"He's that mad huh? I told you bombing the PRT building to get him out was a bad idea." I sigh, shaking my head. "Nah, if I had restraints that good the PRT would already be using them."

"Still weird that they use your bondage gear to restrain super villains." Bakuda snickers.

"One of the villains keeps managing to guess every safe word they use. I've gotten a dozen complaints. I don't know how they've even caught her that often. I told them if they didn't want to pay store price they could get custom orders..."

"Fuck 'em. You know how they are to tinkers like us. Never enough respect for what we do." My sometimes collaborator replies. "Anyways, now that Lung is back I don't need to keep sleeping with people as an incentive to work hard and all that."

"There goes my business?" I tease.

"Nah, still going to do it. Orgies are fucking fun." She snickers. "Gotta love having a hair-trigger."

"Which brings up one of my latest inventions. I figured you'd have a bukakke fetish..."

"That's racist."

"So I whipped up this." I put a pack of candies on the counter, each one looking like a stick of gum. "Cum-gum."

"Terrible name."

"Shut up. Anyways, have someone chew this and they'll spew way more than they should when they blow. Good for three shots, at least." Her eyes lit up like it was christmas, and she quickly started counting out dozens of the sticks. Inwardly I heard the cha-ching of a cash register with every murmured number.

"Combined with these..." I put a set of small filled shot glasses on the counter. "Took me a while to get it right, but drinking these will change the flavor of their spunk. Makes it nutritious too, you could literally eat it as a meal."

"Fucking win!" She grins, looking down at the assorted flavors. "Do you have like, a whole crate of banana pudding?"

"Yep."

* * *

"So what the fuck is this supposed to be?" I don't know where Bakuda got most of her money, but I really didn't care all that much. Even the PRT had to admit, villains spending money on sex toys was a good thing. She gestured at the machine taking up the entire back corner of the wall.

"Age changer. It's mostly done." I grunt, putting down her crate and walking up to it.

"You're shitting me. You've got the secret of immortality sitting right there?" She gapes, looking it over.

"Age-play is a fetish." I shrug. There was really no limit to my tinkering specialty so long as it could be sexualized, it seemed. It just turned out that people had some seriously odd kinks.

"Like your arm." Bakuda noted with a frown. Yeah, prosthetics are a fetish for some people as well. Lucky me. I lifted the metallic limb in question and gave a small wave.

"Yep. Anyways, it's not perfect, and it won't make you immortal. The change lasts only like a day or so at a time, and it can be stressful on the body. The older you are when you go in, the more likely it is to do serious damage." Eventually people would be too old to become young again, and no one could really use it on a regular basis.

"Still though, it's like the beacon of youth right there. How much are you charging?" She leans forward to inspect the construction, giving me a decent look at her ass.

"Probably like $500 a use. Enough to keep casual people from abusing it." I explain, stepping up behind her.

"And you're sure it works?" She asks, not looking up.

"Well... It hasn't been tested on people yet. But you know how tinker-tech works, I'm sure it's relatively safe..." I reach up with one foot and give her a light shove, sending her toppling into the machine.

"What the-" There's a dull whump of displaced air and a flash of light as Bakuda's voice goes up an octave. "Fuck! Oh, you did not just..."

"Oh my god, you're adorable." I gush, looking at the much younger Bakuda.

"Oh come on! You bitch! Slut! Eros you turned me into a fucking Loli!" She rants, climbing out of the machine. "I'll fucking blow your tits off for this! I'll turn them into bombs! I'll-"

"Relax ,it's temporary, it worked, and I won't even charge you." I snicker.

"Fuck... I had an orgy planned and everything." She pouts, looking even more adorable. Well, aside from the fact that she's practically swimming in her old clothes. I think I've got some cute outfits around here somewhere. "How the hell am I supposed to maintain my rep if I show up like this?"

* * *

-Bakuda—

The walk back to base was fucking humiliating. A sun dress. A yellow fucking sundress and a god damn hat. That's what Eros came up with as a fucking disguise!

I look adorable, but still!

I had to walk through Brockton Bay, after sunset, looking like god damn loli. I was going to get killed, or raped, or raped and killed. I didn't even have any of my really fun bombs on me. What a fucking day.

"Open up assholes!" I kick the door again, letting my displeasure out. The hatch in the door opens, and I can feel eyes on me. "It's me... Bakuda you moron! It's Bakuda, open up or I'll fucking blow the door down."

Despite my changed voice, that seems to do the trick. Some mook hauls the door open and stares down at me. I hold up a finger and glare, holding his gaze until he gives up. It takes longer than it usually does. I probably look adorable.

"Uh... Boss wants to see you?" He mumbles, stepping out of the way.

Wonderful. Fucking wonderful. I'm going to murder Eros for this. This is NOT funny at all! I've been trying to earn rep with this gang for months now, to get the same respect and awe as Oni Lee or even Lung himself. I've been trying to get them to see me as anything more than a god damn tool.

Still, when Lung got captured I had to bribe the gang with my own body to get them to listen to me long enough to get him out. Not to mention how apathetic Kenta is towards me, even after all of this. For such a hot-headed man he sure has a heart of ice.

Throwing the bag full of purchases down near the lounge area I head right up to Lung's office, knocking tentatively. Maybe I can get through this, pass it off as some kind of joke... Maybe...

A muffled "Enter" echoes through the door and I step into his office. I know better than to speak first, so I simply step in and keep my eyes on the ground. Only silence greets me.

Glancing up, I spot something incredible. Kenta's face is bright red, and... Is that steam coming out his nose? As I watch he begins to grow, and I wonder exactly how pissed he must be at me. Then I notice his height isn't the only thing growing. "Oh my..."

* * *

-Oni Lee—

I enter the base in silence, simply walking past the door guard as he gives me a small nod. There's a good number of people milling about tonight, more than usual. A set of nondescript plastic bags near the lounge reminds me why. Bakuda was planning another party.

I give a snort of contempt, turning towards the nearest person. None of them seem too put out that she isn't here at the moment at least. "Where's Bakuda?"

"Boss's room." He replies politely, inclining his head. I nod, and head up the stairs. He's been pissed at her lately, she's been too loud, too public. Drawing too much attention. I may have to step in before he kills her.

A muffled slap echoes from inside the room, audible even through the closed door. "Noooo~! Onii-chan, don't spank my poor loli butt! It's too small and sensitive!"

I blink, wondering if I'm hearing it right. Another smack, a bit louder this time. "Ouch! Onii-chan no~! I'll be a good girl I promise!"

Well... Seems Kenta has everything under control.

* * *

-Eros—

"Good morning and welcome to-" I cut off, spotting Bakuda enter the shop. She's not dressed the way she was last night, and I sort of wonder where she got the extra clothing. "Oh, it's you. How was your night?"

"Shut up." She grumbles, but can't quite hide the spring in her step. Nor can she hide the slightly bow-legged gait. "You and I are going to find a way to make this permanent."

"Oh? I figured you'd want to kill me." I honestly didn't expect this to go so well.

"Yeah well..." She shrugs, shuffling about. Since when was Bakuda shy? "You know Lung? Well, it turns out everything grows."

"Wow... You did... Like that?" Good for her. Ow, but good for her.

"Turns out he's got a sister complex the size of Brockton Bay." She giggles. "I've found out how to secure my future, I just need to make this change permanent."

* * *

-Eros—

The beep of the front door opening pulled me from my latest work, and I swiveled around to dash out to the front. A quintet of giggling girls shuffled nervously into the store, fixing their masks on their faces. Unnecessary, as they were the only ones here at the moment.

"Welcome, let me know if I can help you find anything!" I call out, beaming as they giggle a bit more. Too young to really be shopping here, but I've managed to pull a few strings. The relative anonymity of this business has its perks.

* * *

-Amy—

The store isn't exactly what I expected it to be. It's not as gaudy, for one, and certainly not as dark and sensuous as I'd expect it to be.

If anything, it's too clean. Almost sterile in appearance. The shelves are all tall and neat, lined with goods of all types and colors. There's a fresh scent in the air, clean and wholesome, not the kind of musk I'd expect really.

It'd been Vicky's friend's idea to come here, really. They ganged up on us, heckling us to come take a look on a dare. They thought it'd make themselves seem mature or something, but the constant giggling was doing anything but. I can't imagine actually buying something, it'd be too embarrassing.

"Hey there!" The surprisingly loud voice catches me off guard and I practically jump out of my skin, fumbling to not drop the toy in my hands. Why is there a toy in my hands? I don't remember picking it up

"Uh, h-hi, er hello." I stumble, accidentally squeezing the toy. It's got a nice sort of give to it, not too squishy and not too firm. Glancing down at it, I immediately recognize the shape. Oh... Wow.

"I'm Eros, the store owner and resident tinker. You're Amy Dallon right?" She speaks quietly, but I can't help but cringe. Of course she knows who I am. "I'm a big fan, let me tell you" She grins, and I spare a moment to check her out while she's distracted.

Short blonde hair, messy in the way most tinkers seem to have, like the hair was a conduit for their myriad stray thoughts. An oval face with a small slightly upturned nose and brown eyes. She was barely taller than me, probably not very much older either. "Oh, uh, it's nice to meet you."

She rolls her shoulder, drawing attention to the short black tank-top that covers her chest and the metal arm attached to her shoulder. It's enough, thankfully, to draw my eyes away from her rather fit stomach and cut off shorts. "That's..." I don't mean to stare, or bring it up, really, but...

"Oh this old thing? One of the first things I built, actually. Been working on it ever since. Check it out." She holds the hand out, showing no signs of it being anything less than a perfectly good arm. I grasp the hand and stifle a gasp. It's warm, and soft, like a real thing. "Cool right? Built in force field projector. It can even feel, and do this-"

The arm starts to vibrate softly, and I do my best to stifle a blush. Wait, am I still holding that dildo? With a small squeak I put it back on the shelf. "So uh... What is that, anyways?" Smooth, Amy, smooth.

"Hm? It's a dildo silly. You pick a hole to stuff it in, and go to town with it." She laughs. "Not everything in here is high tech you know. Not everyone can afford the battery powered, laser-shooting, rocket launching dildo that's so good it'll give you seizures."

I laugh weakly, turning to look back at the shelf as she continues. "I actually built that thing, but had to discontinue it. People would still use it, despite the health risks."

I stifle a snort at that, actually loosening up a bit. "So why build all this stuff?"

"It's what I'm good at." She shrugs. "That, and well... I think the world would be less violent if people got laid more often. Hell, I like to think half of the capes in this city would be less violent if they just rubbed one out regularly."

That is so not my problem. I blush, remembering just this morning when Vicky hit me with her aura first thing after waking up. Nearly ran out of hot water in the shower. "So uh... What's your most popular item?"

"Hmm... For window shopping it's got to be this thing." Eros grabs my elbow and guides me through a couple of aisles to a glass display case. Inside is a metalic-looking dildo that looks strangely similar to her arm. "Tada! What do you think?"

"It's... Pretty?" I venture, not sure what I'm looking at.

"The ultimate strap-on. Adjusts to pretty much any size humanly possible, and a few that aren't. Attaches with no straps. Has settings to adjust heat and vibration frequency, as well as automatically adjusting angle of insertion for maximum pleasure. Even has an option to allow it to ejaculate." She grins, throwing an arm around my shoulder conspiratorially. "All in all, that makes it a super dildo, right? But the best part is... It's got a neural interface. Once it's calibrated, it'll feel like it's your cock. Every inch of it will feel like a body part, and you can even adjust the sensitivity."

"That's... Wow." I'd never even thought of something like that as being possible. It's like a prosthetic cock, only it works on girls too. I've regrown limbs before, could I... Oh god, the mental image of Vicky with a cock. Mustn't drool, mustn't drool...

"Sadly, it's way out of most people's price range. So I just get plenty of regulars who come in to look at it and sigh lustfully." She teases. With what I've got in my trust fund from all of my work at the hospital, I could probably... No Amy, you're not spending your life savings on a cock.

"It's impressive. Really." I turn away from it before I lose my willpower, instead looking over at a shelf that seems to be novelty items. Pills that make your skin taste like chocolate or other flavors, candies that er... Clean out your insides. "Actually... The hospital could probably use these, before some procedures."

"Way ahead of you kiddo, I sell them to the local ones sometimes." Eros smiles. "This is the one-shot stuff. Some of it's pretty nifty to have in general, but a lot of it is... Flavored to taste. These ones, for instance..." She holds up a pack of condoms, half red half blue. "Bit of a novelty thing, but any sensation the red one picks up is transferred to the blue one."

I snicker, blushing a bit. "I can't even begin to imagine... Uh... Tentacle monster in a can?" Do I even want to know?