Cutting across the park on my way back from the pizza place with a large pie, for me and my daughter for dinner as this is one of my rare weekends with her, when I feel an intense, sharp, burning hot pain in my chest and hear the sound of a gunshot echoing throughout the park.
'I'm sorry Sophia…I was a pretty shit father.' I think as I start choking on my own blood my vision fills with spots, I start to feel weightless as an encroaching darkness starts at the corners of my eyes.
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[Hello, This is an automated message for policy holder number: #68-580-03207221996, Your life has ended, but thankfully you purchased a Death Insurance policy through Isekai Insurance Corporation (Isekai Insurance Corp, has no affiliation with Truck-kun, nor Truck-Kun industries.) and have been approved for for a new life in any of the worlds listed below:
-Game of Thrones
-House of The Dragon
-Shameless
-Terra Nova
-Jurassic Park
-Underworld
-Almost Human
-Fast and Furious
-Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
-Grimm
-Andromeda
-Buffy The Vampire Slayer]
'Huh, even R.O.B's use automated systems…too bad I can't combine…worlds because I can think of some combinations that would be pretty cool…' I think and pick Grimm because of Rosalie Calvert because she's a sexy furry.
[World Chosen, Grimm, Your policy comes with a randomly generated boon system, your boons will be listed below:
- Increase/Decrease: add up to or remove up to 2cm to anything, can be used three times per day, to increase or decrease something just imagine the target that you want to increase, be specific in a general sense or the target won't be affected. (For example, if increasing penis size, then think of length and girth separately. For breast size just imagine them growing larger.)
-Deadpool's Healing Factor (No fugly visage because you don't have cancer.)
-Inventory: An inventory of 12 slots, (Think of Minecraft quick bar.) can store living beings, no size limit on things stored, can not store yourself, Items will appear in your hand or in front of you within a meter and on the ground.
-Finger Guns:
By making finger guns and saying or thinking "bang" you shoot bullets of the following types: Invisible energy bullets, with the stopping power of a 44. Magnum. Knockout bullets that not only knock out people, animals but also electronics, to use knockout bullets think or say Pew while making finger guns. ("You feeling lucky, Punk? Yeah, go ahead make my day!")
Case of Magical Potions. These are some unique potions, some effects only last for 12 hours and some only work just once per twenty four hours. The potions vials will refill themselves after 24 Hs of being drunk. If the potion vials are lost/stolen they will reappear in their case the next time you wake up, the potions can only be drunk by you and those with your permission.
Wealth Potion: When you drink this potion you will receive $1,000 of any currency you desire, the money will be completely legal, tax free and adjusted for inflation, the money can either appear in either a wallet, bank account, pocket, or purse of your desire, upon drinking the potion. (One daily use)
Fortune Potion: When you drink this potion you will receive a Luck Boost, you will win more often in games of chance, from poker to slot machines, your winnings will almost always outstrip what you paid in by a significant margin. This will also affect your daily life: you will naturally avoid danger, become a magnet for opportunity, and just have fortunate coincidences.(Last for 12HS)
Intelligence Potion: When you drink this potion you will receive an IQ of 250 and have expanded Brainpower and Memory. (Last for 12HS)
Strength Potion: When you drink this potion you will receive a boost in your Strength by 200%, have incredible dexterity and hand-eye coordination and have incredible stamina and endurance.(Last for 12 Hs)
Invisibility Potion: When you drink this potion your body and clothes will be completely invisible and indetectable by any means, can't be detected by smell, thermal vision, sound, etc.(Last for 12HS)
Speed Potion: When you drink this potion you will be able to run 200% faster, with stamina and reaction time to match up. (Last for 12 Hs)
Size Potion: When you drink this potion it will allow you to consciously change size, from 6 inches (15.24 Cm) to 10 Feet (304.8 Cm)in height at will. The rest of the body and clothes adjust proportionally to the new height.(Last for 12 Hs)
Nullifying Potion: Nullifies, Potions, curses, poisons/venoms, drugs, alcohol, etc etc just think of what you want to Nullify before drinking and or feeding this potion to someone. (One Daily Use)
Locator Potion: Drink this potion while holding onto something belonging to someone to find their location. (One Daily Use.)
Healing Potion: When you drink this potion all bodily ailments will be cured (but no mental ones). It will for example defeat cancer, reform malformed or lost limbs, close wounds, purge Aids, and more. It will not reverse or affect aging. (One Daily Use)
Mental Health Potion: when you drink this potion all mental ailments/problems will be cured, schizophrenia, depression, delusions, etc this will get rid of it. This will not affect your personality beyond a serious problem. (One Daily Use)
Teleportation Potion: By drinking this potion you will be able to teleport once. You may be able to teleport to any spot you've seen with your eyes, on a map or in pictures. (One Daily Use)
Love Potion: The next person you touch after you drink this potion will fall madly in love with you and will be absolutely loyal to you and your ideals, you can dispel this effect at will, Alternatively, you can make the person, unsatiable, submissive/dominant (your choice) lust for you. (Effects Permanent, Unless dispelled, One Daily Use)
All potions will be contained inside of an apothecary bag that can be summoned to you at will.
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I look over the list of gifted powers/items and feel happy with them, my vision starts to spin and grow dark, I wake up and find myself laying on a bed in what seems like an RV, a door in the back of my mind opens up and memories of my current self pour into my brain, and fuse with the already existing memories.
"So my name's Mason Town, I live in an RV traveling across America, no criminal record…graduated high school with high honor roll no further education and am twenty-one years old…not bad…kinda feel jipped coming into a new life already in my twenties…but I can live with it." An old clock starts going off the kind my grandmother used to have in her house and Eli Terry designed a shelf clock, but I can tell that it's off either the springs are worn out or one of the wooden gears is out of whack.
'I'm in the universe of Grimm…and I'm in Portland Oregon at a Camp Site near Portland city.' I think as I extend my hand towards the night stand near my large queen of king-sized bed and grab my iPhone 4s Space Grey of course.
Unlocking the phone tapping on Safari, "Oh my fucking God, Fuck you 3G!" I groan as it's going on thirty seconds now and Safari still hasn't fully opened a webpage.
"Fucking Finally, Fuck!" I curse as the phone finally loads a googles search page, typing in Monroe and Clock maker Clock repair, and hitting search.
And loading…still loading…and loading some more…and, "Finally, okay I might just have to get myself shot again so I can go to a world with faster Internet." I grumble out a complaint and Monroe's Custom Clocks and Clock Repair pops up with his telephone number and address listed.
"Cool, same address as in the show." I cheer softly, and click on the phone number which speedily opens my phone app and dials the number in.
Hitting the dial button the phone rings twice before it is answered, "Hello, this is Monroe's clock repair, how may I help you today?" Monroe's familiar voice comes from the speakers.
"Hi, I presume I am speaking with Monroe, of Monroe's clock repair?"
"Yes, that would be correct."
"So I have an old Eli Terry design column shelf clock. I think one of the springs might be over stretched or one of the wooden gears or sprockets are out of whack, from the way the chine sounded."
"Hmm, strange they are usually pretty sturdy clocks, what kind of environment is the clock in?"
"An RV so it gets jostled around often…"
"Hmm, I have some time, clear this afternoon, you can bring it in and I'll give it a quick inspection, do you need my address or can you get it offline?"
"I can get it online, and thank you for taking me in so soon Monroe."
"You're welcome, please feel free to stop by between two and six pm."
"Alright thanks again, I'll see you this afternoon, bye." I say and hang up releasing a sigh, the time right now is eleven thirty in the morning.
'Neat…I think that I should summon the potions and drink the wealth potion and the good fortune potion, and then go hit some casinos, but better not win too much at any one place, though." I think, and think about my potions case appearing, a nice leather carrying case appears on my abdomen I open it, the bottles aren't uniform in size, but they are labeled, strength has a red color and a label with a curled arm and bulging bicep, speed is a light yellow with Hermes's feathered shoes, love potion is a swirling pink and purple with a hearth bound in black chains, Intelligence Potion is clear and has a brain with lightning bolts arching off of it.
"Alright, you can look over this stuff later." I say to myself and test out using the "Increase" ability to add 1 centimeter to my penis length and 1 to girth and a second centimeter to girth.
I feel a little light headed for a few seconds after using the ability, 'Maybe because of the new blood flow…?' I wonder but the dizziness goes away rather quickly so I shrug it off.
And look down at my naked body. I'm rather fit and athletic looking, with not quite a full six pack but I have defined abs.
My dick sadly is a grower not a shower, so after a bit of encouragement I find that I'm about a healthy seven inches and my thumb and index finger can't touch.
'Heh, well endowed check.' I think rather happily about the way my body looks. Hopefully my face is…holding up my phone and hitting the lock/power button to turn the screen off to see my reflection, I find the face of a twenty something Tom Welling that looks like he's on the set of Smallville.
"Shit yeah!" I cheer happily at my own appearance, 'Seducing Rosalie should be a lot easier looking like this…then again she did end up with Monroe she's probably not all that picky about looks…' I think as I get out of bed and start searching the RV finding clothes, nothing expensive or flashy just enough clothes to get through a week.
An Infinity 1911, a couple spare magazines, a couple boxes of ammo, and two US 1918 Trench Knife with brass knuckles with a Kabar style blade.
'At least whoever sent me here didn't want me without something to protect myself with…' I think as I check the blades over for sharpness finding them to be just that, sharp!
Taking apart the gun, checking over the parts, finding no visible serial numbers, putting it back together testing the actions, finding that everything slides the way it should and doesn't slide if it shouldn't, fitting a full magazine in and putting one in the chamber I put it back in it's holder and set it beside the bed as I put on a pair of boxes briefs, a pair of socks, basketball pants and a T-shirt.
Exiting the sectioned off bedroom with an attached and rather large bathroom with a full-sized toilet something pretty rare for an RV.
Checking the cupboards and fridge, finding them bare. 'Gonna have to get some food.' I think but suddenly hear someone lean against my RV crying, going over the window that they are near. It's a slide open type that's partially open.
Looking out the window it's an attractive Asian woman dressed in a provocative outfit…that would be at home on a prostitute or an Onlyfans performer.
Looking down I see that her chest is at most an A cup, "Hey…is everything alright?" I ask her as I slide the window open a little further and poke my head outside, the woman maybe of twenty looks up at me with a tear streaked face consideringly for a moment.
"My tits are too tiny, none of my customers want me!" She cries out and her voice carries a definite accent, 'When opportunity knocks…too bad I used my three daily uses of my ability on my dick…have to tell her to come back tomorrow.'
"I can help you with that, come back here tomorrow, I warn you it is a slow process but there's no down time or dangerous chemicals-" I start to explain to her and she gives me a dirty look, "Me have no money, can't keep customers!" She cries out.
"I understand that you'll be my advertiser for other girls in the biz, cheap non invasive breast and ass size increase or decrease jobs."
The Asian woman hums while staring at me, "You handsome with, kind heart, me…be back tomorrow."
"Okay see you tomorrow, what's your name by the way?"
"Ngoc Lee…bye bye Uncle." She says to me and then struts away, 'At least she has a nice tight little ass…' I think objectively and without bias.
Summoning my potions to me, I grab out the wealth potion, pull the cork stopper and knock it back while willing the money to appear on the booth table across from me, the potion kinda tastes like a copper penny, but ten one hundred dollar, domination bills appear on the table, picking up the crisp clean hundred dollar bills, I fold them in half and stuff then in my right pocket.
'Sweet…this is definitely broken since I can receive 365k a year…if I keep myself disciplined on drinking the potion every day…don't even really need to do redneck powered plastic surgeries to make money with this kinda hack.' I think as I grab my phone from my left pocket and click on Monroe's address, which opens maps…slowly…seeing that Monroe lives about an hour away from me I set my phone down on the table slide my feet into a pair of slide on shoes next to the door in a plastic shoe tray and head outside disconnecting houses for brown water, electric and clean water.
Removing the tire chucks storing them in external storage I re-enter my home on wheels take off the shoes and put them where they go, slip into a pair of slippers and then move up the cabin into the driver's seat, now the driver's is one of those big super comfortable chairs that rotate, into the RV's living space.
Spinning into place so that I can drive I turn the key that is in the ignition, a smile coming to my face as I grab the column shifter and put the home on wheels into drive.
'World here I come!' I think as I drive out of the gates of the campground and pull out onto the road.
'Portland is really beautiful, nature wise…at least from the road.' I think but start to enter more modern civilization dominated nature entering a suburban area.
"Your destination is five hundred feet ahead."
"Your destination is on the right." pushing the break petal a little too hard I come to a dead stop out in front of Monroe's house.
Looking at the time seeing that it is just about two o'clock, I grab my phone from the center console, opening the recent calls list, I click on the phone number belonging to Monroe.
The phone rings once before it is answered, "Hello, this is Monroe's clock repair, how may I help you today?" Monroe's familiar voice comes from the speakers.
"Hi Monroe, it's Mason Town, I'm here I just was calling so you didn't get weirded out by a guy in an RV out front of your house.
Monroe laughs, "I fix and make clocks, a guy in an RV is pretty tame compared to some of my customers."
"Feel free to come on in, the front door is unlocked…do you need help carrying the clock?" Monroe says while sounding amused but quickly turns slightly concerned as he asks if I need help.
"Nah, I should be able to handle it, without issue."
"Alright I'll let you go now."
"Yup, bye." I say as Monroe hangs up I walk to where the clock is mounted above the sink.
Removing the clock from it's mount a metal object falls to the ground, squatting down to look at it, I see that the object looks a lot like one of the keys that unlock the box with the stick in it, 'Why…would I have one of these?' I wonder but kick it out of my way.
"Things to worry about in the future I guess." I hum as I finagle the door open, while balancing the twenty pound clock.
Making my way out of my RV getting the door shut with the use of my shoulder, I walk up to Monroe's front door and as I'm about to knock the door swings open Monroe has that headband magnifying glasses thing on and a cup of coffee in his hand.
"That's a bigger one than I thought it would be, are you sure you don't need a hand?" Monroe expresses before asking.
"No, I got it but thank you for the offer, point me to your work bench though, please. And should I take my shoes off? This is your home after all."
Monroe laughs and shrugs and points down at the slippers he's wearing, "Don't worry about it, I wear these throughout the house." Monroe says and motions for me to follow him.
I set the clock down on a cleared matted area of a large table, and Monroe sits down very interested in my antique clock.
"Hmm, I don't think that this clock is an Eli Terry, it seems older and more detailed…do you think you could have had a clock maker ancestor?"
"I mean it's possible my grandmother told me this clock was passed down in her family to her…her grandmother passed before she could tell the kids of her generation the story behind it and Grandma's mother had long since forgotten it."
"Hmm, I see…" Monroe trails off as he opens up the little windows to the guts of the clock, and freezes as he sees something he slowly turns around and stares into my eyes while lifting up the magnifying glass lenses, the way he moves his head reminds me of the way he would move when he wogged.
'Well, guess I don't have the sight.'
"Something wrong?" I ask him curiously, "Uhh-N-no, nothing, it's just this maker's mark here behind this cog…it belonged to a…family…rather notorious for… umm violent tendencies." Monroe's voice trembles slightly before he manages to compensate for it and re orientate himself.
I arch an eyebrow at him, at my look the Monroe develops a bit of an embarrassed expression, "It's nothing just strange seeing such a rare historically important piece of art and I do mean that this clock is a piece of art, everything is beautifully crafted, and the hand carved designs." I find myself smiling as Monroe rambles on, my Grandmother would have really liked him; she was into oil lamps and antique time pieces.
'The key, and now Monroe's reaction, to a maker's mark inside of the clock, Am I a descendant of a Grimm bloodline?' I wonder but don't put much stock in that train of thought.
"Would you be willing to sell this clock to me?" Monroe suddenly asks, 'I don't see why not to me it's just a chunk of decorative wood.' "I don't know, how much are you offering?"
"For a piece like this with so much detail, I could do three thousand for it, or I could put you into contact with a buyer/collector who would probably buy it from you for six thousand." Monroe offers, 'Seems kinda low for a historical piece of art…'
"I think I'll hold onto it for now given that you can fix it, but if I ever decide to sell it you'll be my first call." I offer and Monroe looks reluctantly for a moment before smiling, "It's already fixed, when I was in there all it took was putting a spring hook back fully in place, you must have overwound the springs at some point no big deal happens all the time with old wind up clocks." Monroe starts talking and you can see he really does love clocks and if it wasn't enough proof the forty or so he has spread around his house drive if home.
"Really, that's all it took?" I ask him and he nods while smiling, "Yup it's amazing how little most old clocks actually need, want to have a brew or something I was thinking about making so veggie hotdogs?"
"Uh, yeah I could eat…as long as it's not an inconvenience?"
"No, not at all…it's nice having some company…besides clocks and you haven't looked at me like I'm a nut job yet so I figure you're a decent guy." Monroe says and honestly I think the guy just wants to try and make me more perceptible to him buying the antique clock but I chuckle and nod and follow the man into his kitchen he reaches into the fridge and pulls out a beer with a blue moon label and hands it to me and I sit down at his kitchen table.
As Monroe puts the veggie dogs in the pan he turns towards me, "So what do you do Mason?" Monroe asks out of genuine curiosity.
I chuckle a bit, "Not much really… besides traveling the country in my RV, I find work whenever I need money, I do some amateur photography and below mediocre fanfiction writing to keep myself flush, when I struggle to find under the table work…but for the most part being orphaned I live an unencumbered lifestyle filled with travel." I admit and Monroe doesn't judge or at least he doesn't look like he's judging me.
"Do you ever get tired of it, do you ever wish you just stayed in one place and set down roots?" Monroe's question seems genuine enough.
"So far no, but the more time I spend in or around Portland the more I feel like I wouldn't mind staying awhile longer as it was I had meant to move on a week ago but the nature, the fresh air here has kept me entranced." I say and Monroe smiles genuinely before chucking, "Yeah, Portland can seem magical even for someone who grew up here, do you spend a lot of time out in the woods?"
"Quite a bit they always make me feel at peace but also alert at the same time…maybe that's weird."
"No…I get what you're saying, and I don't think that it's weird."
'Of course you don't, you're a Blutbad.' I think but find myself relaxing around the genuine cool dude Monroe is, 'Maybe I won't try to steal Rosalie out from under your nose.'
Monroe and I continued to talk about inconsequential things over lunch, and when it started to get dark outside I brought the night to a close with a farewell and a promise to get in touch to hang out again soon.
Returning to the RV gro
unds, re-hooking up my RV to the water and waste water system and electrical power, offered by the grounds. I lock up, strip out of my clothes and head to bed.
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R-18 from here down↓
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An incessant knocking on my door wakes me up, not paying attention, I release a tired sleepy groan, and walk to the front door without getting dressed.
Half asleep I barely register the Asian faced woman as I push the door open, "Okay Uncle, sexy time then you make my boobs bigger." I barely register her words through her thick accented broken English, and flinch at the same time I feel her soft hands taking hold of my morning wood, she gives me a few strokes eliciting a groan out of me.
"Hey." I start to say but am silenced as her lips wrap around my engorged head, the warm wet slipperiness making a grunt burst out of me as Ngoc Lee slides as far along my shaft as she can in this position.
Her hands working my shaft that isn't in her mouth and working me over fast as her left hand cups my balls.
"Fuck, you're awesome Auntie." I groan using the Asian family honorific thing like my one Thai ex liked, that makes her work her head back and forth along my shaft faster and deeper, resting my hands on the sides of her head the resulting outcome is both of her cheeks hollowing out as she turns up the vacuum she's assaulting my shaft with.
Looking down at the pretty tiny tittied oriental enjoying the sight of the tiny little tears collecting in the corners of her eyes as she works to take my cock deeper, "Sorry Auntie, but I can't wait any longer." I groan apologetically but I feel anything but apologetic, as I thrust my hips forward while holding her head in place forcing my length all the way into her throat.
"Fff-uuu-cckkk, your customers should love your tiny little Asian throat." I groan, while leaning forward, Ngoc's hands land on my upper thighs, squeezing my large, firm quad muscles, and with them acting as a stand she is able to
suck me off with even more energy, soon her moist throat is beating against the tip of my cock, but she's just not quite getting it done.
So I grab fistfuls of her hair and begin slamming in and out of Ngoc Lee's throat the feeling of my cock battering the sensitive flesh of her throat as I fuck her face overwhelms me.
I grunt as I feel the first rope of my cum exit my cock but I continue to fuck Ngoc's face at an impressive speed even with considering how
much I'm filling her mouth.
She doesn't even graze my cock with her teeth while I throat fuck her and she gags around me, choking on my cum, feeling my release taper off, I let go of the sides of Ngoc's head.
My balls ache done an absolutely massive release, that has been stored up over weeks, Ngoc pulls her hands off of my thighs and her head off of my cock, her hands cupped underneath her mouth as a white waterfall cascades out as she coughs, those small moist spots at the edges of her eyes having grown into full-blown tears, while she works to get her breath back.
"Swallow it" I command my voice coming out cold and harsh, luckily she isn't in my RV so any cum she drops will drip onto the grass outside but I don't want a mess in my home.
Ngoc's eyes widen, but she bows her head, "Yes, Uncle." Ngoc intones with a raw voice respectfully with a bit of awkwardness, as she brings her cupped hands, still filled with a pool of mh semen, up to her lips, tilting her head back. A bit of it misses her mouth, dribbling down her cheek, off her chin, and landing on the halter top covering her right breast.
The rest goes straight into her mouth, and down her throat, her throat flexes with every swallow, I watch raptly and by the time she is done doing as I told her to I'm hard as steel with an aching erection once more.
"Uncle is very vigorous." Ngoc murmurs, making me smirk, "Come on inside Auntie." I say with a smile as soon as she takes the first step up into the RV I pull her in the rest of the way, spin her around and bend her over the kitchen counter and proceed to violently push down her tight black leggings, 'No underwear and look at how wet she is.'
Her body is remarkably pale beneath her clothes, reaching down, running
two fingers between the puffy lips of her womanhood.
"Fill my little pussy up, Uncle!" Ngoc begs, and I ignore her for now in favor of ripping open her shirt, no bra of course, "Yes, Uncle Touch Me!" Ngoc gasps while thrusting her ass back and grinding the nice cute little bubble butt along my shaft.
'Not going to ignore an offer like that.' I think and grab her tiny breasts as eagerly as if they were large ones, my fingers grope her with all the strength my new body possesses.
Her ring little bulges of flesh bulge between my fingers, Ngoc tilts her head back, mouth falling open, a moan peeling out of her, "Yes Yes Uncle, just like that!" Ngoc moans her encouragement loudly even though they are tiny, her breasts are still perky little play things tipped with hard little areolas.
Activating my ability, putting all my daily allotment of size to increase her breasts, now larger but still small handfuls…still much more to play with, Ngoc's moans to sheer cries of pleasure.
"Uncle Please!" Ngoc cries out enthusiastically as her hip movements become more aggressive, but I don't slide into her just yet, I start sliding my hands down along her body around her sides to her tight bum, built up beautifully by whatever she's been doing over the years.
'Even with her larger titties this is her best feature.' I think as I grab her ass my fingers sink into the pliant flesh, I pull her cheeks apart exposing her little dark skinned starfish, my cock slots in between her firm but soft buns and I squeeze her cheeks tightly together, my playing with her rough and harsh enough to leave angry red handprints on her asset.
"Oh-uncle please…!" Ngoc begs and I take half a step back grab my cock and move it to her drooling puffy lips, "Yes Yes Uncle, Fuck Me with your Big White American Cock!" Ngoc loudly expresses, as she trembles from the sensation of my cock head probing her puffy lips.
My hips clap against her sinful ass with one great thrust, my cock disappears inside her in an instant, and she screams so loudly that I'm sure someone is going to call the cops.
'Let them come!' I think as I plow into Ngoc's cunt from behind, as I thrust in and out of her I notice something peculiar happening.
Ngoc's hair begins lengthening and shortening, her skin would become darker almost like reptilian scales before returning to lighter fair skin again the next.
Her ass even became a bit petite for a moment, then returned to normal,
"UNCLE, I'm cummmminnnnnnnng!" Ngoc wails and a sweeping change washes over her body black horns spout from her head while a tail sprouts from her lower back her hair turns to spikes, I reach around with my right hand and grab her by her chin and pull her head back to get a better look at her.
'God she's gorgeous, she kinda looks like a Dämonfeuer.' I think finding her frightened but blissed our crimson red eyes rather endearing.
The wesen shudders and trembles,
and although I can't tell if it is from the surprise of exposing her second nature or the shockwaves of her
orgasm, or if it's my cock still deep inside of her.
"Hello there, what are you?" I greet Ngoc playfully.
"Oops, Uncle shouldn't have seen me!" Ngoc expresses and starts to try and move away from me.
"Nught-uhh, my beautiful black dragon lady Auntie, uncle hasn't cummed yet." I murmur as I pull her back further, until her whole body is in the shape of a crescent, her tail wraps around my waist as I take full control of the oriental wesen.
Feeling a little playful as I slowly fuck her, "So do you like the feeling of my cock, auntie?"
"I loooove it, uncle!" Ngoc moans honestly.
"Then be a good dragon girl... and take it!" I grunt as I rear my hips back and thrust smash into her deeply again, Ngoc's moans start back up her insides of her pussy…seem to shift and become custom-fitted to my cock.
"Fuck, you are the best fuck ever!" I grunt as I beat my pelvis against her backside, knowing that this gorgeous Oriental is a sexy dragon lady adds a whole new level of pleasure and eroticism to this interaction.
'I want to ruin this girl in a way that she…that her body will never be able to forget.' I think as my right hand leaves her chin and grasps her right breast.
They are triple the size they had been, at the start of this engagement and now they are possibly in the best shape humanly possible for a woman of her build.
Ngoc goes to kiss me but I lean out of the way, "Not until you brush your teeth, and gurgle mouth wash." I deny and offer with a grunt my breathing coming in gasps now as my balls ache with pending release, the tip of Ngoc's tail brushes against my anus making me explode inside of her, and I spew a load at least the same size as the first one all over again painting her insides white.
I lean against her back as her back pressing her against the counter as full body spasms rock her body, and she squeals, as she squirts.
When my release comes to and I pull out of her, she falls into her knees and off of the counter and I fall back into the booth my sweaty back feels good against the cool wall, Ngoc falls to the side and she lays there unresponsively, while my semen leaks from her snatch.
"So…how many times more do you think this is gonna happen till your new tits are paid off?" I ask with a grin, "and how soon before you start bringing your coworkers here for their treatments?" I ask while continuing to grin.
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R-18 End ←
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Ngoc recovers enough to pull her leggings up and feel her new boobs, "They, much bigger now uncle." Ngoc says as she shakily gets to her feet and turns to face me squeezing her new enlarged tits, I notice she looks a bit like the actress who played as Kono on Hawaii Five O, but of fairer skin.
"Thank you Uncle…you very good both at fucking and making boobs bigger, me go talk to friends and get you more customers, uncle…keep secret what you saw…and we do this again once a week?" Ngoc says and asks as she looks at me cautiously.
"I'll keep it secret Auntie…I think you're a very sexy dragon lady though…maybe next time we fuck you look like dragon whole time?" I ask her and realize I'm starting to talk like her.
Ngoc giggles, "Hehe, uncle crazy…but me, do it next time the way uncle like." She says and tries to wrap her top around her chest but there is a lot more to cover now than before even if they are in the A cup range still.
"Sounds good, hold on, you can borrow one of my shirts…do you have money to buy a sexy outfit to show off new boobs?" I ask her.
Ngoc shakes her head no, "No, me borrow clothes from friend, until me start making money, thank you Uncle…you good heart…and vigorous…me kiss you if mouth clean." Ngoc says and I start to develop a headache by the way she talks, "Ngoc, don't take this the wrong way…but once you start earning you should attend some English classes or at least practice speaking English with more experienced speakers." I say to her and she smiles at me and nods her head.
"Uncle is right…" I just couldn't talk to her anymore so I walk into my room, head to the dresser and grab out a plain white t-shirt and walk back to her and hand her the shirt.
"Thank you, bye bye." Ngoc says as she puts on my shirt and leaves with the remains of her halter top.
'I'll probably never see her again…' I think and feel a little reluctant to let such a beauty return to the streets.
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Feeling like I need a shower and a shot of penicillin, I summon my potions to me and grab out a blood red one that has a raised label of a cross with a heart superimposed over it, on the other side there is a label Healing potion.
'This will take care of any STD's…hopefully.' I think and
remove the cork from the vial, and knock back the potion, the taste is like the best most delicious desert I've ever eaten but don't know the name of, a sigh burst out of me, then I grab out the wealth potion and knock it back the taste of copper not mixing well with the health potion at all.
But when a grand in fresh hundred dollar bills land on the table, the taste is pushed from my mind, grabbing the money I move it into my inventory with only a thought. One of the slots of my twelve slot inventory appears in my peripheral vision with a green piece of paper in the shape of a dollar inside of it, with 100 written across the length of the object and 10 in the bottom right corner of the slot.
Walking over it the door I lock it, while willing my potions to return to where they are stored when I don't have them summoned.
I head into the bathroom and enter the shower. The water isn't quite hot enough for me but it's enough to feel clean when mixed with the soap.
It's a quick shower and then I'm out, towel wrapped around my waist I walk over to where my phone is in my pants on the floor picking them up I send the money into my inventory making it turn the number in the bottom right corner of the slot to twenty.
I sit down on the edge of the bed, phone in my hand, I let go of my pants and let them drop to the floor.
'Right, Monroe and I spent so much time just hanging out, a I forgot to ask him how much, for taking a look at that clock…I really should just sell it to him but if it has ties to the Grimm's it could be putting him in even more danger than his future association with Nick will.' I think and open up my contacts and click on Monroe's contact and hit the call button.
"Hello this is-" Monroe starts to say his spiel for his business but I cut him off.
"Hey Monroe it's Mason."
"Oh, hey man what's up?" Monroe sounds surprised but also happy to get my call.
"Umm…I saw something…something I can't quite explain…but just need someone to talk to about it…I know we just met but I felt like I made a real friend in you last night…if this is asking too mu-"
"No…I feel the same way, if you don't feel like driving I can come to you." Monroe says and he's definitely a loyal friend and a great bro, it almost makes me regret planning to steal Rosalie…almost.
"Uhh…driving will help me organize my thoughts…be there in about an hour…" I offer my answer.
"Sounds good…should I have a few cold brews ready or coffee?" Monroe asks.
"Irish Coffee…very very strong Irish Coffee." I say back without even a thought as now that the sex is over, the fact that I've had my first encounter with a real fucking wesen wogged out is sinking the fuck in…and it's a little terrifying.
'Wait…don't I have a healing factor…Deadpool's to be specific?! Fuck me I wasted a healing potion…for fucking nothing!' I groan and Monroe's short bout of laughter cuts off.
"Mason?" Monroe asks with concern clear in his voice.
"I'm okay…I think just realized I did something really fucking stupid…alright I'm gonna hang up now and head your way…and Monroe…thanks…" I say and hang up after trailing off.
Throwing the phone behind me lightly so that it lands in the bed I stand up and get dressed in the clothes from yesterday, leaving my phone in the bedroom I walk out to the living area, fluids from the sex mar's the linoleum…luckily it's not carpeted in this section.
Shaking my head, 'I'll clean it later.' I think as I slip on my shoes, unlock my door, walk outside, unhook the hook ups and store the hoses, 'I need to get a vehicle for cruising around.' I think, as unhooking and re-hooking these hoses is a bit of an annoyance especially if I'm going to be traveling a lot around Portland.
Back inside, locking the door behind me, switching over to a pair of slippers, I enter the driver's seat and begin my short journey to Monroe's house.
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Monroe pulls his door open as I pull up out front, putting my shifter in park I get out of the driver's seat and leave my RV and walk inside a warm mug is thrust into my hand, I immediately bring it to my lips and start drinking, 'Monroe is a heavy pourer…good.' I think as I drink my whiskey enriched coffee, Monroe is waiting patiently for me to get a few hearty sips in.
Swallowing my final big sip I raise my index finger, "Let me finish before saying anything and please don't call me crazy I know what I saw…please don't treat me like I'm crazy." I say to him and Monroe looks really concerned now but leads me to his kitchen.
"Okay so this all started yesterday right after I called you, you see there was a thump against my RV and a woman crying so I poked my head out…it was a prostitute upset because she believes she is undesirable because of her so tiny as to almost be non-existent tits so I offer her my help and tell her to come back today." I get out and Monroe is looking at me a little weirded out but not judgemental about my interaction with a prostitute.
"So anyways she woke me up, well…mostly I was still half asleep I rolled out of bed and opened the door which lead to some amazing head and the fucking great sex…I was hitting her from behind and…and she started to change Monroe, I mean literally fucking change into a black scaled dragon lady with horns and a tail as she cummed her fucking brains out!" My voice grows louder as everything just tumbles out and I'm starting to hyperventilate, as yes I picked Grimm but knowing about Wesen isn't the same as seeing one fucking one right up close in person…totally not the fucking same.
Monroe looks at me in consideration before sighing and putting his coffee mug down on the table.
"Mason, you're not crazy…but what you saw today…you can't tell anyone else about…people will either think you are crazy or they'll kill you." Monroe doesn't sugar coat things he gives it to me straight.
"Kill me?!" I ask him, and Monroe nods, "What you saw today sounds like a Dämonfeuer…a wessen, look I don't really know that much about them…there's not really all that many of them around anymore…they're kind of a throwback to the days of yore, you know? Knights in shining armor, from my understanding they come from a dragon-like lineage."
"Wait, dragons are real? I thought they were mythological." I ask Monroe who gives me an, "are you stupid" look.
"Dragons are, Dämonfeuer's aren't." Monroe says to me and I'm a little thrown, "Excuse me, which ones are a myth? because I was just balls deep in a very real, very tight Asian dragon lady's pussy!" I say and groan as Monroe gives me a smirk of a smile but doesn't answer my question.
"How are you so cool about this?" I ask Monroe, annoyed.
Monroe looks a bit pensive while considering something, but then a ripple washes over him and in his place is his Blütbad visage, I am ashamed to admit I did jump in my chair a little.
Monroe looks a little hurt but also understanding at the same time, it takes a minute for my brain to process what it is seeing Monroe looks a little more…wolfish then in the show and it's actually a really good mix of human and wolf.
"Whoa…that's awesome!" I finally express and now it's Monroe's turn to look surprised.
"Really…you're not afraid?" Monroe asks me in surprise as he sniffs the air his expression becomes even more surprised, "You're really not afraid." Monroe murmurs softly to himself.
"No, why would I be? you're friend Monroe, sure you might have grown sharper teeth, red eyes and a bit of a muzzle and some fur…but you're still my friend." I say and Monroe smiles while letting out a relief filled breath of air.