Ultrafuta, getting dressed.

She'd found her way to the secret room they kept their costumes when they had company and was putting on her costume, backwards, which actually worked better as she now had a large cock which the ass panel did better at covering than the slim front. Her cape lay pooled on the floor, as she didn't understand the fastener any longer.

She kept jumping trying to take off to fly out the hatch in the roof, arms outstretched when she started her jump, but then jerked back to fondle her cock and balls every time she landed. Of course, her powers were gone so she couldn't, but she could bounce, attractively and she could slip on her cape and fall towards a sharp corner. He caught her, racing forward so fast he had to curl himself around her to protect her from the smashing impact of her fall, or his shift of her momentum. He came to a stop against the wall, her cradled against his chest.

They came to a stop, face to face. "Are you all ri--" He began and was silenced by lips. Her lips. Pressed to his, then parting. Her mind may have been...altered even more radically than her body, but she still had all of Ultramom's skills, experiences, memories and kinks, without any of her moral concern over violations of norms, taboos or laws and also without any of the cocksure confidence and self-control.

He could taste her own cum on her lips, on the tongue that darted into his mouth. It was sweet and surprisingly citrusy, he could have eaten it by the gallon. His hands automatically closed on her back, pulling her to him. Their cocks ground together, through the duralexx of their costumes. Though he'd fucked Nishi and gotten a great blowjob from her, they hadn't kissed, sex, but no intimacy. Here he was getting intimacy, but no sex.

Right? He couldn't have sex with her. She wasn't in her right mind, she never would be again. She couldn't really consent...