The Morning of Many Changes

Written in collaboration with Shadowmage

“When are you going to wake up Master?”

I was awake and battle ready by the time the strange voice had finished her sentence. My hand on their neck, ready to snap, fingers on their pressure points to know I meant business.

And it was total overkill. “M-master’s into ch-**** p-play?” The strange woman managed to cough out. I quickly let her go, getting a good look at the now strained breathing girl.

It was… a maid? A weird looking french maid, looking like she had to pour herself into the cloth she filled it out so much. She was busty to the Nth degree, like Power Girl and Big Barda had a baby kinda bouncy big. This had fetish themed prostitute written all over it. Not exactly surprising in this dingy apartment for men to hire a local for some evening fun.

“Sorry Ma’am, I think you got the wrong room.”

She shook her head at me, struggling but managing to raise her head and smile at me. “N-No… J-Jason Todd, my new master. In the apartment on South Wayne street with the tree growing out of it.”

It was here that I got a good look at her face and my mind just shattered.

Sarah from next door. The uptight woman who always glared at me whenever I walked past her, was now staring at me in a fetish outfit with love in her eyes. This was a woman who was only living in this dingy shithole of a flat because of her run-ins with the law. Doing taxes for Two-Face will really set back your prospects, but she never lost her cold edge of a hard worker. Which is why she hated me and my perceived laziness, since I only ever left the building from the roof. Had she… just fallen in love with me?

“S-Sarah? Wuh… why master?”

“Is he awake!?”

Before I could register what that all meant I was greeted by several more women streaming into the room. I was quickly surrounded. Edging my way back, pressing my whole body against the backboard in fear while thirteen women all bounded onto my bed and looked at me with awe.

“Good morning master!” They all said in unison, like they’d creepily spent a while practising. The one at the front of the pack, a woman with dark blueish hair and tattoos on her arms, was the first to follow up with, “Can we offer you any sexual relief this morning?”

They all nodded, looking eagerly between me and my crotch.

“...what. the fuck. is going on.”

I dropped my head back onto the pillow. “Really! What the fuck is going on!”

A hand found its way onto my thigh and began to slowly rub it up and down. “What do you mean Master?” The hand’s owner asked. “We’re here to-”

“Why are you here!” I yelled, now more frustrated by the scenario than anything else. “Someone tell me what’s happening!”

“It’s what you wanted me to do isn’t it?” A familiar voice rang through the air. Mindy. “You asked me to build you a harem.” She stated bluntly.

Oh my god. I did this. Fuuuck. I need to be careful about what I say. I mean shit, just shit.

“Mindy! I-I was joking! W-why would you-?!”

“You said you wanted a harem.” She repeated, gesturing to the women in front of me like she’d just made me a meal to eat. “Me and Ivy have been busy all night getting as many girls as we can to at least get you started, but we’re far from done don’t worry.”

“DON’T WORRY?! I’M INCREDIBLY WORRIED!” I screamed. Had she seriously used Ivy to mind control my apartment into being some sort of… sex cult?! Was she just a major freak or was whatever’s got me controlling Ivy somehow working on her too?!

“Master’s very tense.” said one of the women, suddenly leaning on me out of nowhere and pushing her bosom very deliberately into my back. I think this was the mail woman. “Let me massage you master, please!”

“N-no! I’m fine thank y-”

“I think he’s hungry.” interrupted the nice mother of flat 5B. “I don’t know your favourite, but hopefully these pancakes will suffice?” She asked sweetly, presenting the glazed food on her breasts that she was using as a plate.

“I’m not hun-GCK!” I started before my face was shoved into the meat and cake trap.

I didn’t want to harm these women, none of them deserved what was happening to them… though as my face tried to escape the softness, part of me wished this was just real. That all these nice gals had secret feelings for me and Mindy had just told them I wanted a harem before they all accepted… but this isn’t a dirty comic book.

“Quit it!” I barked as I pushed away the sweet mother while also moving away from the tattoo girl pulling at my pants. “Mindy! Whatever ‘order’ or ‘compulsion’ you think you got from me, stop it! I don’t want a harem!”

Her smiling face faltered only slightly, still creepily watching from the doorway. “I see…” She hummed, tapping her chin lightly before turning around. Behind her I could see the green skinned villain who’d started all this, chilling out in one of my few chairs. “Ivy! New order! You only take orders from me now, don’t ever listen to Jason again unless I say so!”

“Sure.” She shrugged.

I was far less calm. “WHAT?! MINDY?!”

“Sorry Jason!” Mindy sang, backing away from the doorway, “But it doesn’t matter if you don’t want one, I seriously NEED to get you a harem no matter what!” she explained with a clap of her hands in some form of apologetic stance. Then, closing my bedroom door, she left saying, “Girls, none of you take orders from Master either! And keep him here as long as you can!”

“Like hell these random girls can keep me-!”

Vines quickly locked around my wrists and ankles. Within seconds I was vitruvianly spread on the bed, with no hope of escape.

“Nevermind.”

Ivy and Mindy stepped out to the street. One feeling very good about the future, the other still annoyed they were a part of this.

“You didn’t tell him I figured out his cum has mind control properties.” Pamela the biologist frowned at the party girl.

Mindy shrugged, “If he knew then he’d probably figure out a way to stop his harem easier. Better to have one up on him I say.” She giggled, looking down at the vials of white they’d collected from him in the night before popping them in her purse and snapping her fingers. “Come on, the first stop is my gym before we get to work on some of your villain friends.”

With a sigh and an eyeroll Ivy picked the two of them up with a walking tree. Their plant taxi hurrying down the Gotham street where this shit happened way too regularly.

“Mmmph!” I let out a muffled scream as the MILF from across the hall still refused to release me from her tits. The annoying part is I’d fantasised about being in a very similar situation. However, this one didn’t involve pancakes being smeared on my face nor me being tied down.

I need to figure out a way to get out of this and stop Mindy and Ivy. This is quite possibly the most important and weirdest mission I’ve ever put myself on.

She pulled back and I took a few deep, rapid breaths. In that time I figured something out. I needed to get rid of the vines, but I had to stop any potential drawbacks first.

Part of me laughed as I realized. I’m gonna have to fuck my way out of this.