Chapter 33: The Super-Powered Cutie Dominated by the Barbarian

Note: This is a commissioned story. I don’t have much say over the events.

T. Ropex
Halloween was a fascinating holiday. The man who turned into the Hulk was carrying off his prize, and I was interested in what would happen next inside. The next player, according to the AI, was just now arriving.

I spotted him. It was a young man wearing some sort of foam suit to make him look buff. He looked ridiculous in it. The body was tanned while his face was pale. He even wore glasses. He had a wig on. The fake body had a loincloth painted on.

He was heading up to the sorority house, looking nervous. I did not know this Conan the Barbarian that he was pretending to be. I knew the word barbarian meant an uncivilized warrior. A dangerous man, but he looked so pathetic.

He climbed up the stairs to the sorority. I followed him, eager to see what the AI had in plan.

“This will be an interesting experiment,” said the AI. “You shall enjoy it!”

I had no doubts about that.

Larry Taylor
The foam Conan the Barbarian suit crinkled around me as I walked. It was hot. I hoped that it would attract Lisa’s attention. I doubted it. I was such a nerd. I was still wearing my glasses, but I couldn’t see without them.

I climbed up the stairs to the Sigma Lambda Tau’s front door. I opened it and stepped inside. The music was playing. People were moving about in groups. Red plastic cups in hand. Laughter. Giggles. Girls were in their Halloween costumes.

Our school had rules about watching out for cultural appropriation. That was Conan. That wasn’t appropriating any culture. I passed a girl dressed as Supergirl. She was in a red and blue leotard and red shorts with a short cape. The stylized S looked nice on her. She swept by without looking at me.

Then I spotted Lisa. She was dressed as a schoolgirl. She had on a tartan skirt that fell down to her mid-thigh. Her white blouse was tucked in. She was sitting on the lap of a guy dressed as a boxer in the shorts and the robe they wore before a fight. It was open. He was pretty buff. She was making out with him.

I froze at the sight of that.

Lisa was making out with that guy. I had such a crush on her. She was in my chemistry class, and we were lab partners. She was such a sweet girl. She didn’t get it, and I helped her out a lot. She had told me about the party.

I thought she wanted...

I swallowed at the hurt. I turned to leave. There was a boring guy in the doorway. But he didn’t matter. I could just walk through him and...

I felt dizzy. The foam crinkling vanished. I grunted, staring down at my arms. They were buff. Strong. My muscular chest rippled. My cock throbbed hard in my loincloth. I stared at the door. Why was I leaving? I didn’t need to leave.

I needed to claim my woman.

I spun around and roared, “LISA!”

Everyone turned to look at me. I towered over them. A hulk. I was powerful. A barbarian. I marched toward Lisa, pushing through the crowd. I shoved them by without much effort, my eyes focused on Lisa kissing the bastard. I would rip him apart.

Fight him? a whimpering, pathetic voice gasped inside of me. I’m not a violent person. That’s toxic masculinity.

Of course, I would fight them. I owned Lisa.

No, no, she’s her own person. I don’t own her. What is going on here?

I ignored that dumb, weak, pathetic voice. That wasn’t me. I was strong. I took what I wanted.

T. Ropex
The transformation of the weak, young man into an actual barbarian was stunning. He had grown in height, his body now as muscled as the foam suit. His dick bulged his loincloth, ready to take the action to Lisa. He was a tanned and buff warrior.

He was shoving his way through the crowd, pushing toward her.

Lisa sat on a man’s lap. He was actually muscular. A strong person who was kissing her. She was attractive, but now she had become stunning. Her schoolgirl skirt shrank in half, exposing so much of her lush thighs. Her breasts were huge now, her white blouse tied off beneath her big, fake boobs to show off her tanned midriff. Her brown hair became bleached-blonde, her nipples hard.

She was really kissing the other guy. His hand was squeezing her breast. He kneaded it as their tongues danced. Everyone was pulling back from the barbarian. He growled, muscles flexing. He was there to claim back his woman.

I’ve added a twist, the AI said.

Lisa Right
I made out with Mitch. He was cute. I was glad to hook up with him. It would be a hot night.

I shuddered as I felt something rippling over me. My boobs felt so much bigger. My skirt shorter. I giggled as I made out with Mitch. He was such a hunky boxer. His muscles so hard. So was his cock. He would fuck me.

I was such a lucky schoolgirl to land him. Just a naughty eighteen-year-old slut.

I’m twenty, a voice thought.

A barely legal virgin so ready to have her first time.

First time? Confusion came from that voice.

I was a barely legal virgin with a pussy so wet. I squirmed on the boxer, so ready to feel that big dick pop my cherry. That would be so good. I moaned into his lips, kissing him with so much passion. This was all so exciting.

He broke the kiss and growled, “Damn!”

“Mmm, I know,” I cooed, squirming on him. “You’re so big and thick. Yes, yes, such a huge cock. You—”

“LISA!”

I turned my head and gasped to see this hulking man standing over me. He was buff and ripped. His tan body had a gleam to it, his muscles oiled. A bodybuilder. A hulk. He looked familiar. Like that nerd Larry from my chemistry class.

But Larry was a scrawny nerd with whom I used to get good grades in chemistry. He did all the work, while I just had to smile and look cute. Now ... Now ... He stood over me, this big hulk. Terry growled, his cock throbbing beneath me.

“Get lost,” growled Terry. “I’m busy with this sweet, young thing.”

“That’s right,” I moaned. “He’s a heavyweight champion. He’s so sexy. He beat the best!”

“Fuckin’ right!” Terry squeezed my tit. “So fuck off if you know what’s good for you.”

“She’s mine!” Larry shot his hand out. He gripped my arm and yanked me over his shoulder.

I squealed as he threw me over his shoulder. I was bent over him, staring down his muscular back at his buns of steel barely covered by the loincloth. He turned and carried me with such ease. I quivered in delight, my pussy on fire, but...

“Hey!” I squealed, loving that he had just boldly grabbed me. I beat on his back with my fists. “Put me down! Hey!”

“You’re mine,” growled Larry.

The way he said that made me shudder. My virgin pussy clenched. This was such a hot moment. “Hey, fucktard!” roared Terry. I lifted my head to see him rising and pulling on his red boxing gloves. “You put my girl down. You don’t just get to carry her off. Who the fuck do you think you are? I’m Terry Mathers! Fuckin’ World Heavy Weight Champion.”

No, he’s not, that shocked voice in me said. He’s not even a boxer. He’s on the baseball team.

Larry spun around to face him. I couldn’t see anything now. The crowd was cheering it on, pressed in a circle around it. Larry grunted and threw me off his shoulder. He shoved me toward a couch. I fell on it, my skirt flashing my white thong at the crowd, my huge tits bouncing.

When did I get implants?

T. Ropex
Very, very interesting.

The two squared off. The other one took off the silk robe he wore. It was black with gold trim. He was muscular. He didn’t look much changed at all. He wore padded gloves. I hadn’t seen the like before, but it was very interesting.

He is dressed as a boxer, a pugilistic sport where two men trade punches over multiple rounds until one knocks out the other, the AI said.

“How barbaric,” I said as the humans were all cheering them on.

The schoolgirl squirmed in her seat, so wet for this. It was clear she wanted to fuck whoever won.

Larry Taylor
The boxer threw a few jabs at the air. He danced on his feet, looking like a butterfly. I was not impressed. He glared at me, this cockiness in his eyes. He thought he was top shit or something. That he mattered.

I growled and spat to the ground.

“I’m going to eat you black and blue, fucker,” growled the boxer.

“Try,” I growled.

He moved closer to me, his feet always shifting. He was almost dancing on them as he bobbed right and left. I stood there, hands on my hips, ready for him to throw a punch. He finally came in and slammed a jab into my side.

I grunted, hardly feeling it.

He hit me on the other side then struck me in the face. My head snapped to the side. I grinned as I felt that one. He slammed more jabs into my guts, hitting my muscular core. I too those blows as everyone cheered him on.

“MITCH! MITCH! MITCH!”

As he threw another punch at my head, I grabbed his arm. I froze his punch and squeezed. He gasped, his eyes widening. I wasn’t a punching bag. I wasn’t a weak nerd. I was a man. A barbarian. I squeezed, twisting his wrist back.

He gasped in pain, his eyes widening.

“What the fuck?” he gasped.

His left fist struck me in the sides a few more times before I lifted him off the ground by his right arm. He gasped as I held him with ease. His feet kicked, striking me in the shins. I grinned at him as he whimpered.

“Oh, my,” gasped Lisa. My schoolgirl watched on. My prize quivered, lust in her eyes.

“Pansy,” I growled. “You hit like a girl!”

“Fucker!” roared the boxer. She tried to knee in the balls.

I blocked with my leg and roared. I threw him over my shoulder and slammed him on the floor. He groaned and gasped, spasming there. Everyone winced in pain. I stood over him as he coughed and wheezed, struggling to regain his breath.