The New Gym

"...weakening of abdominal tissue... requires strength protein..." mumbled Maxima, looking down at the right side of the gym with a frown before pressing the intercom button. "Jennifer Walters, approach." She commanded, then turning to the intercom on the other side of her desk, "Prince Adam, approach."

It didn't take long for changes to be made all over the base. What started as an email informing the base of the new rules about semen consumption, rapidly became a problem of allocation. It was one thing to say that someone like Miss Chun-Li's kicks would benefit from a boost of speed semen, but would not Atom Eve's fighting prowess benefit from it too? Or Donna Troy? Or the Pink Power Ranger?

Arguments started up from the ashes of the wild west of semen consumption. Super powered men of all kinds were being hounded for their cock milk proteins for an entire afternoon before the Matriarchal Trio fixed the issue.

The base's various areas were highly malleable, it had to be for the diverse cast of multiversal allies they had acquired, so changing the gym to new specifications was no issue at all.

Staring down from the viewing booth, Maxima admired the work of their crew, nodding as the mighty She-Hulk approached the right side of the divide. Only those that were going to chug semen were allowed on the right side. Only those that could produce on the left. The only interaction between the two sides being several activatable glory holes.

The green skinned woman's head bobbed up and down at the wall, while her blonde provider continued to lift weights while his cock was sucked.

It was a simple yet effective strategy. Adam had a plethora of strength, just waiting to unleash inside his scrotum. It wasn't that She-Hulk was weaker than him, far from it, but Maxima could see the data in front of her. Analysing every woman on the right side of the aisle for any fault, any chance to improve, and pairing them up with the suitable protein partner.

This wasn't the only way women were growing stronger, far from it. Lieutenant Doreen Green had taken it upon herself to gargle several men's 'nuts' every day for her training, claiming each load gave her new strength from each brave man. The mentor Dimitria had turned down many offers to grow stronger, only allowing her cadets to use her mouth as a toilet and not for her benefit. Then there were also others hoping to grow stronger in abnormal ways, like Reed Richard's new semen receptacle who insisted herself growing smarter with each beaker of cum.

Uniforms had to be adjusted for the new gym as well. The men on the left were not permitted to work out with anything covering their penis, and to make it fair women's uniforms were crotchless too. Most of the men were hard as they kept their bodies in their physical prime. It made it easier to use a running machine when your cock wasn't flailing wildly, though it did make men nervous using dumbbells a little nervous. Women found the change much easier to adapt to, though it did make some bicycle machines stickier.

Up in her watchtower, Maxima was just providing concrete correlation of growth per jism. If she could analyse the data, women need not drink unnecessary blasts of unneeded ball juice.

"She hasn't even noticed we're here yet, has she?"

Her quest kept her focused and engaged. Each of her warriors had a way to grow stronger, and it was her job to find it and the right cock to help them. Jennifer's vitals were already improving from the white sauce splattering against her emerald lips, and as she licked up the protein her new strength would surely win a fight they otherwise may have lost.

An old wound in left knee could be healed with regenerative protein. This girl's distracted mind could be sharpened by a load of smart jizz. Water powers strengthened to new heights by a ballsack of ice. A-

"I don't think she has, no. Maxima, dear, can we give your eyes a break?"

It was rare that the golden girl jumped, but somehow the stretched head of her compatriot poking in from above made her purple eyes widen for but a moment. Covering them quickly with her glasses, she snapped around to follow Helen's movements, finding her watchtower invaded by her equals.

"...what do you two want? I'm busy perfecting our troops."

"We can see," said Susan, looking over the data on her various screens, "It's a great service you're doing. Just make sure you take care of Maxima too, okay?"

Reaching forward, Sue offered a cup of coffee. No doubt spiced with some of her brother's cum. They'd discovered how well his stuff could keep any drink warm for hours, and his proteins would help with the cold winter they'd soon be facing.

Taking the cup, Maxima turned back around with uninterest, "Is that all? A pep talk and a distraction? I'm too busy here for social visits."

"We just wanted to check up on you. Is that so much of a stretch?" said Helen.

"And marvel at the work you've been doing, don't treat us like we're invisible." said Sue.

Maxima almost shuddered at the bad punmanship, not helped by the two's giggling. They'd probably practiced that. “...you two always fit this redundant 'Matriarchal Trio' moniker much more than I. Right down to the corny jokes.”

"That's not true at all! All the troops know how much you care for them. Just look at what you're doing!"

After a half-assed shrug, Maxima made it clear she wasn't interested in the good feelings the pair were offering by returning to her work. Already she could see a ginger woman on the running machines that was in dire need of some semen.

Her work was once more interrupted by a stretched hand turning her back around.

"Maxima... You're right, this wasn't just a social call," said Helen, stretching out to grab and sit in a chair, while Susan simply made herself something similar with an invisible **** field, "Tell us how this is all going. Your status reports have slowed. We trust you're doing amazing work here, but an update is in order."

"Very well." Maxima agreed, slightly happier knowing these two were taking it seriously behind the motherly veneer. With a few taps, she brought up the data of one of the human grunts in the gym. "You can see the data yourself. This is Cadet Erikson's vitals before... and after ingesting the semen of Cadet Jones."

Two sets of vitals floated before them. Various bars scaled her heart rate, strength levels, and brain patterns. The data was completely identical.

"As you can see, the data is wildly different. Men's semen can, and should, be used as a protein to improve strength in women. Even the simplest of grunts can improve battlefield warfare by 38%, and growing."

Sue always knew how to praise her coworkers well with a big smile, "Incredible! I knew it was an improvement, but to find such rich data. My husband would love this."

Helen took a more measured response, "Any complications?"

"A few issues have arisen," Maxima admitted, "Some girls don't have the right match of man they need. Others don't get... enough from the selected individual."

"'Enough'?"

Maxima almost scowled down at the muscular men down on the port side of the gym, "Semen is not an endless resource, and some wells spring deeper than others." Her fingers tapped away on her keyboard again, bringing up more profiles of the female staff to float around them. "As you can see, there's still some women who need to routinely keep male testicles clean as they use their mouths as toilets. I've been collecting their data as well, and it seems there are certain men that can increase a woman's vitality even without any abnormalities in their DNA."

Giving the data proper care, both women poked and prodded at the floating ethereal screens before responding, "Are you saying these men's semen is-?"

Maxima quickly shook her head at Helen's question, "It can't replace the powered supplements, but taking into account fertility, sperm count, and other factors, there may still be a reason to ingest specific men's semen, regardless of compatibility."

"In my world you could get specialised protein powder, but they still encouraged you to eat proper meals like eggs to increase your general cardio and strength. I assume it works somewhat similar to that?" said Sue, trying to sum it up in a way that helped the more time displaced Helen understand.

Though neither were prepared for Maxima to press a button to summon multiple photos of men's balls in front of the pair.

“I've studied all these testicles,” She announced, looking intensely at the images she'd compiled. All the men that had come into her gym the last few days with their cocks out, Sue and Helen could even identify a few of their family members in the sea of testicles. “There is definite correlation to size of sack and their ability to increase the power of the female officers. Ideally, we could find a way to increase the size of all men in the base, though I admit my knowledge on male anatomy may be lacking to find a solution.”

Helen and Sue couldn't help but smirk at each other.

"This segues pretty nicely into our new idea, doesn't it?" asked Sue.

"I'd like to see a 'Patriarchal Trio' come up with a fix as elegant as ours." Replied Helen.

Before Maxima could ask what they were talking about, the pair stood up. Their hands reached up, tapping their '4' and 'I' logos respectively, seeming to activate some routine on their suits. Instantly, their iconic full body jumpsuits began to shift back, revealing more and more skin.

Sue's outfit resembled one she'd worn many years ago. Long white boots and gloves, a unitard that showed the full contours of her pussy while also being completely eaten by her thick cheeks. The logo on her chest emptying out to become a boob window of her fantastic cleavage, and a slot opening up for her flat belly to be shown off. Her blonde hair bounced against bare shoulders.

Elastigirl's tightly wound suit did not come off as much. Ironically, hers became more invisible. Looking like the red rubber was slightly translucent to show off just enough of her stretchy body underneath. Red bra and black lacy panties could be easily seen, while the contours of her firm hourglass figure made even Maxima raise an eyebrow. Though the suit did retract in a few area, making it resemble Sue's where the upper thighs, ass, and shoulders were all on full display. Coupled with her I symbol also becoming a window to cleavage.

The pair now looked like stripper versions of their outfits that had come to mean so much more for authority around the base.

"It's no Edna outfit, but it doesn't look too bad on this old girl," said Helen, admiring her own ass.

"Semen production needs to improve," Susan explained as Maxima eyed them up, "If we want to have a chance at winning this war then we need our troops to be as good as the great Maxima can make them. And if the best way to achieve that is to keep the men aroused as long and as hard as we can, then that's what we'll do."

"All the female staff will be changing into more titilating outfits. Seduction training will also begin under Selina Kyle and Nemuri Kayama's tutilage."

"There's also talks of starting up some events with the key purpose of generating sperm, though plans haven't been finalised there yet," said Sue, grabbing the hem of her top and shifting her thick chest in the tight confines of the outfit. "So what do you think? We'll need you to continue guiding our troops to only drink the appropriate cum, but with this you should be getting plenty new cadets in the gym with testicles brimming with possibility."

Full balls? Thick nuts that twitch with the potent baby making jizz inside of them, all inside her gym just begging to fill the proper mouth? Maxima unconsciously licked her lips. "I approve of these new changes."

"That's the spirit!" Helen beamed. Her hand shot forward to the space between the trio, "C'mon ladies, let's bring it in! We may have had a rocky start, but I'm so glad I have the pair of you as support."

After a brief celebratory 'woo!' from 2/3 of them, Maxima's eyes went back to the lewd outfits in front of her, "I'll also do my part in titilating the semen generators, once a new uniform is provided."

The pair once again smirked in a way that made her dread ever opening her mouth.

"Well well well, aren't you lucky?" Sue chuckled, seemingly producing a garment from thin air thanks to her abilities. "Keep the jacket, but we think this will really drive the guys wild."

A purple slingkini.

Maxima vowed to spend as much time as possible in the gym watchtower for multiple reasons.

Drake really liked the new gym.

It had been about a week since his latest changes had gone into effect, and though his schedule had rapidly been filled with social visits, he'd made sure to visit the gym every day.

The social visits were because Drake had made a name for himself among the non-powered members of the crew. Female vitality was now tied to the amount of cum being pumped down their throats. A mutant like him provided them the chance to become empowered by his mutant gift, while also getting a huge boost of energy every time their stomachs were filled by his excessive loads.

There was now a rota to see who would get to suck him off each day. How quick the tables turn when the technicians had something to gain from bowing to his thick meat.

Drake's gifts made him naturally a semen factory. There were even talks of him being let go from his position from technician to full time cum maker, though he'd nixed that idea when he realised it would give him less chances to fiddle with the lights. No, for now he'd continue the lowly work, while getting all the benefits of fucking many powerless throats to 'help them'.

Not to mention the new wardrobe changes around the base. All the female officers now wore stripper versions of their outfits to help 'generate semen'. Not only that, they were being encouraged to try and seduce, titilate, and arouse men by any means necessary. For some, this meant hugs on the back to press their boobs into a muscular man. For others, this could go so far as to hand out used panties to the strongest heroes for encouraged semen production. The vibe while walking the halls had changed dramatically. Timid heroes were nervous but easy prey for certain women. While bolder men would walk around with erections standing tall in their pants, having the pick of the litter to selectively assist.

So with all this extra fun for Drake, why go to the gym? Well, it wasn't just to quietly laugh at all the burly heroes of the world working out with their erections out. Drake was also hoping to wear down Maxima with his presence.

It had started innocently. He knew that his junk would make her take an eye as soon as he'd walked in. Maxima's new ball fetish? Well, that was easy once he found out how much Maxima stared at men's sacks. Screen Slaver tech didn't even need to work very hard, just feeding into the natural enjoyment the stern golden girl got from testicle gazing. With his naturally swinging melons a huge turn on for her. Though Maxima didn't jump straight away, she'd kept him from sticking his dick in the glory hole for nearly an hour. Rules in her head trumping others, mostly the one about how powered cum must be paired with a powered toilet for maximum results. A speedster with a speedster, an angel with an angel, etc.

But eventually, after keeping up the facade of working out on a rowing machine for thirty minutes, Drake was finally called up.

Standing with his cock in the hole, he'd been sucked and drained to completion by a very eager and very tight mouth. He could tell that some men were getting frustrated waiting for their own turn, as his cock outlasted the last three men that had popped into the gloryhole, yet Drake didn't care. Reviewing the gym footage later in the night, he found out that it was Uravity that had sucked down his load. No male gravity users on sight meant she was perhaps stuck without much of a partner.

A change to the 'data' in Maxima's feed was easy when he messed with her head, showing just how much 'improvement' the young hero received from his mutant load.

After that his time in the gym became shorter and shorter. Maxima was still in control, but she was becoming more intrigued by the special qualities of Drake's huge cock, and thus having him fill more and more women's mouths.

From agile heroines like Catwoman to heavy hitters like Atom Eve, Drake had been blessed with being able to sample their skills of fellatio every day. He arguably got to get more of a variety of women than the average man in the base, since many were being tied down to only blow loads in specific toilets. Like how Clockstopper was only allowed to fuck Tracer's mouth, or how Lava Woman kept buying constant supply of Human Torch coffee much to Shark Man's chagrin.

Today, Maxima hadn't even let him pick a piece of equipment to fake working out on. Upon his arrival his cock was in the hole, with two mouths licking him as soon as he did. Whoever they were, he could sense their adoration for his cock with each kiss and flick of their tongues. Gropes of his sack were plentiful as muffled moans of 'fertile' and 'so full' were barely audible through the gap.

Eventually he'd tear down this wall and just fuck whatever mouth he wanted to 'help' them, but for now the access to video feeds would suffice.

Soon he'd have to turn his attention to even grander conquests. An image of the three head MILFs licking his cock keeping him hard and proud as he empowered the women blowing him.