Chapter Nine

“Pound me harder. I’m gonna cum again! Grab my fat titties, squeeze ‘em ‘til I fucking squirt!”

“I’m undecided if we should design a costume for you now or wait.” Colly spoke over Sarah’s wailing, scrolling on her tablet. “Mine is black and gold with a blue cape. Matching themes could be fun. Like couple's outfits. Isn’t that cute?”

“Why. Do I. Need. A Costume?” Zane huffed between cunt-crushing slams of his hips.

They were in the kitchen, breaking in the marble countertop. The elasticated girl had wrapped her elongating legs around his waist three times, locking them together. He twisted and molested her whopping melons as requested, shooting jets of intoxicating lactate onto the ceiling. She quaked like a magnitude nine on the Richter Scale, screaming and spasming around his hammering manpole.

“Yes, yes! God, yes! Keep fucking me!”

“You raise a valid point.” Colly tapped her chin contemplatively. She’d donned the little silk robe again. “Any unregistered super who appears in public wearing a costume is flagged as a vigilante or villain depending on their behavior. You’re not a combatant class either, not yet. Do you need more of my milk, Sugar?”

Zane couldn’t possibly drink another drop. His gut no longer existed– shredded washboard abs had replaced fat–but he was full to bursting with her cream. He wasn’t stupid; Colly understood her breast milk's effect on his physique and consequently tried to accelerate the process whenever possible.

Zane’s limbs were corded with fresh muscle, bulging and bunching with every movement. His torso became a sculpted masterpiece of masculinity. He could throw Sarah around as though she weighed nothing, smashing the rubberized nympho into the furniture and walls as they rutted like bunnies hopped up on MDMA.

“Oh yeah, ride me harder! You’re so fucking big it hurts… hyaa~! Make me your bitch!” The green-haired heroine keened, raking nails across his toughened skin. “Don’t stop… never stop!”

They’d shattered the dining room table–hand carved from a single piece of ancient elm–and he’d barely felt a twinge upon impacting the floor. Zane possessed durability and stamina far beyond the common man, yet Colly didn’t deem him ready to fight at her side.

That was frustrating.

Zane didn’t consider himself the violent sort, even as he lifted Sarah to pummel her uber-limber body against the dented refrigerator door, manhandling her by the neck. Cookware and appliances littered the tiles, smashed into unusability. He wasn’t some psycho spoiling to brawl, but he wasn’t a weakling anymore.

Still, Colly was the expert.

She only wanted what’s best for him.

He could wait. Fucking the city’s hottest, most admired superheroines while growing mighty on their transformative milk. His time would come.

“Cum! Cum deep inside me, sir… Aaahh!” Sarah pleaded, squeezing him with her cock-sheath snatch. “P-pull my hair and spray my w-womb! Please, sir…”

Sir.

Zane really liked that–it made him feel important. Respected. He couldn’t recall feeling that way before. Things were going to change…

“That’s right. Beg for it, you slut.” He snarled, raising a hand to slap her careening cleavage. “Look at these indecent tits! For shame,” he slapped again. “You’re nothing but a dumb whore addicted to my dick!”

“YEESSSSS!!”

“Goodness, Sarah. I never pegged you for a screamer.” Colly remarked, resting against the countertop with a hand down her tiny panties. “Stop playing with your food, stud. Give her what she needs.”

She was the picture of angelic perfection brought to life. Zane stared at her–utterly enthralled by her unearthly beauty and debauched curves as his balls rumbled like thunderheads, storming with pent-up energy.

The dam breached under the mesmerizing gaze of those amethyst eyes. Sticky spunk and potent power gushing out in a geyser. Sarah shrieked, devolving into a boneless mass, face sagging and limbs drooping like melting wax. Only her pussy remained, a strangulating receptacle for his enhancing seed.

Zane kept cumming as the now-shapeless body-morpher sloughed onto the kitchen tiles in a roiling ball of glittering green slime attached to his ejaculating length by a gelatinous, suctioning nozzle.

“The–the fuck?!” He cried, reeling in horror. “What just happened?”

Suddenly, the ball surged upwards. The slime took on an indistinct feminine shape, kneeling before him. A head, shoulders and arms sprouted from the mass. Smiling lips formed, latched around his shaft as Sarah reincorporated.

Soon, she was back, natural color bleeding into her skin and hair like rendering in a video game, solidifying into her cock-sucking self with a hungry moan. The throat swallowing Zane’s last few spurts felt hot and snug as ever.

“How marvelous, she level up!” Colly molded her dynamite figure onto his back, peering over his shoulder. “You enhanced her shaping ability, Sugar!”

“He sure did. Thank you, sir.” Sarah confirmed, releasing his turgid tool with a loud pop! “Geez, you weren’t kidding, boss lady.” She giggled, still sounding half-baked. “ This is going to be soooo~ much fun!”

Zane was beyond confused but not worried. Especially after the heroine inflated her pillowy chest large enough to smother his meaty immensity completely. They were massive, soft and slick with her copious drool.

“Oh, shit. You’re not wrong.” He grunted when she squeezed them together until her hands were buried to the wrists in the abundant boob-flesh. “Happy to assist the Ladies of Liberty.”

“Gosh, sir. You really have! My power feels all gooey… like my cunny. Wow, how are you still so hard? Is smashing puss your superpower?”

“Might as well be.” Colly purred, feathering kisses along Zane’s shoulders and neck. He could feel warm milk running down his back where her breasts pancaked between them. “With him on our team, we’ll end injustice and bring a new dawn to our fair city. My man is the best.”

She husked the words in Zane’s ear, sending an electric shiver up his spine.

End of Part Two.

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