Chapter Twenty One

“There you are, Zay-Zay! And you made some new friends. How wonderful.”

Zane looked skyward to find Colly in her overtaxed Kinetica costume, floating gracefully into the alley with Sally and Ruth flying behind, carried by her psionic prowess.

The smile on Colly’s cheerful face beamed nothing but love and affection—despite the awkward tableau she was descending into. Zane had been caught in the aftermath of what could only be described as a “hilarious misunderstanding.”

Two severely underdressed superwomen—much-inflated, distinctly ruffled, and glowing slightly–knelt gagging themselves on his tireless turgidity. Silver Streak currently held pole position, while Wildfire tongue-bathed his balls, her tail wagging fast enough to start a localized hurricane.

“Ah, I can explain...” He began, a mite awkwardly.

“Hey, is that Silvejia?” Sally asked, extending her neck like a giraffe to peer over his shoulder. “It is! Damn girl, you’ve gained weight. Did sir upgrade you too?”

“Obviously.” Dr. Ruthless swept closer to dock her sexy MILF body against his side. Her usual scientific detachment failed to conceal the amused smirk curling her lips. “Classic signs of acute exposure to cosmic resonance. You’ve outdone yourself, Zane.” She pecked him on the cheek as though approving a particularly fascinating lab experiment. “Though you could’ve called. Mommy likes to supervise her tests.”

The grey nanopolymer of her form-fitting bodysuit might as well have been mist, given how easily it allowed her thick tits to envelop his arm.

“I needed space to think over a few matters,” Zane grunted as the fox-girl gently suckled a testicle. “You’re not upset?”

“Anything but!”Colly landed lightly behind him, sliding an affectionate arm around his waist after Sally glued her rubberized self to his other side, effectively surrounding Zane in a shell of pliant feminine flesh. “You never need to explain anything to us, sugar. We have complete faith in you and earnestly trust that everything you do is for a good reason.”

“Really?” he said, instantly suspicious.

“Naturally. Examine the evidence kneeling at your feet. You felt the need for space,” she made quotation marks with her fingers, “and acted on instinct, leading you to a fateful encounter with another member of my team and, um… pardon, who is the beastkin?”

“Wildfire, I think. She does the whole flame thing.”

“Marvelous!” Colly exclaimed, sounding positively gleeful as she smooshed her milky melons into his back. “A pyromancer will make a fine addition to the Ladies of Liberty… and your harem, of course.”

“Ladies of Liberty?” Slurred a drunken voice from beneath Zane's beltline, “Me?”

“Harem?” He repeated, not quite believing what he’d heard. “Babe, what are you talking about?”

The moment seemed surreal.

Zane stood in the reeking alleyway, a ninety-pound nobody turned strongman, engulfed by super hotties while his bookworm girlfriend (who was actually goddamn Kinetica, except with whopping great lactating tits now thanks to some sci-fi hokum) drizzling crazy nonsense in his ears.

In the face of all that, the two knockouts fellating him barely warranted an honorable mention.

It was precisely the type of insanity he’d hoped to escape when fleeing–ahem… tactically retreating earlier that morning.

“We discussed this. You possess an extremely valuable gift, Zay-Zay.” Colly’s saccharine tone dripped like sweetest honey. “Keeping you to ourselves would be wrong. Selfish. Your gift shouldn’t be hoarded. Imagine the good you could do if you shared it freely—all the heroines you could, well, level up.”

Zane blinked. “Level up.”

“Exactly.”

Dr. Ruthless nodded sagely. “For science.”

Sally chimed in, “For friendship and cummies!”

“The LoL, really?” Blurted the excited voice below, “Holy crap, I’ve got to call my parents. Mom’s gonna flip!”

Zane paid it no heed, lost in conjured visions of rank after rank of superhumanly attractive stunners bowing and begging for a ride on his empowering prick. Their perfect bodies bent in supplication, groveling for a whiff of enhancing seed.

Would it be so bad?

His cock didn’t think so, ravaging Silvejia’s gulping gullet.

“Mmmmlurgh!”

He considered Colly’s proposal, mind spinning with lusty release.

She only wanted what was best for him.

There was nothing to worry about.

He should be bold. Be daring.

“I’ll take it under consideration,” He huffed, aggressively skullfucking the xeno princess. “We should probably get outta here soon. Just gimme a minute to top your friend up, then we’ll skedaddle.”

“There’s no rush, sugar. Give her–Ohhhhh~!”

The alleyway shook, and the women wailed, collapsing into fits of ecstatic bliss when Zane came, exploding in a corona of cosmic radiation.

End of Part Four

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