She slips a finger beneath her glasses to rub the tears from her eyes and looks at me, considering, for a second, then shrugs. Her fingers encircle my cock while she settles herself lower onto the floor and angles my cock towards her face. Her first strokes are slow, tentative, but she picks up the pace almost immediately and begins jacking me off hard. It doesn't take long for my orgasm to build again, and I grunt loudly as it hits me.

My cock erupts, firing a rope of cum across her cheek and into her curls. A second splashes onto her nose and glasses, and I groan again as a third lands across her faintly smiling lips. "Fuck," I pant as my spasming cock continues to drip a pearly glaze over her mouth and chin while her strokes slow to a stop. She looks up at me, face lathered with my spunk.

"Want me to do anything else?" she asks.

I slouch back. "No. Wait, yes. Lick me clean, then put my cock away."

She goes straight to work, licking at my slowly-softening cock with her tongue, collecting the cum from my shaft and swallowing it without question. She spends a solid minute ministering to me until she's satisfied I'm clean, then tucks my flaccid cock back into my pants and zips me up.

She clambers back up into her seat beside me and looks around the bus. People didn't giver her a second glance when she was just a girl giving the nice man a blowjob, but now she's just the girl sitting next to the nice man people are noticing the white cum splattered across her face and the fact that she's sitting there in just her bra. Whispers and mutters sussurate up and down the bus, and I catch more than a few mentions of `that poor man'.

I grin. I swear, my power was designed to make people into assholes. Still, let's not be too harsh. I push her sweater and shirt back into her hands. "Taylor, get yourself dressed."

"Oh yeah," she says. "It's probably cold outside, even if I feel pretty warm at the moment." She smiles at me, cum stringing from her lips. "Thanks, it's nice that someone is looking out for me." She pulls her sweater and shirt on at the same time. The shirt wipes most of the cum from her face, but she still has a glistening streak on her cheek and her sweater has a few telltale stains around the bottom. But still, nothing that can't be washed off.

I pat her on the shoulder and stand up, moving into the aisle. I'll skip off at the next stop. By the time she has her wits together to put two and two together and be outraged, I'll be long gone. And even if she found me after, she wouldn't do anything.

"Hey, I always stand up for people like you Taylor. After all, I'm just a nice guy."

Bonesaw's Clinic

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I rolled up the ramp to the doorway of the building. Well, sort of building anyway. The inside was supposed to have reinforced concrete walls, and elevators, and stairs, and enough power to drive whatever medical machinery was in there, but from where I was sitting it resembled a 4 story tent.

They did only put it up a week ago. And it was going to be gone in the next week anyway.

It's still fucking scary. This was motherfucking Bonesaw I was going to for help after all. She and Panacea had been on rotation through the various dimensions that survived Scion's wrath.

Heh. Kinda hard to even comprehend what happened. Both the fact that the apocalypse had occurred at the hands of a demigod, and the fact that we lowly humans had somehow managed to bring down said demigod. The details on how exactly that happened were still fuzzy though. 5 months wasn't enough to clear it up.

I must have sat there just outside the sliding door's sensors for at least 3 minutes. I told myself that I would fucking do this. I had to.

Sure, Riley (apparently that was her birth name) had been true to her word thus far. Objectively speaking, she's saved thousands of lives so far. She'd helped outfit various medical outposts with enough tech and supplies to last for at least two years before running low, and she'd personally handled some of the more nasty cases right after the golden cocksucker himself had been taken down, and there were zero instances reported of her reverting to her old habits.

She wasn't a topic that you wanted to bring up in any setting; that was just asking for heated arguments and general trouble. On the one hand, lives saved, medical advances, she was a forcefully conscripted child soldier in the Nine, yadda yadda. So, yeah, you could make her seem less scary.

On the other, there were a few leaked images of some of her earlier work. What she did to people. Not easily forgotten.

The way I looked at it, she was no different than any other person. All you had to do was look towards the dusty corners of history, and you'd find some real fucking monsters there too. Ones that didn't have powers. Riley was simply more efficient in that sense.

I shifted in my seat a bit, and looked down, trying to work up the courage to enter once more.

The day that Scion showed up, I was walking back to my car from the beach. People everywhere, simply enjoying a sunny day. Scion popped into existence, and started glassing the fucking place. He took one long sweep, and he probably killed everyone who was on the sand for 10 miles. I luckily happened to be at the other side when he started, so I had some time to start running, along with most people around me.

There was a kid who fell down. I didn't know the kid, didn't know the mother who was screaming incoherently at the time. I don't know why I did it, but I turned around. I ran back, picked up the kid and used all my strength to toss the little fucker as far as I could out of the path of the oncoming beam, before trying to scramble out of the way myself.

I didn't feel the pain at first. It happened too quickly for my brain to process. The edge of the beam caught me trying to dive out of the way. A clean, instantly cauterized bisection from the top of my left hip to about a third of the way down my right femur. I probably went into shock immediately.

I remembered waking up in a hospital bed later. I had no idea how the fuck I'd survived, but I certainly wasn't in one piece. It took me a while to realize through the horrible pain, and the fuzziness of the morphine trying to combat said pain, that I didn't just lose my legs.

The golden fuck castrated me.

I'd started taking some antidepressants to deal with that fact. They helped for a while. I kept myself busy, trying to find different things to help out with. Building a bastardized server system out of the computer parts that survived, trying to play quartermaster and keep track of supplies, that sort of thing.

Just finding shit to do.

The antidepressants helped at first. They gave me energy. Let me carry myself a little straighter in the wheelchair.

They just had a pretty severe drawback. I'd lose several minutes at a time here and there with no fucking memory at all of what I was doing.

Last week it happened again. Except this time, my sister caught autopilot-me after I jammed a hunting knife into my wrist, and right before I tried to rake it down violently. Fucked up part is I didn't even remember it.

So here I was, about to talk to Riley herself. She'd extended the open invitation wherever she went, but understandably, most people preferred to visit the medical staff she'd trained rather than talk to the girl herself. The only ones who went to her personally were the really desperate motherfuckers.

Like me.

Now or never. `The coward dies a thousand deaths' and all that.

I rolled in.

I waited in the main room for a few minutes at the request of the nurse and the full platoon of armed guards there. She asked me a few basic questions about why I was there, and helped me fill out a form and such, all that jazz. She also made me sign in triplicate the fact that I knewwhat kind of help I was asking for. She tried to hide it along with the guards, but I could tell that they still feared the girl. Honestly who wouldn't?

After about 15 minutes I was wheeled up to Riley's office. Like the rest of the building I'd seen so far, it was very spartan.

The second I entered her office, she popped out of her chair, and walked over to me, smiling brightly. The nurse handed her the forms, before leaving as quickly as she could without being rude.

She was still fairly short for someone who could stand, and looked to be 14, maybe 15 max. Her hair was a dirty blonde color, and was tied back in a ponytail with a few stray curls hanging down behind her ears. She wore a lab coat over a t-shirt with some cartoons I didn't recognize on it, and a pair of jeans.

"Dr. Riley, general practitioner/surgeon/biotinker at your service! How shall I be helping you this evening?" she said with a smile and an extended hand.

I hesitated a moment, but shook it. "Nice to meet you. Name's Dominic. I was hoping to possibly get out of here with a new pair of legs." Her grip was far stronger than it should have been given her size. I felt my heart rate increase a bit.

"Right!" She looked over the paperwork again. "And you want your penis back too I'm guessing?"

I chuckled despite how scared I was. "Yeah that'd be nice too."

"Alrighty then. If you'd follow me?"

I rolled along beside her towards another room down the hallway. This room was actually quite huge; I'd estimated it to be roughly 3 times the size of the main waiting room, and the walls were lined with all manner of machinery whose purposes I could barely even guess at.

She pointed me towards a table located near the center of the room.

"Lay down on that if you can, and take off everything you're wearing, and put whatever you have in your pockets in that bin next to you. If need any help, give a shout!"

I rolled over to the table, and hoisted myself up onto it, removing my shirt and the items in its pockets.

Riley came back over with an IV and a vital monitoring rig, and cleaned a spot on my arm to insert the drip. She then placed an oxygen mask over my face.

"I'm about to put you under Dominic. You'll be fine, I promise. And when you wake up you'll have a new lower body! But before that, let's double check a few things. How tall were you?"

"5'10"" I replied, truthfully.

"Mhmm, and what size shoe did you wear?"

"Uhhh...size 9.5 (US size system)"

"Alrighty. And were you a righty or a lefty with your feet?"

"Right-footed."

"Oke-day! I'm starting the knockout juice. Count backwards by 4 from 100 for me, kay?"

"A hundred, ninety-six, ninety-two, eighty-eight, eighty-four, eighty, seventy s-"

* * *

I felt extremely dizzy and unaware as I started to open my eyes and blink. My mouth felt dry. I tried to sit up, but my muscles were having trouble responding. One the plus side, I looked down towards my lower body and holy motherfucking christ on a cracker I had legs again! And I could feel them, even if only slightly! And I had a dick again! FUCK YES! I tilted my head to try to get a better look at it. From what I could tell, Riley was generous with the reconstruction.

Still, I was bothered by the various electrodes I felt attached to my temples. The wires protruding from the base of my brand new dick were also worrisome. They continued outward, and seemed like they might connect to something underneath the table I was laying on. Hopefully Riley would tell me what the fuck that was about soon.

I turned my head to say something, and found Riley sitting in a chair wearing some sort of helmet. She was slumped over to one side, clearly asleep. I started to fucking panic.

"Oh good, you're awake. Tell me, how do you feel?"

I snapped my head over to the sound of the voice, and saw Riley standing there. Wait, no. Not Riley....at least I didn't think so? The fuck?

"What the hell is going on here?" I asked.

"Oh, right, this," she said, gesturing to herself. "Long story short, during my time Jack Slash, that fucking asswipe, I made a lot of changes to myself. I was pretty much all machine from the collarbone down. After I left the Nine, and stopped being completely terrible, I started to think about what I'd by missing out on by becoming little miss terminator. I could reverse a lot of those changes, that'd take a ton of time. So instead, I made this!"

She gestured to herself once more.

"I basically extrapolated what I would look like at age 20 if I hadn't been recruited by serial killers, and grew up with a steady diet and exercise, with all my internal organs and systems and the like intact! The real me is asleep over there, and I'm piloting this body, experiencing everything as if it were my original."

WELL THEN. That was only extremely disturbing. I looked over the 20-year-old version of Riley standing next to me.

"Whatcha think?" she asked, as she did a little spin.

She was gorgeous. Like solid 9/10 material. She was slender, with shapely legs and a firm ass, and a what looked like a C-cup pair of tits to boot. She also altered her voice to be a tad lower, with a husky undertone to it.

"Damn....you, uh, did a really good job?"

"I like to think so. Welp, now for the fun part."

What the fuck. Now I was really starting to get scared.

"Uh, come again?"

"Basically I had to build you a new set of genitals from scratch, so in order for them to get to full working capacity, they're gonna need a bit of a jumpstart. First things first, no pain?"

I tried to wiggle around a little bit, testing for uncomfortability. Still couldn't move all that much.

"No, not that I can tell."

"Excellent!" she said as she started removing her lab coat and shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra.

She walked over to the IV and started feeding a different solution into my bloodstream. This one felt strange, like some sort of jello like substance was moving through my arm and outward over my body. I felt whatever it was start pooling around my groin after about a dozen seconds.

While I was still unable to move my limbs properly, I felt my heart rate settle down a bit, and some of the tension leave my back and shoulders. The sensation was starting to become quite enjoyable.

"What did you just hit me with?" I asked her tentatively.

She elected to respond to that question by grabbing hold of my new cock. She started stroking it and holy fuck that feels far more amazing than it has any right to what the hell.

Riley giggled. "I trust you figured out part of what that was now?" she said as she began to take her pants off.

She wasn't sporting any underwear either. If I wasn't at full mast before, I certainly was now.

Riley let go of my cock and stood up straight. "Now for the really fun part," she said as she pressed a button on the underside of the table. She stepped back a few feet as the table rotated forwards slightly. I felt a completely fucking alien sensation around my dick; somehow, it almost felt like I had three of them instead of one, but my eyes told me that wasn't the case.