The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Lugnut Lewdly: Origin Story

By Paladin

The well-built nude figure stirred in the middle of the field. He moaned a bit and held his head. “That went well.” he muttered with a sarcastic tone. Looking around, he noted the unusual light blue sky, light green grass, and pale sun. “Where the donut am I?” His voice was deep and powerful, and caught him by surprise. “What the eclair is going on here?” He stood up and looked at his groin in shock. “Bu... bu... My god, that thing is enormous!”

Lugnut looked at his large, powerful hands, made a massive bicep bulge out on his arm, checked out his muscled abs and pecs, flexed his large and strong-looking feet and rippling legs, and looked again at the almost ridiculously huge cock and balls that were just lying there. “OK, ok... what happened? Man, I LOVE this new voice!” He said to himself in a deep rumble. “My name is Lugnut Lewdly. I am seventeen years old... but I look like about, what... mid-twenties now? I was a dumpy kid just a moment ago. I... I was kinda short for my age, and definitely overweight- pecan rolls, let’s face it, I was honeybuns fat! I was pale [said as he examined the deep tan on his flawless skin] and wore glasses [which he confirmed he was no longer wearing or needed]. I had all these nasty zits that I couldn’t get rid of... [and his fingers slid smoothly over what felt like a face defined by chiseled planes and muscles.]

“I was teasing the Basements and Bunyips group again about always playing that dumb game... and they... they shoved me in the trasherator and closed the door. My god, someone must have activated it! I always wondered what happened to stuff at the ‘transport’ setting. I guess it could have been worse- it could have been on ‘compact’. But where the bearclaws AM I? This sure as donuts isn’t Neonia any more. I... I must be in an alternate dimension! This is SOOOO COOL! I’ve been transported to a new dimension and given a new body! I wonder if I have super powers of some sort? I wonder... well, actually I wonder why I’m monologuing? No one is listening, so why the cinnamon rolls am I talking?”

Lugnut looked around and felt rather exposed in the open like this, all nude and everything, so he walked to the nearby woods. As soon as he entered the shade, he felt a little different. It was a bit cooler and darker, but that wasn’t it. He stepped back into the sunlight and felt his body seem to absorb the energy in the light. Interesting. This certainly seemed like some sort of super power. You see, Lugnut was not a Role-Playing Games nerd, he was a Superhero Dork, a really smart one, and he knew everything about the great heros- The Resistor, The Rodent, Cadillac of Doom, Dino-Man, and the rest. He also knew the Superhero Rules. Without thinking, Lugnut Lewdly started to go over the rules.

“Well, ‘a superhero is taller than the average person’. I am a lot taller than I used to be, and everything else around here looks similar in scale to Neonia, so I would bet that I am taller than most people here... if there are other people here. Check.”

“’Superheros have names that both start with the same sound’. At least my name fits that standard, although I always thought my brother Noxiousness had the cooler name.”

“’Superheros have cool, vaguely ridiculous origins that reveal what the culture or creator finds scary’. Hmmm, a dork getting shoved in a trash disposer isn’t very cool. But, ‘falling into an inter-dimensional portal’ is pretty neat. I wonder if it reveals a fear of technology, or environmental issue, or maybe our species deep fear of ‘the other’. Huh. I also wonder if other superhero origins are whitewashed. Maybe the Rodent was running from bullies when he tripped and fell into that rat-infested pit under his parent’s mansion. Interesting thought. I’ll have to pursue it sometime.”

“’Superheros have powers beyond others, although the power may be based on technology or great genes. Superior strength is usually involved.’ I’m certainly very strong [as he broke off a branch thicker than his wrist effortlessly], and at least somewhat invulnerable [as he jammed the broken stick against his skin without pain or damage.] I’ve always sort of wondered about other powers, though. How did Bronzor discover he could manipulate bronze, or how the pastry did The Arachnid figure out how to spin a web of any size from his butt? This will take some experimentation.”

“’Superheros have a weakness that can be exploited, most often an external element.’ That’s another thing that is going to take some checking into. it’s going to frost my muffins if it turns out I am fatally allergic to something like milk.

“’Superheros fight supervillians and individuals, not so much issues, ideologies, or companies- no matter how evil.’ Well, that should be easy. By the Rules, my presence here should somehow draw the attention of any supervillians. Of course, as far as I know, we did not have supervillians on Neonia. I wonder if they have any here?” Lugnut pushed the corollary, ‘Superheros rarely totally defeat their enemies’ out of his mind for now.

“’Superheros fight for ‘good’ ideals- truth, justice, honor, puppies, etc.’ Easy enough. I’m a nice guy.”

“’Superheros... Dang. I’m monologuing again. I’m also getting uncomfortable in the woods naked like this... and why am i still talking?” Lugnut looked around and tried to look ‘harder’ somehow, hoping to kick in some sort of enhanced vision powers. He saw a ripple- yes! A heat ripple rising off something warm. That could be a useful power! He started to jog towards the heat source, and fell to running, then to running flat out. It felt wonderful to exert himself like this! He felt the air tear at his skin and the ground passing in a blur and wondered how fast he was going. While he was distracted, he tripped over a rock and started to plummet through the air uncontrollably.

“AAAAAAARRRRRRAAAAAaaaahhhh....” He was screaming, until he noticed he wasn’t falling, but he was spinning in a way that was going to make him puke. He stuck out arms and legs until he was under control. Now, how the glazed donut did one land? As he was contemplating this, he barreled through a house, which barely slowed him down. Plowing into the earth on the other side sure stopped him though. He climbed out of the crater he made and was amazed to see that dirt was not sticking to his tan, almost glowing skin. He brushed off some imaginary flakes and ‘looked’ at the house. He could ‘see’ disruptions caused by wires and metal pipes, a glowing in what he assumed was a water heater and an oven, and a brightly colored human-looking figure huddled behind a door. he also saw the almost perfectly circular hole he had made through the house. At least he missed electrical and plumbing elements. He took a big sigh- way to impress the locals.

He knocked on the door. “Hello? Are you OK?” His new voice reverberated in his chest nicely. It felt sooo cool! He almost giggled. “Ahem, are you OK?” He repeated, trying the doorknob, which broke off in his hand. Great. He ducked a bit under the doorway and entered the house, moving towards the hiding figure in the bathroom. He gently tapped the door, which nonetheless shivered mightily. “Hello, are you OK? Do you need help?”

“Go away!” Shouted a shrill, terrified voice, which Lugnut quickly realized he should not understand, unless they spoke in Neonian Standard... or that annoying sci-fi flick error is right and all aliens DO speak your language by some amazing coincidence or plot hole.

“Please calm down and come out.” Lugnut asked nicely. A second later, a calm-looking young woman stepped out.

“Who the hell are you?” She asked, calmly, but still irritated. Lugnut was briefly confused as to why she seemed to use a fried breakfast sweet as a cuss word, but assumed he misheard.

Lugnut struck a heroic pose. “I am Lugnut Lewdly, hero and champion for truth and rightness.”

The woman started to giggle uncontrollably, and Lugnut suddenly realized that striking heroic poses while naked was probably not a good idea.

“Please stop laughing.” Lugnut mumbled, somewhat deflated. She sobered up quickly.

“You destroyed my house! What the fuck! Why the hell am I so calm about this?” She asked, calmly. Lugnut was wondering the same thing- and there was the weird use of ‘hell’ again, as well as ‘fuck’. It made him hungry. He could go for a couple hells right now, maybe with sprinkles- no, with chocolate frosting! Oooh. Or maybe a nice blueberry fuck, warm and dripping with butter... His stomach rumbled mightily.

“It was an accident.” he said. “I’ll put a tarp on it for the night and fix it all up for you tomorrow. That will be OK, right?” She was nodding her head absently as Lugnut watched closely. “In fact, I should probably stay here for the night so I can get an early start, huh?” She was nodding again, then seemed to snap out of it.

“Damn right you are staying here, Buster. You’ll sleep in the barn... I mean basement... I mean den so you can fix all this. I...” She drifted off a bit as Lugnut was focusing some thoughts at her. “I have some clothes you can wear of my dad’s in the closet, and I’ll make you something to eat. You must be hungry.” Lugnut was amazed at the new power he was showing- some sort of mind control- cool! Of course, the girl was kind of plain and scrawny in some places, and thick in others. Not his type at all. Still, it would be helpful to have a friend who knew this place. He went to the closet and found some plain work clothes that fit well enough and got a tarp from the barn to pull over the holes for the night. His ability to leap high came in handy for that... although he did poke another hole in the roof when he landed a bit hard and shoved a leg through. Muffins!

By the time he was done, she called him to supper. It wasn’t fancy, mostly reheated leftovers, but Lugnut was famished. He figured his new body needed a lot of calories to do the stuff he was doing. He vaguely wondered how the really super superheros powered their metabolisms. She kept bringing food and he kept eating. Soon the fridge was empty, then the pantry, then even the spice rack. He even ate the old cat food with gusto. He was hoping she had some of the damns she had mentioned, even the lemon-creme filled ones would taste good right now. Eclair it all to donut! He was still hungry!

As he lay back, undoing the belt of the now too-tight pants, he suddenly thought of something. “By the way, what is your name?”

“I’m Paula. Paula Paulson.” Lugnut’s ears perked up at the Superhero Rule-friendly name even as she complained about her father’s sick sense of humor. Paula went off to lock herself in her bedroom, and Lugnut shuffled off to go to sleep.

The next day dawned brightly and found Lugnut hard at work when Paula stumbled out of her room. She watched in amazement as he effortlessly pushed the soil back into the crater he made and delicately replaced the grass. She went in for her shower as Lugnut made an important discover. He could influence the grass’s growth! If he visualized what he wanted the grass to do, it did it! There were limits- the laws of conservation of mass and energy still applied, but he could actually make the grass absorb light and nutrients faster to carry out his bidding. He was playing with making grass that bloomed roses or grew like a tree before he got back to work and had the grass reseed itself over the damage, then speed grow to match the old grass. Interesting. He tried it with the bushes, then with some bugs he saw, and it worked for all of them.

When Paula was ready, they started on the house and quickly discovered that Lugnut could carry any load, break up any materials, and not be hurt by anything they did. He found that he could ‘convince’ broken boards and organic materials to re-weave themselves. He discovered that he had some limited effects on other natural materials like rock, and less ability to manipulate things like metal. He could drive nails with his fingertip, crease metal with his nails, run a handsaw so fast the blade would vaporize, and so forth. Noon found the jobs done and Lugnut looking tired and pale. “Hungry. Is there any more food left?” Paula admitted there was not only no more food, but she was too broke to buy much right now. Then she had an idea.

“Come on.” She helped him to her car and they headed for a local Western-themed bar and grill. The Longhorn was moderately famous for its Big Challenge Dinner- a giant steak with tons of sides and a huge drink, easily enough to feed six hungry people. It was free if you finished it, and you got $50 if you did it in under an hour. Getting a table, Paula asked the waitress if she ordered two Big Challenges, could her friend finish off any she didn’t eat? The waitress checked with the manager who chuckled as he approved the deal. “Tell you what, my dear. If you two finish off both your dinners in an hour, I’ll even double the winnings bonus!” The bar nearby cheered the challenge.

Not quite a half-hour later, the tabletop was immaculately clean- Lugnut had even licked the delicious sauce off the plates (Paula had a potato and some of the salad). The stunned manager was handing over two crisp $100 bills as the other patrons settled their own bets. The waitress fainted away when Lugnut asked to see the dessert menu. They passed an Indian casino on the way home and pulled in for the ‘all you can eat’ buffet. By the time the manager took Paula aside to explain that ‘all you can eat’ does not really mean exactly that, Lugnut had polished off a big chunk of the entree line. Lugnut noticed the games of chance. Paula took him to some of the tables, just to get him away from the food. He was entranced by it all and asked to borrow a hundred bucks. Hours later, he was semi-politely escorted to the doors with his thick stack of winnings.

“How did you do that?” Paula asked. Lugnut explained that he noticed that he had a few more powers he had not noticed before. He could affect the movement of the dice a little (after all, they were plastic). He could see little things, like the reflection of cards in people’s eyes, and so on.

‘Easy peezy, lemon squeezy’ he had said, quoting one of the other gamblers. He said some of the wagering processes and rules messed him up a little, but otherwise it was not a big deal. The weird lighting in the place also made him feel woozy and sometimes confused him. “I’ll do better next time. Oh, and here is your $100, and will this cover the food I ate, these clothes, and the stuff I broke but couldn’t fix?” He peeled off about $9,000 to hand over and went back to the buffet.

“It’s a good start.” Paula said, dazed. She drove them home much later, after some extensive and expensive grocery shopping, She fell asleep after putting the bare minimum away, not really worrying much about Lugnut. She probably should have. Lugnut discovered that he really wasn’t tired. He was sitting up, thinking and slowly rubbing his cock absent-mindedly. Predictably, his thoughts drifted and he remembered some earlier scenes of her seemingly doing what he asked, and of what he did with the plants and lumber.

“Paula, I want you to stay asleep, but come down here before me.” He said and thought, forcibly. A moment later, he was amazed to hear her get out of bed and stumble down the stairs. In a moment, she was standing before him in her flimsy nightie- apparently sound asleep. He gently pushed her into the couch and looked at her carefully. He noticed that what was attractive in his world seemed to be attractive here as well, and Paula was a few notches below ‘cute’. “How old are you, Paula?” He asked.

“Twenty-five.” She mumbled. He asked her about her measurements, her relationships, her recent sexual history and more. He learned that she thought she was unattractive, with what she called a ‘pudgy pathetic 36A-32-36 body, 5′4″ tall, 140lbs. No boyfriend, little remaining family and none nearby or that she was close to. Not a virgin but no sex in the last few years. He prompted her to continue her story and she wove a tale of personal and family problems that culminated with her owning the old family farmhouse and having a small trust that helped her but having a part-time job she hated at a local store to pay the bills. Her story both touched Lugnut, and made him excited that his plans might work nicely.

“Paula, I want you to listen to me. You want me to use my powers to change you. You want to be changed, it excites you, it arouses you. You will love to have me change you and you will crave more. You trust me completely and will do anything I ask. You feel pleasure when you obey me, and you feel ill if you disobey, even a little. You have a huge crush on me, in fact, you love me and are hoping we will have passionate sex. You know that all of this is true, don’t you?” He was excited as she confirmed his instructions. “Paula, I want you to wake up now, but be relaxed and comfortable with things happening around you now.”

“Ummm, Oh, Lugnut! What am I doing here? Oh well, no big deal I guess.” She said as she grew warm in her private places. “Uh, Lugnut, can I ask you a question?” She said. When he said sure, she continued. “What you did with the grass and wood and stuff- can you do it to people as well?” When he explained that he was not sure and had not tried, she pressed on. “Well, could you experiment on me?” She asked coyly. When Lugnut asked what she meant, she replied “Well, I was wondering if you could maybe help me lose some weight and maybe be taller and stuff.” He echoed ‘stuff?’ and she got shy. “You know, make things better, make me (mumble).” Lugnut smiled as he asked her to repeat herself. “Make me prettier, sexier. You know, hot!” She finally admitted. “All my life, I’ve been ignored. It would be nice to be pretty, even if it is only for a little while.”

“When would you like to start?” He asked. She clapped her hands in joy and had him follow her to her bedroom with the full-length mirror.

“First, make me taller, say about 5′10″ to start.” He laid his hands on her shoulders and she felt a warm buzz throughout her body as she started to grow. It was happening slowly, and seemed to happen mostly in her legs, torso, and neck. She stood up straighter. With her weight redistributed like this, she already felt better and thought she looked better, but she wanted more. Oh, God how she wanted more. She was getting all tingly just thinking about it.

“I want my hair to be...” She started...

Lugnut cut her off. “Let’s tie your hair off out of your face and deal with it after we do your face, OK?” She nodded agreement, biting her lip.

OK, let’s start with my feet and legs, OK?” When he nodded, she sat on the bed and continued. “I guess tiny feet would be silly on my new height- how small do you think we can go safely?” He adjusted her feet a bit. he was not intimately familiar with girl’s shoe sizes, but he guessed she would be about a 9 or so. He sat at her feet and concentrated on what he liked in feet- which was odd since he had not really thought of it before. Paula suggested something interesting... “Why don’t we use the computer to search for photos and ideas?” Lugnut was not sure what a ‘cum-pewter’ was and she opened up an interesting device similar to the ordinators they used on Neonia. She went to what she called the ‘intern-net’ or something, which looked a lot like what he would have called the ‘Agora’, from an old word meaning gathering place. The principals seemed similar, however, although this ‘intern net’ seemed to be much more geared to sex and rubbish than it was on his world.

Finding a foot fetish site, they scrolled through dozens of feet before a pair caught Lugnut’s eyes. Using them as a template, he quickly mapped them to Paula’s body. As he did, he also boosted the number of nerve endings slightly and strengthened the muscles overall. In fact, he set a part of his mind to improve her overall musculature and bodily systems, strengthening her bones, improving digestive efficiency, boosting the immune system, and so forth- in some cases following Neonia standard medical protocols to prevent many diseases Earthlings still suffered from. Back to her feet, he made the toes smooth and perfect, the shape of the arch and ankles cute, and so on.

“Ummm, wonderful, Lugnut! That feels so good! Let’s do my legs next, OK?” Another search revealed thousands of legs. Lugnut was becoming enthralled with the possibilities. He mapped this pair of ankles, this pair of magnificent curvy calves, these adorable knees- without quite understanding what made ‘this’ pair so adorable. Thighs were lush without being fat- somehow the curves were sexy in themselves. He mapped them all over and had her stretch out her new long legs. She did so with a gentle moan. He stroked them and examined them closely, adjusting skin tone and texture, tweaking the overall look. One thing he noticed is the slightly shiny silky smoothness of most of the photos, so he incorporated this into the design as well- he first tried eliminating the hair follicles, but that messed things up somehow, so he just made the hairs very pale and fine. He also snuck in a slightly shortened tendon that would encourage her to want to walk in heels. (Many of the photos were of women in heels, and they excited him, so he incorporated that as well.) He set the skin tones to a healthy creamy pinkish color to counter her slightly leathery skin damaged by the years of sun.

The waist, hips, and buttocks were next. He had her stand up as they ‘surfed the net’, which brought up a ridiculous image in Lugnut’s mind he had to shake off before they continued. The ‘twin teardrop/upside down heart’ shape appealed to him, and he found he really liked it when there was a small dimple at the top and a hint of a crease at the bottom. He also mapped in the fine hairs to get the same silky skin textures, and played with the ratio of fat and muscle to make them firm but rounded- slightly shiny as if over-packed. Oh, god, perfect! Some gentle tweaks to the overall shape and how they joined the legs... and his erection was straining. He took a deep breath before continuing on to her hips and waist.

Looking over several images, he came to appreciate the long, flexible waist look with a nice flare to wider hips, with just a hint of a pinch between the waist and hips. He mapped that, and the long slight ‘double dome’ of a trim waist to her. The previous muscle enhancements and such were making this easier. He asked her to choose a sexy belly button and she found a picture of a low-set, small navel with a vertical fold she liked, so he gave it to her.

They took a little break to catch their breath. Lugnut had a hard-on that was going to burst, and Paula was so hot she was wiggling. Paula felt like she was half-filled with a hot, powerful, pressurized sexy liquid. She was so eager to have it keep filling her and was imagining what it would be like to have big breasts filled to bursting with this oily, urgent force. She wished they had done her va-jay-jay before they stopped- she imagined that she would feel the hot juices almost squirt out of her with the sexual pressure she felt. God, she wanted to suck and fuck Lugnut’s nuts and massive manhood so bad already, but she held back deciding that she would try it when her entire body was sexy sexy hot, like her new and amazingly erotic legs.

After several minutes, she begged Lugnut to change her vagina, and showed him some images and descriptions she had found. He compared her ideas to his own and approved. He had her sit back and placed his hand over her crotch as he focused his powers there. She squirmed as the hot sexy oil pressure sensation filled her pussy from the inside out. She felt herself change as Lugnut was making her deeper and both snugger and more flexible internally. He added more nerve endings along the inner walls and tweaked her glands so the juices were tasty and fragrant. He also modified her G-spot and other glands to make her more orgasmic and a squirter, just because. She felt so strong and sexy and hot and horny. She wanted more and more and more!

Externally, he made her pubic hair downy soft, like a young girls, and only grow in a limited area so it looked natural, but minimal. Next, he tweaked her clitoris so it would grow some as she became aroused. Rigging the nerves in it would make it more sensitive as it grew as well but would not normally bother her otherwise. He made the external labia pleasantly thick and such that they protected and hid her more sensitive inner lips. He raised her mons a bit as well so it felt nicely padded. He kept playing with her nerves, glands, muscles and tissues until she had a perfect pussy.

To test his work, he rubbed her lips, and she opened up like a blossom. A little pressure and gentle tapping on the clitoris and it rose from under the hood like a tiny erection. A gentle top to bottom stroke had her nice and juicy before he got to the bottom. Slipping a finger inside, she gasped and her pussy seemed to grip his finger and pull it in. He let it slide all the way in and felt her pussy walls ripple and pull on it as Paula began to pant and wriggle. He used his thumb on her clit and she was groaning, bearing down, compressing his digit even as her walls tried to pull it in further. She felt the oils boiling and rising. She felt them gathering in her hungry pussy, churning around his finger, felt them pumping in her clit as it grew more under his ministrations. Building... building... internal pressure gauges maxing out... steam whistles blowing... pistons sliding... ah... ah... She growled and tensed her muscles, tendons popping and cracking as she forced her strange new sexual energies to her cunt and came convulsively, hot liquids squirting out under pressure, just from being fingered for a couple minutes.

She just drifting in the sensations for a long minute. God, she wanted to do this forever, just fuck and cum over and over. She had never climaxed like this, ever. Compared to this she had never climaxed before. Already, the juicy pressures were building up, lubing her, oiling her every cell, making her powerful and hot and sexy and... and she needed to finish getting changed. Her tits needed to feel this!

“M... ma... my back, an.. and arms... need to, to, ch... change more. Puh leeeze.” She managed to gasp out. Lugnut smiled and turned the screen to her showing a couple of selected backs- long, strong, flexible. It only took a thought to map them to her. He worked on her shoulders, clavicle, and sides as well. His gesture from yesterday had already improved her actual skeleton and muscles. He mapped the skin from her abdomen to the rest of her upper body and arms, tweaked the hair pores again, and started on her arms and shoulders. He made her arms smooth and sleek, but with powerful muscles under the skin. A hint of grooves and ridges suggested the power that lay under the skin, but her relaxed arms were as smooth and sculpted as he legs. Her hands joined her feet as being smoothly erotic even with all the bones and muscles underneath. Her fingers became long and well-tapered, curved just such that they looked wonderful in any position. Her nails became long and smoothly shaped, and much, much stronger. He opted against permanently coloring them, but gave them a healthy pink tone and made it so they were almost perfectly smooth at all times.

The fluids- the super-heated oils that were filling her up were now making her arms and shoulders feel so hot. She was getting moist just looking at her hands. Oh, god, she could barely stop herself running a nail along Lugnut’s jeans-covered bulge. She was feeling sexier, more powerful, more assertive, more alive, more everything, and she wanted more yet. “My breasts… do my breasts next!” She begged him, stroking his cock and feeling the heat through his pants making her own heat respond.

Lugnut brushed her hands off him and turned back to the computer screen. He had thought about breasts for years and had a personal theory as to the best weight, shape, and so forth. Now that he had the powers to make it come true, he did not plan on holding anything back. Right now, Paula looked like a rather floppy B- or C-cup since some of her old weight had been chased to her breasts as the rest of her body had changed. Lugnut stretched his arms out and cracked his knuckles- this was going to be good!

He set to the musculature, firming up the pectorals and supporting back muscles. He redistributed the fat cells and changed their composition to be firmer. He supercharged the lymph nodes there and elsewhere, then built more milk glands and connective tissue. Her breasts were already forming and rising as he made the changes. He added mass as fat, as muscles, as other tissues, slowly moving her through the alphabet. She was at D and moving on to DD when he shifted attention to the nipples. He aimed for half-dollar pink-tan areoles, slightly nubbed, and nipples that started as small bumps. He kissed one, then the other to get them to rise and gently twiddled them with fingers and thumbs until they stood out proudly. He adjusted sizes- thicker, thinner, longer, shorter, until he found what he felt was a winning combination about the size of the tip of Paula’s thumb. While Lugnut was tweaking her skin before another round of enlargements-making sure the skin was silky and sexy and smooth and just stretchy enough to grow but tight enough to hold her breasts, she felt them filling with the hot oil of raw lusty sex. Oh god! As they filled, she felt her entire body grow hotter, sexier, needier.

Lugnut seemed oblivious to her needs. She felt she was radiating lust at him, that he should feel her urgency on his skin. Lugnut grasped her breasts, making her gasp. Her melons grew into his hands as the oils filled her out, pumping into her breasts. She was being filled with pure fuckness, pumped tight with sexability. Scalding oils were dripping down her thighs as her thoughts went pink and bubbly as her chest moved from DD to E. She was delighted as she watched her boobies grow and grow. She did not want it to ever stop! She urged her body to go bigger and bigger, mentally directing more and more of the fucking-sexy-oil to her burgeoning bust. Lugnut was slowing down the changes- he was not automatically a ‘bigger is better’ kinda guy, but did feel that size was nice. At about a cup size of F, he backed to EE, then again to F. He asked her to pose for him, which made her feel perfect. She smiled as she stepped away from him and turned around slowly, arms out, then again with her arms high, feeling waves of urgency flow from her. Paula was shrugging her shoulders, rejoicing in the heavy ripples in her big tits. She held them and jiggled them, and licked at her nipples. In her mind she was begging him to let her keep them this big as a wall of red steamy lust fell over her mind.

Lugnut called her back to the computer and announced that he was going to do her face. She almost exploded with happiness. She snuggled into place like a warm, happy, and really sexy puppy. First, he set it up so everything was going to be perfectly symmetrical, then he made her skin clean and porcelain smooth, eliminating any unwanted bumps or imperfections. Then he tried something different, remembering a theory that said that the closer a face was to an average of several faces, the more attractive we found it. He pulled up an illustrated list of a men’s magazine’s ‘top most beautiful women’ (’of this dimension’ he added in his thoughts) and mapped them all onto Paula’s face, one by one, rigged so things averaged out. Selma Hyack on top of Lucy Lu, on Halle Berry, on Angelina, on Jessica, on Aishwarya, on Marilyn, on Julia, on Ayah, on... With each new face, Paula’s featured changed slightly- nose creeping towards a perfectly straight line that aligned itself perfectly in the middle and was just the right length. Her eyes widened and brightened, the colors becoming deeper and brighter. Her brows shifted to a pair of smooth, short arcs as her forehead developed an oddly sexy curve. Her skin tones and texture changed as well- he remapped some of that to the rest of her perfect body. With his eyes struggling to stay open, he finished her off with long shiny nearly-white blonde hair down to the top of her perfect ass.

All this took a lot out of the two of them and when they took a short break, they both fell asleep for a bit. A while later, and Paula opened her eyes. “Ummmm, hi there, sexy.” She purred. “I am so glad you are here. Umm, I feel so wet and horny and I know that you have just what I need. How about it, big guy. Wanna fuck?” She was writhing a little and touching herself. It was not an elegant invitation, but it was heartfelt and growing more urgent with every heartbeat as the oils swirled and boiled.

Lugnut tore the flimsy polo shirt off his muscled chest as Paula undid the belt and zipper. He pushed off his pants, underwear, socks and shoes in one movement. “Oh, god, just shove it in me. Please Lugnut- just fuck me.” Paula leaned back and spread her knees so hard ligaments were popping. She waggled her butt into the cushions and had her eyes screwed closed as Lugnut lined the tip of his thick cock in her perfect pussy and slid it home in one long, warm, wet, tight thrust. He sighed as it settled in and she wrapped her legs around him. He started a steady pounding rhythm that had her big boobs and head bouncing in time.

“Oh, uh... tha... that... that feels so... so... g... g... GOOD! God!” She came gaspingly as he kept pounding away. “Don... don... don’t cu... cu... cum in.. in... in... me. I wa... wa... wa... want to swa... swa... swallow yu... yu... your CUM!” She shrieked as another climax exploded over her. She thrashed her way through a couple more orgasms before she climbed off him and repositioned herself to get a good angle, then tried as hard as she could to deep throat his huge dong. He subtly adjusted her jaw joint and throat, and it slid right in. She got a rhythm of her own going and felt his big balls tighten, then felt his entire body clench, and prepared herself to taste his seed. With a roar, Lugnut blasted his load into her with thrust after thrust. She kept sucking and swallowing pulse after pulse. His flavor was intoxicating and the volume was incredible. The thick cock was softening and the loads were getting smaller, which allowed Paula to breathe more normally. She quickly found that she could gently milk his shaft and he would continue to ejaculate a mouthful at a time.

After a few more minutes, Paula was full. She felt like her entire body was a sperm-filled balloon. She felt high and giddy, but very lethargic as she lay back on the couch and let Lugnut cuddle with her for a while. Ummm, her entire body felt so good- the fuckoil calming and warming her- a slow simmer compared the rolling boil it had been moments ago. She got up, stretched sexily enough to make a normal man pop, and padded off to cook up whatever she could find in the kitchen for the two of them, humming to herself as she worked.

After Lugnut finally got up and took a shower, he found her leaning over the stove, tasting something, while her free hand was diddling herself gently. He stood behind her and held her across a shoulder as she leaned back on him and sighed. She wriggled her bubbly butt against his semi-stiffness, delighting in the sensation of feeling it grow and harden against her sensitive skin. She braced herself against the stove and shoved her

She knelt at Lugnut’s groin and began to suck eagerly, finding it easy and natural to deep-throat his huge cock. She loved the feeling of it getting bigger and thicker in her mouth, and she looked forward to her reward of his thick, tasty sperm. She played with his heavy balls and rubbed his muscular belly, alternating between staring at him in the eyes and paying all of her attention on his shaft. Sometimes, she backed off and rubbed it on her cheeks and licked at the head while rubbing her hands all over it, sometimes she held it in her mouth lightly, just licking and caressing the thick head. Suddenly she would shift gears and ram it down her throat and fuck her face with it. Lugnut was discovering that he could withhold his ejaculations for as long as he wanted, but he wanted to reward her- besides, she would need the energy it would give her. He blasted a load down her throat as she cooed and suckled at it.

“Now let’s see how this nice new pussy works, OK?” She said as she moved to straddle his waist. Her big breasts were swaying before his eyes, so he grabbed a thick nipple in his lips and she groaned and arched her back in appreciation, rubbing her hot pussy on his shaft. When he let go, she reached down and grabbed his huge wang to position it at her lips, then she began to waggle her her hips and work the head into her tight opening. Lugnut moaned as her slick skin slid over his sensitive head. She began to jerk her hips back and forth, shoving a bit more of his meat inside her each time. She shifted from pounding to a screwing motion to work another several inches in as her eyes began to cross with the sensations.

She was glowing with sweat, nipples on full blast, a beautiful flush creeping over her chest and cheeks, and running hot fluids down his groin, and murmuring sweet nothings as she twisted her hips around his spear. She came with a moan and a series of yelps, and squirted all over his shaft. The extra lube and relaxation helped him slip in the last few inches so she was firmly settled in his lap. She rested with her eyes closed and purring for a long moment as he stroked her hair and soft skin. Ready to resume action, Lugnut just flexed his big cock and she sat up with a smile. “Let’s do this thing!” She exclaimed as she began to hump him with enthusiasm. She slid herself up and slammed herself down a dozen times before Lugnut grabbed her sides and began to help her, lifting her almost off himself and shoving her down with a loud slapping noise.

Lugnut settled to donut the eclair out of her tight little Danish!

After a while, she rotated herself on his shaft and rode him reverse cowgirl, leaning forward and back to maximize the friction and pressure as he played with her dimpled butt and tits. He sat up and she sat back against him, knees high and wide as he wrapped his arms around her limbs and slammed her hard and fast. She was yelling like a motorboat as he pounded the words out of her and she came and came and came. She leaned way forward and moved into a doggy-style position without his ever slipping out and he stood behind her and pounded her brains out as she came and came and came, fluids gushing out of her. She rolled to her back as he kept up the assault. She began to beg him to cum in her, to fill her up, to please goddamn it just cum!

He realized that they had been at it for a couple hours and came in her with an effortless flood of hot semen that sent her back to lala land. He pulled out and rested as he waited for her to recover. When she did, she immediately cleaned off his cock and escorted him to the shower, where she attended his every need.

The eighteen-year old kid inside Lugnut’s mature body was in heaven. A hot sex slave companion, and she did not even know she was his sex slave! She was taking care of him as if it was perfectly natural. Now she was getting dressed and barely noticed that Lugnut had transmuted her clothing to fit her in revealing ways. She gladly donned the lacey half-cup bra, the stocking and heels, the short skirt and thong, and the cut-off tank top that showed hints of underboob. Naturally, she looked like a horny teen’s wet dream and she thought it was perfectly natural.

She drove him shopping for clothes, then loads of groceries, and they returned home where he fucked her standing up as she puttered around putting things away and preparing a big lunch. She had a big helping of his warm ‘energy malt’, and he decided to test out another of his ideas. He latched his lips on a thick nipple and sucked until a thin sweet milk came out. It was jazzed up similarly to his sperm and would help re-energize him in a way that neither the sun nor food did. His plan was working!

Lugnut had been building a sexy sidekick. She was much stronger than a normal woman her size, graceful, emitted sexy pheromones, gave an ‘energy milk’ from her magnificent breasts, and was completely devoted to him in every way. She would also help him out when he found his inevitable weakness. Her goals in life now were to help and support him, and screw him blind whenever he needed it. She agreed with these goals in the same way she agreed that breathing was a good idea.

They spent a few hours working out. Lugnut used her car for a weight while she used pails of sand and such. It delighted him to watch her work out in skimpy shorts and a braless top, watching her muscles ripple, her chest jiggle, and her butt clench as she moved smoothly and gracefully through a grueling workout. They refreshed each other and showered together. She prepared a large supper as Lugnut explored the wonders of the ‘Internet’ she had shown him. What they had back on Neonia was nowhere near this cool, although they had instituted the death penalty against spammers and scammers, so he was completely surprised by pop-ups and such.

His discovery of Google Earth really got him to thinking. It turned out that he was in a town in a place called South Dakota, almost in the middle of something called the United States of America, which roughly translated to his Confederate States of America, although somehow the ‘USA’ included North Mexico and the California Territories and had twice as many states as his CSA did. The big cities were in about the same place with oddly similar names. His City of Angels and New Amsterdam was their Los Angeles and New York, etc. He watched some videos and such and decided that it was time to take this show on the road.

Over the next several days, they shopped, screwed, and made plans for a trip to CA, or LA as they called it here. He hit a few more casinos, being more discreet this time, to build up some travel money. After discussing various travel options, including just jumping there, they ended up in a series of planes, culminating in Las Vegas, where he could learn more about the United States and humans, and win some big bucks. Just off the plane, Lugnut noticed that weird lighting again that made him feel so out of sorts. When he asked Paula about it, she told him it was neon light. Lugnut jerked to a stop and immediately took her to an open area with none of the light around. “Do you remember the ‘Superhero Rules’ I told you about?” He hissed at her.

She assured him she did and he continued. “Don’t you get it? I’m from Neonia. Neon in this dimension is my weakness! Is it very common?”

Paula thought for a moment and replied that it was mostly used for outdoor signage, signs in some bars and stuff... and then remembered that Las Vegas was thick with the stuff. He shook his head. “Better keep those pretty tits ready, Paula. I’ll probably need to refresh myself often.” Paula felt a tremor of pleasure run through her at the thought of helping him combat his weakness. They made it to their hotel with little trouble, other than the plentiful neon in the lobby. When they were safely in their room, he fed off her deeply and they made plans for the rest of the stay.

Four days later, the casino limo reserved for high rollers drove the couple to a special gate at the airport where they could bypass much of the fuss and board their flight to LA without further ado. Money, booze, and sex had flowed freely the last several days, and Lugnut had been wined and dined within an inch of his life. He quickly learned that his mental abilities and being drunk was a bad combination, but the new all-nude all-natural show on the strip was well worth watching.

Lugnut had taken to wearing dark shades, black canvas cargo pants, black engineer boots, and black shirts- usually with a long black duster coat over it. Paula usually wore thigh-high boots with heels and something tight and shiny, like deep red latex. She enjoyed showing skin, though, and usually kept her midriff, thighs, and/or shoulders bare. They made quite a sight as the big dark man and his gorgeous lady with the nearly glowing white hair strode down the walkways together. As they settled in their plane seats, Lugnut explained that he needed a superhero name. The traditional routes were self-naming, which usually resulted in a lame name, named by whatever gave you the powers, which was usually rather boring, or to have the crowds name you. Lugnut was opting for the latter. He was going to fly over several crowds in LA and she was going to track the results.

A couple days later, Lugnut was moderately depressed. Most of the LA crowds thought he was a special effect. Names used most often were things like ‘bozo’, ‘fuckhead’, ‘wannabe’, and the like. Paula offered to suck him off to relax him, but he shrugged her off. They had a quiet night. The next day, after sleeping and screwing in, they went to the beach. Paula wore a small black leather bikini and skirt combo over some heeled sandals, and Lugnut rocked a thin black T over loose black swim shorts and surf sandals. When they were ready, Paula positioned herself in the crowd, trying in vain to keep the attention off her magnificent physique as Lugnut ducked between a couple buildings and came out flying over the crowds. Almost as one, the surfers around her looked up from her body and moaned ‘Wow, dude!” as they saw him fly by. As she snuck away, she heard them asking each other where the hot chick went.

At the hotel, Lugnut chewed the names over slowly. They were quite growing on him- Wowdude and Hotchick. Wow Dude and Hot Chick. WowDude and HotChick. He opted to keep it easy and went with the middle option. Now for a uniform of some sort- something to move in, and inspire in.

He got an assortment of one-piece Lycra-mix body suits and accessories from a local store to use as a base for his powers to mold (they had a suspiciously large supply of such things) for the two of them and started experimenting. He liked the effects of the bright but dark metallic red unitard-like outfit. Good visibility, showed off his muscles nicely, and being so close to his skin, it was almost indestructible. A simple domino mask hid his real identity.

He found a coordinating shimmering royal blue skimpy tight outfit for Paula, and appreciated the way it molded to her every mouthwatering curve. He played with the boots for a while- black, yellow, etc. settling on dark black-blue. Hot Chick rocked black thigh-high boots and managed to show a lot of skin with the high-cut bottom and low-cut top of her outfit... which, after all, was designed to distract. Their small masks matched their boots and gloves. They fiddled some time way trying out logos and symbols for his chest before deciding on a giant ‘W’ covering pretty much all of it. Hers was an H formed with two upright curved lines following the contours of her bodacious chest, joined by a short bar.

The next day, they took the outfits out for a test drive. Lugnut would fly over a crowd, and Paula, wearing ‘civvies’, would shout “Look! Its Wow Dude!” Cell phone cameras would come out, and the crowd would buzz about it until Paula slipped away to rendezvous and compare notes. After only a few days, photos were showing up on-line and people were calling out ‘Wow Dude’ without Paula’s help.

There was one small snag. As he flew, Lugnut often got a nice hard-on that clearly showed in the suit. You could often hear the difference if people were calling his name, or remarking on his package. He tried a codpiece, a couple versions of jockstraps, and so forth, but in the end relied on the classical superhero answer- the underwear on the outside, in his case, a pair of matching black-blue briefs that fit just right to hide things enough to earn a PG rating.

From the first time they met, Lugnut and Paula had tested out Lugnut’s powers, with a special focus on invulnerability. The thinking was that if he could be hurt by a simple or common thing, he would have to choose his missions carefully. on the other hand, the harder he was to hurt, the wider variety of risks he could take. They had determined long ago that knives, axes, stakes, nails, and the like did not bother him. Even a hammer drill did not do anything, and he just bounced when hit by the car at 30 mph. The biggest remaining questions were bullets and neon. Of course, the question in the back of Lugnut’s mind all the time was what would happen if he DID get hurt and no scalpel or syringe could pierce his skin?

They answered the bullets question one evening in a remote chunk of woods outside LA. Lugnut had found a gun by sensing it in a dumpster. He flew Paula out past any signs of humans and they experimented. First, they shot at his little finger, taking care to hide both their bodies behind stout trees. The whine of the ricochet and a slight reddening of the skin were the only signs anything happened. That emboldened them to shoot at his palm. After a couple shots, Lugnut managed to grab the bullets even before they hit him. Chest shots felt like a gentle rain, and head shots were no worse than tapping with a pencil. The couple rejoiced in his powers, and made slow love in the thick bed of fallen pine needles.

After exchanging doses of energizing fluids, Lugnut was still horny and was looking around for ideas. The swaying of the treetops inspired him to try something. He told Paula that they were going to play ‘Tag’ up in the tree tops. Because of his weight, he would have to stay on lower branches, and he promised he would just jump, not fly. Being lighter and graceful, she could use the higher, thinner branches and even use the movement of the trees to propel her. They had already discovered that Paula did not get hurt easily- regular doses of Lugnut’s powerful semen had granted her some limited immunity- so they were not worried about falls. Besides, even if the graceful and limber Paula did fall, Lugnut could almost certainly catch her before she fell too far.

Lugnut leapt up to the last thick branches of the tall pines and gave Paula a head start. She scampered up the remaining branches like a gorgeous, large-breasted squirrel, long pale hair flowing in the wind. It was exhilarating for her to be one with the elements like this and she laughed out loud into the wind. She rocked the tree a bit in time with the wind and used the motion to propel herself to the neighboring tree, shouting a war cry as she did so. her first landing was a bit rough, catching the branch across her abdomen, but she held on and scrambled into position. Lugnut was watching and smiling, his magnificent cock at about half-mast and growing. She laughed at him and taunted him to follow if he could. She leapt up and caught a higher branch and swung into position. Barely touching the main trunk, she stood and bounced on the thin branch, daring Lugnut to catch her.

He gathered up his legs and leapt to a stout branch a bit below her and smacked the trunk with a shoulder hard enough to almost shake Paula off. She hugged the trunk and laughed at his clumsiness even as she was growing wet at the sight of his powerful cock. He reached up to snag her ankle, but she deftly swung to another branch and leapt to a new tree, climbing higher even as she landed. Lugnut was beginning to regret this game, but made another mighty leap and snagged the target branch with one hand, and managed to swing around and look like a damn gymnast as he landed.

This time, he figured out her next target and waited for her to jump, then leapt himself, aiming at the main trunk at about the level of the branch she was going for. He wrapped his weight around the trunk and bent the tree, moving her target. He snagged her arm as she passed and pulled her tightly to him, kissing her furiously. She melted into his arms as he slid them down to a sturdy branch a little lower down. he hung her by her knees from a handy branch, dangling high off the ground, and began to eat her out- standing on his branch, arms wrapped around her hips, pulling her fragrant pussy to his searching mouth. the only thing keeping them there were her knees around the branch, and his sense of balance.

She came screaming, then relaxed her legs and yelped as she started to fall- but Lugnut was ready and pulled her with him as he fell backwards to hung by his own knees. His cock smacked her on the head as he kept her pussy by his face. Now, everything depended on Lugnut’s strength- and Paula felt perfectly safe. She climbed his body and positioned herself so she could lower herself on his cock, one leg behind him, the other in front of him. She was sitting on him at right angles, laying slightly awkwardly across the branch his knees were bent around. She could not really thrust from this position, but could rotate and ‘stir’ her pelvis around as she played with his toes.

Lugnut in the meantime had secured a handhold on a lower branch. He gabbed Paula with his knees and ‘hopped’ off the branch, swinging her in an arc, totally impaled, and held only by his legs. When she was hanging straight down, he jerked himself up with his arms and bent his legs to jam her on harder. Paula was not as happy with the blood back in her head again and started to swing the pair to a nearby branch, the sensations as she swung him back and forth almost making her crazy. She got her branch and worked until they were at about a 45 degree angle to each other- both holding a branch, both joined by his inhuman cock in the middle.

She kept feeling herself slipping down, so she let him slide out, and swung around to stand on her branch and give him a victory blowjob as he hung there. It was a fun game, and she was thankful for both her immunity and the fact that stuff like sap did not seem to stick to her, but it was time to head home. Lugnut got them safely to the ground, dressed, and back to the hotel.

The pair had been working out how one finds crime to fight. Police scanners were a possibility, but usually a bit late in the emergency- although they took to carrying one to monitor at all times. In the meantime, they depended on his hearing and sight- which seemed to register things like infrared, magnetic disturbances, etc. After a couple days of being in the wrong place at the wrong time, they were about to pack it in and recalculate when Lugnut heard something in a nearby bank. Paula went in like a customer and was quickly told to hit the floor by a masked gunman. She noticed three other robbers and about a dozen people scattered in the bank. They had already discovered that Lugnut could generally hear her if she ‘subvocalized’, or kind of talked in her throat. She relayed the information to Lugnut, including that no one was near the third window from the door to the South. She got her mask in her hand and grabbed her tear-away shirt in preparation.

Lugnut burst through the unattended window and drew all attention to himself. Paula masked up and tore off her shirt to reveal the Hot Chick costume. As the crooks began to shoot at Lugnut, Paula was pulling people to a safer location and phoned 911 since the crooks had jacked up the alarms. By the time police arrived, the guns were laying in a neat row (with fingerprint and other evidence protected somewhat by his gloves), the crooks were lying face down in another row, and the hostages were in a room, sitting comfortably being served coffee and tea by Hot Chick.

Surveillance camera footage and witness accounts verified that Wow Dude and Hot Chick saved the day with no one getting hurt an only minor property damage (that Lugnut offered to pay for, but was waved off with a thankful smile.) While the police were not happy about the unknown factor of a real life superhero, the press ate it up. Wow Dude and Hot Chick were on every paper, TV, and computer screen within hours.

Over the next few weeks, the powerful pair foiled a car-jacking, vandals, and string of convenience store robberies and became media darlings- probably more so since Hot Chick managed to have a minor clothing malfunction whenever the crowds began to gather, and for ‘some reason’ there was always great press coverage and lots of hot photos of the photogenic pair. Every talk show wanted to talk to them, Playboy and Penthouse joined forces to offer Hot Chick several million to pose for them, just for one good photo. The president offered a cautious word of thanks. The police and legal system were baffled by what to do but adopted a ‘wait and see’ attitude.

As the days rolled on, the two foiled more and more crimes, mostly rather bush-league stuff. Often the key to the victory was Hot Chick doing ‘something’ to distract the bad guys while Wow Dude got into position. It amused Lugnut how often the bad guys would just be staring and drooling when he arrived to ‘fight’ them. Donuts, one time he arrived at a museum robbery just in time to watch Paula finish get triple penetrated by the very distracted bad guys. God did she whine about being interrupted just then. Lugnut had to take her to the rooftop and donut the bearclaws out of her to shut her up.

On the other hand, Lugnut had game as well. He stopped a developing riot in the women’s penitentiary with just his sheer charisma... backed by pheromones and giant dick. That particular caper did not get much detailed press coverage, but the heavily-edited security footage would go on to clandestinely fund a significant chunk of the prison’s slush fund.

Another heavily rebroadcast episode involved a group of virulent protesters shouting angrily, waving hateful signs, and trying to prevent people from enjoying a community parade that included a couple floats sponsored by some group the first group abhorred. The ‘Perfect Pair’ was walking between the floats and felt they needed to act to protect everyone involved when protesters began to throw things at the parade. Lewdly upped his pheromones and Paula adjusted her uniform to show a bit more.

The orgy eventually involved several floats, all of the protesters old enough to play, several dozen bystanders, and several members of the media... as well as several of the first responders. Paula was having a lot of fun and had sort of lost track of who was doing what to whom in her little corner of it all. She had also managed to lose most of her uniform... again. It was a good thing they made up a lot of them for situations just like this. When Lewdly found her and began to whisk her to their headquarters, she shook her head at him. “You really need to learn to throttle that down.” Then she proceeded to pleasure him every way she could while they were in the air.

It wasn’t long before the first Wow Dude ‘very graphic’ novels started to show up, thanks to another brilliant idea that actually started with Paula. The Amazing Amalgamation formed a private corporation that controlled the marketing rights to the Power Pair and they hired a team of hungry and talented people to run that aspect. Soon, Lugnut was seeing their faces everywhere. It was a little creepy to see himself as, say, a body pillow or cake decoration, but the royalty check went a long way to easing his mind.

The funniest thing was that they had several successful websites, one of which was mostly Power Pair porn. Paula herself often a knock-off of her own costume (a knock-off one of their companies licensed) and worked the room, responding to the prurient requests of paying fans who had no idea this was the real Hot Chick!

With a decent stream of income and ‘vacations’ spent at major casinos, the two were living comfortably and enjoying life. The one thing that kept bugging Lugnut was the Superhero Rule that required he have a suitable supervillian. It was only a matter of time.