[Tom gains the perks:]
[Cat ears: Two cat ears that replaced the normal ones. This allows him to hear two times more as a normal human.]
[Cat tail: He gets a fluffy red tail that the user can manipulate as another limb, giving him incredible balance.]
[Cat agility: A power that changes the bones and articulations to have double the range of mobility of a normal human, and the user's body moves exactly as he wants. He could easily put his two legs behind his ears and move with the same grace as a professional dancer.]
[Cat eyes: A set of green cat eyes that allows the user to perfectly see in normal darkness.]
[Cat claws: At will, the user's fingernails can become 5 cm cat claws that are as sharp and durable as a well-sharpened kitchen knife.]
[Stud cock: The user's cock has grown to 25 cm long and as thick as a banana.]
[Massive balls: A mutation that increases the size of the user's balls to the size of two chicken eggs and can cum a vodka shot amount of semen per ejaculation.]
[Never stop cumming: The user never runs out of semen, and he lacks a refractory period.]
[Fertility plus: The sperm will always reach the ovum if one is present, guaranteeing impregnation.]
Tom let out a loud screech, his whole body just burning with pure pain as it began to mutate. A blast of information was instantly drained into his mind without asking for consent. He could feel his body vibrating, his flesh twisting and reshaping while he curled into a ball. The pain of the transformation only lasted a fraction of a second, but the suffering from this irony lingered a little bit more.
He slowly got up, his body still twitching and feeling wrong for a second as his mind got used to his tail and ears.
("I . . . I . . . I was two off? This is a joke . . . I am a joke . . . ") Tom thought, confused and dizzy, his feelings as if he had just recovered from a whole night having the flu. Something broke in him as the realization that he was so close in the past, so close to saving everybody. His life was a living joke.
The catboy used his new red fluffy tail that came out of his waist to grab the candy bar on the ground, and with a quick flip of his finger, his sharp claws cut it open.
He took a bite and grimaced in disgust while looking directly at Celene.
Chocolate and mint, he hated the flavor of mint, but it had been so long since he had something sweet that he finished the bar while the corpses of the thugs were still bleeding out around him.
The woman looking at him was frozen, unable to move an inch, as the hobo not only killed her two boyfriends but also gained a system. It was like winning the bad luck lottery two times in a row.
His eyes fixed on the girl, the black slits on that emerald sea just ordering her to stay where she was.
He put the wrapper in his pockets instead of throwing it on the ground and took a deep breath. The pain of his wounds was gone, an effect of the reconstruction of his body, but now he also had a problem.
"Fuuuuuuuuuuuck, I am feeling so hot . . . " he purred and stretched. The murderous cat boy's lips twisted in a sadistic smile as he made a step forward. From what he knew, these types of supers needed to really take care of their heat.
She just managed to make a slight movement of her feet, finally reacting and trying to run, but . . . Tom's hands were already grabbing her hair. A quick yank made her bend backward and she was dragged to the bowels of the alley.
"Wait! Wait! Don't kill me! Please!" She begged with a weak and meek tone. The woman's body was shaking as he slammed her face against the brick wall. The girl even felt the rough texture on her face, her hands, and her skin as she pressed against it.
With his fingers coiling around one of Celene's wrists and his other hand touched her head, he had her completely pinned to the wall. "You know I can't just let you go . . ." the man whispered right next to her ear.
A mixture of desire for revenge, his own mutant and anomalous heat, and the fact that what he was doing would not be punished pushed him forward.
The girl tensed up, the hot breath of the man around her neck in this cold night, feeling like the edge of a knife. "Let-let me go! I will not tell anybody! You can have my phone!" A pathetic attempt to bargain before the man pushed her again.
Tom chuckled at her, his forearm now pressing against her shoulder blades while his other hand went lower. Too low.
He grabbed her ass, not groping it but pinning her against the wall, making her feel the difference in strength between the two. Then, the long crimson tail began to coil as a furry centipede around her leg.
"You know very well that we supers don't have to worry about such silly stuff as killing a normal person . . . darling . . ." Tom said, making it clear what he wanted from her. After all, both were single now.
Celene's breath became even more ragged than before, her heart beating so fast that it seemed about to blow. That hobo not only ruined her night but also murdered her two fuckbuddies and friends, their corpses not even cold yet. She could even smell the stench of their blood mixing with the toxic fumes of the alley.
"Yo-you just killed my boyfriends! Didn't you have enough?!" She spat, trying to show some shame. The girl wanted to live, but since bribery didn't work, she tried to appeal to his conscience.
Tom grinned at her. "Me? I have had enough, but you? You seemed unsatisfied," he muttered and leaned closer, enough to smell the bubblegum perfume of her fancy shampoo. "You like this, don't you? Getting roughed up by a hobo? After he killed your boyfriends? Do you really get horny from violence? You disgusting bitch," the man snarled at her, the tip of his tongue dancing around the edge of her ear.
Celene's lips opened up. She wanted to refute those words, to say that they weren't true, or even to scream for help, but not a single word came out. Tom made a critical hit.
The man's pressure on the woman increased, his body rubbing against hers almost as if he wanted to steal heat from her to help him against the cold air of the alley. His hips rubbed against her ass, the big bulge of his massive new cock pressing against the thin layer of fabric of her blue hot pants.
She gasped as her mind began to imagine the size of that thing. Celene hoped that she was wrong because if she was right, Tom would ruin her for any other man.
"Please at least . . . take it easy," she begged, her panties already getting wet, but her body still shaking from pure fear.
Tom chuckled. "You tried to make those two thugs beat me to death, and you planned to film it to sell it while flaunting your tits all over my execution. I will use you as I want, and you will learn to love it," he snarled, his tone being a dangerous mixture of anger and lust.
With one fast hand movement, he yanked her pants down just enough to expose that massive and fat ass that had only a thin black thong protecting her naked lower back from the cold.
A yelp came out. Celene's mouth froze, the cold air striking her posterior was shielded by the rough hands of the man massaging her ass. He could feel those fingers tracing the edge of her panties until, eventually, they opened her cheeks wide to get a good look at the pink wrinkled hole that had only one black line of fabric covering it.
Tom stood frozen for a second, just in awe of the sheer beauty of that ass. He couldn't believe that such a rotten woman was blessed with that kind of body. Well, it didn't matter. At the end of the day, he would train her into something more pleasant to be around.
"Are you going to . . ." she mumbled before freezing again. The girl was now feeling it touch her skin. Something big, something veiny and throbbing.
"Don't hurry me; it has been years since I did it," he purred, dragging his cock along her exposed skin, using the friction between those two ass cheeks to give her a good idea of what would be inside her.
Tom had to admit it; it was disturbing having something so private and his genitals completely mutated, but . . . the new one felt just ten times better than the old one. More surface, more pleasure.
She tensed up, guilt boiling inside her hotter than fear or rage. Her body was betraying her; she was getting hot and wet, more than when she did it with her boyfriends after a video.
There was an instant where she didn't know what to say or what to do, but then she felt Tom's hand slide around her hips, his fingers digging under the strings of her thong and searching for cunt.
A moan was the only thing she could say as the fingers caressed against her lower lips.
She hated this, she hated him, and she hated that her body betrayed her, arching back into his touch as her heart beat faster, not from rage but something more toxic. Celene was getting excited by the man who had just killed her two boyfriends.
Tom's fingers thrust inside her without warning, muffling any word that she could say with sharp gasps and moans of pleasure.
She was shaking, struggling, not deciding between moving, trying to get away, or grinding her ass against him for more.
"From now on you will be my bitch. Your body, mind, and soul are mine and only mine. Forget about those two corpses and learn to love your new place," Tom snarled near her ear.
Then, he moved, his fingers working with deadly precision, searching for her G spot until her moans indicated to him that he had hit his target. The man's cock was still pressing against her posterior, throbbing and dropping drops of molten hot precum that felt like hot wax on her skin. He was reminding her exactly what was going to happen next.
Celene bit her lower lip, trying to muffle her moans, not to show her how much he was unilaterally beating her. However, Tom didn't need that; he knew that sooner or later she would break.