Just a girl with a soft spot for jewellery

The Contortionist slips through the wide gap underneath the door, compressing herself into two dimensions until she emerges on the other side of the security field. She emerges, her legs lengthening, perky butt rounding out, pillowy breasts rising, until a gorgeous Colombian girl stands, stretching, clad in a matte-black skin-tight elastic catsuit. She prowls through the British Museum's empty corridors, dancing around security sensors like it's an art form, before she's facing the bulletproof case protecting a twenty-four carat gold heart.

Striding behind it, she retrieves a key acquired the previous day and opens the security panel, revealing an array of security technology. The Contortionist's skin ripples, its tone paling, until a balding middle-aged man with a beard stands in a catsuit in front of the panel. The fingerprint scanner beeps compliance, and the retina scan gives a 'diiing' of success. Another ripple of skin, and the elegant Hispanic girl walks back to the Tudor Heart's case, lifting it to reveal the precious pendant. A glaze crosses her eyes, and she reaches for her prize, only to feel a hand close around her wrist.

"That's far enough," says Phantom, flickering into view, standing between her and the Heart.

The Contortionist doesn't hesitate. Her hand snakes out from Phantom's grip, her body distorting as she steps impossibly between the heroine's legs, plucking the pendant from its perch and turning for the exit. That's when you reveal yourself, stepping out to block the doorway, dressed in your maroon Alpha Man costume, emanating pheromones. "Give it up, Sara," you say calmly, palm upturned to receive the Heart. The master burglar darts towards the other exit, only to find it blocked by the black-white-and-red figure of Woodpecker. Wide eyes glancing between the three of you, the Contortionist turns behind her, and slips out of the crack in a window.

"Shit," says Ben. Maria fades to a translucent colour, and runs through the solid wall after the other Latina. Ben glances at you, and you nod at the wall. Ben shrugs, brings up his fists, and punches his way straight through the stonework in a matter of seconds. You step through after him, and blink at the sight before you.

Two identical Phantoms grapple with each other in mid-air, neither able to find an advantage as they claw at one another's near-naked bodies. Even their translucent white outfits are identical - the Contortionist must be wearing the same high-tech camouflage suit as the last time your team encountered her.

"I saw her just as Phantom caught up to her," explains Rachel, floating down next to you whilst she continues to hold both Marias off the ground. "I used my telekinesis to stop the Contortionist slipping away again, but... now I don't know which is which."

"Seriously?" you sigh. "Well, that's easily enough resolved. Pull them apart."

Rachel obliges, and Ben steps forwards, a question forming in his throat that would identify the real Maria, but you beat him to it. A red dart from your gun hits the girl on the right just above her collarbone.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Ben turns to you angrily, though the moment you meet his eyes he cows away.

"Figuring out which one is which," you shrug carelessly, as the Phantom on the right begins moaning, restlessly groping her own breasts as she gazes at you with unconcealed lust. "I figure the Contortionist won't be able to control her powers, and give herself away."

"And if that's the real Phantom?!"

"Then she won't transform, and we'll know it's the other one," answers Rachel, giving you a sly smile. "But you'd better make sure she completely loses control, Alpha Man. We don't want to risk getting this wrong, now, do we?"

The Phantom on the left stares with disbelief as you approach her groaning doppelgänger. The girl, squirming in mid-air, gasps as you pluck the red dart from her neck. "God you're so fucking hot," she says, trying to be sultry but obviously horny out of her mind. "What do you say, stud? Want to take me on a test drive? I promise you won't be disappointed." She bashes her lashes at you, biting her lip seductively.

"Let's find out," you say, stepping forward to meet her lips. She kisses you passionately, desperately, soft brown lips lovingly caressing your skin. She pulls you close to her floating body, pressing her small, perky breasts against your hard chest, her hands stroking down your back to feel your ass. You reciprocate the gesture, feeling every inch of her petite, nubile body through the translucent white costume.

Her hands find their way to your belt, frantically undoing it, but she's too high up and can't reach down to undo your trousers. Despite being levitated a foot off the ground, she looks up to your face needily. "Take out your big fucking cock," she breathes. "Please, baby. Put it inside me."

The other three stay motionless, each displaying a different emotion as they watch you pull out your colossal subjugator, and slam it into 'Maria's pussy. You easily push aside the thin wedge of fabric between her legs, and cleave your way deep into her tight, dripping-wet crevice. The girl in your arms cries out, her legs locking around your waist and pulling you in deeper. You feel her weight resting on you as Sparrow releases her telekinesis.

"Yes... deeper... all the way..." she moans as she sinks deeper onto your cock, until finally you bottom-out with a shared groan. Her pussy feels incredible - as if it's clinging onto you, already milking the thick shaft that has violated its warm depths. You begin fucking her, letting her bounce on your cock as you stand in front of the guy who has a crush on her. Her bodyweight is nothing to you, and you quickly accelerate to a rampant pace, hearing her wanton moans catch with every bounce. Two metres to your left, the other Phantom watches with wide eyes as you effortlessly reduce her clone to a senseless wreck consumed by sex.

"Please... harder... MORE..." cries the first Maria, her fists clutching at your hair. It's then that you realise her breasts are growing, swelling with every rebound, filling the space between your bodies with soft, bouncing flesh. You bury your fingers in her soft ass, and feel it growing too, as the Contortionist's instincts take over.

"Fuckfuckfuck... I'm gonna cum... oh FUCKKKKK..." she cries, barely able to catch her breath. With a grunt, you explode inside her tight pussy, which squeezes and oscillates around your cock in an attempt to drain every drop from you. The Contortionist lets out a moaning scream as she cums, drool dripping from her thick lips as she falls limp against your chest. Her body jerks with every spurt from your dick. You glance over to see the real Maria staring, captivated, as this bustier, sexier version of her falls **** from the intensity of her orgasm.

"See? Easy," you remark to your teammates. Rachel rolls her eyes exasperatedly at your naked lower half, and kneels down to quickly clean off your dick before pulling your pants back up.

"I suppose so," says Ben dejectedly.

"Sorry you had to watch that, Phantom," you say, unapologetically. "But it was a pretty foolproof way of telling you apart."

"Uhhh... sure," says the Latina heroine dazedly, as Rachel lowers her back to the floor. Maria's lips are parted, as she gazes at the sex-addled wreck that is the Contortionist. She's under no delusions that that was equally likely to have been her lying there with white goop seeping from her raw pussy.

"Why don't you take Señorita Rodriguez here to whatever S.P.E.R.M. facility can hold her," you say, carrying the limp figure over to Maria. The Contortionist's **** body is slowly reverting back to its original form: taller, slightly darker-skinned and less busty than she had been just seconds ago. You inject a small dose of anaesthetic, a backup you keep for your dart gun. "That should keep her under for another hour or two. Can you get her to wherever she needs to go, or do you need Sparrow to help?"

"I-I've got it," Maria assures you, giving you a slightly nervous smile as she lifts her quarry over her shoulder. "I have very minor super-strength, and my car's only a few blocks away."

"Alright. Until next time then - it's been a pleasure working with you," you say charmingly, shaking her hand. Her cheeks darken as she looks away from your gaze. "But Woodpecker will be in touch, right?"

"Yes. Yeah," says Ben, perking up and stepping forward to give Maria a hug. The Contortionist's body makes it awkward, and Maria quickly breaks contact.

"Until next time," says Phantom. Her eyes linger on yours, before she walks one way and the three of you walk the other.