"Well, that could've gone better."
Touch looked around the white tent housing him, his host body, and his host body's gargantuan tits. Nope, nothing different, and not a single woman to be found. A bunch of monitors sat off to the side uselessly, but the pads and wires the doctors used to try to get Kamala Khan's heartbeat through all that titflesh remained on her beautiful caramel skin.
Touch was so... goddamn... bored. No matter how much he asked, the bastards wouldn't leave a TV in the room tuned to the news. They could at least give him a chance to relish the humiliating press waiting for Kamala. He couldn't even enjoy playing with her funbags. What he could reach squished against her hands but at this point felt more like a big fleshy ball.
Just when he thought boredom would get the better of him, Mephisto appeared before him. "When I told you I did not need you to perform my task immediately, I did not mean you should take the first opportunity that presents itself to make yourself worthless."
"How was I supposed to know she'd get stuck this way? She's a teenage girl. If there's one thing she should be good at, it's playing with herself."
"I permitted you to indulge your vices because I thought you could be of use to me. If you only have excuses to bear, then your indulgence comes to an end."
"No! Wait!" Touch begged through the mouth of a teenage girl, flailing about. "I thought this would bring Spider-Man out to help me, honest. I didn't think they would send out a special unit, an all-male unit at that, and throw a tent over this body."
Mephisto shook his head at the man's incompetence. "Think, Dobson, think. Why would an elite superhero like Spider-Man choose to visit a teenage girl suffering through a body malfunction when he has bank robberies to foil and supervillains to defeat?"
"Give me another chance, I'll be smarter about it next time."
With impeccable timing, a blonde woman entered through the front flap. It took a lot of squinting effort, but Touch was finally able to make out the name on her nametag as Patricia Wolman. She milled about the room with a clipboard in hand, apparently unaware of Mephisto's presence, or anything the demon said.
"I engineered the involvement of a few female experts on this special case before my arrival," Mephisto said. "Consider this your one and only reprieve. If you incapacitate yourself like this again, boredom will be the least of your troubles."
"Seriously? A generic blonde chick? Not even Emma Frost or anyone that matters?" Touch complained while Mephisto disappeared.
Patricia scowled, her eyes set directly on her clipboard. "Given the state you've been in for the past few hours, I'll allow that comment to slide," she said, then muttered under her breath, "...spoiled brat."
"Oh, umm, I'm sorry Doc. It's my BIG TITTIES. They're so big it's like they're taking over my brain. It's real tough that I can't make 'em small again."
Patricia sighed. "I know this must be terribly embarrassing for you. You're a young woman, your body's going through changes you don't understand."
"Yep, big changes. Big, heavy, squishy changes, and now everyone's going to know me as the superheroine that caused a huge accident because she couldn't keep her titties under control. They're all gonna laugh at me, like that Carrie girl in Carrie."
Touch relished the discomfort Patricia expressed while walking about the lab and tweaking this and that, whatever this objects were. He expected to have to trick or goad the blonde into making contact, but as luck would have it, Patricia carelessly brushed her hand against the very edge of one of Kamala's nipples. The transfer was instantaneous, and same as before, Kamala fainted onto her nice squishy boobs.
Overjoyed with his newfound freedom of movement, Touch jogged in place, only to snap the heel on one of Patricia's shoes and fling both off while swearing. He immediately switched into a refined and authoritative attitude when a grunt worker came in."
"Where do you want this?" The guy asked, holding up the heavy cylindrical device in his arms.
Touch tried not to hide his grin behind the clipboard in Patricia's hands. "Wedged deep inside her shithole."
"... Excuse me?" the worker said.
Touch quickly cleared his mind, thought through a more scientific sounding set of instructions and lowered the clipboard. "I mean, insert the device into her anus. I must observe her synaptic responses in response to internal stimulation."
Was it a stupid excuse for turning a state of the art radiation detection unit into an expensive butt plug? It absolutely was, but it didn't stop the guy from shrugging, setting the the device down and heading out to find a good stable ladder.
Walking up to the prone Kamala, Touch playfully patted her boob. "Alright Tits McGee, I have a few errands I need to run, but I'll be back to humiliate you again before you know it."
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