Chapter Twenty Eight

Silver Streak practically teleported, appearing on her knees beneath Zane’s prodigious prick, head tilted back and mouth wide open to catch his empowering ejaculate.

“Bathe me, my betrothed.” She demanded, her heavy lavender tits heaving. “Lavish this princess in your fluid affections!”

Kenetica wasn’t far behind, jostling in beside the xeno speedster, also raising her flawless face to catch the shimmering splooge. “No, me! I demand you punish me, sugar. I’ve been a very naughty girl, abusing the power you gave me in sneaky, sneaky ways.”

“What about me, sir?” Sally Putty elbowed in between her kneeling teammates. “I didn’t misbehave. I’m, like, a totally obedient cumslut who can look like anyone you want. Reward me! Wanna bang Juno Jupiter?” She morphed into a coffee-skinned Amazon, hair turning pitch black, gaining height as her muscles expanded to almost rival Zane’s. “She’s, like, crazy hot, right? Or I could be someone else–”

“Hey, I want in too! Don’t forget about me.” Chuffed the bushy-tailed beastkin, hopping about behind the jostling trio.

Miriad’s whole world canted at a dizzying angle, spinning out of control. Unable to comprehend the happenings around her. She was just a dumb-dumb whore and…

Simply obey. There is pleasure in obedience. Good girls like to obeyyyyy-AHHH!

Kinetica’s voice, ending in an ecstatic cry, echoed in her hollow skull. It reverberated through every strung-out nerve and sinew, delivering unimaginable raptures directly to her core.

“HYAAAAA~!!”

Once Miriad’s vision cleared again, she found herself on the ground in the center of a huddle. Several faces peered down at her with troubled expressions. One in particular stood out from the throng. A lantern-jawed hunk towered head and shoulders above the women, naked and throbbing, his jaw dropping monster-cock obscuring her field of view like a lunar eclipse.

A glowing dollop spilled from its turgid tip, splotching her neck. It shone for a second before being absorbed like moisturizer. The skin there prickled pleasantly, and Miriad felt something delightful spread from that spot. A droplet of liquid power.

She ached for more.

“Dammit, Colly. This is what I was talking about. Look at her.” Mister Studly Manmeat berated… Kinetica?

“I dunno, sir. She seems okay to me.” A vaguely familiar green-haired beauty interjected, “You should see her after a proper binge session. This just looks like she’s having too much fun.”

“Don’t worry, Sugar. She’ll level out once you enhance her.” The gorgeous blonde replied. “If you enhance her, I mean. The amount of radiation you’re putting out would make any heroine loopy. It’s a bit easier to manage after leveling up.”

Yup, definitely Kinecta, only with huge milky honkers for some reason. That was nice. Miriad really liked Kinetica, and she adored fat boobies, but right then, what little focus she had was locked on that massive swinging rod.

Don’t think. Don’t protest.

It flickered with yellow light as another bead of super juice gathered at the bulbous crown.

“More.” She groaned through drooling lips. She was such a dumb slut, and dumb sluts went gaga over muscle-bound demigods with magic super-shlongs, right? “Mooore…”

Dumb slut. Dumb slut. Dumb slut.

“Sounds like she’s on board with the idea if that helps.” A cute foxgirl commented, blushing furiously. “And, uh, this doesn’t seem too different to a beastkin going into heat. Similar noises used to come from Ma’s bedroom once a year before she got on the pill.”

“Ultimately, the decision is yours, my betrothed.” Stated a purple-skinned alien knockout. She spoke with imperious haughtiness, as though there could be no argument. “You’re our leader in all things. Naturally, we will abide by your decision. Whatever that may be.”

Obey our new leader. Don’t think. Obey our new leader. Don’t think.

The mental commands kept coming, hard and fast. They clashed within Miriad’s vacant skull, pulverizing what grey matter remained into mush. Reducing her to a simpler, mindlessly horny state.

Keep it simple… not the sharpest… simply obey… good girls obey.

Was she a good girl? Miriad certainly hoped so.

There is pleasure in obedience.

Her pruny fingers had found their way into her briefs again, stropping her insatiable snatch. She needed something more. Something bigger. Something harder. Something which glowed yellow and shot luminous loads that would pack her dumb slut pussy full to bursting.

“Alright. Pipe down, ladies. I’ve reached a verdict.” Sir hunky hunk fuckmaster announced. The women immediately clammed up, their anticipation tangible.

His cock lurched; that precious glob of glimmering goo dangled by a sticky thread. Miriad’s gaze tracked it like a shark scenting blood in the water. Fingers curling to strum that sweet spot inside her as she inhaled his salty, hyper-masculine aroma.

“After much deliberation and careful consideration, taking into account the various testimonials each of you has presented pertaining to Miss Miriad’s character, as well as other extenuating circumstances…” he paused, glancing meaningfully at Kinetica, who bashfully looked away, a hand pressed to her palpitating bosom. “I’ve decided to fuck the bitch anyway.”

“Yay.” Miriad croaked. The other women let out sounds of approval ranging from satisfied purrs to excited squeals. “The bitch is me, yeah?”

“Bingo. Now let’s get you squared away.” Dreamboat Mystery Man grunted, bending low to grab her hips. “Colly, you know what to do.”

“Of course, sugar.”

That they were outside in broad daylight, surrounded by cowering onlookers and smoking debris, didn’t appear to worry the donkey-dicked studmuffin as he effortlessly hoisted her limp form like she weighed less than a blow-up sex doll.

It seemed an apt description; her head felt stuffed with air while her dumb slut pussy yearned to be stuffed by something else entirely.

And since he apparently didn’t care, she wouldn’t object to the public display either.

“Hello? Anyone in there?” The grip on her hips grew painfully tight, and he shook her. “Wakey wakey, let’s see you spread those legs.”

Don’t think. Obey our new leader.

Miriad moved on autopilot, raising her knees before widening them in a horizontal split like a circus acrobat. Complete body control was the least of her abilities. Honed to perfection from countless hours of calisthenics in the gymnasium.

Booted heels sticking straight out to either side, mind blessedly blank, Miriad held the position until Beefcake He-Man’s ginormous girth pressed against her lycra-covered entrance.

“F-f-f-f-fuuuuck~!”

The ditzy duplicator jittered when his glowing seed leached through the nectar-soaked fabric–lightning arcing between their connected loins. She seized his wrists in gauntleted fists, teeth chattering and eyes watering as he shoved inward, ignoring the flimsy obstruction.

“Oh, wow.” The foxgirl whispered, her tail wagging and thighs churning fitfully. “Is this really happening out in the open? People are watching…”

“Let them bear witness.” The lavender-skinned alien waved a dismissive hand. The other was preoccupied pinching a puckered peak poking out of her metallic bodysuit. “So they may erect statues of my betrothed in the future, immortalizing this historical moment when he donned the mantle of power.”

“Those statues will be erect, alright. Look at that goddamn meatstick!” A green-haired girl exclaimed, pulling them both into a hug via her rubbery arms. “I’m, like, super-duper jelly!”

Miriad barely registered their voices. She floated outside reality in a liminal space consisting wholly of cunt-crushing pressure and the excruciating need to be screwed senseless.

Mister Fuckstud’s size and strength were immense, relentlessly pushing further into her slipper folds, dragging the elasticated briefs across her love button. They were stretched thin over that knee-knocking knob like the world’s worst protection. Miriad could feel his fluid heat bleeding through the lycra, sending her temperature skyrocketing.

He was reshaping her insides. Her first-ever dick was a doozy, scraping and sculpting her convulsing channel with brutal persistence. She saw stars when it demolished her G-spot, knocking the breath out of her, and kept on going.

Heels drumming the air, Miriad fought to maintain the aerial splits, trying to ease him into her deepest recesses, only to fall apart like a cheap plastic toy.

“Aaaaaah–ommfff~!”

He wasn’t even halfway in, and she was already cumming. Twitching and twerking through the life-changing climax as though she were a stupid fuckpuppet whose strings were tangled.

Dumb slut. Dumb slut. Dumb slut.

Equilibrium lost, she’d toppled backward in wailing, rapturous throes when invisible arms caught her. Kinetica–captivating, fascinating Kinetica–floated above her, grinned down at Miriad with those blazing heart-shaped irises.

“My Zay-Zay is probably too much for an arrogant man-hater like you.” She murmured sympathetically, then crammed a naked tit between Miriad’s foaming lips. “Here, this should help ease the transition.”

Milk flooded the duplicator’s mouth at the exact moment her costume briefs finally snapped like a broken bungee cord. Untethered, unleashed, Kinetica’s Zay-Zay slammed into her virginal cervix with the gut-punching **** of a speeding truck.

She would have screamed if not for the humongous hooters smothering her face and the cream clogging her throat. Instead, Miriad choked down the cloying lactate. She spluttered and shook as it landed in her taut tummy like a nuclear strike, euphoria blasted outward, dousing every cell in her spasming form with vitality.

“That’s right. Give the bitch both barrels, love.” Growled Zay-Zay, mountainous sex god, wielder of the titanic tool, and deliverer of almighty O’s. “I wanna test the limits of our combined powers. To see how deep this rabbit hole goes.”

“As you wish, sugar.”

Miriad couldn’t imagine him going any deeper into her fuckbunny hole. He had to be pummeling her womb already!

She might have howled or whimpered or blurted an objection, but her greedy gob was stoppered by Kinetica's milk-spouting teat. She could also feel the power pouring out of Zay-Zay. His halo of yellow light pulsed, and his radiant skin glowed brighter as he aggressively assaulted her baby box.

It baked Miriad like a second sun. Unearthly energies washed through her, spurting into her at each ruinous slam of his wrecking ball wang. They spread through the stupified superwoman. Meeting, then mingling with the invigorating milk to devastating effect.

“Gllmmmmph!”

The sensation wasn’t painful or unpleasant, simply strange.

Initially, the power gathered in Miriad’s center, refining and reinforcing her core muscles. Her already slim waistline shrank to a waspish sixteen inches as her abs hardened into steel and her hips flared like handles within Zay’s bruising clutches.

She felt herself tighten around his pillaging pole, her pelvic floor constricting while her trim torso slimmed and condensed into a slender hourglass that top-tier supermodels would covet.

“Holy shit, that’s a skin-tight pussy!” He bellowed, jacking her up and down in a blur of chestnut hair that grew longer, glossier, and more voluminous by the second. “Don’t stop, love. Keep feeding her.”

The yellow energy surged in her chest next—the duplicator’s perky C cup breasts grew like watermelons ripening in quick time. They swelled and thickened rapidly, overflowing the confines of her red sports bra in every direction. Excessive cleavage, side boob, and under boob squished out from around the restrictive top. Her pointed nipples drilled through the stretched-thin fabric, which bit painfully into the ballooning tit-flesh, creating the illusion that the chest support was shrinking.

Miriad gasped when her new knockers slapped her saliva-coated chin, knocking her spinning head back with their sloshing heft. The damn oinky-doinkies were out of control, bouncing wildly from King Dong’s snatch-spearing exertions.

“Yes, keep feeding her.” A mature, elegant face framed by crimson locks popped up over Zay-Zay’s shelf-like shoulder, alight with a wicked glee. “Show mommy the furthest extent of your special lactate, dear. Accurate data from different heroines–pregnant or not–will inform her future experiments.”

The implications of that comment sailed past Miriad without registering as her limbs lengthened into miles-long legs and arms sporting smooth, supple muscle. There was no room for thought in an empty brain swamped by feel-good hormones.

She was ping-ponging from one cunt-gushing climax to the next at lightning speed. Her entire existence boiled down to a single purpose: to be a cum-drunk dumb-dumb who guzzled magical boobie milk and… obeyed her new leader.

Good girls obey. There is pleasure in obedience.

Miriad wholeheartedly agreed as another wash of molten power sizzled through her veins. She gurgled incoherently, spilling Kinectica’s precious cream across her sharpened cheekbones.

“Wait, pregnant?” Mr Leaderman Supreme’s mega-meat lurched, depositing more glowing jizz in her good girl puss-puss. Hot honey squirted down her trembling thighs. “Who’s pregnant?”

Though his tone conveyed mild alarm, he didn’t stop savaging Miriad’s bimbofied figure, for which she was slobberingly grateful. Using her gauntleted hold on his wrists, she yanked herself in, harder and faster. Grinding on that apocalyptic prick to coax out more preternatural spunk.

“Ummm… all of us, I think?” Miss Green Hair remarked, sounding unsure. “Most of us, definitely.”

She had the purple hottie and the fox girl trussed like Thanksgiving turkeys in her elasticated arms, bound in the Shibari style. Their ankles, wrists, and elbows were tied behind their backs, while lengths of Greeny’s elongated limbs circled their lush hips, thighs, and breasts in a complex configuration. It pinched and distended their firm, pliable flesh in an undeniably erotic display of submission.

“I object to this treatment.” The xeno speedster objected dryly, lying on her side. “It is undignified. Only my betrothed may lay hands on me.”

“It’s meant to entice him into fucking us next.” Whispered the beastkin, wiggling in her bonds. “The three of us tied together. Ready to be railed, remember?”

“I officially retract my complaint.”

Pregnant? Would she get pregnant? Did she want that?!

The apprehension flittered across Miriad’s mind like a dandelion seed. Blown away by the next brain-busting cummy. What did it matter? She was a dumb, good girl slut who lived to obey and would bear Superstud Leaderman’s offspring if he commanded.

He’d already knocked up Kinetica, which made him a…

“Daddy! Oh, Daddy.” She blubbered, joyful tears streaming from her eyes. “You’re making me… Ahhhhh! Making me a mommy! Yes, Daddy… Mmmmm~! Give your good girl slut a baby!”

“Fucking hell, why is that so goddamn hot?” Daddy growled, dropping to his knees to pound her into the pavement in a reverse wheelbarrow position. “I deserve the best. There’s nothing to worry about. I deserve the best. There’s nothing to worry about.”

He repeated the words like a mantra, his Herculean physique blazing like a beacon. Miriad basked in the power radiating off of him, squealing and writhing ecstatically on a blanket of her thick, shiny hair.

“You do, sugar, you deserve all of it!” Kinetica left Miriad there to press against his side, the blonde’s jumbo jugs streaming milk across his ripped arm and chest in white rivulets. “You never have to worry about anything ever again, I promise. Now claim the belligerent bitch. Fix her with your enhancer dick!”

Her expression was one of unhinged adoration served with a generous side of wild-eyed lust.

“Take her, sweetie. Take her right here in front of everyone.” The older redhead husked, gluing her sexy MILF to his other side. “Show the world what a strong, dominant man you’ve become. Make mommy proud.”

Her face and actions mirrored Kinetica’s. Both knockout beauties grinded themselves against Daddy’s pistoning hips, practically riding him as they caressed his heaving shoulders and back, dripping honeyed affection in his ears.

They were visibly quaking with arousal, costumes disheveled as damp patches marred their crotches, leaving a wet sheen on Daddy’s skin.

Miriad’s pussy juiced at the perfection of the scene: two goddesses worshipping her Daddy while he fucked her silly and pregnant. Claiming her womb for everyone to see.

“Daddy, yes! Haaaaah~! Please, Daddy, pleeeeease!”

Because there were onlookers, emergency responders had arrived, joining the shocked citizens. Public servants crowded the windows and balconies of City Hall. News vans disgorged reporters and camera crews to record her crowning achievement.

The moment when Daddy marked her as his. Indelibly. Forever.

“Fix her, sugar. Level her up.”

“Make mommy proud, sweetie.”

“Breed the bitch, sir!”

“Do as you like, betrothed, but I’m next.”

“Oh… um, wow. I didn’t realize the LoL were this kinky…”

Except that last one, every voice spurred Daddy on in breathy tones, as though they were waiting on him to pop so they could cum too. He was putting on a one-man light show, flashing like a lighthouse while cramming her full beyond compare.

Miriad’s shoulders cracked the pavement, and her feet kicked as he fucked her into the concrete. Every mighty thrust was a sledgehammer blow, knocking the breath from her lungs, sending her inflated funbags careening about. Every blow sparked another monumental O, leaving her lips and cunt drooling.

Leaving her spinning skull vacant of anything but a single overriding need.

“Breed me, Daaaadddyyyyy~!”

He issued a grunt that ended in a roar, shaking the heavens and shopfront display windows.

“BE BOOOOOOLD!!”

Then City Hall Square exploded with light.

A sickly yellow corona swept swiftly outward, Miriad screaming euphoric ululations at its center, stuck fast on Daddy’s erupting manpole. Kinetica and the redheaded MILF immediately joined her in joyous refrains, spasming through their own blissful paroxysms. Greeny, Purple, and Foxy came next, howling in tangled unison.

The luminous bubble kept expanding, dropping any female with a smidge of power to their knees, panting and pawing at themselves. Males supers–no matter how minor their abilities–turned pale and fled as though a monster had suddenly risen from the demon realms… again.

How far the shockwave extended, Miriad didn’t know and couldn’t care less.

Daddy’s radiance poured into her, blasting her good girl womb like a fire hose, swelling her stomach into a perfect half sphere that glowed from within. His power spiked her soul. Enhancing and rewiring Miriad’s very being into its simplest, most effective state.

A dumb good girl slut who didn't think and drew pleasure from obeying her totes amazeballs Daddy.

The smile that parted her slack lips was brighter than the sun emerging after a storm. She could feel his special seed soaking in, upgrading her duplicator ability as it streamlined her mind.

“Be daring.” Daddy finished, slowly releasing his deathgrip on Miriad’s hips. “Goddamn it, Colly.”

Did she detect a note of resignation in his voice?

Was Daddy upset?!

Two dozen well-fucked Miriad’s winked into existence. Identically bloated bellies sloshed beneath bounteous breasts as she mobbed him in a scrum of glistening, naked flesh.

“Daddy, what’s wrong?” She chorused, pressing closer. “Did I displease you?”

“I’m just… trying to process all of this,” He remained rock-hard throughout her interconnected snatches. Miriad beamed, feeling his giga-wang twitch. Her Daddy was a virile uberstud who never, ever went soft. “I’m just coming to terms with everything. “It’s a lot. I mean, I’m helping people–hopefully. But this hero stuff is complicated. If I push too hard, I’m the villain. If I do nothing, I’m useless. I don’t know where the line is or how I’m supposed to walk it.”

That did sound complicated. Miriad’s many hearts went out to him–complicated things made her heads feel fizzy. She was happy she didn’t have to think about them anymore. That was Daddy’s domain. Daddy was smart. Daddy made choices. She just obeyed Daddy. That was her whole job, and it felt so good to have such a simple one.

“I try not to let the hard stuff bother me.” She replied contentedly, wrapping her arms around his neck and gyrating her hips. Her other selves whimpered, wobbling unsteadily. “You’re the boss now, Daddy. You always know best. Don’t overthink. Follow your gut.”

He paused, looking at her with something halfway between exasperation and wonder. Then his shoulders eased, the tension draining away, and the ghost of a smile flickered across his handsome countenance.

“Stop fretting and go with the flow, huh?” Daddy chuckled, slowly pumping into her again. “From the mouths of babes…”

Miriad beamed, delighted that she had said something wise completely by accident. The vapid duplicator moaned when the sinful sensation of their quickening pace was shared across her other selves, effectively multiplying the feeling of his womb-wrecking Daddy-dick stirring her insides.

“Christ, this place resembles a warzone thanks to that uprising nonsense. Someone should probably do something.” He inspected the wrecked square with mild annoyance. “Why are they all standing around staring? I’ll ask Colly about it when she regains her faculties.”

Miriad nodded and split into more iterations—ten, then twenty—each one staggering over to fawn at Daddy’s feet. So many of her raised the sexual feedback to mind-numbing levels and loosened her grasp on anything approaching higher reasoning.

The orgasmic overload turned her into a bliss-drunk fuckdoll bimbo for Daddy–precisely what she liked best.

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