1. Don't Change - Chapter 2


    Date: 11/3/2014, Categories: Fiction, Alien, Blowjob, Body modification, First Time, Male/Female, Virginity, Author: Arquillius, Rating: 88.9, Source: sexstories.com

    the ones on top of the book shelf would require a costume. That’s when he spots it. It’s holding up some of his manga volumes. He hadn’t worn it since last year’s Halloween. He walks over to the bookshelf and picks it up, letting his manga fall out of place. He looks into the red helmet. “The red hood. That might just work. I could wear my normal clothing with a leather jacket and keep the helmet with me in a bag, just in case.” Joshua says to himself. He walks over to his closet and opens it up. He can’t quite believe what he’s doing as he pulls out a duffel bag. “Now I understand how Peter Parker felt in the cartoon, hiding his Spiderman costume under his clothes.” He says as he stuffs the helmet into his duffel bag. He throws his duffel bag over his shoulder and heads out of his room, closing the door behind him. It was going to be another long night at work, but knowing he was semi prepared for an attack made him feel better. Joshua, as said earlier, is a dishwasher, well, almost, he’s a dishwasher slash bus-boy. He works at a restaurant owned by Mr. Waterless. Mr. Waterless was the kind of employer that would infuriate you, the kind of dick that would argue with you if you needed the afternoon off to bury your kid. Yeah, that kind of asshole. Joshua, however, was one of his favorites, as he always showed up early to prep his workstation, clocked in only at the exact time, and stayed until close, regardless of what time he was scheduled until. Mr. Waterless stood 5’7”, ...
    was overweight, had grey hair, and constantly walked around the restaurant with a lit cigar in his mouth. He didn’t care about activists, or fines. He only cared about the money he was making. Yeah, that kind of greed. He is often known for coining the phrase 'He who has the gold makes the rules.’ Yeah, it’s an old phrase and Joshua wasn’t sure who was the first person to say it, though he had searched it a number of times. But, unfortunately, in the world, that was the way things worked. The restaurant was Mr. Waterless’s empire, and Joshua wasn’t in a position to argue. So Joshua would work hard and the waitresses were nice enough to split their tips with him. After yet another long night, Joshua shut down the kitchen area, shut off the lights, clocked out, grabbed his duffel bag and left the restaurant. He starts walking home. It was a busy night, but the tip split was good, so Joshua didn’t complain, as per usual. He makes his way through the parking lot and crosses the street, making a direct path for home. He’s tired and just wants to lay down. He starts through an alley as he starts to hear shouting. “Oh god, don’t tell me someone is getting mugged now…” Joshua says to himself. He walks to the other end of the alley, and doesn’t see a mugging, but spots a familiar form that has him press his body to the wall of the building. He sets down his bag, and unzips it quietly. He pulls out his helmet and slides it on, as the Cybots attack some older ladies who had just gotten ...