Hench(wo)man

Melvin had managed to evade the righteous Shego for over half an hour. It wasn't a big Rent-a-Lair, but it was a maze of Smarty Mart boxes containing everything a Mad Takeover-the-World Scientist like Drakken might need. From his hiding place, he saw the born-woman give the inked-woman Bob a hot-ass with her green glows, bawl the him-her out for acting how men think women should act, and ordering her out of the tassels and into either his HenchCo uniform or a dress a mother would wear!

A MILF? A fantasy like that was enough to stir Melvin's...boobs?!? Pillows that seemed a part of him had inflated under him enough to push his chest that wasn't soft up off the box he was laying on.

Then something moved behind him! Fearing for his safety, he had to look.

He saw an orange lock grow down to his shoulder. It almost got in the way of another movement...that of his expanding buttocks. His burgundy uniform snugged down on his more and more plump and pliant asscheeks...and, he felt, the thighs beyond. He was lifting his shrinking foot to see how shapely his legs were getting - when he felt his whole waist being squeezed! And then his hips were at the same time being yanked and twisted all the way down to his legs bones! His discomfort was almost enough for him to have cried out despite his fear of the Green Plasma Woman but he was having difficulty breathing, too!! His rib cage was pressing in forcing long, deep sighs from his lungs. As his voice rose to an alto it could be mistaken for a sexual moan. Even to Melvin himself. But, then, he had seen his workmate Bob turn into a burly-q playmate and his subconscious was primed for something like this possibly happening to him, too. It was now a matter of how his conscious would react.

His shrunken torso just made his Jessica-Rabbit-sized boobs seem all the greater. He was wondering how he could ever sleep on his belly again with these huge hooters in the way when he noticed somebody moving down the corridor below the box he lay on. It was another HenchCo man, Leroy. Wild thoughts started coming to Melvin. Black men were supposed to have...yes, he remembered what Leroy's dick looked like in the locker room. He also remembered his body wasn't very impressive until he put on the HenchCo Molecular Muscle Enhancer Ring (but, then, neither was Melvin's).

Leroy swung around when he heard a scream of pain! There was a (great) figure in a tight uniform bent over while holding up her enormous boobs. "I'll never jump again!" Melvin swore after experiencing what gravity could do to boobs.

"Can I...; where did you...; why are here?..." His need for a job (and his church-going as a boy) barely won over his carnal wishes.

Sucking in his pain (in her sexiest manner), Melvin straightened up. "I'm here for you, Leroy." And her futanari prick escaped from her still open fly. Small sparks flew from the ring on her finger.