A/N: Remember you can always find me and see even more of my content, and see it earlier than anywhere else, over by a certain site that rhymes with Rate On, or a site known for its rather questionable questing practices, under the same name~

The door to Amy's door slammed so hard that it felt like it shook the house, when it did. She almost winced, knowing that normally she'd be yelled at for hours for such a thing, but she rationalized that, after she had spent the past thirty minutes screaming her throat sore at the women who ran the public relations of New Wave, slamming her door was the least thing that would get her yelled at by angry, hypocritical bitches that thought they could do whatever they wanted with her image, without consulting her, and even thought to lecture her when she complained about the fact that they were selling merch with her name, likeness or even picture, on it, without consulting her, and even having the balls to dole out a tiny fraction of it and call it "just".

Yes, sure, she didn't sell as much as Vicky or Crystal did, but it was still merchandise sold of HER, she should be the one to get the lion's share of the profits, right?

Not so, according to Carol Dallon, who kept the grand majority of it, claiming she was 'managing her finances', and yet mysteriously as the sale of her chidlren's merchandise picked up, she bought a new car, several pairs of shoes, new suits...

Amy threw her pillow at the wall, and grabbed a second pillow to scream into, kicking, punching and otherwise expressing her rage into the air, bed, and probably someone's ears.

Finally, as the energy and rage left her body, she decided to log into her alternate account on PHO, and browse the forum. On the back of her mind was an annotation, a mental note so to speak, to check the legality of selling merchandise of her against her will. Usually PHO was pretty good about this sort of stuff, if you knew where to look... but truth be told, Amy recognized she needed relaxation and to get her mind off of it.

Her door was locked - despite Carol's protests, Amy had long since made a copy of the key that Carol kept in her keyring, and it was too much of a hassle to change the lock every time Amy made a new copy, so she'd given up.

Amy sighed, deciding that the best way to relax, and take the edge off, when she couldn't just go for a smoke without even MORE annoyance coming into her life, was the tried and true method that humans had relied upon for eons.

Her jeans were quick and easy to remove, and her jacket and shirt followed. Proper insulation left her room comfortably warm, enough that she was actually more comfortable wearing only her bra and panties than she was with her outside clothes. She sighed as she began to browse PHO to the 18+ boards. She'd found them long, long ago - not actually part of the PHO forums, per se, but still well known in PHO. Supposedly, despite the lack of connection, they were also owned by the same people who owned and ran PHO. LPHO, or Lewd Parahumans Online, was a bastion of degeneracy, and one of Amy's favorite places on the web.

She'd long become a regular, and had even commissioned a few art pieces from some of the artists in LPHO. Some had balked a bit, as her sister was a minor in certain countries, but she'd actually checked and made sure that the art she commissioned was... tasteful, provocative, but not quite porn... all the way until Vicky's 18th birthday. The very next day she commissioned art of Vicky getting triple penetrated by faceless men, which the artist she contacted was more than happy to do.

Who'd have thought SpecificProtagonist wasn't just a pervert, but also a talented artist? Granted, her art was almost exclusively of case 53s... but it was amazing and, well, there was just something about her rule 63'd Weld that just... did things to Amy.

Amy sighed in pleasure, as she browsed the art. Most of it was of heroes she didn't recognize, some of villains, but primarily, she cared little, instead simply touching herself as she browsed the images set before her. However, today the art just... wasn't doing it for her. Usually, the sight of Alexandria, wearing leather and high heels, stepping on Eidolon, would give her at least a start, but today, despite her warmth and the fact that she was cupping her crotch through her white panties and massaging it... it just... wasn't doing it for her.

There was also another category, one she hadn't frequently used. She clicked on the cosplay board, and leaned back against her chair, clicking away and putting in the correct tags to get what she wanted and...

There it was, her computer loaded the board with the tagged galleries and... hm, that one seemed promising, a compilation of different cosplays, ooh, and this one even had New Wave cosplay in it and-

Wait.

Is that...

Her eyes focused on a specific gallery/thread

"PanPan: The new craze!"

She was baffled, but nonetheless, clicked into the thread to find-

Oh. Panacea sucked in a breath, eyes wide, as she was greeted with an image of a very nicely shaped, very large ass, front and center, spreading a red cross logo, circled with the words "panacea~new wave~" repeated. It was... an ass worth a thousand mules, a fantastic, heavenly ideation of perfection, wearing white cotton with... with her logo on it. Amy's gasp when she felt the tingle of pleasure directly at her cunny, almost feeling like she was trying to hold in pee as the image made her moisten.

People... people were wearing her... her merch... and, and it wasn't some creepy fifty years old dude, but, but an attractive young woman!?

The next image was of the front, showing off the smaller logo at the front, accompanied by an image of a cartoon Amy giving a thumbs up.

The woman talked about the quality of the panties, calling them nice and comfy, and talking about how she was working on a video wearing the complete set of Panacea cosplay, including the panties, and how it'd show off her favorite heroine's charm points in her costume.

Favorite... heroine?

Sure, Amy knew intellectually people 'liked' her, because she was a healer who could heal almost anything, but... nobody ever named her as their favorite. She was a plain, boring looking heroine, and her costume was just as boring - white robes trimmed with red, with the classic imagery of the red cross and a hoodie and scarf that covered her face, the only member of New Wave to do so.

And yet... this woman, whose face was obscured, was wearing her merch, panties branded with her imagery even, and talking about her like, like she actually liked her!

Amy felt her fingers slipping under her own panties, teasing the slightly wet cleft of her labia, slipping between her lips, a second finger joining in as she started teasing herself.

The thread continued, and it seemed like the first poster had posted even more images, in different poses, showing off how the panties stretched around her ass, and even giving herself a wedgie, speaking about how it felt so good to wear them inside out and press the cartoon Amy against her pussy.

Amy knew she should be creeped out as the conversation in the thread turned to how many people wanted to do dirty, lewd, filthy, horrible things to her, but as she read not just men, but also women, giving lewd and thorough descriptions of how they wanted to defile her, cover her in their ejaculate or even urine, and fuck her thoroughly until she begged for more, Amy couldn't help but feel incentivized, her hand now diving fully under her panties, fingers schlicking herself madly.

Amy went back to the search, and this time, searched for galleries that had her tagged in them. There were even more galleries, following the one she'd found, of people, both men and women, modeling her panties. Apparently for some reason it had become a bit of a trend to wear her panties?! The first few galleries she clicked on, were of women, both younger adults and more mature milfs, all of them talking about how they were all defiling the panties of the 'perfect and pure Panacea'... at first, it was just young women, and the odd milf, posting pictures posing in the undergarments... but then it began to get bigger.

The first video she met was of the first thread she'd found. A video of that same woman, masturbating much like Amy was now, wearing the Panacea Panties, capping it off by moaning Amy's name as she orgasmed into the panties, the video ending with the very obvious, very lewd, wet spot that made the area around the caricature Amy darken considerably.

Gulping, and realizing that she was flooded, Amy clicked on even more galleries, as people were wearing her panties and doing terrible things in them, a young man with a rather slim and surprisingly attractive physique was wearing her panties, stretched by his tiny, almost adorably cute, prick while he was slipping down on a realistic horse cock dildo, stretching his ass and making his little cock tremble within the confines of the panties, then pumping himself up and down until his semen spurted, staining the panties from within.

More and more videos came, and Amy was now masturbating, fingering herself like crazy, her palm rubbing at her clit, while another video played, the sound of a woman moaning blaring into Amy's ears through the headphones, as she bit her finger to avoid from crying out, chasing the high. The next video started, and it featured a tall, leggy brunette wearing only thigh high boots, and a dark skinned girl who was chained to the ceiling, who whore nothing but a pair of Panacea Panties on her face, her flushed appearance giving absolutely no doubt that the black girl was on pure, undilluted ecstasy, as she was whipped from behind.

There was a cut, and the brunette was pulling out an absolutely massive dildo, nearly the size of a baseball bat, stroking it, Amy realizing she had pulled on a strap on, and was now pushing it right into the black girl's ass, who moaned in wanton lust and joy.

Amy's back arched, as the sound of the black girl's screams of joy and perverse fulfilment filled her ears through the headphones, and Amy herself came like crazy, fingering herself even more, now using both her hands to enhance the stimulation and prolong her pleasure, until she collapsed, panting, and observed the loving aftercare, as the brunette removed the panties from the black girl's face, kissed her, and pulled them on. The panties immediately began getting dirty, and Amy could see realistic looking fake semen overflowing from them.

Amy moaned, oh, how she dearly wished to be in the black girl's position...

Sighing, Amy closed the video tab, and decided that she had to go back to work in checking the legality of her situation, but then there was a video of a cosplayer of Glory Girl wearing the Panacea Panties, and Amy forgot all about that, and all her problems, as she put it on...