Setting: Worm.
Devil.
Chapter 1.
What happens when two men fuse together, when their memories, emotions, and personalities suddenly meet in a violent and impossible encounter? What happens when one man is living his life, and suddenly another crashes into him in all aspects but his body?
This was a metaphorical question of course; such event would be, logically, impossible.
True, we do live in a strange era, and the impossible of ages past is now the norm in many instances, but somethings remains unknown, unseen, and untested until someone has enough of a bad day to score themselves the right superpower.
By the way, the answer to that question is this: both men die a violent and painful death while leaving a catatonic body behind, then their combined mindscape surge to form something new, or rather someone new, and that new mind, which carriers characteristics from both men, takes over the body.
How do I know this?
I'm the answer.
-0-0-0-
I lowered the rear mirror to check for any imperfection on my hairline, trailing my piercing green eyes over my immaculate brown locks, then lower to my sharp, royal features, masculine jaw and the few, small and very faint, age lines. Everything just seems to be actively working together to make me look good.
With a boyish grin, I flicked my half-smoked cigarette to the street and exited my Mercedes-Benz S-Class 2010.
This was a nice neighborhood, nicer than my own even, but not by much, a pathway of tall trees framed the wide street, with white, beige, and others light-colored houses shaping up the quiet suburban atmosphere.
I took a deep breath of start-of-spring air, and let my body be basked by the light of the late afternoon sun. My shoulder roll made the fine wool of my suit stretch slightly over my muscle; reminding me once again that I'm in the best shape of my life.
Well, both of them.
Crossing the short walkway to the million-dollar home, I pressed the soft sounding doorbell and set it to wait in front of the elegant white door. Taking a moment to fix my tie just in case, can't butcher an important first impression after all.
The door opened (it actually opened, what a trusting folks!) To reveal a well build middle age man with a short buzz cut and recently shaved face, he looked to be irritated, but something tells me that the source of the feeling wasn't me, I was just a new, convenient target.
"Yes?" He said, looking me up and down, I admit kinda of peeved that he didn't recognize me at first glance, he should have memorized my face considering what he has been doing. Come on buddy! You really need to work on that paranoia, this is laughable!
I opened a winning smile. "Good afternoon Mr. Alcott! I come today so we can have a bit of a chat. You may invite me in now."
He blinked confusedly for a second before pulling the door further. "Ah yes, please come in."
The inside of the house looked just as good as the outside, with lovely warm colors complementing the expensive furniture, beautiful and eye-catching decoration composed of copied of famous paintings and delicate chinawares, a few photos depicting a good looking family of three there and there… Basically the textbook example of the American family living the American dream.
I hummed pleasantly as I inspected the interior and made my way to the back. There I found a large television space and home theater with a wide comfortable sofa forming a U in front of it on one side, a fully equipped kitchen on the other, and glass wall showing a large pool and outdoor grill in front.
It truly amazes me the disparity of lifestyles this city can present sometimes.
The maid cleaning in the kitchen let out a small gasp, as I appeared from the living room.
"Cálmese." I said in a friendly tone. "No hay motivo para alarmarse, so seguir lo que estás haciendao come si yo no estuviera aquí, usted olvidará todo sobre mí tan pronto como me vaya."
The young Latin woman blushed, bowed her head with a quick 'Sí señor." And went back to what she was doing.
"So." I wondered out loud, "Where do you wish this conversation to take place, Mr. Alcott? We can use the couch here, or the ones on the living room. It's up to you to decide."
"There living room." He responded immediately. "The ones around the tv are new and I'd like to present their freshness for as long as possible."
"Very well,"
Soon, with were sitting comfortably facing each other while the maid, Gracia, brought some refreshments.
I was about to open my mouth when fate threw me a pleasant surprise and a set of high heels came thumping down the carpet-covered floor. We both turned to see the long legs of Mrs. Alcott descending down the stairs.
She was aggressively texting on her phone as she walked, I took advantage of her lack of attention to shamelessly admire the gentle curves neatly packed within a dark, shoulderless dress that left a cut open on the lower end to shown the stocking clad legs.
Her gaze only rose once she reached the end, then they narrowed slightly.
"James, who is this?" She managed to keep her annoyance out of her polite tone.
Ah, I realized then that they're using their daughter's sleepover to go on a date, explain why the maid hasn't started the dinner. How romantic.
"Well hello there Mrs. Alcott I'm a friend of the family, I'm come to talk to your husband about something. Please join us; this won't take long."
She tilted her head, letting the shoulder length blonde-dyed hair bob in interesting ways before typing a few excuses to her client and elegantly gliding to sit next to her husband.
"…So." I let Mr. Alcott begin while I tasted the tea. "You said you wanted to talk, what could we possibly talk about, I don't even know you…"
That's your mistake, you careless snob.
I smiled charmingly at him. "But I know you, Mr. James Alcott, ex-Hollywood actor turned fitness trainer, now the most search after in Brockton Bay; you have practically all the Bay's high society under you clientele. Excellent work, I must say."
Mr. Alcott blinked, then leaned back with a smile. "Well, thank you."
I chucked and turned my gaze to the wife, "And, of course, I know you too, the esteemed sister of our good mayor, Mrs. Jennifer Alcott, fiercest stoke broker on the Bay, one of the key players that permitted our humble city to navigate so well in such unstable waters."
The fake blonde preened with the compliment but raised her nose all the same. "I fail to see why this matter to your motives Mr…"
"Oh, it doesn't, it's just me gushing about the fact I'm speaking to such important pillars of our community. But to the point." I leaned back and looked in the eyes of the man sitting in front of me. "So Mr. Alcott, it came to my attention that you're fucking my wife."
A long pregnant silent followed after that, one with Mr. Alcott looking like a deer in the highlight and his wife snatching the life out of him with a chilling glare.
"Oh don't worry, I'm not here to take revenge or anything silly like that. I admit I'd probably do something crazy if I had figured that out a week ago, but now I'm not as emotionally attached to my wife as I used to be." She was somebody else's wife, after all, somebody that died a week ago and was replaced by me, she only came into my possession recently, so, honestly, I care little about her past. "But from your wife's reaction, I gather she had no knowledge about this."
"No" Mrs. Alcott intoned, there were blades in her voice. "I didn't."
"What an interesting development."
"I-" Mr. Alcott cleaned his throat in an attempt to thicken his voice. "I can explain-"
"Oh please, please spare me from the cliché lines Mr. Alcott. They are not why I came." I rolled my eyes and raise two fingers. "I came here for two things actually. One is to announce that you work for me now."
"…Excuse me?" He mouthed, clearly not following my logic.
"It's just fair, don't you think? You've been enjoying my wife's body for more than a year now; I invested quite a lot of money to have her body look that hot, you know. It's quite unfair for a man to enjoy the fruit of another man labor without giving anything in return."
"I… I suppose."
"So, you will become my loyal minion." I nodded. He mimicked the gesture.
"Yes, I will."
"Brilliant, now to the second matter." I drank the last of the tea; it was delicious. "It's still related to the adultery I'm afraid. But it seems to me, that justice has to be done."
Mr. Alcott gulped. "Justice?"
"Yes, justice, quite an important concept. I do not believe in revenge Mr. Alcott, but I quite the fan of justice, not the inefficient type of justice society stubbornly clings to, a different, more pure type, that only a few can enforce it…" I took my eyes away from the confused and increasingly terrified man and moved to the silently raging woman beside him. She seems to be ignoring most of the conversation in favor of trying to kill her husband with her glare. Hum, looks like one of those 'hell hath no fury' types.
"So, Mrs. Alcott." I took pleasure in noticing her husband became even more terrified as I addressed her. "Would I be correct to assume you two had a happy marriage?"
"Yes, we had." The response made the man squirm.
I grinned. "Perfect, so let's do it like this. From this day forward your marriage will deteriorate."
"What?" "Evidently."
"And while your marriage is in the process of deterioration, you, Mr. Alcott, will fall deeply in love with your wife, and if you already are, then you will grow to love her even more. Yes, your crumbling marriage will be like an abyss that affects your very soul. You will have to watch as you and the woman you love grow further and further apart, no matter the effort you make to win her back, and see your marriage, the thing that you will quickly notice gave your life meaning breaking apart with no possibility of recovery. Ah, and no killing yourself to escape either."
The wide-eyed man opened his mouth to reply, but no sound came.
"And you Mrs. Alcott, will be falling out of love of course, each day more and more imperfections on the pathetical man you choose to spent your life with will become more evident, each day your anger and resentment will grow and bloom, and in time, say a few months, maybe a year, you'll file for a divorce, hell I have just a firm to recommend. After that, you will be ruthless in your attempt to strip him of everything he has, and you will feel vindicated to do so, after all, he hurt you by sleeping with more than a half to his clientele. The house will be yours, the car will be yours, even your parahuman daughter-"
The woman, who has been opening a predatory grim to her husband, snapped her neck at me with wide eyes, her husband had a similar reaction.
"Oh slip of words, silly me, that always happens when I get excited, forget that last part." I relaxed my back on the sofa, throwing one arm back. "Now, Mrs. Alcott… I believe you need a lover."
The Woman blinked. "Pardon?"
"Oh, it's only fair that you hurt him the same way that he hurt you, plus, the thought excites you doesn't it."
Mr. Alcott sent an alarmed glance at his wife, to his horror; she started to grin.
"Ah yes, that's a…" The tip of her tongue brief tasted her pink lips. "Interesting idea."
"Well show him then!" I declared, savoring each word. "Show him what he will be losing, what he can never touch again."
Mrs. Alcott almost purred as she rose from her seat; she was trembling in excitement as her nimble limbs move to grab the zipper of her dress. With one dismissive look to her husband, she pulled it down.
Her body undulated as the fabric became loose and fell away, first, from the beautiful slope of her breast, revealing a black strapless bra struggling to hold her sizable globes, then, from the trim abdomen showing faint lines of tautness and a charming belly button, the fall of the fabric was interrupted when they clung to the wide shape of her breeder hips and toned ass she had lower the rest herself.
She bent over while she did this, showing us how the lace panty dug into the crack of her taut ass, and how the strap of the garter belt framed each of her wonderful contours on their way to connect to the thigh stocking.
"Magnify!" I cheered, offering my silent applause. Mr. Alcott was watching his wife with wide eyes and dropped jaw like it was the first time he saw her like this. What? They don't do stripteases? What a boring couple.
"Now, Mrs. Alcott gives us a twirl. Let us appreciate your charm." She smiled and did so, slowly, with her arms raised high, loving every second of it. This one is a teaser.
"Damn… what a sight, takes your breath away. Right, Mr. Alcott?"
"Y-Yeah." He answered, breathlessly.
I smiled, hands tapping on my lap. "Well woman, come here. Let me have a closer look."
She sent me an analytical gaze for a few moments, before turning her head toward her husband and opens a smug grin. She traversed the space between us with prolonged steps and with very exaggerated sways of her hips. She threw her legs upward as she moved to straddle me, making sure her husband had a look of everything she had to offer.
I whistled, checking the body of the woman on my lap. From her neatly combed light brown colored hair, which became more blonde the further from the root it got, the glistening blue eyes that were blinking a smoldering look, her soft feminine feature painted with a subtle layer of make up, the soft-looking perfectly formed lips that women would pay fortunes trying to imitate, and lower, to her graceful pale collarbone, narrow shoulders, large breasts, trim midriff, full, childbearing, hips and thick thighs, none that showed a hint of fakeness; this was a body blessed by excellent genes and molded by hours of hard work.
I placed my hand on her sides, and slowly trailed up and down with my thumbs pressing on the faint contorts of her pecks. This part, in particular, left me impressed, and to think a tight body like that once was boated with a child… She did with hard work what my wife needed surgeries to achieve.
Granted, my wife was older and had two pregnancies rather than one, so she was somewhat justified.
"A woman like that and he go and cheat…" I commented, watching her sighing as my fingers began to find sweet spots. Really, men with less power should just content themselves with what they have. "Tell me, Mrs. Alcott, what do you think of me."
She moved her hand to my shoulders and started to massage my muscles. "You're suspicions… and intriguing… Handsomer than my husband… Mn, with harder muscles."
"Is that so?" I lowered my ministrations, playing around on her waist, moving around and beneath the hem of her underwear. "Tell me, am I good enough to be your new lover?"
"I don't know." She arched her bubble ass as my fingers started to test the flesh there, making sure her husband was watching everything. "You… You are doing something to me. I can feel it." She lowered herself, pressing more of her body over mine, hands moving to trail over my vast pectorals. "I don't know what is it…"
"It's attraction my dear, raw sexual tension we exalted to one another." I smile as her eyes widened in genuine shock. "Perhaps even love…"
"Coup de foudre?" She breathed her face millimeters from my own. "Hmm, perhaps."
Our lips connected almost innocently compared to increasingly bolder actions our hands were taking, but that didn't last very long. Soon our tongues were testing the new waters of each other mouth and join together in a slow, wet and sensual dance.
Her hips bulked once. I took the opportunity to press it against my leg, right on top of the bulge growing along the length of my pant.
She was so surprised she broke the kiss.
"What?" She whispered, her face now spotting a faint blush and deeper breathing. She didn't have to look down as I grabbed a handful of her ass and ground her mound against my bulge. I could feel her body lighting up with shivers.
She looked me with a new light; a hungry light that held barely contained excitement and apprehension. "… You don't look like you have African blood."
I chuckled hoarsely. The action made my chest rasp against the hard tips poking from the bra. "I don't; I'm just particularly blessed," I kissed the corner of her mouth. "More than enough to be your lover, don't you think?"
"Yes." She whispered automatically. Her eye blinked for a second before I captured her lips once again.
I pulled back with a wet sound, her tongue tried to follow mine "And as your lover, you belong to me... Right?"
"Yes." She pushed through heavy breathing. "Yes, I-hmmm." Her light blue eyes rolled back as I assumed control of her lips again.
Her body was wonderfully reactive now; the touches are making her trembled, the sounds were making her weak, the taste was making her warm, and everything combined was making her wet.
She pulled back with a low moan. Her shining eyes made love to my own for a moment before she descended to my neck, kissing and nibbling the place while her finger worked on the buttons of my shirt with a clumsily hurry.
I looked above her, directly to the panting, sweaty man who was watching as I masturbated his wife from above her underwear with a look of horrifying fascination.
Oh my, did I awaken a fetish?
"Do me a favor will you, Mr. Alcott." I let out a deep growl as my new toy found a sensitive spot, the cheeky woman processed to attack it. "Call the place you made reservations tonight, and tell them you would be able to make it, then stay here and open a bottle of jack or something, I don't care. I'll be upstairs with your wife."
"What?"
"I'll be upstairs, fucking your wife on your marital bed, I'll give you the privilege of listening to the cries you never managed to make her do, but if you want to see the act, you'll have to work hard first."
"…W-What?"
"You hear me." Mrs. Alcott moaned as she opened the last button took in the sight of my chiseled torso covered by short, manly chest hair. I took that opportunity to stand, and take the woman with me. "Oh, and by the way, feel free to try to continue your relationship with my wife, I even encourage you to do so, be warned though, she won't be nearly as receptive as she was before, persist at your own peril."
"W-W-What!?"
I left the sputtering man behind and began to walk up the stair with a woman that was practically worshiping my musculature.
"Well then, Mrs. Alcott, shall we make our new relationship official?"
"Mm~ Call me Jennifer."
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It was already well into the night when I parked my car in front of my garage, the lack of a Jaguar F-Pace SVR 2011 parked beside told me that my oldest was out partying and preying on innocent young men.
Pausing on the steps to the porch of my modest, but very nice suburban house, I turned to look at the cute gnomes that stood guard over my wife's flower garden.
"No intruders I hope?" I wondered out loud, and the terminator lights that appeared in their eyes made me laugh.
I heard the giggles before I opened the door. As expected, my youngest daughter and her two friends were laying on the couch, wearing casual sleeping clothes, with a mess that only three unsupervised teenagers could make around them, the tv was firmly set in one of those teen dramas involving superpowers Verticallychallengedville or something.
"Hello, girls!" I greeted, locking the door behind me.
Emma blinked at me; her bright red hair was tied upward while her face was masked by that green ritualistic mud females wore before they went to sleep. "Oh, hey dad."
"Hello, Mr. Barnes!" Madison greeted back enthusiastically. She was wearing the same mud as Emma and… Hum, her sleeping clothes were a bit too small to be appropriate. I wonder if she is trying to compensate for her modest curves.
Sophia was the only one without a face mud. She had snapped her head to the door as soon as I move in, with her eyes flashing hostility and suspicion for a second before settling back in a lazy, neutral stare once she saw it was me. "Hey." She mumbled absentmindedly.
I stepped close to them, putting my dad smile, doing dad walk and raising my dad look; my dadness suddenly went over 9000.
"So girls, how is the sleeping over going!?" I beamed, placing my hands on the back of the couch just behind Emma, so the two could see her widening eyes and my silly smile in the same frame. "Outstanding I hope! Do you gals need anything? I can always bust out madz cookie-baking skills if the situation requires, you know what I mean." I delivered the line in the most Dad way possible.
"Oh my god! Dad no, please no." Emma pleaded, but I guard my fucks with the jealousy of a dragon, so she received none.
"What's wrong cutie pie? 'fraid your crew is going to find me cooler than you because of my crazy cooking. Well let me snack my cooking book real quick, it should be right next to your baby album-."
"DAD I swear to god I will never speak to you again!" Hm Feisty… She is growing well.
Madison, bless her little heart, giggled at my antics. "You're funny Mr. Barnes!" That earned her a death glare from Emma.
"My thank you, Mads. And I already told you girls can call me Alan." The adorable brunette smiled broadly at my words. "Hey, about comedy, you guys want to hear a construction joke? I'm still working on it!"
"Arrrrhhh," Emma grumbled loudly, placing her hands on her mud covered face. "GAh! Look at what you made me do!"
That went on for the next minute, it actually helped the atmosphere in my opinion, by the end of it my Emma was considering suicide, Madison was giggling like a mad girl, and even Sophie had let out a few chuckles.
Seeing them like this, all casual and relaxed and acting like normal teenagers… It was hard to remember they had tortured an innocent girl into superpowerhood.
"Say." I back off to my daughter's relief. "Do you know where your mother is?" I asked mostly for show, with my little supernatural radar given by my second power, I knew where she was all the time.
"I don't know, around, can you leave now please?" Emma requested quickly so she could start working on saving her face in from of her friends.
"All right, All right, I'll leave you to your little party, but no staying up till unreasonable hour of the morning." I smile at her grumbled yes, and started going up the stair. "Bye girls."
Sophia lazily waved at my direction. Madison's wave was livelier, and it was accompanied by a 'good night, Mr. Barnes.' Her look that lingered a tad too long though Emma had slapped her in the shoulder to bring her back.
Teenagers are funny.
With one daughter accounted for, another with a delivered to the world with a secret luck and protection charm to make sure she is alright. It's time to deal with the mother.
Pulling my tie from my neck, I rapidly opened and closed the door to my room, the girls downstairs won't notice the smell, but the sounds could reach there if I wasn't careful.
"Ooooh, Ohhh, Ohohoh, Hgnnnnnnnnnn, Masterrrrr~."
"You must be very brave or very stupid to be doing something like this while the girls are downstairs, pet."
The creature squirming at my feet, drenching the carpet with her puddles of female arousal was my wife. And she was beautiful, far more beautiful than she was a week ago.
Zoe Barnes was a beautiful woman who freaked out when she saw the first sign of aging and waged a long, bitter war against it. Over the years, her body has been artificially shaped on the hottest form money could buy, with boobjobs, asshobs, thighjobs, nosejob, lipjobs and every other fucking job on the plastic surgeon's catalog. The doctor, or rather, the team of doctors has done a fantastic job, she really did looked amazing after the results, but no matter how good the surgeon was, unless their cape name was Panacea, they're going to leave mark behind, and those surgeries always leave somethings looking… artificial.
The old part of me once wondered about how would she looked had she not went through with the surgeries, would she be uglier, or prettier.
Regardless of the answer, nowadays, I could say with absolute certainty she looked as good as she could possibly get, all the curves given to her artificially have been seamlessly integrated into the whole, all the subtle marks left behind on her skin has been removed, and all the imperfections that formed because of the surgeries were erased. The result as a magazine cover supermodel with striking features free of any wrinkles, flaming red her falling in a fiery cascade down her shoulders, and a curvaceous body that provoked daydreams of anyone nearly. And the best part; this was all made retroactively, meaning that nobody remembers how she really looked after the surgeries, for the rest of the world, her looks from right now were the result.
And now that gorgeous example of womanhood was spamming on my floor, four fingers desperately embedded in her perpetually tight tunnel, seeking a release that will never come without my permission.
"So, what do you have to say for yourself?"
"Ow, master, master please, Zoe has been good. Please,please,please!" She cried with delirious need, her hands exiting sloppy pussy as her legs spreader to the side, folded under her and shot her pelvis to the air, presenting me everything she had to offer. "I needed to cummm master! I need to cum shooo badly!"
"Hmm." I spend a few seconds admiring her plump outer lips, and charming pink inner one; her quivering entrance could only be described as dangerously inviting. She shook and moaned under my gaze like it was providing the same pleasure of her fingers. "Too horny to think straight hum? What a troublesome animal you are." My shining shoe made from the finest leather fell down hard over the moist buns, her hips crashed to the floor as her back arched violently, her mouth opening to let a silent scream.
I grounded the sole of my shoe against her pussy, rolling it from side to side to distribute the pressure. The movements brought back her voice; it came back in loud bust of animalistic gawks that made me glad that I made this room soundproof days ago. "Makes me wonder why I keep a cheating slut like you around if you're not going to be aware enough to serve me when I'm back home?"
"HYYAAHHHH. I'M SORRY- GRAh- I'M SORRYI'M SORRYY MASTER, THISH PET FORGOT HER PLACE! ahAHHAHHH! SHE WON'T DO IT AGAIN SO PLEASE!
"Or perhaps you don't want to be my pet and you rather be my whore instead, you already spend your entire days constantly horny anyway, what the different? Tell me, should I use you as a whore to give as a reward to my future minions, should I use your make me some money in the spare time? Hell, should I drop you naked in a den of lowlifes for pure entertainment sake? I did meet someone that could today that could easily fill your place if I want to after all, what do you say, pet? Do you want to be my whore!" I dragged the sole of my shoe over to the bottom andpushed; this made her whole body flinch.
"UUUUGGHHH! Ah ah aha, Y-Yessssssss! Eveythingggg, W-whatever you like Mastar!, I'll be whatever you like masterOuuuuwwww!- I… I'll sleep with anyone you sayyy… ANY-OHOHOh-THING! You say... Just, Ah… ah… gurrh… just, let me stay by your side… This is my greatest happiness!OhOHHOOHOHHOHIII-Is going in, 's going in, is going inISGOINGINISGOINGIN! AHAH AH OHMYGAWD!"
"What a splendid answer my pet!" I declared, my grin hurting my face. "Have your reward." Saying that I pushed the rest of the toecap inside her pussy.
She squirted around the fine leather, her body contorting in almost grotesque ways from the insane mixture of pain and pleasure her brain was receiving. I kicked-fucked her a few minutes, finding amusement on how much leverage I had over her bucking hips, before yanking my foot out and standing on the side, just letting the waves of pleasure wreck her body.
When she finished, she fell limbless on the floor, trying to catch her breath while her vibrant red locks hid her face.
"Oi pet, have you finally died from pleasure overload?" I mussed, pocking her face the tip of my juice covered shoed.
"Oh… Oh, master." She immediately came to live and plucked her lips to kiss that shoe. "Oh master, it felt so good, thank you thank you, thank you." With each word, she left a broad lick over the leather; soon she was lost in her own taste.
I could see her hips rising to the air once again, her upper body kept low at my feet, to lick and adore; an image of pure submission. I know her arousal is quickly building up again, it will always do so unless I specifically ordered not too, this was part of the power I gave her after all.
"Enough," I kicked her face to the side. She let a delighted cried and held the mark of her cheek, the desolated brown eyes at odds with her lovestruck smile.
I rolled my eyes at her kinky-self and sat on the bed, working on my last set of button and removing my shirt.
She immediately tried to drink me with her gaze… in more ways than one. I turned toward her and saw her teary puppy dog look, and her lower lip being bitten in neediness.
I sighed… why does my wife have to be so cute...
"Pet." My voice echoed, Zoe immediately perked up. "My cock still covered in your ex-lover's wife's pussy juice, if you clear up properly I'll consider using a pear of agony on you again."
"Yes, master! Right away!" She chirped in a manically happy tone and practically teleported to my crouch.
I grunted and leaned back, using my arms to support me while Zoe pulled my zipper with her teeth and processed to envelop my oversize dick of her magical mouth.
Yes, it has been a week since I was born into this world, created from Alan Barnes, a divorce lawyer and family man from earth-bet, and a fat, fan fiction writer from a earth where earth-bet is a part of a web novel, no explanation for why it happened beyond the writer waking up one day and deciding to fill up a CYOA.
But one thing is certain…
Zoe yelped as I roughly grabbed the sides of her head, forcibly pulling her new horns out so I could have a something better to grip. Her whole body shivered in delight as she recognized the deep growl that echoed from my chest and completely relaxed all the muscles from her neck in preparation to the brutal facefuck that was about to take place.
I'm having a shitload of fun.
Worm CYOA Ver 03
Mode:
God mode(+10).
Powers:
Word of Power(-4)(basically makes him a word based reality warper.)
Twins: Jailbroken Teacher(-3)(So Jailbroken it isn't even funny.)
Perks:
Charles Atlas Superpower(-1),
Man of Mystery(-1),
Special Snowfake(-1)
