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Don't Shoot the Landlady
🕑 Added 2025-10-10 05:26:37 +0000 UTCCody grumbled as he pulled up to the back of Ms. Paramount's house, as his old car coughed. Money had been VERY tight since he had abruptly left his employment with the Jack Force. After seeing two of his co-workers melt and one of them nearly fucked to death, Cody quit and then had stolen one of Jack's death rays with the hopes of selling it for some quick cash. Unfortunately, the damn thing seemed busted. He had turned it on and had fired the ray at his toaster on low, and the appliance hadn't even moved off his counter. Cody hoped it only needed more power and wasn't some weird Jack prototype so he had driven to Micro Center to grab a bigger capacity. With a larger capacitor in hand, Cody walked towards the rear stairs down to his basement apartment when he saw the door was open. "OH SHIT!" swore Cody as he raced down the stairs.
He burst into his apartment to see his landlady, Ms. Paramount, frowning at him and poking at the death ray sitting on a tripod in the middle of his tiny kitchen. "Oh, Ms. Paramount! I was just coming to see you with this month's rent," said Cody as he slowly moved towards her and, more importantly, the death ray.
"Oh?" Amy turned to look at her tenant, eyes scanning him quickly. He was better kept than most people she would call 'bums', very muscular from his previous job, but it had been some months since he was employed and before that he was living paycheck to paycheck. Amy hadn't gotten paid in well over a quarter year.
She wasn't heartless though. As far as landlords went, she was among the kindest. She was old and chubby and a bit on the aggressive side - her werewolf form intimidating to normal humans all on its own. But when something broke she got it fixed, when her tenants wanted to do something special she looked over their plans and tried to approve them. She allowed pets and deferred payment and a lot of other things.
She was not, in fact, here to evict Cody.
...Just to investigate and see what he had worth selling. She may have been a bit -too- used to management, coming inside and looking around to 'help' Cody find something he could pay with.
And now things were very awkward indeed, Cody having caught her with his ray gun; Amy having caught Cody with some -very- valuable looking and -very- restricted tech, and Amy seeing that he very much did not have anything else to pay with on him.
"It looks like you're still struggling to me, Cody dear..." Amy added, watching him shuffle closer, "though it does seem like you've acquired something... rather expensive looking and new..." it was only now starting to occur to her that the ray gun -might be a ray gun- and her instinct to grip it closer might be the opposite of wise.
Cody plastered as genuine a smile on face as he could manage and still wasn't that confident in it. His landlord was... seasoned and slightly stooped, but she was still a werewolf and had plenty of teeth and claws. Jack's "vitamins" she had injected into the Jack Force's bone marrow had allowed all of them to put on a lot of muscle easily, among other things and he was confident he could handle her, but a fight in his kitchen wasn't ideal with a fragile raygun between them.
"Oh that! It's a friend's project. I'm just keeping it for her for a bit. I think she is planning to swing by tomorrow to pick it up," said Cody as he started to edge closer to the gun. Cody saw Amy squint as she eyed the raygun and the gleam of knowledge in those eyes had Cody sweating. She knew. Cody knew she knew. And as her eyes widened, Cody saw that she knew he knew that she knew. He slammed the extra-large capacitor into the slot on top of the machine and flicked the on switch as the thing hummed ominously. In a panic, Cody pulled the trigger as a stream of golden light fired out of the ray gun and slammed into Amy.
Amy had not, in fact, known shit. She was busy blinking stupidly and working her way through her mental assessment of the situation, considering if she was being lied to or if Cody -could- be part of somebody's secret identity when Cody struck.
The difference between a werewolf and a human wasn't insignificant... but the difference between a 50 year old woman who didn't work for a living and a man in his prime expected to punch superheroes and live was far, far greater and Amy was struck before she even realized. The thick beam was already buried in her stomach before she had time to register.
And after she had time to feel shock...
And... er... after she had calmed down a bit.
Amy looked down. Gold was still pouring into her, but she wasn't in pain. She was too surprised to be alive to even be angry, and now was wondering if it was merely special effects, about to ask a -very- pointed barrage of questions...
Before every button on her blouse popped, and fell open to reveal a chubby belly that was quite a bit less saggy than it had been seconds ago.
Cody looked at a shocked Amy as he watched the beam hum and pour into her. Cody had expected her to implode, vanish, detonate, or SOMETHING. Instead, she looked flushed and appeared to be breathing kinda hard, but didn't look to be in much distress. At least until her blouse popped open. Cody was shocked to see that his frumpy landlady looked fitter than he imagined. And bustier than he remembered. And healthier. And bigger?
Cody brow raised as he saw a diamond-hard pair of nipples dent her blouse while the capacitor started to glow. Cody blinked. This was NOT a death ray. In fact, it seemed to be a life ray or SOMETHING else insane that Jack had brewed up that made no sense. "What the hell is-" ZAP! The machine seemed to have a power surge as the capacitor blew, and a globe of glowing energy shot straight into Amy. That at least seemed to knock her down as the whole room went dark and every breaker in the house tripped. "SHIT!" growled Cody
Amy twitched. And FLEXED. And her stomach caved in only to be replaced by a growing set of abs.
The heavier she breathed the heavier her chest surged.
The tighter her clothes got the -less- they pinched her.
She was struggling TO struggle.
And she finally gave in, tearing the rest of her clothes off her body and teasing her own nipples, groping her chest as her breasts grew by the second. She had never been small, but the grapefruits in a bag that used to need so much support were perking up as well as growing, becoming basketballs taught and ready for action.
"YES! MORE!" Amy finally spoke, or rather growled, as she shoved fingers growing slender to a pussy growing fat. No wrinkles. No looseness. No weakness. Mrs. Fubb's old parlor was rapidly becoming a bunker, thick folds replaced with pure muscle and eagerly drinking in her fingers and entire spoonfuls of rushing hormones pumped carelessly into her blood.
Cody blinked as he heard growls, moans, and... wet sounds as he reached into his pocket to find his phone. He heard Ms. Paramount ROAR in a much different tenor and tone than he had ever heard out of her before, just as he managed to flick on his phone's flashlight. Standing there in his kitchen was a very big Amazon of a werewolf. She was mauling her own massive basketball-sized tits and shoving all the fingers she could spare into a very meaty-looking pussy which was responsible for the wet noises that echoed through the kitchen.
He still had NO idea what had just happened, but now seemed like a good time to make a break for it as he turned off his light and started to crawl for the door, hoping Amy was too distracted to notice her tenant leaving.
Amy came. The sensations were too much, and she started gushing right there on the floor. Her first jet actually cracked the tile, firing so hard from her enhanced pelvic muscles that ceramic was weak by comparison, but as she shoved her hand deeper and cupped around her snatch, the rest splashed back and soaked half the kitchen in sweet, feminine honey.
She was still twitching when she moved, still dripping, still -pumped- in every part of her body when she strode smoothly over to the fleeing Cody and picked him up with sticky hands. She looked him right in the eye and said.
"F-forgiven. Debt forgiven," she was breathing heavily, her massive chest and massive pecs both heaving, biceps snapping back and forth as the aftershocks made all her muscles twitch. "And... if there's more. Or if it lasts. We can work out. Heavy payment."
Cody found himself being grabbed in the mostly dark of the kitchen as two blazing eyes pinned him to the wall near the door. Reflexively, he grabbed at her wrists to try and twist them away. Cody might as well have been trying to bend steel bars for all the good it did him as the heady smell of horny werewolf washed over him. The glow from Amy's eyes and his own, finally adjusting to the dark, was enough to make out most of her in the low light. His old crotchety landlord was gone. In front of him was a muscle bound Zaftigian amazon.
The raw smell of sex and her beyond droolworthy body had Cody popping what had to be a fear boner. Some of the conditioning at his last job made those very painful as he squirmed as his pants grew far too tight. "Sure Yeah, whatever you need," he grunted, unsure if the power had gone to Amy's head or even how much of his landlady was still in there. Clearly that ray gun was NOT a death ray. Still if he could get his hands on another capacitor of the same size, HE might could give himself powers as his eyes flicked over the gun.
"Mmm, that's what I like to hear," Amy leaned over him, pressing her snout over his neck and giving him an affectionate lick, her massive tongue tilting his chin up as her breasts almost flattened his back.
"I'm going to go get the power back on, right quick, wouldn't do to be -irresponsible- after all," Amy was horny enough that everything was coming out sounding like a flirt, as much because of her massive curves and changed voice as anything, but she meant it. She was ecstatic. This was her superhero origin in progress and she was already thinking of all the good she could do, "but when I get back, be sure to tell me what you need to fire that thing a few more times."
Of course, her first act was leaving Cody's apartment with inhuman speed, and rapidly rewiring the house...
Cody slid down the wall as Amy moved in a blur. "Oh fuck me," he groaned as he eyed the """weapon""". Clearly he hadn't been selective enough about what he had pilfered from his old boss. Why she had developed a ray gun that granted powers he wasn't sure. As Cody thought about it, he also wasn't sure if the effects were permanent or if Amy would need to be topped off regularly. At around $200 a pop, those capacitors weren't cheap but it seemed a small price to pay for power.
Amy had moved like a B+ or maybe A- class hero with super speed and super strength, he wasn't sure if she could shoot lasers from her eyes or if there were any other powers she had gained but as he saw the wet crack in his kitchen floor clearly she had at least one other natural weapon. He could hear her upstairs, feet moving at a drumroll-like pace until the lights flickered back on. Cody winced as he eyed the gun. There was the sharp smell of burning electronics and he hoped that the shot had only fried the capacitor when he fell a WHOOSH then heard heavy breathing right behind him.
"I'm back!" Amy said rather simply, sidling next to Cody. She was still naked, apparently shameless with her body's new form, and joined him in looking over the gun, her head tilting to the side in a surprisingly stereotypical way as she looked it over.
"So, uh... where'd you get it?" Amy didn't -want- to entirely manhandle it... although she had been considering confiscating it earlier, so there probably wouldn't be any trouble if she went a little deeper, but first she did want to make sure, "And... do you have the documentation?"
Cody blinked as Amy appeared, completely nude and still rather sticky. Her body seemed to radiate more heat than a normal person did, though Cody had heard that super speed could do that. All that fiction from moving so fast had to go somewhere as his eyes roamed her body. They lingered on a pair of thick, succulent-looking nipples that crowned a pair of tits most people would have said were TOO big. Cody was not such a person as Super Powered types tended to have supercharged proportions. Amy wasn't as big as the MilkMaid, their city's milkiest and chestiest hero but she was getting there.
Cody found himself hardening again as he tried to fight it, but unfortunately for him, his time as a goon had turned him into something of a cape chaser. He suspected it might have had something to do with all the mandatory VR sessions his prior employer had insisted her goons undergo, but he couldn't be sure. Fighting down his baser urges, Cody coughed into his hand. "Uhh well it was kind of a severance package from my last employer. The Henchsters Union hasn't been able to get the villains to come to the table on 401Ks yet, as the Henchster presidents keep dying so until then, former goons have to kind of grab what we can on the way out," said Cody as her pulled the brunt capacitor out of the machine. "As for an instruction manual or other papers of ownership, I have none."
"Oh." That was actually news to Amy, and she felt exposed for the first time in a while. Cody had been a supervillain henchman? That... explained a bit, she supposed. Him being out all night, him being rather antisocial... him being big and hot. Explained more than a bit, actually, Amy could immediately guess who he'd been associated with. BioShark was the only supervillain who had the skills and desire to modify even her interns for incredibly high testosterone and muscle production.
She was famous for a lot of things, actually. Being reasonable with those who submit. Deliberately picking on S-class heroes. Being incredibly brilliant.
...Being virtually unkillable.
...Having an average imprisonment time of under three weeks.
If Cody had... swiped from her and pissed her off... this could be a bad time. The ray could be hot in the worst way.
However, Amy's attempt to look at her feet in contemplative shame were foiled by her massive chest and mega-muscled shoulders, so it was also hot in the -best- way.
"OKAY! Well, thanks for telling me. Good news then, you're not an evil henchman anymore. You're a good henchman. We're gonna strip the details from this, and you, and just pass it off as some other kinda ray." It'd be tricky, but Amy could probably set them both up with a whole new identity or two, with as many rich superheroes around as there were, the infrastructure wasn't too hard.
...She'd definitely be doing at least -some- anonymous online research before messing with the ray again, though.
Cody heard the words coming out of Amy's mouth but noted a few things about the pumped-up werewolf. Her nipples were still cut glass hard, and the mound between her legs still looked rather swollen. She also seemed very flushed and VERY excited. He also didn't miss the "We're" in there like he was suddenly in business with her or implying he would be henching for her....
Immediately Cody had an image of a radiant Amy clad in a condom tight latex suit. Eyes blazing, she bellowed orders and Cody felt a voice in his head telling it it was only right that a goon should submit and obey. She shivered at the image and compulsion as he eyed Amy's blown pupils. "Uhh Ms. Paramount, this is just a warning, but let me know if you are feeling alright. You might be experiencing POES, or power onset euphoria syndrome. Saw it with some of the experiments my prior employer conducted. The sudden granting of powers makes the subject feel giddy, invincible, and horny. Suppressed desires are often magnified along with feelings of general superiority. It also often leads to the desire to dominate, scheming, and in the worst cases a craving for world domination. I've never experienced it myself," said Cody in a slightly bitter tone, "but it can radically change a person's baseline personality."
"Is that so?" Amy considered this, mentally evaluating herself. She was usually the in-control type, so feeling confident and dominant wouldn't really be a change, but -had- something changed, mentally?
She did feel giddy, but that was because she'd reverse aged to her prime and then some, it was just about the greatest gift imaginable.
She did feel invincible, but that was because... wait, actually better check that. Amy grabbed a kitchen knife from one of Cody's drawers and attempted to stab herself in the arm with it, only for it to bend off her bicep and the tip to snap. Okay yeah, she felt invincible because she largely was.
She did feel horny, but that was because she was objectively fucking hot as hell -and- her upcoming sidekick was failing to hide a fat cock meant for her.
And as far as general superiority went, well, no point denying objective truth.
"Hmmm... no, I think I'm fine. Worried it'll backfire if you give me a couple more?"
Cody jerked when he saw Amy stab herself and blinked as she just appeared in front of him again, slightly too close for comfort. She already had that, I can crush your head with my bare hand or thighs, confidence supers that seemed to have. Her tone was friendly but had more than a bit of predator in it as Cody felt his body responding again. God help him if Amy ever suited up in latex. Cody somehow thought he wouldn't be able to say no, just like none of them had really ever been able to tell BioShark anything other than what she wanted to hear when she was in the room.
"A couple more- OK, we need to pump the brakes on that idea. Just because one zap gave you powers DOES NOT mean that two zaps will give you more. I've been around super science a good bit and have a bachelor's degree in mad science. Another zap could negate the powers, or turn you into a brainless green Hulk, so let's just ease up on that until we have a few more facts," he said as he saw the hunger in Amy's eyes.
Amy paused. She had -just- been thinking that herself, hadn't she. Maybe there was a problem. "Good... Point. I'll do my research then. Thank you for your help and understanding, Cody dear. If you need anything, just call. I think I'm going to be around the building the rest of today." She -did- have things to take care of first, things to learn.
Her debut would come fast enough, of course, but for now, caution.
Well, perhaps not in -all- things.
"Hmmm... I don't want to leave you like this, though, so tell me... how durable did your previous boss make you?"
