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Birth of Mayhem
Megan Roman
"Doubt me if you want, but hand to God, she's one of them," Ron
whispered to Tim before he took a sip of beer. "I was out with Lana
last night. 'Round midnight, I found 20 horny-lookin' goons
surrounding three college girls in an alley. All of a sudden, bam!"
Ron took another sip of his drink and pointed to the far side of the
swimming pool in the middle of his back yard. "There's Morgan,
beating the crap out of all 20!"
Tim still doubted it. Bill's older sister looked tough, but was she
really a superhero? "Are you sure?"
"She wasn't wearing anything to conceal her identity. Ask Lana if
you want, she'll tell you."
Tim tried to scoff it off, but Ron was earnest. "Really? Morgan?"
"Really. Morgan."
"You're sure?"
"She is a super, and she is hot."
Tim considered this. "Yeah, she is. Do you think the words will
work, though?"
"Only one way to find out." Ron gave him an encouraging pat on the
back. "Go on over and try. I know you wanna."
"She'll beat the crap out of me if it doesn't work."
"And you'll beat the crap out of yourself if you don't try. Now go!"
Tim weaved his way through the crowd toward the far end of the
backyard. As soon as Ron's parents had left for their vacation, he
had been online planning a party. Now there was a band in the living
room, booze in the kitchen, and a way more people in the pool than it
was made to hold. Ron's sexy girlfriend Lana was able to sleep in
one of the locked bedrooms upstairs, regardless of the crazy stuff
downstairs, because of all the crazy stuff Ron put her through.
Morgan was by herself because nobody had the guts to approach her.
According to rumors, she had been kicked out of college after she
tore a guy's nuts off. Supposedly, he had been trying to rape a
girl. Also supposedly, he had been the school's quarterback. Also-
also supposedly, Kari's cousin had seen her sometime after working in
an auto shop. What was certain was that she was covered neck-to-toes
in tattoos and could wither the cockiest high school kid with just a
look. Dressed in a black jean vest and matching tight, slashed jean
pants, she showed more skin than most of the other girls at the
party. Tim took a deep breath before entering the social bubble that
formed far from the young woman with the platinum blonde dreadlocks.
Morgan glared at him. "Whaddya want?" she snapped.
"Hey," Tim said, trying to sound easygoing. "You're Bill's sister,
right? Morgan?"
"Yeah? So?"
"I'm Tim." He held out his hand. She stared at it, but didn't take
it. "I take Calculus II with him."
She raised an eyebrow. "Okay."
"So, I heard a rumor you work in an auto shop. Is that true?"
She crossed her arms. "What's it to you?"
"Just trying to make small talk." He paused, then got closer. "I
also heard you might be a superhero," he said in a lower voice,
mindful of the people nearby.
Morgan snorted and turned away. "Oh my god."
"If you don't wear a mask, then people will know your identity."
Morgan turned her head back to him. "I bet the 20 guys you beat up
last night saw you."
She didn't look angry, but she was suspicious. "Are you trying to
set me up for something?" she growled.
"No, I'm trying to set myself up." Tim took a deep breath. "I claim
you as my own, Hollow God, and I am your master."
Morgan was startled. She almost took a step back, but stood her
ground. As she teetered, she rubbed her neck. For a moment, she
looked shaken. This was surprising to Tim, and encouraging. He felt
hope well up in him. Was this for real?
After a few moments, Morgan calmed. She seemed a little embarrassed
by her initial shock. Then, she cracked a little grin at Tim as she
eyeballed him. "Well," she said, "I must admit, I wasn't expecting
that."
"Did it work?" Tim asked, almost unable to contain his growing
excitement.
Morgan smiled. "Is there somewhere we can go that's more private,
Master?" Tim felt his heart skip a beat.
Tim hadn't told anybody that his parents had left with Ron's parents
on their trip. It was fine if Ron screwed up his own house, but Tim
didn't want anybody else messing with his stuff. "So what do you
want to do with me, Master?" Morgan asked casually when they got back
to his bedroom. "Do teenage boys still like to fuck?"
"I want to be you," Tim blurted. Morgan seemed unaffected. "I don't
want to be a skinny little dweeb anymore. I want to be a sexy,
badass superhero."
"Are you sure you can handle it, Master?" Morgan asked. "What I do
is dangerous."
"Screw danger! Everyone thinks I'm a wuss because I don't play
sports or talk to girls! The truth is, sports are boring, and so is
every girl I know. You, you're awesome! Look at you! You're the
complete opposite of," he waved his hands over himself, "all this!"
"So what, you're just gonna dump your old life and become a girl?
Seems pretty irresponsible."
"No, I'm gonna do what Ron does with Lana: become you on nights and
weekends, but keep up my life as myself. And if you don't like it,"
he paused for a brief second, "too fucking bad."
Morgan stared at him for a little while before she broke out a big
smile. "Okay then! I like what I hear!" He started taking off his
pants. She started unbuttoning her vest. "It's about time I got a
real master. I had another guy in college wearing me for a while.
Wanted to turn me into a good girl, a real beauty queen-type bitch."
Tim froze. "How'd you get rid of him?"
"I thought about death metal. I got every song I know stuck in his
head." She exposed her bra. "After two weeks, he couldn't take it
anymore and let me go."
"I thought you were sworn to obey your master."
"Doesn't mean I have to like it. You may be taking my body, but I'm
gonna be a part of your subconscious." She unhooked her bra and
shrugged it off in one motion, exposing her naked breasts. "We're
gonna be each other's little bitch."
"God, you're such a badass!" Tim laughed. He struggled to get off
his socks before sitting on the floor.
"So Ron and Lana, huh?" Morgan asked as she unzipped her boots. "I
thought she was too pretty."
"You didn't know she was a Hollow God?"
"It's not something we typically share with other people. How'd you
boys find out about us?"
"Weird online rumor. Ron found out Lana can fly, so he took her."
Once he finished with his socks, Tim removed his shirt. "They told
everyone they were boyfriend and girlfriend."
"How'd he find out Lana can fly?"
Tim stood up. "Are you gonna ask questions, or are you gonna gimme
your body?"
"Straight to the point. I like you, Master." She slipped out of her
pants and thong, exposing her naked body to her master. "You, too.
Off with the boxers." He slipped out of his boxers, exposing his own
body. "Eight inches! Nice." She gently took his penis in one hand
and pressed her body to his. "Do you wanna fuck before we do this?"
Tim felt more aroused than he ever had. "I wanna fuck using your
body," he said. "I want to be Morgan."
"Very nice," she purred. "You really are no-shit, Master. I'm gonna
enjoy bonding with you."
"So what do I have to do to get into your body? Through the back,
like Lana?"
Morgan chortled. "Naw, that's stupid. Here, lemme get down on the
floor here." Morgan sat on the floor at the foot of Tim's bed. Her
pussy was moist and tight, but he wanted to wear it more than he
wanted to have sex with it. "Okay, now grab my boobs." He did,
eagerly. "By the sides. You'll feel a couple of soft spots.
Softer, anyway."
Tim felt what she was describing. "Is this your Sacred Seam?"
"Yeah. Okay, grab on tight, and on the count of three, I want you to
pull on my chest. Hard. You ready?"
"Oh, hell yes."
"Okay. Now." Morgan braced herself against the bed. "One... two...
three!" Tim leaned back, pulling as hard as he could on the girl.
Grunting and growling, he struggled to pull her away from the bed,
but she didn't budge.
Suddenly, she did, just a little. Morgan gasped, and made a sound:
"Ah-!"
Then there was a wet, ripping, sticky sound, and two holes appeared
in Morgan's body where Tim was pulling. Within seconds, they
extended up her sides, over her shoulders, and around the back of her
neck. "Ahhh-hahhh!" Morgan cried out as the front of her body
lurched forward and opened up, exposing the multitude of gooey little
vein-things within: her Sacred Lining, the inside of her body when it
wasn't being worn.
Tim crowed in triumph. "Aw, yeah! This is finally happening!"
"...Do it!" Morgan growled, feeling waves of orgasmic pleasure wash
over her. Her head and chest listed forward. Her arms, still
attached to her back, hung limply at her sides. "Put on my body, you
fucking animal!"
Tim seized her hair and growled back, "I'd be delighted to, you
fucking bitch!" He immediately saw how to begin: he sat on his bed
and stuck his feet in to the cavity in her body, then slid off the
bed into her. She gasped and groaned as he pushed and stuffed his
legs into her legs, pushing his feet all the way down to the tips of
her red-painted toenails. As soon as his groin made contact with the
inside of her slit, her body wasted no time in pushing its way up
into his taint, seizing his testicles along the way and using them to
form new ovaries within him. Her ass fused to his ass, and within
seconds he could feel the carpeted floor through her skin.
"Oooh, fuck yeah!" Tim breathed, then turned his attention to her
arms. Her right arm, open at the shoulder and totally limp, hung to
his right. He twisted and leaned left, then pushed his right hand
into her right shoulder. He struggled for a little while to get his
arm to go all the way in before it slid right down without
impediment. "Mmm!" The arm felt dead, like he had been sleeping on
it. Tim poked it and prodded it with his fingernails before it came
to life. "Yeah! Got it!"
Tim took his sweet time flexing and appreciating the tattooed skin on
his new right arm. He could feel thick muscles growing and
tightening up underneath it. He wriggled the fingers of his new
right hand and felt the unbelievable power within. Similarly,
muscles the skinny boy had never possessed in his legs were growing
within the legs of the woman he was becoming. Tim whipped to his
other side and quickly pushed his left hand into her empty left arm.
Soon, he was rubbing his two new hands together, enchanted by their
gorgeous colors, amazed by their inner power.
All that time, Morgan's breathing had increased in tempo. Her moans
grew more strained and energetic. When Tim put his new hands on the
floor and lifted himself to his new feet, she let out a wheeze then,
"Oooohh, god yes!"
Tim's back had already bonded to Morgan's back. He pushed on her
stomach, and the Sacred Lining started roping together the edges of
the Sacred Seam, sealing it shut. "Mmm. Damn, girl," he hummed,
appreciating all of his new tattoos. "I love this ink. Who's your
artist?"
"You'll know... soon enough! Awgod... you'll have my memories..."
Tim held onto her breasts as her chest bonded to his chest. Soon, he
could feel his new fingers rubbing his new nipples. "Good. I wanna
get some new tats on you. Really personalize my new body, know what
I'm sayin'?"
"Y-yes... M-m-master, ah-hahg..."
The Sacred Seam quickly sealed up around her shoulders. Only Tim's
head and neck stuck out of her now, as the rest of his body was
inside her and melting into her, transforming into her muscles and
blood and bones. "Hey, Morgan," Tim whispered into her ear, "I want
to say thank you. This really is a dream come true for me. I'm
going to love you, and respect you, and use your body the right way."
He pulled the hole in her neck open. "But I'm gonna be Morgan now!"
he declared before plunging her neck over his scalp and all the way
down his head.
"Augh...!" Morgan cried, and then went silent as the Sacred Seam
finished sealing. Her body twitched and her head shook as the new
owner within was pulled in every direction to fill her out
completely. She held her face in both hands as her features twisted
with intense emotion, and her head compressed and settled onto new
flesh and bone. Her lips puckered like she was sucking a lemon
before her mouth flew open and drew in a sharp breath. Her nostrils
flared. She rubbed her face all over, and her ears wiggled before
being still.
Morgan's eyes snapped wide open. "Hahh-ahh! Her... memories...!"
Morgan's body teetered on her feet, unsteady, as her original owner's
mind poured into a space deep within her new owner's brain. "This
is... everything! Everything..."
Morgan smiled. She looked down.
"...About me," she said. She lifted her chin and laughed. "It
worked." She crowed. "It worked! Hoooly shit, I'm Morgan now!"
She smiled and balled her fists. "Awww, hell yeah!"
The masked superhero called the Velvet Wind was on patrol that night,
flying above the city streets. Under her cape, tights, and face
mask, Lana yawned. She had taken a short nap before Ron had put her
back on. She giggled at that thought, because she realized she was
now thinking of Ron as a separate person. It was fun for her to
imagine her daytime persona, a boy who nobody would ever suspect of
moonlighting as a female superhero, as her actual boyfriend.
"What's so funny, Velvet?" she heard, loud and clear. She turned her
head, and saw a woman standing on a rooftop below her looking up.
The woman was heavily tattooed and dressed in familiar black clothes,
along with a familiar hockey mask to conceal her face. "Are you
thinking about your boyfriend again?" the woman jeered.
Velvet Wind flew downward. "Oh my gosh! Morgan? Is that..." She
hesitated. "...Tim?"
"Call me Mayhem! I thought I'd join you on your patrol!" Mayhem
flexed a sizeable bicep. "So whaddya say, you flighty chick? Need a
hand, or a fist?"
Velvet Wind was momentarily stunned. "Ah-yeah! That'd be great!"
She flew back up into the sky. "C'mon, Mayhem! The night is young,
and we've got a city to protect!"
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