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Cassandra’s movements were, despite her bulk, as fluid and graceful as ever, and she found herself able to virtually fly across the city. If she wanted to, she was sure she could leap tall buildings in a single bound, but she never even touched the ground, flinging herself through the air and across rooftops. Cass was also very careful not to break or bend any of the buildings and fixtures she leapt atop, only leaving minor structural damage where her immense strength could not be helped.
The insane muscles she had developed in Batwoman’s lab had subsided somewhat, leaving her with still absurd amounts of sinew on her frame, but small enough that she could at least move efficiently. Cass’ pecs did still jut forward a full foot, and she couldn’t remotely see beneath them, but she could at least maneuver her hulking form like an acrobat and twirl through the air. If anything, being completely naked and feeling the air prick at her exposed skin was a perverse thrill for Cass, as much as she felt ashamed by it. Whatever was turning her and all her allies into musclebound giants was also boosting their libidos, and it was hard for Cass to get the towering Beth Kane out of her thoughts.
Still, there was plenty more to be concerned about. As she leapt from building to building, Cassandra saw worrying sights: trees, dozens of them, having burst up out of the pavement of the streets below, bearing ominous, glowing pods. She remembered what Oracle had informed her about before going to meet up with Batwoman; the redhead had encountered a mysterious thief, likely one of the League of Assassins, absconding with such a pod, Batwoman giving chase, getting doused by whatever was in the pod, and, well… Cass knew the rest. She grimaced as she took in the shifting Gotham landscape. If there were more people being exposed to these chemicals, potentially growing bigger, then it could be catastrophic.
Redoubling her effort, Cassandra made a beeline for Oracle’s clock tower, hoping that the original Batgirl had some sort of plan…
—
Atop the Gotham Clock Tower, Cassandra came to a stop after effortlessly clambering up the side. She had to admit to herself that being super strong was a great boon, and she flexed one bicep, appreciating the bowling ball sized muscle bulging. But she had work to do, and taking huge, heavy footsteps forward, Cass approached where she knew one of the entrances to the innards of the clock tower was hidden, and, knowing that Oracle could already see her, spoke.
“Oracle, need help. Got…” She looked down at herself, seeing massive tracts of tan flesh all around her. “...big. Batwoman and-”
“Understood, Batgirl.” An unseen speaker emitted Oracle’s voice, though it sounded muffled and difficult to make out. “Come on in.” The hidden door slid open, revealing a shaft that Cassandra could tell she would only just barely be able to fit her mass through.
“...Concerned.” Cass was hesitant. “Others got big too. What if-”
“Trust me, we know.” Oracle replied. “We’re doing what we can, and so are you.” Cass only nodded, trying her best to relax her flexing body and she squeezed inside.
It, of course, took a lot longer than usual to navigate the passageway, her pecs, biceps, deltoids, calves and quads all colliding with the walls; but Cass did eventually make it into the central hub of Oracle’s home base. She emerged from the passage and felt thankful for the open space, approaching Barbara Gordon, the greatest information specialist on Earth and former Batgirl. Long orange hair framed her bespectacled face, draping over her bare shoulders, dressed in a dark tank top and sitting in her wheelchair. Most notably, though, was the re-breather mask that Barbara had in her face. Cass had a quizzical look on her face, and Barbara noticed immediately.
“It’s a precaution, Cassandra.” Barbara explained, her voice still slightly muffled. “Everything we’ve seen so far indicates that whatever is making people bigger seems to be airborne. Although…” she looked down at her own slim arm, and Cass could already see it- her biceps were slowly swelling, rising like bread as her body began its own transformation. “Dammit. I was hoping it would take longer if I filtered the air.”
“Why?” Cass asked, finding it hard to take her eyes off of Barbara’s toned arms. “What’s happening?”
“Well, Oracle has some theories,” Another voice called from the shadows- Cassandra had clocked there being two other people in the room with them, and the first revealed herself. Helena Bertinelli, in her black and purple Huntress suit and crossbows on her hips, walked forward, removing her own re-breather. “But, that’s about all they are. Theories. Hate these damn masks, by the way…”
Helena’s own changes were occurring; her skintight suit, covering all of her torso besides her midriff, was only getting tighter, as her exposed stomach went from trim and flat to well defined with deep abs. The rest of her was surely growing as well, the hooded cape stretched over her shoulder and mid-thigh high black boots stretching, but Cass (and, notably, Barbara) couldn’t take their eyes off her abs.
“Doesn’t seem to matter how little a woman comes into contact with the spores or whatever’s causing this, we just seem to start growing no matter what. Damn, I’m cut…” Huntress took a moment to admire her own emerging six pack, tracing her gloved fingers over them. They were already hard as stone, and she hadn’t even flexed yet.
“Her too?” Cass pointed up at the fourth woman in the room hiding in the rafters, one clad in almost entirely black, with gold owl decals on her torso and cowl. Having been pointed out, the woman silently dropped to the floor, and as if to answer Cass’s question, began to grow. It was hard to tell, but the woman was gaining definition underneath her costume, her back muscles especially developing and getting stronger.
“We’re pretty sure it’s everyone, Cassandra, even Strix.” Barbara explained. Cass looked over the former Talon of the Court of Owls; she’d heard of how they had kept electrum-enhanced soldiers frozen until they were ready to be used, and how Barbara had gone toe to toe with her before the redhead’s spinal implant failed and got her put back in the wheelchair. Strix was the only woman Cassandra had ever met that was more quiet than her, due to being mute, and her movements were hard to read, but Barbara trusted her, and that was enough.
“What about trees?” Cass asked, referring to the forest she had seen growing out of the streets outside. “A lot of trees.”
“It’s Ivy, of course.” Barbara removed her own re-breather, deeming it useless, and turned to her desk, a bank of computers displaying various shots of Gotham. Cass did her best to keep from watching the other woman’s arms swell and pay attention. “From what we can tell, her pheromones have been spreading throughout the city ever since her little museum heist. Camera feeds also tell us that Ivy, Harley and Catwoman had already grown bigger beforehand, though it doesn’t seem like it was on purpose.”
An image of the Gotham City Sirens breaking into the museum appeared on one screen. “Then, we see them even bigger than that only hours later.” A second image appeared, showing each of the Sirens as even more hulking and huge, Catwoman in particular, though Ivy’s breasts and Harley’s rear are more prominent. “And finally, they hole up here, in an abandoned warehouse.” A map of Gotham commercial district showed a blinking red dot.
“Now, we’d love to go and get some answers from the Jolly Green Giantess,” Huntress walked over. “But when she did her little chloropathy trick, Ivy also made a barricade.” Barbara tapped at her keyboard, and a live camera feed of the warehouse popped up- or rather, it was the warehouse covered in thick, impenetrable looking vines and redwoods, with no apparent entrances or exits.
“Sensors… mmf… can’t get any readings past that barricade.” Barbara tried to ignore how good it felt to grow, her torso getting dense with muscle, biceps the size of softballs. “It’s too thick.”
“Need to leave.” Cass interrupted. “Making too big.”
“It’s fine. All of this…” The redhead flexed one arm, appreciating how the muscles seemed to sing. “...should slow down once I’m no longer in proximity with other affected women. The transformations seem to build up exponentially over time, but proper ventilation stunts the growth.”
“Let’s get some fresh air.” Helena said, walking past Cass, her outfit creaking under the pressure her body was putting it under. She was already getting taller, and seemed to loom over the ripped yet smaller woman. She wanted to follow, but first…
“Um,” Cass blushed. “Clothes?”
—
The night was beginning to come to a close, Cass could tell; the sun brightening the sky even before it had peeked over the horizon. Huntress, Strix and herself were making their way over to the warehouse Ivy had taken over, taking to the rooftops again, as was Gotham crime fighter tradition. Cass had been able to fit herself into some clothing that could fit her oversized muscles, but only just barely- some of Barbara’s old Batgirl tights had to be torn up to the waist to be pulled over her massive quads and glutes, and a spare cape was able to be wrapped around her bulging pecs, enough fabric to cover up her more sensitive bits at the very least. Those, plus another cowl pulled over her face, made Cass feel much more comfortable with the other two women, who, of course, were growing.
Barbara had been right, in that the fresh air and lower concentration of pheromones had slowed their transformation and the two women were not nearly as bulked up as Cass was worried they would be. Still, as she held back her immense strength and let Huntress and Strix take the lead, she could tell that their bodies were changing, becoming more.
The silent former Talon’s shoulders were broader than a linebacker’s and her deltoids strained against her suit, while her lats were threatening to tear through the other side. This was all on top of her getting thicker all over, her arms and legs getting stronger and propelling her forward with less and less effort. Unspeaking and her face being covered by the inscrutable owl hood, Cass couldn’t tell if Strix was enjoying it the same way she and the Kane sisters had, but she had a feeling that she did.
Huntress was a different story. Helena almost seemed to relish how she was getting less lithe and more muscular, leaping higher, making acrobatic poses and bodybuilder poses midair. Due to her more revealing outfit, Cass was able to get peeks of her bulking thighs and brick-like abs, and she could practically hear the tighter parts of her outfit groaning, getting pushed to their limits already.
Cass got some small relief that she hadn’t seemed to be growing back to her overblown size when she had left Batwoman’s lab, though a part of her felt almost jealous that the other two got to keep growing when she didn’t. She knew, of course, that that was ridiculous, she was already enormous and had more mass than Huntress and Strix combined… but that didn’t stop her desire to get even larger. And below, the streets of Gotham were littered with trees, at least one on each block, each of them bearing fruits that would cause women to transform- a terrifying prospect, if only because of the chaos that could ensue if every woman in the city became a hulking muscle mountain.
The number of trees grew denser as the trio got closer to the warehouse district, until there was a veritable forest surrounding the massive dome encasing one of the warehouses. It was as impenetrable as it looked, and no matter how they approached it, there wasn’t any opening to be found. Eventually, Cass tried to pry some of the vines apart, but they were as strong as steel- maybe stronger, so much so that even her enormous muscles and even more enormous strength couldn’t budge them.
“Can’t get in.” The Batgirl said as she ascended back to the nearby rooftop where Huntress and Strix were waiting. Both of them were at least half a foot taller than when they had left the clock tower, and much more built.
“Go figure.” Helena replied, crossing her beefy arms. “We’ll just have to keep an eye on it then. No telling what’s going to happen once the city wakes up, but you can bet we’re going to have our hands full when it does. All these damn trees…”
Cass couldn’t help but look at Huntress. She more than towered over the Batgirl, an absolute Amazon, and it was impossible for her not to admire the black haired beauty. Just like with Beth Kane, Cass could not help but feel a carnal attraction to a woman so much bigger than her, tall, assertive, bulging muscles all over, her abs so big they were bowing outward, and below that… Cass’ eyes went wide, as she saw Helena’s groin, an all too suspicious bulge emerging.
Helena, of course, noticed Cass ogling her, and smirked- she didn’t see what the big deal was about growing bigger. So far, it made her feel great, being taller was a wonderful boon, and she felt like she could take on the world. If that was what every other woman was experiencing, why would they have a problem with it? Still, she was feeling somewhat pent up; horny, even. Helena didn’t even notice her softball sized bulge, just that her lust was building.
“Huntress…?” Cass spoke.
“Batgirl?” The tanned woman responded, feeling very much in control. Cass pointed at Helena’s crotch; curious, Helena leaned forward to see past her pecs and abs, the seams on her top snapping apart as she did. Once she laid eyes on the bulge she was sporting, her expression went from cocky to confused. Carefully, she brought one hand forward to touch it, and as soon as she did, she felt a surge of insane pleasure.
The sun at last rose, beams of light illuminating Huntress from behind as a full foot long cock exploded out of her suit, her muscles bulging with incredible release. Cass got flashbacks to Batwoman’s monstrous phallus, and while Helena’s was nowhere near as massive, it was clearly still expanding, with newly grown testicles dropping beneath and swelling with seed. The sunlight behind her made Helena look like an incredibly well hung angel, and Cass nearly came herself.
“D-damn…!” Huntress huffed. “Oracle mentioned something like this happened to Batwoman, but… ungh!” Precum began dripping out of her cock.
“Need…” Cass could feel her heavy breath passing through her mask.
“Need…!” Helena cried, desperate for a receptacle for her new organ. She was still growing, vast tracts of muscle rending her costume apart like so many heroes before her, getting stronger, better, bulkier. Her abs took up a huge amount of the growth, the window on her midriff getting pushed farther and farther open as her muscle gut emerged, her now two foot cock bumping into it.
Huntress and Batgirl locked eyes as best as they could through Cass’s cowl. They didn’t say a word as they rushed forward to embrace each other, Helena bending over to grasp the shorter woman and Cass practically jumping into her arms. Helena fell backwards, and gracefully maneuvered her penis underneath Cass so that the smaller woman was able to lower herself onto it, tearing through her shorts to receive the shaft into herself.
Both women moaned loudly as they fucked each other, Cass orgasming right away and growing bigger at the same time. Her muscles swelled, packing on more and more mass as she approached the size she was at when her orgy with Beth had reached its zenith. Her height remained the same, a mere five and a half feet as her body surged wider, more than six feet across from shoulder to shoulder, a pure meatball of feminine power. Meanwhile, Helena grew longer, taller and thicker all at once, reaching 8 feet from head to foot, with throbbing striations all along her formerly lithe form. Their sexual release was making them massive, and Cass’ concerns fell to the wayside for the time being, too interested in muscle sex to care about consequences.
To the side, silently watching, Strix could only observe, with one of her talons down at her own pussy, fingering herself as she watch a sea of brown flesh mash against another sea of brown flesh, the two tanned women melding together until you couldn’t tell which muscle was who’s, just that they were both naked, huge and sweating. Strix was, naturally, not immune to any of this and felt her own body explode out of her clothes, hunching over as her back was exposed to the morning air, so well devolved that every little muscle and vein gleamed in the sunlight. Her own dark brown skin, adorned with scars and darker than Cass or Helena, was stretched tight as the muscle beneath grew bigger and bigger, broad shoulders and traps dominating her frame, as her torso, arms and legs grew longer and thicker. She could not speak, but if she had been able to she would have encouraged the other two women to fuck even harder.
Their sex session would go on well into the morning, even as the rest of the city woke up to the distressing reality of the state of Gotham City. From the safety of the clock tower, Barbara saw the entire scene between Huntress, Batgirl and Strix play out, finding herself unable to look away as her friends screwed one another, the redhead’s own biceps bulging with and throbbing as she furiously masturbated, the feeling returning to her lower half…
—
As Batgirl, Huntress and Strix all returned to the clock tower, the latter two bigger than when they had left while Cass had deflated back to her default bulk, Oracle filled them in on what they had learned so far, with the three marveling at how Barbara was both standing out of her wheel chair and sporting biceps the size of bowling balls. To everyone’s surprise, Gotham was taking the overnight changes to the city very well. There were, of course, panicked news reports about how every freeway exit had been demolished or blocked by trees as thick as redwoods, and the typical loud complaints of those who live in big cities, but there was no rioting, and no more looting than normal. If anything, the vast majority of people seemed fine with what was going on, which was the most suspicious part.
Other women throughout Gotham were also growing bigger- but at a much slower rate, and with a much lower ceiling. There were no ten foot tall Amazons erupting in the streets, but nearly every woman in the city was getting stronger, well defined and just a bit taller. The Birds of Prey could only figure that it was the result of Ivy’s pheromones slowly filling the city and the open air stunting the growth factor, though even indoors, no one had gotten to the size of any of Gotham’s heroines. It was an unsolvable mystery, but at the very least, women seemed to be better off, strong enough to intimidate or outright prevent crimes from being committed at them. Almost no one wanted to piss off a woman that could beat the hell out of them.
After regrouping and letting the absurdity of their growths die down, Batwoman, Red Alice and Bluebird were all retrieved from the remains of Kate Kane’s penthouse and given time to adjust to their massive new forms. None of them needed much time, but they did need new outfits, as did Huntress and Batgirl, all of them going practically naked. The best they could do was make sure their faces, nipples and groins were covered, a tall task for Batwoman, whose cock remained the size of a person even at rest. Still, with a little ingenuity, every woman was given the equivalent of a bikini and a cowl, just enough to let them feel ‘modest’ while still showcasing their impossible, huge physiques.
All of Gotham’s masked protectors were enough to deter or stop any of the typical supervillains, at least. A few outliers struck out over the following days: The Riddler thought he could come up with enough tricks and puzzles related to muscle groups and gym equipment to distract from his thieving of various damaged museums, and was completely wrong, as Barbara solved every riddle instantly, and he was quickly apprehended by Cass, Beth and Helena. Clayface tried to imitate Batwoman to use her identity and break into a few banks, and tried to match her size, but he couldn't maintain such enormous girth and bulk for more than a few seconds before the real Kate confronted him, and convinced the former actor to give up in the face of a real gargantuan woman. Penguin attempted to start his own underground fight league starring some of the newly grown women fighters in Gotham, but when Harper and Strix broke in to shut it down, they found Oswald Cobblepot bemoaning how useless his fighters were as each the women were all making out, hard bodies pressed against one another in lover’s embraces. Crime was both at an all time low and even easier to stop than ever for the hyper buff women protecting Gotham.
Which, of course, left plenty of free time for more sapphic pursuits. In between hunting down rogue supervillains, Harper made sure to make time to worship Kate’s massive phallus, repeating her performance from her initial growing and grinding her massive pecs against the redhead’s cock; Kate, now in her right mind and free of the initial influences of the pheromones, reciprocated and allowed herself to be serviced by the smaller huge woman, ejaculating onto and into her multiple times a day, spooning with her after having mind breaking sex. Both Beth and Helena seemed to fixate on Cass, both of them feeling the irresistible desire to dominate the latter, who loved every second of it. Beth would playfully squeeze Cass between her huge, long thighs as Helena would fuck her from the other angle, both smothering and overwhelming the expert fighter until all three came on each other, a tremendous muscle threesome. All the while, Barbara would watch from her clock tower, both keeping an eye on the city and spying on her comrades, getting off on watching them have sex with each other, Barbara’s own muscles flexing and swelling as she masturbated- Strix would do much of the same, though while in the clock tower she would also admire and sometimes massage Barbara's bulging biceps, both women feeding off each other’s sexual voyeuristic energy.
It went on like that for days, patrolling the city, keeping the peace and making each other cum in their down time. They kept swelling with each sexual encounter, blowing up into oversized caricatures on themselves, before shrinking back down- but always to their muscular, grown forms, never to as small as they used to be. They would have been concerned about their irreversible transformations, if not for the ecstasy it brought them; not to mention the fact that Barbara had regained the ability to walk with no drawbacks. Their changes were only making them better…
—
Barbara was in the throes of ecstasy when the alarm went off in the clock tower.
“Mmm… Hold on, I need to check this.” The redhead said as she broke lip contact with Cass, whom she was holding in her gargantuan arms, and carefully placing the meaty woman down on the floor, Barbara at that point over seven feet tall. She too had outgrown the concept of clothing and was dressed essentially in undergarments, tight panties that rode up her well defined glutes and stretchy sports bra being pushed to its limit across her chest. She was built like a goddess, and her biceps, even unflexed, were the size of truck tires. Her long stride carried her to her computer setup, which she had to hunch over to use correctly, and with a delicate touch she tapped at the keys.
The information zoomed across the screen at a rate that normal humans couldn’t see, but Barbara’s senses had gotten sharper, as well as her already impressive mind, and she was able to scan and memorize the information in microseconds, the special sensors she had designed picking up abnormalities. She frowned.
“Hngh… E-everything good?” Helena asked and she finished fucking Strix in the corner, while Harper and Beth stopped making out on the other side of the room.
“Looks like we have another dense concentration of pheromones downtown.” Barbara replied as she removed her glasses, which had become superfluous as her eyesight became perfect days ago. Each of the bloated-with-muscle Amazons perked up.
“It’s not Ivy again, is it? We haven’t seen them all week.” Harper asked.
“Not likely, it’s coming from another part of the city entirely.”
“You don’t think it’s another one like us… do you?” Beth said with concern. None of the women they saw around Gotham were even half as big as the Birds of Prey were, but if anyone could grow to any of their sizes, and didn’t have as strong of a moral compass as they did, it could spell trouble.
“Even if it is,” Helena spoke up, getting ready to don her mask. “We can help them. Or take them down, either way. There’s six of us, once we get Batwoman.” The other, taller, thicker redhead had to stay outside the clock tower, for fear of demolishing the whole thing.
“Seven.” Cass corrected, as Barbara pulled on her old cowl.
“This is the first time we’ve seen a build up of pheromones this intense since this started one week ago.” Barbara wanted to cross her arms, but her tremendous biceps prevented it, so she placed her hand on her strong hips instead. “So we’re going in prepared, all of us.”
They were not at all prepared for what they would find.
—
Contacting Batwoman, the seven of them made their way to their target: the Gotham airport. There had been no incoming flights all week, nor had there been anyone wanting to leave Gotham, so every plane was grounded. The sensors had picked up reading of increased pheromones in one of the hangars, so that was where the improved, seemingly invincible Birds of Prey were headed.
Nervous that they would be putting too many tons of female beef onto one rooftop at a time, the seven women split up, their enormous silhouettes flinging across the sky until they reached the open airfields of the airport. With loud thuds and the cracking of asphalt, each woman leapt over to the hangar, some of them having to hold back for fear of overshooting the building. Each of them wore their masks and as much clothing as they could fit into, which was hardly any, but enough to keep Kate and Helena’s cocks stuffed away, while Harper had refused to wear a top, loving the feeling of air on her humongous pecs.
The team moved forward, treading as lightly as they could to keep the earth from trembling under their footsteps, the original redheaded Batgirl turning back to motion for the smaller Batgirl to go upwards. She nodded, and leapt like a ninja into the air, massive bunches of muscles launching her up the top of the hangar in a single bound. Barbara then motioned for Kate to wait, the tallest and bulkiest of them to stay behind as backup, and Kate silently agreed, positioning herself in front of the massive hangar door where planes would usually depart- the only doors she could conceivably fit through. The rest of the team was led around the side, to await the younger Batgirl’s signal.
Atop the hangar, Cassandra approached the nearest opening in the roof, peering inside to get a good look at what the situation was. There was, for one, several large vats of glowing green substance- Venom, possibly? There were swirls of purple liquid mixed in, though, giving it an even more sinister appearance. Besides that, there were many men and women attending the vats and doing maintenance around the hangar, the women noticeably bigger than the men, but all of them equally diligent in their work. All of that, though, was a side note to what was in the center of the hangar.
A massive, light skinned figure reclined on its side, with large women climbing atop it, doing some kind of maintenance. It took Cass a moment to understand that she was not looking at a statue, but a person- a woman, larger than any she had ever seen, big enough to even dwarf Batwoman. The ‘maintenance’ being performed was, in fact, women massaging the giant one’s muscles, which were proportionally huge and non-proportionally the size of trucks, truly gargantuan tracts of striated female beef all over- traps, pecs, biceps, quads, everything Cass could see was bulging and huge. The woman’s black hair fell along her body, settling into the deep crevices her muscles made along her body, and she was clearly relishing the worship of her muscles by the smaller women. Batgirl knew that she had to warn the others.
“Took you losers long enough!” A loud, echoing, familiar voice suddenly erupted forth from the woman below, deep and sultry, loud enough to penetrate the sealed walls of the hangar so that each woman outside could hear it. Kate and Helena’s cocks grew erect at the sound, while the other Birds of Prey felt an aching in their loins, the giantess’ voice alone enough to turn everyone on. Cassandra could see from her rooftop perch how the men and women inside the hangar writhed in ecstasy, falling off of the colossus in pleasure and collapsing on the floor. Chuckling, she glanced up at the ceiling and locked eyes with Cassandra with a smirk. The relatively puny woman’s white eyes of her cowl went wide as she recognized who it was.
“Punchline!” Cassandra shouted, as the rest of the team burst through the walls to confront the villainess. Alexis Kaye, the evil, sadistic woman, now 40 feet tall and built like a tank, began to laugh as she saw the Birds of Prey assembled. None of them could compare to her size, and everyone there knew it.
“Ha ha ha ha!” Punchline laughed, her voice causing half the people in the hangar to cum, Beth, Harper and Strix taking it the hardest and falling to their knees in pleasure. “Look at you all! You’re so horny, all I have to do is talk to get you off! What a bunch of freaks, ha ha ha!” Cass, Barbara and Helena fell next, the latter woman’s cock spurting thick ropes of semen out the tip. Only Kate managed to stay standing, though her cock had sprung forth from its confines and was painfully erect, eager to blow its load.
“You’re pretty tough, though.” Punchline leaned forward, getting closer to Kate; the smaller woman’s cock seemed to swell even more, surpassing its limits until it was bigger than ever. Kate’s knees felt weak and she could barely keep standing, so desperate to cum. It was as if Punchline was making it bigger on purpose just by being near her. “I’ll come back for you later. You’d make a pretty good sex toy!” Punchline began to laugh again as she stood up, while Kate finally ejaculated, her whole body going into spasms, muscles swelling and making her fall onto her back, cock still erect and shooting thick ropes or semen into the air.
Punchline laughed, the naked, impossibly sexy woman having easily defeated the team of heroes, and stood to her full height, her trap having successfully been sprung…