"Hello, ladies," Madame Malice said. The guests turned to look at her. "It's not quite time for the marriage yet, but I thought until then you might enjoy a little appetizer."
She clapped her hands and three nervous teenage boys came in: one Asian, one Black, and one very white. Each one was dressed like a Chippendale dancer with a bowtie, cuffs, boots, and tight leather shorts that proudly showed-off their huge cocks.
"Have fun!" Malice said. "And don't worry. These guys are up for anything at all!"
* * *
Ben whimpered. He couldn't bare to be like this. He couldn't bear to be so big and ugly and horrible.
He wanted to be little and cute and gentle and not have to worry about hurting anything or anything. He needed to be sweet, needed to be soft, needed to be delicate.
He found himself in front of the morphogenetic reconstructor and gently stroked it. Could this be it? Could this be what he needed to lose all his horrible rocks and be the person he wanted to be?
* * *
Dr. Doom couldn't believe this! He was above such petty lusts!
But somehow this woman had dragged him into a closet and now was sucking him off! She had stretched her mouth over his cock AND his balls, and was sucking on all of them at once while her tongue wrapped around his shaft and began pumping it back and forth.
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