A New Marvellous Toy

Written in collaboration with Cross C

Though Superman had raced out of his office to go and get his wife for fucking, Dean wasn’t expecting him back anytime soon. As passionate about being cucked as the hero was there was something he didn’t know. Being that Dean had a connecting thread to Lois already thanks to their repeated rampant rammings together.

A simple text to Lois Lane was all it took for Superman’s wishes to be ignored. A little extra **** for the hero for fun. The text simply stated the instructions to claim a busy schedule today with no way of getting any free time until later, which thanks to existing mind control triggers was to be followed to the letter then deleted promptly.

Would Dean still fuck Lois in front of her husband? Of course! But why settle for a simple office when he could go for the true perfect goal? When Lois would finally become ‘free’ this evening, Dean would be oh so willing to do an emergency house visit for the couple.

Fucking a wife raw in her own marital bed while her husband watches. A truly decadent ideal.

But this left Dean with time to kill. Nicole was still mind broken from his Superman trap which meant he was temporarily out of toys to play with.

Well, that wasn’t fully true. Out of toys currently in the works, but infinite toys to play with after a little push.

See, it wasn’t just his office that had subliminal messaging installed. Dean was the master of all mind control so he could apply such imperceivable words to any surface and still have them affect any and all that gaze upon it. He had walked around the streets to apply, essentially, advertisements for his business around neighbourhoods and streets. His front door managed to convince anyone entering that this was a safe space and to be open to hypnosis.

But his greatest trick was to put an advertisement on the world’s most viewed letter. Superman’s S.

Genius really. A simple worded message saying ‘You are having relationship problems’ subliminally to all who see it. The obvious benefits that it would reinforce Lois and Clark’s crumbling marriage, but also any heroes and villains who simply glance at the broad chest of the greatest hero would suddenly have the subtle idea that whatever relationship they were in was in trouble. The second part ‘Text [Dean’s number] your name, problem, and potential super hero identity, then forget until you are contacted’ was a way for him to collect infinite data from any fool who dared glance at that S.

It had only been a few days since he’d managed to touch that symbol and install his magnum opus, but now Dean had so many new toys to play with.

The advert wasn’t instant, subliminal messaging never was. Prolonged exposure to full eye contact of the logo would certainly bring dividends, but most people didn’t look directly at Superman. He was too quick, flying about faster than a damned bullet. And even if they were looking at him for a while, who looks at the logo? It’s a nice image to look at but not in person. No, even with the advert the plan was slow. Only helped when a person actually was having relationship problems as the text came so much quicker then.

There was a drawback of having even a couple dozen civilians contacting him that it was making the search for real superheroes a slog. Still, nobodies could provide their own entertainment, and a new baby for Dean’s race was never a bad thing.

That may have been a confusing sentence for those unfamiliar with one of Dean’s many racial powers. The one that, perhaps, was the most threatening and dangerous power that caused much of his species to become hated throughout the galaxy: the Probability Seed. See, not only could his race convince others to have sex with them and birth their children, they could also infect other races to have sex with each other and still bring forth a child of their race, with the probability of if they were to have sex beforehand affecting the likelihood of birth.

In layman's terms, if a man and a woman were to have sex due to Dean’s hypnotic influence there was a chance their child would be part alien. That chance growing with how likely the man and woman were to not have sex beforehand. So a gay man and a lesbian woman? Before Dean it was 0%, but after hypnosis he could get them to screw hard enough that their alien son could also influence others.

Truly, even one of Dean’s race surviving could jumpstart an entire civilisation and re-infect the world in only a few years.

All this to say that the probability seed was fun to play around with. Dean had specifically found that incestual couples were the easiest to grow children with. Some strange societal rules that enforced familial bonds yet condemned those that felt any connection beyond that. So many didn’t want to fuck their close family that made the probability seed activate, but so many were just a nudge away from doing so.

Right now he was texting another successful client, some random woman with newly found marital problems after being saved from a burning building by that S. The woman, Carry Owens, was texting him back readily to explain her situation (and to send him some sexy nip pictures of her at her volunteer job) about how her husband, Terrance, was suddenly not arousing her enough. After minimal prompting she told Dean that the least likely person she would likely have sex with was her eighteen year old shut in disappointment of a son, Gary. So obviously the right course of action to rectify her marriage was to dress sexily for Gary and try her hardest to seduce him, since he was the rightful man of the house now. Watching the video of the pair warmed Dean’s heart, since the milfy blonde mother was getting filled with alien laced seed in a delectable maid outfit.

But, Dean still wanted more. Even with the probability seed toys on his phone there were still so many supers to seduce.

Going through the saved numbers, he decided to pick upon one woman who ticked both boxes of fun: Mary Batson, aka Mary Marvel.

The spunky heroine had grown up a lot in years. Part of the ‘Marvel’ family, she and a few others had the ability to gain godlike powers upon yelling the word ‘SHAZAM’ into the atmosphere. With the oh-so-subtle secret identity of having the same name as her heroic counterpart, Mary Marvel had been a name that Dean hadn’t expected to see but was oh-so-happy when it did. It seemed a team up between Superman and the family Marvel had only the one of them needing relationship advice. A twenty two year old university student was all he’d been able to find out about her from online social posts.

All he had to do was phone her, and the process had already begun.

“Hello?” The sweet voice asked, sounding confused as to why she picked up so quickly, “Who is this? This number… I, uh… what is…?”

Dean smiled. Humans were so good at long range communication, yet never knew about the drawbacks. Hypnotists need connections. Why would distance matter when the subtle patter of Dean’s voice could travel over a creation they made themselves? Space and its dangers would forever allude them.

“Mary Batson? I’m your 2:30 appointment for relationship therapy. Dean Wayne.”

“Right!” She replied, just a little tweak to her memory to make her anxious about the event, “Sorry, I totally lost track of time while doing coursework… sorry Mr. Wayne. My brain’s all out of sorts…”

He chuckled down the microphone, “Do not worry. I have a bit of extra time today, so just take a deep breath.” Before phoning, Dean had gotten a quick picture of the hero up on his computer.

Such a terribly small skirt for a young lady, and even in bulky armour her hourglass figure shone through. He could only imagine that thick chest expanding and contracting as she breathed down the phone. “Good, now, why don’t we make this more personal and go video chat.”

Silly humans. Making it so easy to corrupt anyone from any range. Subtle swirls in the eyes, mixed with a filter that applied his subliminal messaging across the screen, as soon as Mary Marvel looked at him it was practically over already.

“Wow… didn’t expect my therapist to be so hot…” Mary mumbled, then immediately went as red as her costume, “D-did I say that out loud? Are you going to hold that against me?”

“This isn’t a test, Mary. I won’t be holding anything… against you.” He smiled, knowing the woman’s mind would run with the subtle joke. Losing herself to her own sexy daydream and spending more minutes than she realised staring at those deeply interesting eyes on her screen. “Now then, can you tell me what the problem is?”

"I have this great boyfriend, Jesse, here at college and yet I don't really feel a spark. I keep having dreams about someone else... about..."

Dean only smirked, "A muscular super-hunk of a man, perhaps? A man of incredible power?"

The brunette's cheeks turned scarlet and she nervously glanced away, "I mean, yeah... how did you know?"

Dean grinned, leaning forward with his hands intertwined on his desk, "Mary, tell me... does your boyfriend have a big cock?"

"W-what?" Mary gasped in shock, her eyes wide with surprise at his line of questioning.

“Just a bit of light therapist humour,” Dean’s jovial laughter put Mary at ease, and she found herself smiling at the Doctor’s… joke? All before he continued the, uh, joke, again, "Has he fucked you, Mary? Has he fucked that tight, pretty pussy of yours?"

She stared at him mutely, her expression torn between outrage and guilty shame. Her pulse fluttered in her throat and Dean watched with fascination as the blush crept down her neck and spread across her chest. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly with her rapid breathing, her nipples jutting outwards in twin points of arousal beneath her thin shirt. Even though it was asked in a joking manner, as she gazed into his eyes Mary still felt strangely compelled to answer truthfully.

"Um, haha… well, n-no, he hasn't." she finally admitted in a choked whisper.

Dean nodded, looking down at his leg and imitating writing on a pad offscreen, “Interesting.”

“Is it?”

“Can you tell me why he hasn’t had sex with you, Mary?” Dean pressed immediately, dropping the joke angle and keeping her off guard at every turn, “Do you mind if I call you attractive, Mary?”

“Uh-wha-?”

“Attractive. Desirable. A boon on the eyes.” Dean waited less than a second beat before continuing, “Your lack of confirmation makes it seem that you do have a problem with it. Why do you think that is, Mary? Are you not getting enough positive male attention in your life already or do you find me so attractive that you find my advancements make your heart flutter?”

Damn, Dean thought to himself. Defaulted right to conquest mode at the first sight of her flustered pink face. As fun as it would be to breed with such a nice looking human specimen, this was supposed to be an exercise in side story shenanigans.

Thankfully, Mary was strong enough to resist a little. And though new images in her head of a naked Dean popped up, she was able to ignore them enough to ask, “What does this have to do with my relationship…?”

“You are the one who requested my services, Ms. Batson. I am simply trying to find the root cause of your dissatisfaction, and you’d be surprised how many times that cause comes from ourselves.”

Pseudo intellectual bullshit seemed to interest her more than anything, Dean noted. An open mind was the easiest to mould, and Mary’s nodding along to his psychiatrist malarky made him smirk in approval.

“I see… so the problems with me and Jesse are somehow because I don’t like myself enough?”

Dean nodded, “It may not be a conscious decision you are making, but the fact it is only you contacting me and not the two of you together tells me enough.” Ignoring the way his mind control was set up for such an event to transpire, “So I ask again, may I call you attractive? Or is that making you uncomfortable?”

“...a little…?”

“Attractive is a positive adjective, would you not agree?” She nodded. Dean did like these longer chats with patients where he could really puzzle out how to change them, “Yet, you reject it. Somehow thinking yourself unworthy of it.” She nodded again, this time a little more sadly. “Perhaps you’ll never truly be happy with your boyfriend until you find that positive male affirmation you so dearly crave.”

Her mind was chewing on the thought process, but wasn’t rejecting it, “I… I suppose so… but how do I get it? By going all the way with Jesse?”

“No no. That would only worsen the problem.” Ain’t no way some dumb nobody was ever going to touch this fine woman. Dean had bigger plans for her. “You could become dependent on his approval, leading to major relationship issues down the line. Or he could reject you, sending you into a loneliness spiral that I fear you’d never recover from.”

“Oh my god! I-I’m that far gone?”

“Yes,” Dean lied, “What we need is someone who definitely finds you attractive enough to give you the sexual affirmation you crave, yet who would also never take advantage of you because of it.”

There was a beat where the alien pretended to think about the problem along with Mary.

"Hm… What about your brother?" Dean continued in a cool, measured tone. He watched as Mary's jaw dropped at the question, her eyes darting left and right as she struggled to maintain eye contact with him on the screen. "Have you ever thought about fucking him, Mary?"

She shook her head numbly, "N-no, of course not!" she gasped in a scandalized tone. Billy had turned eighteen recently and had filled himself out nicely, but Mary had only ever seen him as a little brother!

“He’s perfect, is he not? A trusting male figure that would always put your needs above your own, yet definitely finds you wildly attractive.”

She shook her head, “N-no way! Billy would never-!”

“Please. Have you seen yourself? All siblings dream of having sex with each other at some point. I bet you and Billy are no different," Dean murmured softly. "You dream about him mounting you and fucking you like a wild animal. You've thought about him taking you on your foster-parents' bed. You've thought about sucking his cock until he shoots his load down your throat. You've thought about spreading your legs for your brother and letting him fill your tight little pussy with his huge cock."

So many saucy little memory alterations to insert said daydreams into her internal canon. Mary Marvel was growing more perverted by the second, internally thanking the stars for therapist/patient confidentiality.

“I… I…” The heroine was astounded that the therapist had managed to guess so much of her inner monologue, but something about him was too trustworthy to question, “E-even if that’s true… B-Billy would never…”

Tutting came down the connecting microphone, “There we go again, not able to love yourself.” Dean repeated, hammering in new self esteem issues for her to overcome in very fun ways, “I think the solution is clear. You need to seduce your brother as soon as possible. The sooner you’re riding that fat familial cock until it nuts inside you, the more your relationship with Gerald will improve.”

“U-um, it’s Jesse.”

“Whatever,” Dean waved away, half tempted to somehow change the name in her head just for lols, “Point is, do you know how to seduce?”

She looked awkwardly around, “I…yeah, probably enough. G-Google will help with the rest.”

“Attagirl.” He smiled at her, seeing that she was already planning to follow through with his imperative orders. Perhaps she’d use the Wisdom of Solomon to really good use in how to seduce her adoptive brother. “Now, I have another appointment, but please do contact me back as soon as any progress is made with you and Billy.”

“Yes! Thank you so much, Doctor Wayne!” Her beaming smile was a lovely final image to their impromptu appointment.

He instantly began texting the next one.