Madam Futa the Dominatrix Supervillainess
Chapter Three: The Busty Futa Supervillainess Makes a Shocking Entrance
by mypenname3000
© Copyright 2025
Story Codes: Hermaphrodites/Female, Hermaphrodite/Female, Incest, Oral Sex, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Interracial, Spanking, Domination/submission, Hot Wife, MILF, Body Modification, Supervillain
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The Probe
I watched the situation from above.
Madonna drove south to liberate Mistress Spark. She was a very dangerous futa before she was tamed. Fires burned through Olympia, pouring out of the Capitol Building. The transforming flames turned more of the population into women.
Docile and horny. Easy to control.
This would make the Observer happy. She had given me this plan. I followed the silver car as it worked south. Madonna was in there. I shivered, remembering the joy of her fucking me as a man. That had been such a new experience.
She could never be a man again, though.
I shuddered, following them unseen as they hurtled south. Madonna would restore the futas to their job: to reshape the region. They were tests. To see if humans were compatible. Other than the fact that some had resisted their urges and others were tamed by a human not chosen, the race had promise.
Excitement burned through me. I rubbed at my pussy with a tentacle, eager to see what would happen.
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Mrs. María Josef Ventura
“Visitors?” I asked the guard in amusement.
I moved away from my daughter and through the passion. My gender-swapped wife, her girlfriend, and the two gender-swapped guards were having their own wild fun. My cell door was closed. I had an entire holding cell to myself for my own amusements. The guards didn’t come near.
They knew I could change them. That I was only here voluntarily. An excitement swept through me as I reached the barred door and looked out to my right. The guards were in full riot gear with plastic shields to protect them.
They groaned and stepped back.
“Who?” I asked.
“Um, well, futa-superheroines,” said one guard. “Ms. HuCow, Futa Ice Bitch, and Miss Fucktoy.”
I didn’t know who the first two were, but Miss Fucktoy. She had helped tame me for Mr. Domme. A wave of heat washed through me. Was he here? I missed him so much. I licked my lips, my futa-dick throbbing.
“I’ll see them,” I cooed.
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Virginia Powers
I stood in the entrance to the Thurston County Jail. We had arrived about ten minutes ago and finally convinced the guards to let us in. With me was my girlfriend, Futa Ice Bitch, and my two sisters were here. Christie was standing by Mrs. Glass while Miss Fucktoy was bouncing up and down in excitement.
She was ready for the ambush to save Madonna and free her from the alien influence. That new compound I found in Madonna’s sample was worrying. The aliens had more technology. They could be anywhere.
That UFO that abducted Madonna might be over us right now.
No, I had to operate on the fact that we were being watched.
“She’ll see you,” a guard said in riot gear, staring at us. Lust sparkled in his eyes as he gazed at my huge boobs covered in white body paint. I had black accents to the leotard painted across my body. I floated an inch off the ground. “You have to go to her. We don’t move her. She’s…”
“Dangerous?” I asked.
“Likes to gender-swap the staff and fuck them,” he said, shivering.
“Mmm, yes, I bet she does,” I cooed.
My futa-girlfriend laughed. The guard flinched.
“They won’t turn you,” said Miss Fucktoy. “Probably. Though their super-powers do require them to steal male essence.”
“Would you like to nurse from me, guard?” I asked, cupping my tits. I squeezed them, milk dripping from my nipples. “Are you thirsty?”
The guard’s eyes widened. He reached for his sidearm.
“Stop teasing him,” Christie said and slapped me on the ass. “They’re not going to do that. We’re here for a real reason.”
“I could use a recharge,” I said. “You’d like being a woman.”
“My wife might not like it,” said the guard.
“You never know,” I cooed. I gave my tits a final squeeze. “Fine, fine, take us to Mistress Spark.”
“She’s so much fun,” Miss Fucktoy said. My little sister bounced in place, her strawberry-blonde pigtails dancing around her nude body. “Though I can fuck you, if you want. I don’t gender-swap men.”
“We don’t need men’s cum in you messing up things,” I said and smacked her on the ass with my mind.
She gasped and rubbed her butt.
The guard shook his head. “The world has changed so much. I hear Olympia is burning. That one from Tacoma escaped and is down there.”
“The world is changing,” I said, nodding.
He motioned us forward to a heavy, steel door. An alarm buzzed, and we were led inside. I floated after the guard, my futa-girlfriend striding at my side. I had met Mistress Spark, but I hadn’t interacted with her much. I just figured out some of the plans to stop her.
Now, I had to warn her about what was coming.
We moved down the hallway to a set of barred doors. The buzzer buzzed again. We were through to another hallway. There was something like a barricade ahead. The guards there milled around. I shuddered. The sight of all these men made me so horny.
My pussy burned so hot and nipples ached. They looked soooo thirsty. I shuddered, aching to breastfeed them. I drew in a deep breath. That was what I was supposed to do. What the aliens made me to do.
I glanced at Futa Ice Bitch. Frost played on her fingers. She could steal their body heat and gender-swapped them. I put my hand on her shoulder, squeezing it. She glanced at me and sighed. I knew what she felt. It was fun to gender-swap men.
Finally, we passed the barricade to a stretch of hallway leading to a holding cell. A barred wall with a door in it. Standing before it was the Hispanic Mistress Spark. She didn’t have her body paint on, but her futa-dick thrust out, dripping in pussy cream.
Several women were behind her, two Hispanic, one blonde, the other two White and writhing together in passion. She had mattresses on the floor. Her own little harem in jail. She smiled at us, licking her lips.
“I don’t know you two,” she said, glancing at me. “So many new futas after me.”
“I’m allied with Mrs. Futa,” I said. “And with Mr. Domme.”
“I bet,” she cooed. “Mmm, they defeated me with that little trollop’s help.”
“Hey!” Miss Fucktoy said. “But that’s not why we’re here. There’s a huge problem.”
“Which is?” she asked.
I took a deep breath. “Mrs. Futa has become evil now. She’s Madam Futa. And, well, Mr. Domme has been infected by the aliens and turned into a dominating supervillain, too. She’s coming here to release you and unleash you on the people again. She wants to turn all of us futas evil. We have to stop her.”
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Mrs. María Josef Ventura
I shivered at those words.
Lightning crackled between my fingers. The futas tensed, but not Miss Fucktoy. The slender cutie smiled. There were two other women with them, holding back. I didn’t know either of them. To be evil again.
To rampage.
The impulse burned in me, yet it wasn’t who I was. I had gone mad. Insane. It saddened me how selfish I was. I just wanted to hurt every man. To take out this terrible anger in me that I didn’t even know I possessed.
Now…
Now I had power, but that also meant I had to moderate what I did with it. I should be wild. I shouldn’t be out of control. I was in jail because I had caused damage. I deserved to be punished for what I did.
I touched the door and sent electricity into it. The door buzzed and came open. I stepped out and asked “Okay, what is the plan?”
“To pump me full of so much futa-cum that I can wash the corruption out of Madonna,” cooed Miss Fucktoy. She grinned at me and grabbed my futa-dick. Her pale hand fisted up and down me. “Mmm, doesn’t that sound fun?”
I smiled at her. “Yes, that does sound fun. Mmm, so that’s it. I just fuck you right now?”
“And get ready to fight Madam Futa when she shows up,” Futa Ice Bitch said. “We think she’ll be with Madonna. We neutralized Futa-Spirit, and Foxy Futaflame is creating a mess down in Olympia.”
Foxy Futaflame… She sounded hot.
I shivered, Miss Fucktoy still stroking up and down my futa-dick. I glanced at Ms. HuCow. She had brown hair and huge tits. Milk dripped from her boobs. That was interesting. Her white leotard with black accents was cute. The other one had purple hair, her boobs round and covered in light-blue body paint with white markings.
She also had cat ears made of ice sticking out of her hair.
“So I just have to fuck you?” I purred, tingles racing through me.
“Yep!” said Miss Fucktoy. She spun around, bent over, and thrust her cute tush out at me. Her pussy dripped between her thighs. She looked horny and ready to fuck. There was no denying her eagerness. “Just slam that big girl-cock into me.”
My futa-dick twitched, eager to do just that.
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Adela Powers
Mistress Spark nuzzled her girl-cock into my pussy. She thrust.
I squealed in delight as her tingling cock filled me up. I could feel her electric current. My pussy clamped down on her shaft as I trembled. My pigtails swayed around my face as I trembled here. I enjoyed having every inch of her futa-rod in me.
“Mmm, let me suck on your girl-cock, Ms. HuCow!” I moaned.
Ms. HuCow floated up to me and thrust her cock toward my mouth. I opened wide and swallowed her incestuous shaft. I loved having her futa-dick in my mouth. My cunt clenched on Mistress Spark’s tingling clit rod.
Mistress Spark drew back her girl-cock. I squealed around my big sister’s futa-dick. The salty flavor of her precum soaked my mouth. It was so good to have that thick shaft in my mouth as Mistress Spark pumped away at my cunt.
“Mmm, that’s nice,” cooed Mistress Spark. “Yes, yes, the pussy that helped to defeat me!”
I squeezed my cunt down on her thrusting girl-dick. She had been exposed to Daddy’s cum. I loved that night. It had been so hot. Now her futa-cock fucked me so hard. She churned up my pussy. The tingling stimulated me.
It was so good to have her fucking me. I loved every thrust of her futa-dick into my cunt. It was wild to have her pounding me like that. She buried into me over and over again. I whimpered, rushing on my sister’s cock.
“Ooh, that’s it!” Ms. HuCow moaned. “Keep sucking on me. Nurse hard!”
My tongue stroked around her spongy crown. I loved that big clit-rod fucking my cunt, too. She buried into me with all that she had. It was just so wonderful to have her pounding me. I loved every second of her churning me up.
My pussy melted around her thick shaft. The former futa-supervillainess thrust away at me. Mistress Spark gasped as she fucked me. My pussy gripped her wonderful girl-rod. I trembled, sucking on my futa-sister’s hard shaft.
“That’s so good!” moaned Mistress Spark.
“Fuck her hard!” Christie said.
“Yes, yes, just churn her up!” Mrs. Woods cheered.
“Mamá!” a girl moaned. That was Silvia, Mistress Spark’s gender-swapped daughter. She was watching, too.
I loved this so much. It was all amazing to have that thick shaft fucking into my cunt. I loved that big dick hammering my cunt. I enjoyed every last second of that wonderful clit-rod burying into my cunt as I suckled on my big sister’s futa-cock.
Mistress Spark hammered me. She fucked me so hard. My pussy clamped down on her. I already had a womb stuffed full of futa-cum and breast milk. I needed more. I suckled hard on my big sister’s clit-rod as that thick shaft pummeled me.
“Yes!” Mistress Spark groaned. “Oh, oh, that’s so good!
“Use the little fucktoy!” Nikki cheered. “Just pound her so hard, Mistress Spark! You’re so sexy!”
She was sexy. This hot, Hispanic MILF fucking me with her big girl-dick.
I trembled, my orgasm building and building with every thrust. That thick shaft plowed into me. I suckled hard on my futa-sister’s clit-rod. My tongue danced around her girl-cock. Drool ran down my chin. I nursed on her.
I rose toward my orgasm. I would have a huge explosion. I clamped my snatch down on that thick shaft. Mistress Spark’s electricity sparked off her cock. I squealed as the current grew in my cunt, stimulating me.
I couldn’t hold off.
I whimpered, so near to bursting.
“Yes, yes, yes!” gasped my big futa-sister. “Oh, that’s so good. Miss Fucktoy!”
The salty flavor of her precum swelled. I suckled hard on her as Mistress Spark buried to the hilt in my cunt. The current surged through me. My eyes rolled back to my head as my orgasm burst through my body.
My cunt writhed around Mistress Sparks’s futa-cock.
“¡Mierda!” she gasped and buried into me. “¡Puta!”
She erupted.
Her hot cum spurted into my hungry pussy. My cunt writhed around her, collecting her girl-spunk. Rapture crackled through my body. Electric ecstasy shot through me and arched through my mid. I squealed, sucking hard on Ms. HuCow’s big dick.
“Oh, oh, Miss Fucktoy!” she moaned.
She erupted.
Incestuous futa-cum spurted into my mouth. I loved the salty delight. I suckled down all that spunk. It was so good to have that jizz erupting into my mouth. I gulped it all down as my pussy milked Mistress Sparks’s dick.
Electricity shot through me. Ecstatic current raced through my body. Stars flashed across my vision. I groaned, my cunt rippling around Mistress Sparks’s thick futa-cock. I gulped down my sister’s taboo girl-cum.
It was all so incredible.
“¡Si! ¡Si!” whimpered Mistress Spark as she dumped her load into my spasming snatch.
“What a naughty little sister!” Ms. HuCow groaned as she flooded my mouth with her delicious spunk.
I gulped it all down. My cunt milked Mistress Spark dry. She fired a last spurt into my cunt. Ms. HuCow whimpered and dumped all her salty futa-jizz into my mouth. I love that. My pussy rippled around the futa-supervillainess’s dick a few more times.
“Oh, wow,” my big sister groaned. “We are going to save everyone from the aliens! We are going to stop them!”
“Aliens?” Mistress Spark asked.
I popped my lips off my big sister’s clit-rod and slid my cunt off Mistress Spark’s futa-cock. I spun around and pointed up. “A UFO abducted Madonna earlier today and did something to her. She hasn’t become my daddy. She’s turned three of the superheroines evil, including Mrs. Futa, who never was evil. We have to stop her so we can stop them! It’s an invasion.”
“¡Madre de Dios!” she gasped, shock on her face.
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Mrs. Angela Powers
My gender-swapped wife straddled me. Madonna…
My Mistress.
“Who owns this cock?” Madonna purred, her black hair spilling around her face.
“You do,” I groaned, my girl-dick throbbing. I wanted her pussy, and yet… I also wanted Madonna to become Adam and fuck me so hard with his huge dick. To have his manly cum shooting into me. “You own my fucking cock!”
She smiled and plunged her cunt down my dick.
I gasped at the warmth of her snatch. She felt amazing. I trembled as she gripped my rod with her hot twat. Her boobs jiggled before my face. They were such perfect breasts. I loved and worshiped Madonna. I served her fully.
“You own my big, throbbing futa-dick and my tits and my cunt and my superpowers, Madonna!” I squealed.
“That’s right,” she purred and rose up my cock.
“This is wild,” purred Laquita as she drove us down I-5 for the jail. I could not wait to get there.
“So wild,” Futa-Spirit groaned from the passenger seat.
She let us know that our daughters were up to something. Virginia, Christie, and Adela were plotting something. They would have to be dominated by Madonna. I would have to help them. Overpower them.
That thought burned through me as my gender-swapped wife slid her tight pussy up my cock. She gripped me with her hot flesh. It felt incredible to have her climbing and climbing up my clit-rod. She reached the peak.
Madonna plunged down on me.
I gasped in delight at the warmth of her cunt engulfing my dick. She squeezed her twat down around me. Then she worked back up my snatch. It was so great to feel that wonderful cunt of hers massaging my clit-rod.
My hands gripped her butt-cheeks. Her boobs bounced before my face as she rode me with passion. The heat melted down my clit-rod and soaked into my pussy. The heat melted through my cunt and gripped my ovaries.
“Oh, yes!” I moaned, my futa-dick aching. My ovaries brimmed with my futa-cum. “Yes, yes, use my girl-dick, Madonna!”
“Yes!” she groaned, her eyes shining with her power over me. I submitted to her even though I was stronger and faster.
She was my wife. She dominated me with her cunt. Her cock.
I missed her dick.
Her hot pussy gripped my futa-cock. She massaged me with that hot flesh. She worked up and down me, sliding that wonderful twat up and down me in the backseat of the Nissan Altima. We raced down I-5.
I gripped my wife’s rump. I kneaded her plump butt-cheeks as she brought me closer and closer to cumming. I wanted to fill her up with my spunk. Just dump my load into her twat. She squeezed her cunt down on my dick.
“That’s it!” I whimpered. “You’re going to make me cum so hard!”
“I know!” she purred, her eyes shining bright. “Flood me with your cum!”
She worked that hot cunt up and down my dick. It was incredible to have her massaging me with that hot flesh. I rose toward that moment when I would dump my load into her snatch. I would flood her with all that I had.
She squeezed her hot flesh around my cock. Her boobs bounced and heaved. I rushed toward that moment when I would cum. The pressure swelled at the tip of my dick. That awesome need to erupt built and built.
“Madonna!” I whimpered, her pussy slamming down me.
“Yes!” she howled, her head whipping back.
Her cunt rippled around my dick. It was so awesome to feel her twat spasming around my rod. I shuddered, enjoying that wonderful moment. I whimpered, my eyes rolling back in my head at the warmth of her twat.
“Cum in me!” she commanded.
“Fuck, yes!” I squealed and erupted.
I dumped my cum into her pussy. Spurt after spurt of my jizz flooded her spasming snatch. I trembled on the backseat, loving that heat surging through me. It was incredible to have all that pleasure shooting through me.
“Oh, that’s it!” I gasped, filling her cunt with my spunk. “Take it!”
She took it.
I pumped more and more of her spunk into her twat. I loved dumping my load into her. She rippled around me, nursing at me with all that hot flesh. It was an incredible rush to fill her up with my spunk. The ecstasy shot through me.
Stars flashed across my vision.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I moaned, filling my wife’s snatch with my cum.
“Shit, Angela!” my wife gasped, her pussy writhing around my spurting futa-dick.
I buried my face between her breasts, dumping more and more blasts of my cum into her pussy. I filled her to the brim with my spunk. I shivered through my rapture as she milked my dick. This was such a wild moment.
I erupted one more time into her cunt. I filled her up with my jizz. I panted, savoring this moment. I rubbed my face between her tits. The car yanked over hard to the right. The engine roared. We were flying south down I-5.
“Damn,” my wife groaned and rose off me. Her pussy popped off my cock. I loved that sensation. My dick waved back and forth. My black-and-red painted tits jiggled. “That was good. How far are we?”
“One more exit,” Laquita said. “News is reporting that Olympia is burning. My futa-sister is obeying you.”
“Of course she is,” Madonna said. She leaned back into the car. “When we get there, Futa-Spirit, you scout it out. Figure out where Mistress Spark is.”
“Right!” the redhead in the front seat said. “Ooh, a prison break. This is so evil. I love it!”
I nodded. It was so freeing being evil. Being a supervillainess. I leaned my head over onto my wife’s shoulder, savoring the rapture of my orgasm. I was just happy serving her. I could not wait for the fun to begin.
I would get to fight Mistress Spark again. She could fly and zap me with lightning. I wanted to bend her over and spank her ass. And maybe Ms. HuCow would be there to interfere. I hadn’t faced my daughter.
She would be easy to tame. She would succumb.
It would be perfect. We’d all serve Madonna.
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Hannah Glass
The Thurston County Jail appeared, an ugly building of concrete. The gates were closed. I sped up time as we reached it. The car appeared to stop. I threw open the door and hopped out. The gate was a problem.
It even had barbed wire over it.
I frowned. Did I go to early? No, no, I could do this. I just needed to find a ladder. I jogged down the road. I bet there was a hardware store around here. I went off in search of one. For me, it felt like an hour.
For the rest of the world, no time had passed.
I finally found a store that had a ladder tall enough. A big, metal one that painters used. Not the sort that formed an A stand, but the long ones that could get up to a second-story roof or over a security fence with razor wire across the top.
I wasn’t invulnerable like Madam Futa.
I rushed back. It didn’t take nearly as much time. I had no problem carrying the ladder. I didn’t have super-strength except when I was carrying things after slowing down time. I wasn’t sure it worked that way.
I passed the car, the door was still open. I kicked it closed.
After a few moments of fumbling, I figured out how to extend the ladder. I let it crash into the fence and scrambled over. I reached the top and jumped down. I landed lightly and smiled. I had just broken into a jail.
Skipping, I headed toward the brick building and a door that looked inviting enough for this sort of place. I opened it and found a lobby with a security door and a little booth with security glass. The sort that had the chicken wire sandwiched between the panes and a little metal speaker to talk to the person on the other side. They were frozen at a computer desk.
I frowned at that. Besides some cheap chairs, there was just the security door. Did I just go and get a ladder for nothing?
Now I felt really foolish. Of course, there would be security. Now what? How did these doors open? There were keys. Big ones. Okay, could I steal a pair from… who? I poked around the lobby. I went into a bathroom. Nothing.
There had to be guards with keys somewhere. I headed outside and started moving around the building. There were large fences like outside that separated the yards. This also led to a parking lot and guards smoking. I grinned at that. They were enjoying a cigarette. One of them had just puffed, the coal at the tip red hot.
“Nice!” I squealed and darted over to him.
I snagged the keys off his belt. There were a few heavy keys. I zapped both him and the other guy, gender-swapping them. I headed for the door and shoved the key in. Twisted it. The lock clicked. I opened the door and let go. It was probably designed to close behind me, but I didn’t care right now.
I skipped through the hallway. I was passing the locker rooms. I peeked in. They were empty.
I came across a break room. I found a guard eating jelly donuts. Ooh, delicious. I snagged one and bit in. Raspberry. Delicious. I zapped him, too, before heading out, devouring the jelly donut. I licked my fingers clean as I came to another secure door.
My key got me through. This room had lockers on the walls for guns and a sign that no firearms were permitted beyond this point. How neat. I was thrilled by all of this. It was just so neat how things were working out here.
I hummed and skipped through the place to the barred doors. I opened this one and found a barricade of guards. They were nervous about something. I zapped the three of them, all in riot gear with shields, and moved around to find…
“Well, well, well,” I said, putting my hands on my hips. “My naughty girlfriend! Ooh! I should take you again.”
She was there with Ms. HuCow, Futa Ice Bitch, Mistress Spark, before her cell, Christie, and my mom. A few more women were in the cell, two of them Hispanic. I recognized Silvia. She helped us stop Mistress Spark.
Now we had to set her free.
I retreated to report on the situation. I closed the barred gate and the locked doors. I returned the keys to the guard. He was still a man, but the moment time sped up, he’d be a hottie. I headed out and realized I was trapped on the other side of the gate.
However, the door to the gatehouse was open on this end.
So I slipped inside and shocked the guard harder. Not just to steal his manhood, which I did, but to stun him. I let time speed up. He gasped and fell down to the ground, spasming there. I smiled as his face flowed. I moved up to the gate controls and saw a big, red button.
I smacked it.
BZZZZZTTTT!
After the loud buzzer, the gate rattled open. I hopped out of the gatehouse as the Nisan pulled into the prison itself. Already, Madam Futa was climbing out of the backseat. In the distance, I heard men gasping as they became women.
“I know exactly where they’re at,” I cooed to the sexy futa-supervillainess. Her red and black leotard gave the blonde MILF this feisty look. She grinned wickedly as I gave her instructions and told her what the situation was.
“They’re all in one place,” Mrs. Domme said as she climbed out. “Perfect.”
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Mrs. María Josef Ventura
Aliens?
I was mulling over that and what it meant while Ms. HuCow explained it to me. Suddenly, men gasped. I glanced down the hallway—everyone did—to see the barricade and the guards there stumbling. One dropped his riot shield and ripped off his helmet.
His face flowed into a woman’s. His hair grew wrong.
“Er, who did that?” asked Futa Ice Bitch.
“I have to breastfeed men,” said Ms. HuCow.
“Zap them with lightning,” I said, my brow furrowed.
“Hannah!” gasped Miss Fucktoy. “Futa-Spirit. She’s been here. That means—”
A loud crash echoed through the jail. Another boom of masonry was being destroyed. Alarms echoed through the jail. Strobe lights flashed. The guards changing into women down the hallway stumbled against each other, their gear not fitting right.
“Madam Futa,” whispered Futa Ice Bitch. She swallowed.
Lightning crackled through my body. My yellow and blue leotard swept over my body, the domino mask painted on my face. I was in my heeled boots now, lifting into the air. I could fly. The electricity arced between my fingers.
Madam Futa exploded through the cinder block wall in a burst of dust. A piece of rebar flew at me. My lightning struck the metal and flung it to the side. An ice wall sprang up, covering the others from the spray of debris.
I stared at Madam Futa. It was Mrs. Futa, but she didn’t have her red and blue body paint. She had black and crimson. Dark and fierce. The dust spilled around her as she grinned. This wild gleam rose in her eyes.
They flashed red.
A beam of heat flashed at me.
I gasped and shot lightning at the beam. The heat burst in front of me. The thunderclap through me spinning through the air. I hurtled back toward the wall. I caught myself using electrostatic forces to repulse me from the wall.
The ice wall dropped, and shards of crystal fired at Madam Futa. The heat beam melted them into Steam. Ms. HuCow gripped her tits, looking about to squeeze them, when she just vanished. She was there one moment, gone the next.
“Hannah!” Miss Fucktoy said and scrambled across the floor.
“Mmm, don’t get too far, naughty girl,” Madam Futa cooed as she let Hannah scurry passed her. “You need a spanking!”
“Yes, Mommy!” Miss Fucktoy said and was gone.
Ice exploded from Futa Ice Bitch in all directions. Suddenly, they wrapped around a figure. An invisible presence was there. Futa-Ghost. It was two on two then. Ms. HuCow must have been carried off by the speedster.
I grinned at Madam Futa and fired my lightning at her.
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Virginia Powers
I blinked. I was bent over…
A lap.
“What?” I gasped.
“Virginia, you’ve been a naughty girl,” purred Madonna.
“Wait, what?” I squirmed on her lap. “Ooh, Futa-Spirit!”
CRACK!
Madonna’s hand cracked down on my rump, and it felt amazing. I groaned in delight, savoring the warmth burning across my rump. I squirmed there, my heart pounding in my chest. My toes curled as the heat melted into my pussy. My futa-dick throbbed against her thigh.
“Madonna!” I moaned.
“Mmm,” my gender-swapped mother cooed. “You’ve been a bad, bad futa, haven’t you?”
CRACK!
I bucked again, loving being spanked by her. This incestuous rush swept through me to submit to my gender-swapped mommy. My heart thundered in my chest as that delicate hand rubbed with such authority across my rump.
My ass burned. I knew she would spank me so hard. Just slap that hand down on me and make me howl and buck. I squirmed there. I had the power to fight back. I had my telekinesis. So… Why wasn’t I resisting her?
I wanted her to spank me.
CRACK!
“Such a naughty girl!” she cooed, her voice a melodic drone.
“Yes, Madonna,” I whimpered, my ass burning.
“You are supposed to be flooding the streets with your breast milk,” cooed Madonna. “Satiating everyone’s thirsts.”
CRACK!
Flood the streets? Could I produce that much breast milk?
I shivered as I felt like I could. That I had the ability to actually drown everything in my breast milk. That swept through me. This powerful heat made my cunt clench and futa-dick throb. I whimpered as the urge seized me.
But… but…
“That’s what he alien wants,” I moaned.
“Alien?” Madonna cooed. “What alien?”
“The one who abducted you,” I moaned. “Who changed you! Why aren’t you a man right now? Why aren’t you my daddy and spanking me?”
CRACK!
“BECAUSE I AM YOUR MOTHER!”
Her voice echoed through the car. My ass blazed so hard as the power of her desire pushed down on me. In the distance, I heard stone shattering and lightning crackling. The fight was on, but I was here I the backseat of a car.
I couldn’t do anything but listen to what was going on. I could do nothing but squirm here, my ass burning from the spanks. I panted as she drew back her hand again. She was in charge here. I should just obey her. Just submit to her.
CRACK!
“Don’t you want to be a good girl for me?” she cooed now, her hand stroking across my burning rump.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I whimpered. “I do, Madonna!”
“Yes, your pussy is so wet,” she purred, her fingers sliding down to rub at my cuntlips. “You want to be fingered. You want to breastfeed everyone while I finger you. Just squeeze those tits and let a flood of your dairy delight wash over the world.”
Her fingers thrust into my cunt.
“Yes, yes, I want that!” I moaned, struggling to fight these impulses. They were the ones that I had avoided so far. The truth of how far my powers could go. “But… but…”
“Shhhh,” she purred, her fingers pumping in and out of my cunt. The pleasure melted through my nethers. “Don’t speak. Just enjoy. You’re a good girl, right?”
“Yes, Madonna,” I whimpered.
“You’re going to be a good futa-HuCow and spread your milk as far as you can?”
“I… I…” I fought against her words. Her fingers thrust deep into my cunt. Three of them. They stretched me out and sent all this pleasure washing through me. My eyes rolled back in my head as this heat built and built in me. “Madonna.”
“That’s not the answer to my question.” Her other hand squeezed my burning butt-cheek. The pain flared for a moment. “You know what I want to hear.”
“I know, but…” I squirmed, my pussy gripping those fingers. They felt so good in me. The pleasure throbbed at the tip of my dick. I would have a huge climax. “It’s just…”
“Shhh,” she cooed. “Don’t think. Just submit.”
I wanted to submit so badly to Madonna. Her fingers were driving me wild. My futa-dick throbbed against her belly. I whimpered, my cunt clamping down on her wonderful digits. I moaned, my back arching as Madonna churned me up.
“Flood the world,” she cooed.
“I… I…”
CRACK!
I squealed at the heat bursting across my rump. It was so incredible. My back arched, my futa-dick so close to erupting from what Madonna was doing to me. I whimpered, my eyes rolling back in my head. My pussy clamped down on her digits.
CRACK!
“Are you going to be a good girl?” purred Madonna, her naughty fingers driving me wild.
“I… I…” I wanted to say yes. I wanted to just surrender to this pleasure. I was so close. I could feel myself rushing toward that moment. My heart pounded in my chest. “This is… I…”
“You’re going to cum like a good girl!” she purred, her fingers jamming into my cunt.
CRACK!
“Yes!” I howled.
I came.
My futa-cum exploded out of me. I bucked on her lap, my girl-jizz splashing across her thigh and splattering my huge tits. Rapture swept through me. This wild heat that drowned my mind. My cunt rippled around Madonna’s digits. I suckled at her as the ecstasy washed through my mind.
Stars flashed across my vision. I wanted to drown the world in breast milk. Everyone would drink and drink. They would all love me. I would float over them, emptying my udders and my ovaries. I would soak the world.
My cock-milk and breast milk would cover the earth.
“Madonna!” I squealed, my cunt writhing around her fingers.
I bucked on her lap through my orgasm. My mind melted beneath the wonderful delight. I craved more. I just wanted all that pleasure to sweep through me. It would be an incredible moment. My heart pounded in my chest as my mind melted from the bliss.
It was such a wonderful moment.
I quivered through it all, my cunt spasming around her big futa-dick. I squirmed there, the pleasure washing through my body. I smiled from ear to ear as I erupted again and again. I panted as I hit that wonderful peak.
“Madonna!” I whimpered.
“Mmm, you’re ready, aren’t you?” she cooed. “Lady HuCow, you’re ready to spread the world with breast milk.”
“I am!” I gasped and trembled. I lifted myself into the air and floated out of the car. I seized Madonna and pulled her with me. “I have to start with you.”
The power flickered. The fight was intensifying inside. I didn’t care about it, though. I just had to pleasure of Madonna. My gender-swapped mother needed to be breastfed and fucked. We floated into the air. I turned her and pulled her to me.
She nodded, her eyes spangling with such lust. My girl-cock throbbed and ached. Her legs went around my waist. My big boobs swayed. She licked her lips, ready to suckle on my tits. She would work out everything that I had.
I nuzzled my cock into her cuntlips. I found the entrance to her pussy and thrust into her twat. She squealed in delight as I penetrated into her snatch. Her hot flesh engulfed me. The incestuous thrill of being in my gender-swapped mommy rushed through me.
“Madonna!” I whimpered.
“Mrs. Domme,” she purred.
“Yes, yes, Mrs. Domme!” I groaned. I was Lady HuCow now. “This is incredible!”
She cupped my breasts and squeezed them. My milk splashed across her face. The sweet aroma filled my lips. I breathed it in as her cunt clamped down on my futa-dick. That felt so incredible. I shuddered and drew back my hips.
I slammed back into her pussy. She moaned in delight as the milk dripped from her face. I reveled in the silky heat of her snatch. I thrust into her cunt, the heat melting down my cock. She opened her mouth and latched onto my left nipple.
She suckled.
“Mrs. Domme!” I squealed as I fucked my gender-swapped mommy’s hot cunt. “Yes, yes, yes, we’re going to flood the world! For you!”
She suckled hard. My breast milk gushed into her mouth. I loved the feel of her gulping down my cream. I drilled my futa-dick in and out of my gender-swapped mommy’s cunt. Her wonderful twat massaged me as I buried deep into her snatch.
My asscheeks burned from the spankings. My butt clenched as I pumped away at that hot cunt. I plowed into her over and over again. I loved every second of thrusting into that hot cunt. It was beautiful to be in her twat. I savored every second of that delicious cunt around my rod.
“Oh, oh, oh,” I moaned as she breastfed for me.
Pleasure burst for my nipple every time she suckled on it. She gulped down my breast milk. I was satiating her thirst. Her pussy thirsted, too, for my futa-cum. I had to dump my load into her. I needed to climax on me.
I wanted that so much.
“Mmm, yes, yes, you love slaking your thirst with breast milk, Mrs. Domme,” I purred, pumping away at her cunt.
Mrs. Domme moaned around my nub. That sent pleasure rippling through my body. My nipple throbbed. Sparks sizzled through me. My ovaries drank in the delight. I hurtled toward that moment when I would explode in her.
I pumped deep and hard into her cunt. She clamped down on me. I loved that silky cunt holding tight to me. The pressure swelled at the tip of my cock. My hips were animated with my lust for Mrs. Domme.
For my desire to please her.
She moaned around my nipple. She gulped down my satiating breast milk. Her hands slid down and gripped my spanked rump. The heat flared. It almost hurt, which just made the delight of plunging into her cunt all the sweeter.
“Oh, oh, that’s it!” I moaned. “Mrs. Domme!”
She nipped my nipple.
“Yes!” I gasped, slamming into her. “Please, please, cum on my futa-dick!”
I craved to feel her cum on my clit-rod. Her silky snatch held me tight. I plowed to the hilt in her cunt again and again. Her eyes squeezed shut. She swallowed my milk, suckling with such passion. Her pussy gripped me.
She had to be close. I whimpered, holding back my own orgasm. My ovaries brimmed with my cock-milk. The ache throbbed at the tip of my clit-rod, burying into her silky stanch again and again. I moaned.
“Cum, Mrs. Domme!” I gasped. “I want to slake your pussy’s thirst for cock-milk!”
I buried into her cunt.
Mrs. Domme squealed around my nipple.
Her pussy spasmed around my futa-dick. I loved the incestuous convulsion. I hammered that wonderful cunt as she kept gulping down my breast milk. The need to cum swelled in my ovaries. I plowed to the hilt in that wonderful cunt.
I erupted.
“Mommy!” I howled as I dumped my cum into her pussy. “Yes, yes, yes!”
I filled her twat with my spunk. I dumped load after load of my jizz into her cunt. She ripped her mouth off my nipple, squealing out her delight. The ecstasy shot through my body. Rapture gushed out of my cunt.
I fed her cunt my cock-milk.
My boobs rubbed against her tits as I kissed her. The sweetness of my breast milk coated her lips. She thrust her tongue into my mouth. She held me tight, her cunt sucking at my futa-cock. My jizz splattered against her cervix.
I wanted to just keep dumping my load into her. She rippled around me as I dumped all my spunk into her. I filled her to the hilt with my jizz. It was so wonderful to have all that cum spurting into her twat. It was just a wonderful moment.
“Oh, oh, that’s so good!” she moaned as she broke the kiss. “Now, spread that milk!”
“Yes!” I whimpered and lowered her to the ground, her pussy sliding off my futa-dick. There were people nearby. “I’ll flood the world!”
I floated from the prison, trusting in Madam Futa to win. Especially with Mrs. Domme striding toward the fight. I gripped my big boobs and crossed the street. I reached the houses. I squeezed my tits. Milk gushed out.
Not just a small stream.
No, no, I gushed milk.
A flood of the cream that would steal the manliness from every guy it touched. Every woman would be aroused after a single touch. They would gulp down my breast milk and serve Mrs. Domme. I laughed in delight.
Finally, my powers made sense.
I was Lady HuCow, and this was my task.
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The Probe
It was excellent to see Futa Delta under control.
Madonna was doing so well. I lowered my UFO, watching her cross the courtyard to the prison, eager for what would happen next. My pussy dripped with such excitement. I stroked my clit-dick, so eager for Futa Gamma and Futa Epsilon to also succumb.
Lightning and Ice.
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Adela Powers
Well, that sucked that Virginia was taken out, but…
There was Madonna. She was heading right here. This was my chance to save her. I breathed in slowly. I had to do this just right. Madonna came closer and closer to me. My entire body trembled with excitement.
My pussy was full of three futas’ cum and Ms. HuCow’s breast milk.
To be continued…
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