New Poll Driven Story “Brickhouse Vs Hypnodactyl”

Below the break you can find a new Heroines Perilous World poll driven story featuring Brickhouse!

Content Warnings/Kink Spoilers: The entry is around 3,500 words. It’s the intro to the story so spends most of it’s time on set up and there’s no sex scene, but it does pause just before one. The story heavily features/is centered around mind control (with spiral eyes if that’s a thing you like). As it’s a Brickhouse story it will eventually lean into huge breasts, with some of that already appearing in the story.

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Brickhouse Vs Hypnodactyl

“I’ve got a mission for you,” Archbaroness told Brickhouse as the two superheroines walked down the halls of Freedom Tower. “Here, take this tablet. See the color overlay over that neighborhood there? I’m going to need you to spend the day patrolling there. I’ve heard rumors that a new villain has taken roost there and I need you to go take care of them.”

Brickhouse stared at the tablet. It had looked so big in Archbaroness’ hand but in hers, with her massive red fingers, the thing looked more like a smartphone than a tablet.

It was another unpleasant reminder of just how large of a woman she’d become after her powers had activated. It wasn’t the added height or the hulking physique and bulging muscles that bugged her so much. It wasn’t even how her skin had turned from a beautiful rich black to the dark but vibrant red it was now.

No, it was her breasts. Since her powers had activated they’d been the bane of her existence. Most women’s breasts increased in size when their powers activated, but hers had grown FAR out of proportion with the rest of her body. Each massive, heavy, sagging red breast was nearly the size of their youngest team member Champion Girl’s entire torso.

Luckily, their team’s resident tech genius Lab Rat had designed and fabricated a special sports bra made of unique high-tech fibers that compressed her massive breasts enough to hide their indecent and unwieldy size. Through the wonders of super science it was like her breasts were shrunk to almost nothing as long as she had the bra on. The bra was uncomfortable to wear, but even so, she wished she could keep it on at all times and only begrudgingly took it off each night.

Regardless, she viewed it as a godsend. The public had no idea of just how grossly overlarge her breasts were and the item of clothing allowed her to function as a superheroine without her titanic breasts getting in her way. On top of that it took someone as strong as her to remove the intensely tight garment, so even when she was defeated and had to suffer through the sexual indignities that most often came with that there were very few able to remove the bra and discover her shameful secret.

Still, she hated being reminded of her breasts’ existence. Any reminder of her size instantly brought her mind to her breasts and THEIR size. She gritted her teeth, thinking about how much she hated them. Hated their size. Hated how heavy and soft they were. Hated how SENSITIVE they were. She had nearly unbreakable skin and was one of the strongest women in a city full of superpowered women, but if someone focused on her breasts in the right (or wrong) ways she could easily be brought down by the overwhelming sensations, both good AND bad.

“What do we know about this new villain?” Brickhouse asked, handing the tablet back and trying to push away any thoughts of her breasts. Getting out onto the streets of Megatropolis and finding someone she could hit would properly distract her. But why did her team leader think SHE was the best one to take on this foe? Champion Girl might look like a perky teen blonde, but the girl was nearly as strong as her, even more physically tough, AND could fly. Why not send her?

“You’re just going to have to trust me on this,” Archbaroness replied, oddly evasive. “What matters is this new villain has taken roost there and you are the one who needs to go face them.”

Brickhouse raised an eyebrow at Archbaroness’ repeating of that strange wording. “Why do you keep saying that?”

“Saying what?” Archbaroness asked her, looking perplexed by Brickhouse’s question.

“You keep saying this villain has ‘taken roost’. That’s… weird.”

Archbaroness’ eyes went glassy for a moment then the woman shrugged. “It’s just what I’ve heard. Look, I NEED you to do this for me. Is there something wrong with the neighborhood?”

Brickhouse had memorized the map and knew the neighborhood well. She shrugged. “I guess not. It’s a nice neighborhood with lots of swanky penthouses. But you normally have me patrol rougher parts of town. The rich people there, well, we know the people of this city. Those wealthy yahoos would much rather have someone pretty and white like Champion Girl flying around on patrol, not my big hulking red ass stomping around bringing down their property values.”

“It has to be you,” Archbaroness snapped then went glassy-eyed again, looking a bit confused. “You,” she muttered. “Has to be you that goes.”

“Alright,” Brickhouse said, side-eying her team leader as she took a few steps away from her. Something isn’t right here, she thought, concerned. “I’ll get right on it,” she assured her. But first I’ll go talk to Psychia and see if I can get her to check you out and figure out what’s going on here.

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Psychia, the Megatropolis Amazon’s resident telepath, spent most of her time in Freedom Tower’s Control Room where her command center allowed her to monitor the city. This in turn allowed her to work as a superheroine dispatcher to send out both members of the Megatropolis Amazons and independent superheroines to respond to emergencies.

Even though the sexy Latina was wearing her headset and was focused on one of the many computer monitors in front of her she knew when Brickhouse entered the room. Without turning around to visually confirm who was behind her she asked, “What is bothering you, my hulking, red-skinned beauty?”

Brickhouse knew the flirtatious question wasn’t just a pickup line. It was also a reminder that Psychia’s potent telepathic powers forced her to pick up on the emotions of those nearby, while ASKING what was causing Brickhouse’s bad mood made it clear she’d respected the privacy of her teammate’s mind and not read her thoughts without permission.

“I think something is wrong with Archbaroness,” Brickhouse told Psychia, a little annoyed the woman hadn’t turned away from her monitors. A glance at the screen showed she was monitoring an innocent and was communicating via text with emergency first responders.

Brickhouse waited a moment, saw the woman wasn’t going to give her her full attention, then pressed on. “I know it isn’t exactly okay, but I wanted you to go take a peek in her mind and make sure everything is all right with her.”

That got a quick glance over Psychia’s shoulder. “Why? What did she do?”

“She’s sending me on this weird mission,” Brickhouse began. “Wants me to go check out some new supervillain, but she can’t or won’t tell me anything about them yet was oddly insistent I needed to be the one to go. And she kept repeating this weird phrase. Something about them having ‘taken roost’ there.”

“Oh, that,” Psychia said, returning almost her full attention to her control console. “I know all about that. It’s nothing to worry about. If she says you’re the one that needs to go then you are.”

Brickhouse furrowed her brow and looked at the back of the woman’s head with concern and annoyance. “What the hell is going on? Something isn’t right about this.”

Psychia let out an annoyed sigh then took her headset off before spinning her chair around. As she turned to face Brickhouse she put two fingers on the side of her head, a sign she was focusing her telepathic powers. Brickhouse started to take a step back, alarmed to see her teammate focusing her powers on her. A moment later she went rigid and her eyes went blank as her arms fell limp at her sides.

“There’s nothing suspicious going on,” Psychia told Brickhouse firmly. “You will carry out the mission exactly as you’ve been told to, thinking nothing suspicious is going on. When you come face to face with this new supervillain you will hold back, listening to what he has to say before attacking. Understand?”

Brickhouse, eyes empty and staring into nothing, replied in a slow, emotionless monotone. “I understand.”

“You will not remember anything seeming strange about your encounter with Archbaroness nor will you remember me controlling your mind and altering your memories.”

Brickhouse nodded slowly. “Yes. I will not remember anything seeming strange about my encounter with Archbaroness nor will I remember you controlling my mind and altering my memories.”

“Finally, and this is VERY important,” Psychia added, “in the end, when the supervillain alters your memories like he altered Archbaroness’, you will keep the REAL memories hidden deep in your subconscious. You will not be able to recall them, but they will be there for me to access and relive so I can voyeuristically enjoy what you’re about to endure. Understand?”

Once more Brickhouse nodded slowly. “Yes. I understand.”

“Good,” Psychia said, lowering her fingers and spinning her chair back around so she could return her focus to her control console. “Now be on your way,” she said, waving behind her to dismiss Brickhouse.

* * *

Somewhere in this ritzy neighborhood full of high-rises topped with penthouses populated by some of Megatropolis’ most affluent citizens was a new supervillain. It wasn’t the kind of place Brickhouse was used to patrolling alone. Normally she was sent to the more rundown parts of the city, places where a display of brawn both chased the rats away and taunted out the largest of the vermin she was best equipped to handle.

But this place? She wasn’t sure what she was doing here. The kind of rats that inhabited this kind of place didn’t scurry. They dressed in the finest clothes and amassed their ill-gotten gains through immoral but technically legal means. They were also the kind of people who liked being surrounded only by pretty things. Most wouldn’t have batted an eye at Archbaroness or Champion Girl patrolling the neighborhood. If either of them had patrolled on foot instead of flying there might even have been lines of people looking to get selfies with them.

That wasn’t the welcome Brickhouse was receiving. She wasn’t a perky, pretty, young blonde white girl in a slimming costume. She wasn’t a revered, curvaceous beauty that this city’s power structure had adored for decades. She was a towering, lumbering hulk of a woman who had to be careful not to step too hard lest she set off car alarms or crack the perfectly maintained sidewalks.

Even her face got suspicious looks that left her seething with anger. Even if she wasn’t a well-known member of the city’s official super team it would be clear from her costume, hulking physique, and red skin that she was a superheroine. But in a place like this skin tone mattered almost as much as what was in your bank account, and it mattered even more if what was in that account wasn’t very much.

Brickhouse knew those suspicious looks and glances meant the people she passed were wondering what she was doing here. She’d known those looks well from BEFORE her powers activated and her skin turned red. For the ones that skin tone and heritage mattered, the red didn’t fool them. They could see it in her facial features or tell by her hair. She saw the questions on their faces. Why wasn’t it a WHITE heroine patrolling their neighborhood?

An older couple walked past her, both turning their noses up at her and quickly passing as though afraid some unseen stink on her would linger on them if they went any slower. The suit the man was wearing and the fur coat his wife had on probably would have cost enough to put someone through at least one year of college. It made Brickhouse think about the sports scholarships she’d had to go out for to pay for the couple of years of college she’d gone through before her powers activated and she became a superheroine.

“Enough of this,” Brickhouse grumbled. It was her duty to protect these people, but for the moment she needed to get away from them or she was going to be tempted to do something very unheroic. She’d never HURT any of them, but an “accidental” blunder that led to her stumbling into a tree and knocking it over so it smashed a limousine might be something she couldn’t resist letting happen.

She needed to get off the streets and take a break from the nasty looks. “And I need to do something different to try and find this rumored villain,” she muttered to herself to rationalize why she’d turned down an alleyway. She found a fire escape that looked sturdy enough to hold her weight and started scaling it, telling herself that from the top of the building she might be able to see something she was missing at ground level.

When she reached the roof of the building she took a moment to recover her breath. She could punch it out with a supervillain for hours straight, but that climb up here? That had left her winded.

As she was catching her breath she looked up, planning on enjoying the sun from this height. What she saw in the sky above caught her off guard. There was something there that didn’t belong. A huge bird that flew by high in the sky, then turned back and was now circling above her.

Brickhouse put a hand above her eyes to shade her eyes and looked up at the massive circling thing. “What the fuck is that?” It had to be big, maybe even as big or bigger than a person. It had legs like a person, and perhaps hands too but there also seemed to be wings attached to its arms. It was green, its skin exposed except for a loincloth covering its crotch. But strangest of all was its head. It was hard to tell from this distance and with the sun shining in her eyes, but she swore the creature looked like it had the head of a pterodactyl.

Her first thought was that it was some kind of drone being used for advertising. Her next thought, one she realized should have been her FIRST thought, was that the green pterodactyl man circling in the air above her might be the new supervillain she was after.

Almost as if in response to the thought the thing dived towards her. Brickhouse scrambled back from the edge of the building and threw her fists up, preparing for an aerial attack.

The closer the green monster man got to her the more she was certain this HAD to be the supervillain. But what was it? A monster created by a mad scientist that had escaped or been intentionally released? A robot masquerading as a living being? A superpowered man?

She suspected the final option was the most likely. Most humans whose Power-Gene activated underwent mild cosmetic mutations, but some underwent massive alterations to their looks and physiognomy. She’d grown more than two feet in height and her skin had turned red on top of her massive gain in muscle mass. She’d seen plenty of other superhumans who had been transformed far more than her, some into half-animal people!

The green pterodactyl man dived at her, but just before it seemed it was coming in for an attack it swooped up, flapping the wings attached to the undersides of its arms, and landed on the roof close enough to speak to Brickhouse but far enough away for it to have time to fly away if she charged it.

“I’ve been looking for you,” the dinosaur man declared as he landed. His voice was strange, deep and raspy but unmistakably human.

Brickhouse took a step back, fists still up. He WAS a man, he HAD to be, just mutated by his powers. Once he was on his feet and his arms were down the fleshy flaps connecting his arms to his sides were less inhuman-looking, especially once she was able to see how well muscled and human-looking the rest of his green body was. She even noticed that the loincloth he wore, a simple tattered cloth hanging from a belt, barely covered a massive green sexual member. She got a good enough glimpse of the dangling man meat to confirm he was human, and only a man with powers had a dick THAT over-sized.

But that horrid head! The strange green beak-like mouth, that odd pterodactyl-like horn extending from his hairless head. It was so… inhuman! So disturbing. And the eyes! Even more inhuman. Yellow and pupil-less, yet oddly hypnotic.

“Looking for me? Why?” Brickhouse asked. Her muscles had tensed. Her body wanted to attack, to charge the supervillain and get a firm hold of him before he could fly away. But something was telling her she had to hold back, that she had to listen to whatever the supervillain had to say before she could attack. Feeling she needed to do SOMETHING and not just stand there she demanded, “Who are you and what are you doing here?”

“I go by the name of Hypnodactyl,” the supervillain told her nonchalantly as he began slowly but confidently advancing on her. “I’ve recently relocated to this wonderful city of yours because it’s so full of fuckable superheroines! That must make sense to a superheroine as well-established as you. You understand why almost all powered men become supervillains, yes?”

He didn’t wait for an answer. “The supercharged libido that comes with those powers… the things it does to men. Combine that with the lack of impulse control and it’s obvious why we all end up on the wrong side of the law. And you stunning superheroines have those wonderful rules you let us ‘villains’ play by. A defeated superheroine is fair game sexually as long as we let you go in the end. Isn’t that right?”

By then he was standing within arm’s reach of Brickhouse. He was tall and would have loomed over a normal woman. Even so, he shouldn’t have stood at eye level with her, yet Brickhouse felt the supervillain was towering over her. It was his eyes, those hypnotic yellow eyes. She’d been unable to look away from them as he’d introduced himself. And as he’d gotten closer they’d changed, strange hypnotic swirling patterns appearing in them that left her slack-jawed and transfixed.

The powerful superheroine’s arms dropped heavily to her sides. Her eyes went hazy. She slumped forward, staring blankly into the villain’s hypnotic eyes and beginning to drool.

“I’ve taken roost in a nearby top-floor penthouse,” Hypnodactyl went on. “Used my hypnotic powers to make its former owner give me everything they once owned. Now I live in luxury and am filling my days by playing games with powered women like you. It wasn’t long ago that I had a run-in with your friend Archbaroness. After having my fun I sent her home, making her forget everything I’d done to her.

“But BEFORE that I made her tell me all about her teammates. I found you the most interesting, especially when I pushed her to tell me about any secrets you might have. I told her she HAD to send someone to me to play with. After finding out the secret of what’s hidden under your costume I just knew it had to be you.”

He stepped closer, reaching a green hand out to caress Brickhouse’s cheek. “A brute like you would have been a delight to play with even without that added bonus. I’ve come to enjoy how easily I can mentally dominate women who have the power to so easily hurt me, and I’ve found that most often the more physically strong they are the weaker their wills are. And yours, you great hulking brute, was almost comically weak.”

As he spoke he made sure to keep eye contact with her. Weak-willed as she was, his hypnotic control would only last so long once they broke eye contact. But the longer he kept it the longer she’d remain his obedient plaything once eye contact was broken. Until he decided what he was doing with her first he planned on ensuring it would be as long as possible before he had to reassert control.

“There’s also the fact that you coming here is a kind of public service,” he went on as he continued to caress her face. “See, my cock, well, it’s rather large. A bit TOO large when it comes to having my way with normal women. Once I’m hard I have to be very careful with them. I’m a perverse villain but I’m not a monster,” he said, flashing what passed for a smirking smile on his strange beak-like mouth. “But superheroines can ALWAYS take it, even if they think the size and length are too much for them. And a hulking beast of a woman like you might not even notice,” he said before taking a step back and looking her over.

“I promise before the day is over I’ll let you go,” he told the hypnotized superheroine. “But till then you are to be my plaything, to use however I want. To pleasure you if I so please, or more likely to make pleasure me. To humiliate if the mood strikes me. Anything is on the table,” he said, spiraling eyes growing more intense as he more deeply asserted his hypnotic control of her. “I just need to decide how to begin my fun!”

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As this is a new villain he’s a blank slate. Nothing is established about him or his powers other than what is already in the story, so many of these choices will help establish things about him/his powers.

What does Hypnodactyl decide to do first with his hypnotized plaything? (Choose up to 5 options from this poll)