Kaboom

Writing Comments and Trigger Warnings: Hopefully you are liking this series so far. If you are new to it please take your time and read the past chapters, you will get lost if you don't.

This chapter of the story, much like all the rest, features very hyper based sex that is not supposed to be physically possible and shouldn't be taken seriously. A lot of kinks are covered in this chapter, namely a giant futa lady the size of a kaiju, non-consent, being filmed without consent, having sex in public, anal sex, a massive monster sized dick, tentacle sex, memory loss and loss of self because of sexual pleasure, being kept as a sex slave, and the dick going all the way through someone(into their butt and out of their mouth).

This chapter's sex scene is my personal fave of the series. Please enjoy!

Chapter 5

Two Years And Four Months After The New World Order

Levi

"Feed me!" Audrey Two started to go into the main section of her musical number.

"Feed me!" I heard Ultra Light chime along, getting fully into the song.

Who could really blame her for liking it, this was Little Shop of Horrors after all. The classic camp horror musical to end all classic camp horror musicals. Yes, I do think it's better then Rocky Horror Picture Show and Repo! The Genetic Opera. Suddenly Seymore is what I'm playing at my funeral when I die, mark my words.

My movie showings at Kaboom's home weren't exactly constant. She only needed me to dog sit every so often and my number one job was still filming her. I was struggling though at keeping her numbers up. She seemed to have a lot more patience with me then all her past cameramen. Maybe she had just gone through all her other options. I refused to think she actually saw me as needed or even wanted. I knew I was just clinging onto this job at this point. That was likely what was making it more easy on me to do these film showings in Kaboom's basement. I knew I wasn't keeping this job anyways, so why try too hard with it?

That and I was dog sitting and editing B footage in sex tapes, what else was I supposed to do? Sometimes I would have the movies play simply as background noise while I got the next youtube video ready for Kaboom. Her held 'wives' liked the showings in any case. They had even started suggesting next films that I could show.

I know where your mind is starting to wander. I'll grow a soul suddenly and try to break them out of their cells, seeing them as real human beings. Well for one thing that suggests they want to leave. I still saw the looks on their faces whenever they saw Kaboom, that hunger in their eyes. They would instantly go back to being nothing more then just sex crazed pets the moment she walked in. I didn't even have to come up with convoluted lies to cover for their self awareness. While Kaboom was around, they didn't have it.

Another issue with your thoughts on my actions is it suggests I'll grow up someday and do the right thing. I'm in my late thirties, I'm done growing, and so is the world. The world has entered into a midlife crisis. I don't listen to the news anymore, nobody does, but if you stop to glance at it everywhere is falling apart now. Crimes are on the rise, always are, and nothing holds them back anymore. The world is literally playing the part of an old man screaming out like a child. It's almost like we needed heroes, but don't tell the big evil futa girl that.

I looked over to Ultra Light, fully into the song playing in the film before us. I smiled; she was a good singer.

Ultra Light

My teeth sunk into the cheeseburger held tightly in my hands. "So good," I said.

"Glad you like it," our guard said. I can't remember his name. Maybe Kaboom told us? It didn't matter.

I only know her name now. That and the fact that I'm Ultra Light, but my name is written on the glass right before me, so that's an easy one. Maybe it should bug me. I had a mom and a dad, I think. My dad didn't like me. Couldn't remember why. He didn't like me liking women? That's just silly. And I was a hero, I saved people. That was all good memories, I was sure, but I didn't have them any longer. I just and only had, being owned, being fucked, being cummed in, being filled, turned into a sex toy, forced to carry children, and jerking off about the idea of that happening to me again and again and again.

My current life must be so much better then my past one. If it wasn't clearly my past life would have stuck with me. But I did like my guard and his old movies that he put on for us. Did he like me? He must, that's why he was doing this for me, it must have been. He must have really liked me. He must have felt he could own me, instead of Kaboom. That's how people worked, right? He must of thought he could make me carry his seed. Felt he could take me away from here. Well, that wasn't going to happen. Only Kaboom had a right to rape me till I moaned for more.

I looked at him, sitting outside of my cell, a flash of anger sparking along my eyes.

"You okay?" he asked. He sounded sad, it sounded real, somehow it seemed like it was.

"I don't want you fucking me!" I said defensively.

He smirked, and then laughed. It was a hard laugh that caught on somehow. I was laughing along with him for some reason, but I wasn't sure why. I thought only Kaboom could make you laugh when she found something funny. Did he have superpowers!?

"No problem there," he said back.

"No problem? None with you fucking me?"

"None."

I was confused. I looked at him very puzzled. "But you have been wanting to join in when Kaboom fills us with her seed. I've seen you cover your pants."

He blushed. "I kept telling myself it wasn't real. I wouldn't be into it if it was, but I don't think I should keep telling myself what isn't real anymore," he didn't really explain at all.

"You're odd," I responded simply.

Then after a pause, "I'm going to get dressed, this is embarrassing," I stated. After that I started looking for my dress, where did I put the thing?

Four Months After The New World Order

Mercury

"He wasn't good for us anyways. The waitress, she spit in our food because of his tips," I argued.

"Don't get self righteous on me! We both know you don't have any control over your powers," mom argued back, her face a light red, her eyes screwed up as she staired daggers into the rearview mirror, looking straight at me.

"He still wasn't any good. And it's not like it killed him," I tried to defend myself.

"He was screaming his lungs out for like five minutes straight Jessy. He said you made him see his dad. He just had a funeral for him two months back."

I huffed. My superpower wasn't exactly the best one. Causing temporary madness and hallucinations to people that were standing around me, ya, not flashy and not at all safe. And I couldn't focus or control it either. I felt it could have been emotion based, but I had no idea. It just went off sometimes and then the people around me, they went really off.

Using a gun though? I could control that; I was a really good shot. It started last year, shortly after I turned nineteen, I was twenty now. I bumped into someone pushing some drugs. I didn't see said drugs as a bad thing, felt I should do them to calm my crazy life down, but this guy had cut his drugs with something stronger and he didn't have any idea what he was doing. He tried to sell them at a party and when someone got so high they stumbled through a glass window, leaving themselves a mess on the floor, he panicked and pulled out his firearm. Swung it around saying he wouldn't be going to the cops over this.

Lucky for me my powers decided not to kick in right then. Instead I was able to kick him in the gut and get the gun off of him. Since then I still had that gun, since then I was walking the streets, trying to save people. I was calling myself Mercury as my superhero name, you know, because mercury poisoning can cause madness, and that's my superpower, causing madness.

I didn't know fully why I was doing it, saving people ya know. Maybe I really did feel bad for making all of mom's past boyfriends leave us. Maybe I felt guilty when I gave people around me a panic attack. I know mom hated me for it. I couldn't fully blame her. She kept glancing at me in the mirror, still seething with anger. I had no idea where she was driving us.

She looked at me sternly, grey hairs touching her black curls here and there. Her glasses snuggly on her nose, sharp and pointed like she was an old witch. I'm exaggerating of course, but she was trying to give that impression to me.

I, on the other hand have very light blue hair that drifts down my shoulders in curly waves, just landing short of my bouncing breasts that do get a lot of looks. I find a bra makes the men less interested and I do love the attention, but to be honest given their size I know pulling these babies back will help out with back pain in the future. Besides for being on the busty side I also have a plump butt, God sure helped me out a lot, but he made me short. Most other women look down on me, but guys seem to think it makes me look cuter. The rest of me is slim and weak looking, I really do need a gun and my powers to fight any kind of crime. I still don't know how I got the gun off the drug dealer. It was the adrenaline; it had to be.

I wore very snug blue jeans and a simple black jacket. I wasn't breaking any trends, but life didn't call for that. My star shaped earrings stood out a little bit more, as did my dark blue nail polish and matching lipstick, but that was mostly it.

The car pulled off into the desert. I had kind of figured we were going out to a casino, but I had no idea why. That was a weak guess though, and I never fully bought it. Ya, we lived in Las Vegas, but we didn't act like it. Besides for us being dysfunctional we were a normal family. As the car bounced on the road and the sun set, it was hard for me to not get worried.

"Mom, where are you taking me?" I asked, a little fear touching my words.

"I can't keep doing this Jessy. I can't keep having you giving me and everyone I know nightmares. And to top it all off I know you're slapping on a mask in the middle of the night and picking fights," mom stated.

"You know?" I asked, a little shocked, but it wasn't that hard to figure out what I was doing.

"Ya, I know. Being a hero now is illegal. I could be locked up for aiding and abetting you, did you, did you ever think about that? Do you care about anyone but yourself?" she went on, her anger being cruel but very calculated, like she had been rehearsing this speech.

"I was just trying to help people."

"I haven't seen any of that, just you being a spoiled brat."

And then there was a bang. Purple light touched the sky; a firework had gone off. You couldn't see it to well because the sun was still setting, but clearly someone wanted to get fully into a show.

"There it is," mom said slyly and turned the car towards the crackling purple lightly tinting the sky.

The vehicle bounced, she was driving way to fast. Two more fireworks went up, one green, one red, they seemed to be leading us. I was scared now, terrified. Where the fuck were we going? What was this leading up to? There was a crowed of people off in the distance now, coming up fast. Some kind of party in the middle of the desert around us.

"You wanted to be a hero did ya? Well, you're going to get to be one," mom said.

I jumped, my hands snapping off my belt and then my body going right to the door on my right. I opened it wide. The ground before me was moving fast. I could leap for it, I may break my leg doing so, tossing myself into a nasty tumble, but I could leap out of this car. I just kind of sat there though as the dirt moved by us swiftly and then I closed the door. The fear of pain just had snuck to deep into my mind.

The car stopped, suddenly jerking still, and it became clear the crowed before us was some kind of party. My mom swiftly turned around and abruptly stuck an envelope in my face. It was pressed right up against my lips and was held there tightly. I grabbed the thing softly, taking it from my mother, holding it tight.

"You take that letter and show it to the people there. Then I'll forgive you for what you did to Frank, for what you have been doing to me," mom said. Frank was her boyfriend and ya, I scared him away, but did I really deserve whatever it was my mother now had in mind?

I got out of the car and started walking towards the party members, head held down low. There wasn't a building in sight, no real landmarks. I would be lost if I was just left here and then I heard my mom's car pulling away. My head lifted up from the dirt before me to see the vehicle back up and then speed away, going farther and farther out of sight. I would never see her again.

At this point several party members were just walking around me, all drinking a beer or smoking a joint. I had no reason now to fallow my mom's instructions of giving them the letter, nothing to gain, no reason whatsoever for me to do as told. I honestly don't know why I kept pressing forward.

I turned back into the crowed, moving past several handfuls of people, all swaying in the night breeze. It was getting dark now, but the party had a few lights set up here and there. Standing in one of them was a man on top of a small stage, a beer held tightly in his hand. He chugged it down and burped out with some force. You could tell the burp was an act, he was playing up a show.

"Thank you all for being here! Welcome, welcome! Have we got a party for you!" he smiled brightly.

My hand shot out with the envelope in it and he quickly grabbed the thing. He opened it and read over it, clearly confused and curious.

"Oh, oh my. Now this is fitting. We had a lot planned for our guest tonight, but something tells me she's going to like this a Hell of a lot more," the man's grin beamed.

He then went onto read the letter out load for everyone at the party to hear.

"Hello, my name is Mercury. I'm a crime fighter out to save the people of this fine city. I have been acting as a do gooder for a year now, and did not stop or attempt to stop my actions when Kaboom came forth and stated it was now illegal to act as one. I went on to put my family at risk through my superhero actions with no care for them or for others. Do know that I am not sorry for this and I will not apologize and if Kaboom wants to stop me she'll have to do it herself," he read off.

Then it started to fully sink in what was actually happening before he could even explain it. He laughed, pocketing the letter, and then he went onto explain it anyways.

"This, Mercury, is Kaboom's party for becoming the world's greatest supervillain. She never did get a proper one, just a fake one set up to try and take her down by the militaries of the world. And that, that's no good. And you, a superhero that doesn't know when to stop, you're the perfect gift to give 'The' Kaboom. She is going to love you. Grab her!" he ordered and then I was suddenly being held by two men standing side by side to me. Their hands grasped down on me tightly, wrapping around my arms, their bodies flanking me.

They lifted me up onto the stage. "Holly shit! Snake!" one of them yelped and quickly let go of me. My powers of insanity actually helped me out for a change, causing him to see things that weren't there.

I ran onto the stage and the two men just stood there confused, the one guy realizing he had been tricked somehow, but he had no idea how. I didn't give him more time to think things over, drawing out my gun from the insides of my jacket. My paranoia was paying off. I waved it around wildly.

"Stand back, all of you!" I cautioned them. The gun was shaking in my hands.

Then a clunk of a boot fell onto the stand. I didn't think, I just turned and fired. One shot, two, three and even four. They would have all ben in the gut of the one approaching me, but instead I didn't even see them land. Did they bounce off of her or did she heal so fast from them that it didn't matter?

"She's a fireball," Kaboom smiled at me as she walked out onto the stage, the bullets I shot her with having no effect. She stood there striking as ever in her red and yellow outfit.

"I would say, what do you want to do with her?" the 'spokesman' of the party and reader of the letter asked.

"Oh, I have ideas Komodo," Kaboom said back.

I recognized the name Komodo. He tried to kidnap a politician once and did a handful of other crimes. I remembered Downpour beating him up really badly once. This was some kind of supervillain party. Of course one would be held right now. It had to be in Kaboom's honor.

She quickly yanked the gun out of my grip and started pulling me away and off the stage. "This wont be nearly big enough for me when we're done," she said slyly.

"Back away, back away, let's give you all a good show," she added on as she started dragging me out into the desert.

The many party members started backing up as one more firework crackled in the distance, filling the sky with a light glowing green.

"Strip," she ordered simply.

I looked around. The party guests, there was a lot more of them now then I originally registered. I was being gawked at by a mob, but they were doing as told, backing well away. Kaboom, she was going to fuck me like she did all the other superheroes. My body and mind tingled a bit at some of the extreme sexual acts I saw her do online, but this would be my first time.

Bobby, he grabbed my butt and squeezed it way to hard once he got me naked. I kicked him off of me, it was easy to do as he thought there was a spider with his mom's head crawling on me, and I ran out of there, quickly getting dressed. That was at the same party where I got my gun, maybe that added to my adrenaline. I like guys looking at me, undressing me with their eyes. I love guys that want to snuggle into me; I just don't like guys that want more then that. I think I work differently with women, but I hadn't gotten that far yet.

Little to say I did not want handling a cock that would end up being well, and I mean well over more then ten times my size to be my first time. If I ever needed my powers it was now, and this really registered for me as Kaboom tossed my gun to the watching crowed.

I looked at her, tried to remember the feelings that ran through me earlier that day with Frank, my mother's boyfriend. Tried to recreate them, pulled deep from myself and focused. One of the party members turned and ran, he was screaming as he pushed past some of the on lookers.

"Witch, witch!" he shouted out like he was stuck in an old black and white monster movie.

I watched him go; my power didn't impact anyone else. "I did that," I said dryly, I could have said it in shock like all I could do was that, but it didn't sound that way. It sounded like I was trying to threaten, but weakly.

"You can drive people crazy?" Kaboom asked, smiling still. I felt a slight chuckle creep into my throat. When she found something funny she could make other people find it funny. Her powers changing with her emotions.

I nodded.

"Your powerless then. One of my few constant abilities that is always the same no matter how I feel is nobody can ever affect my mood. I would count driving me crazy in that category. And with that in mind, strip. Strip for everyone here. They all want a show, they're going to get one," Kaboom said.

Kaboom! Ch. 05

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