Greed God chapter 30

January 8th 2016 Gotham City 8:00 PM EDT

I  groaned, slumping into bed. I'd explained my newest lie to Barbie,  telling her I'd been targeted by the kidnappers in the first place  because of an experiment I'd been part of, then apologized to her for  keeping secrets and fucked her into a puddle of smiling meat. By the  time we finished she was over her annoyance and Mal had officially been  welcomed into our little club. Then I went home and showered and now I  was just...exhausted. Not physically really, but mentally I'd been  pretty much ON for days now, and that shit was draining.

I  just wanted time to myself, time when I wasn't lying or playing a part  or even fucking as weird as it sounded. I had another vial of Ouroboros  Serum for Zack later but I wasn't bringing him into this until I stopped  needing to two step to stay alive and out of whatever the League had  that passed for jail, so for the moment I was just needed something  uncomplicated to do. I decided to do a bit of merging, I had like eleven  thousand plus points left after Erod and Psych and the two vials or  Ouroboros Serum. I could make something F rank again, and I was on the  fence about what.

In  the spirit of knowing my options however, there was one thing I was  really curious about. "Hey Crassus, what exactly will merging do to a  person? Like if I decide to make Whisper into some kind of hybrid being  what is it going to change about her and how extreme will those changes  be?" I'd been curious about this since I got the ability and honestly  all the options in my head sounded neat but I wanted to see what my head  ghost had to say about it.

[Finally  remembered I was here huh? Though to be fair at least you're  interesting to watch. As for what the changes are and how extreme is  depends on a few factors. First the primary merging vector, obviously.  If you picked Whisper than whatever she merged with would merge INTO  Whisper.]

That  much I knew, it worked basically the same for all my merges, but  Crassus seemed like he was on a roll so I didn't want to interrupt.

[Second  the similarity to what she is, merging in an animal would give her  animal traits most likely, but if you merged her with a stone she would  probably end up as some time of golem hybrid. Merging her with another  person would result in her gaining their skills and potentially some  memories.]

I  raised an eyebrow. "Well that's pretty cool actually. So if I merged  her with like a big ass emerald she would turn into an emerald golem or  something? That sounds kind of hot." I kind of wondered what golem pussy  felt like. I had a mental image of clapping those fat green cheeks as I  shoved my into a literally molten cunt, assuming I could handle the  temp, and it was weirdly hot to me.

Crassus somehow projected the impression of an eye roll despite having no eyes, his voice sounding exasperated.

[I'm  sure you'll be able to sample the carnal delights of women made of  literal stone at some point. Regardless the results have one more large  factor, which is rank. As you know the rank of a merge is an average  between the rank of both ingredients, unless they're of the same rank in  which case you can consider it pure benefit and it usually pushes them  up to the next. The power and integration of the changes depends on this  point especially in some cases, like the aforementioned golem hybrid.]

It  took me a second but I got that. "Oh, so a G rank golem girl might  still be soft to the touch and have more human characteristics whereas  an I ranked one might be like a moving statue. Gotcha. What about  raising their rank after that merge though. Do I have to keep tossing  random crap into her and making her part other stuff to boost her up?  Because after like ten ranks that sounds like an obnoxiously complicated  process." I didn't want to end up with a gem racoon bear sword kitchen  mixer hybrid or some shit.

[That's  actually not an undue concern, but ti's easy enough to get around.  Simply merge her with higher tier versions of whatever you already  merged her with. If you merge two low rank emeralds you'll get a higher  rank emerald. Adding a secondary trait isn't necessarily a bad idea but  getting too complicated can have unusual results. Your best bet to get  her decently high ranked to begin with is to merge her with something  you merge of a higher rank to begin with.]

I  made a sound of agreement. Whisper was a unique opportunity to  experiment and make a totally new species. I didn't need any serums or  mutagens, just something incredibly powerful. Or at least something  incredibly interesting. I could go to F rank with the materials and  Whisper herself would only end up being high H or low G depending on the  power of what I made. Which meant I needed to come up with something  fucking awesome for her. Still, F rank meant multiple ranks of inputs to  work with.

Crassus didn't  interrupt and I decided to start designing something mentally even if I  couldn't see the actual results until I tried the merge. Luckily, I had a  rich submissive yandere slut, so I texted Whisper a list of materials I  wanted her to bring over, an promised her a unique reward if she  managed it within the next few hours. I tinkered with a bunch of ideas  before I settled on what I wanted and once I sent the text all I could  do was wait.

Apparently  the Religion of Crime has pretty good sources for acquisition because  she showed up about three hours later with a trunk full of the things I  asked for and an aura of anticipation. I had her bring everything  upstairs and lay it out in my room before sitting back on my couch to  look her over. She'd worn a green dress that worked well with her red  hair and rode up her thighs, pushed to absurd levels of shortness by the  wrecking ball cheeks stretching the back. I looked at her seriously.  "Do you want power, Whisper?"

Her  pupils dilated. "I want...to be of use my lord. I want to please you.  If you wish me to have power I'll accept any you offer, if you want to  cripple my limbs and hang me from the ceiling to serve as convenient  holes for your rutting I would be overjoyed. I live to experience your  will." That was...unsettlingly hot. Apparently she took this god fetish  seriously, though I suspected the explosive mind shattering orgasm  barrage had reinforced this behavior a bit. Still, crazy or not she was  mine, so I offered her one last chance.

I  made sue my tone was serious as I informed her of what I wanted to do.  "I've decided to remake you in the image I want, Whisper. To create  something new from you. I don't know what this will do to your mind or  personality, though I believe you'll come through intact. I looked her  over. That said you've been enthusiastic and accommodating so far, and I  find myself reluctantly charmed. So I'll let you decided if you're  willing to go through with this. If you're willing to be transformed by  your god."

She  fell to her knees. "I live to serve you lord. It gladdens my heart to  know you're fond of me, but the things you do to me." Her eyes teared  up. "You make me feel so whole, so complete. To be taken in hand by my  god, to be shattered mind and body and used for your will. I've never  experienced joy or pleasure like what you did to me. Never felt  so...right. I have faith my lord, for the first time in my life I have  true faith, and I believe that whatever I become will only be better  able to serve."

It  occurred to me then that Whispers life was probably very sad before she  met me. She'd mentioned a few times that she got her ass early and  alluded to be sexually trained from a young age. I...wasn't sure Whisper  knew what actual happiness felt like. Part of me was angry about that.  Not because she was abused or mistreated, that happened all the time,  but because she was MINE. I walked over to where she knelt and jerked  her chin up to look at me. Her lips parted as she stared up at me with  complete trust.

I  was a bastard, but I tried to generally take care of those who took  care of me. I ran a thumb over her lips. "You are  MINE. You know this."  I felt the Brand burn in my mind. "I can't change your mind, can't  alter your sense of self with this mark, but some part of you is going  to hear what I say next and agree with it. Even if it's just your brain  dumping dopamine when you think in a positive way about this. I'm going  to use you. Use your body, your mind, probably your soul. I'm going to  make you something else, something perfect."

She  shuddered at my touch, her eyelids fluttering. "I'm telling you this  because I want you to understand your worth. You're going to be the  first of my remade servants, the first being to ever be reshaped by my  desires, and that makes you precious. You're going to be my treasure,  Whisper, my beloved possession. I'm going to parade you around in front  of my enemies and watch them gape in jealousy and awe at the beauty of  what I've made, and when I do, I want you to know that they're looking  at YOU."

Her eyes began to tear  up slightly, not from anger or sadness, but from joy. I can't say what  drove me to do that, to make her feel wanted and adored, but Whisper was  MINE and it didn't sit well with me that one of my possessions should  be considered less valuable than it was. I was going to make her my  masterpiece, and no one was going to look down on what I did, not even  her. Even as I thought that I saw the Brand glowing through her dress.  It looked so good on her. I shook my head, banishing the thoughts.

I  turned to regard all the things she'd brought. My list was extensive  and varied, some of this I'd need, some I wouldn't. There were piles of  items there and based on a quick check of my GP they weren't all junk.  I'd received a few thousand points for all this, bringing me up to  fifteen thousand even. I scanned over the various items. Jewels,  animals, food, Whisper must have mobilized quite a few of her lackeys to  get all of this. I turned to the panting redhead. "I want to think over  the changes before we start. You've done a wonderful job Whisper, what  kind of reward would you like?"

I'd  promised a 'unique reward' but that was the transformation, and she  really had gone all out. I wanted to offer her something genuine for her  good work. She shook her head with a happy smile. "This is my purpose,  lord. I live to serve. My greatest reward is knowing I've been of use." I  looked down at her smiling face, and considered what brought us here,  what had driven this broken, crazy, beautiful woman to become this  person kneeling in front of me, and decided that I was going to take  care of her. I knelt down to kiss her softly, feeling her mewl against  my lips. Now, time to turn my new treasure into something completely  unique. After all, I had to have all the best toys.