Bab 8: The Body Shaper Pt. 08
I was poised on the ceiling when Kimberly cautiously let herself into the guest bedroom.
I should have guessed by how fast Ms. Hixon adapted to her nonhuman additions (namely her wings and syrinx,) but apparently my power traveled far, far further than just the surface. My tentacles took only minutes to adapt to, and that was only because of old muscle memory interfering with the new muscles. Apparently I also adjusted nerves and even brains to handle the crazy additions I could give to people.
Imagine having every one of your fingers begin at your shoulder, be fifteen feet long and two inches thick, and have an infinite amount of omnidirectional joints. Then have them have the same nerve endings your dick has and the same tip as well.
Then do the same for your toes.
The tentacles still counted as fingers to my power. I was able to shape body mass nearly as easily with them as with my hands. They were also strong enough to pick up a person with only two, so using some to hold myself to the ceiling was a piece of cake.
Kimberly had to have seen the tailor that I still hadn't met. There was no other explanation as to how she obtained a tiny Japanese schoolgirl outfit that would fit her extreme chest measurements.
Kimberly cautiously looked around, not noticing the four tentacles braced on the floor to either side of the door she'd just entered through.
I grinned to myself, almost mischievously. She was going to shriek so loud!
I snuck a couple of tentacles down behind her, and when it seemed like I had enough slack, they darted around to wrap around her waist and hoist her into the air.
The shriek that came out of the busty Japanese goddess was every bit as satisfying as I'd hoped for. I slammed the door shut and eased my torso from the ceiling to the floor.
More tentacles raced to her struggling form. It wasn't easy to tear her clothing away. Though the tentacles were strong, they weren't all that dexterous. I had to burrow the tips between her clothing and skin, which felt amazing for me, and then pull away in opposite directions.
She was struggling to pry the tentacles from her waist and kicking her legs futility in the air, all while spewing a stream of agitated Japanese at me.
Which she knew darn well that I didn't understand a word of other than 'Hai'.
One tentacle wrapped around each of her ankles, prying her legs apart and straightening them out, then another two caught her wrists for the same.
I had six in use restraining her in midair, and fourteen more to play with.
Despite her struggling, Kimberly's face betrayed how much she was enjoying this. Also, the fact that her pussy was so wet that her moisture was beginning to escape was a pretty big clue.
I rumbled a faux-malicious chuckle. Tentacle monsters didn't speak, after all.
Two of my finger-tentacles slid around her back and then back around to the front, wrapping around her tits like constrictors and batting at her nipples.
Again, I'd made the tentacles to simulate the same nerves as my dick. When Kimberly was grasping the two around her waist, it felt like getting my dick squeezed. Playing with her sensitive nipples was like rubbing my cockhead against them.
This might turn out to be even better for me than it will for her.
One wrapped around her eyes and held her head steady while I fed the end of another into her mouth. Then she got one in her overly lubricated pussy, and another began to play over her anus, rubbing the copious pre-cum around her rosebud.
I never let myself be interested in anal sex after I'd shaped myself. My dick was just too damn big to even think about it. Shaping any of the girls to accept me in their back door would have led to bathroom problems for them, so that was never brought up by me and if they'd ever thought of it, not one had mentioned so.
I was also forbidden from making my cock smaller by six women whose votes mattered.
I noticed a greasy feeling and grinned to myself. Kimberly must have anticipated getting her butt penetrated and lubed herself up beforehand. I very carefully began to ease a tentacle inside of her ass, carefully feeling for the slightest dryness or resistance. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt her, no matter how easily I could heal her back up.
Her three orifices filled, I began to work the three tentacles I had inside of her in and out, still rhythmically squeezing her tits and also using six to hold her airborne. Whatever I did to myself with this shaping, I had mad coordination skills. Better than the best drummer on the planet.
After a only a minute or two of the triple penetration, Kimberly went limp in the air, her pussy convulsing around what felt like simultaneously my middle right finger and my dick.
I yanked the one in her mouth out, and while I waited for her to begin breathing again, I pressed the tip of every tentacle not in use to different parts of her soft skin, smearing trails of precum on her body. Her soft, smooth thighs got a lot of attention.
It really felt amazing to me. Twenty prehensile dicks just ready to go, and one lusty birthday girl who wanted as much as she could take.
Kimberly inhaled a deep, ragged breath and screamed, which was quickly muffled by a tentacle reentering her mouth.
The tentacles in her pussy and ass came at the same time, copious amounts of fluid that filled her to nearly bursting before being squeezed out around the plugs.
Once I'd finished the extremely abundant orgasms, those two were removed to wrap around her thighs, and a new pair entered her dripping pussy and asshole.
I played with Kimberly through five of her own orgasms and nine of mine before she tapped out.
I eased her cum-drenched form to the bed, gently unwrapping every rope-finger-dick from around her, and slithered myself close.
"You okay, Beautiful?" I checked. Sometimes fantasy was better than reality.
She grinned dopily at the ceiling, seemingly drunk. "I've had that fantasy for years and years. I never thought I would get to feel it play out." She turned her head and smiled at me, makeup smeared everywhere and cum all over her face. "This was the best birthday ever, Jeff. Thank you, Baby."
I smoothed her forehead with a tentacle. "You're welcome. Happy birthday."
She closed her eyes and smiled sleepily. "I'll bet Pixie's right outside the door listening in. She's probably not alone, either. You should drag them in and plunder them, too. I was counting, you know. You still have eleven tentacle-dicks left to cum with."
I winced embarrassedly. "I didn't know how sensitive they were going to be, and I didn't want to ruin this for you, so when I made my tentacles I made them multi-orgasmic. You know, just in case I couldn't keep up with what you wanted."
Kimberly giggled, relaxed and free. "Yeah, then you should definitely catch whoever is out there. Don't worry Baby, if they don't want to play, they'll say something."
I gave Kimberly the best evil grin I could, which really wasn't all that great, and silently slithered over to the door on a carpet of tentacle-dicks.
Two tentacles to turn the knob and yank the door open found Pixie with her hand up her skirt, Summer with her hand down her pants, and Winter with her hand down Summer's pants as well.
All three's eyes widened as tentacles wrapped around their waists and pulled them through the doorway one by one right before I slammed the door shut.
Not one of them demanded to be put back down.
******
"Mr. Marks? They need you up front."
I frowned at Janice worriedly, but still dropped the file from the last client onto her desk and made my way up to the reception area.
The entrance to the shaping rooms from the waiting room wasn't behind the front desk, it was off to the side. So it was that I never needed to be told what the problem was, it met me head on.
A gorgeous, white-haired, golden-skinned angel in a small white halter top and a long white skirt rushed over and threw her arms around me in a desperate hug, sobbing into my shoulder. Her large white feathered wings enveloped the both of us as she cried.
I instinctually rubbed the small of her back in an attempt to comfort her. I just did not deal with crying women well at all. "Ms. Hixon?" I prompted.
"You were right!" she sobbed. "My job fired me, and-and... my apartment kicked me out because my feathers violated the no pets policy. I don't know what I'm going to do!"
I ignored the clients in the waiting room blatantly staring at the winged beauty as she broke down in my arms. Instead, I turned to Fran at the desk, peering over the white-feathered wing. "Get Pixie down here, please."
Then I did my best to comfort the angel as chastely as I could. Tried to tell her everything would work out. Tried to tell her that maybe this could be for the best.
It didn't really help except for the slowing of her tears. She still clung to me with a death grip, still had her wings around us.
Pixie finally came through the doorway from the back. "Jeffery?"
"This is Valeria. We're hiring her, and offering her a place to stay as long as she needs it."
Pixie's eyebrows rose, asking me an unvoiced question.
I nodded slowly. Yeah, my gut feeling was going nuts here.
Pixie brightened up, and as Valeria relaxed her wings from around us and her arms from around me, the tiny redhead reached up and grasped one of the beauty's hands. "Hello, Valeria. It's a real pleasure. I'm Pixie."
Valeria Hixon wiped her eyes with her free hand. "Um, hi," she sniffed. "Call me Val. Please."
As I handed the angel off to Pixie, I mentioned, "Reception to start, and I want to see about making one of the empty storefronts into a beauty parlor by appointment. She's got the skill there."
Pixie simply nodded while Val gazed over at me in wonder. "You're really going to just do all this for me? Just like that?"
I faintly smiled and agreed, "Just like that. I'll explain later, but for now? Go with Pixie here, and she'll get you set up with paperwork and all that."
It was odd how Val never took her eyes from me the entire time Pixie dragged her away by the hand. She was the one who was supposed to be stared at, not me.
I thanked Fran for her fast response and made my way back to Janice for my next appointment. Despite having just hired an angel, I still had work to do.
******
He was nearly skeletal. Bald, not even eyebrows. Not even eyelashes. His cheeks were sunken in and so were his eyes, making his cheekbones jut out in stark relief.
"Leukemia?" I double-checked, paging through the teenager's file as his parents sat on either side of him worriedly.
"Yeah," the kid nodded. "The chemo didn't work, and I can't find a marrow donor. We were hoping you could help. One of the nurses at the hospital told us to come to you, got us through the waiting list."
I sat back. "Our Lady of Mercy?"
All three nodded.
This was my last appointment of the day. I made a snap decision. "Okay, here is what we call a Form-J. It's a waiver of any and all fees. I'm going to need you to fill this out. The only way I know to cure you is to do an entire full-body shaping, so that I know I got all of your bone marrow and lymph nodes working right. I'll be right back, okay? While I'm gone, I need one of you to get some pictures of how you looked before you got sick."
The father immediately began to fill out the form, the mother began to look through her smartphone, and Douglas Albertson sat back and tried to stem the flow of relieved tears.
I left the shaping room and walked up to Janice. "Hey, can you get Manny and Fran back here for a quick conference?"
Janice simply nodded and picked up the phone, and less than two minutes later two worried former nurses were coming back to see me.
"I've got Douglas Albertson in Room Ten. He said you pushed him past the waiting list?"
Manny cringed. "Yes, Mr. Marks. I'm sorry. If he had to wait, he would have died before he got in to see you. Again, I'm sorry for breaking the rules."
I crossed my arms and let him stew for a second. Only one, though. "Right. Well, you get a raise. Both of you."
At their stunned expressions, I elaborated, "If it was up to me, I'd save everyone I could. I'd do nothing with my days but save lives. Because of the restraining orders, I can't contact any of these people at the hospitals first. Legal tells me I can't advertise for it either, and we still have salaries and bills to pay. But if someone from your old job sends a person in need our way, you get them in. If someone calls to make an appointment and they're dying, you get them in. Even if we have to stay late. No one dies because of our waiting list, got it? You did the right thing here. Twenty more an hour for each of you, and you just get dying kids in here when you can. Dying anyones, for that matter."
They both seemed to stand straighter. "You got it, Mr. Marks."
I turned back to Janice as the two walked away a little stunned. "Do me a favor and ask Bridgette to come into Ten, will you? This kid needs some body mass."
Janice wiped her eyes and picked up the phone. "You're a good man, Mr. Marks," she whispered as she dialed. "I'm damn proud to work for you."
I grasped her shoulder in genuine affection and friendship. "I'm damn proud you work for us, too."
Then I walked back to Room Ten. I had some tricky cancer to cure.
******
Val looked overwhelmed as I ushered her into our home.
"Hey," I said, trying to give her a comforting smile. "It's okay. It's just a house, only bigger than most. You'll get used to it."
"I just... I just don't get it. Why are you doing all of this for me? You don't even know me!" The angel looked seconds away from collapsing, and I rested a hand on her bare back just under her wings.
"Part of my power is I get feelings about people," I admitted. "I just know that I can trust you, and that you'll get along with everyone here. Now there's only a few rules for living here. Rule one is you don't invite people over. I've been kidnapped once already, and shot before, so strangers that I haven't met are a no-no, okay? The rest... Well, there's a lot of affection here. Both physical and not. But no means no, okay? You are not expected to sleep with anyone at all. If someone asks, you get to say no, and they don't get to be upset at your refusal and vice-versa, obviously. The other big one is if you do get involved with anyone, we try very hard to not be jealous. Jealousy ruins things, and burrows into your feelings like a cancer."
"What have I gotten myself into?" she wondered.
"Okay, for the most part? What you've gotten yourself into is a house with eleven other people who could be the greatest friends you'll ever have. It doesn't ever have to be more than that. Just, I have to warn you, we don't always restrict our bedroom activities to the bedroom. You won't offend anyone by leaving the room if you get uncomfortable. It's different, I'll admit, but it's almost like a free-love commune here. But hey! Free rent, right?"
She smiled weakly. "Right."
I led her along to the dining room. "Now, we do have maids, but we try to take it easy on them. There's a lot of us to pick up after, so we try and keep their workload down. C'mon and I'll introduce you around before we eat. You're going to love Summer's cooking, everyone does."
******
Two days into my two weeks off, most of us had gathered at the airport in the private plane waiting area.
July fourth and fifth was off for the holiday, and for people to spend it in town with their loved ones. We had planned to leave on the sixth to Merida for ten days. We were just unable to book as many rooms in Cancun as we needed.
Of the Unit, only Carlos and his son Martin were coming. Autumn didn't really count as part of the Unit, not anymore. The reason we were given was that our facility still needed guarding, whether we were there or not.
None of the legal firm were coming either, unfortunately. Not even Callie. Just because we closed the shop for this vacation didn't mean that the courts closed too. There were still lawsuits to deal with, and they had to be handled.
Still, most everyone else was coming. Everyone from my house, including Charles and the maids. Even Val was coming.
Everyone from work, too. I got to meet Manny's wife and two kids, but Fran was single apparently. Janice's daughter seemed like a nice girl. I was not going to ask why someone as young as Janice had an eighteen year old kid, though. That path held hurt feelings. I looked over at Jenna as she towered above everyone else, and noticed a distinct lack of her husband.
I frowned and turned to Pixie, "Jenna's husband?"
The tiny woman scowled and folded her arms. "According to Jenna, he didn't want to come because he thinks that everyone who works or lives with you would pressure him into getting shaped out of his condition."
I frowned. "I would have offered," I admitted. "But only once. I'd respect his decision."
"Well Jenna said she wasn't going to pass up this vacation just because he was being stupid, so she's coming alone. Try not to bring it up, okay? She's already upset, so don't make it worse by reminding her of it."
I blew out a breath. I wondered what was wrong with him, that he wouldn't want to go away to a beach front resort with his wife, who was one of the most wonderful women I'd met. That was saying something, because I knew an awful lot of wonderful women nowadays. "Fine. No mentioning of... Jim? His name is Jim, right?"
"Tim," Pixie corrected. "I see your friend. You should go make sure everything is fine with the flight."
I turned, catching sight of Bertie. She'd taken effort to style her hair and wear makeup, which from what I knew of the absentminded cape was something special indeed. Accompanying her were two women.
One I didn't recognize, and the other I really, really did.
I forced a smile onto my face and approached Bertie, holding out a hand to shake.
The supergenius bypassed my hand completely to give me a rib-creaking hug. "Hi Jeff! These are my friends, Amy and Cindy. They're coming too!" she chirped.
I turned to the short, thin brunette and clasped her hand warmly with both of mine. "It's wonderful to meet you, Amy. Also, I'm so very sorry about the first impression I'm about to make here."
I turned to Cindy Horgath and the smile melted from my face. "You aren't coming," I stayed flatly.
The blonde looked confused. "Come again?"
I crossed my arms and glared. "Does the name 'Super-Chunk Jeffy' ring any bells?"
Her eyes narrowed. "So you're that Jeff Marks. High school was like, ten years ago! You need to let that go!"
My lip curled into a snarl completely outside of my control, and she flinched back.
"You two know each other?" Bertie worriedly asked, eyes bouncing back and forth between the two of us.
"Cindy was responsible for making all of both middle and high school a fucking nightmare for me," I gritted out, trying in vain to keep the lid on my temper.
The blonde rolled her eyes. "Quit being so dramatic, Jeffy. It wasn't that bad!"
"Wasn't that bad!?" I roared in disbelief. "You and your little posse took every single opportunity to grind me down into the dirt for all of my formative years. Let me tell you something you little bitch; I'm handsome now. Rich. I live in a mansion with a bunch of beautiful women who shower me with love. I make people's lives better on a daily basis; I help the blind to see, help the lame to walk. Some days I even cure cancer. I've got all of this, and I still don't feel worthy. I still look into the mirror most mornings and hear your voice telling me that I'm a loser who no one will ever want. So no, the self-entitled cunt who damaged me for life does not get to come along on the first vacation I've ever taken away from home and ruin that too."
Dismissing my high school tormentor, I turned back to Amy, who was silently watching the exchange as though she'd rather be anywhere else. "Again, I'm sorry about all of this. It really was nice to meet you."
Then I spun on my heel and stalked away, yelling for Pixie.
Of all the people for Bertie to be friends with, it had to be her? My estimation of Gearbox just dropped a few pegs if she was friends with that miserable cunt.
Pixie met me halfway. "Jeffery? What's wrong?"
I bent my neck to the side until the bones popped. "Our ride just fell through. See how quickly you can get a couple of private jets, will you? We're on our own for transportation."
"No! No, Jeff. I'm still flying us. Really."
I turned slowly to see Bertie and her friend Amy had followed me. "What?"
"I'm so sorry, Jeff. Embarrassed, too. I don't know what I was thinking, inviting people you don't know along, except that I wanted to bring some friends too. How could I know that you would know Cindy, and dislike her that much?"
"Hate," I softly corrected. "I don't dislike her, I hate her. There's only a few people I've ever truly hated in my entire life, and she's one of them."
"Really? Maybe she was that bad back then, but she's really not that bad nowadays, Jeff."
I gave the supergenius a disbelieving look. "That's because you're not someone she considers beneath her. I just pointed out to her that she damaged me for life, and instead of apologizing like a normal person, her attitude was that it 'wasn't that bad' and that I 'needed to let it go'. That tells me all I need to know about her."
Gearbox stepped close and put a hand on my arm. "She left in tears, Jeff. She's not the monster you think she is."
I felt my jaw set into a stubborn position. "You'll never, ever convince me of that. It's far more likely she was upset because she doesn't get to go to the resort. Now are we on our own, or not? If we are, we have arranging to do."
Bertie stepped back. "No, you're not on your own," she said sadly. "It's okay if Amy comes though, right?"
"If she still wants to after witnessing all that? I've got no problem with it."
******
Gearbox's big jet wasn't like the transport the Protectorate took to the Yucatan, with seats lining the walls and facing inward. It was more like a commercial jet, only with pairs of seats instead of three on either side and an abundance of leg room.
There was even a seat big enough for Jenna, which I assumed Bertie had installed to accommodate Warmaiden. I smiled at the accountant as I passed by, trying to force myself into a better mood by sheer application of will.
Still, I had a target. There were only three kids on the jet, and talking with one of them over the flight was sure to brighten me back up.
I was one of the last ones to board, and the seats across from Manny's kids were already occupied. Across the aisle from Carlos and Martin though, that seat was open.
I settled into the seat and buckled myself in, then pulled my legs under me as Bridgette shuffled past me to sit in the window seat next to mine.
Once our vacation actually started, I emptied out my inventory manager's body mass into Summer and Winter, increasing their density. I'd made myself too heavy with all the excess body mass I'd taken in to make myself into a tentacle monster for Kimberly, and they needed the durability to be under me now. Also, Bridgette didn't want to be fat on our vacation, which was completely understandable.
I was still adjusting to her new face. It wasn't that much different than before. She was still blonde, still had the same hazel eyes. It was just different enough as to not be recognized as Chalice Vixen, and twenty years younger. I was already missing having an older woman as a playmate who looked her age.
Bridgette threaded her fingers through mine and rested her head on my shoulder, content to cuddle for the flight, apparently.
"Hi, Mr. Marks!" Martin chirped excitedly, and I felt my face pull into a grin.
"Hi Martin, it's great to see you again. How's life without glasses treating you?"
"Great!" he beamed. "I can see the whiteboard so easy now!"
I'd promised Carlos I'd fix his boy's vision, and when he brought his son over to the house I followed through on it. Then they stayed for supper, and I wound up playing video games with him way past when Carlos wanted to leave. My at-work bodyguard was visibly irritated over that, the only time I'd seen him so, and it took a few days after my apology for him to relax back into the friendly-professional manner he used with me rather than the stiff-professional attitude he wore when he was upset with me.
It wasn't my fault, I never have anyone to play games with me. The only other gamer in the house was the ex-pornstar sitting to my right, and even then she preferred to play alone.
Also, when I met Martin, I didn't even know Bridgette had an interest in gaming. As a matter of fact, the blonde had only just moved in when I'd shaped the kid's eyes and spent a really fun couple of hours playing games with him.
"You excited for the trip? I know I am," I confided.
Martin bounced in his seat, visibly jumping as much as he could. "I'm so excited! Maybe we'll get to see one of the Guerillas!"
I blinked and my face stole into a strange smile. "You're a fan?"
"Martin's grandmother lives in the peninsula, Sir," Carlos interjected. "His mother is also a big fan. He's been raised around the Yucatan's superteam's exploits and praise."
"That so? Which do you like better, the Protectorate or the Guerillas?"
Martin chewed over that difficult question with all the brainpower that the ten year old had. "The Guerillas," he finally decided. "But Blitz and Gearbox are really awesome, too. That's a hard question, Mr. Marks."
Oh how I wished I could tell him that I knew Gearbox personally and she was flying the jet, and that I'd saved Blitz's life, and that I was going to meet all of the Guerillas again in a couple of days. I held my tongue, though. Not many knew about my moonlighting as superheroine support. My girlfriends knew, and the unit knew, and the house staff knew after Evac came over for supper, but no one else. Even the staff at work had been told that I was out sick the day of the Destroyer attack, though I don't know if any of them believed it. They all knew that the Protectorate came to the shop after the failed assassination attempt. I could trust my lovers to keep my secrets though, and the unit considered me as their commanding officer for some weird reason. They'd keep quiet about it to the last man.
On the other hand, my slow recovery from power exhaustion was very similar to recovering from a stomach bug. Now that I thought about it, there was a good chance the staff had believed my excuse.
"My favorite is Evac," I told the boy. "She seems pretty awesome."
Bridgette muffled her snorting laugh next to me, and I gave her a brief, sharp glance to not blow my cover.
Then the young boy and I got into a spirited debate over who was the best super in the Protectorate that went on until well after takeoff.
It lasted right up until Pixie stood at the front of the passenger section and cleared her throat. "Hi! In case any of you don't know me, my name is Agnes Brooks, but you can call me Pixie. I run the administration for Magic Hands, and I'd like to welcome you all to the first annual company retreat.
"Every employee is sincerely valued by both Jeff and me. To show some of our deep appreciation, we not only try to pay you what you're worth, but we are paying for this trip. Everyone has luxury suites which we are picking up the bill for, but even that doesn't seem like it's enough.
"To that end, we are also going to pass out a prepaid debit card to each of our employees with five thousand dollars of spending money loaded onto it; use it as you will. Pay for food, go shopping, buy touristy odds and ends, or even keep it and spend the money back home. Jenna has the cards, and I'll be passing them all out in just a moment here. Again, we want to thank you. It's because of you that we have had such success. I do hope everyone enjoys the next ten days without any stresses over anything at all."
Carlos leaned across his son to whisper, "Sir?"
"Yeah. We didn't want anyone worrying about spending money while we're down there. The rest of the unit will get their cards when we get back to work."
Carlos leaned back into his seat, a pleased grin on his face.
The rest of the flight went well, everyone in high, excited spirits after Pixie had handed out the bonuses.
By the time the jet had landed in Merida, I'd already forgotten about being upset.
******
I woke up, spooned between two soft beauties just as tall as myself.
Pixie reserved the best suite in the resort for me, but the bed seemed tiny compared to the monstrosity we had at home. Not everyone could stay in the bed with me.
Autumn argued that she had to stay in my room, simply because she was my bodyguard. Summer and Winter argued that they needed to also, because how was I expected to clean myself in the morning without their help?
I thought it was a flimsy argument, but apparently it was valid to the others. The end result was that I was sharing a bed with the triplets for the duration of the trip.
Winter was spooned behind me, her thin ivory arm resting over both my waist and her sister's thin one, holding the three of us together tightly. Her large breasts smashed into my back and her soft breath exhaled over my neck in her sleep.
In front of me was Summer, her big soft black ass cradling my morning wood. My arm rested around her waist just above Winter's. We put out enough body heat that the sheet we'd been using had been kicked down to the foot of the bed during the night.
Spooned up on Summer's front was Autumn, and I eased my arm from around the ebony woman's waist to grasp the Latina's hip, making her moan softly in her sleep but not wake.
Then I did nothing else. I just genuinely relaxed with the three tall beauties and waited for them to wake up. It was a rare thing for me to get to spoon with any of the triplets. They usually slept much lower in the bed at night.
For that matter, it was a rare thing for me to get to spoon with anyone. I was usually on my back at night with a handful of women piled on top of me.
I silently laughed a little at myself. How spoiled was I getting that I found reason to complain, no matter how small, over being buried in the most beautiful women on Earth night after night?
Merida is two time zones ahead of California. It wasn't surprising that I'd slept in so late. Not that I felt guilty though, far from it. Vacations meant you could sleep in as late as you felt like. It didn't take long before my bedmates began to stir, seeing as how they were on the same sleep schedule as I was.
Winter was first, sliding her arm from Summer's waist and burrowing her hand between her sister and me to swirl her cupped palm over my engorged cockhead where it sprouted from between Summer's cheeks. Sleepy kisses were pressed to my back, with a few licks thrown in for fun.
I was pinned in place for the moment, and didn't want to wake the other two by speaking, so I reached behind me and felt on Winter's hip and the side of her plump ass. I had to give some attention back, that's just how it was.
Then Summer woke, beginning to gyrate her butt back against the shaft of my wood. Her motion woke Autumn as well.
The next thing I knew the sisters had me on my back, and three identical mouths were working over my morning erection with pouty, cupid-bow lips.
"Wait," I whispered. "I want to give back some here. Everyone needs to turn around so you get some attention too. Someone needs to get her pussy on my face, and the other two need to get their pussies on my hands."
The sisters looked at each other, wordlessly coming to a decision. Winter straddled me in a sixty-nine position, planting her wet bald pussy to my face and inhaling as much of my too-big dick into her mouth as she could.
Autumn and Summer shuffled to the sides until I could finger them, and dipped between my widely spread legs to each gently suckle one of my balls.
Winter's pussy was incredible tasting. I lapped at her leaking gash and tongued her clit, making the woman grind down on my face.
I explored her sister's pussies with my fingers and came to a discovery. When I'd shaped the girls to be able to take my dick, all too much of it, I'd made them big enough to get my hands inside of them. Entirely.
I couldn't exactly make a fist, but if I curled my hands as slim as I could, I was able to get all the way inside. All the way up to mid-forearm.
I worked my arms inside of them, pistoning in and out of their heavily lubricated tunnels and, judging by the squeals and the muscle contractions inside of them, they were really enjoying it.
First Summer came, a spurt of hot woman-cum splattering up my arm as she squeezed my hand, then Autumn orgasmed almost exactly the same way. The sights and sounds of her sisters cumming must have pushed Winter over the edge, as she ground down on my face and came wetly. That was all I needed to hit the peak myself, and I groaned around Winter's clit as I pulsed into her mouth.
Winter eased her wet pussy from my face, and I heard the wet kissing sounds as she shared my load with the other two. I gently eased my hands from inside of Summer and Autumn's tunnels, my limbs sticky with both girl-cum and natural lubricant nearly to my elbows.
Finally Winter lifted a leg and unstraddled me, three identical faces save for their skin tones beaming smiles my way.
"Good morning, Master," they chorused.
I held my gooey forearms up off of the bed like a doctor about to enter surgery and clenched my eyes shut as Winter's juices began to make them sting. "Morning! Can someone wipe my eyes clear, please? My hands aren't up to it right now." I wiggled my fingers for emphasis, feeling the gooey messes stretch between my digits without breaking free.
Summer licked my eyelids, of all things, then wiped her saliva away with careful thumbs, allowing me to see.
I took stock of the bed as the girls helped me to the shower, seeing all the wet spots. "Those poor maids," I lamented. This was going to be a long ten days for the resort's cleaning crew.
Summer giggled as she got the spacious shower started. "If you feel badly you can leave them tips, Master."
I nodded and stepped into the spray, letting the girls start washing me down. I really should tip the poor souls who had to clean up after me. "Remind me to get some cash for that, will you?"
Once I was clean I tried to help wash the others, but they giggled and urged me from the shower instead. "We don't want you smelling like the girly stuff we use, Master. Go on, we'll be fine," Autumn insisted even as Winter and Summer began to writhe their bodies against each other, lewdly spreading the body wash around and moaning as their sensitive skin made it a grand adventure. As I toweled myself off I had to stop and enjoy the sight of the triplets all rubbing their entire curvy frames against each other in a relatively tame sudsy orgy.
I laughed softly to myself as I exited the bathroom. Their shower was likely to last awhile, given that I saw Winter kneeling behind Summer and parting her cheeks as soon as the soap was rinsed off.
I didn't blame them. If I was multi-orgasmic, had skin that made every touch sexual, and also had two other women the same way in the shower with me, my showers would never end.
I didn't give myself that sensitive skin for good reason. It was hard enough keeping up with my girlfriends without that extra stimulation making me last less long.
I'd just pulled on my boxers when I heard the door unlock and then Pixie was sneaking into the room, a one-piece swimsuit and sandals her only clothing.
I was so used to seeing the tiny redhead in either professional business wear or simply naked that the sight of her in a swimsuit was incredibly enticing. Despite having just cum when I woke, my cock began to throb and pulse back to hardness, uncomfortably straining upward against the boxers.
I grimaced and pulled the boxers back down, my dick popping upright, and Pixie's eyes lit up. Her tiny hands on my chest backed me to sit on the bed, and then she simply moved the bottom of her swimsuit to the side and mounted me, getting my entire length within her in four languid strokes.
Once she'd bottomed out, she wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a loving kiss with a lot of tongue, squeezing me with her Kegels rather than bouncing.
"Good morning, Jeffery!" she beamed. "I was hoping you were awake."
I grasped her tiny waist and began to bounce her on my cock, so easy to accomplish now that I was stronger. "What were you going to do if I was still asleep?" I laughingly wondered.
"This," she admitted. "You'd have just woken up to it instead. Don't try and tell me it would have bothered you. I know you, Jeffery," she told me seriously.
I laughed. She wasn't wrong. "So what's up?"
Pixie began to seizure in a really big orgasm before she could answer, arms flopping and flailing and her eyes rolling up into her head. Me? I kept bouncing her on my dick. It was nearly effortless. Her wetness splattered over my thighs every time I let her hit bottom.
"Woo!" she softly cheered. "That was a good one!"
I grinned and kept lifting her, nearly using her as a living cock sleeve. She didn't mind at all.
"We're spending the day at the beach. That's part of what I needed to talk to you about, so swim trunks today. I don't know why you were wearing boxers."
"Oh. That sounds like fun," I decided. "What was the rest of what you needed to tell me?"
Pixie moaned wantonly for a moment, enjoying my dick even more than I was enjoying her pussy. "The... the capes. You're going to meet a lot of supers this vacation. There's one already here."
"Okay? And...?" I asked leadingly.
"If you get the chance to fuck any of them, I want you to take it."
I stopped bouncing her. "What!? I don't need to... to validate myself by sleeping with superheroines. Besides, I already have six girlfriends. That's an embarrassment of riches already. Also, isn't that cheating? I'm not a cheater, Pixie."
The diminutive woman played with the hair at the nape of my neck and gave me an amused look. "It's so cute that you think six is the limit. That's not the point though. The point, Jeffery, is that fucking the capes isn't for you. It's for them. If any woman in the world has earned the kind of dicking you can give, they definitely have. All I'm asking is that if any of the Guerillas, or Gearbox or any of the Protectorate for that matter, come on to you that you go with it. It's not cheating if you have permission, and you have so much permission. From all of us. We all agree that they deserve a shot at getting in your pants."
I lifted her from my dick, my rod glistening with her juices, and set her to her feet. "Fine. In the unlikely event that a super comes onto me, I'll let things play out. Now turn around and pull your swimsuit to the side again."
I got to my feet, lifted the seventy pound woman from the floor by her waist, and slammed her on my cock, fucking her from behind with her legs limply hanging down and unable to reach the floor.
I was a little rough on her, I'll admit. The thing about Pixie though, was that she liked rough. She liked gentle. She liked loving, and aggressive, and being dominated and being the one dominating and everything in between. Seeing as how she flopped into a really big seizure-orgasm in the first minute and stayed in that state until I emptied my cum inside of her, she really liked the new ease I had with manhandling her little body about.
I held her to me, pressing my cock as deeply into her as I could, waiting out the last of her orgasm. Then I walked back into the bathroom, a tiny redhead still impaled on my cock and limply hanging from my hands on her waist.
I eased her from my dick, a pool of bodily fluids gushing from her no-longer plugged hole to splatter on the tile, and gently set her on the toilet to drain out.
Then I got back into the shower to rinse the sex off, pointing the showerhead away from where Winter and Summer were sucking on Autumn's tits.
Yeah, after the cum puddle on the bathroom floor, I was really going to have to tip the cleaning staff well.
******
We kind of formed a protective cluster around Val as we all trooped to the beach right outside of the resort. The majority of Mexico was devoutly Catholic, and Val's angelic appearance was causing a little commotion.
Still, it wasn't like every bit of attention was on the angel. The triplets were drop-dead gorgeous, identical beauties with only their skin tones to differentiate them. Kimberly was an incredibly busty Japanese goddess in a string bikini. Pixie got attention for being a tiny beauty queen. Bridgette was a blonde bombshell in an even smaller bikini than Kimberly's. Trina's front and backside were enough to cause traffic accidents. Bryce and Jyo had so much up top that even women who were one hundred percent straight stopped to watch them jiggle as they walked.
Even Charles and I were getting attention.
Then the rest of our people began to trickle down to the spot we'd staked out.
Jenna, all eight feet of her, was straining the fabric of her two-piece. It was supposed to be modest, but her body would make any swimwear nearly obscene. Her entire frame was comprised of chiseled, bulging musculature only interrupted by the humongous mountains of her breasts and the wonderful padding on her backside. Jenna in a swimsuit was breathtaking.
She shyly laid out her oversized beach towel next to me, laying down on her front. "Hi Jeff," she quietly greeted from behind her sunglasses.
"Hi Jenna! Those guys give you trouble on the way down?" I worried. There were a handful of guys trying to get her attention in the short walk from the resort exit to us.
She giggled softly. "Not really. I think I got proposed to in three different languages, though. Hey, can you do me a favor? I'm going to burn into a lobster unless I put on sunscreen. Would you, please?" she pleaded, holding out a squeeze bottle of SPF 50.
I sat up next to her as she twisted her brown hair into a bun on the top of her head. Taking a deep breath, I squirted some sunscreen onto my palm and rubbed my hands together.
There was a subtle, yet important difference between putting my hands on a woman to shape her, and putting my hands on a woman's body for any other reason. Rubbing sunscreen over Jenna's wide, muscular back was the sweetest torture, given how tactile I was.
I spread the cream over her skin, rubbing it in and getting more as needed. Jenna had a lot of skin to cover. I made sure to get under the fabric of her top, up her neck, and the backs of her thick arms. I even put some on the tops of her ears, making her giggle softly.
That was as much as I dared. "You good?" I checked, hoping she'd say that was all she needed and paradoxically hoping she'd say she wanted more.
"Can you do the rest?" she begged breathlessly. "Please?"
I squirted more sunscreen onto my hands, took a look at her rump, and nearly whimpered. Jenna had thick, muscular thighs, and a lot of muscle on her butt filled out with just enough padding to make the curve incredibly pleasing to the eye.
I bypassed all of that, starting on her big feet and working my way up. I felt a little stubble that she'd missed while shaving, and grasped the opportunity to distract myself.
"Jeff? Are you shaping me?" the giantess quietly worried.
"Yeah, a little. I'm removing your leg hair, if that's okay with you? You'll never have to shave your legs again after this. Unless you'd rather I didn't?"
Jenna was quiet for a moment. "Thank you," she finally decided. "Could you do my pits too, please?"
I blew out a relieved breath. I really should have asked her for permission first. My only defense was that something about the giant woman made my thoughts murky, ever since the kiss that I'd promised to pretend never happened yet couldn't forget.
I shaped away the hair follicles on the backs of her legs, then began the tortuous task of protecting her from the sun. When I got to the tops of her thighs, Jenna pulled her bottoms up into her butt-crack, baring as much of her cheeks as she was able.
That time I actually whimpered aloud.
Jenna didn't laugh at me. Instead she pleaded in a shaking voice, "Please, Jeff?"
I rubbed the lotion into her cheeks, cursing my traitorous dick as it painfully screamed at me that it was very unhappy being confined to my trunks.
Once I was very, very, doubly sure that I hadn't left any streaks of sunscreen on her glorious ass, I sat back and concentrated on breathing normally. "Okay. I think I got it all."
Jenna used a pair of fingers to reseat her bottoms, snapping them back into place, and then turned over onto her back.
As hard as my dick was, her nipples looked even harder as they strained against the fabric of her top. I worked hard at not staring, no matter how much they tried to draw my gaze.
She raised her arms over her head, her eyes inscrutable behind her sunglasses. "Do the rest of my hair, please? And... and if you want, lotion my front too?"
I shaped her armpits and the front of her legs all the way up to her bikini line, then squirted more sunscreen into my hands. Jenna sighed, but I couldn't tell if it was in relief or not.
I lotioned her bulging, muscular body from the tops of her feet all the way up, skipping her chest. There was a line I wasn't going to cross, and that's where it was.
I removed her sunglasses and set them into her hair, and tenderly rubbed the lotion into her face as she stared at me from inches away with a look that was almost uncomfortably intense. I had to keep reminding myself that she was a married woman.
"You're going to have to do your own chest," I whispered once I'd finished her face, trying for a wry grin to break the tension.
It didn't work. Those massive breasts heaved with her breath, and nearly quiet enough that I couldn't hear she said, "I wouldn't mind."
"Sorry, Jenna. As much as I would like that, I really shouldn't."
I handed her the bottle, and she looked at my face with such longing that it was almost heartbreaking. "You're probably right."
I sighed quietly as she set her sunglasses back over her eyes, then began to rub sunscreen into the bared portions of her breasts.
I was going to be kicking myself for the rest of the day for turning that down.
"Oh, Pool-boy?" Came a laughing, sing-song call, and I looked up to see Pixie, Bridgette, and Winter on beach towels each wagging their own bottles of sunblock at me.
I chuckled and got to my feet. "Alright, fine. But somebody needs to do me after. I burn too, you know."
There was a laughing argument over who got to rub sunscreen on my body. It lasted for less than a minute before Jenna called out, "I have the biggest hands. I'll do it."
Pixie grinned impishly at the look on my face. "That settles that, then. Thank Jenna for being so kind, Jeffery."
My voice cracked embarrassingly with my first attempt at speaking. "Right. Thanks, Jenna."
******
It turned out making myself twice as dense made swimming a lot more difficult. Not impossible, but I just didn't float like I did before. The women who I'd made denser struggled as well, but not to the extent that I was. For all the joking about huge tits being flotation devices, they really did help with buoyancy.
I tossed Kimberly up in the air, enjoying her shriek as she came back down to the ocean with a splash, and then headed out of the water and back to where we'd all camped out.
I caught sight of Bertie's friend Amy, near the others but not quite in the group, and absolutely no sign of the genius anywhere to be seen.
I frowned and made my way to Amy, the short and thin brunette giving me a wary look as I approached.
"Hello, Amy," I tried.
"Jeff," she greeted me stiffly.
I rubbed my neck. You don't get a second chance to make a first impression, and I'd royally fucked up the way I'd met Amy. "Where's Bertie?"
"In her room, making you an apology gift with her workshop-in-a-box."
"Oh for... Seriously?"
Amy gave me a look that told me I was being stupid. It was a look I was used to receiving from a lot of different women. "You know who she is. Do you think that she'd go anywhere without the tools to do her thing?"
I protested, "Not that! I can't believe she thinks she has to make me any kind of anything! Can I get her room number, please?"
The brunette gave me a suspicious look. "Why?"
I flailed my arms a bit. "Because I'm going to drag her down to the beach to have fun with everyone else. This is supposed to be a vacation for her too, you know. She told me she'd never had one before."
Amy's eyes softened. "Room 442. If you can manage to drag her out of her porta-lab, I'll be really impressed. No one else can do that."
I nodded and took a step away before turning back around. "Do you want me to introduce you around before I go? Seeing you here all by yourself, well... That bothers me. Kimberly and Bridgette are just over there?" I asked leadingly.
She slowly nodded. "Yeah... That'd be great. Bertie was trying to tell me you really are a nice guy, but I wasn't believing it. I guess I just met you at the worst time, didn't I?"
I nodded as she gathered her belongings. "There probably wasn't a worse time to meet somebody than in that exact moment," I admitted. "I really am sorry over that whole ordeal."
I led the woman over and into the cluster of my friends and family, grabbing my towel to dry myself off. "Okay, so this is Kimberly, and this is Bridgette, and that's Val and Fran. Ladies? This is Amy. Do me a favor and keep her company while I drag her friend out of her room."
I waited a moment as they began interacting, than pulled the white T-shirt over my head, tighter than the shirts I was used to. I'd learned my lesson when it came to asking Bridgette to pick me up any kind of clothing. She'd made sure that every shirt I had in my suitcase showcased my body.
Making sure I had my keycard and wallet, I tromped back to the resort, determined to get Gearbox out of her lab.
******
I knocked on the door to 442, a faint scent of soldering iron and burnt electronics noticeable just outside of the room.
I gave Autumn an aggrieved look, then I knocked again, louder. I wasn't allowed to go wandering off without my bodyguard, apparently. "Bertie, open this door!" I yelled, trying to channel Pixie's assertiveness.
The door was yanked open, and Bertie was looking at me from behind a pair of welding goggles, smears of blackened grit all over her face. "Jeff!" she cheered. "I'm glad you're here. Come on, I need some measurements."
Without waiting for a reply she tugged me into the room and left Autumn outside, then used some kind of laser scanner on my forearms.
"Bertie," I said softly, "what are you doing?"
She flipped the darkened lenses of her goggles up, her excited, manic eyes finally visible to me. "I'm making you a hard-light shield and wireless taser. You can put them on your forearms, and activate them with a specific wrist-twist, and then you'll have some offensive and defensive capabilities if you ever need them!"
I grasped her hands and kept her from turning back to her workstation; multiple surfaces extending from an open steamer trunk with a myriad of tools hanging from the insides. Most were unrecognizable, likely tools she'd made herself.
"No, Bertie. It's thoughtful, but you are supposed to be at the beach with everyone else. Get your swimsuit, because we're going to the ocean. Right now."
She tugged her hands from mine. "No. I'm not really Beach-Girl. It's okay."
I crossed my arms. "What's the problem, Bertie? We're all waiting for you."
She shrugged helplessly and fiddled with some device I couldn't make heads or tails of. "I've been heroing for like nine years now. My first vehicles weren't as armored as they should have been. Picked up a lot of scars."
I ran my hands through my hair in frustration. "For being the smartest woman in the world, I can't believe you didn't bring this up immediately. Bertie, what's my power? Scars take me literally seconds to erase."
She fidgeted. "Maybe I'm a little wary of letting you see me in swimwear, Jeff. My body isn't exactly the greatest, and I see the women you hang around with."
I rolled my eyes. "They look like the most beautiful women on earth because I made them into the most beautiful women on earth. Go. Get into your swimsuit, and I'll fix your scars, and if you want your body different then I'll do what I can. I mean it, Bertie. I'm not leaving until you're with me."
The supergenius looked at my face, gauged just how serious I was, and sighed loudly. "I didn't bring any swimsuits. Why would I?"
I blinked at her for a couple of moments. Then I turned and yanked the door back open, startling the beautiful Latina just outside of the room.
I stepped close, fishing my wallet from my pocket. "Hey, do me a favor. I need you to run down to the gift shop and get a swimsuit for Bertie. I have zero idea what size... Um, use your best judgment. Something with ties, probably."
Autumn's eyes narrowed. "I can't protect you if I'm not near you, Master," she said quietly.
I huffed. "I'll be in the room with one of the greatest superheroines on the planet. There aren't many safer places. I'll be okay, just do me this favor, please?"
Autumn stared at me for a moment, clearly not happy, but still snatched the credit card I was holding out to her and stalked away to the elevators.
I sighed and reentered Bertie's room, shutting the door and locking it. "Okay Bertie. Let's get you fixed up."
Her eyes narrowed. "I like you Jeff, but I'm not getting naked in front of you."
I nodded. "That's fair. Would you consider stripping down to bra and panties? They cover the same as a swimsuit. Unless you've got scarring that would be underneath that as well?"
She grimaced and looked away. "Yeah. There's some. I'm really not comfortable with this, Jeff. Not at all."
"Alright. Um, if it seems like I'm pressuring you, it's only because you're my friend and this is something I can do to make your life better. I'm the team healer, right? What are you going to do if I need to fix some grievous injury on you and it's under your clothes? I had to put a superheroine's breast back together the last time I was down here, and she wasn't embarrassed to talk to me afterward. I see naked people every day at work. It doesn't have to be a thing."
She audibly ground her teeth, then started angrily yanking her clothing off, showing a mismatched bra and panty set. Then she tore her bra off.
Bertie needed to eat more, was my first thought. The supergenius was painfully thin. She had scars all over her body, some big, some small, and one bisecting her smallish left breast.
Also, lots of body hair. She'd told me she didn't remember to eat or bathe most days, shaving her legs and pits was probably the last thing on her mind.
Gearbox glared at me from a foot away, clad in only a pair of faded purple panties. "Happy now? Grossed out yet?" she demanded.
I shook my head. "No, I'm not grossed out. You do need to eat more though, Bertie. Now, I'm going to fix your scars up. I can also do permanent hair removal if you'd like. Your call."
She searched my face, slowly relaxing out of her aggressive stance. "You... You're really not disgusted? At all?"
"Not even a little. You know what my power is like, Bertie. What I can do. I can make anyone into the most outwardly perfect person in the world, but inner beauty? I can't do anything about that. You've got a tremendous amount of inner beauty, and that's still what I see when I look at you, even now. I'd like to help make your outsides match your insides some, if you'll let me."
She bit her lip and slowly lowered her panties to her ankles before kicking them off. "That was a good speech, Jeff. I'm sorry I was so defensive. Please do all my body hair?"
I smiled down at her, then eased to my knees and began to work. I smoothed her skin from the bottom up, erasing scars and vanishing her body hair into her frame.
Bertie sighed as I erased her pubic hair, and I felt some wetness on my hand as I pulled away.
Things just became a lot more complicated.
I pretended to not notice and kept working my way up, smoothing her stomach over, then fixing the large scar on her breast. Then I moved behind her and started all over again, getting all the scars on her back side.
I finished by getting her arms, down to her hands where she had a large number of small burn scars, likely from inventing mishaps.
"There! See, that wasn't so bad now, was it?"
Bertie looked down at her blemish-free skin, running her hands down her stomach, then looked up at me with glistening eyes.
Then she jumped on me.
Her thin legs curled around my hips, her arms around my neck, and then one of the Big Three was trying to kiss the life out of me and nearly succeeding.
I grasped her ass with both hands, helping to support her, and kissed her back as hard as she was kissing me. I ignored the blackened grit she was rubbing from her face to mine. It was worth it.
Bertie moaned into my mouth and pulled her arms from my neck to dig into my swim trunks, searching for my cock.
I was still primed from both of the Jenna-sunblock incidents and Bertie, though incredibly thin, was still very attractive to me. It goes without saying that I had a thing for superheroines, most guys did. By the time she found my dick, I was nearly fully hard and thankful for the relief of her pulling it upright.
"Holy shit, Jeff. That's a giant dick... I, um, I don't think I can take that," she panted over my face.
"No one can," I admitted. "I have to shape women to be big enough to accept me."
She kissed me again, briefly. "Lay me on the bed, make it work. I want you so badly, Jeff. I really need this."
I set the genius down onto the bed, cupping her heavy lubricated pussy with my palm and shaping her to be just big enough to get me in.
Then there was a knock at the door.
I huffed and looked up into Bertie's disappointed eyes. "That'll be Autumn with your swimsuit."
"This isn't going to happen now, is it?"
"That depends on you. I'm still very willing, and Autumn will wait if I ask her to. The question is, did the interruption ruin the mood?"
Bertie's eyes flickered back and forth as she thought things over and came to a decision. "I really want to keep going here," she softly begged.
"Okay. One minute." Then I ducked down, kissed her clit and took a quick lick of her slit, savoring her taste. Also, making her lift her hips as she was unprepared for me to sample her.
"Fuck," she giggled, and I walked to the door, unlocking it and cracking it open, finding Autumn waiting impatiently.
"Hey. Um, so you know that thing Pixie wanted me to embrace?" I said quietly. "Kind of in the middle of that right now."
Autumn smirked and slid the swimsuit and my card through the cracked door. "I know. I can smell her pussy on your breath. Promise me you'll come down to the beach with her, and I won't worry about your safety. Also, I'm going to want to hear about all of this, later. Every moment."
I rolled my eyes. "Promise. Thanks, Autumn."
I shut the door, firmly relocking it, and turned back to the naked cape on the bed with her thighs spread lewdly wide and stroking her slit with a middle finger. "Someone asked you to embrace something? And it's this?" she wondered.
"Ah. You heard that?" I thought furiously, trying to word what Pixie had asked of me in a less offensive way. "Yeah. Um, I was asked to act on my feelings if a super came on to me."
Bertie stopped rubbing her leaking gash. "Huh. That's what's happening here. I've never experienced the power draw from this end of the thing before."
I was confused, unsurprisingly. "What?"
Bertie huffed. "I'll explain, but can you lick me while I do? I haven't had any sex since a couple of years into being Gearbox, I'm dying here."
I grinned, still a little confused but willing to roll with it. I tugged my shirt over my head, smiling uncontrollably at Bertie's exclamation over my bared chest, then dropped my trunks to the floor, causing her exclamations to become lower in pitch and much more raunchy. I laid myself down between her legs, and began tonguing her now permanently bald pussy.
Her fingers threaded through my hair, and she moaned and rolled her pelvis, smearing her pussy up my face. "Oh. Oh, that's even better than I'd imagined. God you're good at this. I'll bet with six girlfriends you get a lot of practice, right? Okay. The power draw. Right, I can multi-task!
"There's a theory about people with power being more sexually attractive than they should be. Oh! Right there! Keep doing that! Um... anyway, it has to do with evolution. Survival of the fittest and all that."
It was weird to be getting a powers lesson while munching the teacher's box. Weird, and really, really sexy. I kept listening raptly as I ate her out.
"So, the thing is, people's base sexual attraction is for traits in the other person who'll make strong, healthy babies and ensure their survival. Guys like big tits because big tits mean their kids will get fed better. Wide hips mean that they are less likely to lose the woman and kid to a difficult childbirth. Big clear eyes and smooth skin are indicators of health. None of this happens on a conscious level, you know? Guys don't jack off to big boobs thinking, 'Oh, you're gonna feed my babies so much milk!'
"Oh fuck, that's really good. Gimme just a second, Jeff. Fuck. Fuck! Gonna cum all over your face. Gonna cumMMmm. Suck my clit, Stud. Suck it!"
I sucked the genius's clit into my mouth and tried to keep it there as she bucked her hips furiously, scrubbing my face with her startlingly wet pussy. Her fingers in my hair clenched into a fist, and she used it like a handle to get me as tightly against her core as possible while she wetly orgasmed.
I stopped sucking on her clit and stuck my tongue up her tunnel, slurping up her leavings as she came down.
Her fingers relaxed, and she resumed threading them through my hair. "God that was good. Where was I? Oh. Right, so women are into guys with muscles and aggression because they are more likely to defend her and her kids from wolves or something. On a base level, women like guys with resources because then their kids won't starve or freeze during the winter. It's all a very cavewoman thing, deep in the subconscious.
"Powers are like all of that, but even more. Even the plain looking capes, like me for instance, are sexier than we should be. On that same subconscious level, a woman with powers is the ideal mate. If I didn't have power, I wouldn't get a second look from nearly anyone on the street. Instead, I have fan websites dedicated to my sexiness, when I never show any skin because of the scars I used to have. Crazy, right?
"But there are so few guys with power. Fewer still with power like yours. I mean, for a guy, your power is really strong and versatile. I thought it was just because you're so handsome and built that I can't stop thinking about you, but it has to be all of that with your power bolstering it, too. It makes so much sense now. Like I said, I've never experienced the draw from this end before. Usually it's the guy falling over himself because of me."
I finally pulled my mouth from her pussy, wiping her wetness away with the back of my hand. "I really don't think I've got some kind of 'power draw' or whatever. I just made myself stupidly sexy with my gift, that's all."
Bertie laughed at me, but not unkindly. She opened her arms and gestured me up the bed to get between her legs. "Jeff, you have six girlfriends. Six women who share you not only with each other, but evidently also with me and any other cape who makes a pass at you. I still want you to fuck me so badly I can almost taste it, despite knowing you're not even a little bit single and there's nothing long-term here. I'll bet you my entire fortune you have women throwing themselves at you every day."
I opened my mouth to protest that, but the truth was that she wasn't wrong. At least once a day some client tried to get me to sleep with her. I had thought it was always some kind of prelude to a lawsuit, but if Bertie was right and I had some kind of paranormal attractiveness... Well, that explained a lot.
I braced myself on my arms over the skinny woman, letting her explore my length and girth with her hands for a minute before she lined me up to her waiting orifice. I was far too heavy to rest my weight on her.
I slid in gently, getting maybe a quarter of my length inside of her hot, wet clenching tunnel before I felt a little resistance due to too much dry dick soaking up her available moisture. I eased out, and went back in a fraction further, working my length into her a little at a time.
"So, if we're supernaturally sexy," I tried, not really eloquent enough to properly express my concern, "then how do I stop it? I mean, I don't want to have some kind of sexy-field that's always on, controlling the women around me into wanting sex. That's just... it's just wrong."
I bottomed out, and Bertie began to thrust back up against me every time I hit bottom after that, rolling her hips up into me. She stroked the side of my face in a calming manner. "It's not a psychic coercion, Jeff. It's like having big muscles and money. Like that, but more so. A purely physical attraction on a subconscious level, nothing more. If someone isn't into you, you won't force them into wanting you anyway. Don't worry about that. Now, tell me this sex isn't amazing, I dare you. We both have the power draw working for us here."
Again, she wasn't wrong. I very much doubted the smartest woman on Earth was wrong all that often, about anything. "Would it bother you to kiss me after I've been eating you?"
Bertie smiled brilliantly up at me, moving her hand behind my head to pull me down to her. "I was hoping for some kissing," she confessed.
After that, with the gentle kissing and nearly frantic humping from the both of us, there was no more conversation. It was a good thing, because my brainpower dropped to a level that was only enough to continue fucking and kissing. I wouldn't have been able to string together a coherent sentence once Bertie began to suck the tongue I had in her mouth, not even under duress.
I finally pulled away, breathing heavily. "I'm close, Bertie. Really close."
Her eyes snapped open wide. "Pull out, Jeff. I'm not protected!"
I heaved backward, sliding the entire length of my cock from her grasping depths to slap the underside of it to her pussy lips. Two more strokes, and I blew my wad all over one of the greatest superheroines in the world. What's more, she actually enjoyed it, rubbing my semen into her skin like a pornstar.
Maybe there was something to this power draw thing.
I breathed heavily, coming down. "Please tell me you got off at least once more there," I begged. I would not be a selfish lover. Not with anyone, but especially not with Gearbox of all people.
Bertie grinned wickedly up at me and held up four fingers. "Yeah. Lots. That was the best, Jeff. Really. I want to do this again sometime. And again, and again, and again!"
I huffed, amused. "I'd like that. But first, let's get you back to factory specs." I reached down and cupped her well-used vagina, shaping her back to a normal size.
Bertie blinked up at me, shifting her legs and hips on the mattress some. "I'm... not sore anymore? Holy fuck, Jeff! You might be the greatest lover in existence!"
I bashfully smiled. "Thanks?"
She bit her lip and her gaze swept back and forth between my eyes. "Shower with me?"
I kissed her nose. "Of course. Besides, I can't leave your room unless you're with to protect me. Bodyguard's orders."
Bertie grinned as I finally got up from over her, taking her hand as I helped her from the bed. "I've got a couple small toys that I can keep on me in a swimsuit. Come on, wash my back."
The entire time I showered with Bertie, my mind raced. The supervillainesses on the flight to fight Hydra, Jenna's attraction, the hugs and touches I constantly got from women I'd just met... I finally had an explanation.
The other thing I realized that I just couldn't let go, was that I didn't use protection with any of the women I slept with. Shouldn't at least one of them have gotten pregnant by this point?
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I wandered down to the beach with Bertie, the superheroine clad in the two-piece swimwear that Autumn had picked out for her with a pair of thick solid-looking armbands around her thin biceps and a pair of similar looking anklets just above her sandaled feet. She'd assured me that between the four items disguised as jewelry, she had enough oomph to make anything short of a Destroyer reconsider their plans.
The spectacle we arrived at was something else. Val was trying to fly.
Martin Hernandez stood at the water's edge and cheered louder than anyone else, encouraging the beautiful angel to keep herself aloft. Fran, timid and shy Fran, stood very near to his father, shooting Carlos glances when she thought she could get away with it.
Bertie looked at Val as she lost coordination and fell ten feet into the ocean with a splash. "Your work, obviously?" she muttered sotto voice.
I nodded. "Yeah. Her idea to look like that, but I did the work, yes."
The genius looked around, and stared at Jenna as the big woman stood next to Pixie and cheered, laughing with everyone else. Jenna looked even larger next to the four-foot-two redhead, nearly twice as tall and over ten times as heavy as the tiny woman.
Bertie turned to look at me oddly. "Did you make yourself a Warmaiden clone?"
Oh God, that must look terrible. I hurried to try and explain. "No. She was a client before we hired her. When I met Jenna, she wasn't even three feet tall. Maybe thirty pounds, altogether. She was so little she had to use a scooter to get around. Genetic disorder, called... um, Disproportionate Small Stature. DSS, she called it. Basically extreme dwarfism.
"So she wanted to be bigger. As big as possible. You know about the square-cube law, right? An increase in size will cube the volume, but only square the surface area. For anything warm-blooded, eventually you get to a point where you can't expel all the body heat you generate. There just isn't enough surface area."
"Right," Bertie nodded. "There's a reason that all the Destroyers are cold-blooded and live in the ocean. They're simply too large to survive any other way."
I shrugged, accepting her factoid as truth. "Warmaiden is the biggest person that's well-known enough to use as a common reference point. I told her I could make her as big as Warmaiden, and Jenna jumped all over that. If it wouldn't break confidentiality with my clients, I could tell so many stories about people who had to live on one extreme of things, and came to see me to get made into the other extreme. For Jenna, it was her size and strength. She used to be tiny and weak, and now she's big, strong, and deliriously happy."
"That makes sense, I suppose," Gearbox grudgingly admitted. "You must realize how it looks to me though, right?"
I nodded. "It does look terrible, now that I think about it. But One; it was all her idea, and Two; she and I aren't sleeping with each other. There's no creepiness going on here."
We wandered close as Val swam herself to shore. "Almost had it that time," she grinned. "Oh, hi Jeff, who's your friend?"
I realized that few of my people actually saw Bertie or Amy at the airport, and the two of them were in the cockpit over the flight. "This is Bertie," I gestured, then spent a few minutes introducing her around. "What's the problem you're having, Val?"
She shrugged, "I don't know. I just get tired really fast."
"Bones," Bertie supplied, thinking it over even as she spoke. "Birds have hollow bones with air sacs inside of them. Makes them lighter and supplies extra oxygen to flap their wings."
Val turned to me with a pleading expression. "Can you do that for me, please?"
I thought for a moment. "That's going to leave you with excess body mass. Hey Bertie, wanna be curvier?"
The genius looked around at all of the curvy beauties huddled nearby, and slowly nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, I do."
After a quick brainstorming pow-wow, we'd gotten everyone to hold their beach towels up, creating a circular wall of privacy. Val slipped the neck strap of her open-backed one-piece over her head and shimmied the cloth down her body, apparently okay with Bertie seeing her naked.
I locked my phone after studying anatomy diagrams of a bird's bone structure and got to work, making Val lighter with exponentially greater lung capacity.
Then I moved that excess mass to Bertie, filling out the painfully skinny woman to what was considered the ideal proportions. 36-24-36, with about a C-cup.
It was a good thing her suit had ties, as she was able to loosen her swimsuit to fit around her curvier body.
Then we all stepped back as Val began to flap her wings once more, blowing sand around as she achieved lift and moved to hover over the ocean.
She turned around to face us, and the smile on her face said everything: It was working for her now. With a shout she took off, gaining speed and altitude, then began a series of loops, dives, and even a barrel-roll.
Pixie wandered next to me and took my hand, but no one could take their eyes from the flying woman.
"Pixie, I need to talk to you tonight," I muttered.
She squeezed my hand, and we still watched Val right up until she made a stumbling landing in front of Kimberly, who swept her up in a joyous hug.
Then kissed her right on the mouth.
I blinked at the sight, dumbfounded. I was used to not being able to read people, but I had no idea anything was going on there. At some point, it looked like, at least one of the women of the house had really welcomed Val into our midst.
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