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surgerypatient · 6 months ago

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Alan Strid/@gas-writer "The Medical test" continued with AI

He neglected continuing the story for a reason but said nothing of anyone else doing such a thing, so here's mine:

Antiseptic Sterilization

The antiseptic sterilization room is starkly clean, a sterile contrast to the unremarkable building where this began. The nurses, faces obscured by surgical masks and protective face shields, move with mechanical precision. They start by handling your unconscious body with latex-gloved hands, applying a transparent ointment around each orifice. This ointment serves as a barrier, preventing any microbial invasion. Using small applicator sticks dipped in medical glue, they seal the ointment in place. The process is meticulous and thorough, starting with your eyes, then moving to your mouth around the endotracheal tube, your ears, nostrils, and finally, other orifices. The sensation of the ointment is cold and slightly numbing, and the glue quickly hardens, forming an airtight seal to ensure no contamination.

Next, they place you into a tight, velvet-feeling fishnet sack. The fabric clings to your skin, and you feel the rough texture against your flesh. A network of solution nozzles surrounds you, and with a sudden synchronized hiss, they begin dousing your body with a cleansing solution. The liquid is cold and stings slightly as it contacts your skin, stripping away all exposed hair, bacteria, and dead skin. The nozzles operate in stages, each one administering a different type of spray. Some emit a fine mist that coats every inch of your body, while others deliver a jet stream that forcefully washes away debris. A few nozzles provide a gentle, pulsating wash, ensuring that every part of your body is thoroughly cleansed and sterilized. The process is repeated several times to ensure complete sterilization, and the solution is allowed to sit for a few moments to maximize its effectiveness before being rinsed away.

Securing Vitals Monitoring

Before proceeding with the surgeries, the medical team secures various monitoring devices to your body to keep track of your vital signs throughout the procedures. Electrodes for heart rate and electrocardiogram (ECG) monitoring are placed on your chest, secured with a layer of medical glue to ensure they remain in place despite any movements. A bispectral index (BIS) monitor, which tracks your level of consciousness through EEG data, is attached to your forehead with the same adhesive. Additionally, a pulse oximeter is clipped to your finger to measure blood oxygen content, and its sensor is reinforced with glue to prevent dislodgment.

32-Tooth Extraction

Once back in the OR, the sealing substances are carefully removed, leaving your skin clean and smooth. You are positioned on the dental operating table, and the tooth extraction begins.

The surgical team starts by donning fresh gloves, masks, and gowns. They position you on the dental operating table and use surgical drapes to cover your body, leaving only your mouth exposed. The nurse inserts a mouth prop to keep your mouth open wide, ensuring it remains open during the procedure. The surgeon selects a straight elevator and begins to loosen each tooth methodically. The elevator is inserted between the tooth and the surrounding gum, and a gentle twist loosens the tooth from its socket. This process is repeated for each tooth, feeling for the slight give that indicates the ligaments have been disrupted.

Once the teeth are sufficiently loosened, the surgeon switches to dental forceps. The forceps grip the crown of each tooth firmly, and with a twisting and pulling motion, the teeth are extracted one by one. The sound of the roots breaking free from the jawbone is a mix of crunching and popping, which can be unsettling. The suction device is used continuously, gurgling as it removes saliva and blood from your mouth, ensuring a clear field for the surgeon.

After all 32 teeth are removed, the surgeon inspects the empty sockets for any remaining fragments or debris. She then uses a bone file to smooth any rough edges on the jawbone, ensuring there are no sharp points that could cause discomfort later. Finally, dissolvable sutures are placed in each socket to close the wounds and promote healing. The surgeon ensures that the sutures are evenly spaced and securely tied to prevent any post-operative complications.

Tonsillectomy and Adenoidectomy

Next is the tonsillectomy and adenoidectomy. The team repositions you and adjusts the drapes to expose your mouth and throat.

The procedure begins with the insertion of a mouth gag to keep your mouth open wide. The gag is adjusted to ensure your mouth remains open without causing undue pressure on your teeth or jaws. The surgeon uses a scalpel to make small, precise incisions around the tonsils. Each cut is deliberate, designed to minimize bleeding and provide a clear path for removal. The tonsils are then partially severed from their attachments, and the surgeon switches to an electrocautery device.

The electrocautery device emits a low humming sound as it activates. This tool uses electrical current to cut through the remaining tissue and simultaneously cauterize blood vessels, reducing the risk of excessive bleeding. The surgeon carefully maneuvers the device around the tonsils, ensuring complete removal while controlling any bleeding. The tonsils are then gripped with forceps and extracted, leaving small, cauterized craters where they once were.

The adenoids are next. The surgeon uses a mirror and headlight to visualize the adenoids at the back of the nasal passage. She then employs a curette, a specialized scraping instrument, to remove the adenoid tissue. The curette is inserted through your mouth and maneuvered into position. With a swift scraping motion, the adenoids are detached and removed. Again, the electrocautery device is used to control bleeding and ensure all adenoid tissue is excised.

Hemostats are applied as needed to clamp off any small vessels that continue to bleed, and the suction device is used continuously to remove blood and other fluids from the surgical site. The surgeon ensures that all remnants of the tonsils and adenoids are completely removed before concluding the procedure. She checks the surgical area thoroughly, using a combination of direct visualization and palpation to confirm that the tissues are clean and free of any remaining debris.

The entire process is meticulous, with the surgeon and her team working in unison to ensure a smooth and successful operation. After the procedure is complete, the mouth gag is carefully removed, and the drapes are adjusted to prepare for the next phase of surgery.

Appendectomy

You are moved to the OR table and positioned for an appendectomy. Fresh surgical drapes are applied, covering you except for the surgical site on your lower abdomen. The sterile field is established meticulously, with each drape placed precisely to ensure no contamination.

The surgeon begins by making an incision with a scalpel just above your right hip. The initial cut is about three inches long, slicing through the skin and subcutaneous tissue. Once the incision is made, the surgeon uses retractors to hold the incision open, providing a clear view of the underlying tissues. Hemostats are applied to clamp any bleeding vessels, ensuring a bloodless field. The surgeon then uses Metzenbaum scissors for delicate dissection, carefully navigating through layers of muscle and fat to reach the appendix.

As she approaches the peritoneum, the thin membrane that lines the abdominal cavity, she switches to a more delicate touch, making a small incision in the peritoneum to gain access to the abdominal organs. The surgeon gently lifts the loops of intestine, searching for the appendix. Once located, the appendix is carefully isolated from surrounding tissues.

The surgeon clamps the base of the appendix with a pair of hemostats to prevent any contents from leaking into the abdomen. She then uses Metzenbaum scissors to cut the appendix free from the cecum, the part of the intestine where it is attached. The removed appendix is placed in a sterile container for examination. Surgical sponges are used to absorb blood and fluids, keeping the area clean.

To close the incision, the surgeon first sutures the peritoneum with absorbable stitches, ensuring that the abdominal cavity is sealed. She then sutures the muscle layers, being careful to align the tissues properly to promote healing. Finally, the skin is closed with either sutures or surgical staples, and a sterile dressing is applied to protect the wound.

Gallbladder Removal

Gallbladder removal follows. The team re-drapes you to expose the upper right quadrant of your abdomen, ensuring a sterile field. The procedure is performed laparoscopically, which means it will involve several small incisions rather than one large one.

The surgeon begins by making several small incisions in your abdomen, typically four. She inserts trocars, which are small, tube-like instruments that provide access points for the laparoscopic instruments. A laparoscope, which is a long, thin tube with a camera and light at the end, is inserted through one of the trocars, giving the surgical team a clear view of your internal organs on a video monitor.

The surgeon carefully maneuvers the laparoscope to locate the gallbladder. Using graspers inserted through another trocar, she lifts and holds the gallbladder in place. Scissors are then used to dissect the tissue around the gallbladder, carefully cutting away the connective tissue that holds it in place.

The cystic duct and cystic artery, which supply bile and blood to the gallbladder, are identified and clipped with clip appliers. These clips ensure that there is no bleeding and that no bile leaks into the abdominal cavity. Once the clips are securely in place, the surgeon uses scissors to cut the duct and artery.

With the gallbladder fully detached, it is placed into a small retrieval bag inserted through one of the trocars. The bag is then carefully pulled out through one of the incisions. The surgical team ensures that the bag remains intact during removal to prevent any spillage of bile.

Throughout the procedure, the suction/irrigation device is used to maintain a clear view and clean operative field. This device irrigates the area with

a sterile solution and suctions away blood and fluids. Once the gallbladder is removed, the surgeon performs a final inspection of the abdominal cavity to ensure there is no residual bleeding or bile leakage.

The incisions are then closed with sutures or surgical glue, and sterile dressings are applied to each site. The surgeon removes the drapes, and you are repositioned for the next procedure.

Prostate Removal and Orchiectomy

Repositioned in the stirrups, the prostate removal and orchiectomy are next. Fresh surgical drapes are applied, covering your lower abdomen and genital area.

The surgeon begins by making an incision below your navel with a scalpel. The incision is deepened carefully through layers of skin, fat, and muscle until the surgeon reaches the abdominal cavity. Retractors are used to hold the incision open, providing a clear view of the surgical field. Hemostats are applied to control any bleeding from cut blood vessels.

Using dissecting scissors and a combination of blunt dissection techniques, the surgeon carefully separates the prostate from surrounding tissues. The nerves and blood vessels that run alongside the prostate are meticulously preserved to maintain functionality. Once the prostate is fully isolated, it is removed and set aside.

Next, the surgeon moves to the orchiectomy. Incisions are made in the scrotum, and the testicles are carefully extracted. The spermatic cords are clamped with hemostats, cut, and then ligated to prevent any bleeding. The testicles are removed, and the incisions are sutured closed with absorbable stitches.

A hormone implant is placed in the cavity left behind by the prostate. This implant will provide a controlled release of hormones necessary for your transition. The surgeon then carefully sutures the incision in the lower abdomen, ensuring that each layer of tissue is properly aligned to promote healing. A catheter is inserted into your urethra to ensure that urine can drain freely as you recover.

The surgical mesh may be used to support the pelvic floor if necessary, depending on the extent of the tissue removal and the individual anatomical needs. The mesh is carefully placed and secured, ensuring it provides the necessary support without causing discomfort.

Facial Feminization Surgery

Finally, facial feminization surgery is performed. The surgeon reshapes your facial features, softening your jawline, reducing the size of your Adam's apple, and altering the shape of your nose and cheekbones.

The procedure begins with the surgeon making incisions with a scalpel along predetermined lines marked on your face. These incisions are strategically placed in natural creases and along the hairline to minimize visible scarring.

To reshape the jawline, the surgeon uses an osteotome and mallet. The osteotome, a chisel-like instrument, is carefully positioned along the jawbone, and the mallet is used to gently tap it, shaving down the bone. This process is repeated in small increments, allowing the surgeon to sculpt the jawline gradually and precisely. The burr drill is then used to smooth and contour the bone, ensuring a natural and feminine appearance.

For the reduction of the Adam's apple, the surgeon makes a small incision in the throat area. The tracheal cartilage is carefully exposed, and a portion is shaved down using a scalpel and specialized instruments. The surgeon takes great care to preserve the surrounding structures while achieving a more feminine contour.

Altering the shape of your nose involves careful dissection and reshaping of the nasal bones and cartilage. The surgeon makes incisions inside the nostrils and along the columella (the tissue between the nostrils). Using a combination of osteotomes, chisels, and a burr drill, the surgeon reshapes the nasal bones and cartilage to create a softer, more refined appearance. The skin is then re-draped over the newly sculpted framework, and the incisions are closed with fine sutures.

To enhance the cheekbones, the surgeon may use implants or fat grafting. For implants, small incisions are made inside the mouth, and the implants are carefully positioned over the cheekbones. If fat grafting is used, fat is harvested from another area of your body, purified, and then injected into the cheeks to add volume and contour.

Each step of the procedure is meticulously planned and executed, with the surgeon constantly checking the results to ensure symmetry and balance. The incisions are closed with fine sutures, and a sterile dressing is applied to protect the surgical sites and promote healing.

Vaginoplasty

The final procedure is vaginoplasty. You are positioned and draped carefully to expose the genital area while maintaining a sterile field. This highly complex surgery involves creating a neovagina, clitoris, and labia from the existing penile and scrotal tissue.

The surgeon begins by marking the surgical site. A midline incision is made along the penile shaft, and the skin is carefully separated from the underlying tissue. The penile skin is then inverted to create the vaginal canal. This involves meticulous dissection to preserve as much tissue as possible.

The urethra is shortened and repositioned to a more anatomically correct location. This requires precise cutting and suturing to ensure proper urinary function post-surgery. The erectile tissue is removed to reduce the risk of complications and to shape the new anatomy.

The surgeon then creates the neovagina by forming a cavity between the rectum and the prostate. The inverted penile skin is carefully inserted into this cavity, and the surgeon ensures it is properly positioned and secured. The neovagina is then lined with the penile skin, and any excess skin is trimmed.

The clitoris is formed from the glans of the penis, preserving the nerve supply to maintain sensation. The surgeon carefully shapes the glans into a clitoral structure and secures it at the top of the vaginal opening. The labia minora and majora are created from the scrotal tissue, which is dissected, trimmed, and reshaped to form the outer and inner lips of the new vulva.

Throughout the procedure, the surgeon uses fine sutures to close incisions and to secure the newly formed structures. The area is irrigated frequently to maintain a clear surgical field and to minimize the risk of infection. Surgical sponges are used to absorb any fluids, and hemostats are applied to control bleeding.

Once the neovagina, clitoris, and labia are formed and positioned correctly, the surgeon performs a final inspection to ensure everything is in place and there are no complications. A vaginal stent is inserted to keep the canal open during the healing process, and a sterile dressing is applied to protect the surgical site.

32-Teeth Transplantation

The following procedure is equally intricate and requires precise coordination. Another man, conscious and terrified, is brought into the OR. He is positioned next to you, and surgical drapes are used to maintain sterile fields around both your mouth and his. The man struggles and pleads, but the medical team remains focused on their task.

The team begins by sedating the other man to prevent excessive movement. The sedative is strong enough to keep him still but not enough to fully anesthetize him. He is aware of the procedure, but his body is unable to respond.

The extraction of his 32 teeth begins with the insertion of a mouth prop to keep his mouth open. The surgeon uses a straight elevator to loosen each tooth, feeling for the give that indicates the ligaments have been disrupted. The dental forceps are then used to grip the crowns of the teeth firmly. With a twisting and pulling motion, the teeth are extracted one by one. The suction device is used continuously to remove saliva and blood, ensuring a clear field.

Once all 32 teeth are extracted from the donor, they are immediately placed in a sterile solution to keep them viable. The donor's mouth is inspected for any remaining fragments, and the sockets are cleaned and sutured closed to promote healing.

The next phase involves the implantation of the extracted teeth into your mouth. The surgeon positions you with your mouth open using a mouth prop. Small incisions are made in your gums to create new sockets for the donor teeth. The teeth are carefully inserted, one by one, ensuring they are properly aligned and secured. Each tooth is anchored using fine sutures and a dental bonding agent to stabilize them in place.

Throughout the procedure, both you and the donor remain under close observation. The surgical team works efficiently, ensuring that the teeth are transplanted quickly to minimize the risk of failure. The donor's teeth are now your own, a complex and unsettling addition to your transformation.

Once the teeth are implanted, your gums are sutured to secure the new teeth. The surgical site is cleaned, and a dental guard is placed to protect the fresh implants. The donor is moved out of the OR, his role in the procedure complete, while you remain to undergo further evaluations and treatments.

Final Preparations

After all the surgeries are completed, the surgical team ensures that all incisions are properly closed and dressings are applied to protect the surgical sites. You are transferred to a recovery room where you are closely monitored as you slowly regain consciousness.

As you wake, the reality of what has been done to you begins to sink in. The pain and discomfort are overwhelming, and you struggle to comprehend the extent of the changes to your body. The medical staff remains professional and detached, their focus now on your recovery and stabilization.

Waking Up

Hours later, you begin to regain consciousness. The transition from oblivion to awareness is gradual and disorienting. The first sensation you register is a dull, pervasive ache that seems to emanate from your entire body. The soft beeping of monitors and the hum of medical equipment fade into your awareness, grounding you in the reality of the hospital room.

As your eyelids flutter open, the harsh fluorescent lighting overhead causes you to squint. Your vision slowly comes into focus, revealing the sterile white walls of the recovery room. You feel groggy, your mind foggy from the anesthesia and the cumulative effects of the extensive surgeries.

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thing you notice is the oxygen mask covering your nose and mouth, delivering cool, steady breaths. You attempt to move, but your body feels heavy and uncooperative, bound by the lingering effects of the anesthesia and the fresh post-operative pain.

A nurse, noticing your stirring, approaches your bedside. Her face is partially obscured by a surgical mask, but her eyes convey a calm, reassuring presence. She gently checks your vitals, her touch practiced and efficient.

"Welcome back," she says softly, her voice soothing. "You're in the recovery room. The surgeries went well. Just try to relax and let your body rest."

Confusion quickly turns to panic as you realize you have no memory of agreeing to any extensive surgeries. You try to speak, but the words come out as muffled protests through the oxygen mask. Your attempts to move are met with sharp pain and the restrictive feel of the compression garments and bandages.

You start to thrash, pulling at the IV lines and trying to rip off the oxygen mask. The nurse steps back, her eyes widening in concern.

"Please, you need to stay calm," she urges, trying to soothe you. "You've had multiple surgeries. Moving around too much could cause complications."

Her words barely register as you continue to struggle, your panic escalating. Another nurse quickly joins, holding your arms gently but firmly to prevent you from causing harm to yourself.

"I didn't agree to this! What did you do to me?" you manage to shout, your voice hoarse and filled with fear.

The nurses exchange worried glances before one of them speaks. "We need to call the doctor. Hold on."

Moments later, a doctor enters the room. She looks composed and serious, her expression one of professional concern. "Please, try to calm down. You're in a safe place, and we're here to help you."

"Help me? I didn't agree to any of this!" you shout again, your voice shaking. "What did you do to me?"

The doctor steps closer, her tone calm and authoritative. "You've undergone several surgeries. I know this is a shock, but we need you to stay still and let us explain."

"Why? I didn't consent to any of this!"

Dr. Patel takes a deep breath. "We understand that you have no memory of consenting. You were selected for a comprehensive medical trial, and we have documents indicating your agreement."

"No!" you shout, your panic rising again. "I never agreed to this! Let me go!"

The nurse quickly increases the sedative in your IV again, and you feel your resistance weaken as the drowsiness takes over. "We will discuss this further when you're feeling better," Dr. Patel says. "Right now, your body needs to heal."

As the sedative pulls you back into unconsciousness, you feel a deep sense of betrayal and fear. You’re left alone with your thoughts, wondering how you ended up in this situation and what will happen next.

Subsequent Awakenings

The next time you wake, it’s in small increments. You’re more alert each time, but with that alertness comes the realization of the changes to your body. The pain is still there, a constant reminder of what has been done.

A different nurse, this time a man with a kind but professional demeanor, is checking your vitals. "You’re awake," he observes. "How are you feeling? Any pain or discomfort?"

"All of it," you mutter, trying to shift without causing too much pain. "I need to know… why."

"Let’s get you comfortable first," the nurse says, adjusting the bed so you’re in a more upright position. "Dr. Patel will be in shortly to discuss everything with you."

This time, when Dr. Patel enters, she’s accompanied by a psychiatrist. "This is Dr. Williams," she introduces. "We’re here to help you process everything."

"I just want answers," you say, exhaustion in your voice. "I didn’t agree to this."

Dr. Williams steps forward. "We understand how disorienting this must be. Our records show you were a part of a trial, but it’s clear there’s been a severe misunderstanding."

"A misunderstanding?" you echo, incredulous. "You’ve changed everything about me!"

Dr. Patel and Dr. Williams exchange a look before Dr. Williams speaks again. "For now, let’s focus on your recovery. We’ll work on finding out exactly how this happened and ensure it doesn’t happen to anyone else."

Their words offer little comfort as you lay back, feeling a mix of anger, confusion, and helplessness. The road ahead is uncertain, but for now, you focus on the small victories of recovery, each one bringing you closer to understanding the full scope of what has happened and reclaiming some control over your life.

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nuttcream · 8 months ago

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A RIDE IN THE CAR

Being out in the middle of nowhere made it more exciting. When he leaned forward and took my hard rod in his mouth, I almost passed out. His hot moist lips easily encircled my shaft, and I shuddered when he swallowed up the entire length of my cock into his steaming mouth.

I had heard of the word ecstasy before, but now I was experiencing it for the first time. His sucking was so good; I couldn't help but shoot my jizz into his mouth in a matter of seconds. I felt bad about cumming so fast, but Ken didn't seem to mind. He was only just beginning.

Ken pulled my legs toward him, and pushed them back against my chest in the back seat of his car. I looked down, and he had that blissful look in his eyes again. He told me to hold my legs tight, and slid his hands down around both cheeks of my ass.

“I love your cock,” he murmured, as he rolled the tip of my slick foreskin between his fingers.

“I wouldn’t mind half of yours,” I joked.

He got between my legs and sucked on my thickening scrotum, the balls aching for release. Then, he slid his tongue deep under my sac and blew a stream of hot air through his gently parted lips as he slid up my twitching shaft. He grasped my rod, pulled the foreskin tightly over the head and drove his tongue inside, swirling all over my glans. It was heaven. Suddenly, he skinned me back and buried my throbbing knob deep into his throat.

I groaned, “I’m gonna shoot,” and he quickly pulled off, whispering "not yet, not yet" and began to kiss me, stroking my hair, brushing his moist hot lips over my eyes and down over my chin, finally tonguing my neck. I drew my legs up and his hot fingers found my ass and he entered me, probing gently until I relaxed enough for him to insert three fingers through my straining ring. He deftly finger fucked me, slowly pulling all the way out and then circling my hole with just enough pressure to make streams of precum ooze down my shaft.

He reached into the canvas bag and pulled out a tube of lube. He squeezed out a copious amount and spread it over his cock head. He placed my hand on his cock and said, “Rub it in and down to my balls. Then do it again. We’re gonna need lots.”

As I lubed up his veiny cock, he took the tube and carefully inserted the nozzle into my ass. As he shot the cold liquid in, I shuddered, the without another word he lay on his back and motioned me to squat over his belly.

“Hold my shoulders,” he said and as I leant forward, he gripped my hips and lowered me onto his engorged knob. He didn’t need to steady it as it was rigid, moving only slightly with each heartbeat. I felt the cold lubed head probe my anxious hole, and then he was in. To my surprise it didn’t hurt. There was intense pressure in the anal ring and then he slipped deep inside me without a pause. I moaned, not from any pain, but from the sheer ecstasy of being filled. My ass couldn’t get enough. The further he shoved in, the more I craved.

“Harder,” I gasped. “Fucking fuck me!”

I had now taken in all of massive tool and was sitting flush with his pubes. That alone took me almost to the point of cumming. He sensed it, paused, then began a slow in and out motion. My hips were still in his grasp and he started to rotate me in circles while raising me up and down as he gyrated his own pelvis gently below me. In my mind I could see my ring, no longer wrinkled but stretched shiny tight, gripping his shaft and lovingly squeezing his shaft, milking the torrid juices from his balls into my gut.

He began to stroke faster and stopped the rhythmical up and down motion of my hips. His thick cock was traveling from its base to just under his knob. He made sure his flared corona just lodged in my sphincter, then he stayed there just long enough for every fiber in my being to scream, “fuck me” and then he slowly penetrated all of me again until he was in to the hilt. In my mind’s eye, I could imagine each ropey vein being compressed, the lips of my hungry hole sucking on his pole and massaging the smooth golden skin, until I had eaten him to the base of his cock and could feel the hot curly hairs of his pubes flatten against my gluteal mounds and tickle the opening of my stretched chute.

Slowly he raised his knees, so that I was able to lean towards his mouth. As I kissed him, I raised myself up and braced myself against Ken’s thighs and as I continued to ride Ken’s gyrating cock. Ken began to grunt and moan louder and his pace picked up. I rode up and down his cock in time with his thrusting pelvis.

Ken let out a rumbling groan and thrust me heavenward, as his hand gripped firmly into my ass-cheek, and forcing me down onto his gushing pole. I felt the eddies of hot cream swirling inside me as my own dam burst and flooded the space between us with fiery spunk of cum all over Ken’s belly.

It seemed like ages before the shuddering spasms settled and the remaining drops of semen drooled from our tools. Finally, we disengaged and flopped onto the mess that was once the front seat. We languished for a while in a tangled heap, happy to have shot our best and reveling in the passage of coming back to reality and just being with each other.

My trip back into town was going to be boring in comparison.

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siiinfully · 4 months ago

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starter for @night-stalker-joe’s w.esker from a.da

News of the Raccoon C.ity incident were plastered all over the newspapers and televisions by the time she got home. The survival rate was inaccurate: there were far less than what the media was led to believe. However, she wasn’t too concerned with what the public thought of that event. For Ada, it was just another job done, and the virus sample she’d retrieved was safely in the steel briefcase, foam inserts keeping it in place.

She strolled out of the bathroom, a red bathrobe wrapped around her form, and a similar towel around her head to dry her hair. Ada removed the latter to further squeeze the water out of her hair as she wandered over the bed…only to swiftly reach under her pillow and retrieve the gun she always kept there. The nozzle was aimed at one of the dark spots in her room, the safety clicking off. “…I thought the meeting was tomorrow,” she said coolly, her hand raised and steady, and her finger curled over the trigger.

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foodshowxyz · 9 months ago

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Fantasy Berry Meringue Layer Cake

Ingredients:

For the Cake Layers:

300 grams of all-purpose flour

300 grams of granulated sugar

1 teaspoon of baking powder

1/2 teaspoon of baking soda

A pinch of salt

4 large eggs

240 ml of buttermilk

120 ml of vegetable oil

2 teaspoons of vanilla extract

Food coloring in violet, blue, and pink

For the Meringue:

4 large egg whites

200 grams of caster sugar

1 teaspoon of cornstarch

1 teaspoon of white vinegar

1 teaspoon of vanilla extract

For the Whipped Cream Frosting:

500 ml of heavy cream

50 grams of powdered sugar

1 teaspoon of vanilla extract

For the Garnish:

Fresh strawberries, halved

Fresh blueberries

Fresh raspberries

Edible gold leaf (optional)

Edible pearls or colored sprinkles

Instructions:

1. Make the Cake Layers:

Preheat your oven to 175°C (347°F). Grease and line three 20 cm (8 inch) cake pans.

In a large bowl, whisk together the flour, sugar, baking powder, baking soda, and salt.

In another bowl, beat the eggs, buttermilk, oil, and vanilla extract until well combined.

Gradually add the wet ingredients to the dry ingredients, mixing until just combined.

Divide the batter into three bowls. Color each one with a different food coloring.

Pour the batter into the prepared pans and bake for 25-30 minutes, or until a toothpick inserted into the center comes out clean.

Let the cakes cool in the pans for 10 minutes, then transfer to a wire rack to cool completely.

2. Prepare the Meringue:

Whisk the egg whites until soft peaks form.

Gradually add the sugar, cornstarch, vinegar, and vanilla extract, and continue to whisk until stiff peaks form.

Transfer the meringue into a piping bag fitted with a large star nozzle.

3. Make the Whipped Cream Frosting:

Whip the heavy cream with powdered sugar and vanilla extract until stiff peaks form.

Keep the frosting chilled until you're ready to assemble the cake.

4. Assemble the Cake:

Place one cake layer on a serving plate and spread a layer of whipped cream frosting over it.

Top with the second cake layer and spread another layer of whipped cream.

Add the final cake layer and cover the entire cake with a thin layer of whipped cream, smoothing it out. This is your crumb coat.

Chill the cake in the refrigerator for 30 minutes.

5. Decorate the Cake:

After chilling, cover the cake with another layer of whipped cream frosting, creating a smooth surface or swirling texture as you prefer.

Pipe meringue peaks on the top of the cake.

Garnish the cake with fresh berries, edible pearls, and gold leaf if using.

6. Final Touches:

Use a culinary torch to lightly toast the meringue peaks until golden.

Drizzle some melted white chocolate or a fruit coulis over the meringue and berries for extra decadence.

7. Serve:

Let the cake set in the fridge for at least an hour before serving.

Slice and enjoy your Fantasy Berry Meringue Layer Cake!

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makenica1 · 2 years ago

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#3d printing bangalore #inserts #nozzle #3D Printing

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mungo-grubb · 9 months ago

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Nathan’s Sweet European Vacation Part II

Eager to get started, Nathan looked at the instructions for filling doughnuts. The process seemed simple enough. Just insert the nozzle, squeeze for a few seconds as the doughnut inflates, and wait for the cream to poke out of the hole.

Nathan pulled over a tray of doughnuts from one of the stacks near him. Gazing at the tray with hunger in his eyes, said, “I should have a couple to satisfy my appetite first before getting to work”.

Nathan picked one up and held it in his large palm. His hand, while perfect for playing water polo, made the pastry look almost snack-sized. As he cupped the warm soft fried bread in his hand, he glanced over at the fillings to see which one he should try first.

“I think I will try the raspberry jelly first,” as he inserted the piping tube into the doughnut and squeezed it. The jelly quickly flowed. It rapidly filled the doughnut to the point where it started to ooze out of the insertion point and began to run down Nathan’s palm.

Quick to act, Nathan then ran his tongue up his hand to capture the escaping jelly. Then, in one fluid motion, he popped the doughnut into his mouth. It took only a moment, but as Nathan started to chew into the soft pillowy doughnut, his taste buds began to dance in ecstasy. The smell, taste, and texture flooded the senses into overdrive. The young lad was beyond himself with happiness as he swallowed the first treat.

Overjoyed, Nathan yelled to Gareth through the door, “These are fantastic! The best thing I have eaten yet on my trip.”

Not knowing that no one was there and not waiting for a response, Nathan, pulling his chair closer to the table, rolled up his long sleeves on his black Henley, and turned his sights on the remaining doughnuts in front of him.

Nathan, eager for another bite, swiftly grabbed two doughnuts in his hand and began filling them. Once filled, he popped one in his mouth and placed the other on the empty tray. Happy with himself, he figured that it would be a great way to satisfy his hunger while completing the tasks that Gareth asked him to do.

After about five minutes, Nathan had made his way through three trays of doughnuts. However, only about ten filled doughnuts made it to the finished tray. Assessing his progress, he felt a little guilty about how many he had eaten; still hungry, Nathan continued to eat the pastries as he filled them.

As Nathan ate, the sugar kept his senses dilated and in a constant state of ecstasy and hunger. The kitchen became his world, and his only desire was another pastry.

A trance took him over, happily eating and enjoying everything in sight. The hunger and released dopamine drove him to keep eating. Unbeknownst to him, his body started to reflect the number of calories that he was consuming. Like most incidences of weight gain, it started slowly and in the usual target areas. Luckily, thanks to his big physique, the growth was subtle at first, so he didn’t notice the transformation. Only when he reached across the table, did he feel a slight uncomfortableness around his waist and slight limitations in his range of motion.

In reality, the sugary treats would have had a larger more noticeable impact, had it not been for his high metabolism and years of athletic training. Nevertheless, it was all a matter of time before his mindless consumption caught up to the young man.

It started in his waist, the abs gradually lost definition as his skin began to soften, similar to dough proofing. His newly acquired belly started to creep over his waist, causing his shirt to lift. Slowly at first, the crescent shape of pale flesh began to emerge from under his shirt. As his belly started to free itself, the button on his well-worn blue jeans strained from the pressure from his thickening thighs and more supple cheeks that padded his chair.

Despite the changes, Nathan was still in his trance, and kept eating what he could grab from the table. He chewed, swallowed, and repeated as his hands brought another pastry to his lips. Sucking occasionally straight from the piping bags to quench his thirst. After he exhausted the doughnuts and drained the large jelly piping bag. He then moved on to the cinnamon rolls and its giant white bladder of frosting. The cinnamon rolls were larger than the doughnuts and much denser, which slowed Nathan down a bit, but he barely noticed. His hunger kept him going, and he was in the zone.

As he swallowed, the pastries appeared to just dissolve inside of him. Nothing strained or felt full, he just felt hungry.

The cinnamon rolls only fueled his ever-expanding form. By now, a soft billowy belly had expanded onto his lap. Plump and full of dissolved pastries, gravity slowly took over, spreading his thighs, and pulling his belly downwards further under the table. This caused his belly to slowly force him forward. His once muscular bubble butt continued to inflate to match the pace - filling in his seat with two soft blubbery mounds. As his body swelled between table and chair, his arms, chest, and back took their turn to thicken. Once lean muscular features that aided Nathan during polo matches now look more like a life jacket of soft doughy skin.

No longer the lean swimmer, his framed puffed out to more resembled the stay-puff marshmallow man. His pecs and arms ballooned under the constrained shirt, forcing the seem to slowly pull apart until ripping completely off. His remaining clothes and watch were not far behind, as his waist button finally gave up, with a POP, and flesh sprang from confinement. This left Nathan in nothing but strained cotton blue briefs as his body slowly heaved forward in all directions.

Now that the constraints of clothing were gone, Nathan had more mobility to grab the cooling rack of cookies at the far end of the table. Paying no attention to his current transformation or his surroundings, he sucked all the bladders of the icing dry and pushed the pile of empty trays aside, he continued to eat. He was perfectly content in his gluttony with no intention of stopping.

As his feast of pastries continued, Nathan’s body continued to transform. He became more of a large pale mass, losing more and more definition. His frame no longer fit in the chair, spilling over each of its sides. A clear imprint of the chair in his rear could be seen if there was anyone there to look.

Once dwarfed by the table, now hunched over it, Nathan looks as if he is absorbing it in his expanding mass. His enormous belly finally finds solace as it meets the ground. Nathan’s stomach has slowly taken over much of the space under the high table. As it inched forward to match consumption, it pulled him closer to the table, lifting him further from his chair.

At this point, Nathan had cleared most of the food except for a few remaining trays across the table. Running out of sweets and limited reach, Nathan tried to extend his arms as far as he could and dig his toes into the ground to try and reach his coveted sweets. As he reached forward, the table and chair both creaked with resistance.

Suddenly, his toes slipped out from under him, forcing his momentum forward, knocking over the table and chair. This propelled Nathan up onto his ginormous belly as he rolled forward. Thankfully, the force was just enough to center him. Nathan was stuck resembling a large pale water balloon swaying back and forth on the kitchen floor. His belly covered much of his 6'1 frame, allowing his fattened arms and legs to hug his sides trying to stabilize himself. Dizzy from what had just happened, Nathan slowly tried to orient himself and assess the situation.

He was hungry but all the pastries were out of reach. He felt heavy yet floating at the same time.

His hands began to rub his newly acquired mass, or at least what he could reach. “I feel like a waterbed.” His brain was still a bit foggy, but he knew that this was not right. His skin was soft and doughy, pinching it to make sure it was him. “Oh No – it’s me!”

“Fuck, No!”

Nathan then felt a warm breeze across his rear, drawing his attention to the fact that he was stranded on his belly, completely naked.

“No, no, no, no…”

He felt the weight of his moobs as they hung low towards the ground. His swollen neck kept his face fixed in a forward position.

Naked, stuck, and absolutely panicking, Nathan finally remembered the baker.

“What time is it, and how long has he been gone? Did he hear the table and chair commotion?”

“What is happening?”

“Fuck, what am I going to do?”

“I am a blimp!”

The time in the kitchen passed, without a clock or his watch, Nathan had no idea how long he waited.

What seemed to be an eternity, he finally heard the front door close. A familiar voice was heard through the door, "Hello, Nathan?"

Gareth was back. Nathan tried to yell through his fattened cheeks, “Help! Help! Help!”

Unable to make any significant movement, Nathan’s eyes darted towards the door.

Gareth unlocked the door, turned the knob, and slowly opened the door to his kitchen.

Gareth stopped and smiled. Standing in his kitchen doorway, he soaked up the sight of what was before him. “Well…Hello Nathan, I see you enjoyed my pastries.”

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heliopauseentertainments · 1 year ago

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Could I please request some fluffy MegaRod with Rodimus painting patterns on Megatron's sensor panels? Like, filling in the gold oe something.

Sure, anon, here you go. Title: An Act Of Trust

Continuity: IDW1

Rating: Teen

Relationship: Rodimus/Megatron

Characters: Megatron & Rodimus

Warnings: Suggestive comments

Summary: In which Rodimus wants to be sure he’s not overstepping Megatron’s boundaries.

Crossposting: AO3 | Dreamwidth Fic under cut. See AO3 for complete notes.

“You’re being an awfully good sport about this,” Rodimus said, changing out the nozzle on the airbrush. A smaller one would be necessary for the delicate “canvas” he had to work with. “I was sure you’d say ‘no’ or something.”

Megatron huffed, but didn’t actually say anything in response. He just continued to sit there on the stool, his helmet upturned in his hands. Delicate sensory panels lay back against his cranium.

Rodimus had seen them before, but really only in the washracks where removing the helmet was necessary for hygiene. Not that it was strange. That was one of the only times Rodimus removed his own headgear. Grime did not care whether armor was considered part of his body or a hat.

It was not a hat. Megatron’s helmet was a hat.

They were not the same.

After checking that the gold paint canister was inserted correctly, Rodimus leaned up on his toes to get a good look at where he might want to put it on those panels.

They always looked like an excellent home for some personal decoration and if Megatron didn’t want anyone to see, he could just put his helmet back on. It wouldn’t be a problem.

But the covered portions of a mech’s head were… private.

“You can always back out,” Rodimus said, waving the airbrush over one of the panels in practice strokes. “It’s asking a lot.”

“Rodimus, we’ve been interfacing for years.”

Yes, they had, and it was fun.

“That’s not the same as letting me touch your head without your armor on.”

Depressing the button on the airbrush, Rodimus scrunched up his face in concentration as he guided the gold paint across the panel, creating artful swirls that accentuated the natural patterning of the sensory components. The gold glittered against the otherwise plain gray metal.

All the while, he placed his unoccupied hand on Megatron’s shoulder, wanting to reassure his companion that this was safe. He wasn’t going to take advantage of Megatron’s vulnerability.

However, Megatron, a devoted malcontent, continued to complain.

“I live in your home and sleep on your berth.”

“Yeah, I know.” Rodimus tsked. “That’s how I knew I could get you alone for this. Obviously.”

It wasn’t that complicated. Why did Megatron always have to make things complicated? Sometimes things could just be.

Rodimus turned off the airbrush, content with his work on this particular panel. Several more to go.

The sensitive panel twitched from the cold paint as it began to dry in the chilly air of their washroom.

“We jointly file taxes,” Megatron added, pliantly allowing his posture to be adjusted as Rodimus pressed against him to better reach the other sensory panels.

“Now you’re just factually wrong there, Megs.” Rodimus tutted patronizingly.

Unfortunately, he wouldn’t be able to quite reach from the ground. A higher position would be necessary to confidently and comfortably continue.

Luckily Megatron had wide shoulders he could just sit on.

Without hesitation, he clambered up the larger’s mech’s back to awkwardly seat himself up high in the narrow gap between Megatron’s neck and gun barrel.

The airbrush’s power cable dangled in ungainly, thick loops over Megatron’s other shoulder and in front of his face as Rodimus got settled.

“No, you file the taxes for me,” Rodimus corrected as he checked the airbrush for any blockages. The last thing he needed was for the paint to spatter and make a mess. A mess was fine usually, but he wanted to do a nice job for the grumpy bastard. “You just also get to file your own taxes at the same time on the same document. Saves time and stuff.”

He didn’t want to deal with the taxes. Taxes sucked. A legal bond just meant he could let Megatron handle it.

“Rodimus, I feel as though you’re overlooking any of the innumerable opportunities where I have shown you both implicit and explicit trust.”

“Yeah, but—“ That wasn’t the same. “You can still—“

“I am aware, yes.” Megatron sighed, Rodimus barely cutting the flow of the paint just in time to avoid catastrophe. The power cable bumped Megatron in the nose in the process. They’d be done here before too long, at least, even if it was entertaining watching his face contort from the haphazard poking. “Just get on with it.”

“What’s the magic word?” Rodimus asked, giving the airbrush a quick shake.

“Please—“

“No, the other one.”

Megatron muttered an unprintable oath before acquiescing.

“Captain.”

Rodimus grinned.

“There we go.”

#megatron #rodimus #megarod #fic #one shot #maccadam #idw1 #mtmte #ask #anonymous

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faketrex · 4 months ago

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For the prompts, would love to see firstprince and:

10) a dingy truck stop after 10 hours on the road

Thank you, friend!!

Thank you for the prompt, Allie! 💝

...

Henry learns how to pump gas at a truck stop outside Billings, Montana, well after sunset. Flying J, the sign says.

"What does the J stand for?"

"Jesus, maybe? Don't quote me on that. Now, listen: my pro tip is to not flip the hose lock thingy on the terminal until after you've put the nozzle in the tank. That way, it can't leak all over your shoes."

"Are you speaking from experience?"

"No comment. Okay, go for it."

Carefully, Henry turns the fuel cap anti-clockwise until it clicks, then tugs it out. He removes the handled nozzle from the pump terminal, inserts it in the tank, and flips up the hose lock.

"Perfect. Now squeeze the handle a few times–there you go, like a champ. I'm so proud of you. A prince of England, pumping his own gas."

"If only my country could see me now."

"Did you know, there used to be two U.S. states where it was illegal to pump your own gas? Laws changed last year, so now there's only one. You've got five minutes to come up with a guess for which state it is." Alex reaches into the car and pulls out his Stetson, plopping it on Henry's head. "There, now you blend in. Don't blow yourself up."

With Alex inside the building, the truck stop is empty of voices, but still loud. Only a few hours earlier, they'd gotten out of the car to stretch their legs and Henry had been able to hear a cacophony of summer insects. Now, the sound of lorries–semi trailers–crunching through the car park and whizzing by on the road masks any signs of nature.

As if that weren't enough–as if someone at this truck stop couched between train tracks and a highway truly needed more auditory stimuli–there's tinny music piping through speakers in the metal canopy above the pumps. It's familiar, but just fuzzy enough that he can't quite pick out the melody amongst the competing noises.

The terminal chimes. Henry reaches over to flip the lock back down into place, going through the motions in reverse. First the hose lock, then the nozzle, then turn the gas cap until it click-clicks. Finally, he closes the fuel door and brushes his hands on his thighs.

"All good?" As he rounds the front of a truck, Alex looks Henry over like he's half expecting to find Cakegate part two, version Unleaded 88. "Did you figure out which state won't let you guzzle your own gas?"

"No cause for concern. But–" Henry pulls off the hat and settles it back on Alex's head. "I'm afraid you're going to have to tell me yet another story about your country's history of inconsistent state-level legislation."

"Sweet," Alex says, grinning. "That's kind of my specialty."

It's Hall and Oates, Henry realizes, as the chorus comes on just as he's climbing back into the car. You make my dreams come true. He's familiar with the feeling.

#faketrex writes #setting prompts #they're on their way to Calgary for the Stampede actually #in case you're wondering #fandom: intro to international relations #firstprince fic #fic: listen to this

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pigfriends · 3 months ago

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im so hopelessly into balls and that ball insertion(?) slug(?) thing is driving me a little crazy, i want to know what else you want some balls filled with

im glad you liked it 🥰 i'm always a big fan of balls i feel like they're a bit underutilized... but oh i think you could fill them up with anything... there's always a thread of beads, of course, each tiny little ball forced down that little hole, that long skinny tube inside you being forced open one by one by one, plugging you up. and we'll pull them out again, too, see the way your dick gapes open, and after enough runs we can even size up. lets see how much we can stretch them.

or we could put a thin little tube in there, hook that up to a funnel or hose and you could force basically any liquid down there. nice cool water, maybe, or something fizzy like a soda - it'd bubble up a little bit with every shake of your engorged sack if i teased it, just to see the pressure building up in there. or we could pour something thick and heavy, some kind of milk or cream, really fill em up until they're so, so unbearably heavy, to heavy to lift, still sloshing with every move.

i'm sure you could fit a tire pump nozzle in there, could be cute to blow them up like balloons until they're nice and taut and sore, they'd be so sensitive and so much fun to play with. i'm sure ypu could do the same with helium... how much do you think it'd take for them to float a little bit?

and of course, the classic is to take that poor stretched open dickhole and shove another cock in it, pump those balls full of hot, thick cum. and it'd feel so fucking good, you couldn't help but orgasm, your body struggling to push its own seed around the thick cock filling yours. it'd be so cute to watch the little dribbles spilling out when they pull out, your cock gaped open and weeping, your balls getting more and more swollen with every load. how many people do you think can fill you before it gets to be too much?

there's just too mamy possibilities to count, really.

#tik talk

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mychlapci · 3 months ago

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https://www.tumblr.com/mychlapci/765243169932705792/tarantulas-carrying-his-and-prowls-tiny-spider

Sexualising this by making the spiderbabies nurse from the back. Prowl or Tarantulas either have to open gaps in their armour for the babies to nibble and suckle from their energon lines, or they have to insert little silver nozzles that look like piercings through the plating. Itty bitty spiderlings getting sippies while riding around on mommy and daddy's backs... I bet it's especially tingly for Prowl, esp when they nibble on his doorwings. Tarantulas should mass shift and join the babies in suckling on Prowl's blood-🔌

ohoho,,,, very inchresting, very nasty. Prowl can probably never really get used to the feeling of his spider babies clinging to his back and siphoning at his energon...

#valveplug #pregnancy mention #i feel like this should get tagged something specific but idk what #eggpreg #scheduled

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queen-of-writing-bad-things · 1 year ago

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Henry Danger Reader Insert | Captain Man x Reader: SEASON 1

Episode 6: Substitute Teacher

~Junk-N-Stuff~

"Oh, yes. You are a nice thing." Gooch cooed as he stroked the top of his new machine. In fact, he loved it so much, he wanted to show it off to more people, so he decided to alert everyone down in the Man Cave that something was wrong.

"Gooch! What happened?" Ray and (y/n) came running from the back, heavily panting. They had rushed upstairs together, thinking that Gooch was in terrible danger.

"Why did you send us an emergency signal?" (y/n) said breathlessly, her chest still heaving. She hadn't run like that since college.

"Look. That's a garbage juicer." Gooch showed them, a proud look on his face, but Ray and the woman next to him just stared back in disbelief.

"A garbage juicer?" Ray couldn't believe it. (y/n) rested her arm on his shoulder, her breathing coming back down.

"It juices garbage," Gooch explained, even though its name was self-explanatory.

"Gooch, we were busy downstairs looking for criminals." Ray chastised him, but the Indian man still gave them a demonstration.

"Watch. I just dump the garbage into the thingy." Gooch said as he emptied a load of trash into the top of the machine, the smell making (y/n) gag.

"Gooch..." She tried to tell him that they were busy, but the storekeeper wouldn't listen.

"Now, observe." Gooch pressed the button and put a glass underneath the nozzle of the machine. It whirred to life and started to liquefy the garbage. A greyish-brown juice started to fill the glass cup and the smell was revolting. The two watching the process stepped back in repulsion.

"You see? The garbage is gone. It's all in the juice." Gooch seemed pretty impressed, but the woman in front of him had started to turn green.

"I think I'm gonna puke." She looked away into Ray's shoulder and he curled a protective arm around her.

"Can we go back downstairs now?" He asked to which Gooch just looked down, giving him a silent answer. He grabbed (y/n)'s hand and started to lead her away from the juice before she could throw up.

"Ray! We gotta talk to you!" Henry burst through the shop door, Charlotte in tow.

"This is important." The girl added in, they walked towards the retreating pair.

"Please, I will be sick." (y/n) moaned at the man holding her hand, using the other one to hold her mouth.

"There's a creepy new kid at our school." Henry started to tell Ray.

"Ugh, can we talk about it downstairs? Gooch's juice smells and I think (y/n)'s about to barf." Ray complained, grimacing at the juice that was still on the counter.

"Okay." The kids agreed, following their bosses downstairs, leaving Gooch to drink his garbage juice alone.

"Why do think this Ortho kid is up to something?" Ray asked them in the elevator as the door shut.

"Well, he was asking about the school's water supply." Henry said. (y/n) hugged Ray's waist tightly in preparation for what was about to come, hating the trip down in the faulty elevator. His density meant that he didn't really feel the weightless effect as much as anyone else.

"And he wanted to know about the security cameras and--" Charlotte was interrupted by Ray reaching across and pressing the descent button. His arms went around the woman hugging him so they could secure her to his chest.

The elevator dropped with an immediate effect, causing Henry and Charlotte to scream in terror. They wildly moved around the falling machine, but Ray was perfectly fine.

"I wonder why he was asking those things." He tried to say to his companions, but they were too scared to answer. (y/n) buried her face into his chest even further, also feeling like she was about to die.

"Guys? Oh, stop screaming." Ray told the kids, not understanding why they were kicking up such a big fuss.

They landed with a thud, and Ray waddled out the door, (y/n) still clutching his waist. Seeing that they were now safely back in the Man Cave, she let go of Ray and blushed, but thankfully, he didn't see.

"Can't that elevator be adjusted?" Charlotte looked at her.

"I've been asking for years, but he never fixes it." (y/n) told her, playfully glowering at Ray. Despite the bumpy ride down, her stomach didn't feel as queasy anymore, now that the juice was no longer under her nose.

"Why'd you say this Ortho kid is creepy?" Ray asked them again, the eventful trip with the pretty girl's hands around his waist had made his mind hazy.

"Because he says weird stuff. And he's got this crazy psycho look in his eye." Henry said, a small shiver going down his spine at the thought of the weird kid.

"You got a pic?" The superhero asked them, wanting to see this boy.

"Uh... Jasper's twitflash." Charlotte proposed.

"Oh, yeah. Jasper posted a pic of him and Ortho on his Twitflash." Henry said, as (y/n) went over to the supercomputer and loaded everything up.

"Let's have a look then." She said with a smile.

Henry had synced his phone to the computer, so the screen mirrored what was on it and everyone could see. To get the 'Ortho photo', first, he had to go through Jasper's bucket posts, of which there were many.

"Bucket. Bucket. Selfie with bucket. Bucket. Bucket." Ray and (y/n) looked at each other, sharing the same thought.

"Kid has bucket problem." She said to him.

"Yep, he sure does." Ray giggled with her.

"Ah. That's Ortho right there." Henry exclaimed, finally scrolling to the right picture. Ray walked to the computer chair and sat down, pulling (y/n) along with him so she could settle in his lap. It was a position they often adopted when alone. However, the fact that there were other people in the room at that moment flustered the woman, so she busied herself by playing with her sleeve.

"Well, he's definitely a boy." Ray said, which made the girl on his knee roll her eyes.

"You should've called yourself Captain Obvious." She sassed, staring at the Ortho kid in the picture. She could swear he looked familiar, but she couldn't quite place it.

"A boy that's up to no good." Charlotte quipped, not trusting the new boy.

"Oh, give him a break." Ray said, confusing the kids. They thought he would agree with them that Ortho was some criminal mastermind.

"What?" They both cried out.

"Yeah, the kid's new to your school, he's probably just a little awkward. Let's not make mumps out of marshmallows." (y/n) reasoned with Ray, despite the voice in her head telling her otherwise.

"He also threatened you." Henry deadpanned Ray, making him jump up. (y/n) fell out of his lap and tumbled to the floor. She looked up at Ray, who didn't notice her deathly glare.

"Me? What'd that little marsh mump say?" He growled.

"Friend on the floor here." (y/n) waved her hands in the air, prompting Ray to help her up.

"That his father was going to ''take care'' of you" Charlotte recalled, as Ray's hands squeezed his best friend's fingers in anger.

"Oh, did he? Well, we'll just see about..." Ray said, laughing but not from joy. Ortho had made this personal. (y/n) cut off his threat after Charlotte's words bounced around in her head, activating her muscle memory.

"Wait, did you say his father?" She looked to the kids, her brain racing to fit all the puzzle pieces together.

"Yep."

"Sure did." They confirmed and the woman started to snap her fingers at the computer.

"Henry, put that kid's pic back on the monitor and zoom in." She instructed. Once she was looking at the photo again, she covered the kid's face with her hand and looked at Ray.

"Does that hair look familiar to you?" She asked the man, who sat down again in thought.

"Oh my god." He said, realising who she was talking about.

"You guys ever heard of Drill Finger?" He turned to Henry and Charlotte.

"Those little pickles?" Charlotte was mistaken.

"I think those are Dill Fingers." Henry said, and the kids began to joke with each other about pickles.

"No, no, no, this is not about pickles!" (y/n) clicked her fingers to get their attention.

"We're talking about a dentist." Ray said seriously, the adults remembering the last time Captain Man encountered him.

"Named Drill Finger?" Henry queried.

"Yeah." The superhero confirmed.

"Well, he used to be a dentist, but then he turned evil and began a life of crime." (y/n) told the story, Henry and Charlotte leaning closer in curiosity.

"Three years ago, he kidnapped the mayor of Swellview and removed all his teeth." She described, making them shudder.

"That's why he only eats soup." Henry matched up to her story.

"Exactly." She replied.

"And what happened to Drill Finger?" Charlotte asked the adults.

"I captured him and took him to jail. But he was released three weeks ago" Ray divulged, making the four think that the villain was back and out for revenge. (y/n) tapped a few buttons and brought up his mugshot so they could compare it to Ortho.

"That's Drill Finger." Ray told them.

"Does he always wear a mask?" Henry asked, wanting to see his face.

"Yeah, but look at his hair. It's the same as Ortho's." (y/n) pointed out. Ray pressed the camera link button, opening the feed with Junk-N-Stuff, revealing that Gooch was on the phone.

"Hey, I can't talk right now. I"m on the phone with my nephew, Benji. He has the chickenpox." He said, removing the phone from his ear.

"Do you remember when I put Drill Finger in jail?" Ray asked.

"Of course."

"What were his exact words as they took him away?" He questioned, looking thoughtfully at the monitor.

"He said, "As soon as I get out of here, I'm gonna take care of Captain Man."" Gooch answered in a menacing voice.

"That's what I thought." He said, as (y/n) folded her arms behind him.

"Dude, I could've told you that." She said.

"I wanted an independent party." Ray gave her his puppy dog eyes, and like always, they melted her annoyance away.

"Great. I've got to go." Gooch said, and Ray cut off the video and walked across the room in thought.

"So, Ortho is the son of Drill Finger?" Henry theorised.

"I knew it. I knew that boy was evil. I knew it." Charlotte said over and over again and (y/n) was inclined to agree with her. All the facts were pointing one way.

"Yeah, but did you know it?" Henry bantered.

"I did." Charlotte quipped back, feeling good about herself.

"But what are they up to?" Ray asked, the thought of criminals plotting made him uneasy.

"Well, I guess you're not gonna figure it out by wearing a ridiculously loud shirt and stroking your chin." (y/n) sassed him, even though she loved the way the shirt made his arms look huge and even through the bold pattern, she could see the way his back muscles rolled and tensed.

"What do we do?" Charlotte looked to the superhero for ideas.

"We're gonna do a little spying on your new classmate, Ortho." He answered, gesturing to himself and (y/n) who looked at him in surprise.

"What? You're taking me out into the field?" She said, excited at the prospect of spending time with him and getting out of the Man Cave for a change.

"We'll need to find a way into your school, maybe as substitute teachers." He said, the plan forming in his head. (y/n) nodded along, thinking that they just might get away with it.

"We can't just wait until one of our teachers gets sick." Charlotte pointed out, knowing that it could be weeks of waiting.

"We might not have to..." (y/n) thought aloud, stroking her chin as Ray did earlier, everyone copying her actions. Ray looked at her fondly, seeing her devious plan grow in her head.

~Later that day, Swellview High~

Ray, Gooch, Gooch's nephew and (y/n) were sneaking around the corridors of Henry's school. Following the young woman's plan, they needed to find the sidekick's history teacher, Miss Shapen. She was their target and Benji was their key. Ray being Ray, he had insisted that he and Gooch put on disguises to blend in with the students, but in truth, it just made them look plain weird.

"You two look ridiculous." She whispered to them, being dressed in her normal clothes. Ray's 'teenage' sweatshirt, complete with a long gold chain and Gooch's long trenchcoat made the pair stick out like sore thumbs, but they didn't listen to her.

Rounding the corner, they peeked past the lockers and saw Miss Shapen waltz through the main doors, minding her own business.

"Look, that's one of Henry's teachers, Miss Shapen." Ray said in a hushed tone.

"Just the woman I was looking for." (y/n) smirked.

"Let's do this." Gooch put a fedora on his head and Ray put on some dark sunglasses in a poor attempt to conceal their identities.

"My chickenpox itches." Benji said, scratching at the spots on his back and chest. (y/n) crouched down in front of him.

"Benji, never tell anyone about this. There's ice cream in it for you afterwards." She said, looking both ways, before signalling for them to move once the teacher was in position.

"Move, move, move!" She said, and the three scrambled. Gooch seized Miss Shapen by the arms restraining her movements, as Ray lifted Benji by his arms and started rubbing his pox-riddled body over Miss Shapen's face. (y/n) stood guard by the corners, acting as the lookout in case a student or member of staff heard the commotion.

"HEY! Stop! Ahhh, what is going on?!" The teacher screamed, but all the students were in class, so all she could do was struggle against the men.

~The next day~

In Henry's history class, the kids stood around talking and laughing amongst themselves since no teacher had turned up yet. Jasper walked in and tried to get their attention, as he had some exciting news.

"Hey, guys!" He shouted, but no one paid attention.

"HEY, GUYS!" He shouted louder, but still, no one heard him apart from Henry, who paused his conversation with Charlotte and addressed the class for him.

"Hey, guys." This time everyone listened, slightly offending Jasper, but he quickly shrugged it off, as he remembered what he wanted to tell them.

"Principal says Miss Shapen has chickenpox."

All right, free day." Henry said excitedly, and the class cheered with him, but Jasper quickly quelled their enthusiasm.

"No, no, no. No. He said we're getting a substitute." Everyone jeered when he said that, their happy mood dissolving.

"You don't think Ray and (y/n)..." Charlotte eyed Henry suspiciously, but he didn't share her look of misapprehension.

"Nah, he wouldn't--" He was instantly eating his words as Ray burst in with (y/n) behind him. He was wearing a bold-check suit, glasses and had slicked his hair down with one thick curl at the front. Unlike him, (y/n) had chosen a normal disguise, which was just a typical teacher outfit she threw together.

"Hello, children." He said with a strange British accent. The entire class looked at him in confusion, as (y/n) struggled to take him seriously, a smile fighting to grow on her face.

"Everyone, please take your seats." He told them, walking in front of the board. (y/n) smiled at the class, even though the twenty-something pairs of eyes on her made her feel very, very small.

"It seems your regular teacher has caught the pox of a chicken." He spluttered out, his weird behaviour not helping (y/n)'s nerves.

"Nasty red bumpies all over her." He said, the accent making some kids in the back giggle and Henry look back at Charlotte in horror.

"But not to worry, I am your substitute, Mr Gelding." He tried to write his name on the whiteboard, but it wouldn't all fit, so he gave up.

"And this! This is my lovely teaching assistant, Miss Phalange." He said, pointing his arm straight at the young woman a few meters from him. She blushed at the word 'lovely', but waved at the class and greeted them.

"Hello everyone." At least the class weren't laughing at her. Henry could deal with (y/n) being the teacher; she actually looked like one, but Ray was being too weird. He got up and went to talk to him at the front of the class.

"Ray, are you kidding me?" He hissed, trying to keep his voice down.

"Shhh, I know what I'm doing." He whispered back.

"This is not going to work." Henry squeaked, as (y/n) eyed them in panic. The class were getting creeped out.

"It might work if you..." Ray muttered.

"You look ridiculous, at least (y/n) looks like a teacher." The teen tried to talk some sense into him.

"..just sit down."

"Can you talk to me about this?" Henry tried to reason.

"No, I can't talk to you about this. Now sit down and trust me." Ray seethed, wanting to get on with the lesson.

"You two are causing a scene." (y/n) ridiculed them, grabbing their ears sharply so they'd break apart.

"SIT DOWN BOY!" Ray scolded Henry, making the boy retreat to his desk.

"Yes, Mr Gelding." He complied, wobbling back to his seat.

"Okay class, let's take a roll call." (y/n) swallowed, as Ray rested on the teacher's desk. He grabbed his PearPad and looked at the list of names.

"We'll start with first names that begin with "O"." He said, wanting to single out Ortho.

"My name is Oliver." One of the bug-eating boys raised his hand.

"Shut up, Oliver," Ray said harshly, not really caring about the other students.

"Where's, uh, where's Ortho?" He said, looking around at the kid's face. Tentatively, the ginger-haired boy raised his hand, declaring his presence.

"Hello, Ortho," Ray said in a strange, ominous voice. (y/n) crept up behind him and stood and her tiptoes, getting as close as she could to the tall man's ear.

"You're being weird again." She whispered, and he moved back to the board so he could muddle his way through teaching.

"Now then class, who can tell me about the isosceles triangle?" He asked the class, making (y/n) facepalm. 'I told him not to be weird.' She groaned in her mind.

"Sir? This is a history class." Jasper pointed out.

"Who can tell me about the history of the isosceles triangle?" Ray changed the question, the directed it at Ortho.

"Ortho, what do you know?" He stared at the boy, who squirmed in his seat.

"Um--I...I--I'm new." He stuttered, trying to hint that, he had no idea what was happening.

"Excuse me, Mr Gelding. Can I please talk to you outside in the hall?" Henry interrupted, standing from his chair.

"I'm in the middle of a lesson," Ray replied, wanting Henry to trust him.

"I have a question about my personal hygiene." Henry said in a loud and uncaring voice, forcing Ray to listen to him.

"To the hall, we go. Miss Phalange, take over." He said, trudging towards the door, (y/n) shrinking into herself at the thought of teaching alone.

"Hey, I have lots of questions about my hygiene." Jasper shouted at 'Mr Gelding' who just looked at him in disgust.

"Okayyyy class, who can tell me about..." (y/n) looked around the class and saw Charlotte pointing at her open book, which she had lifted so the older woman could see its contents. She quickly looked over the page and caught up on what they were studying.

"...The Colombian War of Independence?" Several hands went up, and she picked some students at random, feeling calmer now she had clever Charlotte to help her out.

~Meanwhile, in the hall~

"What are you doing? Why are you and (y/n) in my school?" Henry reproached his boss as soon as the door was closed.

"We're spying on Ortho." He said in the weird English voice, annoying Henry further.

"Will you stop with the accent?" Henry commented.

"We're spying on Ortho." Ray repeated, this time using his normal American drawl.

"Well, what'd you do with our regular teacher?" He asked, wondering what had happened to Miss Shapen.

"We gave her a disease." Ray revealed contritely.

"Oh my god." Henry looked away to the wall, not believing what he was hearing.

"Just chickenpox." Ray protested.

"That's the worst kind of pox." The teen whisper-yelled back.

"What about tuna pox?" The superhero tried to catch him out, but it didn't work.

"There's no such thing as tuna pox. You just like getting out of the Man Cave with your girlfriend." Henry couldn't help the words that fell from his lips.

"Okay, she's not my girlfriend, so just leave it. And, you and Charlotte were the ones that said Ortho's up to no good." Ray reminded him, getting defensive at the mention of (y/n) in that context.

"We already know his dad's Drill Finger. Now we just need to figure out what they're planning." Ray said, checking the window to see how the class was doing.

To his surprise, the classroom door opened and (y/n) stepped out into the hall, closing the door behind her.

"What's taking so long? The bucket kid keeps asking me questions about his personal hygiene." She looked between them, wondering why Ray's ears were pink.

"So?" Henry didn't understand the problem, normally (y/n) was so supportive and helpful with problems.

"So, you both better get back in there before I tell him things he does not wanna know." She threatened with a finger pointing to both of them. Turning around, she marched back into the class. Ray's eyes followed her until she was out of sight and then he looked at Henry again.

"Okay, you clear on the plan?" He asked him.

"No!" Henry cried since there was no plan.

"Let's go," Ray said, walking back in, Henry on his heels.

"I just wanna know if I should use different soaps for different parts of me." Jasper was asking (y/n). Charlotte looked at him like he had grown another head.

"Boy, no more questions for Miss Phalange. Now, history is filled with stories of evil, nasty people. Who can name some?" Ray questioned the class, actually being a semi-competent teacher.

"Oooh, Gengis Khan." Jasper suggested and Ray accepted his answer.

"Voldemort." Oliver Pook suggested, which Ray also agreed with, even though (y/n) knew he was a fictional character from Harry Potter.

"Big Bird?" Charlotte shouted out, making (y/n) furrow her eyebrows at the suggestion.

"Absolutely. Now... who can name some other evil people? Ortho?" Ray targeted the boy again. 'Captain Subtle strikes again.' The helper inwardly monologued.

"Um..." The boy stuttered, not knowing what to say.

"Oh, think Ortho. Surely you must know someone with evil intentions." Ray pressured him, speaking in a hard voice.

"Like oh, I don't know? Someone trying to sabotage this school?" (y/n) interjected, trying to keep up her teacher façade.

"Yeah, Ortho." Charlotte agreed, she and Henry turning around in their seats so they could glare at the kid.

"I--I don't understand." He looked up at Ray in confusion.

"What are your plans?" Ray leaned on his desk and leant in closer to the boy, trying to intimidate him.

"Um, after class, I plan to eat a turkey wrap." He offered, not knowing what else to say.

"Aha!" Charlotte pointed at it, thinking it was part of some evil plan. Ray grabbed the bag and shredded it so all the contents could out. Grabbing Ortho's lunch, he chucked it over his back to Henry.

"You, student, examine Ortho's turkey wrap." Henry opened the lunch bag and tore the wrap apart to see if anything was inside.

"What is going on?" Jasper was so confused, as was the rest of the class.

"Wrap's clean." Henry reported, the filling falling on the floor. Ray walked to the front of the class again.

"Now, students to really know history, we must first learn your history." The superhero decided to switch tactics.

"So, tomorrow, it's Bring Your Father To Class Day." (y/n) butted in, but Ray liked her plan even more than his own so he went along with it.

"All our fathers?" Jasper asked innocently.

"No, let's just start with one father." Of course, they didn't need a class full of fathers. Just one in particular.

"My father lives in our basement." Oliver Pook mentioned.

"Put your hands over your face." 'Mr Gelding' directed him, that way he wouldn't have to speak with him.

"Ortho. You bring your father to class tomorrow." Ray looked at the ginger boy.

"O--okay." He agreed, still feeling uncomfortable with the situation.

"Look, I put your wrap back together." Jasper passed it to him, whilst Oliver Pook spoke again.

"I can't breathe." With all the weird kids in class, it made (y/n) feel grateful that she was a superhero's helper, not a teacher.

"Okay, class dismissed.' Ray said, grabbing (y/n)'s hand and pulling her out of the class since their work was done.

~The next day~

'Mr Gelding' and 'Miss Phalange' were back into the class the next morning. Despite changing his clothes to a thick, blue jumper and grey slacks, Ray still looked absurd as the hair and glasses were still the same. (y/n) had chosen another simple, yet believable disguise and it seemed that the class genuinely liked her.

Beginning the class, Ray glared at Ortho, wondering where his father was.

"Alright lads and loonies, rumps in chairs." He still had his weird accent. As the class sat down, a ginger-hair man in glasses walked through the door, obviously being Ortho's father.

"Hello. Is this... Oh, hi, Ortho." The man greeted his son and Ray looked at the new man. (y/n) wasn't sure about his identity though. He didn't seem to be an evil mastermind, just a mild-mannered father.

"Hello, father." Ortho replied, making Henry look back at Charlotte.

"Well, if it isn't Ortho's daddy," Ray said, forgetting to do his voice.

"Accent." (y/n) coughed as she walked past her friend, reaching over to shake Ortho's father's hand.

"If it isn't Ortho's daddy." He corrected, not liking how friendly (y/n) was being with the suspected criminal.

"Yeah, sorry I'm a little late. I had some things to do." He smiled, shaking (y/n)'s hand with a firm grip.

"What kind of things?" Henry questioned him.

"Yeah, what things?" Charlotte added in.

"Just some work stuff. So I was told it's bring 'Your Father to Class Day'." Ortho's father asked the teachers.

"Yeah, that's right." (y/n) nodded at him with a genial expression.

"Okay...So, now what?" The man seemed confused.

"Maybe you could tell the children about the type of work you do and--" Ray slowly walked towards the man, putting himself between him and his helper. Once he was close enough, he sneaked his laser control from his pocket and fired a shot at Ortho's father, making him fall unconscious to the floor. (y/n) gasped along with the rest of the room, whilst Ray pretended to be innocent.

"Father!" Ortho cried out.

"Oh, bad luck. It appears that Ortho's father is having a medical episode." Ray told the class, but Ortho was too upset.

"No, I think you did something to him." The boy said, getting up from his seat and accusing Ray.

"Mr Gelding would never--" (y/n) tried to protect Ray, but Ortho still wasn't listening.

"I'm calling my mom and you'll be in big trouble." Henry used his whiz watch to shoot a laser at Ortho before he could tell anyone what had happened. The boy fell to the floor like his father.

"Uh-oh. There goes Ortho." Henry said in mock surprise.

"Oh no, the condition must be genetic." (y/n) lied.

"We should take them to the school nurse," Charlotte suggested and Ray quickly agreed.

"Good idea, let's hurry up, shall we?" Ray went to grab the father and Henry and Charlotte started to drag Ortho out by his feet. Surprising (y/n) with his strength, Ray lifted the man over his shoulder and hurried out of the classroom.

"Class, read page 22." (y/n) said, before closing the door and ushering them all out of the school.

~The Man Cave~

Ray had put Ortho and his father in restraints, and now they were struggling to free themselves in the Man Cave.

"Where are we?" Ortho asked.

"I don't know, son." His father replied, tugging at the chains around his wrists. The door to the room behind the supercomputer opened and Henry and Ray stepped out in their superhero costumes, Charlotte and (y/n) in tow.

"Well, well, well." The superheroes said in turn, folding their arms and walking towards the father and son.

"Well," Henry added on the end.

"We only do three 'wells'" Ray told him, not wanting to look uncool in front of their prisoners.

"So, mister. Are you ready to admit that you're Drill Finger?" Charlotte stepped around the two and interrogated them.

"What?"

"Who's Drill Finger?" They both asked in confusion.

"You know you're Drill Finger." Charlotte pressed, wanting them to squeal the truth.

"You're a psychotic, evil dentist." Captain Man pointed at Ortho's father, who just looked pale and frightened.

"And now, it's your turn to get drilled." Henry tried to sass, but it fell flat.

"What's that mean?" (y/n) leaned down and said in his ear.

"I don't know, man." The teen wished he'd never said it.

"I'm not a dentist. I don't even floss." The chained man revealed as the alarm went off. (y/n) ran over to the computer, and opened the camera link to see what Gooch wanted.

"What Gooch? We're busy with Drill Finger?" Ray growled over her shoulder.

"No, you're not." (y/n) recoiled with a sinking feeling in her stomach.

"Huh?"

"Drill Finger was just spotted in Nebraska," Gooch reported, and they all looked at him in shock.

"Nebraska? As in Nebraska above Kansas?" (y/n) really hoped it was a mistake, but it seemed they had made a grave error.

"Affirmative. He put four megatons of sugar in the water supply." 'Sweet cheese.' (y/n) wanted to slap herself.

"Situation?" Henry asked.

"Water very sweet. Teeth in danger." Gooch replied, even though all could have guessed that.

"Understood." Ray closed the link and turned to his friends, who all shared his look of guilt.

"What do we do?" Henry said, stepping back from the computer.

"Nothing, we only protect Swellview," Ray told him.

"Yeah, Nebraska's not our problem." (y/n) agreed with him.

"Right." They all looked at Ortho and his father, who were both glaring at them.

"But you guys... If the real Drill Finger is in Nebraska, who's that guy?" Charlotte pointed out.

"He's my dad, you dip twits!" Ortho yelled at them.

"But, why'd you want to know where our school's water supply was?" Henry asked, as all the puzzle pieces in his head started to fall.

"Because my uncle sells water filters for schools and small businesses." They all looked at their shoes.

"Okay, but why'd you ask about our school's security cameras?" Charlotte still thought that was dodgy, but Ortho's father quickly gave a reason.

"Because at Ortho's last school, the security cameras caught him picking his nose." Again, they all looked away when they heard the explanation.

"After that, some of the other kids called me 'Booger boy'," Ortho explained, and (y/n) couldn't help but feel bad for him, but Ray just found it funny, making everyone glare at him.

"Kids can be cruel." He said after (y/n) pinched his arm to make him say something nice.

"Okay, wait...then why did you say your dad was gonna take care of Captain Man?" Henry questioned them and Charlotte and Ray nodded with him.

"Because my father owns a chain of retirement homes for old people," Ortho explained.

"And I'm building a new one here in Swellview." His father continued.

"It's still in the planning phase." Suddenly everything became clear and the superhero team felt very stupid.

"And, when Captain Man gets old, I hoped I could take of him... To thank him for being such a wonderful superhero." Ray laughed awkwardly, having been so horrible to a man who only wanted to do nice things for him.

"Will you excuse us for just one second? We'll be right back." (y/n) smiled sweetly at the man as she pulled Ray and Charlotte backwards, Henry following too.

"Okay, we screwed up bad." Ray squeaked, once they had moved away, rubbing his neck sheepishly.

"Bad is an understatement. We're gonna go down for this." (y/n) hissed back.

"I better not get in trouble for this," Henry commented, imagining what would happen if Ortho told the whole school what he'd gone through.

"Let's just calm down." (y/n) tried to keep control of the situation, but Charlotte was panicking.

"Hey. Just know I am not going to jail for the three of you." She told them, making her friends shush her loudly. Ray told them to follow his lead, as he sauntered over to the two ginger-haired men again.

"Hey. So good news..." Ray started in a cheerful voice.

"What?" Ortho snapped.

"We've clearly made a mistake here." Ray smiled at them, even though Ortho and his father hated the group.

"So we're gonna let you both go." Henry smiled too.

"As long as you don't mention any of this to anyone." (y/n) tried to use her puppy-dog eyes, but it seemed they only worked on Ray, as Ortho and his father strongly disagreed.

"Are you nuts?"

"As soon as we get out of here, we're going right to the police." The father confirmed, making the group tense in fear. Ray didn't know what else to do, so he took his laser control from his utility belt.

"Well, in that case.." He shot both of them again, making (y/n) look at him with a puzzled face.

"What was that for? Don't you think we've traumatised them enough?" She said, Henry and Charlotte agreeing with her.

"Just help me get them down." Captain Man said tiredly.

"Aw, man," Charlotte said, as she and Henry grabbed Ortho and Ray and (y/n) dealt with his father.

They took the unconscious bodies to a shady back alley in downtown Swellview. Henry dragged Ortho as Ray and (y/n) dumped his father from a shopping cart. He flopped onto the floor, making Charlotte sigh with impatience.

"Will you guys hurry up?" She asked, not wanting to get caught.

"What about when they wake up? They're gonna get us in trouble." Henry pointed out, so Ray grabbed his memory eraser.

"Not if they don't remember anything that happened." He said, quickly using it on Ortho and his father, much to (y/n)'s anger.

"We can't leave them here not knowing who they are or where they live." She scolded him, but Ray thought it was for the best.

"Now, they won't remember anything?" Henry wanted to confirm.

"Not a thing," Ray smirked, and his sidekick thought it was pretty awesome. The men on the floor started to move.

"They're waking up!" Charlotte noticed, but (y/n) didn't like the thought of them being left alone with no memories.

"You're seriously not suggesting that we--" Ray left no room for her to argue, as he grabbed her wrist and threw her over his shoulder in a fireman's lift.

"Raymond! I swear to God, put me down!" She thumped his back and kicked her legs, but the man holding her ignore it.

"Run!" He said, and the group quickly escaped before Ortho or his father spotted them. They sprinted to the Man Van and Ray dumped (y/n) onto the back seat before getting in the front and speeding away.

"Sometimes I want to break your face." She sulked from the back.

"You know a face this handsome can't be broken." Ray quipped, causing her cheeks to warm and silence to fall over her. Looking up in the mirror, Henry and Charlotte smirked to themselves, knowing the effect Ray's words had on her, even if he never noticed it.

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