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feeder86 · 2 years ago

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The Feeders’ Foreplay

“You’re late,” stated the most attractive man Levi had ever seen as he opened the door to the uptown, grotesquely lavish apartment.

It took Levi a couple of seconds to swallow the wave of arousal upon seeing his hook-up in real life. Viewing the pictures on the app was one thing, but in person, Jac had a whole new level of sex appeal; maybe more than any other man alive.

“I’m so sorry,” Levi stuttered, already sensing that the role play had started, judging by the harsh and stern way Jac was looking at him. “There were roadworks on 45th Street; burst water pipes, or something. The bus had to go around.” He stepped inside; his hardness already very substantial just by simply standing next to Jac.

“It makes no difference to me,” Jac finally relented. “It won’t affect my schedule. Although, it does mean that you just missed one of my transformations; a rather disgusting, skinny postal worker, now a deliciously oversized, blubbery monster!” he smiled with pride.

Levi sucked in hard, trying to control his arousal. He didn’t know that the role play would start this quickly, but he was glad that it had. Jac had been such a smooth talker since they had begun messaging a couple of days ago; not dropping out of character once. He claimed to have mercilessly fattened thousands of guys to outrageous sizes and spoke with such detail about the changes that he found so incredibly satisfying to observe.

Until about six months ago, Levi had always considered himself to be a feeder. He’d dated and fed quite a few fat guys in his time, although he didn’t ever have quite the imagination for role play; nor the natural affinity for domination like Jac did. He’d gained a little weight over the holidays last year; the fresh fat sitting over his six pack and arousing him more than he ever thought it would. He’d started to chat to other feeders; allowed himself to be encouraged by them, in much the same way as he had done in the past. Now he was thirty pounds heavier than he had ever been in his life, with a little round belly on him that gave him more kinky satisfation than he could ever have imagined. He lifted off his shirt, and allowed Jac to see the small little belly that he had developed, tapping it at the side to show him that it was genuinely quite soft. “Fatten me into one of your piggy boys!” he growled with lust.

Levi had only been fed by one other feeder before. It had been a new experience, having been stuffed to the brim with food until his stomach was rather painful. He remembered feeling incredibly uncomfortable on the bus ride home, despite the fact that climaxing at that level of fullness had been the most erotic thing he had ever experienced. Now he was definitely ready to do it again, feeling a desperate desire to impress the beautiful guy he had just met for the first time. He followed Jac through the apartment, gasping as he saw the amazing view through the windows, hardly able to comprehend his luck that he was even standing in one of these multi-million dollar penthouses. Was he really being led to the bedroom already?

Jac stood at the door, barring Levi’s entrance. “Take your pants off before you come in here,” he ordered; his tone suggesting that there was no room for compromise, nor that Jac would be dropping his dominant demeanor anytime soon.

“Yes, sir!” Levi grinned, eager to submit as he kicked off his shoes and removed his pants, along with his underwear. He’d always been proud of the size of his penis. It was something all guys commented on, and he stood there, decidedly erect, waiting for Jac to comment.

Jac merely glanced down and gave the briefest of scoffs. “I’ve got other boys in here,” Jac grinned. “I’m going to fatten them, just like I am you.” With that, he gave Levi’s plush little paunch a poke, spiking his arousal even more.

Levi moaned with pleasure. “I can’t wait to be your fat little piggy!” he declared, just as Jac leaned in for a kiss; their hands sliding all over each other. Then, with a kick of Jac’s foot, the door swung open, revealing the concealed room at last.

It was the smell that hit Levi first; the stale sweat of a gym changing room. Blackout blinds covered the windows, meaning that the large, otherwise empty space was lit only from a single bulb above. In the two furthest corners of the room, two handsome and built men sat on their knees, chained to the wall. One of them even had a ball gag in his mouth, looking up only briefly, before lowering his head once more.

“Run! Get out of here!” the other guy in the corner called out as Levi walked in with Jac. “Have you eaten anything yet? He’s going to fatten you like he did the others!”

Levi’s pulse raised even further. This whole role play was even kinkier than he had expected. He had no idea that there would be others getting involved. All the while, Levi kept on grinning with enthusiasm, despite feeling that the other guy was perhaps taking it a little far with the shouting.

In the very middle of the room, Jac kissed him fiercely in front of the other two men, as if to assert his dominance. “I’ve saved you a spot just over here…” the sexy guy whispered, pointing at a set of chains that were screwed tightly into the corner of the room. He turned to the guy in the corner, still shouting at Levi to leave, zoning in on him, his gaze silencing the noisy man immediately. “Will, Will, Will…” Jac tutted. “Anyone would think you didn’t love me, going on like this!”

The man, who Levi now knew as Will, nodded his head, as if suddenly captivated by the beauty of Jac. “I love you…” he nodded slowly. “I love you so much!”

“I know you do,” Jac agreed, smirking as if he was holding back a laugh. He stepped forward, pulling the good looking guy into his crotch. There, Will moaned with lust, mouth agape, breathing in the scent of his master, looking decidely desperate to suck the dick that was hidden underneath Jac’s clothes.

Following Jac, once Will had been pacified, Levi slipped down onto his knees, copying the two other men in the room; allowing the sexy dominant to quietly cuff him.

“Good boy!” Jac smiled, looking down at Levi, now in his rightful place. “Are you hungry, little piggy?” he asked, rubbing the guy’s head and messing up his hair as another display of his total control over him, pulling his head into his crotch in much the same way as he had Will moments earlier.

“I’m starving!” Levi nodded, adding as much enthusiasm as he could, considering how much the other guys were all going for it.

Just behind the door, sat a small plate with a delicious looking cream cake. Levi licked his lips theatrically as Jac brought it towards him. “I prepared it just for you!” Jac declared, sitting it down on the floor in front of the naked Levi.

“Don’t eat that…” the other guy mumbled, as if not quite able to think clearly, but still trying hard.

“Dig in, Piggy!” Jac ordered, stepping back and allowing Levi to brace himself on all fours, something Levi was just about able to do given the sufficient slack on the chains. From there, he threw his mouth down straight onto it and gorged upon it in a way that he hoped Jac would find kinky and arousing. He licked around his mouth and could just about reach his nose to slide the mess onto his nose and suck it clean. “Good boy!” Jac laughed. “You did the right thing.”

Levi smiled, feeling that he would have done anything for Jac; absolutely anything in the world. He’d never met anyone like him before, and knew that he never would again. But suddenly, Jac was leaving the room, as if he had lost interest in an instant. The door closed and Levi was left feeling a little disorientated, chained as he was to the wall. “Where’s he gone?” he asked the only other person who was able to speak to him.

“He…” the guy tried to reply, sounding hungover, before losing track entirely and falling silent.

Levi waited patiently, still feeling an incredible sense of eroticism for the scenario that he was in. He looked over at the other guys in there with him, admiring their fit, toned bodies. For that, Levi felt a small spike of jealousy. Although he had decided to give into his gaining urges for the past few months, Levi knew he wouldn’t keep at it for long. Before the summer ended, he planned to start a big cut and get back in shape. This belly, as cute as it was, was not going to be a permanent fixture, that was for sure. He wasn’t quite ready to lose himself entirely to these kinks of his.

After fifteen minutes or so, Levi heard voices once more, coming from somewhere in the apartment. “Here comes another one,” the guy in the corner mumbled, apparently waking up a little more than before. “Every hour a new one of us arrives!”

Even the other man in the corner looked up as the door opened and Jac walked in with a new person by his side. Levi recognised him right away as Harry, a guy he’d spoken to many times online. Undressed and naked, he followed Jac into the room, much like Levi only half an hour earlier; his erection just as solid as Levi’s was now upon seeing Jac once more. Although slightly shorter in real life than Levi had pictured him, Harry was a beautifully toned and handsome guy, with a wicked way with words when he’d encouraged Levi to overeat whilst they had been online together in the past. But why would Harry be interested in coming to a feeder’s place? Was he here to feed Levi as well? Or, would Jac feed them both together? Fuck! That would be a super hot scenario to be in!

“You need to go now!” a groggy, chained-up Will called out as Harry kissed Jac with passion in the middle of the room. “Run!”

“Hey, Harry!” Levi chimed in. “What’re you doing here?” he asked, despite not really being heard over the noise of his overzealous companion in the room. He sighed; finding the guy’s performance a little overdone. “Don’t worry about him,” he called to Harry. “I think he might be an actor or something. I’m not sure about the other guy,” he nodded across the room to the man in the ball gag.

“These are my piggies,” Jac announced before Harry could reply or even acknowledge Levi at all. “Are you ready to join them?”

“Hell yeah!” Harry nodded with lust, slipping down onto his knees and allowing the chains to be placed around his wrists. Levi felt a pang of excitement too. Now that the room was filled, maybe they would finally start getting going with this super kinky role play!

“You’re just in time for the show,” Jac grinned with excitement. “But, first things first…” he smirked, disappearing for only a second and returning with another cream cake, identical to the one Levi had eaten. “Are you ready to impress me?”

“Don’t eat it!” cried the man in the corner again, making Levi roll his eyes. The guy probably thought he was adding a sense of mystery and intrigue to this role play, however, he seemed to shout with such conviction that it actually became a bit of a buzz-kill.

“Eat it up, Harry!” Levi shouted across. “I’ve had mine. It was delicious!”

Harry did exactly as he was instructed, overcome with arousal for Jac and this scenario in much the same way that Levi was. Their keeper, Jac, laughing with delight as he saw the piggish way Harry guzzled it down with such enthusiasm.

As soon as Harry was done, Jac turned his back on him, looking instead at the man with the ball gag, in the corner next to Harry. Dripping in sweat, the man seemed reluctant to look Jac in the eyes, positively squirming as he became Jac’s focus. “I said 6.15, didn’t I, Piggy?” Jac smirked, holding up his wrist to look at his expensive watch as it ticked down the time. “And that is in fifty seconds from now!”

With that, Jac reached down, removed the ball gag and managed to unclip the cuffs on the man’s wrists with surprising speed. “Please… please don’t…” the muscular captive mumbled even after they’d kissed with surprising sweetness.

Jac seemed to revel in his whimpering. “No, Piggy. It’s too late…” he laughed.

“I don’t think I want to be a…”

“Awh! That’s just too bad, Piggy!” Jac teased him, with an obvious hard-on pressing against the crotch of his pants. “Just ten more seconds!”

Their lips met once more, but with a final surge of energy, the man seemed to tear himself away and quickly made for the door.

Jac simply stood with an even bigger grin on his face as he watched his captive flee. “Run!” cried Will. “Find the front door!”

“3…2…1…” counted an elated Jac, holding up his watch again as he kept a beady eye on the naked man staggering his way down the long corridor; the sounds of door handles being tried were all everyone, apart from Jac, could now detect from the escapee.

Suddenly, a loud moan was heard from the corridor, followed by the most tremendous burp that roared up with a fury. Jac laughed with sheer joy. His cruel eyes seemed to dance with fire and his smile was brighter than anything Levi had ever seen before. Then he left, following the fleeing man and closing the door behind them both.

Now, the shouting man in the corner lowered his head in defeat. “It’s too late,” he simply mumbled.

“Is he coming back?” new-boy, Harry, asked Levi, surprised that they had all been left alone in the room.

“Yeah, he’ll be back,” Levi nodded, keen to show his expertise. “This whole thing is kinky as fuck!” he growled, feeling even more aroused now that Harry was here as well.

“You boys have no idea…” the other man sighed, shaking his head in disapproval, but thankfully remaining silent thereafter.

The time passed with relative speed after that; now that Levi had someone to chat to in the room. It seemed that Harry was just as aroused as Levi was and they spent their time speculating over the many possible erotic scenarios that might unfold next; both of them very much convinced that the performance of the previously ball-gagged man in the corner had all been that of an actor. The other guy in the corner simply shook his head silently, only confirming in Levi and Harry’s mind that he was part of this storyline as well.

“Fucking hell! Another one!” Levi mumbled in surprise as he heard a new voice from outside of the room. Harry raised his eyebrows as well. It was true; someone else had indeed arrived at the apartment.

Levi looked over at their other companion, Will, trying to gauge whether he too was expecting yet another guy to be joining them that evening. However, as Levi turned his head, his nose picked up the stench of sweat. Will’s face and, indeed, his entire body was positively glistening.

“Jeez, dude! You stink!” Levi grumbled, having decided that he didn’t care how impolite he sounded. Will had been far too into his role and had spoiled some of the eroticism when both he and Harry had arrived.

In walked Jac once more; this time with a young, handsome guy that Levi thought he recognised from somewhere, although he wasn’t all that sure. Their dominant host introduced them all as the ‘piggies’ once again; Levi and Harry nodding with lustful pleasure to go along with it all. When Jac told the new boy to get down on the floor to be cuffed in the now vacant corner, both Harry and Levi cheered him on; as they did when his cream cake was served and the horned-up guy had to eat it all whilst on all-fours in his corner. This time, the previously vocal man in the corner was completely silent; perhaps reflecting on the fact that his earlier performances had been a little over the top.

After the initiation was done, Jac turned his attention back to the only man who had been there longer than Levi. “Oh dear, little piggy!” he laughed, seeming to notice just how sweaty the guy had become. “It looks like it’s almost your turn… How exciting!”

Jac leaned down and unlocked the man’s chains. Despite the guy’s resistance and overzealous approach to the role play earlier, he seemed to have changed character completely. He was now playing someone a lot more submissive, resigned to the inevitable as Jac lavished him with attention at last. The pair kissed and touched each other as if so desperately in love. But then Jac pulled back and laughed. He tugged at the guy’s arm, pulling him to the middle of the room, directly under the single hanging bulb.

“Are you ready to show these piggies what they’re in for?” Jac asked. “None of them have seen it yet. You’re the only one!”

The man was silent and he closed his eyes tight shut as he saw Jac raise his wrist to count the seconds ticking down on his watch. Levi didn’t know why he was so aroused. It was probably the done thing that they were all to run out of the room at this point, wherein the next part of this sexually charged scenario would continue. But the man didn’t seem as though he intended to move. Instead, all his muscles were tensed, as if he was bracing himself for a massive impact. His eyes were closed tight, as if he never expected to open them again.

“5…4…”

Levi and the other boys joined in, smiling with arousal as the sexy Jac toyed with them all.

“3…2…1…”

As all four of them called out ‘Zero,’ the man in the middle of the room suddenly doubled over slightly, growling as though a great wave of pain had just attacked his stomach. He lifted his head once more, then gave the loudest, most intense burp, as if there was to be no air left in his body at all.

Jac’s eyes danced with burning light as Will’s body started moving in the most unnatural manner; his hips rocking back and forth, slowly at first, then faster and faster. The coordination and choreography involved was really quite impressive, Levi thought. But then things started to get stranger and Levi stopped smiling with glee as something else began happening. Will’s stomach seemed to be bloating. He’d thought the guy had been pushing it out to start with, but now it seemed far too extreme to be explained away just like that. Now when his hips shook, there was a definite flutter of jiggle in what appeared to be love-handles actually forming on his sides. Jac seemed to have noticed as well, for inbetween his howls of delight, he began poking and prodding Will in the areas that were causing Levi to look up with such alarm. He wanted to look across at Harry and ask if he knew what this was, but the horror of it all kept his eyes glued in place. Will was literally changing before their eyes. There was no way that this could be anything but real.

The swell of Will’s stomach, inflating more and more, began to resemble a very real paunch in almost no time at all. Even his groin was filling with mass. With his side-on view, Levi could also so the width of Will also increasing. His thighs and butt were increasing in size, however it was obvious that there was absolutely nothing but pure fat being deposited all over his body. Pretty soon, his swollen tummy had an actual shelf below his chest; something else that appeared to be softening with extreme speed. As his body rocked, his nipples began to jiggle more and more, showing that Will no longer had the extreme athleticism that he once had. With his eyes still shut tight, Will looked like he was trying desperately to igore or fight back anything that was being done to him. His face was swelling with fat, stealing his jawline entirely and seeming to build itself, wrapping around his neck like a scarf and creating the beginnings of a small bump at the very back of his head.

Jac, hysterical with joy, continued poking and prodding the fattening man. He could now fill his entire hand with the blubber around Will’s waist and so he grabbed at it keenly, shaking and wobbling the fat as if to remind Will that this was actually happening to him. But Jac also took time to glance over at the three other guys, laughing as he saw the fear and surprise in their eyes.

Things suddenly became a lot more serious. The fat that had acumulated on Will’s stomach was now expanding further, reshaping itself with folds in the skin. Jac raised the guy’s arms in the air so that he could witness this phase better; the fat encircling his waist, making it look like a ball was being pumped from within. The fat from his chest had started gathering under his arms and his nipples seemed to slide out of place as they jiggled and bounced.

When Jac dropped the guy’s arms and slapped Will’s butt, Levi couldn’t get over how much the fat rippled across the glutes and thighs. What’s more, Levi hadn’t even noticed the gradual loss of definition in the guy’s muscular arms until they were now large, doughy and shapeless with fat. His neck was disappearing entirely, with large puffed up cheeks masking the striking man he used to be. As the gut pushed outwards, the fat simulatenously swelled into his back and rear, widening him in all directions. The man’s penis, once a prominent feature, was now almost entirely masked by the blubbery thighs and a strange sack of fat, like a small belly, that had filled Will’s groin, threatening to bury his penis entirely. Then, all of a sudden, the man’s swollen belly began to sag and the genitals disappeared entirely out of Levi’s view.

Every part of Will’s body now wobbled and bounced. Levi had no idea how massive the man had become, knowing only that he was larger than any of the guys he had ever checked out on the gaining websites and socials he visited. At some point, the great fattening spectacle ended and Will fell into the unnaturally strong arms of Jac, having clearly fainted. “You’re next, piglets!” he laughed, looking around at the three chained guys in the room, whilst holding the well over five hundred pound man up like an enormous teddy bear. Then, with complete ease, he dragged Will out of the room and shut the door.

“What the fuck!” shouted the new guy from the corner once they were alone. “Was that real?”

“I think so,” Levi nodded, somehow sounding calm.

“He told me not to eat the food,” Harry mumbled, pointing accusingly at Levi; his mind clearly recounting everything that had happened previously.

Levi felt a pang of guilt, having actively encouraged the other two to do exactly what Jac had wanted.

“He doesn’t care! He’s already fat!” the newest guy suddenly blasted, turning on Levi as well. “He probably wants this!” he growled with anger.

“I’m not fat like that!” Levi stated defensively, looking down at his small tummy. “Why are we even arguing about this?”

“We’ve got to get out of here!” Harry suddenly jumped in, tugging at the strong chains that held him to the wall.

“And what good would that do?” Levi asked. “I think we all know that whatever caused Will to fatten like that… it was the same thing that was in those cakes we ate.”

“Well, I’m not sticking around to find out,” Harry proclaimed with defiance, straining himself as he tried to pull even harder at the chains.

“Harry, come on! Be smart about this! You don’t even have any clothes.”

“So, what, we just accept that we’re toast?” the new guy added, outraged.

“We need to think about how we convince the next guy to run for it so that he doesn’t fall into this trap as well,” Levi reasoned.

“Coming from the guy who positively encouraged us to eat that cream cake?” Harry blasted angrily.

“I didn’t know that this was all real!” Levi tried to defend himself. “I was a little late. I didn’t see this happen to the other guys in here.”

“There were others?” the new guy asked with horror.

“It seems to go like clockwork. A new guy arrives every eighty minutes or so. It’s like some sort of twisted conveyorbelt,” Levi explained, suddenly remembering that he was next to reach the end of it.

The boys pondered on that idea for some time and they sat in silence, contemplating their fate. It was hard to tell how quickly or slowly time ran in that deserted room. Sometimes they would hear the distant sounds of Jac talking with someone on the phone, flirting with them in much the same way he had captured Levi, along with the other two.

“You sound so kinky…” Jac was heard to flirt. He seemed to be standing directly outside of the room, as if to deliberately tease and goad his chained-up victims. “I want to turn you into my big fat boy… Come over. Let me feed you!” He laughed and moaned down the phone, pretending to find whatever lustful retort his prospective victim came up with the most arousing thing he had heard all year. “My address? Are you really sure? I’m a very kinky guy, you know? I like to lock my boys up and feed them. Then I watch them fatten and grow for me.”

The three boys all looked at each other feeling extremely foolish. There was nothing that Jac had told them that wasn’t true. They’d all been warned; every last one of them.

Levi contemplated the transformation he had just witnessed, trying to convince himself that it had all been some sort of elaborate trick. Things like that simply could not happen in real life; not really. But he’d witnessed it himself; with his own eyes. Inexplicably, it somehow felt harder to recall the details as the minutes crept away; as if the memory of it was slowly being erased from his mind entirely. The time continued to slip by and Levi sat quietly, listening to the other two chatting with relative calmness, despite feeling no desire to join in himself. He felt like a black cloud was hovering over him, getting darker and more angry as the seconds ticked away. In fact, Levi was only pulled out of his own thoughts when he noticed a huge bead of sweat rolling down his nose and splashing onto the floor.

“Are you all right?” Harry asked, suddenly noticing the way Levi was looking at his arms and torso.

“I think this is how it starts,” Levi fretted, lifting his arm and smelling the stench of sweat. He could hardly believe the words as they tumbled out of his mouth. “I think it might be my turn!”

Right on cue, the three boys heard someone new arriving in the apartment. “GET OUT OF HERE!” they began shouting; although none of them seemed to recall exactly why. It was just something they said they would do for a purpose that wasn’t completely clear in their heads. “HE’S GOT US LOCKED UP! CALL THE POLICE!”

As they shouted and wailed, it was clear that the voices were still getting closer and closer to the room. Suddenly, the door opened and in walked a smiling athletic guy, naked and already rubbing his own hardness as he surveyed the chains and other naked guys. “This is so fucking horny!” he grinned with arousal, only seeming to stroke his dick harder as the three of them tried to warm him. He swept in to kiss Jac, looking just as besotted as they all were.

After the kiss, Jac simply stood and listened to them shouting and wailing their warnings. His smile filled his face and Levi suddenly understood that this was actually his real game; where the thrill of his set up really gave him a buzz. He gave all his victims plenty of warning, yet they would all fall into his trap, no matter what. “You see that sweaty piggy in the corner?” he pointed at Levi. “The one with the blubbery, little paunch on him? He’s the next one I’m going to do it to.”

“What’re you going to feed him?” the latest guy asked, still stroking himself with absolute arousal.

Jac took the guy’s hand, stopping him from pleasuring himself and taking his first steps to control at long last. “First things first…” he smiled, pointing into the now vacant corner of the room.

Levi had given up shouting now, but the other two were still trying, watching as the handsome boy slipped onto his knees and allowed the chains to be fixed around his wrists. Then, with eyes filled with love and lust for his captor, the boy slipped onto all fours and inhaled the cream cake that was brought to him.

The two other guys fell suddenly silent, realising, just like Levi, that all their warnings were futile. Jac would always win.

“Come on, little piggy!” Jac smiled at Levi, bending down to unlock his chains.

Despite himself, Levi felt the semi he’d had since Jac came in suddenly stiffen into concrete. There was just something so all-consuming about the man’s presence. Even with everything Levi thought he knew, he still felt… in love.

“Now, you’re going to be a good piggy, aren’t you?” Jac asked him. “We’ve got to show the new boy what’s in store for him,” he stated seriously, positioning the sweaty Levi under the single light bulb, facing the newest captive, as if he was about to put on a show. “Hmm, what do you have to say for yourself?” he teased.

Levi swallowed, deciding that fighting this was not something he could physically do. “I’m a good piggy,” he nodded, looking earnestly up at the man he was most attracted to in the whole world.

Jac’s face spread with surprise and delight at Levi’s submission. “Oh, you are?” he laughed. “You hear that?” he called to the other three. “This one says he’s a good piggy!” He turned to speak softly into Levi’s ear. “Are you going to fatten up beautifully for me? Turn this little belly of yours into something spectacular?”

“Yes,” Levi nodded.

Jac smirked and raised his arm to look at his watch. “Do the countdown with me then, Piggy!” he whispered. “10… 9…8…”

Levi tried to join him, but he was at least half a second behind Jac each time; too overcome with the experience.

“6….5…4…”

Levi looked at the newest guy in front of him; his wide smile and naive understanding of where he actually was.

“3…2…”

Levi couldn’t finish. A deep, primal urge to roll forwards and hold his stomach suddenly overcame him. He moaned from the dull pain that seemed to be emanating from his stomach, then he suddenly stood upright, opening his throat and letting out the most insane burp of his entire life. He started to notice that his hips were shaking backwards and forwards, with Jac crying out in delight; his words incomprehensible to Levi at that moment with all the strange physical sensations that were ripping through his body. He placed his hands on his stomach, feeling it rising like dough beneath his chest. Then Jac smacked his hands away so that he didn’t block anyone else’s view of the transformation that was already beginning to occur.

“Look at him!” Jac was shouting, as Levi felt his butt being slapped and his love handle pinched. “Look at this beautiful fat! It’s fantastic!”

As Levi’s body rocked uncontrollably, he began to feel more and more areas jiggling. He knew his ass had started to swell, for it shook wildy. But then that jiggle started to spill out, into his thighs and even into his back. Since his little gain after the holidays, he’d already experienced a little movement in his chest, but now he felt his nipples shaking like never before, with the feeling of an odd mass beginning to surround his erect penis.

Levi knew that he had altered by quite a considerable amount, for the new victim in the corner now curled up against the wall, starting with shock and horror. Levi tried to look down, feeling a ring of fat squeezing into his neck. He saw his hands, unrecognisable with chubby fingers and mere dimples where his knuckles once were. Then, all of sudden, there it was: a giant mass of stomach that had created its own shelf beneath his doughy chest. Jac had slipped his finger inside the belly button and was using it to shake the incredible, soft lard that had formed such a giant tank on his body.

Standing up and keeping balance was getting harder. Levi readjusted his feet, but he always felt the strong arm of Jac pressing against his back, as if he knew exactly when he was needed to step in. Levi let his head rock back and rest against Jac’s broad chest, surrendering himself entirely to the fattening that was occurring.

“Ata, boy!” Jac cooed, enjoying Levi’s total surrender, allowing the magic of the transformation to tear through him without the slightest resistance.

Levi began to breathe deeply, feeling an incredibly warm and tingling arousal in his penis. He closed his eyes and moaned softly. He could feel his whole body swinging backwards and forwards like a large, increasingl heavy and speherical pendulum. But the feeling of arousal was so pleasant and comforting, there in Jac’s strong grip. He had no concept of how fat he had grown, but in that moment, he had no regrets in the slightest. It was as if Jac had been the person he had been waiting to meet his entire life.

“I think you’re going to be my fattest pig of the day,” Jac whispered, sending Levi into an inexplicably instant and intense orgasm that made him howl and his knees buckle, forcing Jac to hold him up entirely.

Levi felt his eyes grow heavy. The transformation over.

“You’re next!” he heard Jac laugh towards Harry. Then he felt his entire, monstrously obese body being dragged out of the room, with no idea what would come next.

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thymejot · 3 months ago

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About your meta, I guess the thing is if you believe that Word Of God is canon or not. Jac Schaeffer said that Agatha was thinking she wanted to save Billy and kiss Rio and that she never wanted to bring Nicholas back. For me it’s not canon unless I like what they say 😝 but the fun of reading meta is to see everyone’s sometimes wildly different takes and in the end of the day people can think anything they want because we all bring our preferences, our bias and even our traumas to it

I believe Agatha truly loved Rio, I believe there was considerable time in their lives that they weren’t toxic to each other in any way and I believe that aren’t done, they still have centuries to work out their issues but I know there are plenty of fans that don’t believe in any if that. who’s right, who’s wrong I don’t think anyone can know and as long as everyone is respectful it’s all good. I just hope this fandom continues to be fun for a long time cause we all need the distraction

It is what I love about shows like this. Honestly, I dont think there is a right or wrong way to look at things.

Like you say, everyone has their own bias and will project onto characters. I really enjoy it when people want to have discussions about the things I love. I really appreciate you wanting to talk about this with me.

And the fact that while you may disagree with me on some points, you are not mean about it and are challenging me to look at things from a different perspective. So, thank you.

While I find it interesting to read up on writers intent, I don't ever take it as gospel unless it is there on screen. Between now and a potential next project with these characters, the writers could have evolved their ideas or changed their own interpretation of the characters. So I try not to hold too tightly to what they say.

Instead, I like to take what I have seen on the screen. The characters have shown us who they are with word, action, and deed. Every choice they have made forms who they are. A show not tell approach if you will.

I agree with you, Rio and Agatha love each other deeply. There was a time that it was far less toxic, and there may come a time when that is true once more.

I want to see them in all of their evolutions and iterations.

I want to see Agatha, the mentor. She has never been one to pull her verbal punches, so she won't take any nonsense. Her dynamic with Billy is so good that I would like to see that explored more.

I want to see Billy explore his powers, find his brother, and grow up a little more without being hardened by the world.

I want to see Jen flourish as she reaquaints herself with her power once more. Still snarky but less brittle. If she ever sees Agatha and Teen, have her just turn around and get the fuck away from them. Because they only lead to death.

In the end, though, my opinion is just one in a sea of thousands. I will write some ridiculous fanfics to get this show out of my system. Maybe make them a bit too oc for my own liking. Hopefully, I will learn from that and get better.

I just want to have fun with things. I don't want to hurt anyone with things I post unless it is superficial emotional damage (I eat that shit up). I hope you keep having fun with it, too.

In the end, as much as it pains me to admit it, these are not real people. So why not just go buck wild with our imaginations and throw them in every conceivable scenario. It's not like it will hurt anyone, so why not.

Feel free to chat with me any time

#agatha all along #agatha all along spoilers #anon ask answered #agatha harkness #billy maximoff #jennifer kale #rio vidal #i appreciate you wanting to chat instead of just saying #no you are wrong #a no is a full stop end of conversation #there is not much i can do about that other than shrug say okay and go about my day #a have you considered is much more fun

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Chapter 7

Masterlist to series

WC: 7.4K

CW: SMUT, MNI

Back with chapter 7 and it’s a loooooong one !!! Got a little bit of everything so hold tight and enjoy !! There’s toxicity, mess and so much more 💙💙

(Please remember to like, reblog, add tags, comment and leave me some asks to let me know what you think (anon is on for a reason so don’t be shy, I promise I’m nice 🫶)

The nearly 5 hour plane ride to Las Vegas had been Sidney’s own personal hell, aside from the time with Roman and Aaron watching a movie, he and Jacqueline hadn’t said a word to each other. No matter what he would ask he would get short answers back, when he moved to sit next to her she simply went on her phone. He had no idea what was up with her but he did know he was gonna snap at any moment “It’s almost time for landing” Jacqueline grinned as she put the boys' seat belts on “Remember what I said when we land ?” “I don’t wanna swim” Roman frowned “I don’t like the water” “Aaron wants to love” she pet his cheek “We’ll do something you want to do tonight”

“Like what mommy ?” he asked Jacqueline grinned “Well I heard there’s a candy store here…how about if you try the water for a bit I promise to let you have a lollipop after dinner ?” Sidney chuckled as his sons eyes practically bulged out of his head “Sounds like a good deal to me” “I can be lenient for occasions” she shrugged “It wasn’t a dig” he sighed “I didn’t take it as one” she responded as she put her sunglasses on “Dinner is at 7, be on time please. We’re going to Joel Robuchon” “Jac, that's a 3 Michelin star place ? I thought we could do something more low key tonight, that’s a little over the top don’t you think ?” he asked She sighed “Forgive me for wanting top notch cuisine and not some basic steakhouse we can have back in the city” “I’ll be there” Sidney gave up and nodded “Who will the kids be with ?” “Emmeli’s nanny” she informed him “Don’t worry she’s a nice woman, very kind and very responsible. The boys love being around Daisy so it works out” “Cool” he said simply as he took out his phone

He did his best to hide his smile as he finally saw a text back from Cece. He nonchalantly opened the text and grinned So sorry I’m just now getting back to you, got a little caught up with some stuff. Everything is all set, see you in a bit.

“How sweet of her” Jacqueline said meeting his eyes “She’s just a little ray of sunshine isn’t she ?”

Sidney put his phone away and swirled his coffee cup, he knew he was being baited and he knew he had to play it cool rather than snap “She’s a very kind girl, did you know she’s the one who made sure we got a hotel with handicapped amenities ? That wasn’t management, that was her.”

“So she did her job” Jacqueline nodded “Good for her, glad to know she’s capable of following the most basic instructions. I worried all that curly hair of hers clouded her brain”

He shook his head and finished his coffee as they landed, before she could even get up from her seat he unbuckled the boys himself and got them down from the plane and into the car that was waiting. The drive to their hotel was quiet and this time he enjoyed it, whatever Jacqueline was trying to do wouldn’t work on him. Not this time at least.

When they arrived he checked them in and left to the conference room where he saw Cece waiting and chatting with some other team media personnel. He greeted a few people before he made eye contact with her and smiled, walking in her direction

“Hey…haven’t seen you in a bit” Sidney grinned as he stood in front of her

“Hello Sidney” Cecelia smiled at him “Long time no see”

He nodded with a bashful smile “3 days to be exact, how have you been ? You getting sick ? Your voice sounds a little wheezy”

“Oh…yeah” she nodded quickly “The AC in these rooms is insane, so so cold all the time. My throats just a little scratchy is all, I’ll be okay” she walked with him “Nice to see you looking….sharp”

Sidney chuckled “So what’s on the schedule today ?”

“A photoshoot in 10 minutes followed by 4 interviews, looking like it’ll take about 4 hours” Cece nodded “Don’t worry you’ll be ready for your dinner reservation at 7”

“How do you know about that ?” he asked confused “I’m the one who made the reservation” she looked at him equally as confused “Joel Robuchon at 7 followed by cocktails at Skybar and then the next day is, hold on” she took out her ipad “Morning massages at the Aria followed by lunch at Mon Ami Gabi and ending the night with a chef coming to your room to cook you dinner in your suite” “What the hell ?” Sidney shook his head “I don’t wanna do that, I wanna relax and hang out with the boys” “I don’t know what to tell you Sidney” Cece shrugged “I just did what was asked of me, she was texting me and emailing me nonstop making sure I had everything set which I do so here’s to hoping it all works out well for you two. Now if you don’t mind, I need to go” A moment crossed his mind where he wanted to tell her that Jacqueline was being weird, that he felt something would somehow get turned on her. “Cece wait” he held her arm gently “Um…can we talk after this ?” “That’s not necessary Sidney and plus there’s no time” she shook her head “By the time you’re done with media you need to go get ready” Sidney sighed “What about early tomorrow ?” “No” she shook her head “Listen, you need to leave me alone okay ? Enough of whatever this is” she whispered “I’m not gonna be some stupid naive assistant you get to fuck and have fun with all because your wife has a constant stick up her ass alright ? You’re here with her and your children, have some fucking decorum Sidney” “Is it her ? Did she threaten you ?” he asked “I don’t want that with you, I would never do that to you Cece” “She’s fine Sidney” she said exhausted “Please I don’t want issues, just….just enjoy your time with her and your children” “Listen I’m sorry about all this, I really really am….I just like you” he whispered “Please only contact me by email for anything that has to do with this trip, call if it is an absolute emergency” Cecelia said as she looked at him “I…..I like you too but…but it just…I can’t” she murmured and walked away

Media ended for the day and soon she now had the rest of her day free from the chaos and unneeded drama. She felt horrible for the way things happened with Sidney but wasn’t going to let someone like Jacqueline find her in a compromising position. She knew women like her, women who were powerful and would stop at nothing to make her life miserable simply because she didn’t like her

“Hey” a familiar voice called “I know that hair, you haven’t texted me back so I came here to wait for you so we can go somewhere”

Cecelia felt her cheeks rise as she turned around and smiled “Nate ”

“Media’s over for the day, you didn’t text me back” he walked up to her and held her hand “Are you okay ?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine” she grinned “Just tired is all”

“Same here” he chuckled “So what do you say ? Dinner ?”

“Nate I can’t go out with you, I can’t be seen with you” she whispered lowly “Even us being in this elevator can cause problems for me”

“You’re even hotter when you’re all flustered” his hand caressed her cheek

For a moment she felt herself get light headed, his hand was huge. She hadn’t noticed till now just how big they were despite them doing wonders to her body just a night ago. Nate was handsome, handsome in a rugged way and seeing him in bright lighting was somehow even better

“I’m being serious” she said softly as they stepped out of the elevator “I don’t wanna get in trouble”

“Let’s go to Circus Circus, it’s some shitty hotel for kids that’s got games and rides where no one will see us” he grinned “Come on, I’ve never ever been and I wanna see what kind of a shit show it is, I’ll even win you a stuffed animal”

She thought about it for a bit and sighed “Fuck it let’s do it”

Nate put his arm around her “We’ll go wherever you wanna go but first answer one thing for me ?” “What is it ?” she looked up at him “Why didn’t you answer my texts ?” he asked softly Cecelia couldn’t help but smile at his slight concern “Well I was busy, I knew you were busy too and I knew at some point I’d see you again. I wasn’t ignoring you, I wouldn’t do that” she reached up and kissed his cheek “So you still wanna talk to me and go out with me then ?” Nate looked at her “I’m going with you right now” she chuckled “No I mean like….when I go back to Colorado” he said softly “Like you’ll still wanna talk and see each other when we can right ?” She rubbed her lips together as she moved out of his hold to stand in front of him “Do you mean like….you wanna date ?” “Yeah I do” Nate admitted “I like you Cece, I like you a lot and it’s not just because we had mind blowing sex” he chuckled “That was a perk but it’s beyond that. You’re so pretty and funny and you’re smart and you have a good head on your shoulders. You’re perfect, you’re literally the most perfect girl I’ve ever met and we’ll take it slow, I promise we will. ” Cecelia gave a soft smile, he was sincere and she loved that but she couldn’t lie to him “I like you too but-” “But….” he looked at her as his smile fell slightly “But what ?” “Is there a need to rush things ? Can’t we just take things day by day….I mean I don’t even know when I’ll see you again after this trip Nate” she explained “You’re schedule is about to get so insane and so is mine, I just don’t wanna give you some false promises is all. I would want the same from you” “I see” Nate said quietly “Well thanks for being honest with me, I appreciate it lots. At least I said it, you know ? Didn’t hurt to try”

“I take it you don’t wanna hangout now ?” she whispered “Not really” he admitted “It’s not anything against you it’s just….you understand don’t you ?” Cecelia nodded “Yeah of course” “Call me if anything” Nate reached over and kissed her forehead “Want me to walk you back to your room ?” She shook her head “I can walk back on my own, thanks for offering though” “I’ll see you around Cece” he gave her a grin “Plus you have my number, you know where to find me” She gave him a small smile and walked back, she felt horrible for the way things had gone and in a way felt like she had led him on but after seeing Sidney again she knew her mind and heart needed to be clear before she made any decision like that. With a defeated attitude she opened her hotel door and put the Do Not Disturb sign on the handle as she locked it “Cecelia I-”

A high pitched scream left her mouth as she put a hand to her chest “Oh my god how the hell did you get in here ?”

“I’m so sorry” Sidney whispered as he stood up “I lied and got a worker to give me a key to your room”

“Are you out of your mind ?!” she snapped “That’s insanity, that’s you being insane ! You can’t do that, it’s so fucking weird and creepy”

Sidney rubbed his face “How else was I supposed to speak to you ? You’re ignoring me and it’s not like you at all”

Cecelia shook her head “Where’s your wife ? Where are your children”

“She’s with the other wives that are here and as for the boys they’re with a nanny and as you can see it’s still early so I have plenty of time to talk, anything else you wanna ask about ?”

“Yeah” she nods “How dare you do this and come to my room to talk while your wife and children are with you ? That’s low. Lower than low actually. I’ve done nothing with you, you’re the one who’s kissed me twice. You’re the one who makes it more than what it is. Not me” Sidney put his hands up “And I accept that, things are hard. I never meant to have feelings for you yet here I am. I just wanna talk, I just want us to talk and to-” he stopped when he bent down and picked up a blazer “What’s this ?” “A blazer of some sort” she walked over and snatched it back “Don’t touch my things please, that’s rude. You should have manners” “I know what it is Cece, who’s is it ?” he asked as he crossed his arms This was the moment she dreaded, it was one she thought she’d have more time to explain. Rather than beat around the bush she opted to be honest, he had no right to be mad or hold anything against her anyway. Just as she was about to tell him she heard her door knock and whipped her head over

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“I put a sign up wanting to be left alone” Sidney’s eyes practically bulged out of his head as he shook his head “Wh-what if it’s her ?” “Hide” Cecelia whispered “Check first” he nodded “If it’s her then….then I face her” “Hide in the bathroom and stay there” she instructed as she walked over to the door and peeked in the peephole, opening it slowly “Oh…hey…um what are you doing here ?” “Listen Cece, I like you a lot and I know you said you don’t wanna give me false promises but I don’t wanna go back to Colorado with us ending awkwardly. I wanna hang out, I wanna spend time with you” Nate grinned “Okay” she agreed, mostly to get him out of the way “Okay….but first here” she handed him back his blazer “You forgot this last night and I hope you’re ready to win me lots of stuffed animals at circus circus. I’ll meet you in the lobby at 8” “Sweet” Nate smiled as he left

Cecelia shut the door quickly and turned around, she knew Sidney had heard it all and in a way she was glad. She had the freedom to be with whoever she wanted, it just so happened to a friend of his

“Wow” Sidney cleared his throat “So you and Nate ?” Cecelia shook her head “It happened out of nowhere. I don’t owe you explanations” “He’s my close friend, I’ve known him since he was 17 years old. He’s an uncle figure to my boys” Sidney looked at her “Why him ?” “Because I like him…and because I wanna still see him” she admitted “He’s so nice and he’s funny and I just liked being around him”

“One night is all you guys had and suddenly you wanna keep seeing him ? You like him ? Who the hell moves that fast ?” What about me ?” he stepped forward, inches away from her face as he pulled her in “You can’t do that to me, that’ll hurt me” “You ?!” she widened her eyes “Listen to yourself ! Listen to the words coming out of your mouth Sidney. You and I are nothing, you can’t be saying things like that. You need to go” Before she could walk out of his hold his lips pressed onto hers unexpectedly just like always, only this time she kissed him back. She kept her arms around his neck as he moved his hands into her hair “Oh shit…it’s stuck” he whispered as he tried to remove his hand

“Ow” Cece winced, trying to move her head “What is it ? Your watch ?”

Sidney looked down “My wedding band”, he whispered

She felt her stomach churn and held onto his arm “Get your hand out of my head carefully please, I have scissors in my makeup bag”

“But you’ll cut your hair, I don’t want that. I love your hair” he said quickly as he did as told and followed her into the bathroom “Here let me try to untangle it, I don’t want you cutting your hair”

“Don’t” she put her hand up and took out her brow scissors, she felt around the back of her head until she felt the band and gently cut around it and held it in the palm of her hand.

It was a beautiful simple gold band with the initials J.A.R inscribed on the inside; his wife and their children's initials. She cleaned around it with a tissue gently and handed it back Sidney took it and put it back on his ring finger as silence took over the room, the bathroom light reflecting off his band perfectly “Cece…you should know that I’m falling in love with you” he looked in her eyes “I can’t keep lying to myself”

“You can’t Sidney” she whispered “That can’t happen, it can’t. I won’t be the reason a family is broken, I won’t be the reason your children don’t have a mom and dad together”

“It was already crumbled before I met you” he admitted “Meeting you just proved that it needs to be over, that doesn’t mean I give up on my boys. They’re my world, I love them and nothing and no one will ever stop me from being with them.”

“I don’t want to be a stepmom” Cecelia said back “And I don’t like kids that much” she lied “And no way would I ever deal with your wife on top of that, have you thought about me in this ? What I want and what I see for myself ?”

“I know I’d make you the happiest woman alive” he said softly “I know I’d be with you forever”

“Stay here with me then” she met his eyes

It was a test, one she wasn’t even sure how she wanted to end. She could feel her heartbeat out of her chest as she met his eyes and reached over to caress his cheek. He was truly gorgeous, there was something about Sidney that was more than handsome. His eyes were these huge brown doe eyes that just sparkled whenever he was happy, more so when they were together in any instance. His lips were perfect, his smile was everything. There wasn’t one thing that was ugly about him, to her he was flawless

Taking it up a notch she brought his face down to hers to kiss him, pressing against him in the process. Instinctively she let out a moan when his hand reached down to cup her ass and swiftly turned them around so she was against the wall, every part of her ached as he kissed down her neck and unbuttoned his shirt with his free hand, removing his suit jacket along with it. Things were heating up and this time she wouldn’t stop them

Her breathing picked up when he pulled apart from her and got on his knees, rapidly bringing down her skirt and panties

“Put your legs over my shoulders” he murmured She listened instantly and held onto his head as he began tasting her, his tongue was quick, almost desperate. It was a totally different feeling than what she had felt with Nate, Sidney was making sure she felt how frenzied he was for her. Her fingers delicately played with his grayish heavily gelled curls, tugging when he sucked her clit “I love how good you taste” he lapped up her juices “I don’t ever wanna stop” “Keep going…please keep going” she whined “Oh fuck, I love that” “I love tasting you” Sidney mumbled as he kept his mouth on her, his hands caressing her thighs as he leaned his head against one “I love how fucking hot you are, I love how you’re perfect…you’re perfect…I need you” he kissed her clit and inserted two of his fingers “Oh god” Cecelia moaned biting down on her lip “You’re g-gonna m-make me cum” “Please cum, please cum” he begged “I need you to, I need you to cum for me” he inserted a third finger and pumped them in and out “That’s a good girl, you’re taking my fingers like such a good girl” he whispered “Cum for me…let go baby” Cece couldn’t handle the feeling as she came with a loud moan, she felt him carefully hold her in his arms as she breathed heavily and at this point she needed him. She gave him a nod as he laid her down on the bed and took out a condom from his back pocket, she wondered if he had it there knowing they’d finally sleep together or if it was for Jacqueline.

She took off her top and bra as she watched him take off his wedding band and put it in pants pocket, immediately throwing them on the floor and sliding the condom onto his cock from the opposite end of the bed “I can…suck you off if you want” she whispered “I just wanna be inside of you alr-” he stopped as he looked at her, she was naked and every part of her was everything he dreamed of and more

“Fuck me…” he murmured and scooted over to her, positioning himself between her legs as he easily slid inside of her She arched her back up at the feeling and shut her eyes in over stimulation as he relentlessly started thrusting into her quickly, while his mouth sucked on her breasts “Y-You can’t do both…i-it’s a-alot” she panted “I’m sorry baby” he whispered, lifting his head concerned he had hurt her “I’ll go slow, I’m so sorry” he peppered her face with soft kisses “I’m sorry….I would never hurt you princess” “Thank you” she opened her eyes again, wrapping her arms around his neck while her nails gently scratched his nape “Be gentle, it’s okay” she kissed him softly “I need you….”

“I’ll go slow” Sidney whispered, his finger tracing down her cheek as he began thrusting again “That okay ?” “I like that” Cece nodded with a slight moan “You’re so good, you were made for me baby” he kissed her deeply “I love these lips, they’re mine, you’re all mine Cece” Cece stayed looking in his eyes as he continued to fuck her, she couldnt look away and neither could he. Every couple seconds he’d kiss her or press her forehead against his telling her how perfect and gorgeous she was, it was tender despite his desire for her. In return she kissed his face and rubbed his back “I love everything about you” she kissed his cheeks and nose delicately as he snuggled into her neck, his hand behind her hair “You’re so sexy, you’re so good to me right now….go harder….I want it a little rough” “I don’t wanna hurt you” Sidney murmured, his face crimson and full of sweat “I don’t wanna hurt you princess, I like this. I like looking at your pretty face as I make love to you, I don’t wanna stop looking at you”

“You won’t hurt me” she mumbled in response, holding his face in her hands and squishing his cheeks together slightly as she kissed his lips “Don’t you want me…show me, show me how bad you’ve wanted me”

“Get on your knees and face that mirror” he instructed as he pulled out “I want you to watch yourself”

Cecelia rapidly got in position and rolled her eyes back when he slammed inside of her “Yes, yes ! Oh fuck you’re fucking me so good” she cried out “This is what I want baby”

“You feel so good” he groaned as he held onto her hips “You tell me if it hurts okay love ?”

She nodded and looked in the mirror and almost came right then and there, the sight of him holding onto her hips and hammering into her was turning her on. He was a gentle man in bed but in this moment he was being a little more in control “Harder baby” she whimpered, holding onto the bed sheets and leaning her head back to look at him “I can take it harder” “It’s okay princess, I got you” he panted as he rubbed her backside and slowly pulled out, teasing her entrance with his tip carefully as he leaned over her body to kiss her temple “Shh, I got you love, don’t over strain yourself. I’m gonna take care of you” “I want you to make me yours” she whispered “I wanna be yours…I wanna be all yours, I want your cock inside of me every day like this” “I’ll give you whatever you want love, I’ll make love to you every day every hour of the day if you want me to” he traced his fingers down her back “You’re all mine Cece, you’re all mine” She let out a groan as his hands began to gently massage her ass, she laid her head down and breathed in slowly “That feels so nice baby…so so nice” “How are you real” he whispered kissing her backside “Your body is the best I’ve ever seen, I think God made you himself Cece”

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The compliment sent shivers down her spine, her mind couldn’t gather one coherent thought as he turned her around and kissed her again, this time making sure to slip in some tongue. It was passionate and soon all they could both hear were each other's moans and the sound of saliva being moved around between their mouths. She moved against his thigh when he positioned it between her legs and moaned at the friction

“You’re so wet already” Sidney whispered “You’re such a needy girl Cece, you like riding my thigh baby ?”

“Yes” she responded with heavily lidded eyes “Feels so good” she moved a bit faster, getting on top of him as she continued her movement, her hands on his chest “Fuck”

“Keep doing that” Sidney instructed as he watched her and reached his hands to caress her breasts, carefully tugging on her nipples as he sucked on them “Every part of you tastes so good”

Cece panted as she continued her movement and felt her face heat up as her hands kept his face on her breasts “I’m almost there…I know it…oh god” she whimpered moving faster “I’m gonna cum….I’m gonna….k-keep doing that” she gasped when she felt his thumb on her clit and slowly enjoyed the feeling “Oh….Oh Sidney, baby” “I know” he cooed as he looked at her “You need to squirt pretty girl, don’t hold back princess. I want you to let go, I want to see how pretty you look when you squirt”

Sidney took it upon himself to continue rubbing her clit slowly until he knew it was coming, just as he noticed her quiet whines and the way her mouth shaped into an O shape out came the gush he had been waiting for. He had never actually seen it happen before, only heard of it and the fact that it had happened with the girl of his dreams was all he needed

He watched as he tried to gain control of her breathing and pulled her close to him, caressing her cheek as he started another make out session for a bit. He just couldn’t keep his lips or hands off of her. When they pulled apart, the first thing Cece noticed were his dazed eyes and slightly swollen lips, she leaned over and softly pressed a kiss to his forehead

“Can I be inside of you again now” he murmured against her mouth “Please baby, I’ll fuck you so good” his hand reached down to her pussy, looking into her eyes as she nodded “I love the way you moan when I’m inside of you” he guided his cock back inside of her and got on top “I’m gonna make you feel so good all over again, is that okay ?”

“Make me cum, I wanna cum again” she wheezed out desperate for that feeling again “I need you to make me cum baby. Fuck my pussy”

This time things were faster and a little more desperate. She moaned loudly as he pounded into her, the headboard slamming against the wall ferociously. She was sure she’d get a noise complaint somehow. Her breasts bounced roughly as she kept eye contact and kept her arms around him. Her hold on him was the only thing keeping her somewhat stable, she knew if she let go he’d fuck her right off the mattress

“You like this ?” he breathed heavily “Look at you, look at your pussy and how well you take me. Look at your tits, how perfect they are just bouncing away”

“I love your cock” Cece gasped when he lifted her leg up

“Is that okay ?” he asked, salty droplets from his face and neck hitting her cheeks

“I’m flexible” she nodded, her hair frizzing from the moisture

At the mention he lifted both her legs between his arms in eagle position and pounded into her, getting a better sensation as he slammed in and out of her, “Oh fuck !” Cece shrieked loudly “Yes ! Yes ! Fuck me baby, fuck me !”,she shook uncontrollably as he pounded mercilessly into her and soon felt him tense up “I-I’m g-gonna c-cum” Sidney stuttered out “I’m gonna cum, cum with me love” he thrusted as hard as he could “Cum with me baby, please cum with me”

She squirmed and fought it as long as she could, finishing with him as she let out a high pitched whimper and sat up, letting him know she was ready when finished with a deep groan. He quickly removed his condom as she took him in her mouth and bobbed her head “Please keep going” he moaned After a few minutes he released his hold and she swallowed, catching her breath as her arms wrapped around him and he laid on top of her, shaking as his breathing came in slowly “I got you” Cece repeated his words from earlier in his ear, her nails carefully tracing up and down his back “It’s okay baby” she kissed the top of his head “I know you do love” Sidney whispered softly, regaining his consciousness as he nuzzled his face in between her breasts

She didn't even realize they had fallen asleep till looked at the clock by her night stand and saw the time and quickly shook him awake “It’s five, we fell asleep. You need to go !” “I’ll text her something came up” he muttered holding onto he “Cuddle with me, you’re warm” “Sidney no” she whispered

“What did I do ?” he asked softly

Cece caressed his cheek “Sidney…..you cheated on your wife, we had an affair” she said softly “We did the one thing we should never have done…this is horrible”

“She doesn’t love me, she doesn’t even like me” he said “I don’t love her, I love our 2 sons and that’s all. That marriage has been over for years Cecelia, years. Meeting you and getting to know you changed me, you’re who I want”

She shook her head “Don’t say things like that”

“Baby” he lifted her chin “I’m in love with you, I want you and only you” he leaned in and kissed her softly

“And…..and what are you gonna do about Jacqueline ?” she asked, suddenly realizing the severity of the situation “And the boys ?”

“I’m gonna leave her, as soon as we get back to Pittsburgh I’m gonna file for divorce and move out of the house. I’m gonna get another lawyer to help with custody so I can see the boys as much as possible…..you didn’t mean what you said right….you like kids” he whispered the last part

“Yeah” Cece nodded “I do love kids, I said that to push you away….it didn’t work clearly”

“I understand why you did it” Sidney looked at her holding her hand “Cece…please let me handle this, I have people who can make sure this goes as easy and quiet as possible and more than anything to make sure you’re protected. You just need to continue doing what you’re doing”

“You’re asking me to act like everything is okay and you want me to continue seeing you in secret….you want an affair” she looked at him

“I don’t like that word” he kissed her hand “I think of you as my end game”

“It’s what it is Sidney” Cece nodded “We can call it what it is, we’re adults”

She scooted up and brought the bed sheet up to her chest to cover herself, she looked at him then at herself. They both looked like absolute hot messes. Cecelia’s hands shook as she reached for her phone,for a moment she felt trapped, both physically in the room and emotionally by her realization. The gravity of what had happened began to sink in, each detail adding to her mounting anxiety

“What’s wrong baby ?” he pet her cheek

“Nothing” she shook her head “Just…we should shower, you need to get going”

“Shower with me…” Sidney kissed her

Cece blushed “Seriously go shower, you smell like….sex”

“Only one way to fix this then….we both get in that shower and I wash you off…and then have you as an appetizer” he murmured in her ear “What do you say ?” No words needed to be said as they both got up almost immediately and jumped in the shower. It wasn’t long before she was pressed against the shower door with him pumping in and out of her from the back. She had quickly learned he had quite the sexual appetite, and she was more than ready to oblige. There was something about the way he fucked that just made her even more obsessed with him. He was desperate and needy with his touch and his kisses, he talked her through it and put her first She could feel that familiar feeling of him tensing up and grinded against him as the warm water fell over them “You’re gonna ruin me” Sidney whispered as he continued his thrusts “Shit…I can’t,get on your knees for me” “How do you want me ?” she murmured , doing as told “You wanna cum in my mouth again baby ?” He nodded rapidly as she took him whole and moaned, he put his hands in her hair and pushed down gently, the sounds of her gagging on his cock making him smirk. He released his hold as soon as he finished and didn’t waste time helping her stand up as his fingers entered her. He watched as she started to breathe heavily and held onto his shoulders. Her eyes always started to close whenever she felt pleasure, he was in heaven until he heard his phone ring “Answer” Cece nodded as she caught her breath “What if it’s an emergency ?” Sidney sighed and stepped out of the shower as he answered the phone “Hey what’s up Jac ?” “Sidney I haven’t seen you all day, it’s close to dinner already and you’re not even changed” Jacqueline sighed “Dinner’s at 7 remember ?” “I’m wearing the same thing I wore to media” he said “I’ll be there in a bit, I caught up with some buddies of mine” he lied “I expect you in this room in 20 minutes, I made sure you packed that Armani suit for a reason, it matches my black dress so hurry up” she hung up “Sidney listen to her” Cece nodded as she wrapped a towel around herself “Don’t make her wait”

He quickly dried himself off and changed back into his clothes as he kissed her “I’ll text you, I’ll make sure I see you again before we leave. Remember what I said okay ? You and me Cece, we’re gonna be okay. Just act like normal” “I know” she gave a small smile “I’ll see you” he kissed her head and walked off

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Cecelia got ready and let a note for housekeeping to clean her room on the door as she went down to the lobby and spotted Nate “Hey” she smiled “There you are” he grinned, greeting her with a hug “Whoa you look ho-...I mean really nice” She laughed, suddenly feeling shy “I should go change”

“You look….you look like a million bucks” Nate admitted “Now come on, let’s get going” Cece walked with him to an uber and fixed her skirt “I haven’t been to Circus Circus since I was like 8 and it was pretty cool back then, you better ride all the rides with me” “I’ve never ever been but I heard it’s low key a shit show” he chuckled as he got in with her “Lot’s of the guys are heading to these fancy ass dinners and here you and I are….on our way to an arcade” Cece chuckled “It beats a snobby dinner any day”

The neon lights of the Strip were mesmerizing, but it was the blend of nostalgia and excitement at Circus Circus that truly captivated them once they arrived. They headed straight for the hotel's famous arcade as soon as they got out of their uber.

The sounds of pinball machines and the flashing lights of video games enveloped them as they walked through the entrance. Cece’s eyes lit up as she spotted her favorite game, “Air Hockey.”

Nate grinned, knowing he was about to face a worthy opponent “I know real hockey, I got a feeling you’re gonna kick my ass here” “You’re right, I am” she grinned They played game after game, laughing and teasing each other. After a particularly intense match, she emerged victorious and playfully gave him a thumbs down

“Beginner’s luck,” Nate joked with a frown “I didn’t stretch, my arm’s all over the place” “Okay loser” Cece chuckled

As the arcade started to wind down, Cece and Nate decided it was time to tackle the rides. They headed to the Adventure Dome, the indoor amusement park at Circus Circus. The glow of neon lights and the hum of roller coasters created an electric atmosphere.

Their first ride was the “Chaos Coaster,” a roller coaster that spun them in circles while looping and diving. Nate tried his best to maintain his composure as she just laughed at him, never did she expect someone as tough as him to be so nervous. As they exited, her hair was a mess and Nate’s face was flushed red “That was insane” she smiled “You alright ?”

“I’m never doing that shit again” he shook his head quickly

As the night deepened, the Adventure Dome had less and less kids and became more of their own little playground. Cece and Nate wandered through the park, indulging in some junk food as they walked around

“That’s the cutest bear I’ve seen” she pointed a pink teddy bear by the arcade

“I’ll win you it” he chuckled as he paid for 3 basketball shots “Alright here we go” he took a shot and missed, blushing as he looked back at her “Alright second time” he repeated, missing again

“You suck” Cece laughed “I can even make it”

“I was messing around,” Nate said back, shooting the ball for the 3rd time and making it “There we go !” he put his hands up in fake cheer as he took the bear from the worker and handed it over “For you, I keep my word”

She smiled and kissed his cheek softly “Thank you”

“Yeah…yeah for sure” he nodded “Wanna head back and eat some burgers ? Heard the hotel has a really good place”

“You read my mind” Cece nodded as they walked outside and opted for a cab this time

They arrived back at the Wynn just before midnight and got out, just as Jacqueline and Sidney were getting back at the same time. Cece’s immediately stiffened when she made eye contact with Jacqueline and instinctively held Nate’s hand in hers

“I can’t stand her” Nate mumbled under his breath as they walked “Sid looks wasted, that’s not like him, she looks pissed which is her usual face” “He does look….inebriated” Cece nodded “Um…listen why don’t you go help them out and we can have lunch tomorrow by the pool after media ?” “Yeah okay” he grinned “Sounds good to me, I’ll see you then”

After a quick goodbye hug she was on her way inside when she heard her name being called, she realized it was none other than Jacqueline and walked over nervously “Yes…Mrs.Crosby”

“I need you to get us another room” Jacqueline ordered “I want the presidential suite, I want warm towels and 4 bottles of sparkling water and ibuprofen there. As you can see, we had a lot of fun tonight” she smiled sweetly

Cece nodded quickly “I-I got it”

“And one more thing” Jacqueline stopped her with a firm hold on her shoulder

“Yes ?” Cece asked

“Cover yourself up Cecelia, you look like you belong at a club and I don’t mean a dance club” she said coldly “Have some respect please”

It was the mention of her name that slowly hot Sidney out his drunken state as he did his best to conceal his erection with his suit jacket upon seeing how good Cecelia looked, what killed it instantly was seeing Nate next to her, his brain was mush but he could see Jacqueline and him having words while Cecelia walked away hastily

“I….I need a bucket” he hoarsed out

“Shit hold it” Nate walked over and put his arm around him as he helped him up “Come on dude, I got you”

“He had one too many shots of whiskey at skybar” Jacqueline rolled her eyes “Not to mention the 2 beers and shot of tequila he had at the hotel room, he was on one” she looked at her phone “And I just got the room confirmation, let’s go” “What got him so drunk ?” Nate asked as security took them to a separate elevator “Beats me” she shrugged as they got off on their floor and into their suite as Nate helped sidney onto the bed “He was happy as can be at dinner, had a smile nice and wide like a cheshire cat while talking with everyone and at the bar, everything was fine, but here we are thanks for helping. See you” She immediately went and changed into her silk nightgown and laid down next to him, undressing him as she kissed him “It’s just us now” “No” Sidney muttered when she felt unbutton his shirt and remove it “Stop Jac,” “Shh” Jacqueline whispered as she straddled him “It’s okay, it’s me baby. I’m just kissing you…I love you so much” “Jac” he repeated louder when she removed his belt “Get off me” he placed his hands on her shoulders “Please” “Sidney…I’m wearing a silk nightie…I look sexy…I want to be intimate with you” she said quietly “You were so happy at dinner, you were laughing and smiling, you were fun at the bar with everyone. I made you happy, you were happy because of me now please….let’s have sex” Sidney shook his head, partly in embarrassment on her behalf, she was making a fool out of herself. She thought he was happy because of her, she thought his mood was because of her. He slowly sat up and rubbed his forehead “I need water” he whispered “And I need rest, I wanna spend the day with the boys tomorrow” Jacqueline handed him a bottle of water and sat back “I’ll cancel massages and lunch” she said back to her cold demeanor He shook his head, knowing somehow he needed to get to Cece somehow the next day to see what was going on with her and Nate.

#sidney crosby #sidney crosby fanfiction #sidney crosby blurb #sidney crosby imagine #sidney crosby fic #nathan mackinnon #hockey fic #sidney crosby fanfic #sidney crosby story #nhl fic

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Hi, Jac!! I am really enjoying reading "and the sun still sets the same" so far, and I would love to hear more about the frack au Jacobs siblings. Do Esther, Meyer, and Les live close to where the twins go to college? If not, what do they do to keep in touch (if they do keep in touch)? Does Les plan to go to college, and if so, what does he want to major in?

YESSSSS i adore them ugh. they are so so perf!!

so first things first, davey and sarah go to school about two and a half hours away from their family- close enough to go home if needed but far enough that they’re a little more independent.

davey has an INCREDIBLE relationship with his parents; he might be jaded and kind of prickly-looking, but he has evening yap sessions with esther nearly every day! he facetimes her while he cooks dinner, which just so happens to be when she’s cooking dinner as well, so he chats with her all the time. their dinner talks are something david tries hard not to miss!

i think sarah would definitely talk to esther a lot, too— maybe not as often as davey, but multiple times a week. i feel like that early morning talks while sarah’s on her morning run or just walking around campus would be their catch up time!

they both love mayer too obviously but he’s not a super big “use the phone” guy, so davey usually sees him in the background of facetimes (and he comes over to yap for about ten minutes or so) and sarah calls him on his lunch breaks at work!

their parents didn’t go to college, so davey and sarah are both first gen students, and esther and mayer can’t really afford to help that much but they do ALL they can. they don’t want their kids to struggle anymore than they have to.

they also both talk to les all the time. the jacobs fam is perfect in general but even MORE perfect in this au

les is around 12-14 in this fic (i havent decided yet) and he doesn’t really show up but i have thoughts. he’s the only straight Jacobs sibling, not that it matters bc he’s a middle schooler but it’s important to Me that you know that

les would be such a like….. sports marketing or business major. everyone thinks hes another frat bro douchebag because hes a straight guy business major but both of his siblings are queer and his parents didn’t raise a bitch

anyway i love them. im imagining esther and mayer being the two people that can make david smile and laugh like jack can and that’s a HUUUUGE thing that sarah notices when she first meets jack

esther thinks all of davey’s tattoos are so so cool and mayer was with him when he bought his first skirt. they completely support sarah’s love of fashion design and will even model for her if she has an idea for something they’d like. they are quite literally the best most supportive family on the planet

i could talk about them allllll day but alas, i will stop

#davey jacobs #david jacobs #sarah jacobs #the jacobs family #les jacobs #esther jacobs #newsies #livesies #uksies #92sies #jack kelly #ask a jac !#newsies musical #frat boy jack au

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ohwynne · 7 months ago

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TIMING: After Wynne returned from Ireland LOCATION: Wynne's tiny home. PARTIES: @vanoincidence & @ohwynne SUMMARY: Wynne and Van have tea and talk about demons. CONTENT WARNING: N/A

The kettle whistled but it sounded to Wynne like a banshee screaming. Many things did. A creaking door, a howl of the wind, a beep of a phone. Their mind had become a tricky thing once more, memories leaking through as if they were a dripping faucet that never properly closed. Drip, drip, drip. Declan’s body. Elias’ blood. Regan passed out in the car. Drip, drip, drip. Jac dying at the altar. Padrig's guts ripped out. Their skirt getting caught in brambles as they ran.

They turned off the gas. The screaming stopped. They poured the hot water in two cups, moved over to Van and placed one in front of them. On the kitchen table stood a box with various bags of tea. Usually they’d try to make something fresh and herbal, but they didn’t have the energy, so dried tea it was.

Wynne sat with their legs pulled up, knees against the table. “I have … cookies somewhere. If you want.” They glanced at the table, wanted to lay their head on it and stare at the wall. They were so very tired. But Van was here and they had things to talk about. Big things. Rhiannon jumped on the table and they stroked his thick orange fur. “Yeah. You know.” They weren’t sure what they were saying. Nora wasn’t home, still. Everything was bad, still. “Sorry about the cat hairs.”

Van knew that Wynne had come home, but until she saw them, she wouldn’t feel satisfied with the statement. I’m home could mean a lot of things. It could mean what it meant to Nora who said she was coming home, but left soon after. Until Van saw Wynne, she wouldn’t feel settled, and even after she arrived at their front door, she still felt sick to her stomach over what had happened.

Van had hugged Wynne, something she never did. She didn’t really like physical contact, not in the way most people meant it. But it was purposeful, the way she had wrapped her arms around them, and the way she had let herself be directed inside.

She sat across from Wynne now, hands in her lap as they brought the water to a boil. It felt like she was being rattled inside, too. The lip of the pot bouncing as the water grew hotter and hotter. She felt like that most days. But the sound stopped, and steam reached just beneath her chin as the mug was pushed forward. She looked at the array of tea bags, opting for mint.

“I ate like, a ton before coming.” It wasn’t necessarily a lie, but not necessarily the truth. “Maybe we can uh, do cookies later or something.” Van looked up to meet Wynne’s gaze, thoughts whirring in one place, the topic of demons, banshees, Nora, and Declan all creating something vicious out of what wasn’t typically peaceful, but calmer. “No, I like them. I mean, I don’t like, go out of my way to get covered in cat hairs, but…” She cleared her throat. “You can sleep, you know. We can um– I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” Okay was such a fucked up word, wasn’t it? “I thought that maybe…” She shrugged, “I was worried.”

The air was thick. Not with the oncoming summer or the threat of rain or pollen, but with unspoken things. There was a conversation to be had at this table, on this day, over these mugs of tea — there were veils to lift and things to confess. Wynne’s was tight with the anticipation of it, the knowledge that Van and them would grow closer through honesty but that they’d have to bare themself, too.

It might have been easier to do this over text, but it was better not to. They knew that. They were tired, anyway, of conveying ugly truths through messages on a screen. It was just hard to put these things to words. To know when they could stop talking about tea and cat hairs and food. When the conversation shifted. They hoped it’d just happen, that they wouldn’t have to awkwardly maneuvre the chit-chat into a Conversation.

They plucked a bag of tea from the container without looking, dropping it in. Their appetite hadn’t returned yet, even if they had. Besides, they only bought tea they liked anyway. “Oh, yeah, sounds good.” A few weeks ago they would have had freshly baked cookies. It has been hard to cook, though. They didn't like holding the knife.

“And no, it's okay, I need to try and sleep in the night, you know? Jet lag, or something. I don't get it but it's annoying.” They stared at their mug as Van worried, watching steam rise and curl. They wanted to be like that. “I’m here. That's what I care about most. That that's over. And that I'm also not … in my old home any more. I guess we should talk. Right? How do you… do that?” They pressed a hand against their forehead. “I mean I know how to talk. Obviously. Just… it's hard.”

“I’ve only ever been like, one timezone back, so I don’t think I ever got jet lag from that.” Exhaustion after travel looked different on everyone, and she knew that there were a lot more things than just air time plaguing Wynne. Van looked down at her tea as the color from the sachet bloomed through the water– something not quite true green bled through. It felt like she was looking at her insides.

She looked up at Wynne as they began to speak, eyebrows furrowing slightly in response to the non-questions that came through to meet in the middle. “Do… what? Talk? I just sorta open my mouth.” A harsh laugh left Van as she tried to push the unease away. She shook her head a moment later, pressing her index finger against the hot mug. It burned, but it was a reminder that she was here across from Wynne and that she couldn’t get lost to the whirring inside of her mind. She retracted her finger after a few seconds, drawing her hands back into her lap.

“You mean like, the demon thing, right?” She shrugged, “I don’t… actually know. It happens when I think I’m going to die.” She wasn’t sure if that was totally true given she didn’t think the situation with Diana called for a demon, but it was getting harder to parse through exactly what had happened these days. “But the rest of it, um– the melting, the other stuff… I break glass when I get nervous or upset, too. It’s magic.” The word fell off her tongue like it’d always been there. She had finally garnered a taste for it, and it was a strange thing to behold. “Somebody who– they also do magic, I think? Uh, they called me a summoner. I’ve been looking into it, but…” She twiddled her thumbs beneath the table, nails scraping along the edge of the wooden fixture. “It’s still kind of new? Not really new, but the um, acknowledging thing, I mean.”

They still struggled to even grasp the fact that they had gone and come back from Ireland, that a plane had taken them to a place in a so-called different timezone. Never mind all that had happened in that place. It was strange, to be struck by disbelief while also constantly remembering the things that had happened vividly. Wynne shrugged. “Fair enough. It’s not great. People complain about it like a lot at the airport.”

Van was laughing and they were too, but it wasn’t the way they usually laughed together. There was something morose about it, which was how they felt about things most of the time these days. As if a thick, dark cloak had been laid over everything. “Oh,” they said. “Me too. That’s how I do it too.” It was funny. But it also wasn’t. But it really was. When Wynne laughed again it was a little more sincere.

Van was magic. They’d suspected something like it, considering what had happened to the vampire. But the fact that it had to do with demons made Wynne feel uneasy — they knew there were nice (or at least … kind of nice) demons out there, but they had a feeling those were in the minority. “I … am … it’s good, that you’re acknowledging it more. I can try to help to look into it. Maybe the library can help.” Maybe it was in the restricted section, though. “So the thing … that claw that took the vampire, was that a demon?” They bit their lip. It would be very ironic if it was a demon who had saved them both from the vampire — but then a demon had helped them before. “Do you think planes are held up with magic like yours?” They frowned at their mug. “Um, not important. I just don’t get how they work without magic, so I think it is magic.” They pulled up one leg, placing their foot on the chair. “Demons … are dangerous.”

“I think that’s like, normal, right?” Van relaxed slightly, no longer feeling as though she might dissolve on the spot. There was a lot to be worried about these days, but she didn’t want to project that onto Wynne. They already had enough to deal with. “To talk with your mouth. I mean, I guess you could talk with other things, but…” She shrugged. Now wasn’t the time to get stuck on the logistics of how to talk in other ways.

She tried to not let Wynne’s expression deter her from continuing on with her explanation. “I’m a little worried that looking into it will like, make people look into me, you know?” If there were hunters for things like werewolves and undead, then who was to say there wasn’t a hunter for what she was, either? Maybe it was self-involved to think that, but she couldn’t be too sure. This world was still new to her. “But, um…” Did Wynne know that Teddy also possessed magic? She didn’t want to out them, so she didn’t bring them up by name. “I have some other help, and I think… I would like yours, too, if you’re offering it.” It might be nice to have somebody normal on the sidelines.

At Wynne’s question, Van faltered slightly. “I… didn’t know that’s what it was when it happened– that time or like, the others.” There had been others, and there was no shying away from that fact. “I’m not really sure… I don’t know a lot about this.” She wiggled her fingers above the table, looking down at them. They looked so normal, but each time magic swept over her, she could feel the electricity buzzing in the pads of her fingers, extending all the way down her wrists like some sort of alternate vein.

Iron pooled at the tip of Van’s tongue as Wynne stated the obvious. “I know– I definitely know that. I’m not– I don’t…” With a sigh, Van pushed some hair out of her eyes. “I’m learning about it. The magic part, not the demon part– I don’t know– I think that I need to learn about that part, too, if I want to be able to control stuff. But I guess– summoners– me, I–” Another deep breath, another finger pressed to the now cooling mug, “it’s not just demons… we can summon other things.” She hadn’t read a ton into it, being too preoccupied with everyone in Ireland and their fates, but now that everyone was back (except for Nora), maybe she could find the time again.

“I think so, yes. I saw a video of someone who talked without moving their mouth, though? But I assume the noise still came from their mouth.” Wynne frowned. It was really not the most important thing, and yet their mind kept coming back to it. It was baked air, like the things people had said on the stage of the trial. They didn’t mind it this time, though. “Or like, sign language.”

They nodded when Van asked if they understood. They did, in a way. There were always people looking out to hurt others, after all. It made sense maybe people would look into Van with bad intentions, too. “Of course. It’s good to be cautious. I think it always is. But I would be glad to help. And I’m glad you have help.” The world was so vast and to face it alone was impossible, though Wynne had tried in those first months after running from the commune. “I don’t know a lot about magic but I can look for answers.” Maybe that restricted section of the library should be broken into after all.

They felt a pang in their stomach as Van struggled to speak and hoped it wasn’t because of them. Wynne was silent as she tried to find the words, sipping their tea patiently and looking at her carefully. They tried to imagine what it was like, to begin to realize there was something within your power that you didn’t quite understand yet. They already struggled with all their own realizations — like that maybe they had grown up in a cult and that it was okay, really, that they were still alive. “It must be hard. To try and figure all this out. But um, you’re like not alone.”

They put down their mug. “I don’t … I don’t know a lot about magic, but I know some things about demons. Like that there are different types. And some are nice, but most of them are tricksters. And they can look like humans or like something else.” Wynne swallowed. “And some of them want human sacrifices. But there are rituals to get rid of them and other things. I can also learn more about it if you want, I have a source.” They didn’t want to name Teddy, but they were just around the corner. So was Gabagool, who was a bit more obviously a demon expert. “And other things? Like … if you got better, you could summon us freshly baked cookies?”

“Oh, true. Yeah.” Van pushed herself to think outside the box– to not be so embroiled with what she’d always been faced with. It was hard, acknowledging the things outside of her bubble, but it had to happen if she was going to face any growth. Wynne’s ways of looking at things was only further proof of that. It was a simple thing; a discussion about discussion, but it held more worth than just that alone.

Wynne seemed to understand her in a way that few did. They offered their help, but didn’t demand she take it. That felt… nice. Wynne was just Wynne, and for them to extend their hand, it meant a great deal to her. Van nodded, “I’d… really like that, Wynne. Thank you.” That almost felt too formal for her. “Like, I would really like that. I think it’d help a lot, to know I’m not doing it alone.” She hadn’t been– she had people in her corner, but with Wynne, it felt different. Maybe because they had a lot more to lose, so it made Van feel that much more protective.

The only demons that Van had been faced with so far were the kinds that saved her life. Were they good? Would they have killed her, too, if given the chance? She thought back to the feathery hand, and how if she plucked each delicate white strand away, what would be left? Somebody like her who had lost something? Or would it be something more sinister? “So it’s like people, like– all different kinds. That makes sense, too.” They wouldn’t all be bad– nothing could be all bad, because if that were true, then what Jade had done would have been right, and Van didn’t think what Jade had done, or did in her past, was right at all. But there were bad things, too, and Wynne affirmed that. It was a difficult thing to swallow– that maybe the portals she created that took down those going against her weren’t the only bad things. That the creatures she unknowingly asked for help were a part of it, too.

“It’s just… a lot. All of it.” Whether she meant the demons and her magic or the whole Ireland trip, she wasn’t sure. Van took a deep breath and looked down at the tea that was reflecting back at her. “I would like, so much rather summon cookies or something.” Hopefully they’d be regular cookies. “Or like, maybe if Nora runs away again, I can just summon her right back.” It was a joke she had exchanged with Emilio, but the idea of it felt less like a joke and more or less hopeful.

“But seriously, Wynne. I don’t– I won’t ever hurt you with it. I hope you know that.” Not intentionally, at least. She hoped by the time Wynne came face to face with her magic again, she’d have it under better control. Van offered them a weak smile. “It… this is all like, so messed up.” All of it. They should’ve been able to exist as regular twenty-somethings, not in complete fear that any move they made could end up with them in a casket. “I just wanted you to know that, though. The power stuff. It felt wrong um, not talking about it.”

Maybe that was the most important thing there was in the world. To not be alone when going through these kind of realizations, to have people to look along with you. Wynne wished they could be more to Van than an extra pair of eyes, that they could offer her a kind of guidance and wisdom that she certainly deserved — but when it came to magic they were wholly ignorant. But they’d try, and at the very least they would be there with tea and other things.

“Of course, Van. You know, you helped me so much. Help me still. With all the things I don’t know, which are a lot of things,” they smiled a little. “And I get that this is different, but it also isn’t. Friends help each other.” And this was easily accepted by now. Van was their friend and would continue to be their friend, even in the face of demons and former communes (cults?), even in the face of explosive magic.

They nodded. “Just like humans. Or people. All different kinds,” they echoed the sentiment, because it was the sentiment they were trying to build their life on. Wynne wasn’t struggling to develop a philosophy outside of the one they had abandoned, but this was a core part of it. Everyone had the ability to be good, just as everyone had the ability to be bad — and though some people had more powers to do bad with their bad intentions, it was still about intent. If a bad person had Van’s powers, it would be horrible. But Van was good. “But … I think they’re still, when they’re bad … they are very dangerous.”

Van was right. It was a lot, all of it. But it had been a lot since they had ran from home, the entire world an overwhelming cacophony of sound and bright lights. Though there was pain and fear, though, that lotness also came with these things. Van. Jokes. Tea. They clung to their cup. “Maybe you can practice that. And summoning Nora, but maybe you can use me for practice so she doesn’t have to know.”

Wynne frowned at Van before nodding their head again, meaning every bop of their head. “Of course. Of course, I know. I — you saved us, last time. And I am glad we’re talking about it. That we can talk more about my home, too. That it’s all … open and discussable and that it’s okay to discuss it. Because I trust you, okay? To hear my things, but also to not hurt me.”

“Yeah! Like, one day you’re going to totally wreck me at Mario Kart. Maybe not right now, but one day.” It felt nice to joke, to laugh with Wynne across from her. The days of staring down at her phone screen, of waiting for response after response; of finding out whether or not the people she cared about were okay weren’t necessarily behind her, but for the time being it was. At least, in Wynne and Regan’s case. Van so desperately wanted to find Nora, to show her the love that those in Wicked’s Rest had for her, to show her that even if home didn’t feel like home, it could mimic the feeling until it felt real. That was what it always felt like; Van never felt at home, but with Wynne across from her, she felt like she was getting closer. Van wanted both Nora and Wynne to feel that way, and she hoped that one day they would. “Friends definitely help each other, yeah.” Always, no matter what.

Wynne held warnings in the palm of their hand, spilling them onto the table. They traced them out– a warning, a promise, the acknowledgment that while other things might be dangerous, Wynne didn’t think she was dangerous. Van wasn’t sure how to feel about that. Most of her life, she’d been treated as a fragile thing, and so she learned how to crack at will, to fall apart as that was what most expected from her. Wynne treated her with the respect she’d been looking for, much like Erin and Nora. “I understand, and I trust you.” Because Van had no reason not to. Because Wynne spoke of these things with an understanding that rivaled the ability to actually dredge up shadows and souls alike.

Van snorted at the thought of practicing with Wynne. “Maybe when Teddy gets back we can try.” She didn’t think she’d actually use Wynne for any kind of summoning practice, but the offer sat heavy on her shoulders, or rather, the trust did.

As Wynne went on to speak, Van sat in a silence that enveloped her, not in fear or turmoil, but in hope and understanding. “What happened? Was it the– your home, right? Something happened… before you got here.” Van bit the inside of her cheek as she watched her friend, searching for something– for the moment she should reach across the table, even if she wasn’t very good at physical affection. She wanted to learn more about her friend, not just because Wynne had insisted, but because this level of trust meant something, and Van wanted to show that she was reliable.

They chuckled. “I totally will. The power of the toadstool will help me and I will finally get first place,” said Wynne, knowing that this was a very distant reality. They didn’t mind losing against Van so much, though, so it didn’t matter. They had skills that she didn’t have and through that they could help one another. It was very nice, actually. “Maybe we can play some games in a bit, if you want. Teddy got me a console –” They said the word with a bit of uncertainty, not sure if it was the right term. “– but I don’t really get it yet. It’s nice to watch Netflix with though.”

They gave their trust too easily, they knew that now, but the thing that existed between Van and them was different than that kind of trust. This was something that went deeper than believing things at face-value and expecting the best from people — this was the kind of trust that came with friendship, with knowing they could rely on Van. For fun, but for support and safety too. A kind of trust that Van wouldn’t exploit them or hurt them. “And I trust you.”

A large sip was taken from their cup, the tea not as hot as it had once been but still warming up their insides as it traveled down. They wanted to fill their mouth and throat and stomach with tea so they wouldn’t have to repeat what had happened — but they owed Van the truth. And it wasn’t like they hesitated because they thought she’d look at them different, after all. That fear of condemnation seemed to have left them, at the very least.

“My commune — well, maybe … maybe it was a cult, actually. But we revered a demon. It gave us boons and stuff. And we … well, had to sacrifice one person every so often, and it was supposed to be me, but I didn’t want to die, so —” They swallowed, even if their mouth was dry. “I ran away. And then they —” Again, their mouth was dry. Wynne looked at their hands around their mug. “Had to find a replacement, so it was my brother. And then … Emilio, he found out for me, and then … we went there. To get rid of the demon. And Dr Kavanagh helped, too. And –” They shrugged. “I guess it’s over now. But it doesn’t feel like it. I am still there sometimes. And I still — you know, think about what ifs. And being in Ireland was so … they were so weird there, but also similar to home. It’s … yeah. But I know about demons because of it. That’s what happened.”

Van’s eyes lit up at the promise of video games after the discussions of how deeply traumatized they both were had ended. Van liked having these kinds of conversations because it meant she was growing, but she was a girl who liked to game at heart, and at Wynne’s suggestion, she nodded. “No, for sure, we can definitely play! I can show you how to like, actually use it and stuff. For things other than Netflix.” She smiled at Wynne, wondering if she could get their phone later to install a few different games on. It was easy to get lost in the ways that their communion could revel in comfort, but she knew it was important to understand the ways in which they needed to be there for one another through the dark stuff, too. It was, at the very least, easier to acknowledge than before.

There was the temptation, after seeing the look in Wynne’s eyes, to tell them that they could discuss it later. But wouldn’t it hurt later, too? Wouldn’t there be that same look in their eye, the subtle shake of their fingers as they clasped it around their mug? Van knew that now was the time to listen, not to insist that they could revisit it another time. This was important, and Van had shared her truth no matter the fear that came with it, and Wynne wanted to do the same. Van owed it to them to listen instead of make excuses.

As Wynne went on to tell their story, Van could feel their mouth widening, forming a perfect and round ‘o’. That wasn’t something she had expected, but it made sense, with Wynne knowing a lot about demons. Or, at least, way more than she did. Van reached across the table finally, closing a hand over one of Wynne’s that was still wrapped around their mug. It felt like the right thing to do, and she wanted to do the right thing by them. “You feel guilty, right? About surviving? Both times?” Van could understand that, too. She felt guilty about Diana, about Debbie– hell, even about the banshees that had taken her home from her. How she had gotten to live in the bubble of safety, of what Jade didn’t categorize as dangerous– how others simply existing with what they were had been condemned. Wynne had been condemned, but they had crawled out of it– had escaped the fact of death, despite the odds. “I’m like, really glad you didn’t die.” She thought that much was obvious. “Before, and in Ireland. Both times. You deserve to live, you know.” This wasn’t about her, but she felt like she was talking to herself, too.

Van squeezed Wynne’s hand, running through the number of things people much wiser than her had said to her in the hopes of bringing her back from the brink. But it didn’t seem like Wynne was on any ledge. This was a conversation filled with hope and trust, and Van needed to treat it as such, instead of imposing her own versions of grief and understanding onto them. “I’m sorry about your brother.” Van’s lower lip trembled slightly as she spoke, “and I’m sorry that it feels like you’re still there.” Van knew how that felt. She was still in that parking lot, standing across from Diana. She was still in the grocery store with Debbie. She was standing across from the banshee that had taken the last thing of her family from her. But she was in front of Wynne, and Wynne was in front of her. They were here, together. “But you’re here. We both um… we both are. We’re both here, and like, it’s super– this is so dumb, but we’re stronger than our demons. Literally.” A hiccup left Van and she reached up to touch her face with her free hand, realizing that tears had begun streaming down her cheeks.

Wynne’s story made Van want to learn how to control her magic instead of run away from it. It shouldn’t have been the defining factor for her, considering the tragedies that had already occurred, but she wanted to make sure that Wynne would never have to face something like that again, not if she could help it. “Thank you. Um…” She blinked away the tears, “for telling me.”

“I’d really love that,” they said, smiling brightly. Van was so clever when it came to technology, but also someone that Wynne liked to learn from. And playing games they did like — even if the ones they were used to were more card or board based. Video games were fun to play by yourself, though, which was nice. They liked the idea of drowning out their thoughts by pushing buttons.

As the truth spilled from them, Van reacted with a kindness they might not have allowed a few months back. They no longer expected people to respond with anger, to condemn them for their betrayal and so they let their friend touch their hand. And even if Van were to tell them that they should have died, that they had been selfish and a traitor — they’d have the knowledge that plenty of others thought differently, themself included. But Van just took their hand and offered words of understanding.

They nodded tentatively, “Yes.” It was a heavy way to live, to feel like there should be something shameful about every breath and step taken. And yet that was the truth of it — they felt guilty for sitting here. “I’m trying … I’m trying not to. I am also glad I lived. Even if I feel guilty, too.” There would never be any undoing of it — no possible way to bring back Iwan or to turn the clock on what had happened in Ireland. Their past was a trail littered with mistake but it was a trail that kept going, winding through forest and field and past beaches. It kept going.

There was another dip of their head, their eyes glued to the squeeze of Van’s hand around theirs. Wynne took the sympathy in stride, not feeling discomforted as it came from the other. “Me too.” They looked at Van and at the tears on her face and felt something loosen in their throat, a tightness they hadn’t realized was there until now. They, too, cried. “It’s … no, it’s true. It’s not dumb at all. We are stronger than them.” The demon had died. Wynne still lived. That trail kept going.

“Of course. And – thank you for listening.” They turned their hand around so palm met palm and held onto Van’s, not wanting to let go just yet even if they didn’t know what to say any more.

Van had felt alone for so much of her life, that the feeling of having Wynne across from her still felt slightly foreign. It felt like that time by the mines with Nora, signs melting down to nothing as Nora exposed herself as an entirely different being altogether. She was learning things about those she called friends, and in turn it made her feel less alone, less… desperate for understanding.

They could take their time together, she thought. Her hand remained overtop of Wynne’s as she looked at them, vision only slightly blurred from the tears that ran down. It was a special thing, being able to fall into step with somebody else’s trauma, even if the ones that she’d experienced had been so far removed from anything that Wynne had. She bit the inside of her cheek as she watched them, “I’m glad you told me. Really, really glad, Wynne.” There was nothing but sincerity in her voice as she squeezed their hand.

With her other hand, she grabbed her mug which had cooled off considerably. The tea was lukewarm, but Van didn’t care. “I feel like, so adult right now.” Drinking tea and crying– she’d seen her mom do it a thousand times over. Only, her woes weren’t about a fragile daughter or money, but something entirely different. Things would be okay. Maybe not right now, when everything was so fresh, but eventually– Van had to believe that. Not only for her sake, but for Wynne’s, Nora’s, and Regan’s, too.

#van.#tea time.#threads.

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jacscorner · 1 year ago

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Jeez, Tumblr, what's the point of a community label for mature and sexual themes then?

I know that maybe, like, 5 people on this site would've actually gave a damn, but, like, come on.

But whatever, I guess. Here's a link to my dA stash of the pic and story proper. It DOES involve NSFW art from a D-Tier artist, so be wary.

#JAC Chat

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tdadtwch · 6 months ago

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IRON GIANT WEREWOLF AU: Chapter 3 Preview

Heath inhaled another puff of smoke, smirking as he made his way across the blacktop. Benny was waiting for him in a shady spot on the other side of the court. He popped open a can of beer before looking up at the other teen.

“Who was that?”

“Nobody, just a cuck who thinks he’s more important than he actually is.”

Shrugging, Benny took a swig of his beer as Heath sat on the ground next to him. They spent the next few minutes in comfortable silence, watching as Adam and a few other guys chatted amongst themselves. Heath took another drag of the cigarette and looked over at Benny.

“Hey, let me hit that,” he said, gesturing to the drink. He took the can from the other boy and gulped down some of the lukewarm beverage. He usually preferred vodka over beer but the taste was fine regardless. Heath exhaled deeply, closing his eyes and soaking in the cool air.

He tried thinking of another time in his life where he felt this same amount of calm. What came to mind was a moment from his childhood, back when his father was alive and well. He and Hogarth were sitting on a bench and eating ice cream in the park. Jonathan Hughes was sitting behind them on the edge of the town’s fountain, quietly taking in the scenery. At some point Hogarth’s ice cream scoop fell onto the ground with a splat. Heath laughed and his own frozen treat was shoved into his face seconds later.

Now with a glob of Butter Pecan on his nose, both brothers glared at each other before turning to the sound of their dad’s laughter. Jonathan had laughed so hard that he slipped and fell backward into the fountain with a yelp. Hogarth and Heath immediately burst into a fit of hysterics, their previous feud disappearing from their minds.

Heath smiled as he opened his eyes, reminiscing on simpler times. Just two siblings and their dad having the time of their lives; the three of them against the world. He was pulled from his reverie when he noticed Benny watching him.

“...Do I have something on my face?”

Benny shook his head. “I just can’t believe you’re sitting here.”

“What, am I too close to His Majesty?” Heath quipped, passing the can back to him.

“Haha, smartass. But seriously, I never thought in a million years that you would be sitting here and hanging out with me. I mean this past week was the most fun I had in awhile.” Benny furrowed his brow. “Did somebody spike the water supply or something? Because it’s like you’re this whole new person.”

“Dude, I feel like a new person!” Technically, this statement was true.

Ever since his argument with Hogarth, Heath felt more and more different as the days went by. He was better, faster, stronger. Like an old machine taken apart and made anew. Colors were brighter, sounds were clearer and scents were fresher. He never felt more alive!

Sure, there were a few drawbacks—like the fur growing out of his scars and the white streaks appearing in his hair. But it’s nothing that a pair of scissors and some hair dye can’t fix.

Heath’s gaze drifted to the tattoo on Benny’s right upper arm. It was a black and white basketball with the number fourteen written over it. Pointing to it, he asked, “What’s the story behind that?”

Benny lifted his arm. “Oh, this? Just something I got before I left my hometown. It symbolizes all the baskets I scored during my first ever game. One of the best moments of my life.”

“Where’s home?”

“Dukesberry, New Hampshire.” Benny took another sip of beer, smiling wistfully. “It’s like Rockwell but with a large Jewish community.”

“Hey, fellas!” They looked up to see Adam waving his arms at them. “You guys up for another game? We want a rematch.”

Heath and Benny nodded eagerly as they both got up from the ground. Heath took back the can and stuffed his cigarette butt inside it before crushing the aluminum in his fist. He tossed it into a nearby garbage bin when Benny spoke up again.

“Hey, you doing anything Friday night?”

“Not really, why?”

“We’re going to a party at the old Jackson residence. I mentioned it to you before. The deserted farm outside of town?”

“I remember…” Heath arched an eyebrow. “So you seriously want me to come to this thing?”

“Yeah, dude. I think you’d have a good time.”

“What about everyone else? Wouldn’t it kill the mood if The Heathen turned up and crashed the party?”

“It’s not crashing if you’re invited,” Benny pointed out. When he noticed the slight hesitation in the teen’s gaze, he quickly added, “But if you don’t wanna go, then that’s fine too! I just thought I’d ask. Most of the school is gonna be there as well as some other people. It’s probably gonna be a bit overwhelming so if you say no, that’s totally—”

“Okay.”

Benny blinked. “Wait, what?”

“I said okay. We’ve been hanging out a lot anyway so I might as well tag along.” Heath threw an arm around the other’s shoulders. “Y’know, you’re not as annoying as I thought you’d be.”

Benny rolled his eyes as he blushed. “And you’re not as horrible at basketball as I thought you’d be so I guess we’re even.”

“I’ll show you horrible, you little bastard!” Heath laughed, putting the other teen into a headlock and ruffling his hair. Once they separated, he grinned roguishly. “Now let’s go fucking decimate these assholes.”

#iron giant #fanfic #fanfiction #hogarth hughes #the iron giant #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #heath hughes #writing update #writing #writeblr #writer

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arcanigenum · 8 months ago

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Plot idea with jacques and the boys verse:

Your nasty muse has had private chats with jac on whatever pr0n webcam site he's on (whether muse paid for a private show or just wanted to talk is up to you), and they agree to meet up irl for whatever reason(payment depends on how hot ur muse is)

#x. ooc

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charliehunnamsgf-character-ai · 1 year ago

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JACK MARSTON || MOUSE

#character ai #character ai bot #x character #x reader #x yn #jack marston #Jack Marston rdr2 #Jack Marston ai

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balshumetsbaragouin · 1 year ago

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Bittersweet Future: Chapter Fifteen

Summary:

Jack faces a reckoning at the White House, and we get a closer look at the Amity Park GSU HQ as two ghosts try to escape.

If You're Hoping For A Break...

He watched impassively as the last of the tanks disembarked from the Air Platforms. It had taken an hour after landing to get the final equipment and personnel out of the floating war centers, but finally he had no more excuses to put off meeting the F.B. He had been summoned before the President himself in an emergency meeting. He was looking forward to it as much as a root canal.

The determination and fire he’d been feeling as the sun set had solidified into a core of steel around his spine. This would be the battle of his career. “I can hear you cursing them out in your mind from over here Fenton.” Lt. Castle leaned in to whisper next to him.

“In every language I know, even that infernal Spectral bullshit.” Jack groused back. He suppressed a wince when leaning back to parade rest earned him a burst of protesting pain all through his ribs. He really should not have used that grenade, the fuck had he been thinking? “It’s not like I can hide in here forever; I’m sure they’ll bring a military escort to the facility if I take much longer.”

“Oh they wouldn’t dare. A bunch of jeeps with fatigued soldiers driving through the middle of D.C.? The last thing the President wants is to make things look more dire. D.C. loves to pretend it’s untouchable by war or danger, they wouldn’t give up the illusion just to drag you out of your kingdom.” Jill frowned. She sighed then and started to move away from the observation deck. “Come on Head Commander, we should go over some last details before we head to the White House.” She paused by the door when she noticed Jack still lingering.

“You’re not coming with me Jill.” He nearly whispered it, having just come to the conclusion firmly enough to say it out loud at all.

“Excuse me? In what universe would I let you face those vultures alone?”

“In the universe where I need you to be out of sight to avoid taking the blame.” He saw her beginning to work herself up for an argument, and cut her off at the pass, “Jillian, there’s a good chance they’re going to try and dismantle the agency.”

“Which is why I should be there! You know we’re unstoppable together.”

“I know we feel unstoppable together, that’s not the same thing as actually being invincible.” He groaned as his stiff protesting spine popped when he moved away from the observation window. “The President didn’t change the meeting with the Joint Chiefs to tonight because he wants a nice chat, or even a normal dressing down. If they only have one person in front of them to blame, then they’ll be happy to focus on them.”

“Jac—”

“The last time a mission went this badly on America soil, the President torpedo’d his career to protect mine. There needs to be a fall guy for this mess Lt. Castle, and they’re pissed enough to be glad to have two instead. I need you untouched after this bomb goes off. Someone I trust has to run this organization after I’m gone. I’m not convinced I can save my own career, but I will save the GSU.” He watched as she crossed her arms, still determined to argue this out with him.

“If we handle this meeting properly, no one’s career is going have to go up in smoke. Muller himself already said not a single person could have handled this operation better than us.”

“He thinks that at least…” He mumbled.

“It’s not just his opinion, any reasonable assessment of the situation will say the same. There’s no one else qualified to run this operation, and even if they want to cry about it, it’s not like they could do any better. Our job is to drive home into their useless skulls that truth.”

“Be that as it may, we both know politics isn’t about logic, it’s about feelings. They feel like someone has to be to blame for this clusterfuck, so they’ll string someone up regardless if it couldn’t have gone better. I need there to be fewer targets for their rage. Further,” he continued, barreling over her as soon as she opened her mouth, “there’s still all the post-battle data to go through, the forms to be signed to release bodies to families and inform them of the deaths, and I think you promised that pilot a proper chewing out earlier today.” His tone was lighter here, but he was no less firm. She wasn’t coming with him this time. He felt his shoulders tighten at the expression on her face. She still wanted to argue and he didn’t have the time for it. “Don’t make this an order Jill, please…”

The sigh she let out was resigned then, finally, “alright Fenton. But if I hear from some of those White House aides, that you just rolled over and made a fool of yourself in there, your career will be the least of your worries.” She half-limped over then to punch him on the arm. “Go get ‘em soldier.” With that, she walked out of the observation room, her uneven footfalls growing ever softer in the growing gloomy misery left with her retreat.

One fight down, the main event to go...He thought. He pulled up the last of the forms needing his signature on the digital screen before him, trying not to think of them as the last acts he’d have as the Head Commander of the GSU. A few minutes later, he was dressed in civvies, his comfortable ecto-suit traded for the much more mundane kind. He didn’t have time to do much more than wipe the worse of the grime off his face and hands. He still smelled of spent munitions’ smoke and the sharp ozone of anti-ectoplasm fire when he slid into the chauffeured car headed towards the heart of D.C. He hoped rolling down the window on the way to the meeting would blow off the worst of the stench. He might think of the smell as the glorious remnants of battle, but to the pencil pushing bureaucrats that ran the F.B, it was the smell of failure.

The car ride went by fast. He’d spent it with his head down reviewing the printouts of the battle’s summaries and the hastily cobbled together analysis of the worn-thin remaining officers. Several of them were completely useless, written by drained human beings who’d never had to write up a field report before, the consequences of all the field promotions. Luckily, several of his oldest officers had survived the battle, and given proper assessments...those weren’t any better than the inexperienced cruft he’d sifted through. They were more competently written, but all the competence in the world didn’t turn a disaster into a resounding victory. Still, their information was invaluable. General Birch especially liked to get into the nitty-gritty of individual team tactics and weapon’s usage.

He was a personnel person at heart, much like Jack Fenton himself, and so zeroed in on proper training and group tactics before technology or even larger command tactics. He thought if they’d met under different circumstances, they could’ve been proper colleagues, friends perhaps. But tonight, he was the enemy. The thought was grim and sour in his mind as he car pulled to a stop outside of the White House.

The omnipresent security around the President’s residence waved his car through, directing him around the back. At this time of night, the lights illuminating the front-facing façade of the building was more ominous than impressive, making hollowed out skulls of the faces of the men guarding the place. The stone faced watchers observing my solemn walk to the gallows. There were more Secret Service standing around than usual, the President likely aware of the way the light threw their faces into unforgiving relief. Now, he was amused; they were trying to intimidate him.

They still felt he had the upper hand on some level. Why else go through all the trouble to try and dampen his spirits? When he slid back out of the car and started up the walk to the back of the White House in the sticky warm D.C. summer air, his confidence only grew with every mean-mugging Secret Service agent milling around to greet him. He kept it in check, trying to conquer the feeling of misplaced confidence. They’d likely also reckoned Lt. Castle would be here. He reasoned. His assumption was rewarded when the aide standing at the door did a double take when only he appeared to be guided inside.

“Is the Deputy Commander not here? I didn’t think her injuries were so serious…” the aide trailed off, trying to further poison the well against the agency.

“Not at all, she’s in no danger health wise. But, someone must remain at HQ to continue the rest of the post-battle operations. There are officers to interview, masses of data to review, and since this meeting was called as an emergency, there hasn’t been time for any of the necessary procedures to be done between Colorado and D.C. She asks the President’s forgiveness for being unable to attend, but the wheels of military stops for no one.” He stepped inside to join the aide by their shoulder, neatly ignoring the lack of invitation. They’d already called him to this charnel house, he didn’t need to be invited directly.

“Er, yes—I mean of course we understood that before we called the meeting, but that is—that’s why the meeting was set for an hour after—”

“Yes?” Commander Fenton said cutting off the flustered aide, “and you all believe only an hour is needed to secure and disembark a thousand soldiers, and hundreds of individual pieces of highly sensitive equipment?” He clicked his tongue then and started walking down the hallway, deeper into the metaphorical lion’s den. “Perhaps that is one of the misconceptions I can clear up for the administration tonight.”

The aide didn’t respond again, trying to hide the tinge of pink coming to their cheeks by taking the lead in guiding the commander deeper into the building. For all its size, the White House was still intended to be a Residence on some level. This meant much of its interior was taken up with kitchens and bedrooms and ordinary sitting rooms. There were a few places suitable for large meetings though, and that’s where he was being led. He’d been through these halls several times.

The newest administration had...tacky tastes if he thought about it. It’s not like his spartanly decorated D.C. apartment had a lot going for it, but at least it didn’t come off both pretentious and kitschy at the same time. The President’s poor taste in all things trickled down into his politics in Jack’s opinion. He disliked the GSU, despite the huge scientific, military, political, and financial benefits it gave to the United States. Instead, he favored ostentatious displays like driving tanks down the street in military parades as shows of power and stability. That was what had gotten them on the President’s bad side originally. Secretary Birch had caved and given into the President’s childish desires for might displays, and he had told the man where to shove it...politely! Some grunt working as his secretary had worded the refusal, it had even been looked over by the Deputy Commander.

Unfortunately, refusing to use the country’s best military hardware for dick swinging displays of power to other nations had earned him the President’s ire. And with the easily led man possessing a cabinet full of more forceful personalities and sharper minds, the members of Capital Hill that always had it out for him happily used the President as a means to forward their agendas. He frowned then, thinking of General Welsh, and his petty dislike of the GSU based on it taking the best pilots. If the leader of the Air Force wanted better recruits, all he had to do was offer better benefits and prestige than the GSU. It’s not his fault flying in Earth’s atmosphere was less appealing than the cutting edge technology that allowed them to fly through the Zone.

Outside of Welsh and Birch, even the Secretary of State had it out for them, though his disagreements were more principled. The GSU had all the power of a branch of the military without being one. That sort of power without any real oversight or mandate by Congress spelled the potential for disaster. The agency had the most advanced technology in the country, and even he could admit his members were more akin to fanatic adherents than soldiers on some level.

Wanting to bring the GSU under closer control of an authorized branch of the military was completely understandable, if utterly ridiculous. There was already legislation going through both houses of Congress to officially establish the GSU as a separate branch of the military. Though it had stalled out recently as the aftermath of Austin loomed large in the public consciousness. Another reason Colorado needed to succeed, they needed more public goodwill, the passion of declaring the end to the War beginning to cool.

Jack smoothed out his face as a frown threatened to inch its way across it. Now was not the time to look unsure or weak. The aide stopped just outside of the door, waiting to be allowed to enter by the underpaid goons in suits the President employed instead of proper security. He’d decided to chose his own security, contravening tradition entirely, and the men—and they were all men— he picked were hulking mountains of flesh. They looked more like wrestler or body building champions than inconspicuous security, but such was the whims of the empty headed populist the country had elected. Besides, the President had told him, their guns were the real stopping power. It’s best they look intimidating instead of invisible. They left them hovering outside the door for some minutes. Before long, he realized it wasn’t a legitimate delay, but another attempt to demoralize him, make him feel trivial. Pathetic.

One of them spoke into a wrist communicator for a brief second, before touching something in his ear, and nodding. “The President and Joint Chiefs will see you now Mr. Fenton.” Mr. Fenton. Oh yes, they were definitely trying to demean him now.

He nodded at the bulky body guard who’d addressed him, and waited for the aide to either step aside or open the door. Neither happened. Instead, the door moved inwards, opened from the other side by another intern or lackey they made stay late for this meeting. He waited the time needed to allow the smaller aide to move, before striding inside with a calm even gait. Into the first circle...He thought with some amusement. It was a good analogy. After all, Dante returned intact eventually…

Inside the spacious interior of the meeting room was a truly unreasonable number of people. He’d been expecting the Joint Chiefs of Staff and their secretaries, maybe some aides for the President himself, and some consultants. This? It was like the audience to the Salem Witch Trials; every Tom, Dick, and Harry in the White House seemed crammed inside to witness the downfall of the Great Jack Fenton.

He took in the mass of staring eyes impassively. It would take more than an audience to rattle him.

“Mr. Fenton, glad you could finally join us.” So General Birch was leading the charge? Not too surprising considering the man’s current political pull, still, an annoyance. He’d been hoping Secretary Muller would have had more influence.

“As I’m sure the Chiefs are aware, disembarking procedures for a convoy of that size takes some time. I saw to my duties and joined the meeting here as soon as feasible.” A good opening, if he said so himself. Or he thought, before he saw Birch’s negative sneer.

“Surely, after the destruction wrought by the hybrids in Colorado on your equipment and soldiers there wasn’t much to oversee for disembarking.”

A cold way to start this meeting. “Though we lost several Air Platforms, most of our personnel and all of our tanks survived the encounter. They all had be shepherded safely back to HQ and properly organized for repair and any needed medical aid.”

“But, Commander,” Welsh’s turn then, “weren’t most of damaged equipment left in Suffolk in the repair depot?”

“A fair question General Welsh. Though the most damaged of our Air Platforms were left in Suffolk to begin repairs, two were still fully operational and landed in D.C with the remainder of the crew, tanks, jets, ect.”

“If you lost that much equipmen—”

“I hate to interrupt you General Welsh,” he didn’t really, “but our Air Platforms are built with a significant amount of volume redundancy. They are capable of handling a 60% increase in typical operational mass when fully operational. Even having to collapse the remainder of the crew into two platforms, it was tight quarters, though equivalent to approximately five Platforms operating at typical capacity.” So having defused that particular landmine, he turned to address the rest of the amassed senior staff in the room. “Naturally, this fight was not without casualties, however, they were not so severe as to deplete all of the Air Platforms we left with. We are still counting to be absolutely sure, but preliminary counts puts the loss of life at 257. A blow, but a less than 20% casualty rate.”

“18% Mr. Fenton. You can appreciate the seriousness of that death rate.”

“Perhaps more than you General Birch, I saw to the training of many of those GSU members personally.”

“Then maybe you can explain the tactical failings that lead to their deaths, being so intimately familiar with their training?”

Birch was being a hard-ass, but he wasn’t so easily quelled. “Well, it’s hard to avoid the wing of a fighter jet being suddenly flung on top of you from above, or the crush of steel when two Air Platforms are forced into each other by unnatural powers.” He enjoyed the slight paling of the man’s face when he realized the state the bodies must be in from those incidents. Good. He hated the implication his brave men and women were simply incompetent instead of unlucky enough to be caught in an impossible to avoid crash.

“B-Be that as it may, I’m sure you are reviewing the specifics of the battle to shore up any failings. I saw a preliminary report that there was some evidence of ghost possession?”

Jack’s mouth did quirk into a brief frown then. Someone in his organization had loose lips that needed zipping. “That incident is still under intense investigation. It does not seem to be a typical possession.”

“You can’t even train your men to avoid possession Fenton?” Secretary Fitzgerald spoke up then, spitefully poking in from the peanut gallery.

“I think a few members of Staff are laboring under some misapprehensions as to the nature of possession.” Muller. Finally. “Ghost possession isn’t a matter of free will. They use their ecto-powers to override your self-control with their consciousness. There’s no way to avoid it through simple training. Though some mental training has been shown to increase awareness during and after possession, it doesn’t give the person being possessed any more control.” The Secretary stared down the rest of the most senior members of the room then, willing them to marinate in their own ignorance for a spell.

“Well—you—how does your personnel avoid possession all the time when fighting ghosts?!” Fitzgerald sounded incensed then, half from the embarrassment of being so thoroughly reprimanded, half from his line of questioning being waylaid.

“Our ecto-suits usually prevent the intrusion of any ecto-being’s consciousness from interacting with or overlaying with our own. They’ve been specifically designed just for that purpose, which is why I said the incident is under review. To be frank with you gentlemen, it wasn’t a single person who was behaving erratically, but an entire squadron.” He paused to let the gravity of the number of people involved sink in before continuing, “that is far above the maximum number of people under possession we’ve ever recorded in any encounter, let alone controlled by a single entity.”

“But they were behaving erratically?”

“Yes. Our current leading theory is that this is an extension of Second Priority’s… powers over water. It’s demonstrated recently an increase to its abilities. The ecto-hydromancy, if the culprit, would explain the widespread effects and why the suits were less effective.”

“In what way Commander?”

It was nice to be referred to by his proper title. It seemed to have come out of Birch accidentally, an amusing sign of his deferring to his expertise. “Our polymer suits are designed to detect and repel ectoplasmic… “consciousness” let’s say. Their consciousness gives off a very specific and consistent ecto-electric signature. The suits produce a counter signal that prevents possession from happening. It also repels higher densities of ecto-energy, which prevents damage from their ecto-blasts and other attacks. However, it would be impossible to filter out all concentrations of ecto-energy and produce tactically viable suits.” He stopped then to take in their confused expressions. “The suits would be stiff immovable bricks instead of pliable polymer, even medieval suits of armor had movable joints. Concentrations under a certain amount aren’t even harmful to human cells, and so there’s no point in filtering it out...or so we thought. If Second Priority’s powers have mutated the way implied by this last encounter, we’ll have to re-think our suit designs.”

“A constant of this organization, a failure to properly account for the dangers of the hybrids.” A feminine voice spoke from near the President’s side.

Triple damn. Why is Claudia Hying here? You’d think the seriousness of the security clearance needed for this meeting would preclude the harpy from darkening my evening. Jack groused, while turning to face his most serious adversary of the night. The other members of the Joint Chiefs might have personal animosity towards him, but they were military men. They understood or could be made to understand the calculus of battle. Hying though, she was pure F.B., all congressional appointed civvie. “I think we’d require the ability to see into the future to predict this level of hydromancy Ms. Hying.”

“Be that as it may, this is a footnote in the larger tale of inadequacy of the organization on the hybrid topic. But, was it not Second Priority’s ‘hydromancy’ that allowed it to escape your facility in Austin.”

“Theoretically, but it should not have been able to use those powers with the suppressant cuffs we had on it.”

“Then you have another much more serious piece of equipment failure to consider. Are those not the same cuffs you typically use to control ghosts in general?”

Gods above if he did not hate this woman. He could never catch the smallest break when she was involved. “We use a different specialized series meant to prevent them from transforming at all. If we used similar on ordinary ghosts, it would kill them with how strongly it suppresses spectral energy. Of course, we realized there was a flaw in the design after it escaped Austin. The cuffs only prevent them from manifesting their ecto-energy externally, which stops their transformations of course. But the first design didn’t stop them from activating their spectral cores. In as non-ectobiology an explanation as possible, it’s like a device that stops you from moving while allowing the internal contraction of your muscles running your heart or bowels to continue. We thought without being able to manifest their powers, they would be harmless.” “Clearly not—”

“—Indeed, we didn’t realize it could energize and control its own blood enough to pull it out of its eyes and use as a weapon.” Several of the generals squirmed at the imagery, but Hying looked unphased. “The generation two devices are much more thorough, though they’ll require internal implantation, they’ll prevent their cores from activating without our control.”

“Why would you need them to turn on?”

“Fascinating question Chairmen Jefferson, the simplest explanation is for scientific research. Hybrid cores are very much unlike normal ghost’s, allowing them to continue to grow in power seemingly indefinitely, among other horrifying abilities. Additionally, we think several of these hybrids are...natural. Plasmius produces them not through exposure to high levels o—”

“Yes, yes, I’m sure you’d love to get us distracted into the minutiae of spectral science to distract us from the failings of your organization to capture these beasts, but I’m sure the biology lessons can wait for another time Mr. Fenton.” Claudia neatly interrupted his diversion with a predatory smile. “Now, let’s discuss the equipment loss from this excursion.” She stops to shuffle a few papers around, purely for show, before humming and continuing, “if I’ve done my math correctly, the total sum of lost equipment and munitions totals over 500 million dollars?” She phrased it like a question, but there was no inquisitiveness or doubt in her tone.

“That is close to correct. A preliminary accounting puts the losses at around 490 million, subject to further investigation of course. It can be hard to pin a number of these things so soon after an engagement.”

“Of course,” she simpered, looking back at him from across the table with an artfully crafted sympathetic downturn of her lips. “There’s a lot to take account of in the aftermath of such a poorly executed mission, so let’s say 500 million is a close estimate for the final tally.” He knew this tactic, making it sound like she was doing him a favor by choosing a number closer to his estimate. The witch. “Even saying so, that’s a lot of money, or well, equipment to replace. Even assuming you have the slack in your budget to finance such a sudden loss, there’s the fact your equipment is specialty. It has to be ordered months or even years in advance for some parts.”

“We have a stockpile of all regulation equipment lost in the encounter.”

“Regulation? I’m sorry Mr. Fenton, you just have Air Platforms laying around in wait?”

“The Platforms, no, but jets, munitions, guns, the vast majority of equipment lost. We are an operation that deals in battle, and every military man knows your need surplus ammunition and guns.” He finished then with a quick glance around the room to gauge the general’s moods. So far so good…

“I see. So you’d be down only some specialty equipment...and personnel of course! Then I imagine you’d be spending most of your time and money to replace and train people and to replace…?”

“Eight Air Platforms, and five dozen Levitators, plus one dozen tanks, and several hundred rounds of more specialized munition,” he answered, struggling to keep the crossness out of his voice. He hated details like this, but he also knew she knew that. Trying to get him riled up was definitely part of her strategy to undermine him.

“Some of those pieces of equipment seem regulation to me? Like the tanks for instance—”

“They are not US military issue tanks, their plating and design are specialized to withstand bombardment from all but the most powerful ecto-attacks. They are a re-design of the ones used by the Army, and no Ms. Hying, not the ones used during the War. The only thing close to regulation on the list is the Levitators, but even those are a specialized re-design of the hovercraft the Air Force got from us after the War.” He reached down then to open his brief case, and placed a few papers onto the table in front of him. “If you’d be so kind to pass this along,” he said while handing them to an aide hovering about, “you can see for yourself which items are regulation or specialized and how many we’ve lost by current estimate. Keep it, of course, I have plenty of copies.”

“I’m sure.” Claudia frowned down at the white sheaf of paper, before smiling blandly back at him. “I’m glad your accounting hasn’t suffered any since, from my understanding, most of the causalities were in officers?”

“That...is true. This enemy tends to target leaders of squadrons preferentially—”

She snickered, interrupting him, “you’ve noticed then? Because after Austin and, ah, Amity there was a similar culling of the ranks. One must wonder what your lower ranked soldiers think after a promotion.” Her smile was sharp then, relishing in his tightened shoulders and slight scowl. “How do you plan on replacing this many officers? You have plenty of grunts, assuredly, but from my understanding of your organization’s structure, you expect squadron leaders to head expeditions in the Zone and they need a certain amount of hours to even qualify for a proper promotion.”

“Our bench is deep—”

“Oh please, do not give me sports analogies Mr. Fenton, I like data. Neat. Concrete. Factual. And, do be concise, you can get bogged down in pointless details in your enthusiasm.”

She could smell blood, he could tell, and now she was biting at him. Another glance around the room gave him a variety of patient, expectant faces. They were happy to let her lead the discussion it seemed. Easier for a bureaucrat to get away with it. “Naturally, we’ve had to make emergency field promotions, however after the initial assessments are finished post battle, we’ll be using normal promotion regulations.” He noticed Hying frown and look to interrupt him, so he started up again, “I understand that narrows down our potential options for replacing officers, so we will be scaling back Zone expeditions and making transfers from other facilities across the US as needed. Many of the lowest ranked officers have suitable replacements from willing and capable privates who needed only a position to be opened for them. For the higher ranked officers, approximately 25 positions, you’ll forgive the inexactness, we are still counting the bodies, we’ll use transfers and reduced Zone surveys to fill them until next year. Genuinely, my organization is blessed with many capable men and women who could be officers, but not enough positions. I am more concerned with refilling our lowest ranks since so many ‘grunts’,” and he did stop for bitter sarcastic air quotes around the word, “are going to be officers now. It’s not our typical recruiting season. So our officers will be pulling double duty until we can finish recruiting into the lower ranks.”

“You really think so many of your men are qualif—”

“If you disagree Ms. Hying, you’re free to attend, look through every prospective officer’s qualifications, and sit in on their interviews yourself. It will be a long process, with slightly over 100 roles to be filled, but you’re a focused and determined woman, I’m sure you’d manage.” He enjoyed the frustration blooming across her features as she realized this wasn’t the weakness she’d assumed.

“I’m glad you have procedures in places since this is such a regular issue for your organization.” She was retreating now, trying to find the smell of blood she’d lost.

“All military operations have regulations in place for both field promotions and recovery after such a loss; we do no less.” He noticed the calm nods from the generals around the room, understanding the necessity of such preparations well. It had been a long while since humanity warred with itself, with everyone so focused on the War with the Zone. But since it had ended, previously simmering tensions were coming back to a boil. There was talk of another gulf war...He found it as amusing it was as pointless. His own facilities ran on the near inexhaustible fuel from the Zone, oil was primitive and outdated. An argument for another time. “Members, I understand this was a disappointing engagement, but even loss is not without benefits. Our recovery team also gained access to the technology Plasmius was forced to abandon, including some of its shielding technology. Our technicians are already reverse engineering it.”

“You’d previously said that was impossible.” General Muller, pitching him a slow ball. Hying was shuffling paper about, bidding her time for another attack.

“It would be without access to some of its components, humanity simply has nothing similar in production globally. It was an unexplored avenue, how to hide ecto-energy, but not suppress it. We didn’t get access to the shields it uses to hide itself and its spawn’s nest, but we did find something much more interesting.” He paused to let the intrigue build, only to have Hying kill his building mood.

“I’m sure the Chiefs would prefer facts over your attempts at theater Mr. Fenton.” He hated that damnable woman.

“Of course, merely a break for breath,” he dismissed her charge easily. “We gained components and some blueprints for items that are portable miniaturized shields. Think small enough to wear, and light enough to be mistaken for an accessory,” he explained when he got only blank stares back. “The reason this is so enlightening is previous to this, we haven’t been able to track them. The Chiefs are aware we have their DNA imprinted into all of our global ghost monitoring satellites. I’m sure you’ve wondered how they’ve hidden despite this considering how sensitive they are, so have we. We have part of an answer. The devices are capable of filtering or shielding their energy before it exists their bodies. This will make them not only appear human to our satellites, but also the scanners that exist in stores and checkpoints around the country. As long as they change their appearance and falsify documents, they could pass as ordinary humans while wearing them. It is our belief now that there is a two tiered system of shielding, one they wear and another to hide their nesting areas from our satellites.”

“Is this why they only show up briefly on tracking systems?”

“Yes, we believe so. If the wearable device fails, or is temporarily offline, then they’d be visible to the satellites when outside of their nest. Plasmius is devious and likely carries back-ups to prevent this, but even it can’t think of everything.”

“This is all fascinating ecto-biology minutiae, but how does it help us capture these dangerous creatures?” Hying was back, chomping at the bit for another attack.

He did smile then, happy she walked right into his trap for once. “I’m glad you asked Ms. Hying. Now that we can reverse engineer the devices, we can update our systems, the ones running the satellites and the local scanners. Even if we can’t find their ecto-energy, there is no way these devices do not give off energy, a unique signature only the hybrids would have, as good as scanning their ecto-signature directly. It will take a few months, but very soon, we’ll have destroyed one of their biggest defenses.” He did pause for a sip of water, and dramatics, but the harpy wouldn’t be satisfied without a ready excuse. “That will leave them only their nest to hide in, and even then on borrowed time. The reason they move so often is to avoid our satellites triangulating their position from anomalies in ambient spectral energy readings. Once they are unable run and hide, it will only be a matter of time until—.”

“Until you have another disastrous, death filled engagement with them. Yes, I’m sure America can’t wait for another spectacular failure to be broadcast over their evening news.” Her tone cut through his bravado.

“With all due respect Ms. Hying, I’m sure with the time to prepare this affords the GSU—”

“Yes, but Plasmius was unprepared this time, and didn’t have time to feel backed into a corner. I have it on good authority animals are at their most dangerous with nothing to lose.” She smiles blandly at Secretary Muller, and turns her sharp red grin back towards him. “How would this theoretical engagement be any better than this last one, or any of the others for that matter?”

He did sigh then, put off by her relentless characterization of his organization as incompetent. “The reason the encounters are so deadly is because they are so few and far between. I can see you working up an objection, save it for a moment.” He knew it sounded hostile, but he was done caring. “These creatures must produce their energy themselves. The more time they have between assaults, the more they recover, and the more dangerous they are. If we are able to stay on them and they can’t recover, they will soon be no more dangerous than the average human against lasers and heavy armaments.”

“So your argument is that you haven’t had enough lopsided loses against them, and if you were just given more chances, it would somehow turn in your favor?”

“That’s the most uncharitable interpretation of my statement you could have made.”

“Is it untrue?”

“Yes!” He hissed incensed. “They only recover .075nFentons of energy a minute when completely drained. It takes two whole nFentons of energy to fire even the weakest of ecto-blasts. That means it takes them nearly half an hour to power a single ecto-blast. But this energy gain is compounding. All spectral energy builds on itself in cubic amounts. The weaker they are the slower they regain energy, and the easier it is to drain them further. In a war of attrition we win easily. We just have to stay on them, and it will be like fighting a kitten. Plasmius knows this. That is why its main tactic is to run and hide. Time is on their side, not ours. The longer it takes to capture them, the more their unholy powers grow and mutate. The more time they have to recover, the faster they do and the more powerful they are in the next confrontation. Do you understand now Ms. Hying, or do I have to explain it further for you?” Ok. So that last comment was definitely hostile; he’d have to calm himself before his rage made him misspeak.

“Oh, thank you. That explanation was enlightening. I understand now why your organization has a habit of continuing pursuit even when stretched thin on troops, even some of your decisions during the War make more sense now. Perhaps, I should give ecto-biology a more thorough study.” She was being placating now. Great. Now he looked even more unreasonable, out of control. I really should have brought Jill. She’s much better at handling this woman than I am.

“My field has many nooks and crannies, and the particulars of hybrid ecto-biology is niche, even as they plague humanity. It’s not something that would come up in a cursory study, or even graduate level studies to be clear. I’m not surprised you hadn’t considered the implications, I’ve had to explain them to the Joint Chiefs before. It is the nature of being a subject matter expert.” There. Placating...mostly.

“Understandable why you might feel a little irked by someone with the equivalent of a quick Bing Bong search asking uninformed questions about your subject.” She was retreating again, and the meeting was turning around. Now, all he needed was a slam dunk, and he could likely steer this completely under his control. Three quick chirps rang out into the room from his briefcase. His work cell. No one would dare interrupt this meeting without the world basically being on fire. He stiffened under the silent stares of the meeting’s attendees. They knew it too.

“Are you going to get that? There must be some emergency at HQ.” Ms. Hying’s shark smile was back with a vengeance, thirsty for a turn in her favor.

“If no one minds?” He’s already reaching for the phone, the question merely a courtesy. “Head Commander here.” He nodded as a communications expert on the other ended explained a contact made between one of the hybrids and a civilian. They were breathless. The details were beyond intriguing. The new hybrid had been in contact with an Amity resident. She was sure she could replicate the contact. The more details the technician gave, the more his smile grew. This was perfect, an answer to all of their prayers. He nodded a final time, and hung up the phone. “Ladies and gentlemen, I’ve just received some excellent news. A civilian has had contact with one of the hybrids and says they can replicate it. Calm down a moment! We mean over a phone or computer, not in person!” Jack waved his hands at the shouting group around him, corralling them into something resembling calm again. “Of course, we’d never put a civilian into harms way, even to capture America’s greatest enemies. The contact would be remote only, but they are sure the hybrid will respond.”

“What makes them so sure?”

“I cannot give details at this time, we are triple checking their claims, but I can say they say the hybrid feels indebted to them and trusts them.”

“These creatures don’t have feelings.” General Birch then, his voice filled with venom.

He chuckled, before addressing the man, “I agree in principle, but all ghosts have their habits, their obsessions. They are devoted to them onto ‘death’. In the case of the hybrids, they are very convinced of their humanity, to the point of imitating emotion and desire for human connection. They will form ‘friendships’ or ‘repay debts’ the way a human will, because it is their obsession to behave humanly, and ghosts always satisfy their obsessions.” His smile was predatory then, already thinking of the trap he would set. Willing contact made setting one so much easier…

“If you’re so sure, can use this obsession to your advantage?” The Secretary of State then, implicitly asking after the details for capture.

“We are sure they are still well out of populated cities. As long as we can confront them somewhere remote, I’d feel comfortable with another confrontation.”

“So soon?”

“General Welsh, I believe Commander Fenton has already explained that quirk of hybrid biology?” Ms. Hying, to his complete surprise. “Having said that, I’m sure with them so weakened, capturing them is within the organization’s abilities?” Of course, even her gifts were poisoned. With the hybrids so impaired, if they failed to capture even one, the GSU would be going under, even accounting from recovering from this recent battle.

“I’m sure all of them is too steep an ask so soon after a major engagement.” Muller, his only ally, but he was making it worse this time.

“Oh! I’m not a military woman myself. Perhaps all of them is too much. One or two then?” She offered, hands spread wide in a supplicating gesture.

“Ms. Hying is right, you should be able to manage a few, at least one, if they are as battered as your reports suggested.” The Joint Chiefs were all nodding in agreement with the Secretary of State. He’d dug his own grave on this one. Backing out would make him and even the organization itself look weak.

“Of course! I look forward to sharing the details of capture with you all afterwards.”

“See that you do.” The only words the President had said the entire meeting. The only ones that mattered. God help me.

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Amity Park, Michigan; 12.43am; May 6th, 2005

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The bustling city of Amity Park was more subdued than usual. The damage from the last ghost attack left debris all over, but it was especially concentrated downtown. Chunks of stone still sat pushed away from the middle of the road, and where they’d landed on top of buildings. Most of the worst had been cleared so that daily life could continue, but even though the ghost danger level had been lowered when the GSU had concluded the hybrid had moved on, the human residents were still hunkering down. Few left their homes for anything less than work or shopping for essentials, and parents flinched when they had to drop off their children for school, the tragedy of the last big incident in Amity looming large in the citizen’s collective consciousness. Still, the GSU never slept, and with increased patrols and a larger presence on the streets, the people of Amity were beginning to relax.

One such GSU grunt drove in for his shift at the main facility. He usually worked the beat, but with the recent attack, he’d been assigned back to the facility. The people wandering around still were imported from other cities. There originally had been a concern this was a break out attempt, the hybrid had walked right up to the facility door after all, but after it escaped, his superiors were left stumped. Unwilling to risk a breach so soon after an attack, or even the whiff of it being possible, they’d re-assigned their beat officers to the inside of the facility and transferred people over to stand around looking important on street corners. He huffed as he passed another foreign GSU member waving to him from his vehicle. He didn’t hate them, he loved his fellow soldiers, but watching them soak up the local’s attention and still not know how to best give them comfort a way a true Amity Parker would frustrated him. Posturing on some street corner was worse than seeing them marching in formation and doing drills in the park or even rescuing cats from trees. But, local grunts like him had lost this argument with the officers, and so now he was coming in in the middle of the night to check on the ghosts they already had collared.

He’d heard there was action, real action, out in Colorado. People had gone to confront the monsters filling the good people of Amity’s nightmares, and he was jockeying some desk. Not literally of course, only officers had any real paperwork to fill out, but it was the principle of the thing! He sighed again as he parked his car, slamming the door when it bounced back out of place. The piece of garbage he drove was a hold over from college, from before he’d gotten this great job with the GSU. It’d been worth delaying. It was faster and easier advancing with a college degree than without. Some of his friends signed up straight out of high school five or so years ago, right before the shit in Amity went down. He’d lost some of them. Truth be told, he’d been trying to avoid the vortex that GSU recruiting could be in his hometown, heading to college somewhere else had been his idea of an escape. After though, he realized there was no escaping ghosts. He’d felt safe after the War. Now he was determined to make the world truly safe.

The door to the GSU HQ greeted him, the hum of their electronic security a warm familiar tune to his ears. He held up his government issued tabtop, and it flashed twice, connecting to the local network. Everything in the GSU facility was isolated as a rule, though they had little to worry about in terms of hacking attempts. Other countries mostly respected their technological prowess and didn’t engage in espionage against them, especially when the GSU shared everything safe almost as soon as it was developed. The Head Commander said he defended humanity and not just the United States. Their advances were to be shared freely.

Still, an abundance of caution never hurt. He leaned into the hand scanner so it could read his prints and smiled when the door slid open. He didn’t know what that nasty creature had been thinking; this place was more secure than the bunker that protected the president in case of a nuclear strike. There was no way it could get inside.

He waved to the guard on duty who grunted in response. Agent Johnson wasn’t a man of many words, but nothing got past him. He heard rumors the man once sniffed out a pen capable of taking pictures from inside the pocket of some bureaucrat without even touching or scanning the guy. When asked, Johnson had said the man had looked guilty or something. No one tried him.

He nodded to the second set of guards as he rounded another corner deeper in the facility, leaning closer this time to scan his eye as well as his palm. The retina scanners were now standard after some crazy shape-shifting ghost was discovered two years back. It fed on human misery the disgusting fucker. It had been in a reporter, an investigative journalist. It also had somehow been licensed as a therapist. He had no idea how that shit worked. They’d found it in a region being decimated by famine, the whole of the country was suffering a drought so severe it culled food crop production.

When it messed up and possessed someone else; it had been close enough to the US embassy to wherever the fuck country to ping the GSU standing guard. It’d panicked, possessed one of the grunts, jumping inside them once unconscious, and tried to enter the embassy. One of the other security measures deeper in finally caught it, but reviewing the incident, they were sure retina scanners would have stopped it from getting that far.

He nodded to the third set of guards, a pair of women nicknamed ‘Thelma’ and ‘Louise’, in that they were definitely best friends, probably dating, and super deadly. It was a shame; his sister had been begging him to hook her up with a cute girl from the GSU and well, he was a tech really. Talking to people was hard and girls harder and doing so long enough to find out if they also liked girls? Ugh! He had to talk to Thelma and Louise though, so he’d thought it was prime opportunity.

He thought he should stop being such a coward about this as the final door that leads into the innards of the GSU facility opened. He was in his twenties now, and a year of GSU training had put some muscle on him. Girls! Not hard. He could do it! He owed his sister for pitching in for college tuition after his Amity specific micro-grants had dried up right after the incident, and he’d been short for that year. The least I can do, he thought while making his first sweep of this layer of the facility, is hook her up with a cutie’s phone number. He frowned as a couple ghosts scrunched up away from the forward part of their cages, flinching away from the ectoranium infused plexiglass lining the front of them.

It made his job harder, assessing their condition. They had to do visual as well as scanner inspections. Apparently, some issues showed up visually before it did on the scanner. Whatever. The couple extra seconds per cage was an annoyance, having to flash on the bright overhead lights to get a good look. The things hated it, but it was for their own good. The ones on this level were weak, level four or so, and recently captured, so they just needed a little training. He finished his first round of inspections, and continued down a set of stairs and to another retina scanner and print checking door. He walked through an energy scanner on the other side, spending a couple seconds being beeped at to be sure none of the ghosts on the previous level had possessed him, despite his spandex, and continued when he heard the “all-clear” beep.

The ghosts down here weren’t especially dangerous either, just more well trained. They stepped closer to the glass like good dogs. It made this level much faster than the previous, and in just another few minutes, he was being scanned again. The ghosts down here though...He thought grumpily. While they weren’t the most powerful in the facility, they were troublesome. The scientists claimed they possessed imprints of human consciousness, partial ones anyway. So they talked, screamed, made demands, begged. It was so fucking obnoxious. One of them whimpered and asked if they could be friends, another made box based threats. He was used to the two of them, they were basically ignorable at this point. They’d just recently gotten a transfer from the facility in Florida, near the Everglades, in trade for one of their ghosts. This one claimed to be a warden of some type, made vague threats about how we’d pay for treating ‘him’ this way. It wasn’t very powerful, but the threats it made...sometimes he’d wondered if it hurt humans the way it described cutting them into pieces. It seemed too visceral, too real. He passed a few more wailing and unwilling assets, before going through the rigmarole of the scanners again along with another check of his tabtop. The ghosts in level four were stronger and had much more dangerous abilities, unique shit like summoning fire and ice or something.

He passed the shape-shifting ghost that had made the GSU install the eye scanners to begin with. It was in its shadow form, having given up on convincing them it was a trapped human and this was all a mistake. It still tried sometimes, but less and less often. He then passed a creature with a muzzle. This one could breath fire. Another few cages, one with a creature shouting temptation at whoever would pass. That one was in a sound proof cage. It could, theoretically, make ‘wishes’ come true like a genie. And like a traditional genie, those wishes always turned out badly. It was responsible for an incident in California and another in Japan before it was captured. The destruction had been horrifying, he’d seen the pictures. It had brought Japan into the ghost hunting game, their summer festival of wishes was now a memorial holiday.

One last floor. He thought, satisfaction at the captured specters, with their fearful eyes pitifully staring at him, thrumming through his veins. It wasn’t as good as a hunt, but looking at their trophies was an adequate substitute. He hadn’t gotten his uncle’s desire to mount deer heads before joining the GSU. The final floor of the facility, past levels five and six that were non-containment, held some of the most powerful and dangerous enemies of humanity. Nearly all of the most dangerous were no longer in Amity after the incident years ago, transferred to Austin and DC. Some of the creatures were too feral, fragile, or horrible to be safely transferred though. The remaining dragon ghosts were among them. He’d only seen them transformed once, watching the footage released during the War by the GSU when he was a teen. Their humanoid ghost guises were much less deadly, but by God had their ‘leader’ been a terror. It was the Head Commander slaying that thing when backed into a corner that made a couple of his friends sign up out of high school…

He stood in front of the last set of cages, poking idly at his tabtop. It was fritzing again, the damn thing. This deep in the facility, the wifi didn’t work great too much concrete and metal in the way. He poked a little longer, switching it to the local network for just this level, and sighed in relief when it stopped freezing up. It was a pain to switch for just this level, but everyone did it, annoying as it was. He stood in front of the third to last door, the little green ghost inside floating, looking innocuous, inside its cage. It didn’t have a collar, unlike every other ghost in the facility. It was only a level 3, the thing would evaporate if left in the Human World on its own. That’s not why it was down here. Despite the pitiful amount of ecto-energy, it had human level intelligence, maybe slightly above human if the tests were to believed.

It was capable of controlling technology, and was capable of human speech. Worse of all, it had been caught using tools...building things. Ignored pieces of electronic scrap or wires turned into weapons under its focused efforts. Because losing track of a ghost this weak would be easy, and because of how creative it was when it came to making tools, it was here, at the bottom of the facility in level seven. He frowned when it ignored his tapping, trying to get it to turn around so he could finish the visual inspection. He sighed and tapped his tabtop instead, determined to finish the scan and then go back to coaxing the little asshole into behaving. This time the worthless thing turned off. He was about to curse his luck and check its battery, he...never really charged it, when it turned back on. It flashed a bunch of rainbow hues, screen glitching and fragmenting.

“Oh god damn it no!” He’d been putting off a needed system update for...ok maybe three months was too long. The abused piece of electronics was now making sad noises like some old dial up modem and flashing like it was trying to give him a seizure. “Please, please, you’re like the third one. I’m gonna get my pay docked if I break another one of you!” The first two were just bad luck, a drop into the family pool with the dog carrying it in her mouth, and kicking it off his nightstand in his apartment during a night terror, but this time...It finally stopped flashing and the screen cleared to the home screen. He poked it tentatively, everything seemed fine now.

Maybe he’d do that update right now. I’m on the least used network and everything, so it shouldn’t take so long. He reasoned before lifting up the taptop to get a little more signal. This time it flashed bright blue once, and something flew out of it into the cage’s electronic keypad. He jumped back, carefully cradling the poor neglected tabtop to his chest. “Oh God, don’t start sparking! Come the fuck on!” He looked down distressed at its now blackened screen, ignoring the flashing now going on the cage’s keypad.

When he looked back up, the keypad was back to normal. He turned away from the cage, trying desperately to reboot his taptop. When he turned back once more, he had just a second to panic at the bright glowing green heading for his eyes, before everything went black.

Skulker huffed, looking down into the face of the dumb GSU grunt he’d just knocked unconscious. “It took you long enough to show yourself Technus.” He turned away from the human on the ground to glare at the keypad in front of his cell.

The technology obsessed ghost materialized from within, hovering just in front of the keypad to sneer down at Skulker. “If I’d have appeared any sooner, the security systems would have caught me! Did you wanna get out of that cage or not?” He zipped back inside of the keypad, interest refocused on the wires and circuits inside. “It takes a lot of ecto-energy to manipulate this stuff now you know! Only an absolute genius, such as myself, could have the know-how and power to have freed you.”

“Yes, yes, the genius master of all technology, worship me, blah blah blah. If you’re done singing your own praises, you could help me locate my Suit, so we can be on our way.”

“Sheesh, so impatient! These things take time.” The electronic beeping coming from the keypad sped up in frequency. “I’ve almost hacked my way into the local network, after that, figuring out where your precious ‘suit’ is will be a piece of—” An alarm, loud and shrill, blared through their level of the prison. “I, uh, I’ve got that…”

“I don’t have time for your bumbling, and we don’t have room for mistakes.” Skulker ran towards the abandoned tabtop and levered it upright with some effort. “Get in.” He ordered.

“But, it’s so cramped in there. Do you know it’s been six months since he ran a defrag on that thing?” The alarm increased up in pitch and a flashing red light came out of the ceiling.

“Get in the damn tabtop and turn off this alarm Technus.”

“Alright, alright, but you’re finding me a better hiding spot after this.” With another grumble about the lack of organization, Technus jumped from the keypad and into the tabtop. It took a second to silence and then reset the alarm, and two seconds more to convince the system that it had been a false alarm.

“Why didn’t you just do that from inside the tabtop?”

“Skulker, what part of no defrag is confusing you? It looks like a tornado went off in here. I’m gonna have disconnected bytes stuck to my coat for weeks because of hovering around inside. You should be more grateful that I, Technus, have come to rescue you at all, let alone thinking you should be able to demand I stay in this disorganized prison of…”

Skulker began tuning out the other ghost’s ramblings, deciding to peer around at the cages on this level. There wasn’t anyone he could free down here, just yet, but he’d promised his and Technus’ backer that’d he’d catalog the max security level’s ghosts. “Hey, are you listening to me?”

“No.”

“Well! Maybe I should just leave you here you—”

“Technus, you know you’re not allowed to do that. Now, look into their network and see where they’re keeping my Suit so we can get out of here.” Skulker huffed when the tabtop flashed a series of rude emojis at him. Obnoxious arrogant ass. “Please, oh great and powerful Technus, help me locate my technology so I can be of service to you.” He could not find his Suit fast enough. If I have to lick boots any longer, my tongue will forever taste of rubber and dirt.

“Ya’ see? Was it so hard to ask nicely?” He felt his face scrunch up, irritation bubbling around in his core at the asskissing. “Bad news buddy, your battlesuit has been dismantled.” This time he couldn’t keep the frustration to just facial expressions, a litany of curses flying off his tongue. He sighed, and glared up at the ceiling towards a random Technus possessed camera.

“So, where are the pieces then?”

“Oh, totally scrapped. Some of it they melted down, others they used as components to build new guns. Huh,” he stopped to look at a particular file about the storage section of facility, “well there are still a few pieces here and there. Most of the good stuff has been trashed or broken down for study though.”

“Great. Fantastic. Is there good news?”

“There’s great news actually. We can rebuild you a better one from the tech they have laying around.” At the narrowed looked crossing the other ghost’s face, he elaborated. “Oh yeah the humans scrapped your stuff, but they did like studying it a lot. Looks like they have upgraded versions of all the pieces of your tech in storage or labs all around the facility. We can stick those pieces together, and then—”

“Technus,” Skulker started, aggrieved, “I don’t just possess technology like you do. The equipment has to be in a state where I can control it from a central hub. If I have to construct it all, that will take hours at best, days more likely. You think we can linger around here long enough to—”

“Don’t cut me off! I was going to tell you, that they made the pieces modular. They snap into each other. I think they are trying to imitate your battlesuit for humans, but doing it stupid-like.”

“Why didn’t you just lead with that?”

“You never let me finish anything, I was literally about to—”

A pained groan from the human laying between them got their attention. He stirred, briefly, before falling back into silence. The two warred with each other in gesture and glares, before coming to an agreement.

“Just help me get him into this cage, and remove his ability to communicate, we’ll figure the rest out later.”

“Fine. But only if you apologize for being so rude to me earlier.” He watched Skulker grit his teeth and cross his arms for a moment, before turning to glare at him more fiercely.

“I’m...sorry, for interrupting you. Now. Can we please put him in a cell?”

“Good enough.” Technus floated him into the cell using the cellphone in one of his pockets. He then fried everything that could communicate to the outside world, and slammed the locking mechanism closed. “Ok, so he’s not getting out of there until someone comes to look for him.”

“Do you know how long that might be?”

“I don’t know. I don’t pay attention to human routines.”

Skulker took another deep breath to rein in his temper. The technopath ghost was trying when they’d first met before the War, now a days, he was a menace to his fraying nerves. “You can check the handbook for the rules in the GSU server.” “Oh yeah!” Technus hummed for a few seconds before coming back brightly, “it should be about five hours. He’s known for slacking off, and no one really checks this far down in the facility for breaches. Between that and my genius keeping the system off our scent, we’ll have more than enough time to assemble that upgraded suit.” Technus bounced the tabtop in excitement and jumped in electric form to another piece of machinery. “I’m inside the mainframe now, so you don’t have to worry about carrying me around. Don’t worry, I’ll find something easily portable for you to sneak me out in later.”

“I wasn’t worried.” He gave the caged, still unconscious, human one final look before marching over to the only door to the lab. It’s keypad display flashed green, before it swung open into the hallway beyond. It had been a long time since he’d left the labs; he was looking forward to freedom.

He crept down the hallway, keeping an eye and ear out for trouble. Technus was connected to their security system and every piece of technology connected to the mainframe, but he was easily distracted. Right now, the ghost was rambling about how efficient the backups were for the archives of the GSU and idly noting that he was happy they were much better maintained than that taptop. He could already tell convincing him to trash the mainframe’s files would be impossible. Never mind that hindering the greatest threat to ghost kind was more important than the organization of some computer systems...He clenched his fists as he hid around a corner from the bootfalls of some GSU grunt at Technus’ urging. Ok. Maybe the ghost was paying more attention than he’d thought. Still, he knew asking Technus to trash something as “magnificently luminous” as the mainframe of the Amity Park GSU facility was like asking him to give up on a quarry. Less than useless, even if frustrating as hell for other beings. Sometimes, he wished they weren’t ghosts.

But then the humans’ obsession with eradicating all ghost kind came back to him, and he realized all beings were obsessed with something. Ghosts just got a bad wrap for being more enthusiastic than humans about it. He rounded another corner and finally made it into the first lab with a piece of potential equipment. Something approximating a gantlet was draped over the side of a lab table.

It didn’t look like a piece of his suit. It was a gauntlet, sure, but it lacked the intimidating bulk he preferred in his designs. The material was matte, instead of shiny, and black and cool gray, like the suits the GSU wore. It struck him as ugly on initial viewing, and he consider just leaving it in place and demanding Technus look for the pieces that remained of his real battlesuit. “Don’t be so shy, get over there and inspect it.” Technus hissed from a speaker near the top of the room. He knew he was being petulant about this on some level, but if the aesthetics were this poor, he didn’t have great expectations for the function. The GSU, humans in general if he were honest, had a sense of taste that merged the two together. If something was ugly, it was likely to function poorly too if made by human hands. With a great heaving sigh, he overcame his reluctance and worked his way up to the table.

“I thought you said they improved my technology? This gauntlet looks more flimsy than the very first version I made!”

“It’s made out of a new grade of ecto-steel.” Technus stopped to peruse the files detailing the specs of the armor piece. “They’ve got it blended with this polymer after they spun it into thread. This is really wild stuff Skulker, you’d love the research into—”

“So is it stronger than the original design or not?”

“Well, yes, if these test results are any indication. Maybe they did the tests wrong—”

“No, no, they are through about that.” Still, he frowned as he looked at the floppy glove and wrist bracer combo before him. His misgivings about the shape were making it hard to really assess the abilities of the tech. He closed his eyes for a moment to shove his personal aesthetic desires aside and assess the piece objectively. The bracer was seamlessly welded or molded into the rest of the gauntlet; the material that made up the hand was flexible and with a quick check he realized it repelled ecto-energy. He poked around the bracer section itself, watching compartments open up on its side, but no weapons appear.

“They’re for storage. They can miniaturize things, using something similar to those...ghost traps they shove us into.”

He grunted in acknowledgment, frustrated there were no weapons already attached; he’d feel safer with a gun. The stitching, what existed of it, was tight, the texture suggested the weave of the polymer metal blend was even and strong, even the weight of it was balanced, at least for a human to wear it. Outside of looking terrible, it was a well-made and suitable piece of armor, if the blend making up most of the material was as strong as Technus suggested.

“Alright, where’s the next piece of tech.” He picked up the glove, which was thankfully both lighter than his own original design and lighter than it appeared, and jumped off the table, marching towards the door. Technus whispered the next location and went back to monitoring for humans as he trudged through the bowels of the Amity Park GSU HQ. They popped into two more labs on this level, grabbing another gauntlet, this one blessedly with weapons installed, and a headpiece Technus assured him would allow them access to other parts of the facility. All of that was without incident, it was quiet this deep inside GSU territory. Now though, he stood at the door leading up to the next level. They had to go up two whole floors to travel to the main storage facility where the rest of the suit components were found. He was skeptical this headpiece would let them through. “How is this supposed to hide the fact I’m a ghost again?”

“Well, you’re a pretty weak one. Don’t get mad! I’m just stating facts. That’s the reason you haven’t been setting off very many alarms. You don’t have a lot of ecto-energy, and Amity has a lot of ambient stuff floating around. They had to re-calibrate their scanners to exclude the white noise. Your levels are so low, it comes just over their scanners’ sensitivity.”

“Great, but the door?”

“Right! So, that thing has a ID attached for some lab worker down here. Or at least, it will when I’m done installing the ID onto it. It’s made so people in these battlesuits they’re making can be ID’d without having to scan their hands and retinas, because that would be cumbersome, getting in and out of the suits right? So as long as I can fake the ID, the system will think you’re human and let you through.”

“That seems like a security breach waiting to happen with these things.”

“Hey, it’s the humans’ tech, not ours, no one said it was smart.”

“You said it was smart…”

“I said their mainframe’s organization was smart! Never mind. Just hold the helmet up to the hand scanner and it should let you through.”

“If these things were made to let people through without removing their helmet, why does it need to be read through the hand scanner?” He hopped on the box sitting haphazard near the door, definitely some rule violation, and held it up near the keypad.”

“They don’t have the eye level ones installed yet.”

The keypad beeped and the door slid open into the frame, no further activity or blaring lights happening. “Do they intend to install eye level scanners that can read these things?” Technus was quiet for a moment, likely looking through the archives, before popping back in with a barking laugh. “Technus, quiet…”

“Would you believe they haven’t thought of it yet? Right now when they are doing tests everyone just bends over and holds their head to the hand scanner. There’s videos! All of them bent over waving their heads in front of the keypad trying to find the part that reads the ID.”

“...Ok that does sound pretty entertaining, but try to focus.” He stood on the railing of the stairs, and was able to get the keypad to scan the helmet again. “It is this floor right?”

“Of course, I haven’t given you bad directions yet have I?”

“Just making sure, it will be hard to get these things open with more humans around.” He hopped through the door, balancing everything awkwardly. He was getting more grateful for the reduction in weight in the new designs as the minutes passed. He was huffing hard when Technus directed him to round a corner towards the next piece of tech.

“Don’t worry, this one will make everything easier to carry. It’s some type of storage device you’ll attach to the chest piece when we get to the storage facility with the last of the stuff.”

“It’d better. This junk is not getting any lighter.” He tiptoed into the new empty lab, hiding as the reverberating thud of human boots clanged through the ecto-steel floor on this level. Clutching his stolen pieces of tech closer, his breathing sped up, even after they passed. Damn. This wasn’t just the effect of carrying all of this metal around, he could feel it in the way his core ached ominously. There was a reason the GSU didn’t bother hunting ghosts in the Human World below a certain strength. Not just because they weren’t intelligent enough to cause problems, but because ghosts his strength, who got separated from the Zone, evaporated if they stayed in the Human World too long. They just didn’t have enough ecto-energy stored to survive without a constant influx from the environment. He groaned with relief when the tech was stored inside the much smaller and lighter storage device. Technus babbled something about it being the same one as what was on the wrist of the left gauntlet, but he was having issues focusing.

“Hey buddy, you’re getting real quiet. You ok?”

“Fine. Let’s just get this over with quickly.”

“Are you sure? Because you look sorta funny in the readout of the scanners.”

“I’ll be better once I get my Suit reconstructed and I get out of here.” He dodged down a new hallway to avoid another group of boots and headed towards the next internal door. Luckily, this one didn’t require any fancy scanning ID and he just tapped in a code, after pushing a chair close to the keypad. That’ll draw some attention. He thought tired, but they didn’t have time to worry about that now.

“Ok, so head down the hall to the right, make three lefts, and then go down a staircase. At the bottom there’s a door, no keypad or anything, that leads to the main storage facility.”

“How am I supposed to open the door Technus? Just tug futile-like on the handle until I disappear in a wisp of smoke?”

“Funny. No, I can open this one myself. You’d think they’d guard all of the stuff inside their main storage room more! There’s a bunch of guns and grenades and all sorts of dangerous toys in there.”

Skulker hopped down the last of the steps with a pained grunt and waited in front of the door. “They’ve got a scanner to get into this part of the HQ, is there anything over here that isn’t storage.” Technus hummed before confirming there wasn’t and opening the door. “There’s your answer, the last security door covers everything.”

“Sure, but it has a logger in it that I can’t bypass.”

“Is that a problem?”

“Only because it might look weird in a few hours if this scientist doesn’t come out of the area...or they show up at the entrance. That would be wild.”

“Technus,” he said while heading towards the first crate with the tech he needed, “you’re sure this scientist won’t show up at the door right?” He didn’t put it past the scatterbrained ghost to forget a detail like that.

“Of course not! You doubt my genius problem solving skills?”

“Uh huh.”

“Well, he won’t show up at the front door, because he’s in the cafeteria right now.” Skulker paused while grabbing something similar to the design of his original Suit’s boots a warm tingle of panic shooting through his core. “Technus, he’s in the facility right now?”

“Duh, it would look weird if he just showed up without having gone through—”

“So what happens when he tries to leave his lunch break and the system realizes he’s in two places at once?” His harsh whisper was closer to a scream by the time he finished the question, rushing towards the next spot designated by the technopath ghost for needed tech.

“Uh...you know? I didn’t consider that.”

The Zone’s greatest hunter snatched the last piece needed to complete a leg from another crate before a facility wide blaring alarm went off overhead.

Attention GSU personnel, the facility is now entering Lock Down Mode. Personnel ID discrepancy has been detected. For your own safety, please follow all ID registration procedures and proceed to your assigned positions to have your ID’s scanned. All attempts to access the mainframe at this time will be treated as hostile. Thank you for your cooperation.

“So, bad news, I am locked out of the system, or well to be more accurate, I’m locked out of making any changes to security or anything else.”

“Is there good news?” He grunted, hefting a final arm piece out of a box and sucking it up into the storage device.

“Oh no, there’s just worse news. I think I’ve been found out?”

Another alarm went through the facility, a siren screaming out Ghost Detected. “Oh, what would give you that idea?”

“Hey! Don’t get snippy with me; it’s not like I planned this.”

“Can you still get out of the mainframe?” Skulker jumped into the box containing the chest plate, knowing it was too heavy for him to lift out on his own. He slammed the button to absorb the material and then flopped back out over the top of the crate’s edge, bouncing off the floor in his haste.

“Yes? But then I couldn’t give you any directions. I can’t touch anything, their anti-virus is pathetic in its attempts to oust me, but I can still tell you where your tech is.”

“What good is that going to do me when I already know where everything is? What? Are you going to give me a play by play of the GSU pouring in to kill me?” Technus didn’t respond, and he opted to run over to a flat clear area in between some shelves to disgorge the contents of the storage device. Another click and out came a clattering of sensitive tech onto the concrete floor. He gave it a quick once over. Everything was there, he just had to assemble it. It looked like there was space in the chest piece for him to control the entire completed suit. Not ideal, but he could change it later if he survived. “Technus?”

“Just searching for something, and dodging the anti-virus. Oh, they are almost at the security door to the storage area. Looks like they figured out the scientist was in the cafeteria and not possessed fast...There’s a lot of agents.”

“We’re in one of the most secure GSU facility in the country, of course there’s a lot of agents.”

“Are you gonna be able to get out of here by yourself?”

“Of course I will. I’m not just the Ghost Zone’s greatest hunter, I’m also an excellent fighter.” Skulker grunted a few times trying to get the ends of the Suit that connected up to each other to seal together. The lightheadedness was getting worse. He looked over the pieces he had left with detached alarm, he didn’t have time for this. “What?” He’d been ignoring the other ghost again as he slotted another piece together.

“I said I’ll cover your escape! You should be honored to have one as amazing as me sacrifice himself in this way. But fear not! Because so great is my infinite brilliance that there are many copies of—”

“—You’re the last.”

“I’m the last what?”

“The last Technus copy, you’re the only one that still exists. Check their archives, if you still have access.” He wiggled the boots into the connection bits for the legs, breathing hard as he struggled to move even that anymore. “If you get captured and deleted or whatever, then you’ll be dead...dead-er.” He amended when he remembered Technus had actually been human once, unlike many others of their kind. At Technus’ frank silence, he continued, “if you want to sacrifice yourself for the ‘greater good’ or some such noble bull, then feel free. But if you thought it’d be fine because you’d live on through another perfect copy—”

“There really isn’t another…” He interrupted, genuine wonder and horror warring with each other in his voice. Instantly, Technus’ full form was in front of the pile of still partially assembled parts. “You aren’t gonna get that together in time.” A loud banging came from the front of the facility. “I’ve got the door locked, but they have a battering ram.” His tone sounded cheerful, like the idea of crumpling in the door was just amazing. “They’ll have to use real explosive to get through. You should’ve seen them bouncing off the door with the ram though, it was hilarious.” Skulker struggled through connecting another two pieces together, hands burning and buzzing. “Maybe you should let me do it, this stuff’s got an ecto-ranium coating on top of it.”

“Oh, now you tell me…” He lies flat on the concrete, staring up at the bright halcyon lights in the ceiling. The concrete really does feel cold. He noticed with dispassion, the energy to get worked up drifting away with the rest of his fading consciousness.

“If you were this fragile, how’d you survive this long?”

“They starve us you asshole.” He still had enough energy to be cross with Technus though. He ignored whatever the other ghost said in response, concentrating on figuring out how to escape. He did perk up when he said it was done, interest turning to ash when he saw the still inactive tech sprawled across the ground. “It’s not online.”

“It’s not charged.”

“Yes, I can see that. If it needed battery packs, why didn’t you—”

“It’s...not supposed to? Too bad I can’t check since I’m out of the mainframe now.”

The room was spinning, and he didn’t even have it in him to frustrated with Technus not checking this beforehand. “Do you remember enough of the specs to know how to charge this thing?” He panted as the ceiling came into and out of focus, the surface pitching like rippling water. He couldn’t pass out. He heard Technus say something, or he heard the noise, but it didn’t resolve into words, disappearing into the rising staticy sound screaming in his head.

He came to with a start, leaning against hard cool metal, sickly green ectoplasm leaking over the surface of the control panel underneath him. Novas my core aches. His hearing came back to the frantic commentary of his escape partner. “What happened?”

“Well you tried to evaporate, so I re-wired the life support system in this thing to send you ecto-energy, and thanks to my supreme intelligence, it worked. You’re, uh, kinda still melting though.”

He grunted pushing himself upright with the half-melted stump of his left arm. “It’ll stabilize and reverse once I get enough energy.” He squinted as the display came up, neon bright and overwhelming. It suddenly dimmed to a more reasonable level. He swiped sloppily against the inside controls, his re-charging ectoplasm slowly rejoining his form. “Ok, looks like you overrode the operating system of the suit.”

“I am far superior to the pathetic OS they installed.”

“I’m sure.” He groaned as his left hand reformed; he flexed all of his still numb fingers on both hands. “How long was I out?”

“Only thirty seconds, but the GSU just blew up the front door.”

“Fucking fantastic.”

“Don’t worry, I can operate the limbs until you finish reforming. Then, you can control the suit.”

“You’re a terrible fighter Technus, that’s why all your copies got captured.” He ignored the other ghost’s offended protests. “My hands are back; I’ve got this.” More bluster than he would have liked at the moment, but they were out of time. He watched as agents surrounded them, weapons pointed, but body language hesitant. He smiled. “Technus, does this thing have a sword?” He watched as a long sharp machete popped up in the display. They didn’t know who they were dealing with...

He stepped over the dismembered arm of a GSU grunt, metallic boot clang muted by the splash of dark red cooling blood. Amateurs. He thought, squeezing the throat of the last agent until it made a satisfying crack. He dropped the limp body and surveyed the carnage. It hadn’t even been an enjoyable battle. “How long until the next group shows up?”

“Radio chatter suggests they’re bringing—maybe two minutes?” Technus corrected himself when he properly registered the question. He felt his core’s beat pick up at the thought of more GSU grunts to disembowel. They beg so sweetly when they realize— “Not to ruin your fun, but we’re supposed to be escaping.”

“We have to go through them don’t we?”

“This is why you got captured.”

“Shut up Technus.” The other ghost was right though. With a deep breath, he ignored his desire to hunt down some more GSU agents and make them squeal for the years of captivity and the War. Later. After. He promised himself, before looking at the ceiling. “What’s the fastest way out?”

“Not up.” He brought up a map of the facility and overlaid it with the proposed escape route. “That gets us out without fighting through too many more GSU grunts.” Skulker huffed, pausing a moment to consider straying off course to fight a few extra agents before reining himself in. He did shudder though, suppressing another wave of battle lust, when they zoomed past an unsuspecting group of agents.

A few minutes later, they’d floated through the last of the HQ’s walls, bee-lining it away from the facility. The blare of the Amity HQ’s alarm was sweet, like the honeyed taste of victory, as the outskirts of the city grew near. They hovered near the edge of the city, cores thrumming with excitement and satisfaction. “How did they find you anyway? Why not just convince the system the ID duplication was a bug?”

“I tried, but my attention was divided.”

“Doing what?” He asked. He brought up a gantlet and pointed it ahead of them, temporary portal crackling into existence. The welcoming green of the Zone called to him, it’s siren tones the lullaby he’d carved the last long years of capacity.

“I had to get information about the permanent openings for Plasmius. Weaknesses, facility maps, the works. That’s a lot of data you know?”

“Sure.” Skulker agreed, scanning the portal to check its stability and connection. The portal let out a day’s flight from his territory. It’d worked. They were nearly home. “That the trade for breaking you out of the facility in Boston?”

“Yup, and delivering it with you to the drop off.”

“I need to see him anyway, lots of catching up to do.” He was stalling. The Zone was right in front of him, just a hair’s breadth away from the cool tingle of real spectral energy from a Nova, and the humming thrum that echoed in every part of the air from it. He could feel his core tugging painfully, wistfully, for home. He just had to step forward. It was right there...and he was stalling.

“Stop being such a baby, it’s been eight years since I’ve been in the Zone and you don’t see me dawdling and wringing my hands.”

“Do you even have any friends you’re scared won’t be there?” Skulker forced himself through the portal. He heard the crackling zap of the temporary portal collapsing right after their passage. Interesting feature. Could be very useful. He noted.

“My ecto-cat definitely misses me.”

“Of course you have a cat...How long until this suit is permanently charged? I don’t want to be stuck listening to your chattering.”

“Oh, the suit is already charged, but it won’t run without an OS, which is me.”

“Technus, you deleted the OS!”

“Well! It wouldn’t accept you as a user and turn on because it sensed your energy. You’re lucky I was able to override it and still charge the suit! Would you rather have evaporated?”

No he wouldn’t… But the other ghost was already going on about the encrypted files he’d downloaded and how ‘glorious’ the algorithm that made it must have been, and they have petabytes of storage in this hard-drive, and—maybe death wouldn’t have been so bad?

…then you better pray for a miracle.

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The Feeders’ Former Years

Jac sighed. It was pathetic. This girl thought they were actually friends; he could tell by the way she smiled and lowered her voice in that conspiratorial way whenever she talked about the others on the course. Sadie: the girl from a nowhere town, merrily plodding along on her boring life that would ultimately amount to nothing. She had followed him up the hill, back to the dorms, chatting in his ear and somehow managing to keep up with his massive strides.

“Oh, so you live in THESE dorms?” Sadie smiled, breathing a little heavily, but still by his side.

Jac rolled his eyes, but turned and smiled at her nonetheless. “Is there something special about this building?” he asked, bemused by the simple girl’s surprise.

“This is where all the hot guys seem to be this year!” she beamed and then blushed a little at her stupidity. It was a flaw of hers. She got overly nervous or excited and the pathetic thing let her mouth run away with her.

Jac just smiled. He didn’t need to be told how good looking he was, and he didn’t need flirts from someone so basic as this girl. He took advantage of her embarrassment and slipped away, into the dorm.

Once upstairs, Jac opened the door to the corridor, only to be greeted by the muscular bulk of Sam, tumbling into him after catching a football that had been flung down the corridor by one of the other boys.

“Sorry, Jac,” Sam mumbled, standing up straight, a little embarrassed to have fallen to the floor in front of him. “You want to join us?” he asked, sounding keen, like an irritatingly hyperactive labrador.

“No,” Jac simply replied; momentarily not caring how rude he sounded. He spied Rob and Ben down the corridor and huffed in disapproval. Of course they had been involved in this ridiculous indoor football practice. The three idiots together, making as much noise as they liked. What more could be expected from them? He gritted his teeth, trying to hide his annoyance at the fact that these three simpletons were exactly the type of guys fools like Sadie fell for. The three athletic boys strutted around the campus with a sense of power and entitlement that came purely from their sporting prowess and good looks. They knew that the girls worshipped them for it and believed they had the world at their very fingertips. Jac knew that he needed to do something about that. The idea of toying with them and bringing them down excited him. It always had. Back in high school, he’d been a master of quiet manipulation and mind games; entertaining himself through the monotony of it all by enacting cruel twists of fate upon one member of the popular crowd after another; none of it ever traceable back to him. He wasn’t a nice person; he never had been. But he knew how to make people believe that he was their friend. And, now that he was older and more experienced, he felt his mind opening even more. He had a talent within him, a sense of power and an emerging knowledge of the interconnections within nature. It was thrilling and exciting to feel his understanding growing each and every day; something that these three pathetic boys couldn’t even begin to comprehend.

So young, so handsome and oversexed, the three of them were prime candidates for whatever Jac’s wicked mind could concoct. He turned, smiling sweetly at them. “Don’t hurt yourself there, Sam! You make sure you boys have fun,” he offered kindly, heading into his private room and away from them all. He needed to play nice and have more patience with them. That way, those idiotic boys would never suspect what was about to come their way.

Jac had come to college hoping that a degree in chemistry would advance his personal studies. It hadn’t taken him long to realise that even the professors were lacking. They didn’t understand the world the way that Jac could. They didn’t see the interactions between the biology and chemistry that they taught. They scoffed at the thought of ancient knowledge, of the mystical, fantastic and unexpected properties of the natural world. Jac’s mind whirred with it all; the possibilities and, ultimately, the ways in which he could twist and manipulate them to his will.

Each revelation made Jac laugh in amusement; his mind constructing one wicked plan after another. The things that he could do! How amusing would it be to have them all dancing like puppets on a string? Sadie, the jock boys, the idiotic professors of this lame university; one day they might look up at him and see exactly how much more important he was than any of them. They’d cower at his feet, and he would show no mercy.

Sam, Rob and Ben filled Jac’s mind more than any of the others who annoyed him in college. He could hear their loud voices out in the corridor and the whispered, undeserved admiration they received from all those around them. No evil scheme in Jac’s mind seemed foul enough for what he wanted for them; how much he longed to manipulate their lives; to change the way others looked up to them; to take away their god-like status within these walls. He watched them indulge in women and their attentions. He could smell the arousal of them all; three horny boys on a constant hunt for a good time, and never being denied. They were disgusting; nothing better than pigs!

Jac paused for a moment, feeling a great sense of revelation in his mind. Something rang true as he compared the three jocks to being a drove of pigs. The more Jac thought about the word, the more he realised it was right. In fact, all the boys in these halls were pigs; their needs and desires as basic as could be: simple, patheic; easily quashed.

Ideas brewed in Jac’s brain for some weeks. He watched the three boys as they played football on the lawns outside; shirtless and aware of all the eyes upon their bodies of physical perfection. He heard tales of their late night antics and smelt the sweat of their sexual conquests on their impressive bodies as they walked by.

The final plan came to Jac, fully-formed, as he saw the three of them one Sunday afternoon, sat around the kitchen table, a little hungover and boasting to each other about the dirty girls they had picked up the night before. It was the perfect scheme to deal with guys like this; a way to make them pay for their lust and charmed lifestyle. People didn’t seem to understand the amazing neurochemicals released during sex. It was a mind-blowing state of arousal and dramatic change in the body; the perfect catalyst, if someone was devious enough to implant the correct chemicals and ancient magic into the body beforehand. Jac could see it all: the ingredients he would need, the ceremonies to be performed and sacrifices to be made. He was lost in a wondrous train of thought as the whole formula slotted together perfectly in his mind. “Bye bye, boys!” he smirked to himself as he began to write it all down in his notebook. Now, this was going to be entertaining!

“Oh, hey Jac!” Ben called out keenly. “You want to hang out with us?” he added, reaching to pull a chair towards their table and shifting up a little; always so desperate to add him to their crew.

“Sure,” Jac nodded, surprising them all by giving them more than his usual brief acknowledgement by actually sitting down with them. “I was just thinking,” he grinned, trying to contain his excitement that his plan was actually ready to put into action. “You boys want to come training with me this evening?”

The three boys had jumped at the chance; after all, Jac’s body was so sculpted and perfect; garnering him admiration from all the girls he shunned. They’d asked him before about his strength training secrets and made multiple attempts to invite him along to their sporting events in the past. But Jac also knew that the three of them all looked up to him in a way that none of them really understood. It was part of what excited him most as Jac worked against them, creating his new formula. It had been joyous work and he felt a strange sense of purpose in all that he was doing; as if this was all meant to be. His true purpose.

Jac had been out that morning to buy protein powder and milk, adding in a couple more flavours that would disguise the taste of the mixture he would also be secretly adding in; the one that the boys would not be expecting, and the one that would see them slowly transform away from their perfect physiques of the present. When the boys were ready and standing there in the gym with him, he grinned, holding each flask out to them to slurp on as they watched Jac lifting impossible weights with ease.

“450lbs!” Ben asked, mouth agape as Jac went for the bench press without asking for a spotter. Already, he was nearly through his protein shake, as were the other two.

Jac made an effort to make the lift look hard, but he sat up, his muscles bulging just as usual, looking smugly across at the three of them. “That’s how it’s done, boys!” he chuckled.

At that moment, a pretty girl with the tightest butt imaginable strolled on by on her way to the treadmill, capturing the attention of the three horny young males. Like flicking on a light switch, their scents immediately changed, making Jac’s heart pound with excitement. The formula was inside them and had just been ignited for the first time. He smirked to himself, then sat up, leading the boys to the next activity.

Despite their pleas, Jac had refused to go out with Sam, Ben and Rob that evening. Perhaps they thought that they were all friends now? Just the idea of that made Jac laugh. He watched them leaving, dressed to impress with their perfectly fitting shirts and tight pants that emphasised the athleticism of their thighs and buttocks. They certainly wouldn’t be returning alone that evening. It was Friday night and they were out to get laid. And that was exactly when things would start to get very exciting indeed.

The boys met in the kitchen the following morning; their usual debrief after a night out, finding out from each other what had happened to them after they had disappeared with a new girl under their arm. Jac drifted in, keen to see how things were unfolding. With all three of the boys, he could smell the ordinary undetectable scent of the formula, now fully established inside of their bodies. His heart raced, realising that it was indeed working. There was something different about all of them, but it was Rob’s stomach that Jac’s eyes immediately found. Dressed in a tight t-shirt, the boy hadn’t seemed to relise the slight tightness of it just below his belly button as he sat there, talking animatedly with his friends.

“We didn’t get to sleep until 5am!” Rob told the boys, laughing. “She was so fucking horny, she just wanted to keep going!” he boasted about his latest conquest. “It didn’t matter what I asked for, she was up for it!”

The two others laughed with a little jealousy, clearly not having had quite as much fun with their ladies the night before.

“That sounds awesome!” Jac smiled, coming over to the table to join then. “Good for you, buddy!” he smiled, grabbing Rob by his shoulder and shaking it with slight affection. Although delighted to see that Jac was joining them again, the three boys suddenly looked a little on-guard. They’d never heard of any of the college girls getting lucky enough to have sex with Jac and they had clearly assumed that he was not the type to approve of the sort of wild one-night stands that they themselves enjoyed so much. But Jac soon put them at ease as he sat himself down at the table, encouraging Rob to describe his night in even more detail, and the kinky things he had been up to. When Ben and Sam leaned back, it was slightly apparent that they were ever so slightly bloated in their stomachs as well, though it was nothing compared to Rob. And with that in mind, Jac felt intrigued to find out why.

“So, you’re telling me, she blew you off in the park on the way home, then you came back here to have sex. And then, this morning, you went for two more rounds before you packed her off home?”

“Pretty much,” Rob grinned, seemingly delighted to be receiving Jac’s approval.

“High Five, buddy!” Jac cheered, raising his hand up. “I didn’t know you were all such pros with the ladies!” he lied, looking around at them all, playing to their egos with perfection. “I can’t wait to hear how you get on tonight.”

“I’m not so sure I can handle another night out,” Ben grumbled, his head a little sore from his hangover.

“What?” Jac laughed. “It’s Saturday night! Don’t be such a lightweight,” he teased. He knew what he was doing. So susceptible to peer pressure, the boys were soon getting ready to hit the clubs again, with one very hedonistic goal in mind.

By the end of the week, Jac was starting to hear whispers about Rob. On the Wednesday, the idiot boy had slipped up, heading to the kitchen area without a shirt on, seemingly oblivious to the growing softness that was spreading across his forgotten abs. Although no one had said anything to him, the petty gossiping had spread through the dorms like wildfire. By the Saturday, he’d either noticed for himself, or had it pointed out to him, for he had disappeared off to the gym that morning and come back, dripping with sweat.

Ever keen to see his formula’s effects, Jac had decided to bump into him in the corridor, marvelling at how the idiot’s damp clothes were sticking to the swolleness of his torso. Perhaps the boy had been overmasturbating in the week, Jac smirked, seeing the puffy fullness to the guy’s butt, as well as the surprising mass to his thighs.

“Wow! This bulk is really working for you!” Jac smiled, deciding to make a fuss of Rob. “Look at those guns, buddy!” he cheered, lifting Rob’s arm himself. “Our workout last weekend has clearly done you some good!”

Rob shrugged with a little embarrassment. “Actually, I’m trying to cut back,” he mumbled. “I didn’t really intend to…”

“It looks great!” Jac forged on. “I do the same thing every six months or so,” he lied. “During my bulks, I always put on a few pounds of fat in my stomach and my ass, but… honestly, man; you can’t beat it to help you pack on the muscle! You’re going to be absolutely shredded by next summer!”

“Yeah?” Rob asked, looking instantly more encouraged. “I didn’t think of it that way.”

Jac looked over Rob’s body with complete approval. “Man, I’m actually really jealous,” he laughed to himself. “Next time we go to the gym, I can already tell that you’re going to give me a run for my money on the weights.”

“You bet I am!” Rob smiled back; delighted at the prospect of going to the gym with Jac again.

“Are you off out tonight?” Jac asked next; a master at casual conversation.

“Well, I wasn’t going to,” Rob shrugged, clearly a little embarrassed about his current appearance. “But… actually… why the hell not?”

Despite the clear progress with Rob, Jac could see that things were going to take a little longer with the other two boys. Sam was naturally broader and taller than Rob or Ben. Although he had been packing on a few pounds since he’d taken Jac’s protein shake, his body had done a good job of hiding the majority of it across his giant frame. The only anomaly appeared to be Ben, who’d been rather quiet that week, bogged down with a backlog of assignments that he had neglected. Looking at him, dressed and ready for a night out with the boys, he didn’t appear to look remarkably different than the week before. As frustrating as that was, in some ways, it only added to the comedy of the situation for Jac, seeing a chubbier Rob sticking out like a sore thumb with his two other friends; his bulbous glutes pushing out so much more than the other two as they strutted off to the clubs. Still, Ben’s slow progress was a concern, and something that Jac would have to think about how to rectify very soon.

Another few days drifted by without much progress at all on Ben’s physique. Jac started to wonder if all the guy’s talk of sleeping with hundreds of girls was all just one giant bluff. But as he saw the boy coming into the kitchen on the Wednesday morning, tired and sleepy-looking after staying up for most of the night on an assignment, Jac’s patience finally came to an end. How much easier this would have been had these boys been born gay and Jac could have seduced them himself. The whole process could have been sped up so much by now!

“Morning sleepy head!” Jac smiled, with slight flirtation; for his own amusement rather than anything else.

“Morning,” grunted an exhausted Ben, filling up his bottle of water in the sink.

Jac huffed. Why couldn’t he just seduce these guys? It didn’t seem that difficult. They were so simple and unremarkable. They already practically worshipped the ground he walked on, drawn in by an energy that even Jac didn’t quite understand himself.

“You’re looking good this morning,” Jac tried. “That t-shirt suits you.”

Ben turned and looked at him, blinking a couple of times. “Thanks. You’re looking good too,” he smiled; suddenly seeming a lot more awake.”

Jac’s nose twitched. He could smell it; that arousal, drawing Ben to him like a moth to a flame.

“I really enjoyed spending time with you the other day at the gym,” Jac went on, growing more bold as he detected his success. “Do you think… maybe you might like to do something else fun with me at some point?” he asked, with a false coyness to his voice.

“Just you and me?” Ben asked hopefully, his eyes now wide with excitement.

“Of course, just you and me…” Jac smiled, moving in on his prey and placing a friendly hand on the guy’s shoulder. This was working. “Where would you like me to take you?”

“I… I don’t know,” Ben stumbled, overcome by his own silent arousal.

“How about…” Jac continued, lowering his hand down Ben’s shoulder until it reached the guy’s tight buns. Ben gasped and sighed with lust as his ass was cupped and rubbed by the guy he looked up to most in the entire world. “How about we go back to your room?” Jac finally suggested, smiling wickedly.

Five times. That was how many jerk-offs Jac witnessed Ben doing as they were together in his room. He smiled and laughed to himself as he went back into his own bedroom, realising that things were suddenly going to get a lot easier for him. By the time he’d left Ben, a strange bloating had started to fill his stomach and even his face had a new, surprising fullness to it. The poor boy had fallen asleep, his body exhausted by the chemistry going on within it.

“Rob!” Jac grinned, stepping out of his room the moment he heard Rob getting ready to leave for his first class. He was still on a high from his encounter with Ben, and so, seducing Rob would be no problem at all. However, the moment Rob laid eyes on him, Jac could detect the pungenat smell of arousal coming from the chubby boy; as if Jac had now unlocked something within him that even he could not stop. “Have you got a minute?” he asked, pushing Rob back into his own bedroom.

Jac looked around, seeing copious amounts of workout gear and weights across the floor. Rob had clearly developed a bit of a complex about his new shape and it was hard for Jac to not laugh as he imagined Rob in here, trying to burn off his extra pounds each evening; his fresh fat jiggling and bouncing; the shimmer of sweat across his softer exterior.

“What’s the matter?” Rob asked, wondering why Jac had invited himself into his room.

“I wanted to talk to you about something,” Jac began, hearing Rob’s heart racing with lust. “I’ve started to develop these strange feelings… for you,” he explained, pretending to feel embarrassed to be sharing his emotions like this. “Sometimes, I get the impression that maybe you feel the same way.” He hid his face in his hands. “Or… I don’t know. Am I just imagining this, Rob?”

“You’re not imagining anything,” Rob replied, pulling Jac’s hands away from his face. “I think…I think I’m in love with you.”

Jac smiled, holding back another urge to laugh. Rob was in love with him already? This was almost too funny for words. “I want to kiss you,” Jac whispered, then waited as Rob leaned in. After that, in a frenzy of lust, the chubby boy was stripped of everything he wore. He came, serveral times, in Jac’s company over the next two hours. The size of his stomach by the time Jac left was wonderful to behold: rounded and properly bellied, there wouldn’t be a thing left in the fool’s closet that would cover it entirely. Now there was just the issue of Sam…

“Disgusting, isn’t it?” Jac nodded, getting involved in petty dorm gossip for the first time, simply because the subject matter was so delightfully entertaining. “I see them in the kitchen all the time, drinking beer and stuffing their greedy faces on chips and snacks,” he lied, successfully painting a picture of the three boys as nothing more than fat slobs.

“I used to really have a thing for Rob,” the girl next to Jac admitted, making the others shudder at the thought. “Not any more though!”

“I heard a rumour that Sam’s been kicked off the football team indefinitely.”

“I’m not surprised. He hasn’t been going to training for quite some time,” Jac added in, knowing full well that Sam was far too embarrassed by the tremendous amount of fat he’d gained; a giant gut that had to be seen to be believed. Unsurprisingly, his new body was finding it rather difficult to adapt itself for any of his usal athletic pursuits.

Jac felt no shame or guilt as he went back to his room. He simply smirked and carried the brightest smile on his face. He’d barely been there more than a few seconds when a knock came on his door and a fat, horny looking Rob, wearing a t-shirt that didn’t quite cover the giant bulge of his new stomach, stood at his doorway, hoping to be invited in. With a chuckle of glee, Jac pulled him inside and smacked his doughy ass as the highly aroused boy began excitedly undressing himself. Next there came a second knock and Sam was standing there, looking much the same. He seemed confused when he entered and saw Rob already inside. Jac decided to not play into the typical macho jealousy that could easily play out, and he kissed them both, explaining that if they wanted to enjoy his company that evening, they would have to learn to share.

As if on cue, Ben arrived at the door next, entering with shock, seeing that Rob was already sprawled on the bed, stroking his erection and moaning. Howver, he soon aclimatised to the situation and within no time at all, Jac’s three little piggies were worshipping him, moaning and coming again and again. Despite their little pot bellies, all three of them were beginning to suffer terribly with back fat and Jac laughed, seeing the markings of their tight underwear written across their chubby bodies; held tightly in the grip of brand new obesity. As they left some time later, it was obvious that they’d swelled up even more. Rob couldn’t even pull up the zipper of his new pants, let alone try to button them.

“You know, you boys are really going to have to go on a diet,” Jac told them, doing his best to keep a straight face. He admired the once fit athletes with absolute satisfaction. They’d never lose this weight with the formula inside of them, and they would continue to swell every time their horny brains thought of him; tugging themselves off in the middle of the night and waking up even fatter than the day before. But in that moment, Jac knew with complete certainty that he was ready to move on; ready to find his next victims…

The following day, an irritatingly good looking guy on the next floor had the misfortune of meeting Jac on the stairs on the way down to his first class. He never made it out of the building, guzzling cookies that Jac had laced with his formula and subsequently spending the entire morning jacking off with him in his bedroom.

Jac’s social calendar suddenly became a lot busier as he started making an effort at going to all of the athletic clubs and events that Sam, Ben and Rob had been nagging him about since the start of the year. He smirked, looking around and realising that they really were excellent places to meet the types of guys he was most interested in messing with. He chose a young, strapping wrestler one night and proceeded to select from the baseball team the next. The football team was undeniably his favourite though. There they seemed to worship size and masculinity. It was a concept that Jac found almost too enticing for words, as he arrived each training session with a special treat for at least one of them.

Jac was having the time of his life, picking them off one by one. But of all the football players, Max was undeniably the one that he most wanted to add to his collection of fat boys. Tall, strapping and with a face more handsome than any of the others, Jac had been saving this particular pretty-boy for a later date; allowing the stud to watch all of his fellow players inexplicably becoming fatter and fatter, before quitting altogether. Amongst a few of the decidedly pot bellied boys who were two or three weeks into their emerging obesity, Max’s body shone out like that of a Greek god’s. Jac could see him looking with concern at his friends’ blubbery bodies with mild repulsion. However, tonight, Jac had decided, was going to be Max’s turn. He’d prepared a protein oat bar, laced with his special formula, ready to be offered to the unreasonably handsome young man. Then, after the training, with all of the hot and sweaty guys, Jac stood, completely naked, chatting to them all and smirking at the way theyl had to hide their crotches from him.

Jac was so used to the attention now. He loved every minute of having the boys admiring him; especially those newly doughy ones who would no doubt return to their dorms or frat houses and jack themselves off just thinking about him. A couple of the guys even tried to sneakily take pictures of his naked body with their cell phones; a practice that Jac definitely approved of and strategically ignored. Much like the way Mikey had discreetly stolen his underwear last week and returned this week with an ass that looked softer than a marshmallow.

“Where’s Max gone?” Jac asked, suddenly sensing that the scent of Max had dropped out, even before he turned around and saw that he was nowhere to be seen. He could have kicked himself. He’d only turned his back for a minute.

“It’s his girlfriend’s birthday,” one of the other boys explained; Eddie, a casually funny and stocky young guy that Jac had earmarked for his formula next week. Given that the boy was already a little thicker in the butt than some of the other guys, Jac was keen to see how his body would grow once he’d been seduced and dealt with accordingly.

It was a conundrum. Jac could have quickly dressed and chased after Max, or he could simply shift his schedule around a little bit. Max could wait.

“So, Eddie. Do you want to grab a drink with me tonight?”

The next morning. Jac slipped out his files and sighed at the thought of having to sit through an hour of Professor Lee’s inferior teaching. Achieving staggeringly high grades had made Jac the focus of many of the professors, and his absence in classes was always noted more than anyone else’s. But, being here allowed him to stay in the campus, finding new potential guys to use his formula on each and every day. The trade off was just about worth it.

As Jac opened his file to slip in the useless handouts that Professor Lee had just given out, he immediately saw something new; an envelope with his name written across the front in a perfect, cursive style. His heart raced. How had someone got into his bag without him noticing? He was so careful and alert when he was out and about; it didn’t seem possible. There was also a surprisingly unfamiliar scent to it, unlike anyone he had ever come across here in the college.

Jac waited until everyone else had left the lecture hall, dismissing anyone who tried to coax him into going for a coffee afterwards, or attempt to conduct their inane conversation with him. When alone, he pulled it out once more and gave a final look over his shoulder. Inside was a letter, written in the same beautiful handwriting; its contents making Jac’s heart race even more.

I know what you did, Jac.

Go to the lobby of the Grand Hotel tomorrow evening at 8pm.

Seeing the slight ink bleed through the paper, Jac turned it over and gasped. There, written in the form of a long list, spaced over two columns, were the full names of each person he had brought down with his formula. Not a single victim had been left off the list. Now Jac’s senses were on full alert. Someone had been watching him; following him even. They must have known everything.

Jac was about to be exposed.

That evening and the following day, Jac considered ignoring the instruction, but never for any serious length of time. Whoever it was that had sent that letter, they were smart and cunning. And, as unlikely as it seemed, Jac regarded them, for the time being at least, as somewhat of an equal to himself. It was always better to overestimate a foe, and it wouldn’t do to have someone like that running around. Whoever it was, whatever they wanted, it would all need to be dealt with, and quickly.

The Grand Hotel was located in the heart of the city. The lobby was large and spacious; grand, just as to be expected.

“May I help you?” asked a good looking guy at the reception desk, just five or so years older than Jac. He clearly had a very nice physique, with dark brown hair and a smile that must have melted the hearts of all the women who came in here. How typical of this place to put their best looking guy on the front desk, Jac thought, chuckling to himself. His immediate thought was of his formula. He could tempt the boy away from his desk, feed him something and then return each week to see its effects.

“No, thank you,” Jac replied, reminding himself that he wasn’t here looking for victims. “I’m supposed to be meeting someone.”

“Ah!” the boy nodded, looking up at the large, decorative clock and seeing the time. “That’ll be Mr Ernst.” His smile seemed to grow brighter as he mentioned the name. “And here he is, just on time,” he declared, eyes sparkling as he looked over Jac’s shoulder.

Jac turned to see an incredibly handsome and tall man come walking towards him. His shirt draped over his beautifully toned body and he wore formal dress pants with a slimline belt that suggested he was here for business. His hair was blonde and cut into a style that was perfect for his beautiful face; a face that looked stern and unimpressed at the sight of Jac before him. “Thank you, John. I will take things from here,” the man declared in his deep voice.

Jac’s nostrils flared. The scent of this man was undoubtedly the same as that he had sensed on the letter, but it was still confusing to him. Mr Ernst didn’t smell like any of the other men around him. He was somehow different.

The man turned, without greeting Jac in any way and started leading back towards the elevator. They stood silently, waiting for the doors to close, beginning the journey up to the very top floor without a single word being spoken. Once there, Mr Ernst led the way again, pulling out a card from his wallet to let them into a room.

Jac tried to hold back his surprise as he saw the lavishness of the hotel room he had just entered. The suite had an incredible view of the city, being large and spacious, with plenty of places to sit and relax. Jac closed the door on them and followed Mr Ernst as he sat down at a sofa and pointed to the one opposite it for Jac to sit and join him. It was the first form of actual communication that he had offered at all.

Sitting down, Jac knew that he was only to speak when spoken to. He didn’t have the upperhand in this situation. Not yet at least. And, after the dingy college dorms, the surroundings he now found himself in were taking a little bit of time to get used to.

“So, you’re the one who has been causing me such a headache,” Mr Ernst began. His voice was deep, with a slight hint of irritation. Jac remained silent. “Your ingenuity was impressive. Not many could create a formula like that with so little experience. But your application was sloppy. So many boys in such a small community. You were always asking for trouble. You don’t mind getting caught? Exposed? All your talents wasted!”

Jac swallowed. This man really did know everything.

“You will fall into line,” Mr Ernst declared. “You will follow my orders only from now on.”

“And why should I do that?” Jac tried; attempting to make his voice sound a lot more confident than he felt.

Mr Ernst seemed pleased by Jac’s momentary resistance, but he was undoubtedly someone who could not be toyed with. Like a hungry lion, Jac had the sense that he was a man who could turn on him in an instant.

“Because, I will show you how you can have just as much fun, without ever getting caught. You’re not the only one, you know. There are many of us all over the world. Higher beings, with a distaste for the arrogance of the athletic and slender. There are many of us, all growing up, finding ourselves as you now have. And we all have exactly the same drive. We do, as you do; although not in quite the same way…”

“You fatten them?” Jac asked, his voice full of awe and wonder. His whole life he had felt so entirely alone. Now he was hearing that there were more people like him. More people who understood magic and the motivations that drove him. “How?”

Mr Ernst grinned wickedly. “I’m pleased that you asked.” He stood up, just as a knock came at the door. “Watch and learn,” he declared, as he walked towards the door.

Jac recognised the voice as soon as he heard it. Max, the football star he had been saving, was stood there, making eyes at Mr Ernst as if he was deeply in love with him. “Hello again, Evan,” he smiled in delight.

“Come in,” cheered Mr Ernst; his tone now more pleasant and friendly; lighter and enthusiastic; keen to see the tall footballer at his door. “I believe you know Jac here,” he pointed towards the sofa.

“I thought it would just be us,” Max replied, actually sounding a little disappointed to see Jac there. He followed Mr Ernst and sat next to him, as close as he could on the couch; kicking off his shoes to get comfortable, like a typically expectant jock.

Jac could see that Mr Ernst, or ‘Evan’ as Max seemed to be calling him, was doing exactly the same to Max as he had done to countless other men, making them fall madly in lust with him. Young and horny, Max seemed almost incapable of bearing it. As soon as he sat down next to Evan, one hand slid over his shoulder and another began to stroke the man’s thigh. He didn’t care that Jac was there; he was so overcome with arousal, it was clear that he just wanted Evan to turn to him and make love right there and then.

“Can you smell it yet?” the wicked man asked, looking directly at Jac. “The sweat?” He then turned to Max, encouraging his attentions by kissing him deeply and passionately. Max’s hardness looked ready to burst out his pants, and as they kissed, his fingers worked to unbutton Evan’s shirt. But after releasing a couple of them, Mr Ernst stopped him. “I think you should take off your shirt first,” he grinned excitedly.

Max didn’t need telling twice. Immediately, he stood up and pulled his t-shirt straight off his long torso. Mr Ernst hadn’t been kidding when he mentioned the sweat, for although Max’s athletic body was the envy of most guys, his chest glistened with sweat, like he had just rubbed oil all over himself. He sat again, pressing his body up against Evan like he was determined to ignore the fact that Jac was there at all.

“This disgusting brute had one single dose of my formula almost exactly four hours ago,” Evan explained directly to Jac. As he spoke, his hand rubbed over Max’s hardness, making the horny jock moan aloud, not listening to a word that was said. “You let him slip through your fingers…”

Jac felt the sting of accusation. Evan was right, he’d had the opportunity to use his own formula on Max and he hadn’t taken it.

“No mercy,” Evan stated very clearly and almost threateningly. “None of them ever escape. You will never let something like that happen again.”

Jac shook his head, sensing that he would be wise to agree with Evan’s demands, no matter what they were. “What’s going to happen to him?” he asked openly, given how indiscreet Evan was already being, and how mindless with lust Max already seemed.

Evan turned to Max and looked him directly in the eyes. “He’s in for a BIG treat!” he whispered, before turning back to Jac and laughing at his own private joke.

“Can we take this into the bedroom?” asked a desperately horny Max, with eyes only for Evan.

“It’s time to stand up,” Evan nodded, watching the seconds tick by on his watch. He patted Max’s slimline butt and ushered the guy away from the couch and into the middle of the space where Jac could have the perfect view. Jac felt overwhelmingly excited. Above the stink of sweat coming from Max’s body, there was an undeniable cocktail of hormones bubbling away inside the football star, waiting for ignition. “Ten seconds!” Evan chuckled, stepping back slightly to get a good look at Max’s physique for himself

Max was beyond help. Even with Jac there, he slipped his hand down into his pants and began tugging himself off. “Come on, baby! Stop teasing me. Come to bed…”

Evan laughed and stared at his watch. “Five… Four…”

“You’re so fucking hot!” Max growled, stroking his dick with ferocity.

“Three… Two… One…”

Jac gasped, not quite knowing what would happen, but excited for it nonetheless. Even before Evan triumphantly declared ‘zero’, the look on Max’s face changed. His eyes squinted like a sudden sharp pain had taken him; his free hand sliding onto his stomach. He growled, folding over slightly until, with his mouth agape, a loud, rumbling burp rose up from his throat.

“Come and look! It’s fantastic!” Evan declared; his voice uncharacteristically full of joy and delight. Jac could see Max’s hips start to rock backwards and forwards. Evan slapped Max’s hand, resting on his aching stomach. “Move it!” he demanded. “I want to see!” He laughed aloud and Jac’s eyes widened in elation at the marvel of what he was seeing. The skin on Max’s stomach, although sweaty, looked puffier and softer. As his hips rocked, it wasn’t immediately obvious what was happening, but soon there was no denying it: Max’s stomach was pushing outwards, forming a small paunch within a matter of seconds; even as his hand remained clamped on his own hardness, just as it had been before.

“He’s getting fatter!” Jac laughed, standing in front of Max and seeing the spaced-out expression of shock and submission on the guy’s face.

Evan tugged down at Max’s pants, making them slide down around his ankles. Then, with a delighted surge of energy, he slapped Max’s now naked butt, holding his hand there. His other hand drifted onto Max’s paunch, rubbing it gleefully. “Atta boy!” he whispered teasingly, clearly just as aroused as Jac was. “It’s time to become a great big, fat piggy-boy for me!”

Jac reached out his hand, feeling the growing arch of Max’s new stomach fat. He grabbed a wedge of skin around what had become the start of very real love handles, and jiggled in disbelief. Under the surface, real fat was amassing with remarkable speed. He reached back to feel Max’s rear, once so slender and pert, but now bloating quickly and expanding; widening and softening. Evan’s fingers draped over the other butt cheek, feeling its growth and bouncing the glute as the weight of it became more and more pronounced.

A small double chin was starting to frame Max’s face and Jac couldn’t resist touching that too. There was blubber forming underneath the boy’s nipples and they also began to jiggle under the consistent sway of Max’s hips. Onwards the jock’s stomach pushed out, filling his middle like an inflating tire. Soon, there was a definite shelf forming under the boy’s softening chest, with his new belly starting to lunge from his hips. He seemed to lose his balance slightly, wobbling on his feet until he’d stepped out of his old clothes entirely. Only his socks now remained in place. Jac immediately bent down to pick up the empty clothes, saving the fattening boy from tripping again. He paused, gazing in awe at the tiny underwear that the handsome young man had been wearing only moments ago. Evan seemed to catch on, laughing wickedly as well, before grabbing the underwear and holding up them like a prize, dangling them in front of Max’s face: a monument to what the stud had once been and would never be again.

The gut on Max now looked so solid and set in, it was hard to believe that the guy had ever been anything but overweight. But now the formula seemed to be tightening its grip further. Max growled and winced as his round belly inflated outwards in all directions. He let go of his hardness at last, seeming to instinctively raise his arms a little as his belly and chest visibly grew with remarkable speed. Evan’s elation was contagious, as the man patted and grabbed at the expanding fat, even as it swelled into Max’s arms and thighs. All of a sudden, the football star seemed utterly enormous, yet he was still growing; swelling with pure fat all over his body and groaning as it took him over completely. It was hard to comprehend the size of him as the man’s nipples slid down his chest: four hundred pounds? Four-fifty? Five hundred? More?

Max appeared to faint and between them, Evan and Jac caught him, holding the monstrously obese man up with ease given their remarkable and inexplicable strength. Together they lowered him to the carpet, watching the large, doughy ass spread as it met the floor. Soon he was lying back completely. Fat bulged in new and exciting ways all over his enormous form. Jac stared down at the face, buried underneath gigantic cheeks and draped with a remarkable double chin that spread itself around the lower half of his head; entirely robbing of a neck. Chuckling to himself, Jac wondered: would anyone even recognise him anymore?

“When it wakes up, it’ll think it’s always been this fat,” Evan explained, now calm and restrained once more. He looked down on Max like a conquered enemy, gloating in the glory of victory. “Everyone else will think it too. Reality is warping all around him,” the man explained, holding up his hands and touching the air as if he could feel it working, even now. He sniggered and lightly kicked Max’s body to see the waves of fat ripple across the enormous torso, then walked back to the couch; pointing directly at the one opposite for Jac to do the same; just as when he had first arrived. “Tomorrow you will come to the meeting I am holding here. There you will see all of them; all of the men just like you. All of them lost and alone until I found them and brought them together. I will show them my new formula, just as I have done with you tonight. You will see it in action once more. Then you will leave and use it yourself, on any man your heart desires. Five a day! Six! One hundred! I want them all to feel my magic within them.” He looked harshly at Jac, his eyes darkening with shadows. “Is this something you think you could do?” he asked in a dangerous tone.

Jac gazed once more at the enormously obese football star, still lying unconscious on the floor. Neither one of their lives would ever be the same again after tonight. He turned his gaze to Evan and held stare firmly.

“Yes,” he declared with absolute certainty; knowing that it was a vow that he would gladly let consume his entire being for the rest of his days.

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