"Oh no." Eros waves off my concerns. "Doing something like that makes you seem immature. Hanabi's right, you've got to seem confident. That's what really separates the women from the girls, being comfortable with who you are. It's why we're not covering up your bust."
She hands me a shirt, a rather plain cut that was barely my size. It's not surprising they don't have a lot that will fit me. The cut is feminine, but not designed to really accentuate my breasts, or lack thereof. If anything, it sort of smoothes over that feature, letting me look pretty regardless. "That's a big hit among traps." Hanabi smiles. "Oh! God that would be so hot. Hey, Eros, can we make Missy a trap? Pretty please?"
Something about the way she said that gave me the chills. Were those really bombs in her basket? "Not unless she asks for it." Eros replied patiently. "Though... She would be cute that way. Anyways, try this all on."
I grab the bundle of clothing, looking around for a changing room. "Come on, no need for that, this'll save time. Quickly now, and we can move on to selecting toys." Blushing, I force down my shame and begin to unbutton my shirt. It's ruffled, to hide my lack of maturity, which apparently has been part of the problem. It hits the floor momentarily, leaving me in my training bra.
"You don't have anything like inflatable bras? Cream that makes them grow quicker? Anything?" I pout, taking off the childish underwear. I wouldn't even wear it at all if not for how freaking pointy my nipples tended to get.
Cold fingers touch my chest and I jump, feeling Hanabi push herself against my back. "Why would you want to?" She teases, running the very tips of her fingers gently across every inch of exposed skin. "These look lovely, you're already getting some softness to them you know." Her breath is warm against my ear as she speaks, and I feel... Distinctly flustered.
I don't like girls, but damn does that feel good.
Ignoring her for the moment, I pop open the button of my pants, easily shimmying out of them and my plain cotton panties. No sense being shy while a near stranger is molesting me. Part of me cringes at the girlish squeak I let out when Hanabi pinches one of my nipples. "Careful, they're sensitive."
"Oh! Even better. I bet you love having them sucked." She teases. I wouldn't know.
Right, changing, got to get changed. The spider silk panties go on first, and Hanabi is completely correct. They feel deliciously soft, almost heavenly against my skin. I give a surreptitious rub, feeling only the pressure of contact and none of the friction. Hanabi must have noticed my shudder because she gives a small giggle and a chaste kiss on my neck, just behind my ear.
"Come one then." She teases, helping me throw the rest of my outfit on. The bike shorts come on first, tight but comfortable, and just long enough that they poke out an inch or so beneath the rather short skirt that goes over top. Short enough to be attractive, but the undershorts keep it from being indecent. Sort of. I imagine the view of my crotch in spandex shorts is probably good enough for some people.
"What now?" I ask, as I pull the shirt on braless. I can see the faintest outline of my nipples, but I can deal with that.
"You wanted toys, right? Anything in particular? I figure you may want to start off with a dildo or vibrator." Eros explains, dragging me over to a set of shelves. Good god she's got a lot of selection. Most of it looks custom made, each model different than the last. A small part of my brain wonders if she's tested every single one.
"A... A dildo I think." I've never done it before, but the practice couldn't hurt, right?
"Alright then... Any preferences for size? Something small might-"
"No!" I flinch at how loud my outburst was. "I mean... Uh, give me something big. I can take it." If I want people to stop treating me like a kid...
"Oh, I like her." Hanabi giggles. "Hmm... None of these are quite as big as Kenta. Do you have anything bigger?"
My eyes widen at that. These things seem huge! How big could this 'Kenta' possibly be? "We do." Dread pools in my stomach. "But they're all custom order."
Oh thank god. "How about... This-"
"This one!" God damn it Hanabi, I just met you and you're going to get me killed! She hoists one off the shelf that looks about as long and thick as my forearm. "What do you think?"
"That one actually comes with a special lubricant. It prevents any... Permanent damage due to stretching. You should probably go slow, but-"
"S-sure." I smile weakly, looking on in horror at the monstrous thing. Maybe I can use my powers to shrink it down? Make it more manageable? "That looks... Fun."
* * *
The bill came out to more than I would have liked. Apparently the ginormous dong I was roped into buying has a dozen features to it that I'm not immediately interested in. The only good part is that it apparently generates its own lubricant, once switched on. Nifty, but not enough to distract from how freaking intimidating it is.
Using my powers I stuffed it into my purse the moment I was out of the shop, and then promptly put it out of my mind. I had other stuff to do today, and a part of me just wanted to put it away and forget about it as a very expensive mistake.
So I did, for most of the day, until I went into the PRT headquarters for work.
"Hey everyone." I smiled, stepping into the lounge area. Remembering what Hanabi said, I paid no extra attention to Dean. Her advice had been rather simple. 'Pretend he's not important, unless he pays attention to you, or compliments you. Then he gets the smiles and hugs. Got to reward good behavior.' I wasn't sure it'd work on Dean, given his ability to detect emotions, but it was worth a shot.
"What's with the new outfit tiny-tits?" Oh god damn it, fuck off Sophiaaaaah? She's smiling? And not the, 'I'm going to fuck your day up' smile either. It's one of those smiles I tend to wear after getting a 'good job' hug from Gallant. What happened to her?
"What the hell happened to you, Sophia?" Dennis saves me the trouble of asking, staring at the girl like she's grown another head. Sophia doesn't even snap at him, or even offer an insult, instead just sort of bouncing with positive energy. "You look like you're in love or something." He pauses. "Or got laid."
The next few minutes involve me smacking Dennis over the back of the head while Chris tries to clear the soda out of his nose. "Alright, settle down." Aegis and Gallant come in a moment later in full costume. I notice Gallant glance in my direction, and I smile softly but don't react otherwise. If he wants to come compliment me, that's fine too.
"Shadow Stalker, you're with Gallant tonight." Don't pout Missy, don't pout. I spare a look at Sophia, who rolls her eyes at me. Yeah, no competition there at least.
"I'm with Kid Win. Has anyone seen Browbeat?" Aegis continues.
"Home with a sick mum." Chris reports.
"Right. Clockblocker, your suspension-" Dennis perks up briefly. "Continues. You're on dispatch. Vista, sorry but with Browbeat out it looks like you're on reserve. Just hang out here until someone calls for you."
I sag a bit at that, trying not to look too put out. Surprisingly it's Sophia that comes over to me first. "Hey, don't get too down. I'd swap with you in a heart-beat, but them's the breaks."
"Yeah yeah. Try not to enjoy yourself too much." I grumble.
"The opposite to you kid." She teases back, heading into the changing areas. I'm not sure what to think about this Sophia.
A few hours into patrol and I'm bored out of my mind. I can't stop thinking about what's going on out there. Gallant beating up thugs, muscles flexing, adrenaline pumping... Dashing in to rescue a distressed Shadow Stalker under the pale streetlights. Or hitting her with one of his beams and driving her into a passionate frenzy.
"Gah!" I shake the mental image out of my mind, knowing it's completely absurd. Gallant's powers don't really work that way, do they? "Hey Dennis, I'll be in the spare room, if you need me." I really hope he doesn't.
Shutting and locking the door behind me, I fish around in my purse for the item in question. It's rather small in its compressed form, almost tame for a sex toy. Almost. It still looks like it could split me open.
Holding it up, I inspect the level of detail on it. Is this what Dean's would look like? Running my fingers along the smooth length, it's warm and kind of soothing to trace the fake vein the runs along the underside.
Should I?
I give the tip a lick, just a flick with my light pink tongue. It doesn't taste like anything, really, which isn't a surprise. I've never given a blowjob, but I've thought about it a lot. Guys love it, I've heard, and it seems like it would be fun to do. The sounds they'd make as they enjoyed my body, the level of control it'd give me over their passion.
Before I know it, I've got almost half the thing's shrunken size in my mouth. It's not an easy fit, and once again I'm a bit frustrated at my small size and stature. Finding the switch on the back of the toy is simple, and flipping it causes the toy to heat up and take on an almost sweet flavor. I'm not sure the lube is edible, but it must be to taste this good.
I push further, and the tip of the toy touches the back of my throat. It's times like this I wish my powers worked around people, and I could just make my mouth as big as I needed. Taking a deep breath I push forwards again, feeling the thicker head actually pop into my throat. My eyes water as I struggle not to gag, forcing down the reflex as I adjust to the new sensation.
It feels... wonderful, and I immediately want more. The toy slides forwards, and I shudder, free hand balling in the covers of the bed as I squirm uselessly in place. It's deep, sliding down into my throat until my lips bump against the thicker base. I'm doing it, I'm deep throating a cock like a slut. Better than most 'big girls' could.
Can Vicky do something like this? I mentally taunt, feeling a ping of euphoria at the thought. I can probably go bigger.
I pull off of it, sucking in a deep breath as I kiss and lick at the shaft, feeling my arousal spike as I let some of my control go, allowing the shaft to thicken and lengthen until it's nearly nine inches long. Where before I was intimidated, now it looks almost delicious. My head rocks forwards again as my hand holds it in place, and I feel the much thicker head bump against my throat in a eye-watering way.
My free hand shoves itself into my tight shorts, and I spare a momentary thought at how convenient they are. Fingers find my crotch, above my new silk panties, and begin to rub in slow sensuous motions. I must be soaked, but the panties trap the water slick against my skin. The lack of friction is as deliciously aggravating as Hanabi described.
The head pops into my throat and I lose myself once more to the sensation of fullness as my throat relaxes and expands. I wish I could see it, to know if my neck was bulging out obscenely, would that be attractive? Would that make Dean spill his load down my throat?
How much would he shoot, I wonder. Would it be a bellyful? Maybe when he's on the outs with Vicky, he'd spill a whole week's worth of pent up lust inside me, and I'd take it with a smile. I shudder as the fake cock cuts off my air, and hold my breath until my eyes roll back.
The noises it makes when I pull it free of my throat are nothing but lewd, the wet gurgle and pop as I heave great lungfuls of air into my modestly endowed chest. I throw the cock to the side, hoisting up my shirt to maul at my nipples with my free hand, even as I continue to molest my tight little slit.
I want it inside me.
Rolling over, I climb up to my knees and pick up the slobber covered toy, shrinking it down to a more reasonable size. My shorts come down to my knees, and with them my panties, practically dripping with my own shameful arousal. If anyone walked in right now, and saw me kneeling here, nude from the waist down, dripping and wanting and oh so tempting...
Hanabi was right, this feels amazing. This confidence that I am sexy, and attractive... I lower myself down, sliding the tip of the toy into my waiting snatch. It pushes in easily enough, for the first inch or so. Beyond that it's a struggle, but one I'm determined to win.
There's nothing to obstruct the path, being a super hero is enough to have removed that issue a long time ago, but I'm still young and tight. Probably wonderfully so. Still, I push on, slowly lowering myself down onto the toy as I stifle a moan.
My hands reach up to my breasts, rubbing and pinching at my nipples as I rock back and forth on the toy below me, inch by inch it slowly slides further in, reaching deeper and deeper until at last it finally bottoms out.
It's not enough, though. I can take more, I'm certain of it. Realistically, I know it's unlikely I'd ever have to take more than this, but it feels so good. The stretching feeling, the way it bumps against places my fingers could never reach. I want it thicker, I want it longer, I want to shove the whole thing inside of me if I can.
I slowly relax my powers, feeling the toy begin to shift and grow little by little towards its original size. The ache of being stretched open is wonderful, a slow sort of pleasure that sends shots of lightning up my spine. I let out a low throaty moan, a big difference from the usual girlish squeak I'm used to hearing whenever I'd tweak my own nipples or pinch at my clit.
As the cock nears the nine inch mark I begin to lose my focus, my hips bucking and grinding wildly against the toy as it fills me more than I ever thought it could. It's wonderful and all encompassing. My hair must be a mess, the light makeup I'd applied must be running all over my face from the sweet tears I've shed. I'm drooling, I know it, but I cannot stop.
I lean forwards, catching the edge of the toy against the bed and bucking my hips against it, fucking myself roughly on the toy as I grasp the covers for dear life. My narrow hips bounce up and down, me 'loli-butt' as Hanabi put it, on full display as I take a cock far too big for a girl my size. Trembling, I bite down hard on the covers as it finally hits me.
A climax unlike any I'd ever experienced in my life washes over me. My vision fades for a moment as I black out, my muscles seizing like I've been struck by lightning, and my toes curl with such intensity I fear they'll fall off.
All the while my mind is awash in pleasure as I clamp down hard on the toy inside me. I can think of nothing else, simply imagining being filled up by load after load of cum until I bloat out like— The train of thought derails as I lose control of my powers for a brief moment. One moment I'm enjoying the best orgasm of my life, and the next the toy expands almost instantaneously to its full size.
