From the land of inverse

Taking a well-deserved rest after fucking… well, everyone really, you managed to fall into a deep enough sleep that you failed to hear a trans dimensional portal opening, nor two heroes walking out.

“The signal you intercepted must be here somewhere,” the taller figure said, red cape flowing behind their blue full-body suit, their chest adorned with a red and yellow emblem with an S right in the middle. “At least, I hope so. With how powerful the reading you had was, we don’t have time for you to be wrong.”

“I’m never wrong,” the other figure responded curtly, pointed ears jutting from the top of their cowl. In fact, seems this slight was enough for them to stop scanning and face their portal-mate, lightning cracking behind them as they rebuked. “What I am, is vengeance. I am the night. I. AM. BATMA’AM!!!!”

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“Jeez Bryce, calm down,” the lady of steel, Clara Kent Superwoman chided, crossing her arms under her ample breasts. You see, these two hail from a world quite like the one they’re in now, with two key differences. Everyone’s sexes are flipped (Wonder Man and Power Boy? Who’d ever want that?), and the ladies of said world are missing one key ingredient in their lives. “No need to get your nickers in a twist.”

“What we need is to find the source of this anomaly!” Genius billionaire playgirl Bryce Wayne huffed, pacing around your room in her tight grey-and-black costume , the bulletproof material hugging all of her curves “Whatever it is, it’s powerful enough to be a threat to both this universe and- ours…”

They both saw it at the same time.

Your absolutly MASSIVE hog.

Even soft, even while you’re asleep, your cock remains titanous, rising tall under your covers, in full view of the two bombshell superheroines at the foot of your bed. Both already know they need to taste that shlong, have it thrust deep into their core and break them forever. They just haven’t admitted it yet.

“Well, t-there's your anomaly,” Superwoman quivered, a massive dark spot already growing from the crotch of her suit. “A massi- large penis with… with a stench I desperately want to huf- I-I mean, with a meta-human scaled musk I can detect with my super senses.” Her entire suit was wet now.

Batma’am begins to speak, but does not turn away from the rod before her. “O-of course, why wouldn’t it? I’m Batma’am, I’m always right, I’m always- I’m always always so… so goddamn horny for that cock!” She blurted out, unknowingly dropping her scanner and utility belt onto the thick shag carpeting.

Both ladies looked at each other. Then back to the sheets. Then back to each other. Then, after ripping their suits off (save for Clara’s cape and Bryce’s cowl), dove for the dong.

The illustrious and enigmatic Batma’am managed to shove that hot rod into her tight snatch first. “OH MY GOD!” She shrieked, unable to handle the magnitude of your fuckstick. “THIS IS THE BEST COCK I’VE EVER TAKEN! SCREW SEDRICK KYLE, SCREW VICTOR VALE, ALL OF THEM ARE WEAK SHIT COMPARED TO YOU, MY NEW ONE AND ONLY! CLARA, WE HAVE TO BRING THIS HUNK BACK TO OUR EARTH, IF NOT FOR US, THEN FOR THE FACT THAT NO UNIVERSE SHOULD BE WITHOUT THIS IMMACULATE SPECI- OH GOD HE’S CUMMIIIIING~~~!” Clara couldn’t hear Bryce’s pleads for mercy, as she was too busy gargling your hefty balls with a technique that, if you weren’t somehow still sleeping through all this, you’d have noted was a less-refined take on how Power Girl would’ve gobbled your constantly-filling orbs.

Speaking of, while you’re unknowingly cumming Batma’am’s entire brain out, something peculiar was happening all over the world. All of the clones made the previous day began to dissipate into otherworldly light. Even the ones of Diana and Karen who were coincidentally starting to feel dissatisfied with them. You see, having known the genuine article, they were beginning to realize that even two perfect copies of their master couldn’t compare and every woman on earth was being given a disservice by being left with these pretenders to the throne. A problem that could’ve easily been solved in the morning if not for the actions of the inter-dimensional interlopers currently riding you six ways to Sunday.

Everything was about to change.

“BY RAO, YOU WERE RIGHT BRYCE!” Clara yelled, having taken her place upon your mighty shaft, the once dark knight left on the ground underneath a large glob of your viscous man-milk, which was also beginning to glow, but left unnoticed by everyone in the dorm. “I’M SORRY LEWIS LANE, BUT I COULD NEVER GO BACK TO ANOTHER MAN AFTER THIS PRIME PIECE OF FUCK-MEAT! THE LADY OF STEEL BENDS ONLY TO THIS SLEEPING STUD!!!”

As the woman of tomorrow continued to slam herself into you, the portal these two newly-minted cocksluts left open began to grow. Absorbing the energy from your clones, jizz, and even about half of your own abilities (leaving you still leagues stronger than any hero imaginable, just taking away any abilities beyond strength, stamina, and anything related to that dang dong of yours), it grew and grew at an exponential pace. Not even The Flash (Berri Alan/Wanda West on the other side) could outrun the growth as it soon consumed both universes, then quickly after spitting out half of each and beginning to fuse the other two together.

As you were (still somehow unconsciously!) about to release your usual tsunami of semen into Superwoman she, along with your entire room, faded into nothingness. As you floated in this blank white void, itself slowly but surely reforming into a much more interesting world for you to have your way with, two svelte womanly hands wiped off any excess juice from your now softening penis. “Do not worry, my child,” she said with love and lust in her voice. “You shall reclaim all you have lost this day, and so, so many more shall kneel before you. I will always love you, and I can’t wait to see you rail all these bitches ‘til they can’t remember their names.”

And, with a loving kiss on your balls, the voice was gone, and you awoke to a whole new universe.