To What Has Been and What is to Come.

[Writers_Bloque]

(A page from the patient's diary.)

Danger.........

My mind throbbed in the tank.

Danger.......

My ring finger itched and burned.

Danger..............

Men with guns.

Danger.......

The fluid drained.

Danger.......

The mask removed.

Danger.......

I was cold, but my core was fiery hot.

Danger.....

I was naked again. But the path forward was clear.

Danger...

A tiny voice in my head said "Move!"

Danger.....

And I ran.

Danger.....

Now I stand on the overpass, that overlooks the mall. All traffic was halted, no one seemed to notice me, that voice told me to run and jump.

Danger.......

And I did.

Danger.......

On the roof was a loose pipe from the renovation. I hefted it like a club. Every single strand of muscle in my body was screaming at me. Oddly, that tiny voice in my head was soothing them with a lullaby. I approached the glass dome of the atrium. Below a group of naked women were on the stage, as women were being tied to chairs as a wheelchair bound girl was secured to the stage.

Danger............

A helicopter was approaching. It was black, sleek, definitely military. Men from inside leaned out with machine guns and fired at me. The bullets did not hurt anymore as I started throwing things at it. A heavy crate, a spool of chain, and finally I started barraging it with cinder blocks, until the chain did its thing and the blades started to get closer as the pilot wanted to chop me up.

Danger........

I rolled out of the way in time to dodge the approaching blender, and watched as the pilot was fighting to control the aircraft as it was not able to keep flying. It flew off, black smoke from the engine, crashing into the wooded area behind the mall.

Danger.......

The pipe in hand, ready to smash the glass, when I looked to my left and noticed a latch on the pane of glass. A service exit. I quietly opened it and entered softly.

Danger.......

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(Derived from the witness testimony's and surveillance cameras.)

"And with your most holy and noble sacrifice will not be forgotten."

The man on the tv finished his disgusting, hate filled diatribe, and the tv cut off.

Deacon Randy looked up, as the sound of a helicopter closed in, and smiled. The bomb started counting down. As the armed men started to withdraw. Deacon Randy was expecting something. But not a hundred and fifty pound man dropping, and crushing the two men behind him on stage. A naked man looked around. He noticed us as the blood from his impact splattered on the Deacon.

The man, almost still a boy, with the cute boyish features of the face, yet to be hardened by life and time, was walking out of the gore he just created. The Deacon drew down on the boy with his machine gun and fired.

Nothing.

The gun fired a single shot, before it was violently ripped out of his hands. The pipe in the nude man's hand cracked the psycho Deacon on the head, and The Deacon fell out. Fleeing men fired at the spot, missing everything on stage, as the boy was gone.

The boy slammed the heads of two men looking for him together.

He proceeded to clear the center of the mall of men with guns. The girls struggled animatedly in their restraints, their mouths covered.

The boy, being egged on by people in the crowd, looked at the thing on stage.

"Oh."

He muttered to himself.

He ran to the main entrance, and burst through the blockage, as the men holding the police back, were stunned by the stuff blocking the entry blowing outwards. The bullets hitting him seemed to not bother him as he stomped to the area of the parking lot, where they had staged the stuff needed for the renovation. A large empty dumpster was dragged by the boy back inside through the ruined entryway.

He returned to the scared group of people, looked at the thing counting down again, and then opened the door, and ordered everyone to get in. It was not a good fit, some had to follow on foot, but the girls that were freed from the chairs, the naked women who were still weak from their savage rape, and others who could not walk, were loaded into the construction dumpster.

Outside, the confusion bought the police the time needed to secure the main entrance. In time for the large orange dumpster to be pushed out, followed by the living hostages. But there was one person remaining, and the boy vanished back inside, after a second, he ran, as the thing went off. Not a nuke, nor bomb, but an incendiary device that was spraying the area with a foul smelling liquid, and when the timer reached zero, it ignited the fluid.

White hot flames surged out in a circle, the boy tossed the woman, bound to the wheelchair out as the flames consumed him.

Fortunately the fire did not leave the building, but the heat caused everyone to retreat back. The boy, assumed to have been consumed by the flame, stepped out of the fire, steaming, weary, and barely able to stand.

And he was gone.

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(Another Doctors Report.)

Patient returned, tired, singed, and very sore. He willingly submitted to scoldings, and more tests. We could not believe the story he brought back, of men with guns, helicopters and fires. None of it made any sense, so we also had him speak to some psychologists. Maybe it was all in his mind, but then we were surprised to see him on the tv, dragging a dumpster into the mall.

As his lifelong doctor, I could only bear the shame and disbelief for him, seeing him as naked as the day he was born was an experience. But all tests so far indicate no change to his condition. His heartbeat is steady, though his skin bears bruises, and light burns.

I will order him confined to his new room until he gets proper rest.

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(Girls Diary, combined, a single entry)

HOLY SHIT HE SAVED US!!!!!!!

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(And yes he was brutally fucked by his five wives, who included the girl in the wheelchair, and the other girls and nurses on the trip. It was a group decision to catch him fresh from a shower. He would need another two weeks to recover from the recovery time.)

[Writers_Bloque]

Case 3 The Will to Power vs. The Want of Power


(Taken from the Patient's Journal.)


Today was going to be a truly fubar day.

The ladies were completely ignoring me. Everyone was avoiding, only seeing me when needed. I sat in my room, my cap and gown was hanging on the wall. We had barely graduated, due to the terrorist threat, and mostly because of me.

Speculation from all the video's of me saving the hostages, naked, but not a single shot of my face, spread everywhere. College students were a mixed bag of reactions. The dude-bro's were all cool to me, even the ones who used to pick on me.

But the ladies. It was so damned common, I could almost feel their eyes on my crotch. like eyes are up here. They would joke, blush or give me their numbers. One brave girl even had managed to stuff a pair of her panties in my bag with her number and some very spicy details of what she wants in a hookup.

I was a celebrity, sort of. There were still voices of doubt that I was the naked hero. The Department, in lieu of taking a chunk of my inheritance, as my overly wealthy parents had died in an airplane crash, decided to silence me, I had to sign an NDA disavowing me of being the "naked hero."

So the government did its thing, repaired both the hospital and mall, which both are almost fortress levels of secure, but still no luck, two months after the mall incident.

I get letters sometimes, sent to the hospital. The internet is a scary thing. Some people put two and two together and figured out where the naked hero lived. Thankfully they do not know my real name.

My public name changed after the first incident, though all the ties to my old life remained. The massive trust quietly changed hands to my new self, and everything related was carefully and methodically dealt with, to the point even the most distant of relatives knew almost nothing, and carried on, business as usual.

However, access to me privately was filtered to just staff, heavily vetted, my wives, their friends mostly other patients on the floor, and the doctors.

My heart was locked into a steady, and very alarming rate. no matter what I or the doctors did, it would not raise or lower.

Honestly, it felt weird.

This should have allowed me to be discharged, sent into the world, to make a name for myself, but sadly that was not the case.

While it was steady and even, it did still stop, randomly, or speed up dangerously, randomly, and and very, very randomly would slow to critical levels, causing me to fall out. And since they could not find out why, guess what folks?, that means I am going to be a life long resident. Yay!

Not that I am complaining, to be fair, this gilded cage is not so bad, five pretty wives, a couple of extra FWB's, approved of by wives for when I wear them out and force them to tap out to sate my lust, good food, T.V. and games.

But something slumbered in the back of my mind. That raw, primal power I felt when I ran in to save the ladies was intoxicating.

My mind was clouded with all those comic book hero's, until I realized it really hurt being a hero. The fire was too hot, the bullets hit like a thousand heavy punches, and I was freaking exhausted by the time I returned.

Now I am both a patient and test subject, as a DNA test showed the AAS triggers, but there was no physical signs of it. Theories being born suggest my heart condition was somehow connected, as my core temperature at the time I vanished to save the people in the mall had well exceeded the maximum tolerance range for living humans, almost topping out at two hundred and ten degrees.

So since the incident, I have been given special hand to hand combat training, from the army base nearby. Nothing super fancy or over the top, just the basics on how to punch, and moves even a sick boy like me can use to defend my self or escape danger with.

I am not going to brag or boast, but I am getting kind of good at it.

Now it is summer. The campuses three pools are packed, mostly with people who actually want to swim, and those that well, just want to sun themselves.

Frat parties are in full swing, and usually I get "burgered" or "Dogged" when I pass by on my mandatory walks. Well meaning bro's basically feed me from the grill.

Boy flame grilled food tastes amazing. But just when I think I might get my first beer, a responsible bro chucks a soda at me.

"Not yet, my little bro."

Almost.

Well no beach scenes for me, this was not an anime. BUT......

The less used pool, one near the Sisters houses, used mostly by staff of the campus and hospital, and mainly dominated by ladies of all types gave us permission to spend an hour a day splashing around and such.

However, this would turn into a campus legendary incident...

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(Journal stopped for two pages and resumes with his retelling of the events.)


This day, the first day of pool use, supervised by nurses who won the luck of the draw had seen us at ten A.M. walking casually through the main Quad, through some paths between class buildings, filled with those that chosen to continue courses through summer, and past some Sisters, using their House's front yard as tanning places or preparing for the Car Wash fundraisers for charities required in the school's bylaws.

My bag was packed, swim trunks, towel, sunscreen, water gun, and a thawing gallon of juice I had asked the cafeteria to prepare and freeze so that we all can have a drink, and cups.

I set my bag on the bench in the very seldomly used men's changing room, but Mother nature was calling direct, so I hit the restroom, and thought nothing of it until I noticed that my bag was open.

I was assigned a locker beforehand, and the key was now in the assigned locker's lock.

So I go for my bag to change from the gym shorts and tank top, into my trunks.

No trunks. Gone, like they decided to quit work before even being worn.

Inside the locker was a note covering something.

Music was drifting in from the pool area, since this pool was just out of earshot of others, music was allowed.

The note said in very feminine and nice script: "Price to pay for play."

I did not recognize the handwriting.

So under the note was something that barely could be called clothing. A very, and I mean incredibly, uncomfortably. and unfortunately flimsy Speedo. Navy blue, and a size or two, too small.

I put it on, and it felt like if my dick even so much as twitched, it would destroy this travesty of swimwear.

Speaking of my penis, it took an act of God and congress to figure out how to keep it hidden behind the flimsy fabric.

Walking became an abject lesson in walking like you had to take a dump, hold it in and move so nothing comes out.

For the record, while I am not packing majorly, I am proud of my favorite piece of gristle between my legs. Very proud. No complaints yet.

I can hear their voices.

Like a defenseless rabbit, stuck hiding, as a massive pack of female wolves close in for the kill.

I took a deep breath, and walked out.

I walked out, only expecting my wives, the nurses and the two ladies sunbathing and some music.

I was sorely mistaken.

The pool was standing room only.

Fence to fence girls in various swimwear, the nice sized outdoor gym was full, the tennis and volleyball courts were packed. Coolers and towels every where.

The pool had become a lounge, as ladies were standing and talking, while the deep end was almost packed with ladies on floats watching for me but not watching for me as they lounged on the floats.

When I stepped out, the music changed, as I could not see the source. My wives were across the pool, on their stomachs, hands holding their head, watching me exit. Angels, whose horns were holding up their halos they were.

I walked as confidently as I could muster to the shower to rinse off the sweat, and my feet before entering the pool.

Another feeling of hundreds of eyes watching me rinse off.

I swore to myself, and I turned to the pool, and the crowd of ladies moved enough to let me swim.

This was not a normal sized pool. it was three times the size of an Olympic sized pool, so there was plenty of room to swim and goof off.

But no one in the pool seemed interested in a couple of laps.

I stepped onto the diving board, as I knew how to swim, and was shown how to dive, and still all eyes followed my semi graceful dive.

The cool water felt great as I was propelled through it, and I felt a wedgie.

I was trying to move to come up for air, and that is when it happened......

The speedo broke......

[Writers_Bloque]

(Continued)

I was in deep trouble. I came up for air, among a group of girls on floats. They smiled. That damned knowing smile.

The smile that said "Hi, little mouse, welcome to our trap, enjoy your stay."

I dove under, to see the first wave of girls coming, the look of recognition of freely dangling penis briefly crossed their faces.

I swear one of them licked their lips.

I tried to out swim them, but more ladies joined.

I sank, in both heart and in the water, until my feet touched the bottom of the fifteen foot deep end.

Air was running out, and I tried to run to the slope, but I was grabbed.

I was forced up for air, as I was mobbed.

Pulled to the shallow end, I looked at my wives for help, and they winked at me and blew kisses.

I was fucked.

Both figuratively and literally.

I cried for help, and the nurses gave me the "suck it up buttercup" look, before turning the pages of the books they were reading.

A girl, nineteen from her looks, pushed past the crazed sex fiends.

"Stop!"

She shouted as the girls who had my cock in their hands let go.

I sighed in relief, as I tried to compose myself to escape, but my hopes were not dashed, but completely destroyed by her next declaration.

"I get his first load!"

The girl had everyone lift me to sitting on the side of the pool, then I was forced to lay down, the nurses helping direct them to hold me down.

The ladies in the pool forced my legs open as my cock was standing loud and proud.

I struggled. I shouted for help, that is, until one girl pulled the strings of the bikini bottoms she wore, letting the fabric drop to the floor, and squatted over my face.

"Eat me, you stud bitch!"

She shouted as she quieted my please with her bald shaven pussy.

I reluctantly did as I was told, but using the secret technique I used on my wives to make them cum very, very, hard.

I gave "Tongue punch" a new definition as I beat her clit with my tongue, as I licked and sucked at the syrupy sweet honey coming from her hole.

She was fresh. An uncommon trait, for her to be cherry, so I tied to tongue fuck her deeply.

She of course with the direct assaults on her sensitive sex, was going insane from my oral attentions.

Meanwhile, my cock was being loved on, orally, by the blonde bombshell beauty.

I mean she was giving it her all and even into overtime on it, working it like she actually owned it.

My balls, heavy with a week's worth of loads not shot, were held.

Some of the women shouted:

"Looks like he has enough to feed us all in one go!"

The security golf cart passed by, the campus policewoman looked us over, from her point of view was a group of girls in the pool. Not seeing my cock being sucked, and the girl squatting down, looked like she was talking to her friends.

She nodded and drove off.

My personal security, the ones I was not supposed to know about, passed by, blending in with the crowd of girls hanging out, waiting to get into the pool, but the two well trained ladies nodded and wandered off.

The "Lets rape Jacob" party continued.

We still had half an hour of pool time left.

The girl I was eating out came. My face covered with her honey, was replaced with another girl, who ground her crotch into my face. A little fuzzy, but still tasty, I ate her too, as I neared my own orgasm, the girl on my cock felt my twitch, and then seconds later she took the first shot in her mouth, savoring the taste, then let the rest of my shots hit the crowd, and yes, I fired my cum hard.

The crowd was amped up, as my shots rained down on them, they cheered and danced to the music in the water.

The will to swim or do anything but curl up in a ball left me.

I had in the time left, eaten thirteen girls out, been sucked off twice and finally ending the pool time with a very gorgeous girl, a little thick, riding me like I was the towns only horse. She looked me in the eye with a cruel, sadistic smile. She was trying to drive my ass and hips into the concrete as she bounced on my cock, impaling her hungry pussy with my poor abused dick.

All I could do is turn my head to the side, at the pool gate, praying that I could just leave.

She screamed as her orgasm came, my cock, being crushed in her silky, hot and moist pussy. I came for the final time, my balls were truly empty now.

She sat there, letting my cock deflate inside of her, and leaned down to kiss me.

"Thank you for the meal."

She said, once my cock was completely limp.

"See you tomorrow."

She said, fixing her bottoms, as she walked to the changing room.

I couldn't even defend myself, as the nurses were starting to pack up,

I literally crawled to the changing room to rinse off, and change. The wives, helping one into her wheelchair, had passed me, and patted my back.

I cleaned up, changed. Found my trunks, that were hastily stuffed into the locker. I finished off the juice, and I stepped out, to head back to lie down.

I ordered some animal crackers and milk from the nearby store, which was delivered quickly.

I spent the rest of the day under a blanket on the couch watching the news.

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(Taken from Aria's diary, immediately following the pool incident.)

It was pure fun, watching my beloved being ravished by those women.

I should be mad, even angry, but I needed him to be my muse for my new painting. And now it is almost finished.

I call it "The Unseen suffering of Man"

Besides, I love him with all of my heart and being, but we had to avoid him for a week as we prepare his surprise, and we knew he was pent up.

Not that I and the others hate fucking him, but sometimes being fucked until all of our reasoning and thinking is gone is a little tiring.

And seeing the doctor more than twice a month for a sore, and lovingly abused pussy is starting to draw suspicions.

I work to finish the painting, and when I completed it I giggled. It looked real, a man, being pulled by a woman, should appease the patrons.

Still no word from mother and father, this is the third month of silence from them since I called them and told them I was a wife. It got no reaction from them.

Fuck them, they only sent money and ignored me as the useless and broken daughter.

But Jacob. Fuck. He treats me so good, even almost too good. Like I was his only one. But the others treat me well too, but I can't sit still, my moist undies are bunching up as I paint, almost fully nude.

It is much easier to clean paint off my body than clothes, so I sit in this wheelchair half naked, my pussy covered for the small modicum of decency.

Tonight is the opening of my exhibit at the upscale gallery. I hope everyone enjoys my work.

I finally found out Jacob's sizes, and the tuxedo I ordered will arrive a little later.

Diary, is it wrong to get off on my man in a Tux. He has not spoken much about his past, but I have this sexy feeling, him in a tux will be memory worthy.

Sorry diary, I have to go, the movers are here to pick up my works, so I have throw a gown on, and answer the door.

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(The following is a blend of Journal entries, witness statements and recorded video.)

I struggled with my bow tie.

The tux fit perfectly, and I felt like a certain spy from the movies. I checked my exclusive, but high end watch, and I grabbed my black cane.

I needed it today, after this mornings sexual mauling, my leg limping with a pain that promises to fade, like always.

It was still an hour before the party, so I dialed up a rarely used number.

"Einrieccht Manor."

The head maid answered the phone.

"Elsie, please have the limo sent to the hospital in an hour."

"Yes, Master Jacob."

"Thank you, Elsie, please dress for a formal evening."

"As you wish."

I hung the phone up.

Her duties as head maid and my personal assistant in handling family affairs was crucial.

And one of my duties, that I have been slacking on, was to visit all of the Einrieccht Holdings investments.

Elsie knew I was married, and had already accepted my wives as family.

But it did not stop her flirtatious nature.

The Gallery was one of our holdings, an investment in the arts, my parents ate up like candy. I would not know, since they died shortly after they checked me into the hospital.

However, the owner's partner, a very, very portly fellow, who gave off the greasy pervert vibes.

He was the type of man who would shake your hand, and you instantly knew you were infected with his sleaze. And how this event was advertised, you would think that this was a Hollywood red carpet gala.

The city was alive on the T.V. with movie stars of all ages, musicians, and all the rich and wealthy invited. This was the place to be, for those with influence, money, and fame.

Ok, I lied earlier, I was completely loaded. I am above rich and wealthy. Most of my parents investments had paid off in pounds, so I was a name to remember among the upper, upper elite.

Other than my wives and assistant coming, we did invite the Head nurse, her husband, and a couple of other patients on the floor, they accepted, of course, an opportunity to snob it up with the upper class.

Now understand, flaunting wealth shows like this bored the everloving shit out of me. I did not need to prove my worth, I knew my place.

I waited downstairs, as Aria had already departed a couple hours ago, with a kiss and promise of a good night.

The limo arrived, and Elsie stepped out, looking ready to kill with that dress with the thigh high slit, which seems to be in fashion these days.

My wives came down shortly after, each one so stunning and beautiful that as I held the door for them to enter the limo, Hilda gently used her finger to push my jaw closed. They were the very definition of sexy. Even the other floormates were gorgeous, and the Head Nurse with her husband were that sophisticated sexy.

In the limo, I poured my wives some sparkling white grape juice, while the adults had champagne. We talked, laughed and cut up a little,

The Limo arrived, in the line of other limo's waiting to drop of their celebrities.

Then it was our turn.

The crowds of paparazzi and reporters went silent, as I stepped out, and offered my hand to my wives, and then Elsie, and the rest of my entourage. Then I turned to the crowd and then they went insane. Flashes, and questions came from all over as I walked confidently with my cane, flanked by my wives and entourage. I was stopped by rising metube influencers for selfies, I answered some questions, and shook hands outside with other celebrities, making sure to introduce my wives, which got immediate reactions, and strolled in like I owned the place, with a limp like and old school pimp. (I did own the place.)

Upon entering, before the party was supposed to start, I was beset by studio execs looking for me to fund their latest blockbuster pitch, movie stars pleading for donations to their charities, and well rock stars wanting to "party" which was inside code for do drugs, get drunk and wind up in trouble. I politely refused.

We walked around the party, introducing my wives, who were absolutely glowing with beauty. I left them to talk to the latest huge idol group from Japan, that made it to the show, as I was bored and hungry. The food table service was appetizers, for now, but in the large hall, tables were being prepared for the meal service. I took a small plate with what looked like spring rolls, and something a mix of tiny and smelled good. Then I did it.

I finished my snack, and asked a server to bring seven flutes of champagne. He did it. Score!

I held the extra flute, as my wives experienced the first taste of alcohol, well most of us, Hilda had wine before. But not champagne. It was weird, I thought it would be sweet. But it was not bad. I excused myself, to find Aria.

She was merrily chatting with a group of various female artists, and I walk up, and of course the fangirling was overly strong. They gushed over me, as I handed Aria her flute of champagne. She took it with a smile, the smile that said "Yes, Yes, he is amazing, but back off, he is my toy." She held my hand, and I ended up promising to fund an artist collective, a place where artists can do their thing without pressure. A good idea.

Aria, not knowing how rich I really was, was stunned a little. She must have heard the rumors, but she did not marry me because I was loaded, but because she loved me.

I bent down and kissed her in private, her lips both sweet from the appetizers, and bitter from the champagne.

"Thanks, I needed that."

She said as she smiled, and feeling a little naughty, let her hand accidentally brush my crotch.

She smiled innocently.

I smiled taking the hint and signal, that I better be ready for tonight.

I barely raised my hand, and Elsie showed up with her well practiced professionalism.

She greeted the wheelchair bound Aria, and then turned to me.

"Elsie, be a dear and order me two Creature Coffee's for towards the end of the night."

"On it."

I smiled, and Elsie returned to walking around chatting with those she knew personally (quite a few, to be honest).

Then he waddled up to us.

The man, who looked like he was about to explode out of his clothes and perpetually sweaty, the fat man who was the manager of the gallery, not the owner, that man was the man showing off a sculpture. No, this self important man acted like he owned everything and everyone here, way above his true value, and very easily replaceable with the right phone call.

He noticed us, as I was discussing art with Aria and her friend, a Cellist with a famous orchestra. I noticed the subtle shift in their moods to slight disgust, before they tried to mask it with smiles as he waddled up to greet me. He was the only one not in the know that Aria was my wife, and I put myself between him and her, by shaking his hand.

"Jacob, Jacob Einrieccht"

The man sputtered.

If wealth was an ocean, he was a minnow, and I was a whale.

He was well off, but so far from me that I could not see him from the top of my mountain. And he knew it.

That small voice in my head declared "Disgusting"

A tendril of that heat, flowed down my arm and into my hand, and my grip was firm. I had to let go, as my point was made.

He tried to side step me, to compliment both girls with a squeeze, that looked more like he was showing off trophies, than being the professional he is supposed to be.

Both looked as uncomfortable as they could be, without breaking the mood of the event.

"Well both of these girls are the pride of our little gallery. Their futures are secure."

Something about how he stressed the word secure threw me off.

I smiled, and I noticed the glint in his eye. He was up to something.

Something dawned on him, and he reached into his jacket and handed me an envelope with gold writing on it.

"After the party, we will be hosting a smaller party, to show our thanks to our patrons."

As he said this, both girls flinched.

Yup. I was not a happy camper about any of this. And to think this was going to be a boring night.

I took the envelope, and he left to greet some new arrivals.

"Everything will be okay."

I spoke to the girls who were still slightly shaking from their encounter with the fat man.

I parted from them, as the growing group of women and girls, surrounding my wives, out of the way of the other crowds, swallowed the Cellist and Aria up.

Stories, followed by giggles could be heard from that mass of females. Heads and eyes turned in that group turned to find me, and give that hidden giggle, like they learned something about me.

"Power."

The voice said, and my head exploded with blinding pain.

"Overwhelming."

It spoke again as I fished out the pills I was given for this occasion. I taken a bottle of water from the table, and took the pills. I found a bench near the dining hall, and sat down.

I had to fight down, as I was training to do, the power threatening to make me go berserk.

After a few calming moments, the power inside me settled, as we were gently ushered into the dining hall....

[chloevee]

This is such a fun and intriguing adventure! I often skip "con" stories, but didn't notice the tag before I started and now I'm glad.

I am really digging the unusual format. The report intro grabbed my attention right off the bat. Nicely done switching writing styles between the diary/video/etc.

This part cracked me up:

Warning: The following will contain extreme violence, and some death and *random acts of insane stupidity on the patients part.*

I'm only about half way through what you've written so far, but I'm looking forward to reading more!

[Writers_Bloque]

(Continued)

I was texting instructions to Elsie, preparing for what I had hoped would not go down tonight.

My phone vibrated, alerting me to a transfer of a significant sum of money deposited into my personal account.

Not too much, not even a real percent of the wealth I hold. But it was enough to raise any eyebrows if seen.

If my plan went sideways, there was always the ultraviolence option.

But the music was light, as the gallery sponsored orchestra, well select members were serenading us beautifully.

The entertainment was light, and funny, and after the appetizers, the salad was served.

Aria, given the chance to dine, was at the table with us, failing to hide her discomfort.

And yes, we had wine, properly chosen for the courses, the salad was alright, a little light on substance, like cheese, meat, but not the vintage balsamic vinegar dressing.

The fat man was sitting next to the owner at the head table, holding court, and telling jokes that are making the people at his table, and around him uncomfortable.

The plates were cleared, and then more fresh hot rolls and the soup was served. I liked the soup, the bread was so soft, it was a nice addition to sop up the remainder with.

Third glass of wine with the main course, I was feeling warm.

The main course, I kid you not, was a cut of beef, so soft, even at almost well done, that melted in my mouth. The ladies were enjoying it, all smiles as the wine served in my opinion was very good. I looked over at the table next to us, the Head nurse noticed me, and shook my head. Maybe I should slow down on the wine.

But the next course, the wine was a little bitter, but the fish it was paired with was exquisite.

The wine with the final main course was tart. The dish was Cornish Game Hen, something I had not had before. Tiny, but oh so tasty chickens.

Then came the desserts. Oh boy. We might be eighteen years old, but funny how we all, even the older adults, revert to their childhood when carts of hand crafted sweets rolled by. Every eye was on the carts, and when our table was served, the cart returned to the kitchen empty.

We were full, but not stuffed, comfortable, as the auction started, for a charity I thought sounded made up.

I bought one of Aria's older pieces, a half naked woman, I helped her paint.

It was painted right after our first night of passionate sex, the piece was a introspective piece on the delicate shift from girl to woman.

But the reason I bought it was there was a small spot where she let me paint. I was proud of myself for it. I paid for it, but had it delivered to the hospital, where it will live above my headboard.

After the auction, Aria was invited on the stage, behind her was the star of the show, covered with a light cloth.

After a couple of words, she uncovered the piece, which was of me, sort of, naked and a woman was pulling on me. I was speechless.

I seen that morning, the beauty of me being utterly dominated by women, but in an artistic interpretation.

It was not for sale, yet, but I promised it would have a home in my room. My poster of an anime girl in a bikini, with a large gun, will be taken down, rolled up and stored.

The crowd murmured, and a light applause rose.

Then the party was winding down with night caps, which this was blocked from us.

The limo was in the line, as patrons started to leave.

"Hey Aria, want a ride back?"

I asked Aria, who smiled, but then her face twisted slightly.

"I am sorry, I will return home soon, there are things I need to do."

She took my hand with a little squeeze, and the piece of paper was secretly palmed.

"Oh good, you are still here, Aria. We have things to finish."

The fat man said, and Aria left with him, her wheelchair keeping up with the man.

The other wives voiced their concern, and I turned to Elsie.

"Elsie, make sure the others get back safely, and if not, take them to the manor."

I said as I loosened my tie.

"I need to use the restroom."

I said, leaving the group bewildered.

The note said "Please Save Us."

It was time to work.
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I showed the security at the door to the back room the invite, and they let me in.

The smell of booze and cigar smoke was thick, as I was handed a masque, and escorted down the stairs, and seated with other masked men and women. An almost naked serving girl brought me a glass of what I learned was very fine scotch on the rocks. A woman sat across from me, was sizing me up, her chair was flanked by two naked women, who looked no older that nineteen, who were wearing silver collars, and the chain from them rested delicately in the woman's hand, as she lazily sipped her drink.

The fat man in a masque, waddled on stage and spoke into the microphone.

"Tonight is a special night, it is a bittersweet parting of some of my less earning stable, and maybe they will find a forever home with one of you.

I sipped my drink, the water toning down the burning of the drink down my throat. I knew enough that I was already nearing my limit on alcohol tolerance.

A masked woman lead the slaves on stage, all of them naked, and I recognized one as the Cellist, and the others part of the group earlier that was talking with my wives.

Her tanned skin slightly sweaty, shined on the stage.

All of them were both scared, and in the throes of hopelessness.

This to me was an affront.

I could power up, but the voice was drifting around my head, where I could not grasp it properly.

I could trash this place, and save them, but Aria was nowhere to be found.

The fat man started the auction.

First girl, a short, a little thick, but still pretty was trying to hide her sex with her thigh, a whip of the crop of the woman made her stand straight.

"Opening bid, 10,000"

No one bid.

But as the fat man was about to close the bid, I raised my paddle.

"35"

The fat man sputtered.

"Um...well, sold to the man with taste, 35,000"

The woman was lead to me, as the attendant approached with a phone. I scanned the qr code and transferred the money. Her leash was given to me, after proof of purchase was confirmed.

Apparently, no one was interested in the stock on stage, so I bought them, as something told me that they would not see the light of day again.

"And now, for the star of the night, the virgin artist Aria! Her virginity is for sale, but sadly she must be returned to the hospital, so as per the rules, no roughing her up, no bruises and condoms are mandatory."

The fat man said as Aria sat timidly in the spot light.

Scoffs of disgust, and irritation flowed from the crowd.

"If I wanted to fuck a cripple, I would just break a toy's legs."

The balding man in the chair next to me shouted.

"Come on now, bring out the good stuff."

The woman with the slaves across from me said irritated.

"Oh, dear guests, I do apologize, but most of my stock are away on business."

I could see the hurt on Aria's face, the pain of not just being forced into being a sex slave, but the cruel rejection because she could not walk far, her disability apparent.

I silently raised my paddle, as the crowd of evil people gasped in amazement.

"3"

I shouted over the din of shocked shouts.

"Three what?"

The fat man asked, completely flabbergasted.

"3 million."

The crowd was silenced.

"Well, that is alot of money for just a one night thing."

I nodded thoughtfully.

"But I am not buying her for a night. I want her and everything about her."

More silence, and then the whispers.

"But, um.."

The fat man, not expecting this, was trying to do the mental math and coming up short.

"Not enough?, then 40 million, and she is mine forever."

Now that was a heavy blow to the fat man's ego. No one dared to ever upstage his events with the pure power of cash. But being the sick, greedy pervert he was, a small fortune falling on his lap did not happen often. I was waiting for what I knew was going to happen, the fat trout would either take the bait, or lose a nifty sum of money. Both seemed to tear him apart.

I waited as I sat my empty glass on the tray.

"Something lighter, please."

I ordered, and the girl nodded.

I let the room be impregnated by the silence, as the fat man, in the spotlight weighed his options carefully, or as carefully as the pressure I created would allow.

My drink, a gin and tonic came, and I placed a hundred dollar bill on the tray.

She smiled and left.

The bitter and dry drink soothed my parched throat. I was nervous, but did not let it show.

After what seemed to be an eternity, the fat man licked his lips, and spoke.

"Well if she is worth that much to you, then who am I to refuse such a generous guest? Sold to the young man with more money than age."

Aria was led to me, and she smiled, a knowing smile, and the show continued. Naked girls danced and gyrated, and I transferred the money and the trap was sprung.

I sat back and watched the show. My phone vibrated in my coat pocket.

I typed a couple of words, and during the fund transfer, the little worm was merrily working its way into the computer I knew would be facilitating the auction. Files upon files were secretly downloaded. Mountains of dirt, enough to bury everyone here, and everyone associated with them.

Download Complete.

I smiled, and looked over at Aria, who was nervously awaiting for something to happen. Her friends huddled around the wheelchair, like a pack of gazelle, protecting the weaker of their group.

I took her chin in my hands and forced her to look at me.

I winked at her in the dim light, and a small fire sparked behind her eyes.

The show was dying down, as the other guests mingled.

I rose, and bowed to everyone.

"It is late, I would like to return home to play with my new toys."

I spoke, putting as much evil in my voice as I could muster. I wanted the point to be made.

A man walked to me, and set a duffel bag at my feet.

"Their cothes."

"Thank you."

I said as I hefted the duffel and Aria onto my shoulders. The others folded and carried the wheelchair up the stairs.

We were escorted to a hidden rear exit, as I anticipated, the limo was there waiting.

Inside was my music player, a new part of my power control therapy.

I helped the girls into the limo.

"Driver, take them home to the Manor."

"Yes sir!"

What I did not notice was the woman in blacked out gear, hiding in the shadow of a dumpster. At the end of the street were two blacked out SUV's that parted to let the limo out.

A gun was pressed to the back of my head, as I was disrobing.

"Sorry, the boss thinks you are a problem."

The large, muscular man said as I was working my pants and boxers off.

I folded my tux neatly and set them on the crate by the door.

I turned to him naked, and smiled As I turned the player on to the song that would be the soundtrack for whats to come.



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(Taken from all the camera footage on scene. Warning: May contain scenes too graphic for some viewers.)

The boy disrobed, and affixed the player to his bicep as the gun never moved.

A bright flash.

The bullet did not do its job, but shattered on impact with the boy's forehead. The boy did not flinch as he took a fighting stance.

Punch, followed by a kick that sent the man falling back into the other men coming out to see what is taking so long.

The boy stomped on the men on the ground as he walked inside the building.

Camera 1

The boy is met with armed resistance, as he picked up the man who charged him from off screen. He fell backwards, onto a crate, as another guard rushes in with a knife.

The boy backhands the knife away as the man loses it. Then the boy lunged at the man who tried to axe handle the boy's back, to no avail.

The boy surged forward with the man, to barrel past the other guards. He slammed the man hard into the pillar, and the man crumpled.

Bright flashes of gunfire, and a statue was hurtled at the gunmen, knocking him down. The others opened fire as the boy walked through it, bullets not slowing him down.

The boy snatched a gun from the man, and threw it at another rushing in, before punching his attacker in the face. The boy looking around, seeing only one man left jumped on him, and started to punch the man, until the man stopped moving.

Camera 2

Something shifted on the boy's appearance. His features grew more tense, His eyes, burned with an unmatched fury.

Down the stairs, the boy was tossing guards off the steps as the other guests were huddling from the gunfire.

The fat man stood feet from the boy, with a large revolver raised, barking orders to those who were still standing.

Walking past the group of masked people, he snatched the silver chains from the woman, and grabbed the collars, breaking them as if they were made of paper.

The boy said something, and the two girls looked at the woman, gave her a kick and fled up the stairs.

The boy walked through the men attacking him, putting them down with punches and hammer fists, until the fat ass was left in his sight.

Camera 3

The fat man was retreating from the boy's slow advance.

The boy howled with rage, and lifted a couch and charged the fat man with it, pinning him to the wall.

Not done yet, the boy rips a length of chain from the wall, and whips the man, as he fired on the boy until his gun was empty.

The lashes dropped the man to his knees.

The boy stepped behind the pleading man, and wrapped the chain around his neck.

He punched the man in the gut for good measure, and tied the man up with the rest of the chain, leaving him on the floor.

Camera 4

The boy is fighting a man three times his size, holding a large knife.

The knife deftly slashes the boy as he tries to evade the blade.

The man is toying with the boy, as his fighting stance and style was at best beginner level.

The boy launches a kick to the mans leg, is blocked by the man's hand and his leg is grabbed, as the man throws the boy into the wall.

The boy crumples, and slides down the wall.

Confident, the man stands above the boy knife ready to finish the deal.

The boy says two words, and a piece of paper his hand is resting on ignites.

In the moment of distraction, the boy delivers a punch to the man's knee, and it moves in an unnatural way, toppling the man.

Standing above the man now, he picks up the lost knife, and he tosses it away.

He delivered a kick to the man's head.

The man did not move again.

In the room, a door was destroyed by the boy, and naked women ran out.

Alley Camera

The boy minutes after girls and people ran outside, collapses into the arms of the woman in black tactical gear, who speaks into something while holding her ear.

Men in similar gear line up with guns ready, and enter the building.

The naked boy, with his tux beside him is laid onto the back seat of another limo, and the woman, takes her mask off, and rides off with the boy....

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Police investigating this incident would find the fat man's connections to an extremist Eastern European mafia specializing in human trafficking and illegal arms dealing.
Witnesses spoke of a naked man on a rampage, but those were shot down, as all footage was mysteriously gone. The survivors were arrested, and the fat man would ultimately be sentenced to two life sentences.

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[Writers_Bloque]

(Taken from the patients journal.)

I woke up. My head hurt like my brain was staging a coup. I wanted to puke, but the urge was fought down, as I felt first, that this was not my hospital bed, and second, I was not alone in the bed.

It dawned on me that I was not at the hospital, and then that the bed was larger than the one I used when I had to make appearances and host events at the Manor.

I sit up, as Elsie, who was fixing her uniform, which was a traditional maid's uniform, altered to fit her large bust.

She looked at me, and held her finger to her lips, as I finally noticed that there were quite a few more than five ladies in my bed.

Clothes were strewn about, Aria's wheelchair was full of take out boxes, the room looked like a hotel room after a rock star stayed, but less destroyed.

I whispered to Elsie, who was applying her usual light makeup,

"My head, I need some coffee and breakfast."

She smiled, and and whispered,

"Its cooking now."

I tried to untangle myself from the group of women who smelled like sex and more sex.

My cock was in the Cellist I met last night, leaving me wondering what the fuck happened after I left the girls to go use the restroom.

Elsie watched with interest, as my still semi hard penis left the once virgin Cellist. The cellist shifted, but returned to sleep.

I was wondering what the fuck happened last night.

I managed to get out of bed, and stumbled to the master bath, which was almost like a pool. Elsie had the hot water running, and I sat down, the hot water soothing all of my ills.

But memories, once locked away by booze crept back, telling me the story.

"Elsie, did I blow a fuckton of money last night?"

"Do not worry about it, it was returned to the bank."

"Okay. Another question I am fuzzy on."

"Yes?"

"Did I buy women?"

"Yes, you illegally own five women and your wife, Aria."

"Right, right. Any chance on sending the ones I own home?"

"No, they have no homes to return to."

"Right, right, I take it they don't want to leave?"

"No. They seem to be conditioned to not want to leave you."

"Right, right, can they live here?"

"That was the plan, master."

"Okay. Do they have names at least?"

"No sir, just 1,2,3,4,5."

"Right, right, work on naming them for me."

"Yes sir."

I finished by bath, downed a bottle of water and three prescription strength aspirin, donned a robe, as all of my clothes were at the hospital. I trudged down to the dining room.

Head nurse and her husband were sitting at the long table, all smiles and happily sipping coffee. They look up at me and showed how cruel they are.

"HI JACOB, GOOD MORNING, HAD A FUN NIGHT?"

My head shattered. The pain was subsiding until then. They both shouted at me, I think to see me in pain.

"Learned your lesson, have you?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Good boy."

I sat down, as the table was being set for breakfast. All of the girls came down, very less hungover, as they did not drink as much as I did.

No one really spoke as our plates were brought to us, a very fine breakfast selection, and I chosen a bagel to start with.

Finally, we were stuffed and feeling better, we all talked a bit, with gaps in my memory being laid out by Elsie and Aria, and we hashed out the elephant in the room, the reason there are five extra women my age at the table, and why they have silver collars on their neck and why did Aria have one on too.

"I apparently own them now."

I said as things in the talks were going into weird places.

After pleading my case multiple times, the extras were now considered sisters to the wives, and also the "Fuck Jacob until his horniness is gone" club. But they could not live at the hospital, of course. But Elsie and her close cousin HEAD FUCKING NURSE would pull some strings, and now my slaves were single floor back up nurses in training. Also my money helped a bit to smooth over some legal technicalities, like no qualifications, which was the hardest part, but they would manage nurses school somehow remotely.

Or they could live in the manor, but even then that had problems to solve.

So as the ladies were working things out, I rose, and stepped behind Aria's chair, I tried to remove the collar. Aria stopped me.

"No, I am starting to like this kink."

"Oh, okay, well while you ladies figure things out, I want to go for a swim."

The ladies shooed me away, as Head Nurses husband was very much interested in this situation, as he thought his wife's stories were made up, seeing Jacob, actually married to five women, and none of this was making any sense.

He asked them, as I was in hallway resting against the wall, and I heard my wives reply in unison,

"Why are you all with him? Isn't it a problem?"

"He saved us, so he is ours."

I decided to go for that swim after all.

The cool water was very nice, as I did my laps in the pool.

I came up for air, and dive down again. And on the next trip up, the poolside was filled with the girls, going for a quick sunbath, as head nurse was calling for our ride back to the hospital.

I swear they taunted me, as I was trapped in the water. I would have to climb out through them to get out.

But thankfully, they knew some of what happened last night, and had mercy on me, letting me off with playful grabs at my ass and cock, since I swam naked.

The hospital sent the bus to come get us, where the six of us changed into gowns to at least not look like we were coming back from a bad night.

But the other five girls needed gowns as the clothes in the duffel bag would not classify as appropriate at even a strip club.

So we were quietly ushered in, under the disappointed gaze of my doctor.

I was on time for a test, and I spent the majority of the day trying to find the trigger for whatever powers I had.

But little did I know, the wives, now bolstered with help from the new girls, were working on something secret, and would change my life.

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(And no, no one was pregnant, for now.)

[Writers_Bloque]

Case 4: Sex, Lies, and the Pictures.

(Taken from the patient's journal)

I woke up, the sounds of waves crashing on the beach. My head hurt, and my body sore and I knew no help would find me in any given time. There were clouds gathering as I sat up. The boat I was on was washed up, and destroyed on the beach.

Originally I was heading to the Japanese Research Hospital, on an island close to the mainland, a trip I had to make once a year, alone.

Not that I could not bring my entourage, but it would be boring for them, as there was only two ferries to the island a day, and I would mostly be sequestered in some testing or research wing. Not really like it was in Germany, where we met and brought back Hilda. It was two weeks of back to back tests, a kind of hell one could manage to live through.

But at least they let me indulge in one of my hobbies, Anime. My room had become a small library of manga, curated to my tastes. And my life long brother from another mother, Dr. Hiro Tanabashi made sure some of the more recent spicy stuff was hidden for me to find, along with the new figures of the bunny girl from an anime I was currently into.

It was a nerd's paradise, and the only wife to know about it was Miyaka, my darling seamstress, who has a knack for knowing my exact size, and regularly makes me clothing. She even made me a Jinbe for the trip.

Now the other wives, and their sisters did not take this well.

Two weeks without me kind of put thunderclouds over their heads for the week leading up my departure. So they took turns fucking the everloving shit out of me, leaving me weak and tired as I trudged my way onto the private plane.

It was not like I was not coming back. It was standard. I would be back in time to light fireworks and eat delicious grilled food, as we wait for the ice cream, and the watermelons to chill.

That all changed when the unnaturally fast storm came up, and wrecked the boat, as the ferry was down for maintenance. I stood up and stretched. My suitcase sat on the shore, the only thing I brought with me, as I tended to travel light.

I decided to start a fire, after finding a glass coke bottle, half buried in the sand. I had worked to break the bottle into something I could use. Still fearful of cuts from glass.

Well, my victory came at no cost, no cuts, which made things feel anti climactic.

After making a pile of dry driftwood and dry leaves, I stuck the improvised magnifying glass in the sand, where it could catch the stray sunbeam, and soon I would have a fire.

Nope.

Too cloudy.

I got mad. Holding a stick I fought down the urge to swim to the hospital island, literally a mile and a half from my current position. I could see it, teasing me in the distance.

I was gathering everything I would need, when the smell of food being grilled caught my nose. It pulled me through the trees and brush, a short walk later, it lead me to the very sunny other side of the island, where I could see naked women as far as the eye could see. All frolicking on the beach, with not a care in the world.

My cock stood full mast, ready for active duty.

But I could see the ten women I wanted most, sipping drinks from coconuts and sunning themselves.

I was halfway down the hill when they noticed me and waved.

I shucked off my clothes to join them.

*SYSTEM ERROR*

I was snapped back to reality as the pod opened. The equipment on me was removed as Dr. Hiro helped me to stand.

"Sorry Jacob. It looks like the system cannot handle you at the moment."

He said patting my back.

"Its fine, but why were my wives there?"

I asked, and he looked away sheepishly.

"Because they insisted on joining you."

He flipped a switch beside a large window. Inside the room, was ten pods, slowly opening as nurses and attendants were assisting my wives shown through the now clear glass.

I watched the ladies in sexy full body suits that seemed to accent their natural curves perfectly, it drew me back to an anime from awhile ago.

To be fair they looked ready to pilot a mecha to save humanity, or me. The tech was not that far off.

The Department had mecha suits on standby for those with AAS who might go berserk.

Lets just say I was quite interested in them staying in the suits a bit longer.

"Doctor, my friend, can you keep them in those suits for a bit longer?"

Dr. Hiro, also a man of great culture, despite his own wife's interjections, nodded to me.

"Nurses, we want to run some full body tests on the women, please keep them in the suits."

He spoke into a microphone, as the ladies became embarrassed at having to remain in those ultra skin tight suits.

A new fetish awoken in me that day.

The ladies had seen me, and now understood who was forcing them to remain in such an almost shameful display.

I would be found later, on my knees later, repenting for my sins.

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[RapeU]

Am caught up to here. The multiple female raping male in a pool was an intriguing idea, and the fight after taking down that sex trafficking op was good too. Looking forward to more!

[Writers_Bloque]

(Taken from Patient's Journal.)

We were given an escort to Tokyo. It would be a full day before the machines could be used for testing again, and while the hospital island did offer a lot of the traditional comforts you would find on the mainland, but it was missing something a nerd like me strives to reach...

The nirvana for nerds like me, Akihabara street. Nerd Mecca. Scantily clad women in costumes were inviting people to shop at the stores they advertised for.

It was my dream, every trip here, since I hit puberty was a mission and goal to get to this street.

Now I am standing outside of a cosplay shops, waiting for them to exit.

Our guide, a woman in a research coat, and bunny ears was keeping me company as she already brought her own costume.

This was the last stop of the day, to walk the entire length of the street, as we visited shrines, restaurants, and Shibuya, the fashion district.

Miyaka was the first to exit, cosplaying a schoolgirl, but with a toy gun on her back. She did make my cock twitch.

Hilda was next, in bear ears, and armor. She knew my favorite character from the current manga I am reading, the Dommy Mommy bearwoman warrior. She can nurture me anytimei!

Aria was wheeled out as a princess from a movie we watched earlier. But I did not remember the wheel chair bound princess being so sexy.

Jennifer came out a a sexy ninja woman. It was hot

Sarah came out as a sexy nun from a hentai we watched, where a nun battled the forces of evil, until she fell, becoming a sex demon after being ravished by the demon lord.

1 came out as a cat girl, her timid nature only added to her allure.

2 came out as a dog girl, her energy was unchained, adding to her sexiness.

3 (Cellist) she dressed as a sexy robot girl, she made robots sexy!

4 opted for just a kimono, because she did not want to stand out much, she tripled her sexy value.

5 came out as a female knight, which sort of fit her, and she made it work hard.

We hit up a maid cafe, and I bought a ton of the tea they were selling, adding it to the parcels already on their way to the hospital. We hit up an arcade, and had a huge blast having fun, winning stuff, and just being free to be us.

Of course we had pictures taken of us, me in my own costume of the nameless hero of an anime that is popular now, with his guns and hat, but no shirt.

The ladies bought a ton of stuff, which I had comically strapped to my back, among the purchases I made I wanted to keep to myself.

Sexy costumes for when we get back home in America. not that they would see them until its too late. Also packed away in my stuff was the skin tight suits they wore that had gotten me in trouble. Not going to let those suits go.

But as the day was winding down, we stopped for some drinks at a coffee shop, as we waited for the boat to return to pick us up.

We sat across from an electronics store, and something I thought was a live action show, showing a giant monster destroying its way towards Tokyo.

A slight rumble of the ground, then things grew silent, as if the world was holding its breath. The rumble grew intense over time. Then the alarms rang out, as a bomb exploded after falling from the sky, a shot missed.

A woman, in the Japanese branch of the Department, her suit failing to ignite its thrusters, crashed into the street hard.

I got up and took off my large pack, and ran to help her.

I pulled open the hatch, and dragged her out. She was still alive, but wounded.

Looking up, I noticed a large monster, that was sporting a giant erection, using it to trash everything around him.

I ran with the woman, to the boat that had just arrived.

"Get on and get to safety!"

I yelled as the words came into my mental view.

I grabbed them.

"Power Overwhelming."
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[Writers_Bloque]

The power felt different this time. It was not a boiling fury, but a colder darkness.

The monster was using some weird tentacles to snatch up women as the slimy secretions from it melted the women's clothing.

The cold darkness was seeping through my body, as the color of it shifted from black to purple and could be seen in all of my veins, making my body look like I was being taken over by it.

My eyes grew dark, as I rushed the giant monster.

It kicked me, but I did not fly back. I took the lime to grab its toe, as it drew back its foot to kick again, but I would not let go. The darkness seeped into its toe and I could almost see his thoughts.

Rejection.....

Loss.....

Betrayal......

Isolation.......

He was an average guy, plenty of friends, but one friend who decided he had to fuck him over in his relationships, by stealing the girl away with money, power and fame, as he owned a highly respected studio that created some of the most successful idols, and then on the back end of their careers, cast them to do porn to keep their popularity alive.

Then he dumps them once they are used up. Using scandals, or other very shady methods, even including murder or selling them off overseas to those who wanted an Asian toy.

And this guy was an employee of the studio who's job was to basically cater to the studio's stars every whim.

The last betrayal hurt the most. The Idol was at the end of her career, earlier than expected, due to wanting to finish her education to be a doctor.

She was the genuinely kind, but air headed girl, but her love for him was real. They talked about advancing their relationship to the final level, marriage, after years of dating.

But this day.

He had come to work, to finish her outgoing processing, with a very nice ring in the box in his pocket.

His manager had sent him to the JAV studio to get the legal papers for an up coming movie signed, when he walked into the main filming studio, he saw her surrounded by men, holding a cock in each hand.

Then she said those words that shattered his world.

The man, his friend, asked the damning question to her in a fake interview:

"Are their cocks better than your beloved fiancee's?"

And her response:

"His cock, like my love for him is so tiny. I only fell in love with him, because he is so weak,"

The man broke.

He grabbed the file folder, and his once best friend claps him on the shoulder and with the evil grin he wore when he won at anything, says:

"I'm sorry, it looks like she wanted to continue her career, don't take it personally."

The broken man can only spit out:

"Why?"

The evil man, once a friend chuckles:

"Because, you are a weak piece of shit, it is so fun to build you up, and then kick you down. You were always like that, hanging around me, bringing my reputation down. The only reason anyone was your friend was because your mother and father paid us to. Now that you are a grown man, its time you learned that you are a worthless, piece of shit that no one wants around. The only reason I keep you working for me is you are so entertaining to torment. Now just watch as your lover gets fucked so good, she forgets you exist."

The man ran out as his fiancee was taking a cock in her ass, and two cocks in her pussy, while jerking off two men, and the last dude was enjoying her throat muscles, as she deep throat his cock.

He was chased out by the entire studio's crews laughter.

He ran to the train station, and that is when his untested AAS triggered, turning him into the giant sex monster.

I was forced to let go by an explosion of black/purple energy.

More words appeared in my head:

"Trigger analyzed, Ability acquired."

"Overwhelming Growth."

The power shifted colors to a nasty blend of blue and green.

My body started to change, with a horrific pain that made me fall to the ground.

I watched the boat with my lovers speed off as the monster's foot came crashing down on my pain wracked body.

The world grew dark.........