Franklin was really flattered that Stepdaddy had given him the opportunity to try to be a man despite having such a worthless father, but honestly Franklin thought that would be disrespectful to Mommy's future children. Dr. Santini's children should grow up knowing that they were clear superior because they came from superior stock, and having a half-sibling, spawn of Reed Richards, claiming to be a real man, would just confuse them.
Besides, if Franklin was learning how to be a vapid bimbo, he could share a lot of classes with Valeria. It would be fun for the two siblings to do homework together. They could learn how to do each other's hair and make-up, practice fluttering their lashes in the right way like real men. Maybe Stepdaddy would let Frankie and Valeri babysit Mommy's new kids once they were born. That could be fun.
Anyway, Franklin was sure that Stepdaddy would be impressed and proud of him if he dolled himself up like the ultimate sissy bimbo and then minced up to the former Reed Richards: "What do you think of me, Daddy? This is all your fault! If only you weren't such a pathetic worthless loser, maybe I'd be a real man!"
Franklin giggle as he filled out the form for the Female Curriculum. Yes, Stepdaddy would be so proud of him!
* * *
Of all the male members of the Fantastic Four, Mad Thinker had certainly disliked the Human Torch the least. After all, it was Reed Richards who constantly claimed he was smarter than the Thinker, humiliated the scientist at ever turn, and it was the Thing who would ruthlessly pummel the Mad Thinker into submission. The Torch -- not so much. Besides, he was the sibling to the Mad Thinker's lovely bimbo wife, which made the Mad Thinker think of him a little more affectionately.
Thus, when the Mad Thinker had given the Fantastic Four the make-overs that they all so richly deserved, he had gone a little more easily on "Jenny" Storm. Mina "Pebbles" Grimm had become the tiniest, weakest bimbo you could image, a ridiculous freak with a big sissy bulge, while Rita Richards was the most self-effacing wimp possible, always painfully aware of her own pathetic incompetence, never able to trust herself with a single choice, convinced she was the stupidest, silliest bitch around.
Jenny wasn't especially strong or smart compared to a real man, but she definetly was much more than her "friends," and took advantage of them to try and fill her bottomless need for sex. She was so grateful that her dear brother-in-law Master let her fuck these two -- why, Mina was basically a walking dildo, with a clit almost as big as her!
Jenny giggled as she squeezed Pebbles' turgid clitty inside her panties.
"Jenny, we're supposed to be cleaning," Mina whimpered.
"It's almost time for our lunch break," Jenny grinned. "Then I'll make sure the both of you have plenty to lap up!"
* * *
Charlize Summers giggled as she saw that Avalanche was the limo driver. Daddy had so many hunky, hunky men working for him. That was so kewl!
She took a coke from the limo bar and then snuggled up to Cain, who was also sitting there. He was the biggest, hunkiest of them all, and it felt so nice to press her petite body against his powerful muscles.
"Thanks again for picking me up, Cain. You're so great!"
She giggled again as she saw the big fat monster straining against Cain's pants.
* * *
"Uhhh, I'm a cunt! I'm a cunt! I'm a cunt! GLLUMPPHHH!"
Jean grinned as she pressed the shrieking Emma face up on the stage as several men from the audience circle jerked around her, covering Emma's face with cum as Jean's girlfriend loudly announced what she was. Jean knew Mr. Summers would be pleased by this.
"GMMMPH! I'm a cunt!" Emma proudly continued, keeping her mouth open for all the delicious cum.
Scott Summers smiled as he watched, his cock still buried down Betsy's throat. He did like how loyal Jean was to him, and appreciated how much she humiliated Emma. It was funny that the two were so passonately in love with him. But that meant that it was his responsbility to take the time to utterly humiliate both Emma and Jean ever so often, to remind them that no matter how much they were in love with him, he just considered them a pair of cunts and fucktoys. After all, a bitch shouldn't think she was more valued than she was. She always needed to remember her place.
* * *
Carol blinked in surprise as she came downstairs to find someone in a maid's outfit in the kitchen.
"Mr. Rogers has already left, Mrs, Carol," the maid said as she curtsied. "Can I get you anything?"