At home and in a bad mood, but nothing that can’t be…repaired.

They missed the good Dr. Verma at her work, but they caught up with her at home, carefully timing it so they reached her door unseen. Fortunately it was far enough back that the time they lingered there waiting for her to answer it was shielded from prying eyes. Her shriek was dampened by the sound dampener Ultraboy had carried with him for precisely this reason and her blow at the expertly trained futa prompted a response that would have knocked her to the ground and dazed her in preparation of a savage fucking if Ultraboy hadn’t intervened at precisely the right moment, pulling on her leash and causing the slight woman to stumble against him, her curves squishing pleasantly against his hard muscled body.

He wrapped an arm around her and slapped her ass hard enough to make it jiggle and the noise echoed. Nishi squealed, unused to such things and Ultraboy smiled at the beautiful Indian doctor. She was dressed in business casual clothes after a long day at work, though her lab coat had been left at work, leaving a tight white shirt that contrasted beautifully with her brown skin, the knee length black skirt and stockings drew the eye to her legs almost as well as her dress shirt drew the eye to her tits.

“Dr. Verma, I apologize for arriving at your home unannounced, however…events required certain discretion.”

“You caught her!” Those full lips shaped the words and her dark eyes were filled with something like triumph.

“Indeed, and as a result I think we’ll be able to assist with your research. However, word of this cannot get out, there’s too much risk that someone who’d lost loved ones wouldn’t realize her…value.” That was true. More critically, it might raise questions about Ultramom and the Ultimafuta’s absences. “Also, I hate to be…impolite, but how precisely did you know this was her? She usually wears a mask, after all.” And though her outfit was somewhat revealing, the skirt was loose enough to conceal the cock swinging between strong thighs.

“My brother managed to knock the BITCH’S mask off, before she transformed him.” An elegant hand rose automatically to her lips and he saw a sheen there that had become all too familiar in the past hours…cum. Well, it was hardly a surprise, she wouldn’t have left the futa who had been her brother in a lab, or in the care of strangers and as he’d seen, they needed…assistance.

“And you didn’t transform her as well?” Ultraboy asked Nishi.

“She has no powers, it would have been dishonorable to fight her and she was not worthy of my cock.” Nishi explained, her slight accent strengthening in those words.

“How can I know this is real and not an attempt to find out how far along my research is?” Dr. Verma asked, reversing course with startling rapidity as Ultraboy explained the situation, as it seemed too good to be true.

That was a good question and a hard problem, how to prove his honesty? Well, the simple solution was to give the problem back to her. “How can I prove it to you? What will prove it to you?”