Extreme Measures/Hiro

The time has finally come. They are to be releasing you from prison today. The legislation that you helped to write also goes into effect today. You were serving time for rape, child-molestation, sexual harassment, public nudity, bla bla bla. You really don't care any more. The government of Japan now wanted you to do the things that you did to get put in prison. They want you to get a bunch of girls pregnant. That's your idea of heaven. They put a bunch of rules on it; but they don't know how much you can do with your power. By the time they do, it will be too late. They may even secretly like what you're doing...though they will say they're horrified publicly, of course. You've had nothing but time to practice with your power. You can make it do things you couldn't before. Things were about to get very interesting.

"Takahashi Hiro," says a guard as he unlocks your cell, his voice characteristically muffled by his gas mask, "it's time to go." You stand and walk out of your cell, an arrogant smile on your face. You deserve the arrogant smile. You've won. Now your father is a dirt-bag working at a crappy diner, and you're the hero. In English hero sounds like Hiro, maybe you've always been the hero. You never directly forced someone to have sex with you. You just influenced their hormones a bit...sometimes got them a little high, created a fertility drug...but never real rape, whatever the courts say about it. Your mother loved your attention. Your sister probably would have loved it too if she hadn't been in that boarding school for geniuses. You really can't wait to meet your daughter for the first time. Of course your father hadn't allowed anyone in the family to visit you for the four plus years you've been in prison. Now was your chance to rub it in...to cuck him in his own home and take over as head of the family.

Your mind comes back to the present as you get to Processing. You sign all the documents, and get your belongings. You wonder if the clothes will still fit you. You were seventeen, almost eighteen when you wore them last. You suppose you'll find out soon enough. Once you've completed the paperwork, you're allowed to change. You find that they still fit, though not very well. You should probably get some new clothes. You've got some money from your time inside, but it isn't much. The government isn't all that generous on their pay for prisoners, so your time in the laundry room didn't amount to much cash. You'll have to get a job, of course. It's too bad Japan isn't paying supers for their cum like America is; you'd be set for life. You never even finished high school, so a "normal" job is out of the question. You'll have to figure something out. You finish dressing by putting on your all important ID Band and Biomonitor. You exit the changing room, and are lead out of the prison.

You stare at the bus stop outside the prison as you hear the gate roll shut behind you. You need to decide where to go first. It's still early morning. You have the whole day ahead of you...actually your whole life ahead of you.

Where are you going?

• Go home right away. (Request)--Green (talk) 00:50, 16 July 2021 (UTC) (Want to find out what happens to Azusa)
• Go to a shopping mall for new threads.
• Go to a burger joint, you're craving non-prison food.
• Go to a high school to pick up where you left off.
• Go to a junior high school to get some younger fair.
• Go to an elementary school to try out your new control of your powers.
• Go to a Daycare Center to test your limits.
• Go to your sister's boarding school for geniuses.