Mrs. Richards wagged her finger at Benji as if she were scolding the sissy. But more playfully than actually.
It wasn’t hard to figure out the 'Thing' (pun-intended) in front of her was Ben. Despite the more feminine appearance his mannerisms and cadence was unmistakable.
What was more interesting was that it wasn't bothering Susan in the least that the former monstrous Ben Grimm was now this (relatively) dainty thing. One that had clearly hung on to Ben’s bad habits and his impressive member. Benji was much cuter than Ben, perhaps it would be nice if more of the ‘manly-boys’ were little boi-toy sissies.
Of course, Ben could be unique with that huge stone dick, and the sex-demon that Susan had become could not stop staring at it.
Mrs. Richards then realized she had a good idea.
“If you want a cookie, Ben.” she grinned devilishly and bent over the kitchen counter revealing her dripping womanhood, and looking back towards Benji.
Benji felt his massive boi-cok getting hard as he watched Susan.
The homemaker succubus’ fingers were now tipped with red manicured talons. She reached to her wet cunt and spread her folds invitingly.
“You have to ask nicely,” she said with a wink, as her forked tongue slipped out to lick her lips.
Benji didn’t have to be told twice…
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Crystal had just sat down on the toilet when she caught whiff of an odor, it almost smelled like rotting fish. Her hand went to her nose to try and block it out. Was there someone in here with her?
She hurried and did her business and stood up, pinching her nose with her free hand. She opened the stall and rushed to the sink to rinse her hands. A face appeared in the mirror behind her.
“Don’t like how I smell, deary?” Namorita the Sea-Hag said to Crystal as she quickly turned around. But no one was there. Crystal turned back around and looked at the mirror, where Namorita still was there, behind her in her reflection.
“Maybe we should make sure that no one likes yours,” Namorita raised her hand, and suddenly Crystal’s senses were overwhelmed with a noxious smell.
Crystal cried out, “Oh, god, what is that smell?” she tried to reach up to grab her nose again, but instead of making it better, it instead made it worse. She let go of her nose and it was slightly better.
Namorita stepped closer, her fingers going across Crystal’s neck. Physically there now, Crystal sniffed again and now smelled Namorita. But it was different… it was nice?
“What… what did you do to me?” she murmured pulling away.
Namorita cackled, “What, don’t you like it?” she grinned and gave Crystal a moment to stumble around the restroom. “I’ve just reversed your sense of smell. Things that you used to think were awful you’ll now find delightful and the things that once were pleasant are now worse. To top it all off, you’ll also find the lack of stench unbearable.”
“I… what…. mmmmm?” Crystal wasn’t sure how to react, but her nose had just caught scent of pleasant bathroom smells. Stale urine and unflushed toilet bowls.
Namorita cackled again, “I guess for you, my deary, shit really does smell like roses.”
“How… how can I live like this… it’s so clean out there?” her mind was changing each second she suffered from this strange new curse.
“Well, you have the ability to bend air molecules around you don’t you?” Namorita grinned, it wasn’t even taking much of a spell to corrupt this one.
“You’re right,” Crystal said, as she reached out with her powers, bending the air around her to grow noxious and sulfuric. She sniffed again. “So much better.”
Namorita grinned, this was going excellently. Namorita had earlier turned The Torch in to a smoking hot piece of sissy-ass. Now she was going to indulge her more unsanitary side here. Her sisters didn’t much minded disgusting things either, but it’d be fun to see if she could push even their limits by making someone worse than her, “Of course deary. You know…” she said leaning forward, Crystal no longer pulling away from her. “I can make it so you stink forever. Our very own stench demoness. A fiend of filth."
A smile crossed Crystal’s face, she had no idea why but that sounded like a delicious idea. “Yes, make me The Queen of Odor. Remove even the concept of hygiene from me…” Crystal found the more she thought about it the more wet she got. Her powers over air would stink up everything around her. Her powers fires would stink of sulfur like hell itself. Her water would be a foul bog, stale and stinky. And her earth would be a disgusting mud, thick with who knows what?
“Here it comes…” Namorita whispered as she prepared the spell to make herself a new Demoness, this one a stink elemental as well.
———
“Ohhh… ohhh…. ohhh… yes! yes! yes!” came the high pitched cries of the sissy who used to be known as the Human Torch. He felt his own tiny prick spurt cum deliciously his hand rushing down to catch it in his fingers. Which he then brought to his mouth and started licking while looking back at Reed.
The sight was the final straw for ‘Mr. Fantastic’ as Reed came hard in Jonni’s tight bubble butt, cementing his own corruption. Jonni’s words had taken hold in his mind, so pliable while he was ‘plying’ Jonni.
Reed’s had been as wonderful as Jonni hoped, his cock had done things and filled places that Jonni didn’t even know he had.
He was certainly spoiled for a bit, he needed to make sure Reed stayed just like this… his own personal sissy-fucker. There was still plenty of willfulness the former Johnny Storm. Despite his submissive demeanor.
Reed slipped from Jonni’s ass, collapsing on the ground and loosing some control of his elasticity causing his limbs to just slump to the ground. “That… that was amazing,”
Jonni felt his ass drip with cum from Reed’s load. It was just what he always wanted. He reached back for a little of it to also bring to his cute boi-mouth.
Reed admired the cute effeminate creature in front of him. Now he knew why he’d always cared more about science than sex… he’d never been truly satisfied before now.
“Jonni,” Reed said almost reverently. “Do you know any other sissies I could fuck?”
Jonni giggled, “Not yet, but let’s see if my 'Aunties' might be up for changing that.”
———
The two witches, Mistress Strange and a more ‘futakuchi’ Medusa watched the whole thing through the shiny surface that had been turned in to a scrying mirror by Stephena’s powers.
The crass ‘other’ mouth that now resided on the back of Medusa’s head licked it’s lips, “Man, I gotta find me some dick to suck.” it said and started laughing. Medusa rolled her eyes but their shared body clearly agreed.
———
Clint Barton, Hawkeye, approached the Avengers mansion like he would any other day. He’d had a rough time of it recently, as he often did in his personal life.
His apartment had been broken in to today and his TV broken. Well, he'd broken the TV, when he came home to someone trying to steal it. On accident... while stopping the thief.
Clint sighed, but that's why he came here. All he wanted to do was catch the game on the Avenger's big screen.
Clint wasn’t known for good decisions, and opening that door was about to be the worst one he’d ever made.