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Here’s a quick little addition to the Braingasm poll driven story that’s helping set up some big things! If you need to get caught up or just want to read the story in its entirety head HERE.

 
But that was going to change. She was going to change T.A.R.G.E.T.

They had found her not long after her Power-Gene had activated. Her body had gone through all the physical changes it would go through and she’d just discovered that she could use her breasts to supercharge other’s minds. The one thing she hadn’t yet come to truly understand was just how intelligent she was when her brain was fully charged. During her time “helping” the T.A.R.G.E.T. cell that had captured her she’d come to understand just how powerful her mind truly was.

If these men weren’t so selfish, sexist, and prejudiced against people with powers they’d see that I could be one of them, that I’m far more intelligent than anyone member here!

It was more than her simply being smarter and having a sharper mind. It was her P-Gene and the powers it gave her. No one understands how the P-Gene works, why it only activates in some people, why it can’t be forcefully activated without disastrous results, and above all no one really understand how the countless powers it makes work.

She’d heard a T.A.R.G.E.T. member say that the P-Gene was a cheat card for the laws of the universe. He’d meant it as a joke but when her mind was working right she’d thought about that idea long and hard, using the nearly unlimited library of data on the T.A.R.G.E.T. intranet to research the idea further.

There were countless varieties of superpowers yet some were far more common than others. Flight, super strength, superhuman endurance, and physical toughness; these were all powers most supers had at least one of. But there was another frequent power, one that she had: superhuman intelligence.

Those whose power was what they could do with their minds seemed to be able to push past the limits of what was thought to be scientifically and technologically possible. But managing to create what was thought impossible wasn’t the only amazing thing about those with superhuman intelligence. The more fantastical their creations the harder it would be for someone without a superpowered mind to replicate them.

A mad scientist could cobble together a doomsday device capable of blowing up whole cities or controlling the minds of large crowds all at once and know it will function flawlessly because they made it. But in most cases if a normal human, even one of the smartest on earth, took that machine apart and then tried to replicate it (or even simply reassemble it) the technology would fail to work.

The super science T.A.R.G.E.T. was obsessed with harnessing to change the world stood in the fuzzy zone where what was possible with normal science overlapped with the science superpowered minds had put into the world. Braingasm could see this so clearly, understanding on an instinctive level that this was why so many of their projects were so hard to complete and often resulted in spectacularly unexpected results. But members of T.A.R.G.E.T. were unable to see this simple truth and it seemed they never would because of a fanatical hatred of superpowered humans that was deeply ingrained into the organization. There were cells willing to use powered individuals like her, but they were only ever tools and never considered proper members.

All the way back to her small private quarters these thoughts had been running through her mind, making her headache. Many of the concepts were too complex for her drained brain and thinking them hurt and left her feeling exhausted.

But my mind will recharge before long, she thought as she laid down to rest, and it will happen far faster then they realize. She’d lied to all of them about how fast her mind recharged from the very first day they had her. She used the time when they thought she was too stupid to be of any use to make her plans, to plot something none of the T.A.R.G.E.T. members who used her would ever expect.

She was going to take over this T.A.R.G.E.T. cell and then she’d take over ALLof T.A.R.G.E.T. and make it into something far greater than the underground terrorist organization it was.
Braingasm was confident that they wouldn’t expect it to happen because they didn’t view her intelligence as anything more than a battery to be drained. They didn’t expect her to be able to outsmart and outmaneuver them because they only viewed her as a woman, something they barely thought of as human. And above all they would never expect her to turn on them because they didn’t really see her as a person, they saw her as just a thing.

But I’m going to show them all how wrong they are…

 
 
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New update to the "Little Mischief" poll driven story! If you need to catch up or just want to read it in its entirety up till this point head HERE.
 

 
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She had found the gang as they were breaking into some cars and hot-wiring them. Defeating the small gang had been easy, although exposing her breasts to throw her mischief bolts had caused her immense embarrassment. But she found that the embarrassment was easy to ignore with foes armed with potentially deadly weapons standing before you, it was only after the fight was over she really started to feel how red her cheeks were.

While she waited for the police to come take the men into custody she decided to press them for any information they might have. Taking a gang down was good work for her first night but she wanted to do more to prove she would be an asset to the city.

She pressed them for information on who they were planning to sell the stolen cars too and they told her that they always sold stolen cars to “The Mechanic”. They explained that The Mechanic had powers that made running a chop shop easier and more profitable than it would be for a normal criminal, allowing the villain to pay top dollar. “They’ve put every other operation out of business,” one of them had added. Yet they all claimed they couldn’t actually remember meeting this mysterious figure known as The Mechanic nor did they know what their actual powers were.

Sensing there might be more to The Mechanic then it seemed she decided to head straight to their lair once the police arrived.
 
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The Mechanic’s chop shop was well hidden in a part of town full of garages and car dealerships. From the outside it looked like a legitimate, although completely forgettable, business. But thanks to her training Little Mischief was able to recognize signs that the business being conducted inside was not as legal as it first seemed.

This has to be the right location but it’s strange that there is no sign of any kinds of guards, she thought as she watched the building from across the street. She was hidden in shadows and there was little chance that any guards would have been able to spot her, but their absence only deepened the mystery. An operation as big as this one was supposed to be, especially if it had put other criminals out of business, would normally need to be protected not just from police and superheroines but from other criminals as well.

Staying blended into the shadows she made a quick and stealthy advance. Approaching the building was all too easy and she found a side door not just unlocked but propped open, letting the cool night air waft into the building. Silently she slipped through the door, moving towards the central work area of the large garage where she could hear the sounds of at least one person working on a car.

The garage had space for multiple cars to be worked on at once. On one side of the room a car sat looking so new it was hard to believe it hadn’t just rolled out of the factory assembly line. But she knew that was impossible. She didn’t know a lot about cars, but she did know that the model hadn’t been made for over twenty years.

Looking at the other cars things started to make sense. Somehow this Mechanic was stripping these vehicles, removing almost all of their parts leaving only the frame of the vehicle intact, then renewing the pieces taken off. One of the cars was little more than a gutted metal frame with a pile of parts next to it. Some of them looked old and dirty and rusted while others sparkled and looked brand new.

This must be what this mysterious Mechanic can do. They must be able to use their powers to ‘renew’ vehicles one component at a time, she thought. But where are they? She looked around the garage, searching for The Mechanic. She could hear someone working on one of the vehicles but the strange acoustics in the room made pinpointing which car they were under hard.

A moment later someone rolled out from under one of the cars. They had been laying flat on a wheeled board that allowed them to lay and look up at the underside of the car. The figure used their legs to pull them self out from under the car, the wheeled device moving smoothly under them.

Little Mischief stared in silence as the figure was revealed. She was speechless. Was this really the Mechanic?

As the figure stood Little Mischief tried to make sense of what she saw. The Mechanic, it appeared, was a young woman who looked to be around the same age as her. She was a tall, thin white girl with long slender legs and bright blond hair. She had perfectly rounded perky breasts that looked overlarge on her small frame. Her blond hair looked like it might be long, but it was tucked up into a black baseball cap so it was hard to tell its true length. She had on a grease-stained tank top, tight jean shorts cut scandalously short, and clunky black boots. Much of her body was left exposed and most of it was covered in smudges of grease.

The woman stood up, stretching and yawning as she did. She looked tired but happy, the smile on her pretty face brightening the room so much that Little Mischief activated her shroud cloak harder to compensate, although a moment later she realized how foolish that was.

Deciding it was the best time for a dramatic appearance, Little Mischief “stepped” out of the shadows. “Are you The Mechanic?” she demanded, making her voice as menacing as she could.
The woman screamed and hopped, taking a few quick steps back away from Little Mischief in terror once she landed. She turned and saw the small superheroine wrapped in her cloak and glowering menacingly at her. A moment later she put a hand on her chest and started to laugh, the glowing smiling returning.

“You scared the tar out of me!” she said, still laughing. As she wiped a tear away from her eyes and struggled to stop laughing she looked Little Mischief up and down, seemingly appraising her and finding her lacking. “What are you supposed to be, some kind of superheroine?”
“Yes,” Little Mischief replied, taking a few steps closer while making shadows swirl around her to show off her powers and hopefully intimidate the woman. “And you need to answer my question or this is going to get nasty.”

The woman cocked her head to the side and smiled, chuckling slightly. “Oh, there’s no need for all that. And yes, I am The Mechanic. Some of those silly boys who are always bringing me cars probably told you where to find me, right?”

“Yes, after I handed them off to the cops.” Little Mischief was still trying to sound intimidating but was realizing she was failing. The Mechanic wasn’t intimidated at all, and that was starting to make her attempted intimidation feel foolish. Her menacing, dark brooding heroine of the night routine was being complexly ignored. And not by some lark hulking villain, but by a young woman that was a tall, leggy blond who was built like a supermodel and whose skimpy outfit made her look like she was modeling in some car themed pinup calendar. There was nothing about her that seemed to be a threat, nothing that made her feel like trying to intimidate her was even appropriate.

“I always told those silly boys they’d get themselves in trouble if they kept bringing me cars that weren’t theirs,” The Mechanic said with a shrug, sounding like she was a ditzy college coed talking about boys bringing her gifts. Then, totally changing her tone she cocked an eyebrow and asked, “Do you want a beer?”

“What?” Little Mischief said, not certain she had heard her right and thrown off by the sudden change in tone.

“A beer?” the woman asked again. She turned and walked to a nearby mini-fridge, opening it up and taking out to cold beers. “You know, one of these? Or do you heroines not drink?”
“No,” Little Mischief said, “generally we don’t. Alcohol doesn’t do anything if you have an active P-Gene.” At least that what she had always been told. If this woman had powers then the beer wouldn’t do anything for her and she’d know that, wouldn’t she? Confused and thrown off her game by the woman’s welcoming and happy attitude she cautiously asked, “Don’t… don’t you have powers?”

Before answering The Mechanic put the second beer back into the fridge then popped open the can still in her hand and took a long drink. “Oh, yes, I’ve got powers. I just… like the taste I guess? I drank a lot before my powers activated and I guess it just brings back memories of my old life. Before…” she paused, thinking hard about the right words to use. Eventually she just waved at the garage around her, “Before all of THIS.”

The Mechanic leaned back against a counter covered in tools and car parts and took another drink of her beer. She was completely relaxed and showed no sign of worry that a superheroine was standing in her chop shop. “What about you? Are there parts of your old life you continue out of habit? Or are you like every other woman who gets ground through The Academy, coming out with no real personality or drive to do more than the superhero thing?”

“That’s… not at all what happens to those of us who graduate from The Academy,” Little Mischief said, sounding like she doubted her own words.
 
 
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Sorry it’s taken me so long to get this next bit up, hopefully I’ll be able to get the next few entries out a lot faster.
If you need to catch up with past parts of this story or just want to read it in its current entirety head HERE.
 

 
The villainous duo Silk & Steel were in town. The two had a reputation for blowing into a city, laying low for a few days as they made their plans, then running a marathon two-person crime wave before skipping town. But thanks to a lucky tip-off Gigantica knew where the two supervillains were hiding out as they made their plans.

“They won’t get a chance to start their crime wave on MY watch,” she muttered, pushing through the sea of pedestrians.

Before long she had left the crowded downtown streets behind, heading into a rundown neighborhood full of boarded up and abandoned buildings. The information told her it was in an abandoned warehouse that the two were holed up in making their plans, so that was where she headed.

Gigantica was not a master tactician. She had no reason to be, the combination of her huge size and super-strength meant there was rarely any need for finesse or complicated battle maneuvers. Once she faced a foe she charged head first towards them, smashing any challenge she met. So once she arrived at her destination she didn’t stop to scout the location out to confirm her prey was within or even think about her next action. She did what she always did: acted without a plan and charged right in.

Knowing the doors into the building were all too small for her to easily fit through, and assuming no one would care about damage to the abandoned building, Gigantica simply smashed her way through the front door. “Come out villains!” she bellowed as came crashing through the wall, throwing her massive fists up to show she was ready for a fight.

“Da fuck is this?” a large black man said, jumping up. He was tall and muscled in a way only a super-powered man could be. He wore very baggy jeans and no shirt, metal chains wrapped around his bare torso and muscular arms. When Steel saw the gigantic heroine grinning at him, obviously eager for a fight, he returned the smile. “Damn,” he muttered, running a hand over his cleanly shaved head and looking up at Gigantica, “You’re one big fucking white bitch!”

He had been sitting at a table covered in maps and papers filled with handwritten notes. Across from him his partner, Silk, sat calming filing her nails and showing no concern for the huge heroine that had just smashed her way into their hideout. Silk was a white woman who had narrow features, a large hawk-like nose, and short black hair. She wore a black leather outfit that covered little more than her small breasts and her privates, leaving nearly all of her thin and athletic body exposed.

“Looks like your plan, worked, my dear,” she said, sounding barely interested in the events going on around her. “You let the underworld know where we were making our plans in hope of enticing a heroine here for some fun and here she is.” As she spoke she kept filing her nails, not bothering to look up at Gigantica.

“It worked all right,” Steel said, starting to move towards Gigantica as he prepared for the fight that was about to begin, “but this bitch is a lot biggerthen I was expecting.”

Silk finally looked up, concern appearing on her face for a just a moment as she saw Gigantica for the first time. “Ah, well, I suppose you are right,” she said, putting the file down and casually getting to her feet. “This really is one big fucking white bitch.”

A moment later Silk flipped over the table, moving with such smooth ease this it seemed the acrobatic move was like walking to her. She landed next to Steel, wrapping one of her thin arms around his thick, muscular waist and standing up on her toes to give him a kiss on the cheek. “Shall we take her down together, my love?”

He smirked down at Silk. “It’s my favorite way to take on a heroine.”

“Bah!” Gigantica bellowed. “Talk, talk, talk! All you villains do is talk. I’m bored of talking. I want to fight! I want to crush you little baddies.” She lunged forward, pulling an arm back as she prepared to throw a punch at Steel.

Silk & Steel were expecting the attack and were prepared. As soon as Gigantica started to move Silk flipped back away from her while Steel moved forward, ducking down under the heroine’s massive fist. As he bobbed and weaved under her punch he jumped up and threw an uppercut into her gut, the punch hard enough to stagger her.

As Silk had flipped back through the air she reached an arm out towards the ceiling, a strand of web-like substance shooting out from her wrist. It flew up to the ceiling, sticking to it. Before her flip was finished Silk had hold of the strand with both hands and was tugging herself up towards the ceiling. She flew up into the air, swinging around Gigantica as the heroine stumbled back from Steel’s punch and landing on the back of her shoulders.

Gigantica roared in surprise and anger as Silk wrapped her long, slender, muscular legs around the giant woman’s neck and started to choke her. The heroine thrashed about, reaching up and behind her to try and pull the smaller woman off.

At the same time Steel was moving back in to throw a few more punches at Gigantica but the wild thrashing about caused him to miss. He lost his balance as one of his punches failed to land and he fell towards Gigantica. As he stumbled forward he threw his hands up, desperate to grab hold of something to keep himself from falling. All he managed to do was grab hold of the bottom of Gigantica’s fur bikini top. As he fell to the floor the garment ripped off her.

She screamed louder, backing into a nearby wall and slamming Silk into it. Stunned, she fell off the heroine’s shoulders as Gigantica moved quickly away from the wall, reaching up to try and cover her huge and now fully exposed breasts.

Steel was back on his feet and charging Gigantica. She had to let go of her breasts to throw her arms up before her to block his attack. She was much larger than him but he was so strong that they were on a nearly even footing. For a minute the two traded punches, Gigantica using her larger size to press him back. For a few moments she thought she had the villain, if she could back him into a corner she’d be able to get a hold of him and easily subdue him.
But she had forgotten about silk.

Just as Steel’s face was starting to show a hint of fear Silk used her web-strands to swing back up, once more landing on Gigantica’s back. But this time she didn’t try to use her legs to choke the heroine, instead she used one of her web-strands like a garrote. Once the web-strand was around Gigantica’s neck she dropped down the heroine’s back, putting all her weight on the strand.

Immediately beginning to choke, Gigantica threw her hands up and desperately tried to pry the web-strand off her neck enough to allow her to breathe. She found that the strand was as hard as steel wire and that with Silk putting all her weight behind it she was unable to pry it free from her neck. As she gasped for air, her face already turning red, she stumbled back obviously planning on smashing Silk into a wall again.

Steel, however, didn’t plan on letting her pull off the same move again. He jumped forward, pulling his arm back and slamming a super-powered fist into her right breast. His fist sunk into the huge, soft tit-flesh causing Gigantica to try and scream as she still gasped for air. The tit-punch had temporarily stunned and she was no longer trying to back into a wall to knock Silk off of her. Seeing this Steel smiled and punched her other tit.

Gigantica’s eyes opened wide as a mix of confused pain and pleasure crossed her face, causing her to stumble, gasping for air and swaying as she clawed at the web-strand digging into her neck. Her eyes began to flutter up into her head and it was clear she was growing faint. Before Steel could deliver another punch she fell down onto her knees, her hands falling to her sides and her eyes rolling all the way up into her head as the lack of air and the pain of the tit-punches brought down the giant heroine.

Silk, feeling the heroine was defeated, let go of the strand and fell to her feet, taking a step back as Gigantica swayed for a moment then fell to the side. She watched, grinning evilly, as Steel put a foot on Gigantica’s side and rolled the giant woman over onto her back. She was still conscious, but only slightly, and was totally dazed.

“Good job, babe,” Silk said, hopping over the defeated heroine’s huge body and wrapping an arm around Steel. “And now that she’s down for the count we get to start the real fun, although I have to admit choking out a woman that big was pretty fucking great all on its own.”

Steel wrapped one of his muscular arms around the villainess’ slender waist and pulled her closer. “This is the best part, and it’s only gotten better since we became a couple.” He turned, pulling her up and giving her a long, passionate kiss while his boot remained on Gigantica.
Once he pulled away he nudged the oversized superheroine with his foot. “Hey, giant tits, you know what happens now?”

She moaned, moving slightly and struggling to get her eyes to focus. She was still gasping for breath and it was clear she was a long way from recovering.

Seeing she couldn’t answer Steel decided not to wait for her answer. “You know the rules. You got defeated, that means your fair game sexually. I was already in the mood to fuck a heroine when you barged in here, but once I ripped your top off and got a look at those giant tits I knew exactly what I’d do once I defeated you!”

Silk laughed, sliding a hand down the front of his pants. “Damn, babe, you’re already getting so fucking hard. I think it’s time we get these pants off, show this dumb super-slut why you wear such baggy bottoms.” She pulled her hand out and grabbed his pants, slowly starting to pull them down as she stared at Gigantica.

The heroine had recovered enough for her eyes to come back in focus, allowing her to stare up at the two villains as Silk pulled Steel’s pants down and revealed his dick. If she’d been able to she would have gasped at what was revealed, instead all she was able to do was whimper and wiggle slightly.

An active P-Gene often gave women super-sized breasts. Most powered men had something similar happen, only to their dicks. And in Steel’s case his dick had grown to massive, inhumanly large size. Even though it was only half erect it hung down past the villain’s knees, already thicker than Silk’s forearm. And the massive black cock was only getting harder and bigger looking with every beat of the villain’s heart!

After Steel kicked his pants off Silk dropped to her knees and lovingly grabbed his massive black cock, giving it a little kiss before lifting it up to show Gigantica. “So fucking big, isn’t it?” she asked, laughing and leaning in to rub her face adoringly on it. “Almost too big for me to take, to be honest. If it wasn’t for my powers I don’t think I COULD take it without being split in half. I love my man’s big black cock, love sucking it off and love feeling it so deep in me I feel like I’m going to explode. But what I love even more is helping him use it on big titted super-sluts like you, watching how he uses your bodies and seeing the state your left in when he’s done.”
“N-never,” Gigantica mumbled, struggling to get up and managing to actually get up on her elbows.

Silk & Steel reacted so fast the dazed heroine barely knew what was happening. Silk slipped away from Steel, dropping to the ground like an animal and pouncing towards Gigantica’s feet. She sprayed some of her web-strands on the heroine’s ankles, sticking them to the ground, and almost instantly the webs hardened becoming as solid as steel wires. A moment later she had crawled to the other end of Gigantica, grabbing each of her arms and pulling them out as she webbed them to the ground as well.

While the villainess was securing the giant heroine to the ground Steel got on top of her, holding her in place as Silk webbed her down. When she was done he was left sitting on top of her, his huge cock resting on her chest between her tits. Gigantica was bound securely to the floor and all she could do was wiggle helplessly a bit.

“Look at it,” Silk whispered into Gigantica’s ear, grabbing her head with both hands and lifting it up to so she had no choice but to look at the monster cock inches from her face. It was fully erect now, a frighteningly large throbbing rod of cock.

It was the first time the over-sized heroine found herself eye to eye with a cock that didn’t seem small to her. The sight terrified her but it also aroused her. It was the curse of the heroine, a supercharge libido awakened by the smallest caress or short glimpse of a hard dick. And with a cock this big in her face her body couldn’t help but begin to yearn for it.

I must resist, she thought, trying to force herself to look away. But she couldn’t. Part of why she’d managed to avoid the frequent sexual defeats other heroines endured was that a normal sized dick did little to arouse her. Her pussy was so big that normal dicks barely did anything for her. But this cock? This one was big enough that it might feel too big in her and that was a thought, as ashamed as she was, that made her desperate to feel it inside of her.

“Look at the damn giant slut, she’s already cocknotized! Your dick really is the eighth wonder of the world,” Silk said with a laugh. She leaned down, pulling Gigantica’s head back and forcing her to look up into her eyes. “Bet you want it in you, don’t you? Big pussy like yours, bet you can barely feel a normal dick. You can just keep on wanting it because I know my man and I know what he likes and he’s NOT going to be fucking your big ole’ giant pussy, not right now.”

Steel chuckled. “You know me so well. And the fact you’re going to help me get what I want is WHY you’re my woman. There isn’t anyone else on this Earth that can give me what I need the way you do.”

Silk looked up, adoration in her eyes as she stared lovingly at Steel. “I’d do anything to make you happy. And I know what that takes. You like to fuck, as often as possible. You like to fuck white women, and white women only. And what you like best is big white titties, the bigger the better. And these,” she said, letting go of Gigantica’s head and reaching out to grab her huge breasts, “are the biggest fucking white titties either of us have ever seen. Hell, I bet they are even big enough to wrap all the way around your big black cock.”

They were staring into each other’s eyes, intense sexual energy burning between them. She kept eye contact with Steel as she grabbed Gigantica’s breasts and began squeezing them together and wrapping them around his huge black cock.

He moaned in appreciation, leaning forward. “Kiss me, you sexy bitch,” he growled.

“In a moment,” she said, raising an eyebrow flirtatiously. She rose up and leaned over Gigantica, bowing down till her head was pressed between the heroin’s huge breasts. She started licking her man’s cock, salivating as much as possible as she worked up and down as much of his shaft. When she pulled away and leaned up to kiss him his cock was covered in slimy saliva, more than enough to provide lubrication as she pressed the heroine’s breasts in tighter around his dick.

As their lips met and they began kissing Steel started moving his hips, humping Gigantica’s tits as they made out. Once he started picking up speed Silk pulled away, getting comfortable as she held Gigantica’s tits tightly around Steel’s thrusting cock. “That’s right, baby,” she moaned, “fuck this super-slut’s tits. Teach her what happens when she loses!”

Gigantica was webbed securely to the ground with Steel on top of. Still, she began to struggle, wiggling in vain to get out from under him. Both villains laughed, enjoying the sight of her pointless struggle to escape.

“How does it feel?” Steel asked, humping her tits faster. “A giant bitch like you, I bet it’s not often the pathetic criminals in this town have managed to defeat you. And I bet you’ve never been dominated this way, had your massive tits violated this way while being unable to stop it. I bet a woman as big and strong as you has never been this powerless!”

“Shut up!” Gigantica screamed, struggling harder to break free.

His words stung. But what had her more worried was how her body was responding to what he was doing. Like most women with an active P-Gene, her breasts were highly sensitive and she was finding that the feeling of such a huge cock thrusting before them was arousing her far more than she had expected it would. She knew if she couldn’t break free soon her libido would take over and she’d be begging him to continue.

As she grew hornier her head cleared more. Finally able to think straight she was finally able to summon her full strength. She began flexing her muscles and pulling up off the ground with her arms and legs. The web-strands binding her to the floor began to stretch, the fibers they were made of starting to snap.

“Silk!” Steel bellowed, noticing what was happening.

“Already on it, babe,” she replied, letting go of Gigantica’s tits and moving to re-web her limbs.
As she let go of Gigantica’s breasts Steel quickly grabbed them, keeping them pressed around his huge cock as he kept fucking them. While Silk struggled to keep Gigantica secured to the floor he shifted his grip so that he had hold of both her breasts with one hand, just barely keeping them both wrapped around his cock as he humped them. His free hand flew out and up then came swinging back down, slapping the side of her giant breast.

A meaty “SWACK” echoed through the room as Gigantica screamed. Her back arched under Steel and she threw her head back into the floor, her eyes rolling up into her head. The scream had been one of pain at first, but by the end it was one of shuddering pleasure.

Silk laughed. “Babe, I think you just tit-slapped an orgasm from this huge slut! Look: she’s not struggling anymore. She came and lost some of her powers.”

“Well then,” Steel said, switching which hand he was holding her breasts with as he kept fucking her tits, “lets tit-slap a few more orgasms out of her and depower the bitch!”

SWACK.

SWACK.

SWACK.

Angry red welts in the shape of a hand were left on the sides of her overlarge breasts. At first she continued to scream, in pain and pleasure, but by the last slap the screams had died. She was shuddering and moaning, cumming uncontrollably as her powers were drained from the multiple orgasms.

“Dumb-titted bitch has totally submitted,” Silk said, stroking Gigantica’s blond hair. “Make her cum anymore and she’ll pass out. I know you want the slut awake when you cum, and from that look on your face you’re getting close.”

He grunted in pleasure, holding onto Gigantica’s tits with both hands again and pounding them faster and harder as he crested towards climax. “You… Know… Me… So well,” he huffed between grunts of delight.

“You wanna cum in her mouth, don’t you?” Silk asked. “But with her huge titties still wrapped around your cock?”

YES!

“I’ll make it happen for you, babe,” Silk purred as she grabbed hold of Gigantica’s head and pressed it up.

Steel pressed his body forward till his cock was popping into the helpless heroine’s mouth whenever he thrust forward. With her head pressed so far forward it was practically pressed down into her own cleavage and Steel’s massive cock was able to thrust all the way into her mouth and partially down her throat. She was so defeated and weak she didn’t even gag, she simply laid there and took it.

With a roar of pleasure Steel thrust one last time through her tits, ramming his cock as deep into Gigantica’s mouth as he could. She felt his cock quiver in her mouth and then there was an explosion of pressure as he unloaded a massive blast of cum straight down her throat.
 
 
 
Now that Steel has cum what happens next? (Choose up to 6 options from this poll)
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Philo Hunter Erotica
 Here's the next part! If you need to get caught up/want to read the story in its entirety head here.


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The door to the exam room opened as a tall woman with a thin but well-muscled body walked in. She had a youthful glow to her beautiful features and wore an infectious smile that lit up the small room. Long black hair ran down to the small of her back, framing her light colored skin and making her bright blues look even brighter. She had on a skin-tight costume, a full body one piece black outfit that had a blue wave-like design striped down the sides. The outfit was completed by a pair of blue high-heeled thigh-high boots and thick blue gloves.

“Good morning, uh, Doctor?” she asked, as she reached out to shake the stranger’s hand.
He was a tall, handsome middle-aged white man with graying hair and a short, well-trimmed beard. The thick glasses he wore and the white lab coat he had on gave him an air of professionalism that matched the serious, but friendly, look on his face.

“I’m Doctor Rowe,” he replied, reaching out to shake her hand. “And you must be…” he trailed off, glancing down at the tablet he held in one hand. “Aquatica?” he asked, looking back up at her.
She lifted her head, grinning with pride. “That’s me: Aquatica, defender of Fortune City’s waterfront!”

The doctor looked back down at his tablet. “I see that you’re in for your biannual Readiness and Certification Test.” He looked back up, giving her an appraising look. “Am I your first stop through the process?”

Aquatica nodded. “You are,” she said, then paused. “Are you new to the facility? I don’t recall ever having seen you before.”

“I am,” he replied with a kind smile.  “This is actually my first day on the job. I was transferred here from a Satellite Center in another state. It’s not the first time I’ve been reassigned and I’ve found each facility does things slightly differently. I wasn’t sure if I was your first stop or not.”
“Well, this is my first stop! Although I must admit, I always find these physicals so pointless. An active P-Gene comes with a mild healing factor that prevents pretty much every mundane ailment. And—”

He raised a hand, silencing her. “I’m well aware. But trust me, these physicals ARE important. There are things unique to the superhuman body that can easily be overlooked and need to be treated early. And there are sometimes shots or tests The Agency needs to be delivered during this time. Now, if you could kindly take your costume off?”

“Right,” she said, turning to begin undressing then pausing and looking back. “I need to undress all the way?”

“Indeed you do. I’m required to perform a rather thorough physical examination.”

Aquatica turned her back on Dr. Rowe, bending down and starting to take her boots off. He held the tablet in his hand up, pretending to look at it while actually watching the young heroine undress.

She’s so trusting, he thought as he watched her pull her boots off. And so confident in her powers, so confident in her strengths! She doesn’t believe she can be outsmarted or defeated, which is probably her greatest weakness.

He pulled his eyes away from the undressing heroine as she began the laborious work of taking the full body, skin-tight outfit off and actually started to read the file on the screen of his tablet.
The first thing he did was look at the detailed description of her power set. She had super strength, enhanced agility, and could fly. But it looked like the longer she went without contact with water the weaker these powers got. On top of those abilities she could also “control” water when she was near it.

Interesting power set, Dr. Rowe thought, glancing back up at her as she began peeling her costume off. Powerful but almost completely useless this far away from the waterfront. I’ll still need to be careful as I begin to have my fun but I won’t have to worry too much about her powers being a potential danger.



Once the physical begins how is he going to have his “fun”?
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Philo Hunter Erotica
Here’s another start to a Fortune City poll driven story! This will be the last one I’m starting till one of the currently ongoing stories has a character/even that feels appropriate to peel off and be its own story. Till then we’ll be cycling through these and adding to them!

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Number Three finished typing out one last paragraph then pulled away from the computer and leaned back in his chair. He felt tired and worn out, his brain completely drained. He’d been working on this project for… he wasn’t sure how long. Time was rather meaningless within their hidden underground lab. He rarely knew whether it was day or night in the city above and he often didn’t even know what day it was.

All that mattered was the science. The research. The next breakthrough.It’s what T.AR.G.E.T. existed for. It’s why he was a passionate member of the super science terrorist organization. He believed a better world could be created, could be forced into existence, by the kind of super science he and all the other members of T.A.R.G.E.T. worked on making a reality.

But even with the best cybernetic enchantments and advanced drugs T.A.R.G.E.T. had at its disposal its scientists were still mortal. They had plenty of options for when their bodies tired, but mental fatigue was something every T.A.R.G.E.T. cell struggled with. There were always too many projects and too many experiments to be conducted with too few scientists to do all the work. Every minute they had to rest due to mental fatigue was one more minute further from T.A.R.G.E.T. being able to fix the world. Every member was confident that one day they would cure the world, it would just take far more scientific breakthroughs.

Number Three held an arm up, activating the touch screen built into the wrist of his green tech-armor. Like almost every member of T.A.R.G.E.T. Number Three spent as much of his life in the green tech-armor his organization was most known for. To outsiders it made every member of the organization appear as an interchangeable piece of a faceless green horde of terror. But to those within T.A.R.G.E.T. the green suits were the manifestation of everything they had collectively achieved.

The green suits were more than a uniform, more than even high tech battle armor. It did far more than protect them, it augmented their physical strength to the point that any member was strong enough to fight hand to hand with most superheroines on the lower end of the power scale. Most suits were also augmented for flight and had at least some built-in weapons systems, although the specifics of the tech-armor changed from cell to cell and from member to member as most members modified their suits to match whatever task they currently worked on.

When needed the suits could also administer performance-enhancing drugs or pump in chemicals to help its owner heal faster. Physical fatigue could easily be fended off with the push of a button and a fresh adrenaline shot. Number Three had been dosing heavily for a while now, keeping his body awake and at peak efficacy. But his mind was another matter; it had reached the point that it would need sleep or something equally mentally refreshing.

He reached up and activated the release mechanism at the base of his suit’s helmet. The tech-armor hissed and clicked as parts unlocked and the helmet came unsealed. With his eyes closed he took it off and placed it on the desk he was sitting at.

The first slow, deep breath of air he took in tasted wrong. It always did, the world outside the suit always felt wrong. When he slowly opened his eyes, allowing them to adjust to the harsh lights in the lab, he thought the world looked wrong too. He always missed the overlay the bug like lenses of the helmet displayed, he missed the way the overlay analyzed everything he looked at. The world seen with just his eyes seemed so empty to him…

But he had to take the helmet off. His head hurt and he needed to be able to reach up and massage his temples with his fingers. “I need a recharge, I can’t do any more work without one,” he muttered, thankful that massaging his head didn’t require taking off the suit’s gloves. Being without the helmet was bad enough.

He took in a deep breath and sat up straight, holding his arm up again and typing a quick command into the touch screen on his wrist. He needed their lab aid, Braingasm. “Stupid name,” he muttered, thinking about the girl. They always gave the powered members stupid names just like the hated superheroines did. He didn’t understand the need to copy them but it was what the organization had always done so who was he to question it?

“At least they don’t let her wear a green suit,” he said to himself as he waited for her to arrive. “She’s not a member of T.AR.G.E.T., not really. She’s more of a… thing we use.” He hated that they needed her yet thinking about how she was used brought a smile to his tired face.
He got up, deciding to leave his helmet off during her visit. As much as he hated having the helmet off he had always felt to having it off made her visits a lot more intimate.

There was a mirror nearby so he decided to take a quick look at himself before she arrived. The face of a middle-aged black man with short graying hair stared back at him. He looked tired but other than that he was presentable. He’d been proud of his good looks once, but that had stopped mattering once he had joined T.A.R.G.E.T. and gotten his suit. But there was always a bit of the once vain young man he had been that bubbled up when he had to use Braingasm to recharge his mind. They way she was used reminded him of pleasures that used to be important before curing the world of its sickness through science became the only thing that mattered in his life.

A moment later the door to his lab slid open and he turned to see Braingasm walking in. She was a pudgy little white girl with long dark hair, big chunky glasses on her face making her already big eyes look bigger. She had a face that few would call “ugly” but that no one would call “beautiful”. Her face was like the rest of her, as far as Number Three was concerned: utilitarian.
She “wore” what served as her uniform: a pair of skin-tight green leggings the same color as the proper T.A.R.G.E.T. member’s tech-armor along with a pair of clunky black army boots and nothing else. From the belly up the young girl was totally naked, her plump body with its pasty white skin on display. She’d been in the base for some time now and it finally seemed that Braingasm was at ease dressed like this. The “outfit” was functional, after all, her greatest assets not only on display but readily available for use.

Those assets were, of course, her large breasts. He stared at them as she walked up to him and saluted, enjoying the way they jiggled as she threw her arm up. The short, plump girl had a thick build that often came with larger than normal breasts. He was sure breasts had been big before her Power-Gene activated, but afterward they’d definitely gotten bigger. What was the saying? “She’s stacked like a superheroine.” Powered women tended to have larger breasts, many of them unnaturally so.

Braingasm’s breasts weren’t unnaturally large, but they were still impressible big, especially compared to how short of a woman she was. Anyone seeing her topless was sure to suspect she had powers with how big they were. Each large, meaty, heavy hanging breast was larger than her head; although the way the naturally sagging, narrow shape they had when she was standing made them look a bit smaller then Number Three knew they really were.

“Sir?” she asked, her voice quiet and nervous.

Number Three blinked and looked up, realizing he had been staring at her tits. Then he realized he hadn’t returned her salute and did so, letting her drop her arm to her side.

“You are in need of a mental refreshing?” she asked, still sounding nervous.

What a fucking stupid question, he thought. Of course that’s why I’ve called you in here, you pasty, fat-assed white slut. The girl was necessary and he even enjoyed her “mental refreshers”, but the fact her presence was so necessary filled him with an irrational dislike of her. But he had always tried to not let this show, although he knew he failed at this more often than he succeeded and she was always timid and nervous whenever he called her into his lab.

“Yes,” he finally replied, reaching a hand up to rub the side of his head. “I’m suffering major brain drain right now.” He started to turn to return to his chair but stopped, turning back around to stare at her breasts again. “How full are you? I don’t know how much the other members of the cell have used you recently. I need a pretty big mental boost and want to know how much I should expect to get from you. From them,” he added, pointing at her breasts.

She furrowed her brow and gently cupped the bottom of her breasts, lifting them up as if weighing them. “I’m just about… full,” she said, pausing before choosing the final word. After letting go of her breasts she continued. “No one else has needed me-” she paused, correcting herself. “Needed them for a while and I’m pretty much fully charged up,” she said touching one of her breasts, “and here,” she added, tapping the side of her head. As she did this she glared at him, as if trying to remind him that there was more to her than just her breasts.

A moment later she leaned to the side and looked past Number Three to the screen behind him. “My brain’s charged up enough that I can tell you’ve done the last few calculations wrong.” She started to move towards his computer, an eager look suddenly on her face. “Why don’t you let me just correct them real fast.”

He grabbed her arm as she went to move past him and held her back. “No,” he said firmly. “That’s not what I need you for. Once we are done I’ll be able to fix it myself.”

Number Three felt the enthusiasm deflate out of her and could see her posture slump and her expression fall. “Of course,” she mumbled, stepping back away from the computer. When he let go of her arm she turned and flashed an unconvincing smile. “Do you want to sit down for it, or should I kneel before you? Or do you want me on my back?”

“On your knees,” he said, pointing to the ground next to the chair sitting at his computer station. “You know that’s how I like it best.”

He moved to his chair, spinning it around to face away from the computer and sat down. As he got comfortable he spread his legs and touched a button on his wrist screen. While he continued to shift in his chair the crotch of his green tech-armor retracted, the segments pulling apart and sliding back into the armor around the crotch. When it was done he was left with the front of his armor open from his waist down to his mid thighs.

His dick was already half erect in anticipation of what was about to happen and as soon as it had been exposed Braingasm’s eyes became fixed on it. Once he seemed comfortable she stepped up to the chair and got down on her knees before him.

She reached for his dick and started to lean down, obviously intending to suck him off. But he barked, “No,” causing her to pull back. “Not today. Today I want to get hard while warming you up.” The girl winced slightly and blushed. She knew exactly what he meant and she didn’t look too happy about it.

It didn’t bother him that it seemed to bother her. First of all, it was her job. Second, she had to get “warmed up” for it to work and this was the fasted way. And third, by the time he was hard she’d be moaning and begging for him to keep going.

He reached down, gently grabbing hold of her large breasts and giving them both a gentle grope to remind his hands just how big and thick and soft they were. They’d done this countless times and the more he did it the more he liked to savor it. There was an almost addictive quality to what they were starting and there was a reckless part of him that leaned into that feeling of addiction.

After the initial little grope he pulled his hands away slightly, leaving just the tips of his index fingers on her breasts. Slowly he ran his fingers towards her nipples, enjoying the feel of how soft her skin was, enjoying the contrast of his dark-skinned fingers running along her pasty white skin. On his way to her nipples he followed one of the deliciously pleasing blue veins running just under her skin that he loved so much, tracing it with one of his fingers.

Once he got to her pink nipples he ran his fingers around their edges. He adored her nipples, adored how big her areolas were, adored the way their flesh pebbled and grew bumpy as his finger caressed the skin around them. Slowly he continued to run his fingers in circles around her nipples, but gradually closed that circle in closer to the fleshy nubs in the center. By the time his fingertips reached them they had swollen up, puffy and engorged and just waiting to be touched.

He grabbed hold of them between his index fingers and thumbs, gently rolling them between his fingers as the nubs got even harder. Braingasm moaned quietly, making it clear she was already starting to get warmed up. He squeezed them between his fingers, making her moan louder, then started to lightly tug on them.

Looking up from her tits he could see that she was blushing furiously, breathing heavy with her mouth open slightly as she stared up at him. Her expression was so different than when he last looked at it. No more hesitation, no more discomfort. Only desire, a pathetic look of pleading for him to continue that filling her eyes. The look made him smile, made him feel that he had total control over her. He tugged her nipples a bit harder, watching her gasp, enjoying the way her eyes flickered up into her head as he tugged on them.

He let go of her nipples and placed the palms of his hands on the top of her chest, right above the initial swell of her breasts. A moment later he was slowly running his hands down the front of her breasts, gently caressing them. Then, watching her face to see her reaction, he pulled his right hand away from her breast then quickly slapped it. She gasped, her eyes opening wide and winced in pain but that pain was only on her face for a moment, melting into a shudder of pleasure.

Her tits are so fucking sensitive, he thought. So fucking sensitive that even painful stimulation quickly becomes a strong pleasurable sexual sensation.He loved that, loved the way hurting her breasts actually brought her pleasure instead of real pain.

SWAP.

He slapped her other breast, but even as the pain melted into pleasure on her face he had grabbed hold of her nipples. He rolled them between his fingertips again, but harder this time. Then he slowly started lifting her breasts up, her nipples held tight between forefinger and thumb. She moaned appreciatively at first but the further up he lifted her nipples the more the weight of her over-large breasts pulled down, making the gripping pinches more and more painful. He lifted up till her moans had become shuddering gasps of confused pain and pleasure.

Then he let go, letting her heavy breasts drop. He watched the way they fell, tit-meat slapping down onto her body, reveling in the way her tits jiggled after they landed. Before they had settled he threw his hands out to the sides, bringing them back in towards each breast and slapping them hard, causing them to slam together.

She made a sound that was half yelp of pain and half groan of intense pleasure. He pulled his hands out to do it again but she yelled, “Stop!” He held off, staring at her and waiting for an explanation. He looked at her, her face flush, mouth open slightly with a look of intense arousal. “I’ll cum if you do that again,” she moaned, her lip quivering. “We shouldn’t waste it.”

He nodded, understanding what she meant. He realized that he had gotten carried away. This was just supposed to be a warm-up for both of them. “I’m hard now,” he said eagerly, “let’s begin.”

Number Three leaned back slightly in his chair, spreading his legs open wider as Braingasm moved in closer to his body. She grabbed her breast, lifting them up as she pressed in between his legs. A moment later her breasts were pressed into him, half resting on his thighs with his rock hard cock standing erect between them.

She shifted how she was holding her breasts, letting them fall all the way onto his body and half wrapping her arms around them as she pressed them in around his cock. She paused, pulling them apart slightly and leaning down to spit on his cock, then sat back up and pressed her tits in around his cock again.

Looking up at him, a dreamy blissed-out look on her face, she started to bounce her breasts up and down around his shaft. She moaned in delight, her eyebrows twisting up in pleasure and her breathing increasing till she was gasping between long moans.

This always amazed him, always amazed him that giving a man a titjob could bring her so much pleasure. All she had to do was keep her tits wrapped tightly around his cock and bounce them up and down and before long she’d cum. And as the pleasure built, as she grew closer to climax, he could feel a connection building between them.

She shifted her hands so that she could be grabbing and pinching at her nipples as she worked his cock with her tits. As soon as she started to do that she had her first orgasm.

As she moaned and shuddered and kept bouncing her tits Number Three felt a sudden surge of energy shoot into his body. It radiated out from her breasts, flowing into his cock then up his body and into his mind. While she was climaxing his mind was connected to hers and while they were connected her intellect, her intelligence, poured out of her mind and into his.

Her orgasm ended and he blinked, his mind feeling much less foggy. It had helped but he needed more, gasping out loud to tell her so. She kept pinching and tugging at her nipples as she bounced her tits up and down his hard shaft. When the spit lubricating the motions started to dry out and the friction between their bodies started to burn she leaned down, pressing her face into her breasts so she could take his cock into her mouth. She sucked him off just long enough to get his cock covered in slimy, slippery saliva again.

The refreshed lubrication had both of them moaning in delight and it wasn’t long before Braingasm was cumming again. And as she came more of her intellect poured into him, refreshing his mind and starting to supercharge it.

Panting in pleasure, he pushed her hands off her breasts, grabbing them and squeezing them more tightly around his cock. He started bouncing them himself, thrusting his hips as he did. She was no longer giving him a titjob, now he was fucking her tits. He’d tit-pound a few more orgasms out of her, draining as much of her mental power as he could before he came.
But by that point he wasn’t really fucking her tits to refresh and supercharged his mind anymore. At that point he was lost in the sexual joy of humping her chest, caring only about pounding them harder so he could get off sooner. His sexual lust and the male need to fuck and cum had taken over and it showed. It showed in the determined snarl on his face as he stared at her tits jiggling as he pounded into them, showed in the way he grunted and groaned so aggressively.

“I love fucking your big, fat, vein covered tits,” he growled. “No,” he said, correcting himself as he pounded them even harder. “Not tits. These big thick saggy meat-sacks aren’t tits, these are fucking udders! Big saggy cow’s udders. Women have tits, cows have udders.”
He was rambling, barely making sense.

“They are so fucking big and thick and dense yet so fucking soft. And it’s so fucking hot watching you cum your brains out from a hard titfucking. Watching you literally cum yourself stupid as I drain you of your intelligence!

“Not just seeing it, but feeling it. Feeling you supercharge my mind while you cum, feeling myself become more while you become less. Feeling your intelligence flow into me till you’re left with nothing, till you’re nothing but a moaning drooling cum-stupid slut with fat cow-udders!”

She was moaning and cumming while staring up at him. Behind the look of blissed-out pleasure there was pain in her eyes. The verbal abuse clearly hurt her, and seeing that only made Number Three double down and want to be crueler to the girl. But he didn’t get the chance. The look on her face was enough to push him over the edge.

As soon as he started to cum he let go of her tits and grabbed his cock, knowing what was expected. She pulled back slightly, grabbing her breasts and holding them up as if presenting them to him. He grunted and unloaded onto her tits, spurting a huge load of cum all over them.
The moment he had finished cumming he went limp, his arms falling to his sides and letting out a long sigh of satisfaction. He luxuriated in post-orgasmic bliss for a moment, staring at his cum on her tits. He’d been backed up and there was quite a bit of it, but he knew he wouldn’t have long to appreciate the sight.

Within moments the thick load of cum on her breasts began to disappear. It looked as if it was soaking into her skin, which was exactly what was happening. He didn’t understand how it happened, he just knew it was important. He’d sucked so much intelligence out of her that she’d have barely had the brain power left to function on even the most primal of levels. But her breasts, her strange wonderful breasts, would soak up any cum on them and somehow convert it into mental energy. Even when a man drained her of all her intelligence his cum afterward would recharge her mind enough to leave her functional, although often rather dumb.

Her brain would slowly recharge, gradually returning to its natural state. But if her services were needed faster than her mind could recharge it was possible to speed up the process, it would just require a lot of men cumming on her tits in a very short time.

Number Three sat up and stretched. He tucked his now soft cock away and pushed a button that closed his suit. “My mind feels… fuck, not just recharged but better than ever! I can now return to my project. And you can go,” he added as an afterthought, waving her away as he turned to put his helmet back on. As it clicked into place the voice box crackled and his now armor-modified voice added, “Finding you was the best thing that ever happened for this T.A.R.G.E.T. cell. You’re irreplaceable.” He then turned and returned to his work, seemingly already having forgotten she was in the room with him.
 
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The best thing that ever happened to us, she thought bitterly as she got to her feet. Irreplaceable, she thought, angry that was the closest thing to thanks she’d ever gotten from these T.A.R.G.E.T. members.

As she left the lab she tried to get control of her emotions. When her mind was this drained, with so much of her intelligence gone, it was hard to not be driven by pure emotions. When her mind was fully charged she was a super-genius on par with any other superhuman whose power was an inhuman intellect. She could have easily finished many of the projects the cell here was working on in half the time it took their normal human scientists. But they didn’t use her intelligence that way. There weren’t proper female T.A.R.G.E.T. members, at least none that she had ever heard of. If they allowed a woman to be part of their ranks it was only ever in this way: not as a person but as a thing.
 
 
 
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