Alluring Affairs

by Anonymous (ao3)

Chapter 1: Purple Haired Sniper Slut

Nagant's POV

From my vantage point on the Kamino rooftop, I saw the city moving around beneath me, a canvas of flashing lights and annoyed honks from cars. The night displayed its beauty to me in a symphony of lights and shadows, each building contributing to the urban legend of tantality. Neon street signs flickered, casting colorful hues across the rooftops. With my sniper rifle, formed from my elbow thanks to my handy quirk, I surveyed the streets. Each person below seemed to have their own predominant issue.

I only had my eye on one of them; Takazoshi Reji, a well-known business man who made a fortune from his noodle factories and sweatshops. What few knew was that it was all a front for a drug industry, that used elements in acid based quirks to create euphoric emotions in its users. The cost was simple; the lives of the kidnapped individuals with acid quirks, as the draining process killed them.

It was my job to eliminate him from this world, put an end to his company once and for all.

As the night advanced, the heartbeats of Kamino's occupants pulsed through their core, oblivious to my vigilant eye watching from above. My mind was focussed only on ending Reji. Adjusting my aim, I moved the crosshair from my scope directly too the back of his head. The fleshy surface of my sniper rifle, bound to my body as a reminder of who I was, echoed a quiet rhythm, ordering me to pull the trigger. I gave into the voice, and felt my finger pressing down on the switch.

But before I could force it all the way down, I lost my breath. Someone from behind me was choking me with a leather strap...

Third Person POV

Nagnat struggled against her opponent's choking, trying to twist her arm backwards to aim her sniper at him, but she never even got a chance to fire before he grabbed her sniper rifle and tore if off her socket. Nagant cried out in pain, but there was nothing that could undo the damage Sin had done. 

Sin, a powerful dimension traveller that wore a full-body navy camo suit with a metal mask, tossed Nagant's torn off sniper to the side, and applied all his pressure to her neck, choking her out as her face started to grow the colour of her hair. Soon, she went limp; out, but not dead. Perfect.

Nagant collapsed, but Sin grabbed her before she fell off the rooftop. He still had plans for her. 

He slammed her against the ground, cracking the concrete, and used his clawed hand to tear the latex of her suit around her butt, before slicing his own pants off to reveal his monster dick, augmented by drugs and pills to grant him his powerful bitch-slaying blade.

Sin rammed his cock into her pussy, fucking her cold body while clawing into her ass. Nagant's limp body shook with every thrust. She was out cold, bound to not wake up until hours at least. This gave Sin plenty of time to do what he wanted with her.

Not caring much for her, he forced his dick all the way in her cunt, until his bulge was visible around her diaphragm. As he continued to fuck her, he sliced her latex chest to reveal her monster boobs, which he squeezed until milk ran from her nipples. 

As Nagant's pussy continued to get fucked, Sin soon found himself horny enough to cum, and allowed himself to do so. Shooting his load deep into her womb, piercing it, Her belly inflated by the sheer amount of semen she had been fucked with. A pregnancy was guaranteed, that was for sure. At least two gallons of sperm was in her. 

As Sin pulled out, causing a tsunami of cum to spurt from her pussy, he eyed her torn sniper rifle, and had a sick idea.

Grabbing it, he walked back over to Nagant's body and lined the barrel of the sniper right up against her puckering asshole. With a push, he forced the long barrel of the gun into her, lodging the muzzle in her anus like a butt plug. But he was not yet satisfied and continued to push the metal rod into her. With a sick squelch, the long barrel kept sliding down Nagant's asshole, so much so that it wasn't until her ass reached the receiver of the gun that it wouldn't go any further, which kept 25 inches of metal rod inside Nagant's body. Even unconscious, Nagant's face was bursting with pain as light tears rolled down her face and pained grunts escaped her.

But Sin was still not satisfied with this as a punishment, so he folded the two stand up, and using one hand to spread Nagant's asshole open wide, he forced more of the sniper into Nagnat's ass. 

Now Nagant was really expressing some pain. She was full on whimpering now, her lip quivering pathetically. Sin wiped away her tears and wiped them off on her torn latex suit. Still, he kept forcing Nagant's sniper up her ass, until her butt reached the trigger, where it would not go any further. Nagant gagged loudly, as now the front muzzle of the gun was visible sticking out of her mouth. 

You see, the reason Nagant had not burst was because her quirk adapted her body to fit the rifle, so that her arm would not explode when she used her quirk. So, Nagant's inner body made the intestines fit the gun through, so as to not kill her. Nagant hadn't been crying because she was getting skewered like a spitroast; she had been suffering in pain at the feeling of her organs shuffling around in her body.

But Sin knew this. Sin had something planned specifically for Nagant. Deciding to fuck her pussy one last time, Sin went to town on Nagant, fucking her already came in pregnant pussy while a sniper rifle was all the way through her body. It was so much that the sniper rifle went off, vibrating a shockwave through Nagant's entire body as a bullet shot out of her mouth and killed her target; Takazoshi Reji.

The shockwave from the impact jumbled Nagant around even more, shattering two of her ribs in the process and nearly bursting her heart open. This was so painful that Nagant actually woke up this time, just as Sin came in her pussy for the second time. 

"Ah!" Nagant choked, with the barrel of her sniper in her throat it was hard to talk. "Wabrafuk!?" *coughs/chokes violently* "Aih! Hoodafuk dvoya ffink yoorar? Watsatdyoyfone tomrz? Ah! Fukingsffap! Vfkv!!!"

Sin pulled out of the struggling Nagant, and scoffed. "Guess it's time to end this, then..." Sin placed his hand on Nagant's bare stomach. "Faiten."

Nagant grunted but the screamed out as she felt her world shift intensely, her body melting, or rather altering, into something else. She realized with horror that she was being merged with her sniper, her mouth becoming the muzzle, her neck the barrel, her breasts and body the chamber, her ass the scope, her legs the grip, and her dripping pussy shifted to the trigger. Nagant cried out, but then went silent, as her mouth could no longer move.

In the place of where Lady Nagant and her fleshy sniper that had been forced through her body was now a brand new customized sniper, imbued with Nagant's body and soul. The sniper was purple tinted with an excellent bodice, with inspiration taken from Nagant's previous curvaceous form. Sin had just got himself a sentient sniper. Nagant's ass and breasts were still formed into the rifle. They were some of her best assets, so Sin made sure to keep them around when designing his weapon. It was perfect.

"Excellent." Sin sneered. "I wonder..." Sin fired a round into the air.

Nagant, still fully conscious as a sniper rifle, felt the shockwave the gun released through her new form. She felt like she had been forced into a blender and blended around for an hour straight. If she could scream or cry, she would.

"Perfect..." Sin nodded. "Now you will be mine forever, my darling Nagant..." As Sin's suit repaired itself back around his body, he slung his Nagant rifle behind his back, strapping it to himself for later use. With Nagant as his new companion, he would be unstoppable...

"Now, to find the next universe I must attend to..." Sin searched through galaxies on his wrist watch. "Hmm, this one should be interesting..."

Tapping a button on his watch to strike a yellow bolt of lightning onto the ground, splicing time and space to create a useable rift, Sin entered it, leaving Japan behind and travelling to his next universe.

Chapter 2: Double Trouble Bubble Butted Couple

Natasha and Yelena were in complete bliss. Sin was using both of their asses, rubbing his cock between their cracks to jerk himself off. While this experience might alone might not be enough to make two former assassins moan in joy, the sensory anal plugs he had forced into their asses, making them feel every touch like a jolt of electric through their veins, combined with the non-stop abuse to their cheeks as he slapped them, was enough.

And it was glorious.

Natasha was bigger in all the right places, but Yelena was more... obedient. Desperate for any kind of emotion, she begged for more. And more she got.

Sin's sniper rifle, Nagant, lay off to the side, watching the whole thing go down. 'These poor sluts don't know what kind of a monster he is...' she thought.

And a monster he was.

Halfway through the "bang sesh", Sin got bored and turned the level of intensity on the plugs from 3 to 11, making the minds of the two girls melt instantly. They could feel nothing but his hand and his cock as he came between them, a load getting shot into the air and landing on their asses, dripping down into their pussies. 

Sin got up and yawned, watching as his two little assassin sluts lay nude on Natasha's bed, gasping for air as Sin chucked the controller for the plugs out the window. They would be stuck on Level 11 until the battery ran out, and that could take days. 

Sin recalled how with their reproductive organs ripped out, neither would be suitable mothers to his child, and he realized now that that meant his original punishment for them could not be completed, as he originally intended to rape the two sisters pregnant. As he forced his limp cock in Yelena's begging mouth, raping her of her oral virginity, he began to wonder what a better punishment could be. He could just kill them and be done with it, but that was boring. He decided to something else instead.

Walking over to his Nagant, he removed two rifle bullets from the chamber and brought them back over to the girls. He placed one in Natasha's mouth, the other in Yelena's. "Faiten." he commanded, activating his power. The two girls cried out in surprised as their bodies shrank and molded into that of the two sniper bullets he had placed in their mouth. 

Natasha's bullet was red, with a curvy ass outline and red lips.

Yelena's was yellow, flatter, but seemed to be almost vibrating, like a reverberation shot.

He brought his two new sentient custom bullets back over to Nagant, and loaded them up into her. "How does it feel to be full of two girls?"

Nagant couldn't reply, but she could almost feel them squirming in her soul.

"That's what I thought." Sin smiled, activating his nano suit again and sighing. "Onto the next universe, then..."

Chapter 3: Bratty Blonde Bitch

Tracey De Santa, daughter of Michael De Santa, was what could best be described by Sin as "Asinus", which meant "fool" or "donkey" in his language. Tracey was both a drug user, and a prostitute. She didn't have to be either of these things. She was rich, and could spend her whole life being comfortable, but she was a fool, and was willing to throw it all away. Well, if she is willing to throw her life away, then she loses her right to say "No". To anything.

That's why Sin was raping her behind the strip club she was supposed to be working at. A blonde brat, her hair forced into her own mouth and then taped over by Sin, leaving on her with the unpleasant feeling of her dirty hair dangling in her throat while unable to fight back. Her hands were bound, legs spread, and her pussy sorer than a spanked child's rear.

Speaking of, this brat needed to be spanked more as a child.

Not slowly down, Sin used his scientific suit to ionanoize a butt plug, which he forced into her ass. Pushing a button on his vest, shocks filled Tracey's brain, draining her energy and IQ. She resembled that of a useless bimbo now, which Sin thought was pretty accurate to her true nature. 

Turning his palm into a branding glove, he branded a permanent S onto her ass. She screamed in pain and tears ran down her cheeks as it happened. Then Sin moved his hand to grope her breasts, placing his branding palm onto her right nipple. 

Now the pain really began.

A fiery S was now branded onto her nipple, the heat of it scorching her nipple so hotly that it sealed her nipple shut, making her unable to allow breast milk to flow from that nipple. Then Sin did the same thing to her other nipple. Both times, Tracey felt excruciating pain. She was in so much pain, she was nearly begging for release. She was drained of both personality, the little IQ she had, and now her milk ducts.

Then Sin produced a syringe from his pocket, and stabbed it into Tracey's back.

"That's a chemical compound known as "Lacmultumtibicunus"." Sin explained. "It'll trigger the molecules in your body responsible for creating breast milk. Your tits will grow with milk, swelling like balloons. Normally, the subject can just lactate to relieve themselves of the pain, but with my branding you won't be able to do that. I hope you enjoy the pain."

Tracey felt like Death.

On cue, her breasts started to grow. Tracey felt her breasts expanding, but had no release for the pain this brought, just as Sin said. Muffled through her hair and tape gag, Tracey could not scream.

Sin came in Tracey, not caring if it got her pregnant or not. He pulled out of her, kicked her in the ass, sending more shocks through her body, and then grabbed her by her neck to pick her up. 

He waited until her breasts were the size of beach balls, and then walked over to a nearby dumpster. Emptying the dumpster of the garbage bags with a flick of his finger, sending the bags hovering mid air, he tossed Tracey into it, and pushed her to the bottom of it. Before he could get up, he snapped his fingers, and the garbage bags hovering mid air vanished, but the trash that had been inside them remained. Flicking his finger down, just as Tracey, who's tits were now the sizes of car tires, was starting to get up, the trash landed on her and forced her to the bottom again. 

Sin used jet boots to hover up just above the dumpster, and then allowed himself to piss in it. After pissing a gallon, he let himself fall to the floor again. Tracey, tits STILL growing, a banana peel on her head, smelling of trash and piss, drenched in Sin's yellow piss, a used condom sticking to her cheek, mascara running from the tears, trash caught all in her hair, still receiving electric shocks up her ass from Sin's butt plug, a drained IQ of negative 3,323, with tits that were now the sizes of monster car tires, was utterly defeated.

"Mmm..." she begged through her gag.

Sin punched her in the face, placing his palm on her face, branding it with his signature S. Her eyes were branded shut, her nose was now branded broken, and her upper lip was burned. As a result of this branding, however, her tape gag had also burned off.

Tracey vomited, but Sin placed a gloved hand over her mouth and forced her to keep it there. Nasty flavours filled her taste buds. Uncaringly, Sin said "Faiten."

Tracey's body began to morph. All the trash began to get absorbed into her body, tainting her skin green and black, and also yellow (from Sin's piss). Her tongue fused with the vomit, permanently leaving the bad taste in her mouth. The metal dumpster began to wrap into her body, compressing its metal coffin into her body, fusing with her, and she screamed out momentarily before going silent. What was left after it all was a metal trash sex doll of Tracey, legs gone and replaced with a metal base. Her tits, still, did not stop growing. 

She smelled awful, and Sin knew she was still sentient, trapped forever in this awful purgatory of trash, vomit and piss. Sin snapped his fingers, causing his portal beam to strike them both. He brought Tracey's sex doll to a cage in his lair, leaving her there to deal with later, or just to leave her to her own misery for all eternity. 

No, he decided, as he was about to leave, she doesn't deserve any mercy.

He turned back around and punched her with all his might, causing her body to explode. Her tits exploded white with milk, her body exploded with yellow, green trash, metal, and black garbage. All that remained was her red soul, red for evil and sent to hell. But before she could escape to afterlife, Sin grabbed the soul and swallowed it. His acids would melt Tracey's soul down, and he could shit her out. All she deserved was to be shit.

Tapping some coords onto his wrist and burping out a flame, he travelled to his next and last destination.