Paramour Powers: Phallica, The Complete Series!

Four years after it began, the Phallica series has finally been concluded! See what fate awaits our superheroic cock controller! This book collects touched up versions of the four episodes still free on this site, and adds a final three-part storyline that dives deep into the wider elements of the setting!

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I'll confess, my plans for the Paramour Powers project basically imploded. Phallica was intended to be just one of a handful of mini-series and one-shots that were going to culminate into a big team-up adventure special that would close off the whole thing. Unfortunately, the other titles just never came together for me, and Phallica just kept getting stuck as a result. Ergo, to finish this series off, I just had to push forward with a different version of her story path. 

As mentioned in the book's forward, this mini-series is much more a superhero story than an erotica one; despite the nature of Phallica's powers, there's very little actual sex involved, and what's shown is a focus on Phallica trying to creatively apply her powers to solve problems over trying to make a titilating scene.

Despite this, I hope it will still be enjoyable, and satisfy those who have enjoyed the series thus far!

Phallica #4

 We appeared on another rooftop on the other side of the city, in the middle of an older, run down business district. I could already hear the sounds of fighting in the distance. Screams of rage echoed between the buildings, and I saw flashes of fire coming from between some buildings almost a block away. Police were already cordoning off the area, the few pedestrians out this late fleeing the scene.

Ring Mage cast out his vision rings, one of them appearing in the sky over the battlefield. A small golden ring appeared over my left eye, and I jumped as I was suddenly given a view of the action.

He tapped his ear. “I’ll stay in touch,” he said. “You stay here. Do what you can to subdue our opponents, but don’t alert them to your presence.”

Phallica #3

Dispos.garlic turned out to be a tremendous pain in the ass to actually use. Firstly, it could only be accessed via a unique browser that you had to download through a torrent, which you could only find the link to via a few other Deep Web sites. I spent half a day just trying to find the file, then another day downloading the thing on the slowest download rate I’d ever seen, then another half a day trying to get it working on my computer.

When I finally got the damn thing to function, I was just confused. I had to assume there were middle men actually coordinating everything, because there was no possible way your average person could just log on and know what they were looking at.

Even accessing the site was almost impossible; the address changed weekly. Only certain people had access to the constant updates, people with connections who then had other people spread the word at certain seedy locations. From there, people interested in a quick hit of dirty money had only a couple days to scope the site, figure out what jobs they could do, and try to check in.

Phallica #02

I spent the rest of the week finishing my finals and staying out of trouble like a good girl. With this semester finally over, I had a few months of just needing to work my part-time job, and otherwise being free to not involve myself in ridiculous superhero shenanigans. That’s what I told myself anyway.

I knew I shouldn’t have jinxed it.

Phallica #01

It was way too late for me to be out and about. I was way too old to be dressing up in black spandex and a domino mask and go running around in the bad end of town. I was way too out of my depth to be hiding in a warehouse trying to do some kind of sting operation on a drug deal. I should have been back at my apartment, studying for my finals. But that was the thing about being a college student living on your own, your parents weren’t there to force you to be good. At twenty-one, I shouldn’t need my parents to do that anyway. But then, I also shouldn’t have mysteriously gained the power to psychically control penises.

You heard me.

In a world where it seems like one in every million people end up with crazy super powers, that still leaves… uh… wait how many people are there in the world? Six-point-three billion or something? So, that still leaves several thousand people with super powers running around. And I’m one of them. And I get something ridiculous like being able to give men boners with just a thought. Still, I’ve heard of worse. There was that one crook who got the power to change the color of their skin. He thought he could use it to camouflage himself. He didn’t think about the fact that his clothes didn’t change with him.