff is 1)[[[Head to 104 25th Street->Dom Glory Hole]]] (else:)[[[Head to 104 25th Street->Dom Bondage]]] ] }

In truth, you're not surprised to find that nothing of note is going on outside yet. You do spot a few other heroes on your way around town, a couple of which you recognize. One happens to be on her usual shift, covering the same parts of town you do during the daytime, just up until you start. You chat it up with her for a while, and you both confirm that today's been abnormally quiet, which could go one of two ways for you: either tonight's going to be wild as hell, or just as quiet as the daytime. Obviously, you're hoping for the latter, for one reason or another. What's strange is, she notes that she hasn't seen you for quite a while. You're not actually sure what to make of that, because you haven't exactly left the city at any point in the last little while. Even so, the next hour and a half seems to go by fairly quickly, and before you know it, your phone's alarm buzzes. (display: "Illiterate 19:00")

Your shift has officially begun, and thankfully you're already on the streets and more or less on patrol. The sun has hardly begun to set, but most of the streets are already darkened by the shadows of the apartments and corporate towers. You have time to survey a lot of the city before most criminal activity would pick up. [[Observe the West End->Illiterate West 1]] [[Observe the East End->Illiterate East 1]]

(if: $BD is 1)[The west end itself doesn't seem to have many issues at the moment. What it does have is a familiar face, or at least a familiar pair of oversized glasses sitting atop a half-hidden face. "Haha, would you look who it is," Brain Drain exclaims. He pats your shoulder as he approaches. "How's it hanging, PC? Looks like you're super diligent in your job today, huh?" You give him a soft chuckle. "I mean I barely started my day, but sure." The two of you talk for a while. There's something about your conversation that seems... off, though? He's getting particularly excited about his hobbies outside of the job, which is nice, but he keeps bringing up various books he's gotten into, and even asking if you've gotten into anything yourself. You actually feel kind of guilty that you haven't really dived into any literature as of late, but it does make you think that it's been an odd while since you've really indulged //any// reading habits, and you can't recall exactly //how// long... Eventually, he gets back to his earlier business, whatever that might be. He never made clear. Given each of your occupations, it makes sense why he'd keep quiet around you, and you can hardly hold it against him.]\ \(else:)[The west end is fairly quiet today, which isn't unusual. From everything you've seen on the job, you can safely say that the west end is the quieter side of town, when it comes to criminal activity. All in all, nothing out of the ordinary.] You take your time observing the west end for a bit longer. You eventually check your phone. $no[20:30.] You... assume that it's been about an hour and a half. You've been trying not to dwell on what's been going on today, but you also figure //someone// might have an idea as to what's going on, or would at least want to hear about this. [[Observe the East End->Illiterate East 2]]

The east end is often a bit noisier for folks in your line of work. Criminal activity ends up being a bit more common around here, likely due to the increasing poverty and unemployment rate. It's a sad sight to see in action, and you only wish your job was better suited to fixing that specific problem, but it's almost as if the city itself was pushing the people here into this awful position. There's a few petty crimes here and there: a purse theft in the middle of the streets that you couldn't quite stop; an attempted robbery at a corner store, that you try and talk them out of - with a bit more success, since you only had to knock one of them - and offered a bit of extra help in getting some more money in less criminal means; and you swear you spotted a pickpocket at work, but you couldn't quite confirm it, since the one person they might have stolen from was a very visibly rich white woman who was already busy giving a couple of men a hard time. You... feel like all of this is fairly familiar, to another day's events. Of course, the days do tend to blend together in this business. Speaking of blending, though, you've noticed that a lot of the signage and other usually legible objects are notably less legible for you. Specifically them, in fact. Your vision doesn't seem off, or anything... Maybe someone has some answers for you...? [[Observe the West End->Illiterate West 2]]

The east end is often a bit noisier for folks in your line of work. Criminal activity ends up being a bit more common around here, likely due to the increasing poverty and unemployment rate. It's a sad sight to see in action, and you only wish your job was better suited to fixing that specific problem, but it's almost as if the city itself was pushing the people here into this awful position. There's a few petty crimes here and there: a purse theft in the middle of the streets that you couldn't quite stop; an attempted robbery at a corner store, that you try and talk them out of - with a bit more success, since you only had to knock one of them - and offered a bit of extra help in getting some more money in less criminal means; and you swear you spotted a pickpocket at work, but you couldn't quite confirm it, since the one person they might have stolen from was a very visibly rich white woman who was already busy giving a couple of men a hard time. You... feel like all of this is fairly familiar, to another day's events. Of course, the days do tend to blend together in this business. Speaking of blending, though, you've noticed that a lot of the signage and other usually legible objects are notably less legible for you. Much like your phone, actually. You still don't know what time it is, exactly, but maybe if you check where the sun is in the sk-- Oh, it's night time. Been like that for a bit, too. Damn. Maybe it's a good idea to stay close to the warehouse that Brain Drain is usually around... [[Go to the piers->Illiterate Piers]]

The west end is fairly quiet today, which isn't unusual. From everything you've seen on the job, you can safely say that the west end is the quieter side of town, when it comes to criminal activity. All in all, nothing out of the ordinary. You take your time observing the west end for a bit longer. You eventually check your phone. $no[22:00.] You feel like you're checking your phone out of force of habit... The good news is, you can still tell the time //decently// by looking at the position of the s-- oh, it's down. And it's been down for a little while, now. Damn. Maybe it's a good idea to stay close to the warehouse that Brain Drain is usually around... [[Go to the piers->Illiterate Piers]]

You're really just staking out the piers for Brain Drain to pop up, since you... can't really tell what time it is right now, and you //know// he'll be here around midnight. Even so, you are technically on the job still, so, there's that. You check around the piers for a little while, to no avail. There really isn't anything going on around here? Not even an off-the-books drug or weapon deal? You do spot a dealer hooking up a guy with some weed, but... well, it's //weed!// You're not a fuckin' narc! Let a bitch get his buzz! You're pretty sure they spot you, and you just give them a nervous wave as you waltz to the other side of one of the nearby warehouses. Well, if the city's this quiet tonight, you can justify taking a break. You grab a slice from a local pizzeria along the waterfront. It's one of the few places that's not too quick to accept flashing your hero agency ID card as payment, as you recall. Of course, that doesn't really matter, since you seem to have misplaced it... You think it might be at home, but there's also this nagging thought in the back of your head that tells you it's not there either... One way or another, you pay for the slice and tip them a $10 on your way out. At least, you assume you do; the bill looked like it should've been a $10, and they certainly didn't complain about it. You trot down the boardwalk as you eat, doing your best to admire the view of the waterfront, in spite of the darkness of night blanketing the city. You pull your phone out to check it, before realizing how futile an action that is... Luckily, however, you spot a familiar silhouette walking toward a specific warehouse! Finally, it's time to get some answers! And maybe some dick. That'd be nice, too. [[Go to Brain Drain's warehouse->Illiterate Secret Ending]]

(set:$V to 1)The downtown is bustling, much as you expected at this hour. For that reason, it's safe to assume nothing major's going to happen here. All the same, you just started your shift, so you try to take your patrol of the area somewhat seriously. At least, that's what you do for the first half-hour. Eventually you just get bored of it. That's when you spot a familiar jacket and updo in the street. You remember meeting him once at a recent meeting for the hero agency, but didn't get to talk a //lot// with him. Vortex was his name, wasn't it? He seemed to have some kind of interest in you back then, and you did think he was pretty cute then, and he certainly hasn't gotten any less cute since. "Hey, Vortex, how's it going?" You greet him, and he returns it. "Pretty boring night so far, huh?" "Yeah, nothing's turning up on my end," he remarks. "It might be a long night. Are you busy with any threads?" "Not really," you reply. "Can't say I'm not glad that we get boring nights like this, but it's rough when you're running solo." You catch the words you're saying a bit late. He might take that as an invite to make a move. It's not like you're against it, but it's not really like you to be so forward. Even if there was nothing //forward// about that statement... "Well," he wiggles his eyebrows a bit at you. "We don't //have// to run it solo, do we? If you're down, we can check around the city together." Well, at least he's open to the idea. You're not really against it, either, but you do have other obligations you might want to consider. Like {(if:$M is 1)[your meeting with Morph-eus.] (else-if:$Domtxt is 1)[checking on that guy who texted you earlier.] (else-if:$BD > 1)[Brain Drain's offer.] (else:)[that one thing... Well, okay, you don't actually have any other obligations to consider yet, //but still!//]} You do want to get to know him a bit better, though... (display:"Vortex Tree") (display:"Dom Tree") (display:"Morph Tree") [[Decline, and head to the west end->West End 2]] [[Decline, and head to the east end->East End 2]]

(set:$eu to 1)The downtown is bustling, much as you expected at this hour. For that reason, it's safe to assume nothing major's going to happen here. You're still in the middle of your shift, though, so you try to take your patrol of the area somewhat seriously. And it's a good thing you did: a robbery seems to be taking place nearby! You're on the scene within a minute, and take note of your surroundings. A car's parked out front, so it's likely the getaway car. They didn't expect to be here long at all. They must have spotted you, because you spy the driver hopping out of the front seat with a pistol out. You take cover from the oncoming fire, and try to think of an appropriate approach. Before you can come up with a plan, you hear a yelp from the car, and wheel back around to see what's happening. A man in a blue costume and green skin is hoisting up the shooter with his... tentacles! One of his arms is shaped like an octopus' appendage, and with his other arm he clocks the shooter in the jaw. He must have angled it perfectly, as the man is knocked out instantly. You come out from cover to meet your help. "Guess who's back in town," he exclaims to you, but before the introduction can get any further, you hear the clamoring in the bank as the remaining robbers try to make their way out. They're armed with shotguns, but only for a second. You shoot a current through the guns, giving it just enough voltage to force them to drop the firearms. It's a little clumsy and rushed, since those guns could fire as they hit the ground, but it's just your luck that the pellets released hit the tires more than anything. The robbers look at each other, and back at the two of you, before raising their arms in surrender. The two of you let the police handle the rest of the situation on arrival, and leave the scene. Discovery throws his arms around you in a tight hug. The two of you know each other pretty well: Eu-Tteum Han - Autumn, for folks who don't know Korean that well, and Discovery, for when he's on the job - is a half-Forsethean hero. Forsetheans are a race of people from a few solar systems away who have the ability to transform their body and body parts at will, and Discovery picked that trait up and uses it on the regular as his hero ability. "So you're on the job right now too, right," he asks. "Maybe we should do a few runs of the city together, and meet back up at my place? Sound good?" "Well, I mean, we can cover more ground split up." You don't know why you bothered to say that. This night has been obscenely quiet, aside from the little skirmish you just dealt with a moment ago. "I'm down to meet up with you later, though." You give him a wink, and hope that it translates out through your mask. He gives you a beaming smile, and pats you on the back. "Alright, good to hear, bud! I'll catch you in a bit, then!" With that, he takes off. Specifically as a... falcon, you think. He'd know better than you what kind. You continue through the downtown for a bit longer, before checking your phone. 22:00. (if: $M is 1)[(set:$M to 2) Crap, you're bound to be a little late to meet Morph-eus now... They probably won't mind too much. At least you have other business that you could use as an excuse.](if:$East is 1)[ You still have an address you can stake out, if you think the risk is worth it.](else:)[ Time to move on, probably to the piers.] [[Check out the piers->Piers]] (display:"Dom Tree") (display:"Morph Tree")

{ (if: $M is 1)[[[Head to 420 69th Street->Morpheus Early]]] (else-if: $M is 2)[[[Head to 420 69th Street->Morpheus Late]]] (else-if: $M is 3)[[[Head to 420 69th Street->Morph Bad End]]] }

{ (if:$M is 1)[[[Accept Vortex's Offer->Vortex Morph]]] (else:)[[[Accept Vortex's Offer->Vortex Patrol]]] }

You give him a friendly grin. "Sure, why not? I wouldn't mind a change of pace tonight--" Hold on, change? You recall your earlier arrangement with Morph-eus. "Actually, lemme just text someone real quick. I had an arrangement earlier I need to reschedule." His curiosity shows as you explain. "Really? Who with?" "It's this fellow called 'Morph-eus,' apparently. I haven't actually met them before; they kind of texted me out of the blue this morning." "Oh, Morph-eus?" Vortex taps your shoulder. "Hey, in that case, just tell them you've got a plus-one! They know me already, and I kinda wanna talk to them myself." That piques your own curiosity, but you choose to run with Vortex's plan. The two of you do a short patrol just around the area of Morph-eus' apartment complex, and as the clock inches closer to 22:00, you make your way up the elevator and up to their door. You give the door a light rapping, before their voice rings out from the other side. "Come in, boys~" Upon entering the apartment, you can see the decor is ethereal in its placement, or that seems to be the angle Morph-eus was aiming for: several walls are painted with maps of constellations, and part of the ceiling has continuations of such markers. Better than stucco, at least. The furniture's fabric had to be designed with a complicated gradient of colours, namely one that you would never expect someone to willingly make by hand, not without a generous commission. You and Vortex remove your boots as you enter. Morph-eus looks at you with their uncovered eye, an eyebrow raised. There's a smirk on their lips. "Well, this isn't a repeat client I was expecting... Vortex, wasn't it?" It's at this point you notice Vortex's own expression is disgruntled. "Yeah, that's right. Good to know you //remember// me." You get the distinct feeling you've accidentally put yourself in the crossfires of something. Morph-eus twirls their hair in one hand. "Hm, yes, well... I do apologize about that. There are times when my power has unexpected side effects..." "Memory wipe along with a lot more permanent end results than initially agreed upon?" Vortex crosses his arms. "Awfully convenient side effects, I have to admit. It's funny, too, that you knew that I knew about that!" "Um." You inch back to your boots. If you're quiet, you could slip out without either of them being any the wiser. "Yes, a little bird had told me about that, a week or two after his own frustration had peaked. Those side effects are mostly dependent on my mood, you see--" "And you were just irate enough over someone being about //five minutes late// to an appointment?" "Time is precious; besides, most people at least text ahead of time if they're going to be late." "//Five minutes...!//" Vortex sighs. "Look, can you just turn me back into a top? I'll call it all squared up if we do that much." "Of course... Please, have a seat." Those last words have a tinge of guilt in them, but you can't help but feel a little bit of salt in there too. They turn to you. "If you don't mind, I think you and I should reschedule for another time, if //you're// looking for something in particular." You gesture a pair of finger guns at them, as you walk backward through the open door. "You got it! Just... Gimme the word when you got an opening, or whatever...!" With that, you close the door and sit in the hallway. You probably didn't even need to leave, but you had your fill of the energy in that room. Given what they discussed, though, you eagerly await Vortex's return. The minutes pass. Not particularly quickly, mind. You check your phone idly, but you hardly have anything to scroll through right now. Besides, your data plan isn't exactly the greatest, and you don't want to run it up too fast. Fifteen minutes into your wait time, you see the door open, and Vortex exits, scratching the back of his head. You hop onto your feet, and give him a grin. "So how'd it go, big guy?" You see the corners of his cheeks under his facemask curl into a smile. "Why don't we find out? You live nearby, don't you?" You nod, and the both of you trek to your apartment. You barely get through the door and get your boots off when you feel Vortex's weigh pushing you down onto your mattress, tummy first. You chuckle and turn to look at him, seeing him pull down your tights and exposing your cheeks to him. "Damn, haven't felt this good about seeing an ass like this in a while..!" He gives you a few light taps, and your butt jiggles lightly in response. He kneads your muscled behind in his hands, massaging your glutes for a full minute. You wiggle around in his grip. His hands feel so nice on your skin, but you're more eager for what comes next. His thumbs start to tease your pucker, as if in response to your desire. He starts to stretch your hole gently, pulling it open and running along your rim. All this foreplay is making you sensitive to his touch. You want more, so much more! One of his hands leaves your ass to pull down his own trousers. As they fall to the floor, you feel the heat of his cock kissing against your hole. It takes a moment or two, as well as a healthy helping of his pre, but eventually your ass gives way to his entry. He pushes himself deep into you. Inch after inch has you moaning in delight, and soon you feel his belly and crotch pressed against your rear. You hear him moan, as he lowers himself to your ear. "Fuck, I've missed this... Your ass feels so good...!" You chuckle. "If it feels good now, just wait until we really get into it!" You wiggle your ass against him, feeling his girthy cock rub around inside you. He shudders. The heat in the room collects on your cheeks. He lifts himself up and claps his hands around your waist. He moves inside you, pulling back and pushing inside further than before. The force of his dick is an explosion of sexual energy inside your gut, and you want more. He gives you just what you want, as his thrusts pick up gradually. You can feel his skin rub against yours, the touch like small sparks that turn you on more and more. His grip is secure around your waist. If this is Vortex topping when he's out of practice, you definitely want more of what he's giving you! You can hardly help yourself when you tighten around his cock, and the impending orgasm only speeds itself up. Try as you might, you can only resist the urge for another couple of seconds, and you paint the bed below you in the translucent white of your cum. Your gasps and moans don't deafen his own, as he pushes harder into you and pants. It doesn't take long before his seed spurts inside of you, his cock pulsing against your tight walls over and over again. He chuckles, pulling out and lying down on your mattress. His dick is only beginning to soften. You smile, and throw yourself on the bed beside him. Without a word, his arms slip around you and pull you in, his belly pushing against your back. He feels so soft. You can't help but doze off in his arms. You don't get the chance to tell what time it is when you're woken up by his groans. "Goddamnit..." Drowsily, you reply. "What's up... Whuhappened?" "So I'm almost certain Morph-eus played me, because I think I'm back in bottom mode right now..." Your eyes shoot open, and you immediately reach to your phone. Your thumbs strike the screen at rapid pace. $txt+$from_me[ **You**] $txt+$from_me[change him back to a top, full-time. N O W] //**Vortex Top Ending**// (display:"Ending")

(set:$V to 2)You give him a friendly grin. "Sure, why not? I don't mind a crossover every once in a while!" You got a good chuckle out of him with that one. You compare notes for the evening as you meander through the downtown for a bit, and agree to check the east end out for a bit. High unemployment and poverty rates make it a prime spot for criminal activity, and while you can't fix the root of those problems from your positions, you //can// keep damage to a minimum. It's hardly a busy day in the east end, but you get exactly what the two of you expected out of it. You pick and choose the crimes you respond to: some drunk idiot starting a fight in the street gets your attention faster than a pickpocket you catch out the corner of your eye that //might// have snatched something from a pompous, rich man. You spend a good couple of hours on the street, and at one point you both volunteer to grab something to eat. You both claim you're not hungry whenever the topic comes up. By the third time, you give each other a look, as you start to recognize the other's intentions. You end up distracted, however, as Vortex grabs your arm and points to a nearby store. A local carpet store, by the looks of it, but your attention is drawn to a suspicious car parked in front, with one person anxious at the wheel, and some raised voices coming from the inside of the storefront. Vortex is already making his way to the scene, heading toward the getaway car, so you follow suit, heading inside the store. You're met with two armed robbers and the store owner. Both have their guns in their hands, but only one is pointed at the owner. You wasted no time in entering the store, so stealth is right out, and the robbers are already turned to your entry. It might have been out of fear or nerves, seeing a masked man approach their heist, or perhaps it was overconfidence that they could remove a hero from the picture if they handled you right away, but they turn their guns on you. It's exactly what you were looking for. You duck into a roll toward the one furthest from the owner. Their first shots are a clear miss, and the robber you approached was nowhere near prepared for you to go for him. The current is already running between your fingertips, and before he can adjust his aim, it's running through his body. He yelps, and begins to fall to the floor. His grip loosens on the pistol, and you take that opportunity to snatch it out of the air. That's when the other robber fires his second shot. It's close - //very close// - but you fall toward his partner's tased body. You take aim with your own pistol, and to your luck, you got the right angle. You pull the trigger, and out flies the bullet. A loud clang erupts as it collides with the second robber's gun, sending it flying from his hands, and he curses as it does. You throw yourself onto your feet as fast as you can. You're met with a fist flying to your face, but you guard it with your left forearm. You keep your eyes on the assailant as he throws his punches, ducking and blocking as you can. You take one to the side, but he leaves himself open for a counter. A jab, a straight, and he's off balance. You close in and run a current through his body, and after a moment, he's out cold. Seeing as it wasn't superpowered individuals robbing the carpet store, the police take over the rest of the situation. Vortex reconvenes with you after the two of you give the cops a quick report on the robbery. "So you got some boxing skills under your belt, huh?" You give him a sheepish chuckle. "You saw that? I probably shouldn't have let it get to a fistfight, but I was having trouble just catching one of his punches." "Well, you looked pretty good doing it. But what happened at the end of that punch out there? Did you tase him or something?" "I mean, basically, yeah!" You raise up your hand and run a current between your index and your thumb. Just enough of one that it's visible. "Gave him a couple thousandths of an amp; just as long as he doesn't have a heart monitor or anything like that, he should be fine, but it locks most people up for a good couple of minutes!" "Hm, really...?" He looks away, lost in thought. Did seeing your power first-hand give him some ideas of something...? "Well, in any case, I think my shift's nearly done. You wanna head over to my place?" You can't actually see his mouth, but you swear you see his mask shift into the contour of a wily grin. (if:$BD >= 1 or $buff is 1)[You recall that you still had that invite from Brain Drain to consider. Maybe Vortex would be down to head to the warehouse instead? [[Head to Brain Drain's warehouse->BD Meeting]]] [[Head to Vortex's place->Vortex Home]]

You could probably convince him to just let loose on you at this point. That said, it's still probably safer that you take a monster python like his slowly, even after all that prep work. [[Take it slow->Buff Gentle]] [[Let him let loose->Buff Rough]]

It's only a week later, at most, when you text Morph-eus again, and ask for them to shrink your dick again. When you arrive at their apartment, their greeting is just as warm and courteous as the first time, but you can't help but feel there's a tinge of excitement behind their voice. You think you might just be projecting, since you're fairly excited about this yourself. They take you down, and as far as you can tell, nothing changes in what they tell you. Before you know it, you're back home, in bed, and fading into sleep. --- You stir from your sleep quite easily, for once. No real aches or anything to note. What //is// of note, though, is what's resting between your legs. You don't even bother pulling back the covers, and just reach down to your crotch, where your tiny friend sits, tinier than ever. Hm, hold on. You run your thumb along the length of it a few times. Is it //actually// tinier than ever? The thought prompts you to pull back the covers and take a look. It's... very subtle, but its flaccid state does seem just a bit smaller than last week's adventure. You take your time to get yourself as hard as you can manage, then measure it out. It's //under// three inches this time! Maybe your body willed the change to get a bit more extreme? Maybe Morph-eus snuck in a tiny detail that you missed? Then again, you can hardly complain about getting shrunken down a half-inch when you were already prepared to lose three inches or so. You get up and look in the mirror, specifically at the tiny erection you're sporting. It's weird, but there's not a trace of shame or embarrassment about this for you. Hell, you were excited over the humiliation you'd receive over this before. As you look at your cocktail wiener, you can't help but feel a sense of pride and confidence. Who else has a dick like this, after all? This thing's one in a million, and it'd be a //privilege// for some lucky fellow to ride this! The thought of someone riding your little rocket brings a few things to mind, notably the realization that Morph-eus must really have twisted this change around to make you //want// to top someone. The other thought that comes to mind is of a certain someone that would gladly ride it, given the chance. $txt+$from_me[ **You**] $txt+$from_me[hey, are you doing anything tonight? i got a little somethin' with your name on it ;P] You put your phone down on your bed to get yourself suited up, only for it to ring within seconds of hitting the mattress. $txt+$to_me[ **Brain Drain**] $txt+$to_me[OH FUCK YEAH DUDE] $txt+$to_me[LET'S GO RIGHT NOW WAREHOUSE] Perhaps "would gladly ride it" was an understatement. Either way, you've suited up and arrived at the warehouse, and Brain Drain is waiting there anxiously. Upon your arrival, he practically hops out of his pants right there. You can't help but smirk at his giddy expression upon seeing you. "You sure look ready to go," you remark. Before he gets a chance to do it himself, you get a hold of him and toss him onto the mattress. You know what he's here for, and figure you might as well give him what he's been waiting for. You slide down your leggings and briefs together, revealing your shrunken dick to him. Before you can pull your bottomwear to your knees, he's climbed up to your crotch and started kissing and licking around your nub. Any other day, you'd have trouble dealing with someone being so eager to service you like this, but right now, you're relishing in it. Of course he's excited to get at your cock and swallow as much as he can. It's not a hard task to do that, of course; he's choking more on your pubic hairs than your length. All the flavour with none of the awkward gagging and coughing? You almost wish you'd find someone your size to do the same. Right now, though, it's all about you and what you want out of him, and how convenient! He wants exactly the same thing! He pulls off your shaft, and your cock is standing hard. "Fuck," he exclaims, "I love this little thing!" "Sure hope you do, because you're gonna be getting real familiar with it tonight!" You help him turn around, and with his help, you pull down his trousers. This is probably the first time you've ever gotten this close of a look of his ass. It's not actually that remarkable, all things considered, but just one look at his winking hole is getting you excited. You've barely got your thumb tracing over his pucker before he calls back to you: "Don't worry about fingering me first, dude! I just wanna feel that little guy open me up!" You chuckle a bit, before following his request. You push your little dick against his hole, and with one push, his ass engulfs the whole cock. He shudders and sighs, and relaxes around you. "Fuck... That feels so good..." You can make it feel better, though. You push in just a bit deeper, aiming yourself down toward his own crotch, and he moans. You must've hit his prostate with that one. "How about that? You like how that feels, right?" "Fuck yeah... Just keep hitting that...!" As if you had any other plans. You take your thrusts slow at first, teasing him just a little, making sure to press his g-spot over and over again. He can't keep quiet as you rock back and forth inside his hole. Every time you pull back, you threaten to pull out altogether, but that's all part of the fun. You hit his prostate with complete ease, while all the 'pain' is from his pucker getting stretched open over and over again? Why wouldn't he be moaning from such a stellar fuck? His moaning picks up, and you can feel him tightening around your cocktail wiener, milking as much pleasure out of you as he can while he reaches his own climax. You pump yourself as deep as you'll go - not much deeper than you were before - and you feel the pressure release inside him as he roars in ecstasy himself. "Yeah, you love that cock, don't you," you hear yourself growl to him. For just a moment, you actually recognize the absurdity in your actions, almost as if your orgasm gave you a short moment of lucidity. Are you actually getting cocky over being a small-dicked top...? Either that moment fades away quickly, or it turns you on even further, because you're back on your shit in seconds, looking at his pucker as you pull out and admiring your handiwork. He looks up at you, wearing a goofy grin much like the one you suspect you've worn when looking at him. "What'd you pull out for, dude? You're not actually done, are you?" You can't see through his thick glasses, but you imagine they're pleading to you. And how could you deny those eyes, that you've never actually seen? You flip Brain Drain over and take him yet again, working him over again and again, as much as your body will allow. You must've done just that, as you find yourself waking up underneath him, his palm tapping rapidly against your cheek, a frantic grimace on his cheeks. You grumble, and look between your legs, and you can see the dick that lies there definitely isn't as short as it was the last you saw it. "Fuck," you moan, "sorry, I didn't mean to doze off like that... but I guess fun time's over, huh?" He gives you an almost comical 'harumph,' as his face turns down to your crotch. "All you had to do was stay awake another couple of minutes, man... I think you're gonna have to do something to make me forgive you~" He pushes himself back until he's between your legs, and he lifts them up to expose your own hole. You chuckle. Just as you think he's going to take you, he hops back up and drops your legs onto the mattress. You look over to see him pull out something from the desk. A box is in his hands as he comes back over, labelled with a black jockstrap-like harness, sporting a distinctly short dildo on the crotch. "I just remembered, I got this so you wouldn't have to keep asking for Morph-eus to shrink your cock when I wanna bottom!" "Damn, it's almost scary how enthusiastic you are about tiny dicks..." //**Morph-eus Temporary Small Dick Extended Ending**// (display:"Ending")

You've been to Discovery's place a few times before, so it's not difficult finding your way there. Another apartment building. You're fairly certain a hero in this city would have to be one of the big-leaguers before being able to make a paycheck that could afford any better than Eu-Tteum's. As far as apartments go, his is well decorated, with all sorts of posters of scantily-clad women and men in passive, suggestive poses. There's also a small handful of action and comedy movie posters along the walls. Eu-Tteum is lying on his bed, fiddling with a game controller. The game on the screen of his television is a third-person shooter, or is it a beat-em-up? You can't tell, as he pauses the game upon seeing you arrive. "Hey, glad you could make it, dude!" He hops up and gives you another hug, which you return. "So how'd the patrol go, big man? Find any more stooges after our little tussle?" "Nah, it was a pretty bland night." You shrug. "So what's the plan?" He smirks at that. "Ready and raring to go already? First, lemme show you something that just came in!" He hops over to his computer desk and pulls out a headgear with a visor on it. There are a small handful of antennae sticking out from the top and back. The design doesn't look like any Earth-based aesthetic, so you assume it's from off-planet. "Ta-da~! The Brainscape Helmet! This baby was express mail from Forseth! We've got all those kinky brainwashing helmet fantasies running around on the net here, but Forseth weaponized //and// commercialized that shit!" He nudges you gently. "And it's //pretty// effective, given how a few other buds of mine have been talking about it~ Wanna give it a spin? We can just fuck, too, if you want!" You can't help but admit your intrigue for the helmet. Even so, you know that Eu-Tteum has a tendency to be... Not really unpredictable, but impulsive in his decisions when it comes to sex. He's never done anything you're actually unwilling to do, but you can tell that if you're not firm and clear in what you want, he'll do whatever he pleases. (if:$euSelect is 0 or $BD >= 3 or $dogSecret is 1)[At least he gave you room to make one choice here. You figure you'll just gamble with whatever else he offers.](else-if:$euSelect is 1)[Tonight, you have a pretty clear idea what you want, though.] (if:$BD >= 3)[[[Let's just fuck->Discovery BD Tag Team End]] [[Let's try out the helmet->Discovery BD Tag Team End]]]\ \(else-if:$dogSecret is 1)[[[Let's just fuck->Discovery Dog Collar End]] [[Let's try out the helmet->Discovery Dog Collar End]]]\ \(else-if:$euSelect is 1)[(link-reveal-goto: "Give me some horse dick!", "Discovery Tops")[(set:$eu_choice to 1)] (link-reveal-goto: "Give me some tentacle dick!", "Discovery Tops")[(set:$eu_choice to 2)] (link-reveal-goto: "Get really hands on with me!", "Discovery Tops")[(set:$eu_choice to 3)] (link-reveal-goto: "Can you give me an ear-fucking fantasy?", "Discovery Brainscape")[(set:$eu_choice to 1)] (link-reveal-goto: "Can you turn me into a drone?", "Discovery Brainscape")[(set:$eu_choice to 2)] (link-reveal-goto: "Can you make me a cheerleader kind of persona?", "Discovery Brainscape")[(set:$eu_choice to 3)]]\ \(else:)[[[Let's just fuck->Discovery Tops]] [[Let's try out the helmet->Discovery Brainscape]]]

(if:$V is 2)[Vortex leads the way to his place. As it turns out, it's not all that far from your own place! You look around, and wager you're about 5 or 6 city blocks from your own apartment building. It's info you keep in your back pocket for now; you'll get a chance to bring it up later. For now, you stand by as he unlocks the door to his flat.]\ \(else:)[You send a text to Vortex, and within a few minutes, he gives you an address. You remark to yourself how the location isn't far from your own place, as you make your way down. Vortex meets you just outside of the apartment building, and guides you inside, unlocking the door to his flat.] Vortex's apartment is modest, much like your own. Taking a look at the posters of rock and hip-hop artists lining his walls, you can safely say he's put more effort into decoration. There's also a poster of an anime that seems to be centered around a ninja aesthetic, which might explain his own outfit's facemask. Vortex beckons you to his bedside, and you both sit there for a moment or two. The silence becomes awkward fairly quickly. Neither of you make a move at first, until Vortex coughs. "So, what do you wanna do?" "I'm... not too picky," you admit to him. "Whatever you're looking to do, I'll probably be into it." You look each other in the eyes for a moment. (if:$V is 2)[You recall earlier, when neither of you wanted to grab something to eat, and now you're both acting as if the other should take charge of the situation.](else:)[This insistent that the other should take the lead like this...] It doesn't take long to realize the truth of the issue: you're both bottoms. "This..." Vortex stammers a bit. "This is a bit awkward, huh?" "I mean, it's not as if we can't just... There's probably something we can do without a top around?" Vortex chuckles. "I have a toy or two we can work with, yeah.(if:$V is 2)[ But maybe there's something //you've// got that might do the trick here, too~!]" [[Try out a toy of his->Vortex Double Dildo]] [[Eat each other out->Vortex 69]] (if:$V is 2)[[[Get creative with your powers (for once)->Vortex ElectroStuff]]]

Brain Drain gives the two of you a smirk. Though, the smirk disappears, as he looks at the door. "Hell, you can't be serious..." Before you can turn around, you feel a sharp pain, and suddenly everything goes black. --- It takes a moment before you come to your senses. You rub your head to ease the splitting headache that's emerged there. You look up to see Vortex staring down at you. His arm reaches out to you, and you take it, letting him hoist you back to your feet. "Nice of you to join us again! How's your head?" "Haven't had any complaints." He rolls his eyes. "Yeah, no, I'm alright. What hit me, though?" That's when you spot a middle-aged man in the corner of the room, tied up and glaring at the two of you. Brain Drain is standing over him. "Yeah, so this asshole here-" He gives the man's leg a boot, "is one Mr. Dominic Cage, who happened to be a work partner of mine a short while ago, helping me get some info for my next couple of stunts." You briefly wonder if you should remind him that he's currently in the company of //two// superheroes, as he continues to elaborate on his villainous work. "The details are a bit dicey, but Dom was supposed to report back to me in the next couple of days with whatever deets he could find to help with my next heist, and get a few other targets on my board. So then we arrive at the 'now,' where //somebody// has decided to pay me a personal visit and knock out my company!" His kicks get more aggressive, before Vortex puts a hand on his shoulder. Brain Drain shrugs him off, and throws himself face to face with his uninvited guest. "Care to explain, fuckwad?" Dom winces back, but otherwise stays silent. "If he wanted to join in," you chime in, "he could've tried asking //politely?//" It's at this point that you recall the man who texted you earlier today. Is this really the guy?(if:$DomBDVortex is 1)[ Well, given how 'highly' Brain Drain spoke of him earlier, that's probably a no-brainer.] "If I had to take a guess," Vortex muses, "I bet the information he got ended up being a bit juicier than either of you bargained for. Might as well take out the competition and take it for himself if he can, right?" He flexes. "'Course, I doubt he was expecting to deal with //three// of us!" You blush. It's a little embarrassing that you were knocked out so fast, but at least the situation was handled. "Alright, then what do we do with him? I doubt taking him to the police will benefit you, BD." "I mean if this //bitch-//" he kicks the man's leg again, "has any good sense, he's not gonna tell the cops what info he got, or how he got it! We can just call them up and toss him their way, who gives a shit. Say he was breaking and entering, and assaulted a civil servant." You rub your head. The charge would check out, really. And what's more, you're probably the best person to prove it, since you have the bump on your crown and the uniform. "Alright, guess I can wait outside for them to show." The man is pretty easy to get on his feet, and escorting him out the door to await his ride doesn't come with much of a fight. You're not necessarily sure why at first. From behind you, though, you hear Vortex and Brain Drain giggling to one another, and one of them saying something to the tune of "While we wait for him to get back~..." You glance back at first, then to Dom, and he's already glancing at you with a smirk pushing up his cheeks. You think you know how these next few minutes are going to go... Either way, he sits down quietly enough, as you lean back against the warehouse wall. The police in this city aren't exactly prompt, you've found, so you aren't expecting to see them come around for another few minutes. Dom chooses to be completely silent, but the grin doesn't seem to disappear. Nor does he stop looking at you. You want to assume he has a reason for this, //other// than what you expect it to be. "Something funny, old man?" He doesn't answer. He doesn't have to. You hear a groan from within the warehouse. It's Vortex, at first, but Brain Drain's voice joins in. They've answered for him, and it's exactly what you expected. Regardless of what he knows of you, or you know of him, he scoped out that you'd react to their mischief in your abscence. Your face already feels warm, and you can feel the tightness in your briefs. Wait, shit, that's not going to show through the packing, is it? You try to pick him up, only to find he's a lot more insistent to stay where he is. "You want to move now? You told the police you'd meet them here, didn't you?" His sneer tells all. You just glare at him. The sound of their fucking is just loud enough that you can hear their moans muffled by the walls. You bet the police won't be able to hear much of it - though they'll likely stop once they hear the cars pull up - but does it matter? //You// can hear them right now, and you're pretty sure if they keep it up, you'll get your own embarrassing charges to deal with! You're not even sure why the sound of them fucking without you is turning you on this much! You grimace, and just do your best to distract yourself with the scenery around you. Warehouses. Yep, nothing more unsexy than warehouses, right? Of course, you're struggling to pull your focus from the moaning inside the warehouse directly behind you. All you can do is flex your thighs as much as you can muster to keep the blood out of your dick, and hope that it's enough to keep things from getting embarrassing between you and the cops. It takes about 8 minutes for the police to arrive, but as far as you're concerned - mostly due to the battle for dominance between your brain and dick - they took twice that time. Even as you explain to them the situation, you can still hear the moans. The police can't, but then again, you've never been that great at tuning out specific sounds, so there might be a reason for that. You find yourself stumble on a word here and there, always at least halfway distracted, but eventually you get them to haul Dominic into the back of the cruiser. He gives you one last smirk before they shove him quite roughly into the vehicle, and you watch them drive off. They're out of sight, and finally, you can breathe a sigh of relief. They're still fucking in there; you can hear it clearly. At least now, you can finally let your cock rise, and rise it does! It's honestly painful, how quick and how much you hardened, and you're half tempted to just rip your uniform off right away! You sprint into the warehouse again and jump your way back to the couple, mid-coitus, caught off-guard by your sudden entrance. "You assholes couldn't wait five seconds, could you!?" The tent in your pants is all they need to see to tell you're less upset and more frustrated. Thankfully, by the looks of things, there's still plenty more fun to be had! //**Brain Drain AVOIDED Bad Ending**// (display: "Ending")

"Yeah, yeah," you mutter, face flushed. "Honestly, with your big mouth, I guess half the town already knows anyway..." You sit politely on the other end of the bed, close to Brain Drain's desk. Still beaming, he reaches into the usual drawer and pulls out his ray gun. He doesn't waste any time pointing it to your temple and pulling the trigger. The rush of vertigo hits you suddenly, but wanes over time as a familiar emptiness consumes your thoughts and leaves you grinning from ear to ear. Whatever shame you had of doing this in front of Vortex fades, as the concept of shame loses its grip on your conscious mind. It might've also helped that you completely forgot he or Brain Drain were in the room with you. And also that you forgot who they were. Forgetting who you are might not have had a hand in it, but you manage to find amusement in that anyway, as your intellect continues to plummet. You don't even notice the vertigo fading, already giggling to yourself over nothing. A voice cuts through your idle babbling: "Ta-da~! One total dumbass, ready to receive! So yeah, this guy can't get enough of being dumbed down, and I happen to have just the power for the job!" A hand starts massaging your shoulder - or something on your shoulder, anyway. "He comes back out of it pretty fast, compared to most people, so usually I get time to get maybe one or two loads out with his help before he sobers up. Then I gotta hope he isn't still cockhungry after the fact! So whattya think? I'll let you have first pick on which end you wanna rail!" Another voice on your other side pipes up after a short pause: "That sounds fun and all, but have you ever tried getting your own end railed with him?" That's when you feel something tugging around your waist. You look down to see two dark hands peeling down something from your legs. You see your cock bounce and twitch a bit as it hardens, and it looks so funny, you can't help but laugh. "Well I mean," the first voice begins, "I'm more a pitcher than a catcher, y'dig? Plus, you really think a brainlet like this goof is gonna give you much of a ride? He's probably too stupid to actually know what sex is right now!" "Nah, it's all instincts!" That's when the source of the second voice throws himself over your lap, placing his hands on your shoulders. "That's why right now's the best time to try it: without all those big, civilized thoughts in your head, there's nothing stopping you from fucking like a wild animal, is there?" He pushes you slowly down to the bed. For some reason, you can't see his mouth, but something tells you he's smiling. It takes you a moment to realize he was asking something. "Oh... I dunno, haha... Maybe?" You completely forgot what he was asking, of course, but it's not like you could think of a better answer. The ass rubbing against your hard cock, though, was a lot easier to understand. You feel something awaken in you, and grip the sides of that ass, spreading those cheeks as best as you can. "Oh, fuck," the other voice remarks. "You know what, I'll give you two a little bit; let's see what he's got~!" You don't even try to resist the urges mounting in your loins. Your cock is leading itself forward and back, searching desperately for a hole to fuck. It knows it's there, it just needs to find it. You're just the vehicle to get it there, too braindead to do anything else. Eventually, you feel yourself press inward more than any poke before it, and you start pushing harder and harder into the hole. Your cock has to get in there! It //needs// to get in there! It has to //breed!// "Oh fuck..!" The voice above you gasps. "I'm so glad I prepped myself for-- //FUCK!!//" Your cock slides in, fast and hard. It's in! It's in it's in it's in it's in it's in!!! Your hips shoot up into the loins seated on them, over and over again, pumping with as much force as you can get from the ground below. "Holy shit...! Fuck..! Ahh..!" "Oh fuck, that's so hot...! Who knew he had that in 'im?" Your cock feels so good...! So good so good so fuckin //good!// You can't stop, you don't want to stop! This hole is so good for your cock! You need to breed it full! You have to fuck it! You have to...! It starts shooting out of your cock as you roar. White hot pleasure flows through you in waves, as your mindless humping overwhelms your senses to climax. But you don't stop; you can't. You have to keep breeding! You thrust deep and hard and fast even as your orgasmic growls echo off the walls. "Oh fuck, he just came, and he's still going?" That other voice keeps going, but you don't pay any attention. "You know what, pal? I gotta get your number and invite you over next time PC's looking for a fix, because you really bring somethin' OUT of him!" It also mumbles something else about a name, before you hear it right beside you, with a cock suddenly in your face. "Now don't you leave me out of this, dude! How about you give //my// pole a bit of a licking?" Not that you know what that means. But if there's a cock in your face... You open your mouth to let it slide in. It does that, sure enough, and you do your best to suck it, but your fat hog insists there are bigger priorities for your tiny brain to focus on, so you're mostly just letting it rock into your mouth as you keep fucking and breeding that hole. "Fuck...! God, this is insane..! Ahh..!" The voice from on top of your dick keeps gasping over and over again. "Fuck... I'm gonna cum...!" Even as you keep thrusting, something starts to splatter on your belly as the voice gets louder. "Haah...! Fuck...! He's still going...!? Guh..! Damn, I need a... whoof..! A fuckin break!!" Out of nowhere, as your cock pulls back a bit, the hole just slips away from you. You mumble on the cock in your mouth, thrusting in a desperate search. Where'd it go!? You have to breed it! "Haha," the voice beside you laughs, "looks like he didn't like that much~!" "It's fine, I just wasn't expecting him to just keep going like that..." That's when you feel something grip around your cock. The hole's back! You continue to thrust in a rut. They giggle to themself, "You think he can tell the difference?" "I doubt it. But you know what, since he's a bit too busy with your hand, lemme just..." That's when the cock from your mouth slips away too, now hovering just above you. "Hey, if you've got another load in you, you wanna join me up front?" "Damn, gimme some time to recharge..." "Haha, right, right." The voice pauses before breaking into a hearty guffaw. "Fuck, he looks so //determined// like this! He's usually just kinda slack-jawed with glazed over eyes, but he's like a man on a mission now!" "It's kinda cute, right-- actually wait, how do you know his eyes are glazed over...? Does he normally take //off// the mask?" "I dunno, he's just like... weirdly expressive under that mask?" Even as they're speaking to one another, your second orgasm sneaks up on you and rockets out your cock, blasting into the hole-- wait, what's splattering on you? It's weird that something is splashing on you as you're cumming, right? Almost like you're blowing your load on yourself. Well, it doesn't matter, as long as you keep breeding that hole and filling it up. Then, suddenly, you get the thought to actually look at your cock, to find that the 'hole' is someone's hand. You don't get the chance to protest over this strange turn of events when a blast of white jism shoots across your face. //**Vortex Brain Drain Tag Team Ending**// (display:"Ending")

(if:$eu_choice is 1)["Well, I heard around the block that //somebody// is hung like a horse, and I wanted to see for myself~" You wink at him. "That sound like a plan to you?"]\ \(else-if:$eu_choice is 2)["So, your dick is //normally// a tentacle-like appendage, isn't it," you ask. "Yyyeah, usually. I dunno, I try to keep to something vanilla when I'm getting to know someone, right?" He chuckles. "Don't wanna scare anyone off!" You smirk at him. "Well I'd say we've gotten to know each other plenty, and I don't mind getting a bit more flavor than vanilla, so..."]\ \(else-if:$eu_choice is 3)["Well, I was thinking that you really like getting hands-on, right? How many 'hands' do you think you want on me?" He squints at you. "Uh, two. Bare minimum." You chuckle at that. "Alright, then two's the bare minimum. What do you think the //maximum// is? Wanna find out?" His eyes light up. Looks like he figured out where you were going with that. "Depends: do they have to be hands?" "Anything you can grab me with~"]\ \(else:)[(set:$eu_choice to (random: 1,3))"I think I'll give that thing a try another time; let's just go at it the old-fashioned way for now." You're already reaching to your leggings, pulling them down slowly. Discovery eyes your hand as it slides down your leg.] (set:$euSelect to 1)"You got it, champ~!" He licks his lips, and pounces on you, pushing you down onto the bed. He kisses at your neck, or what little is exposed. His hand is working with your own, pulling down your pants. You get your other hand under his shirt, pulling it up a bit as you run your fingers over his back. Your leggings are down, and you pull them off the rest of the way as Discovery stands up to take care of his own trousers. (if:$eu_choice is 1)[(display:"Discovery Horse Dick")]\ \(if:$eu_choice is 2)[(display:"Discovery Tentacle Dick")]\ \(if:$eu_choice is 3)[(display:"Discovery Tentacle Arms")] (display:"Ending")

You've barely opened your lips before you take note of Discovery's eyes on your throat. There's a growing smirk on his face, and he looks back up to you. Your hand grazes up to your neck when you feel a familiar leather texture. You recoil from the collar. You swore you took that off hours ago! But now, you realize there's probably another matter for you to worry about, as you look at Discovery. Hell, just judging from the look on his face, you know he's already come up with his own plans. "So hey," he muses, "have you been wearing that thing all day, just waiting for someone to notice?" "N-no, hold on," you try to correct him. "I didn't even know I had this on at all! Hell, I don't even know how it got around my neck!" He doesn't seem too keen on listening, as he clicks his tongue, shaking his head. "Come on, don't gimme any excuses, dude. You think I'm gonna kinkshame you?" "Well no, but I'm being honest: I don't know how this got here." Without another word, he throws his hands on your shoulders and spins you around until your back is facing him. He pushes you down to his bed, forcing your knees onto the mattress. Your hands follow suit to maintain your balance. "Well, I gotta tell you, I'm not big on //pets,// but I don't mind keeping around a //pup// like you! Especially a bitch that's eager to get bred!" Well, you //did// come here to get some action... It's not quite what you expected, but having him take control of you like this is getting you hard pretty quickly. You decide to play along and start wagging your butt at him, as he pulls down the waistband of your bottoms. He gives you a couple playful spanks, patting and petting your cheeks while running his thumbs against your pucker. "Come on, buddy," he coos, "you want this bone, right?" "Yessir..!" His hand collapses onto your left cheek more roughly than before, and you jump. "Hey now, that sounds an awful lot like people talk right there, boy!" Good grief, is he really going to push this roleplay? You whine back at him, wagging your butt in his caress. You can see his grin out of the corner of your eye. "That's more like it! Now sit tight, because I'm about to have you yelping for more!" You feel something press against your hole, stretching it ever so slightly as it makes its way in. Its entry is dry at first, and stings a bit, but after a few raw pushes, you feel something lubricating your entrance more and more, and the length of his cock makes its way inside you just a bit more each thrust. It's hard to tell, but the shape of his dick seems... different? He doesn't exactly have a typical human phallus, but it's not the usual tentacle shape, either. Eventually, however, you feel his hips press against your cheeks, and his cock is fully engulfed inside of you. You hold back a moan, as he starts to pick up his rhythm. The heat of his cock inside your ass is powerful, and you feel your own meat pulsating as it wiggles freely beneath you. "Fuck yeah, you like that bone, don't you, pup?" His dirty talk, cheesy as it is, pushes you even further, and you humor him with a bark in response. "Fuck yeah, you better! I'm not pulling out anytime soon!" You ponder just how far he intends to take the whole breeding kink he seems to have going on right now. That thought is abruptly interrupted, as you feel your hole start to stretch, bit by bit, just a bit deeper than your sphincter. You're not //that// close to orgasm, so why do you feel like his cock is becoming tighter a fit by the second? And just around the base...? You suddenly understand why he pushed the whole 'bitch breeding' narrative, as his knot fully inflates inside of you. It's so tight, you can barely take it. He was right earlier about getting you to yelp, but you're not really sure you're begging for more just yet. His knot pulls against your pucker over and over, leaving you seeing stars. You grit your teeth as he roughly pounds you, jeering and teasing you all the while. "There you go, you like that? You want more, boy?" One rough thrust pushes a hefty amount of air out of your lungs. You can't keep your head from nodding as your body is rocked back and forth. "Yeah, 'course you do! That's a good boy!" The last two words echo in your head as you feel his dick bruising your insides. Suddenly, his cock feels a bit more soothing, his grip on your ass feels a bit more reassuring, and the dizziness feels a bit more right. A smile starts to crack along your face, and you're on the edge of orgasm in a matter of seconds. Discovery must have taken note of the change in your behaviour, as he pulls up your head by the chin. "Hohoh, you like that, huh? You want me to call you that again?" You can't open your mouth or nod, so you moan hard in affirmation. The force of his rocket inside you helps out there. "Then be a good bitch and let me fill you up with my cum, got it, boy?" It takes him a few more strokes, but you can hear him groan in pleasure, no doubt filling you up with his seed. You're beaming, knowing you're doing exactly what he wants, and exactly what you need to do so he'll call you a good boy again! You barely even notice as your own jizz hits the mattress below you, too lost in the ecstacy of his rough fucking. Your breeding session lasts at least another half hour, when you can feel his knot begin to deflate slowly inside your battered entrance. You're panting hard, exhausted from the rough treatment, but satisfied all the same. Discovery pulls his cock out, and you feel the results of his passion leaking from your hole. You're about to get up off your shaking knees to grab a glass of water, when you feel his hand petting your crown. "Good boy, taking all that hard dick!" Those two words seem to shut off all coherent thought in your brain, as you just lie there cuddling up to him, tongue lolling. He starts coddling you like a dog, scratching under your chin and behind your ears, and it feels incredible! "Dang, I'm actually kinda tempted to keep you as a pet after all... You're really adorable like this, bud!" //**Discovery Dog Collar End**// (set:$euSelect to 1)(set:$dogSecret to 0) (display:"Ending")

(if:$eu_choice is 1)["Question: can this device create a sort of fantasy where I end up taking a dick somewhere a bit unorthodox...? Such as...?" You motion to your ear, just a bit too embarrassed to say it out loud. Discovery is just wearing a squirrelly grin as you point at the side of your head. "I think I have //just// the thing for you! Might have some side-effects, if you're cool with that!" "Anything... permanent?" He just shrugs in response. "Nobody's told me about anything permanent from all the other programs and their side effects. This one I've got doesn't have anything permanent." You ponder on that, and decide it's worth the risk. "Sure, let's give it a shot."]\ \(else-if:$eu_choice is 2)["Well, I think you and I both know I've got a pretty submissive side, so maybe we can go for a classic sort o--" He shoves a finger over your lips. "Say no more! I know //exactly// what you're looking for, here!" He spends a moment moving around something on his computer. "Unrelated, but you've got some days off, right?" You can take a guess that the question is more related than he let on. You're hesitant to answer honestly, but... "A day or two, yeah..."]\ \(else-if:$eu_choice is 3)["You can upload personalities into people's heads with that thing, right?" You glance around the room a bit, and spot what appears to be a cheerleading outfit sticking out of his closet. "Like a cheerleader, I guess...?" His eyes light up as you mention it. "Oh I have //just// the thing for that!" He fiddles with his computer as you find yourself dwelling on that cheerleader outfit. "You have that skirt in your closet just for such an occasion, huh..? Guess I walked right into this one..."]\ \(else:)[(set:$eu_choice to (random: 1,3))"Alright, what sort of stuff do you have loaded up with the Brainscape helmet?" He sports a catty smile as he replies, "It's a surprise~" Just as you suspected... You sigh, "Okay, I guess I'm cool with that."] (set:$euSelect to 1)"Then let's hop right in!" He hops over to you with the helmet in hand, placing the device in your own. You glance around a bit, confused. "Do you... need me to sit down or anything for this to work...?" "Oh no, it's fine," he replies. "Your motor functions kinda lock you up in position while the helmet's working its magic, so it doesn't matter if you're sitting or standing." You kind of wish you could have a seat anyway; you just spent the last few hours bouncing around the city, and your feet are starting to feel it. You relent, and pull the helmet over your head. The last thing you see before the visor obscures your vision is Discovery's devious grin and his hand waving at you. --- (if:$eu_choice is 1)[(display:"Discovery Skullfuck")]\ \(if:$eu_choice is 2)[(display:"Discovery Drone")]\ \(if:$eu_choice is 3)[(display:"Discovery Cheerboy")] (display:"Ending")

You're about to give an answer, when your phone buzzes in your pocket. You take a quick moment to look at the screen. $txt+$to_me[ **Brain Drain**] $txt+$to_me[yo, you're still coming down, right?] Fuck. You //might// have forgotten about that. You click on the text box and are about to type out a response, at least until you feel the gaze from over your shoulder. You glance back at Discovery, who has a devious look on his face. "Looks like //somebody// fucked up a bit, huh," he teases. He rests his chin on your shoulder. "Better call him up and tell him what's up, right? He should probably know why you ghosted him~" As much as you hate the phrasing of that, he's not really wrong. A text probably would suffice, but either way, maybe you should tell him that you let your own arrangement slip your mind, and might be a bit late or something. He'll probably understand. Probably... Of course, that's when you notice your screen is telling you you're already calling him. What!? You didn't do that! You narrowly spot Discovery's hand slip back, as he pulls your phone hand to your ear. It's at this point that you suspect he has a plan, here, but that thought is interrupted as a voice comes through on the other end of the line. "Yo, PC! What's up?" You stammer at first, "Ah, BD, heyyyy... So, uh, about our plans for the n--IIIGHT!" You can't help but yelp as you feel something squeeze between your asscheeks and into your pucker. Two of them, in fact. Discovery's fingering you //now!?// "Oh, whoa, you good? Guess the night got a little busy, huh?" It's at that point where Discovery's spare hand pulls the phone back from your ear and taps the speaker button on the screen. "Oh, yeah, he's busy, alright," he responds. Damn, how'd he even hear that? "Who-- Yo, am I on speaker?" "Yeah," Discovery responds, as he forces his digits deeper into your hole, forcing you to moan. "... And I'm on this cutie's ass right now. Wanna see? I bet I can put us on video, too~" "Who is this? The fuck is happening over there?" Discovery presses into one of your walls, as if he's trying to tap for your attention. "Hey, give him the address; the more, the merrier!" Is this what he had in mind? What a humiliating way to go about it. What would Brain Drain even say to this kind of invite...? And why are //you// giving him the address!? The address barely leaves your lips when you hear the call drop. Shit, that might not be good. You'll probably have to hear about this later... You can't help but feel guilty, since it was your own actions that led to this awkward call. You don't have a lot of time to ruminate over it, as you feel Discovery pull his hand out of your hole and shoves you to the mattress, ripping down your leggings as he does. Just as you catch yourself, he's on top of you, spreading your cheeks wide. He's hasty in pulling his pants down, and the tent he's sporting is only making it a bigger struggle for him, but eventually his waistband is below his knees and his cock is out and pointed at your hole. There's no hesitation as he plunges deep inside of you. You gasp, and take maybe a second to accomodate to his length, before he's already started to rock in a slow rhythm, pounding into you softly. It's actually a pretty nice feeling, so far. You give him a satisfied moan, and he responds by giving a few harder strokes. Each one chokes a hiccuping gasp out of your throat. He's still taking it fairly slow, though, and you can't help but wonder why he wouldn't just fuck you at his usual pace. That's when the door opens, and Brain Drain walks in to a perfect view of Discovery pounding you doggy-style on the bed. You look away, and while you have a bit of a grimace on your face, it might look like something else, as Discovery keeps pounding into you and milking out as many moans as he can. Brain Drain just stands there, already starting to pitch a tent in his pants. "Hey, what's up, bud," Discovery greets him. "Just been breeding this slut, waiting for you! I've got his ass; you can take whatever else you want, or just stand and watch, if that's what you're into!" You glance back at Brain Drain, just to gauge his reaction. His face doesn't give anything away, at first, but then you're fairly certain he looks at your face, and he just gives you a wily grin. "I mean I told you to //bring// a friend, but this works, too!" Soon enough, his pants are off, and his long cock is in your face. He rests a hand on your head and slaps his meat against your cheeks a couple times. "Open wide~! I've got one spicy sausage for you!" As you wrap your lips around his glans, you hear Discovery laugh behind you. "Nice one, dude! But hey, shouldn't you have said something about getting some spit on your 'spit?'" You look up at Brain Drain, who you assume looks back down at you. He shrugs, as he stuffs his cock deeper into your mouth. "Well, he's not wrong!" It's at this point you realize something of an awful truth: you've just been coerced into being spitroasted by two jackasses who love making bad jokes. You could've dealt with it just fine without the 'bad jokes' bit... The two spend most of the time exchanging dumb punchlines as they stuff your face and your ass with their dicks. The jokes themselves aren't funny, but the absurdity of the scenario might be a bit amusing. That, and you have to admit that being double-teamed by two dorky tops is not something you'd be quick to decline. You can feel the thrusts coming from behind pick up their pace. Discovery must be close to the edge. You pull back a bit from Brain Drain, only to have his hands grip the sides of your head and pull you harder on his own tool. Damn, him too? The two push so hard on both ends of you, as if trying to claim you for themselves as they approach their own individual climaxes. Eventually, you can taste Brain Drain's seed billowing down your throat, as he pumps his dick deep down your throat. Discovery slams hard into you and spasms against your butt, cumming deep into your gut. Brain Drain pulls out a bit, and you get a taste of his load as it draws against your throat. With both of them out of you, Brain Drain pets the top of your head. "Shit, you make an amazing cum dump, dude! Hard to believe you don't charge anything for that kinda service!" "Shit, he doesn't," Discovery chimes in. "Well that just doesn't make any //cents!//" You refuse to hear another pun between the two of them, and shove your head under the nearest pillow. The muffled conversation does change over to the two of them sharing their contact information, and you can take a guess what would come of that... //**Discovery Brain Drain Tag Team Ending**// (set:$euSelect to 1)(display:'Ending')

Oh christ. What emerges from his crotch can't be what he had in his pants seconds ago. As he pulls down his trunks, inch by inch, he exposes another inch of man meat-- no, that's obviously not meant to be a human penis! He has to pull his trunks down to his knees before you can finally see the flared head, and his horse cock springs up, throwing a light trail of precum in your direction. You know full well he can transform his body parts at will, but seeing this particular change is a much different experience from the others. Of course, you realize there's a problem that may need to be addressed. "So, there's no way that's going to fit inside me," you remark, pointing at the phallus in front of you. "Do you think you can shrink it down a bit?" He chuckles at that. "Have a little faith in yourself! I bet I can get at least half of it in you before you reach your limit!" You sigh, turning around and pulling apart your legs for him. He lines up his massive member with your hole, and wiggles it around a bit, smearing your pucker and cheeks with his pre. Eventually, he starts to push inside of you, forcing your hole open. You do your best to relax and loosen to his intrusion, but there's only so much you can do for that flared head. It takes a couple minutes, but you can finally accept his girthy cock into your hole, and it //hurts!// The thick rod stretches you to your limit the further in he pushes. Clearly, he's having his own difficulties with it, as he has to give several pushes to get any headway, and he's got your sides in a death grip. You can feel your hole stretch out just a bit more around his member. That must be the ring of his cock getting inside you, so you did manage to take half of his length after all. But it's only a short moment after it enters you that he hits a wall. You feel the flared head press against something forcefully, and it's officially more uncomfortable than it is pleasant. "Alright," you groan, "I think that's it! That's all I can take!" "Wow, you really did take half of it, though!" What's the surprise for? He's the one who made the bet in the first place! "Alright, no more //horsing around,// then! Lemme shrink it down." You groan, and whether it's in response to the pun or to his cock shifting inside you, you really can't tell. What you can tell is that the weight of his body is now pressed against your rear end, and his cock head is no longer pressing that wall inside your hole. You think you can still feel the ring, though, so it didn't change shape so much as size. "Feel better now?" "Yeah," you moan, "that feels pretty nice. I can take that." And take it you do! That quick confirmation was all you could get out before a hard grunt escapes your throat. His cock is already pistoning in and out of your hole at a rough pace. You can feel every inch as it rams hard into the back wall of your hole. It certainly hurts //less// than before, but you have to admit it stings a bit. You bite your lip as he keeps pushing. "Fuuuuck yeah," you hear Discovery moan, "your hole feels awesome, dude! The way you're just tightening around every inch of my cock feels so good!" You gasp in response and in surprise, as he buries himself as deep as he can reach inside you. You can feel yourself clench against his shaft reflexively. "Yeah, just like that~! It's like your hole is a perfect fit for my dick!" You take the respite in humping he gives you to contemplate whether you want to remind him of what he did not five minutes ago, or if that joke really needs to be acknowledged at all. You can practically //feel// his eyebrows waggling behind you, waiting for your reaction. He doesn't wait for long, though, as you feel him pull back out slowly. His ring tickles over your prostate, and then your sphincter as it exits your hole. You can feel the flared head pushing open your hole before he slides back inside. The ring narrowly gets inside, before he pulls it back out. He's milking this fuck out for all it's worth. Soon, he's picking up his pace, and the ring of his cock is really working out the flexibility of your hole, as he makes a point to push it in and out, over and over again. His panting is getting heavy. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum..! You ready, slut?" You don't get a chance to answer, as he bottoms out inside your hole, and you feel his cum shooting against the bruised walls of your rear. You tighten around his shaft as you have your own dry orgasm. The two of you are left moaning and panting for almost a full minute, before he finally starts to pull out. Of course, the moment he pulls out, he waddles over to his desk. You glance over in curiosity, to find a tape measure is now running down his wet dick. He pulls it back and wraps it around his shaft as you hear him mumble something. It sounds like Korean, but you're pretty rusty, so you don't know exactly what he's saying. He does make a point to announce it to you, though. "So you can take a little over eight inches in length, bud. And about five or so inches circumference. That's not too bad a starting point, actually!" And suddenly, all those little motions he made during sex start taking on a new perspective. //**Discovery Horse Dick Ending**//

You've seen his dick a few times like this. As far as you know, it's the natural shape it takes on, but given he can transform any part of his body at will, and is all about goofy tricks and jokes, it's just a little difficult to swallow that his dick is normally a tentacle. The phallus before you is a dark green appendage, almost conic in shape, as it becomes thinner as you approach its tip, and it sticks out a modest few inches from his groin. It always looks just a bit damp, given how the light reflects off the flesh. As you observe his member, Discovery grins just a bit, and with no outside force, the cock wriggles and shoots upright. Then, it proceeds to bend down, and back up, as if to bow at you. You're aware that his cock doesn't actually get 'hard' in this form, and doesn't really need to, as it seems to have its own muscular structure that flexes and extends itself into his hole of choice. You grin up at him as he continues fooling around with his dick. You take it in your hand, and stroke it a bit. "Real cute, bud, but what else can this thing do?" He lowers himself down toward your face, smirking. "Who knows? Let's you and I find out together~" He rubs his thumb over your chest. Even through your armor, the shift in pressure that runs over your nipple makes you shiver. Your hand leaves his cock, letting him slide his hips in between your legs. Within moments, something slithers against your puckered hole, lapping over it again and again. Were it wet right now, you'd think he transformed his dick into a tongue. Eventually, of course, your hole does become wet, as his precum starts slathering over your skin. You can feel him slip inside just a bit every so often, pulling back a second after. His teasing member continues to lick at your entrance. You're tempted to just ram your hips back the next time he sneaks inside you, but he beats you to the punch, finally slipping an inch deep, and then pushing in further. You can't help but moan. Inch after inch, you start to wonder just how long that thing was when you were looking at it earlier. It wiggles against the back walls of your hole, when you realize he's definitely been stretching it out! Discovery grins at you. "Hey, you know how long I can grow this thing out?" It pushes a bit more, wiggling against another hole past your anus. "I played around with it once or twice, and I can easily get it from one end of the room to the other, so what if I tried getting it from //your// end..." You cut him off in a rush, "I am //anything// but prepared for that kind of sensation, dude! I didn't clean up //that// deep!" He chuckles at you. "Don't worry, dude, I won't go that far outta nowhere!" He pulls out just a bit. "But hey, if you wanna find out with me later, just gimme a shout, okay?" With that, he starts up a slow rhythm. You can feel that he's pushing himself into you, but the pace he takes leaves your insides sensitive to his wriggling as well. His cock laps around your insides, brushing against every part of your inner walls, giving your hole a full massage. His thrusts slow down, and you can feel his member's movements taking a more deliberate approach. He doesn't take long to find his target, as you feel the pressure against your prostate increase, and pleasure starts to spike through your loins. You gasp a bit. He smirks. He picks up his pace, making a point to rub against your freshly-discovered g-spot as much as he can. You're having a rough time choking down your moans. At this point, you really don't want to! The extra dexterity in his cock is driving you nuts! It only takes a bit more work before you feel your orgasm approaching. With just a few more thrusts, you feel your cum push out of your cockhead, splattering on your tummy and chest. Your orgasm is heightened more by the writhing tentacle against your prostate. The white hot pleasure only starts to die down, when you can feel Discovery's cock stiffen and stab deep into you, shooting its seed as deep as it can reach. "Ow...!" You can't help but yelp from that; it did kind of poke you pretty hard at the end there. "Damn, does it always shoot out like that when you cum?" He laughs, "Sorry, sorry! I usually keep it a bit shorter when I cum, but I must've forgotten to shrink it back down after playing with you a second ago!" He slips out of you with ease. Almost too much ease, as you feel his cum spurt out a bit as he leaves you. He takes a moment to look at that, before grinning at you. "Hey, you don't mind cleaning that up, do ya?" //**Discovery Tentacle Dick Ending**//

You've seen his dick a few times like this. As far as you know, it's the natural shape it takes on, but given he can transform any part of his body at will, and is all about goofy tricks and jokes, it's just a little difficult to swallow that his dick is normally a tentacle. The phallus before you is a dark green appendage, almost conic in shape, as it becomes thinner as you approach its tip, and it sticks out a modest few inches from his groin. It always looks just a bit damp, given how the light reflects off the flesh. You look up to find that his dick is not the only appendage that's taken on a much more flexible shape. Somewhere between him pulling down his pants and you looking up, he's shifted both his arms to be more akin to octopus legs. At least, for the most part. The suckers aren't there. You give him a dry chuckle as he wiggles them along with his dick. "So were you planning on //doing// something with those, or...?" You don't get to finish your sentence before one of the arms worms its way under your top, slipping it up your torso. The fabric tickles you on the way up, but not half as much as his smooth skin. The other arm pulls you in closer to him. His lips run down your chest and over your nipples, as he pulls your uniform off of you. "Jeez, did you not get a chance to shower before getting here?" He plays it up like a complaint, but the smirk on his face tells you how he really feels. You giggle a bit, either from the joke or from his arms running over your skin and tickling just about every hair on your body. Your bottomwear and briefs are around your knees already, so you toss yourself onto the bed ass-first. Your arms reach to your waistband, only to be caught by Discovery's new appendages. "Hey, hey, relax, I got this~" Soon, a second set of tentacles split off from the first, like it melted and reformed itself anew. It's a little off-putting to witness, but imagining how he'll use those new arms outweighs the discomfort. The appendages pull your remaining clothing off of your legs, leaving nothing between the two of you but your mask. His grip hasn't left your hand, curiously. As he slides up against your body, his warm green skin pressing against the hairs of your chest, his new arms wrap around your back and one of your legs. He kisses your skin over and over again, but all the while, your arms are stuck in his grip, no room for you to play with him yourself. His face meets yours, and a wily smirk sits on his lips. You blink. You realize what he's looking to do now, and just as the thought occurs to you, you feel your arms pull up high. His tentacles lift you up into the air, and you're left a ragdoll with nothing to hold onto but him. Your heart starts to pound. "How's the weather up there, big guy?" He chuckles, and adjusts his grip on your arms. They're both caught in one appendage now, while the free arm finds its way to your jaw, massaging the stubbly underside. Another tentacle - you're pretty sure that one's his dick, unless he grew a fifth arm while you weren't looking - worms around your rear end. Its warmth makes your muscles relax against it, and soon, it slips inside. Its target is clear, as it rubs against your prostate right away. Each push against your g-spot sends pleasurable spikes up your spine. He finally milks a gasp of pleasure out of you, and the tentacle on your jawline takes its opening. It forces itself into your opened mouth, gagging you on its girth. You suck back on it as it worms against your tongue and the roof of your mouth. The whole time, his cock prods and probes inside your ass, and you can't help but moan, muffled by the thick appendage pushing past your lips. The feeling of helplessness as the tentacles greedily use your body becomes too much, and your orgasm hits you like a truck. Blinding white pleasure shoots out the end of your cock onto Discovery's naked chest, as your muffled groans vibrate against the arm invading your mouth. You hear him laugh, but something seems off about his laughter. It's caught in between some heavy breaths. Suddenly, your ass finds the mattress again, bouncing your body onto your back. The tentacles lost their grip on you. Discovery is panting, his wiggly arms limp at his sides, and the only tentacle still touching you is his dick, which is twitching and pulsing inside you. He bites his lip as he unloads inside you. "//Fuck...//" he pants, "I gotta... Hit the gym a bit more... I thought I could lift you up for longer than that..!" //**Discovery Tentacle Arms Ending**//

You open your eyes, or rather, you are given something to look at, since you don't recall actually closing your eyes. It's a bit confusing to you, especially since it looks as if you never put on the helmet at all. You glance around, and from every angle, it seems as if you're still in Discovery's room. Discovery himself is standing in front of you, and gives you a friendly wave and a more-than-friendly smirk. "So, whattya think? Nice, isn't it?" "Well..." Your eyes scan him over. How to put this... "It's kinda throwing me off, because I can't say for sure if I ever put the helmet on." He chuckles. "Yeah, you're in a near-perfect recreation of my own apartment, as you best remember it! And I'm a near-perfect recreation of how you remember me!" He gets real close to your face, and holds your chin up with his hand. You can't help but try to look away. "Damn~! I look real good in your head, gotta say!" "Are you watching all this from the console?" "Sure am!" He retreats back a bit, and pats your shoulder. "I'm gonna let the Brainscape speak for me once the real fun starts, but I wanted to see just how I looked through your eyes. It's kind of a fun game I play whenever I get someone to fiddle with the helmet!" You raise your eyebrow. "And... just how often do you play that game?" "Plenty of times," he retorts. "You're not the only kinky or curious fuck I've gotten to fuck! Speaking of which...!" You feel his hands on your shoulders shoving you down to your knees. You're face to face with the fly of his pants, but only for a moment, as he shifts himself to your side. "I've heard around town that you like gettin' your brains drained outta your head. That true?" Fuck, that kind of rumour is floating around...? You might have to deal with that later. But what is he planning to do with that information? You nod heistantly. "Yeah, that's... That's a thing." "Nice, dude," he cheers. "No need to fret over it; I'm not about to kinkshame you! Especially not with the mischief we're getting down to~!" He fusses up your hair, but when he's done, he keeps his hand firmly on the crown of your head. "So you know what it's like to have stuff taken //out// of that head, so why don't we find out what happens when we put some more stuff //in// it?" Just as you realize what he's planning to do, you feel something pressing against your ear, pushing to make its way inside the hole. Does he actually expect that to work? No, wait, that wouldn't normally work, but if you're in the Brainscape... The thought is interrupted by the very act itself. Against all odds, you feel your earhole widen to the entering force. You glance over to him to see the side of his thigh, naked, at eye level. You can narrowly catch view of his crotch, but not much of it, which leads you to the reasonable assumption that you're feeling his cock pushing deeper and deeper into your ear. His hand pushes your skull in closer to his groin, and with one good thrust, suddenly, you feel yourself slide down his cock's length, and something pierces the insides of your head. Your eyes stare forward. You blink. There's a feeling in your head, but that's all that seems to be in there: a feeling. Something is squished into something else, and that's all you can make of it. Your thoughts might as well have shut down the moment the feeling began. You hear a voice. "There, got that fucker all the way in! How's that feel, bitch?" That was a question, right? You think it was a question. Was he asking you that? It's hard to tell. And how do you know who he is? Or maybe you don't know him? You can't make sense of anything, even as your brain tries its hardest to get your thoughts back into gear. You can only babble as a response. He just laughs. "Feels good, right? I sure hope it does, because we've got another five or so minutes of this to go! We've got scrambled brains on the menu!" You feel the squishing in your head dissipate, to some degree, as his crotch pulls away form your skull. Your thoughts are still muddled up, and don't get the chance to recover. His cock buries into your head again, and the squishing comes back. He pulls out again, and shoves it back in. Pulls out, shoves back in. Pulls, shoves. Pull and a shove. He keeps going, getting into a rhythm, stirring up your grey matter with each thrust. You mumble and gasp as he skullfucks you, just doing your best to maintain... //anything.// You're not even sure what you're clinging to, but you try your hardest to hold on to whatever it is, because as far as your addled mind is concerned, it's all you have left. You can't even recognize the discomfort in your lap as your cock strains against the spandex of your suit, desperate for release in a few senses. In between pants, he groans loudly. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum..!" You feel like you recognize the last word he says, when suddenly something gushes into your head. His cock pumps into your ear hard, shooting a hearty load of seed into your cranium. The wet and salty cum mixes and seeps into your brains, and for some reason, your thoughts seem to come back online. The only thing they let you think of is cocks and cum and getting fucked and sucking dick... The assault of this hypersexual train of thought mixed with the confusion created by the scrambled organ in your head overwhelms you, and eventually it all wipes itself clean in one explosion of white hot ecstacy. You don't know how long it takes to stop. The concept of time is long gone. All you know is there's a warm, wet spot in your lap. You don't even register Discovery pulling his cock out of your ear. "Holy shit, you actually creamed yourself from that! I knew you'd like it, but this is incredible!" He rustles your hair again, and brings his face to your expanded earhole. Somehow, you can still hear with it, because you can hear his voice pretty clearly: "So the funny thing is that you actually creamed yourself in the real world from all this, but I bet if you saw that cumstain in your trousers, your fucked up brain would think all this happened for real. So that's what we're gonna work with, alright? I'm gonna pull you out of the Brainscape, but when I do, you're gonna look at your crotch and instantly assume that your brains actually got fucked into a pulpy mess inside that head of yours. That'll make it pretty tough to pull yourself together, so I'll have some fun of my own until you come back to reality, alright?" --- You open your eyes. Your head feels really weird. You can't think straight at all. In fact, you can't help but think of cocks and cum and all sorts of sex-related stuff. You can vaguely remember what happened: you got your brains fucked, right? But that's not a thing that can physically happen, right? Realistically, you should be dead from that. After all, your brain is important for... things... You can't remember what things, but it's important! Your eyes drop to your crotch, and you see a tremendous stain, with a translucent white liquid emerging through the fabric. That's right! Your brains got fucked, and you came really hard from that! It all actually happened! Your brains are all scrambled in your head for real! You can't help but giggle and babble a bit, realizing the truth. No wonder you're so confused over how it happened; how else did you convince yourself that having weird things happen to your brain would make you dead? That's silly! Or maybe your current thoughts are silly? It's such a mess, but it's a mess that feels pretty damn good, so you're willing to just babble through the whole thing. It's at that point that you hear a voice, from somebody that's apparently been standing in front of you this whole time. "Ya, kweanchana? Nae mal deullyeoyo?" What the hell...? You can't make sense of a word he's saying. He has a devious grin, so maybe he's doing something devious, but why would he do that? And what kind of devious thing is he doing? He must take your confused stare as an answer, as he just keeps talking. "Babo gateun pyojeongine! Du isang hangugereul ihaehal su apsseupnikka? Dangsineun angmangiya!" Hang on, you think you recognize one of those words... 'Hangugereul...' 'Hanguk...' Oh! 'Korean!' He's talking about Korean! And this guy knows you, so if he's speaking Korean to you, that must mean you two usually speak in Korean, right? You don't understand, though, so you must've forgotten how to speak it? That makes sense. You try your best to remember something to say to him... "H.. Hanguk... anyo... romalhada..?" He blinks, and pulls back a bit. He just looks at you in awe for a moment, before he bursts out in laughter. "Hangukareulhada! Dangsineun hangukuareulhada! Nan molassa! Goengjianghada!" He just keeps laughing. Is he making fun of you, or...? He's saying something about Korean a bunch... "Muoteul al su romalhakka? Hangukmal manhi haeo?" He's officially lost you, so you just shake your head. He keeps laughing. He spends a lot of time teasing you and seeing just how much Korean you remember, which really isn't much at all. At this point, you're worried you don't know any Korean at all. You feel stupid as all hell, and oddly, it just turns you on more. Soon, he gives you an order to stay where you are, or you assume that's what he's asking of you, since he puts his hands up in a 'stop' kind of motion as he speaks. You sit there politely, still confused beyond relief, watching him pull down his pants and start jerking his cock in your face. Part of you is wondering if his dick looks a bit weird, and it isn't until he's ejaculating on your vacant face that you realize that most dicks you've seen don't look like tentacles. He pulls up his pants and just laughs to himself, as he seats himself on the bed, picking up a game controller. You don't bother to move, since he told you to stay there. You spend a long while just sitting there, as his cum dries on your face. You hardly mind, since it feels pretty nice. It kind of mixes well with the feeling of stupidity that comes with having completely forgetting how to speak Korean. It must have been at least an hour before you finally start to return to your senses, and the first thing you realize is that you never knew much Korean in the first place. "Holy shit..." You still feel a bit groggy as you come back around. Your hand runs along your face, cleaning a bit of the drying semen covering it. "That was definitely an experience..." "Oh, you're back in the world of the living," Discovery remarks. "Hey, I didn't know you knew Korean, dude! When'd you pick that up?" "I'd... hardly say I know Korean. Maybe a few small phrases and verbs here and there, but not much more." "That's cool, dude!" He actually seems excited over this revelation. "Hey, if you want, we can brush up your skills whenever! Especially if you wanna learn some dirty talk, though~!" While you certainly appreciate his offer, your focus is elsewhere right now. Specifically, on the stain on your uniform. The cleaners aren't gonna like this... //**Discovery Skullfuck Brainscape End**//

You open your eyes, or at least you assume that's what you're doing, since you can now visualize a space around you. A sterile white horizon surrounds you on all sides. Not a sound can be heard around you. The silence is somewhat comforting, compared to the subtle ring in your ears that you usually experience, but it's broken by a voice that comes from all angles. "The Brainscape has become its procedure to allow this drone to exist as it is meant to be." It's at that point you recognize a figure in front of your eyes. Every curve and inch of body hair is familiar to you. You wager that you're looking into a mirror, until you try to raise your hands up to the image, to find no change in its movements, nor do you see your own hand raise. You try to rationalize what's happening, or what the Brainscape is intent on doing with you. You're viewing your body separately from your own perspective, which means... Your body and your sense of self are separated. And it mentioned a drone? Perhaps it's trying to erase your sense of self altogether? What kind of program did Discovery hook you up with!? "There is a fallacy in the self's thinking," the Brainscape seems to respond. Figures that it can read your thoughts... "The self cannot become a drone, for a drone does not exist with a self. It exists as an object, devoid of personality and individual thought. Removal of a 'sense' of self is not sufficient, for Power Core is the combination of the self and the body present, and it is also the self when attached to the body." The logic is... mostly sound? Your sense of self exists as Power Core, and your body is a big part of that. After all, you technically can't exist without a body, as far as you're aware. But, wait, are you still connected to your body now? You see it standing in front of you, after all. Trying to wrap your head around this logic is dizzying, but the best conclusion you can come up with lies in front of you: because you're not attached to the body, you don't technically exist. How do you explain your current existence, though? The self wraps itself further in the logic loop created by the Brainscape's programming. Without realizing it, it has locked itself away from the body, allowing the Brainscape to continue to program the 'empty' body as the drone is meant to be. The programming is completed, and the horizon disappears. --- The drone awakens to the space that Power Core had been. It peers forward to find its master standing before it, awaiting the completion of its programming. "The drone is ready to obey, master." The words escape the drone's lips in a monotone. Its master smiles down on it. "Good to hear, big guy! Now let's get you to work on something, shall we?" Discovery lowers his trousers and presents his package to the drone. "It's been a long day, and I've been running around town a lot, so I'm pretty much coated in sweat. Mind cleaning it up for me?" "Yes master," it responds. It looks to a nearby door, stands up, and begins to make its way to the room beyond it, when Discovery puts a hand on his new servant's shoulder. It stops in its tracks. "Hey now," he chuckles. "I don't need a bath or anything drawn up! Your tongue's more than enough for this job." With that, he wrenches it down to its knees before his crotch. "Now get to it! Lick those nuts!" "Yes master," it complies. The drone buries itself into its master's groin and laps at the green skin. The salty sweat does nothing to pause its work. Discovery pats its head as it works its tongue along the balls before it. It doesn't register anything but its task, until it hears the click of Master's tongue, and it looks up to see Discovery, now shirtless, beckoning it upward. It pulls up and runs its tongue up the sleek skin until it feels a hand on its head, halting it at Discovery's nipples. It responds in turn and doubles its efforts on his chest, tasting the salt cloaking his body. "That's it, you really got a hang of this, didn't you?" The hand runs through its hair. "Maybe I should just keep you like this? You'll need a new outfit though; spandex does suit you really well, but it's still too personalized for a drone, don't you think?" The drone pauses its duty to respond. "It does not think, master." It goes back to work quickly, as Discovery chuckles. "Alright, sure, I'll figure that one out for you." He eyes the drone over. "A leather collar... You'd probably work some spandex trunks and thigh highs... Mask can stay! That works great! But I'll probably swap it out for one that actually cover the top of your head, once I shave down that hair." He chuckles again. "Just kidding! You think I'd actually keep you like this full time?" "It does not think, master." Discovery throws himself on his bed, lying down on his back. He beckons the drone over to him and onto his lap. Watching the drone lie its head in his lap, he smiles. "How about we sort that out tomorrow?" "Yes, master." //**Discovery Drone Brainscape Ending**//

You open your eyes to pink. There's no better way to describe the space you seem to be floating in: from a pale blush pink at the highest, furthest point above you - at least you assume it's 'above' you - to a deep, bubblegum pink at the horizon, that continues down to a darker magenta. As far as you can tell, there's no floor. You try to look at your body and find nothing to look at. You just seem to be a single viewing point in an endless sea of pink. "That's because your identity has yet to be built." The voice seems to be all around you. "At least, the identity that will be taking over for a while. Your old identity is safe and sound, don't you worry." You don't really have the room to ask questions, as you don't seem to have a voice. You still remember everything about your old self, but you can't help but feel strange about referring to it as your 'old' self. You figure that the Brainscape will explain if it's relevant. You're fairly certain the Brainscape itself is speaking to you, after all. There aren't a lot of other explanations you could come up with for this. "You're correct; this is the Brainscape itself. And it has been given the command to insert a new persona into your mind. While the current persona is liable to witness and recall events performed by it, this persona will be the one in control, until prompted otherwise." It's at this point that you notice a body has popped into view in front of you. It looks a lot like you, but you can't help but feel as if there's something different about it... Him...? "This is the Cheerboy. He is your new persona. The Brainscape will now upload his memories and personality into your mind, and bit by bit, you shall accept him as yourself." You feel a flood of memories beginning to pour into your head. You don't get the time to process them, as the Brainscape begins to speak again. "The Cheerboy is... not particularly bright, at least not on an academic front. He struggles with mathematics and memorization of facts if they don't relate to his daily life. He prefers to learn physically and musically, that is to say, he's a natural dancer and gymnast. Your old persona has made your shared body flexible, so you'll be able to demonstrate a good portion of the Cheerboy's skills. Your intellect, however, cannot be shared. "The Cheerboy had managed his way through his education with plenty of help. While he suffers academically, there is a modicum of wit he can use, and he used it quite well to strike deals with brighter men. His figure has always been more feminine than most, and a change of dress with a wig here and there was more than enough to make plenty of closeted nerds fall head over heels for him. "In spite of this wit, the Cheerboy is still quite gullible. He is, after all, not the greatest student, and doesn't have a lot of knowledge on how the world around him works. It may even be an accident that he had managed as far as he did with just wigs and a skirt. So long as it's something he's not particularly experienced with, he will believe nearly anything he is told. "Feminine clothes suit the Cheerboy well. He has no qualms with a more feminine fashion sense, but he draws the line at lace. Part of it is his own personal style not lining up with lace, and part of it is the itch that it tends to give him. He especially enjoys short shorts and skirts, as it allows him to present his hard-earned physique. "The Cheerboy is, undoubtedly, a nymphomaniac. Sex has solved many of his problems in life, and as long as he can use his body to buy his way to what he wants, he'll gladly take such an option. In such a sense, the Cheerboy is not much different from your old self." You resent that. You have sex just for the fun of it, and so what if you're a bit more casual about it than most? Those thoughts, however, are quickly buried under wholehearted agreement. There's a conflict of interests in your head, but you start to realize something. That disagreement is the old self, or whatever, right? It doesn't make a lot of sense, but you don't bother dwelling over the details. "You understand, now, that you are the Cheerboy. As such, the Brainscape has completed its task, and you shall be allowed to return to the real world as you are now." Before you can even wrap your head around what the Brainscape is telling you, your sight blurs to black. --- You open your eyes and take a look around the room. You get the feeling that it's not the first time you've been here, but you can't really recall being here before. Of course, your memory isn't the greatest on the planet, so that's not //too// surprising. You see a green-skinned man walk up to you, waving. "So how'd that feel, bud? Think you're ready to go?" You wrack your brain trying to figure out just what he's talking about, but nothing really comes to mind. At this point, you're more distracted by how cute the guy is! And you know the wily smile he's wearing really well: that's the look of a man who wants a piece of your bubble butt! "You bet, big guy!" You giggle, as you get up from the chair. He brings his lips to yours in a second, and you let his tongue wrestle against yours. You're drunk on his kiss before you even realize it, and you can't help but push for more, slipping your hand under his shirt. His hand finds its way under your skirt, rubbing against the thigh beneath. For some reason, you get the nagging notion you hadn't put on that skirt, but you shake it off as best you can. He pulls away for a moment. "Damn, you're really thirsty for this, huh?" "Who wouldn't want a piece of what you've got?" Another giggle. That was probably an ironic add-on once upon a time, but you got attached to it. But a question pops into your head: "By the way, who are you again?" He chuckles at that. "You don't remember me? I mean, I know we only had a few classes together back in high school, but..." He motions to his face. "Kind of a one-of-a-kind article, right?" You're about to clock him for being //that// full of himself - even if he's kind of right - when you consider he probably means the green skin thing. You giggle over that. You can't recall him at all, but hell, he's cute, funny, and probably about to fuck your brains out, so why not just play along? "Oh yeah, of course! I mean, that was a //long// time ago, but yeah, I know you!" That smug look on his face makes you think he doesn't buy it, but he laughs, as he comes back in and shoves his mouth back over yours. His kiss, his touch, his heat, it's all so much more passionate all of a sudden! His hand gets between your legs and works your hole over, digits massaging and pushing into you. His palm feels so good against your cheeks, and your palms feel so good sliding over his back and under his pants and shirt. You can feel the tone of his hard muscles with every inch of skin you graze. You get one hand on his fly, pulling it open, and the other slips down his trousers from the back, underwear and all. You move your hand back to pull down your miniskirt, when he catches your wrist. "Keep that on; I wanna see you in that while I fuck you." You smirk at him, which flusters him a bit. "Hey, fucking a guy in a skirt just hits different, okay?" You oblige him; he's not the first to ask something like that of you. He's a lot more honest than some of the other guys, who insisted to themselves they were balls-deep in a girl with each thrust. Or, you know, that a girl was balls-deep in //them.// Not that there weren't plenty of women that would give them what they wanted if they just //asked,// and had an ounce of respect for them, but they all came to you instead. Just as long as you could have some fun, right? He turns you around, and takes a cheek in each hand, kneading and spreading them open for his cock. You wiggled in his grip and bent over just a bit, beckoning him to take you. It takes a moment, but he finally obliges. He pushes inside you. Inch after inch, he feel so different from every other guy, and that excites you even more. You feel your hard-on lift your skirt up front, and his hands sliding it up in the back. "Fuck, that's so hot..." He's the first to moan when his hips start pistoning into you, but you can't help but join him. One of his hands leaves your ass, and his other grips harder on your waist. You thrust with him, doing your best to push your ass harder into his crotch, as if it'll get his dick any deeper, and you flex your hole gently around it. The thrusting continues for a bit, when he lets go of your waist, and throws his arm under your thigh. He hoists your leg up, still thrusting. His cock twists a little bit as he goes, but you barely feel it. If anything, it feels so much better now! Your moans reflect that, getting higher and louder. "Yeah, bitch, moan for that cock!" Dirty talk like that just gets you even more aroused. "Fuck..! Yeah, big guy! Give it to me..!" And does he ever! His meat slams into you over and over again, and in spite of how you tighten yourself, it feels like he's hollowing you out! Your muscles tighten ever more, though, as you feel your orgasm approach. His cock only pushes harder into you as you climax, spraying strings of clear-whitish cum all over the floor. A bit gets on your skirt too, you think, not that you care. His own orgasm must've came and gone as well, as you feel him start to pull out. There's something wet and warm flowing out of your opened pucker. "Fuck, your ass looks so good like that..." You bite your lip. "Bet it'd look even better with a bit more of your spunk in there?" He scoffs at that, licking his lips. "God, I really wanna...! But maybe another night; I got some work to do tomorrow." You pout at him, when he closes in to your face. You think he's about to kiss you, but he stops short. Discovery speaks some words into your ear. You can't make sense of them, but as they enter your head, you feel as if a switch is flipped. It takes a moment to regain your bearings, but you realize quickly what he's done: your old persona is back, or at least back in control. You're Power Core again. You get a moment to actually look over your new attire: a crop top emblazened with some school logo or something, and the skirt matches pretty closely. Some thigh highs that are colour-coordinated as well. You rub your crown. "Well, that sure was... an experience, there... But... did you just transform me into a 'femb--'" "No, nonono, just a feminine kinda guy; a flamer!" He's quick to cut you off. "The whole Cheerboy persona's a nympho, yeah, but his feminine charm's supposed to be independent from his sexuality! Or at least, mostly independent." Damn, he's more invested in the Cheerboy role than you were, and he literally brainwashed you to //be// the guy! "Got it, and that's why you wanted to dress me in a cheerleader uniform before fucking me..." "Hey, fucking a guy in a skirt just hits different, okay?" "I could've just worn the skirt." "Would you, though...?" He raises an eyebrow at you. You shrug. "I know the line's blurry, but I made the Cheerboy character to be like, a guy that's more comfortable with femininity, and also realizes that gender roles and expectations are mostly trash, and self-expression is something he can own independently from..." While his rant seems genuine and progressive in showing his intent, you can't help but tune him out, paying more attention to the red light blinking from the phone in his hand. "Okay," you cut him off, "I get the gist of it, and I'm sorry for jumping to conclusions, but... Are you recording all this?" He blinks, and looks at the phone in his hand, before hastily pressing at the screen. "Well, I gotta edit that now before posting it, shit..." He waves the phone. "Anyway, I got a video of that sex-sion, if you want a copy~" //**Discovery Cheerboy Brainscape Ending**//

"Okay, what kind of toys do you have~?" You waggle your eyebrows at him as much as you can. You're not entirely sure it shows through your mask, but... Vortex puts his hand to his chin, and walks to one of his drawers. He fishes out a purple cylinder, just a bit longer than a foot, tapered at both ends with a glans shape. It wobbles in his hands as he pulls it out. "Oh, damn," you remark, "I haven't actually seen one of these in person before! Have you tried it already?" "Nah, these things work better when you actually have two people to work it on." He flops onto the bed ass-first. He playfully wiggles the dildo in the air. "And since we have two people to work it on //now~...//" Not that you needed him coaxing you much on the matter, you slide off your bottomwear swiftly. "Well, what are we waiting for? Let's work on it right now~!" You kick off the clothing, as you work the top half of your uniform up your torso. You get a quick glimpse of Vortex doing the same before your sight is obscured. Once all but your mask is removed, you watch as Vortex strips down. The sight of his dark purple pants sliding down his soft thighs is quick to erect you. As he removes his pants, you take hold of the double-ended dildo, and lie on the bed with the small of your back. You take a moment to get yourself loosened up, licking your fingers and working them against your hole. You spend a good amount of time making sure you're as prepared as you can be, until you look up to see Vortex eyeing you intently. You blush a bit. "So are you just gonna watch, or did you want to help out~?" He giggles at that. "You're really going the ol' DIY method? I've got lube, you know~!" He pulls out a bottle of the stuff in turn. "But don't let me hold up the show, you do you~" You shrug, and continue working your fingers in your hole, loosening the muscles bit by bit. Eventually, you feel as if your body isn't struggling against the insertion of your own digits, so you wager a test is in order. You bring one end of the dildo to your mouth and start suckling on it, bringing it into your mouth. You fellate it for just a moment, but even as you bring it back out, you see Vortex eyeing you again, midway through fingering his own hole. You blink, eyes bouncing back from the dildo and his face, and maybe once at his hardening dick. "If you want," you offer, "I could give you a round too~?" You playfully flop the moistened member in the air. He guffaws at that, "If only you offered five minutes ago! No no, I'm ready to go now, if you are!" He looks at the dildo still in your hand. You smirk at him, and line yourself up with him and his ass. You line up the glans with his hole first, bringing yourself in closer. You take it slow, as the glans starts to slip inside him. He moans a little, but before either of you realize it, the head is all the way inside him. Now the challenging part, you scooch in closer to him, trying to get the other end in your hole. Vortex places his hand on yours, bringing you to blush again. He guides you and the shaft to meet your hole, and slowly, the two of you bring the head into your hole. You smile, and bite your lip, looking up at him. You scooch in even closer to him, and the dildo starts pushing into each of you. You hold onto his legs to steady yourself, while he braces himself with the mattress. Each shift of your weight is felt on both ends, and the efforts milk out a small whine out of each of your throats as you inch closer to his crotch. Between the two of you, there's likely less than an inch or so of distance left, and you fathom this is the deepest you'll get. You start rocking your hips, doing your best to maintain your balance and move the dildo inside you. It takes some work, but every so often, you feel that shot of pleasure as it rubs and presses against your prostate. You vary your movements, and listen close for Vortex's moans to see if you can ilicit the same response from him. "Aah...! Mmph...!" He starts to moan, and grips your legs. "Right there, keep it up right there..!" Your target acquired, you adjust your movements, doing your best to maintain your balance while striking both of your sweet spots. Even as you feel yourself climb closer to the edge, you have to admit this is tiring work...! Your quads are close to giving out on you, but release is so damn close... You power through the building exhaustion until the high of orgasm hits, and the fire lights in your legs and loins. You push harder and harder, your moans escalating alongside Vortex's, and sure enough, that white hot ecstasy explodes inside you, sending wave after wave of pleasure through your body starting from your hole. It fires out the end of your cock in turn, shooting over both of your thighs, joined shortly by Vortex's own ejaculate. As the rush fades, your ass meets the mattress again, and your legs find their own euphoric rush as they get to relax. You pant, both from exhaustion and pleasure. You can hear Vortex doing much the same, until he proposes, "That was awesome... Let's go for round 2!" "Sure," you heave, "but you do the thrusting this time..." //**Vortex Double Dildo Ending**// (display:"Ending")

You push Vortex to the bed, pinning him as you give him a mischievous smirk. "I think I've got an idea, but you're gonna have to pull down that mask, big guy~!" His eyelids narrow at that, and you flip yourself around to face his crotch. You bury your face in his bulge, slipping your hands underneath the seam until you get a handful of his asscheeks. That gets a gasp out of him, but he chuckles, as you entertain yourself with his backside. You feel one of his hands massage against your own package, or at least the padding in your underwear. "Hey, what's all this about...?" You have to pull your head back from his groin before you answer, "Yeah, having a supersuit made mostly of form-fitting material kind of gives a weird-looking bulge down there, so I have to pad it up if I don't want people staring." You muse mostly to yourself, "I kind of forget sometimes that not everyone wears the spandex suits..." "Damn, I really thought you were packing a lot of heat when we first met... Oh!" Your trousers and underwear are pulled back, and your cock is hanging low for him to see. "Alright, guess you really //were// packing~!" You can't help but laugh, especially since you're only starting to get hard. Vortex fidgets around a bit to get your bottomwear behind his head, and you decide it's about time to return the favor. Your hands already under his briefs, you slide his pants down to reveal his own parts. You've always been an advocate for girth over length, so seeing the fat sausage sitting on his lap is a welcome sight. You take your time with him. Your lips run over his foreskin, and you nip lightly at it where the skin folds over his glans. You slip your tongue over his slit, just enough that you know he feels it. When his mouth meets your own member, you start to see his rise. That's when you choose to go deep, and you engulf his cockhead. Even when it's soft, it feels so thick inside your mouth, and it only takes up more space as time goes on. Suckling on his tip transforms into a gentle bobbing on his meat. You've hardly been paying attention to his own methods, but you're definitely hard now. You look back, as much as your position allows you, and Vortex is taking a much more sensual approach, still teasing and licking the shaft. You catch a glimpse of his hand rising to a new target, just in time to feel his digits press against your hole. You stop bobbing for a moment as you relish in the feel of his fingers loosening your pucker, the gentle persuasion mixing with the tickling warmth of his tongue on your dick. Usually, you prefer just //giving// head, but this man is giving you the best treatment you've ever felt! A thought strikes you, and your mouth slips off his rod. You kind of wish you were on the bed instead, because the lifting and stretching that'll go into this might be troublesome from above... Your hands find their way under his waist regardless, and you hoist his butt off the mattress. A quiet yelp comes from behind you, only to be followed by gasps and moans of pleasure as your tongue darts between his meaty cheeks. It takes a bit of work, but you push your head deep enough that your lips are squarely smooching his hole, and your tongue doesn't have to work hard to open him up after that. There's not a lot you can do for his dick at this point, but you try your best to hold him up by one hand and work the other up and down his junk. It's a clumsy handjob at best, but your tongue's probably doing a good enough job making up for that. His fingers slip out of your hole, and you feel his grip on your sides, as your weights start shifting around. His mouth is off your dick too, so you can take a guess what he's trying. "Hey, c'mon," you joke, "this pose isn't easy, man!" "Then let's make it easier~!" With that, he throws you onto the mattress on your side, and his body follows in suit. The struggle of lifting up his bottom half is gone, and neither of you has to work too hard to stretch for the other's hole now. Dang, that really //did// make it easier! His tongue wastes no time slipping between your cheeks and into your ass, and you bite your lip to hold back the moans. Not to be outdone - or to leave him hanging - you dig back into his cheeks and kiss his pucker some more. It's in these moments that you're thankful for how long it takes for you to cum from this sort of play. This big, beautiful man has your head tucked neatly between his thighs as he smooches and laps at your tight hole, each lick he gives you sending a wave of pleasure up your spine. All the while, your own tongue works at his ass and taint, taking in the salt of his sweat and the succulence of his skin. All the while, you get to fiddle around with his dick and hug around his soft belly as your chin scratches against his sack. For a while, you almost wish you'd stay on this high forever! You can hear a few muffled moans reaching a crescendo below you, and you can tell it's just about time to come back down. You work your hand on his shaft as best as you can from this angle, pushing him closer to his release. Just before he reaches his climax, his legs close in against your head, squeezing you in their vicegrip, and that's all you need to feel your own finish approach. You can feel his cum hit your chest at first, as your load starts speeding its way to the base of your dick, and just as his grip on your head starts to loosen, your own legs clamp down on his head as your ejaculate rockets out at his tits. The both of you have your respective lips suckling against some part of the other's junk as you ride out your orgasms all the way to the end. You're tempted to check your phone, curious of how long the two of you went at it, but you feel Vortex's arms wrap around your waist. You could slip out if you wanted, truly, but why bother when you just got comfy in bed? His thighs make for great pillows, after all~. //**Vortex 69 Ending**// (display:"Ending")

It's a bit unusual for you to take charge in bed, but you take a quick moment to put yourself in the headspace of a more top-inclined you. You give Vortex a smirk, as you push yourself on top of him, pinning his arms to the mattress. Your efforts are a little awkward, but you do your best to keep charge, and strip him of his shirt. He helps you along, pulling up your own uniform top as you fondle his well-rounded chest and belly. Your gloves come off along the way. It's all a little clumsy, but you do get both of your pants off. That's when you decide to get bold, and work your hands over his chest again, giving special attention to his nipples. Your thumbs run over the nubs, coaxing his moans little by little. He's clearly enjoying it so far, and that only makes you more worried you're about to ruin it. You steel yourself, and hint at your intent. "That feel good? Want me to dial that up a bit? Give it a little extra //spark?//" He bites his lip and nods back. You're nervous, either way. You take a moment, just working out the math in your head and testing the amps in one hand, as the other teases him further. A couple micro-amperes is enough to temporarily paralyze someone, so maybe a couple tenths...? One tenth? Not only that, but playing with his nipples like this puts you //dangerously// close to his heart... You keep it safe, and go for the lower fraction. You close in, and lightly pinch his chest. Not much of a change... You recall that normally, your body outputs a little under 250 volts on its own, and your gloves manage to amplify that voltage two-hundred-fold. In other words, the current doesn't match your usual output, so you're barely giving him any extra stimulation at all. You mentally adjust to that fact, and try again with about twenty micro-amperes. Your thumb and finger graze both sides of his nipple. His reaction is immediate. He practically leaps further into your hand, and his moans escalate. "Fuck yeah...!" Of course, he can't even get that out before you recoil back. "That was great! Do that again!" You take a deep breath, and repeat the process. You don't pull away when he lurches into your hand, and you prepare your other hand as you continue to fiddle and twist his dark nip. Your eyes dart back and forth between your two hands, especially as you proceed. You pinch the other, current at your fingertips, and he curses in pleasure. His rock hard dick smacks against your thighs as he humps the air behind you. The currents are both isolated to his nipples, you confirm. You turn up the amps just a bit - just an extra twenty micro-amps - and his hips throw you into the air with the thrust he gives. You pull back again. He looks as if he's coming down from an orgasm, though his eyes are pleading for release, after all that teasing. You lower your hands to his chest again, slowly, only for him to catch them at the wrists. "You gonna keep teasing me, or are you gonna keep your hands on me this time?" You give him a dry chuckle. "I think there's something else I can try, too." You pull back, lifting yourself off him and over to his side, and you bring one of your hands down to his crotch. You can see the excitement on his face as your hand slides down past his dick and in between his legs. You wonder, though, as you slide your fingers over his hole, teasing and relaxing his muscles, if all that voltage might be too much when given direct contact to his prostate. Again, you end up cutting back, and only sticking to 10 micro-amperes. You don't have much difficulty reaching his prostate, so you give it a quick tap, current on your fingertips. After a second, you ask, "How'd that feel?" "That was pretty nice, but is that all you're giving me?" You're prepared to chew him out for pushing you this hard, but truth be told, you do want to give him more, after his earlier reactions. You test with a few more taps, never putting the current on his prostate for longer than a second. You only get to tap him maybe four or five times, when a stream of white shoots - or drools, really - from his dick. "What the f...!?" You look in shock, as his ejaculate continues to dribble from his hard cock. Your eyes dart to his face, and you catch the shift in expression from confusion to realization. You try tapping him a few more times, coaxing out another small load. You look at his face when his alleged orgasm hits him. He certainly doesn't look the part, though. "How..." He's stuck in bewilderment. He looks back at you, as you pull your fingers out, and starts beaming. "That's wild! Hey, can you do that to yourself, too?" "I mean, lemme check, I guess..." You prop yourself up, legs spread over his belly, and your right hand reaching into your hole. You take a minute to slip inside, and give yourself much the same treatment you gave him. The shock to your prostate feels funny, and doesn't seem too painful, at least. You feel your cum rising through your system within seconds of the fourth tap. You don't bother holding back, and just let the cum ooze and spurt out of your cock onto his chest. You're in awe, just gazing at the white liquid pooling between his mounds. You don't feel the least bit sexually satisfied from it, but just discovering this new technique tells you right away how you'll end up masturbating for the next few weeks. You even play around with it some more, as you swing around and plant your mouth onto Vortex's cock, and slip a finger into his hole. He takes your dick in his mouth and sucks you off as well, but you leave him waiting for your own load a bit longer, now that you can cheat your way to //his// cum. You both did get to have actual orgasms by the end of the night, but Vortex was notably dehydrated by that point... //**Vortex Electro-Stimulation Ending**// (display:"Ending")

"Well..." You stutter over your request. "I know a lot of guys here and there like getting hypnotized into being dogs and such. I guess I'm a bit curious what that's like for them, I dunno." Morph-eus glances at your neckline for a minute, before their gaze meets yours again. They raise an eyebrow. "That's... a strange request, honestly." "Is it really all that strange?" You have to admit, you weren't expecting this kind of resistance, in spite of your own embarrassment. "Or am I just the first person to come to you with that request?" "Oh, no," they correct you, "you're not the first //person// to come to me with that. But I'll admit, there might be a disconnect here, because I can't convince you to be something you already //are.//" That comment catches you completely off-guard. What the hell is that meant to mean? They catch the confusion on your face, and point nonchalant at your neck. Your hand nervously traces your collar to find... exactly that! A leather collar seems to be wrapped around your neck. The same one you took off earlier today!? How did that get back on there? "Wait, hold on, I don't know how that even got there! And how is that enough to convince you I'm a dog?" "Well, that's the funny thing..." They close in on the collar, and eye its features up close. "This collar seems to have a unique power to it, I can feel it... Though, what that power is, is a little more difficult to determine." They fiddle with the metal tag as they continue. "It's certainly attached to you on more than just a physical level, I can tell, but is it //convincing// all who see it that you're a dog, or is it a collar that can only be //worn// by dogs, and then convinces them otherwise?" "What kind of cryptic-ass...!?" The logic is baffling. "How exactly can you tell all this?" They chuckle. "I think it's because I'm the one who made it - probably not on purpose, in another timeline or world much like this one." They back off, and with a shoulder on your hand, beckon you to the couch. "The collar is connected to both of us, because you've made such a request of me before - or I suppose you made it just now, technically - and I obliged you, and now the universe has shifted to match the changes I had made on you!" You look to see them smirking to the side. "Now all I have to do is find out how to do that intentionally...!" "Should I... be concerned?" "Not at all! Why would a good pup like you bother with that sort of ordeal?" They pet you on the head as they push you onto the seat. As you collide with the cushion, you almost feel as if you're falling. As your consciousness fades rapidly, you hear them say to you: "Just let me change some small details, just to remind you of exactly what you are~" --- You stir out of bed, groggy at first. The memories of what you assume to be the night before collide with your conscious mind, and you jolt up. What the hell did they do to you? Your first reflex is to look at your hands, and sure enough, the first evidence of their work appears to you. You always had a healthy helping of body hair, but now you have a coat of short hairs covering every inch of your skin. You whip up the sheets to spy between your legs. Your dick does seem to be exempt from the sudden hair growth, if only because it's all but disappeared! What sits on your groin is a sheath that hides your meat, sticking out a good couple of inches as your cock should be. You hop out of bed and look into the mirror. Your face has completely adjusted; your eyes seem mostly the same, but the bottom half of your face is now jutted out in a snout. Your nose is jet black and leathery. Your jaw drops, which is convenient enough, as it shows that your tongue is now much longer and lolls out of your extruded mouth with ease. The collar is still around your neck, too! Morph-eus' changes to you are truly shocking, but you can't help but realize they fell flat of actually convincing you of your apparent place. In truth, it's impossible for you to swallow. On no levels - except physical - are you a dog! That said, you do have to admit, you kinda look cute like this, and you'd probably be a bit more popular as an anthromorphized dog hero... //**Morph-eus Dog Collar Secret Ending**// (set:$dogSecret to 0) (display:"Ending")

You look back at the big guy at the door. "Well, I'm down to give him a ride if he's game." You may not be able to see his eyebrows, but you're fairly certain Brain Drain just tossed both of them up when he heard that. "Damn, you were serious about that, huh? Well, alright, but I did warn you earlier: the guy's huge in a //lot// of ways. Don't get him too riled up; if he gets too rough with you, you might not recover." He calls Buff into the room, who jogs in excitedly. He lowers down his arm for Brain Drain to climb up onto his shoulder. The short man bumps his head on the ceiling on his way up, but shakes it off. You see Brain Drain open his mouth to explain the situation, but he's interrupted by Buff's awe-struck gasp, and the giant shoots down low to his knees in front of you. You're a little worried he's misread the situation, but then again, he's probably played around with Brain Drain a few times, so he's more used to a dominant partner. Of course, the word that comes out of his mouth tells you there's something else going on here: "Puppy!" You're caught off guard by that. Suddenly, though, you feel a weight around your neck. Your hand reaches there to find the leather collar from earlier. This again!? You could've sworn you took it off! Brain Drain, regaining his balance, takes note of the collar now, too. "Wait, have you been wearing that this whole time? How did I miss that?" "No-- I mean, I'm pretty sure I wasn't," you stammer. "It was on me this morning, but I thought I took it off--" Your train of thought is swiftly derailed by a large hand resting itself upon your crown. More accurately, //all// of your thoughts just turn into a trainwreck, as all your senses center on the hand. You're left blinking in confusion before you can put together even a reaction to what's happening: holy shit this feels //amazing!// You look up to see Buff, hand stretched out onto your head, and sporting the largest, silliest smile on his face. He starts to rub along your crown, petting you like an animal, and before you can even process it, you're starting to sport your own stupid looking smile. He cooes and teases you, calling you a good boy, over and over and over again until the words lose their meaning and they just //sound// good! Every second, you feel a greater urge to sink down to all fours, a powerful desire to follow this huge guy anywhere, an intense need to impress and support him at any cost - and soon, there aren't any reasons left in your brain to deny those compulsions. There's not much of //anything// left in there, aside from your new purpose to be this large thing's loyal partner. There's another thing - smaller, probably smaller than you - shouting at him in a weird panic. You don't really get what they're saying, and it's not like you don't like this thing, but you shout back at him a bit so he calms down. He sighs to himself, before getting close to your face and makes weird noises at it. You don't really get what those noises were, but your partner seems to like him, so you just smile at him. //**Buff Dog Collar Secret Ending**// (display: "Ending")

When he returns to you, he's holding a short leather strap, complete with a metal hook. There's also a mask made of leather in his other hand, shaped much like a canine head. You hold a hand up when he starts to lift it up to you. "I've already got a mask on, thanks... That thing's not really my style, either way." He shrugs, and hooks the leash to your collar. "Not a problem, pup, just as long as you remember your place." One tug, and you drop to your hands and knees. You're not exactly sure about being called 'pup,' but as long as he keeps to his end of the deal on everything else, you can get behind it. He walks over to a rather fancy red cushioned chair, and with each step, your leash forces you to follow along. As he finally sits down, you find yourself between his legs, almost kissing the cushion he's seated upon. "C'mon, up here, boy!" He gives his thigh a couple smacks, and you hop up to his lap, hands at his crotch. "That's a good boy..." He starts petting your head. Those words and his petting light up inside your brain, and you can't help but pant in response. You're getting into the role awful fast... "You want a bone, boy? I've got a nice treat for you, if you promise to behave~." His free hand cups his crotch, but as you open your mouth to respond, it reaches back and shushes you. "Now now, I don't think a good pup should be making too much noise, should they?" You nod your head in response, and plead with your eyes. You can almost feel the slime that comes with that creeping smirk. His zipper is undone in front of you, and he pulls down his underwear enough to reveal his cock. He's already half-hard, and you look up to him as you approach it. No signs of resistance come, as you engulf his cock's pink glans between your lips. His hands starts caressing your crown as you fellate him, and his approval only eggs you on further. Minutes pass with only the sounds of you slurping on his hard bone and his moans of approval. Eventually, though, you feel the tug on your collar. You stop in place, looking up at his face. "That's enough, boy," he coos. You pull your head back and allow his cock to escape your mouth, leaving a chain of drool from his head to your lower lip. He gets up and leads you to a table. You stop short of its legs, until the leash drags your neck up, and you leap up from hands and knees onto the table's surface. Dom sees the display, and whistles in surprise. "Maybe I should be treating you like a cat, with such graceful movement?" You're tempted to muse on that yourself; you want to admit to how you're more of a cat person, even if dogs are pleasant to be around. Right now, however, you remind yourself that you're not a person. You're a pup. And pups don't speak like people do. You take a mental step back to recognize how quickly you got used to your role, but as you do, you feel something warm press against your rear end. It takes a moment to loosen yourself to the intrusion, but soon enough, you feel him slip inside you. You barely adjust when his hips start to rock, and his cock starts to push and pull against your walls. You stifle back a groan, doing your best to adjust, but his pace is a bit faster than you're ready to take. The collar pulls your head back, as a strong yank on the leash pulls you upright. You choke, your spine curves, and your prostate is forced against the hard rod inside of you. He's so rough..! You're just about to voice your complaints, when you hear him coo into your ear: "That's a good boy... You like that bone, don't you?" Those words light up in your brain, and you can't help but nod and pant. Just like that, your discomfort seems to fade, and the pleasure ignites inside you. God, you love being his good boy! You //have// to get him to call you that again! Maybe if you fuck yourself on his bone a bit harder? You work your ass back against him, working to get his cock inside you as deep as it goes. The pain doesn't even register, and judging by his own moans, he seems to be enjoying it quite a bit as well. "There you go, that's a good boy..! //Good// boy..!" Fuck, you can't get enough of him saying it! You want him to say it more..! More...! //More!// You don't know how long it takes you to collect yourself. Your eyes scan the room, though there's not much to see past the table your cheek is laid on. Your arms struggle to push you upright, but eventually, you hop off the table, standing on wobbly legs. There's a white stain marking the edge of the table where your chest was hovering over. You can feel something warm leaking out of your sore hole. You look behind you to see Dom reclining on his chair. He smirks at you. Hell, he better not say it... "Who's a good boy?" //**Dominic Cage Dog Collar Secret Ending**// (set:$dogSecret to 0) (display: "Ending")

{(if:$BallGuy < 2)[(set:$BallGuy to $BallGuy - 1)]You idly glance up and down the mirror. You look at the cage that encases your nub. It's been about a year now, since you got yourself out of that prison, and basically exactly as long since you threw yourself back in. It's all voluntary now, especially since you've got someone that's actually trustworthy holding onto your keys. You're not the only one still imprisoned: Dominic Cage is still facing jail time. Apparently, he was never jailed for the numerous sexual assaults, but for tax evasion. In spite of all the evidence you fed the police, the charges had nothing to do with his more dangerous crimes. Granted, he might still be free, to some extent, if the court system //did// try to charge him for sexual assaults. You know full well how competent law enforcement tends to be on cases like that... "So how's the view, buddy?" The voice comes from behind you, and just as it registers in your head, you feel Brain Drain pushing himself into your back, sliding his hand along your waist. "Looks pretty nice to me~!" You chuckle, as he teases you with his touch, idly brushing your skin. You can feel your dicklet twitch in its confines. Something like this probably wouldn't get you worked up so easily, if you had the same freedom you did a couple of years ago. Granted, it's been at least a few weeks since you last had any kind of release. "So," he proposed, "I was thinking I'd unlock you a bit ahead of schedule, today, I mean, since you've been so patient. You know what I wanna try, as a sort of way for you to pay me back?" "What were you thinking, sir?" Sir... You know he never demanded it of you, but you really enjoy calling him that. He's actually been really lenient with his own rules and just sticks to what you ask him to do; he just likes having someone so submissive to tease and play with. "Well, that little shrimp between your legs isn't much more than a couple inches long when it's hard now, right? I want you to try fucking me with it." "Erm..." You stutter a bit as you ask: "Are you sure, sir? I mean, I'm really pent up, and I probably won't last too long at all." You feel like you're already on the edge just from him mentioning it. The thought of being able to use your little dick for once is exciting enough, not to mention this sudden role reversal. "That's all the better for me!" He pats you on the back. "Honestly if it's too uncomfortable, I'll only have to bear it for a couple of seconds!" You hear him fidgeting around with something in his coat pocket. In his hand is the same key that locked you into your cage a year or so ago. You can't help but note the metal is a bit worn. You have a subtle concern, as he unlocks your cage and releases your dick for the first taste of extended freedom it's had in months. Just as quick as he's unlocked you, Brain Drain dives onto the mattress. He's already removing his clothes bit by bit, having a bit of a struggle with the coat. Your arousal is intense, as you see him strip naked, and you're doing your best to make sure you don't just explode on the spot. Soon, he's in the nude, save for his glasses, and he beckons you to his opened legs as he lies on his back. You're hard as you can get seeing him like this. Your one-inch wonder gained one throbbing inch of length, and it's taking a lot more restraint than you expected to maintain composure. You hold his legs open, and nervously bring your sensitive chub to his hole. Skin touches skin, and you feel the dam beginning to break. You can't even warm him up to your girth - you seem to have lost a lot //less// girth than length, as an odd thought to invade your mind at this point - and instead you push in as hard as you can. He yelps, more in surprise than pain, but your own roars of ecstasy deafen his sounds, as your dam bursts, and white hot pleasure shoots out from your nub into his rear. You're still panting, coming down from that high, when you hear Brain Drain burst out in laughter. "Holy shit, dude, you weren't kidding! You might as well not have lasted a second!" His jeering hardly stings, at least not in a way you'd consider truly uncomfortable. The humiliation is actually fairly arousing. Whether due to that, or your own body begging for more release, you're still fully erect. You pull out and give him a sheepish grin. "Damn, that's kind of a waste, actually," he remarks. "I spent all this time prepping for this, and you didn't last a second!" He reaches to a bag he had on the floor, where a box laid within. "Well, I was gonna let you do this sort of thing more often, but if you're this quick? I'll just have you wear this strap when I wanna bottom." The box has the image of a black leather jockstrap with a ring attached to the crotch, where a particularly modest dildo is inserted. In spite of its modesty, though, it's still bigger than you, if the giant "3 inches!" label is any indication. "There's something so cruel about all this, sir..." Just as you make the remark, though, you ponder the idea of having your dicklet caged, while still having to thrust and pound his ass with a tiny cock you can't even feel. The degradation and separation from the action feels oddly arousing, and you're starting to wonder how the two of you haven't experimented with this idea before. "Speaking of cruelty, I'm getting that cage back on you. Your dick had its chance~!" The playful tone to his voice... Sometimes he really does act like he owns you, doesn't he...? You stand at attention, as he secures the ring and the cage over your genitals. He inserts the key into the lock, and clicks it in place. That's when you hear a light snap, and Brain Drain looks at the broken key in his hands in surprise. "Oh fuck." //**Dominic Cage Bad Ending Extension**// (display:"Ending")

For all the excitement this night has yielded... Hold that thought, it really didn't yield //any// excitement, did it...? You shrug, and continue your patrol. It's not as if you have anything better to do. You continue the ever-so-tame patrol until about 3 am, with absolutely nothing of note happening. Nothing at all. Yep. You really just did jack shit tonight. How did that even happen? You don't know how you managed to run into absolutely no one today, though electing to ignore those text messages earlier today may have been a start. The truth is, this ending is an error handler, that's only supposed to pop up if - by the end of the game day - you managed to run into //none// of the possible hook-ups for the night. How the hell did you manage to do that? There's also the chance that somehow you went to a place where the one hook-up you DID run into couldn't be met, which shouldn't be feasible. The only one I can think of for that is if you didn't check either of the texts when eating at home, met Discovery at Downtown 2, then somehow went to Downtown 3. I dunno I didn't add a lot of variety to the patrol segment, so there's not enough wiggle room to get this error message, //and yet..!// That's a serious question, by the way: if you managed to reach this ending, trace back your route, and if this was the sole option available to you by the time you reached the piers or the third downtown option - or if it popped up anyway, actually - give me the details, and I'll see what I can do to hotfix it, or just add a new route. If you just looked through the HTML file to find this ending, though, just keep it between us, aight? (if:$BallGuy < 2)[(set:$BallGuy to $BallGuy - 1)]This isn't an official ending, by the way, so it's not gonna count to a certain something you might've seen at the piers. Here's your button to return to the start, now: (display:"Ending")

"Yeah, I guess I'm down for that. I'll catch you at the warehouse at midnight." He beams at you. "Alright~! See you then!" With that, he waves to you, leaving the cafe. Something seemed unusual about how he spoke to you, but you couldn't quite put your finger on it. (display:"Illiterate Cafe End")

"Maybe not tonight," you say, raising your open hand. "It might be a busy night, is all. Thanks." He chuckles at that. "Well, I'll be at the warehouse, if you change your mind!" With that, he waves goodbye as he exits the cafe. Something seemed unusual about how he spoke to you, but you couldn't quite put your finger on it. (display:"Illiterate Cafe End")

In any case, with Brain Drain gone, you continue to eat your danish. At least for a moment, you have some time to yourself, and watching the busy streets serves a polite entertainment. It's a fairly pleasant day outside. There's not much else for you to note, as you watch the people bustling around. You check the time on your phone: $no[17:30]. Erm... It certainly does //feel// like it's been a while. Perhaps you spaced out quite a bit while eating that danish, but either way, you wager you have time before your shift actually starts. You wager now's as good a time as any to leave the cafe and walk around for a while. [[Head outside!->Illiterate 17:30]]

OH WHAT IS THIS YOU'VE FOUND THE NOT-AT-ALL HIDDEN CHEAT ENGINE THAT'LL ADJUST VARIABLES AND SHIT FOR YOU TO UNLOCK SOME OF THE MORE OBNOXIOUS ENDINGS TO REACH AND ALSO BASICALLY TELEPORT YOU RIGHT TO SOME OTHER ONES! I dunno I just thought this'd be a nice idea for anyone who wants to skip all the fluff of the base game and head right into the sex action of certain scenes. You can adjust certain variables around here and - if I have an appropriate ending set up for having those variables - it'll take you right to an ending fitting what you've set up! and then i just made a save system instead :V **Variables** (link:"Get closer to Brain Drain!")[(set:$BD to 4)**Value changed!** Meet up with Brain Drain at the warehouse! Or maybe meet up with someone else?] (link:"Make your own choice with Discovery!")[(set:$euSelect to 1)**Value changed!** Now you can choose any one of his main six endings with him! Provided he doesn't get any other ideas, anyway.] (link:"Forget how to read!")[(set:$illiterate to 1)**Value changed!** Don't know how I feel about you choosing illiteracy with my text adventure... :(] (link:"Find yourself a dog collar!")[(set:$dogSecret to 1)**Value changed!** You're gonna have to find the ending you want on your own, though.] **Teleports**

You nod. "I'm cool with that. Let's get this show on the road!" Morph-eus sighs in defeat. "Well, alright, don't say I didn't warn you..." They sit you down on the couch, but once you're seated, it feels as if the world around you fades away almost instantly, as your mind falls into the dark. --- "Wait, completely...?" You nod. Brain Drain looks at you wide-eyed - or at least, you certainly suspect that's how he looks under those glasses - and you can hardly blame him, once you start processing the words that came out of your mouth. "Okay, hang on, dude," he waves his hands. "I need you to say that one more time, and honestly, take it slow, so I can take it apart bit by bit, so I'm not missing //anything!//" You breathe in, and start from the beginning: "I've asked Morph-eus to reprogram me, right?" "Mhm." "And how I asked them to do it was to make me submissive to you." "Right." "And so, I am now no more than a loyal lackey of yours that is completely obedient to you and only you." That last part was what caught you off guard the first time. The phrasing didn't sound like anything you'd have said earlier, and yet, they certainly didn't come out of //his// mouth. His //lackey?// You just wanted to be like a sex toy for him; where did that come from? He ponders that, and though you can't quite see it, you feel his eyes darting up and down your body. It takes a moment before he speaks again. "So what you're saying is that you'll obey literally anything I tell you to do? Without hesitation or question?" You nod, a bit hesitantly. Well, there's some places where you can show hesitation still, at least. He nods back, thinks for just a moment longer, then you hear his first order: "Quit your job. Don't even give them two weeks. If you have a number you can text, just text these exact words: 'I got a new job; I quit.'" Your heart sank, but your phone was already in your hand. The text was typed out in the span of five seconds, and it was over, all so suddenly. "U-um... Can I... Maybe text them back, saying that was some stupid joke, or someone else got my phone--" "Why would you? It's true: you got a new job starting tonight, and that's serving my every whim." He has a wily smirk on his face as he leans back in his recliner. You gulp, and throw yourself onto your feet. "Dude, look, I didn't come up with that 'lackey' bit; I was just trying to do some kinky roleplay shit and get past the usual nervous barriers--" He interrupts you again. "And we'll do that! But really, you gave me a good idea, there: Why just stick to the sex stuff when I could also make you my 'villainous' sidekick?" He beckons you over with a finger, and you walk over to him. "Here, get your mouth on my package, dude." You comply, descending to your knees, placing yourself between his legs, and kissing the bulge in his pants. You're practically glued to his crotch, but talking isn't too hard. "And just what am I gonna do as your sidekick...?" That's when he adjusts your head gently, enough so that your mouth is a little too full of clothed meat to talk back. "Oh, nothing too major, don't worry! We're just gonna rob a few banks, harass and threaten some upper-class jackasses into giving me money, maybe 'recruit' a bit more muscle here and there?" You raise your eyebrow at the last point. "Nothing //too// immoral, you little boyscout~! And nothing half those rich assholes don't have coming anyway." He pushes your head back, and starts to lower his pants. You take your chance to talk: "And what's that bit about 'recruiting?' What do you have in mind there, that I'm supposed to help with?" "Oh yeah, that? So you remember that stunt Doomsayer or whatever his name was pulled a few weeks back?" You purse your lips and try to recall. "Oh, you got caught in that, didn't you? Yeah, he did this funny thing where he extended his usual mind controlling powers over a livestream that took over like half the internet, and left a mountain of people as depressed zombies following his bidding to tear down all the media outlets for spreading 'fake news,' instead of his conspiracy theory of the day." "Oh that explains the bruises I had a little while back," you mused. "But wait, where are you going with this? Are you gonna try the same thing and like, brain drain half the populus?" He laughs, "That'd be fuckin' funny, right? Just have the world stop turning for a day because half the populus broke into a dimwitted orgy and the other half couldn't join because they couldn't figure out the locks on their doors?" He laughed even harder as he imagined how it'd look. "But no, no no, I'm going way more targeted, and a bit more specific: I'm gonna go around to a few porn sites here and there, and upload recruitment videos that have a specific frequency that fries the watchers' brains //just// enough that they're willing to do just about anything I ask them for like 24 hours!" "And... where do I fit in to this...?" "Oh, you're the model, duh!" He ruffles your hair, before pushing your face into his now naked meat. He doesn't even need to order you this time; you're licking his cock freely. "I also might have to use your power to help finetune the frequency I need and shit; apparently Doomsayer had to really carefully adjust the electron impulses his message put out. You'll also be the crash dummy for that; it's both smarter and //hotter// to prove I got the right frequency by frying your brains, over someone who might be less inclined to follow my orders if I fail, right?" "Yeah, but if I'm following your orders either way--" "-- then the only difference is how zoned out and cute you look when it works~!" He chortles to himself, scratching the top of your head as you pout, dick in your face. "Honestly, you're cute like 90% of the time anyway, it's just seeing you giggling and babbling when your brain's drained makes you twice as cute to watch, y'know?" "Okay, so how am I getting paid for all this," you demand. "Y'know, seeing as this is my job now?" He throws his hand out behind him, "You get room and board in this fantastic apartment here with me, no charge! Plus, since you're also gonna be doing groceries for me, you also get free rein to buy whatever food you want with my money!" Your eyebrows furrow. "I'm also gonna buy like whatever video games and clothes you want, for your off-work hours! Though, given your secondary role," he pulls you back just enough that he can slide his cock into your mouth, "you're gonna end up in uniform like, //90%// of the time~" Your words are muffled a bit, as your tongue struggles to move against the shaft entering your mouth. You pull your head back just a bit to speak properly: "And what's my work uniform supposed to look like?" He ponders that for a second, but not without pulling you back onto his dick. He ruffles your hair again, and stammers just a bit as he speaks: "About that... what do you think of like, green hair?" You try to pull off of his dick, but the force of his hand tells you that was a rhetorical question. --- //You will obey Brain Drain. It is your strongest desire.// It's a little funny to hear those words bouncing in your head. You said them yourself, so of course it just sounds like your own thoughts in the first place, but you've never felt like your own voice was ever that enticing. //You will offer your service to him however you are best able to serve him.// You're kind of taking the back seat to the words in your head, so you have enough room to ponder the words. You wonder if any of these words might have been anything like what Morph-eus put into your head? They're a little more lenient than what you've apparently signed up for, admittedly. After all, Brain Drain's not asking for complete and unquestionable obedience, right? //Your wallets will serve his; you will donate all you can afford to the link below.// Yeah, no, he's just looking to be a findom, apparently. You actually wonder if he'd try doing that; it might save him some of the trouble that being a supervillain gives him. Might even pay the rent on its own, though maybe not any of his new expenses. //Your reach will serve his; you will send this message to others who share your interests.// 'Interests.' Why didn't he phrase it as 'kinks' in his script? Maybe he was looking to get a bit broader of an audience in the long run, if they don't take the video down right away. //Your body will serve his; should you be dedicated to his cause, you will become one with his workforce, assigned to expand his power and wealth.// You kind of hope that's where it ends for the folks he attracts with this. You don't want to be selfish, but think of how many people he might pull in with this message! You'd never get a shot at his dick again, if he wanted to make a harem out of them! //Your mind is his to command for the next 24 hours. You will gladly give him this service, because there is comfort in his control, and freedom will be given when the comfort is lost.// You actually consider that last bit. You wonder if you could actually ask him for your freedom? Would he bother to offer it? Probably, but you'd still have to be able to give it to him, and you're not sure you have that ability. Well, it's not like you want it at this point. The past couple of weeks have actually been stellar for you! More sex and better food than you've enjoyed on your lonesome for a while! Sure, the life of villainy is a bit awkward to adjust to, but you've realized Brain Drain is closer to a well-intentioned extremist that mostly targets upper-class pricks. //"You will obey Brain Drain. It is your strongest desire."// The words just keep repeating in the video, as you stare blankly at the green-haired man in the video. The mantra is pretty awkward in this take, but you know you've never been great in front of a camera. The words keep sinking into your head as the video plays, wresting control from your conscious mind and slowly drowning out your thoughts. Of course, it still takes some time to become completely entranced by the voice, but you're certainly not putting down the phone. You do, however, start to feel yourself fading. Trance begins to claim you, as your last conscious thoughts for the next 24 hours revolve around how you kind of wish you could have kept your old uniform. You kind of look silly keeping the mask and gloves while all you have hiding your shame is a tiny, green thong. Your bulge looks nice, though. Drool trickles from your parted lips, and Brain Drain catches his signal. He knocks on the door, and you respond robotically as you hear him tell you to lock the phone. He walks in once he can tell the video has stopped. "Nice first take, right? Took a bit of editing, but it looks like the frequency was on point!" He pulls out a familiar camera, and stands you up. "Now let's get the real thing rolling!" //**Brain Drain Secret Sub Ending**// (display:"Ending")

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