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Authors note: this is the TG part of a larger story adapted to stand alone. Synopsis of other things: Imagine a world where the superpower gene and the gay/transgender gene are one and the same. For some time a demon called Talon is seeking to enslave New York, corrupting its heroes and releasing its villains. MindFuck of The Hermaphrodite By Topaz172 New York The Mayor of New York glared impotently at his 18 year old son, or rather his Master did. It had been it's intention to implant a mind controlling larvae in both the boy and his mother; only problem was the brat had managed to get enslaved by the Great Master himself. "You can't touch me-ee!" taunted the college boy pointing at the mark of ownership between his naked buttocks. More infuriating still, to both the Mayor and the demonic worm coiled about his brain, was the fact that even had they the right to touch that pert sun bronzed ass, they no longer possessed the equipment needed to take advantage. Talon, The Great Master, had wanted soldiers not rivals, and so both the Mayor and his Master were neuters. The Mayor had felt some small amount of distress when his penis had decayed and dropped off, but by that time he was a good well adapted host, totally obedient to the creature that was incubating in his skull. The distress had soon passed. "I will take your mother then. Have you been given no orders? Lounging around home naked does not seem to us to progress the Great Master's plan." "Shows what you know, I've invited some friends over for a take-it-up-the-ass-and-become-a-slave party. And you can't have any of them, I'm recruiting for Talon himself!" The Mayor could feel his Master's anger and frustration. To be talked too like this by a mere slave, it was intolerable. Suddenly the boy stiffened, eyes rolling up into his head. When next he spoke his voice was deeper, impatient, with a commanding imperative. "You control one of this city's key humans, fail me and your pain will be exquisite and eternal. Now create some distractions, I want these fools too busy to notice that I am enslaving them." The Mayor felt his master shiver in fear, this was the Great Master's voice, Talon himself... obedience was automatic. Mutant Containment Unit, Rikers Island. Warden Chang followed nervously in the Mayor's wake. "If I may say sir, the subject is extremely dangerous. I think this is a really bad idea." "Nonsense Chang, with you along I have nothing to fear." They walked past the glass fronted cells, the one they were after was right next to the one marked "Dr Lector" and was in turn labeled with the name Leroy "Letoya" Brown AKA "The Tarantula". The cell's occupant stood about 6ft tall with long dark hair, she had breasts that were barely contained by a halter top and below a massive cock was outlined by tight denim hot pants. "So this is the dreaded Tarantula, shorter than I was expecting," said the Mayor "A visitor? If We'd known We'd have put on our makeup. The Mayor no less, my we are honored. But does he want with us?" Rather than answer, the Mayor grabbed Warden Chang by the wrist and pushed his hand through the letterbox slit in the glass wall. "A present." explained the Mayor Letoya smiled and cut the hand with her scarlet red nails. "What? What have you done to me!" gasped Chang staggering back looking at the wound with fear in his eyes. "Just a little of my special nail gloss, Darling. You remember? The special mix laced with my DNA that I used to turn Tom Cruise into Tommi Cruise last year?" The Mayor ignored them both, turning away letting himself out of the tiny cellblock. Warden Chang clutched at his chest, which seemed to bulge outward filling his cupped hands in mere seconds. "No, No! Ahhn! Uhh! Yes! Oh yes!" The top two buttons popped loose exposing an ample cleavage. "That's right dear, its so much better with breasts isn't it, now come here and let me out. Then we can see about giving you a nice pussy to go with that cock of yours." The ex-Warden swayed across the room and obediently unlocked the door, eager to kiss her new mistress. "This is like way cool." exclaimed the new bimbo pressing her tits and cock close. "Can we do the others too?" "Yes Darling." replied Letoya stroking Chang's still growing hair, slightly distracted she added to herself, "But I wonder why he did it?" The Lair Talon walked all the way around the boy inspecting him from every angle. Slim yet muscular with an acceptably proportioned cock, his skin glistening with pheromonally laced sweat, a feverish reaction to the venom coursing through his veins. Like his slightly more dangerous twin the "Super-Teen" the boy's skin color had the look of a heroic costume, his hands and feet Nigerian black, the rest a generally Mediterranean tan with North European white highlights. His eyes were closed in peaceful sleep. Careful not to waken the sleeper Talon ran a finger from the boy's crotch to his chin. The slight pressure of his fingertip raised the boy's slumped head. "Yes... almost ready, remarkable mental shielding to have resisted as long as you did. But we mustn't spoil the moment; too many of your friends have the ability to detect my mental touch. Far more entertaining to let you follow your own dark passions, for now my delightful little Sidekick." The sleeping superhero's tongue licked out caressing the clawed fingertip, tasting the venom. Playfully Talon raised his arm to shoulder height, Sidekick levitated up like a fish on a line to keep his tongue in contact with the finger he was licking. Talon slipped his prehensile cock between Sidekick's legs, the superhero stopped levitating, resting his weight on the pole-like erection instead, his buttocks clenching on its girth. Careful not to waken his victim Talon moved his finger to his upper right nipple. Sidekick's tongue followed soon finding the nipple his teeth biting down hard. Talon gasped in pain, delightful pain, reminding him of a time when his mind had been small and he had thrived on the abuse of a stronger Master. Sidekick licked the wound he had made, his tongue exploring the punctures his teeth had made. "Well, well, a taste for blood, unexpected, perhaps you are far further along than I thought. Yes that's it, taste it, imagine your teeth sinking into your prey." Three ripped and bleeding nipples later Talon carefully guided Sidekick away leaving him floating in mid air, his head once again slumped forward, dribbles of dried blood smearing his mouth and pectorals. "Can't send you back in a mess like that." muttered Talon Gently Talon licked the pectorals clean, then the neck and finally the lips sucking away every trace of his blood. "When next you do battle, the need to taste your prey will be overwhelming. You will revel in it; gradually your thirst for blood will consume you. Go now. Return to your bed. This was all a dream." Instructed the Demon Soon the humans he had infested would be accusing New York's super powered protectors of murder and cannibalism... it would be true... and that should cramp their style quite satisfactorily Mutant Containment Unit, Rikers Island. The plump guard struggled in the grip of two beautiful Hermaphrodites dressed in pink bikini tops and Lycra cycling shorts. "Please! I'll do anything you say! You need a real guy to front for you." he pleaded. "Mistress, he, like, has a point." said Buffy Chang. "Oh he's right darling we do need a front boy, but we'll pick one that's handsome and can be induced to share our vision." instructed Letoya from her position on one of the prison gym's cycle-machines. Chang ripped away the sniveling wretch's uniform shirt exposing a formless hairy torso. The other girls set about ripping away his lower clothes to reveal a shriveled little worm dangling limply between his legs. One of the girls picked up a bikini set, dropping the Lycra pants at his feet. Chang and her sister held out the man's arms so that the top could be slipped on and tied. He struggled in their strong grip. "No! No! It tickles." Hardened nipples that seemed larger than he remembered, tented the tiny triangles of pink fabric. The tickling continued, and he noticed that his aureole had expanded and were now visible around the edges of the tiny bikini. "Please! Please stop this! I'm a single parent I have sons who depend on me," he sobbed As he watched his chest hair fell away and his flab vanished leaving a boyish physique. Treacherous thoughts began to fill his head, how he looked fitter than he ever had before. "Get ready darling, here they come." giggled ex-Warden Chang The girls released him, suddenly his chest was ballooning outward, filling and stretching the tiny triangles of fabric until they were like a second skin tight against his wonderfully improved physique. No longer restrained he brought his hands up to clasp his massive new breasts. The touch of his hands against his newly sensitive nipples seemed to act as a trigger, opening his mind to the others and to Mistress Tarantula. His fear-shrunken cock hardened as new priorities flooded his mind. A dream of a hermaphrodite world where all men and women were equal and equally endowed, a passive obedient world where everyone was nice and helped each other with make-up tips. He could think of no better destiny for himself or for his 18 and 19 year old sons. He let go of his nipples in order to pick up the cycle pants, immediately the mental link diminished to a whisper. He hesitated and experimentally tweaked a nipple, the flood of new thought returned along with the delicate pleasure. One handed he pulled on the cycle shorts. His mental link renewed and informing him that like the bikini top and the Lycra shorts had been soaked in Mistress's cum, her potent DNA capable of altering and upgrading any human it touched. In seconds the tiny bulge outlined in Lycra had absorbed the meta-testosterone and grown in girth and length so that it formed a "third leg", bound tightly to his right thigh by the constraining fabric. The mental link informed him that after about a week of constant exposure to the DNA soaked Lycra, a fully functional vagina would form below his cock. He couldn't wait. "I'm sorry I caused such a fuss Mistress. If I may have a couple of bikinis I have a pair of boys at home who would look, like, really kewl with titties like mine." "Of course dear. Fluff and Babs, show our new girl where the clothes are and help her with her make-up. When she's presentable get a team together and help her with her boys... and her neighbors too, in fact do the whole block. I wont be accused of breaking up friends and families. Oh, and what are your boys names darling?" "Petra and Gavina, Mistress." "Excellent. Make it so." Letoya watched as the ex-guard was led away by Fluffy and Babs, two ex-prisoners, superpowered twinks who'd been incarcerated for trying to kidnap several professional wrestlers and turn them into celebrity rentboys. Unlike most of the guards and psychopaths Fluffy and Babs had been transformed by the pure mutagenic cum they had been induced to swallow direct from her cock. Their full conversion had been close to instantaneous and both were now fully functional hermaphrodites, each with a cunt of her own. Letoya was confident that the combination of their mutant powers and their enhanced hermaphrodite bodies would be enough to combat almost any opponent. Letoya set the cycle machine to "mountainous". The exercise helped her think. Something odd was going on, there was no good reason why the Mayor would want her loose, she was chaos and mayhem dressed in a thong, releasing her was just not in his interests, at least not obviously. Taking over the containment unit had been an obvious first act, but now, now it would be best to slip away and spread quietly. Reaching out with her mind she summoned her girls, from across New York they would come, bringing transport for the 150 new sisters she had created today. Rainbow Avenger's Headquarters, Roosevelt Island Morgana absent mindedly played with her nipple, watching as the light display faded and Team Blue Static split apart. Something tugged at her mind, a feeling she hadn't had since... Memories welled up within her, the parade balloons filled with boob-ex gas, men and boys screaming as they ripped open their shirts to reveal their expanding breasts... Glowboy aiming an energy bolt at the gas canister... a panicking policeman stumbling against him knocking away his filter mask just as the canister exploded... the first itching tingle... An instant frown formed on her face and her hand snapped away from the nipple. "Guys, we got trouble... The Bitch is back." "What's wrong?" asked the telekinetic TK swiveling his wheelchair around. "Tarantula, she's summoning her Hermaphrodite Sisterhood. Only the fact that we're shielded inside Avenger HQ prevented me from obeying her call." "Oh great, just what we need, another megalomaniac on the loose. I'll alert the team. Any idea where she's causing her trouble?" "It will be someplace in Queens. With her its always Queens." Harlem, New York Super Teen tapped his earpiece listening for a brief moment and then turned to the others. "Just got word, Mistress Tarantula is loose. Speedo, Glowboy, Studz, get to containment unit on Riker's Island, check it out. Pick up Aftermath on the way, there's a chance there will be structural damage for him to make safe. Sidekick, you're with me, we have a lead that she's going to try and transgenderize the Queens district... again." The others nodded heading back to a CS8-C Cocksucker transport that hovered at the corner of Marcus Garvey Park. Sidekick seemed not to have heard. "Hey lover, you hear?" "Huh? Oh yeah sure" "You okay? You've been kind of distant these last few days." "Quit bugging me S-T, I don't want to talk about it." snapped Sidekick. "Now lets save those fucking straights from the fucking Tarantula Bitch. It's been a long day and I need to rest." Sidekick launched himself into the air trailing rainbow light behind him. Super Teen frowned, hesitating before following. He couldn't figure what was wrong, Sidekick's mind was shielded from him, he couldn't just read the problem direct from his brain as he could with any of his other teammates. All relationships can have bad patches and this time, whatever it was, was far more serious than an argument about whose turn it was to do the hoovering. Whatever it was would have to wait, The Tarantula, Letoya, his nemesis, was loose again. Stopping her would have to take priority over sorting out his lover's hissy fit. Seward Avenue, Queens Village, Queens The doorbell was ringing. "Hey Pete! Get the fucking door!" yelled Gavin, looking up from his motorbike, which was currently spread across the garage floor "You fucking get it, I'm busy!" yelled his younger brother. The doorbell continued intermittently for the next few minutes as the boys argued over it. Finally both of them arrived at the door glaring at each other, resentful that he had been dragged away from important stuff. Pete opened the door to be faced by three total babes, dressed in pink bikinis and short thigh length sarongs. "Hi, we saw you two hunks at the mall the other day, my sisters and I thought we'd like to get to know you better, much better." said the lead girl caressing her nipple. Pete and Gavin exchanged a startled look, after all the hard work involved in finding and maintaining girlfriends, here were three ultra-babes asking for it. It was totally beyond their experience. But hey, what the girlfriends didn't know about wouldn't hurt. Neither of them noticed that similar girls were walking down the street and ringing other doorbells. "Come in! Umm can we get you a drink?" "Thanks Peter, we'll have a diet coke," Said the lead babe, there was something familiar about her voice but Gavin couldn't quite put his finger on it. He absent mindedly rubbed his oily hands on his jeans. He was looking at the second girl's breasts, he hardly noticed the other two heading off to the kitchen. "My name's Fluffy." "That's a nice name," he said distractedly "Do you like them?" "Huh? Sorry." "My breasts, you haven't taken your eyes off them," explained Fluffy removing her bikini Gavin didn't reply, his eyes had gone very wide. Fluffy continued, "They're my mutant power. No man can look away from my perfect physique." Gavin frowned vaguely "But only faggots have superpowers." "I was a bad boy, I used to use my perfect pecs and six- pack to beguile guards while my loverboy stole the money. But then I met Mistress and she turned my perfect pecs into perfect tits." explained Fluffy easing her hand down the front of his jeans. "Touch them, get used to their feel." instructed Fluffy Gavin's hands moved up to touch the soft flesh without his even thinking about it, his hands leaving an oily handprint on each of those marvelously soft orbs. His mind was nowhere near as happy. Only gays had superpowers and that meant these perfect breasts had a nasty hairy cock lurking down below. Cold air on his cock! He glanced down; Fluffy had eased it out of his jeans. Fluffy proceeded to pull loose the sarong, confirming his fears, Fluffy's cock was bigger than his own. He still couldn't figure why he wasn't pushing Fluffy away or warning Peter. "You want to run, I know, but you won't, as long as you are feeling the smoothness of my skin, you're completely in my power darling. Now move your hands to my butt... that's it." His hands obeyed. "Get ready for the next stage of your evolution." instructed Fluffy Fluffy did something strange then lifting herself up and then guiding his cock into a vagina that nestled below her penis where the balls should have hung. Gavin was confused, he could still feel her hard cock pressed against him but his cock was fully inside. His head felt strange, as if it were wrapped in a wonderful warm moist place, almost as if it were his head inside her rather than his cock. He started thrusting, his cock was in pussy and that was far more important than the other cock slapping against his six-pack, the sensations around his head matched the sensations down below, it was like nothing he'd ever experienced before. "Once a man has experienced sex with one of us his mind changes, he sees the truth, he wants to become she, a sister working for the Mistress, able to take it up the cunt or give it with her cock." Gavin's mind acted like a sponge accepting Fluffy's words as a simple fact. Her words had the same obvious truth as a statement like "water is wet" or "the sun is too bright". "As soon as you have cum inside me, the mental changes will be complete and will beg to infected with Mistress's DNA." Gavin heard the words, ignored them, and eagerly thrust in, accelerating toward orgasm. He wanted it, he wanted to feel all his orgasms this way, wanted to be able to take a cock inside him and wanted to give other boys this same marvelous headfucked sensation. "That's it, give me your seed! Breed with me." instructed Fluffy nearing her own orgasm. The dull thud of an explosion somewhere outside distracted them briefly "Hurry!" commanded Fluffy "The fucking Gay heroes are on the way. Cum for me, make yourself one of us!" Gavin had no problem obeying, he was already feeling the intensity of sensation that signaled his cum was beginning its journey. "I'm cumming!" gasped Gavin as sensations consumed him from head to toe. For a moment he was both penetrated and penetrator. In the background he sensed his Mistress. He was ready; all that remained was the physical changes. Suddenly the wall shattered in a shower of bricks and plaster, a human missile had entered the room. "Sidekick!" "Hands off trannie!" yelled the naked superhero backhanding Fluffy across the room. "No!" protested Gavin Sidekick grabbed him by the shirt and slammed him to the wall "Stay out of this straight boy!" growled Sidekick releasing Gavin to slide to the floor nearly unconscious. The two fought. Gavin, once he was conscious enough to pay attention, was surprised. His Fluffy was easily as strong as the super powered Sidekick matching him blow for blow. Then Sidekick made a mistake, his wrists caught in Fluffy's hands, Fluffy clearly expected some fancy kick or back flip escape. Instead Sidekick leaned forward biting deep into her neck. The wound was obviously fatal. Gavin felt Mistress' attention fully on him for the first time. He was to pretend to be unconscious. This was something new, the rules of the battle between Mistress and her opponents had just been changed. He could sense Mistress giving orders to his sisters, Peter, his dad, Babs all were being teleported away by another of his sisters. Sidekick drank deep, seeming to ignore everything, eventually dropping Fluffy to the floor. Using his eye beams he vaporized the body and turning to face Gavin. "Open your eyes straight boy, you're not fooling anyone." Mistress signaled for him to obey. "Look into my eyes, straight boy." Gavin did as he was told, instantly feeling a new compulsion to obey as the hypnotic eyes captured his mind. "Clean me with your tongue. Once you are finished you will forget what has happened here, if anyone asks you were hit by a brick and were unconscious." Instructed Sidekick in an oddly detached sounding voice. Sickened, Gavin moved to obey, licking the sticky crimson mess from Sidekick's chin and neck. Fortunately not much blood had missed Sidekick's mouth. Mistress' mental touch soothed him, she would order him to throw up later. His task complete Gavin stepped back. "Its done, you're clean," he said with disgust "Why? Why did you do that Sir? It wasn't necessary." Sidekick seemed momentarily confused by the question and then smiled. "Because I wanted to. Because she tasted good." "That's sick!" "You know what! I don't give a shit any more. She tasted good, that's all that matters. I can do whatever the hell I want straight boy Talon said so! Now its fucking time for your memory loss straight boy." replied Sidekick angrily picking up a brick and hitting Gavin on the head with it. *** Glowboy's ecstasy bolt slammed into the schoolyard wall having passed through the empty space that had been occupied by several large breasted ex-men "They're retreating," said Glowboy over the communicator "Same here." replied Studz "They must have got what they came for. Get the police to check the local clothes and cosmetic stores. This might have been a distraction to allow them to spray some boob-ex onto the underwear, like they did at that Calvin Klein photo-shoot last year." Instructed Super Teen "How many did we capture?" "About 30 or so." "Damn, and with at least that many getting away, The Sisterhood has spread wider than I expected." "Hand them over to the cops?" "No. We ship them down to New Orleans for re-programming. That way they won't try recruiting in the prison. As for the property damage we'll get Aftermath on it." Next Day Gavin watched the reconstruction with fascination. The boy's name was Aftermath, the Rainbow Avengers had sent him around the next day to repair the damage to the neighborhood. He couldn't remember much from the day before and was worried for his dad and brother neither of whom had come home yet. He was even considering ringing his Mom down in Richmond. Aftermath had been a surprise, for two reasons. Firstly because it hadn't occurred to him that the Rainbow Avengers would help out with the damage they caused, secondly because he was finding Aftermath to be extremely cute. Besides being cute, Aftermath was also a bit of a slob, Gavin found himself fighting a compulsion to brush the superhero's hair out of his eyes and clean off the smudge of dirt on his cheek. He wondered if the blow on his head had turned him gay and if so would he develop a kewl superpower? He hoped so. Apparently Aftermath's power was an odd one, he could reverse time for a small area, reverting any inorganic material to its previous arrangement. Inside the small energy sphere bricks slowly reappeared. With the size of the hole and the size of Aftermath's power field it would take quite some time to finish the repair. He decided to get Aftermath a nice cup of coffee. There was a rushing sound and a flickering of light behind him in the kitchen. He turned around to see one of the most beautiful babes he'd ever seen... and his brother Pete. Pete looked a bit different, he was wearing a small amount of make-up, just enough to highlight his natural beauty. His nipples stood out prominently under a skintight Lycra boob tube although there was little sign of breast development yet. Gavin's first thought was envy at Pete's new look and confusion that he couldn't remember when Pete had started taking hormones. They hugged kissing each other on the cheek. "Pete! You're okay! Who's your friend?" "She's Dad of course, dummy." "Dad? Wow! Awesome new look, I wish I had breasts like yours." Gavin felt strange, what on Earth was he saying? What had happened yesterday to make him feel this way and how had Dad been transformed so totally. "How did you get changed like that?" "Sidekick's memory block must still be in effect son." commented Dad grimly, "You're, like, instinctively one of us, but don't remember." "One of you? I don't understand." "Mentally you've become a hermaphrodite like us, you want to have hetrosex with girls and also take it up the cunt like a girl or suck cock like a gayboy. You fantasize of doing all three at once. Most of all you want to serve the Mistress. Correct?" "Well yeah but..." "Correct?" This time Gavin hesitated; a wet daydream was taking over inside his head. He was swooning in Aftermath's rugged arms, the hero's cock slipping inside his very own pussy. "That's it Gav, you know you want it." encouraged his younger brother. "You can beat the memory block, come on do it for Mistress!" "Mistress..." said Gavin, the word was like a rock in the turmoil of his thoughts. Something good had happened yesterday, and something bad as well, something he didn't want to remember ever. "Come on dude, Mistress has great plans for you. But you have'ta remember that you belong to her." "Of course I belong to her. I know that," grumbled Gavin. It was obvious wasn't it? In fact it was about the only thing he was certain of. "It's time for you to evolve Gav, Mistress has given us some of her very own cum for you to drink. It's gonna take at least a week for my vagina to grow in because it was dad that evolved me. Mistress' cum is much more potent." explained Peter enviously holding out a large vial of milky liquid. Gavin didn't hesitate, sure everything was confused, but he longed to have breasts and cunt to go with his cock and if Mistress wanted it too, well that made complying a certainty. He took the vial, raised it to his lips and hesitated, he could feel Mistress' presence in his head willing him to accept her gift and become hers in body as well as soul. He smiled mischievously; he had a plan of his own. Carefully he dipped a finger into the cum and wiped a small amount onto his nipples and some more in a line between his balls. He could feel it starting, a tingling between in his scrotum, Mistress' cum was incredibly potent even in the small quantity he'd used. Pete and Dad watched eager to see him gulp down the rest of the cum and become a Sister, an instant hermaphrodite babe. Instead he poured half of the cum into each coffee cup. "Stay out of sight Sisters." he whispered, giving them a wink He didn't have much time, he could already feel his nipples growing and a sort of odd sensation in his pants, his ball sacks were tightening squeezing his testes. Grabbing the cups he rushed outside spilling some on the way. "Aftermath! I wanted to thank you for helping! Here have some coffee!" he said thrusting the cup at the surprised hunk. "Well, thank y'all. Puttin' raght all this damage is real thirsty work." replied Aftermath taking the cup but not drinking. "Ahh, noticed y'all watching me." drawled Aftermath, his eyes looking over Gavin and settling pointedly on the erection in his pants. Gavin nearly fainted under that gaze, Aftermath fancied him, but could he get him to drink before the changes became obvious? An area around his nipples about 2 inches in diameter had become sensitive to the tickling fabric of his loose sweatshirt, next would come the breasts themselves, impossible to hide. In the back of his mind he could feel Mistress urging him on fully backing his actions. He moved the cup up as if to drink and then smiled shyly "Why don't you drink up, then perhaps we can go inside and I can thank you... properly." Aftermath smiled back, Gavin could tell that his flirting had worked, the lovely gay hunk thought he'd pulled. The hard cock and balls outlined in His blue Lycra costume were proof of that. "Why that's down right neighborly, maah name's Dale by the way." "I'm Gav." he replied again half lifting the mug This time it worked, Aftermath took a long swig of his cum laced coffee. Elated Gav gulped down his own dose and discarded the mug. There was very little time now, quickly he grabbed Aftermath's hand and led him into the house. His ball sacks were gone now, the skin smooth and taught, he could feel the balls themselves pushing inwards, his breasts were definitely there now enjoying their first growth spurt and almost beginning to push at the loose sweatshirt. "Ahm feelin' kind of strange." said Aftermath "Kinda horny." Quickly Gav pulled Aftermath up against the wall and kissed him passionately, all he needed to do now was keep him distracted long enough. Aftermath's eyes closed as he concentrated on the feel of the kiss. "Yes!" thought Gav this was going perfectly. Gavin's own changes were reaching the critical point, a sharp pain that thrust upward from just below his cock as his internal organs were pushed aside by the new growth. It made him gasp, he hoped that it sounded like pleasure. His hands slipped under Aftermath's Lycra costume feeling for changes, his hand found the hero's nipples already grown large and sensitive. Under the palm of his other hand he could feel the balls retracting as the loose skin pulled tight, the excess bunching in a ridge below the cock ready for the next stage. "What's happenin' to me?" gasped Aftermath, dazed by the intensity of the foreplay. Gav quickly gave the finger thick nipple an extra tweak. "Ahh! Don't stop bouy, tweek those nipples." Gasped Aftermath in response Gav smiled, the pains below were gone now, replaced by a warmth in his new breasts as they expanded, the sensation accompanied by a restraining tightness across his chest as his sweatshirt was stretched it's hem riding up to expose his midriff as the fabric struggled to conform to the body it surrounded. Not stopping the massage of Aftermath's growing breasts he quickly used his other hand to get rid of both his pants and Aftermath's Lycra shorts. All that remained was to get that heroic cock into him so that he could fuck Aftermath's mind into shape. "Oh my God you're one of them!" exclaimed Aftermath finally opening his eyes and catching on to the fact that Gavin's breasts had expanded to approximately a 36 B whilst he'd been enjoying the kiss. "So are you sister." replied Gav quickly grabbing the cock and guiding it into his newly formed vagina. Aftermath began to struggle but it was far, far to late. Gavin contracted his internal muscles along with the new mental ones that originated in a small amount of new brain tissue that nestled next to his prostate gland. To his surprise it was instinctive, he knew exactly how to short circuit Aftermath's mind and did so. New desires and loyalties were edited into nerve signals that normally transmitted only erectile pleasure from cock to brain. He had Aftermath fully snared now, the two pronged attack of his mind-fuck and the changes Aftermath's own body was undergoing guarantied success. "I... will... not... give... in. I... will... not... give... In..." chanted Aftermath even as he said, it his cock continued to thrust in time with his words. "Nooo, must fight it! Aaargh!" groaned Aftermath whose breasts were now pushed tight against Gav's own. Gav suspected that that scream had been Aftermath's womb forming and slipped a hand below, quickly finding the deepening crack and sliding a finger in. The finger proved to be the final straw Aftermath's mental resistance, what there was of it, collapsed like a popped balloon. Within an instant he was shooting hot cum into Gavin, orgasming in his own vagina. The orgasm was instantly converted into a data stream, sending a massive flow of information branding Aftermath irrevocably with the new instincts and racial loyalty to his Mistress that had already been drip feeding into his brain with each thrust. "A-fucking-mazing. Thank you, thank you, thank you." said Aftermath as soon as the orgasm had passed, kissing Gavin between each thanks. "They were, like, so wrong this is so much better." Aftermath pulled his cock out of Gavin's cunt and set about pulling off the Lycra top so that his breasts were finally freed. "Fuck me Gavin. Mistress wants as many superpowered children as I can birth." "Her wish is my command," giggled Gavin discarding his own sweatshirt and pushing his cock into his new sister's virgin cunt. Somewhere at the edge of his awareness he could see Pete and dad making out. Pete had licked the last dregs of cum from the vial boosting his own development. It explained why they hadn't joined in Aftermath's seduction. *** The rat played dead. It was relatively easy to do, its crushed skull gave the casual observer the impression that it was exactly what it appeared. Only the glowing light in its dead eyes would give away the fact that it was observing the four hermaphrodites with absolute concentration. Talon smiled to himself. The Mayor had done well releasing this one. Mistress Tarantula and her Sisterhood would produce the exact amount of mayhem he required, without being so dangerous that they could not be exterminated when the time came. Quickly he sent a mental command to the Mayor's son. For the next 12 hours he and the twelve friends he had enslaved were to reward his father and the larvae that inhabited his brain. *** Mistress Tarantula smiled sadly. Gavina was a real treasure, a brilliant find, it was such a shame that the moment of her evolution was marred by death. But they'd pay for that, all of them, the superheroes, the men and boys of New York and most especially the shadowy presence that was pulling the strings. A double breasted future was the only cure for their violent tendencies.