Heinrich Wins

“I think NOT!”

The raspy shout was the only warning they got before a bolt of condensed energy blasted Heinrich in the back. Burning away his last scraps of clothing, the destructive power rampaged through the young colossus’s veins, seeking his heart with lethal swiftness. It struck, instead, an adamantine case housing that vital organ, complete with heat sinks and blow-off valves.

Valves that activated, dispersing the energy throughout toughened muscles, sinews, and one particularly pertinent appendage.

“YAAAAUURG!!” Heinrich roared, his ruinous rod expanding to devastating new dimensions. Purple veins stood out like tree roots. Magdela and Liselotte stared in awestruck silence as it jutted above their pretty heads. “Oh yeah! That’s the primo shit… hit me again, old man!”

“Gods dammit!” Johann screamed, bashing the smoking Tesla gun against a wall. “That was the liquify setting. Gods fucking dammit!”

“Well, my pussy feels gooey just looking at this monster. So maybe it worked.” Liselotte simpered, latching onto Heinrich’s meat cannon with the desperation of a drowning woman clutching a life preserver. “You aren’t totally useless after all, Papa. Good for you.”

“My bones feel like jelly. Really, Johann, it’s almost too much.” Magdela admonished, stroking her fat tits along her son’s burly base. “Consider the consequences before haring off on your ill-conceived flights of fancy. Now we have to work doubly hard to please our lord and master–give him the full body treatment.”

“Ohhhh, what’s the full body treatment?” Her daughter asked excitedly.

“Follow my lead, darling.”

Heinrich, still buzzing like a hummingbird on crack, beat his barrel chest in a simian display of dominance when both girls hugged around his magnified immensity. They sandwiched him between their cushiony cleavage, jacking the ribald length rearing from that pillowy embrace with buttery-soft hands and made out around his bulbous, jizz-drizzling tip.

Mother and daughter whimpered and gasped, working up and down in taboo tandem, occasionally pausing to finger each other’s pristine pussies.

“Gods dammit.” The crotchety doctor repeated, but his shoulders were slumped, his spirit clearly broken. He appeared utterly defeated, glancing about dejectedly. “What’s to become of me now? I never even finished my greatest triumph. Am I destined to be forgotten? Unworthy of a footnote in the annals of history?”

Heinrich’s head spun as Magdela demonstrated how to unhinge her jaw and swallow his cum-bubbling crown for her pink-haired daughter. Every particle of their superlative bodies seemed custom-designed to serve their new master. He grunted when his mother’s mouth stretched obscenely wide and began deep-throating him with greedy gusto while Liselotte slid down to lick and kiss his balls.

“Glah! Urk… Hurgh!”

“Your greatest triumph? Are you blind as well as stupid, old man?” Heinrich scoffed, gesturing at himself. “What better legacy could you wish for than this? Through me, your bloodline is ensured for centuries to come. The Doofenshmirtz name will terrorize the many states and nations of Europe as each generation builds upon our perfection, breeding indefatigable specimens of supreme physicality and intellect. Our family would be unstoppable!”

“Please, Mama. Let me try.” Liselotte whined. The overflow of his sticky precum and Magdela’s saliva dripped from her high cheekbones onto her hefty hooters as she titty-fucked Heinrich’s beefy pole. “I'm dying for a taste of Big Bro, too.”

“Mmmmnnph~!”

“Propagating the bloodline, you say?” Johann’s head snapped upright. He tapped his chin thoughtfully. “Spawn a species of genetically superior mad scientists to menace the valley and beyond? We could name the new genus Homo Neferious. Yes… yes! I believe this suggestion has merit.”

Heinrich didn’t care if his demented forebear agreed or not, but the girls were quick to leap on the idea. Liselotte nuzzled his turbo-charged balls, and her mother soon joined her after coming up for breath.

“Ohhh, yeah! Breed us, Big bro. Cram Mama and me full of this Big Bro mega-dick, then dump a boatload of babies in our fertile bellies.” She begged, fondling an apple-sized testicle before smooching it. “We want that sooo~ bad!”

“Please breed us, sweetie.” His mother pleaded, lavishing lingual affection on the other seed-stuffed nut. “I’m essentially eighteen again and can give you countless heirs. Infant siblings who’ll grow to be as strong and beautiful as we are, calling you daddy. Strapping sons to ravage the countryside and make war on our enemies. Gorgeous daughters to carry on the line of succession…”

Their soft hands pumped Heinrich’s rock-hard ginormity, lubricated with copious spit and spunk. He basked in their sinful adoration while watching his father for any sign of treachery.

A spurt of gooey white splattered the geriatric tyrant’s boot. He didn’t notice, too distracted by his overdeveloped delusions of grandeur.

Johann’s laughter began as a tremor, then swelled with terrifying momentum.

“Ha… haha… hahahaha! Mwahahaha! Yes, yes! They called me mad, but it is Doctor Johann Doofenshmirtz who will have the last laugh! I’ll prove them all wrong! BWAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“I think he’s on board with the plan,” Heinrich noted sardonically.

The girls weren’t paying attention though, caught up in their own incestuous imaginings.

“–listen to aunty-mommy.” His pink-haired sister whispered to his swinging sack. “Hunky Daddy-Bro will shoot you into my virgin womb, then you’ll have to swim really, really fast to find my eggs. Today’s not a safe day. There should be one or two–maybe more if we’re lucky–go crazy on those…”

“–I expect twins at the very least. Triplets and quadruplets are preferable, understood?” His buxom-yet-toned mother added her own list of demands to his other family jewel. “I’ve been ovulating non-stop since the surgery, so viable ovums will be plentiful. Don’t let any go to waste. Goodness, I’ve been incredibly horny without a real man to satisfy my urges. I want to be inflated like a beachball with my studly son’s offspring as soon as possible…”

“Sold! We’ve arrived at a consensus.” Heinrich growled, monster cock lurching in their loving grasp. He turned to Johann. “Old man, what’s it gonna take to make this happen?”

His father snapped back to reality, the gleam of stormlight reflecting off his tinted goggles.

“Voltage! Amplitude! A thousand thunderstrikes from the heavens above will be required to super-charge your semen!” He cackled, shaking gloved fists at the open ceiling. “The gods stagnate while man innovates. My climate dominator is on the verge of completion. The future is nigh! Get on the platform. I’ll finish the contraption and summon a tempest of biblical proportions. You will bathe in a hurricane, baptized by lightning, then my legacy shall be forever woven into the tapestry of history!”

“You heard him, ladies.” Reaching down, Heinrich jammed a sturdy paw between his mother’s and sister’s sensational thigh gaps and picked them up by their slick snatches. The lust-drunk vixens wailed in excitement as he flung them atop the slab. “Time to sow the oats of the next generation.”

“Ohhh yes, sweetie!”

“Take me, Big Bro!”

They stared heatedly, hugging one another and gnawing their bottom lips as he cranked the chain hoist that lifted the circular stone platform toward the rain-lashed aperture in the ceiling, marvelling in the play of his dense muscles.

Below, Johann scurried about like a demented spider, wiping off the stickier parts before affixing them to a complex array of branching antennae, ion transmitters, and thermal diffusers.

“This goes in here… that inserts there. Good, good. Shit, has anyone seen my number five wrench?”

Heinrich ignored his manic muttering, locking the platform into place as soon as they reached the rooftop. Violent weather beat against the hand-stitched titan, the roiling clouds glowering hatefully upon him. But all the storm’s bluster and rage were impotent in the face of his brutal, unwavering fortitude.

A fitting vista spread out around them like the backdrop in the final scene of a play.

Varnholt Valley cowered beneath Castle von Crackenshteen’s lofty perch. A strip of verdant green fields and forests dotted with the distant lights of rural settlements, like a leaf of spinach stuck in the snaggle-toothed mountain range.

Heinrich looked down upon his birthright and leered.

“A fertile valley seems an appropriate seat from which a sex god should rule!” He exulted.

Rolling thunder punctuated his shouted declaration with suitably timed dramatic effect.

“Mmmm… the view from over here is nice too. Isn’t it, darling?” Madgela’s carried on the whipping wind.

“Absolutely, Mama! See how his muscles glisten in the rain.”

Turning, his stoic stiffness swinging like a sailboat’s spar, Heinrich beheld the two breathtaking bellas who returned his ravenous gaze with compound interest.

They sat arm in arm on the surgical table, gloriously naked. Their long legs were wide open, luscious tits front and center, flushed faces pressed cheek to cheek as they fingered each other’s drenched cunts.

“On your backs. Ankles raised.” Heinrich commanded, lumbering towards them. Lighting cracked the stone under his feet, but failed to stop his inexorable advance. “Spread those pussy lips! Daddy’s home and taking what is rightfully his!”

The ladies hastily complied.

“Huh? Did someone mention me?!” Johann called from below.

“NO!!” They cried in unison.

“Gods dammit! Ungrateful wenches. Fine. Brace yourselves, then. The machine is ready, and I’m not entirely certain how the first trial will go. There’s a lot of ambient energy–”

“Throw the damn switch already, you decrepit dunce!” Heinrich bellowed, waving his cock like a dousing rod calibrated for pussy. Two especially fine examples spread open before him. “If I have to come down there…”

There came a terrific *CLUNK* that shook the castle, followed by a rapidly rising thrumming noise he could feel in his molars. Saint Elmo’s fire ignited on every metal object–of which there were many–illuminating the tower in a spectral blue corona.

The seafarer’s harbinger of lightning strikes flamed brightest on Heinrich’s skin and the electrodes in Magdela and Liselotte’s necks. They sighed as if someone had caressed their very souls.

“That feels amazing.” Magdela purred, kicking her heels in the air.

“Like the best foreplay ever!” Liselotte agreed, gyrating her firm hips.

Heinrich felt it too, like a deep resonant vibration in his broad chest. Calling to something, guiding something closer.

Then the gale went berserk, and the first bolt hit him.

“YAAAAAAARRRGH!!”

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