They tried to body-swap me, no one knows they failed.

"And?" Brenda asked, lifting the pizza above her head, before lowering it to her mouth. She was less likely to spill that way. It was meat-lovers pizza, which invited Bryce to make horribly dirty comments, which the tight black shirt stretched over a bust strippers would fuck for did not help, nor did the short-shorts that she wore. Pizza boys fought to deliver to his house and not just because she tipped well. Maybe it was his experience with Taboostress, or some residual effect of being in Pleasure's body, or being touched by Taboo, or maybe she was just a hot MILF and he was finally paying attention.

"This is the perfect opportunity for me to do some undercover work. With any luck we can take out all the support folks, the people who build those crazy machines, such that when Ultimamom and Ultimagirl escape and we both know they will, they won't be able to do such things." Bryce said, in a single burst. He preferred loose pajamas, a t-shirt and sweats, revealing tightly coiled muscles and just a hint of chest hair above the collar.

"You can't be serious."

"I can, but I'll need your help. You'll need to keep Ultimamom and Ultimagirl in jail and especially Pleasure, as far as they know, I'm him. If they get out, we're okay and I'll know where they are, unlike usual, but if he gets out, we're fucked." Bryce argued.

"Language." Brenda said absently, but her mind was fully engaged with the problem.

"Sorry, but think about it. We'd have more information than ever and more influence than ever."

"What about the other superheroes and superheroines?" Ultramom asked, Brenda dropping away.

"Well, there aren't any in this city, you know they don't like playing in the same sandbox as you."

"It's not playing." Ultramom corrected him again, sending a flush of irritation through him and a spark of Pleasure's power escaped him. Fortunately, he wasn't touching her. Unfortunately, he was touching himself and his cock grew under the table.

"Yes, but you can keep them out easy enough. This is the definition of personal. They'll understand."

Ultramom nodded her understanding. She'd made a decision.