You keep thinking back to your time with Mistress Wonderful. Talking to another heroine in trouble reminds you of your own. (M/F, mild )

As it turned out, the League of Prosperity had an absolutely enormous number of tasks that needed doing by 'superheroes' or 'sidekicks' for bureaucratic purposes, but didn't actually involve any action or daring. Despite the fact that the League has literally thousands of non-costumed employees, a few of whom have powers of their own, there are lots of forms and requests that specifically call for a 'hero' to approve or adjudicate something.

It isn't all as horribly boring as it sounds. Approving expense requests can make for some entertaining reading, especially when you have to wonder just what disaster required Bubble Girl to order 20,000 dollars worth of stereo equipment, 500 pounds of raw hamburger meat, a John Deere tractor and several hundred hand-crafted origami cranes made from ten dollar bills.

The heroine herself, a controller of elemental water, was a young woman whose aquamarine blue hair, cut very short, matched the shade of her eyes. Unsurprisingly, her 'costume' was just a blue two-piece polka dot bikini. The **** skimpiness of her costume meant that you couldn't help but notice that there was a firm, protruding bulge bloating out her lower midsection, making her look as if she'd swallowed a soccer ball. You're pretty sure she caught you staring at what is clearly a third-trimester pregnancy, but she didn't say anything about it at the time.

You figure she's already having to endure a lot of bad puns about "looking ready to pop". She has a generally annoyed, frustrated expression on her face the whole time you interact with her, but she doesn't seem to be annoyed with you, specifically.

That image stuck in your mind... because you keep thinking back to how careless you'd been when helping Molly with her 'fan show'. You'd gotten what you were pretty sure were period cramps a couple of weeks after your days with her so you'd gone about your routine, assuming you dodged the bullet. But then for weeks on end you were constantly getting sick and throwing up early in the day. And then, once that mercifully cleared up, you started feeling strangely fatigued and under the weather.

Redirecting your nervous thoughts, you'd decided out of curiosity to see if you could find out what the deal was with Bubble Girl. What started with some innocent internet searches for gossip articles about who she was dating ended up with you going down a rabbit hole that led to an advertisement for a... video. And you'd paid for it, just to satisfy your curiosity, and got a copy of the file emailed to you. At first you thought it had to be a scam or something. But the video was dated exactly five months ago.

In that video was a version of Bubble Girl. This was clearly filmed before her belly button became an 'outie', and she's sporting an enviable set of washboard abs rather than the spherical pregnancy bulge she has now. Her skin is looking a lot more tanned, and her arms and legs more toned as well. She was giving a short interview on camera explaining that she'd been caught tresspassing in a private club and was here to make a movie to help "pay for the damage she caused to a legitimate businessman's private property" by appearing in the latest 'Stallion' video in exchange for not being handed over to the Lethal Legion or any other serious supervillain groups.

After the flustered blue-haired heroine gave her age (20) and measurements (size 34 DD bust, etc.), you got to see who this 'Stallion' was - a fair-skinned man, long dark hair kept in a ponytail, with a sculpted bodybuilder's physique, whose only costume piece was a simple 'Lone Ranger' style mask over his eyes. Your eyebrows were raised quite a bit by the fact that Stallion was otherwise nude by the time he flopped onto the waterbed alongside Bubble Girl and started caressing her nubile body with his hands.

That should've told you enough about where it was going to confirm your suspicions. But you watched it all. Maybe, some part of you held out hope, this dirty video being sold online is just a coincidence and she ended up turning the tables on the bad guy at some point. But although Bubble Girl was clearly anxious about the situation, at least at first, the villain never needed to get rough with her because she went along with everything.

You're pretty sure that during your 'training' you'd been taught a similar strategy... Hans had taught you that if you find yourself in a grip of a villain whose power has you hopelessly outclassed, you should "pretend" to give in and look for an opportunity to slip away. Bubble Girl wrinkled her nose cutely and turned away when he tried to kiss her, but she couldn't get away from his busy hands, which soon were slithering into her bikini bottoms.

It turned out 'Stallion' was about as well endowed as his name would imply. Which is to say, just barely equal to what Molly had given to you at length. When his hands disappeared under the surface of her bikini top for some shameless groping that made her squeal, Stallion's lengthy cock was rubbing up between her sun-kissed thighs.

And then came the moment that left you on the edge of your seat - when, after a long 69 session and some missionary style sex, Bubble Girl straddled Stallion's hips and rode him like a cowgirl. Since you were alone, you succumbed to the temptation, and the carrot you brought for lunch ended up getting... repurposed... though you ached for something as thick as what you were seeing on screen, let alone what Molly shared with you.

Each time you watch the hips of the girl on screen quiver when the villain goes deep in her, you moan softly. You had never imagined that this kind of thing happened with the superheroes you'd spent your whole life idolizing and hoping to join. Well... perhaps you had imagined it once or twice. But certainly not distributed on a video over the internet!

From off screen the cameraman asks Bubble Girl "Are you having fun, cutie?"

"S-shut up!" she says as her gorgeous tan-line marked rump bounces again and again against the villain's muscular thighs. Her polka-dot bikini bottoms do an amazing job of flattering the firm buttocks toned by an aquatic-themed heroine's requisite swimming practice. She's probably glad she left them on, as they give her at least a tiny measure of protection when he gives those lovely cheeks a swat with his hand.

"I just thought you should know about the reason the gang you were interfering with brought me in to deal with you."

"I already... unh! ...know that. To make a porn movie of me getting fucked by this... monster-cocked jackass, to humiliate me." Bubble Girl says, not slowing her movements.

"No, not quite. Tell her, boss."

When Stallion speaks up, his voice is labored, as it's a little hard to concetrate with a stunningly gorgeous, athletic young heroine sliding her cunt up and down his massive meat-stick. "Mmf," he grunts, "the enhancements from a mad scientist friend of mine that turned me into 'Stallion' weren't just for making me strong enough to stand up to supes in a fight. Before I went in for it, I was trying to get into the porno business. It took me years to work my way up to where I was just about to fuck an actress on camera for real."

"Ugh, gross." Bubble Girl mutters as she shakes her booty against his lap. Stallion grabs her jiggling tits in his hands and continues speaking in a casual tone: "But that very day, a heroine busted onto the set to take down my boss over some petty crime. And she was so hot... that I popped my cork before I could even touch the actress. I was the laughing stock of everybody on set. My one chance and I literally blew it because you super-girls have to flaunt your goods everywhere you go."

"I don't give a crap about your life story! Can we just... mmf... hurry up and finish this already?!" the tomboyish heroine on his lap demands sharply.

"So I became a guinea pig for any crazy scientist who'd take me. It hurt like hell but for once, luck was on my side, and I got what I needed to teach you arrogant brats a lesson." Stallion continues.

Sliding her pussy all the way down onto Stallion's big rod makes Bubble Girl shudder as she leans back and rests her hands on his knees. "Yeah, whatever!" she says in a flippant voice, still trying to keep her cool. "We'll see who teaches who a lesson! I'm gonna train my hydro powers twice as hard, and when we have a rematch, I'm gonna kick your butt!" The defiance of her words is slightly undercut by the way she's wiggling her hips from side to side, rubbing her slick inner walls against every inch of his experimentally-enhanced manhood. "Just because you have a big dick doesn't mean... doesn't..." Bubble Girl seems to lose her train of thought for a moment. A little quiver runs through her thighs and she involuntarily squeezes the man under her between her knees as she bites down on a scream of ecstasy.

The cameraman pans over to Stallion for a second, who is clenching his jaw and snorting heavily through his nostrils, appropriately for his namesake. "Heheh. You wanna tell her, Stallion?" the cameraman says slyly.

"Mmmph." the villain wraps his hands around the sprightly heroine's bubbly bikini-clad butt. "That wasn't what the enhancement process did, missy. That cock you're feeling was just just as big before that. How'd you think I got into porn? Doc Fausto added other stuff you... ungh..." a particularly sudden, sharp thrust of Bubble Girl's hips against his lap, producing a slap of skin on skin, only interrupts him for a second. "...don't know about, to help deal with heroines."

Now that she's coming down from her conflicted climax, the blue-haired young woman astride him seems to want another, as after that first sudden motion, she starts slowly edging her pussy up and down on his cock. "I know you have super strength already, dumbass. You never would've been able to win against the power of my bubble blast, otherwise." she says. Bubble Girl is sitting up straight as she rides him slowly, about as confident and unruffled as anyone in her position could be.

"That ain't what Stallion was talking about, cutie." the cameraman says, his voice maliciously giddy as if in on a private joke. "You'll find out soon."

"Alright," Stallion says gruffly, using his hands to urge Bubble Girl to pick up the pace and start riding him hard again, "decision time, Bubble Girl. I'll make you a deal." he says, his voice clearly growing strained but still firm and authoritative, in a sleazy kind of way. "If you won't leave the city, we gotta settle this. One contest. You win, I back off for good and let you... hnnghhh... let you bust whoever you want. You lose, you have to stop meddling in underworld business for a year or so."

Pausing in her movements, the young bikini-clad heroine rests her hands on the villain's sculpted, rock-hard abs. Like many women, it seems she's having a harder time getting her second orgasm than the first, and she's been seeking it so vigorously her beach-tanned skin is starting to glisten with sweat. "It's not gonna be something super weird, is it?" she asks in a tone of mild suspicion, as if that were a normal question to ask a masked supervillain while all nine inches of his cock are inside you.

"No, it'll be basic." he grunts, tightening his grip on her waist. "Just a swimming contest."

"Swimming contest?!" The excitement in Bubble Girl's voice is impossible to conceal. She starts bucking her hips back and forth against him. The cameraman circles around briefly to show her flashing a toothy, confident smile. "Absolutely! You gotta be pretty confident to challenge me to something like that! Over-confident that is!" Her chipper tone of voice is a cute contrast to the camera clearly showing her shaved cuntlips engulfing Stallion's towering cock again and again, taking the whole length.

"So that's a yes?" Stallion asks as a small voice, as the camera operator goes back around behind them to zoom in on Bubble Girl's pussy stretched around the base of his shaft. His balls tense up ominously.

"Heck yeah! Name the time and place!" she leans back again and grabs her own breasts with her hands, flicking her nipples as she seeks to get off again.

"Mmmmhhhhh..." Stallion snorts heavily again. "Conceited brat... You asked for it." He gives her ass a hard squeeze, and lets out a deep grunt of triumph. The balls nestled against the newbie heroine's bikini-clad ass cheeks tremble.

"Ahhhh...!" Bubble Girl lets out a breathy gasp of pleasure and rolls her head to the side... then suddenly yelps sharply. "Ah-! That's hot! Are you...?! Let me off!" she slaps ineffectually at his hands. But unfortunately, it seems that safely dismounting a wild stallion is easier said than done. By the time he releases his grip of her buttocks and she stands up, it's clearly too late. She bends over double as she squats awkwardly above him...

...thought she might wish she hadn't, because it gives Bubble Girl a nice clear view of the mess the villain's oversized load has made of her cunt. She squeezes. Back in the real world, you turn up the volume without thinking, so that you can hear the outrageously lewd sound of trapped air and gooey white cum escaping from her snatch. Several thick strands of pearly white dribble out of her along with the bubbles, one of which drops right onto the villain's hairy testicles.

"Hahahah," the cameraman chuckles unsympathetically off screen. "So, she can do her 'bubble blast attack' with her pussy, too. You oughta add that to your official list of powers, missy."

"You came inside me?!" Bubble Girl asks in disbelief as she spreads her labial lips with her fingers, trying to see how much is still in there (it seems to be quite a lot).

"Yeah." Stallion unsympathetically puts his hands behind his head and lays back to relax. "I see the league didn't hire you for your smarts, huh? That's the swimming contest. I gotta warn you, though, it's not just my biceps that have super strength and stamina. So your little opponents are gonna have an unfair advantage."

It seems Bubble Girl is speechless. Stallion jerks his head to the side. "Shower is that way, at the end of the hall. I know you could use the water in there to try and attack us again, but you might wanna focus on washing up as quick as you can if you don't want that cute little tummy of yours swelling up like a bubble."

......

*SNAP* *CRRRRUNCHH* Pleasure explodes through your body as you tighten your grip on the carrot until it snaps in the throes of your climax. You're panting, and sweat is soaking through your sultry sidekick uniform. The shattered carrot falls from your numb, limp fingers. It's a good thing your bionic beaver tail got blown up in the battle which Fast Hans is still recovering from in the infirmiry, or else you probably would've smacked the chair behind you through the wall in your excitement.

At the end of the highly illicit video, advertisements for more "Hardcore Heroine Auditions" pop up. Apparently, this was the sixth video in a series. The bumper at the end flashes an advert showing a couple of petite girls in cutesy, colorful dresses - one with blue hair and a rainbow-patterned dress, and the other with poofy blonde pigtails and a yellow and white dress. The blue-haired girl looks nervous, but the cute, well-endowed blonde next to her is winking flirtatiously. "Cumming soon: H.H.A. #7 double feature! Magical Girl Fuck-fest with Dr. Rainbow and Summer Sunshine!"

You aren't paying much attention though. The situation hurled you right back to your time with Mistress Wonderful. In the immediate aftermath, you'd been delighted. A few days after that when worry set in, you convinced herself she'd probably been exaggerating about having functional sperm... just saying that to get her fans on the livestream excited. Sure, her shapeshifting powers were impressive, but Molly was born a female before that fateful scientific mission gave her those powers. Surely that wasn't biologically possible, you'd thought? But now you realize that was wishful thinking. Things like physics and biology go out the window when superpowers get involved.

And just like Bubble Girl in the video, in the end, you'd foolishly agreed to it. You'd arrogantly dared Molly to plant her seed in your womb. Not once, but twice! The first time you at least had the excuse of having been sprayed by some aphrodisiac **** by petty criminals and needing her to help you 'work it out of your system'. And you'd at least made sure she wore a condom, not that it did any good. But the second time, you didn't have either excuse. Or the third time. Or the fourth. You'd even asked her to intentionally not form any sperm on the off chance that they were actually fertile. But something, some level of intimacy, had been missing. So you'd gone back to asking for the 'full experience'.

In the end, when you'd been in your most fertile time of month, Molly had clearly realized she had you so wrapped around her finger that she cheekily refused to use a condom. And you caved. And somehow, swept away in passion, you hadn't thought to tell her not to cum inside you until it was too late...

Late. Just like your latest period.

You minimize the perverse video with Stallion and re-view a couple of recent camera interviews that Bubble Girl had given to reporters. Even though her bikini outfit clearly shows her advancing pregnancy, none of the reporters ask her about it directly or question who the father is, even though Bubble Girl is one of the "non-secret" heroes whose given name, Kelly Lakes, is public knowledge, so there should be no problem asking her if she has a husband or boyfriend... in fact there are some gossip columns from a year back with photos of her going on dates with some scrawny guy she met at a 'save the dolphins' charity event. Ironically she dresses much less sexy for a date (just a tank top and shorts) than she does for heroism.

Is it too much to hope that she's still dating that guy and that it was his little soldiers that reached her egg rather than a contemptible, rapey villain's seed? Somehow, you suspect that it is, especially with the way that that cad, Stallion, was bragging about having mad-science-enhanced sperm.

For some reason - maybe a conflict in egos, maybe because those who live lives of adventure and danger seek stability - it's more common for heroines and heroes to have non-costumed romantic partners than to date each other... which is one of the reasons there's endless competition among rich celebrities who want to live in Acropolis City despite the fact that it's always getting demolished, held hostage, invaded from other dimensions, etc.

And yet, even though normally a celebrity in Kelly/Bubble Girl's position would be getting deluged with questions about what it means for her career or if a wedding is planned, the interviewers scrupulously avoid bringing it up. Neither does she say anything except indirectly when she talks about 'Taking a break from patrolling and focusing on humanitarian efforts for the next year'. And... this is with that video being sold and distributed online. Does that mean the reporters know? Do they think it would be impolite to bring up since the exact moment that led to her swelling midsection was already circulating? Are they being sensitive to the fact that thousands if not millions of degenerates had watched the heroine's impregnation on screen?

....just like everyone on Molly's livestream watched her seed you?

A hot flush comes over you as you feel the embarrassment and excitement building in you again. But there is also a cold tingle of reality in the back of your mind. If it was a utterly loathsome and despicable criminal who was the father of her baby, why didn't Bubble Girl get the problem taken care of at a women's clinic? You don't know that much about her, but there wasn't anything in her profile to suggest she's especially religious. It's a lot more complicated in your case, considering the feelings you and Molly have for each other, but in her case, it can hardly be said that the roundness in Bubble Girl's abdomen was the result of a loving relationship.

And yet, if she's this far along, she apparently really intends to give birth to a sleazy, low-tier supervillain's kid. During your years doing paperwork for the League of Propriety, you had to handle a few paternity suits involving irresponsible male heroes. There was a geeky photographer who'd clearly been trading 'something' for exclusive photo opportunities, a particle physicist who looked very good for her mid thirties, a couple of honor students from a local university who'd asked the heroes giving a commencement address to show them to a "flying fuck", a ballerina, and, most scandalously, a well-known female televangelist.

But, you suddenly realize, none of those lawsuits were from superheroines. Nor did you ever see a superheroine filing a paternity suit against someone else. Bubble Girl is far from the first pregnant heroine you've seen at headquarters. The number of baby bumps you've seen protruding through skimpy costumes is well into the double digits, and you'd been working there for less than 5 years. You hadn't thought much of it at the time. Any workplace with a lot of young women in it is going to have a steady stream of pregnancies as the employees start families, especially since the League has generous parental leave policies. You had always assumed those heroines filing for maternity leave were married, or at least had steady boyfriends, and just didn't talk about their personal life. But now... now... you're starting to wonder.

Brushing some of your hair aside, you rub a hand over your stomach, knowing you might be joining this heroine in the baby bump club (...and maybe not just her, if that 'Stallion' asshole has already made seven videos). It's scary. Terrifying, actually. But also a little exciting. Does this mean you might be spending the rest of your life with Molly? You and she might seriously be raising a child together, watching them grow up, going to piano recitals and family vacations, picking out schools, arguing over bedtime...? It's overwhelming. This is very, very far from what you expected your 'sidekick' training to lead to.

"Holy crap... and all because of that robbery. I wonder if 'Walking Disaster' knew that that blast of hers that destroyed my tail might have done more damage than she realized..." you mutter to yourself as you stroke your still-flat stomach.

Either way, after watching that video you can't just keep going on like it's business as usual. You already have an appointment at the League of Propriety's labs tomorrow for a check-up to make sure all your injuries are fully healed, and for initial tests of the "new and improved" bionic beaver tail being constructed. You work up the courage to ask for another 'test' while you're there...