Author’s Note: this is part 3 of a multi-part story. A summary of events so far appears below, in italics. Otherwise, skip to the plain text to start reading. Send feedback to violatoremail@gmx.com.
Our Story Thus Far: at the bidding of Nightmare Witch, the Geek has infiltrated the heroines' base – having been transformed by the sorceress into the guise of Danger Man, a famous, mighty and absurdly well-hung hero who was sent to ‘inspect’ them, and who she has captured. Now, having abused his official authority to force the heroines to split up and Ms. Americana to begin scrubbing the floors at his very feet, he has wandered off to initiate his infiltration of the heroines’ systems – starting with the pussy of Americana’s own sidekick. His special stick conquers Flag Girl's computer system, as his dick conquers her pussy. However, just as Flag Girl has started to give her heroic idol a thank-you blow-job for impregnating her teen belly, the door of her room suddenly opens and Got Gal storms in…
For just a moment, the only motion in the entire room was the shaking of Got Gal’s enormous breasts inside her straining white bra cups. Then the door wooshed shut automatically, an inch behind her jutting scantily-clad buns, and that noise suddenly broke the spell.
“Flag Girl!” Got Gal gasped. “What are you doing?!”
“I… I can explain!” the Geek said. Then he blinked, as he realized it was not his name the outraged woman had screamed. Neither of them, in fact. This was new territory for him. “What?” his booming voice gurgled, shocked.
But as he was busy goggling in surprise Flag Girl, with a loud slurping moan, slid her mouth up and off Danger Man’s enormous spit-glistening schlong until finally her lips popped free. “I’m sorry!” she promptly gasped, her pretty face whirling to gape up at Got Gal in dismay. Her luscious lips hung open, and quivered... their luscious pink petals festooned with several hanging tendrils of the same drool that glistened upon Danger Man's penis from his base all the way to his tip.
“What… what is going on here, young lady?!” Got Gal demanded. She put both hands upon her buxom scantily-clad hips and glared… though she was not quite able to keep her eyes from darting over repeatedly, lips trembling in shock each time, to the gargantuan and rock-hard heroic cock that swayed just behind the teen heroine's pretty blushing head.
“I… I was naked and showering,” Flag Girl whimpered, trembling upon her knees before hero and heroine alike, her face bright red. “Danger Man came in and… and I just couldn’t help myself.” Her voluptuous hips wiggled, in exposed dismay, atop her bare little heels. “I… I threw myself at him!” the shapely teen confessed, in a quivering wail.
“And began sucking his cock?!” Got Gal demanded, her face filled with fury and her fists trembling upon her own insanely curvy, panty-clad hips.
As one, hero and sidekick took a deep breath. At the same moment it finally occurred to both their rather sexually-inexperienced brains that they had not been caught in what could, just as easily as the afterglow of sex, have been the lead-up to it. Turning their eyes, they shared the briefest of breathless, wide-eyed glances. Then, they swiftly turned their gazes back to the huffing, outraged Got Gal.
“Yes,” Flag Girl whispered softly. Her hand rubbed, gingerly, over her flat, well-filled belly. She licked her lips. “I... I sucked his cock,” she said, sidling her thighs craftily to make sure Got Gal could not see the pearly trickle drooling out of her cunt. “And... and nothing else...”
“She… she threw herself at my feet and just went for my dick,” the Geek promptly corroborated, eagerly throwing Flag Girl under the bus to save his own hide. “I’m sorry, Got Gal,” he said. “I would have stopped her, but she was very quick, and I thought I would hurt her if…”
Got Gal raised a hand. Instinctively, the Geek’s rumbling voice trailed away, allowing itself to be silenced.
“I’m not accusing you of anything you, Danger Man,” she said.
The Geek’s eyes went wide inside his new square-jawed handsome head. “Y-you’re not?” he asked, shocked.
Got Gal shook her head. “T-trust me” she said, “I know how young heroines can be.” She allowed her eyes to dart up and down his towering muscular body, and took a deep breath. Then, face hardening, she swept her gaze back to Flag Girl. “I am really disappointed in you, young lady!” she said. Raising a hand from her curvy, scantily-clad hip, she pointed it angrily down into Flag Girl’s face. “You should know better! You... you should at least have used a condom! Even for a blow-job!”
“I’m sorry!” Flag Girl moaned. She bowed her head, her cheeks bright red. “Please,” she whimpered, wiggling upon her well-filled haunches. “Please, don’t tell Ms. Americana…”
Got Gal heaved a heavy sigh. “I won’t,” she finally said. Her face darkened, as she saw a brief look of relief appear upon Flag Girl’s pretty face, like a high school cheerleader who had just learned her bad behavior would not get her cut from the squad. “Which does not mean I’m going easy on you!” she snapped, waving her finger in her face. “I’m going to keep your secret to save Ms. Americana the shame of your actions, not you! I will punish you myself... later.”
Flag Girl squeaked, and trembled in fear.
Got Gal turned back to Danger Man. “But first, if you don’t mind, Danger Man,” she said, “I need to have some words with you about this. In private.” Her eyes flicked back down to the kneeling sidekick, and glared, her fists trembling with suppressed anger upon her buxom, scantily-clad hips.
Instantly, the Geek's natural paranoia exploded. ‘Fuck!’ he thought, heart suddenly pumping beneath his newly massive pecs. ‘I knew it was too good to be true! She knows, after all, and just wants to get me away from the vulnerable sidekick before she exposes me before all the heroines, and they shove me in the brig!’ But he did his best not to let any of his panic show on the surface.
“Okay, Got Gal…” he said, buying time.
“Thank you,” the mighty blonde said, and turning, began to saunter back out the door.
The Geek briefly considered seizing Flag Girl as a hostage, but then thought better of it. ‘Better to play my cards close, until she lays out hers,’ he thought, his mind racing. The way Got Gal’s voluptuous scantily-clad bottom swayed enticingly before him as she gracefully receded did not hurt. He turned, and got one last look down at Flag Girl.
The shapely blonde teen was waiting for his gaze. “Thank you,” she instantly whispered, softly. And, pretty blue eyes blinking up into his, she delicately lifted his massive bloated cock with one hand, and pressed a grateful kiss to it, just below the crest of his cock-head. Then, with a last sigh, and a wistful stare, she let it go, and watched it dangle back between his mighty legs.
“Don’t mention it,” the Geek whispered back. Reaching down, he tugged his briefs back up over his huge moist serpent, until it was once more coiled almost painfully tight within. Flag Girl heaved a huge sigh, and licked her lips in sadness to see it go. Leaving her behind, the Geek turned and eagerly followed Got Gal’s magnificent swaying behind out the door… and, he thought with a gulp, to his potential doom.
When the door closed behind them, Flag Girl was left kneeling alone, naked, in the darkness. She heaved a huge sigh, and going up high on her knees, put both hands down to rub eagerly over her tender, aching, post-coital belly. “Yes…” she sighed, smiling sweetly, as she thought of Danger Man’s cum welling up inside her, growing closer and closer to its precious target. “What my mentor doesn't know about, she can't force me to get rid of,” she cooed. “Until it's too late,” she added, her lips curling up with pleasure. Purring with satisfaction, she stroked her fingers slowly up and down her flat silky supple tummy, almost as if giving Danger Man's little swimmers some mystic guidance to their destination.
Then, with a sudden gasp, the little kneeling teen opened her eyes and darted her head first one way and then the other, her pretty face twisting in confusion.
“Wait…” she whimpered softly. Seeing nothing one way, she whirled her head the other, one hand lifting up to hover in dismay before her luscious lips. “Wait…”she repeated, louder, her eyes blinking wide. “Where… where are my panties?!”
Grinning, as he emerged back into the bright hallway, the Geek surreptitiously tucked Flag Girl’s stolen bikini deeper into the bulging pocket within which it was concealed.
‘If I do get out,’ the Geek thought to himself, as he surreptitiously snapped the pouch closed behind Got Gal’s hourglass-shaped back. ‘I got to make sure and smuggle out a trophy or two. Otherwise, ain’t nobody going to believe what pussy I fucked after Nightmare Witch changes me back!’
On cue, in the middle of the hall, Got Gal turned, and put her hands upon her hips, looking at him.
“What did you want to talk about?” the Geek asked. ‘Here it comes’ he thought, bracing himself.
One leg arched up before her, Got Gal briefly studied the mighty intruding ‘hero’, one hand at her lips. Then, with a gasp, she dropped her hand. She shook her head. “In a minute,” she said, delaying. Turning, she pointed further down the hall. “Let’s go a little ways further down, to somewhere more… secure.”
‘She means the brig’ the Geek thought, gulping. He briefly eyed her jewel, which jostled back and forth between the torpedo-shaped tips of her gigantic jiggling breasts. ‘With Danger Man’s reflexes I might be able to grab it before she can react,’ he thought, ‘but the rest will swarm me as soon as she screams. No chance. Got to wait for an opening.’ Keeping his face as calm as possible, he gestured forward magnanimously past her buxom hip. “Lead the way,” he said. ‘Might as well get to stare at that insane ass a bit longer,’ he thought, dick throbbing inside his shorts at the thought.
Caught in the midst of giving him a once-over once more, Got Gal took a deep sharp breath. She shook her head, again. “No,” she said, gesturing him down the corridor instead. “I insist… you go first.”
‘Shit… she wants to keep her eyes on me!’ the Geek thought, swallowing heavily. But he made sure to keep all trace of his suspicions off his face, smiling beatifically at her instead. ‘Might as well try and lure her into a false sense of security,’ he thought. “Of course,” he said, and obediently started walking. Got Gal watched him pass her, closely, and then followed close behind, keeping his body where she could see it.
‘Fuck!’ the Geek thought, as, belly churning, he obediently walked towards his doom. ‘That nails it! She’s onto me for sure!’
At Got Gal’s direction, he proceeded down the steel corridor a ways, past another few heroines’ doors, before she suddenly stopped him. “This one,” she said, putting one delicate yet mystically mighty hand upon his shoulder. She pointed at an unobtrusive steel door. “We can… talk freely in here about… my concerns,” she said, having to pause for thought seemingly after every few words.
‘Doesn’t look like the brig,’ the Geek thought, mind racing. ‘But that’s probably just to avoid tipping me off.’ “As you wish,” he said, pleasantly, as if he were the most innocent and trusting man on the planet. And, steeling himself to leap into battle at a moment’s notice, he stepped forward and, as the waiting door automatically swooped aside, through into the dark room beyond.
Beyond he found himself, not in a secret brig, but in yet another steel heroine bedroom. This one was much bigger than Flag Girl’s, with a door leading into an entire separate en suite bathroom rather than the sidekick’s meager tube shower, and a huge bed decked out in red satin sheets. To one side lay a massive metal desk, with a sprawling workstation for the base’s computer system built in.
Almost every wall of the room was covered in beaming portraits of Got Gal herself. Got Gal accepting a medal from the mayor, its golden bulk hanging down between her enormous tits. Got Gal and her sidekick smirking smugly before a reporter’s microphone, a fallen Aberration lying trussed and snarling in the background. Mysteriously, and strangely, there were also multiple portraits of newswoman Tanya O’Donnel accepting various awards for her journalistic skills.
The only picture in the room not of Got Gal, her sidekick, or her apparent woman-crush Tanya, lay in a huge heart-shaped nightstand directly beside the bed. It was framed by fresh red roses, in two separate vases. What looked unmistakably like several large and fresh red lip-prints had been pressed adoringly and recently to its surface. Behind the kiss-marks, beamed the handsome twinkling square-jawed face of Danger Man himself.
The Geek breathed heavily, suddenly finding himself rooted to the spot. The sight of his own portrait, even by proxy, lying beside a gorgeous and busty woman’s bed nearly caused his brain to enter a mental blue screen of death. His boner, which had gone half-limp inside his straining trunks, was suddenly at full and raging attention.
“G-Got Gal…” he asked, softly. “What… what was it you... you want to talk abou-“
With a loud squeal, Got Gal surged forward and slammed herself into the mighty hero’s back. Wrapping her arms around him, she moaned in adoring glee, as her huge breasts rubbed furiously against his shoulder blades. Then her hands, wasting not a second, darted swiftly downwards… diving unerringly straight for her mighty crush’s luridly bulging package.
The Geek yelped in shock as Got Gal’s fingers seized hold of his huge schlong. Her face lying side-on against his shoulders, Got Gal whimpered and gasped in awe.
“Oh, Goddess of GOT!” she moaned, squeezing him through his tiny little super-shorts. “You're... you're so HUGE!”
Then, as her fingers traced upwards along his bulge, tracing his every vein and contour through the painted-on briefs, with a soft gasp she found a special treat. So swollen had the Geek's manhood already become, that his bulbous head, forcing its way upwards, had pulled his briefs away from his flesh, leaving a sliver of a gap through which his tender glans peeked through. Gasping in awe at her good fortune, Got Gal gave his tender tip a brief caress with the very tip of her finger. Then, with a hungry cry, she shoved her hand all the way down inside his shorts, wrapped it greedlily around his immense bulk, and began to furiously stroke it up and down his enormous twitching member directly.
“Oh... oh God!” the Geek gaped, his newly squared jaw dropping in wide-eyed disbelief. The sensations pouring up from his bulging, thrashing, distended little shorts briefly filled him with shock and wonder. Beset by awe at his own good fortune, for a moment his enormous muscular body could only tremble with pleasure as Got Gal's hand eagerly and furiously beat him off.
“Oh, goddess…,” the blonde heroine herself whimpered. “God… it's... PERFECT!” She squirmed with need, her huge breasts and sleekly panty-clad crotch rubbing hard against his flesh. “I… I’ve always loved you, Danger Man,” she admitted, trembling, ”but I never imagined that down here you were so... so... so HEROIC!” Her fingers caressed up and down his mammoth member in awe, tracing its myriad veins and marveling at its demolishing girth.
“Sh-shit…” the Geek said… even as his mighty new body quivered with pleasure under her desperate caresses. His lips cracked up into a smirk, as his wits gradually started to filter back, despite the delicious hand-job still racing up and down his long cock. “S-steady on, ma'am,” he said, turning his head and giving her a dose of his new booming Boy Scout voice. “Would it, uh…” His mind raced briefly to obtain a proper excuse. “Would it, er... calm your nervesto be given a closer look?”
Eyes opening wide, Got Gal blinked in shock and let out an astonished gasp. “You... you mean it?!” she asked... even as her fingers traced, a little more gently, up and down his immense veiny shaft.
“Ab-absolutely,” the Geek rumbled – still having a bit of difficulty controlling his voice what with what was going on inside his shorts.
With some reluctance, he reached down, seized her naughty hand by the wrist, and and pulled it up out of his trunks. Whimpering in dismay, Got Gal's fingers briefly coiled tight around him before loosening and reluctantly letting go. Turning, he pushed her back gently. Stumbling, dazed, the huge-breasted blonde waddled backwards slightly, until her jutting bikini-panty-clad ass pressed up against her door. At the press of her hot bubble-shaped buns to cold steel, Got Gal took in a sharp and startled gasp and shook her pretty head slightly, clearing it.
Trying his best to suppress a huge and not-quite-heroic smirk of evil triumph, the Geek strutted over to Got Gal's chair, slumped down in it, and then whirled to face her. Raising a hand, with a single finger he motioned her closer. Gasping softly, one hand to her immense heaving bra-straining breasts, Got Gal obeyed, her staggeringly buxom body slinking forward until she towered pneumatically over him. But from the expression on her masked face she looked like a student called to the carpet before her teacher. She folded her hands behind her voluptuous ass, and shifted it back and forth, squirming nervously before her idol.
No longer able to suppress his shit-eating grin the Geek reached down, peeled open his shorts, and unleashed his massive cock. After her shuttling hand-job it jerked straight up and out of his prison to throb before her, fully and painfully erect. Got Gal’s breath quickened, making her huge tits undulate before him in their straining bra, and she licked her lips, staring at it. Then, slowly, she lifted her gorgeous blue eyes to his face.
“I… I bet Flag Girl didn’t even know what to do with such a… a big manly thing… did she?” she asked, lips quivering and breathless.
“You think you can do better?” the Geek purred, smirking at her.
Breathing deep, Got Gal slowly nodded. “Yes,” she whispered. Her hand rose up and traced lightly at her glowing red jewel, which was nestled between her gigantic white-cup-straining breasts. “With these…” she added, softly.
With a deft flick of her fingers Got Gal popped her bra catch. The twin huge cups promptly flew wide apart, as her glowing red jewel went flying with them. The Geek gaped in awe as her enormous yet perfectly shapely melons came spilling forth to jiggle spectacularly directly before his newly square-jawed face. Got Gal’s tits weren’t just bigger than Flag Girl’s. They were bigger than Flag Girl’s head.
“Jesus…” he whispered softly.
At the super-hero’s gasp of awe Got Gal got some of her confidence back, and a smug little smirk slowly spread across her lips. “You like my breasts, Danger Man?” she cooed. Hands down and behind her, she swung her shoulders back and forth, making her gigantic naked tits sway and bounce ponderously before him like planet-size miracles of pleasure.
“Y-yes…” the Geek said, trembling. His wide eyes were like two giant telescope lenses filled with nothing but distant galaxies made up entirely of titty.
“You want to feel your cock between them?” Got Gal purred. She ran a single gloved finger, teasingly up and down the jiggling jostling cleavage between her enormous boobies.
“Fuck...yes...” Danger Man said, licking his parched lips in awe. Eying her huge nipples, he suddenly felt thirsty.
“Then ready or not,” Got Gal cooed. She smiled… while her fingers continued to tease him, this time by making swirling circles around her large, delicate pink nipples. “Here I come.”
Gracefully, still smirking, the buxom blonde champion sank to her knees. Putting her hands on his legs she leaned forward and, face smirking upwards, gently enveloped his tip between the huge swaying curves of her boobs. The Geek gasped, mouth quivering in awe, as he found his tip getting batted back and forth between their pillow warm surfaces – from one to the other and back again – before, enveloping him, they finally squeezed tight around his cock-head. He had never felt anything so magical in his life. Slowly, Got Gal lifted up upon her haunches, squeezing her breasts together, until nearly the entire of his foot-plus throbbing shaft was encased between her gigantic tits. And then, gasping in awe, she slowly began to pump her huge tits up and down his shaft, fucking him with her breasts.
“How… how do you like this?” she whispered. Her eyes were glued to his huge cock-head, as it rocketed repeatedly up out of her shimmying cleavage, nearly touching her chin at the apex of each stroke. She licked her lips, and trembled, her buxom kneeling panty-clad hips shaking.
“G-good,” the Geek groaned, as her titanic tits slid and caressed tightly all around his eagerly throbbing shaft. It felt amazing. But he didn’t want to let her off the hook so easily, and despite the silky smoothness of the amazing tits sliding up and down and all around him, they did rasp ever so slightly at the tender skin of his veiny manhood. “It… it could use some lube…” he said, after several more delicious tight-jiggling strokes.
Got Gal gasped softly, and licked her lips. “B-bottom drawer,” she said, softly, and blushed.
The Geek’s eyebrow went up. Reaching back, he did as directed… and, taking his eyes briefly off the magnificent sight of Got Gal’s jugs quivering around his shaft, looked back over his shoulder. A smirk spread across his lips. Inside the drawer he saw a couple of large vibrators… both of which were still considerably smaller, combined, than the massive shaft Got Gal was now playing with. Beside them a little excess leaking down from its cap, sat a large and half-empty bottle of lubricant. Seeing his smirk Got Gal gasped softly and averted her gaze, her blush deepening, but kept right on stroking him with her tits.
Grinning, the Geek retrieved the bottle of lube and poured a third of it into her tits. Instantly, the ride between her soft warm jiggling, tight-squeezed breasts ascended to yet another level of heavenly pleasure. The glistening lube promptly spread over her entire gigantic rack until both heaving jugs shone in the faint light, bouncing and heaving wildly upon his cock.
“How… how do you like that?” Got Gal asked, gasping as she slid her boobs up and down his lube-slickened monster of a cock.
“N-not bad...” the Geek gurgled through Danger Man’s lips. His hand trembling with a sudden and instinctual need, he snapped it out and seized the back of her gorgeous head. “Now get those lips down there and finish what Flag Girl couldn't!” he commanded her, and shoved her head downwards. Got Gal’s eyes widened… but rather than resist, as her head was forced downwards her lips obediently spread wide, enveloping his huge cock. Staring down at it in awe, she began obediently to suck.
“Oh, shit, YES!” the Geek groaned. Between the huge slick breasts quivering around his lower half and her straining slurping lips shuttling up and down his upper half, what he was feeling around his penis was like nothing he’d ever even imagined. But still, now that Got Gal’s eyes were safely down and out of the way he had the presence of mind to slip his hand down into his belt pouch and pull out his USB stick. With trembling fingers, he reached back and slid it blind into her machine. As with Flag Girl’s its screen briefly flickered as if in panic and then went dark again as his program took control. ‘Sucker!’ he thought, smirking, as he put his second hand up on the back of Got Gal’s bobbing blonde head and enjoyed her continuing deep, firm, slurping sucks.
Under the pressure of his hands her head slowly sunk lower and lower along his shaft. Her huge glistening breasts parted, quivered around his base, and then finally slid down to hang beneath her… bouncing and tickling at his balls. Her lips shuttled down until, cheeks blushing, she was nearly pushing them into his pubes. Yet eyes closed she continued, eagerly and obsequiously, to suck. Leaning back in his chair, his big dick getting sucked from stem to stern, the Geek groaned with pleasure. Over the top of her blonde head he had a lovely view of her ample buxom ass, squirming and wiggling about as she worshipped his schlong, clad in nothing but a tiny pair of white satin panties.
For several minutes Got Gal, moaning and blushing, gave a heavenly deep-throat job to the gigantically hung hero. Finally, she could resist no longer. Alternating between deep sucks, kisses, and light laps with her tongue, she slowly slid her hands back. Enjoying the swirl of Got Gal’s tongue around the upper few inches of his giant unit, the Geek watched with a smirk as the thumbs of Got Gal’s white gloves slowly slid up her buxom hips, and pulled out the hips of her tiny panties. She enveloped him in her lips and sucked deep, and he groaned with pleasure, his whole body twitching in delight, as he watched her tiny panties lift up off her silky soft flesh and slowly vanish down behind her buxom wiggling ass. Still sucking, the heroine whimpered as she pulled her panties down her thighs and then slowly squirmed out of them. Reaching out, she deposited them on the floor between his feet. Then, finally with a soft moan, she slurped her quivering lips back up his mammoth cock and looked him in the face.
They didn’t say a word. Her pussy naked and glistening, the heroine slowly ran her tongue round and round his immense cock-head. Then, at some unseen signal, both knew that the bargain had been made. The ancient pact between man and woman had once more been signed.
Slowly, still not speaking, Got Gal stood up over him. Her naked jugs wobbled back and forth ponderously in his face, drooling and glistening with the remnants of her lube. Reaching down, she wrapped her hand around his still hard unit. The Geek groaned as silently, using her tugging grip on his cock, she pulled him to his feet as well. Turning around, the huge-breasted heroine used her hand on his cock to lead the stumbling hero to her bed. Turning, she put his butt against it and her hands upon his arms, while her boobies also caressed him. She pushed him down onto her bed, and then climbing on top of him, straddled him with her buxom curves. Kneeling astride him, her huge boobies nearly filling his vision with their ponderous jiggling sway, she reached down and delicately wrapped her fingers around his cock. ‘Fuck… yes!’ the Geek thought, as Got Gal’s trembling hand slowly guided his cock upwards, between her thighs. Gorgeous face staring down at him, her lips opened and quivered in a soft gasp as her own fingers, trembling, slowly pushed him up until his immense bloated tip was cradled in between her leaking pussy lips.
Suddenly, at that exact moment, her door slid open behind her.
“Hey girl,” Got Chic’s voice said, as her voluptuous body stepped through the door and stood framed in silhouette. “Can you help me a second. I need to – OH! GODDESS of GOT!!!”
Gasping in shock, the buxom blonde heroine reeled around at the waist, huge boobs sloshing in her partner's face, to gape back at the now open doorway in dismay. Got Chic’s jaw also nearly hit the floor, her wide orbs filled with the reflected site of her naked mentor kneeling atop the hero’s body, her hand wrapped around his immense penis.
“Oh my god!” the sidekick said, her lip quivering and her face still frozen in shock. “You’re… you’re fucking Danger Man?!”
“I… I can explain!” Got Gal said, quickly. But, finding the shoe on the other foot, the mighty heroine instantly proved herself just as tongue-tied as Flag Girl. Fortunately for her, her sidekick soon filled the void.
“W-without inviting me?!!!” Got Chic squealed. Throwing some papers she’d been carrying to the ground, she stamped her foot and stood, face quivering and body shaking with outrage.
Got Gal breathed deep, her huge breasts sloshing above Danger Man’s chest. Then, glorious blonde hair spilling beautifully around her, she turned and looked down at him. She licked her luscious lips. Putting a hand down, she stroked it gently across his chest.
“Can… can I ask you a favor?” she asked, hesitantly. She licked her lips, and stroked her hand once more upon his massive pec. “A… a big one?” she added, softly.
Lying beneath her, the Geek gaped up at her in shock. Then, slowly he turned and looked at her sidekick. Got Chic’s voluptuous curves stood silhouetted in the door, showing off how epically buxom they were… especially for her teenage figure. The door finally slid closed behind her, and he could see her pretty dark face. Eyes glued to the huge penis waiting at the gates of her mentor’s pussy, Got Chic was licking her lips, and trembling in awe. Slowly, a huge smirk spread across his heroic new lips.
A short time later, in the control room of the Thunder Eagles base, Flag Girl sat upon a cold steel chair. She was naked. Her shapely young hips wiggled upon her cold seat. One hand on the console, she kept the other between her legs. She was breathing hard, her young eyes wide and fixed upon a screen.
Suddenly, she heard the sound of approaching boots. Head darting up, she gasped. Her little hands leaping upon the keyboard, she hastily swapped windows upon the screen.
“What are you doing in here?” Ms. Americana asked, as she stalked through the room. Throwing open a closet on the far side, she bent over and leaned inside.
“I’m… tracking Danger Man’s progress…” Flag Girl said, softly.
“Oh?” Americana said. Her scantily-clad ass, lifted high, wiggled back and forth as she rummaged inside the closet. “Is he making good progress?”
Glancing over her shoulder, Flag Girl’s wide eyes checked swiftly that her mistress was not watching. Then, she turned back to the screen, and tabbed back to her original window. Footage from inside Got Gal’s bedroom appeared live. Upon the large screen Danger Man’s mammoth unit was rampaging furiously in and out of Got Chic’s quivering, absurdly over-stretched pussy. Her gorgeous mentor, still clad in her white mask, blushed deeply as she pressed kiss after kiss onto the thick shaft and enormous balls ravaging her sidekick.
“Yes,” Flag Girl said, softly, staring in awe. She squirmed, and her hand, fingers moist, slipped back down between her legs. She wiggled, and let out a tiny moan of pleasure. “He… he’s making great progress,” she whispered.
As she watched, eyes wide, Danger Man’s gigantic unit slammed in one last time and held. It pulsed and quivered, and seconds later spurts of potent cum began to spurt from the edges of Got Chic’s conquered pussy. Moaning with pleasure, Got Gal herself leaned in closer and used her long, lustrously lapping tongue to delicately lick the cum from the edges of her sidekick’s vagina.
“Good!” Ms. Americana said, irritably. Finding what she wanted she stood up, a larger bucket in her hands. Breathing in sharply, Flag Girl quickly tabbed back to innocuous footage of two other bikini-clad super-heroines walking down a hallway. She watched, eyes wide, as her mentor stalked by, holding the bucket high. “Keep your eyes on him!”
Flag Girl watched, carefully, as her mentor’s buxom, skimpy-panty-swelling ass swayed and jiggled past, until its luscious contours had vanished around the corner. Then, breathing deep, she instantly tabbed back. She watched, eyes wide, as both Got ladies, sighing, worshipfully slurped up and down Danger Man’s enormous veiny unit. Under the delicate laps of their tongues, and the sweet kisses of their lips, the huge member steadily swelled. Within another minute of sweet service he was entirely hard. Gasping with anticipation, Got Gal promptly spread her legs, straddling him with her buxom jiggling hips and shapely thighs. Then she put both hands on her gorgeous head and whimpered, trembling in awe, as her own sidekick’s delicate hand helped guide the huge cock up into her waiting pussy. Then slowly, using her own thighs, with a single stroke, Got Gal sank her fertile hips deep down onto the mammoth schlong. Her head shot back and, though Flag Girl had muted the sound, she could feel the scream of awed deep-penetrated passion that burst from the mighty heroine’s wide-spread and quivering lips.
“Don’t worry,” Flag Girl said softly, as, eyes wide, she slowly slid her hand back between her legs. Her fingers, drooling with ooze, slid back up into her still cum-laden pussy. She whimpered, quivering helplessly upon her seat, and began to pant for breath a little faster. “I… I will…” she said.
A little while later, the Geek stood up, stretched, and then slowly slid his immense member back into his bulging hero-briefs. He smirked, with his new square-jawed face.
‘I’m really getting to like this new body’ he thought. His new super-human physique was proving quite gratifying. He’d fucked both heroines’ brains out, and shot massive loads of cum not only up each of their unprotected pussies, but also down their whimpering cock-chocked throats. Yet not only did he barely feel the worse for wear, his enormous unit, stashed inside his shorts, was already swelling up again and twitching, ready for more.
The same could not be said for his latest conquests. Turning, he looked back and grinned, evilly.
Got Gal and Got Chic lay side by side, their buxom naked bodies sprawled across the bed, their spread-eagled limbs interlocked. Were it not for the slow rise and fall of their immense breasts with their soft, exhausted breathing, one might think that their epic three-way with the visiting hero had literally fucked them to death. Between each heroine’s wide-sprawled thighs her once tight and pristine pussy gaped wide, ravaged and ruined. Twin waterfalls of pearly cum poured from them to soil the rumpled silk sheets beneath them.
“Don’t mention it, ladies,” he purred. Bending down, he seized up both heroines’ bikinis from where they lay discarded, side by side, beside the bed. He stuffed each in another of his pouches, and snapped them closed. “Anytime,” he added, in a mocking coo. Then, strutting over to Got Gal’s console he retrieved his equally triumphant stick, and inserted it back in his wrist unit. Not bothering to do anything else, as he studied the results he strutted out the door and into the hallway. The door closed behind him, sealing the impregnated mentor and sidekick together within the former’s now sex-stench-laden room.
As he walked along the corridor, studying the results, a thought suddenly struck him. He switched modes on his wrist device, and made a call.
“What?!” Nightmare Witch asked, irritably. She appeared upon the screen with her manicured head lying upon a pillow, and an annoyed look upon her gorgeous wicked face. “Don’t you have a job to be doing?!”
“In a minute,” the Geek said, dismissively, with his booming new voice in an uncharacteristic hush. “Quick question. In this body is the cum I’m shooting Danger Man’s, or mine?”
Despite her irritation at his impertinence, mystic curiosity made Nightmare Witch’s lovely brow furrow briefly. “Good question,” she admitted. She bit her lip, thinking it through. Lifting two fingers she waved them, producing a brief streamer of shimmering purple energy, and studied the patterns it made carefully until it had dissipated. “The spell alters your body, not your genes,” she answered at last. “When I turned your package into that of a stud, I would have enhanced your sperm as well. So you are likely to be shooting very, very potent seed indeed. But if one of your sperm were to wiggle its way into some unlucky girl’s egg, the genetic code it delivered would be yours, not his.” Her sultry lips curled up slightly. “And whoever she is she’s going to be in for quite a nasty shock, once the little bastard comes out!” she said, wickedly.
“Good to know,” the Geek said. Despite the veiled insult his own grin broadened at the news. Then, realizing Nightmare Witch would probably want a status report, he pre-empted her and gave one. “I’ve already wormed quite deep into the heroines’ defenses,” he said. Remembering his three deepest worming-ins, his moist dick twitched delightedly inside his straining briefs. “Now I need to access their mainframe. My intelligence indicates it is located deep inside their base, adjacent to their training facilities.”
“Excellent,” Nightmare Witch gasped, with some difficulty.
On her end of the call the buxom sorceress lay upon her sprawling circular bed, which was rimmed with skulls and bone. Her head propped up on a pillow and doing its best to look arch and imperious, she gazed into a mystically levitated tablet which served her as both camera and screen – and was simple enough for even one of her ancient years to operate.
But just outside its field of view, a box of tissues and tube of lube rested upon the white sheets. Her legs spread wide and the crotch of her costume pulled aside, the hand that had not given the mystic demonstration was busily pumping a large hot-pink dildo furiously in and out of her pussy. She shivered and quivered slightly from the tips of her twitching toes to the crests of her bare shoulders, while not letting anything but a slight betraying quiver appear upon her luscious red lips.
“Now,” the self-pumping villainess hissed impatiently into her own glowing screen, which hovered just before her face, “hurry up, and get on with it!”
“Yes, Witchy!” the Geek’s square-jawed face answered back. He switched off his wrist unit and his call ended upon the screen. The tablet’s view switched back, automatically… to writhing, pornographic footage of the fate suffered by the last heroine foolish enough to penetrate Nightmare Witch’s base. Driven by several tentacles, the unidentified, naked, and very busty heroine whimpered and squirmed… and seemed to be starting to get off on it.
“Oh, Gods of Chaos!” Nightmare Witch exclaimed. Lowering her free hand to join the one already working between her shapely thighs, she bit her lip and, whimpering, set about pleasing herself more vigorously. Beside her trembling buxom hip an array of a half-dozen more toys, each looking larger and more fiendish than the last, waited patiently. As she got in a particularly deep and devastating thrust, the gorgeous villainess shuddered, her beautiful head turning to one side and trembling with pleasure. “Good help,” she hissed, snarling lips quivering with her frustration, “is... is so HARD to find!” Then, increasing the pace inside herself, she turned back to her screen – upon which a third tentacle had just gotten up inside the naughty, and now distinctly orgasmically-moaning heroine – and, licking her lips, absorbed herself once more in much happier diversions...
To be continued...