Hammerhead

“Yo,” comes a friendly voice from the edge of the alley.

It belongs to a girl with shiny brown hair, several shades darker than your own. She wears it in a stylishly shaggy, chin-length bob cut as though she intentionally leaves it just a little messy. She wears a sporty leotard, primarily navy blue with some dark red accents. In fact, sporty is a good word for her as a whole, her skin slightly tanned and her figure resembling a swimmer’s. Except, perhaps, her uncharacteristically large boobs, about the size of baseballs. Still not as big as yours, but bigger than any girl in such good shape has any business having. And since she’s in such good shape, they’re practically bolted onto her chest as though gravity doesn’t exist. Capped with big, stiff nipples that protrude through her costume, they’d be your center of attention if not for one minor detail: her cock.

It stretches her outfit obscenely, clearly not concerned with the strain it puts on her spandex. You blush lightly at the thought that you probably have a similar bulge visible. At least you both have that in common. Size, however, is something you don’t have in common at all. Hers is much larger than your own, at least doubling your own length and possessing way more girth. It’s a battle you’ve clearly lost. Wait… why are you treating it like a contest? And why are you so fixated on a stranger’s penis!? You need to make eye contact!

“What’cha up to? Anything fun?” she continues. It’s a weird line of questioning for a stranger in a back alley, and for some reason, you immediately dislike her. It’s like she’s treating you way too lightly, and she has this air of confidence about her that’s already bugging you.

“I’m, uh, robbing a bank, so p-please leave me alone. I’m a supervillain, so I really need to prepare, and-”

“Wow!” she interrupts. “Another bank robbery? This will be my fifth one this week!” She lets out some carefree laughter. “You’re definitely my first supervillain though. And a cute one, too.” She kisses her fingertip, then “fires” it at you like a gun. It’s a lame gesture, but for some reason your heart skips a beat. Stupid hormones. She’s dumb, don’t react to that. “How exciting! I almost want to see how a little thing like you you would pull it off, but I’m Hammerhead and all, so I have to stop you. Superhero stuff and all that.”

She’s a superhero!? Another one!? She confirms her claim by leaping forward with inhuman strength, her fist on a direct course for your face.