Kaboom

Writing Comments and Trigger Warnings: Once again thank you to the editor I have on this. This chapter jumps ahead two years in time and makes it clear that this is a non-linear story, and also it will be really hard to fallow if you haven't read Chapter 1. So please read that first if you haven't.

This chapter also introduces the asexual/aegosexual character and themes that I mentioned in my first chapter starting comments. My writing has always been an important part of me exploring and expressing my sexuality. I also think being aegosexual, someone who finds sexual ideas arousing but likes to not associate with them, having my own sexuality represented in pornographic content can be really impowering. And on top of that this was inspired by Superman (2025) with Jimmy Olsen, who was HEAVILY coded as asexual, so it's only right to have the reporter character in this be ace himself. This though is not the best story for informing on or breaking down aegosexuality/asexuality. I'm sure you can find the info you need with a google search though.

Just like the first chapter, this is hyper sexual with sexual acts that are not physically possible and should not be seen in a serious way. It features heavy themes of non-consent, being filmed without consent and having the films posted online without consent, tentacle sex, a giant futa girl, breast expansion through the breasts being filled with cum, incest, being brainwashed by musk, and extreme vagina penetration/ridiculous fit.

With that all in mind I do hope you enjoy the second chapter of Kaboom!

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

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Two Years After The New Order

Two Years After The New Order

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Levi

Levi

Punctual was a bit of an understatement. I smiled to myself looking over the first draft of my twelve page review of We Were the Five. We Were the Five was going to be the last of its kind, the last superhero film. Though not a traditional sort, it was a documentary on the forming of The Wonderous Five and their ultimate end, which was the same end for every other superhero in the world.

Two years ago the supervillain Kaboom appeared out of seemingly nowhere, raped the worlds greatest superhero Downpour and held the world for ransom. When several government parties lashed back by trying a massive sting operation to capture her, Kaboom then went on to decimate them and fuck the brains out of two lesser-known heroes stuck in the crossfire. Well, lesser known for everyone else. I had been Ultra Light's number one fan before all this shit hit the fan. I'm very young at heart, what can I say?

Kaboom saw to having the videos of her fucking Downpour as well as her kaiju bang of Ultra Light and Course Correction posted online. She beat up the guy who had posted the Downpour rape and forced him into giving her full rights to the video, she had full control of all the videos of her sexual assaults. After all that happened all the countries she was holding for hostage fully buckled, paying her twenty million each. It was made illegal to try and have Kaboom arrested or to try and prevent any of her crimes in anyway, this was done for the publics own safety of course.

After that Kaboom practically ruled the world. She could do whatever she wanted and once again, for our own safety, being a superhero was outlawed. The Wonderous Five had to disband because if they stayed together they would have been put into prison with the key tossed away. Well, four of them would be. Kaboom liked to make it a habit of punishing all the women superheroes herself. She would fuck them raw while they begged her to stop, turn into a giant and plow into these girls in ways well beyond human understanding. By the end of it they would be left as just massive flesh balloons full of endless amounts of cum, begging for more. Some Kaboom would take with her, tossed away in some unknown prison to be sex slaves and never seen again. That's what happened to Ultra Light, we all knew it.

At this point there were no more heroes, how could there be? Some lasted longer then others, becoming vigilantes working outside the law, but in time they all hung up the cape, or Kaboom personally forced them to. She had won, had taken over completely and was now fully calling the shots of the world. The films dedicated to celebrating our heroes, they as well were ending. Though Kaboom had not told anyone they couldn't make them, they just weren't profitable anymore. They couldn't take place in the real world because in the real world you couldn't be a hero. They were to hopeful, to light hearted. The world, thanks to Kaboom, it was a lot worse off now. It was just to mean spirited to ever want hope filled stories again.

This film, We Were the Five, had started being made before Kaboom showed up. When they started filming originally they had no idea that it would even be in the end about the break up of the group. The film would be released to the world in two weeks. I hadn't seen the thing of course, but from the trailers, the very public ending of the group, and leaks online, I knew everything that was going to happen. My review wasn't about giving a proper break down of the film, it was about posting an overly positive take on how it was a statement for the betterment of humanity and it was fully against what Kaboom was and everything she stood for. Was it actually that? I had no idea; it wasn't like I was going to watch the thing to find out.

I emailed the script off to Saturday Night H&D, a pro superhero YouTube channel, who was admittedly on its last legs of viewers. They paid me well enough for work that pushed along overly hopeful, but in no way insightful, positive takes on superheroes. After that I started typing up the negative review of We Were the Five. This I would be selling off to over a dozen YouTube channels that made their money off of anti superhero content, that and just randomly bashing which ever woman on the internet was doing well off right now. This was likely going to be one of my last culture wars double dips. Kind of hard to make a living off of something that didn't really exist anymore.

Of course my job wasn't fully in jeopardy and Kaboom wasn't really all that bad. A couple of the anti superhero makers would have at one time made their scripts with AI. Ya, because of Kaboom that wasn't a thing anymore either. Randy Darington, the once Ricochet, tried to increase his next to endless wealth after getting out of the do gooder scene by making an AI site where people could write into an AI bot and ask it to make movies of superheroes being fucked raw. He had seen how many views Kaboom's sexual assaults had gotten online, it was her main source of income despite being paid off by the world at large to not blow it up several times over. So Ricochet wanted to exploit this profit avenue and exploit it well.

Kaboom responded by saying in an online post, "any man that is still a superhero I will destroy, and any woman that is I will turn into a proper little cum dump. Non-binary people? That will be decided by how cute they are. I'm not to picky. Point is, the whores of the hero world, they are my property to own and to breed as I see fit. They aren't yours Randy Darington. For thinking you can exploit them when that's my job is something you will have to pay for and pay well for. Ninety million, pay up, now. Just for even thinking of this that is your charge. We both know you could cover it without needing to make a blink."

After that and Randy Darington paying her the ninety million and then her suggesting she would ponder charging the same kinds of fees to other companies using AI, that was all it took. Over night the world suddenly sprang into action and AI chat bots, search engines, video makers and writing programs were all instantly against the law. So, I was still well employed, still being paid by every second person to write them up some quick slop to push forward whatever talking point they wanted.

Yes, I knew nothing I wrote was any good, it was never supposed to be. They didn't pay me for that. They paid me to say the same things over and over and push the same points over and over. But now that job would likely be closing down. There was only so much you could say about the death of superheroes.

I tried to get myself out of this line of thought and write down the first sentence in my take down of the upcoming film when the phone went off. I got up and quickly answered the thing.

"Yo, you're costing me pennies here," I said into the line.

"Levi Penn! Have I got some news for you!" it was Henry Plate, my old, long time lost friend from high school years and later short time work mate when we both originally got into online content. He ran one of them pretend news shows online, pushing mostly geek content and now fluff pieces made to make Kaboom look better and feel good. I wrote for him every once in a blue moon, but he never paid well enough for me to stick around. I just kind of dealt with him because he was an old-time friend and that's what you did.

"Looks like Barry Dress stumbled with his camera one to many times. Kaboom, ya, the very big girl herself, she dropped him, so she needs someone new fallowing her around. I was shocked, stunned, when she contacted us wanting a new reporter for the job. I couldn't think of anyone better then you for it. I know you're mostly just a writer, but this is the break of a life time, you know it and I know it. Nobody can get views like Kaboom. Like, if this goes well enough you could buyout a fucking island and sit back with a bloody marry and a dozen aged out cheerleaders," Henry tried to sell me on this job.

"I'm ace remember," I was never one to let people label me as something I wasn't, even by accident.

"Ya, and a dozen of other online look at me! look at me! gender and sex terms I'm sure," he snapped back. Like any man that was big in business and big in his own head Henry hated being questioned.

"Listen, just finish up your sales pitch, I don't got time for this."

"Don't got time to make bank? You're going to be a millionaire in a week if you go along with this. It's an easy enough job. You fallow her around with a camera, make her look good, record her banging some Kaboom fangirls and then rake in the money when she posts it online. And you got a dick so you got nothing to worry about."

I paused. Since breaking out as a supervillain and posting the videos of the superwomen she raped online Kaboom had become quite the celebrity. She did kind of run the world now, it was hard to ignore her. She would hire reporters to fallow her around twenty-four seven, record her entire life, for what was becoming her obsessed public. The first reporter she hired was a woman, former porn star trying to get into a more recognized field, but on the second day of taping she was trying to handle anal sex from a twenty-inch dick that Kaboom was currently packing. After pumping her with a dozen loads of seed Kaboom realized she couldn't use women reporters for her job.

Ever since the task of filming Kaboom and her many misadventures had always gone to a guy. It was a no name job, the audience would never see your face and never give a care about you, but it was 'the' job. Kaboom did not under pay, it was one of her very, very few good qualities. Of course it was only good if you could keep it, the job tended to be quit fast. Either Kaboom was just to hard to put up with, the camera wasn't held just right, or the reporter couldn't stop himself from trying to join in on the fucking, Kaboom was quick to fire. Rumor had it she had started hiring queer men in hopes of keeping around the guy just a bit longer. Maybe that was why Barry Dress lasted as long as he did, but clearly he couldn't keep things together forever.

Ya, I'm queer, asexual, aegosexual, aromantic and aegoromantic. The kind of queer that the anti superhero people I write for would make a field day of turning into a scape goat. The kind of queer that you are likely expecting a two page explanation and break down of my sexuality for. No, that's not an insult to you, it's an insult to me. We all know that sometimes we can like to overly explain what we are. Short answer, I don't find people a turn on, but the idea of sex itself, very much is a turn on. I would never want to get involved with anyone, but thinking about it in general or get into watching one of Kaboom's sex videos, call me sold. If I was to bump into it in person would it overwhelm me and turn me on despite me not fully being into it? Well, I never questioned my sexuality enough to get that far with anyone and given that I'm thirty-six now I can't see things changing. Unless of course I took the job at hand.

I wasn't to concerned for my own safety. Kaboom was quick to anger, thus the name, but she didn't like killing unless really pushed to it. And I knew she was very much only into women. It's not like I look that bad, though I do make it a habit of not caring. Laid back cargo pants and a simple pocket tee is all I really need to put on, and that's if I'm trying to be professional. I do slip on a black pride ring, but that's really not being that out of the closet at all so I make up for it with pride earrings. Little flags stuck into my ears with the fitting colour schemes. I have glasses, dark blue rimmed in nature, with a well-kept beard that used to be the brightest red you ever saw. It has darkened and gotten white dashes over time. I also have some tattoos, their main purpose showing off the horror movies I tend to binge. A chainsaw with the word family on the blade is on my left arm and three pink lines is on the back of my right hand. It's kind of annoying how I have to keep pointing out that one is in reference to the film M3GAN. I'm a bit short and stocky. I could pretend to be a weight lifter if I wanted, but I couldn't actually toss a punch if my life depended on it. It was safe to say I wasn't Kaboom's type. Lucky for me given my sexuality I wasn't anyone's type, or at least I was never outgoing enough to become someone's type.

"I'll take it, send me the contact info, all I need," I responded.

"That's my boy! Never, ever, say I didn't do anything for you," Henry said, his smile bled through the call.

Kaboom

Kaboom

Eight million, that's pathetic. That's by far the least amount of likes one of my videos has ever gotten. Like, it still had its selling points. It was still the only porn one could see on youtube. And pretty fun porn at that with me fucking a mother and daughter combo, but that was the problem, it was fun. These were fan girls demanding my cock. It wasn't bratty supes trying to stop me so I had to rape them until they understood their place from coming so hard.

My cock was also hardly daunting at all. Only the thickness of a wine bottle and when I slammed it into the ass of the mom it didn't even reach her throat. Yes, some viewers pretended concern for the women's safety when I violated them to such a level, but their bodies could always handle what I did to them. In the end they would always need more. But despite that I wasn't as into it now, which was bleeding into my videos. I had to be merciless, I had to be cruel, and I had to go as hard core as I could if I wanted to stay in this game. That and I had to spice things up a bit. This was all getting to old hat.

"You want to order?" the waitress said softly.

I looked over and up at her. A spitting and perfect cosplay of Downpour, but with a dog collar added to the get up with the name tag, Kaboom's Property, on it. Of course nobody had seen Downpour since I plowed her raw, but everyone kind of knew she was trapped in my basement right now pining for me to 'correct' her some more. At this point I had turned her into a good, proper, mother of two kids, soon to be more (often when I knocked someone up their bodies saw to letting me impregnate them with several children). Maybe I should show that to the public? Maybe that would get views, letting everyone see all the women I now owned, but it could just as easily play badly. I had to think on it.

Where I currently sat was Kaboom Land! An almost fast-food place, though with still flirty waitresses, made in my humble honor. The girl getting my order was almost a perfect lookalike of the used to be famous hero. She had light dark skin with piercing brown eyes and military cut black hair. Her outfit was Downpour's to a T, a single piece swimsuit like get up that had black fabric with bright, sparkling diamonds that covered the upper half, tapering down at the middle to a fine point that reached her crotch, almost making it look like it was supposed to be a star with her arms and head making up points. She was just as lean and strong looking as Downpour had originally looked, everyone knew she could hold her own in a fight. She was a little younger, but not by much, maybe late twenties. Only thing that was off were her small but cute tits. B cups, Downpour was a woman that could give a proper titty fuck, especially now.

"Not yet, I'm sure my guest will be here soon. Now, you are being a bother," I said as playfully as I could but she still thankfully took it the wrong way.

I got an expert look at her very plump ass as she darted away. She was a victim I would have to keep in mind. I sighed deeply and drummed my fingers. The new camera man sure wasn't making the best impression. On the third tap of my fingers though he at last showed up.

It was pretty clear he wasn't trying to impress. Not dressed up by any means, but in a good way. Laid back and relax, he wouldn't stand out too much. I did notice right away he had some kind of pride flag earrings, a different flag in each one, though I didn't recognize what sexualities they were. I chuckled to myself. Ya, Barry, my old camera man, was gay, but he wasn't open about it. This guy had his sex on his sleave, which to me said he was one of them bleeding hearts that meant far to well for this world. It struck me then that maybe that's how I could spice things up.

I could make him part of the show, an actual character for me to talk back and forth with. I would seem a lot more edgy, a lot worse, if I had someone 'nice' to push up against. People loved a hero being torn apart, but the hero didn't have to be a super one. Someone with any morals being kicked around can work just as well.

He walked up to my table. "Levi Penn?" I said looking up at him.

"Kaboom," he responded.

"And I thought I blended right in," I looked down at myself, my villain costume on full display.

"Well, have a seat, you look like some kind of sketchy twunk wanting my boyfriends' number," I stated to see what kind of response I would get.

He didn't give me one, instead simply sitting as told.

"Let's see how well it fits," I said and slipped out a small camera out of the cup of my bra and clipped it to Levi's pocket. It was as small as possible but the best money could buy. Could get almost a days worth of footage before the video had to be backed up. I pressed record as my hand left the camera.

"We're going to record this?" Levi asked, clearly not expecting to be made part of the show.

"I don't see why not."

"Alright, why are we meeting up here?"

"This place has every right to celebrate me, but they still got to pay up for that right. It's the last of the month so I got to collect. I would tend to have them send me the money online, but I figured this was as good a way as any to see me in action. And sometimes, you know, you need the personal touch."

Levi looked around the place for a moment. Several TVs played my sexual misadventures on a constant loop. Downpour's pleads for me to dump yet another load into her could be heard lightly like the soft touch of a night's breeze. Waitresses dressed up like different superheroes I had fucked walked around, taking orders. Yes, it was outlawed very shortly after I had plowed my goliath cock into Course Correction and pumped Ultra Light head first into her womb, but superheroes were used to being outlaws. I fucked a fair number more of them before they gave up proper. But now, the age of the hero really was dead. This place in an odd way was like a last remembrance of it.