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"We should deal with my beloved 'teammates' to stop them from interfering," Madame MacEvil sneered. "But I'm not without feeling. I'll make certain they're happy in their lives, and since now poor little Reed is on his own, we should find him a new mate. One who will give him what he deserves."
The former heroine threw back her head and cackled like the wickedest witch in the world. Moondragon purred and licked one of Madame's nipples. Her scheming wickedness was such a turn-on....
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Reed Richards was pacing back and forth, trying to figure out what to do. Sue divorcing him and marrying Moondragon! It was bizarre! Insane! It... made sense....
After all, wasn't it only a matter of time before she tired of Reed? He wasn't much of a lover, wasn't much of a man, just a stretchable wimp, a scientist... and not much of a scientist either. No wonder Dr. Doom, Mad Thinker, Wizard, and all the others despised him. Here Reed Richards was claiming to be this great genius when there were so many more brilliant... more virile, more masculine... figures out there. Reed had been so presumptuous, so foolish, to claim to be their equal.
He fanned himself as he thought of one of his mad scientist opponents in particular. The man had the entire package - genius, power, and such an aura of masculinity. It made Reed weak in the knees. Why had he tried to prove himself the better man! He should be worshiping the figure's genius, the figure's intensity, the figure's cock.
Reed began to rub his own penis, the one part of himself he couldn't stretch, and which obviously would be much smaller than that genius man-god's. He rubbed his penis and moaned in a falsetto as he envisioned being plundered, fucked, shown to be the sissy bimbo he was inside.
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Johnny was incredibly distracted as well. He needed to find something to do. Like maybe work on his latest car or go for a walk or... that picture wasn't straight!
He hurried over, straightened the picture, then noticed the shelf was covered in dust. Oh no!
He used a cloth but it wasn't good enough. He couldn't leave the mess there! Soon Johnny was humming to himself as he ran a feather duster along the shelves, his butt having a surprising amount of a sway.
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