Eric

Across town, in the haze of Brent’s living room, Eric’s mind was already spiraling when the next change hit.

She had been staring at Travis, thighs clenched under the short pink dress, thinking about how badly she wanted him inside her—how good it would feel to sink down on his cock, to ride him until he moaned her name. That single, filthy train of thought was exactly where her mind was locked when the Hyper-Specialist transformation slammed home.

Her thoughts crystallized with laser focus. Everything else—her old life, the game show, even basic conversation—faded into irrelevance. But sex with Travis? She became a savant. Every erogenous zone on his body, every way to make his cock throb, every moan and twitch she could draw out of him became instantly, perfectly clear. She knew exactly how to ruin him for anyone else.

“Oh my god…” Eric breathed, her voice dropping into a sultry purr. Her brown eyes darkened with pure hunger as she looked at him.

Travis swallowed hard. “Eric? You okay? You look… different.”

She didn’t answer with words. Instead, she crawled across the couch like a predator, the short dress riding up to expose the smooth curve of her bare ass. She straddled his lap, grinding her already soaked pussy against the hard bulge in his jeans. The contact made her moan shamelessly.

“I know exactly what you want,” she whispered hotly against his ear, nipping the lobe. “You’ve been staring at my tits all night. You want to suck on them while I ride you, don’t you?”

Her hands moved with expert precision—unbuttoning his jeans, freeing his throbbing cock, and stroking him with the perfect rhythm and pressure. Travis groaned, head falling back.

“Fuck… Eric…”

She lifted her dress, lined herself up, and sank down onto him in one smooth, wet motion. The feeling of him stretching her made her gasp in delight. Her hyper-specialized mind fed her every detail: how to clench around him, how to roll her hips, exactly when to speed up or slow down to keep him on the edge.

“Yes… just like that,” she moaned, riding him harder. Her full breasts bounced with every thrust, nipples stiff against the thin fabric. She pulled the neckline down so they spilled free, offering them to his mouth. Travis latched on greedily, sucking and biting while she fucked him.

Eric’s mind was on fire with pleasure and knowledge. She knew how to angle her hips to hit her own G-spot while milking him. She knew when he was getting close and slowed down just enough to edge him, drawing desperate whimpers from his throat.

“You’re mine right now,” she panted, riding him faster, her red hair wild around her flushed face. “I know exactly how to make you cum so hard you forget your own name.”

Travis’s hands gripped her ass, fingers digging into soft flesh as he thrust up to meet her. The wet sounds of their fucking filled the room—skin slapping, her slick pussy taking every inch.

“Eric—fuck—I’m gonna—”

She clenched around him deliberately, grinding down deep. “Cum for me, baby. Fill me up.”

He came with a guttural groan, pulsing hot and deep inside her. Eric followed right after, her own orgasm crashing over her in perfect, shuddering waves. Even in the afterglow, her specialized mind was already planning the next round—how she’d suck him hard again, how she’d let him bend her over the couch, how she’d drain him completely.

Travis panted beneath her, dazed. “Holy shit… what the hell was that?”

Eric smiled, slow and satisfied, still impaled on his softening cock. “Just getting started.”