A scrawny, nerdy white boy lays naked in his bed, lube and tissues on the nearby counter and ready for when he blows his load. He’s just downloaded the newest ebook form his favorite erotica author: Philo Hunter. And best of all, the new story is one of his Heroines Perilous World books, a setting full of horny fat-titted superheroines always finding themselves defeated and sexually used by their foes. It’s the kind of one handed read he lives for.
The young man lifts his Kindle up and opens the ebook, diving into the first digital page of the new read. A moment later he is shocked and confused as he reads a clear description of himself, laying in bed and preparing to read what seems to be this exact dirty story.
“That’s silly,” he mutters, lowering the Kindle. “There are plenty of horny, nerdy white boys that read this kind of jerk off fiction. It’s just a coincidence that it sounds like me.” With a laugh he lifts the Kindle back up and finds a word for word description of what he just said to himself.
Terrified, but now unable to look away, he keeps reading. “The young man doesn’t know it, but he’s about to be sucked into the very story he is reading,” the digital screen reads. “This lucky, horny reader is about to be transferred into Megatropolis where he will find he has the superpowers he needs to defeat and fuck any of his favorite superheroines. In a moment a portal will open and he’ll be able to choose the powers he’ll have for this none canonical tale.”
He blinks, his heart racing. He tries to read the next passage, but as he does so the screen begins to glow purple, the bright unnatural light obscuring the words on the screen. A moment later the glow is overpowering, filling the entire world around him and making him shut his eyes against its oppressive brightness.
A moment after that a powerful feeling of vertigo overcomes him and he can no longer feel the bed under him. The bright purple light fades, allowing him to open his eyes and see that he is now in a swirling void of purple energy.
Looking at himself he can see that he is still naked, but that purple energy covers his body. He suddenly is filled with the knowledge that whatever power is transporting him to Megatropolis now wants to change his very being and give him superpowers of his own. He’ll have to choose carefully though, as once his choice is made he’ll be stuck with it as long as he remains in Megatropolis. And he has the sense that his choice is not unlimited, that no matter what his power is there WILL be limitations to it.
He thinks hard, wanting to choose well. He knows that the superheroines in sexy Megatropolis are all powerful but with the right powers every single one of them can easily be taken down. That’s the main rule in the Heroines Perilous World: Even the most powerful super being can be defeated in mere moments with the right power or tech.
But I need a power that can help me defeat ALL of them, the young man flying through the void thinks to himself. When I get to Megatropolis I want to be able to fuck all my favorite heroines, not just one or two. Hell, I want to be able to fuck ANY heroine, not just my favorites.
He thinks hard, trying to remember all the villains that have defeated the various heroines in Megatropolis. They always win in the end, but only after being defeated for a time. His favorite villain was always The Gasser, a man with no powers but armed with a suit able to spray potent knockout gas and countless high tech gas grenades able to do everything from dissolve a heroines costume to make her tits grow.
“I want that,” he thinks. “But… like, I want it from my body, not from tech.” He starts to feel energy flowing into his body, but just as he feels himself changing he screams out. “Wait! I want more though,” he yells into the void. The tingling in his body stops.
He bites his lip and closes his eyes, picturing his other favorite villain from Philo Hunter’s stories: Cape Crusher. The villain was nearly unbeatable with powerful mind control pheromones. The only reason he didn’t come out on top at the end was because the villain was stupid and overconfident, but he’s certain he’ll not make the same mistakes.
Thinking about the pheromone powers AND gas attacks that could do whatever he needs them to the scrawny man calls out. “THAT’S what I want!”
Again, energy begins to flow into him. At first it tickles, but as it grows more intense the feeling grows more uncomfortable. It feels as though every inch of his body is being altered, not just outside but inside as well. His body starts to glow with purple energy as the feelings of change inside him become overwhelming.
He screams out, his body twisting in pain. A moment there is an explosion of blinding purple light and a rush of air. With a loud thud he lands on a hard surface, the impact dazing him for a moment.
Slowly the young man comes back to his senses. The purple void is gone and he now finds himself lying in a long, dark alleyway. Dumpsters and garbage cans line the brick walls up and down the alley overflowing with trash. In the distance he can hear the cacophony of a large city: honking horns and heavy traffic with the buzz of city life and countless distant voices.
As he rises to his feet he looks down to see he’s no longer naked, although he’s not really fully dressed either. He’s covered in strange rags that wrap around his torso and limbs and remind him of the loose fitting wrappings of a horror movie mummy. But the wrappings don’t cover his whole body; they leave certain sections open to the air. His mouth and eyes are uncovered and there are gaps in the coverings on the palms of his hands and his armpits and his ass and crotch are too.
He holds his hands up, looking at them. They seem… strange. Not his own. He feels taller and although he’s still rail thin he fills more fit, stronger. Looking at the uncovered palms of his hand he can see small dots on his skin. Staring at them they all open slightly, hissing and expelling a thick white gas. “Awesome,” he mumbles. The gas smells strong, gross and sweat and musky all at the same time. It reminds him of strong body odor, but more enticing like sexy cologne as well.
He realizes the wrappings around him must be his supervillain “costume” and that the areas left uncovered must be where his gas and pheromones can be expelled from. Sniffing he can tell that there’s now a strong smell to him, one that he imagines would be impossible to ignore the closer one got to him. That makes him smile as he imagines what his smell will do to the heroines of Megatropolis.
Looking down at his crotch he gasps. He had expected to see his cock hanging free from his outfit, but the dick hanging limply between his legs is most definitely not the one he is used to seeing. After a moment he remembers that his body has been changed. “Thank you,” he mutters, staring down at the significantly longer and thicker cock hanging between his legs. “I can’t wait to try this beast out.”
“That so,” a terse female voice says.
He jumps back, startled by the sight of a woman walking down the alleyway towards him. She’s a young white woman looking to be in her mid twenties but dressed like some kind of dystopian goth-biker gang member. She has on torn and ripped jeans and large black army boots and a black leather jacket. The jacket is zipped halfway up, showing off plenty of the woman’s impressively large breasts and leaving no doubt that she isn’t wearing anything on under it. She has a shaved head and is covered in piercings and tattoos. Around her neck is a leather collar covered in spikes and her face it accented with black eye makeup and lipstick.
“I know who you are,” the boy says, pointing at the glowering woman as she advances on him. She has a large metal pipe in one hand and is menacingly slamming it into an open hand. “You’re a member of one of Megatropolis’ themed gangs. What are they called…” he says, trying to remember the name.
“BTD,” the woman says with a smirk. “The Big Tit Dykes.”
“Yes! God, yes, exactly. Shit, that means I’m REALLY here in Megatropolis!”
The woman stops a few paces away from him, looking him over. “What are you, some weird new supervillain come to town to make a name for yourself? What you call yourself, Raggedy-Man? Ha! Well, if so screw,” she says, thumbing down the alleyway behind her with her pipe. “This is BTD territory and we don’t want anyone muscling in on our turf.”
She then looks at his exposed penis and smirks. “And don’t think you can take over the BTD. We’re a bunch of women that aren’t going to be into whatever weird shit you’re selling with your ugly dick hanging out. The name of the gang should tell you that. Now get the hell out of here, you freak, or I’m going to beat your ass no matter WHAT powers ya got.”
“Oh really,” he says, raising an eyebrow at the woman. His eyes lower to her exposed cleavage and he starts to think about how great it would be to use his new powers on this self proclaimed “dyke”. Maybe show her what she’s been missing all this time.
“Quite staring at my tits,” she snarls, lifting her pipe threateningly at him.
“Or what,” the man says, defiantly staring at the woman’s breasts and ignoring her weapon. He’s confident in his new powers and wants an excuse to use them on this woman.
“Or THIS,” she growls, lunging forward and swinging her pipe at him.
With speed that surprises him he ducks out of the attack’s way, lifting his hands and spraying two thick jets of gas into the attacking woman’s face as she stumbles pass him. She lets out a surprised groan then collapses onto the ground at his feet, her face looking dazed and her eyes rolled up into her head as her body lay limp and unmoving.
“That was amazing,” he mutters, looking at the woman lying at his feet. “Huh, amazing…” he mumbles. “That should be my name: Mister Amazing!”
He looks down at the woman again. Her leather jacket has come unzipped and her large breasts have fallen out the front. “Mmmm…. Those are some nice tits you’ve got there,” he says, staring down at them and feeling his cock begin to swell. “If I recall correctly no one is allowed to join your gang unless they can fill at least a double d bra, and from the looks of things you exceed those minimums by a couple of cup sizes.”
The woman shifts slightly on the ground, turning to look up at him. She seems to be struggling to keep her eyes focused and open and she wears a confused expression. “What did you… gas… can’t think straight… so weak.”
“You were about to get up on your knees and suck my big cock till it’s nice and hard,” he tells her, hoping the gas attack did more than just stupefy her.
“What?” she asks, looking up at him and furrowing her brow. “Yeah… yeah, I was doing that.” Slowly she gets up on her knees, her jacket open and her large tits hanging pleasingly down her front. By the way they sag pleasantly down her front there is now doubt in his mind that they are one hundred percent real.
She gets close to Mister Amazing and tentatively reaches up to grab his cock. As she wraps her fingers around it she turns away, a disgusted look on her face. “Why am I doing this? I fucking hate cock.” Before Mister Amazing can say something takes a deep breath in. He can see her pupils dilate slightly and her posture soften. “But its smells… so… good.” She turns back to his cock, holding the semi-erect shaft in one hand and lifting it up to her face.
Slowly, as if unsure if she is doing things right, she leans in with an open mouth and takes it into her mouth. She then wraps her lips tightly around the spongy cock meat and starts moving her head up and down. It’s clear she’s never sucked a man off before, but at least has the general idea of how it’s done. But how skilled she is doesn’t matter to Mister Amazing since the act of using his powers to make this lesbian gang member suck him off is kink factor enough to quickly get him hard.
He reaches down and grabs hold of her head with tow hands, leading her movements. “Good,” he mutters. “And suck in; make a vacuum with your lips around my shaft. Yes, like that. And press up against the bottom of my cock with your tongue. Oh god, yes, just like that! You’re a fucking natural at this… You just need a little more practice.”
Once she gets a better hang of things he lets go of her head, simple standing tall and staring down at her as she works his cock with her mouth. His eyes are constantly drawn past her face down to her large breasts as they sway and bounce as she sucks him off.
“So big,” he mutters. He’s always loved big breasts but all the girlfriends he’s had have had barely any. He’s always loved watching pornos where they fuck women’s tits, always wanted to try that. Staring down at her breasts now he realizes he CAN try it. While here in Megatropolis he can do whatever he wants to ANY woman!
He places a hand firmly on her bold scalp and pushes her head away from his cock, grabbing it with his free hand as it falls from her mouth then slamming his spit covered shaft down between her tits. It lands with a wet, meaty “thwap”.
The woman looks down, swaying slightly as if suddenly dizzy. “What… what are you doing?”
“I’m going to fuck you’re tits,” he tells her as he grabs her breasts. He gives them each a gentle squeeze, enjoying the feel of them in her hands. He loves the way her flesh is soft and his fingers sinks into her breasts bulk, yet the way the center mass feels thick and full and so solid. After groping her tits and pinching at her hard little nipples for a few moments he then presses her breasts in around his hard cock; shivering from how good it feels to have his cock enveloped by her firm, soft breasts.
A moment later his hips start moving as he holds her tits in place around his cock, starting to tittyfuck her. “Oh fuck, yes, this is even better than I imagined it would feel. It’s like being inside a pussy, but I can control just how tight it is.” He squeezes her tits tighter around him, humping faster.
The woman’s head is turned away from him, a look of utter disgust on her face. “You hate this, don’t you?” he asks her.
One of her eyes twitches. “Yes,” she snarls. “It’s disgusting and degrading. But… I can’t pull away. I feel compelled to let you do this to me. I…” she stops, biting her lip. “I want you to cum. When I was sucking your cock I could taste your foul precum and it was… I don’t understand but it was amazing. I want more. I’d do anything to have more of it. Even let you fuck my tits! And god… the way you smell, the way your cock smells. I never want to leave your side again.”
“Very interesting,” he says as he keeps humping her chest. “So my cum is highly addictive, and so are the pheromones I give off. Looks like I chose my powers well and I still have so much left to explore. But now,” he says with a grunt, “now I need to finish this. I don’t think I’m going to… Ugh… last much longer!”
A moment later his body tenses. With one final thrust up into her tits he feels his cock quiver and a moment later a blast of semen comes shooting out the tip. It rockets up, slamming into the woman’s chin then dripping back down onto his cock and her tits. Looking down at it he’s stunned by just how much there is. It’s by far the biggest load he’s ever released. It looks more like three men’s worth of cum not just one.
He lets go of her tits and moves to take a step back, his breathing heavy after his orgasm. But the woman doesn’t let him back away. Instead she doubles over, grabbing his cock with needy greed and lifting it to her mouth. With animalistic speed she starts licking and sucking it clean, getting every drop of cum off his softening shaft. She then pulls back and using her fingers to scoop up all the cum on her chin and tits, licking her fingers clean each time she puts them in her mouth.
The whole time she moans in pleasure and at one point even jams her free hand down her pants so she can finger herself while eating his cum. “Sweet Christ… so fucking good,” she mumbles between fingers full of cum.
Mister Amazing is staring down at the affect his cum has had on the former lesbian with a wide grin on his face. “I am going to love things here in Megatropolis,” he says happily.
“I wouldn’t count on that,” a woman’s voice says from behind him. Our supervillain spins around to see a tall Latina woman standing behind him, her hands on her shapely hips and an angry look on her face. She’s dressed in a skimpy outfit that reminds him of a stage magician’s assistant: a tight white corset that leaves her large plump tits pressed up and small black jacket with long tails that hangs open. She wears a pair of tight booty shorts with fishnet stockings covering her long legs and tall high heel shoes.
Instead of being horrified at the sight of a superheroine standing so close by Mister Amazing is overjoyed. “You’re Psychia, of the Megatropolis Amazons,” he says as if recognizing a favorite celebrity.
“Yes, I am,” she says. Psychia glances past him towards the woman kneeling on the ground still moaning and licking her fingers clean. “And that is the member of the Big Tit Dykes that I’ve been searching for all morning.” She looks back to Mister Amazing. “I take it you’re some new supervillain here to make a name for yourself and you decided to test your powers out on some stupid gang member before taking on a heroine?”
Mister Amazing starts to answer, but she holds her hand up. “No, don’t speak your denials and lies to me. I’m Psychia and I can get to the truth of the matter without any of your help.” She then places two fingers on her temple and leans her head forward as she furrows her brow. “Just need to read your mind real quick and I’ll be able to find out exactly who you are and what your powers are…”
Her voice trails off and then her eyes shoot open in surprise. “From another… world? One where we are all just part of some badly written jerk-off fiction? Impossible! Yet… I can see it in your mind. You… you know all about us, all about our weaknesses and all the filthy things that have happened to us!”
“That’s right,” Mister Amazing says, taking a step closer to her. “And I especially know all about you, Psychia. I know that the reason you barely leave the safety of Freedom Tower is that you’re as perverted as the supervillains that fuck your teammates. You’re addicted to being defeated and sexually humiliated, and when it can’t happen to you, you use your telepathic powers to make it happen to the other Megatropolis Amazons.”
As he speaks he advances even further on her. She slowly backs away, a look of horror on her face. “No… you can’t know all of that! What I saw in your mind can’t be true. Our world is REAL, not some masturbatory fantasy!!!” She starts looking all around her now as if searching for an escape. “I have to get away. Get back to Freedom Tower and warn the other Amazons.”
Mister Amazing laughs. “Oh really? THAT’S what you want to do? Not let me spray you with my gas so I can fuck you? Cause if you REALLY wanted to get away you would have already used your powers on me. Even now as I draw ever closer you could reach into my mind and make me stop moving or make me fall asleep, or nearly anything you could think if. But you’re not using your telepathic powers, are you? No… look at you. You’re just a horny stupid slut waiting to be fucked because you’re addicted to it.”
He takes another step towards her, lifting a hand towards her and spraying a cloud of gas into her face. With a grin of deep satisfaction the heroine breaths in deep, shuddering with joy as her eyes close. A moment later here yes shoot back open in surprise and her body begins to convulse, the gas having forced her to have a powerful orgasm. Her legs give out from under her and she starts to collapse but Mister Amazing moves forward and catches her.
“This is what you wanted, admit it or I won’t fuck you,” he tells her as he holds her up and starts groping her breasts through her costume.
Her body is still shaking as her orgasm continues. “Yessssssss,” she hisses through clenched teeth. “I wanted you to fuck me. I want more time to read your mind and see a world where me and my teammates exist only so perverts can jerk off to us being defeated and fucked. Oh god, I never imagined anything as deliciously degrading as that!”
Once she is done coming he grabs her, spinning her around and bending her over a nearby garbage cane. “Oh!” she squeaks as he grabs her shorts and rips them open with ease. Under them is just her fishnets, no panties. He rips those open too, leaving her asshole and pussy fully exposed.
She’s totally free of hair down there as all women with powers are in Megatropolis. The folds of her pussy lips glistening with the moisture of arousal. But it’s the sight of her puckered little asshole that draws his attention and makes his cock start to swell. “Never got to fuck a woman up the ass,” he says staring at her small, tight hole. “But I can do anything I want here. And I need to enjoy it while I can because I don’t know how long it will last!”
He grabs Psychia’s ass and spreads her cheeks wide open then spits down onto her asshole. She groans appreciatively. “You’re going to fuck me up the ass,” she says, her voice quivering with anticipation. “You’re going to fuck me up the ass while I’m bent over a filth filled garbage can. And you know how much I’m going to enjoy every moment of it.”
“Yes, I do,” he says as he grabs his cock and starts rubbing his hard cockhead on her puckered hole. He can feel it tighten under him then loosen as he starts to press into her. “And yes, if all the stories about you I’ve read are accurate, I am certain you will love every degrading moment of it.”
She moans in please as he forces his large cock into her far-too-small hole. He’s never tried to enter something so small and tight. He presses in a little, then pulls back out slightly letting her hole stretch to accommodate his size. Leaning into her and pressing her into the garbage in the can he slowly enters her further, inch by inch, till his cock is balls deep in her. Once there they both moan in pleasure at the feel of his large, long cock filling her insides.
He then grabs her plump, perky ass and starts fucking her hard and fast. She’s so tight… he never imagined an asshole would feel like THIS. The tightness is totally different than he imagined, tighter and oh so good and smooth. Every inch of his cock inside of her is being squeezed. And the inside of her ass feels just so right to his cock. Women were obviously meant to be fucked this way, of that he is now certain.
He doesn’t last long. Before long he is groaning and filling her ass with his cum. When he pulls back away from her body his cock practically pops out of her tight hole, a torrential fluid of cum pouring out as soon as his cock is free. Again he’s amazed by just how much semen he’s ejaculated, especially after having just gotten off so recently.
As he takes another step back Psychia’s body begins to shake again. It’s clear that as his cum has trickled down over her taint and onto her pussy she’s cum, moaning about how degrading and humiliating it feels.
“I want to lick the cum from her ass,” a voice says. He turns to see the gang member scrambling towards Psychia, licking her lips hungrily. He had totally forgotten about her.
Alright, Mister Amazing thinks, now I have to decide what to do with the two of these sluts.
“Psychia, get off that garbage can and come clean my cock off with that pretty mouth of yours,” he says to the heroine.
“What about me?” the gang member whines. “I want more of your cum too.”
“Patience,” he tells her. “Once Psychia here is bonded to me after licking all this ass flavored cum off my dick you’re going to be taking me to the rest of your gang and once there you and ALL your dyke friends will be getting all the cum you stomach.” As he speaks Psychia starts noisily licking and sucking his cock clean. “And you, my pretty little superheroine, are going to use those potent telepathic powers of yours to make everything go smoothly.”
* * *
The Big Tit Dykes’ like to hang out at a lesbian dive bar in the center of their territory. The bar is owned by the gang’s leader and most of the bar’s patrons are either members of the gang or their various girlfriends and whores.
The bar is only a few blocks away from the alley Mister Amazing and his new cum-tamed minions were in. On the way there the supervillain has the bald gang member tell him all about the bar. He finds out that the gang keeps a few thugs outside to act as guards, both from police or superheroine raids or from attacks by other gangs.
“Getting passed them will be easy,” Mister Amazing says. “In fact, subduing the whole gang will be easy.” He turns to Psychia. “Am I wrong in assuming you can mentally control ALL of them at once?”
“Sure,” Psychia says confidently. But after that her tone of voice changes, becoming more desperate and frantic. “And if I do that, if I’m a good girl, you’ll fuck me again and let me have more of your cum?”
Mister Amazing laughs. She sounds like a drug addict worried about her next fix. He slaps her shapely ass, “Sure thing, babe. Stick with me and you’ll have all the cum you need. Wouldn’t want it any other way, as it seems it will keep you loyal and obedient.”
“Oh yes,” both women say in unison.
Psychia continues, “I’d do anything to taste your cum again, even betray all my teammates.”
“Me as well,” the former lesbian gang member says. “Part of me hates it, but fuck… I’ve never tasted anything as amazing as your jizz. Just thinking about it and your cock makes me so wet! Can we please stop and fuck one more time before we get to the bar?”
“NO,” Mister Amazing says firmly. “Now get ready, we are almost there.” He turns to the gang member. “I want you ready to protect Psychia in case she misses someone with her telepathic control. Keeping her safe is your number one mission. And Psychia, you just get them all under your control so that they will do what I tell them, understand? We subdue the whole gang then the fun really begins.”
Soon the three are walking up the bar. The place looks run down with a row of motorcycles out front. Standing by the front door are two large women, both dressed in leather jackets and with shaved heads. One of them holds a large metal pipe, the other a metal chain.
“Jane, what you doing with these weirdos?” one of them calls out as soon as she sees the three of them. She glances at Mister Amazing, her eyes darting to the large exposed cock hanging between his legs. She turns her lip up in a grimace of disgust, “The boss won’t like you bringing HIS kind round here, you know she don’t like working with supervillains if they are men.”
“Never mind the ugly mummy-man,” the other says. “Ain’t that one of the Megatropolis Amazons with them?”
“Oh shit, it is,” the other says. They both lift their weapons up. “What the fuck is going on?”
Psychia lifts a finger to her temple and raises a hand towards them. “Relax,” she says in a soothing voice. “There is nothing to worry about. You’re going to lower your weapons and let us inside, following us in and locking the front door behind us.”
The two gang members look angry but a moment later a look of total serenity comes over their faces. Their weapons lower and their bodies relax.
“Yes,” one of them says in a dreamy, distant voice. “We’re going to let you in.”
“And then follow you in and lock the door behind you,” the other says.
A moment later the five figures are inside. The bar is full of gang members, all with large breasts, leather jackets and shaved heads. There are women not in the costume spread throughout the bar and all of them are dressed scantily and hanging off gang members. Many of the women are busy drinking, others are playing pool. There is laughter and the sounds of loud conversation all around.
In the very back of the room is a large reclining chair, positioned as if it were a throne. Sitting on it is the largest, bustiest woman in the joint. She is clearly the gang’s leader. “What is this shit,” she yells as she sees Mister Amazing come into the bar. “Someone’s gonna lose their left tit when I find out how a man was let into my bar.”
The entire room goes silent as every eye turns towards Mister Amazing. Some of the women pull out knives or grab glass bottles and prepare to use them as weapons. The crowd is so fixated on the man standing in their midst that none of them seem to notice Psychia.
She’s already busy working to control their minds, but with a crowd this big it takes a few moments. Her hand is on her temple and her face is squeezed into a grimace of extreme effort.
“Kick this loser’s ass,” the gang leader says, pointing at Mister Amazing. “Show him what happens to men stupid enough to come into MY bar. I’ll figure out who let him in later and kick their asses personally.”
It is clear that she expects a one sided fight to follow. He’s clearly a costumed supervillain, but he’s vastly outnumbered. For a moment it seems as though nearly every woman in the room is going to surge forward and beat Mister Amazing into submission. He stands his ground, unafraid, and simply waits.
The women begin moving towards him but then, starting with those closest to him and Psychia, they all begin to stop as if frozen in place. A wave of inaction spreads out from them, every woman who falls under Psychia’s mental control freezing in place then going limp, whatever weapon they hold in their hands falling to the floor.
A minute later and every woman in the bar is standing perfectly still, staring stupidly forward with their mouths hanging open and drool starting to fall from the sides of their mouth. The only women unaffected are Psychia, the two gang members now busy locking the front door, and the one already addicted to Mister Amazing’s cum.
“Almost too easy,” Mister Amazing says. He turns to Psychia. “How long do you think you can keep them all like this?”
“I don’t know,” she says through gritted teeth. It’s clear that controlling this many minds at once is pushing her near her limits. “For a little bit, but not too long. Not unless I can start letting go of some of their minds.”
He smiles. “Oh, I think we can arrange that. Once each of them has a taste of my cum you won’t need to control their minds.” He rubs his hands together, looking out at all the big breasted women and practically salivating as he imagines fucking each and every one of them. “Time to get started, but I think I’ll leave the gang’s leader for last. Make her watch me fucking at taking control of her gang one by one, knowing what’s in store for her at the end.”
* * *
Mister Amazing was soon having the time in his life. He had decided that this gang would be the first acquisition of a criminal empire; he only had to ensure their total loyalty. And to do that he would need to fuck each and every one of them to addict them to his cum.
He starts by making the gang members come up to him one at a time to receive his cum. He’d start with a blow job from each, quickly finding out that many of them must not always have been devoted lesbians. He enjoyed having the butched-out, big titted women kneeling before him, sucking him off.
He loved how it was clear that they hated doing it, yet thanks to Psychia’s mental control they HAD to do as he said. And then when he came everything would change. As soon as the women got even a drop of his cum on in their mouth their whole demeanor would change. They would hungrily keep sucking, drinking down every drop of cum as if it was precious ambrosia. After that they each, everyone, vowed to do whatever he said as long as he promised to give them more of his cum at one point in the future.
There were a few that were fighters. Even after tasting his cum they would be belligerent. For these women he would concentrate on his pheromones, finding with the right thought he could increase it. The heady male smell would hit them like a brick wall, leaving them woozy and stupefied. Then another quick fuck and a second dose of cum and they’d be as loyal as all the others.
Many of the women did seem to have no experience sucking cock. Once the mental high of making the woman suck his dick wore off he’d pull his cock out of their mouth and move on to their tits. Like the first gang member he had encounter none of them wore anything under their leather jackets and ALL of them had pleasantly large breasts. Within a couple hours he’d fucked more pairs of tits than he’d ever dreamed of.
He had to take a few breathers through the day but he found that his energy and sexual stamina recovered startling fast. And he seemed able to keep hard and fucking basically as long as he wanted. Once again he thanked whatever power had brought him to this world and bestowed these amazing superpowers on him. What’s more, he found that his balls were ALWAYS full of cum. Even if he had just ejaculated mere minutes ago he would be able to unload an impressively large load down a woman’s throat or all over her tits.
As time went on he found himself cumming on the women as much as he did in their mouths. Some women, ones he particularly liked, he’d cum on their tits or on their bald heads. After that he’d make some of the women he wasn’t particularly enthusiastic about fucking come lick the cum off, then go back to fucking the original woman a second time to ensure she received his cum too.
Some of the women had killer bodies, plump asses that needed to be slapped as he fucked them from behind. And as much as he was loving the seemingly endless stream of blowjobs and titjobs, he found himself craving pussy. So it was inevitable that he’d bend a few of the women over a nearby table or counter and fuck them hard and fast from behind.
Once he started fucking some of the women properly and cumming deep inside of them he discovered something important: the addictive quality of his cum was less effective on the women whose cunts he came in. After that he tried fucking a few up the ass and found this made women even less addicted to his cum. It seemed if he wanted to instill loyalty in a woman she needed to ingest his cum orally for the best results.
But that was no problem. If he came in a woman’s cunt or asshole he would just make sure she took more of his cum orally. He’d either fuck her a second time and make sure he unloaded in her mouth, or he’d keep her near as he kept fucking and then the next time a woman had a cunt or asshole leaking cum he’d insist that the other woman lick it clean. In this way he made sure not a single drop went to waste.
He never imagined being able to fuck so many different women in one day. Thin ones, plump ones, strong ones, tall ones, short ones. But all of them with big tits and shaved heads and all protesting that they hated cock till they had a taste of his cum, after that each one would be begging for more. They’d beg for more of his cock in any hole as long as it led to more cum in them.
Mister Amazing, living up to his name, fucked for hours slowly working his way through every member of the gang and even doubling back and fucking some of the hottest ones multiple times. All the while he made the leader watch. Early on he had discovered that the criminals had a tub of sex toys they used in drunken bar hall orgies at times. He made the leader of the gang grab a few and use them on herself as she watched him fuck and addict her gang one member at a time.
Only after she seemed utterly broken from seeing her man-hating gang all fucked and begging for cum did he turn to her. He had Psychia read her mind and find out the way she wanted to receive his cum the least (in her cunt) and fucked her that way. Finally, after cumming in her pleasingly tight pussy three times did he stand and declare the orgiastic fuck-fest over.
Almost immediately after deciding he was done a wave of physical exhaustion overcame him. His now loyal gang informed him of a makeshift sleeping area in the upstairs of the bar and he proceeded to head there to sleep. When he woke it was to find that he had an almost painful hunger. Soon he had eaten more than he thought humanly possible and was once more feeling like himself.
Psychia informed him that he had slept through the afternoon and night and that it was now a new day in Megatropolis. “I crushed my communication device,” she tells him. “It had a tracker in it. I knew once I stopped reporting in that the other Megatropolis Amazons would start looking for me. With no word from me in nearly a day and my tracker destroyed they’ll be sure to be out looking for me.”
He waves this off. “We’ll worry about Amazons when we run into them. No one saw you come here, and none of these women are going to let anyone know your here.” He pauses, looking at the women surrounding them. “Right, ladies?”
“Right, sir,” they all say in unison.
“Good,” he says. “Now, I think you all need to start making yourselves useful. Most of you need to go out and score me some quick money. I’d like to start building up a nice reserve of cash. I want to prepare for the biggest crime wave this city has ever seen, but we’ll need money to buy the loyalty of some of the other gangs and supervillains first.”
Mister Amazing spends the first half of the day relaxing in the throne like reclining chair, the former gang leader kneeling naked at his feet. She hadn’t done anything to him, yet he liked to keep her there as a sign of his new dominance over the gang. Once or twice he had a quick fuck, rewarding the gang members with cum as they came back with bags of cash. But for the most part he simply relaxed with his feet on the back of the kneeling ex-gang leader as he made plans.
Mid afternoon he hears a commotion outside that sounds like a fight. Just as he sits up the front door to the bar flies open, kicked off its hinges. Confidently a tall, strong, big breasted blond woman with thin red lips walks into the bar. She’s dressed in a revealing outfit consisting of a scandalously short black skirt and top made of strange metallic bands that cover her breasts but leave much of the rest of her skin exposed. The metal bands also run down one of her arms, the other left bare. The material looks to be metal, but it isn’t rigid and perfectly keeps shape with her body as she saunters into the room.
“Your little crime wave is over, Big Tit Dykes,” the woman declares loudly, speaking with an Italian accent.
“Lady Centurion,” Mister Amazing says happily. “I had forgotten you were still in Megatropolis.”
She turns to him, noticing him for the first time. She gives him a quick, appraising glance, her eyes stopping to linger on his exposed cock. “And who are you? The new leader of this gang? That… doesn’t make sense.” Her brows furrow, it’s clear she’s realizing something isn’t quite right here.
Mister Amazing stands. “That’s right, I’m the new leader of this gang. And pretty soon I’ll be the leader of ALL the gangs in this city.”
The superheroine laughs. “Oh really? That’s not very likely, not with women like me here to stop you.” She reaches an arm out, the one covered in the metal bands. Her fingers move as if holding something invisible in her hands. A moment later the golden metal bands wrapped around her arm start to morph, moving like liquid metal down her arm and gathering in her hand. Once there the metal starts to form into the shape of a large sword. A moment later the metal solidifies. “My Gladius of Justice will put you in your place, villain, no matter what powers you might have that have allowed you to take over this gang.”
The Big Tit Dykes all start to move to protect their leader, drawing their weapons and preparing for a fight. “Hold,” he says lifting a hand up and getting to his feet.
Psychia steps out of the shadows then. Lady Centurion looks to her, surprise on her face. “Psychia? What are you doing here? Is this man holding you prisoner?”
Instead of answer her she raises a hand to her temple, preparing to telepathically subdue her. Again Mister Amazing raises a hand. “I said hold,” he barks at her. Looking back to Lady Centurion he takes a step forward. “I want to beat her myself. Defeating superheroines is the main reason I came to Megatropolis, after all.”
Lady Centurion is powerful. Her super strength is enough to take on any ten men. She’s fast and can fly. And her gladius is sharp enough to cut through steal. She’s a deadly foe, but Mister Amazing is confident he can easily defeat her with his new powers.
“You came here to defeat heroines?” Lady Centurion says, lifting her gladius and laughing. “Unlikely. You may have found a way to defeat and control Psychia, but she’s a Megatropolis Amazon. The public might not be willing to accept it, but I know they are just a pack of pathetic sluts with extremely good luck. I’m a REAL heroine and won’t be so easily dispatched.”
As she speaks she slowly advances on Mister Amazing. He does the same, slowly advancing on her and lifting his hands up before him as he prepares to sends blasts of gas her way. The crowd around them pulls back to the edges of the bar, giving the two as much space as they can. Mister Amazing’s eyes narrow, barely visible past the layers of bandage like strips of cloth that cover most of his face. Slowly the two figures circle, watching each other and waiting for the other to make the first move.
“You know something, you stink,” Lady Centurion says with an upturned nose and a look of disgust on her face.
Mister Amazing chuckles. “You don’t even know the half of it.”
Slowly he edges in closer, pumping pheromones into the air. Lady Centurion notices is advance, readying her sword for the inevitable attack. She fails to notice that the smell coming off of Mister Amazing is slowing her reactions, dulling her mind.
He leaps forward towards her, hands outstretched before him. Lady Centurion takes a step back, lifting her sword up in to the air and preparing to take a defensive strike. It’s clear that she is being cautious as she has no idea what her opponent’s powers are. She allows him to approach her, hoping to land a quick blow and end the fight before it really begins.
As Mister Amazing nears her he reverses course, leaping back away from her. As he does this he sends thick jets of gas blasting out from his palms into Lady Centurion’s face. The busty superheroine is totally unprepared for such an attack and immediately throws an arm up to fight off the cloud of noxious gas but the action is totally pointless. The cloud of gas surrounds her head, impossible not to breathe in.
She stumbles back, coughing. “Gas! You fiend,” she calls out between coughing fits. It’s clear that she’s disoriented. She sways, nearly falling over and having to right herself on a nearby table. “What was in it?” she demands, haughty even as she struggles to remain upright.
“Oh, I think you’ll find out in just a moment,” Mister Amazing says with a smile. “From what I know about how this world works you should start feeling it right… about… now!”
Lady Centurion screams in discomfort, dropping her gladius and reaching up to grab her large breasts. Her face twists in a grimace of discomfort and she stumbles further back from Mist Amazing. “No,” she gasps through gritted teeth, “not this!”
As she holds her breasts it is clear to everyone in the bar that they have begun to swell and grow. She moans in pain, gritting her teeth and fighting to remain on her feet. She leans up against another table, knocking a few beer bottles off of it. “It hurts,” she cries, grabbing her breasts tighter.
As they swell and grow, slowly changing from large in size to huge, her costume seems to change to accommodate their groeth. The flexible metal becomes fluid, swirling and changing shape as her bust size increases. But as her breasts continue to grow larger and larger the material starts to run thin eventually becoming so thin it’s nearly transparent.
As her breasts grow to the point that Lady Centurion has to fall to her knees to support their weight the material finally retreats from her chest. Her entire metal outfit becomes fluid, looking like golden mercury as it all drips off her body and slides down into a pool on the ground. Once there it gathers up into a metal square, re-solidifying.
This leaves Lady Centurion topless, her now inhumanly massive breasts hanging free for all in the bar to see. The members of the Big Tit Dykes all begin to cheer and shout abuse at Lady Centurion, mocking her for her new unwieldy breast size.
The heroine breaks into tears, distraught and horrified at her own body. “You’ve ruined me,” she bellows as she sobs. “No one will take me serious with tits each as large as my torso! And they are so heavy I can barely stand!”
But as suddenly as she broke into tears they stop. With a shuddering sniffle she seems to regain her composure, her expression turning quickly form one of despair to one of anger. “I’m still Lady Centurion, defender of justice! I can still defeat you, massive tits or not!” She grabs her sword form the floor and moves to leap forward at Mister Amazing.
Even as she begins to rise everyone in the room can see that her attack is doomed to fail. As she begins to press up from the ground she thrusts her sword before her, bending her torso slightly and causing her massive breasts to shift. They move with thick, slow, fluid motions so large and heavy that they pull her entire body to the side. Even as she begins to leap forward their shift pulls her to the side, causing her to tumble onto her side with a frustrated scream of alarm, her sword clattering away from her.
As she falls Mister Amazing moves forward with superhuman speed, stretching a hand out with fingers bent as if to grab her. But he simply sends another blast of gas into the heroine’s face.
Lady Centurion reacts even faster to this blast of gas. Her eyes roll up into her head and she collapses onto the floor, her body convulsing for a moment before going limp. She’s left with a surprised and stupefied expression on her face, staring blankly at the ceiling above her as she lay unmoving on her back. Her massive, enlarged breasts stand like two fleshy mountains on her bare chest, the mass of flesh standing thick and tall yet soft and fluidly dripping down her sides all at the same time.
Mister Amazing stands above her, hands on his hips as he stares down at his handy work. “A beautiful sight,” he says. “The mighty Lady Centurion totally stupefied, her tits so enlarged they look… well, too big to exist. That strong of a blast of breath growth gas would have probably killed a regular women, but you supers are made of stronger stuff. Probably for the best the growth won’t be permanent; you wouldn’t be much use to me with tits this big. But, for the time being you can provide a pleasant distraction.”
As he speaks to her she continues to stare blankly at the ceiling, showing no sign that she can hear him. And as he stares at her gigantic breasts his cock grows hard, making it clear just what kind of pleasant distraction she is going to be.
He sits on her stomach, placing his huge cock down between her two mounds of tit flesh. He moves to spit on his cock then stops, tilting his head to the side as if just realizing something. He strains for a moment and then his cock secrets a strange slippery fluid. “Nice,” he says, “I can produce my own lube! Will the wonders ever cease?”
He grabs his cock, rubbing the stiff shaft into her voluminous, soft breast flesh. Soon his cockhead is being smeared on her large, swollen nipple. Her nipples, like the rest of her tits, have increased in size. Her areolas look as if they have been stretched too thinly over to large a surface area and the buds of her nipples are hard, engorged swollen masses of flesh. Precum leaks from the tip of his cock, mixing with the lube he’s secreted and turning her nipple into a slippery, slick mess.
Shifting to the side he returns his cock to the center of her chest. He reaches his hands under the soft mass of breast flesh and moves to press it all up and around his cock. With her breasts enlarged so much there is almost more tit-flesh than any one man can handle, yet Mister Amazing manages to eventually press most of her breasts around his hard shaft.
He then begins moving his hips, sliding his cock up through her pressed tits as he humps her chest. “Fuuuuuuck,” he moans, grinning down at the stupefied heroine. “I could do this forever.” He picks up speed, fucking her tits faster. He becomes hypnotized with the way ripples run through her fluid flesh every time he thrusts forward and slams into her tits.
“Her tits remind me of something,” he mumbles, watching the ripples of flesh fluidly roll through her mass of flesh. “I know,” he says, suddenly realizing what it reminds him of. “Her tits are so big and soft that the way they move, it looks like a fucking water bed!”
“You like this, you stupid slut?” He waits for an answer but Lady Centurion doesn’t answer, she simple continues to stare at the ceiling, her eyes open wide and her mouth hanging half open. “You know, I don’t really care if you do. You exist to please me, you ALL exist to please me,” he shouts.
The women around him begin to murmur, but he quickly shouts them down. “Not just you, you fat-titted bald sluts, but this whole fucking city. Hell, this whole fucking world! And it’s all going to mine, you hear me?” He’s screaming now, fucking Lady Centurion’s tits with wild abandon.
“I’m the most powerful thing this world has ever seen and nothing is going to stop me! I’m going to defeat and fuck every single heroine in this city into utter submission!” It’s clear he’s mad with power, getting off on the idea of conquering this fictional, yet all very real to him, world. He grunts in pleasure, his body bending over as his muscles tighten and he begins to cum.
He lets go of her breasts, quickly grabbing his cock and lifting it up so when he cums his semen goes shooting out towards Lady Centurion’s face. His load is huge, plopping down on her face with a heavy, wet splash. Much of the cum lands in her open mouth and as it does so her face comes to life. She blinks, moaning in pleasure and swallowing what’s in her mouth. As Mister Amazing gets off of her she sits up, greedily gathering up all the cum on her face and licking it off her fingers.
“More,” she gasps, her voice full of desperation. “Never tasted anything so amazing… I’ll do anything to get more of your cum. Serve you, do whatever you say.”
“There was never any doubt,” he says with a proud grin.
* * *
Mister Amazing sits in the large chair that he has come to think of as his first throne. His legs are spread wide open and Lady Centurion, her breasts now back to normal and her costume back on, kneels before him sucking his cock. Her gladius is gone. After her breasts had returned to normal she had retrieved it, willing the golden sword to become fluid and turn back into more of the gold-metal ribbing running up her arm.
Psychia stands nearby, her posture straight and her expression one of deep thought. She has been commanded to telepathically scan the nearby area to warn him of any other heroines that may approach. His gang has been continuing their crime wave, robbing nearby banks and jewelry store and returning vast wealth to him and he knows that other heroines will almost certainly follow some of them back to this base.
“You and you and you,” he says, pointing at three of the gang members that have proved themselves highly capable. “Head out to the other gangs. Tell them Megatropolis has a new crime boss and that they can either get in line or be destroyed. Offer them whatever amount of money you think will bring them under my control. If they refuse the offer return to me and we’ll figure out how to deal with them. If they accept bring their leaders back to me. Go, now.”
He places a hand on Lady Centurion’s head, grabbing her blond hair and pumping her head up and down his cock with savage intensity. A moment later he groans in pleasure and cums in her mouth, letting her drink it all down to ensure her loyalty to him.
After she pulls away he looks at her. “I have a special mission for you,” he says. “I’m confident that I can defeat any single heroine with ease. But I’ve read plenty of stories set in your world and I know most villains on a power trip are defeated, in the end, by a group of superheroines. I won’t allow that to happen to me. So, as the city’s only real superhero team, the Megatropolis Amazons must fall.”
Turning, he glances at Psychia. “I’ve already got one of them under my control. And the other four are certain to be out on patrol searching for her. Go find Archbaroness, the team leader. Bring that purple clad fat-titted slut to me. Tell her whatever you need to get her to come here alone. Walk her into my trap, understand?”
Lady Centurion nods. “And if I do this I can have more of your cum?”
“Of course,” he says. “Now get going.”
As she turns to leave Mister Amazing steeples his fingers, falling deep in though. “Now I just have to plan how I’ll take care of Archbaroness. She’s leader of the Megatropolis Amazons for a reason. She gets defeated as much as any superheroine here in Megatropolis, but she recovers so much faster than the rest. And she ALWAYS manages to get away and win in the end. I’ll have to be smart and keep on my toes if I’m going to defeat her and keep her defeated…”
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