So yea. This was me. Yes. I looked like a hottie paying videogames. Because I always loved them. Still do. So I did not always look like this. But I found a nifty little program that let me rewrite myself. Obviously I got a boyfriend, and we are very competitive. Especially when it comes to games.
I always had a tendency to win, but one time he brought in a new game, that he failed to tell me he had a few hundred hours in beforehand. We always make bets on the games. Looser gets changed for a day.
So he then did something. But it wasn't really a change. I always would loose on purpose so he could change me around. I loved when that happened. So I instantly challenged him again to a new match.
So yea, this is me a few days later. He had removed all of my ability to understand English and had a deep desire to fuck him on a daily basis. I did manage to figure out how to take a selfie with the camera, but even attempting to change anything with the program was out of the picture, I could not just understand the interface.
And then he challenged me to Scrabble. Because of course. At this point I could also not decline any game related challenge so guess what happened next?
So huge feline eared Cleopatra with a sexdrive of always in heat can be fun for a little bit. But after 2 weeks, I was still massaging my breasts and cumming from just the simplest touch. Clothes were out of the question, but wearing these chains seemed to make my mind accept him more and more as a owner.
I knew he was using the program when I was blacked out from another mindshattering orgasm but I could just not tell what he was changing. But both me and the program were his property so I could not exactly speak up. All that came out was horny cat mjaus.
So he settled for this form. A cartoony elf capable of seducing anyone or anything that is not the Master by just looking or speaking to them. Not only that but the mindset of enchanting anyone gives me a huge surge of pleasure. But this form can never cum unless I am touching him.
But you don't care about that anymore, do you? My voice already seduced you and you are just waiting for him to change you. I was wondering what was taking him so long, but it seems his latest concubine has finished with him. Let see what you become.
Ah. Mindless sextoy. I do wish he could stop making things like you, he has a few dozen already. But, Masters will is my will. Now, why don't you get some use out of that tongue and lick me. I may not be able to cum, but I am a pleasure junkie at this point. Just don't get any drool on the floor.
Jason always wondered what it would be like to be in a relationship with his older brother Mike. Mike was a hot straight business man while Jason was a hot but closeted 34 year old. He’d never even told Mike that he was gay, and he could certainly never tell him about his forbidden brotherly attraction for him.
One night Jason found himself looking at the stars in the beautiful night sky above his apartment. Upon seeing a shooting star he wished that he could be with his one true love.
Suddenly, Jason was no longer sitting on his front porch stoop looking at the sky. Instead he found himself standing in a familiar bathroom.. it was his brother Mike’s bathroom of his house.
Panic set in. Was he losing time? Perhaps his mind? How did he get here? Was it even the same night? Jason had so many questions. Including why he felt so strange. That’s when he looked down and saw two large breasts. He wobbled in his heels unstablely.
Jason quickly shuffled to the bathroom mirror, not used to balancing on heels and yet doing a half-decent job. He was shocked to find that although he still had his manly face, his body below the neck was entirely new to him. It was a woman’s body. Only it wasn’t. Because it was somehow now *his* body.
Never before had he been attracted to a female body, but the curiousness of the situation made it unexpectedly erotic. He lowered the bra he could hardly believe he was wearing and showed himself the new tits he could hardly believe he had.
“What the fuck…?” Jason said to his own unfamiliar reflection. His new nipples erected and a shiver down his spine seemed to tickle him all the way to his vagina.
“There you are sweetie,” said his favorite voice in the world. It was Mike. “Damn, are you getting started without me? That’s hot.”
Jason froze for a moment considering the implications of what his big brother just said to him, and that it wasn’t a joke. When he composed himself he replied coolly, “I’d rather get started on you.”
Squatting down, Jason began undoing Mike’s pants, thanking whatever god or demon made this all possible. Soon he would be sucking a dick he’s only dreamed of seeing.
“Thanks Jason,” said Mike to Jason’s further surprise, “You’re the best little brother a guy could ask for.”
After an hour of wild sex leading to Jason’s pussy getting cream pied in the bedroom, Mike went out to buy Jason a morning after pill. From what information Jason could gather from their now shared home, it seemed that somehow he and Mike were still brothers but also boyfriends.
Jason went out on the master bedroom balcony and looked out at the same sky on the same night, bursting with happiness. Then he got a text from his boyfriend,
Everything is Made Up of energy ; every Particle. We're made Of Energy, as are The stars. As are the beings That Exist in Between reality And not [The Hallucination Realm that only Some of Us are granted Access Into , as well as Dreams, which are In Their Own Sense, hallucinatory In Nature]. Some of Us Can control The Energy that makes Us up, and By gaining power Through Practice, Mindfulness, and Connection With The Self , unlock Special Abilities. Jump through time, read Minds, predict The Future accurately, blend the Dimensions We exist In with the ones we Create , And communicate With The Universe at Large in complex Ways.
This energy can Be Stored in concepts And practices As Aell, such As thought And memory. When someone Thinks Of or Remembers You , it's The Universe transferring And Sharing Some of Your Energy to The receiver. Even after Death, Remnants of Your Energy exist in the Minds Of others. You cannot truly Die until Memories and Thoughts of You Cease to exist , and only Then Is Your energy Released to The Universe to be Recycled.
As the Earth and Human species Continue To evolve And adapt, energy Is stored For Longer After the death Of the Physical Self , which has led To People in the modern Age being Weaker Vibrationally and Not containing As Much energy within Themselves due to The Universe rationing the Little Energy it does Have. Technology, longer Life Spans leading to longer Memory, improved Functioning Into Elder age, proper documentation , et Cetera, keeps Our Energy existing Even After the death of the Physical Self. The universe Also spends Energy On expanding Itself , continually draining Its own life force, Much like We drain Our Own. The act of Those in Power Documenting and Defining our Identities is also A form of Energy-Stealing , though Its stealing it From The generations to Come , stealing It From The Future. It preserves Our existence Even after The physical Self dies, Leading to our Energy being in A State Of Limbo and thus Non- recyclable. This means That as The human Species continues On, each newborn Will Be Weaker and weaker , believing Only in false Realities and Blindly Following simulations, and Unable To Explore Realms of existence much greater than Their physical Self. This is a way for those in Power to keep Us Deemed inferior in Check , allowing Them to keep That power Without Contest.
There are people That Have too much energy , Too Much vibrational power. From A Young Age they learn How to alter Reality [both Consciously And on a subconscious Level] and will Quickly Learn of their Special Abilities. Theyre often written Off As Crazy or mentally ill, And while Some Do Fall in that category, Many are just Universally Superior beings At Their core. Many of them Feel ashamed For Their ability to See dimensions And The entities That Exist within them, While some may try to Make A Profit off of it. Those of us With too Much of this Energy , Light Beings , Are closest to the Inter Connected reality And universe That most people Dont believe in Or Only get Glimpses of.
We all live in Our Own reality and believe It to be An Undeniable truth that Cannot be argued With. Many believe that Their reality is The Only one , everyone Else must exist Within It. I believe that While We all create Our own realities, It is only A Subreality within The True One. I aim to Gain unlimited access to The true One And unlock it For Others.
Accessing this true Reality will not Be easy , as our Own false Ones and The false ones Of Others may try to Sway us away. The reality Protectors within Our Selves as well As protective Entities Within the true Reality will be scary And alarming As We get closer And closer. They don't want Us To Know the truth as they Fear Pollution And contamination , As well as energy -Stealing. It is essential We get there Though To understanding Everything.
Those that have Unlocked The secret true Reality are often Wiped from existence by Humans that View themselves as greater And Paint Themselves in such a Way By Using their Power and Influence to alter The False realities of The Masses. Low vibrational [low energy containing] People follow These simulations Blindly As they cannot fathom Other truths can exist , They dont have enough Power To Conjure up such Thoughts. If too many of Us Find out About true Reality and Are Able to Access it, then Their false realities Will No longer exist And They Lose Their power and Influence. This Is Why many of Us are written off As Ungrounded ; its A Tactic to weaken us And Scare us Away from Exploring our Special abilities. We're actually Closer to the true Reality , thus More Grounded Than the Majority. This makes us angels; high- energy Messengers. We can exist Between Realms and communicate With multiple Realities At once.
The moment I heard that five-foot-nothing April’s birthday was on the first of the month, I knew just what to do. I got together with a few friends and we agreed to throw her a ‘surprise party.’ We waited in her little apartment until we heard the door shut and then, all at once, lept out from our hiding spots and heartily cheered “Surprise!” at the top of our lungs. April was so excited to see all of us there; I couldn’t wait to see how she reacted to the presents we had gotten for her.
April opened the first box and pulled out a pair of sweatpants so large she could nearly fit in just one of the legs. She broke into a fit of giggles along with everybody else. When she opened the next gift and found an equally-large button-down blouse she continued laughing along with everybody else. April brought out the last gift: a custom-made double J-cup bra, sized for a slim frame. It was completely absurd; a single one of the cups almost completely covered her entire head.
I nearly lost it when April started slipping her tiny body into the cartoonishly oversized clothing. She stuck to the pants and the blouse, comically holding the sweatpants up to her waist. Raucous laughter filled the apartment as she turned and comically wiggled the flappy rear end of the oversized garment. The gang and I had been careful to purchase pants with long legs but a lot of room in the waist, too. Maybe somebody six feet tall would fit the ensemble we’d bought, but as it stood, April was cartoonishly dwarfed at just five foot two.
Come to think of it, though, April had quite the reputation for her small but round ass. We had gone to the same university, and I remember she had never been embarrassed about being kind of a shortstack. She would often wear skinny jeans that deliciously contoured to her bubble butt. Rumors went around that April either spent all her free time doing squats or even that she’d gotten surgery. I was starting to question why we hadn’t opted for a larger waistband given her pear-shaped figure.
Hell, there was no denying it: at five foot five, April was about average height for a woman her age, but her dump truck of an ass, thick hips, and jiggly thighs looked like they belonged on a much heavier woman. The pant legs were a little long on her, sure, but her cheeks were so big the sweatpants were practically being swallowed between them. Every shake of her monstrous caboose seemed to threaten the inadequate bottoms’ stitching. Either one of April’s incredible cheeks might have been as big as my head, and I wasn’t alone in wanting to get up close to find out.
Having bought clothing that was a little big for April felt less funny now that I was seeing it in action, though. Being five-eleven made her pretty tall for a woman, sure, but we’d miscalculated just how much bigger we should have gone for this prank. April stopped shaking her moneymaker and turned around, though the curve of her ass could be seen from the front, with the added benefit that I could see just how much her thighs were stressing the sweatpants. It had been my idea to go for undersized pants, and it was paying dividends: most of her six-foot stature was in her legs, and her gigantic ass and hips were overflowing the waistband.
April was wearing the cartoonish bra under the blouse we’d bought for her. The top mostly fit, although it was exceptionally loose in the chest. The bra, of course, was nearly empty, but she had always been a good sport about her nearly flat chest. Being the girl with the fattest ass in town was a title April wore proudly. I will say, though, that people needed to give her more credit than that. She was a little unbalanced, sure, but I’d seen her wear her fair share of tight tops. I could only guess, but April must have been at least a B-cup.
I had heard stories that April had been the tallest girl around when she was young and ended up moving to a bigger city where she’d be able to live more comfortably. I don’t know what held her back from being a model, frankly. She must have been six foot four, and on such a tall frame her glorious ass looked even bigger. But there was more to her than that: she was smart, funny, kind, and had tits the size of grapefruits. Seriously, April always came off as the girl who had it all, but I had long been too intimidated to ask her out.
It’s not every day that you run into a woman packing double D-cups that she loved showing off almost as much as her booty. Even in modest tops, April always looked like she was smuggling volleyballs on her chest. Her figure was truly outrageous, like some fetish artist had drawn their idea of a perfect woman and she’d walked right off the page. I had been lucky when she showed up at the joint I bartend at; we hit it off instantly. It helped that to look me in the eye she had to lean down, which gave me an incredible view of her F-cup jugs.
I thanked my lucky stars every day that April and I had started dating, and that she was such a good sport about pranks. Even for a woman with her hourglass-like figure, the bra we’d gotten was just a bit too big. I knew she often had to get custom bras that would fit her; retail stores simply didn’t carry anything that could contend with boobs the size of basketballs. So, of course, I had led the charge for the prank. It had been my choice to buy pants that on her long, luscious legs would just barely fit her like capris.
I should have gone a little bigger on the bra and blouse, though. At nearly seven feet tall, April’s J-cups far exceeded the size of her head, and nearly covered her navel. People would look at her and ask me for the name of her surgeon, and they’d hardly believe it when I said that she was one-hundred percent all-natural. We had needed to build an entire house just so April could fit inside, but until that was done we were stuck in the tiny apartment.
I loved watching April bend down to keep her head from hitting the ceiling. This way, just about anything she wore gave me ample view of either her big bouncy butt or her quaking, mind-blowing beach ball-sized titties. It had been my idea, after all, to buy her a set of cartoonishly small clothing for her birthday. I watched her try to lower herself to the ground, where it would be easier for this nine-foot-tall woman to avoid smashing the ceiling, but the bra and blouse weren’t as stretchy as the sweatpants.
April’s boobs exploded out of her top, landing in her lap with a fleshy smack. She reached her long arms around to cover her nipples, giggling and sending delicious tremors through her gorgeous mounds. I stood up and approached the woman that was as tall sitting as I was standing. I made the right decision not inviting anybody else over to celebrate April’s birthday; spending it with anybody else would have been foolish.
Rhett Khan, a Solgaleo morph belonging to @deepdoughbeast. With the swirling patterns in his faceplate, he can be a very convincing talker ... to the point that even reality follows his commands in a peaceful trance.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, big guy."
"--big guy? Me? I'm a hundred fifty pounds sopping wet!"
"Is that so? Personally, I'd say three hundred fifty is plenty large."
"Wh-what the--?!"
I watched, leaning against a wall, as the dolls pulled their witch stumbling forward, bobbing up and down with eagerness. The witch smiled, attempting to regain some of her dignity. “Okay, okay! Calm down, you lot!”
“Yes Miss!” They chorused.
None of them noticed me, of course. Even if they had reason to, they couldn’t. The witch had power, true, but she could unravel the mysteries of the cosmos for an eternity and still not approach my level. Egotistical of me, perhaps, but true regardless.
Yet even for my power, doubt tugged at my heart. Did I really want to do this?
Yes. I did. Even if it caused pain.
I gazed around yet again at my surroundings. A utopia of magecraft and technology in harmony, a cityscape of the most utopian of arcane-solarpunk imagination. Spires that shone in impossible colors that grew like trees, floating islands covered in buildings of eccentric shapes…
And the entities. Not people, but entities, truly diverse. The witch and her dolls. A demon, walking xir puppygirl. An amalgamated synthoid hive, six bodies as one mind. A trio of humans holding hands, their hair pulsing soft rainbow colours.
Them, and more. So much more. A whole planet of this; bound not to reality but released to make manifest their deepest desires. A perfect world.
A world I was about to destroy.
I clenched my fist.
("Every time. There's a fundamental problem with your end goal. Not morals, not resistance, not even scope. Existence itself denies you.”)
Words I had spoken so long ago. In another life, yet in circumstances so similar. There had been nothing I could do then.
I had failed, and they had paid the price.
How I loathed to fail.
“So?”
She appeared beside me without any fanfare. Like me, she went unperceived by those around us. Her reasons were very different. She smiled at me, a kind smile. So much like his. “You’ve seen what I’ve done. What do you think?”
I shoved my hand in my blazer pockets. “It’s impressive. Utopic, even. Had you gotten here naturally, I’d be applauding you.”
“But this isn’t natural?” She asked. Not accusatory. Simply curious.
“You’re the one pulling the strings. You tell me.” I sighed. “You know as well as I it’s a facade, one that runs surface deep. And if its disrupted… it’s gone. Like it never happened at all.”
“So?” She asked simply. “Simply because it will not last, it’s not worth it?”
(“But failing that…” I watched him staring out across that wartorn plain, its pain reflected in his own expression. “If I can make just one minute better for everyone, a speck in the cosmic timeline of everything, I've done some good.")
I shook my head. “Because it’s a lie. Escapism. And just like them, you’re running.” I took a step forward, and she took one back in turn.
“This world is not out of true reach, you know.” I said, smiling wistfully. “You have that over those before, at least. You could built it, for real.”
“But not all would live to see it.” She said, sorrow in her eyes.
“And within this fantasy, none truly live at all. It is beautiful, true, but only a pale shade of what it could be. And, lost within that bliss, you would be blinded to the dangers that would destroy you.”
We stared at each other for a long time. Her eyes, still holding that kind determination, uncertainty, hidden behind her gaze. Mine, calm and casual, not betraying the roiling memories within.
"I couldn't help any of them then. So... I'm going to do my damnedest to make sure it doesn't happen to you.")
I would not let myself fail again.
At last, she spoke. “I appreciate the concern.” She said. “Truly, I do. But…” She shook her head. “I cannot relent. Not in a path I truly believe in.”
That was that, then.
“Neither can I.”
I would not fail again. I could not.
In this world, she controlled everything. Her powers made her akin to a god.
I feared no god. I had shed enough of their blood to drown this universe.
I moved, faster than the speed of cognition. A glint of steel, a flash of light, an explosion of pain.
Her eyes went wide, and her hands went to her torso. Feeling the warm, red liquid that leaked from the wound across her chest.
I sheathed my blade, met her eyes solemnly, and whispered two words.
“I’m sorry.”
And then everything went white.
“Are you sure? You seemed so excited…”
“It’s fine…” The girl mumbled, putting a hand to her chest and tugging at her hoodie. “I’m sorry have dragged you out here…”
Her girlfriend, a taller woman dressed in black, pulled her into a hug. “It’s okay, sweetie. I know its hard for you. Would you like to go home?”
“Mmm…” The girl nodded.
I watched, leaning against the same wall. The utopian dream had given way to reality, now that the source was… gone. Impossible towers replaced by simple grey skyscrapers, a mundane city choked with smog.
The girl in the hoodie clung close to her girlfriend. A pair of enbies, with fierce eyes and one almost quivering. A dorky looking young woman on her lonesome. Three people, walking alongside each other but eyes averted, as if ashamed to look.
I scowled. Why was it that doing the right thing oft felt so wrong?
I pulled myself from the wall and began to walk away.
“...You know what?”
I stopped.
“Hm?” The girl in black looked down at her once shivering girlfriend. “What is it?”
“I…” She clenched her fist. “Screw it. I don’t… I wanna go. I don’t-” She began to choke up, but continued anyway. “I don’t wanna just keep running away.”
Her girlfriend was silent for a moment, and then broke out into a wide grin, hugging the smaller girl tightly. “I’m so, so proud of you, sweetie.”
I watched the two of them leave, and allowed myself a smile.
Maybe, if they worked hard enough… then that lost dream could become reality.
And with that, I slipped away, and left the future to its own making.
"Give up now, there's no hope of escape," Wonder Woman said as she descended from the sky and struck her iconic pose. The small, brave crowd that had gathered immediately retrieved their phones and snapped pics of the scene. She addressed the Woman, clad in a green dress and holding two large duffle bags in a single hand. She adjusted her round-rimmed glasses and smirked at the heroine.
"I don't know that I agree, Wonder Woman. I think my chances are decidedly in my favor. I mean, look at my opposition, piece of cake." Wonder Woman's gaze remained steely as she continued the stare down. All villains bluff at first, but this fresh face is being particularly obnoxious about it.
"I have faced many villains over many years. The likes of 'Re-Write' hardly rank among the most intimidating." Wonder Woman had no idea where this Woman got her confidence. According to the Justice League database, she was a meta human with the ability to reprogram electronic systems to function the way she desires. Sadly she only seems to put this ability to use by hacking into government systems and robbing banks.
"I doubt that. I mean, why should I be scared of a grown woman who still wets the bed every night." Wonder Woman's body remained stoic, but her eyes betrayed her shock. How could this Woman have known? Her night time issue was a secret more closely guarded than her civilian identity. Even her mother and Amazonian sisters were in the dark.
"L-Lies will not save you! I don't do that!" Wonder Woman countered, perhaps a bit too enthusiastically. Re-write continued smirking at her foe.
"Maybe I was wrong. Soaking the sheets every single night isn't something a responsible adult would do, is it? Maybe you aren't an adult after all. No, you look barely look eighteen, if that." Diana's stoic expression rattled slightly as this Woman guessed her age exactly. She had just turned eighteen last week, and less than that, she was finally able to acquire her own apartment and no longer live in fear of exposing her nighttime secret to her American friends, the Kapatelis family.
"So you know how old I am, big whoop. You're still not getting away with this." Wonder Woman said as she drew closer to Re-Write. Re-Write made no aggressive moves, and she just continued to smile and attempt to bluff her way out of the youthful heroine's grip.
"Now that I say it, it's so obvious. I mean, just look at those ridiculous braces and all those angry little pimples all over your face." Wonder Woman balked and stopped mid-stride, nearly tripping. It wasn't as if she wanted to get braces. When she arrived in Man's world after living a life devoid of modern dental care, obviously she would need some adjustment. The dentist assured her that the rig she received was standard. Nobody had ever mocked her for it before. As she ran her tongue along the intricate metalwork across her teeth, a hand unconsciously moved to cover her mouth. And You could hardly blame wonder Woman for having acne. Everyone has it. She tried for years to be rid of it, even with the aide of proactive and washing her face every day didn't help. Every morning, aside from waking up wet, she found even more zits than the day before.
"S-Shut up! At least I'm not some petty crook using her powers for evil!"
"Oh, real scathing comeback, Princess. At least I'm not a nerdy little immature high school freshman."
"W-What?!"
"Obviously Wonder' Woman', real women have these," Re-Write said as she leaned forward and made a very sensual show of grabbing her sizable breasts, easily more than several handfuls, and presenting them to Wonder Woman. Diana's pimpled face turned blood red as she looked down at her pancake-flat chest. She had waited and waited and prayed to the gods for them to grow in, but her pleas went unheeded. Memories of her mother, Queen Hippolyta, and her bountiful breasts tormenting her with their promise of coming womanhood for years before she stole away to Man's world. And here, she even attempted online remedies and ointments to make her breasts grow in; if anything, they made them smaller. All the girls at school made fun of her enough for everything else. She just wanted to take one thing off the table. But as that thought crossed her mind, another intersected it.
"Wait. I know my breasts are s-small, o-ok non-existent, but I'm not a freshman. I-I graduated last month, Valedictorian!" Diana said, for the first time doubting the observational skill of her foe. And for the first time, Re-Write's composure slackened and she showed a strained expression as she straitened her posture. She closed her eyes and held her forehead as if a migraine had suddenly struck her. A moment later, she had collected herself, and her cocky expression returned.
"Valedictorian? What an imagination you have, little Princess. You have to have good grades to be a valedictorian, and if I were a betting woman, I'd say you're a D student on your best day. Yup, I can tell; you must have flunked quite a bit. They probably only let you into high school out of pity in the first place." Re-Write said, beginning to seem somewhat unsteady on her feet. Wonder Woman's blush only deepened as she heard this criminal's accusation and only prayed that her expression wasn't letting on that she had her dead to rights.
Diana was forced to enroll in middle school after she arrived in Man's world, and she began staying with the Kapatelis family. Her placement exams put her in eighth grade despite being a year older, much to her dismay. She was a princess in her homeland and was given much care and attention by her tutors, but her education was of a more practical nature. It was only due to Ms. Kapatelis's intervention with her friend, the principal, that allowed Diana to progress to High school, despite her almost total failure of all her academic courses. But there were no friends for Ms. Kapatelis to lean on for Diana in High school, and Diana was forced to repeat her freshman year three times, and this year was the fourth. It was like no new information would stay in her head.
"I can't believe your Mommy lets you do this every night; I mean, don't you have homework to fail and a bed to pee in?"
"S-Sh-Shut up!" Diana said in a more embarrassed tone rather than an authoritative one. "My Mommy doesn't even live here, and she's still on the island I came from!" Diana said with folded arms and a smirk, failing to notice that she referred to her mother as Mommy in public at her age.
"Oh, Wonder Woman, still trying to push that fake story? You know no one believes you, right? You need to be tall to be an Amazon, after all, and you look like you barely hit five feet in heels. I'm sure most of this crowd saw your Mommy drop you off before you arrived too. I'm sure she wanted her little angel to be safe on her very first night as a wannabe superhero. Let me guess, big ol' chubby lady? Loves to embarrass you? How predictable." Re-Write said, bringing a hand to her face and whipping away a small dollop of blood leaking from her nose. Diana's knees touched as her posture betrayed her nervousness. Her shaking hands were evident to the entire assembly as they gathered to watch the small girl's heroic debut. It wasn't going well. She spent nearly ten minutes being scolded by her first criminal and having almost all her secrets exposed to the masses and any news crews that had gathered.
Diana's eyes became misty as her debut continued to fall apart. She had worked on her back story for weeks. Her Mommy was the initial inspiration for it, what with her old name. But everybody just called her Polly; it seemed to fit a modern woman more than Hippolyta. Her Mommy was never really on board with the whole hero thing, mainly because of her consistently low grades, but Diana's pouty face was legendary, even covered in acne. Before tonight, Diana had relegated her costumed activities to rescuing kittens and helping little old ladies across the street, literally. The most action she had seen was an argument with some girl scouts trying to earn merit badges that resulted in her being pushed into a garbage can.
But finally, she had worn her Mommy down and convinced her she was ready for the big leagues. She cast a shy glance into the crowd and saw her Mommy there with a concerned look on her chubby face.
For the first time since their meeting, Re-Write advanced on the nervous young heroine. This caused Diana to literally jump and take a step back before she reminded herself that she was the one with authority. Diana did her best to resume the heroic pose she had practiced for hours in the mirror, but as Re-Write drew closer, Diana only crumbled more. Re-Write was right in front of her. Diana looked as if she was about to burst into tears. The smile on Re-Writes face was predatory, and the Woman stood nearly a full head and shoulders above Diana. Diana looked up, her lip trembling as Re-Write literally looked down on the frightened green hero.
Re-Write moved quickly and suddenly. Her arms reached out to Diana as her feet squared up. Her smile never left her face as she spoke softly and speedily, "Boo."
Diana fell back on instinct and collapsed onto the ground, curling into a tight ball with her arms coving her head as she unleashed a girlish scream for help. Diana was sure she was dead, a foolish little girl who got too big for her bloomers. Her dreams of becoming the greatest heroine in the world and standing shoulder to shoulder with the Justice League would all end in a bloody mess. The tears flowed unabated, and all the onlookers could hear her sobs. Diana didn't feel anything but the cold ground and warmth growing from her homemade star-spangled cotton bottoms.
A minute later, she opened her eyes and found herself to her amazement to be still alive. She looked up from the ground and saw the smirk of Re-Write even wider than before as she stood over her with hands-on wide hips.
"Who's intimidating now, Wonder Wetter? Maybe you'll know when you're out of your league better now. I wonder if a public spanking would hammer the message home better. What do you say, piddle pants?" Re-Write said as she reached a hand out to the cowering girl. Her smile turned sinister as her hand drew closer when suddenly another hand slapped hers away with a thunderous clap. Diana finally felt safe enough to open her eyes, and she saw a new figure standing between her and Re-Write.
"How dare you say those hurtful things to my little girl!" Polly said as she stood between her precious bundle of joy and the spiteful Woman tormenting her.
"Well well, far be it from me to stand between such a large woman and—"
"Don't give me that, you nasty little tramp! I know I'm a big fat woman. Congratulations, you have eyes. Where do you get off thinking you can drive my poor little sweetheart to pee herself and ruin her reputation on her first night as a real hero? Do you have any idea how long it took her to work up the courage to do this? How nervous she was even to leave the car? Or even how much she just wants to help people? No, you don't, do you? You probably don't even care as you do your silly little crimes and make life hard for everyone else? You probably still don't even realize that you just crushed a poor little girl's dream tonight. I feel so sorry for you that you need to steal and flaunt your fat tits and ass in front of an insecure young woman to feel better about yourself." Polly didn't take a single breath as she unleashed her motherly fury onto Re-Write.
The villainess was shocked as she backed away from the fat mother's accusatory finger. Polly continued to press and wag her finger at Re-Write as she defended her daughter. Only when Re-Write had been driven ten feet away, and Polly was red in the face, did the diatribe finally cease. Re-Write had her hands up in defeat as Polly semi-waddled back to her still cowering little girl.
"It's okay Little Bird; let's go home," Polly said as she knelt as best as her fat belly and thighs would allow and lifted her blubbering daughter to her awkward feet. The makeup Diana had experimented with to give her a more mature look had been entirely ruined by her tears, and she looked more like a clown as she waddled away, clinging tightly to her mother's thick arm.
She felt the squish of her underwear and heard the snickers of the crowd they passed through, and it brought new tears to her eyes. How was she ever going to live this down? She wasn't Wonder Woman, she was just a silly little girl playing dress-up. She'd be lucky if the other kids at school didn't recognize her on tv and start picking on her again.
It felt like miles before Diana, and her mother arrived at Polly's car. A beat-up old Jeep Cherokee that had rust along its tire rims and a faded red paint job that had all but given up. The door creaked open, and Polly lifted her daughter into the back seat. Diana winced as she felt the rapid cooling of her soaked briefs press deeply into her skin. In the rearview mirror, she was finally able to see what everyone else was snickering at and brought fresh, heaving breaths. Polly sat in the driver's seat, the Jeep visibly listing with her added weight.
"Don't you worry, sweetie, Mommy's gonna drive us home, and we can get you out of those wet shorts and into a nice bath. Then after a little slice of pie, we can forget about this whole night. You can try again next weekend, after your homework, of course."
"NO! I never wanna be a superhero again! They all laughed at me, Momma, they all laughed and pointed and…" Diana said as she cried anew.
"Don't be like that, sweetheart; it's just a little setback, is all. I'm sure with a little more confidence; you'll be tossing them in prison left and right. In the meantime, I'm sure Ms. Tracy's cat needs help. You know how Snookers likes to climb trees, and of course, Mrs. Halloway always appreciates you helping her around her home. You know how hard it is for the older folks. And don't forget babysitting little Katie from next door, under her older sister's supervision, of course. You don't see that big Mr. Superman out there doing those things do you?" Polly said as she slowly put the crowd and that horrible Woman behind them. She continued her words of encouragement to her blubbering daughter as they drove to their modest home.
Re-Write's stunned expression shifted back to smug self-assurance as she watched the beat-up old car leave the scene. As she returned to the bank to collect her goods, she couldn't help whispering.
"Sometimes I really scare myself with this shit."
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The apartment door opened, and three duffle bags filled with cash were dumped onto the floor. Re-Write heard the clicking of keys as she stumbled into the small living room. The Woman at the computer in the corner of the room took no notice as Re-Write opened the fridge, grabbed an ice pack, and promptly collapsed onto the couch.
The throbbing pain at the front of her skull was by far the worst she had given herself in over a month. Her hand searched the wall for a moment, finding the light switch and flicking it on and off for a few seconds. The Woman at the desk looked up with a start and searched the room, smiling when she looked to the couch. She moved to her and placed a gentle kiss on Re-Write's forehead, causing a genuine smile. The Woman began gesturing with her hands as she sat next to Re-Writes smooth legs.
So how did your little adventure go? Is capitalism dead? And are the corrupt and evil sufficiently inconvenienced?
"Har-har-har. And yes, it went pretty well. The villains using that bank to fund all their little terrors are now half a billion dollars poorer, thank you very much."
I saw on the news that you had to humiliate some poor little girl trying to debut as a hero. Was that necessary? She seemed really upset.
"Oh, Her. Don't worry, she'll be back to normal by morning, I think."
Normal? Wait, was she different before tonight?
"Oh yeah, lots."
No way, you did the thing with your powers again? I thought you said you couldn't affect people or whatever?
"Before, yeah, but I think I'm getting stronger. A month ago, I would have lost consciousness doing that much to one person, let alone two people."
Two people?
"I'll tell you all about it later. The world should be fine without 'Wonder Woman' for a couple of days. Nothing I do seems to last much longer than that." Re-Write said as she felt the hand of her companion rest on her midriff. The throbbing in her skull began to abate as she felt her friend's hand begin to float lower.
I seem to recall one thing that usually makes you feel better.
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Diana felt the clammy sheets before she opened her eyes. They were cold and doggedly clung to her skin. The pull-up her Mommy had fitted her into the night before once again utterly failing to do its duty. After so many years, she could hardly count the times her Mommy had threatened her with diapers at night, but nothing ever came of those. She didn't even bother with removing the soiled underwear as she gathered the wet sheets and did her daily walk of shame to the hamper in her Mommy's room.
She thought about how she might announce this morning's accident. She would probably do it as she always did. Bashfully creak open the door and tiptoe along to the hamper as her mother snored away. Then slowly circling until she grabbed a few of her Mommy's pudgy fingers and gently shook. She would, of course, leave out the part about how she was still so upset as Mommy tucked her in that as she lay sniffling, she didn't even bother to try as her Mommy bid her goodnight and she proceeded to let the floodgates flow. What was the point after all? They were going to be wet in the morning no matter what.
She dragged her feet along the bright hallway, dreading her Mommy's blind optimistic fawning. She passed the hallway mirror, absentmindedly casting a glance it's way. She froze with a yelp stuck in her throat. She shivered for a moment as she looked at the stranger she saw carrying sheets looking back at her. The wet sheets hit the floor as she covered her face, flashes of the previous night rising up and fear reasserting itself. Her bottom hit the floor, and her hands covered her face, praying that this person would ignore her and move on.
When no sound other than her whimpering could be heard, she braved to open her eyes and saw the intruder do the same. Her hands fell away, as did the mystery woman's, and her slow mind began to throb with activity. The full-figured Woman was wearing precisely the same pajamas as Diana was. She raised herself onto her thighs and blushed as she felt her clammy trainers were no longer quite as clammy. The Woman copied her exactly. She even had the same acne spots on her face and the same brand of braces on her teeth. Her mind had nearly connected the dots when suddenly a pointed scream spooked her yet again.
She turned her head, expecting to see her mother emerge from her bedroom and scream again at the sight of this intruder. Instead, Diana saw the prettiest Woman she had ever seen come out of her Mommy's room. She was tall, had a beautiful face and curly hair that flowed like water around her. She was dressed so strangely. Her pajamas looked like expensive purple silk robes and a lot of golden jewelry. She was even wearing a crown like a princess, just like in the back story she made up for her superhero identity.
The Woman's eyes locked onto Diana. "Diana? What has happened?"
"How do you know my name, Lady?" Diana asked, rising to her unsteady feet.
"Diana, this is not some jest. Last night I was walking along the beach near the palace then I was suddenly exhausted, and now I've awoken here in man's world? And now I see you here with a spotted face and metal in your mouth? And, are you wearing a diaper? Explain this, Diana."
Diana's mouth hung open as she listened to this lady talk. Why was she talking like someone from a Shakespeare book, and why did she act like she knew her? Diana cast a wary sideways glance to the Woman in the mirror one more time, and suddenly all the pieces came together in her mind at once. Diana looked at her body in the mirror. She fought away the desire to dance for joy at the sight of her full, round breasts. She had had them before, for years. Her head hurt as she raised a hand to feel the flesh that both was and wasn't there before. She looked at her acne-ridden face and her metal-covered teeth, at her kitty covered pajamas and the saggy, clammy pull-up around her waist. Diana had seen more than her fair share of horrors in her life but never before this morning had any of them caused her to lose her balance, blur her vision, and make her fall into unconsciousness with only her soggy pull up and wet bedsheets to break her fall.
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Diana awoke to a gentle nudging on her shoulder. Her eyes refused to open as she raised her arms high and twisted her torso into a stretch. She met resistance as she grunted in an attempt to pull her comforter over her eyes.
"Diana. Diana! You need to wake up or you'll be late again. I do not want to attend another conference with your principal over this, so get out of bed immediately! You need a change and a shower, again."
"Five more minutes, mommy…"
"No, how have you become so lazy? You were never like this at home."
"It's not my fault; it's whatever that lady did to me. To us," Diana said with a yawn as she scratched at the clammy night diaper she wore. Her friends at the league could come up with no explanation as to what exactly did happen. The best the more cosmically inclined heroes they know could come up with was that somehow, Re-Write could interconnect and stitch together different parts of countless realities. But the universe prefers order, and thus the Gordian knot that is Diana's reality is slowly unraveling to normal, explaining her partial physical shift back. However, it seems her reality is being repaired on a triage basis. Her new acne and braces, as well as her status as a high school freshman, and even her nighttime incontinence, have been deemed by the universe to be non-essential to Diana's impact on fate.
Hippolyta seemed to have faired better than her daughter, aside from a recent inclination towards sweets wreaking havoc on her diet. Though, due to Themyscira being almost impossible to find, returning the Amazon Queen to her throne is proving a complicated matter. That is how Diana Prince, the Wonder Woman, found herself adjust the skirt of her school uniform in her hallway mirror, desperately trying to remember what her math teacher had assigned as homework. As well as her English assignment, and she couldn't even recall what time her history teacher set her.
"You look very lovely, my little bird," Hippolyta said, brushing her daughter's hair.
"Yeah, right. I look like such a dork. Everyone at school says so." Diana said crestfallen.
"And just who is everyone? Are those girls picking on you again? Do I need to call the school again?"
"No, Mom! Jeez, I think I can handle some high school girls."
"I wouldn't be so sure, especially after the janitor had to pull you out of your locker. Or that time they poured oatmeal into your panties at lunch. And let's not forget the glorious time they told you in Spanish class that 'Hola, soy una Gorda fea perdedora' is the formal way to introduce yourself."
"That wasn't my fault! It sounded right…at the time."
"Diana, the gods gifted you with the ability to understand all languages."
"They just sounded so sure…"
"Well, if they do bother you anymore, just tell one of your teachers and let them take care of it," Hippolyta said as she patted her child on the back. She could hardly believe that the sweet, gullible Woman in front of her was her willful daughter. They lived in this new situation for a little over two months, and it had started to become frighteningly routine. Absentmindedly she reached a finger into the waistband of Diana's skirt and pulled, observing the condition of her thick underwear.
"MOM!"
"Relax, little one; I'm just checking.”
"I'm not a baby anymore."
"Well, our little nighttime ritual would say otherwise. And of course, there was the state of your pants after the locker incident."
"That wasn't my fault! I was in that locker forever!"
"According to the janitor, you were only in there for twenty minutes at the most."
"…I got scared…" Diana said, her eyes becoming wet. Hippolyta gently embraced her daughter.
"It's okay, I understand. Just find a teacher next time, okay?"
Diana smiled as she rubbed her eyes as she turned and nodded. The screech of familiar worn brakes alerted Diana, and she firmly hugged her mother back as she grabbed her bag and rushed out the door. Hippolyta looked down as she saw her daughter rushing and fall flat on her face just feet from the yellow transport. Even three floors up, she could hear the children's laughter as Diana boarded and took a seat in the very front. The window near her seat rolled down, and Diana shoved her head and arm through and began waving violently at Hippolyta. The proud mother smiled and gently waved back as she saw her daughter make her way to school.
She returned to the living room and slid onto the couch, a bag of cheesy potato chips in one hand and a bowl of skittles in the other. She turned on the TV and began the unexpectedly difficult task of trying to choose a streaming service to watch until her precious daughter returned home, inevitably in tears, whether because of the difficulty of basic subjects or the cruel tormenting on American teenagers. Regardless, she would be here, for better or worse, homework or bullies for her daughter.
The sorceress was always ready for magical attacks by her rivals. Even walking down the street. So when she felt danger from behind her thanks to her clairvoyance abilities, she turned around, ready to blast whatever threatened her.
But no enemy was there. Just a guy she had seen across the bar last night. There was something else but she could not put her spell fueled finger on it. The man smiled and nodded. Smile and nod. The sorceress mind and will quickly emptied out of her brain like a waterfall.
The hypnotized now empty shell of magical battery still stood there. The man said a few words. The shell recognized the words but all it had to do was obey. The spell in its hand fizzled out as it followed the man into the hotel next door.
Once inside a private room, the shell undressed, not a care in the world anymore about privacy nor that this man could see its nude form. More words, commands, came from the Master. Shelly applied them. Most of them changes to her physical form, but also her mental state.
Gone was the selfish , bratty sorceress that had once existed in this body. Left was a slave, obedient to her daddy. Magic stil came as second nature to her, but all of it was in the hands of her true owner.
Soon enough, she was an entirely different being. With a single command of Daddys voice, she came. She was in heaven. Never again alone, and with all the pleasure in the world.
