Johann 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 incapacitating intent.

Magdela and Liselotte were blown backward, knocked ass over tea kettle as the young stud’s huge muscles cramped and locked up painfully.

He bared gritted teeth at his father. “Not… Dead… Yet!”

“Stupid boy! You think I want to kill you and damage that fine body you’ve brought me?” Johann tossed the smoking energy weapon aside with a manic cackle. Thunder boomed overhead as though laughing too. “Bwahahaha! Thought you outsmarted me? ME?! Doctor Johann Doofenshmirtz?? No, no… not today or any other. That shot was purely for the purpose of stunning you long enough for me to do this!”

The aged madman stepped onto an iron-wrought podium of curious construction hidden in a shadowy corner. A metal lectern was riveted to the base with what looked like a miniature **** ray—the classic needle tip design, Heinrich noted with begrudging admiration—mounted on a swivel wired to a copper mesh helmet.

“Wha–what’s going on?” Magdela shook her head blearily.

Liselotte rolled on the floor beside her. “Huh? Where’d the studmuffin cock go?”

“You’ll have all the cock you can handle soon, my dear.” Johann declared, sliding the helmet over his mop of white hair. Squinting, he aimed the deathray at Heinrich’s forehead. “Papa’s home, bitches!”

The tower shook when he pulled the trigger, untold gigawatts of stored lightning-power racing through the contraption to connect father and son with a blinding blue beam.

“HAAAAUURG!!”

Both men convulsed, blood running from their eyes and noses. Tungsten bulbs flickered before shattering. The smell of fried bacon permeated the air. Something far below exploded—a capacitor overloading.

Then… silence as even the tempest outside waited to witness the outcome.

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Johann blinked away blood and tears, staring down at himself.

Ripped muscles, eight-pack abs, and a truly astonishing erection graced his crystal clear vision. An experimental full-body flex confirmed everything.

He had done it!

Doctor Johann Doofenshmirtz, the visionary who gave the world square balloons—because round ones were too mainstream—had stolen victory from the snapping jaws of defeat once again.

“When will the universe learn I am not to be underestimated?!” He screamed in a voice rich and sonorous. “Cockroaches envy my tenacity! Devils fear my–oh! Wow… um, okay. That’s quite sensitive…”

Johann had grabbed his felonious fuckstick to shake like a fist in defiance of the heavens. It was certainly big enough to get the point across. Now he found himself stroking the girthy member, appraising its meaty merits.

Two pairs of dainty, feminine hands joined him in rubbing the veiny shaft. The body-swapping Doctor’s wife and daughter–recovered from their momentary stupefaction–crawled closer to pick up from where they’d left off.

“Here it is.” Liselotte chirped, lathing her moist tongue along the underside. “Mmmm, delish!”

“Indeed, where were we before that useless man interfered?” Magdela crooned, suctioning in his bulbous tip with a spine-tingling slurp!

“Haha… yes. Useless.” Johann concurred triumphantly, glancing at the crumpled form of his old body collapsed in a steaming heap. Was Heinrich still alive within those bony limbs and withered flesh? Ultimately, he didn’t care. “Forget about that discarded shell. Its inhabitant won’t plague you any longer. The future–our future is all that matters. Family comes first. Now get back to sucking, sluts!”

The words came out rich and commanding. Something about the timbre of his new voice caused goosebumps to prickle the girls’ flawless skin. They purred like happy kittens, then obeyed.

Positioning themselves on either side of his irascible enormity, they sandwiched the mighty shaft between their massive melons and started taking turns hooving down the spunk-bubbling crown.

They embraced each other around him, trapping the bottom half of Johann’s lofty length in a pillowy prison, grinding against it while their hot mouths slurped, and their nimble tongues lashed.

Feeling in control for the first time since the whole debacle began, he groaned with satisfaction, grabbing fistfuls of their glossy hair to **** his insubordinate wife and daughter to go deeper. Faster.

They didn’t fight back. In fact, they seemed to grow more excited under his guiding hands, letting out muted sounds of rapture.

“Hnnnnph~!”

“Glooooorp~!”

“That’s right. Suck it like good little whores.” Johann ordered, jolts of carnal pleasure shooting through him. “Show Daddy how much you appreciate him. Reward my brilliance with your dirty mouths and indecent bodies. Submit to the will and incomparable genius of Doctor Johann Doofenshmirtz!”

“Hmmmm?”

Their moans took on a confused quality, but didn’t stop. Like addicts chasing a fix, they remained glued to his pipe, gagging and gulping frantically.

He punished Magdela’s strict esophagus, then Liselotte’s. Swapping them back and forth like cheap fucktoys. The wanton bitches gurgled gleefully as he distended their slim necks with ruthless rapidity. They shivered and shook, clinging to his mammoth manhood as if it were a lifeline.

“Surprised? Yes, it’s me. The rightful ruler of Varnholt Valley!” Johann crowed, smearing their beguiling faces against his cum-slathered tip. “The father you distained. The bug you tried to crush. The doormat you deemed unfit to wipe your feet upon. Well, sluts… how do you like me now?!”

Lightning crashed against the tower, punctuating his big reveal with a deafening peel of thunder. Both astonishing beauties stared up at him, their heterochromic eyes wide and glistening.

“Dear, is that really you?”

“Papa? I had no idea–”

They tried to speak at the same time. Johann couldn’t hear them above the storm and the rushing of blood in his ears.

“Quit yapping. If you’re sorry, then do as you’re told and kiss my stiff fucking dick!”

That said, he jammed his indolent wife’s face so far down his skull-fucking pole she retched. Holding her there, basking in the sensation of her spasming throat, Johann eventually relented, only to discipline his unruly daughter the same way.

“Uuurk!”

Still steering them by the roots of their hair, Johann soon had the two traitorous tramps making out like horny teenagers around his turbulent tip.

“We’re sowwy, dawling.” Magdela slurred through gooey lips. Her blue and green eyes rolling like dice. “We didn’t know…”

“Fowgive me, daddy.” Drool sagged from Liselotte’s chin. “I’ve been a bad, bad giwl…”

“Damn right, you are! But you’re both going to be good obedient cunts from here on out. I’m going to see to it, personally.” Roughly grabbing his wife’s neck, he tossed her onto the central slab, then jabbed a finger at his pink-haired daughter. “Get up there and sit on Mama’s face. I want you nice and wet for me once I’m done impregnating her.”

“Okay, Papa!”

“Impregnate? Are you–Mmmmff~!” Madgela’s query cut off when Liselotte leapt onto the surgical table, then planted her peachy rear on her face–the younger woman wiggling her hips as if getting comfortable in an unfamiliar chair.

“Oooh Mama, your nose is pressing against my clitty…”

Grumbling, harder than a steel girder, Johann stalked over to a lever set in the wall and yanked it down. Gears rotated and steam hissed as the ceiling irised open, the grandpappy of all lightning rods telescoping upward from a recess in the floor.

Rain washed the laboratory as wind swept in like a miniature tornado. The women’s shiny hair whipped about, while unsecured equipment flew helter-skelter. The dark clouds glowered above like enraged elementals.

‘LOOK UPON THE MOMENT OF MY VICTORY AND DESPAIR!!” He shouted at it. “FOR I, DOCTOR JOHANN DOOFENSHMIRTZ, HAVE HARNESSED YOU AT LAST!!”

Lightning struck the rising steel prong with divine retribution; electricity crackled along every wire, cobwebbing the tower. Sparks flew as breakers shorted in lively detonations, before all that power coalesced in a single nexus.

The copper energy array he’d cunningly concealed in the slab.

“G-G-G-G-G-GYAAAAH!” Liselotte jittered, her spine arching and pronounced abs twitching as she climaxed messily on her mother’s face.

Magdela fared no better, howling into her daughter’s slit. Hips bucking and breasts careening uncontrollably, she squirted a stream of girlcum that splashed the far wall.

“I was mostly certain that would work,” Johann stated, swaggering over to them. Grabbing his wife’s kicking heels, he pried them apart, climbing between her knees. “Now for the pièce de résistance. Brace yourself, dear. I only speak French when feeling especially spiteful.”

The uber-hung doctor slapped his grotesque gigantitude on her trim tummy, assessing his quarry. A vista of womanly perfection quivered beneath him, flat plains and lush rolling hills begging to be wrecked, plundered, and destroyed by his indomitable dick.

“Fais-le, mon amour. Prends-moi et marque-moi comme à toi pour toujours!” Magdela tried to plead through muff-muzzled lips.

The resulting sound was a garbled floonmph which elicited a whorish squeal from her face-straddling daughter.

“Aaaahh! Do that again, Mama… say it again!”

“As if the storm wasn’t loud enough.” Johann groused, sliding back to lodge himself at Magdela’s sodden entrance. “You back-stabbing brats could talk a man’s ear off. Shut the hell up and accept your just deserts!”

That said, he slammed into the haughty twat, cramming her gloriously full in a single devastating stroke, distending her four-pack stomach. She felt incredibly snug, slick and warm, stretching out like a proper cocksleeve. Johann grabbed his wife’s heavy, swaying tits as handholds and began pounding away mercilessly.

“I own this pussy now, you hear?!” He bellowed, blinking rain from his bloodshot eyes. “Mine! Forever! You’ll bend over and take it whenever I want! I don’t care if you’re in church or on the street. What I say goes. You’re nothing but a breeding trophy from here on out!”

“Hnnnnngh~!”

“Oh, Papa…. yaaa! She looks so fucking sexy, stuck on your giga-dick.” Liselotte tremored through another mommy-induced orgasm. “Mm-hmm, give me another, Mama. I need to be super wet for him.”

Johann grabbed the loudmouthed hellion's sloppy chin, dragging her face within inches of his own. Her boosted athletic physique was incredibly strong but no match for him. Neither of them was. He reveled in the control he held over them.

“And you. You’re going to learn some filial responsibility. I’m going to teach that naughty body a lesson–to respect and obey your father, serving him as a dutiful cumdumpter daughter should.”

Her mismatched eyes widened with fear and a not insignificant measure of excitement. Water and perspiration beaded on his daughter’s porcelain skin like glistening diamonds. Her nostrils flared, inhaling his scent.

The mad scientist glared into her quailing soul, hips pumping like steam pistons into Madgela’s flailing form. Watching for the moment she cracked.

He needed to see it.

“O-okay. I’ll behave better.” She whispered, gaze averted and lashes fluttering meekly. “Please be gentle and instruct me how a good cumdumpster daughter treats her big, strong Papa.”

Ha! Johann almost laughed at how quickly the impudent wench submitted. For weeks, she’d mocked, belittled, and teased him. Treated him like garbage while dining on his benevolence. And here she was begging for mercy…

“Gentle? Think again, girl!”

Crushing his lips against hers, Johann attacked the penitant hussy’s tonsils. He tasted her, wrestling her tongue into submission. She was just melting against him when the next thunderbolt hit the lightning rod, instantly channeled into the hidden power array.

Heaven’s wrath arced between their incestuously engaged forms–dragging them even closer together with electromagnetic ****.

It raced in a blood-boiling loop from Liselotte’s lips down Johann’s spine, then out this plunging prick into Magdela’s gushing snatch, surging past her churning core to zap her daughter’s love button like a cattle prod on steroids.

Round and round, electricity spun through the trio at near light speed. It empowered them. Optimized them. Overloading their carnal reserves. Johann could practically hear their ovaries rumble and his seed-stuffed balls answered the battlecry.

“YAAAARG!!”

“Mmmmmfff~!”

Johann roared, firing a cannonade of creamy cum into his wailing wife’s waiting womb. Her clenching channel tugging and milking him for all she could wring from his erupting immensity.

Blast after baby-making blast rocketed out of him. A stupendous, sticky payload that quickly inflated her flat belly until she looked six months pregnant, capped by her caroming cleavage. Pressurized spunk broke the skin-tight seal of their conjoined sexes, spraying like a ruptured pipeline to puddle under her twitching tooshie.

No world existed in the multiverse or beyond in which a potent load like that didn’t knock a bitch up, Johann knew.

“No world existed in the multiverse or beyond in which a potent load like that doesn’t knock a bitch up.” He stated, pulling out in a prolonged shlorp! Magdela immediately covered her gaping gash with a shaky hand. “Yeah, plug that hole, wifey. Don’t waste a drop. I want you preggers and waddling as soon as possible.”

She probably tried to say something, but Johann’s unflagging erection and amoral attention had already shifted to his overstimulated, underfertilized daughter, who squirmed atop her mother’s nectar-soaked cheeks.

Gods, she was past ready for a hard fucking. Maybe with some spanking and **** thrown into the mix. Her young centerfold body–polished to perfection by his surgical skill and alchemic innovation–shone brilliantly in the stormlight.

An insatiable Aphrodite crafted by his own hand.

“Is it my turn at last, Papa?” Liselotte asked, staring fixedly at his swinging stiffness, chewing her plump bottom lip. **** for him. “How do you want me?”

“Precisely as you are, daughter.” Johann strode around the table, heedless of the wind-tossed wreckage underfoot, placing himself at her rear. And a fine rear it was. Firm, shapely, and imminently slappable. Perched lewdly on her mother’s mouth. “Though a dutiful cumdumpter daughter would repay her parents’ kindness by cleaning up after them.”

Placing a hand between her slim shoulders, he pushed the pink-haired brat’s head down between Magdela’s legs, then propped up her round hips. Thus arranged, her dripping pussy was aligned with his rotund ramrod.

Both women moaned, their tongues working frantically. Lapping and lashing at budding clits.

“The truism stands. Families that slay together, stay together.” Johann declared, recklessly ramming himself into his daughter’s virgin slit, encountering ample resistance. “Holy hell, girl! You’re tighter than gnats ass!”

The abrupt action drove her face-first into Magdela’s battered crotch.

“Papaaaa~!” Liselotte wailed as he stretched her to the breaking point. “So big. Don’t… stop… please…”

Johann had no intention of stopping. Not until he claimed her in the most primal sense. He rode his wife’s licking tongue into their dead-sexy daughter. Reshaping her form-fitting insides into a fucktoy onahole tailored purely for his pleasure.

“Who do you belong to?” His balls slapped Madgela’s forehead with each vicious lunge. “Tell me who owns this naughty pussy!”

Another crack of lightning rocked their world, raising the tempo and passions to dangerous heights. The air was misty with heat and humidity.

“It’s yours, Papa! Nnnnrrgh~! All–All yours! Oh FUCK!!”

Sparks scattered when he spanked her peachy ass, leaving a palm-shaped afterimage on the ivory hemisphere. Liselotte warbled incoherently, her cramped vaginal walls squeezing harder.

“That’s right, brat!” Johann exulted, a second monster load roiled in his balls. “Mine! Unconditionally. Just like your whore mother!”

Magdela’s eyes flicked up, meeting his as she continued to lick and suck at Liselotte’s love-button. Her sloppy lips brushed against Heinrich’s cock with every stroke, her tongue flicking out to taste the mixture of their combined juices.

“You’re so… commanding, husband.” She slurred, her words laden with lust. “Such a magnificent stallion. Breed her… fill her with your superior seed.”

“Papa… Aaah! My hunky Papa is fucking my virgin womb!” The pink-haired Jezebel announced, louder than a champion town crier. “He-he’s splitting me in two! Nyaaa~... Cum deep inside me, Papa. Pleeeease! I yearn to ca-carry your heirs!”

Mother and daughter groveled and pleaded–climaxing constantly as the hurricane vented its fury on Castle von Crackenshteen.

They squealed in ecstasy, while a rockslide demolished a distant hamlet. But Johann never slackened. His hips snapped forward with bruising brutality.

They bawled in sinful bliss as the roof was ripped from the tower. Johann redoubled his efforts, casually batting away falling masonry and driving in faster.

The two wanton hussies wept for clemency, crackling static turning their goddess-like forms ethereal. Johann savoured their tears.

Liselotte’s screams echoed through the lab, her awe-inspiring body trembling violently as she was driven to the brink of madness.

“Mercy! Please, Papa… I surrender.” She whimpered into Magdela’s gushing snatch. “I’m sorry… I can’t… I’ll die if you don’t fill me already!”

The heavens chose that auspicious moment to render final judgment.

An epoch-making thunderbolt turned night into day, frying the lightning rod to slag. Cataclysmic power surged through the incestuously interconnected trio, kindling a firestorm of apocalyptic passion as every nerve, sinew, and brain cell went into hedonistic meltdown.

“HAAAAARG!!” Johann roared, expelling a molten river of inhumanly virile jism straight into his daughter’s baby chamber.

She bucked and spasmed around his buried length. Her taut tummy expanded with every gratuitous burst. Liselotte and Magdela clung to each other like long-lost lovers, their inflated bellies pressed obscenely together, as they sobbed in rapturous relief.

“Thank you, Husband.”

“Th-thank you, Papa.”

They moaned into each other’s frothing cunts, going limp as the tempest subsided, totally spent. Lying there like ragdolls–nose to crotch–they smiled dreamily before drifting into a well-fucked fugue.

“It’s the start of a new era.” Doctor Johann Doofenshmirtz, survivor of the most consecutive lightning strikes in a single evening, proclaimed. “A new age of terror and scientific discovery. Our children will wreak terror on any who dare oppose the Doofenshmirtz name.” He looked about the ruin that had once been his laboratory. “Speaking of which, where did that wretched boy go?”

No sign of his old body remained amid the wreckage of the decapitated tower. Likely swept away by the tempest, he figured, pulling out of Liselotte with a squishy squelch.

She groaned in barely conscious protest.

Johann simply stuffed his wife’s sleepy face between her drenched thighs to stopper the leak.

“No matter. The future awaits! Endless possibilities extend before us.” Balling meaty fists, he beat at his brawny chest. “MY BRILLIANCE WILL SURPASS ALL EXPECTATIONS!!”

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Heinrich scuttled through the forest, dodging fallen trees and craters where lightning had exploded boulders into dust.

That old bastard had tricked him.

Used him and lured him into a trap.

Hateful bile burned his throat. To have defeat snatched from the jaws of victory sat like a lead weight in his gut.

But all was not lost. Already, Heinrich could feel his consciousness settling into the ancient psychopath’s brain–learning his thought patterns and mapping his motivations.

The top-tier intellect Johann boasted was suddenly at Heinrich’s beck and call. While his frail, aged body might be weak, the mind behind it was anything but…

He stepped over a burning stump, wincing at the ache in his creaky knees.

“Just you wait, old man.” He wheezed, hobbling away into the forest. “You may have won this battle, but the war isn’t over yet.”

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