Layers of delusion

Raven suckled at her own breast. The fact that it didn’t even rank as the most humiliating debasement within the past twelve-ish hours spoke volumes to the absolute depravity of her current situation. As a perhaps unintended consolation, the fact that Mumbo had made her newfound milk delicious beyond compare made the task less onerous. The physical strain of propping up her boobs with the nubs pointed up so that she could drink from both at the same time was getting a little tiring however. She’d use her power, but that had been expressly forbidden.

She’d been expressly forbidden from a lot of things. She was pretty much just a bystander at this point, a watcher of a play if she wanted to use Mumbo’s analogy, which she very much didn’t. Only it was like one of those skeevy movie theaters that only put on porno and nothing but.

Right at this very moment, just a bit after Jessica and her husband had left, Mumbo was fucking Starfire in the ass. She wanted to look away, but of course that was denied to her as well. She wanted to not listen, but instead every moan and groan of the two came through loud and clear. Mumbo, well, she honestly didn’t mind as much. In the end he was just another villain that got lucky with some new powers. It was hearing her dear friend subjected to being this will-less puppet that struck the deepest wound.

She could only take solace in the fact that Mumbo was a fool. That like all villains, he’d reach too far too quickly, that he’d encounter someone who’d be resistant to this newfound power. She fervently hoped with all her heart as another big stream of milk squirted in her mouth. Her body squirmed and rubbed its vagina on the pillow below her. Her body, not her. She told herself that repeatedly.

And wasn’t it a sign too of his short-sightedness that he’d even let her have her own mind like this? How was he to know that she as a magic user wouldn’t have some way to wriggle free of his control? They’d done it once before when he was weaker, and while the circumstances had changed, being so arrogant as to expect no weakness nor strength in others was a fault in his facade.

She sighed internally. That didn’t change the fact that she and by proxy all her friends were still stuck as of now. Mumbo helpfully reminded her of that fact as he pulled out and sprayed his cum all over Starfire’s backside.

“Never a finer ass have I ever seen.” A miniature puppet Mumbo held up a card with a ‘10/10’. “Tamaraneans are really something else.”

Starfire wrapped a hand around to pick up a glob of cum. Her mountainous globes bounced up and down from the merest pressure of her hand in addition to their normal constant jiggling. “Oh you’re so sweet. And thank you for the gift of your seed. It makes me the happy to see you honor my people’s customs.” She pulled her hand back and stuck it in her mouth. Another moan of delight filled the air.

Robin clapped a hand down on Mumbo’s shoulder, spinning the masked magician around. “Good job today. With Jessica and Luke. It’s important for heroes to create connections with local community members when establishing themselves in foreign environments. I understand this is not really the usual opsec procedure, so thank you for taking the initiative.”

“No problemo boss!” Mumbo saluted smartly, his cock standing to attention as well. And then he yawned. “Oh. I think all this wand waving has taken more out of me than I thought.”

“Go get some sleep. You’ve earned it.”

“Got it boss!” Mumbo saluted again and turned about-face. He marched down the hall whistling a jaunty tune and singing off-key, though Raven couldn’t make out the words. A few moments later he was gone from their collective sight.

“What a day huh?” Beast Boy slumped over the kitchen table, shoveling down some cereal. “Wonder what’s next for us.”

“Hopefully more superheroes and no supervillains.” Terra commented idly, puffing up a tuft of hair covering her right eye. She had joined Beast Boy at the table and was fiddling with her phone.

“Hah. As if we’ll be that lucky. I’m calling it, no less than two supervillains attacking the tower before the day is out.”

“You’re on dweeb. Loser has to wash the dishes.”

“Deal!”

Idle background chatter. Raven welcomed its return. It was a semblance of normality despite the intermittent clapping sound that belied it. Starfire, the owner of said noisome ass, was picking out a movie over by the tv. A gentle green glow surrounded and manipulated her ass at all times, creating that constant sound. It was the most apparent sign of Mumbo’s changes, but her own tits rivaled that. Their heaviness constantly dragged down at her, and the sloshing feeling and sound was a close second to Starfire’s.

Not having to stare at Starfire or Mumbo or any other perverted thing, Raven was free, at least a little bit, to look and concentrate on where she wanted. And so, as she reveled in the brief freedom, she spied on the couch where Mumbo had left, she spied… she spied… his wand!

What. Had the fucker really forgotten it in his haste to sleep? She tried to reach for it, but found her body wouldn’t move. Having been given no other commands, she was stuck standing next to the couch, slurping down her own milk. A sort of self-circulating modern art fountain. She was so close… if only… she strained at the invisible shackles binding her mind. She needed to stop sucking her tits and start moving her hand.

She struggled. She struggled harder than she had ever before. Her will pitted against whatever eldritch power that the stone atop the wand possessed, that it had brought to bear against her as an instrument of Mumbo’s will.

And…

And…

She failed.

It was too strong, and she was too weak. The difference was simply insurmountable. There were no cracks in the shackles. There was no link that could be broken. It was just the way things were. Fate. Existence. She couldn’t fight against things so ethereal as that. If only there were shackles, if only there were chains. No, instead she suspected what power Mumbo had used had changed the very structure of her mind. It was that absolute. The ability to alter reality to such precision, if small in scope, was incredibly impactful when dealing with the subject of the brain.

Fuck.

She wanted to cry. She couldn’t. All she could do was bear witness.

So it was with invisible tears that Raven looked on as Starfire plopped down on the couch cushion upon which the wand was rested upon. Her giant ass descended with such **** that it caused the other side of the cushion to jerk up, much like a lever, and with it, the wand flew into the air in a lazy arc right into the rather spacious cleavage. Raven felt the impact, a gentle thud against her sternum. And there it held, nestled cozily between her orbs.

What.

Raven tried to compute what had just happened, but then before she could waste any more time on thoughts like that, she quickly did her best to summon any magic she could from the wand.

Give me back control of my body! She shouted in her mind at the stick. And miraculously, she felt the wand turn warm, and then a moment later she could move again. She stumbled forward, her tits no longer held up by her hands and as such falling out of her mouth to resume their normal place as decreed by gravity. The wand dropped out between, but she caught it in a deadman’s grip.

Return my body back to normal!

And so it was wished, so it became reality. Her tits shrunk down to their normal modest b-cup size. A weight of her chest literally and figuratively. She wished the same for Starfire, much to Starfire’s sadness about the loss of her figure, which she also cured when she wished for the team to return to their normal selves.

“What the fuck.” Beast Boy exclaimed.

Starfire, for her part, threw up.

Robin stumbled back into the nearest wall.

Cyborg had a sort of dead-eyed stare.

Terra, credit to her, took notice of the wand first and foremost. “Raven. Wish that Mumbo was locked up and unable to use his powers.”

Raven nodded. She wished as Terra suggested. *POOF* A flash of smoke and a small cage appeared in front of the couch with a dazed looking Mumbo. He wasn’t blue anymore. He was just a middle-aged balding man in suspenders.

He put a hand to his head and when he had settled himself, noticed the onlookers and his current trapped state. “Oh, that’s not good.”

“How could you do that? You monster!” Starfire, who had finished wiping up her mouth, asked him with a sort of earnest disbelief that Raven found infinitely sad. “You… you… took advantage of me. Of friend Raven.”

Mumbo gulped. “Listen, you’ve got it all wrong. The wand’s evil I’m telling you. It made me do all that stuff.”

“Oh yeah?” Robin rejoined. “Then why isn’t Raven doing anything ‘bad’?”

“Well that’s… uh… you see…” He stuttered. “Okay! Okay! There’s nothing evil about the wand. I’m not a strong man. Why do you think I became a villain in the first place? I’m a worm. Less than a worm. I couldn’t stop myself once I had the wand. You’ve got to understand.” He got down on his hands and knees, tears streaming out of the corner of his eyes.

“I don’t have to ‘understand’ anything. All I know is that you’ve committed some of the worst crimes I can possibly imagine. You’re lucky.” Raven sneered. “You’re lucky that we’re the good guys, otherwise I’d have sent you to where you belong. I could send you to hell. All I’d have to do is create a portal. I know how. You remind me of him, in a way. Demons the both of you.”

“Hell?” He squeaked.

“Or maybe Limbo would be better suited to you. Just a floating void of nothingness where you couldn’t hurt anyone else. I spent a good portion of my life there. It’s as horrible as it sounds.”

“No! Anything but that!”

“I said you’re lucky, worm.” Raven waved the wand again, and this time Mumbo and the Titans found themselves in a dark and dingy room. The Tower basement. Mumbo was behind bars still, just those of the newly formed dungeon that hadn’t existed until a moment ago. “Since we can’t kill you like you deserve, and I’m not a torturer, you get a life sentence with no chance of parole. You can rot here for the rest of your pathetic life.” Raven flicked the wand again and the Titans were back in the common room, this time with a live feed on one of Cyborg’s monitors of Mumbo slumped against the dungeon wall looking completely defeated.

The six of them stood there in silence, none of them willing to address the giant pink behemoth in the room. That is until Robin spoke. “We have to get rid of that wand. We can’t risk it getting back into Mumbo’s or anyone else’s hands again.”

Raven clutched the wand tighter, if that was even possible. “But what if there’s others?” She let the thought percolate amongst the team for a bit before continuing, “The crystal on this wand looks uneven, jagged. Like it was torn off violently. I’m guessing the cause was the multiverse joining. We can’t risk being defenseless.”

“Is that you or the wand speaking?” Terra eyed her warily.

“Oh come on. You’re acting like I haven’t dealt with dark magic all my life.” Raven bit back.

Starfire kept her gaze locked on the instrument. “I… think Raven’s right.”

“Thank you.”

“Can I have your promise you won’t use it on us unless absolutely necessary?” Robin formally requested. Raven wanted to sarcastically reply, but she knew he was just getting the obvious out in the open.

“Of course I won’t.” She said as neutrally as possible.

“Good, then I suggest you keep it hidden on your person at all times. And when you can’t, do you have a means to lock it beyond access to any others when you’re sleeping?”

“I do.” She had a personal storage dimension she could use. It was keyed to her life and as such secure as she could possibly make it.

“Then I trust Raven to be its bearer. Are we in agreement?” A chorus of aye’s joined together. “Good. I think the best thing we can do for right now is to get some sleep. We all need time to process what’s happened.” Robin spoke with his usual serious timber, but this time it felt a tad ****, like he didn’t quite believe it himself.

Everyone nodded, and the group dispersed down the hallway to their individual rooms, Raven included. She floated and a minute later she was safe within her room, wand in hand. She did her nightly tasks and then, having secured the wand, found it in herself to tuck herself into her bed. She closed her eyes. Sleep didn’t come easy, but maybe an hour later she managed to drift off.

She dreamed. And when she awoke the next morning she could only vaguely recall the contents of her dream, but there was a vague, fleeting picture of something almost like the clinking of a bat against metallic bars.