The Body Shaper Pt. 07

"Well? Are you satisfied?"

Trina turned on the platform, checking out her new body from every angle she could.

Hers was an odd request. She had started out as a transwoman well into her transition. African-American, a little over six feet tall, with big implants. She'd gone as far as science could take her with the exception of the big surgery, but the body she was born with was too masculine. Her shoulders were too wide, her face had too manly of a jaw and forehead. The cheek implants she had helped very little to feminize her face.

Trina had wanted to be 5'7". She'd wanted to be incredibly feminine. She also wanted every ounce of body mass left over split between her butt and breasts, and she'd wanted her skin tone lightened from her original dark ebony to more of a milk chocolate.

That last bit was the odd part. I'd never changed anyone's skin tone in all the time since I discovered my power.

Trina now had this tiny waist and cartoonishly gigantic tits and ass. I did manage to talk her into widening her thighs some, to streamline her curves a little, but it was still a ridiculous amount of booty and boobs on what was otherwise a thin girl.

"I love it!" she cheered in her high soprano tone, giving her great big booty a loud smack and gleefully watching the continued motion of her protruding ass-flesh in the mirror.

Trina had wanted relatively narrow hips, so all of that giant ass pretty much stuck out straight behind her. It was a challenge to get her ass as big as she wanted yet still have it curve pleasingly to the eye. The folds where it spilled over and down her thighs were pretty deep, and the top of her butt rode somewhat high up her back.

She turned from where she'd been entranced by her new reflection for the last five minutes and sauntered right up to me, still very nude, her massive tits bobbing with her gait.

She ran her hands up my chest, and breathed, "Is it my turn to do something incredible for you now? I can be very nice, Jeff Marks. Any and everything you could ever want."

Well, Summer and Winter did warn me. I grasped her hands and pulled them away from my chest, giving her dainty fingers a gentle, friendly squeeze. "As flattered as I am, I'm going to have to decline. I'm just happy that you're hiring on to help Summer out at home. You're satisfied with your body though, right? No changes you still want?"

Trina looked incredibly disappointed that I wasn't taking her up on her offer, but thankfully she wasn't offended. "Well, I don't really know what all I can ask for. Winter said something about no body hair ever? And flexibility?"

I nodded, relieved to move past the sexual tension. "That I can do. The triplets also have skin that is sensitive to being touched. They seem to really enjoy it," I offered.

Trina chewed her plump lower lip for a second. "Can you do just a little bit of that for me? So I can see what it's like?"

I nodded, and reached for her arm, but instead she gathered up her massive left jugg in both of her hands, presenting the milk chocolate watermelon to me.

I gave her an amused smile, and ran my hands around the giant teardrop of her breast, focusing on the sensitivity enhancement.

"Okay. How's that feel?"

She stroked the skin, and her eyelids fluttered. "Oh wow," she giggled. "That's amazing! I need you to touch me, though."

I gave her a sidelong look, making her roll her eyes a bit. "No, really! It's going to feel different when someone else touches me. You can't tickle yourself, right?"

I sighed, but she had a point. I stroked her breast and gave her a little fondle as a test run.

The Jeff of yesteryear would have came in his pants, having such a beautiful, naked vision of extreme sexuality asking him to grope her boob. How much had I changed that my dick was barely even stirring at touching this massive breast?

Trina's eyes rolled back into her head and her hips writhed a little at my touch. "Holy fuck," she panted. "Okay, that's too much for everywhere. Can I have that only on my booty and my titties? Then it won't be distracting me unless I'm getting busy, right?"

I nodded, and got to work. Her other breast had its sensitivity increased, then her giant ass. I then started at her ankles and worked my way up, concentrating this time on permanently removing any body hair and adding the flexibility she'd wanted.

When I got to the tops of her legs, Trina parted her deep ass crack with her hands and bent over. "Don't forget about my ass. I don't want any hair in there ever, either."

I huffed. This girl was going to be a handful. Still, my gut feeling told me I could trust her. I did as she wanted, stroking my hand down the divide of her voluminous bottom and over her asshole, making sure she wouldn't ever have any hair there at all.

Then I washed my hands really well before finishing the rest of her.

I exited the shaping room as Kimberly got to work on measuring my new maid, one of three.

Summer and Winter hadn't been able to convince as many of their friends to come and work for me in my home as Summer wanted, though the number was close.

In addition to Trina, there was an Indian woman named Jyo. Well, she was a woman now, anyway. She, at least, didn't ask for extreme body proportions. She'd barely spoken a handful of words the entire time I was shaping her body and face to her liking. Oddly formal and quiet, that one.

Bryce turned out to be a brown-haired and tan French immigrant, and had a lovely faint accent that I could listen to all day. She, much like Trina, wanted gigantic tits. The idea of wearing a French maid uniform tickled her funny bone, and she wanted to make sure she would fill it out the best she could.

Then there was the last of the new house staff, Charles.

He started out as a transman, barely five-three and incredibly stocky. Now he was tall and muscled like a gymnast, joyously happy, and chomping at the bit to take over the care of my home's grounds. He was babbling about the different flowers he wanted to plant around the estate's grounds nearly the entire time I was molding his body to what he'd always felt it should have been.

I gave him a pretty big dick as a bonus, breaking my 'no bigger than ten inches' rule by a little. Partly because he was so obviously enthusiastic about the job that I didn't even know I needed handled, but also because there was finally going to be another dude in the house.

I hoped we could become friends. I didn't have any guy friends at all.

I walked into the waiting room, where Charles sat on one of the couches, Bryce and Jyo curled up on his sides, all three wearing the light blue sweat suits we gave out to those who needed them. Charles looked optimistically baffled that the girls were already trying to work their charms on him.

"All done?" Pixie checked.

I nodded. "Kimberly's getting her some clothes right now. Could I ask you to get rid of the trash in the room? Trina had a lot of implants that need to be thrown out."

Bridgette stood. "I got it."

The ex-pornstar walked past me, reaching out for a random hug and kiss as she went.

I settled down onto a chair to wait, and Pixie meandered over to sit her tiny body in my lap, curling up.

I held the diminutive redhead and relaxed. It had taken a couple of days for me to recover from all the effort I'd put into healing the victims of the Destroyer attack. Power exhaustion was a thing, apparently.

Still, life was back on track. I didn't tire so easily anymore, and now Summer was going to have the help at home she desperately needed, even if it wasn't as much help as she'd wanted.

Winter and Summer were overjoyed to have their friends moving in, though. Even now, they sat together in the same armchair, squeezed side by side, whispering to each other with big smiles on their pretty faces and giggling at Charles's expression of befuddlement.

Kimberly, Bridgette, and Trina all exited the shaping room at the same time, and Pixie whistled at Trina's bust. "I've got to ask," she pleaded. "Just how big are your girls?"

Trina smiled smugly and unzipped her sweat shirt halfway down, revealing a huge amount of cleavage. "32-M," she bragged.

Pixie was flummoxed. "And we found you a bra that fit?"

Bridgette held herself proudly. "It's my job to order the clothes. We have every size imaginable back there, pretty much. We've even got a couple of bras that will fit a 30-Z cup."

Jyo looked at Trina's chest, then across Charles at Bryce's. She raised her hand, "Mr. Jeff? Can I go back into the shaping room, please? I think I need much bigger boobs."

I frowned. So much for Jyo not wanting extreme proportions. "Well, you can, sure. But don't feel pressured just because Bryce and Trina went overboard with their breast sizes."

She looked back and forth between the other two cleaning staff, and then down her chest at her much more normal-sized pair. "No, I think I'm going to want to be bigger. At least as big as the triplets."

"Get him to make your tits sensitive too, Girl," Trina offered. "Trust me on that. Now trade me places, Honey. You got a nice piece of real estate there that this girl needs to try out."

Jyo silently got to her feet and Trina dropped into her vacated spot on Charles's side. After a moment, Bryce stood as well and followed us back into the room.

At my questioning glance, she explained, "I want the sensitive breasts, too."

I looked over at Jyo. "Are you going to mind Bryce being in the room?"

The petite Indian shook her head. "No. I expect that Bryce, Trina, and I will be very close to each other from now on."

Bryce looked at her, pleasantly surprised, and gathered her up in a tight hug. "We will, mon ami. The best of friends," she promised.

I led them back into the room but paused at the doorway. "Bridgette? I think we're going to need some body mass for Jyo."

By the time Bridgette had joined us, both Jyo and Bryce were nude from the waist up, and Jyo was cautiously exploring Bryce's boobs with her hands, clinically considering their size, shape, and weight. There was nothing sexual about it, surprisingly. Bryce just stood there and encouraged her with a friendly look on her face.

"I think I want to be as big as Bryce, Mr. Jeff," she decided. "I will fill out the uniform much better that way."

"You do know that you aren't required to wear a French maid uniform, right? You can wear whatever you want."

She nodded her head. "I know, Mr. Jeff. It is my choice; that has been made clear. I choose to wear it."

I nodded in acquiescence. I did the easy part first, and smoothed my hands around Bryce's huge tan breasts, increasing their sensitivity to touch. "Trina also had me do the same for her bottom, if that's something you are interested in," I offered.

Bryce groped her breasts, and moaned sexually. "Oh yes," she breathed. "I want that as well."

She hurriedly pulled her sweat pants and plain light blue panties down, presenting her bottom to me. I did the same for her perfectly curved butt as her boobs, and she grasped her own ass cheek and gave it a little smack, giggling at the rush. "Thank you, Mr. Jeff. It is wonderful."

I eyed her as she pulled her clothing back up her legs. "Mr. Jeff?" I questioned.

She gestured to Jyo. "It fits. You are our boss, no? Unless you would prefer 'Master Jeff'? It is the traditional way for servants to address the master of the house, after all."

I backed up and waved my hands in protest. "No-no. Mr. Jeff is fine. Uh, let's get you bigger, Jyo."

I removed balls of body mass from Bridgette's belly to transfer to Jyo, ignoring the way the blonde was giggling at me over my surrender at my new appellation.

When Jyo's chest was a near-match for Bryce's HH cups, she turned to her friend with her hands on her hips. "Thoughts?"

Bryce tilted her head and considered the dark-skinned boobs. She lifted them experimentally, and gave them a little wobble. "Your nipples look a little small now. I'd go a little thicker and longer, and maybe just a little bigger areolas, too."

Jyo nodded and turned to me. "Please?"

It was a matter of moments to make the adjustments she'd agreed on, and then the sensitivity enhancements to her tits and ass.

I smoothed over Bridgette's stomach as I spoke to them. "Alright, everybody's happy now?"

"Did they know to ask for no body hair and flexibility?" Bridgette wondered aloud.

I turned away from my inventory manager to see both of my new maids looking at me with imploring looks.

I sighed and stood back up. "Alright, everybody get naked again."

******

I finished my dinner, pleasantly full, and leaned back in the chair. Jyo came over and retrieved my empty dishware and cutlery, giving me a smile and surreptitiously rubbing her boobs over my shoulder as she cleared away my mess.

I grinned, but didn't say anything. If the maids wanted to give me thrills and exercise their newfound femininity, well... I would put up with it, but that's as far as it would go. I had enough women succeeding at getting into my pants without banging the new girls, too.

Seeing as I was the last one at the table and no one wanted my attention at the moment, I seized the chance to sneak away.

I quietly stepped into the kitchen where Summer was cleaning up, hugged her from behind and kissed her long neck in thanks for the meal, and then hurried away to the entertainment room before she decided to occupy my free time.

Pixie wasn't a fan of television. Too many years of only listening to the device in a futile attempt to stave off her loneliness, she'd said. She'd rather be doing almost anything or anyone than watch TV, so we had exactly one idiot box in the entire, sprawling estate, and that was in the room dubbed the 'Entertainment Room'.

Still, the girls had gone all out in stocking it up with goodies. I had the biggest television ever mounted on the wall, my game system hooked up to it and also within range of the couches and the recliners, so I was able to get my game on no matter where I chose to sit. The sound system was epic.

I even had a miniature refrigerator in there for drinks, and a connected bathroom. Given the chance, the entertainment room was where I relaxed.

I loved the girls, but an hour and a half long orgy wasn't relaxing in the slightest. It was more along the lines of exhausting.

I eased into the room, surprised to see the TV on and my first person shooter running, with Bridgette sprawled in the middle of the couch wearing my headset. She was so absorbed in the game, she didn't even notice me walk in.

I stood behind the couch and watched her play my game, knowing just how much a distraction could screw a person up. She wasn't half bad, I'd give her that much. Also, where I stood afforded me a very pleasant view down her top.

Over the last few days at work her excess body mass had dwindled to nearly nothing, and she'd asked to keep her giant tits until she had to donate them. It was basically all she had left, the rest of her body currently about the size as when we'd first met. She was nearly as big in the chest as Trina.

"Fuckin' eat it, loser!" she cackled into the headset, pausing for a moment while whoever she just shot said something back.

"Oh please, it wouldn't be worth the effort, you probably got a needle dick like your daddy," she taunted. "That's why it was so easy to fuck your mom. You'll just have to jack it like you do every other fucking day. You must be fucking talented at using the magnifying glass and tweezers by now..." She paused, listening to whatever was said with a growing incredulous expression. "Because you have a tiny dick, Dumbass! Tweezers are the only way you could jerk it!"

I chuckled. Bridgette was a whole lot better at smack-talk than I'd ever be.

Her head whipped around, and she looked a little embarrassed at being caught playing video games, but I wasn't going to judge. I'd be the worst kind of hypocrite if I did.

Instead I walked around to the front of the couch and perched on the armrest. "Playing Army?" I teased, making her blush slightly. "I didn't know you were into this kind of thing."

She shrugged. "Well, on my skinny days, and even on my heavy days sometimes, I get recognized in public. I'm infamous, remember? I can't have any kind of normal interaction with strangers. Except... on this stupid game, and others like it. I can just be the gamer chick, and no one's trying to fucking score with the slutty pornstar," she scowled.

I laughingly pointed out, "Unless I'm mistaken, someone just told you to suck his dick."

She smiled ruefully. "Yeah, he did. But by the time I was done shit-talking him, everyone else in the match was laughing so hard at him he couldn't even defend himself. Fucking cunt-snot little bastard."

I chuckled, still staring down her top, and Bridgette pushed her chest out a little under my attention. It was a good thing I'd made her muscles strong enough to carry that weight. Waitaminute...

I groaned, "I'm so sorry, Bridgette. I think I need to make the maids' backs stronger. Especially Trina's. I'm going to need some body mass."

The ex-pornstar pouted, "You're taking away my tits?"

"Yeah. Again, I'm sorry. Those three are back problems waiting to happen." It had been days now. They had to be feeling the strain.

Bridgette gave me a considering look. "One hour," she said, not explaining further.

"One hour?" I repeated dumbly.

The blonde nodded. "One hour of me playing army with your giant fucking dick in me, for taking away my mighty boobs."

I crossed my arms. "Thirty minutes," I bargained. "It's going to be torture to keep still enough so that you're not screaming into the microphone."

She raised her chin and narrowed her eyes. "Forty-five," she countered. "You're man enough to take it."

I bounced my foot a little while I thought it over. "Deal. Take your pants off. You want a drink before I'm under you?"

Bridgette set her control on the coffee table and began working her leggings down. "Yeah. Grab me one of those vodka wine coolers, will ya?"

I grabbed us each a drink, a wine cooler for her and a beer for me. I settled into the middle of the couch, lowering my pants and boxers down to my ankles.

Bridgette spent a minute getting me hard with her mouth and sultry eyes before lining me up and sinking her wet pussy all the way down until she was in my lap facing the television. She picked up her control and began looking for a new match.

I gently rubbed her spine through her top. "Hey, Bridgette? Do you want a new face?" I offered.

She paused, and very slowly turned her head to look at me. "I thought you liked my face?" she questioned, sounding like her feelings were hurt.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and hugged her tight. "I do! We all do. You have the only natural face in the house, so that makes you the fairest of them all by default. If it was up to me, you'd look like you forever. I love your face... but I love you more. If being recognized in public really is such a hassle, I can make that better for you."

She searched my expression for something. Whatever she found, she seemed to like, because she relaxed out of her stiff posture and leaned back into my chest.

"I'll think about it," she decided. "Now grab my big fucking tits while I still have them, and I'm gonna kill me some fucking posers."

"Poozers," I corrected with a grin, even as I slid my hands beneath her massive breasts to give them a good squeeze before opening my beer.

"Poozers, then," she agreed. "It's on like motherfuckin' Donkey Kong!"

I was slouched on the couch with a beer in my hand, but there was very little relaxation involved in it. Bridgette stayed motionless and impaled on my cock, except for the periodic squeezing of her Kegel muscles. I fought to keep myself from thrusting up into her.

No, I decided. This wasn't relaxing at all. It was pretty fun, though.

******

Valeria Hixon was a sight to see, there was no doubt about that. She went from a chubby, not especially curvy brunette to a tall and thin white-haired angel with permanently golden-tan skin and large, white feathered wings sprouting from her shoulder blades. It was impossible to look away, no matter how hard I tried.

She fluttered her wings, frowning thoughtfully, and reached over to adjust a few of her feathers on her left wing into better alignment. "It's strange," she commented. "Having my feathers not right is incredibly irritating."

She'd done some research on her own, and came into her shaping appointment with a large printout of a syrinx diagram and accompanying documentation. A syrinx, it turned out, was what songbirds used to make two sounds at once. Her voice was now a harmony of two female voices when she spoke, and she was ridiculously happy about that. It only took her minutes to get the hang of her new voice box.

"Is that a problem, Ms. Hixon? To be honest, I'm not sure how I'd go about fixing that."

She turned to the other side, looking over her shoulder and past her wing to judge her new, smaller and tighter ass. "Probably not," she decided. "It'll help me keep my wings pretty without constantly having to check them over."

I nodded, accepting her reasoning. "Good. Now, how are you feeling? Any discomfort, or nausea, or anything like that?"

She turned away from the mirrors, happy tears springing in her eyes. "I didn't expect it to feel so real! I mean, part of me was thinking that it would be like costume wings that were always on, but look!"

She spread her large wings out to the sides, easily a twelve-foot wingspan. "I can control them, and it's so easy! I can feel through them, and they're beautiful, and... I'm an angel. For real."

I smiled, and finally stopped fighting myself from staring. She was going to draw the eye, no matter what. "Okay, great! You're satisfied with your wings, and they don't seem to be causing you any problems. Yet, anyway. How about the rest of you? Your skin tone is to your liking? Your hair color? The shape of your body? Really look now, because once we're done here, this is the new you. I want you satisfied before you leave."

She turned back to the mirrors thoughtfully, manipulating her modest, deep golden breasts with her hands, smoothing down her thin, athletic stomach, and threading her fingers through the strip of downy white feathers directly above her otherwise bald vagina.

"I am very satisfied," she finally decided. "The downy landing strip over my cooch was a nice touch. Good idea, Mr. Marks."

"Fantastic. Now I'm going to send in Kimberly to get your measurements and clothing to wear out. We stocked bustiers just for you, and further shapings like yours. Your wings are going to prevent you from wearing a regular bra, I'm afraid."

She nodded thoughtfully. "You're right. Tops are going to be a little hard to come by too, now that I think about it. Know any good tailors?"

I nodded. "There's a talented tailor right in the building, his shop is connected to the waiting room. His work is really good, but you pay for the quality, you know?"

Her gorgeous golden face smiled quirkily at me. "This guy I met gave me a seventy-five percent discount on my shaping. I've still got well over sixty grand of my inheritance to play with."

I grinned and gathered her file, still unable to take my eyes off the extremely exotic beauty. "Well, then I think we're done here. I'll send Kimberly in to get your clothing situated. You certainly are striking, Ms. Hixon, take care not to cause traffic accidents," I warned her seriously.

The angel-shaped woman gracefully bounced over to me, her stark white wings fluttering behind her, and she threw her arms around my neck in a joyous, grateful hug.

I could no more turn away that hug than I could lift a car over my head. I carefully wrapped my free arm around her waist and held her nude body as chastely as I could manage.

After a long moment, she gave me a feather-light kiss to my cheek and stepped away. "Thank you, Mr. Marks," she nearly whispered in her two-tone voice. "This is everything I'd always dreamed."

I had to clear my throat before I could speak. "You're quite welcome, Ms. Hixon. Remember what I told you, about if you need a job after this? You are, to date, the most exotic shaping I've ever done. We'd be happy to employ you if you need it."

******

The door opened and Charles peeked his head inside, a hunted look on his face. "Hey, Mr. Jeff," he greeted. "Uh, can I hide in here with you for awhile?"

I nodded, a little confused but welcoming the company. "Sure, c'mon in. Want a beer?"

Autumn lazily sat upright from where she'd pillowed her head on my thigh. "I'll get it, Master," she assured me, gathering a bottle of beer from the small fridge for my groundskeeper and then leaving the entertainment room entirely, giving us privacy.

Charles gratefully took the cold brew, took a big swallow, and pressed the bottle against his forehead.

"Everything all right, Charles?" I worried.

"Oh, uh... Yes? I'm good. Just... How do you handle it?"

I was confused. "How do I handle what?"

"The attention! It was always my dream, right? Be a big, muscled guy with a great big dick... Uh, thanks for that, by the way. Anyway, be a real guy with sexy women throwing themselves at me, but the reality is something else altogether. I've only got three women trying to get me into bed, but you've got six. How do you do it?"

I shrugged, still confused. "Generally I handle it by just going along with whatever they want."

Charles took another drink of his beer, staring at the bottle as he swirled the remaining contents around. "Wish I could just do that," he admitted.

"Wait, you mean you haven't!?"

The guy opened and closed his mouth for a moment. "Are you saying that I could? Isn't there some kind of, I don't know, non-fraternization policy or something?"

I set my own bottle down on the coffee table and leaned in. "We don't really have a lot of rules here, Charles. Rule one is you don't invite strangers into our home. Rule two is no means no. Rule three is that if you sleep with anyone here, you have to take care to not hurt anyone's feelings. As long as everyone involved agrees that it won't impact your jobs, I don't see why you can't have fun with those girls."

"All this time I could've been taking them up on their offers?" Charles looked like he was about to start kicking himself. "I was running out of excuses to not hurt their feelings."

I picked my bottle back up and drained what was left. "It's been like... eight days now, right? And not once?" I disbelieved.

Charles finished his own bottle. "Not once," he agreed.

Just then Bryce wiggled into the room, a mile of tan cleavage showing in her tiny black and white French maid's uniform. She bent over in front of the television, doing what was probably unnecessary dusting, showing both Charles and I that beneath the petticoats she didn't believe in wearing any underwear and also that her stark white bottom had some beautiful diagonal tan lines.

Then she straightened, walked to the mini-fridge, and spent an abnormally long time bent over while fetching the two of us a pair of new beers, her perfectly curved ass and bald pussy framed by the white petticoats like a master work of art.

She set the drinks on the coffee table in front of us, shook her shoulders to set her tits into motion while she was still bent over, and gave us a lewd wink full of promises.

Then she sauntered back out of the room.

I looked at Charles, then tilted my head meaningfully towards the door Bryce had just left through.

He jumped to his feet. "Uh, thanks for the beer, Mr. Jeff. And the advice."

I raised my new beer in salute. "Go get her, Buddy."

I watched Charles hustle out of the room after the maid and took a drink of my bottle, chuckling to myself. He actually resisted them for eight whole days...

"Well... shit," I muttered to myself. "I guess I owe Bridgette twenty bucks and head."

******

Looking around the long dining table, I couldn't help but to smile uncontrollably to myself.

There were ten of us around the table, a multitude of conversations going on at once. I had been alone for so long before my power kicked in, but now I had all these people living with me. Every mealtime was a gathering.

Pixie sat to my left, as she did most days. She ate with only her left hand, simply so she could keep her other hand on my inner thigh, more or less right on my dick. If Pixie wasn't sitting next to me with a hand on my groin, she was across from me with a foot in that spot. It was just how the woman was.

The person who sat to my right seemed to change meal to meal in some arcane rotation that wasn't shared with me. Today it was Kimberly, deep in a discussion with Summer over the food. The stroganoff today was as spectacular as everything she'd ever cooked for us. More so, maybe, considering she was cooking for eleven now.

Charles had Trina sideways in his lap, and she seemed to be having a blast feeding them both with her gigantic tits in the way of everything. Charles didn't seem to mind the shelf of milk chocolate juggs making it impossible for him to feed himself today. Judging by the way Trina's chest was heaving and the way her eyelids fluttered here and there, Charles was fondling her sensitive ass cheeks where they spilled far over his thigh.

Good for him.

Not one of us gave them even a sideways look. Compared to some of the things we all got up to, being fed dinner and a little fondling was downright tame.

Someone had their foot stroking my dick, just up from where Pixie's little hand was cupped around its head. Across from me sat Summer, Winter, and Autumn, side by side by side, and all three had long enough legs to be the culprit, but it didn't really matter whose foot it was. I was enjoying the attention, and whoever was the owner of the foot was probably enjoying it too.

My Protectorate watch started chiming, its face pulsing a soft blue. Conversation around the table stopped, and many a worried look turned my way.

It wasn't the blaring alarm like the Destroyer summons, so I wasn't that worried over it. I squeezed the sides of the device, and an image of Evac's face and head coalesced into being above it.

"Hi Jeff!" she greeted me cheerfully.

I smiled back. "Hello, Evac. What's up?"

"Do you mind if I pop by? There's a care package here at headquarters for you."

I glanced around the table, and no one seemed to have any objections. "No, we're just having supper. You're welcome to join us, if you like."

Evac grinned at me across the connection. "I just might do that. About ten minutes or so?"

I nodded. "Sounds good. See you then."

The connection winked out, and I noticed everyone else at the table was staring at me.

"What?"

Winter seemed to find her voice first. "Did you just invite a famous superheroine to eat with us?"

I'd finally looked into the superteam I'd been strong-armed into joining, and I wished I hadn't. The Andreas Protectorate were considered to be the cream of the crop, the most capable and famous of all the superteams in the world. I knew of Warmaiden and Psionica, of course, everyone did. Besides them, each and every member of the team was nearly as famous as those two, and I had no idea. Gearbox, for instance, was considered just as awesome as Warmaiden and Psionica, and the only thing I really knew about her before was that she was one of the smartest people in the world.

Knowing just how famous these women were was going to make it harder to act normally around them in the future. I wished I'd never looked them up. Evac was the exception, though. We'd worked together during the Destroyer battle for too many hours for me to still have that level of discomfort with the blonde teleporter.

I shrugged, "Well, yeah? I'm kind of friends with her now, after the whole Mexico thing."

Summer abruptly stood. "I'll make her a plate. Kimberly? She doesn't know anyone here except for Master, maybe Autumn too. It would be best to seat her next to him."

Kimberly huffed, rolled her big exotic eyes and leaned into me for a kiss where she slipped me a little tongue, then got up and moved her plate down the table.

I grabbed the foot in my lap by the ankle and tickled it, making Autumn squeal and wiggle, yanking it from my grasp. I shook my finger at her. "Let's try and behave ourselves in front of my new friend, shall we?"

Trina sighed loudly. Then she wrapped her arms around Charles's neck and kissed the hell out of him before whispering in his ear. She, too, got up and moved down the table to sit in her own seat.

Whatever she whispered to Charles seemed to have him perking up, even as he tried to surreptitiously wipe his pant leg with a napkin.

It took me a moment to figure it out. None of the maids wore panties, I'd learned, and she must have left a wet spot on him. He really didn't seem to mind at all.

Minutes later there was a dim flash of light behind me, and I turned to see Evac in her pink and yellow bodysuit moving her sunglasses into her hair, a cardboard box at her feet.

"Hey," I greeted her and stood. "Come and sit, Summer's getting you a plate."

The superheroine gave me a quick hug in greeting and sat where I pointed her.

She smiled around the table, ignoring everybody else's star-struck expressions. "Thanks for inviting me, it smells amazing!"

I waited to continue eating until Evac could join us. "Can I ask you a question? I've been wondering about your sunglasses since I met you."

She grinned and adjusted her hot pink glasses in her hair a bit. "They're AR glasses. I can port anywhere with line of sight, but my range is much higher than that. The glasses show me coordinates to port to. Gearbox tricked them up for me."

I sat back, impressed. "Really? You can do that? Just... blindly teleport with only numbers?"

She shrugged. "Sure. It's part of my power, one of the secondaries. You know, right? I'm sure you have your own secondary powers."

Summer came back into the room and set a plate in front of Evac, a cold drink just behind it.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I should make introductions here," I cringed as Summer retook her seat. "Okay, this is Pixie on my left. Uh, the white triplet is Winter, the black one is Summer, and you've met Autumn.

"Bridgette is the blonde, Kimberly is the Japanese girl, Charles is the guy on the other end. To his left is Bryce, and on his right is Jyo. To her right is Trina. Everyone? This is Evac. She's my friend."

Evac smiled, "Nice to meet you all." Then she sampled a bite of food and moaned. "Okay, this is the best thing I've tasted in years. Who do I need to make friends with to get more of this regularly?"

I pointed across the table at Summer as the woman in question blushed furiously. Her blush didn't really show on her complexion unless it was really fierce, and Summer was blushing worse than I'd ever seen her do. "Summer cooks for us. It's really good, right?"

"The best," Evac agreed. "You have some talent, Summer. This is about ten miles above the slop we get at HQ."

I dug into my own plate again, watching Evac inhale hers out of the corner of my eye. She wasn't just being polite, not with the way she was eating. She really was in love with Summer's cooking.

No one seemed to want to talk in front of Evac. Still star-struck, I guessed. It was up to me to engage her and make her feel welcome.

"So, you mentioned secondary powers? I'm afraid I haven't heard of that before."

"Well sure! Like, I can easily port anywhere in about a four mile radius as long as I have coordinates or I've been there before and can visualize it. Warmaiden can instinctually calculate applied force and ballistic arcs. Blitz has amazing timing abilities. Stuff like that."

I frowned. "I haven't noticed anything like that with my power. The only thing I've really noticed is I have something like a trust sense."

Her mouth full, Evac gestured for me to elaborate.

I shrugged uncomfortably. "If I talk to someone for long enough, I get a gut feeling over whether or not they're trustworthy. It doesn't really make any sense to me, but there it is anyway."

Evac nodded consideringly. "Hm. If I had to guess? Your power deals with biology. Specifically, human biology, right?"

I shrugged again. "As far as I know, anyway," I agreed.

"Well, you're probably reading body language on a subconscious level. I would also venture that you can remember anything about anatomy like you'd just learned it. And then, given what I've seen you do? You probably have mad visualization skills. You'd have to, to do the level of detail I've seen in your shapings."

I stared at her, blown away. "That explains so much."

She smiled impishly at me. "Secondary powers," she reiterated. "Wouldn't make much sense to give you power and not the tools to use it, right?"

I blinked to myself for a bit, churning over the new information. I'd been stumbling in the dark for years now, and I had this amazing resource on superpowers and how they functioned that I never even thought about tapping.

I let Evac eat without further interruption, seeing and hearing just how much she was enjoying it. Besides, I had my own food that was getting cold.

When she had finished, and was contentedly sipping at her drink, I finally remembered the whole reason she came over in the first place. "So what's in the box?"

Half of the table chorused, "What's in the box!?" in a quote from Seven, making everyone giggle nervously except for Evac. Evac burst into genuine laughter.

"It's a care package from the Yucatan Guerillas, in thanks for all the lives you saved."

"We saved," I corrected. "I couldn't have saved anyone if you hadn't been bringing them to me."

Evac shook her head, her short blonde hair waving. "I helped, but it was you, Jeff. Healing is a rare power, rarer than you know, apparently. We always lose capes to Destroyers. Always. This last one, we didn't lose any, and that's thanks to you. Blitz, for instance, would have bled out without you, no matter where I ported her. Even if she had survived, she'd have been crippled for life. Instead she was back out fighting again twenty minutes after she should have died. You put six of the Guerillas back together, and they're grateful. They wanted you to know, and show some appreciation, that's all."

I shifted uncomfortably. Praise from a genuine heroine wasn't easy to take. "Oh. Okay, I guess?"

Evac giggled. She leaned over and gave me a quick hug, then stood to her feet and backed from the table. "I should get back on duty. Thanks for supper, the others are going to be so jealous when I brag about just how good this food was. You're my new best friend, Summer. It was nice to meet you all."

She gave us all a cheerful wave, and then vanished in a twist of reality and a dim flash of light.

"You're friends with superheroines," Bridgette stated flatly, her tone one of mild disbelief.

I stood and walked over to the box, peering down at it. "Well, not Psionica. But I'm also friends with the pornstar I lusted after for years and years, too. I'm a likable guy!" I jokingly proclaimed.

"You are, Jeffery," Pixie stated in all seriousness. "Even when I was a crippled, blind old lady and didn't even know what you really looked like, I liked you so much. Having you visit was the highlight of my days back then."

I ducked my head in embarrassment and focused on the box. Inside there was a handwritten letter sitting above a myriad of items. I grasped the letter and began reading through it, thankful that they'd written it in English for me.

"Well? What does it say?" Kimberly demanded.

"Uh, there's a lot of thanks. It looks like every one of the Guerillas signed it, there must be like fourteen signatures here. Um, there's an open offer to visit them whenever I like, and an offer of creating a supersuit for me. Apparently one of their auxiliaries has a talent for that kind of thing, and they were a little upset that the guy who saved some of their lives showed up in a hoodie and jeans. They're blaming the Protectorate for not outfitting me as I deserve, apparently."

Pixie pursed her lips. "That might be something to consider, Jeffery. A properly made costume would have protected you from all of the blood that soaked into your clothing and skin. Also, I heard Warmaiden's press conference. If you're trying to keep yourself secret, a mask of some kind might be a good idea."

"I'm already imagining Master in a skintight supersuit," Winter added. "Showing off his body. Mmmm."

I shook my head and dropped the letter beside the box. "The way Warmaiden made that sound was like it was all my idea, but it wasn't. She's just not all that jazzed anymore that I use my first name as my codename, and didn't want to air that on TV. I mean, I closed the shop the day of the attack. It's not going to take people long to put two and two together that I'm the new auxiliary."

"Unless the Protectorate is covering your tracks," Pixie pointed out. "You really should consider a real codename, Jeffery. Supers use them for good reason, you know."

It hit me that I could be endangering everyone in my household with my silly preference to be called by my first name. "I'll give it some thought," I managed.

In the box was a high-tech communicator, like a twenty-fifth century walkie-talkie. A pair of board shorts with the name 'Cancun' up the side. A new hoodie and pair of jeans that matched the ones I had ruined during the fight. Two pairs of boots. A device that when I activated it projected a three-dimensional image of the entire Yucatan Guerillas superteam clustered together, waving and cheering their thanks. Then there was a lot of little touristy odds and ends from both Cancun and Merida, including the gaudiest keychain I'd ever laid eyes on. It was magnificently garish, and I feel in love with it immediately. I fished my keys from my pocket to attach the keychain right away.

Pixie held up the board shorts to inspect them. "Cancun!" she exclaimed. "We should go to Cancun for our vacation, Jeffery!"

I frowned. "That's on the coast, and they just had a Destroyer attack near there."

Pixie hopped in place excitedly. "I know! It's like a lightning strike, Jeffrey. They shouldn't have another attack in the area for quite some time now. I'll get something like the tropical vacation I wanted, and you can meet the superteam there and get a costume made."

"You really want this?" I softly asked.

She nodded, her wild red hair bobbing. "I really do, Jeffery. Please?"

I caved in. I had concerns, sure, but it wasn't really fair for me to deny everyone else sun and beach because I was afraid of Destroyers showing up. "Okay. Cancun then, or Merida if you can't book enough rooms?"

Pixie squealed and jumped on me, sticking her tongue in my mouth. I easily held the little redhead as she enthusiastically kissed me in her celebration.

I must have been kissing her for too long, because the next thing I knew, my pants were being undone and someone was stroking my ass cheeks with both hands.

I looked around Pixie's clinging body, finding Summer and Autumn in front of me on their knees. I would have bet every dollar I had that Winter was behind me. I didn't even need to look.

I glanced over to where Charles and the maids sat watching us. "Um..."

Pixie turned her head to see what I was looking at, before turning back to me. "Jeffery, they live here now. It's about time they see what we get up to. It's okay, Sweetie. Just go with it."

My pants dropped, and I heard multiple, sharp intakes of breath from the maids, but I didn't object. Pixie asked me to go along with it, so I did. There was little I wouldn't do for her.

Pixie resumed kissing me, Autumn and Summer started working over my dick, and Winter went after my asshole. Like she preferred.

I backed off from Pixie's kiss. Winter liked licking my ass, and it didn't do anything for me... but I could change that. All I had to do was let go of my hang-up about my butt hole and do a little self-shaping.

I reached around Pixie's leg and tapped Winter's head. "Winter, Honey, give me a second here."

Winter backed her face from between my cheeks, and I set Pixie down so I could reach. I brushed my fingers over my anus, feeling the slight pulling sensation of the shaping.

"Okay, Winter. Have at it."

This time when her tongue began exploring me it felt ten times better than before. I moaned and clutched the back of Winter's head, trying to get her face even closer.

Pixie wondered, "What did you do to yourself, Jeffery?"

I could barely keep my eyes open. "Winter likes licking my butt too much. I made it feel good to me for her."

Pixie giggled in amusement, even as she stripped her clothing off. "Took you long enough. I don't know what your big problem with that ever was, anyway."

"I dunno," I stuttered out. "It always seemed a little... gross. Maybe a little gay, too. But Winter is obviously not grossed out, so..."

Pixie grasped my face with her little hands, reaching over Summer and Autumn as they worshipped my cock. "Jeffery, there's nothing 'gay' about enjoying having your butt played with, but that's beside the point. I want you to consider something: With your power, you are functionally a shapeshifter. Gender for you can be the same as deciding which pair of shoes to wear is for everyone else. All you have to do is let go of your hang-ups, and there's a whole other world of sex for you to enjoy. A literal fuck-ton of lesbian sex is at your fingertips if you want. Winter, do me a favor and stick a finger up his butt, would you?"

My eyes widened as Winter moved her face to kissing and licking my ass cheek, and my mouth opened to stop her, but I was too late. Winter's thin finger wiggled up inside of me and I couldn't make any sounds.

Winter made a small sound of victory, and whatever she was doing inside of me was making a huge pressure build.

Pixie looked at my face and smiled brightly. "Looks like she found your prostate, Jeffery. Just enjoy it, Honey. Don't think about anything except how good that feels. Now, you're going to cum like a firehose, and I want some of that, so I'm going to join the sisters on your dick."

I helplessly watched Pixie kneel between the sisters, and looked to everyone else for their reactions, feeling embarrassed.

Bridgette and Kimberly sat next to each other, enjoying both of the floor shows going on at that moment. There was us, and then there were the new house staff.

Charles had Trina naked and on the table on her hands and knees, fucking her doggy style with her big ass being compressed with every one of his thrusts. Beneath Trina in a sixty-nine position was Jyo, and she seemed to be giving them both attention with her mouth as he plowed her.

Bryce stood next Charles, passionately kissing the gardener as he fondled her nude body. Her hands explored both his and Trina's bodies as the four engaged in some energetic fornication.

The immense pressure that Winter was building for me became impossible to hold back, and I made a strangled sound.

Pixie started jacking my cock inches from her face, her mouth open wide. Summer and Autumn got their faces close to Pixie's, waiting for me to explode.

I made wordless pleas, reaching over the three kneeling women to brace myself on the back of one of the dining chairs.

A couple more heartbeats and that pressure released, powerful convulsions of my cock spewing what seemed like an endless amount of cum.

Pixie took the first shot in her mouth, then began aiming me around to glaze over all three faces in front of my dick. It seemed to last far longer than any orgasm I'd had before, pushed along by Winter's finger on my prostate.

Eventually it tapered away, and Pixie stretched her mouth around my cockhead to get the last bit still left in the tank. My legs felt weak, and as Winter pulled her finger from me I started to sag.

Autumn jumped to her feet, proudly wearing my cum on her face, and supported me with her enhanced strength onto a chair, somehow without getting any of my own cum on me.

I just breathed deeply. That was quite the experience, and I wasn't sure how I felt about it yet.

Pixie grinned smugly from where she still knelt, scooping my cum from her face and eating it one finger full at a time. "See? I told you Jeffery. There's a lot you can experience, if you're brave enough and trust us enough to try. This is the tip of the iceberg, Honey."

I grimaced weakly. "Let me wrap my mind around this for awhile, will you?"

Pixie nodded, having cleaned her face as best she could. "Of course, Jeffery." Then she tackled Summer to lick the ebony beauty's face, causing them both to squeal and giggle as they rolled around the floor.

Winter grasped my thigh and squeezed. "Thank you, Master, for changing yourself for me."

I patted her hand.

"Jeffery," Pixie called from where she was pinned beneath Summer, "Don't forget to use that communicator and thank the Guerillas, maybe let them know you'd like to visit in July."

******

The communicator was intuitive to use, thankfully.

I sat alone in the entertainment room, having begged off any company while I made the call.

One press of my thumb to the big green circle and the face of the device lit up like a computer screen, a stylized hourglass symbol smoothly rotating as I waited for someone to pick up on the other end.

After a little less than a minute, the screen changed to show a woman in what looked like an armored Mardi Gras mask.

I understood the word 'Hola' and the name 'Yucatan Guerillas', but other than that everything she said went right over my head.

"I should have had Autumn with me," I muttered quietly, kicking myself. "Hi, this is Jeff, uh, from the Andreas Protectorate. Is there anyone there that speaks English? I know like ten words of Spanish, sorry."

Saying that I was with the Andreas Protectorate out loud was still so surreal. For anyone, that would be an unobtainable dream. For a guy, it was even ten times further out of reach.

The woman's eyes lit up behind her mask, and she hurried off, away from the screen. I waited again for a few minutes, and then a new woman was sitting herself into the chair.

"Hola, Jeff," she smiled genuinely at me. "It is wonderful to speak with you."

I took in her green horned helmet and domino mask, and drew a complete blank. "Hi there," I tried. "Um, I don't mean to be rude, but did we meet?"

The superheroine looked incredibly entertained. "We did. It's funny, I can't go anywhere in Mexico without being recognized and fawned over. Parts of the United States as well. During the battle against the Hydra, it caught me with the tip of its tail, sliced me right open. Your teleporter brought me right to you, and you put my intestines back in my body and put my breast back together without a second look at me, and then simply moved on to the next casualty. I am Dragóna de Mayo, the nominal leader of the Yucatan Guerillas."

I didn't think I was ever so embarrassed. "I am so sorry. That whole day was more or less a blur of people to me. Uh, 'The May Dragon'? Is that right?"

She laughed in a way that somehow managed to put me at ease. "That's right. Perhaps you know more than ten words of Spanish, no? Hello, Thank you, Dragon, May, and eight names for food, yes?" she teased.

I blushed, but accepted her gentle teasing in the spirit it was offered. "You wouldn't be far from the mark. Um, I got the care package, which is part of why I'm calling. It was incredibly thoughtful and generous, and I appreciate it very much, but you all really didn't need to."

"But we did, Jeff," she stated in all seriousness. "You saved not only my life and five of my teammates', but hundreds of my fellow countrymen and women. A small token of our appreciation was the least we could do, and yet it seems so very inadequate."

I shifted uncomfortably. "Oh. Okay. Um, you're welcome? In the letter that came with the box, there was an offer of making a costume for me? If that's still open, I'd like to take you up on it. If that's okay."

She smiled broadly. "It is. You are to visit us?"

"Yeah. Um, I'm taking all of my friends and employees to either Cancun or Merida for a vacation in July. If I could visit and get that done? It's time I started behaving like a real cape. That means a uniform and a real codename."

"The others will be very excited to hear this!" she beamed. "And have you chosen a codename?"

I blinked in thought. "Shaper," I decided. "Call me Shaper."

******

I handed the file to Janice and asked, "Who's next?"

The pretty black woman gestured upward with a finger. "Pixie wants to see you upstairs. You've got about a half-hour before the next client."

"And we're working a half-hour late now too, aren't we?

She shrugged, "Gotta make the time somehow, right?"

I was so glad that Janice handled all the scheduling, and more that she was good at it. I wouldn't want to have to shuffle people around like she did regularly to make sure everything ran smoothly. It wasn't even what she was schooled in. The former nurse was a godsend.

I made a mental note to give Janice a raise. She'd earned it many times over by now.

"Okay, I guess I'm going to see Pixie then. Thanks, Janice."

"Anytime, Mr. Marks," she smiled, then turned her attention to her computer screen.

I hustled through the back and up the stairs, going into Pixie's office and plopping onto a chair in front of her desk, relishing the chance to get off of my feet. "What's up, Pix?"

Pixie grinned cheerfully. "We got the deposit from the tax thing!"

I blinked. "Already?"

Pixie looked so sad for a moment. "It's been months, Jeffery. You need that vacation really bad, don't you?"

I shrugged uncomfortably. "Probably. How much did we get back?"

"Seven-point-eight million and change."

I whistled. "Hey, do me a favor and cut Jenna a check for a quarter of that, will you? Oh, and I want to give Janice a raise, as long as we're talking money."

Pixie tapped on her calculator for a second. "Do you really want to give away one-point-nine-five million dollars?"

"I'm not giving away anything!" I protested. "Jenna just found us nearly eight million dollars of free money, plus all the tax breaks going forward. She earned that bonus."

The tiny redhead folded her arms. "She did. But what if she decides to retire on this? Nearly two million dollars is enough where she doesn't need to work anymore."

My stomach clenched at the thought. Still, "That's up to her. I'm not denying her a reward just because I'm afraid she might quit after."

Pixie nodded, then her face turned into the mischievous look that was so familiar. "Okay. But you get to tell her!"

I opened my mouth to protest, but Pixie was already on the phone, asking Jenna to stop by her office.

I groaned and got back to my feet. I really wanted to sit longer. Jenna was two entire feet taller than me when we were both standing. If I was sitting? I'd have to crane my head nearly straight up to see her face.

Jenna eased her eight foot, incredibly muscled and curvy frame into the room. "What did you need Pixie? Oh," she quieted when she noticed me. "Um, hi Jeff."

I grinned affectionately, even as Pixie was gesturing for me to get on with it. "Hey Jenna. Look, that tax break you found for us? We got the amended return back, and we're rewarding you a quarter of it as a bonus. So as soon as she gets off her ass," I teased, shooting my best friend a look, "Pixie's going to cut you a check for almost two million dollars."

Jenna stood flabbergasted. "You... Really? You're really going to give me that much?"

I couldn't help but to smile at her reaction. "Of course! And we're not giving you anything. You earned it. We're lucky to have you."

The next thing I knew Jenna had picked me up from the floor in her thick muscular arms, crushing me against her giant boobs, and she was spinning us around in circles as she squealed.

Then she stopped and pressed her lips to mine in a kiss that quickly went further than just friendly.

Her tongue slipped into my mouth, and I forgot where I was, and who I was with. I eagerly participated in what was likely the sweetest kiss that had ever been laid on me. It was just that good.

Abruptly the kiss stopped, I was dropped to the floor, and Jenna was racing out of the room. I sat stunned where I'd fallen.

I looked up as Pixie leaned over her desk. "Well," she commented wryly, "I can't say that was completely unexpected."

I struggled to my feet, wiping the butt of my pants off to make sure I hadn't picked up anything from the carpet. "I should have expected something like that. I mean, I did just tell her she was getting a lot of money."

"Sure Jeffery," the redhead patronized. "She kissed you because of the money. Right."

I gave her a sideways glance. "Yeah. What else could it be? She's married, remember?"

Pixie looked at me like I was incredibly stupid. Which, to be fair, I probably was. "Go check on her, Jeffery. Make sure she's okay."

I staggered out of Pixie's office, still not quite having my feet under me, and made my way down to Jenna's.

I knocked once and let myself in, and Jenna was standing in the middle of the room with her face in her hands, softly crying.

"Hey, Jenna? Are you okay?" I tried. I had no idea what was going on.

Jenna whirled around to face me, frantically wiping the tears from her face. "I am so, so sorry. So sorry, Jeff. Please, please don't fire me?" she begged.

I cocked my head in confusion. "Why would I fire you? You're the best! As a matter of fact, we were concerned that this bonus would let you quit and then we wouldn't have you anymore."

She briefly spread her long arms out to her sides. "This is my dream job!" she insisted. "I get to run the books for a really successful company, and I'm valued for what I can do, and everyone here is so nice... and my really forgiving boss maybe won't fire me for picking him up off the floor and kissing the hell out of him?"

I smiled wryly. "Honestly? That was a really good kiss."

She looked at me, and this time I could interpret her face. She quietly agreed, "It really was."

I ran my hands through my hair in a little frustration, only now noticing the tension that she must have been dealing with for so long. I really was clueless. "But you're married," I said just as quietly, "and I'm already involved with more than one woman."

"But I'm married," she agreed. The absence of the rest of what I'd said was deafening.

I walked up to her and gave her a friendly side-hug. "Listen. You're amazing, okay? No one is getting fired. We can pretend that kiss never happened. Enjoy all of that money, and we will happily employ you as long as you want to work here."

Her large hand rubbed my back for a moment, and then she turned away to walk around her desk. "Thank you, Mr. Marks," she whispered.

"Jeff!" I insisted, pointing an accusing finger at her. "You call me Jeff. No take backs, remember?"

She finally smiled, weak though it was. "Right. Jeff."

******

I held Kimberly's face with my hands, kissing her with every bit of love and affection I felt for the busty Japanese goddess.

Kimberly whimpered into my mouth, clutching one of her huge breasts as she rode my dick, putting serious effort into slamming herself down onto me, then lifting off almost languidly to repeat.

The group sex that had somehow become my norm was great, but sometimes I just wanted some one on one time.

Kimberly sat upright and moved my hands to her tits, where I happily played with her enormous fun bags.

The play of the muscles in her tiny waist was entrancing as she swiveled her hips around. She reached behind herself to stroke my balls as she continued her assault, her eyes beginning to roll into her head.

"I love you so much, Jeff," she breathed heavily. "So, so much."

"I love you too, Baby," I assured her. I didn't tell any of the girls that nearly enough, but it was true. I loved each and every one of them sincerely.

Kimberly's motion stuttered, and then she went limp in orgasm. I held her up with my hands sinking into the soft flesh of her tits as she squeezed and creamed around my dick.

I eased her down to lay on my chest, rubbing her narrow back and perky ass as she finally began to breathe again. Kimberly pressed thankful, affectionate kisses to my chest as she quaked in aftershocks.

"Mmm. Fuck me, Jeff. I need you to cum in me. Give it to me, Honey."

I took over driving, thrusting up into her as she lay on top of me. Her skin was so soft, and I indulged myself in exploring every inch within reach as I worked towards my own orgasm.

Kimberly gave me a mischievous glance right before she latched her mouth to my neck, sucking and tonguing my skin to help me along.

The women all had cheat buttons for me to use at will. The triplets had the entirety of their bodies sensitive to touch. The others had sensitive nipples. I could help any of them along if I needed to with a little more attention paid to their nipples alone.

They'd figured out my cheat button now, though. I don't know why, but getting mouth and/or tongue on my neck just raced me to the finish line. They'd apparently shared that information amongst themselves.

I started thrusting harder and moved my hands to pinch and pull Kimberly's nipples. If she was going to cheat, then so was I.

It took very little time after that before I was there. I thrust up hard into the Asian beauty, and the pressure that I'd been holding back broke free.

The feeling of my cock pulsing against Kimberly's wet velvet grip was incredibly satisfying, and not only for me. Me cumming inside of her pushed her over the edge, and she went limp on me again in another orgasm, motionless except for her vaginal convulsions as she creamed on my dick.

I let go of her nipples to wrap my arms around her narrow ribcage, holding my girl as she came and came.

Part of me was a little jealous of how powerful Kimberly's orgasms were. She was still clutching my dick with her pussy a good minute and a half after I'd finished cumming, so awash in pleasure that she couldn't even draw breath.

She took a deep and ragged breath, and lazily, clumsily stretched her long legs behind her, laying on me fully and relaxing into the cuddle.

"You're the best, Jeff," she whispered sweetly. "Can we just stay like this for a bit?"

I kissed the top of her head and tightened my arms around her. "How hard is it to talk me into cuddling?" I asked her jokingly. "But we're about to start leaking onto the mattress here. Gonna have to change the bedsheets after."

"Pffft," she sputtered. "We have maids to do that now."

Huh. I suppose we did have maids to do that now.

******

I had only taken the third bite of my meal when a woman dropped into the seat opposite of me.

"Hello, Jeff," she grinned.

I took in the short, tangled black hair that looked like it hadn't seen a brush in days, the manic, excited look in her eyes, the wrinkled, mismatched clothing, and the fidgeting that seemed like a symptom of attention deficit disorder.

Even though she wasn't wearing her visor or the skintight black bodysuit with embedded circuitry she used to interface with her vehicles, I still recognized her voice.

"Hello, Gearbox," I greeted quietly with forced casualness. "What's up?"

She shrugged cheerfully. "I wanted to meet you, but you passed out on the way back from Mexico. So I said to myself; 'Self? How are you going to actually talk to the guy?' And then it came to me, I'll just crash his lunch hour! And here I am!"

I smiled back uncertainly. Gearbox was widely considered to be the best engineer and programmer in the world. In her field, there was no one smarter. Outside of her field, there were still few that could even match her sheer intelligence. I felt more than a little out of my league, but that was old hat at this point. I could roll with it.

"Well, it's nice to meet you for real. Are you hungry? I can buy you lunch?"

She paused, and her eyes flicked back and forth as she thought about something. "Yeah," she said consideringly. "Starved, now that you mention it. I don't remember eating anything in the last couple of days."

I raised my hand to get the waitress's attention. "You haven't eaten in days!?" I disbelieved.

The genius shrugged sheepishly. "I've been working on a project. I tend to lose track of things when I'm inspired."

"Things like eating?" I wondered, amused.

She smiled and rolled her eyes. "Things like everything. Food, sleep, laundry, bathing, everything!" Gearbox suddenly stopped and surreptitiously sniffed by her armpit, before exhaling a sigh of relief. She grinned happily and triumphed, "Whew. Remembered to shower today!"

Suddenly her disheveled state made more sense. She must be incredibly absentminded when it came to anything other than her work. It somehow made her seem more like the rest of us mortals, instead of one of the Big Three of the Andreas Protectorate. Warmaiden, Psionica, and Gearbox were the role models for every superheroine on the planet, in addition to millions and millions of non-powered everyday women.

Josie the waitress came by, and the thin supergenius ordered way more food than I thought she could possibly fit into her stomach.

"So, what's going on? What's new with you?" she asked cheerfully.

"Well... I'm on my lunch break from work, which is still pretty successful. Um, I'm going to visit the Yucatan Guerillas in July, and they're going to make me an actual costume in thanks for the help with Hydra. Oh! I should probably let you know. I'm changing my code name to 'Shaper'. My best friend pointed out to me that I needed to protect my identity better."

Gearbox frowned and whispered into her watchband for a bit, before turning her focus back to me. "Okay, I made a note so I won't forget to have your codename changed in the database. I can still call you Jeff, though, right?"

I conceded, "Uh, out of costume I guess, sure?"

"Great!" she cheered, then looked down at her clothing, trying and failing to smooth out the wrinkles she'd just noticed. "Uh, I'm not in costume either right now, I guess. My name is Roberta. Bertie, to my friends." She looked at me wide-eyed, making sure I got the hint. "That includes you, Jeff."

I was on a first name basis with Gearbox. I idly wondered if I'd ever stop being in awe of the heroines around me nowadays. I reached across to shake her hand, which she did with both of hers. Vigorously. "It's a real pleasure to meet you, Bertie. So, what's the project you were working on? Or is that something I shouldn't be asking?"

Bertie grinned cheerfully, happy to talk about her work as her food started arriving. "It's a better predictive combat system, you know, for anticipating enemy movements and attacks, and then countering them automatically when I'm in my tank. See, the problem with the old system is-"

I smiled and ate as the genius dropped into a technical explanation that I could barely follow along with, much less understand. It seemed to me that she didn't get much chance to talk about her passions, and the least I could do for my new friend was to listen and ask simple questions as I thought of them.

"—so the new software will interface with the new shielding and the auto-evasion I've already got, and it'll be so much better, right?"

I smiled and agreed, "It certainly sounds like it."

Her gaze swept in a path over my head as she thought, and then she frowned and refocused back on me. "So, you're going to see the Guerillas?"

I nodded and sipped my drink. "Yeah. I'm taking a whole bunch of my friends and employees, and their families, down to the peninsula on vacation. They offered for me to come visit, so I thought, two birds, one stone, you know?"

Bertie's knee started bouncing so energetically that the table shook a bit. "Can I come along?"

I choked on my drink and spent a couple of minutes coughing into my napkin. "What!?" I croaked.

"They're going to try and convince you to transfer to their team, I just know it. They'd be crazy not to at least try. I want to come along and make it clear we're keeping you, no matter what. Besides, I've never been on a vacation before. It'll be fun!"

I tried, "Look, you don't have to worry about me leaving the team, okay? Besides the fact that I don't speak any Spanish, my parole means that I'm cemented to the Protectorate, and my shop is here in L.A."

She rolled her eyes. "You aren't on parole anymore. Not after Hydra. I know Warmaiden explained about the Lockdown volunteers, right? Right. Volunteering for a Destroyer fight wipes the state clean. Um... Maybe I wasn't supposed to tell you that. You're still going to help us, right? Still be on the team?"

My eyes widened not only at the information that I was completely off the hook, but at the celebrity superheroine's look of panic that I might leave her superteam. Me!

I stared at her and thought it over as she approached hyperventilation. I had wanted to make money with my power, which I did and continued to do. A lot of money. I'd also wanted to do some good, and I'd done that wherever I could. I'd never done as much good in as short a period of time, however, as when I'd helped during that Destroyer attack.

"I'm still helping," I assured her. "I can handle it as long as it will be like it was in Mexico. Far away from the Destroyer and just healing everyone put in front of me."

Bertie wiped her eyes with her napkin and then blew her nose into it, loudly. "I was so sure I'd just blown it. Thank you. All my best friends are in the Protectorate, and it's a dangerous job, you know? Having you on the team and able to fix us up if we get hurt, well... Me and my friends get to stay alive because of you. It really does mean everything to me, and all the others, that you're here."

I somehow doubted that Psionica was included in 'all the others', but I didn't say so. "So, you really don't need to come with to Mexico, Bertie. No worries over me leaving, okay?"

Gearbox wasn't one of the best superheroines in the world just because she could make nifty toys. The incredible focus and determination she was capable of was suddenly pointed my way.

"No, I really want to come. Like I said, I've never been on a vacation before. My power triggered when I was in middle school, and I've been learning or inventing nearly every day since. I've got so much leave from the Protectorate stored up, you don't even know. Oh! And we can take my big jet! I'll get us there faster and cheaper than flying commercial. Guaranteed."

"Okay, just... This is so embarrassing. I have more than one girlfriend. And they're affectionate. Really affectionate. And some of them are submissives, so I don't want the shenanigans we get up to making you look at me weirdly from now on."

Josie dropped off the check while Bertie looked at me consideringly. "How many girlfriends?"

I covered my eyes with my hands. "Six," I confessed. "I have six girlfriends."

I peeked through my fingers, but whatever the look on her face meant, I had no clue. Apparently, while my subconscious could read body language, my actual conscious was crap with reading faces. Still.

She jutted her chin out. "I still want to come."

I grasped the check to pay, and Bertie slid it out from under my fingers. "I'll pay, Jeff," she insisted. "I've been selling patents for years, I'm pretty rich."

I snatched the check from her hand and mock-haughtily told her, "So am I! Besides, I offered, and I like paying for my friends to eat with me. You did say we were friends, right?"

Her eyes softened. "Yeah," she said quietly. "We're friends. And as your friend, I'm flying us all to Mexico for a vacay. Savvy?"

I blew out a breath. "Savvy," I conceded.

How was I going to explain to Pixie that Gearbox invited herself along on our vacation, and that I just let her?

******

It started as just another morning, all of us sitting around the breakfast table before most of us had to leave to the shop.

Kimberly cleared her throat, then dug her giant, faintly golden tits out of her blouse and plopped them on the table.

"Uh-oh," I muttered under my breath. Kimberly tempting me with her breasts like this usually meant that she was trying to wheedle. Considering the amount of stuff she had to remove from her cleavage to do that, she had to have a plan already set in motion.

"Jeff, you know my birthday is next week?"

I nodded, and split my attention between her face and her puffy areolas. I felt zero guilt over staring at her boobs since she obviously wanted me to look. "Yeah, I know. I was going to surprise you by taking you car shopping."

"Aww," she smiled. "That's sweet of you, Jeff, but I can afford my own car whenever I want. What I'd really like though... I want to break the Cardinal Rule."

In my periphery, I saw the others get very still and heard Pixie suck in a breath through her perfect teeth.

I was lost, obviously. "What's the cardinal rule?"

Pixie glared at Kimberly. "The Cardinal Rule is that you don't ask Jeffery to use his power for frivolous shit!!" she hissed.

"And I agree with that, for the most part. I just think that birthdays should be an exception to the rule," Kimberly defended.

I had wondered at one point why no one ever really asked to use my ability for fun. "Wait, where was I when this rule was made? Pixie?"

Pixie glared at Kimberly for a moment longer before turning her attention to me. "I will not have anyone toying with your feelings because of what you can do, Jeffery. The big rule that I made sure everyone knew before moving in," she glared at Kimberly again, "was that asking for constant, temporary shapings was not a thing that would be happening. Anyone who wants to be with us is going to be for who we are, not for your power giving them a new thrill every day."

Kimberly finally pulled her boobs from the table to fold her arms under them. "I think everyone here has proven that's not why we're here. Like I said, just on birthdays. Maybe Christmas too."

"Pixie? I think this is okay. Besides, I'm terrible with choosing gifts. This is going to get me off the hook." I'd screwed up most of their birthdays since I met them, and buying Kimberly a car was the only idea I had for her. "Also, we just did something like that with the nuru massage and nothing bad happened, right?"

Pixie searched my eyes for something. "Are you sure?"

I shrugged. "Fairly sure. I mean, I appreciate you looking out for me like that, and I really don't want to be constantly reshaping everyone every day. But I can make birthdays pretty special, can't I?" Turning to Kimberly, I wondered, "What did you have in mind?"

Kimberly's eyes shifted around the room at everyone paying her close attention before refocusing on me. "Tentacle monster," she blurted, shamefaced.

Pixie's eyes got really big and her mouth fell open. A little drool even escaped.

"I don't know what that is," I embarrassedly admitted.

Kimberly dug her phone out and spent a few minutes on it before handing it to me.

It was a hentai video clip of a girl suspended and restrained by what looked like multiple long, prehensile dicks as all of her holes were plundered by more. There were even a pair writhing around her tits. The monster itself had a vaguely human-shaped torso and head, but all those tentacles originated from where its arms and legs should have been.

"You want to be this or did you want me to make myself into this?" I checked.

"I want you to be that, and do that to me," she pleaded.

I slid the phone back across the table to her, and Pixie snatched it up to watch the clip herself before Kimberly could take it back.

It was a very strange request. Poor, innocent Jeff of yesteryear apparently didn't know just how freaky sex could be once morphic superpowers were on the table. For that matter, neither did Jeff of yesterminute.

The problem was I needed at least one hand to shape things; it was one of my restrictions. At least, I thought I did. This 'Tentacle Monster' had no hands at all. In the end though, the honest truth was that I'd try pretty much anything at least once for any of the girls. "Okay. I'll give it a try for you. The weekend after your birthday?"

Kimberly beamed and worked on stuffing her boobs back into her top. "I'm so excited!"

She really was, in more ways than one. Her nipples were now at full extension and poking through her clothing.

This was going to require some thought and planning. And a lot of extra mass to make those tentacles as strong as they seemed. Well, I did need to enhance my density. It was high time I quit procrastinating that.

I looked around the room as every one of the women were staring off into space, imaginations sparked, as they wondered about their own birthdays.

All except for Pixie. Pixie was watching the hentai video over and over, her shoulder shifting as she played with herself under her skirt.

******