And then she brought them down on top of him, and I watched in horror as the impact simply made him vanish. One moment he was nearly about to slam into Allison, the next moment there was a large stain that was partly identifiable as a person from the chunks that were large enough to identify. A figure dashing past with a laugh alerted me to the fact that Jennifer had charged the remaining four, but before I could say a word, Allison grunted, "Shirt's too tight."
With a quiet *shriiip* she pulled her overly-stretched shirt off along with her bra and tossed them aside, before turning to say something to me, but I momentarily lost focus at seeing her breasts, which had somehow swelled to the size of bowling balls! I just stared for a long moment, blushing, before realising that Allison was speaking to me, "Huh? What?"
Allison frowned as I saw Jennifer had grabbed one of them and with a flex of her large, muscular arms, crushed the man's head before tossing him into a wall for good measure. Two more bodies lay unmoving on the ground as Allison repeated herself, "I was just wondering, if you can, like, remove this when we're done playing with these fuckers?"
Playing? They were playing? Still, I wanted to know myself and instead of gathering my power and pushing, I instead gathered my power and pulled, just as Jennifer finished beating the last guy to a pile of bloody, pulverised meat, and walked over with a happy, no, an aroused and pleased smile on her face. I didn't miss the way her pussy was dripping between swollen labia and a twitching clit as I continued to pull, watching as with a small sigh, my two friends began to slowly shrink back to normal, muscles shrinking and sinking back down and their height dropped lower and lower until they were back to normal, except that chubby Allison was now toned and fit with large C-Cup breasts and Jennifer, who had been an early bloomer, had gone from her own C-Cup to a pair of perky D-Cups.
Then Jennifer's smiling face became horrified as she looked back at the carnage, "Wha? How...Did I do all of that?" She looked at me, her eyes filled with some kind of terrible realisation, "I...I knew what I was doing, I did all of that...but I liked it. No...I loved it!"
Allison herself was also realising something as well, before Jennifer retched and began puking. I stared at them as Allison broke down into tears and Jennifer kept puking onto the street.
It was at that moment that a police car came up to the street and I saw my Mom rush out of the car towards us.
And I knew that things in my life were going to be far, far more complicated.
Chapter 1
We were in therapy for a few weeks after that night. Well, I was in there for about five days, because while I was the source of my friend's transformations, I had recovered surprisingly well. Jennifer and Allison hadn't fared so well and it was a while before things got back to as normal as it could be when you had the power to turn people into hulking sociopaths capable of pulping fully-grown men with single punches and kicks.
The PRT had stopped by to visit from Denver about this incident. New triggers in my hometown were fairly rare, so this warranted having the Denver PRT and Protectorate dropping by for a visit after school let out and Mom picked me up. As the school vanished, she spoke up, idly rubbing her temple near one of her vestigial horns, "We're not heading home. PRT wants to interview you at the station. Chances are, they're going to offer you a spot in the Wards."
I blinked, "Really? Why? I mean, turning people into super-powered sociopaths doesn't exactly sound heroic."
"Neither is turning into a demonic creature, which is why I want you to insist on having your powers tested and put on record instead," Mom replied, "You're a good girl, so I know you won't try and do anything villainous with these powers, but there's no telling what could happen in the future. Someone could coerce you or a Master could control you, so having your powers on record will at least let the Protectorate do their job better."
"I guess that makes sense," And it did, so I focused on my hands. I had taken to wearing gloves after a few near-misses coming into contact with some of the female teachers and students at school, and y control over my new power was semi-reliable. I needed practice but the only way I could practice was if I had a teenager or woman willing to become a sociopathic killer for extended periods of time.
At least I knew my powers couldn't affect guys; the one jock I had bumped into and accidentally pushed my power into had become violently ill for several minutes. He deserved it, the bastard was a major bully and a sudden bout of violent mysterious illness would hopefully teach him a lesson.
If not, I could make him sick again. The thought made me giggle and Mom looked over at me, "Something funny, honey?"
"Just trying to imagine what sort of hero I could be with this power, and so far it's all looking pretty goofy." We both shared a laugh as I realized that yes, trying to make a bright and cheerful look for my power just wouldn't work. Heck, I'd need to find someone trustworthy enough if I even wanted to be a villain with these powers, just so they didn't turn on me.
But what if my power was addictive? Jennifer and Allison had both been orgasming pretty hard during their transformations, so what if someone kept wanting more from me and became violent when they couldn't get it?
I kept silent about this thought as we arrive at the police station, Mom turning to me, "Ready for this?"
I shook my head, "No."
She smiles, "That's what I told the person who brought me to my PRT interview." Opening the door, she waits patiently as I gather my nerves and exit the car. Grabbing her hand made me feel better as we entered and the officer on desk duty waved us into the back, "They're waiting for you with the Captain."
"Thanks Josh," Mom replied as she lead me through the station into the areas where the officers did paperwork and took statements from people, before arriving in front of an office and knocking on the door.
There was a momentary pause before a voice called out, "Come in!" My heart was pounding as Mom opened the door and gently tugged me inside; would I get arrested? Would I have a choice to stay out of the Wards and just accept Protectorate help in practicing my power?
I relaxed as I saw which hero was present for this: Starshot was the Denver Protectorate's leader and as big a hero as they came in the state and he was also pretty good for marketing with his two-toned and star-spangled suit and visor over his eyes. I suppressed a blush at the fact that I had just momentarily checked out a man over a decade older than me, but the fact remained that Starshot was hot before my eyes spotted two more surprises.
"Jen? Ally?" I blinked in shock at seeing my best friends seated near Starshot, and with a smile Allison waved at me while Jennifer simply grinned as I pointed at them, "What are you two doing here?"
"That actually has to do with why you're here," Oh dear god, even Starshot's voice sounded sexy as I forced myself to pay attention, "I'm here on behalf of the Protectorate and PRT to organise a temporary move over to our Denver headquarters to help you test your powers, all government-compensated of course."
"Sergeant, this is being counted as a seconding to the PRT for records, they'll be paying you while you are in Denver," I took a seat between Jennifer and Allison, noticing their parents nearby along with a woman in a suit who must be from the PRT, but I ignored that in favor of speaking to my friends.
"So where have you two been? I haven't seen you in weeks!" You whisper to them as the adults start talking in earnest. Jennifer winces a little at the question.
"Actually, we just came back from Denver, the PRT and Protectorate were making sure what you did to us wasn't harmful." My head dropped as Jennifer grabbed my gloved hands, "Wait, that came out wrong. They were just worried that's all, you aren't in trouble, it's just that powers like yours made them nervous."
"I turned you two in murderous sociopaths," I whispered back in reply, "I'm pretty sure they were more than 'nervous' if they took you two to Denver."
"Well, we're okay," Allison cut in, "Turns out, it was your power messing with our heads while we were...bulked up, they were more worried about it being addictive." Funny, they thought the same thing I just did.
"Was it?" I asked. This was important, if I wanted to even consider using my powers for any reason, I had to know the answer to this question.
Jennifer nodded along with Allison as she explained, "It felt good Val, like really good. We felt so damn powerful, like nothing could stop us."
I grimaced, "Wonderful, so I just made my best friends badly addicted to a power that makes them into possible murderers."
"Actually they said that we're suffering from a light addiction, but yeah, repeated exposure or putting in even more power than what you gave us would addict someone to you pretty heavily." Jennifer explained with an embarrassed smile, "Hell of a power, huh?"
I grimaced, "I had better have some kind of Master ability to go with this, otherwise this just sucks..."
Allison and Jennifer simply held my hands reassuringly, and even through my gloves I could feel the connection forming between them and my power. It didn't make me feel better.
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The trip to Denver would happen in three days, due to the need to arrange secure transport, and on the drive back Mom looked at me, "You're worried about your powers."
"Wouldn't you be, if you could make people addicted to becoming sociopathic killers?" I asked none too kindly as the car drove down the road, "I just wish I had more control so I won't use gloves as a crutch."
"It is not a crutch if it helps shield others from a slip in control. A good shield is as effective as any sword." Yeah, my Mom didn't have much in the way of memories of her past, but what she could recall vividly was fighting in some kind of gladiatorial arena, against other humans and against monstrous beasts before she arrived on Earth-Bet.
"Yeah, well, it's not like I can ask someone to help me practice my powers," I shook my head with a rueful smile, "I can just see the conversation. Oh hey, do you want to help me practice my powers? You might become addicted to being transformed into a sociopathic Brute but at least you'll help me get my powers under control."
I shook my head, "Yeah, that would go down well." The car turned down into my street and I blinked as we drove up to our house, and I saw Jennifer and Allison on the front porch, the two of them turning and waving as they spotted me.
Frowning slightly, I exited the car and walked up to them, "What are you two doing here?"
"We felt kinda bad about you," Allison explained, "So we decided that we were going to help you practice your powers before the trip to Denver."
I blinked, "You do remember that being exposed to my power is addictive right? You told me yourselves!" I shook my head, "I can't risk you two going wild and killing someone before I can turn you back to normal!"
"That's why we're here, to ask your Mom to be a chaperone," Jennifer replied, "She's a high-level Brute right? That means she can keep us in line and act as a sparring partner." I gaped at her.
Then I heard my Mom make a thoughtful noise as she drew up alongside me, her tail wagging slightly, "That idea does have merit. I'll have to borrow some of your father's medical supplies, but I see no problem in aiding these two in perfecting your control."
"Mom! What if they hurt you? They didn't hold back when my power was affecting them!"
Mom smiled, "Neither do I when I am at my full power. I can handle your friends and it has been a while since I've fully transformed." She patted my shoulder, "Don't worry Valerie, it will be fine."
"I hope so."
"Right then," Mom motioned to the door, "Let us get some snacks and I will call your father. After that, I will take the three of you to a private place where you can practice without interruption."
As I followed my mother and best friends into the house, I couldn't help but feel a little excited.
Who knows? Maybe this would be fun?
The Breeder
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UrbanWaste (Original Poster)
Posted on 9th March, 2011
Okay, you've seen my videos of me exploring places, and you know I am not the kind of person to be bullshitting people. So believe me when I say that I found something freaky the other day. I found a DVD, containing video files, with my RL name on it, from someone calling themselves 'The Breeder', and being the curious idiot that I am, I took it home and play the videos on a spare computer I have for this purpose.
They containing what had to be the freakiest shit I had ever seen, especially when I realised that this 'Breeder' is some kind of cape like Nilbog.
I've made a dropbox so you can download the videos HERE and if you get your rocks off, fine, but let the authorities handle this.
EDIT: Looks like this is going to a regular thing now. I just found another disk while I was out doing urban exploration. I've updated the dropbox and will keep doing so for as long as I keep getting disks. And no, I'm not copying the messages, they're kinda personal now.
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Feeling curious and not wanting to read the thread fully just yet, they clicked on the drop box and found a staggering number of videos, before downloading the chronological first video and began to play it.
The video opened to reveal an attractive teenage girl with bright blonde hair streaked with red stripes, naked except for a gasmask over her face, her hands bound to a set of chains in the ceiling, and after a few seconds of inactivity, the camera view shifted to a close-up of her breasts and abdomen as she hung limply, seemingly comatose, before switching to the previous view, the only movement being the girl limply swaying inside a featureless concrete cell, lit only by harsh flourescent lights that buzzed lowly.
