Kaboom

Writing Comments and Trigger Warnings: Thanks as always to the editor. This chapter is a bit more character break down and plot set up then the last two. The extreme kinks are still throughout, but it's a lot more build up to what will be chapter Chapter 4. If you have not read the past chapters please do so.

There are as always a lot of kinks that are showcased in this work. It is all hyper and purposely over the top, not to be taken seriously by any means. Some of the kinks featured here are extreme breast expansion, being made to be naked in public places, being filmed while having sex, being turned into a sex slave, mind degrading caused by sexual pleasure, non-consent, a giant futa lady the size of a kaiju, being bathed in cum, and lastly people being forced inside of a massive penis.

I do hope you enjoy this latest chapter of Kaboom and her latest set of crimes and sexual misadventures.

Chapter 3

Levi

I got it all on tape. Every bit of it fully filmed. Not well by any means. Like, I was sitting on the floor in a stunned silence for the most part. Back when I was young, way back, I couldn't handle sex ed in school. Just felt to far away from myself. Later on I started to see it as more and more comedic, there was a short time I was into really raunchy comedies. I grew out of it pretty quick when I saw my first horror flick. I was a late bloomer into that but I took the first big plunge with Death Becomes Her, I was sold on horror ever since. Good pure camp flick there.

Sorry to change the topic on you. As you can tell I'm still in a very real sense that little embarrassed kid that I used to be. The embarrassment did hit, but really it was just panic, being there, sitting down on the floor, my back pressed against the closed door. Then I felt overwhelmed, not sure how to function. I still got it all filmed though. I tried to focus more and more on their bodies, blocked out more and more of the woman pleading to Kaboom to stop raping her. Really focused in on just their naked forms. Focused in on their parts, and the extremes of it all.

After all, I'm into ideas, not people, so it helped to see them as objects. If they're people I'm not into it. Yes, my asexual card is still safely kept. My eyes lingered more and more on the wet lips of Debby's, the boss's, dripping sex. They lingered more and more on the ever expanding breasts of the waitress. Her tits were so large now, so full, next to bursting with Kaboom's seed.

This wasn't real to me anymore, none of this was. Sex wasn't actually like this. This was an absurd fantasy, well beyond what was possible for humanity. It wasn't real sex, it wasn't people I knew, it was just moving bodies propped up in extreme ways, detached from reality by doing so, that I could handle.

That I could handle too well. My pants tented as I sat on the floor and I had to pull my legs in close to my crotch to cover it. It struck me that if Kaboom got a single hint at all that I found this in anyway arousing I would be out of this job instantly. Ya, people didn't last long working with Kaboom, but less then two hours? That would be a new record.

After cuming for a third time Kaboom's tentacles retracted back into her shaft. It closed back up and she started to shrink back down. She yanked out the boss from the waitress's vagina. Said waitress was exhausted, breathing hard, almost fully out of it.

"My pussy's so wonderfully wrecked, and my tits,..." she looked over herself.

Her boobs were resting under her hips at this point. Her areolas were almost the size of her head, her nipples stood out, open wide, cum leaking out of them in big and thick globs. Her hands could not stretch out far enough to hold them back, instead they sunk into the flesh. She grabbed at her squishy and overwhelming breasts, squeezing them and smiling. She was molesting herself, clearly wanting her assault to continue.

My dick was feeling far too hard at this point, but luckily Kaboom seemed to have had her fill.

"You're coming with me. You'll make a good mother now," Kaboom said bluntly but softly to the waitress and she weakly nodded, fully out of it.

Kaboom

"Turn the camera off," I stated as matter of fact as I possibly could.

Levi fidgeted with his shirt pocket, sitting across from me in the car, my hands tightly hugging the wheel. The waitress rested herself in the back seat, still butt naked. She had felt no shame, only aroused want, as we had led her out of Kaboom Land and to my car. Her boss wanted me to own her as well, but she was far to wanting from the start. It was best to break a woman in a bit. That way I could turn them into what I wanted. I glanced in the rearview mirror seeing her trying helplessly to suckle at her own breasts. This would have made me smile, but not now. All I could feel right now was rage.

"I,... I don't know how," Levi said back, a look of a puzzled child on his face.

"Oh for fuck sake," my hand lashed out and turned the thing off.

"Who for God sake ripped out your fucking spinal cord?" I asked, spit shooting out of my mouth. I was rightfully letting the anger take over. A bone like horn slightly poked out of the right side of my forehead, little white bumps grew out along my shoulders and arms.

"What does that mean?" Levi asked back, almost like he was caught off guard. Was he playing stupid or what?

"You were supposed to try to stop me, or call me out, or something. You buckled, record time."

"I didn't know you wanted me to."

"I shouldn't of had to ask! She wanted help and you were just standing there. Like how thick did I have to be?"

"She liked it when you were done."

"That's my talking point. For fuck sake, everyone is a sycophant these days."

"Isn't that what you want?"

"Well,... yes, but not every day. And besides I can't be edgy and get my numbers up if I can't play against anyone."

"It will play fine. You, you, well,... you did that to her," Levi gestured at the woman as she squeezed down on one of her breasts, cum spurting out wildly. She tried to lick at the seed as if she were a dog.

We were driving now, heading to my home. Levi's car was left behind at the restaurant. He could walk for the hour to get to the thing for all I cared. Fuck, he would pay for a uber. You needed a back bone to walk; fucker didn't have that.

The car itself that we were in was a fixer upper, all my cars were. It was a rusty red hatchback full of plenty of space. A good twenty years old, but still more then well enough made to get the job done. I have hobbies, just like anybody else. You have to have them and I liked fixing things, making them better. Pulling stuff apart, putting them back together. Getting my hands nice and dirty. Sometimes I saw people that way, a lot of times I saw people that way. But there was no fixing my camera man here.

"What happened to you? Do you just not care about anything?" I asked him honestly.

"You happened! Nobody cares about anything, not now," he said back. That caught me off guard and it actually shut me up for a moment as I tried to think about a retort.

After a long pause I talked back. "Eight million. This video and any of the videos you post in the future getting less likes then that and you're out of the job. You'll have a month to get them that high after you post them. Being hell of understanding here. That and everything you film better be top of the line and you best play up well for the camera. I want people to like you. Actually be a good person, someone people can stand by."

He laughed but quickly silenced himself. I guess the idea of me trying to make a good person out of him was just too ridiculous for him to process. Whatever, I didn't care what he thought. He was just a yes man anyways.

I pulled the car into my driveway. Kind of like my car my home isn't to special, though it's backyard is hell of a spacious, full to the brim with different cars being pulled apart and put back together. That and a full swimming pool I had installed. The house itself is two stories. It would be spacious enough for a family of four, but with just me and my two dogs there is a tone of room. Of course there is all the women I own but they're all locked away and hidden in my basement. The children I bred out of them? I had to put them in a different house, that with a small staff of four people taking care of them. That house was just as shabby as this one, not paying extra money, but an extra story taller. Lot of kids called for more space. This house, it's a dark blue, blending in with the late-night sky just before the darkness sets in. Looking old and somber, it's a just nice enough home and that's all I ever wanted.

"You live here?" Levi asked.

"The six-story golden mansion that I got up on my personal website is a photoshopped eyesore. Who would actually in their right mind live there?" I explained.

"Anything for the views," Levi said softly.

"Anything for the views," I agreed and started to pull myself out of the car.

I fished my new to be baby maker out of the car. Her naked form quickly placed her chest purposely against me, her massive jugs pressing against me, holding me tight for a moment in a loving embrace. I could hear the slosh of my seed within them. I licked her right breast for a moment; you can't really help yourself in that kind of situation. My horns and spikes quickly vanished, the idea of a good fuck always being the best way to calm me down.

"Put babies in me, put babies in me!" she was pleading. She was right, I hadn't cum in her pussy yet, but I would in time. She would have many children for me; there was nothing to worry about there.

"Let me show you to your new home first. Let you get settled in," I said kindly as I fished myself out of the loving embrace of her massive tits.

She nodded wildly and I took her into my home. I unlocked the door and Blizzard as well as Dazzle came running out. They are both Borzois dogs with blinding white mains, tall and slim forms, sharp noses and extremely swift moving bodies. They are so slender and almost surreal in how they look, striking is the right word, and well worth their upkeep cost. They're Elegant and royal dogs, but none the less like to be playful. Obviously, they are my preferred breed.

"Leash them up," I ordered Levi. He did so without protest despite the fact that the two dogs were wildly kissing him at that moment. They were far to loving.

"Keep fallowing," I stated to my new and understanding whore.

She kept herself behind me, her next to bursting breasts often pushing up against my back. We reached the door in the side of the staircase that was leading up to the second level. The wood of said door was warn, grey, old looking. It creaked bad when you opened it. The thing had two locks on it. One you needed a key for, one a keypad where you needed a code. I had both. I slipped the key in, did the keypad, the year that I got out of my old home, took on my new and proper name. Once the door was opened the waitress, I would never bother to find out her name and within a week she would forget it, was fallowing me down the steps.

They creaked under foot, the wood seeming like it could buckle with ease. You had to be carful with your steps, there was no railing, but if you took your time they would lead you down to the basement. They stopped on smooth pavement with a crummy washing and drying machine right next to them. After that and with a quick turn to their right was a set of cement steps leading down to the expanded-out area in the basement that I had constructed.

This set of steps was a small walk in of themselves, leading down to a spacious, but sometimes not spacious enough by any means, thirty-foot tall room. The place itself was not made for looks or comfort, simple grey got the job done just fine, and there were several jobs here to get done after all. There was a small computer set up in the back, camera feeds from this room and the front door of the home running into it. It could be used to edit videos, but the one in the upstairs study was far better fitted for that. Other then that there was the theater style screen on the other side of the room with a handful of seats for perfect viewing before it. Currently it was off, but it was the best possible way to see my marvelous exploits. And then of course there were the cages.

Nine in all, made of reinforced bullet proof glass several lairs thick, each with locks needing my thumb print. A light blue glow lingering over all of them from the crystal held in the middle of the room. I didn't need it anymore, but that was Downpour's weakness, Unknown Element Seventeen, she could have just smashed her way out of her cell without it. That crystal made her weaker, like she was still superhuman but way lower on the power scale and her lightning powers were turned off. The cells themselves had a bed, a sink and a mirror, some shelves for keep sakes, and that's about it. Originally I was going to slap some books in said shelves to give them something to do, but their minds are so dumbed down by my cum I don't think they can even read anymore. Instead they contain an assortment of sex toys, all the needed things, dildoes, anal beads, and stuff that's far less run of the mill. That's for my enjoyment really, they can't seem to cum unless I'm fucking them. Written on each cell is the name of the hero locked up within. My little trophy room. With this new wanting inmate I would have eight of the nine cells filled, almost a full set. Of course this new one wasn't a proper hero, so I would just leave her cell blank.

At that thought Levi reached the bottom of the first set of stairs.

"You like what you see?" I asked him as he looked around from behind.

They were naked, all of them. They were allowed to wear simple white dresses with nothing underneath, but they never bothered with even that. I had topped up each of their breasts several times since capturing them. I looked over to Ultra Light. Her tits reached down to just bellow her thighs now. They pressed up against the glass in her cage, her nipples open wide, cum leaking out, it never seemed to get dry. You could, it you wanted to, and sometimes I did, fit your fist into the gaping holes of her tits and pull out a cum covered hand. Lick off the meal nice and good. I realize how vain that makes me, I love that about myself. So the tits are perfect for fucking and fucking well. Her hands could not reach the ends of them, instead they often would just squeeze and prod at them, reaching a good bit after the mid section. Due to her breast largeness one could hardly make out the baby bump Ultra Light was currently supporting, but she was supporting one all the same.

I turned around and faced Levi. "I got a second home for the daycare. That's where their kids are kept. I have to keep them separate most of the time, but if they act good enough and I can actually get them dressed, then they can visit them. I do currently have a small staff, four of them, managing the children."

"How many kids do you have?" Levi asked.

"Currently that house is holding fourteen, but Downpour will be giving birth again in a few months and everyone here except for Bobcat and the new girl is with child, and I'll be fixing that issue with the both of them tonight. But, I can tell you right now, I have way more kids then just fourteen," I explained.

"Yes, I make a good mommy!" Bobcat called out from her cell. Her massive breasts pushing up against the glass of her prison. All the women here I had seen to improving.

The new whore grabbed onto me once more, letting her breasts wonderfully wrap around my body. "Fix that issue right now!" she demanded as they enveloped me.

I stepped back, grabbed her right breast hard, and started suckling. She yelped in intense pain but came all the same, her pussy shooting out her juices onto the floor. She cued softly as I started to gulp down my seed. So thick, big long and deep chugs, filling me well. I breathed for a moment after I was done.

"You keep pushing me around and it will be anal sex for a week. No baby making at all," I threatened.

"But I want both," she said back.

I yanked her tit hard in response and she yelped once again. Next to dragging her by her breast I led her to her personal cell, opened the door and she walked inside. I closed the door behind her and it swiftly locked.

"If we filmed it, me knocking up Bobcat and the hero want to be, how you think that would play?" I honestly asked Levi.

He walked up beside me and looked over the cells before him. He read over the names on each superhero that I had captured and taken as my own. Downpour, Speedball, Bobcat, Course Correction, The Scarlet Fox, Mercury and Ultra Light, all I had collected over the two years of my current rain. They had all struggled against me, all tried to remain heroes despite my orders, and I had broke each of them. Rebuilt them and made them better, much like I did with my cars. I looked over their forms, as they pressed their bodies against their cells.

"Please Kaboom, we need your seed," Course Correction was starting to plead and everyone was in turn starting to moan with want. I could feel myself grow a foot and my cock start to slide out from under my skirt.

"This is a lot different then what everyone else has seen. Like, you have more then a dozen kids in some random house, likely kept as props. Not sure how that's going to play," Levi said back to me.

"Ya, didn't think about that part. You aren't going to be filming them. You can't make me look like a good mom, but I'm sure people will ask questions. Seeing this lets everyone start to fill in blanks"

"Ya, they'll be asking a butt load of questions. They'll want to know how you treat all these women," Levi wondered

"I give them all the seed they beg me for. So they're well treated."

"But they're in cages."

"Of course they are. They are kind of, well, look at them. Cum mad is the term I'm going to go with. They are hardly smarter then animals now, only ever wanting sex. They can't be expected to function anymore. Can't be expected to get dressed. It's an extreme effort to get them behaved well enough to see their kids."

Levi put a hand to Ultra Light's cell as her eyes were wandering over my body, her mouth drooling. "Do they, do they know who they are anymore?"

"Not seeing why that matters," I stated back.

Three Months After The New World Order

Speedball

We hit the ground hard. I tried to slow down, tried to take it easy, but still hit it hard none the less. The metal around us made that odd echo, I knew it well, the sound the crusher made when it got done with an old car. My head, it was ringing at this point from the impact, and I was used to this shit. I pushed down on my feet, the red locks holding them in place turning a bright green, letting them free. My hands as well were instantly let go. I felt my right hand a bit, rubbed it good, it was going to be sore tomorrow.

"Everyone okay?" I asked.

The four civilians nodded, still strapped in. I walked over to the man that I had pulled out of his home right before a car was sent into it by the moving waters.

"Sorry for your house," I said, looking down, knowing I could have done better.

"It was a house," he said back.

I nodded, unbuckled him, unbuckled all of them, opened the hatch and they wandered out. I fallowed behind but stayed standing in the entrance. Got a good look around, we were currently on an abandoned baseball court, miles away from the hurricane that had put these lives in jeopardy.

I'm one of them tech heroes. I'm the best of the tech heroes, at least I think so. Of course there is no competition, not anymore. My vehicle, what I'm named after, she's a beaut. A big red, shiny, metallic ball, able to hover and move around on jet propulsion. She's reinforced several times over; you would need well over a dozen tanks smacking her ass just to make a dent. And she can magnetize too. Suck the hand gun right out of the criminal's hands. Of course you could always slam into someone with the thing, but that, that was instant death. I had to save that for the city destroying monsters.

Kaboom! Ch. 03

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