Oc: Heather Mayweather (age 23)

This is my personal OC. If you wish to know more about her visit my deviantart page, TheToonmeister360 or follow this link: https://www.deviantart.com/thetoonmeister360/gallery/76883922/heather-mayweather

I already started a fanfic on her but i will put the beginning of it here to start a branch path for those who want to send it into a different more smutty direction. Maybe some sex early on or what have you.

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Somewhere in space outside Earth's solar system

Two ships were in combat, one clearly larger than the other. The larger one was huge and colored brown with a long horizontal railgun design with orange orbs on the front ends of the two front prongs. Behind the ship was the main station with 2 large orange orbs on the bottom of the ship and 2 orbs on the top resembling a pair of intimidating feminine eyes. The back engine was a big orange orb as well. This ship was known as the Chimeran Hammer.

The large ship was in pursuit of a smaller blue-green one. It was a long thin blue ship with several green nodes on it and a line-like front glass resembling a thin visor. The back had a bright green round hyperdrive engine on it.

Inside the large ship's command center were several robots. They were shaped like hourglass shaped females and were also orange with 4 eyes on their "faces" which looked more like masks and 2 long metal tendrils extending from the back of their heads each.

Sitting in the captain's seat was a large, very imposing figure. She had 2 long green legs in red thigh high metal heeled boots. Her legs had red lines running through them. The right leg was above the left as she sat cross legged. A red metal armor covered her torso like a leotard as it clamped on her bottom area and exposed her thighs. She had large green breasts with exposed cleavage showing through her strong yet revealing armor that went up to her chest. Her arms were placed on the armrests of her chair. They were bare and also had red lines going through them as well as armored spiked shoulders and fingerless gauntlets. Over her figure was a red cloak that draped over part of her body and her head, which resembled an octopus as it had many tentacles below the mouth. Despite her alien appearance she had large red luscious lips. Her eyes were a bright crimson red as well. A scar however, could be seen going down her right eye. This was Myaxx, feared female warlord empress, though also revered as quite beautiful by many.

"My queen, we have sustained damage from the transport ship's attack" said one of Myaxx's drones.

"I have come too far to be denied," said Myaxx, intent on getting the object she seeks.

Counter attacking, she damaged the smaller ship with more front laser blasts.

"Prepare to board, I want the omnitrix now" Myaxx said, moving forward on her throne making her breasts jiggle in her armor."Once I have it, the galaxy…no, the universe will crumble at my feet and I will be revered as the most powerful and beautiful in the cosmos" she said, holding out her hand as she balled it into a fist. "I will become a being of perfect beauty and power and then…no man will resist me. I will have a harem of love slaves. With the omnitrix I can meld all beings as I see fit as well as myself" said Myaxx. Despite this speech, Myaxx actually did also prefer women, making her bisexual.

"Yes queen Myaxx" said her robot servants. To her, all must be beautiful in her line of sight, thus her robot drones were all voluptuous shaped robot women with big butt canisters and boob booster missile launchers. A vision of true physical beauty for the Queen of the Chimera Sue Generus, her species.

The ships battled each other still but the warlord empress's ship was gaining the upper hand.

Within the smaller ship transporting the alien device, another alien was present, commanding her vessel to combat the enemy ship on her control pad. She had long twin tentacles on the sides of her head and 3 blue eyes with green lips and green skin and a blue tight bodysuit. She also had breasts that the suit clung tightly against as they were quite big for her species, showing her stiff nipples. Her curves and thicc legs were also quite large with her butt and thighs being particularly round. She also had 3 clawed feet and long, very alien-esque fingers. This was Xylene.

Tasked with safely transporting the omnitrix she was fighting back against Myaxx until she realized the fight was lost. She looked at the device in a glass dome next to her. It was a watch shaped gizmo with blue and black stripes on the thin band. The top was square shaped with a circular dial that had a black and green hourglass symbol on it. Knowing the fight was lost Xylene realized what she had to do. No longer able to protect the omnitrix on her own, she opened the glass and took the omnitrix.

"I'm sorry beloved, I must keep this safe at all costs" Xylene said. She put the ship on auto-pilot and took the watch-like device into her long reptilian-esque hands. She looked at the device and placed the watch-like accessory into a small containment pod. The pod closed up and was then shaped like a sphere. As she placed it in she input a small message into a mini recording device she attached to the side of the pod.

"To whoever finds this, let it be a kindhearted person," Xylene said, recording her message. "Whoever finds this device will have the fate of all life in the universe in their hands, and must bring all beings together through love" she added. She finished recording her message.

Hearing an explosion Xylene exited her cockpit and saw 2 small flying robot drones blasting their way in from the back of her ship. Her eyes suddenly glowed with a purple aura and she used her psychic powers and crushed the drones easily by compressing them telepathically.

"Curse that war empress" she said. She realized that soon Myaxx would board the ship and was trying to shut it down. Looking back at her control panel she decided to make a reckless decision. She prepared to launch into hyperdrive but before she did she turned on the self-destruct sequence for the back parts of her ship.

"How about this you warmongering skank? '' Xylene said using vulgar terms she picked up from around this sector of space. She backed up the ship and continued to drive it backwards until it was right in front of Myaxx's ship while the hyperdrive engine was revving. Finally she pressed a button and detached the back section of her ship while the front flew at high speed.

"My Queen, the transport ship has detached part of itself" a drone said.

"What? They are trying to slow us down, ignore the refuse and follow that-'' as she said an order the remaining parts of the ship suddenly exploded. The powerful back engine exploding created a blast so strong it destroyed the 2 front prongs of Myaxx's ship and some of the cockpit.

"Aaaaaggh, my face, my beautiful face"Myaxx said as burn marks were on her face around her eyes. The explosion had taken out a large portion of her ship's front and destroyed some of her robot drones as well as damaged Myaxx's face. When she recovered from her burn injury enough to see, she noticed that the transport ship was gone.

"My Queen! Are you injured?" Said one particular drone. It was purple instead of orange, had 2 large robotic breasts and 2 robotic squid looking tentacles coming from its head as well as multiple robot tentacles from the back of it giving off the impression of hair. It was constructed to look like some sort of maidbot.

"Ugh, y-yes Droidica I'm fine, just a pesky burn wound" Myaxx said wiping her eyes. Droidica revealed a mirror from a torso compartment on her body. Looking at it Myaxx saw that it was merely a mesh wound, a burn mark that left a slight dark area around her eyes. Being quite vain as she is, Myaxx cared greatly about her appearance. She sighed in relief as her appearance was not hampered by this setback.

"Phew" she said. Turning her attention back to the debris of Xylene's ship and the damage her own ship sustained, she said."Grrr, mark my words I will find the omnitrix, even if I have to search every solar system. You can't hyperdrive away forever"!

Xylene's ship detached its back parts and used its front part to hyperdrive itself away, but not before sustaining some damage itself. This damage had injured Xylene as she was in the escape pod. The remaining part of her ship had hyperdrived its way into the nearest solar system. Damaged, it released both Xylene and the pod containing the omnitrix to the nearby planet, Earth, before it blew up itself.

Xylene headed in one direction while the omnitrix…was headed towards a nearby metropolis

Manhattan, New York

In the bustling big city of New York city we find ourselves in the busiest of the five boroughs of the city, Manhattan. Much more urban than other areas, cars were always moving, museums were always open, and buildings were always multiple stories high.

Where we find ourselves in particular is one office building in a far corner of the city. It was a typical office building that does things like create spreadsheets, documents, all manner of paper pushing for all kinds of purposes. This office was mostly filled with men and only a few of the employees were women. The men wore the typical business suits and ties while the women had to wear blouses, short skirts and heels. This building however had sort of a bad reputation around it as it was said some of the men were perverted. They would go around sometimes touching female coworkers' butts when most weren't looking so as to get a "piece of the action". The women tried complaining but it seems not many higher ups cared or noticed. Some women even liked it. It didn't happen all the time but it was still present.

However for one individual woman there was constant attention brought onto her.

Unlike most of the employees, she was just the secretary on one of the higher up floors, sitting at the front desk and handling appointments and handing in documents to her boss. She wore a gray business blouse over a white under top and red bra, a short business skirt and red high heels. On her right wrist she wore a pink bracelet accessory. On her ears were 2 round red earrings dangling from golden loops and on her face were a pair of glasses. They were mostly for show however as she could see just fine without them, it just helped make her look professional. On her hair tied back in a ponytail was a pink scrunchie.

When it came to the red bra underneath she really needed it because her breasts were enormous, the biggest of any woman in the building. Her round orbs with huge cleavage stuck out for all to see from her blouse, jiggling with every step she made driving most men wild. Unlike most well endowed women who normally went up to D-cup, she reached even further and went up to E-cup. Her platinum white legs were bare under her skirt, well curved and shimmering like 2 pillars that men drool over as her feet were also bare in her red high heels, the clacking of which many anticipated when she walked in a room. Her hair was a deep jet black, smooth with no split ends and well kept. It was quite long as untied it reached down to her waist. Her face had 2 blue eyes and luscious red lips. It usually showed a serious look as she scowled at times.

Sitting with her legs crossed and playing with her shoe using her foot she browsed her computer, going on several news stories.

"Sigh.." she said, a little dissatisfied with her work life. At 23 she was working as a secretary. Times were tough in the job market. Even going to college getting one was hard. This was the only position available at a short notice as she had decided to live alone but needed to still make ends meat.

She applied for the job coming in for an interview. Listing her credentials despite them not being a lot she hoped she could get the job. She had gotten it although she knew the real reason why. The boss of the office building was eyeing her huge breasts and large round behind. Coming in for the interview the men all leered at her hungrily, staring at her jiggling round bosom and gorgeous fat behind. She paid them no mind as she was used to it ever since high school. The job wasn't bad, it paid well and work wasn't that hard (even though visitors would look at her with shining hearts in their eyes, not just her coworkers) she just wished for something a bit better to do in her life.

The main booth phone rang and she answered it. "Paper pusher office, how can I help you…..yes I can make an appointment Monday. Your name?" Heather said, inputting the appointment date on the company schedule board computer app with the phone on her shoulder.

"All done, your appointment is set, James" she said, putting in the client's name and the scheduled date. "I'll inform the office of your request," she said. "Thank you for calling". Putting down the phone, she laid back in relief, pulling her breasts back as the orbs squashed against her chest upward. She was relieved to see the day was almost over.

Repositioning herself to sit straight in her search she began reading the news to pass the time. She reads about typical celebrity gossip as well as increased crime rates in certain cities in the United States. "Same old thing" she says.

It was almost quitting time. She got up and picked up her empty coffee cup as she walked out of her desk seat and through the halls, heels clacking on the shiny linoleum floors. Her breasts jiggled as she walked and her cleavage showed her expansive round orbs popping halfway out of her business suit's collar. She swore it was getting harder to fit into her bras and suit lately. Her butt wasn't any better as it pressed against her skirt shaking like 2 round cinnamon buns as she moved her legs which were thicc like 2 tree trunks.

She wondered to herself 'why me'? Most women would kill for assets like hers. She however was more humble and not fond of the attention. To her her body was a curse.

As she walked the typical array of onlookers were checking her out, coworkers and all.

"Look it's her, the hottest chick in the office"

"The things I'd do to her man"

"She's so beautiful"

Almost every guy in the vicinity eyed her with **** sexual hunger. They thought she was the prettiest thing in the whole building. Some guys however were shy and remained composed. She was glad there was still some manners among people.

Heather blushed and paid their comments no mind. She entered the break room and washed the coffee cup.

Suddenly a male coworker came up next to her.

"Hey Heather" he said "you busy tonight"?

Heather turned showing her trademark serious face and straight up said "yes, I am" walking away. The man looked at her butt, shaking like 2 pistons in a car. He pursued further and said "come on now, what could a beautiful thing like you be busy with? You probably have tons of guys doing stuff for you" he replied. He reached out to touch her boob but she was quick and grabbed his wrist and he winced in pain.

"Aaagh ow, ok I get the point" he said grabbing her arm to try and pry her off.

"Don't try that again, that's your only warning Henry. Otherwise, I aim for below" she said. She then released her grip letting Henry drop to the floor holding his wrist. It was fortunate she trained in self defense.

"Aww man, guy was shot down"

"More like blasted out of the air"

"She's so strong"

Her coworkers said.

She walked past them. Going by she overheard some other workers who were female. This group she knew as being company sluts. A blond and her brunette girlfriends. They scowled at her while smoking their cigarettes.

"Hmph, what's wrong with her? She has that sexy smoking hot bod and she's not using it".

"Yeah, those breasts are something people would die for".

"That butt's not so bad either"

Heather ignored all these side jabs at her and kept walking. Being looked at like a piece of meat however was infuriating. Still, she kept herself composed.

After that a female coworker walked with her who was also in the room witnessing her self defense.

"Wow Heather, you are so amazing. You're the only one here with the guts to really stand up to the perverts here. You are so beautiful. Why not get a boyfriend?" her coworker said. This was Stacy, probably the only real friend here Heather had. She was short and had shoulder length brown hair and wore a blue blouse and black skirt. She wasn't hit on as much as other women for being too "plain" in the eyes of the horny men here. She wasn't like other female coworkers. Other women in the office were all vain and horny gladly hooking up with the perverted guys around. They were quite jealous of Heather too.

Turning to her shorter uppity friend she replied saying "Thanks Stacy but, it's not something I want right now…". She continued explaining "frankly, so many men are pigs. All of them who chase me are drunkard perverts. I haven't found a single good one and honestly I don't want to". As for my earlier wrist grab on Henry, for a lot of guys a woman needs self defense nowadays". She said this, crossing her arms over her impressive chest.

"I know…" Stacy replied. "But not all guys are bad. There's bound to be a prince charming for you out there, someone handsome and polite who values true love and marriage and would treat any woman with respect" she said daydreaming.

Heather laughed, showing her rare smile. "That sounds nice but I think you've been reading too many fairy tales," she said. "I'd love that but…I doubt there's any prince charming for me. Most guys who try to court me are only after that one thing…" she said, crossing her arms tighter to her chest.

"Oooh" said Stacy admiring her friend's impressive breasts. They pushed upwards and squeezed together more as she crossed her arms around them.

Looking at her shorter friend staring Heather said "Hm? Stacy"?

"O-oh I'm sorry I got um, distracted by a bug on the wall" Stacy said waving her hands in defense.

Heather can already tell she was lying but didn't mind it. "Well in any case it's quitting time yeah"?

"Yeah. Haha thank God it's Friday right"? Stacy said nervously. Before running ahead she said to Heather "I'm just saying H (her nickname given by Stacy), you were given an amazing gift. Use it and find the right man for you, someone who sees you for what you are inside as well as out. As for me, well, I can only try to get lucky right? Haha well see you later". Heather looked a while looking at her friend running to the staff closet where all the coats were.

As she was heading out she decided to change her clothes back into her normal casual attire. She wore a light sky blue sleeveless tube top, a green belt and brown tight pants with a pair of magenta sandals on her bare feet. Her hair was also undone from its ponytail and let loose to hang long and flowing down to her butt. It flowed in the wind as she began walking home, holding her purse over her shoulder.

As usual some onlookers were drawn in by her beauty and long hair with her jiggling breasts bouncing in her top. Some guys, like 2 bike riders, were so distracted they rode their bikes into poles, crashing their bikes and falling off them. Heather simply sighed and moved ahead.

Despite the fact that she did work in Manhattan, New York, Heather did not live here. She commuted from New Jersey. Her plan was to take the subway as she usually did getting to work, to get home.

(Theme of Bayonetta's version of 'fly me to the moon' plays as Heather's phone's ringtone)

Suddenly Heather's cell phone rang. She pulled it from her purse. It was a blue rectangle shaped phone. She saw that the I.D. was from "mom", her mother, and picked up the phone.

"Hello" said Heather holding her phone to her ear

"*Ooh hi honey how are you? Did you have a good day at work?*" the cheery happy voice of her mother said.

"It went fine mom, same as usual" said her buxom daughter.

"That's always good to hear. Your father and I are so proud of you for making it on your own for so long now" her mom continued, still cheery. "Soo, did you find one yet"?

"Find one what, Mom…?" Heather said knowing the answer.

"A boyfriend sweetie," her mom answered.

"I told you mom I'm not interested in a relationship right now" Heather said sternly. "And please stop talking to me like I'm 10" she added, sighing.

"Oh but honey, you're so young and able. Try to go and find the man for you, your prince. I know you'll be happy settling down. Please think about it"? Her mother said, "I'm only looking out for my baby, you know, a mother knows best~" she added.

"Yeah yeah alright mom" Heather said. "I'll consider it," she said.

"Oh good. Have a nice trip home, and perhaps visit us sometime? Empty nest syndrome can make you quite lonely" her mother said.

"Sigh..alright I'll see if I can make time this weekend" Heather said.

"Oh good. Your father and I are waiting. See you soon" her mom said as she hung up the phone.

Heather rolled her eyes saying "where does she get all this happy energy from, sheesh". She continued to walk as her purse was on her left with the strap over her shoulder. She again pondered about many things. Stuff like how her life could stand to be more exciting or how she was tired of being objectified by men. Her resentment of them stemming from quite the number of experiences. Including almost getting sexually assaulted. Still she knew not all men were bad. If she could trade her body for a more modest one without bombshell assets she'd be much happier, is what she said to herself.

She continued walking through some empty streets and back alleys. The subway was only a few blocks away.

"Well here we go" she said. She looked up at the sky. "Wish there was an easier way to get back…and for a lot of things to change" she said.

It was at that moment she noticed what looked like a shooting star. It was colored a wonderful aqua blue, something quite unusual.

"Maybe I'll make my wish on that heh" she joked.

The joke however was on her as that shooting star was getting closer.

"*Gasp*" she said loudly in surprise seeing the giant star coming at her. " Yaaaaaaaaah" she said, running as the huge flying debris flew at her. She ran across the street as the giant flying hunk of metal crashed into an alleyway. The impact sent the woman flying. "Waaaaaah" she screamed with a girly squeal. She landed on her front on the grass across the sidewalk.

Heather got up from where she landed, her purse sprawled out next to her with her phone dropped out of it. She turned around looking at the crash site. Picking up her purse and phone she got up dusting herself off.

"What the hell is that…?" She said, slowly walking toward the mysterious star…or whatever it was that crashed. The alleyway was destroyed by the crash with smoke and fire dissipating. Normally one would instinctively run from something like this, but curiosity was drawing Heather to see this crashed object.

She walked into the alleyway, the ground scorched. Slowly she walked forward and got a closer look. She saw it was some sort of round metallic sphere.

"What is this…some broken satellite? It doesn't even look burned" she said wondering what this was. The sphere was perfectly intact. It was silver colored and had ridges coming from its right side. It looked like a steel shell.

Standing in front of this sphere she raised her hand and put it on the container. Immediately it glowed and she retracted her hand away. Steam came out of it as the container began opening. The top ridges opened letting out all the steam. Looking inside she saw… a watch? It looked like a small black and blue watch with a green faceplate and thin band. The faceplate was circular with an hourglass shape on it placed on top of a square base. It looked like an applewatch.

"A…a watch?" Heather said. Reaching out to touch it suddenly the watch glowed and sprang to life. It jumped up and clamped onto her left wrist locking itself into place on her arm. Once it did it began sending chemicals into her body seeping into her cells and dna.

"W-what is this? Get it *off* me" she said. She staggered back and fell on her butt. The device's faceplate spun by itself. It shot out a light and scanned Heather. "What the heck is this?" she said, scared. She tried pulling it off but to no avail. It was clinging to her skin. "Uugh, oomf" she went attempting to remove it with her other hand. No use.

The device acted by itself again and spoke with a British female voice. "Scanning host. Species: human. Sex: female. Adjusting colors to better fit with the host" it said. it then changed its green faceplate to an aqua blue. The black on the square base changed to a dark blue with the black outline around the square shape. The blue stripes became a more light green.

"I-it talks?" Heather asked. Suddenly she felt something, some sort of calming feeling coursing through her. It was beginning to make her feel warm and calm as well as hot down there.

"W-what…is…going on…feel so..so..*hornyyyyy*" Heather said, a hand on her crotch. She tried desperately to resist the urge to pleasure herself but this watch wasn't stopping distributing this aphrodisiac into her bloodstream.

"S-stop making me feel like thiiiis" she said to the watch that had her at its mercy.

"Activation protocol. Upon attaching to the DNA host, a bonding aphrodisiac agent is applied. User was distressed. Additional calming agent was applied into dna as well. Should agent stop applying"? The talking watch asked.

"YEEES" Heather said, breathing in and out with her face red. Thankfully she was all alone in this area or else this would be way more embarrassing.

The feeling of this aphrodisiac-like chemical faded as the watch stopped injecting it into her.

Heather was heavily breathing, getting up as she looked at the watch. She poked it a couple of times. Again she tried prying it off but it wouldn't budge. Figuring she was stuck with it she decided that it was best she leave the area.

Right away she heard the sounds of sirens. She knew cop cars were coming and if she stuck around they'd ask questions.

"Well I guess I'm stuck with you" she said to the watch. "I gotta get out of here" she said frantically picking up her purse and running, sandals making loud footsteps. Right away she ran to the nearest subway station. On her way she saw a hoard of police cars heading to the crash site. She ran down the subway and waited for the E-train.

It was a long train ride as she stared at this…alien watch? She got stares from some guys, obviously because of her rack. As usual she ignored them. Luckily today she wasn't getting hit on or worse. Looking at the blue hue on the faceplate she put her finger on it. It felt like regular metal and glass. The band felt like hard leather.

She ran out of the train as she arrived at her stop and headed straight to her apartment building. Using her keys she opened the door and came inside quickly, locking it.

She took off her sandals and put down her purse, she sat on her couch slouching. Bringing up the watch to her face she said "Now…what in blazes are you". She examined this strange device. She never saw anything like this before. Why did it make her feel….good down there? She touched its several nodes and buttons and accidentally sprung up the faceplate.

"*Gasp*" she said as the device sprang up.

"Species selection mode activated, please select a sample" the watch said. The hourglass shape turned into a diamond shape as she saw a silhouette pop up.

"Uh watch…what do I do now?" Heather asked.

"Press the faceplate down back into base" it said.

She was scared of messing with this thing more. What if it made her feel…that way again? Then again it's stuck on her, why not get curious?

Pressing down the dial with her finger she suddenly felt a huge surge of energy travel into her as the watch glowed.