The smell of sizzling bacon.

Bryce glanced at his closet, then decided not to bother. He did his usual morning ablutions without difficulty, though it took him three tries to get his cock to go down enough to piss. He walked the halls of the lair naked, enjoying the cool air on his skin. His cock was hard again, as thoughts of how to avoid the problem of annoying morning wood flooded his suddenly perverted mind.

Bryce walked into the kitchen to find that Brenda was wearing the outfit he’d requested and was cooking breakfast. Not well, but she was doing it. She obviously knew he was there, she couldn’t not, given her powers and the fact that he didn’t bother attempting stealth, but she kept her attention on the job in front of her, while Bryce let his eyes wander over her voluptuous body. Her church clothes were extremely dowdy, as you might expect. The very model of modest womanhood.

Her blonde hair fell in waves around her sculpted face and she was wearing more makeup than she usually would wear to church and her lipstick was a brighter red than usual. His eyes fell to her massive breasts, concealed by a loose white shirt and black, ruffled sweater. They combined to bundle her hourglass figure into one which looked stout, despite her height. Her long black skirt fell to her ankles, secured by a black leather belt. Usually it would have brushed the floor, concealing even her feet from view, but today she was wearing her heels, as she’d been instructed and her shoes and otherwise bare feet were visible. The only color in her outfit was in the large gold cross that hung from an equally gold chain around her neck, resting on her mountainous tits.

Bryce’s eyes however were locked on the red string around her waist. She’d put on an apron over the outfit he’d commanded her to wear. That was without permission, she was courting punishment, especially as he happened to know that that apron had been put away in a linen closet, as neither of them cooked.

Bryce approached her from behind. She did not turn from preparing his breakfast. She jumped as she felt his hand on her back, but it was not in surprise. Bryce undid the ties of the apron at her neck and back, letting it fall to the floor. His hard cock was pressed against her ample ass. “I will recall that you thought to wear clothes I did not permit and you will be punished for it, but for now, finish cooking and we will eat breakfast together.”

He snaked the apron from her feet and twisted it into a rattail, tying the strings around itself to keep it tight. The first time he whipped the apron against her soft ass, she jumped in actual surprise and squeaked in surprise and indignation, an adorable noise. Her hand fell to her own ass as she looked at him, first in surprise, then she blushed a brilliant red as she saw his nakedness for the first time. She was not in any actual pain of course, but her hand caressed her ass long after any pain would have passed for an ordinary person.

Throughout the cooking, he continued to amuse himself by occasionally slapping her ass with the twisted apron (fortunately the occasional accident caused no harm to their superhuman selves). Finally she set down the bacon, eggs and fresh waffles in front of him and took her own serving. After the first bite, they replaced the fresh waffles, with frozen ones and then they ate together, almost like they would have before she went off to church, though he was even more underdressed than usual.

Bryce explained that he’d be busy dealing with the Fair Folk, so she’d have to deal with the Ultimasluts and the rest of the city. Ultramom agreed, surprised at his professional tone given his dress and obvious arousal. It wasn’t until he’d washed the last of the syrup from his mouth with orange juice that he decided how to deal with his morning wood…