Healing the World (By fucking Sexy Parahumans)
AzhorAzhai
Summary:
Amy Dallon is usually a good girl who goes bad due to a lot of various circumstances. I am not her. I am already bad and I am about to use these powers (And this new dick!) to take what I deserve! And what I deserve is a harem full of hotties to worship me. Even if I have to use my powers to turn people into said hotties and mind-control them into worshipping me.
Notes:
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Chapter 1: Awakening
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A few days ago, something relatively strange happened. I, Amy Dallon, or, going by technicality, I was Amy Lavere. Anyway, my name didn't matter. What mattered was that I had a whole new universe's worth of memories dumped into my brain—not memories of someone else, more like knowledge of that other world.
Like I knew what DC and Marvel comics were as well as Worm but I had no memories of if I had a previous life. Alright so first things first, I'm apparently in Worm. Y'know, the world that's basically constantly on the verge of everything being erased?
The world with the giant yellow guy in the sky who is actually an alien being who wants to escape entropy? Yeah, that place. And I'm here. Well, I'm in a version of that universe. Because the first thing I did after getting all these new memories sorted was look on PHO for any news on Scion.
Alright, good news first. I'm probably not in the main universe. Reason one, no Scion. Reason two, I just realized something far more important. See, I'm fairly sure Amy in the original Web Series did not in fact have a cock. I'm reasonably sure she was in fact not a futanari.
I was somehow. And by god, I was hung like a horse. See, My/Amy's cock normally, when it wasn't hard, was a normal size of 6 inches, give or take a bit, long. When it got hard though, it grew from that normal size to a monstrous 10 inches long with an angry-looking tip, even with both hands, I struggled to completely hold it. It was absurd, to the point where I was confused on how I even got hard without collapsing from blood redirecting from my brain to keep my dick hard.
Just looking at it was making me hornier, to the point where one of my hands absent-mindedly began stroking up and down the length of my bitchbreaker, precum dribbling from the tip, angry veins all over it… Fuck, I was in a new world, all these new memories, and instead of trying to think, here I was jerking off.
But it felt so good! To the point where I was worried someone would hear my moans, forcing me to bury my face into a pillow, muffling the lewd noises that came out of my mouth while my hands moved up and down, torturing me with this blissful agony. I was leaking precum, staining my sheets as I did my best to help myself bust the biggest, fattest load I could manage.
I gathered up some of the precum leaking from my wombbreaker, using it as lube to help me get off faster. Even with my face buried in my pillow, I was still moaning like a slutty bitch, going one-handed on my cock, my other hand furiously mauling one of my breasts, squeezing and twisting the nipple without mercy.
"Oh god…" I moaned, panting like a dog in heat as I basically fucked my hand. My vision went dark and I flipped around, my horsecock pointed at my face, so close to the point where I could smell the delicious musky scent from it, making me lick my lips in anticipation before the most violent orgasm of my life tore through me. My hand was spasming up and down against the base of my shaft completely under its own will and my dick was spraying huge ropes of creamy, salty spunk all over me with every pump like a firehose. It landed on my chest. It landed on my face. It was in my mouth, thick and salty, clinging to every surface, with a delicious salty taste, to the point I stuck my own tongue out and began licking around my mouth, before releasing my monstercock.
I couldn't speak intelligibly for a few minutes after such an amazing orgasm but slowly, I began to collect the wombraping babybatter I had poured all over myself, gathering it onto my hands and licking them clean, swallowing every last drop of my thick seed. I'd probably knock up someone if I ever went raw. Fuck, I might get them pregnant even if I used extra thick condoms!
I stared at my cock, already at half-mast. My heavy, lemon-sized balls were still churning with delicious, mindbreaking jizz but I managed to resist the temptation to jerk off some more. Though I did need some way to not completely stain my bed whenever I needed to cum.
Hmm, what the fuck was I thinking? I was Amy Dallon, Panacea! I could just find some girl, turn her mind into a slutty mush and use her as a cumdumpster. What? Did you think I was immediately just gonna jump into turning my sister and family into my fuckdolls? As much as I would love to, I needed to corrupt them slowly.
Couldn't rush that sort of stuff you know. Very delicate and all that. Hmm, I needed to target a regular person first, test myself a little, and all that. If I was really desperate, I could just turn a plant into a sextoy for me to use. Mm, now that was a thought, making the pussy of the plant taste like fruits.
Wait no! Bad Amy! Plans first, cumming later! Alright, I needed a target, unpowered, someone who wouldn't be too important or noticeable if I altered. Emma and Madison were out of the list, too much attention on them. So were Victoria's friends. Even if it would be hot to have one of them ride my face while another rode my cock. Fuck, can't get hard now! Bad Amy! No horny while thinking up your evil plan!
Hmm, wait, wasn't there that one kid with the Star Wars name? Greg Veder? I could go after him. He wasn't someone too important. I got out of my bed, my hair frizzy and wild. First things first, I have to put on some proper clothes! Then I'll do some top-secret research to find out where he lives! To the closet!
After grabbing a nice grey skirt, some tights, and a blue top, I opened up my computer and got to work. I just needed to get into Winslow's administrative records and I could figure out where Greg Veder lived. Or I could just do the easier thing and look online for people with the same name. It was a pretty uncommon last name I think.
Maybe. Eh, we'll see once I'm done with this search.
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Alright! After a bit of digging, I found out a bit of information. First of all, Greg Veder? Apparently, he lives on the nicer side of town, it sure is strange then that he went to Winslow huh? Apparently, Greg's mom worked as a nurse. I was technically licensed as a doctor. After a bit of searching, I had his address and everything really important to my plans.
Now then, I was going to visit him and test out my powers a little. Unwind and bust a few loads in him. A smile stretched on my face as I thought of all the ideas I had. So, I made my way out of my room, down the stairs, and outside without having to deal with Vicky, Carol, or Mark. Good job me!
I whistled a cheery tune as I walked, already planning what I should start with. First, I'd pretty him up a little. Turn him into a proper femboy and brainwash him a little (a lot actually). Maybe alter his taste buds to crave the taste of my cum.
Hmm, his mom would also be my fucktoy too obviously. Mmph, I was so distracted by my horny thoughts that I didn't even notice I was here. It was a nice house, painted a pretty shade of blue with a white picket fence. I walked up and rang the doorbell, waiting patiently. When it opened, I smiled widely, "Mrs. Veder? I wanted to talk to your son about some things."
She didn't recognize me and squinted, "Ah, are you one of his friends?" I just shrugged, "Of a sort. Can I come in?" To which she nodded, opening the door to let me in, "Would you like something to drink or eat?"
I shook my head, "No thank you. I'd like to go see Greg if you don't mind." She pursed her lips and nodded, leading me to a door which opened down into a basement before calling down into it. "Greg, honey? Someone's here to see you! They say they're your friend?"
"Thank you Mrs. Veder!" I said, entering the basement, the door closing behind me. I could hear shuffling. Normally most people would be afraid of entering some random boy's basement. I wasn't because instead of me being afraid. It should have been Greg who was scared.
I smiled at him charmingly, seeing a bunch of discarded soda cans, a messy bed, and a closet. There was a big table on one side with a PC on it. I'd look at his games later and see what he had. Oh and obviously we can't forget Greg.
Honestly, he looked like a normal teenage guy. An acne-riddled, pimply teen who was definitely smaller than most guys his age. After all, he was shorter than me and I was 5'6 something, at least according to my memories I am. "Uh.. h-hi?" He asked squeakily, "Do I know you?" I just shrugged before holding my hand out to him.
"Don't think we've been officially introduced, I'm Amy Lavere and we are going to know each other very well soon..." I held out my hand to him and he took it, causing my grin to grow more menacing.
[Transform]
Chapter 2: Evolution
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Greg Veder was a normal if awkward teenage boy. Greg Veder was not supposed to have the sort of body that would make some of the hottest pornstars jealous. But after my extensive alterations, he did. His face was clear and perfect, with a set of kissable lips, a tongue that could feel pleasure from giving a blowjob, an addiction to my cum and scent and long blonde hair that I could pull on while fucking him.
I didn't stop with just that though~ Why should I? I deserved to have fun after all. So now, Greg had a dumptruck that was basically begging to be spanked and his cute virgin boipussy had been modified some more, now it was always lubed and could take large insertions inside it easily.
Of course, all these modifications needed me to get rid of some of his other stuff like making sure his cock shrunk till it could barely be counted as one with his balls following suit. His nipples were puffy and extremely sensitive now too, to the point I could probably make him cum just by teasing them.
Though I did need to keep the modifications to a normal level, so while Greg's ass was phat, it wasn't something obvious unless he stripped. His face could be brushed off as sudden puberty. I hope so at least.
Worst comes to worst, he can claim he got a bit of an enhancement by Panacea and I, being the nice and perfect girl I am, will confirm it. A few other modifications to his memory as well, though that needed more fine control. Implanting memories is rather complex but my Shard guided me and I was done quickly enough.
And now, it was time to enjoy the fruits of my labor. "How do you feel Greg?~" I purred seductively, kissing his neck while my hands mauled and groped his thicc, plush boibooty. However, the poor boy was too busy moaning from the feeling to say anything back. "Aw, it seems like you're pretty happy then." I teased, lightly spanking his ass, making his eyes roll back in his head from the pleasure for a second.
"Say thank you now Greg~ After all, it's not every day that you get a girlfriend like me is it? Especially when I have a cock bigger than yours. So get to work thanking me, understand?"
Greg just smiles sluttily, a blissful look on his face as I slowly strip down, his tongue hanging out as he stares at my massive, throbbing, boibreaker, "Mmmgh~ Please, I wanna taste your fat fucking cock so badly! Please!" He begged, moving as close as he could to my cock, pressing his face into my balls and inhaling deeply, whining needily.
"Hmm…" I tapped my chin in thought, resting on his bed, his face still buried in my balls, smothering himself against them. "Sure thing. Get to it then bitch." That was apparently all the encouragement he needed to begin hungrily planting kisses up and down my dick, stopping right at the tip.
Then he opened his mouth as much as he could, forcing himself down till he was nearly halfway to the base. "Fuck! You're eager aren't you." I moan, my hand resting on his head as he bobbed up and down, his tongue swirling around my tip, worshipping every inch he could reach.
"Haa! Just like that, work that tongue you slutty bottom bitch!" I insulted him and to my surprise, he began trying even harder at that, "Fuck, you masochistic dickpig! I could tell you to give me all your money and you'd do so just for a chance to suck my dick!" Oh fuck, he twitched at that, what a fucking slut.
"Huh, so you like that? You worthless little slut! The only thing you can ever do right is suck cock, so why not just give up on all this stupid school stuff and focus all your stupid effort on being my balldrainer?" And to see just how deep my brainwashing had just gone, I added a bit extra, "I'll even do you a little favor and only charge you half your allowance for getting to gulp my cum. Sound fair?"
He didn't respond to that and I realized why after a few seconds. Pulling his face off my cock, strands of saliva and precum connecting his mouth and my cock, "What do you say to that deal?" Of course, Greg being the pathetic bitchboi he was just sputtered out a "Yesh pleahse!" Before shoving himself right back down onto my cock, this time though, his throat began working overtime, the tight and warm hole squeezing around my boibreaker.
He was putting in some serious effort, pushing himself down to the base, and with how slutty he looked, tears leaking from his eyes, his throat bulging from my cock buried inside of it, a pleading look on his face that was seriously fucking hot. I flexed my cock, his throat flexing too as a gooey noise echoed throughout the room.
"Wonder what your mom would think if she came down here. She'd probably be so disappointed that you're such a failure that you don't even get to be the one getting sucked off. She also would probably put you up for adoption considering what a loser you are." I giggled at his face.
"You know you're a total whore. I mean what guy willingly spends the money his dad makes by working hard just to taste some cum. All those hours at work, leaving your mommy unsatisfied just for you to get to drink my jizz. I mean, I'd be so disappointed in you that I'd stop calling you my son."
I thought over it for a moment, enjoying the idea. "Actually, why bother calling you my boyfriend at all? After all, you're nothing to me but a slutty, boibitch cumdumpster. A walking onahole is all you are!" I teased, seeing him redoubling his efforts, my girlcock growing harder as my balls began churning with a thick load.
"After I bust in your mouth, I'll see what games you have. Oh and make sure to fork over your pocket money too if you want me to jizz in you again." I didn't bother letting him respond, forcing his head up and down my cock like a toy. "You won't be playing any games on this thing either. All your accounts on this stuff are mine. In fact, the only thing you'll be doing is getting under the desk and sucking me off while I play."
Of course, he couldn't really say anything as a response when he was too busy deepthroating my bitchbreaker horsecock. I counted that as a win for me. Fuck, I was getting close. Sure hope Greg's hungry.
"Drink up slut, this is going to be your new favorite meal from now onwards." And with that, I began cumming, hard. I emptied a massive load right down Greg's throat. Though thanks to my massive fucking balls, some began to leak out of his mouth, dribbling down his lips and onto the bed. Being the cum hungry slut he was, he immediately began licking up the jizz that leaked onto his bed, shaking his ass in the air for my pleasure, though I pushed his face deeper down to punish him a little. "What a stupid little slut you are. Here I am telling you that my cum is going to cost you."
I tut in disappointment before letting him up, though he began apologising like a good bitch should, "Please, I'm sorry for wasting your cum! Let me make it up to you!" I just smirk down at him from my spot on the bed, my cock still at half-mast, "No. To punish you now, my cum is now going to cost all your allowance. And, you will be going to the mall with me. I need to buy some proper clothes for you after all." I patted him on the head, "Of course, you'll be paying for it all. So ask your Daddy for a lot of cash, alright?" I teased before getting up, making my way to his PC, dragging Greg along by his hair.
He let out a slutty moan from the treatment but didn't say anything more. "Now then, I'm going to be playing. You are going to be shutting up and sucking me off the whole time." I don't bother letting him speak, pushing him underneath the desk, my cock, covered in drool from earlier.
I boot up a game, Parahumans Online, and start looking through his stuff. Huh, it seems like Greg spent a lot of money on this game to get every unlockable, every skin, max level account with a ton of powers. What a good little bitchboi he is, giving it to me as a gift.
Interesting fact about this game, you can apparently have sex with NPCs. Greg spent a ton of cash to get max affection with a bunch of female ones. So, I decided to change his player character's looks, turning them from a manly muscled monster, to basically a version of myself with bigger tits.
Then I fucked every one of them, gloating to him the whole while, "Hey Greg, your little online harem's getting fucked by me right now, I don't think they'll ever want you back again!" He moaned at that, the vibrations feeling heavenly around my cock. I got a little message a bit after that, from someone I vaguely recognized.
GstringGirl: Hey Void, how are you?
XxVoid_CowboyxX: Hey string. I'm good wbu?
GstringGirl: Good, just got a quest to beat this one boss mind helping?
XxVoid_CowboyxX: Sure, I don't mind helping someone as pretty as you out
GstringGirl: You don't even know if I'm a girl IRL D:
XxVoid_CowboyxX: Doesn't make you any less pretty. Besides, if you wanna show me what you look like IRL, I don't mind doing the same
GstringGirl: Not uet, mb later
GstringGirl: yet*
XxVoid_CowboyxX: Sure thing let's go fight that boss
After that, she led me to the boss, we crushed it easy peasy while I kept hitting on her, saying she was probably super cute IRL and that we could meet up someday. I wasn't quite sure if it was working but she made tons of spelling mistakes when I did so. So score me. Of course, Greg was being a good boy the whole time, slowly moving up and down my cock, cleaning every last inch of it with his tongue.
"Mm, I was just talking to your little online friend Greg, GstringGirl. I was hitting on her and she liked it. I wonder what she'd think if she knew the real you was currently too busy choking himself on a cock to speak. Hmm, maybe I should invite her over. Then you can watch while I make sure to stretch out every last inch of her."
Oh? He got tighter at that, choking even harder around my cock, his cock poking out, barely even 2 inches long. Thanks to a bit of modification from me, I had managed to make it so that he was basically infertile and that his pathetic balls could only produce a tiny amount of cum. With how much of a closed space it was, Greg was basically pressed up against my dick, forcing him to feel every bit of it, how much superior it was to him, and forcing him to inhale my scent, breaking his mind even more. Each breath forced him to inhale my musk and knowing how I had altered his brain, the little slut enjoyed it. He was getting off to being stuck like this.
"Ugh, gonna cum again. Drink up you little cumslut!" I muttered, grabbing him by the hair and pulling him forward, forcing him to swallow every last drop, his mouth forming a seal around my cock.
-Glub glub glub-
"Nghaah." He gulped down every last drop, the noise audible in the silent room now that I was focusing. I could hear my balls emptying themselves into his mouth and it was hot. I noticed that his cock had also cum from the blowjob, firing a pathetic, tiny dribble of watery cum. "Well? You're not going to leave that mess are you?" I asked sadistically.
Greg pulled his mouth away from my cock, a loud popping noise echoing in the room when he did so before pressing his face against the stain and licking, though while he did so, I leaked a bit right on his head. "Good boy. Maybe I'll get you a collar from the mall too." I checked the time on his PC's clock, realised it was getting late, and pushed myself away from the desk, walking over to his bed and grabbing my clothes before pulling them on.
Greg followed me on all fours and panted like a bitch in heat, "Don't go, Amy! Please, I'm so horny!" He whined, his face planted against my crotch, trying to tempt me. I just pushed him off me, "Well then. You can ask your daddy for some more money then and buy yourself a dildo to play with when I'm busy."
I pulled my top back on, making sure I looked presentable with no visible stains on my clothes, snatched Greg's wallet, took all his cash, and threw it back in his face before heading for the stairs, making sure to turn back and smile at Greg, "Oh, and Greg. I'm going to fuck your mom next time. Ciao!" Then I closed the door on him as he stared at me with a bright red blush.
I smiled at Mrs. Veder as I walked out, walking over to her and grabbing her hand, squeezing tightly as I enacted my changes. I'll make sure that the next time I come over, Greg will get to watch a nice show. There was only one major change I made to Greg's mom that was different from what he got. That change was to make her have 0 sexual attraction to her husband and to ensure she wouldn't orgasm from him ever.
I turned her lust for me up, to the point where just being in my presence was arousing to her, making her leak like a faucet and her breasts pebble like rocks. Just my touch would drive her insane.
Greg opened the door just as I got ready to leave, so he got a front-view ticket as I spanked his mother's ass, the flesh rippling from the blow as she blushed and spluttered with Greg looking all flabbergasted and cute, to tease him some more, I blew him a kiss and closed the door behind me.