Chapter 10: We’re Superheros!

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It wasn't just a number etched into the side of the simple gold band resting on Dave’s coffee table. It was the sum of every debased act, every stolen kiss, every transactional fuck. It was the weight of every lie, every feigned moan, every stranger’s hot, sticky seed wiped from my skin. It was the price of my mom’s renewed youth, the cost of Dave’s restored hairline, the down payment on my own enhanced body. It was a monument to a month of living a life so far beyond the pale of my old reality that looking back felt like trying to remember a dream.

“Dude. Hello? Earth to Alex?”

Dave’s voice was a sharp, impatient intrusion, a rock thrown into the still, deep pool of my trance. I blinked, the room snapping back into focus. He was leaning forward on the couch opposite me, his elbows on his knees, a look of manic, Christmas-morning excitement on his face.

“Sorry,” I mumbled, shaking my head as if to clear the fog. “Just… thinking.”

“Thinking?” he scoffed, grabbing a handful of chips from the bowl between us and crunching down with a sound like a small explosion. “We’re past thinking, man. We’re in the doing phase. We hit the jackpot! We have over a thousand points of pure, grade-A, reality-fucking magic. Let’s do something!”

I looked at him, at his eager, uncomplicated face, and for a second, I felt a strange, alienating distance. He saw the number, the power, but he didn’t feel the weight of it, the cost. He hadn’t been the one on his knees in a strange, piss-stinking bathroom, the cherry-lollipop taste a bizarre, sweet mask for the musky reality of a stranger’s cock. He hadn’t felt the phantom ache of being filled, the ghost of a pleasure that was both undeniable and deeply, profoundly weird. To him, this was a video game, and we’d just reached the final level.

And maybe he was right. I’d gotten so used to the grind, the nightly hunts, the constant, low-level hum of risk and arousal, that I’d forgotten what the point of it all was. I couldn’t even think of where to start. The sheer, overwhelming menu of possibilities was paralyzing.

“Okay, okay,” Dave said, his impatience boiling over. He leaned forward, his eyes gleaming. “How about we start with…”

“Dude, just wait a second, will you?” I snapped, the words sharper than I intended.

He recoiled, a look of hurt confusion on his face. “Whoa, sorry. What’s your problem?”

Before I could answer, a sharp, insistent knock echoed from his front door. We both froze, turning to look at the door.

“Who’s that?” Dave asked, his brow furrowed. “I’m not expecting anyone.”

A slow, secret smile spread across my face. “I am.”

I stood up, a new, giddy energy buzzing through my veins. As I walked toward the door, with a smooth, practiced motion, I slid the ring onto my finger.

“Wait, what are you doing?” Dave yelped, jumping up from the couch. “Why are you changing into Alexa?”

The transformation was so familiar now it was like shrugging on a comfortable old coat. The world compressed, my body flowing and softening, my shorts and t-shirt suddenly clinging to a new, impossible set of curves. My massive, gravity-defying breasts settled into place with a soft, familiar weight.

I turned back to him, a playful, teasing smirk on my new, softer lips. “You’ll see.”

I pulled open the door, and there she was. Sarah. She was leaning against the doorframe, a vision in a pair of tight, high-waisted yoga pants and a simple white tank top that showcased the lean, athletic lines of her shoulders and arms. Her short, choppy blonde hair was artfully messy, and her green eyes lit up when she saw me. The micro-penis upgrade is clearly working, it’s almost impossible to tell even with these tight yoga pants.

“Heyyyy!” I squealed, the sound a high, genuinely excited peal of laughter that felt both completely natural and utterly alien coming from my own throat. I threw my arms around her, pulling her into a tight, enthusiastic hug. My huge, soft breasts squished against her firm, athletic chest, a familiar, pleasant friction.

She laughed, hugging me back with an easy, practiced familiarity. “Hey, you. Ready for the big day?”

“You know it,” I said, pulling back and linking my arm through hers. I led her into the apartment, my hips swaying with a confident, feminine grace that was becoming second nature. “Sarah, this is Dave. Dave, Sarah.”

Sarah gave him a warm, friendly smile. “Hey, Dave. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Dave just stared, his mouth hanging slightly open. His eyes darted from Sarah’s smiling face to my own, then down to my massive tits, then back up again. The confusion on his face was a beautiful, chaotic symphony.

“Dude,” he finally managed, his voice a strangled whisper. “What the fuck?” He looked at me, at my female form, at the casual, intimate way I was linked arm-in-arm with this stunning, impossibly cool woman. “Who is this? And why the hell are you still wearing the ring?”

I felt a hot flush of embarrassment creep up my neck. I’d been so excited for the big reveal, so caught up in the new, easy friendship I had with Sarah, that I hadn’t really thought through the optics of this introduction. I sheepishly unlinked my arm from hers and, with a sigh, pulled the ring from my finger.

The world stretched, my body snapping back to its familiar, masculine proportions. The baggy clothes suddenly felt right again.

Sarah, to her credit, didn’t miss a beat. She extended a hand to Dave, her smile unwavering. “Sarah Jenkins,” she said, her voice cool and professional. “I’m Alex’s coworker. And I’m Alexa’s friend.”

Dave just stared at her outstretched hand, then back at me, his brain clearly struggling to process the new, impossible data stream. “Coworker? Friend? What?”

“It’s a long story, dude,” I said, running a hand through my now-short hair. “We, uh… we met by accident when I was… you know. As Alexa. And we kind of hit it off. Then she, uh… she found out about the ring.”

Sarah smirked, a wicked, conspiratorial glint in her eyes. Then, with a casual, almost bored motion, she unbuttoned her leather pants, pulled down the zipper, and let them drop to her ankles.

Dave’s mouth fell open. He stared, his eyes wide with a mixture of shock, disbelief, and a healthy dose of pure, unadulterated envy. There, nestled between Sarah’s toned, athletic thighs, was a small micro-penis where Dave expected a pussy.

“Oh,” Dave breathed, his voice a reverent whisper. Then his head snapped back to me, a look of betrayal on his face. “So she gets upgrades and I don’t?”

Sarah laughed, pulling her pants back up with a confident swagger. “Hey, I saw your little upgrades in the book. Don’t get greedy.”

“What the fuck, dude?” Dave said, his glare now fully focused on me. “Why did you bring her in on this? This was our thing!”

“Dude, calm down,” I said, holding up my hands in a placating gesture. “She’s been a huge help. She actually understands being a woman, you know? She’s been helping Alexa with the challenges, giving me pointers. It’s been… good.”

“Oh, I’m sure,” Dave said, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he gestured pointedly at Sarah’s crotch. “I can clearly see she knows all about being a woman.”

“Hey,” Sarah said, a playful but firm edge to her voice. “This is a new addition. And a welcome one, I might add.”

“I’m just… I’m usually Alexa around her,” I tried to explain, stumbling over the words. “It feels weird being Alex. We’re coworkers, you know? It’s… easier this way.”

“So let me get this straight,” Dave said, pacing the small living room now, a caged tiger of confusion and jealousy. “At work, you two pretend you barely know each other. But as Alexa, you’re best friends?”

“It’s like how you’re friends with Alex,” Sarah offered, trying to help. “I’m friends with Alexa.”

“Since when was Alexa a person?” Dave shot back, his frustration boiling over. “I thought she was just a costume you wore to fuck dudes for magic points!”

“Sorry,” Sarah said, a look of genuine concern on her face. “Did I make things awkward?”

“Yes,” Dave said at the exact same moment I said, “No.” I shot him a glare, and he just threw his hands up in the air in a gesture of pure, theatrical exasperation.

“Look,” I said, trying to find the words to explain something I barely understood myself. “Being Alexa… I don’t know. It’s starting to feel less like a costume and more like a second skin. A second life. It’s like… you know how you’re one person with your friends, and another person with your work colleagues, and another person with your family? It’s like that, but… the body changes, too.”

Dave just stared at me, a look of profound, almost pitying concern on his face. “This ring is really getting to your head, man.”

“Look, Sarah’s in on it, okay?” I said, my patience finally snapping. “It’s my ring. It’s my call.”

He looked like he wanted to argue, but he just let out a long, frustrated sigh and slumped back onto the couch. An awkward, heavy silence settled over the room, thick with unspoken tensions. I sat down in the armchair, and after a moment, Sarah sat down on the other end of the couch, leaving a wide, demilitarized zone between herself and Dave. For now, I was staying as me.

“Well,” I said, breaking the silence. “What are we starting with?”

Dave, ever the pragmatist when it came to magical wish-fulfillment, immediately snapped out of his funk. “Dude, the financial markets thing. Unparalleled intelligence of how these systems work. We’ll be billionaires in a year.”

Sarah let out a small, almost inaudible sigh, a sound of pure, unadulterated condescension. I ignored it, picking up the journal and writing the familiar sentence.

Alex Winters, Dave Chen, and Sarah Jenkins have an intuitive and perfect understanding of financial markets, allowing them to manipulate financial markets 500

The cost materialized beside the text: 500. A steep but manageable price.

“Okay, five hundred,” I announced. “That’s less than half of what we’ve got. I reckon we should do it.”

Dave’s face lit up. “Yes! Let’s do it!”

“Oh, please,” Sarah said, her voice dripping with a bored, world-weary disdain.

Dave glared at her. “What? You got a problem with being rich?”

“No,” she said, turning to face him, her expression one of a patient teacher explaining a simple concept to a particularly dense student. “I have a problem with wasting five hundred Influence on a completely useless power. What, exactly, do you expect to do with that? Even if you could consistently beat the S&P 500, which even the greatest experts on Wall Street struggle to do, you’d be looking at returns of what? Twenty, maybe thirty percent a year? How does that turn the, what, five grand you have in your savings account into a billion dollars? You’d be eighty before you could afford a down payment on a decent condo.”

Dave opened his mouth to retort, a string of angry, incoherent sputtering, but I cut him off. “She has a point, dude.” The cold, hard logic of it was undeniable. Even the smartest investor in the world still needed capital. We were trying to build a skyscraper with a bucket and spade.

Dave slumped back, defeated. “Okay, fine,” he grumbled. “Since you’re so smart, what’s your brilliant idea?”

A slow, triumphant smirk spread across Sarah’s face. She reached into her handbag and pulled out a small, leather-bound notepad, flipping it open with a practiced, professional air. “I’m glad you asked.” She cleared her throat. “I’ve prepared a few suggestions.”

We just stared at her, a pair of dumbstruck monkeys watching a human use a tool for the first time.

“Option one,” she began, her voice crisp and clear. “Baseline survivability. A simple, one-time investment that ensures we all maintain perfect physical health and age at an optimal rate, regardless of diet, sleep, or lifestyle choices. It’s boring, I know,” she said, holding up a hand to forestall Dave’s inevitable complaint, “but it’s a foundational upgrade. It means we don’t have to worry about the long-term consequences of, say, living on pizza and beer for the next decade while we focus on more important things.”

“Option two,” she continued, not missing a beat. “Mind reading. Think about it. Who needs an understanding of the markets when you can just walk into a boardroom, read the CEO’s mind, and get the quarterly earnings report a week before it’s released? It’s untraceable insider trading. It’s the ultimate social and financial cheat code.”

“And option three,” she finished, a wicked glint in her eyes. “Perfect acting ability.”

Dave burst out laughing. “What? So we can be the next Brad Pitt? That’s your brilliant plan?” Even I was confused.

“You idiots,” she said, shaking her head with a look of profound pity. “It’s not about Hollywood. It’s about being able to convincingly lie in any situation. It’s about being able to talk your way into, or out of, anything. It’s the ultimate social engineering tool.”

Dave had to admit, a grudging respect dawning on his face, “Okay, that one’s actually pretty good.”

“But,” I said, holding up a hand before the debate could get any more heated. “Before we do anything, one rule. We all have to agree. No matter what powers we get, they can never be used on each other. No mind-reading each other’s thoughts, no convincing each other to do things we don’t want to do. We have to be able to trust each other.”

They both nodded, the gravity of the rule sinking in. “Agreed,” Sarah said, and Dave mumbled a ****, “Yeah, fine.”

I picked up the journal, my curiosity piqued. I wrote out Sarah’s three suggestions, adding all three of our names to each one. The results were staggering.

Alex Winters, Dave Chen, and Sarah Jenkins will maintain perfect physical health and age at an optimal rate, regardless of diet, sleep, or lifestyle choices 500

Alex Winters, Dave Chen, and Sarah Jenkins can read the mind of any person they are in physical contact with 12,500

Alex Winters, Dave Chen, and Sarah Jenkins possess perfect, flawless acting and deception skills 2,800

“Okay,” I announced. “The health one is five hundred. Doable. The acting one is twenty-eight hundred. The mind-reading… is twelve and a half thousand.”

Dave let out a long, frustrated groan, flopping back onto the couch. “This fucking succubus won’t let us have any real fun, will she? Everything cool is ridiculously expensive.”

I was stumped, but Sarah was just staring at the book, a thoughtful, calculating expression on her face. Then, a slow, dangerous smile spread across her lips. “Give me the book,” she said.

I hesitated, but I knew she didn’t have any Influence to spend. It was harmless. I handed it to her. She took it, a new, almost predatory energy radiating from her.

She wrote:

Sarah Jenkins can tell when Dave Chen is lying 700

The cost appeared beside it: 700. Red.

Dave looked confused, a flicker of annoyance on his face. “What the hell? Why are you trying to waste seven hundred points on that?”

“Watch this,” Sarah said, her voice a low, conspiratorial purr. She wrote another sentence directly beneath the first one.

Whenever Dave Chen tells a lie, he cums instantly 50

The cost for that one was a beautiful, affordable 50.

Dave’s face went pale. He lunged across the couch, snatching the book from her hands with a panicked yelp. “No! Fuck no!”

Sarah just leaned back, a triumphant, wicked laugh bubbling up from her chest. “It’s okay,” I said, a dawning understanding on my face. “Neither of you have any Influence to spend. But… I see what you’re getting at.”

“Exactly,” Sarah said, turning to me, her eyes shining with a brilliant, strategic light. “The succubus wants to be entertained, right? She feeds on sexual energy, on drama, on chaos. We’ve been trying to play by our rules, trying to buy these straightforward, boring, vanilla powers. But if we want to get the good stuff, the really reality-bending shit, for a decent price… we need to play by her rules. We need to make it sexy.”

The truth of it hit me like a physical blow. She was right. The pricing had always felt arbitrary, but now I saw the pattern. My thirty-point investment in my blowjob skills. The cheap, five-point upgrade that made Claire horny for my seed. The ridiculously low cost of my own breast and ass enhancements. The Matron wasn’t just a cosmic banker; she was a producer, and she was green-lighting the storylines she found most entertaining.

I grabbed the book back from Dave. “So… what?” he asked, a note of petulant frustration in his voice. “We can only get powers that help us suck dick? Great.”

Sarah was about to snap back at him, but I cut them both off. “No,” I said, my mind racing, the pieces of a new, audacious plan clicking into place. “She’s right. We need to play the game. But we don’t have to just get sex powers. We have to frame the powers we want in a way that’s sexy. And we have to use the tools she’s given us. We need to use the alter egos.”

They both looked at me, confused.

“Think about it,” I explained, the idea taking shape as I spoke. “Altering me, or Dave, or Sarah… it’s messy. It draws attention in our real lives. But Alexa… nobody knows who she is. She’s a ghost. We can make her into anything. We can give her any power, any body, and use her to get what we want. Information, money, power… we can get it all from the rich, powerful men she seduces.”

“That’s smart,” Sarah said, a look of genuine admiration on her face.

“Like a superhero!” Dave blurted out, his eyes wide with a sudden, childlike glee.

Sarah and I just stared at him.

“Think about it!” he insisted, his excitement infectious. “Normal, boring Alex Winters puts on his magic ring and becomes a woman with magical sex powers! Alexa is his superhero alter ego! She’s the Superwoman to his Clark Kent!”

I let out a laugh, a raw, incredulous sound. “Yeah, right. I can be Succubus Girl or something.”

“You sound more like a villain than a hero,” Sarah chuckled. “You’d be using your powers for personal gain, not for the good of humanity.”

We all laughed, the tension in the room finally breaking, replaced by a shared, giddy sense of possibility.

“Okay,” I said, a new sense of purpose hardening my resolve. “It’s settled, then. We can make some small, quality-of-life upgrades to ourselves here and there, but the bulk of our Influence… it’s going to be invested in Alexa. We’re going to build her into the ultimate weapon.”

“Wait a minute,” Dave said, a familiar, petulant frown returning to his face. “So you just get all the upgrades? That’s not fair.”

“It is her ring,” Sarah pointed out.

“He!” Dave corrected her. “Alex is a he!”

“Technically, they’re both,” Sarah said with a smirk.

“Well,” I cut in, a slow, wicked grin spreading across my face. “Technically, Dave… you have a female form, too. We could modify her.”

Dave’s eyes went wide, the petulance on his face replaced by a look of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. “I get to be a fucking superhero?!”

“Relax, buddy,” I said, laughing. “You’re not getting your hands on the ring. I’m not trusting you with earning Influence. I was just saying… technically.”

“But what if there was a way for him to have his own?” Sarah mused, her strategic mind already working on the problem. “Alex, ask the book if you can duplicate the ring.”

I did, but the answer was a simple, definitive no.

Sarah snatched the book. “Okay, what if we ask to create a new ring, one that just has the transformative power, but not the Influence?”

“It’s not gonna work,” I said, but she just shot me a look.

“Why not?” she challenged. “This succubus wants more sexy women out there fucking around, right? Why wouldn’t she want Dave here turning into a chick and fucking dudes senseless?”

I tried, asking the succubus in the book, but the answer was still no. “It can only alter living beings,” I reminded her. “Not inanimate objects. That’s why we can’t just wish for a million dollars.”

But then, a new idea, a brilliant, elegant workaround, sparked in my mind. “Wait a minute,” I said, my voice low and excited. “What if we’re thinking about this all wrong? We can’t create a ring… and we can’t alter existing inanimate objects, but what if we didn’t need to? What if we made it so that whenever Dave wears a ring he already owns, he transforms into his female self? We’re not influencing a ring, we’re influencing him! It’s even more safe too, because then the ring ONLY works on Dave.”

Dave looked skeptical. “It won’t work, man. Remember when we tried to make it so my muscles would perfectly fill out any shirt I wore? It cost, like, twenty thousand points.”

“Yeah,” I said, the pieces clicking into place. “Because that was a boring, non-sexual, quality-of-life upgrade. It didn’t serve the Matron’s goals. But this… this is different. This is creating a new player in her game. A new source of entertainment. A new potential source of sexual energy. She might like that.” I held out my hand. “Give me your watch.”

Dave, looking confused but intrigued, unclasped the silver Casio from his wrist and handed it to me. I placed it on the coffee table and wrote in the journal.

Whenever Dave Chen wears his silver Casio watch, he transforms into his inherent female self 102

The cost appeared beside the text. 102. Perfect.

A triumphant whoop of joy erupted from all three of us. We were a chaotic, giddy pile of high-fives and back-pats.

But then, Sarah’s face fell. “Wait a minute,” she said, her voice a small, disappointed whisper. “I’m the only one who can’t.”

“Why not?” Dave asked, still buzzing with excitement.

“When I wore the ring, nothing happened,” she explained. “It only transforms men into women, not the other way around.” I tried writing that when she wears Dave’s watch her dick would revert to a pussy, but the cost was obscene. “Fuck, you’re right” I said. “This is technically undoing a change, so it costs a lot”.

Sarah looked defeated. “Without a Woman Within to tap into like you guys, guess I’m being left out of this one” she said glumly, sinking back into the couch.

Dave let out a small, insensitive chuckle. “Sucks to be you.” Sarah shot him a glare, but before their bickering could escalate, a new, even more brilliant idea hit me.

“But you’re not a woman,” I said, the words coming out before I could think them through.

Sarah looked at me, a flicker of genuine hurt in her eyes. “Um, excuse me?”

“No, no, that’s not what I mean!” I said, scrambling to explain. I gestured vaguely at her crotch. “I mean… biologically. To the ring. Gender is a human social construct, right? The succubus, this ancient, cosmic being… she probably doesn’t care about our pronouns. She probably just sees… plumbing. And right now, you’re packing.”

I decided to test my theory. I flipped to the Questions page.

Can I give my female form, Alexa, a penis?

The answer was immediate and definitive.

No. The duality of the forms is essential to the game. To grant the female form a penis would blur the lines to an unacceptable degree, rendering the male form redundant, and would make it impossible to extract sexual energy from men. Such requests will not be granted.

Dave chuckled. “What, so the book is transphobic? I thought succubi had dicks or something.”

“No,” Sarah said, her analytical brain taking over, her hurt feelings momentarily forgotten. “It’s not transphobic. It’s just… clinical. It’s not concerned with gender identity, just the biological tools of the trade. A succubus can’t extract sexual energy from a man if she has a dick of her own.”

“And you’re probably thinking of a futanari,” I added, a hot blush creeping up my neck as I remembered my own private fantasies.

Dave raised an eyebrow. “Since when are you the expert on futas?”

My blush deepened, and my eyes accidentally flickered to Sarah, who was also blushing. Dave pieced it together instantly. “Oh. Oh, I get it. Gross, you two.”

“Anyway,” I said, trying to steer the conversation back on track. “My point is, the book might see Sarah as a man now. Which means…” I tossed the ring to her. “Try it.”

She looked at me, a mixture of skepticism and dawning hope on her face. She took a deep breath and slid the ring onto her finger.

And this time, it worked.

But the transformation was not what any of us expected. I had assumed she would just… revert, her penis vanishing, her vagina returning. But it was more than that. We watched, mesmerized, as her entire body seemed to soften, to flow into a new, more overtly feminine shape. Her athletic, lean-muscled frame became more curvaceous, her waist cinching in, her hips and ass swelling slightly into a softer hourglass. Her breasts grew fuller, rounder, settling into a pair of C’s. Her face softened, her jawline becoming more delicate, her lips fuller. She looked… like a more girly, more traditionally feminine version of herself.

She looked down at her new body, her hands cupping her new, larger breasts with a sense of profound, bewildered shock. “Whoa,” she breathed, her voice a slightly higher, more melodic version of her own. “I feel… girly. It’s weird. But kind of cool.”

I tapped the cover of the journal, the words The Woman Within suddenly taking on a whole new meaning. “Guess we unlocked the woman within you, too.”

“Okay,” I declared, a new, decisive energy in my voice. “It’s settled. We all get succubus alter egos.”

“Superhero alter egos!” Dave corrected, and Sarah just rolled her eyes.

She took the ring off, tossing it back to me. “Okay,” she said, looking down at the silver chain she wore around her neck. “What item should we use for me?”

“Hey!” Dave piped up, a note of indignant complaint in his voice. “How come she gets a choice? You just took my Casio! I can’t wear it anymore unless I want to turn into a chick.”

I rolled my eyes. “Okay, fine. What do you want instead?”

Dave thought for a moment, then shrugged. “Uh… no, the Casio’s fine. I just would have liked to have been asked.”

Sarah and I exchanged a look of profound, shared exasperation. “Idiot,” we both muttered under our breath.

Sarah pulled out a silver chain from her bag. “Here,” she said, her voice soft with a sudden, unexpected sentimentality. “My mom gave this to me when I turned eighteen. She told me I was a real woman now. Seems… fitting.”

I took the chain, the cool, delicate silver feeling heavy with significance. “Okay,” I said, a slow, triumphant grin spreading across my face. “Here’s the plan.”

I picked up the journal, the other test entries having long since faded. With a steady, deliberate hand, I began to write.

First, the baseline upgrade we’d all agreed on, a foundation for our new, chaotic lives.

Alex Winters, Dave Chen, and Sarah Jenkins will maintain perfect physical health and age at an optimal rate, regardless of diet, sleep, or lifestyle choices 500

Next, the enchantments.

Whenever Dave Chen wears his silver Casio watch, he transforms into his inherent female self. He does not gain access to Influence 108

Whenever Sarah Jenkins wears her silver chain necklace, she transforms into her inherent female self. She does not gain access to Influence 115

I took a deep breath and, with a firm, decisive stroke, I underlined all three sentences.

Dave looked down at himself, a confused expression on his face. “Huh. I don’t feel any different.”

“Yeah, dipshit,” Sarah said, cuffing him lightly on the back of the head. “You don’t feel perfect, indefinite health. It just is.”

“Here,” I said, cutting off their bickering before it could start. I pushed the watch and the necklace across the coffee table. “Try them out.”

Sarah went first. She clasped the delicate silver chain around her neck, and in a seamless, dizzying ripple, she transformed back into her new, more overtly feminine self. She let out a small yelp of surprise, still not used to the sensation.

“You’ll get used to it,” I said with a knowing smile.

Dave, not to be outdone, snatched up his watch and strapped it to his wrist. He transformed instantly, a wide, shit-eating grin on his new, prettier face. The first thing he did, as always, was grab his tits. “I missed you, ladies.”

Sarah shoved him playfully. “You’re so gross.”

“Hey, it’s my body,” he shot back.

I was the last one. I picked up the ring, the original, the source of it all, and slid it onto my finger. I became Alexa, the transformation happening with a smooth, practiced grace that the other two still lacked.

“Fuck, this is so cool!” Dave exclaimed, his new voice a throaty contralto. “We’re our superhero alter egos! We need names! Well, you’re already Alexa, so by that logic, I’m… Davina! And you’re… Sarah-a?”

Sarah and I just looked at him like he was an idiot. But he had a point.

“You want she/her pronouns when you’re like this?” Sarah asked him, a teasing glint in her eye.

“Fuck no,” he said immediately, but then he caught the look on Sarah’s face. “Oh. Right. Ruins the alter ego thing.” A look of profound, theatrical concentration crossed his face. “Yeah. Fine. When I’m Davina, you can call me she/her.” I made a mental note to think of him… no… her… like that. It would make things simpler anyway.

I giggled, the sound light and musical. “You get used to it, trust me. But Davina sucks. We need something better.” I thought for a moment. “What about… Daisy?”

She considered it, then a wide, bright smile spread across her face. “Daisy. Yeah. I like that.”

I turned to Sarah. “What about you?”

“Do I really need one?” she asked. “I’m not that different. I still consider myself a girl in both forms, even if the book seems to disagree.”

“It’s easier,” I said. “Keeps things separate.”

She thought for a moment. “Okay. How about… Sierra?”

“Sierra,” I repeated, tasting the name on my tongue. “I like it. It’s spicy.”

And just like that, it was settled. Alexa, Daisy, and Sierra. The three succubus alter egos.

“Okay, so now what?” Daisy asked, her voice still laced with a masculine, Dave-like impatience.

“Well,” I said, a slow, strategic smile spreading across my face. “I guess we spend the remaining Influence on giving ourselves some powers.”

The next few minutes were a whirlwind of creative, chaotic, and deeply horny brainstorming. We established the ground rules: the powers had to be sexual in nature to appease the Matron, but they had to have a practical, secondary application that would benefit our long-term goals.

Sierra, ever the pragmatist, went first. “Okay, I can’t exactly go around looking like this,” she said, gesturing to her face. “I still look too much like me. People will recognize me.”

Daisy, ever the team player, just sighed. “So wear a disguise, idiot. We’re not wasting Influence on you.”

“No, she has a point,” I said, cutting him off. “We need to be able to operate anonymously. We’ll alter Sierra’s appearance.”

“Okay, fine,” Daisy grumbled. “But if she gets a makeover, I want some physical upgrades, too. I remember when these puppies were bigger than yours, Alex,” she said, hefting her own modest breasts.

“Alexa,” I corrected her. “And fine. That seems fair. But Sierra first.”

Sierra was surprisingly decisive. “Mainly the face and hair. I’ve always wanted to try short hair. But keep it blonde. And I don’t care what you do to my face, just… keep me pretty.”

I wrote it down, the words flowing easily.

Sierra Jenkins’ hair is cut into a short, choppy, sexy blonde bob. Her facial features are altered to be attractive but completely unrecognizable from her original form. 56

The cost was manageable. Sierra went to the bathroom mirror to watch the change, and her gasp of pure, unadulterated shock was audible from the living room. She came back out, her hands tracing the lines of her new face, a look of giddy disbelief in her eyes. She took her necklace off and on a few times, watching herself morph between her two selves, a look of profound, trippy wonder on her face.

“Okay, boring,” Daisy declared. “My turn! Make me thick! We all know I love a thick woman. But, like, sexy thick. Not fat.”

I rolled my eyes. “Okay, but it’s going to make you less mobile.”

“Then make me as agile as athletic Sarah!” she demanded.

I sighed, but I did it.

Daisy Chen’s body is transformed into a ‘slim-thick’ ideal, with a large, plump ass, thick, powerful thighs, and E-cup breasts, while maintaining her current agility 87

Daisy let out a whoop of pure, unrestrained joy as she felt her body swell and expand, her t-shirt and shorts straining at the seams. She stood up, admiring her new, impossible curves, a look of pure, narcissistic bliss on her face. “Fuck yeah.”

I then chuckled as I watched Daisy strip down into just her boxers as she frantically tried to explore her new curves.

“Classic men,” Sierra said with a laugh. “Hey, I’m not like that,” I protested.

“Oh, really?” Sierra said, raising an eyebrow at my own massive chest. “So you didn’t give yourself a pair of impossible tits and an impractical bubble butt, then?”

“Best of both worlds, petite frame but still with the nice assets, ” I said with a smirk. Sierra chuckled. “

“Okay,” I said, clapping my hands together, trying to regain control of the room. “Dave… uhh I mean Daisy, put your clothes back on. It’s time for the final step. We have enough Influence left for one power each. Think hard.” Daisy nodded, putting her shirt back on.

I knew what I wanted almost immediately.

Alexa Winters’ breasts are hypnotic. Any man who is actively groping them will enter a suggestible trance, during which Alexa can implant a single, simple command that he will feel compelled to obey for 10 minutes with a 24hr cooling off period per man 110

“Hey, don’t we have like 300 left? That’s more than a third of what’s left!” Daisy complained.

“Actually, we have 258 influence left, and I’m the one with the ring,” I said, a playful but firm note of authority in my voice. “As the leader, it’s my call. And I want this.”

Sierra just smirked. “Leader?”

“Yep,” I confirmed. Sierra went next. “Okay, I know what I want. Swallowing a man’s cum allows me to possess his body for ten minutes.” Damn, Sierra really is smart. I wrote it down and the cost was a neat 95. Perfect.

When Sierra Jenkins swallows a man’s cum, she gains the ability to possess him for ten minutes with a 24hr cooling off period per man 74

Daisy was last. She started with a ridiculous suggestion involving lactating mind-control milk that would make men want to give her a million dollars, which Sierra and I immediately shot down.

“Okay, fine,” she grumbled. “How about this? While I’m fucking a man, I can ask him any question, and he has to answer truthfully.” It wasn’t bad, but I adjusted it slightly to keep the cost as low as possible.

When Daisy Chen is having penetrative sex with a man while in cowgirl position, she can ask him any question and he has to answer truthfully 55

“Hey! That’s not what I said” Daisy grumbled.

“Yeah, well yours was too broad, so it would have been too expensive.” I shot back, and Daisy seemed to accept it.

And so it was settled. I underlined all three powers, and a palpable surge of energy, a crackle of pure, unadulterated magic, filled the air.

Daisy broke the excited silence. “So… is sex with a guy any good? I’m not into guys.”

“I’m not really either,” Sierra admitted. “But it can be fun if you don’t focus on the dick part and the fact that a gross guy is fucking you. Found that out before I realized I was gay.”

“It’s actually really fucking good,” I said, the words surprising even myself. “But Sierra’s right. The guy part isn’t that appealing, just having a dick inside you can be incredible. But maybe…” A final, brilliant idea sparked in my mind. “Maybe we can fix that.”

We had just enough Influence left. I wrote something that I’d been tempted to do for a while now.

Daisy, Sierra, and Alexa become intensely sexually attracted to men, but only while a man’s penis is inside them 15

Daisy spoke up again. “Whoa whoa whoa, hang on, I thought we weren’t changing our personalities…” I could hear the worry in her voice. Even Sierra looked a little concerned.

“Guys, we can undo any change for roughly 10x the original cost,” I reasoned. “150 isn’t that bad. And besides, it only affects us during sex. The moment their dick is out of us we are back to ourselves.” This seemed to convince them.

“Fine, do it.” Daisy said. I underlined it without a second thought. None of us felt any different, but a new, eager curiosity hummed in the air between us.

We had four Influence left. “That’s enough for today,” I declared.

Daisy let out a happy sigh. “We’re like a superhero team!”

“More like supervillains,” Sierra corrected with a smirk.

“This superhero thing better not catch on,” I said, but a part of me, a deep, childish, and undeniably excited part, was already designing the costumes in my head.

We took off our trinkets, the three of us returning to our normal selves, and sat back down on the couch, the air thick with the afterglow of pure, reality-bending power.

“Tonight,” I said, a slow, predatory grin spreading across my face. “Tonight, we test out these alter egos. And hopefully, we walk away a little richer.”

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