Jessica slowed her car down and just… Stopped.
Clearly, her little brother had paid close attention to the exact properties she had purchased ownership over earlier. Down to the inch.
Because despite her slightly unplanned detour into pleasure city and delay at lady-boner town, he must have been busy as HECK to have done all of… That.
She slowly rested her head against the steering wheel. "John. Why."
To her left, normal buildings and roads.
To the right, more the same.
Behind her, untouched locations with a shockingly high quality road splitting the danger like a white line crisp and clear on a filthy canvas.
But that abruptly changed directly in front of her.
The road vanished.
Not all of it, there was some sort of massive roundabout thing over there and some clearly marked and separated lanes for 'Residents/Employees', 'Shipments', and 'Visitors'…
Yet the road to return to her sibling now swerved off that direction, instead of leading onwards.
Now she was staring at a massive series of decoratively carved boulders and trees and lovely gardens and such. A barrier of nature and rock, where before she was supposed to drive another few blocks and then turn left.
Breathe in.
Gather the stress, the embarrassment over the earlier tryst marathon, the weariness… The strain of meeting whatever the hell was running this town.
Breathe out.
Right.
First of all, those buildings were all empty to begin with, or acting as breeding cesspools for those massive things with the teeth and wiggly bits.
So no loss if they were gone now.
Secondly, the NEW roads were much larger, had easy to read and clearly marked signs and stuff, and were brightly lit.
Basically pure upgrade.
Finally, she had not really ASKED her brother to have any limits, nor had she bothered to check in on his plans or look into his building schematics. That was on her, and it would be wrong to blame him. Fair enough.
Breathe in.
Gather the guilt of abandoning your little brother for so long, all powerful or not, and ball that up with the frustration of not setting guidelines or talking this all out more clearly at an earlier time.
Breathe out.
Good.
Jessica felt a lot more calm and settled… Clearly meeting with the Mayor had REALLY set her on edge and caused her to be far more erratic (Erotic?) and destabilized.
Might be part of his nature as a… Whatever he was. And whatever he was doing.
Feeling far more settled and centered, she shifted her car back into gear and began following the signs for residents and employees. At least the new street layout had easier and safer layouts than the old far too narrow winding paths and dangerous alleys of the original mess.
~~~Pocket System~~~
John wasn't exactly sure when it had happened, but he now had several iron women that had sort of adopted him or had put him under a security detail.
It hadn't been noticeable or an issue until he started wandering around and realized that they would, at least in the near future, NOT be returning to their squads. "Please? At least a skirt?"
The woman with bone like nubs on her joints and hips that don't lie just silently chuckled and posed nude, refusing to even consider the possibility.
Why, damn it!? "Look, I can make nearly anything. Any custom design, even using impractical materials… If you want a glass hat or a wooden blouse, I can do that! Just work with me here? Please?"
Four of the women pouted. "No, no, I'm not ashamed of any of you and you are all attractive and all that… But my sister will blow her top." Or go mind blank from the nudity. "Look, I'm not insisting you girls…" One massive nude man with rock-like skin flexed! "Or guys, or guys! I am NOT forcing any of you to stay on the 'Underpark' floor or anything!"
John held up a very tastefully designed skirt that was practically a belt, made of reinforced steel. "But at least CONSIDER wearing SOMETHING? Please?"
As the group chuckled and played around, one of the more mature women in the group of nudists gave a silent sigh and began making hand gestures.
And more.
What!? "I can NOT allow stuff like that at all! First of all, biologically 'mature' or not, I have not mentally experienced puberty yet. Or if I had, I forgot it through the years of solitude and madness, and it doesn't count. Secondly, there's whole areas for that sort of stuff down there in the Underpark! Public nudity is ONE thing, public indecency will get me grounded!"
Despite the pouts he held firm! "No, I won't fall for it THIS time! It was embarrassing enough that I had to apply so much of that Linseed oil to prevent potential rusting for some of you, not to mention how often you girls made me reapply it and…"
And… Oh. "You are all just messing with me, aren't you." Damn it!
Several of the crowd burst into silent laughter… Except for a couple of the angelic women who were blinking at the others in confusion.
Apparently they hadn't been in on the jokes and had… Just been very honest in their lewdness.
Huh.
Okay, so MOST of the group was messing with him and SOME of the group just really enjoyed being au natural now that their body could resist weaponry and nature. Fair enough. "Was the whole security detail thing just more teasing too?"
Some gestures, a 'so-so' feeling, and some metallic blushing from the group.
Right. "I can't believe I didn't even question why only a couple of the guys needed oiling too. Or why you girls kept having to have your feet 'protected'... Damn it, that had ALL just been giving out foot massages, hadn't it!?"
John groaned. "I'm not even dating anyone and I was already tricked into a web of debauchery."
Some of the group were loving his reaction, but a couple began frantically signing explanations… "No, I get that this was pushed by a few and not all of you were trying to lie to me or trick me or whatever."
Of the several relieved women, a couple of the more dominant leaders turned to angrily rant (gesture) at their still giggling silent guardians around them, even if said reprimands seemed to have little to no effect on the sinfully attractive women.
John felt his sister pulling into the distant residential parking garage… Oops! "Right, fun's over! Who is still in my 'guard detail'?"
Half the group stayed while the rest danced/skipped/sauntered/flew/shimmied away. Still a crowd of women (And that muscled guy) left, but that was at least easier to manage.
He winced as he felt his sister heading their way. "Right, running out of time! Quick, put these on." A pile of shirts here, some skirts there, some pants. "Everyone pick a style out of this mess and I'll whip up some custom outfits for you to match."
No point in trying to fight for them to wear shoes, socks, or any underwear… Just covering up their nudity to some degree would have to do for now.
They didn't move.
Um. "Problem?"
A bouncy demon gestured as she smirked.
Oh for… "COME ON! My sis is going to be here SOON! At least one of you, please put on SOMETHING!" Show that he was working on the issue, that John was on the case and this casual nudity was (theoretically) a temporary issue!
The rock-like muscular man snorted at the crowd and strode forward with confidence as he carefully chose a very lovely flower patterned skirt.
…Good enough. "Thank you. Do you want me to make it into a kilt or?"
He gestured with a hand.
Alright then. "Lace skirt it is." You do you, man. "Anyone else? I can make anything. Pants, skirts, you saw the microskirts!" He began just tossing out random examples. "Swimsuits? Underwear? At least a thong or a string bikini? Girls?"
One of the angels awkwardly raised one hand while gesturing the other. "Yes, I can make stockings."
She gestured at her legs. "Are you sure? I can do more lace. He seems to like it."
Another hand gesture. "Fine. Anyone else want camouflaged stockings?"
That counted as 'being clothed', right?
Right?
Oh shit. "Jessica is coming, EVERYONE ACT NATURAL!"
~~~Pocket System~~~
There was an army of iron defenders in the base now.
Every corridor, she was passing dozens and dozens of golems.
Each doorway was guarded, and every pathway was watched.
Just parking in the new (Very easily accessed and well lit) parking garage had exposed hundreds of wandering iron warriors and warriorettes, a vast number to be easily overwhelmed by the small army within the tunnels leading from the car into the Park.
And most of them were scandalously clad men and women and demons and what seemed to be furries? Or maybe those were local supernatural creatures too?
Eye candy EVERYWHERE.
It was too much. She was in shock.
Theoretically, she should feel concern, or attraction, or who knows what by now… But the endless parade of vine covered iron flesh just kept going and going!
One erotic supermodel was shocking and hard to handle.
An army of men and women with all the right muscles and a powerful aura of stability and protectiveness?
Her brain literally couldn't process it all accurately anymore. "Which way is my brother?"
The crowds surrounding her silently chuckled/smirked/winked/dismissed/focused on her and numerous limbs, weapons, and some such all pointed down that hallway and to the third door.
Which was… Helpful. "Thank you, everyone."
John. John, why?
Maybe she should pre-establish some guidelines for more hypothetical situations than the already curated list of 'Please do not do the following' could cover.
'Please do not construct a sexy iron harem of multiple species within a jointly controlled facility without the knowledge and agreement from all other owners of said facility.'
Something like that.
…Though if she was STRICTLY honest with herself, WOULD she have said no?
Probably. Yeah, almost certainly maybe!
Her overwhelmed mind absently tracked the small crowd of iron women wearing maid outfits. Actual maid outfits, made out of cloth instead of iron. Half of them hadn't even bothered to put their weaponry away into their various holders, so it was a half armed group of sexy iron maids.
Hello, new fetish. Fancy meeting you here!
No, focus. "Excuse me ladies, do you know where my brother is?"
More pointing and she was NOT blushing and all those giggling protectors couldn't prove otherwise. "Thank you…"
And of COURSE one of the demonic maids started to bounce on her heels and… And… Damn girl. Good on you!
Wait! She was going to confront her brother! "OhNo, IGottsaGo, BYE!"
This wasn't running, this was a power walk. Going places efficiently and with drive, not running away! This was just a sisterly concern and a need to see her brother and… Oh wow girl, you can stretch like that all you want and…
FINALLY she got to a door most of the temptresses had been pointing to. "John! I'm sorry I took so long to come back, I know I said I could get everything done yesterday and that I hadn't planned to be so delayed but… Uh. Hello?"
John was half sitting in a large chair next to a roaring fireplace, two smirking women holding him in their lap as he read the newspaper while an iron body builder of a rock man with godlike muscles and a lacy skirt standing nearby was offering a tray with a cup of tea on it.
Surrounding him like the daydreams of a succubus with WAY too long of a dry spell was a small contingent of sensually nude women… Pretending to sort the firewood, fluffing chair cushions, giving back massages to each other, playing chess using the bent over bottoms of other golems as an improvised table surface, and… "...What is going on here?"
Her brother carefully removed the massive curved smoking pipe from his mouth (Currently with bubbles coming out) and casually looked to the side. "Hmm? Nothing much, just enjoying a bit of a break doing perfectly normal and natural things. Isn't that right, everyone?"
Jessica shifted her focus from her younger sibling to the massive mix of expressions, ranging from sassy to confused to… Arguing about an illegal chess move using some VERY graphic sign language. "I see."
John nodded. "Indeed! Nothing odd going on here, no sir!" He whispered to the girls. "Quick, agree with me!"
Many nods ensued.
She pointed. "Why are they all nude?" Gulp. "Hadn't the nude ones agreed to hang out in the Adult Swim area?"
He hummed. "Well when I added some more security to allow proper shift work some places were a bit cramped… I ended up making this duplicate layer of the park, the Underpark, and it's all designated as an 'Adult Swim' type region. Also: They aren't nude."
John waved at the surroundings, which she should probably look at eventually instead of having her gaze locked onto the incredibly sensual women displayed so 'normally' and 'casually' in front of her. "See?"
Jessica raised an eyebrow.
John pointed. "Muscle man George over there has a skirt. Lace or not, he isn't nude."
Wait. "George?"
John nodded. "He doesn't want to tell me his name, so I'm calling him Rock man George."
The metal muscled man in lace flexed with the hand not holding the tea tray.
…Fair enough? "And the girls?"
He folded his arms, smoking his bubble pipe with a huff. "Combat thigh-high stockings ensure viable tactical options during espionage related deployments! There are even urban variants for defending people in an office space. See?"
One of the girls began to slowly twirl, her hips swinging and thighs flexing as her stockings were put on display.
John puffed a few bubbles from his pipe. "Unfortunately the Research Department is still developing similar equipment such as… Shoes and hats and shirts and stuff, but progress is progress!"
…Now three of the girls in camouflaged stockings were doing a slow twirl and dance next to the fireplace on top of a bearskin rug. And someone had apparently oiled them up at some point.
Damn.
With iron determination against the iron temptation, Jessica focused. "We still need to talk about you rebuilding the entire area and constructing an army of iron golems while I was… Occupied."
Best do it soon too before she gets distracted. Damn, metalwork had never seemed so fascinating before... "But first I need to see the current schematics for our park and have us both talk about what we will be doing here long term. Also stop pretending to smoke. It's an expensive and unhealthy habit, and I don't want you to end up like some of my old coworkers."
Especially not here, where Belief was so powerful… Pretending to do something could have consequences.
Her brother absently Collected the pipe for recycling. "Yes, sis. But… I'm not in trouble right? I mean, I did get them to wear clothing, to a certain extent?"
She glanced back at the slow sensual display of tactical stockings.
God DAMN those were some sexy demons.
Jessica cleared her throat. "Well… Yes? Technically they are… Partially clothed?" Damn, was that woman wearing only a garter belt!? "But it still is a bit too much for the general public, and they should all stay down here in the Adult Only layer."
This new 'Underpark' was either going to put Doe's Park on the map or get it all shut down in minutes. "Anyway, let me look over the changes you made to the place and we'll talk about all this stuff later."
John sighed in relief. "Oh thank goodness!" …And froze. "I mean, uh… No problem! I'll catch up with you in a second, alright? The demon in the thong can show you the way to the central hub and map area. All the schematics are kept there for future maintenance crews to refer to when repairing stuff."
Demoness wearing WHAT now?
Oh.
The tall woman with a smile gave her that LOOK.
Oh my. Cough. "Lead on?" Damn, those legs were a lethal weapon!
As she walked towards heaven/the exit following the iron woman, she could vaguely hear her brother in the background after she left the room. "Well done everyone! You did a perfect job acting normal, and I think we got away with it! Free oil massage foot jobs for everyone!"
Free WHAT now!?