Erotic short. A stretchy supervillain goes up against five huge superheroes.
3.2k, rated E. Trans M/5 alien Ms with alien cocks. There is absolutely no redeeming plot features in this, it’s just horrible unrealistic porn with lots of come inflation, objectification, humiliation, and belly kink.
There are several consent issues in this fic, where the trans guy is basically being turned into a fucktoy for these aliens without anyone asking how he feels about it — with that said, he’s really into the whole thing, and absolutely does not want to opt out.
This fic is a sequel to Fit For Purpose!
Fit for Purpose — 4.2k. MB. Supervillains and superheroes, but with stretchy bodies and massive cocks, between a huge cis male alien superhero and a trans man supervillain with whole-body elasticity. 4.2k. Silly and light in humour, but extreme on the porn! Featuring pheromones (mildly dubious consent for this, but both parties use pheromones to get their way, and are enthusiastically into it), come inflation, huge size difference, unrealistic sex, alien dicks, prodigious amounts of come, dom/sub, mild corporal punishment, undernegotiated kink, rough sex, objectification, dirty talk. On Medium / / On Patreon.
“You mean to tell me,” glowered Aubrey Knight, president of the Mutated Divisions Foundation, “that this alien apprehended my son, brought him to be arrested and brought to justice, and rather than inter him in line with the law, you let the aforementioned alien… What? Check him out like a library book?”
“We weren’t really in a position to argue with him, sir,” said the police commissioner, looking anxious, but not nearly anxious enough. “And Dominic did seem happy to go with him — ”
“You’re of a habit of deciding criminals are free to depart if they’re happy to, are you?” demanded Aubrey, and she flustered, but he didn’t bother speaking further with her, clicking out of the call and finding the directory of contacts for Findelians.
Of course, Glory didn’t even have the good graces to answer a videocall, and Aubrey knew as soon as the call connected that he was on loud speaker.
“President Knight,” rumbled the alien. “To what do I owe this honour?”
“Where’s my son?” asked Aubrey, not interested whatsoever in beating about the bush, and Glory chuckled.
“Don’t worry, I’m taking good care of him.”
“I would appreciate if you returned him to my custody.”
“He’s an adult, President Knight,” said Glory smoothly. “Is he not his own man, able to make his own decisions?”
“I suppose that depends how much your pheromones play into those decisions.”
“And when your son utilises his pheromones against others?” Glory replied immediately, no hesitation showing in his voice whatsoever, and Aubrey set his jaw, feeling his fists clench. Glory laughed, and said, “I see. What charms I exude, chemical or otherwise, do not impede his ability to choose what he wants and doesn’t want.”
“Let me speak to him,” said Aubrey.
“Oh, he can’t speak at this moment,” said Glory. “His mouth is full.”
Aubrey’s mouth opened, and his lips curled back in a snarl, disgusted, but before he could make some reply to that, Glory shut out of the call, and he was left to his own furious devices.
* * *
Dominic stared up at Glory as he closed the call off — he’d kept playing his videogame as he’d talked on the phone with Dominic’s father, the controller seeming obscenely small gripped in his gigantic hands, and now he took one hand off, gripping Dominic’s hair tight and shoving him the last inch down onto Glory’s cock.
Dominic choked before he managed to relax his gag reflex again — he could feel his throat bulging with the huge weight and thickness of Glory’s cock, could feel the nodules on it pressing out the inside of his throat, his mouth, his tongue. His come tasted sweet and almost fizzy, tangy when he could taste it, and his stomach was already swollen, a slight paunch resting on his thighs from everything he’d swallowed.
His jaw was pressed so wide that on someone else, it would have been completely dislocated — for him, he just… stretched wider.
“Relax,” rumbled Glory, voice so low that Dominic could feel it vibrate on his tongue. “My brothers and I will fuck you so as to render you unable to walk, but only once they arrive.”
Dominic couldn’t reply, but what would he say if he could? That his hips couldn’t be dislocated, that his muscles couldn’t be exhausted, that no matter what, he would be able to walk? That he was looking forward to it? That, please, Glory, sir, can you start now?
He swallowed around Glory’s cock, and then moaned breathlessly as it pulsed inside his mouth, a burst of come sliding hot and thick down his throat and sloshing in his full belly.
“Incredible that no one has seen before now what you were destined for,” said Glory mildly, and unpaused his game.
* * *
There were five Findelians stationed on planet Earth, and they each served the protectorate in their own ways, separately to the various mutants’ collectives and lab-created heroes. Their priority was ensuring that Earth was not unmoored from its place in its solar system, that no significant damage was done to its core or its magnetic polarity, that its reputation was not severely damaged in the wider intergalactic community.
They did not serve the people of Earth, per se, or not all of them, and Glory was occasionally amused at the things other collectives of “superheroes” called on them to assist with, how unimportant their priorities were in the grand scheme of things.
His brothers had been off-planet, and he heard them as they came to land on the balcony of their mountain base, heard them laughing and jeering with one another, nudging and shoving.
Glory had been somewhat displeased at drawing the short straw and being the one to stay home, and he had been somewhat bored playing his games alone until Captain Silver had called on him that week, asking that he come and assist in apprehending the Poison. He might not ordinarily have answered the call on so petty a concern, the Poison menacing a mere single city, but boredom had dispatched him anyway, and here was his reward.
The infamous Demonic Dominic was on his knees with his backside rested on the floor, his head bowed forward with his cheek against Glory’s thigh, Glory’s cock buried in his throat.
Honour was the first to see him as he came into the room, his grin faltering and falling slowly from his face as he saw that Glory was sitting comfortably back on the sofa with the boy between his lips, trapped in place by the spines on Glory’s cock. His belly had a paunch to it, swollen with come — it was only a little, not nearly as much as Glory had tested he could take in the past few days.
Power laughed, rubbing his knuckles through his beard. “What’s this?”
“This is Dominic,” said Glory, and relaxed the spines on his cock, pulling Dominic off of him in one firm movement, leaving the boy coughing and spluttering even as Glory hauled him up by the scruff of his neck.
Dominic was lifted clear off the ground as Glory stood to his full height, the young mutant kicking out with his arms and legs alike. There was slick down his thighs, his full belly wobbling enticingly, even before Glory lifted him higher and demonstratively placed his fist at the entrance of his cunt.
“Wait, wait,” Dominic wailed, as though he wasn’t soaked with slick and open, as though he hadn’t been craving something inside his greedy cunt for hours. “Wait, no, Sir Glory, not all at once — ”
Glory relaxed his grip, and Dominic wailed as he was dropped down and impaled on Glory’s fist, the whole of it sliding easily into his cunt as though it were meant to be there. The boy let out a squeak, his legs dropping down limp as he stopped struggling, and Glory held him up whilst impaled, letting his brothers have a good view of him.
Experimentally, he opened his fist, and pressed outward with his fingers, making Dominic’s belly slosh gently — when he pushed outward very hard, his fingertips were obvious under the taut skin, and Dominic whimpered. He was very hot and wet inside, and Glory could feel the desperate clench and shudder of his cunt around his arm.
“Where did you find this?” asked Charm, cocking his hip and looking thoughtfully at Dominic as he struggled and whimpered, trying to work himself up and off of the inexorable length of Glory’s arm inside him and only really succeeding in working it deeper.
“This is our new toy,” said Glory dryly, tilting the young man forward and letting him slide right off him, but he didn’t miss how the young man wails and shudders at the drag within him, at the quiet pop Glory’s fist makes as it slides out of the tight grip of his cunt. Strength caught hold of the boy before he can hit the floor, holding him up by a grip on his waist and looking at him properly, at his thick blond hair, a cloud of curls around his face, at the lining he wore permanently around his eyes, and then further down.
The boy was thin with the musculature of a dancer or a gymnast — corded muscle was thick on his shoulders and showed very obviously in their heavy, square shape, as well as being thickly laid on his back, but his chest was not extremely wide, and he had a flat, pale chest with pebbled pink nipples.
His abdominal muscles were not as obvious as the ones on his back, a little fat laid over the top so that they weren’t obviously carved like the little men in the adverts Glory sees in the cities. For all that muscle on his body though, on the powerful thickness of his thighs and shoulders, he was still lithe even before he began to twist himself in knots, had a delicacy, a narrowness to him, especially in contrast to the Findelians.
Holding him around his middle, Strength’s hands entirely encircled Dominic’s waist.
“He stretches?” asked Knowledge, coming forward, and he didn’t wait for an answer, tugging experimentally on one of Dominic’s nipples and laughing at the way the young man eagerly pushed his chest into his fingers, whining at how much Knowledge pulled on it, stretching it out far further than a regular human’s — even a regular mutant’s — body would give.
“I apprehended him earlier in the week, in service to the Poison,” said Glory, watching with a slight smile on his face as Strength continued to examine the boy, passing him between his hands to turn him; at the same time, Knowledge and Charm were leaning in, both of them putting fingers at the opening to the boy’s cunt and pulling and tugging on the ring of muscle, peering inside him, seeing how much give he had.
Dominic was shuddering, letting out gasping, breathless noises as he attempted to shove his hips down for more of their touch, evidently greedy for the attention. There was sweat shimmering on his skin, his body trembling, and when Strength tugged him out of Charm and Strength’s examining hands and pulled him down onto his cock instead, Dominic yowled, but took it right to the root, easy as anything.
Strength was the biggest of them, and Glory had seen him force his cock into humans before, had seen them bleed and split and scream — that had been many years ago, when times were different.
Dominic didn’t split or even threaten to, just opened wider to take him, and Glory grinned at the bulge in his belly, bigger even than the bulge Glory had left under his skin. He caught the boy by the chin, holding up his face, and he laughed at what he saw there, at Dominic’s crossed eyes and slack jaw, at how fucking dazed he was just from having cock bigger again than his thigh stuffed inside his greedy cunt.
“How’s he treating you?” Glory asked, gently squeezing Dominic’s jaw as his eyes fluttered, beginning to come around. Charm and Knowledge were pawing at his body, pulling and pressing on his flat chest and toying with his nipples, tracing his ribs, his hips, his arse.
“Good,” said Strength, his hips fucking forward — he was doing it as hard as he could, chuckling at the way Dominic’s belly bowed outward with the force of his movements, at the way he writhed in mid air as he was used hard and rough.
Power had moved away to pick up a bottle from the fridge, was taking a swig of it as he came over, the buckle of his belt undone to allow his cock to swing free. He didn’t put it directly into Dominic’s mouth, but pressed forward with his fingers first, four of them forcing his lips apart, and when he found four went in easily, he scissored them just to see his cheeks give way.
He pushed in further and Dominic choked, body lurching up as Power pressed fingers down his throat and set off his gag reflex, but he relaxed into it after a few moments, even though his eyes kept watering, wetness on his face.
“You like that, lad?” asked Power quietly, and Glory laughed at the muffled noise Dominic let out, an incoherent assent, eager and enthusiastic.
And to think, his father had the gall to complain and demand him back.
Power pulled his hand out, and before Dominic could say anything more, he replaced it with his cock, forcing it in to the root. Dominic moaned, upside down with his nose shoved into the base of Power’s prick. His nose would be nuzzling Power’s balls, were they external in a sac like the humans’ were.
Dominic was trying not to cough, and Glory grinned at the movement and pulsation in his throat as Power thrust inside him, the nodules texturing the stretched skin from underneath.
“Are we keeping him?” asked Knowledge.
“Well,” said Glory. “We’re not giving him back.”
* * *
Dominic’s whole body was throbbing, and he existed in a supersensitised haze, every inch of his skin electrified with sensation. His cunt felt hot and stuffed, the pressure on his hard cock making it jump with every thrust of one of the Findelians inside him, the other thrusting hard into his throat.
He couldn’t even see them now, couldn’t look up at them, couldn’t even move — he was pinned between them and suspended in the air, the two alien cocks shoved so deeply inside him he felt like they were going to meet in the middle, one of them gripping tightly around his hips.
He kept wanting to choke at how deeply the cock was pressed down his throat, at how it was moving, at the rough nodules all along its length and the feelers that were extending out from its shaft to keep it locked inside his throat, but he couldn’t — couldn’t choke, couldn’t cough, could barely even breathe.
The rough drag and slide of the other one inside his cunt was driving him mad, and he came without even meaning to, without even thinking about it, the orgasm crashing over him in a wave and making him moan and arch his back.
He wondered distantly if the Findelians would punish him for it, would tell him he’d transgressed by coming without permission, but they didn’t even notice — the two of them just fucked him between them like he was meat on a spit, and the one in his cunt was so big he felt like he was being split in two, like for all his increased capacity it might just pop right out of him.
There was no warning when the two of them came, just sudden rushes of it pumping into him, come down his throat and into his cunt, too, forced into him and making his stomach bulge, making his womb balloon outward too. He could hear it, hear the splash and rush of thick, heated liquid inside him. He was moaning, whining incoherently, and the thing was, he knew that they didn’t even care.
They were talking over him, but he was just too stimulated, too absolutely drowned in pleasure and alien come, to pay attention, to follow them — he caught snatches of the words, knew vaguely that they were talking about the mission the other Findelians had come back from, and then that they were talking about the game that Glory had been playing, the fucking videogame.
None of them even asked his name. They didn’t need it.
By the time the current Findelian was done with his cunt, his belly was a fat, pregnant swell that was weighing him down, his stomach so full of sweet, tangy, frothing Findelian semen that he felt sick with it, his cunt so full he felt like he might fucking burst, and then they passed him straight over to the next two — they flipped him as they passed him so that he was facing the ground instead of the ceiling, but there was no break, no pause.
As they used him, thrusting hard inside his mouth and his cunt, the one at his behind sucked his fingers and started to pull and pry at his asshole, stretching it out even as he fucked into his cunt.
He was doing it one handed, because he needed the other to take casual swigs from his beer.
They were laughing at him, laughing at him as he shuddered and squirmed in his place — his cunt was oversensitive and twitching in a way he couldn’t make stop, and he could feel another orgasm on the horizon on the other side of a cutting edge, the pleasure too much, too severe so soon after he’d come.
He whined, tried to reach up with clumsy hands to touch at the one who was fucking his throat, tried to grip at his hips, his belly, but all the Findelian did was grab him by the wrists and use them to leverage him closer, to fuck harder at the most sensitive part of his throat, making him gag even though he couldn’t throw up if he tried, his stomach full.
“Don’t struggle, boy,” Glory told him, patting his hair and smirking down at him. “This is the best place for you. You don’t want to be bored, do you?”
Dominic moaned, because Glory had reached underneath him to pull and squeeze at his cock, doing it so roughly that the ecstasy had an undercurrent of agony in it. It was like a freezing cold cut through the whole of his body, dragging hard at his nerves, and when he came again, it was with a muffled, desperate scream.
Glory fucked him again with one of the others, this time, Glory taking his cunt again and the other — Charm, maybe? — in his ass, the both of them squeezing and pushing on his swollen belly the whole time.
* * *
Glory had told the boy they would fuck him so much that he couldn’t walk, and that was what they’d done. Strength had retired to bed, but the rest of them were still playing with him — they’d moved the coffee table out of the way to make space for Dominic in the centre of the sofas, before the TV.
He was utterly fat with come, his belly on the ground and his whole body rested on top of the rest of it so that he sank into the bulge, raised waist height so it was easy now for Charm to sink right into his asshole, to pump within him.
Glory leaned forward, tipping up the boy’s chin so that he raised it — Dominic’s eyes were glazed over, and he had come so many times he’d undoubtedly lost track of it, turned into a fucktoy for them.
“I’m going to take a picture now,” Glory told him quietly. “Send it to your father.”
He was drunk with come — his own and theirs — such that he could barely move, barely open his eyes, barely do anything except accept what his new place in life, what he was being used for.
Still, he was aware enough to laugh, and give Glory a hazy, fuck-addled grin. “’Kay,” he mumbled.
Glory laughed, and reached back for his phone.
FIN.
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