I was sitting across from Sophia at the cafeteria table. She absently poked and pecked at her own food - she had the slop of the cafeteria mashed potatoes as well as a protein bar brought from home and a glass of milk - as she stared me down. "You need to exercise more," she told me, her voice more than a little curt. "You're fun, but I can't exactly show you off, with that much pudgy baby fat and you're too skinny." If I'd been a normal guy for this world, that would probably be insanely vicious - as is, it was merely ludicrously rude. "And you do like to be shown off, don't you?"
"I have been working out," I told her, trying my best not to sound whiny, and she just gave me a sour look. "I go jogging every other day, for thirty minutes," I explained. "I started following this guide online-"
She let out a long sigh to cut me off, rolling her eyes. "That's cardio, it's not going to give you any kind of real tone. You need to lift some weights. You know what," she pressed her tongue against her cheek. "Vicky got back with Dean." I nodded along, not understanding the significance, but she kept barreling ahead, as if she'd planned this whole speech in advance. "Every time that happens, her sister gets in a depressive funk. She's got feelings for Dean," Sophia explained. "You do know who Vicky's sister is, right?"
I nodded. Nobody was paying attention to us, but talking too obviously about certain things might put her secret identity at risk. Her sister was Panacea, a local hero who could do some incredible medical feats. "I'm not sure I understand."
"We're going over to Vicky's house after school," she explained. "I already got it set up with her. I'll explain on the way, but the gist is, slut, you're going to get to slake your preferences and I'm finally going to get to see some meat on those bones."
I nodded again, and she smiled, that carnivorous, feral, sadistic smile that made her look like a lioness. She reached across the table, gripping my collar and pulling me towards her, her lips pressing against mine with ferocious force, tongue invading my mouth. I let her do as she wanted - it certainly didn't hurt, that I was getting kissed by one of the hottest girls in the school in the cafeteria, where before she'd generally kept our liaisons a secret.
After school, on the bus headed for Vicky's, she had me sit in the back next to her. She took out her phone, showing me an online encyclopedia article titled "myostatin-related muscle hypertrophy." Her voice was a low whisper as she spoke. "You're going to tell Amy whatever you have to, and do whatever it takes, to get her to give you this." I read the article - it was about a rare genetic condition that caused the body to produce muscle more than it normally would, basically automatically storing metabolic energy as muscle instead of fat. "Vicky doesn't know that's why we're here, she thinks I'm just sharing you to give Amy a pick-me-up, and as far as anybody's concerned, that's all that's happening, alright?"
I swallowed and nodded. "Alright." It was pretty serious, what Sophia was asking me to do, but... I mean, Amy was a girl, right? Or - she had the sex drive of a boy. Would a boy refuse to make the girl he was fucking sexy? Maybe, but she was a teenager too...
Sophia didn't take much notice of my internal thoughts. "Great," She said, her voice almost a purr, her arm wrapping around me. Her lips kissed my cheek, a possessive and affectionate movement. "I'm not going to be able to watch, sadly, since I'll be distracting Vicky."
I nodded again. "Right. I'll do my best."
"Do it," she told me, her voice serious. "Or I'm going to have to start supervising your exercise routine, and you don't want that."
I just nodded, swallowing as I tried to think through exactly what to do to make her agree to do something like that. I didn't know the girl at all, besides the occasional glimpse on television. She didn't seem to revel in the limelight from what little I'd seen, but this was a world of reversed sexual morality, and even the shyest boy would probably respond well to a girl coming onto him hard, as long as it wasn't too hard.
When we arrived, as promised, Sophia distracted Vicky, while I went and found Amy sitting in the entertainment room, watching some trashy soap opera. She glanced my way. She was kind of cute - mousy, with frizzy brown hair and freckles. "Hi," she said.
"Hi," I responded in kind. There was a mix of uncertainty and general foul mood in her voice as I approached her, settling down on the seat next to her.
"What do you want?"
"I just wanted to say hi," I said, not sure what to say.
She muted the television for a moment. "Vicky said she was inviting Sophia and a friend over. That's you?"
"Yeah," I said. "Sophia and Vicky are catching-" I could hear the front door slam shut loudly, presumably from the pair leaving, "-up. I guess they left us alone."
Amy just pressed two fingers against her brow and unmuted the television, turning her attention to the television. It was obvious she didn't want to talk to me. Presumably her depressive funk meant she wasn't interested in talking to anybody.
I played along for a bit, watching the television with her - then I gently placed one hand on her knee. She was wearing loose clothing, sweatpants and a poorly-fitting t-shirt, the kind you'd wear if you were painting. She didn't respond to the touch more than a vague glance of confusion, so I gently ran my fingers slowly up her thigh.
That provoked a response - not a sudden push against me, but a kind of panicked locking up. She quietly swallowed, her lips a thin line, her focus clearly not on the television any longer. I kept going, softly caressing her inner thigh, hand wrapped around the tender, slim flesh of her leg, and her breathing remained shallow, a faint flush to her freckled cheeks. Her tongue flicked out, cleaning at her lips for a moment. She didn't glance my way, but I knew all her mental focus was on me. She had the same expression as a boy trying not to look at a girl in his class with nice legs and shorts that are way too short.
For a while, I was satisfied with that. I only occasionally looked her way. For her, this was probably more male attention than she'd gotten in her lifetime. For me, I had a job to do, and that required some subtlety. My hand stroked her thigh softly, the movement intimate and teasing. I kept her like that, on edge, distracted. Her expression didn't really shift when the credits finally rolled for the show, but I leaned over towards her and kissed her neck.
She swallowed again, her breathing getting heavy suddenly, her gaze turning to me. I'd been keeping her on edge the whole remainder of the show's run time - probably a good seven to ten minutes - and she was clearly not thinking too heavily about the why. Her eyes were just that little bit wide, her soft lips parted faintly enough to reveal a hint of ivory teeth, and I took the chance, leaning forward to kiss her on the lips. She didn't stop me, but she wasn't the most enthusiastic partner either, her eyes widening in a sort of shock that this kind of thing could happen to her. My hand slid from her thigh up to her groin, gently rubbing her cunt through the fabric of her pants and underwear, making her breath quicken sharply.
The advantage of reversed sexual morality was heavy, here. In my world, she'd probably be pushing me off and screaming at this point. Here? She was just dumbstruck by the fact that a guy was kissing her, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth, and she was getting wet as I played with her cunt. Like a girl suddenly making out with you and jerking you off through your pants. A surprise, to be sure, but a welcome one.
I needed her to be more than passive, though. Mere passivity probably wouldn't get here horny enough to do what Sophia wanted. I directed her to lie on her back on the couch, my lips still kissing hers, my hands reaching for her pants, starting to pull them away. She just flushed furiously, eyes wide as I finally broke off the kiss, starting to peel her sweat pants off, revealing freckled legs. "Ah, ah, I don't," she stammered out.
"You're incredibly sexy," I told her, doing my best sultry-seductive voice (Sophia would laugh when I did it, but other girls responded well). "I want you so bad," I breathed out, kissing rapaciously at her neck. She squirmed beneath me, cheeks a delicious red as I pulled her pants the rest of the way off, tossing them aside. I kissed my way along her neck, pulled up her shirt a bit to press at her belly - taut and smooth, though she wasn't exactly busty - and then pulled her panties away, revealing her pink sex, her untrimmed brown bush, lightly dotting the region.
A thought came to mind, of how I could get her to do what I wanted - well, what Sophia wanted, but I certainly wasn't angry about doing it. Reciprocity. If I did something similar for her, she'd probably do something back, right? "I'm a parahuman," I told her, and she just blinked rapidly, not understanding the meaning of the words. My hands gripped her thighs for a moment, and I drew on the well of her power. She jerked in response, back arching, her lips parting wide from the pleasure that ran into her. I grunted at my own end of things, but didn't hold onto the power. I kissed at her clit, sending an electric shock of pleasure right up her spine, and I pushed the power back in.
Specifically, I increased the size of her ass, giving it a carefully sculpted curvature, and copious amounts of raw mass. My lips kissed at her wet sex, making her shiver in response, and I kept licking. My fingers dug into the flesh of her newly expanded butt, feeling the soft, full flesh of it, sinking into it easily. She squirmed beneath me at the sensations, legs kicking in the air, and I couldn't help but pull back, admiring her very pleasant ass cheeks, pale skin marred by numerous small freckles, my fingers squeezing and groping the supple flesh even then, enjoying how the freckles moved about in the process, shifting and flowing to follow the lines of my grip.
I have to admit being almost hypnotized by my own work, admiring the flesh as I squeezed and played with her butt. It also provided her enough time to recover her senses, her eyes turning on me as she furrowed her brow in confusion. She shifted, adjusted her position to get a better look at her own ass, a frown appearing on her soft lips. "What did you do to my ass?"
"Made it sexier," I breathed out, moving over her, kissing her on the lips forcefully as I did so. One hand continued to grope and squeeze, and she hesitated a moment beneath me, before pushing against my chest, directing me off her.
"Did somebody put you up to this?"
"No," I told her. "Well, Sophia suggested that you might be interested, and you're so sexy," I breathed out, fingers digging into her ass cheeks again. "You look really good with a big ass, too." I honestly had no idea how she'd respond - breast size, vaginal tightness, I'd observed both of them kind of relate to how men treated their dicks, but butts? Would it be weird, like it would be for a girl playing with a guy's ass, or hot, like her playing with his abs?
A few seconds passed in silence, and then she apparently decided to just go for it, pushing me down onto my back, shifting her body so that she straddled my face, her pink sex hovering over my lips, her big, freckled butt mere inches from my eyes. "If you like it so much, here you go," she said, before sitting down on my face.
I definitely had no complaints. My hands came up to grope and knead the flesh, admiring it from up close. My tongue flicked at her slick sex, rubbing along the sensitive lower lips, making her quiver and shudder intermittently. I toyed with my power to make it all the better for her, I have to admit - a bit of a draw inward, another push back in, the movements of power minute, like taking a cup from a bathtub, but still provoking a sharp response from her, one she clearly attributed to my cunnilingus skills by the way she started to grind against me. It made her butt jiggle delightfully, practically bouncing right in front of me, pale skin and soft freckles bobbing up and down as she rode my face like that.
Her verbalizations were all the kinds of dirty talk you'd expect from somebody who only knew about sex from porn. "Yeah, yeah, you like that, don't you, you slut?" Her breathing was irregular, and she was practically grinding against my face. "I, I'm going to fuck your face, with my pussy," she half-shouted, and I could just imagine her face at that moment, cheeks red with exertion, a ridiculous, uninhibited expression. It almost made me wish I wasn't busy staring at her ass - almost. I softly squeezed at the full orbs of her expanded ass cheeks and did another quick push pull, sending a wave of pleasure through her body that made her grind against my face.
With a combination of my power, and her rapidly-becoming-obvious status as a virgin, it didn't take long at all for her to come. When she did, she let out this impressive grunt-pant, loud and breathy in the air of the entertainment room, her body shaking and grinding against me in the process. Her fingers clenched and dug at my shirt, her ass bouncing as her whole body twitched.
As soon as she finished coming, it was like the life went out of her, practically slumping right down a moment later, her breath teasing at my stomach just an inch or so from my cock. My thoughts weren't on her mouth, though - it was on the pair of round orbs right in front of my face. I slipped myself free from underneath her, wiggling my way out and getting up behind her. My fingers groped her ass cheeks - she was still wearing that too-big t-shirt, showing off just a hint of her back and stomach in this position, but my focus was entirely on her ass.
Maybe I'd made it too perfect, but the first thing I did when I fished my dick out of my pants was slip it in between her ass cheeks, fitting into the soft valley. I then proceeded to grip her ass and start to rub back and forth, hotdogging her as she laid there. She just softly mumbled in response to the sensation, but by that point I was so pent up from having watched her ass and gotten nothing in return, so I just took full advantage, grunting and pumping simultaneously, enjoing the sight of those freckled ass cheeks as they wrapped around my dick.
"God," I breathed out, as I thrust away. I watched each freckle individually as it bounced beneath me, those ass cheeks molded into my hands and cock alike. "I love your freckled skin," I told her, my voice full of absolute sincerity. She blushed at those words - her cheeks now redder than they had already been from exertion - a shy smile hidden as she averted her gaze from me. "Really, you're incredibly hot," I told her, leaning over her, so close that my breath was in her ear, as I continued to fuck her ass cheeks like that, enjoying the feeling of tension and friction from the position. "Especially when your ass is big like this," I told her.
Her blush sharpened at that, a certain nervous energy to her expression as she fidgeted beneath me. She was still clearly wiped from riding my face earlier, and that suited me just fine - I leaned up and kept going, even increasing my pace. "Honestly, right now, you're pretty much perfect," I told her. Honestly, she was cute even without the big booty, though given I'd personally crafted it, I was definitely biased in favor of it. "I'm so lucky to get to fuck a girl as hot as you."
That kind of line always provoked a response with Sophia, and it certainly didn't fail here, Amy's cheeks blooming an even brighter red. My cock throbbed at the sight of her, the way her teeth dug briefly into her lower lip almost chipmunk-like, and I pulled out of her ass cheeks before I exploded, breathing heavily for a long moment. "You really think that?" She asked, glancing up at me out of the corner of her eye. I nodded rapidly. "You're not just saying that because you have a relative that's sick or something, right?"
"No," I reassured her. I fished a condom out of my pocket, tearing it open with my teeth and slipping it on. Her eyes bulged at it, at the implication of what was about to happen. "You want to have your cherry popped?" I spoke the question in my sexiest voice, and she squirmed for a moment before finally nodding. "Thanks," I said, lining my cock up with her sex, which by now of course was incredibly slick. I grabbed her hips and pulled her up, so her ass was pointed up at me, making it easier for me to get proper leverage, and teased my cock at her entrance for a long few seconds, just drinking in this moment.
This would be the second parahuman girl I'd deflower in this reality - and she'd be thanking me for it, I was sure, by the look on her face, the faint tension that I'd changed my mind and was about to call it there. It made me so hot, it took everything in me to make my first stroke inside her slow and loving rather than furious and forceful, my cock gently slipping inside her. Her entrance was tight around my cock, and I just dug my hands into her ass as I admired the soft, plentiful flesh, squeezing and playing with it like each cheek was my personal stress ball.
I grunted and pumped, my breathing getting heavier as I took full advantage of her; her expression was one of raw arousal, practically shivering beneath me, her fingers clawing at the couch for a moment, her breathing getting erratic. She was a virgin popping her cherry, and her leg twitched a couple times, her calf bouncing up and down as her ass remained up in the air. I could see on her face the way she was straining not to come, her teeth digging into her lower lip as she squirmed beneath me, butt practically bouncing from side to side as I went all the way to the base inside her.
When I was fully engulfed, I just took a moment to luxuriate in the sensations, and she did too. There was a furious heat to her cheeks, her fingers clenched into fists on either side of her, and it was an incredibly erotic sight. I caressed and softly rubbed her beautiful, curvaceous ass, and then I leaned down over her, drinking in her cute freckled face. "Come for me," I breathed out, and she lost her composure and did exactly as requested. I groaned at the feeling of her inner walls caressing and tightening on my cock, gripping and tugging as I held myself inside her.
Unlike her, though, I wasn't a virgin. Sophia was sexually rapacious, so I had plenty of experience with a much more muscular pussy than Amy's, and the moment she finished coming, I started to pump, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass even now, my eyes turning down to it, admiring where pale flesh turned pink from all my obsessive clawing and groping, making her freckles stand out even more. The curve was soft and gentle as my fingers slid along surface. "You feel so good around me," I told her, provoking another shy smile from the inexperienced virgin beneath me.
I thrust deep within her, again and again, panting as I admired her body, her t-shirt having slowly slipped up her body from gravity and the force of the fucking, showing the hint of a bra strap. Her lips quirked and hesitated, as if she was trying to think of exactly what to say - then finally she stumbled on her preferred words. "Yeah, ride me, you horny breeder," she said. "You love my ass, don't you?" She wiggled it a bit, making the soft flesh jiggle delightfully.
I grunted and upped my pace inside her. "I love your ass," I breathed out, my fingers digging into the scrumptious flesh of it as I pumped away. She was accustomed to my cock by that point, so I could really go wild on her, balls slapping at her thighs and butt as I fucked her, admiring the way the flesh rippled with each thrust, like waves on the beach. "It looks really sexy, especially right now. I love the freckles," I told her, leaning over her to kiss her cheek, a doting movement that made her blush. "I love a girl with a nice, round ass, and some cute freckles," I told her, my fingers brushing along her butt for a long few moments.
"Ye~ah?" She breathed the word, her voice coming out in an erotic stutter because of my continuous pounding. "You do. I bet you, bet you do," she told me, tongue flicking along her lips. The way her dirty talk was clearly entirely inspired by the most insipid porn dialogue was honestly quite sexy - the cute contrast between virginal innocence and degenerate perversion.
Then she pushed back against me, shifting her body to lean up. "Lie, lie on your back," she said, and I started to move to do so, doing my best to keep my cock inside her all the while. "A breeder like you should be on his back," she told me, doing her best to project an aura of confidence. Her shirt fell down again, and her hands went to her ass, squeezing the ass cheeks, trying to show it off to me as best she could, with all the incompetence one would expect of a virgin boy trying to show off his abs. Her fingers just kind of slid along the freckled skin, showing it off.
"Squeeze your ass cheeks," I told her, watching as she did so. Her fingers dug into the flesh, pulling at it, pushing it back together, freckled skin bleeding into freckled skin. She was just resting atop me, and I had to wonder how much of this shift in position was just to give her the chance to recover, her cunt tight around my cock as she rested there. Her cheeks were still warm, almost burning hot, her breathing heavy from exertion and pleasure. "God, you're so hot," I breathed, my own hands slipping to find her own, playing with and teasing the flesh of her glorious ass, fingers lacing together with hers, cross-hatching against her butt.
She started to move, a slow, tentative motion, sinuous as she slid up and down, a hint of side-to-side motion. Her expression showed how much she was feeling it, enjoying my cock in her, even as she tried to remain composed. "Take it," she said, at first a breathless whisper, then she shook her head and increased her confidence. "Take it," she commanded, pumping up and down a bit harder. "Yeah, you like that, don't you, slut?" I nodded rapidly, smiling up at her, enjoying the little show she was putting on, the cute contrast between her degrading lines and her virginal desperation to appear confident. "Take it! Take my pussy!" She declared, pounding hard then, just jackhammering her body against mine, her butt rippling with each slam.
I groaned and closed my eyes, leaning back beneath her, enjoying the soft feeling of her ass in my hands, the way I could just rest and let her do all the work now. Her body pumped, thrust, jammed, jerked, and did everything in its power to coerce an orgasm from me. It ultimately didn't succeed before her own body overpowered her. She made a strangled noise, and I knew she came by the way her movements halted for a moment, her inner walls constricting around my dick.
She didn't want to let me in on it, though, so she made a stuttery up-down motion on my dick, pumping loosely. "Take, take it," she growled, in the way that one can just barely form words when coming. "Enjoy getting fucked, slut! Your cock loves it, doesn't it?" I just nodded, keeping my eyes closed, letting her pretend that I hadn't realized she'd come. "Tell me! Say my name, breeder!"
"Ah, I love your cunt, Amy!" I told her, opening my eyes, admiring the burning color of her cheeks, the exhaustion and arousal that mixed together. "I love your ass! I love your freckles! You're so sexy!" It was everything I could do not to come right then and there.
"You're right I'm sexy!" She declared, gaining a bit more confidence. "I'm way sexier than you! I could do so much better!" My cock twitched at those words. For me, a girl responding that way was incredibly hot, the faux-haughtiness coming off so much more needy and desperate for approval than it might have back in my own world.
"You could," I grunted, my fingers digging into her ass cheeks, starting to pump up into her. "Ah, fuck," I breathed out, "but," I grunted, pounding up into her, completely seizing control of the pace from her as I used her ass cheeks as handholds. "I could be sexier," I told her, as I pumped away. Her head cast around, brown frizzy hair flowing wildly. "All you'd have to do, is change my body," I told her. "Just like I changed yours. I made you sexier, so-"
She came then, her head casting back, her eyes squeezing shut. I came too, splurting inside the condom as I felt her inner walls grip and caress my cock inside her, her whole body shivering atop me, her skin slick with sweat, t-shirt sticking here and there, butt shiny and gorgeous as ever.
Then, at last, I was spent, flopping back. Amy flopped forward, her chest pressing into the couch, her butt shown off by the way she slumped in that position. I absently caressed her ass cheeks, enjoying the feeling of them. It was almost a massage, and I started to speak. "You could make me sexier," I told her. "You could use your power. I heard about... about this thing, where your body just makes muscle instead of fat. If you made me sexy like that, you could enjoy my new, sexy body," I explained, leaving out Sophia for the moment. Better to ask forgiveness than permission. "And I'd make sure to keep you with this delicious ass all the boys will drool over."
She twisted a little, looking back at me, her brow furrowing. "Guys really like asses?"
"Yeah," I told her, without hesitation. I remembered having read one time that women's most favored feature in men was a good ass, so probably it wasn't that different here. "I pretty much made it perfect... well, except the freckles," I told her. "Those were already perfect."
She blushed at the words, cheeks lighting up. She twisted around atop me, leaning over me now, my cock still inside her cunt as her fingers caressed my cheeks. She stared down at me, then leaned down to kiss me, her lips pressing against mine for a soft, sweet, second. My hands gently groped her ass as she did so. She broke off the kiss, and stared down at me. "I did it," she said. "You'll keep my ass nice and big, right?"
"Yeah," I told her, squeezing it again. "You'll have no problem getting a boyfriend, with a butt like that." There was a brief look of melancholy on her face - to get rid of it, I squeezed her ass and drew out a trickle of her power, sending a wave of pleasure through her body that distracted her. I used the trickle to help make the ass expansion last longer, and she leaned forward over me, kissing my lips more firmly now, her tongue gently entering my mouth, like a nervous houseguest checking to see that her presence was welcome.
Of course, it was.
When Sophia and Victoria finally got back, me and Amy had already showered (separately, lamentably) and gotten dressed again and settled in to watch television. Rather than groping her thigh, I was now squeezing one of those gorgeous ass cheeks of hers, and she was smiling at the attention. Sophia called out for me, and I gave Amy one last quick peck on the cheek before heading downstairs.
She waited until we were at the bus stop to pop the question. "Did you manage it?"
"Yeah," I told Sophia. She smiled at that, her expression one of raw, predatory lust. "At least, Amy told me she did it."
Sophia kissed me, then. Compared to Amy's, the difference was obvious - this was an experienced woman, invading my mouth, her fingers digging into my hair for a moment, her body all but grinding against mine at the bus stop. I almost worried that somebody might see, but in the moment I didn't care. She broke off the kiss a few seconds later. "That's a good boy," she told me. "And you deserve a reward." She licked her lips, fingers trailing along my cheek. "What would you like?"
I have to admit, it took me a little bit to think of what to say.
