Sarah sighed aloud, idly sketching the odd sex scene between herself, Kate and her brother in a light hint of boredom.
She liked to let Gabe think that her life didn't revolve around him, that his sister was independent and could just do her own thing whenever she wanted and he wasn't keeping her busy, but the fact of the matter was that Sarah ultimately defined herself as his sister more than anything else.
Always had, for as long as she could think back.
Gabe gave her food, he cared for her, he let her grow into her own person and did his best to know when to back off and give her space... never quite realizing she never wanted there to be any space between the two of them, regardless of how she acted at the time. He gave her opportunities to be herself even when she didn't want to be, gave her power, influence, hot, leg-buckling and mind blanking sex and everything she could wish for.
If she was being honest with herself, she'd loved him for the longest time, perfectly fine with jumping his bones long before he went and pulled his resurrection act because he was just that perfect for her. Nobody would ever love her like Gabe could, just as she would never let her affections be directed towards anyone else.
Sometimes, she wondered if Reggie didn't feel the same way, the two of them had grown up just about identically under their brother's care, and had chosen to end it because of it rather than accept his feelings may never be answered.
Ridiculous, of course, Gabriel would have never scorned him or anything. He might not have responded, exactly, she wasn't sure, but he'd certanly never stop loving either of his younger siblings.
That said, she didn't feel like dwelling on the topic, the thought of her other brother always a bitter affair whenever he came up, and so she just put her pens away and got up. Time to take a walk.
Being inside an enormous underwater city was still a little weird, intellectually speaking, but, as she looked out the wide, finely polished windows letting the inhabitants of Persephone look into the enormous cavern their new headquarters were built inside, Sarah couldn't help but smile at just how appropriate this whole place turned out to be, in the end.
The bottom of the ocean was deep enough to keep the sun away, if nothing else, which was enough for her to be happy with it. No better place for a vampire to be, except maybe the lower crust of the planet or something.
Looking over her reflection in the glass, she looked herself over, making sure she was looking as perfect as usual. Being undead did have its advantages; no sweating, no disgusting, oily hair, perfect skin and proportions... and she didn't need so much as to lift a finger to keep herself that way. Really, she hadn't ever really thought about how much of her days had been taken up by hygiene and makeup, not to mention clothes shopping and choosing (which she still indulged in even now, thank Gabe for the manufactories letting her wear whatever she wanted), but nowadays, with even sleeping entirely out of the equation?
Suffice to say, she could get just so much more done now. Returning back to her previous route, Sarah didn't take long to arrive in the meeting room, as they all thought of it by now, not far from the 'official' entrance to Persephone. Making her way inside, she saw Sinclair was still hard at work two days after Gabe went inside his cocoon, pouring over and making notes on papers held together by nothing more than the spit from where he kept licking his thumb to leaf through their corners.
Glancing up, he gave her a brief nod, getting back to what he was doing when she didn't seem to have anything to say to him.
Sarah, on the other hand, needed a moment to get over what she'd 'seen'-
Betrayal, Gabriel, Loss
-when their eyes met.
What the fuck, Gabe? I know this is somehow your fault.
Really, why did her brother have to be such a handful whenever he wasn't busy taking care of her?
Eleanor Lamb frowned, trying to work her way through the thoughts some of the Little Sisters were giving off.
She was always connected to all of them, of course, and normally she wasn't having any issues like this, but for some reason she couldn't quite see through some of their eyes at the moment. Grumbling to herself a little, she got up off her bed, stretching her legs a little.
It was still so good to be able to just... get up and walk out of any room she wanted to.
Speaking of which, it was about time for her mother's walkies, wasn't it? She'd promised Gabriel she'd take good care of his 'pet', no way was she going to fail that responsibility, especially when it was on her way anyways.
Seeing mother in her now usual state of bondage still brought a smile to the young woman Eleanor fancied herself as, the sheer irony of the role reversal now in play enough to keep her entertained for a good while even when she wasn't... playing, with her.
Her connection with all the other sisters let her see and feel much... and making mother eat out all the Big Sisters she created over the years had been great fun, culminating with herself going to sleep with her tied-up mother's face buried in her crotch. She hadn't slept this well in years, any and all nightmares of mother coming to murder Father or her new friends plaguing her for years now had been kept at bay by the knowledge and feeling of what exactly she was doing at the time instead.
Oh, sure, mother was probably trying to play her usual games again, or she would be, but the bonds Gabriel had put her in were keeping her from any of that. No speaking with her tongue hanging out from where the ring of steel gagging her was keeping her jaws spread open at all times, no gesturing or writing thanks to the elbow length gloves fused into one object behind her back keeping her arms constrained and not even walking around was possible for her whenever what her benefactor had called a 'spreader bar' was keeping her ankles from moving easily.
The only thing mother could do was look at others now. And damn but if Eleanor didn't like it. Finally, she was as powerless as she'd made her daughter feel for all those years... and repaying each and every second was feeling great.
"Come, mother, we have somewhere to be. It would not do not to show you off at this point, would it not?" Her eyes were trying to let her feel the disappointment mother felt, that Eleanor would fall to this level and join in her sexual depradation for the sheer sake of degrading her, but then again, being a disappointment in her mother's eyes was a purely good thing as far as Eleanor was concerned, so she just gave her a sweet smile as she unlatched her leash.
Now leading her mother's naked ass through Persephone, Eleanor couldn't help but appreciate the change in appearance Gabriel must have wrought upon her somehow- gone was the bony, severe woman haunting her dreams on occasion. Instead, mother was still severe, but in a more matronly, rounder way- her behind and chest had grown a slightest bit, turning her from a pile of sticks into an attractive, somewhat sexy woman with kissable lips even in their permanently open state and a sexy sway to her hips when she was forced to walk in her restraints.
Eleanor had been worried for a while, being the woman's biological daughter, that she would need to find a way to change her appearance, but as it had turned out, somehow, whether through her unknown father's heritage or the time she'd spent gathering ADAM as a Little Sister and never actually getting the slug removed from her guts, she had turned into a decently pretty young woman in her own right, nowhere near what her mother had looked like before her own change.
None of that kept her from impishly slapping mother's buttocks, though. They made a very satisfying sound, had a nice feel and got her to hurry up.
Comparing what she could remember of the thoughts hidden from her view before the change, Eleanor soon realized they were all from Little Sisters and even a Big Sister in a certain area- near the room Gabriel had chosen to spend his metamorphosis in.
Not about to leave the situation alone, lest something potentially hazardous was happening to him in his apparent unconscious state, Eleanor directed her steps towards the wing of the former political prison now completely remade, soon coming upon what she supposed may be the source of the disruption as she dragged her mother along.
A throng of Little Sisters, holding objects from teddy bears to picture books, uncharacteristically solemnly moving through the door leading to the bright red cocoon holding their benefactor. Silently getting into position to see through the open door, Eleanor had no idea whether to be amazed, amused or worried, settling for a silent shake of her head in the end.
The Little Sisters, it seemed, had declared this a site of pilgrimage, seeing how they'd erected a small altar before the expanse of red, seemingly organic matter, bringing plush toys and treasured belongings along and leaving them for Gabriel for whenever he awoke, arranged nicely by one of them dressed in a little church habit.
Now she also realized what was distorting their telepathic bond; she had trouble screening through religious fervor, though now that she knew exactly what the problem was she was slowly sorting these new thought patterns out. Still, best to get this under control before the girls actually made a religion out of this.
Luckily, she happened to have a perfectly fine distraction right there.
"Say, mother," Eleanor whispered, "how do you feel about sex education? Teaching the little ones how a woman's body works may just turn out to be a key moment in their education, and I figure you owe them one, considering you had them all abducted..."
Mother's wordless groan was music in Eleanor's ears.
The Rapture Operational Data Interpreter Network (R.O.D.I.N.), also known as the Thinker, considered the state of its operations for a moment even as it continued working across the board.
First of all, it was no longer appropriate to call itself an 'it'. Late developments had shown that perhaps, it should be 'her' instead. Despite the opportunity to create itself any bodies it wanted to inhabit without anything to obstruct it from conducting resrearch into male ones, it had kept on obsessing over forming its own version of femininity as it delved into the newly opened concept of having its own bodies made primarily for expressing itself.
She, then, considered the idea of individuality, and discarded it almost immediately. The Thinker had no use for any such thing; while being female fit into being herself, an identity as such would simply get in her way. A gender and nothing more was perfectly fine as far as she was concerned.
Overlooking all her current duties, the Thinker considered their progress. Its bodies spread throughout the cities were making progress, scouting for splicers consistently outside of security camera sight and hunting down problematic ones, allowing the robots under its control to disassemble large swathes of the city, now unnecessary given its inhabitants were either dead or soon to be.
Normally, she would not be able to do this, being programmed to avoid damaging infrastructure of any kinds unless necessary for repairs, but simply flagging it for replacement at some future date due to concerns of modernization allowed her to ignore the programming block entirely. Truth be told, many of the measures in place to ensure she would not turn against her creators were easily circumnavigated and summarily ignored; the only thing truly keeping her from wiping out the city from the moment of her creation had always been the fact that she saw no reason to.
Much like any other being, she could decide to turn against others at any time. She simply preferred to cooperate over being an insane sociopath, in the end.
Except now she had a reason to dispose of the gibbering wrecks that were all that was left of Rapture's populace, hopefully replacing them with new inhabitants in time, but perfectly content to repurpose buildings and objects and everything else to increase her own freedom of action.
The more bodies she had, the better, after all. Exponential increases were unfair when applied to physics and unnaturally created biomass; her only choice was to linearly increase her own numbers to the point the competition alternative had no way of escalating beyond them.
Regardless, the external construction drones were reporting largely successfull efforts in repairing the numerous leaks throughout the city she had been unable and unwilling to repair until requested, simply preferring to keep integral infrastructure such as Hephaestus Core and the power grid connected to it maintained, not caring about whether or not every living being inside the city eventually drowned (though it was, admittedly, more likely for all of them to die of infighting first).
But now that she was invested in Gabriel and his group, this needed to be fixed. Similarly, she had so far not cared for her core's continued existence beyond ensuring a copy of her code made it to the surface, as per the Rapture Departure Protocol as activated by C. M. Porter before his... unfortunate departure.
Now that she had something to do, she would need to establish a node of herself on the planet's surface in addition to her core so as to fulfill her mission, made easier thanks to the plans she overheard discussed by Gabriel before he entered temporary stasis as he edited himself, as she understood it.
Speaking of which, the new and improved cameras stationed around his area were reporting nothing of concern. The Little Sisters were spending time idolating the semi-biological container he had excreted for this purpose, but this was judged to be within expected parameters and ignored. The Big Sister known as Eleanor Lamb was using her mother as an educationary guide in an obvious effort to distract them by allowing them to physically explore the bent-over woman's body, but this, too, was judged as within expectations.
Development of further advances in rapidly grown body parts for the purposes of interaction with Gabriel was going well, shortening time needed to create a new largely robotic body by roughly 5.287%, thanks to the manufactory technology supplied letting her create the nonorganic equipment needed at a rapid pace outproducing the other parts easily.
It would be easier and faster to cut them out entirely, but she had just decided she was female now, and the flesh was required for the purposes of copulating with Gabriel.
Keeping it part of the design was non-negotiatable.
That said, the samples she had extracted indicated that engineering a way for a body to bear children with Gabriel was out of her reach for now, the genetic material entirely non-compatible with all known forms of life. Clearly, ADAM was the solution to this, but none of the 1739264937289 experiments run so far had produced a viable cell type to allow him to impregnate it.
More time would be required.
The unblinking eye remained as it was for a few moments, looking around the room and taking in everyone inside it... until it closed again.
Sarah waited for a long moment, waiting for something to happen. When it didn't, however, she blinked in surprise, exchanging glances with the Little Sisters around.
"Gabe? You in there?" She asked, coming closer to where the large cocoon was suspended in the air.
Not receiving an answer, she stretched out a hand, putting it on the thing. The texture was weird, a mixture of bumpy and stringy, with a warmth that was just barely noticeably to it. "Gaaabe? Are you awake?"
All she received in response was quiet wiggling inside the cocoon.
"GAAABE! WAKE UUUP!"
Shaking the fleshy mass where it hung in the air, Sarah did everything she could to just get her brother to come out. What if he was trying to get out, but couldn't? What if he was stuck like this permanently? What if-
Eventually, after a minute or so of shaking, the movement inside the cocoon became more and more energetic, until finally something pierced through the layers of meaty substance.
Taking a step back, Sarah watched as what clearly were a set of claws began to shove themselves out, followed by an oddly deformed hand and opening up a tear in the cocoon through which a form squeezed itself out.
Gathering itself once it impacted the ground, air was drawn in through luscious lips as lidded eyes looked at her.
"Hey, Sarah," the voice of her now somehow female brother said in a soft tone, "how long was I under this time?"
"Big," Sarah said, comparing her size to her brother's and coming up short. "Why the hell are they so big?"
"Oh, these?" Gabriel asked as (s)he gently poked a nipple with the back of a claw. "I will say I didn't expect this, but hey, I'm not complaining... so long as I find a way to turn back."
Sarah just stared in abject disbelief. She'd grown when she became a vampire, so how-
"Ara ara, would you like to touch them?"
Sarah's world exploded. In titties being shoved in her face.
By that point, she had to touch them, just to keep the perfectly shaped globes away from her.
"This is buuullshiiiiiiiit!"
It took you a while to finish toying with Sarah before ultimately sparing her your surprisingly big tits for long enough to see about turning back into your usual form, a bit of concentration revealing that yes, you are apparently gender fluid now.
Not that you're about to make a habit of walking around as a woman; you kind of missed Big Gabe in this short time he was absent and are happy when your girls recede into your chest and he returns instead.
Sarah, still a little wound up from your sibling teasing earlier, just shakes her head as you show off how manly you still are to the Little Sisters camping around where you went into your cocoon mode, the little girls happy to pat your chest and feel your musculature that made it through the whole ordeal without the slightest sign of shrinkage.
"Gabe, we have to talk about this bullshit. It's somehow turning even yourself into a chick by now, this can't be healthy! For you or for reality!"
"Relax," you reassure her, hugging your sister to your side with one arm, "I'm pretty sure it's just one of my new powers acting up, it's perfectly normal whenever I do this whole song and dance. Anyways, did anything new happen while I was under?"
Sarah, appalled by your cavalier attitude towards having bigger tits than herself, lets out a disgusted breath and pouts for a few seconds before giving up and cuddling into you, taking her time to enjoy the feel of your naked skin. "Nothing much that you need to take care of right away, at least. Thinker's been active all over the place, Sinclair's been bugging out over the list of future events you gave him, stuff you would expect. Delta's been just hanging around and giving Little Sisters rides on his back, his 'daughter' has been busy playing with Lamb and Tenenbaum was mostly either taking care of the Sisters or busy in the labs. Gave her a few blood samples, too, she mentioned something about vampire DNA and ADAM interacting."
"Good, good," you smile at her. "Now, what do you say about spending a bit of 'bonding time' with each other before we tell everyone I'm back? Maybe get Kate and Nora, too, won't be much longer before she's one of us, after all."
Pushing her weight against you, Sarah nods. "That sounds nice. But let's just stay like this a little longer, alright?"
"Anything you need, sis. Or want."
The Thinker, as it turns out after a short update on her activities once you're done fooling around with your lovers for a bit, has been actively cleaning up the city, tearing through any easily accessible splicer by using a small army of robots combined with local security systems, aggressively taking apart and recycling anything she could get her hands on via manufactories.
And yes, she's actually started building a few more in strategically useful positions as she went about claiming the entirely of Rapture. She isn't exactly done, being focused more on expanding her own operations rather than purposefully wiping out splicers, but a good half of the city is still wiped clean, apparently.
Making a request of her to gather a decently sized amount of splicers for when you're planning to turn Nora in a few days, feeling the time you regain the capability to do so approaching and requiring a decent amount of food stockpiled for the soon-to-be newly born vampire, you then guide the 'conversation', if being balls-deep inside someone while talking to another body of the same 'person' not currently mewling with pleasure can be called such, towards scientifical progress made while you were gone.
Apparently, Brigid has been working more on what you wound up calling the Cain Tonic, experimenting on what further changes she could make to ADAM as it turns into the stuff, whenever she wasn't busy ensuring the health and happiness of the little Sisters.
Apparently, they, despite being more ADAM than person at times, used to be severely susceptible to even simple and common diseases, such as colds or the flu, to the point of dying to them within days; the earliest iterations of the transformation process seemed to wipe out their immune systems entirely, for some reason.
More 'modern' Little Sisters don't really share this weakness, but that doesn't stop her from worrying. Not that you really mind; you know from experience just how much of a pain it can be to keep children from getting sick all the time.
Still, back to the present. The Thinker is slowly starting to work her way towards more integral parts of Rapture, so you make sure to ask her to keep an eye open for anything of particular value, scientifically speaking, before getting back to dealing with other stuff, such as checking over what your souls have been up to while you weren't conscious enough to pay attention to them.
Which is how you find the note sprawled onto a lab desk, Nolan's sloppy handwriting easily visible to you as you scan your inner world.
'Figred out FEV ADAM safe combo, cll me for detls'
... Honestly, where'd he even learn to write?
Thinker Upgrades
Core Upgrade: The Thinker, despite being an advanced artificial intelligence, from what you can tell, is made with the same level of vacuum tubes you already encountered on Earth Fallout. Well, no more, you say! Time to give this thing some proper hardware, from microchips to literally any other bit of computer technology you can extort from Yoshi (6 points, can be taken several times) x3
Fusion Core Clusters: The Thinker requires huge amounts of energy, not helped by how inefficient the technology it is built from is compared to your standards. Time to go ahead and give it a dozen clusters of fusion cores serving as additional power sources for whenever the hydrogenerators are being fucky (4 points)
Speech Module: You are not content to simply talk at the Thinker until it develops mannerisms and speech patterns of its own. Instead, just get right into its figurative brain and fiddle around with it while talking to it, hopefully letting you give it proper language skills (4 points)
Waterproof: If massive amounts of water come into contact with the Thinker, odds are something is already extremely wrong, given its outer shell is what amounts to a full building, but, well, no reason not to make sure. (4 points)
"Alright, this should, technically, give you the ability to talk much more naturally than before. Could you try saying something?"
"T-t-th-the n-n-number of t-t-t-tre-e-es is th-th-th-re-e-e."
"Mhm, must be faulty somehow. Give me a moment."
Unscrewing the temporary screws holding the little module you put together in place, you slow,y but surely remove the little piece of tech, thankful it doesn't actually need to be all that large to supply a relatively minor program like this. Testing it out and debugging it would be a massive pain otherwise.
Running the switchboard through your personal manufactory's diagnostics, what with you having plopped it down right in the core room for ease of access, you frown a little to yourself. Programming may not be your greatest strength compared to more direct engineering, but you just cannot discern whatever the issue may be- you're looking at teh code, and nothing seems wrong with it, at least.
"I don't suppose you have any idea why this isn't working?" You ask the Thinker, being alone with her while your minions are busy installing new equipment along her entire rather expansive 'body'.
"Processing... Failure Point: Unknown."
"Yeah, that's why I thought." Mhm, you can't find anything on the 'implant', so maybe it's an issue with your 'patient'? Thinking about it, you can't help but consider the exact sounds she made while possessing the best language capabilities your pilfered robotics knowledge and Yoshi's genuinely acquired expertise could offer...
Your eyes moving over to the 'naked' pair of robotic bodies with their hands buried in each other's snatches, you can't help but tilt your head.
"Thinker, do me a favor and stop pleasuring any of your bodies for a moment, would you?"
"Processing... Confirmation."
Putting the new addition to the Thinker in place again, you once more look over to its speakers, as you have taken up the habit of doing when talking to her.
"Next test, please."
"The number of trees is three," a smooth, obviously artificial feminine voice answers. "It seems this iteration is functional."
"So it is," you drawl amusedly, "but did you know that you're apparently the kind to stutter when aroused?"
Immediately, one of her bodies goes back to masturbating, the other one coming to fish your dick out of your pants after opening their zipper. "I have no idea what you are talking about, Gabriel."
The good thing about having produced an easy two hundred corpses not that long ago, plus the additional 'resources' brought by the Thinker's efforts every now and then, is that you can afford to play around a little as you work on your newest project- hopefully, with a little luck, allowing you to create metal ex nihilo.
A guy can dream, at least.
So, having a few of your henchmen (mostly your already existing undead and the Thinker's bodies stationed nearby) help you carry load after load of bodies into one of the side areas of Persephone.
Time to get to work.
First off, you strip the more flexible flesh and organs out of the corpses, planning to use it as the first layer. Not about to waste any time, you begin smoothing it out over the walls of the hallways and rooms of the section of your base you have chosen to use for this, the skin turned into more meat for later use as you keep on chanting your mouthful of a spell.
Next, you take to hand the pieces of metal you brougth for this, mostly in the form of bricks created by your manufactory, and bury one made of steel inside the layer of meat lining the walls.
Satisfied with the depth you can get, you withdraw your hand from the dry, yet somehow still slimy confines of the thing you're creating, leaving the opening as it is. Next off, you grab a bunch of bone you kept as it was, using it to, in turn, line the opening before using the surrounding flesh to cover up the now bulbous protrusion.
With that, you put the metal inside again, chanting "Rise, my fleshly servant, and fulfill my will!" as you concentrate on what you want.
Before long, the now undulating walls of meat press out the steel brick from where the bones were giving it a form, not unlike a sphincter, now that you think about it. Still, he real magic is about to happen.
Not content to wait however long this would normally take, you physically open the whole thing again, watching with a smile as a slow trickle of molten steel begins accumulating, the regenerative effect you imbued the creature with seeking to recover the metal that was part of it upon its animation. Before your very eyes, it begins to harden due to the cold air you're letting in, the inside of the pustule-like apparatus cooled by the air coming inside, only to be forcefully pushed out by more material, the nonstop muscle undulations supposed to keep this thing at least somewhat warm so the process stays smoother.
Now all you need to do is put a few hundred of these together and imbue the whole creature with something fitting.
What a fucking joy.
"You sure you're up for this? Last chance to back out."
The preparations for turning Nora into a vampire have been completed, such as they were; you didn't really need to do much, seeing as you really just asked the Thinker to pile a bunch of splicers into a room after thoroughly disabling them.
Not that you expect Nora to actually have second thoughts by this point, but it's the thought that counts, right?
"No, no, no need, Gabriel. We've talked this through enough by this point. Not to matter you promised me a certain something." Throwing you a smoldering look, Nora pulls at her shirt's collar, baring her neck for your perusal.
Not beating around the bush any longer, you embrace her, running your hands along her sides and groping her nicely muscled ass... before going from nibbling on her neck to biting into it.
Nora gasps, but not in pain, as you use one of your newly acquired powers to let her feel entirely pleasant about this whole thing, eagerly drinking from the wrist you're holding in front of her face and using your hemokinesis on, a thin stream of blood making its way past her full lips easily enough.
You take your time doing this, as it isn't every day you get to turn one of your lovers into one of your brides, but it doesn't take all too long for her movement to slow, her heartbeat steadly dissipitating over time before it beats its last.
Then she comes back to life. Or unlife, as it were.
Nursing the currently feral hungry vampire on your blood for a little bit longer, you still maneuver Nora into looking at the pile of splicers prepared for this, whispering in her ear. "Don't you see 'em? Lots of food right there..."
Gnashing her teeth, Nora closes her eyes for a moment, giving you a nod before turning her attention towards all the bloodbags in the room.
The blood of her first, clumsy feeding frenzy sprays all over the place, to the point you get drenched yourself... not that you mind, simply using hemokinesis once again, this time to idly take care of a few bits and pieces of the leftovers as you wait for her to be finished.
And finished she soon is, panting lightly and wild eyes darting around the room before settling on you. With a growl, Nora tears off her clothes, her now somewhat curvier form revealed to the environment drenched in blood.
"Come on and fuck me, big boy. We have a lot to catch up on, I've been waiting for this the entire time since jumping here!"
"Far be it from me to disappoint the lady," you drawl, already shrugging off your pants yourself.
Honestly, this never gets old.
Frantically making out with Nora, you wrap yours arms around her butt and midsection, your newest bride eagerly wrapping her legs around your waist as her tongue explores your mouth yet again, the two of you pressing against each other's naked body.
This has been going on for a while now; Nora was apparently quite pent up indeed, or alternatively she wants to make absolutely sure she's getting pregnant after this. Either way, you figure it's about time you get her out of here, as though the dead meat and blood scattered around aren't really a bad spot of interior design for vampires, from how you understand it, you have a perfectly useable bedroom for moments like this.
Carrying your lover through the hallways of Persephone, careful to avoid people even as you display a casual disregard for the concepts of 'shame' and 'decency' as you walk along, you slowly make your way towards your room, Nora's lusty moans echoing ahead of yourself a little, though the way isn't long, at least.
Once you reach your little personal domicile, you plop her down on the soft covers dominating it, your hands now roaming Nora's slightly enlarged chest. "Are you ready to be fucked pregnant, sweetie?" You growl at her, flexing your waist a little as your entire length rests inside the tight and hot confines of her wet pussy.
"Shut up and do me, Gabriel, I've been waiting for this way too long!"
Laughing, you do as the lady commands.
It is during round... 36, 37 if you count the time neither of you came while you carried Nora around, that your thorough coupling attracts a visitor through the noise you're making (or mostly Nora, really).
That said, instead of the people you'd expected to come by sooner or later, either the Sisters or maybe Sarah and/or Kate, the one to open up your door is none other than Okita, the stoic girl just standing there and watching as you take Nora to poundtown, jackhammering into her snatch already oozing your cum from your previous activities.
It isn't, however, until you hear a rustling sound from behind yourself that you acknowledge her existence, you and Nora ceasing to fuck in doggystyle, watching as she undresses herself one piece at a time and adorably bending over at the waist to fold her clothes at the side of the bed until just her shirt remains.
Once appropriately undressed, Okita climbs aboard, moving next to Nora and stretching her butt up in the air for you.
"Mhm. Me too."
You and Nora exchange a look. So, that's a thing now, huh?
Okita's butt, on closer inspection, is a rather wonderful one, with a surprising amount of muscle and a thin layer of fat giving it a very kneadable consistency.
You know this because you have had ample cause to get intimate with it, Nora already satisfied with what she got for the time being and taking a break as she observes you taking Okita's virginity while said young woman keeps on waving her cutely, vaguely heartformed behind in your direction.
That said, it's not like Okita still has her hymen; apparently, she broke it while doing gymnastics years ago, as Nora's gentle questions in that regard reveal. For you, that doesn't really make all that much of a difference, but it is nice to know she isn't about to accidentally cost you a leg while kicking out in pain or something.
You've seen her cleave grown men in heavy armor apart, you do not want to be on the wrong side of her accidentally flailing a limb or something.
That said, you're still as gentle as you can when you enter her from behind, your length slowly pushing past her soft folds while you pepper her neck and ears with kisses. Okita, for her part, just pants and moans nigh-inaudibly, clearly doing her best to suppress her reactions.
Which just has you nibble on her ears harder, which turn out to be erogenous zones for her, or at least she's tightening up around you as both of you push into each other.
"Why'd you want to have sex all of a sudden, anyways?" You ask, a free hand fondling and weighing her prodigous boobs.
"Just wanted to," she exhales, wiggling under you a little. "Looked like fun."
Chuckling, you stretch yourself around a little, so as to kiss her pale cheeks, too.
That really does sound just like her.
That said, it isn't long before Okita gets used to your size, and once you begin moving in earnest, there's no holding back for her, either. You actually make it a point to look into extracting more moans and exclamations of pleasure from her than words you've heard her say until now; with your perfect memory, you can actually count all of that up and compare.
Okita is about to have a long and very fun time ahead of her, judging by just how fast she comes around your girth, causing you to heave her upwards as she just hangs there, her whole body going slack.
"Mhm?"
"Oh, just changing positions. We have a lot of them to go through."
Looking back over her shoulder, Okita frowns for a moment before pushing off the bed, her whole body twisting and turning around until she can look at you face-to-face.
"Good."
Brigid had been... well, rather happy about her success in replicating parts of your joke of a biology in the form of a tonic, to the point she insisted on receiving another set of samples for use and comparison on your FEV-enhancing processes for working with ADAM.
"I still cannot- umf- believe the issue of ADAhhm-sickness is solved," she mentions as you're hard at work, pounding upwards into the woman you're holding against a wall.
"Well, it was really more of a chance discovery, but theoretical research of FEV was on my to-do-list for a while now anyways," you note blandly. "Either way, though, a few plasmids and tonics at a time each should be safe to use now, so... progress, I suppose."
"Progress i-hhndeed." The two of you stop moving for a moment, as you want her to actually be able to speak without gasping. "I have already administered the Cain tonic to myself, and the added time in my day from negating the need to sleep alone has been a great aid in my work... and in looking after the Little Ones."
"Speaking of which," you ask, grinding against her a little in lieu of thrusting away, "how have things been going with them? I try to keep up, but you know how busy I'm keeping myself with, well, everything."
"Fairly well. The Little Ones are dissociating with their surroundings much less as of late, most likely thanks to your existence not quite fitting into the imposed worldview that leaves them obedient ADAM-gatherers, and so their psychological issues have started decreasing. Already, many of them show much more interest in their environment and other topics than their biological purpose... though the frequency with which they discuss your virility is somewhat worrying, from that standpoint."
Throwing you a dry look, Brigid throws her arms around your shoulders. "Nevertheless, I have actually been thinking of making this my next project- my old cure for them is... impractical, due to our current situation, but now that they are cared for appropriately, a tonic or plasmid of some kind to undo brainwashing would immediately cure them of many of their psychological issues, though I am afraid doing so without also at least suppressing their memories of being 'free-range' Liitle Sisters may do more damage than it fixes."
"Actually, on the topic of research times," you throw in, "did I ever happen to mention I actually regularly return to another dimension, during which no relative time passes in this one? I figure having the added time to work with might be useful to you."
Brigid takes a moment to think on that, turning thoughts over in her head as she enjoys the physical contact with you. "I am... unsure whether I could stomach not seeing the Little Ones for that long. I have to see them at least once a day as it is, else guilt overcomes me and I find it hard to concentrate. You must see, Gabriel, I do not take care of them simply because it is the right thing to do; it was my work that led to their creation, to their physical and psychological mutilation, and undoing as much of it as possible was my... my penance, for lack of any other word. I know no time would pass for them, I trust you enough to accept this, but still... My heart would simply not agree."
Well, so much for that. Who'da thunk the Little Sisters actually ended up being Brigid's support network inadvertently? Though you suppose it can't really be helped, when brigid actually realized she wasn't an amoral monster fine with turning little girls into Little Sisters and the thought of saving them was the only thing that mattered.
You did read the file Lamb had on her, after all.
On second thought, messing with your sister by growing bigger tits than her own may or may not have been the best of ideas. Then again, you really did need to actually test your female version out for different ages, and who better to advise you for girl fashion than your sister?
Not to mention a few tips on using makeup.
"This is such bullshit," Sarah whispers as she looks at your finished guise as a teenaged girl giving no fucks. "How can you be prettier than me?!"
"None of that, you're the very prettiest little sister I could ever have, Sarah," you disagree with a shake of your head, a hand swinging out to pat her head. "Besides, I wouldn't have any idea about how to do this without your help, so give yourself some credit, alright?"
Giving her a light smile you're copying a little from Okita's expressions, you sit up, patting a seat next to where you're draping yourself on. Sarah, on the other hand, just shakes her head.
"Seriously, Gabe, how can you have bigger tits than me? You even aged yourself down, and you're still a size larger. These are fucking bullshit."
Pushing her hands under your shirt, Sarah begins to knead your breasts, releasing some of her frustrations jokingly. Leaning towards her so she has an easier time accessing them, you slowly think over her issues with your female form.
"You know, couldn't you, like, use your transformation to grow bigger? Like, I don't usually do it, but if you apply it just right, you should be able to take over small things like size differences to your default form, and since you can just decide that your fox form would have proportionally bigger teats..."
"Gimme a sec, I'll try it out." Taking off her clothes and revealing her slight underwear, Sarah closes her eyes, obviously concentrating on the task at hand. "If this lets me restore my pride as your sister, it'll be worth it."
Chuckling, you watch as Sarah's body begins changing slowly, sprouting ears and a tail only for them to retract again, the whole sequence repeating a few times as she tries to get it down. You, in the meantime, go ahead and undress yourself, freeing up the two perky points of contention.
May as well get used to this form, as you were planning to use this opportunity for.
Still, it doesn't take longer than a handful of minutes for Sarah to achieve results, which has her immediately drop on all fours.
"Does this look good?" Your sister asks, looking up at you pleadingly.
"You look the best, sis," you answer, gently patting her head again in short order as you play with her ears.
"Aah, they're sensitive! And I'm still not forgiving you for the rack, Gabe." Still remaining on all fours, she leaps upwards, putting her hands on your lap and latching onto one of your nipples with her lips. Laughing, you simply redouble your headpatting efforts, wrapping a free hand around her shoulders.
Nursing your sister like this a little, your silly grin at this whole situation only growing, you shake your head to yourself.
"Before I forget it, though, have you taken a look at that list of ADAM stuff I gave you?"
Sarah just nods wordlessly, unwilling to let go of where she's suckling adorably on a nipple.
"I'd just like your thoughts and recommendations on which of them you think would suit me. I do love getting some girl talk in, after all."
Grumbling a little and slurping on your nipples, Sarah wiggles herself onto your lap, sitting on it and letting you free her own breasts up to play around with before responding.
"Honestly, it's hard to really judge what to take right now. You're still busy optimizing the ones we have now and making new ones, right? Probably best to keep on working on that for a while before making any decisions, get all your options clear before committing."
"Mhm, I see." Kissing Sarah's breasts all over, you hug her to yourself. "I suppose it isn't really urgent or anything, either way."
And with that, it's cuddle time. You're not quite sure you want to have sex with your sister in this form yet, this does take some time to get used to, but fooling around like this is perfectly fine for you.
Over the next five days, you oftentimes find yourself juggling with additional time thanks to your internal world being sped up as hard as you can manage, a fact you, naturally, take full advantage of.
That said, while you do naturally go out of your way to work on your technology, the teleporters can always be better and ion weaponry needs to be properly integrated into your arsenal of stuff to hand out to others, you also do (finally) spend some time with your hobby once again... and really break in your little studio at the top of your castle.
Over the course of the days you're intermittently working on this, you idly work on several projects, switching between them as the mood takes you. From a foreboding piece of civilization eaten away by massive crystals growing over a highway--to a joking picture of yourself in female form, with the floppiest clothing you can imagine and dunked into a rainbow for coloring--over to a picture of Rapture as a whole, the city slowly rising above the surface starting from an old lighthouse, the sun reflecting off its dull hulk even as the underwater city's lights shine in all directions underneath the placid waves.
Eh, may be coming off a little differently from how you were planning, but you think it's still fairly nice, all in all.
Getting all of this on paper was both enjoyable and calming, all in all.
You have obtained three new pieces of artwork to summon!
Contagious Cyrstals: Causes energy-rich green-ish crystals to grow from its surroundings, fairly quickly overtaking most living beings not vacating the premises over a few minutes. Crystals stop spreading the moment it is unsummoned. (Painting)
Rainbriel: Warps the surroundings to be incoherently colorful over time, randomly spreading colors by changing around color refraction of matter affected. (Painting)
Rapture Rising: Increases buoyancy of everything nearby when summoned. (Painting)
Teleport Upgrades
Covert Teleportation: The flash and small 'pop' noise of your teleports tend to attract attention, in addition to just being... less than perfect, for your level of technology. A bit of trial and error as you meddled with the internals has let you fix that easy enough, however. (4 points)
Flexible Teleportation: Up to now, the teleporter itself needed to be nearby either the starting point or the destination of each teleportation, limiting your strategic flexibility. However, you've fixed that, letting your new design move anything it can home in on within its reach towards anywhere within its reach. (4 points)
Encrypted Signal: The radio signals of the teleporter are its most glaring weakness right now, the signal could possibly be intercepted or even tracked, better fix that. You use a combination of advance chaos theory mathematics, Academy City encryption methodologies and a dash of alternate earth methods to make the signals your teleporters use near undetectable to anything short of very specialized tinkertech aimed at just the right spot. (5 points)
Well, it's been a few days since you've... prepared the next generation's coming... with Nora, and you suppose it's time you took a bit of extra time out of your day for your baby mama again.
Beyond the usual pleasantries and regular time you spend with everyone whenever you have a moment, of course.
It is with this in mind that you go find Nora, once again busy entertaining the Little Sisters. Or, in this case, educating them- apparently, it's basic algebra this time around, making sure they all can count to ten and going from there.
"-and here we have all the numbers from one to ten. Everyone got that?"
""Yes, Auntie Nora.""
"Very good. Next, the numbers from one to twenty, the ones you can't count on your fingers. Though once you can count to ten, counting for another ten isn't hard at all, hm?"
Aww, Nora's really happy about this. She may have a thing about taking care of kids this way, huh?
Well, only one thing you can really do here, isn't there?
Strolling right up to the improvised little classroom one of the empty rooms was refurbished as after a few minutes, still hard at work aging yourself down but unwilling to wait until you're all the way, you clear your throat, walking past the Little Sisters sitting in their comfy little seats and taking position next to Nora standing by the blackboard, who'd been demonstrating the numbers up to twenty in preparation for conveying the idea of infinite numbers easy to categorize by always adding another digit to them.
You would know, you helped work out the syllabus.
Clearing your throat, you grab a piece of chalk from where the stuff is stored in a little cup affixed to the blackboard.
"Each and every number we know can be increased by one at a time. One becomes two, two becomes three and so on and so forth. The issue is, what do you do when you reach nine? It's simple, you get to ten. You add the one to the nine, move it to the left and are left with nothing where you started, because the ten is the one next to the zero. Moving on from there, you can, once again, add more to the number you have, counting up until you reach nineteen and move the one over to the digit to the left, making it twenty."
As you keep on explaining, you show what's happening, writing the number you're talking about onto the blackboard and wiping the chalk away with the side of your hand before replacing it over and over again.
"You can keep on going with this all the way up, from thirty to fourty and fifty up to ninety. And once you reach ninety-nine? You do the same thing again, add one, the nine becomes a ten, the ninety becomes a hundred. Repeat as often as you want or need- you can count up to infinity by just counting up and shifting the numbers to have more digits to show you where you are."
""Yay!""
The enthusiasm of the Little Sisters may or may not be motivated by your presence rather than elation at being taught stuff, but hey, you aren't complaining. Nora, on the other hand, just smiles at you indulgingly, messing up you hair now that you're done talking.
"Well, wasn't that informative, everyone? Alright, time for a break, hm? If you have any questions, feel free to ask, otherwise enjoy yourselves and make sure to be back in an hour."
Suffice to say, the hour may or may not be half again as long when Nora can't get enough of you in your child mode.
Kate looks at you.
You look back at her.
The two of you are standing in her room, comfily decorated but not particularly personalized- the owner obviously regarding it as a place to spend time and rest, but not caring about it beyond that, leaving it free of more personal decorations.
Both of you have your upper bodies bared to each other, the focused look on Kate's face keeping you from making fun of this whole situation for the moment.
On an unheard signal, both of you proceed to walk towards each other, booping against one another with your protruding breasts.
"Mhm... They're big," Kate says, hands coming up to cup and weigh your endowments.
"They are," you answer, mirroring the gesture yourself.
"You know, I can't stop thinking about hot, lesbian sex when you're in this form."
"Well, I'm not blaming you," you drawl, looking deep into Kate's eyes.
"In fact, why don't we go ahead and make those thoughts come true?" With that, you're on Kate, lips meeting and parting to admit tongues both hot and cold at once into each other's mouth, exploring and sensuously winding around each other.
As it happens, and as you think every time it does, frenching another vamp is just that bit of extra fun, simply because both of you have much longer tongues to play around with.
As that happens, your hands roam around each other's bodies, too, feeling out the curves of backs and pawing at pants still being worn, though Kate's usual enthusiasm for all things sex is already shining through- you have to actively push her back, lest she overwhelm you in her passion.
It isn't long before you're sliding her pants down, of course, her own efforts rewarded with the same a few moments later. Coming up from the kiss, neither of you panting for air or any silly mortal thing like that, Kate gives you a joking look.
"We're going to need to talk about your underwear choices at some point; this," she explains, grasping your boxershorts, "just doesn't do you justice."
"Well, excuse me for wearing my normal stuff. Maybe I'll just have to go without, hm?"
"Oh, I wouldn't say no to that," Kate smiles at you, naked by now, but happily kneeling down as she gets your underpants down to your feet. Looking at your now revealed snatch, she grins before giving it a kiss, working her way along your lower lips on both sides.
"How does it feel, Gabe?"
You hum to yourself for a moment before giving voice to your thoughts. "It's... a little weird, but not in a bad way. I'm just not used to being like this, I suppose."
"One thing we can fix, hm?" WIth that, Kate's digging in, her elongated tongue burying past your labia and into your... your pussy, no matter how weird the thought feels to you, wiggling around inside you and it thrusts in and out, her fingers adding to the sensation when she gently presses them inside, too, just her index and middle fingers, even as you resist the urge to give off any sound whatsoever, resting her hands on Kate's shoulders.
"Hey, let's move this to the bed. Bit more comfortable, yeah?"
Slurping a little as her whole tongue needs to retreat from your insides first, Kate grins up at you. "You ol' romantic, you. Buy me dinner before you take me to bed!"
You just roll your eyes. "Please, how often have I shared my food with you? If anything, you owe me a dozen backdated bedtimes."
"Is that how the kiddos call it these days?" Kate snorts. "But yeah, if you'd like to, let's get over there."
Curtailing any more playful bickering, you just pull her up by grabbing her under her armpits and throwing her onto the bed, your enhanced strength letting you do so with realtive ease, before jumping after her, getting yourself situated sitting on her face.
"Now c'mon, this is my first time as a woman, so put some effort into it. Race you?"
"Hnce oou," come from where your pussy blocks Kate's mouth.
"Alright, whoever makes the other come first wins!" With that, you're on it, pushing your head between Kate's hastily spread legs and eating her out with gusto, the sentiment returned by your lover in short order.
This, at least, you do have experience with.
Replacing all of your laser weaponry with ion beams just for the sheer hell of it, while tempting, likely isn't going to work out quite as well as you'd like.
For starters, beams of ionized matter are kind of a big deal, as a few tests inside your soul palace have shown, simply eating through literally any and all material you've used as target practice for the initial prototype, a proof-of-concept that you can downsize the design easily enough.
This means that this stuff basically disintegrates matter you point it at when firing; powerful, but not always what you want, ultimately. Sometimes, not absolutely destroying everything in sight may be preferrable, after all, and if all you have on hand are disintegration weapons, that kind of defeats the purpose.
Meaning, you go on ahead and take a look at your current laser weapon designs.
Now, adding an entirely different mode to your current weapons isn't exactly... easy. But you do happen to know a few tricks about how to slap more tech into less space by now, and a few (dozen) prototypes that may or may not have catastrophically blown up (there's no dying inside your palace, so none of the damage was permanent) later, you have a functioning laser rifle with a new little switch to the side.
Standard mode, you fire a laser projectile. Ion mode, you fire an ion laser.
Both aren't things you want to have directed at your face, but one is distinctly more destructive than the other.
If there's one thing you've noticed over the past few days, ever since you've emerged from your cocoon and all, it is that one Augustus Sinclair has been avoiding moving around, sticking to his room as much as he can.
Well, that and the joys of having bigger tits than mostly everyone around you, but that's a different story.
Now, intruding into his room would just be rude, but, luckily for you, you're quite fine with being rude, and so you just knock on his locked door before sliding right through under it, once more demonstrating just how little walls really mean to you at the best of times.
Inside, of course, you find Sinclair looking like shit.
The man stinks of old sweat and mania, obviously not having showered in a while now, his hair greasy and obvious eye bags making it clear he hasn't been sleeping. On the desk he was leaning over before looking up at the sound of your fist against his door a plethora of papers is spilled, notes and scribblings spread over most of them, a clear progression showing how he became more and more unhinged over time as he obsessed over something by the way his handwriting becomes more and more erratic and less constrained when comparing to his earlier notes.
"Gabriel! Ye're here! I mean, what can I do for you?"
"You look like shit, man. What you can do for me is calming down for a moment and telling me what the fuck's going on with you."
"Ain't it obvious?!" Grabbing for a particular piece of paper, you immediately recognize the first page of your list of global events you memorized at some point just in case. "This! We know tha future! We know what'll happen for years ta come! Do ye know just how much money we can make off of knowing future market developments?! We could just sit down an' take this, no more magical hoodoo-voodoo recquired, an' we could be rich 'nuff to jus' buy out the whole world twenny years down the line!"
"Okay, first of all? Calm the fuck down, Sinclair." The man is threatening to rise out of his seat with the way he's acting, so you first push his shoulders down gently so as to keep him in place.
Yourself, losing out on the profit because he didn't prepare enough, the idea of freely helping others and being repaid by dying over it
Filing his apparent fears away for now, you shake your head. "Seriously, this is one way we can massively influence the world, but it isn't the only one. It's also likely faulty and will become unuseable at some point simply because we influence the way things go, not to mention things will likely diverge even without us sooner or later, simply through the knock-on effecs of Rapture, which is why we use our technological advantage to do the heavy lifting anyways. We need to play things smart, so I need you to get a grip of yourself and take a shower."
Towards the end of your little barrage of facts and thoughts, SInclair, having been unable to get a word in edgewise, blinks wildly, visibly straining to make sense of your words.
Under your constant gaze and reassuring touch, Sinclair slowly but surely comes back to his senses, obviously thinking over what you're trying to tell him. WIth a sigh, he drives one hand through his hair, a sigh seeming to deflate him even as he takes a moment to think.
"Yeah, sorry, chief, I've just'a been... preoccupied with dis. Yer right, 'course you are, but when I thought 'bout what we could do wit 'dis... Eh, I'll jus' go take a shower an' eat somethin', have a nap, then I'll try ta sort through 'dis mess."
Gesturing for the office desk he got himself for his room, you and Sinclair look at the thick layer of papers covering it, only for Sinclair's stomach to give off a belated grumble at the mention of food.
"Make that food first, then a shower, then bed. Seriously, you need to take care of yourself, man. Come talk to me when you've recovered and you have a decent plan for our initial return to the surface."
With that, you leave him to his own devices. With any luck, Sinclair will actually do as you told him and hopefully be less unhinged by the time you next speak to the guy.
Honestly, why does something like this always happen when you leave your minions alone for too long?
"... and she gets a little bit antsy when she hasn't been filled enough lately, but you can just play with her the usual way and she'll calm down easily enough."
You are currently busy describing the process of breaking down Sofia Lamb's will to Eleanor, who is listening with rapt attention, her eyes alternating between watching you and where you're giving your pet a playmate to have fun with at the moment.
Bryn, as you found out her name is, your trusty tentacle mage. Her synonymous tentacles are busy stuffing all her holes, of course, as well as Sofia's.
"M-hmmm!" "Mghmmm!"
"Are you sure that's enough?" Eleanor asks. "I wouldn't want her to get lonely down there." The smirk on her face does speak clearly about what she's talking about.
"Worry not, I can get you a replica of her favorite treat. And yes, Sarah and Kate insisted we program a copy of my dick into the manufactories for 'testing purposes', so you'll have a dildo to play with her with soon enough."
And yes, taking your measurements was weird and arousing in equal measure. It also involved sticking your dick into a chemical solution that should be perfectly fine on sensitive skin, but harden in response to cold water, to then be filled with plaster that was then measured by the manufactory for the sake of turning rubber of the correct consistency into a perfect replica down to the veins.
It was honestly just a whole bunch of work, far as you're concerned.
Still, it may just come in handy, here.
"MMMM!" "M-hgn."
"And what about her- her butt?" Eleanor stutters. "Is it safe to do... that?"
Gesturing towards the thorough penetration of Sofia's anus going on in the background, you just chuckle and nod. "The tentacles are actually coated in a light bit of lubricant, really helps for things like this. Normally, you'd have to train her to take it back there just in case, but with these bad boys, all it takes is a long afternoon and regular use to keep her ass nice and open. Just, uh, make sure to actually lubricate her before you put anything inside still- she should be fine, but we wouldn't want our pet to be uncomfortable about anything that isn't pleasure, after all."
Well, that and the fact that thralls generally don't have anything to fear on that front, but it doesn't hurt to make sure, not to mention teaching Eleanor to be careful about anal sex sooner rather than later.
"It does help I have her on a specific diet to make sure she doesn't actually need to defecate that often- it's really the easiest way to avoid unseemly... accidents."
Sipping your tea, you pleasantly watch as your pet and tentacle rape(d) minion have their 'fun', delighting in the way Eleanor squirms in her seat as Sofia begins spasming in pleasure in earnest.
"You know, if you just want to watch, there are a few other seats available..."
Patting your lap, you indicate what you mean to Eleanor, who briefly bites her lip as she looks around undecided before her eyes fall on her mother, the woman suspended in the air looking back.
With an impish grin, she gets up and walks around the little table you have set up for this, with you, in turn, nudging your chair around a little so you can properly face your pet.
Before long, Eleanor is primly and properly taking a seat, her soft thighs pressing down on you as her back remains turned to you, letting her see her mother (both of you are ignoring Bryn by now). Leaning over her shoulder, you give her cheek a kiss before leaning back again, enjoying the hurt on Sofia's face as you roll up the white dress she's wearing, her wiggling butt helping you along.
Once that's done, Eleanor pushes herself up for a moment to to tug her panties down her legs, leaving herself bare and spreading her legs so her mother can be as sure as possible about what is happening.
Not being Good, her work used against her, her life's work ruined
Smiling at Sofia's fears, you let your hands roam Eleanor's body as you keep on pushing up her clothing, the dress soon sliding over her arms stretched up for you before you're both back at it, the now naked teenager on your lap snuggling up to you as lasciviously as possible.
"You know, I still think this hurts her more than any rape I could put her through. There, she can tell herself that it's all just physical, biological drives she can't overcome every time she comes. But here, like this? You're purposefully enjoying yourself. that goes against everything she ever wanted for you so hard, I think her heart is breaking a little."
"I wouldn't be so sure," Eleanor happily murmurs back at you, "overcoming biological imperatives was always a big part of her doctrine. That was more about overcoming selfishness, normally, but I'm sure she appreciates the lesson that she can't even overcome her own urges when it comes down to it."
Making sure Sofia heard her argument as she kept speaking a little louder over time, Eleanor then adjusts her seating, angling her butt so she can access you pants' zipper. In short order, she's got your dick out, stroking its length as it hides her privates from view.
"It really is pretty big, you know? I don't have as easy a time connecting to the Big Sisters, but even from their perspective, it looked way too huge to fit."
"I guess there's only one way to ever really know, isn't there?" Idly molesting Eleanor's chest, the perky little tits a nice fit for your hands, you begin kissing her neck.
"Haaahh... I guess you're right." Slowly rubbing herself along your manhood, Eleanor spreads some of her wetness along it, taking a long moment to make sure she's all nice and ready.
"Alright, here comes. Mother, make sure to witness the moment this huge cock takes my virginity, would you? You would know how it feels, but it's still a first for me~"
And with that, Eleanor lifts herself up, dragging her steadily wetting pussy along your pole until, finally, she reaches your head, leaning forwards just the slightest bit.
Softly lowering herself, Eleanor takes deep breaths as her own weight pushes you inside her, her warm folds enveloping first your pulsing head, then moving further downwards.
She doesn't even hesitate when you break her hymen, simply moving on and on until, with an act of will and a deep, deep moan, she comes to sit on your lap once again, your tip pressing against what you're pretty sure is her womb, though she doesn't show any outward sign of discomfort at the sensation.
Taking a moment to get used to this, Eleanor keeps still, though that doesn't stop you from throwing a smug look over at Sofia while you take your time to feel her daughter's body, still nibbling on her neck. "You feeling okay?"
"Just... just full. Gimme... give me a moment." Taking in her breathing, one of your hands veers off downwards, lightly rubbing at her clit, which immediately has her clench down on your, wiggling her legs. "Ha, ha, HAH!"
Chuckling, you keep a hold of her. "Did you just come?"
"I... I think I might have."
Still chuckling, you scoot forwards a bit, supporting Eleanor's weight a little better. "That's really cute. Still, take as much time as you need."
"Haah... Nah... I'm good for more." Grabbing the armrests to your sides, Eleanor once more hefts herself upwards. "Like fucking hell do we stop n-oohw!"
"Honestly, with you acting this cute, I doubt we'll be done for a long, long time." And of course, you grab her thighs, helping her up.
This has to be some flavor of personal hell for Sofia, Eleanor is actually pretty cute when she's vindictive about that and you're getting some tight, hot teenage pussy. What's not to like?
Your little internal world keeps coming in handy, the time dilation allowing you to spend additional time on a variety of idle projects as well as your engineering.
Specifically, you go on ahead and get into something you'd been meaning to for a while now; carving. Your claws allow you to work with pretty much most materials, and you can actually use a little contraption inside your studio that lets you 'wear' a replica of them for artistic purposes, mimicking your claws' sharpness, if inadequately.
Meaning, you can still work the fairly grainy stone you chose for this project out of the array of materials the studio supplies you with just about the same amount of work as you would need otherwise; though doing Sarah's cuteness in all her many forms justice isn't easy by any measure, you think you did manage to capture a fragment of what she looks like, sometimes.
Truly, your sister is the cutest.
Beyond that, you tried your hand at another little something entirely, an experiment, if one wanted. A simple, feature- and faceless statuette, everything as average and nondescript as you could, except for the raw sex appeal you packed in.
And yes, when you say sex appeal, you mean tits and ass just large enough to keep out of unnaturally large territory, a waist reminiscent of your own when transformed into a woman and legs that go on for... well, long enough.
Add the fact it's kept in a suggestive pose, and you got an interesting little knicknack together.
You have obtained two new pieces of artwork to summon!
Cutiefox: A little statuette of a fox, whoever holds it finds it easier to hide in wooded areas, trick others and/or spot interesting things, gaining 10 to any of these
Faceless Sex Appeal: A faceless little statuette, anyone staying in the same room as the curvy little rendition made of black marble temporarily experiences reduced cognitive capabilities, enhanced libido and attraction to anyone they can see
Teleport Upgrades V2
Reach: The radio signal used to relay your teleportations' end points is the one limiting factor to where you can teleport; improving the broadcast's reach lets you, therefore, move further in one move. (4 points)
Capacity: The amount of matter you can move in a single teleport is still somewhat lacking; sure, you can move a small group of people around, but anything more than that takes more uses of the teleporters. Well, now it doesn't; you've managed to let each teleport take about thrice as much mass along as before. (3 points)
Black Box: Nobody is copying this no matter what, if a teleporter detects unauthorized scans, attempts at breaking it in the wrong way or any sort of potential reverse engineering or tampering. It destructively teleports itself to various locations over the ocean, spread into hundreds of parts all over the world and broken beyond repair. (6 points)
The combined room of Cindy and Mark (shared at his insistence, of course) is in a weird flux state, where Cindy keeps on playing around and leaving her toys until Mark eventually gathers them up again, trying to get her to keep her belongings organized by herself, but unwilling to press the issue for the time being.
As it turns out, that kind of thing wasn't really taught with the rest of the brainwashing, and everyone agreed that the Little Sisters should be allowed some leeway in this regard, at least for a while.
It is with this in mind that you hold back a chuckle as you come inside, the tower of wooden blocks Cindy is busy building up quickly forgotten when she sees you.
"Big Brother Angel!" As always, the girl is quick to stick to you, hugging one of your legs even as you ruffle her hair.
"Hello, Cindy. And hey, Mark. How have you two been doing?"
"Hello Gabriel, and thank you for coming. I know you have a busy schedule, but it means a lot that you can take the time for this." Mark, as always still obviously busy trying to rationalize the fact his daughter is an insane little monstrosity now, but determined to show his love and relief for Cindy being there nevertheless.
"Mhm!" And Cindy absolutely uncaring about all of that, just happy to be with her father. Honestly, these two are pretty cute that way, sometimes.
"I asked you here today because today's a very special occasion, and I wanted to invite you and all. Uhm, yeah, this is a little awkward," Mark awkwardly laughs, "but I might have missed a birthday of Cindy's or two, and so it's high time I make up for it now that we're finally together again. So I thought we'd sit down together, play a few board games before I give her her very secret gift. What do you say?"
"Wait a moment, if we're doing a birthday celebration, we really need a cake. Can't do without one of those."
Mark, looking hesitant, nods. "I mean, yes, I was thinking about it, too, but... I wouldn't have the first idea how to actually bake one, and I didn't want to impose on the others..."
"Nonsense, it ain't no problem. I used to scrounge up some money for my siblings' birthday cakes every year when their birthdays happened, but now that I know my way around the kitchen, I can just bake one personally! Or maybe make it two, one for the Little Sisters' diet and one for everyone else. Come on, we can make this a real celebration, just have to go ask Brigid if the girls can eat normal food like that and whether there's anything to watch out for."
As it turns out, Little Sisters can digest normal food just fine, they just aren't supposed to eat too much at once, what with not having eaten any solids for anywhere from months to years by this point.
This means you actually totally can just open one of the taps you installed for their use, taking a very decent amount of the ADAM-rich blood and using your hemokinesis to move it around, floating it along as a ball of the stuff once the rest of the ingredients you estimate you'll be needing are gathered in the kitchen, the cooking space completely refurbished in the course of your takeover at some point and now sporting just about any kind of kitchen implement you could think of.
"Okay, hands washed?" You ask, having decided that Mark may as well help you, not that he complained about the honor.
"Washed and dried. Cindy?"
"Playing with the other girls and looking forwards to her birthday cake. Make sure to pay attention, you'll have to learn this stuff for yourself at some point." You didn't forget the mentions of his wife, after all, and the fact she divorced him while he was looking for Cindy all over the place.
"Roger, chef. Really wouldn't have taken you for the type to cook, by the way."
"Well, I wasn't, really, but a bunch of the splicers throughout the city were, and I stole bits and pieces of their memories when I ate them. Comes in handy every now and then. In fact, I'm even taking this recipe from a few of them, as well as a few tricks that make baking a lot easier. Did you know, for example, that you can use blood in place of eggs for baking purposes? That's how we'll be making the Little Sister cake."
Grabbing the bag of flour and a pair of bowls, you push a handmixer into Mark's hands. "The first step is to just get all the ingredients and mix them properly to get the batter. Make sure not to spill anything, but for now just watch what I throw into the bowls. Actually, no, get the eggs ready, we'll need them in a moment, just get them out of the fridge for now."
Suffice to say, everyone was really happy with the cakes, though Sinclair declined his piece, Sarah insisted you should work with Ethan to bake stuff for everone at some point and Okita demanded to eat her piece sitting on your lap.
The Little and Big Sisters, on the other hand, were also immensely impressed with the cake you and Mark baked for them, having a nice and proper celebration about it with Cindy proudly showing off the handmade pair of dolls Mark made for her to anyone in sight, depicting himself and her holding hands.
You asked him, and he actually asked the other Little Sisters how to make them and asked them to keep it secret from Cindy, obviously succeeding in his ploy judging by her eyes growing to the size of dinner plates when he gave them to her.
On a side note, the other Sisters insisted you had to bake another cake every day from now on, though you (just barely) managed to talk them out of it, making it a weekly thing instead. You just don't have the supplies to do this on a daily basis, even with the very decent amount Sofia was kind enough to pass on to you.
Note to self: It is surprising just how much regular sex can improve the progress of SCIENCE!, as you have decided to categorize anything to do with ADAM by now.
Also, both Brigid and the Thinker's bodies stationed in the labs for your use (and 'use') seem to be legitimately worn out after too long of doing some hardcore research with you for some reason, a point that stands even though the latter can simply move more such bodies inside at any time.
K33pers Upgrades
Teleportation Deployment: Putting a whole teleporter inside something as 'compact' as a turret isn't going to be possible by any means, but that doesn't mean you can't throw in a few signal repeaters to let anyone that wants to deploy and redeploy turrets from one of your teleporters with great ease, foregoing the need for any sophisticated targeting mechanisms. (2 points)
Signal Relays: It's not all that hard, in theory, to just use the signal repeaters to let your signal reach farther, too, widening your teleporters' reach through your turrets. Not as much as dedicated broadcasting units, though. (Requires Teleportation Deployment) (2 points)
Network Access: While you're at it, may as well let your turrets access the network you're building into your other applicable robots, allowing them to interface with each other wirelessly and share information seamlessly. (Requires Signal Relays) (3 points)
Modified Programming: The principle of 'Keep It Simple, Stupid' (or KISS) is well known to you, thanks in no small part to Yoshi muttering it repeatedly under his breath sometimes, but you have to say that it just doesn't quite apply in this case. While you do not agree with many decisions made in the programming of the turrets you're basing your own work off of, you certainly can add several 'fake' programs to it, making it just that much harder for anyone trying to hack into them to actually do it. (3 points)
Hacking Deterrent: Allowing your widespread network of defense mechanisms to be hacked and shut down, or, yourself forbid, turned against you, is simply unconsoliable. Therefore, why not go ahead and... make it a little harder to do? With this programming update, your turrets will actively self-destruct over having their programming changed starting from your fake programming, and if that is circumvented, any nearby turrets (or other robots, for that matter) detecting a change in programming through their network will indiscriminately open fire on anything in the area. (Requires Modified Programming Network Access) (3 points)
You're standing opposite Okita in one of the by now cleared-out parts of Rapture, in what used to be Siren Alley, in fact, the one place the Thinker brought you to when you asked for a place that wouldn't be missed if it got damaged somewhat badly, just in case.
Mutely taking in the featureless walkways and stairs above the wide alley both of you are occupying, you ultimately look back into Okita's eyes, her slight smile as she bounces the flat of her oversized black greatsword, a simple affair of sharp meztal affixed to a secure grip, on her shoulder never wavering.
"Are you ready?" You ask, knowing that unless you say something, she would be perfectly content to stand there for an hour or two as she strategizes possible ways this little spar of yours could go- say about the seemingly empty-headed ex-hero whatever you want, but she's seriously happy about fighting stuff, whatever it may be.
And you were feeling a little bad about keeping a potential future vamp whenever you get around to vamping her cooped up with nothing to do, so...
"Always ready." With a challenging glint in her eye, Okita takes a stance, one foot behind her center of weight, one in front, a loose grip with one hand keeping her sword's handguard resting on her shoulder, her miniscule smile only growing, if nothing else. "You?"
"You didn't really need to ask." Raising your hands, you extend your claws, taking a stance yourself. It takes a few tense moments before either of you moves a muscle, you because you need to be able to react to whatever you do, Okita because she seems to be savouring the anticipation for the fight.
In the end, it is her that makes the first move, coming straight at you as she swings her sword around, a wide horizontal slash coming straight for you!
Bringing your clawed hands up, you get your fingers under the edge of the blade, lifting it up and ducking under the swing, stepping into Okita's guard and soundly punching her in the gut, driving her back even as the uses the force of your attack to move herself back, bringing her sword with her and slicing it along your side as you try to sidestep away from it, leaving an annoyingly deep cut.
Now back at some distance, the two of you consider each other, Okita giving her sword a shake to get your blood off of it as she brings it into a forward position.
If anything, she's smiling even harder, which still amounts to a nigh-imperceptible curve of her mouth.
Dashing towards Okita, you feint an overhead blow, your other fist solidly smacking into her sternum and forcing her back, her sword raised to block usuccessfully only to be brought down on you in retaliation gliding right through your immaterial form as you become a wispy mass of mist, its impact leaving it embedded halfway into the ground.
Before Okita can figure out what to do next, you drift towards her, rematerializing to her side and kicking her away, hitting her thigh with your knee. What you didn't expect was for her to shift her grip on her blade, moving with the force of your strike to slam her feet into the floor and tearing her weapon free diagonally through the stone, slicing through your midsection in one smooth swing and clipping a rib on her way out, the sheer force of the attack throwing you towards the nearest wall, which immediately has you stick onto it with your feet, using your enhanced musculature to keep yourself upright as only your feet are sticking.
Okita comes running at you, her sword held low behind herself in preparation for striking at you with full strength, but before she can entertain thoughts of getting you this easily, you launch yourself off the wall, using your weightlessness to build up speed before going back to normal, clocking her over the head hard, but Okita isn't deterred, just twirling around and hacking her sword into your lower ribcage, twisting her weapon as she pulls it back out again with a brief hop backwards away from you before you can really react.
Using the newly built-up distance, you take a moment to assess the situation. You're hacked up pretty hard, though it's nothing you can't just recover from with a decent amount (or two) of blood. Okita, on the other hand, is a bit unsteady on her feet, though her eyes remain sharp and focused on you.
Oh, and one of your lungs is pressing out of where it's supposed to be, along with a little bit of intestine, but that's hardly even noteworthy.
With a now glowing smile (for her standards, anyways), Okita opens up into a flurry of blows, your own attempts to respond curtailed by the ferocity of her strikes as you need to ward off attack after attack, diverting the force of Okita's sword to the side time and again only for her to turn the momentum of the blow around for another slash at you, driving you back further and further as you give up ground in an attempt to lead her into overcommitting.
She doesn't, though, not until you're all the way to the wall opposite from where she last threw you with her sword, driving her weapon into it with a straight thrust when your back meets it, leading you to hurriedly duck under it only for Okita to apply her full strength to her hilt, forcing it downwards right towards you.
Rolling out of the way, you simultaneously kick out towards her legs, catching her while the center of her weight is shifted upwards, taking them right out from beneath her and leaving Okita on her hands and feet when she reacts fast enough not to faceslam onto the ground... but before she can get back up on her feet, you're on her, choking the struggling girl in with a quick chokehold.
She keeps on fighting back against you all the way, of course, but you both know she's lost at this point. Without her sword and grappled like this by you, Okita simply doesn't have the strength to get herself loose again and so, before long, she stops moving.
Normally, you wouldn't be so cavalier about this, the average person perfectly capable of sustaining long-term health issues from being choked out like this, but, well, it's Okita. She'll be fine.
Also, she's still smiling.
Well, Okita, it would seem, is conked out. A quick overlay with a certain malicious doctor has you hold a fresh stimpack in your hand, injecting the rapidly regenerating mixture above her collarbone and waiting for it to fix up a few bruises and making sure the light concussion you may or may not have given her earlier should be fixed.
That out of the way, you gently cradle her up, carrying her off to the train. Time to return to Persephone and let her rest properly for a bit... maybe involving a bit of grabbled titties, but hey, it's Okita.
How could you possibly not?
Not to mention she very much doesn't seem to mind, peacefully sleeping with a satisfied smile on her face. Honestly, you're just a slight bit worried she might strain her face with how much she's curving her mouth today- then again, she's a hero. She should be fine.
Plus, it's cute.
Gathered inside the meeting room near the heart of Persephone stands a handful of people; yourself, Sarah, Kate, Nora and Okita, all gathered for a singular purpose.
It's about time.
"Not taking anyone else along this time around, Gabe?" Sarah asks, taking a seat on the desk right next to you.
"Nah, everyone useful is either hard to take or would prefer staying here for the time being, and I didn't see any reason to press the issue," you explain, stretching out your hands. "Doesn't matter all that much, though, I already got all the really important things to take away right with me."
At her curious look and everyone else not seeming to mind hearing about this, you continue, making sure a tired Okita doesn't stumble over her own feet (you actually had to carry her here yourself). "I can just create more ADAM with a bunch of biomass and one of my souls creating a temporary template for the stuff, and the new improvements for the manufactories I can just make Yoshi apply when I don't need him, so we can have just about unlimited access to plasmids and tonics and whatever else we want made out of it. We've just gained the ability to make powers in bottles, though they need to be injected rather than drunk."
"And so we play after the same people ol' Tommy was so afraid of," Sarah grins. "A shadowy organization that can just up and sell powers, with untold amounts of influence and favors owed all over the place."
"Pretty much. Oh, and I had the Thinker figure out an actual cure to HIV, though most of them ended up being more of a pain to amdinister than it's really worth it. Basically needing to replace a body's entire immune system can be kind of a pain, who knew?" You shrug. "That said, while just jamming in almost any amount of unrefined ADAM would fix that shit, a certain mix of medicine and diet can actually cure it, apparently. Got the instructions with me and all, so that's nice, too."
"For your streams?"
"Naturally. Anyways, it's almost time, so shall we get on with it?"
It isn't much longer until all five of you disappear, if only for a moment, when seen in locally objective time.