More Than Meets The Eye II

One thing that had become common since obtaining the Infinity Stones, since being infused with omnipotent cosmic power, since her and her sisters ascended to being Rob’s all-powerful queens, was that Rob, MJ, Wanda, and Zatanna would share their bed with a different girl from the harem every evening. From new recruits to longtime slaves. From near-virginal waifs to experienced sluts. From vanilla girls to superhumans and aliens and everything in between. They all had their favourites, but they tried not to play favourites too too much.

One other thing that had become a common occurrence since all of the above was, when sharing their bed with such lovely guests, MJ inevitably liked to grow a big, fat dick and plough the slutty pussy-d'jour with it. Like most of her awakened sexual kink, she blamed Rob for this, knowing how much he loved the aesthetics of a beautiful woman with a huge cock, and seeing how much he loved watching MJ fuck his slaves with her cosmically conjured erection. Whether it was watching MJ as a solo act going to town on Zee or Wanda or whoever, or double teaming their slut of choice via DP or spit-roasting, seeing MJ (or any of his girls) wielding a big, bad futa cock always got Rob’s attention, affection, and sent his lust and energy soaring through the roof.

MJ didn’t have her Master to entertain, as she face-fucked her new slut, but she was a hot, redheaded futa-domme remade in her Master’s image, twisted and corrupted by his unbound perversion. She didn’t need an audience to enjoy the suppleness of Arcee’s technorganic throat.

“Mmm, yeah, this is some fine mouth pussy!” MJ groaned, standing on her tippy-toes to get as much leverage as possible, her girthy dicking buried down Arcee, the newly fashioned lips of the Transformer pursed around the base of her shaft. “Not to toot my own horn, but I outdid myself with these upgrades, didn’t I toy?” MJ had made a pair of handlebars sprout from the side of Arcee’s head. Not only a great spot to grip onto while deepdicking her new sex toy, but it also had some fun utility, as she punctuated her question by revving the throttle. Arcee’s engine roared in response, as did the slutty bimbot by moaning and shuddering, her entire body shaking from the mind-breaking pleasure which assaulted her, as her gushy cyber cunt convulsed and sputtered in orgasm.

Seeing the silvery pussy gush and spray it’s girl cum over the dusty road pushed MJ over the road, the divine redhead roaring in monstrous pleasure as her cock convulsed and surged, dumping wave after wave of her spunk, causing Arcee to squeal and convulse even more, her belly now filled with MJ’s blazing hot futa cum.

Eventually, after minutes of dumping her seed down the throat of her new toy, MJ finally relented, but taking her sweet time removing her dick from Arcee’s mouth. Muffled, messy groans from the robot followed, as MJ withdrew her length, inch by inch, slowly and slowly, MJ taking great pleasure in teaching her new sexbot pleasure and patience.

And when she did finally remove her cock from her mouth, saliva-like lubricant pouring from Arcee’s mouth, dribbling all over her chin and tits, she cranked on her throttle one last time, watching the blue-and-silver beauty whimper and shudder.

“Oh, Primus… why did that feel so good…!?” Arcee moaned like a bitch in heat, her silver technorganic tongue waggling out of her gaping mouth. “This strange body is so soft and hot… and my new aft port keeps dispelling liquid…” Then, she cupped her massive tits, heaving them upwards, letting them bounce and jiggle. “And I don’t even know what robotic or automotive pun I should use to refer to these things!”

MJ smiled, petting the smooth, metallic curvature that made up Arcee’s armored body. “See. Told you you would enjoy being my pet.”

“Ahaha… Your pet… Mistress’ pet…” On her hands and knees, Arcee was panting rapturously, electronic eyes clouded and unfocused as she gazed up at the gorgeous Mary Jane Watson. “Why does that make me feel so good, now? Why do I want to obey your every command? Why does this body feel so hot and weird and make me want to do all sorts of things to your strange, flesh human fuel rod?”

“Okay, so the pun thing is cute, but maybe a little heavy handed…” MJ said with a roll of her eyes, wishing Rob was here solely because he would enjoy the little meta-humour. “But, long story short, after I gave you those upgrades,” a leather-gloved finger ran along the curves of the blue biker bitch - her waists, her tits, her hips, her ass, all expertly sculpted by her! “I reprogrammed your cybertronic brain to make you less of a sassy bitch and more of a sassy slut.” Smirking, MJ pumped her still erect cock a few times. “After all, I had direct access to your brain when you were slurping on my dick, babe.”

Raising her hands to her head (as MJ snapped and made the handlebars recede and disappear), as if she could feel the new code running through her mind. “You did, you did… you rewrote my base program down to my Spark… And I love it!” Arcee scooted closer to MJ, nuzzling her face up against her cock from below. “I love that I’ve been turned into a bimbo sexbot that wants nothing more but to clank my Master and Mistress, over and over!”

“Now that’s what I like to hear.” MJ took hold of her newest toy, raising her up to full height on unsteady legs, embracing and kissing the transformed Transformer, before smacking her on that dump truck of ass.

Within moments, MJ had her dick deep in Arcee’s hot, sloppy “aft port”, pressing her hips up against the plush ass, once more holding onto her handlebars for dear life, occasional cranking on the throttle to really drive the biker bitch’s mind and engine wild. But instead of having the leggy, busty bot splayed out over the highway like a pin-up, Arcee had converted into her motorcycle mode, her fat ass and dripping cunt raised up from the seat, the posterior cresting above the rear end and license plate. Feet driven into the ground, her entire body stretched over Arcee’s chassis, with her rear wheel running a rut in the dirt and kicking up a cloud of dust in it’s wake, MJ gritted her teeth as she slammed her engorged cock into that tight, naughty slit with all the power she could manage.

Truth be told, she loved the idea of mounting a motorbike while literally “mounting” a motorbike, but it was a lot more awkward than she ever could have imagined. Even increasing her size and core muscle strength and paralyzing Arcee in place so the bike wouldn’t fly off on her. But, after much effort, MJ gave up the ghost. She withdrew from Arcee, grimacing after the failure of the erotic mounting.

“Mi-mistress…!” Arcee whined as MJ pulled out, her headlights flickering in time with her vocal patterns. “Please! I need your human tool in my port… my plug… my stupid robo-cunt!”

“Oh, don’t worry babe, you’ll still get it…” MJ said, gently touching Arcee on her instrument display. “We just need to give you a new alt-mode…”

Another surge of power, and Arcee felt her body changing again, this time immensely more pleasurable than before, as the motorcycle began to fold in on itself, tires shifting to the side as the chassis and components curled up into a ball.

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Arcee was now a pocket pussy in disguise! Her blue armour encasing the soft, technorganic parts of her new body, while her drooling cyber-cunt was on display and hot and hungry for some loving. MJ held the volleyball-sized sextoy in her hands, as it wiggled and made muffled noises, Arcee trying to speak despite not having a mouth.

“Wait, you didn’t have a mouth in your motorcycle form but could still talk perfectly fine. Why the difference now?” MJ mused aloud, as she speared herself on the spherical fleshlight, muffled speech turning into muffled moans. “Probably a subconscious choice in the reformatting. Don’t need you to speak when you’re taking dick. Besides, we can talk plenty when I get you home and show you off to Robbie.”

MJ began to walk the long, dusty road home, Arcee balled up and affixed on her dick.

Now, MJ could have used her powers to take her home in any myriad ways, limitless cosmic power and all that jazz. And while she was fine with walking while fucking her pocket pussy, maybe she had another subconscious desire bring something else to life. Because, out of nowhere, a red sports car appeared on the horizon.

It also happened to be for sale.

And she was also going to turn that into a VTOL jet. Don’t worry, MJ would explain it all.

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“I’m not upset, just confused.” Rob said, his newest **** sucking on his cock. “You bought Arcee, I get that, but where did Windblade come from?”

“Yeah, I bought her, too.” MJ explained with a shrug. She and Rob were capstones of a fuck chain, with MJ once more pounding Arcee’s pussy, said biker bot’s face buried in the ass of yet another robotic fucktoy, with the winged bimbo slurping on Rob’s dick.

“You… bought…” Rob looked down at Windblade in concern. Not in the fact that she was now his adoring sexslave (that was part and parcel for his life). His concern was that she, “a VTOL jet, possibly of alien make, in the middle of the California highway?”

“Well, she started out as a sports car. I added the jet mode when I made her Windblade.” MJ explained, never breaking her stride. “She’s a triple-changer now!”

“Not one in canon…”

“She also doesn’t have giant tits or a hot pussy in canon. Canon’s for nerds, tiger!” MJ reared back and laughed, hilting herself fully in Arcee and making her cum. “We can do whatever we want. Whatever you want. Besides, what’s up your butt? Why do you need to know how I picked up my two new bimbots? You know I can do whatever I want, subconsciously or consciously?”

“Well, even after a month, I think I’m still getting used to it.” Rob admitted. “I was used to letting the world throw girls at me. Being a teacher, being pulled over the cops, going to the gym. Guess I’m too comfortable being a passenger to fate and not actively shaping it. I mean, you picked these two awesome babes, Zatanna’s been playing with Wonder Woman, and Wanda, well… she’s got something really wild cooked up. But, anyway…”

“You’re rambling, tiger. We can worry about the existential stuff later. For now, just enjoy your new fuckbots. C’mon, I know you love her…”

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Rob pulled back from the cocksucking Cybertronian, splashing cum across her face. Windblade gave a fawning, hopeful smile.

“Did I please you, Mastah?” Did Whoreblade do a good job for her big, virile human Mastah?” Given her Kabuki-style make-up, MJ had given Windblade the personality of a fawning geisha, speaking in a soft, erotic voice with a heavy Japanese accent. It was just perfect.

“Oh yeah, you did great, slut.” Rob said, tracing a thumb down her face, watching MJ disengage from Arcee, giving him an idea. “But now, we’re going to see if Mistress MJ was thorough in her reformatting and gave you two bimbots wombs. I cannot wait to see what kids I can whelp from you two. I am going to fuck a full fleet of vehicles into you two.”

“‘Kids’!?” Arcee yelped in confusion, voice thick from having her tongue plated in Windblade’s cunt. “Little organic lifeforms? Can we do that? Wait… does clanking make kids?”

“Ooh, would be great honour to have Mastah’s babies.” Windblade cooed, immediately falling to her back and allowing Rob access to her slit. “Whoreblade love being Mastah’s bimbot breeding toy. Whoreblade made for human cock!”

“And look, now we have transportation for us and the kids and we never have to buy a vehicle ever again!” MJ said, slinking over to Rob’s side, wrapping her arms about him, the two staring lustfully at the prone, willing breeding bots.

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Rob will admit, he never expected to have a pair of Transformers amongst his harem, even after jerking it to Arcee more than a few times. But that was life now, full of surprises, even moreso with his three queens dedicated to giving him the best life possible. But he had been doing a lot collecting strays the past few weeks. Fun as it was to add new cockdolls to the menagerie of sluts, he still had plenty of plans to forward.

And also, several longtime slaves he couldn’t stand to neglect.

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My original intent was this little bit to be longer - my usual three chapter structure - maybe include one or two others Transformers - Strongarm or Shatter - but I decided to cut it short and move on. As I've mentioned, I have been struggling to write as of late so hoping moving on to newer stuff and more "traditional" stuff for this story will help.