The Body Shaper Pt. 06

I will never understand how I ducked so quickly. Maybe it was the couple thousand hours I'd put into playing digital army over the years. Far more likely, I had a guardian angel who simply shoved me down.

Either way, I somehow got my head out of the line of fire in the nick of time. One moment, I had a powerful sense of distrust, then I was watching his finger squeeze the trigger and the next thing I knew the bullet had made my hair move, leaving a burning path over the top of my scalp. Hot blood began to run down my face. Oddly, the first thought I had was that Hollywood had lied to me, and silenced pistols didn't sound anything like I'd thought.

Smith, probably not his real name, adjusted his aim downward to my head again, and I straightened up and launched myself at him.

Pain exploded from my abdomen, radiating outward in a pressure wave of excruciating agony. I got my hands on him, sending us both tumbling to the floor, and a second wave of pain shot through me, amplifying the first.

I didn't rationally think it through, that letting him go would mean he could keep firing at me. All I knew was that I was in pain, pissed off, and Shithead was the cause. I got my hands around his neck, my rage allowing me to focus through the pain, and shaped away his spinal cord. Smith went limp beneath me.

Heaving myself off of him to the side, I looked down at the rapidly spreading blood stains through my shirt.

"Oh God," I whimpered, then coughed and splattered even more of my blood over myself. I ripped open my shirt, the buttons flying everywhere, just as the rear door to the room went flying open and four members of the unit came charging into the room.

"Sir!" Carlos exclaimed, dropping to his knees beside me and putting pressure on my bullet wounds with his hands. "Get that asshole under wraps!" he shouted.

"Move your hands," I wheezed, weakly batting at his arms. He was in my way and the pressure made everything hurt worse.

Carlos hesitated before withdrawing his hands from me, and the two holes started fountaining red liquid again.

I was running out of time. I focused as hard as I could and visualized, shaping away my wounds. I kept running my hands over my torso, trusting that my power would travel deep enough to fix any internal injuries.

Weirdly, almost all of the blood that had been pooled and smeared over my skin still counted as body mass to my power. Most of the red stains vanished back into my body, and I felt first one, then a second jagged metallic lump rise out of my skin to my hands.

My power still didn't like foreign objects.

I held them up to my face, dumbly. They didn't look anything like bullets at all. I stared at them for a moment, before Carlos took them from me with his red-stained hands.

"Fucking copper hollow-points," he snarled. "Low caliber, low penetration. Probably thought no one outside of the room would notice. Are you okay now, Sir?"

I was light-headed and woozy. Those anatomy and medical books that I'd studied so long ago, and the information that had somehow stayed with me, made me think that I'd lost too much blood. Not enough to kill me, obviously, but enough to put me in danger.

"Bridgette," I wheezed. "I need body mass." I almost absently sealed the wound on the top of my head.

Carlos drew a combat knife from his boot and cut the straps on his bulletproof vest, then cut his shirt enough to rip it completely open. "Take what you need, Sir," he demanded.

I scraped together a small ball of flesh from his offered midsection, in no mind to argue. I placed that ball over my heart and rubbed over it in a circular motion, concentrating on replenishing my blood supply.

Slowly, that ball vanished and I began to feel better. "Thank you, Carlos. Help me up?" I raised a hand, and Carlos grasped it and heaved me to my feet.

"I don't know how he got a weapon through, Sir," Carlos snarled, glaring at the immobile would-be assassin. "But I know that this will never happen again."

"Well, Shithead here is paralyzed right now. Should be easy enough to keep him until the cops get here."

"That's one way this could go, Sir," Carlos nodded. The way he said that made me think it was not what he wanted.

"I'm listening, Captain."

"Sir, this has all the hallmarks of a hired gun. He's a hitman. We could give him to the police, and maybe they'd do something before whoever hired him hires another. Or... we could handle this ourselves," he finished softly enough that only I heard him.

"Lay it out for me, Carlos. What are you thinking?"

The big Latino crossed his arms, still glaring at 'Smith'. Quietly, he said, "We interrogate him. We then go after the head of the snake. The problem is that the police don't appreciate taking the law into your own hands like this. We won't be able to turn him in afterward."

I vividly remembered the only other time I'd taken the law into my own hands. Never again would I do such a thing. I had a bad tendency of going overboard when I'm pissed off enough, and getting shot turned out to be a very big trigger for me. The memory of Psionica glaring at me in that holding cell was enough to make me rein in my temper for once.

Still, I was touched that Carlos was willing to wage war on my behalf. Judging by the expressions of the other security members in the room, he wasn't alone in that regard. "No, Carlos. I appreciate the offer, but... Oh fuck."

"Sir!?"

"I have to contact the Protectorate. I just used my power to harm, even if it's temporary. Fuck-fuck-fuck." I gave my bodyguard a wan smile, "Here's hoping Psionica is in a forgiving mood."

Carlos carefully suggested, "Sir, this was obviously self-defense."

I held my hi-tech Protectorate watch up and squeezed the sides for three seconds, activating it. "I don't think she's going to care."

After a couple of moments, the face of the watch lit up and a projection came into being above it, showing a young blonde woman with a pair of shockingly pink sunglasses perched in her hair.

"Andreas Protectorate," she said. "Please state your codename and nature of this call."

"This is Jeff," I started, but was cut off.

The woman's face lit up. "Oh, hi Jeff!"

Suddenly three more women's faces wedged into the projection next to the original one. "Hi Jeff!" they chorused.

The one on the right turned to look at the others. "Best codename ever," she insisted.

It took a couple of seconds for me to gather my wits. I was expecting... well, I was expecting anything except feeling like I had just called someone's slumber party.

"Hey. Look, I was just attacked, and I had to use my power to defend myself. I think I need to tell you all that, right?"

The superheroines gasped as one, acting more like teenagers than anything else. Blonde girl in the middle intently asked, "Attacked, how?"

"Oh, uh. He shot me. Twice. Maybe three times." It felt kind of bad-ass to say that out loud to the West-coast super-team.

More gasps. "Are you okay? Do you need medical transport?"

"I'm fine now. I'm Healing Guy, right? But, do I just call the police and sit on him? Or... well, Psionica told me one more screw up with my power and I was going to be in a lot of trouble. I kind of want to make sure this doesn't count."

Blonde sunglasses girl looked over her shoulder for a moment. "Make sure there's at least five feet of empty space in a bubble around you. We'll be there in five, Evac out."

The connection winked out, and I hastily looked around, before moving to the middle of the spacious shaping room. "We have incoming. I need you all to move against the walls, please."

So that was the teleporting cape that Warmaiden mentioned. I needed to pay more attention to who was on the super-team that I'd signed up to. I distractedly watched my security team drag the shooter away from me, and tried not to twist myself into knots while I waited.

Five minutes after the call to the Protectorate had ended, space and reality warped in a silent, dim flash of light, and then Evac, Warmaiden, and Psionica were in the room with us.

Evac, in addition to the hot pink sunglasses she had moved down over her eyes, was wearing a skintight bodysuit in hot pink and yellow, and it left nothing to the imagination. Her physique looked like she did a lot of swimming, and I don't think I could have shaped her better looking had I tried.

I tried to ignore the way that Evac was looking at me. It was... she was giddy to see me.

Warmaiden stepped close enough that I had to crane my neck to look up at her while Psionica just floated where she had appeared and glared around the room.

"Walk me through it, Jeff," Warmaiden rumbled.

"Okay, uh... I thought he was a client who came in for a consultation. I enter the room over there and introduce myself, and walk towards him to shake his hand. He pulls a silenced gun from his pocket and takes a shot at my head."

Warmaiden's face seemed surprised somehow through her mask. "I ducked," I shrugged. "I probably used up all of the luck I'll ever have dodging that bullet. So the shooter lowers his aim to fire at me again, and I tackle him."

"He shoots me in the chest and stomach, but I manage to get my hands on his neck and paralyze him. I can make him back to normal whenever," I hastily added. "Then my security team came in, and I healed myself. Called you guys, cause I really don't want to go to lockdown. Uh... that's it."

"The paralysis is temporary?" she double-checked.

"Yeah. I shaped his spinal cord into dysfunction. It'll take me all of two seconds to set him back to right."

Warmaiden nodded and grasped my shoulder with her enormous hand, rubbing her thumb up and down. "Well done, Jeff," she praised me. "Surviving a gun at point blank range and not permanently harming your attacker is something noteworthy. Maybe you're more suited to combat than I thought," she teased.

At least I hoped she was teasing. "Oh no. No-no-no. I'm not a fighter," I insisted.

The massive woman chuckled and finally let go of my shoulder, walking over to the limp gunman. "Psi?" she asked her teammate with an unspoken question.

The chorus of voices Psionica spoke with sounded back. "He's a hitman," the telepath stated. "Hired by a Doctor Paul Monroe, plastic surgeon. Amateur didn't even use a cut-out to make the deal." The floating woman enveloped by psychic fire seemed almost disgusted by the fact.

"That name ring any bells, Jeff?" Warmaiden checked with me.

I groaned and tried to work the sudden tension out of my neck. "Yeah. He's been filing motions to get me shut down since I started this business. I guess he got tired of failing with trying to do it legally. What do I do now? About Monroe, I mean?"

Warmaiden stared at Psionica. "We'll take care of it, won't we Psi? We can't have the guy who's going to be keeping us alive getting killed. Isn't that right?"

Psionica looked like she was chewing glass. "Fine," she gritted out.

I had no idea what her problem with me was. There had to be more to it than my fuck-up.

Warmaiden picked up the paralyzed shooter bodily and held him out to me. "Fix him back up, Jeff, and then we'll go take care of this. You won't have to worry about the good doctor again, I promise you."

I shaped his spinal cord back to working order, and he didn't even try to struggle. I suppose being held in the air effortlessly by the world's most famous active superheroine would take the fight out of a person.

"Evac?" she prodded, and the three superheroines clustered close together.

Evac waved at me. "Bye Jeff," she cooed, and then they were gone in a twist of reality and a dim flash of light, taking the shooter with them.

I walked over to the phone and started making calls. "Hey, Janice. We're going to be running about forty minutes behind. I need you to adjust accordingly, sorry."

"I'm on it," was the simple reply before she hung up.

Then I dialed Pixie. "Pixie, I need my spare suit brought down to Room Seven. We had a little scuffle, I'll tell you about it later."

Having said that, I hung up and turned to the two still in the room. "I need to shower here, so..."

They glanced at each other. "Sir, if you don't mind, we still need to talk."

I took a good look at Janet Ramirez's stony face, and shrugged. Whatever. After seeing me bleeding out, her seeing me naked was hardly going to be embarrassing for me.

I stripped out of my blood-stained suit, dropping it all to the floor, and walked buck-naked to the shower in the room.

I stepped into the water and started to scrub myself down, washing away the bloodstains that I couldn't reabsorb. "So, what's on your mind, Carlos?"

"Sir, I'm requesting the purchase of a metal detector. I don't want any further clients bringing any metal of any kind back here again."

I nodded, not that he could see it through the curtain. "Right. I'm with you. Good idea. Go ahead and bring that up with Pixie when she shows up."

"There is one more thing, Sir," came Janet's higher-pitched voice.

"Okay?"

"This hitter, what if he tried to get you at your home? We will make sure no one smuggles in a weapon ever again, but there's only so much protection we can offer you when Hernandez isn't around."

I froze as that thought seeped in. "What's the solution?"

"I'm volunteering to be your personal bodyguard at home, Sir. I want you to make me into Autumn Marks, with the enhanced strength that Kimberly, Bridgette, and yourself have."

There were so many things to discuss in that little statement. "I... Autumn?"

"Yes, Sir. Make me into the Latina triplet, exactly like Winter and Summer, and I can blend in. During the times that you are here and protected by the unit, I'll be able to retrain myself to my new body. I hold belts in judo and MCMAP, and I'm rated expert in small arms and knives."

It was a good idea, and my gut feeling said to go for it. Only, "Summer and Winter are... blending in with them is very different."

"I'm aware, Sir. I speak with Winter often, and the twins are both on board. It was only a matter of bringing the idea to your attention. Recent events have forced the timetable."

I turned off the water and pulled a towel behind the curtain, beginning to dry myself. "I didn't enhance my own strength," I admitted.

"Sir..." Carlos began carefully, "I believe that is something you should make a priority."

I'd thought about it, but the problem was that the enhancement made a person heavier, and I spent a lot of time laying on top of one woman or another. "I'll think about it. After we close, Janet, we'll get you shaped so you can start right away. Good?"

I wrapped the towel around my waist and stepped out of the shower to wait on my suit.

Janet nodded. "Thank you, Sir."

I shook my head, "No, thank you. I get that this is a sacrifice, and I can't tell you how much I appreciate it."

Janet shuffled, just a bit, then somehow stood her ninety pound frame even more at attention. "It's not as much of a sacrifice as you may think, Sir. A bigger body is something I've wanted."

Just then Pixie entered the room with my suit, took in the blood and ruined clothing at a glance, and looked over at me. "I think you have quite the story to tell, Jeffery."

I took my spare suit from her. "Tonight. I've got to get moving before I lose any more time."

******

We ran late, closing our doors an entire half hour after we should have. Once the last client had left the premises, I had everyone meet in the employee break room.

Kimberly's eyes were still red and she was quietly sniffling, leaning into Bridgette's side. Having to try and clean the room I was shot in made my murder attempt more real for her.

"Okay," I started. "In case any of you haven't heard yet, today a hitman tried to kill me. I'm alright," I cautioned at some of the alarmed faces, "but we need to make some adjustments to our practices now. Pixie?"

Pixie stood to her full four-foot-two height. "We're going to get a walkthrough metal detector, like they have at courthouses. No one goes back with any metal on their person from this point forward. Security will also have wands, in the cases that clients have metal inside of them. Manny, Fran? You're going to be responsible for holding and protecting our client's belongings while they're in the rooms."

"You said he was a hitman?" came Fran's timid voice. "Is another going to come?"

I sighed, "Not from this one's employer, anyway. This guy was hired by Dr. Monroe, and the Protectorate assured me they'd take care of it. But I've made enemies of pretty much every cosmetic surgeon in the area, so I can't guarantee that another won't try."

Pixie grimaced. "Monroe? He closed his doors three days ago."

"I put him out of business, didn't I?" I despaired.

Pixie smiled wanly. "We charge a thousand bucks for a nose job, with no pain. A surgical nose job can run as high as ten times that, plus healing time. This is how business works, Jeffery. He could have moved his practice away from us and done rhinoplasty in New York or something, but instead he tried to have you killed. Don't you feel guilty, understand?"

I blew out an uncomfortable breath. "Right. If there's nothing else? Thanks for staying late everyone. I need Winter, Bridgette, and Janet to stay behind."

Carlos approached me, "Sir, I'm going to stay. You still need protection until Ramirez is back up to speed."

"Right. I don't think we have any coffee left, but the soda fountain should still be running. Help yourself, this might take awhile. Or... raid the break room fridge, or whatever. Thanks for everything, Carlos. Make sure I didn't mess up your torso when I took some of your mass, and charge your replacement uniform and vest to the company, okay?"

I walked over to the women I'd asked to stay. "Good news, Bridgette. I'm going to empty out your body mass," I said in a forced, upbeat tone.

Bridgette smiled slightly. "It'll be nice to be skinny for a bit. What's going on?"

I gestured to Janet. "The twins are getting a sister. Winter, I'm going to need to use you as a model for this."

Winter squealed, her excitement cutting through her downcast mood. She hugged the stiff form of Janet tightly for a moment, wrenching a small smile from her.

"Alright, let's all go to Room Fifteen and get this done."

******

Autumn Marks, formerly Lieutenant Janet Ramirez, was identical to Winter and therefore Summer in almost every way.

Same long, black hair. Same gold-speckled, big green eyes. Same upturned nose and plump, pouty, cupid-bow lips.

Same high, double-G breasts with oversized nipples and areolas. Same thin, athletic waist. Same big, round, bouncy butt and long legs.

The only difference was that Autumn had a caramel shade of skin, due to her Puerto Rican heritage, with darker brown nipples and areolas. She also weighed nearly twice as much as her new sisters though she didn't look it.

I looked back and forth between Autumn and Winter, checking for any differences as they stood side by side. "Anything I missed?" I checked.

Autumn cleared her throat and I could actually see her fight against standing at attention. "I need all the enhancements that my sisters have... Master."

I frowned, "I gave you their flexibility and lack of body hair. What else is there?"

Winter blinked. "Wait, we're flexible?"

I covered my face with my hands. "I can't believe I never told you. Yes, you're flexible. Insanely so."

I removed my hands from my eyes, and Winter was on the floor in a sideways split and grinning her head off. She raised her fists over her head, sending her large breasts into a fun motion, and cheered, "Woo!"

"I was talking about the sensitivity enhancements, Master," Autumn explained.

"Oh. I didn't think you wanted that." I walked over to her and began running my hands over her delectable form, giving her the skin and nipple sensitivity that Winter and Summer enjoyed so much, one swath of my hand width at a pass. "You don't have to call me 'Master', you know."

"I do, Master. I have to blend in at all times, no matter what," she insisted.

I finished with her skin and rubbed her shoulder as a test, making Autumn lose her composure as her gaze became heavy lidded and her lips parted. "It's too much, isn't it? I can switch it back. Here, hold on a sec," I offered.

"No!" she shouted and took a step back. "I mean, please, no Master. It's wonderful. I want to keep it."

"I know, right? I'm really fuckin' jealous over here," Bridgette commented, idly turning in the desk's office chair and wearing a much smaller light blue sweat suit than she'd been wearing earlier, a stack of folded company clothing on the desktop behind her that she'd gathered for Autumn. Knowing the clothing sizes ahead of time for once made it very easy.

"If you could keep quiet, you'd still have that," I teased her.

"Pfft. Fuck that. Ain't nothin' better than screaming when you cum, am I right?"

I huffed in amusement before turning back to the sisters. "Okay, we're just waiting on Pixie now. You can get dressed if you want."

Autumn walked over to the stack of clothing for her and started to dress herself, but Winter was having too much fun contorting herself into knots. I looked down at her, amused, as she had both legs not only behind her head, but behind her shoulders. With her ankles crossed.

"Wait until I tell Summer!" she gleefully announced, then reached down and started playing with her big, soft ass cheeks, her large breasts squeezed between her extended arms.

I had to turn away. Despite being shot today, that sight was still enough to kick-start my motor.

******

I was mauled by Kimberly the instant I walked through my front door. One second, I was stepping over the threshold and the next, I had a sobbing Japanese goddess trying to climb me like a tree as she sputtered half-words in between frantically attacking me with kisses to whatever part of me happened to be closest.

With one arm under her tight butt to support her, I wrapped my other around her narrow back and tried to calm her down. "Hey, hey. I'm okay. Really, I'm okay."

"There was so much blood!" she wailed. Her hands wandered all over my back, either checking for injuries I missed or reassuring herself I was still there. Maybe both. "I don't know what I'd do if I lost you," she cried into my neck.

I looked up as Winter led Autumn by the hand out of the entry way, presumably to go find Summer. Bridgette stayed, worriedly watching Kimberly's meltdown.

Pixie gave me a pat on the butt as she passed by, and I caught her wiping her eyes as she left.

I could not get shot again. Besides the whole almost dying thing, the women in my life just couldn't handle it. Especially not sensitive Kimberly.

I kept murmuring reassurances to Kimberly, carrying her to the living room so I could sit with her. I held her for a good hour until she'd exhausted herself. Then I held her for another ten minutes or so before standing to carry her sleeping form up the stairs to our bedroom.

Bridgette opened doors for me, and I gave her a grateful smile for the help. I eased the busty asian onto the side of the enormous bed, and she curled herself into a ball.

I pulled the sheets over her and turned around, only to get caught in a crushing hug from Bridgette. "Kimmy isn't the only one who'd be lost without you," she whispered. "Don't you ever fuckin' die on us, understand?"

"It's not on my list of things to do," I tried with misplaced humor.

"If I didn't love you so much I'd slap you for that," she threatened, then let me go. Bridgette wiped her eyes and started stripping her clothing off. "I'll stay with her. You go and do you, get some food or something."

I eased myself out of the bedroom, and as I left I saw Bridgette get under the sheets with Kimberly, holding the sleeping girl from behind.

I meandered towards the kitchen, not in any rush. I was a little hungry, sure, but I was procrastinating any more potential meltdowns with my pace.

There was only so much I could dally without just stopping, though. I eventually entered the kitchen, and only Summer was there, hunched over a plate on the counter and clutching the countertop tightly.

I walked up to her and rubbed her back with my hand. "Hey," I softly greeted.

Summer whipped around, her big emerald eyes darting back and forth between mine, and then I was glomped with yet another hug.

I held her as she silently cried, until she backed off of me. She handed me the plate, then dropped to her knees and started to work at my pants.

"Uh, Summer? Wha-?"

"Eat, Master. I need to do this... I need to."

I froze as my pants and underwear hit my ankles, then lifted a bite of food from the plate in my hand to my mouth like I was told to. Everyone dealt in different ways, and apparently this was Summer's.

I felt her moist, pouty lips wrap around my crown, and closed my eyes at the sensation. The food on the plate didn't need to be cut, so I blindly kept eating, enjoying the impromptu blowjob.

After a bit of savoring Summer's slow oral attentions, a second mouth came into contact with my cock from the side, then a third on the other.

I hadn't opened my eyes, figuring that Pixie and Winter had joined in. When a forth face wedged itself between my ass cheeks to lick my anus, I had to reassess that.

I opened my eyes and moved the plate I'd been holding out of the way, seeing Summer bobbing over the end of my dick, like I'd thought. On my left, licking and mouthing the middle of my too-long, too-thick shaft was Pixie. On my right though, face wedged against the base of my cock with one of my balls in her mouth, was Autumn.

Of course Winter was the one licking my ass. Of course she was.

She's taking the undercover assignment too far, I thought as I gazed down at Autumn's face, her big green eyes begging me to let her keep going.

We were going to talk about this, but right then wasn't the time. I stared ahead at nothing for a moment, then I picked up eating where I left off.

My orgasm began to build, and I hurriedly shoveled the last three bites of food into my mouth before setting the plate aside. I reached forward and dug my fingers into Summer's scalp, causing her to moan wantonly around my cock head. After a moment of indecision, I bypassed Autumn to reach behind me and massage Winter's scalp too.

Winter moaned against my asshole, and it kind of felt good, in a really weird way. Most of the time when Winter licked my ass, it really didn't do anything for me. I put up with it only because she liked it so much. Even the vibration of her moaning only felt moderately good.

Autumn started to squeal against my dick, and the only clue I had was Pixie's arm movement. It seemed that Pixie was fingering the caramel beauty so that she could have a little attention too.

I felt the pressure build to a level that I was unable to hold back for more than a few heartbeats, and then I was cumming into Summer's greedy mouth, the shaft of my dick visibly pulsing against Pixie and Autumn's faces as the muscles worked to transfer my semen the long distance between Point A and Point B.

I flexed my cock once, twice, trying to evacuate as much as I could. Summer slowly backed off, her cheeks hollowed from the strength of her suction, and she trapped every drop inside.

Then she pressed her lips to Autumn's, sharing me with her.

Back and forth they exchanged what I'd given Summer, tongues wrestling in the midst of all of the sharing. At some unseen signal they backed away from each other, swallowing and smiling identical smiles to the other.

After a moment, Autumn turned her gaze back up to me, and she looked scared.

"We need to talk, I think," I told her.

First though, I had to get Winter out of my ass. I reached back and gently tapped her on the back of the head. "Winter, playtime's over."

She petulantly licked me a couple more times before sitting back on her heels, pouting and still staring at my buns.

"Well, that's our cue!" Pixie decided, popping to her feet and grabbing both Summer and Winter by the hands, leading them from the kitchen. "Come on girls, my pussy and ass aren't going to eat themselves."

I shook my head and settled onto one of the kitchen chairs, kicking off my pants from my ankles. Autumn carefully sat onto my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck. "Are you angry, Master?"

Was I? "No. No, I'm not angry. I would like to know what's really going on, though."

She leaned into me, pressing her big breast to the side of my face. "Am I too heavy for you, Master?"

"No, you're good," I assured her. She was a little heavy, but I could take it for a while. "Now, I think you haven't been telling the truth, Autumn. I deserve to hear it now."

She bit her plump lip and stared at my hair instead of my face, running her fingers through it. "Do you remember what I looked like, that first day at the VA?"

I nodded. I vividly remembered.

"The explosion took my hand halfway to my elbow and destroyed my face. I was a monster, Master. A dangerous, hideous monster with a clawed hook instead of a hand. Children cried when they saw me. I also lost the only thing in my life that I really treasured, my service to my country. I spent my days getting meaner, and more depressed, and thinking up new and more interesting ways to kill myself."

I clutched at her in... I don't know, horror, or fear, or something like that.

Autumn hugged me into her big soft breasts for a moment. "That's all behind me now Master, and it's because of you. I remember sitting at the VA, thinking that that day was the day I was finally going to end it, and through the door walked this man offering miracles. At his sides were these perfect identical women, one black and one white, and the first time I saw them I wanted to be just like them more than anything in the world.

"Not only did you fix my face and give me my hand back, you offered me what I'd been missing so very much; a chance to serve again. When the unit asked for a volunteer to protect you, I was the first one out of my chair. When it was then decided that Hernandez would be your bodyguard, we almost came to blows over it."

I looked up at her face questioningly, and she gave me a rueful grin. "I had already dedicated myself to you by then. Then during one morning briefing, Hernandez mentioned that Summer and Winter referred to you by 'Master', and this desire I didn't even know I had came surging up.

"I made friends with Winter, and questioned her about it. The more she explained, the more I wanted. I came up with a plan; I'd get the real service I'd been craving, I'd get to look just like the perfect women, and I'd get to protect you... The man who gave me my life back. Please, Master. Please don't be angry, I had to lie to sell this to the unit. I really, truly want this so badly it hurts."

I thought for only a fraction of a second, before wrapping my arms loosely around her waist and snuggling into her soft, big brown breasts. "Just so you know, I'm a cuddler. Expect to be hugged and cuddled often."

Autumn kissed the top of my head and lingered. "Anything you desire, my Master. Just like my sisters." I felt her smile into my hair, "You are mine to protect, and I am yours in every way."

Well, I thought as I grasped her big soft bottom where it spilled over my thigh to her delighted coo, this might just work out.

******

My morning routine was immediately modified to include Autumn. It was... overly decadent having three women, identical save for their skin tones, wash me from head to toe in the shower.

I got a special treat that first morning, as Summer and Winter showed their new sister just how good it felt to them to use their bodies as loofahs to clean me.

I wasn't idle. I fondled Summer's ebony tits here, licked Winter's ivory neck there, and dug my soap-slick hand down between Autumn's medium-bronze cheeks to explore, and not only did they all enjoy it, they begged for more.

Three pairs of luminescent emerald eyes pleaded with me to act on my every impulse.

So be it.

Once the soap was rinsed off, I bent Autumn over to brace herself against the wall and shoved my cock all the way in until I was smashed against her soft bouncy ass, her tunnel incredibly lubricated after rubbing her sensitive body on me. I beckoned her sisters to come close and with one turned into me on each side, I plowed the caramel sister and fondled the chocolate and vanilla ones.

I didn't have any desire to do anything to anyone's asshole. Yet, I loved full round butts almost as much as I loved full round boobs. One big handful of booty filled each of my hands, and I switched back and forth making out with Summer and Winter as I lost myself in complete hedonism with the triplets.

Summer and Winter actually thanked me for being selfish for once.

The thing was, it didn't end there.

Bridgette dressed me like I was royalty, gently batting my hands away if I tried to even fasten a button. The intense look in her eyes as she knotted my tie set me aback. The intense kiss she laid on me after my tie was finished didn't.

Kimberly perched herself on my knee and fed me my breakfast, one forkful at a time. She hadn't put anything on above her waist yet, and rubbed her giant golden tits on me with every turn of her torso.

"You're all spoiling me above and beyond this morning," I accused.

"We almost lost you yesterday, Jeffery," Pixie stated without any of the playfulness she usually exhibited. "For most of us, this wasn't even the first time. Expect to be spoiled and appreciated for at least a week."

I tapped the foot attached to the leg that Kimberly wasn't weighing down. "Uh... alright. And what does Pixie Brooks have planned for this?"

The playfulness made a return and she grinned impishly. "I'm going to give you a big old hickey on the way to work and make Carlos really, really uncomfortable."

Pixie made good on her threat, giving the keys to her SUV over to Kimberly, getting in the Lexus with us, and sitting in my lap for the entire twenty minute drive to work in a flagrant disregard for traffic laws. She sucked and licked one singular spot on my neck as Carlos shifted uncomfortably next to me and Winter and Autumn tried to contain their amusement from the front seats.

Autumn was far more successful at holding back her smile and laughter than Winter was.

******

"You were shot!?"

I shifted the phone on my ear. "Hello, Callie."

It still hurt to hear her voice.

"Why didn't you tell me about this? Why, Jeff, did I only hear about you almost dying from my grandmother an entire day after it happened!? I thought we were still friends, at least."

"I'm sorry, Callie. Really." The truth was, informing Callie just didn't occur to me. I'd been trying not to think about her too much, and I guess I was overly successful. "I'm fine now. Good as new."

She sighed heavily. "I know I didn't want to see you romantically anymore, but my heart stopped when Grandma told me what happened. I still care about you, Jeff."

Oh God, she was starting to cry. I did not handle crying women well at all. "Again, I'm sorry. There was a whole thing with the Protectorate right after, and then I got another bodyguard right after that, and... a lot happened, okay? I promise I'll call you the next time someone tries to kill me."

"That's not funny, Jeff."

I was making things worse. I decided to try and change the subject. "Sorry. How are things going with your lawyer? Still good?"

She sniffed wetly. "Yeah, still good," she confirmed. "We've been talking about moving in together."

I forced myself to put a smile on my face and hoped it would transfer to my voice. "Tell me about it."

I'd rather have me feeling devastated than make Callie continue to do so.

******

Day three of Appreciate Jeff Week landed on a Saturday.

I had never heard the term 'Nuru Massage' before.

Apparently, it's a thing in Japan where a woman oils down her body with some kind of lubricant, and then rubs herself on a man. I'm pretty sure that it didn't qualify as an actual massage, given that I didn't have one single muscle forcibly relaxed.

Lucky me though, I had six women that cooperated together on the massage.

Once it was explained to me, and consequently everyone else, just how it worked, Bridgette begged me to give her the sensitive skin back, if only for the weekend.

Pixie and Kimberly thought that was the best idea they'd ever heard of, and wanted it too.

The massage was Kimberly's idea, so she got first pick of where to rub on me. I laid on that air mattress and had a greased up Japanese goddess gliding all of her fun parts over my back.

Winter, of course, chose to rub on my butt. That girl was obsessed with my behind for some reason. Her sisters each took a leg, and Bridgette and Pixie each took an arm.

An orchestra of women's voices freely orgasming serenaded my ears, and I had every inch of my backside from neck to toe covered in soft, slippery, sexy women.

I might have felt guilty over not really participating while getting all of that attention, but every one of them was cumming from the slickened motion, and often.

When I turned over, my very hard dick almost caused a riot amongst the horny women.

They worked it out themselves, and then I had Kimberly laying on me, sliding back and forth with her enormous breasts wrapped around my dick and pushing her fragrant, tasty pussy almost to my mouth with every slide of her glistening golden body towards my face.

Winter lost her spot when that happened, and settled for rubbing her oil-slick tits around my face to Kimberly's rhythm, staying out of her way.

When the girls had exhausted themselves, the score was one orgasm for me, and an uncountable amount of orgasms for them. That was especially true after the group shower where we all tried to scrub the oil from our bodies. Bridgette's orgasm-scream was almost unbearably loud in the tiled shower room.

I was pampered all day long, never with less than two naked women in bed with me at all times. My meals were brought to the bedroom for me, and I was hand fed my food so I could use my hands to cuddle and grope whoever was with me.

Near the end of the day, I had my head supported by Autumn, utilizing her insane flexibility to do a sideways-split as she bent over, making her big soft ass into a pillow for me. Summer and Winter were cuddled into my sides, pressing as much of their large tits into me as they could.

Between my spread legs Pixie and Bridgette held each other, face to face, nuzzling and kissing my limp cock as it relaxed downward between them. Kimberly knelt by my head, straddling one of Autumn's legs, and fed me my supper one forkful at a time.

I had to call a stop to it. The attention was nice, but I'd cum so often over the course of the day that my balls actually hurt. "Okay, I hereby declare the end of 'Appreciate Jeff' time. This was great, but it was way over the top and I'd really just like everything to go back to as normal as we can manage. Please?"

I got a chorus of agreements back, though the triplets sounded disgruntled over it. I shouldn't have been surprised that the submissive ones were all for this decadence centered on me to continue.

******

When the waiting list to get seen by me reached nine months long, Pixie finally convinced me that we needed to raise our rates. It was a question of supply and demand, she said. There was too much demand, and very little supply.

Upping the money we charged was the only way to get the waiting list back down to something reasonable, so everything went up somewhere around thirty percent. Full body shapings, for instance, went from sixty to eighty thousand, and nose jobs went from a thousand to thirteen fifty.

******

I stared at the photo of a painting that my client had brought in for the longest time before asking a single question.

"Really?"

The chubby brunette nodded. "Really. You can do it, right?"

I blew out an exasperated breath. "Honestly? This is going to be experimental. I can't guarantee your health if part of you isn't human."

She bit her lip. "Okay? So... what, I can't get it done?"

I looked at the photo-replica painting of the beautiful, golden-skinned blonde angel again before setting it down. "I didn't say that. Here's what I'm proposing, Ms. Hixon: I'm going to give you a seventy-five percent discount on your shaping, because of the experimental nature. If you start to feel even a little unwell, you have to come back here, and I'll make the time to set you back to normal right away. For that matter, if your current employer won't keep you on over having wings, I want you to come see me, and I'll find work for you."

Valeria Hixon gave me a disbelieving expression. "You're in the business of making people naturally beautiful. What could a beautician possibly do here?"

"I imagine that some people who've never been beautiful before would like to get made up before they leave. If nothing else, having an angel working reception would kind of be proof of what we do here, don't you think?"

She smiled at me and stood. "Right. I'll have the twenty-k by my next appointment. See you then?"

I stood with her and shook her hand. "Until then, Ms. Hixon."

I was going to have to get Bridgette to somehow obtain tops and bras that would work when the person they're intended for had wings sprouting from her shoulder blades.

******

"Where do you want to go for a vacation, Jeffery?"

I paused with my fork halfway to my mouth. "What?"

Pixie smiled sadly at me from across the table, but didn't stop rubbing her stocking-covered foot up and down my shin. "You're burning out, Honey. I had Manny and Fran not schedule anything for a two week period in July. We're closing the doors so that you can recharge. Where would you like to go?"

"Nowhere with a coast," I blurted before I could even think it through.

Pixie grinned, her nose scrunching adorably. "I'm not vacationing in Nebraska, Sexy-dick."

"I can't believe you remembered that," I stated dumbly. Just how close of attention did she pay to me?

Pixie patted my hand and moved her foot to my crotch. "Nowhere with a coast, huh? Don't want to chance a Destroyer showing up?"

I stilled her foot from rubbing me, and instead dug my thumbs into her arches, massaging her tiny little foot. "Pretending that Destroyers don't pop up out of the ocean with hardly any warning is just stupid and dangerous. Doesn't Montana have some kind of vacation stuff in the summer?"

"I can look into it," she offered, "but I was hoping for something more... tropical."

I froze as a thought hit me. "I want everyone to come."

Pixie rolled her eyes and laughed, "If you think any of the women in this house are staying home, you've got another thing coming."

I shook my head. "No. I mean, we're closing the shop, right? I want to bring Janice and Manny and Fran. Jenna and her husband. Carlos and his boy... The unit. All of everyone's families. We can afford to pay for everyone, right?"

Pixie nodded slowly. "We can. But maybe they won't want to come?"

"We can offer," I insisted. "And... I want to pay them a bonus to cover their lost hours over this, too."

Pixie rolled her eyes, used to me overpaying everyone. I still vividly remembered stretching things just to live paycheck to paycheck, and I was determined that no one working for me would have to do the same.

"Fine, I'll look into it. We've got months and months before then. I'll start looking for vacation spots without a coast nearby and send something around so our employees know what's coming, even if we don't know the details yet. Good?"

"Yeah, thanks," I told her appreciatively.

"Master," Summer began tentatively, and I tensed up.

"Uh-oh. What?"

"Master, this new house... it's too big. I can't keep it clean. I think you need to hire maids."

I grimaced. Strangers, walking through our house, maybe stealing our things? "Maids? As in, plural, maids?"

Summer nodded and glanced at her sisters for strength. "Yes. Like five. This really is a large home, Master. The pool alone requires a lot of attention."

I sat back, my breakfast forgotten. "I... alright. You've been running yourself ragged trying to do it all yourself, haven't you?"

"Everyone has been helping me, Master. Especially my sisters. But it is just too much," she implored.

I crossed my arms defensively, feeling very guilty. "Everyone has been helping except for me," I pointed out needlessly. "So, how do we find people who we can trust not to walk off with everything not bolted down?"

"I... Winter and I, our old friends from before," she blurted.

I could barely make sense of what she was trying to tell me. "You know some people?"

Winter scooted her chair closer to me. "Transgendered people, Master. Like we were. Make them into pretty women, give them French maid uniforms and heels to wear, and they'll never betray you."

"Wait, French maid...?"

Winter kneaded my thigh soothingly. "It's a common fantasy for girls like us. Just to be a real woman, beautiful, and to wear a French maid outfit to show it all off. Also, with what I know you'll pay them, they will all be better off financially than how they are now."

Pixie chimed in, "It's a good idea, Jeffery. Just meet them before you say anything. See if any of them sets off your trust-radar."

"Well... alright. I can meet them, at least. But make sure they know that this isn't a sex thing, okay? Just maid service."

Summer shook her head, "Trina is going to be heartbroken that getting fucked isn't part of the job."

Winter giggled teasingly in my ear. "Bryce, too."

I sighed, but couldn't help my amusement as Summer and Winter teased me over their friends, and how disappointed they were going to be that I wouldn't demand sex from them.

******

I walked out of the shaping room and handed the file to Janice before going through to the back, the nose job taking so little time that I had a few minutes to sit down and have some water.

I quickly strode into the break room, intending to do just that. I filled my mug from the water dispenser and sat heavily in one of the comfortable chairs we had in the room.

Only after I'd taken a large draught did I notice that I wasn't alone. Frozen like a deer in the headlights was Jenna with a forkful of her lunch halfway to her mouth.

I smiled tiredly and waved. "Hey, Jenna."

It had taken multiple, multiple reshapings, but we eventually did get her as big as she wanted to be. Eight feet, one inch tall, with large muscles and some seriously humongous breasts. She was actually slightly bigger than Warmaiden now.

Jenna made an aborted attempt to put her fork down, then succeeded. "Um, hi Jeff," she offered.

I rolled my eyes fondly. I'd not only seen her naked a handful of times, but I'd touched her nude body when I was shaping her bigger. Yet still she was nervous around me for some reason that I didn't understand, and probably never would.

"Don't let me interrupt your lunch," I gestured at her abandoned food. "I just needed to get off of my feet for a few."

"Oh, that's okay," she hurriedly blurted out, then visibly cringed.

Well, as long as she wasn't going to eat while I was in the room... "Say, did you ever hear back about the pro bono thing?"

Her face relaxed once the conversation went to familiar ground. She nodded, "Yeah, it looks good. Pixie signed off on the amended returns, and now we're just waiting on the government."

"Yeah, they're not really known for moving all that fast, are they?" I tried.

I succeeded, as Jenna giggled and listed to the side in her amusement. I didn't think it was that funny, but I'd take what I could get. I took another drink of water and asked, "How much are we getting back?"

Jenna fidgeted with her fork handle, so small in her long, thick fingers. "Assuming that the IRS doesn't fight us on any of it? Upwards of eight million dollars."

I sprayed the water out of my mouth. Then had myself a coughing fit to get the rest of the water out of my lungs.

"Jesus, Jenna," I croaked. "Hiring you was one of the best decisions I've ever made."

She flushed adorably at the praise, and shrugged her muscular shoulder. "It wasn't that big of a thing. Any accountant worth her degree would have found the same thing."

"Lies!" I protested. "We had an accountant before you, and he found fuck-all." I didn't miss him at all. For someone who was supposed to be Super-Math-Guy, he was kind of an idiot when compared to Jenna. Hiring Jenna meant that we didn't even need him anymore, as she was just that good at her job.

I stood, put my mug in the sink and walked over to her. "If you haven't been warned that I'm a hugger by now, then you haven't been paying attention." Having said that, I wrapped my arms around her neck from behind and squeezed gently.

Hugging her while she was sitting was for the best. She was so tall now and so busty, that were she standing I'd have buried my head in her boobs, and I mean that literally. Her tits would have completely enveloped my entire head.

"You are getting a decent portion of that money as a bonus, I promise you. Great work, Jenna, really."

Once I'd let her go, she turned in her chair, face flaming red, and stood to her monumental height. Then the hug I didn't dare initiate was pushed on me.

Her big arms, packed with the bulging muscle she wanted, wrapped around me and pulled me in close. My head sank right into her blouse over her breasts, wedging into the dip between them, and she smelled heavenly.

Jenna clutched me close for just a little longer than maybe she should have, not that I was complaining. Finally she let me go, and I ran my hands through my hair, trying to get it back into place. "Best hug ever," I teased.

Jenna smiled bashfully, and as much as I wanted to continue teasing her, I had to get back to work. "I've gotta go, keep up the good work Jenna."

She bit her lip and softly spoke, "Bye, Jeff."

******

My Protectorate watch/communicator began to blare an astonishingly loud alarm in the middle of the night, waking up not only me, but everyone else in the bed as well.

I yanked my arms from beneath Autumn and Kimberly, holding my wrist close and activating the device. I was suddenly very wide awake.

The image of a woman I hadn't met yet materialized into being above the communicator. "Jeff, we have a Code Red. The Protectorate is being mobilized to Eastern Mexico. You have... about twenty-eight minutes before Evac collects you."

My stomach dropped. "What's happening?" I pleaded.

"Satellite imaging has detected a Destroyer, no one's sure which one yet. It's expected to surface in roughly twenty minutes. By the time we get there to assist, it will have been on land for hours. Be ready, Jeff. We can't afford any delays. Gearbox out."

The image projected above my watch winked out, and instead of displaying the time on its face, there was a timer counting down in angry, red numbers.

I scrambled out of bed and raced to the shower room, rushing to get myself clean and ready in time. I turned around, shampoo already in my hair, to see all six of the women crowding the doorway with half-asleep, incredibly worried looks.

I opened my mouth, and no words came to me. How could I assure them when I couldn't even assure myself?

After a short moment of watching me wash my hair, Pixie's face hardened into determination, and she started issuing orders. "Right. Summer, go make him something fast to eat. He's not facing this on an empty stomach. Bridgette? Lay out clothing. Durable and easy to move in. Winter, help him bathe. Kimberly, help Autumn. He's taking her as a translator and bodyguard. Get this shower done quicker."

Everyone jumped to their assigned tasks without complaint, with Summer and Bridgette racing out of the doorway in opposite directions and Kimberly, Autumn, and Winter hurrying over to me and under the water spray, Winter helped soap me down as quickly as she could manage, at the same time as Kimberly was doing the same for my traveling companion.

"I'll get all of your appointments for today rescheduled to Saturday, Jeffery. Don't worry about the business, I'll handle it."

"Thanks. Um, offer to discount the fees for the hassle. I know at least some of the clients are from out of town, and probably can't afford both the shaping costs and additional hotel days."

Pixie gave me a weak smile. It was a testament to how worried she was that she didn't even try to tease me for giving money away again. "You bet. You be careful, you hear? Come back to us in the same shape you leave. I mean it, Jeffery."

I wanted to promise her that very thing. I also couldn't make myself lie, no matter how comforting it would have been. Not to her.

******

Evac, Autumn, and I appeared on the tarmac of an airfield, a futuristic-looking transport directly in front of us with its bay door down and the engines already running.

The super-abled woman in the skintight yellow and pink bodysuit raced up the ramp into the jet-thing, so we ran directly behind her. The moment we were completely inside, the ramp/door began to close.

The bay of the transport had seats lining the sides facing inward, and Warmaiden beckoned me to sit beside her, then helped me get the five-point harness on correctly even as the jet began a vertical takeoff.

It wasn't very loud at all inside once the door was closed, which was surprising. That was the only reason I could hear the woman across from me complain.

"Are you fucking kidding me!? It's not enough that we're going to fight a goddamn Destroyer, but you brought the sexiest man in the fucking world to torture us too!?"

I looked up in surprise at a woman in a prison-orange jumpsuit, belted into her seat alongside four others dressed the same.

All five of them were staring at me like they were dying of thirst and I was a really big, really cold glass of water. Horny didn't seem like a strong enough word.

Warmaiden laid an enormous hand on my shoulder. "This is Jeff, he's our healer. Do not fuck with him in any way. I'm looking at you, Frostfire."

The speaker didn't act like she heard at all. "Hey good lookin'. We got time to kill and I ain't had any dick in four years. Why don't you and me have some Just-Got-Out-Of-Prison sex?"

Warmaiden scowled scarily. "Listen to me very carefully, Cindra. Jeff is here to save as many lives as Evac can get to him, including all of ours. If you distract him and a civilian dies, I'll break you. If you distract him and one of us dies, everyone else will kill you. If you try to force yourself on him, he is perfectly capable of rearranging your body until you shit from your mouth and have to be moved around in a wheelbarrow."

'Cindra' rolled her eyes and looked to Autumn. "Fine. Who's the new bitch?"

"My translator," I interjected. I wasn't giving what was probably a supervillain any more information than that.

"Fuck. Your voice. Talk dirty to me, Sexy. Make it all wet," Cindra leered.

I took my life in my hands and turned away from the unbelievably horny cape, looking to the giant woman on my right. "I don't understand... well, pretty much anything right now."

Warmaiden glared at Cindra for a moment before looking at me with a much more pleasant expression. "If a cape in lockdown volunteers to fight a Destroyer, and stays until it retreats, her sentence is forgiven. If she runs, that offer isn't extended again. These five have volunteered.

"Cindra, she's a thermokinetic. Fire and heat manipulator. Frostfire, the one with the blue hair? She manifests a blue flame that freezes instead of burns. One of her many crimes is serial rape, so watch her closely.

"Now Chrys, over on the right? She's a good woman who made one mistake, a lot like you did. Generates a crystal shell as armor that enhances her in a huge number of ways. I'm hoping that she signs on with us after this.

"Terrace is a telekinetic. She's the Asian. Big power, not much fine control. Then the last one is Freefall. Flying gravitic brick."

I leaned a little closer and whispered, "What's a brick?"

Warmaiden ducked way down to get her head close to mine. "I'm a brick. Superstrength and durability. Freefall manipulates gravity to do what I do naturally, plus flying."

I was never going to know all the jargon that the capes used. I resigned myself to just feeling stupid until this was over.

"Well, as long as we're talking about it, you've met me, and Psi and Evac. Gearbox is our tech mistress. The communicator watches and this transport? All her. Supergenius inventor. She's piloting right now, but I know she wants to meet you when this is all over. She'll be driving a walking tank when we land."

The amazon pointed over at a young woman with ablative plating on her uniform who waved excitedly. "That's Blitz, she's a speedster. Fastest woman on Earth. Next to her is Conjure. She creates psychokinetic constructs."

I gave Conjure a little wave, and the late-twenties East Indian raised her hand in greeting.

"Her power's like a Green Lantern?" I checked, then blushed heavily. Bringing up comic books to the most famous superheroine in the world? I wanted to crawl into a hole and pull it over myself.

"Yeah, kind of, I guess. Hers aren't green, and if she wants to she can make them kind of sentient, but the idea is close."

I stared. Warmaiden knew comic books? That's like finding out the lead singer of your favorite metal band knows kids' pop song lyrics.

The big woman chuckled at the look on my face. "Most capes have at least a passing knowledge of comics. We can relate, you know? Anyway, that's it. Everyone we're bringing to the party."

"Hey Jeff?" Evac waved a little, one finger holding an earpiece in. "The local authorities have a room in a nearby hospital being prepared for you. Is there anything you need?"

I thought quickly. "Uh, cases of bottled water, and fat people who want to be skinny." If I was going to be replacing limbs, which was very likely in a Destroyer attack, then I needed body mass handy.

Warmaiden tried to draw me into a conversation, and for the most part I engaged in it, but in the back of my mind I was turning over an unsettling thought.

Seven superheroines. Five supervillainesses. And me. That's what we were bringing to the party.

Lucky number thirteen.

******

Evac teleported us into a hospital in bedlam, gave my shoulder a quick, supportive squeeze, and vanished.

We'd gotten the news in transit that the Destroyer attacking Mexico's east coast was the Hydra.

Seven heads on long necks, four clawed limbs, a long agile tail with razored ridges, and it was the size of a city block. I did not envy the women for having to go fight it back to sea.

Many were convinced that Hydra was straight out of the Book of Revelations. It had the right number of horns, after all.

Autumn started talking to somebody in Spanish, but I just got to work. I knelt in front of the man closest to me and fixed his crushed arm, then turned to the head wound on the woman next to him.

I lost all track of time. I was ushered somewhere else, but I wasn't paying attention as at the time I was stopping an arterial spray on somebody as they wheeled her along with us.

Injured people were put in front of me, and I'd fix them as best I could before they were hustled away and someone new took their place.

Autumn took care of everything with the staff for me, and also used her enhanced strength to tear open clothing for me to get to wounds as needed.

Then Evac popped in with the first super-casualty. Blitz was missing an entire arm and leg, and her heart was pumping a terrifying amount of blood from the stumps.

I ran my hands over the ragged remains of her two limbs, leaving smooth skin behind. Blitz looked desperately at me as I turned to Autumn, but she already had a volunteer standing right there, a heavily obese woman in only her bra and panties.

"Get her heart clear!" I barked and scooped a ball of flesh from the samaritan, placing it over the now bared skin over Blitz's heart and getting blood back into her, just like I'd done for myself not long ago.

More mass was taken to remake the speedster's arm and leg. I removed her only boot, and made sure her new foot was exactly the same as her old one.

Then I turned to the next injury.

There was a small lull, and I looked up to see Blitz on a chair out of the way drinking one of the bottles of water. She looked moderately comfortable considering she was still barefoot and had an arm and leg of her costume missing altogether.

She shrugged apologetically. "I can't go back out until I've had at least three bottles of water and a new pair of shoes. Boss's orders."

I took a breath and removed my heavily bloodstained hoodie, tossing it over on the pile with the rest of the biohazard stuff. "Makes sense," I commented tiredly. "Can't expect you to run barefoot."

Blitz took one look at my bared chest and swallowed hard. "If Warmaiden wouldn't kill me, I'd be begging you for a quickie right now."

I looked at her in disbelief, and she grinned teasingly. "You have no idea how quick a quickie is for a speedster. Plus, you know... Got a lady-battle-boner going on."

I finally got the joke, and chuckled. Then Evac was popping in with another wounded civilian and a pair of new boots for Blitz, and I was back to the grind.

******

I sipped from the bottle of water exhaustedly.

There hadn't been any new injured for a while, and I was beat. I hoped it was over.

I didn't get a full night's sleep, and I had no idea how long I was working, but it felt like a really long time with barely a pause. Autumn seemed to be fine. Was I just that much of a weenie that I couldn't get by on five hours of rest?

I rubbed my neck, shaping the knots away. I was too tired not to cheat. I didn't understand how the Protectorate members could go out and fight a giant monster like they did, when they had to have even less sleep than I did.

I groaned softly, and was just about to ask Autumn to have some of the patients from the rest of the hospital brought through, when Evac popped into the room, alone.

Her bodysuit was smudged and smeared with grime, and she had a mark on her left cheek that was somehow adorable.

I begged, "Is it over?"

She nodded, seemingly every bit as tired as I was. "Yeah. We won. Got another water there?"

She sat heavily beside me, stretching her legs out, and took the bottle I handed her gratefully.

That's all we did. Just sat together like one of us wasn't a superheroine who saved all of those people from a giant monster over the last however-many hours, one or two at a time, and also sat together like the other one of us wasn't me.

She leaned to the side and rested her head on my shoulder, slumping almost bonelessly.

"Tired?" I asked stupidly.

"I'm so tired," she whined. "Warmaiden is giving me a break right now. Told me that I didn't have to port everyone to the jet. Those bitches can walk."

I chuckled and handed her another water. "Bitches?"

I felt her grin on my shoulder more than I heard it. "Yeah. Anyone who wants me to port them right now is a bitch... present company excluded, of course."

"Of course," I jokingly agreed. Then I made what was probably a mistake.

I was too tactile. I knew this about myself, but couldn't ever seem to stop. I wrapped my arm around the teleporter and hugged her to me securely, feeling her go even more limp as she relaxed into my hold.

"Jesus, Jeff. How can you smell this good when you're half covered in blood?" she mock-complained.

"Didn't get any blood in my armpits," I guessed. "Just relax for now, take a load off until someone needs you."

"Mmm. If I fall asleep and miss the boss's call, I'm blaming it on you."

We sat there for a good five minutes, just relaxing, when suddenly Evac groaned and straightened up, holding her finger to her ear.

"Evac... Yeah, I suppose, but unless you want to start a riot on the jet, Jeff needs at least a shirt. Pants and a shower would be better... He's covered in blood, and I know that at least five of us contributed to that mess... I dunno, I wasn't counting, but he saved everyone brought in as far as I know... Yeah, I can do that, but I'm taking a nap on the way home... Alright, less than ten. Evac out."

The blonde stood to her feet and gave the chair she'd just vacated a longing glance. "I'm going to find you a shirt, and then I'll get us all on the jet. Warmaiden wants to leave ASAP."

A dim flash of light and a warp of reality, and then it was just Autumn and me in the room.

She shook her head at me. "Don't encourage her, Master. You do realize that she can teleport into our bedroom whenever she likes."

"We were just tired!" I defended. "Comrades-in-arms, giving each other support, or something like that."

Autumn gave me a disbelieving look, but let it go for now.

******

"Jeff, time to wake up, Jeff. We're almost in port range of your home."

I woke up leaning my head against a warm, soft pillow, and something hard, heavy, and lumpy over my shoulders.

The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was Evac sitting on her haunches in front of me, smiling kindly with her sunglasses in her hair, as I blinked myself awake.

That's when I noticed I was using Warmaiden's huge breast as a pillow, and it was her muscular arm over my shoulders, holding me securely.

I slept on Warmaiden's boob.

I repeated the thought in my head a couple more times, but that didn't make it any less surreal or any easier to deal with.

I felt the mortifying blush spill across my face in an instant fire. A person doesn't just touch Warmaiden's tits! The most known, most famous superheroine in the whole world!

I reluctantly faced the big woman. "I am so, so sorry, I--"

"You earned a nap, Jeff," she told me gently, and I couldn't believe she was going to just let me off the hook like that. "We got the preliminary numbers from the attack, and it's looking like this one is going to be one of attacks where very few died. That's thanks to you and Evac. I also know that there's five of us here on the jet that owe you our lives. This is the first Destroyer I've ever responded to where we brought everyone back home that we left with. You've earned the title of 'Hero', as far as I'm concerned. Falling asleep against me when you're in severe power exhaustion from saving hundreds of lives is the least you're entitled to, now."

Chalice Vixen thinks I'm sexy, and Warmaiden thinks I'm a hero. All I needed now was for LeBron James to think I'm awesome at basketball, Gearbox to think I'm a genius, and Amy Schumer to think I'm hilarious.

******

Evac ported us from the jet to directly in front of my front door. She gave me a tight hug, and a gentle kiss to my cheek. "Thank you for saving my friends," she tearfully whispered, and then she was gone.

I patted my pockets for my house keys, then remembered that I didn't bring them. We had to ring the doorbell at our own house.

I could hear the stampede as everyone came to open the door, and then I was getting hugs from everyone that never seemed to end. As soon as one great-smelling, soft woman let me go, another had her arms around me.

A sharp whistle split the air, and everyone turned to Autumn, her two fingers still in her mouth.

"Let Master sit down, the Protectorate said he has power exhaustion."

The next thing I knew, I was hustled to the couch in the entertainment room, Summer and Winter curling up to my sides and ignoring my bloodstained jeans.

Pixie asked the question that no one else seemed to want to. "So... how did it go?"

I shrugged. "Fine, I think? They got Hydra to run away, and I saved a few lives, so we're calling it a win, I'm told."

Autumn snorted, and everyone turned their attention to her.

She shook her head, "Master was a machine. He just kept healing everyone put in front of him until they almost had a conveyor running. Hundreds of lives. Hundreds and hundreds."

Pixie looked at me, then went to Autumn for the truth. "Did Psionica give him a hard time?"

"No, she hid in the cockpit with Gearbox the whole way there, and then again the whole way back. I'm sure no one wanted to hear her opinion, but I don't know if it's because Master did so well, or because they were all jonesing for his dick."

"Okay, that's not really fair," I protested. "I made myself as attractive as I dared get away with, and some of them had been in Lockdown for years. They were going to say something."

Autumn snorted cutely. "I wasn't talking about the convicts. Although, that one who asked if you'd ever had 'super-pussy' before and wanted to fly you up in the air to join the 'real' mile-high club with her was absolutely hysterical. I was talking about the Protectorate.

"Oh!" the Latina triplet mocked in a high falsetto, "You're Jeff? Hi! I'm super tired, so I'm just going to rest my head on your shoulder. You don't mind, do you?"

Pixie chuckled, "Warmaiden let them get away with it?"

"Warmaiden was worse than all of the rest of them put together!" Autumn exclaimed, then switched to a poor imitation of Warmaiden's rumbling alto. "Come sit by me, Jeff. Oh, let me help you with your harness. This one on the bottom goes between your legs, Just. Like. That. Here, let me introduce you to everyone. You keep your hands to yourselves, Prison-Bitches! My, your shoulder looks tense, Jeff. Let me just get that for you. You worked really hard today, Jeff, why don't you take a nap? I have a couple of pillows right here. Go on, pick one."

I stared dumbfounded as Autumn jiggled her big tits in her hands, mocking the greatest cape on the planet to the others' laughter.

I held up a finger. "Okay, first? That is all taken grossly out of context. Second? Can we please not mock the biggest superheroine on Earth for being nothing more than kind to me? You know, that tall woman who's single-handedly saved countless lives?"

Autumn was unswayed, and put her hands on her hips. "They all wanted you and you know it, Master."

"Okay, maybe they were all a little... flirty. But that's it!"

"Alright, not to discount Autumn's interpretation of events, or Jeffrey's inability to pick up signals, for that matter," Pixie interjected, "but maybe they were just flirting. I'm thinking that maybe you're 'The New Secretary'."

"I'm a secretary now?"

"No. Well, kind of. Look, super-teams like this, they've always been female-only for the most part, right? I mean, there has only been maybe two or three heroes who could run with the big girls, ever.

"Let's flip it all around for a second. Imagine there's this business, and it's always been just men working there. From the top boss all the way down. Then one day they need a secretary, and no one knows how. They have to hire -- gasp! -- a woman!"

"Did you really just say the word 'gasp' instead of just making the noise?"

"Yes I did. Quiet, Kimberly. Anyway, they have to hire a woman to work in the all boys club. And she's a stunner, right? I mean, blonde hair, big, juicy, perky boobs that just--"

A throat clearing from Winter got Pixie off the subject of the hypothetical blonde's breasts.

"Right. Well, she can do the job. And all the guys there, they see women outside of work all the time. It's nothing new, not really. But at work, she's the only one there, and she's too pretty. So they flirt with her. All the time. That's you, Jeffery."

I chewed her metaphor over for a bit, and it made sense. "Do you think that's why Psionica has such a problem with me? Because I made her take down the 'No Boys Allowed' sign from the clubhouse door?"

Pixie shrugged, "It's certainly possible."

"Huh. Way better than my reasoning," Bridgette commented. "I thought she just wanted to fuck him."

I stared at Bridgette. "She hates me because wants sex from me?"

The blonde shrugged. "Well, she's psychic, right? So I figured she looked inside your head and saw how fuckin' awesome you are as a person. But she also saw all the pussy that gets thrown at you at home, and also-also saw she can't compete with all of us sexy bitches. So she's pissed about that and taking it out on you."

"Also valid," Pixie allowed.

No one said anything for a minute as I tried to stay awake and fondled two of the triplets' asses.

"So... you used one of Warmaiden's tits like a pillow?" Bridgette wondered. "Like, for real?"

"Yeah, I did. It feels really sacrilegious. Like, I dunno, using the holy grail to hold my car keys or something."

Bridgette glanced at Kimberly, and leaned forward. "What did it feel like?"

"What!?"

"Was her titty hard like a bank vault door? Or was it soft like a baseline's boob?"

My mouth opened and closed at the sheer audacity to even ask that, before I admitted, "It was soft. Incredibly soft."

Bridgette whirled on Kimberly. "Hah! I won the bet! Pay up, Bitch!"

Kimberly rolled her eyes and dug her billfold from her cleavage, removing a twenty, and stuffing the wallet back between her tits. She slapped the money onto Bridgette's waiting palm, then got on her knees between the blonde's legs, moved her panties aside, and started to lick her pussy.

"Your bet over whether Warmaiden's boobs were hard or soft was for twenty bucks and head?" I asked incredulously.

Bridgette looked at me like I was the crazy one as she casually palmed the back of her best friend's head. "All of our bets are for twenty bucks and head. What do you bet for?"

******

The Destroyer Hydra surfaced on the Yucatan peninsula early yesterday morning between Cancun and Merida. The battle to force Hydra back to sea was not going well until the Andreas Protectorate arrived to assist.

The attack has been confirmed as the mildest in history, with only two hundred fourteen dead. Two hundred eleven of those deaths happened before the Protectorate assistance, with only three deaths occurring in the entire seven-hour long battle afterward. For more detail, we turn to a clip of Warmaiden at the Protectorate press conference.

"Why was the death toll so low once the Protectorate arrived?"

"The Andreas Protectorate has a new auxiliary who can use his power to heal, after a fashion. It is largely due to his and Evac's efforts that we had such success. The Yucatan Guerillas superteam have sent us datum at our request, and our auxiliary saved the lives of a total of five-hundred sixty-eight people, including three members of the Protectorate, two of the Lockdown volunteers, and six of the Guerillas."

"Any information on this new auxiliary?"

"Our auxiliary wishes to remain anonymous for now. He's not helping for fame. As he worked himself into severe power exhaustion saving every life he could, the Protectorate has chosen to honor his request. He's earned it."

"But the auxiliary is male?"

"Yes. He doesn't mind that detail being leaked."

The fact that one of any of the superteams in the world has a man on their team, even in an auxiliary role, has sent fans into a frenzy. Who is this new Hero? As details become available, we here at CNN will do our very best to report them. For World-Watch, I'm Cortana Perez.