Oh god. I had somehow ended up in the fictional world of a superhero porn parody (which was itself created in a world I had already nudged towards the pornographic), and to make it all worse, my character was some kind of super bottom with blowjob powers. It was real. Cheesy, but real. I briefly considered undoing everything, but my curiosity and libido overruled that thought.
Okay, so I definitely wasn't an actor in a porn scene, but what did that mean? The character Captain Cocksucker was real now? And he -- I had superpowers. Had I turned the world into a super porn parody of itself with my poorly written reality editing? Or was this some kind of other dimension? Was there a plot I had to follow? More importantly, did I have any powers that weren't blowjob related? And why the hell were my nipples so sensitive? They kept perking up and tingling every time I thought about big-dicked Asian superheroes, and the way they rubbed against my robe was getting distracting.
Okay. I needed a secure location to ask the book some questions and make changes if necessary. And maybe explore my new body. First, I needed to get out of this skimpy little robe. I shrugged on the baggy camo jacket and pants, cinching the belt as tight as it would go and rolling up my cuffs so I wouldn't trip. There was no way those boots were going to fit. I'd have to go barefoot.
It was an uncomfortable outfit, especially without underclothes between my newly sensitive body and the rough uniform fabric, and I'm sure I looked ridiculous, but I felt less vulnerable than I had in just a robe. I wandered back out into the hall to track down a nurse.
"Excuse me, is there somewhere I can go to take a nap? I'm a little tired after the procedure."
"Of course you are, honey," the nurse said sympathetically, wrapping her arm around my shoulders. She was a few inches taller than me. "Poor thing. You've had a long day, haven't you! I'm sure Dr. Dix will want to run more tests at some point, but let's get you back to the dormitories with the rest of your squad for now."
Well there went my nipples again.
"Is there maybe somewhere a little more private? I don't want to bother them while I…recuperate."
"Nonsense! I'm sure they're all eager to see you after the procedure."
Graphic images of an orgy with superpowered Asian muscle monsters wrecking my holes sprung into my head. Nope. Not ready for that, even though my mouth watered and my nipples eagerly twitched at the thought.
"Is there a restroom I could pop into on the way there?"
"Of course! There's one that connects the pool and the gym."
There was a vaguely familiar smell in the bathroom. Chlorine from the pool, but there was something else beneath that. Almost like sweat, but…oh. Oh no. I had flashbacks to huffing Danny's incredible smell off my hand. I needed to get out of here before some sweaty Asian stud walked into the bathroom and turned me into a babbling, blissed-out mess again. Just as I turned back towards the door, I felt the telltale buzz of a cellphone in my pocket. It was a request to video chat. The screen said "BF" followed by heart emojis.
I had a *boyfriend*? My thumb hovered over the "accept call" button. Who was it?