Toxic 1 (Worm commission) (Patreon)

I took a deep breath, watching the money drain out of my bank account. It had taken nearly everything I could scrounge together, but if it worked, if it got me out of this fucking wheelchair it would be worth it.

When the last cent of the agreed amount was gone, there was the sound of something glass hitting wood, and I adjusted my wheelchair to the side. Sitting on my desk, not six inches from my computer monitor, was a glass vial with a sloshing black liquid inside. The color was different, but it more or less matched what I’d been told to expect, now if only they’d left it more within my reach.

I’d been diagnosed with an extreme case of muscular dystrophy when I was ten, and in the last year, shortly after graduating from high school, it had progressed to the point that I had about as much mobility as Stephen Hawking did, without the brains to make up for it.

Adjusting my wheelchair to get my body as close to the vial as was physically possible, I reached out with a trembling, shaking arm, managing to just barely reach it. Even six months ago, I’d be able to grip it enough to actually pick it up, now it was all I could do just to bring it to the edge of the desk.

Of course, since I couldn’t grip it, I wasn’t able to keep it from rolling off the edge of the desk. Almost in slow motion, I watched as it tumbled through the air, the mouth of the vial, just under the lip, hit one of the few exposed metal parts of the wheelchair, the glass splintering and cracking before breaking apart. The only reason I didn’t scream in despair, besides not having time to, was the same muscular degeneration that had crippled me had also made anything more intense than breathing difficult.

The black liquid, a lot more viscous than water but still fluid, landed on my leg, my jeans doing nothing to stop it from seeping into the denim. As soon as the first drop landed, it spread and expanded, almost like oil on the surface of a puddle. It was like something out of a bad horror movie, spreading and expanding to cover every inch of skin it could reach.

There was an itching sensation where it had soaked through the denim, and then the pain started. I screamed, or at least tried to, the muscles in my throat contracting as it felt like they were on fire. One by one, each and every single muscle in my body burned like a bonfire was set ablaze under my skin.

I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything, but sit in my wheelchair as the black goo spread over me, until I mercifully blacked out, fading into the blackness of unconsciousness, or death. At this point, I didn’t care which was claiming me.

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It wasn’t death, because I woke up. But I wasn’t at home, after being stuck inside the same building for the better part of a year, I was intimately familiar with each and every room inside its walls. I was instead in front of a ship, one that looked like Hookwolf had decided it was a jew who had told the nazi cape to suck their dick.

I knew how ridiculous that sounded, but it was the first thing that came to mind when looking at the twisted metal, spikes, and barbs that made up the ruined hull. Blinking, I looked down at myself. I was standing, I had full control of my body, I could move again!

I couldn’t help myself, I laughed in relief, tears pricking my eyes. I took a step forward, and then another, and another. Each step was easy, natural, my legs, and every other part of my body, no longer feeling weak, no longer feeling like the slightest exertion would leave me exhausted and needing to rest.

Something seemed to crawl across my skin, but it couldn’t dampen the euphoria I was feeling. I still glanced down, seeing the black goo from the vial seeping out of my skin, covering my body in a skintight black suit with white, vein-like sections that throbbed like a pulse. It didn’t really matter, the deal I’d made clearly worked.

The black mass that had been the goo spread over my skin, covering me from head to toe in a thick black carapace. The white lines pulsed and throbbed, like blood flowing through veins. And I was fine with it, better than fine, even. The suit, the armor, the chitin that covered me, was alive, and it needed me as much as I needed it. We were bonded, together.

When the power brokers had described this thing as a biotinker’s experimental armor, I’d been hesitant. Even without Aunt Emily’s personal horror stories, biotinkers made people nervous. But holy shit was I glad I’d decided to go ahead with the deal, because even ignoring the ability to move again, I was moving faster than I ever had before, I could feel strength that I’d never had in my limbs, this was amazing!

With an unknown instinct, I threw an arm out, the back of my hand facing towards one of the half-sunken wrecks of the Boat Graveyard. A length of some white substance shot out from the back of my hand, connecting to one of the many wrecks.

With another instinctual action, I yanked my hand back, the length of whatever the hell the stuff coming from my body was pulled taut. With a heave, I swung towards the ship, using the rope of whatever it was to propel myself forward.

When I connected with the side of the wreck, my hands and feet slammed onto the side of it, and I barely felt the impact. More than that, I was sticking to the side, like a spider. I pulled myself up and over the edge of the deck, landing in a crouch. As soon as I hit the ground, I took off running, pushing off and accelerating with every step, going faster than I ever had before. With a grin on my face, I ran through the Boat Graveyard, jumping, running, and swinging my way from ship to ship, until I eventually reached the fence, and then beyond.

The low, short swings I’d done between the wrecked ships turned into longer swings between buildings as I continued to test out the limits of this suit. I didn't even feel any sort of strain or tiredness.

I swung back and forth, laughing in delight, a wide grin splitting my face. This was incredible, I felt better than I ever had in my life.

Eventually, I started slowing down, eventually stopping completely. As the initial adrenaline faded, I could feel a small amount of tiredness, but nowhere near what I was used to. Looking out over the city, I smiled under the biosuit's facemask, taking the view from the roof of one of Brockton Bay’s taller buildings.

“Nice view isn’t it?” a voice from above me asked.

I turned to look at the speaker, some part of my brain having somehow known that she was there even before she spoke, and beheld the most beautiful girl I had ever seen.

She was dressed in a costume that showed off her impressive physique, a flowing white dress that was a mix of toga and ball gown, a light tiara upon her brow, keeping her radiant blonde hair out of her bright, sapphire blue eyes. I'd seen her before, but only through pictures or video, never in person, and I could now say that not only did they not do her justice, they so failed to capture her beauty it should be considered a felony!

My mouth went dry and my heart pounded. I opened my mouth, trying to speak, but found myself unable to do so. Glory Girl was floating not two yards in front of me!

“Nice cologne,” she said, pulling me from my thoughts as she floated down to stand in front of me on the rooftop. “What is that? Axe? Old Spice? Dude, you gotta give me a hint here, nothing my boy-I mean my ex-boyfriend gets is this good!”

“Uhh…” I eloquently articulated, still dumbfounded at the fact that I was talking to Glory Girl, and my gaze behind the biosuit’s mask trying and failing to move from her perky chest to her face. Finally, I managed to get some words out, “No idea, probably the suit?”

“Neat,” she said, bouncing lightly on her toes. “First night out? I don’t recognize you, and I do try to keep on top of all the new capes that make an appearance on the scene. Locally anyway, Brockton Bay’s big enough that trying to do anything bigger would mean no time for actually going out and being a hero, y’know?”

“Yeah,” I said, my eyes locking onto a bead of sweat as it ran down the side of her face, to her jaw, and from there along the length of her neck.

There were other words spoken, by both of us, but for the life of me I couldn’t remember them, or how we went from talking to Glory Girl kneeling in front of me, her top pooled around her waist as she wrapped her full, pale, perfect breasts around my cock.

“So glad Dean and I split this morning,” I heard her mutter, before she spat on my dick to give it more lubrication. “Don’t have to feel guilty about this. God you’ve got a great cock…”

Her hands pressed her breasts together, and she started bouncing them up and down the length of my dick. My hand moved and my fingers tangled themselves in her long, blonde hair, gathering it up into a ponytail. My other hand came down on her head, holding her still, as my hips began to thrust back and forth, fucking her tits.

As her lips pursed, and she looked up at me with wide, bright blue eyes, I realized I wanted to see what else she could do with that mouth.

The hand on the back of her head tightened its grip on her hair, and I pushed her down, until her lips touched the head of my cock. She took the initiative, even without my prompting, her lips sliding over the head and enveloping it.

Glory Girl bobbed her head up and down the length of my shaft, while my free hand returned to her tits, grabbing and squeezing the large, pliable mounds. I groped them, feeling them up, even as she took the initiative and bobbed her head further and further down my dick, until her nose was buried in the bush of hair around the base.

She gagged and choked, but didn't stop, and didn't pull away, her head bobbing up and down the length of my shaft, the tip pushing down her throat as her tongue ran along the underside of my dick.

I threw my head back (still covered by the biosuit like every part of me except my cock was) at the sensations, and groaned. The pleasure was mounting, and it was getting hard to hold myself back, but I did, wanting this to last for as long as possible.

When her hands left her breasts, reaching out to grab onto my hips, her fingernails digging into the chitin, her head began to bob up and down even faster, her cheeks hollowed out and her lips wrapped around my cock, as she sucked it with a strength that was nearly superhuman.

I didn't know if it was something to do with the biotinker that had made the suit, or if it was the suit itself, but it was hard to care, as my pleasure finally reached a crescendo, and with a groan, I came, flooding her mouth and throat with my cum.

Glory Girl didn't even stop or slow, swallowing the hot, sticky ropes of cum as fast as they could fire out of the head of my cock. She swallowed everything I gave her, until finally my orgasm finished and my dick slipped from her mouth.

She looked up at me, her blue eyes still as bright and sparkling as before, and I saw her tongue run along her teeth, licking the remnants of my seed off of her lips.

Then she stood and turned, her hands pulling up the skirt part of her costume so that it was bunched around her waist, like the top. Following that, she reached back down and pulled her thong down to her knees. Before she could take another step, I was already on my feet and moving, grabbing her around the hips and pressing her against the low wall around the edge of the building.

My cock rubbed along the crack of her ass, and my hands were on her hips, keeping her pressed against the ledge, the tips of her toes barely touching the floor. She let out a whimper, before I grabbed hold of her hair and pulled her head back.

With my other hand I gripped my cock, and brought the head down, rubbing it between her pussy lips. Glory Girl wasn't idle, her hips rolling back and forth, the lips of her cunt parting and spreading over the length of my dick.

Finally, after a few moments, I slid the head inside, and Glory Girl moaned, her legs coming together and her thighs pressing together. The muscles of her back and shoulders tightened, and she bit her lower lip.

“Fuck me,” she begged, her voice tight, almost breathless, and she rolled her hips, the lips of her cunt stretching around my cock. “Please…”

My hands gripped her hips, and I pulled her back, slamming her down onto my cock. She gasped, her fingers wrapping around the stone ledge in front of her, and she moaned as her pussy stretched to accommodate the massive length and girth.

“Yes!” she moaned, and she lifted herself up, before dropping back down, taking more of my cock inside her. “Fuck yes! Oh fuck me, I need this!”

Glory Girl started to bounce, her hips lifting up and down as she impaled herself on my cock, her moans filling the night air. The pace sped up, and it was only a matter of seconds before she was bouncing so hard that the ledge she was holding onto was cracking and splintering.

“I haven't been properly fucked in months!” she said, her voice a whine. “Dean was so fucking vanilla! But you! You fuck like a beast!”

Her arms and legs were trembling, her entire body shaking with the effort she was putting into riding my cock, her cunt a wet, soaking mess, her juices flowing freely, and the smell filled my nose.

“Cum inside me!” she begged. “I need to be filled up! Please, please, cum inside me! I need it!”

With her begging and pleading, it wasn't long before I came again, sending jet after jet of hot, sticky cum into her, flooding her womb.

When I'd finally finished, I let her go, and she slowly lowered herself down to the roof. Turning, she looked at me, her eyes still as bright and as vibrant as when she'd first approached me, even as cum leaked from her gaping, abused pussy.

“Thank you,” she said, and the look on her face was the most genuine, the most real, the most honest thing I'd seen since she'd flown down to talk to me. “That was the best sex I've ever had.”