Ultraboy. Who goes inside to check on no-longer-Ultramom, in a non-sexual manner.

Ultrafuta had obeyed his orders. She was wearing an apron. In the sense that she'd hung it around her neck and down her back like a cape and nothing else. She was at the table. In the sense that she was curled up on it. She was getting something to eat. In the sense that she was blowing her own cock and given the seed dripping from her mouth, not for the first time. Her fingers were deep in the pussy at the base of her cock, pleasuring herself on all available levels.

"Well, damnit." He said.

At the sound she rolled free of the table and fell awkwardly landing on her knees, he cock slapping against the floor, leaving drops of cum on the ground. "Please..." She whispered, then stopped, unsure what she needed, though her outstretched hand reached for his groin, not his hands.

Ultraboy pulled her up and pressed an energy drink into her hand, then a sandwich and another energy drink, giving her back the energy growing a cock and gonads had taken. He actually had to feed her, as her hands wouldn't leave her genitals. Except to try to reach for his, he stopped her, with the self-control of a hero. And a man who'd just been blown by a beautiful woman.

He took her upstairs, actually carrying her and put her to bed. She would fuck herself **** soon enough and he wanted her comfortable. She'd have playmates soon enough too.

Ultraboy headed downstairs, he had an idea for protecting himself from Nishi's cum and he needed some equipment.