Chapter #3First day on the...everyday life? by: lolman   You were very excited and nervous at the same time. To believe you will actually get to work along side heroes that fight for justice and the things alike. To think that they can actually write a possible comic book after you, that wasn't made up and pulled out of someone's hindquarters. However, you were nervous that you possibly won't make the cut along the super team. If there's something you know about super heroes, they tend to have more than one power...you know...for different situations, when they arise. You,however, don't have an exact power to be in full control of your hands. It's complicated, but you rather not sweat on the details.
Apparently, 'Facility 2' is not what people have been spreading rumors about. It's actually pretty nice in here, and you are glad that you can call it your second home.Well, minus the clouds in the sky rewinding themselves and going into the same place over and over, but hey, there's lots of stuff that remind you of home. You really didn't have a lot of time to take it in before Cecile was instructing you on something.
"Walk with me please," She said, you instantly following behind her.
"So, we've been getting news about you acquiring a special power. One that we don't have in our current database."
"Database?" You ask, confused.
"Yes.You see, we have been studying..."
You tuned out the rest of what she said. You believe it has something to do with that ass of hers. It's so plump and firm for someone her age, it's almost like she implanted squeaky toys in them. What the ever living hell are you thinking? Of course they are real, just look at the way they jiggle slightly when she takes a step.Even her lab coat can't hide the jiggles coming from her behind. Speaking of looking at one's body, now would be the good time to check if you are still you.
Looking down, you still see that you have your average frame body, not too fat and not too skinny. You brush through your rather long and fuzzy jet black hair, and your pretty sure you are still 5 feet and 8 inches tall, plus it's only been a few hours from what you could tell, so you are sure that you are still 19 years old. Those are good signs, and they let your body ease up a little bit, but not before noticing that your in your undergarments.
Your freaking...heart-shaped...undergarments...
This will make you look really bad for the team. You shouldn't look like a clown on your first day! It'll be high school all over again, and you can't go back to being bullied, not today, not tomorrow,never again!
"Hey, uh...excuse me," You started, getting her attention by making her turn her head to see you.
"Do you have any spare clothes that I can borrow? I don't think anyone wants to see me like this." You can feel your face getting red, not because of you in your underwear, but mainly you trying to cover your bulge in your pants from staring at her ass for a few minutes. It wasn't helping that the fact that she also has ample breasts as well. She giggled at your little attempt to be a gentlemen as an excuse for some clothes.
"Here," She pulled out a little box inside her lab coat she was wearing, and tossed it to you.
"Just press the button, and you'll be fine."
Funny...this gizmo looks like something you could shoot mini pizzas out of it. Nonetheless, you pressed the big red button on the gadget, and out of the slot, some sort scanner started to go over your front, and soon after came some clothes slithering out slowly. You don't know how it happened, but as soon as the clothes came falling to the ground, you wasted no time in putting them on. You have to admit...your clothes looks pretty average. It was basically a black and blue stripped hoodie jacket, and a pair of blue jeans. It was a perfect fit, nothing too lose, nothing to tight! You couldn't believe it yourself.
"Amazing...how do you do it?" You ask, in complete awe.
"Well, it's complicated, but we do have a lot more where that came from," She said.
"Come on, I'll show you."
Quickly she grabbed your hand and guided you where she wanted you to go...and instantly a swift chop broke the grip! It was very quick, and the chop was a bit off-target, and it hit your wrist causing some pain...definite pain, but it broke it nonetheless.
"Hands off, bimbo!"
Aw crap...she got out...
Your power got out!
"Oh no..." You squeaked, knowing who did the chop, and what was about to happen next. You turn towards your...power...
Yeah, it is hard to believe it yourself, but your power is entitled to someone who is bonded to you, mentally and physically. This 'butt buddy' goes by the name of Lyra. She isn't a human, she is some sort of mind snake that can appear out of thin air, usually in everyone's simultaneous blind spot. Her power is that she can sense the thoughts of those within a certain radius around you and can instantly transmit warning signals, usually in the form of a headache. She is also...pretty cartoonish in appearance. She is a mix between human and snake, but her most dominant features come from the snake side, especially the fact that she has no hands or feet, just legs and arms, but is still able to walk and pick up things normally. She has a pear figure, just like Cecile, only...much more bigger emphasis on her breasts, hips, and thighs. You're sure that she is at least a D-cup in size, and her butt sticks out noticeably as well, both of which are being hugged very tightly in her brown bateau dress, along with her tail that is long enough to be dragged across the ground. Combine that with her 6 feet and 6 inch tall orange figure, fangs sticking out of her mouth nearly all the time, and her head crest that appear to give her a second pair of eyes, and you got a Medusa on your hands.
In an instant, Lyra's face was in close vicinity with Cecile's, and well as their breasts pushing against each other.
"You've got zum nerve, doing zat to 'em." Lyra said. Her Russian accent was always monotone, so you are pretty sure Cecile can't tell if she is being mad at her.
"I beg your pardon?" Cecile asked, unsure of what is happening.
"Lyra, stop!" You quickly say, which made both of them turn to you.
"Lyra, this is Cecile. Cecile...Lyra. She will be helping us get comfy in our own home. She will not harm us, as long as you don't hurt her, okay?"
Lyra didn't seem really please with this new adjustment. You can tell by the way she walked back to your side, her hips swinging in a mad fashion, almost tauntingly at Cecile.
"Cecile, Lyra here is my power..."
"Really!?" You really couldn't respond to her properly, she was already examining Lyra before anyone knew it.
"Fascinating...a genetic being capable of materializing from out of thin air." Cecile was writing down notes as she was talking. Lyra was doesn't look happy at this.
"Back off voman, before I svat you vith my tail!" She threatened, which Cecile complied, still jotting down notes. Before you could say anything, Cecile grabbed your hand again.
"I need you to see something, if that's okay with you." She asks.You quickly nod, as she hurriedly escorted you to where she was going.Lyra was following behind the both of you, and making a gesture towards her, while moving her lips.
I'm vathcin her...it said.
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