Drake Voss, Nexus Accord Tech

The sterile hum of the containment lab filled the air, punctuated by the occasional clatter of equipment as technicians and soldiers unpacked the latest shipment of confiscated tech. Drake Voss sat at his workstation, half-focused on the inventory manifest scrolling across his terminal. Another shipment, another pile of bizarre and dangerous toys.

But today wasn’t routine.

His attention sharpened as the soldiers near the main entrance snapped to attention. Drake glanced up, his curiosity piqued as Commander Helen Parr, better known as Elastigirl, strode into the lab. Her presence wasn’t just unusual—it was almost unheard of. High-ranking officers didn’t typically oversee routine tech handoffs.

Drake’s gaze followed her as she approached the central workstation. Helen Parr radiated confidence and authority, her tone and posture demanding respect. But Drake’s attention, despite his best efforts, drifted to her body: her snug red-and-black uniform, tailored perfectly to accommodate her flexibility, clung to her figure with frustrating precision.

Her hips, wide and rounded, moved with an unintentional sway, the natural roll of her ample backside impossible to ignore. Each step set her voluminous ass into motion, the subtle bounce mesmerizing. It wasn’t just big—it was perfect, full and firm yet soft enough to leave little to the imagination.

Drake clenched his jaw, dragging his eyes back to his screen. Jesus, he thought, shifting in his seat as his pants grew even tighter. How does she expect anyone to focus when she walks around like that?

Of course, Drake’s own body wasn’t exactly inconspicuous. His mutation, a biological curse as much as a gift, meant that his enormous cock and oversized testicles were impossible to fully conceal. Even sitting, the bulge was unavoidable, a constant source of both irritation and quiet pride.

For all the trouble his mutation caused him, Drake couldn’t help but think that women should be lining up for the privilege of taking him, rather than freaking out at the prospect. The problem wasn’t his size—it was their lack of appreciation. A woman like Helen Parr, he thought smugly, should be worshipping his cock, not running around playing commander. That big ass of hers would be better off pinned under him, taking every inch, than barking orders like she’s above it.

“Good afternoon,” Helen said, her warm, confident tone cutting through the quiet hum of the lab. Her slight Southern drawl gave her voice a melodic quality that was both reassuring and authoritative. “I’m here to oversee this shipment personally. Some of the items require special handling.”

Drake straightened, his professional mask snapping into place. “Commander Parr. I wasn’t aware this shipment was... sensitive.”

Helen folded her arms, her expression calm but firm. “Some of the recovered tech is linked to a figure from my world—Screen Slaver. Dangerous doesn’t even begin to cover it.”

Drake raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. “Screen Slaver. The hypnotist, right?”

“That’s right,” Helen replied, stepping closer to the central table where the soldiers were carefully opening the largest crate. “She used advanced tech to take control of people’s minds—instantly, completely. The moment someone put on one of her devices, they were hers.”

Drake’s attention flicked briefly to her as she leaned slightly against the table, her wide hips drawing his eyes despite his better judgment. She’s got the kind of body that was made for breeding, he thought fleetingly before forcing his focus back to the crate. Focus, Voss.

As the soldiers lifted the crate’s lid, Helen gestured toward its contents. Nestled within the foam padding were several sleek black devices. The centerpiece was a pair of goggles, their black-and-blue design deceptively simple.

“These,” Helen said, her tone tightening. “Her primary tool. The goggles beam subliminal patterns directly into the brain—faster than you can process. If someone puts them on you, even for a second, you’re under. You’ll do whatever the person who programmed them wants, no hesitation.”

Drake leaned forward slightly, his curiosity sharpening as he examined the goggles through the containment field. “How exactly does it work? Neural hacking? Hypnosis?”

Helen shook her head, her expression turning slightly rueful. “I don’t know the specifics. After Screen Slaver was stopped, the government on my world confiscated everything—her research, her prototypes, even the damaged goggles we recovered. If anyone ever figured out how they worked, I wasn’t told.”

“But the effects?” Drake pressed.

Helen sighed, her gaze lingering on the goggles. “The moment they’re off, the person snaps back to normal. No memory of what happened, no lingering effects. But while they’re on? You’re completely under. It’s like flipping a switch.”

Drake’s lips twitched into a faint smile as he typed a note into his terminal. “Instant obedience. That’s... efficient.”

Helen shot him a sharp look, her brown eyes narrowing slightly. “Efficient isn’t the word I’d use. It’s terrifying. And if someone on this messed up mixed up world is using similar tech, we can’t afford to underestimate it.”

“Let’s get something clear before we go any further.” Her gaze swept the room making sure everyone was paying attention before landing back on Drake. Her brown eyes bore into him, and he found himself instinctively straightening his posture.

“These devices aren’t just dangerous—they’re insidious,” she said. “The tech you’re looking at didn’t just hypnotize people. It rewired their will, twisted their perception of reality, and made them believe they wanted to obey. There’s no wiggle room here, Voss. Your job is to figure out how to neutralize their effects, and then we destroy them. No exceptions.”

Drake nodded, though his mind churned with possibilities. “Of course, Commander. But wouldn’t it be prudent to at least consider—”

“No,” she interrupted sharply.

The soldiers around them glanced at each other, exchanging subtle looks of discomfort. Elastigirl’s tone was calm but uncompromising, with an edge that left no room for argument.

“Elastigirl,” Drake began again, keeping his voice measured, “with respect, technology like this could be invaluable if we used it against our enemies. Imagine being able to turn the tide of a battle without bloodshed. Isn’t it worth exploring?”

Her jaw tightened. She stepped closer, lowering her voice, though its intensity remained. “Voss, I’ve faced the person who built these things. Evelyn Deavor—Screen Slaver—wasn’t just some villain with a grudge. She was brilliant, ruthless, and hell-bent on proving that superheroes were a danger to society. She used these goggles to turn friends into enemies, allies into puppets. I’ve seen people I care about reduced to mindless pawns because of this tech.”

She paused, her eyes narrowing. “You think you can control it? You think you’re smarter than she was? Let me save you the trouble. You can’t.”

Drake opened his mouth to reply but hesitated. Her words carried a weight he couldn’t ignore, even as his mind worked to frame an argument.

“And another thing,” she added, her voice quieter now but no less firm. “This isn’t about efficiency or strategy. This is about integrity. If we start using tech like this, we’re no better than the people we’re fighting. The Nexus Accord stands for something, and I won’t let that be compromised.”

Drake nodded quickly, masking his intrigue. “Understood, Commander. Full diagnostics, then focus on neutralization.”

“Good,” Helen said, straightening. Her posture radiated authority, but her tone softened slightly. “I know this might feel like just another piece of tech, but trust me—it’s not. Handle it carefully.”

Helen’s brown eyes lingered for a moment too long, her gaze snapping to the bulge in Drake’s pants. The corner of her mouth twitched, a flicker of disbelief crossing her face before it settled into irritation. She straightened, fixing him with a sharp look as her lips pressed into a thin line.

“Next time you decide to tailor your uniform,” she said, her voice calm but laced with biting sarcasm, “aim for realism. You’ll save yourself some laughs.”

Her words hung in the air for a beat too long, and that was all it took for the quiet snickers and exchanged looks from the technicians nearby to ripple through the lab. Alvin at the workstation to Drake’s right barely suppressed a chuckle, and one of the soldiers threw him a knowing grin as he adjusted a crate on the table.

Drake’s stomach twisted with a mix of fury and humiliation. He clenched his jaw, his fingers gripping the edge of his workstation as his mind raced. He knew exactly what those looks meant. They all know it’s real.

Every single one of them. The whispers, the chuckles, the sideways glances—they weren’t doubting the size of the bulge in his pants. If anything, they were mocking him for Helen’s assumption, because the truth was undeniable.

Drake had gone out of his way to prove it. He didn’t bother with a towel in the locker room, strutting through the communal showers, his cock swinging heavily as he lorded it over the other men. They’d all seen it—an absurd appendage that left no room for denial.

And the women? They’d seen it too. He knew his team’s gossip mill had circulated his dick pic, sent on a night out when he’d gotten a little too drunk and too cocky. He didn’t regret sending them—not after Angela had eagerly gone down on him in his quarters afterward, her eyes wide as she struggled to take him.

It wasn’t his size that bothered him—it was the snickers and glances that suggested even his teammates found his mutation ridiculous. They weren’t laughing at Helen’s jab; they were laughing at him.

Helen turned on her heel, her hips swaying with unintentional grace as she strode toward the exit. The technicians around the room quickly straightened, their chuckles dying in their throats as she disappeared through the sliding doors.

Drake’s green eyes flicked toward his colleagues, his teeth grinding as he caught another stifled laugh. He **** himself to exhale, his lips curling into a faint, sharp smile as he muttered under his breath.

You all wish you had this problem.