The Human Torch Button

Her finger pressed on the cartoon image of Johnny Storm's face. Her own brother...and to her amazement, the toy began to shift, the synthetic flesh remolding itself into something longer, thinner—and warmer. Much warmer. The Invisible Woman gasped at the heat that radiated from the toy. She wasn't going to burn her hands, much less any other part of her anatomy, yet it felt like it was just barely beneath the threshold of pain.

A naughty little part of her wondered if this is what it would feel like to be fucked by her brother.

Sue bit her lip as she slowly began to work the hot cock in and out of her snatch. She knew that Johnny's body temperature was elevated compared to normal people. It was why he so rarely caught a cold—his body was constantly running a low-grade fever. Yet she had never imagined what it would feel like, down there. With any of those bimbos and skanks he brought home. Yet now, as she slid the long, hot dick in and out of her pussy, and her free hand rubbed her clit, she closed her eyes and allowed herself that naughty fantasy.

What if she were one of those bimbos? He was so drunk sometimes, he wouldn't know who was in his bed, as long as there was a tight, wet hole ready to receive him. Sue's breath quickened, heart pounding against her sternum as her hips began to rotate, toes curling as she found her rhythm, the hot cock pumping into her with smooth, even strokes. She couldn't remember the last time she had been this wet from sex...

"Telemetry shows the dildo is being used," Mysterio said from his command center. The glare of the screen was reflected in his fishbowl helmet. "The synthezoid cells have shifted into the Human Torch configuration. Enabling the quantum entanglement in 3...2...1..."

Doctor Doom stood beside his erstwhile "partner." The idea had been Mysterio's; a grand piece of theatrics to sneak a piece of Doom's technology into the very heart of the Baxter Building. Now came the truly interesting part, the part that Doom would never have conceived of but was, with his mastery of science and sorcery, able to accomplish.

A connection between the synthetic cock now penetrating Sue Storm, and its model.

The Human Torch was blazing through the sky when he felt something squeeze his prick. The erection was sudden, intense, unnaturally so; and the grip on him was familiar from a hundred date nights. For a moment, his flame faltered and he fell through the air. Then he centered himself, and in a burst of plasma resumed his course.

Yet he could still feel it. Moving, shifting, gripping. Though his hips remains steady, something was stroking him, and within seconds Johnny was at his limit. His cheeks burned white-hot with embarrassment.

Somebody was doing something to him. Yet who? And how?

The ejaculation burst out of him with such fury that the Human Torch nearly faltered in mid-air again. Hot liquid immediately soaked into the absorbent padding in his nearly skin-tight costume; a feature that Reed had installed to prevent any bladder accidents, but which now served the purpose of hiding the cumstains. Weirder, his cock was still rock hard. It only began to soften as the squeezing stopped, as if the invisible pussy that gripped him slid off his schlong.

For several minutes, the Human Torch flew on. Not sure what he should do about what just happened.