Sorry I messed up the posts. No idea how it happened but it did. Sorry again.
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"Excuse me?" asked a rather neatly dressed man in full suit and tie and holding an attaché case, and he entered a crowded Superbabes, immediately speaking to Wonder Woman who was working the front as hostess, greeting the new arrivals.
"I'll be right with you sweetie." She cooed charmingly, turning to a group of guys. "Table five. Vixen mind taking them?" Vixen (II) winked at the crowd before then lead them away to the table. Their eyes trying to get a glance at those big black breasts. "Okay. Table for one?" she asked with a pretty smile as the man blushed.
"Oh… uh. No, I'm not here to eat… is there a Ronnie-Bell Nash here?" Wonder Woman stared at him, then held up a finger.
"Hold on." She then walked away but was immediately replaced by Yellow Lantern who came out of the lounge. Keeping the clientele moving to tables and Babes across the floor. After moving into the lounge, after a minute she reappeared and waved at the man to follow her. He then entered the lounge and was greeted with a sight usually reserved for boyfriends, certain small children, relatives, and guys about to get their asses handed to them…
…We'll see where he lands. He's probably just a special case.
His gaze drifted from Red Lantern's ass bent over the pool table, to White Rabbit's breasts, wrapped around a pool cue like a stripper pole… they were both trying to play pool with Killer Frost and her sexy legs… then his attention was drawn to a leaving Brielle and Ola, walking out of the locker rooms together and out the backdoor, everyone seems completely unconcerned with the presence of an unknown man.
"Can I help you sugar?" how he managed to miss the seven-foot Giganta… was somewhat understandable there were plenty of distractions in the lounge. "I'm the one you're looking for."
"Ah! Uh… I am Leopold Bloom and I-You are very tall." He said, holding out his hand to shake hers, only to find her face was about two feet higher up than expected.
"Mmn-hmmn…" she raised an eyebrow, one hand on her hip. "Sharp as a whip aren't you?" she teased as he blushed, and to his credit quickly corrected himself. "And what do you do Mr. Bloom?"
"I am an attorney." He said, "For Bialystock and Bloom."
"…The Bloom to the Bialystock I take it." the purple-eyed woman noted, staring at him piercingly and making him far more nervous than any of the sexy, half-naked women in the room.
"Uh… yes. I am the Bloom to the Bialystock." He said nervously, "Anyway… I would like you to call on you for a character witness at a parole hearing." That was a bit of a curious statement.
"I didn't think you could call a witness to a parole hearing," she replied calmly.
"Well, I would like you to speak on behalf of Doctor Enoch Brown." He said and Giganta's eyes narrowed at him.
"…You mean Farmer Brown." She said sternly. The Biology expert who improved on her physical condition and made her into the 7'4" wall of sexy muscle today... though he also went a little crazy later on in her life. But Mr. Bloom raised his hand hesitantly.
"N-Now that is an unfortunate part of his life, he'd like to put behind him."
"He tried to launch a missile at Gotham." Declared Orders bluntly as Mr. Bloom groaned.
"YES… but he has been a model prisoner ever since. VERY good behavior. His daughter even got off on parole recently and she is doing VERY well."
"Most henchmen get out of Gotham jail. It's GOTHAM." Orders replied again as Giganta seemed to frown thoughtfully. "Which is odd, considering they have to get HIRED by the crazy person so they're doing what they're doing willingly."
"I'm… I'm sorry WHO are you?" asked Mr. Bloom curiously as her purple eyes broke the sudden steel in his spine he felt, and Giganta answered rather cheerfully.
"She's my lawyer."
Orders glared at her big friend, employee, usual bodyguard, and as of right now one-time roommate. "I am not a lawyer."
"But you're so GOOD at it, Hon." Giganta joked as Mr. Bloom tried to get back on task.
"Still. Ms. Nash."
"Giganta." Orders corrected which only served to confuse Mr. Bloom further.
"I… Doctor Brown has done good things, and he is truly sorry for what he did."
"Missile. At. GOTHAM." Repeated Orders coldly, but he continued to try and ignore her.
"You are a prime example of that!" he said gesturing to her, "You are who you are because you received his life-saving medication is that not true?" Giganta took a deep breath as Orders glared at her and gave Giganta her counterpoint.
"MISSLE."
"…Let me think about it sugar." She said, gesturing to Orders. "I'll discuss it with my Lawyer."
"I am NOT a lawyer!" Orders repeated but Giganta just grinned, enjoying the comedic performance. As was most of those in the lounge.
"When is his hearing?" she asked as Mr. Bloom pulled out a card from his case, handing it to her.
"Two days from now at 3 AM." He said.
"Cutting it close huh?" replied Giganta.
"…It took some effort to locate you, Ms. Nash." Mr. Bloom replied.
"How hard is it to find a 7-foot woman?" Orders replied as Mr. Bloom wisely stayed quiet and sheepishly shuffled out of the lounge. "…You can't be serious."
"…He did save my life." Giganta replied, with a hesitant shrug.
"A MISSLE. AT. GOTHAM." Orders replied sternly, rubbing her eyes exasperatedly. "…I'm too tired for this."
"So as my attorney, you can't advise me to speak at his hearing?" Giganta joked as Orders glared at her.
"…A part of me doesn't care. But another part of me says I'll answer when you get back."
"What?" then she reached for the phone. "How do you do that?"
Time: 9:10 PM. Place: Gotham (Superbabes)
Ring-CLICK
"Superbabes, we deliver."
"Hello… do you have any, BIG girls?"
"…I already hate you."
"What?"
"One Giganta 60-ounce steak meal."
"I-Wait 60 ounces?!"
"We expect her back within 60 minutes or less or the police will be informed. You will be charged upon completion of delivery. We are also not responsible for your life choices. Name and address please."
Meanwhile.
"Here. Take care of this." She ripped off the receipt and handed it to Giganta as the big woman took it and placed the card on the counter instead, "And don't speak for the guy who tried to missile Gotham."
"Uh huh…" Giganta replied, "I said I'll think about it, sugar. So I'm going to think about it." she replied confidently, "…You wouldn't have a 7-foot woman if it wasn't for him you know."
"Don't you throw your logic at me." She replied firmly as the hunk of meat slid across the counter, stopping in front of her. "That's my job." Giganta easily lifted the bag off the counter, walking out the back door towards her bag.
"Alright Sugar, I'll deal with it." said the giant southern bell, heading right to her sturdy bike, storing the food, swinging her leg over the seat, and rolling off into the street with the engine soon roaring like a lion.
You ever just go to a part of your city that you don't remember going to before? But you know it's been there forever, so you must have been there once or twice… that's what it felt like to drive into a small little borough of Gotham… it felt like some… eldritch horror. I know that phrase gets thrown around a lot, because Gotham, but it was seriously giving off that vibe. Between Upper-East Gotham and the Diamond district, it felt like there wasn't really anything noticeable about the buildings which had an old feeling to them, but they had a new look to them.
…It was as if every building had some sort of childish secret waiting behind each door. Like when her Little Sean farted and tried to blame their non-existent cat… and she 'believed' him, because he was cute and she loved him. She rolled up on her bike, and the roaring lion engine suddenly shut off. She got off her bike, retrieved the food, and approached the front door… it was an old brownstone but it had three stories. She thought it was an apartment but apparently, it was a house because she tried the door to find that it was locked… so she raised her fist… and knocked.
"Superbabes."
Time: 9:34 PM. Place: Unfamiliar Borough (House #246)
"Special Delivery Service." She said with her silky southern belle charm oozing through the very wood as she rapped her knuckles again on it. Being careful not to smash through it. After a moment the door finally opened revealing a man in his mid-twenties, with scraggly hair and nerdy glasses.
His gaze stared straight ahead, then rose upward as he realized where her face was. "…You're HUGE!" he said delightedly. Gazing past her bulging bosoms towards her pretty face.
"Uh-huh." She smiled charmingly at him, "So I have been told." She leaned against the doorframe, pointing inside. "Are you going to invite me in sugar or are you okay with just looking at me?"
"And you have an accent! That is phenomenal." He said excitedly, "Come in!" he said. Leading her inside. She followed him into the neat house and into the living room. "Ooooh!!" Giganta stared at the group of guys in the room before slowly turning her head to the first one…
"…Are you brothers?"
"No. They're my clones." He said casually. Giganta coughed, trying not to laugh at the half dozen little nerds grinning excitedly at her. She stared at the crowd before turning back to him with an eyebrow cocked.
"I'm sorry sugar, I blanked out there for a second. What?"
"They're my clones…" he replied. "You see I have been working on this fluid I like to call 'Bushin Juice' and it-"
"You know what? Hon? I don't think I need to know."
"…W-Well…" he said, sounding kinda disappointed that he didn't get to explain. "A-Anyway we… they… us? We wanted to have sex with a big girl." He replied, "…You know when I say it out loud like that it sounds kinda weird."
"Oh Sugar." She replied tiredly, putting down the hunk of steak nearby, "You have no idea." She then strutted to the middle of the room surrounded by the guys. Then smiling whimsically at them, she slipped her thumb under her shoulder strap and tugged it down, slowly exposing her body until her pink dress hit the floor… standing tall, proud, naked, and physically fit and they eagerly Oo'd and Ah'd at the sight.
They swarmed her like ants on a pile of sugar, crawling on her body as she laughed, feeling their hands rubbing her massive body, sliding all over her muscles. Pawing and clawing at her now, squeezing her tight rear and huge breasts… barely able to contain them with two hands. Squeezing at her surprisingly soft, but very firm chest, cooing softly as they rubbed at her skin and slowly pulling her downward, chattering and giggling like naughty, horny children. They seemed highly focused on just rubbing and squeezing her as she got onto her knees, then sitting on her legs.
Their fingers and hands slid across her lips, prying her mouth open and letting the swirl around her mouth as if trying to stretch her lips… and once it was nice and open multiple dicks were suddenly shoved into it… "MMmngh!" they didn't seem to care about touching or actual comfort, mindlessly thrusting into her mouth and rubbing their erections against her skin, under her arms, between her breasts, they seemed to not care at all where they stuck it all that matter was that it felt good…
Which, you know... good on them. But she was making some funny sounds with her mouth now as she currently had three identical phalluses sliding in and out of her lips and on her slathering tongue.
"Ahhgh-hahamngh-ammghurg…" she garbled but the clones didn't really respond to her speaking in tongues. Clambering onto her and thrusting away into her mouth as she swirled her tongue around and around… feeling them under her armpits as they tried to find anywhere warm and snug. "Mmbnhh-blugh!" she mumbled trying to push the rapidly thrusting boys from her face only to lose her balance and flop backward onto one behind her who seemed perfectly happy with her on top of him… and not in the way she expected…
They were less like ants now and more like a pack of horny monkeys, all of them driven and mad with arousal, and their only viable option for matting was with a gorilla… which said a lot about her thoughts comparing herself to a gorilla… but she certainly had the strength of one.
…Somewhere Doris Zuel was sneezing very loudly.
Thoroughly annoyed now at being pounded away on she grabbed two of the three little perverts pounding into her mouth as two more decided that her 'big girl' pussy was an EXCELLENT place to put their dicks… so they did. Simultaneously… "Mmmgnh?!" which was a thing. If she wasn't such a big girl this might have been unpleasant, but it was surprisingly a curious experience.
The clones however seemed… completely uninterested in chatting, just humping, so she felt the need to tire at least one out, ripping the two she held onto out of her mouth. And Getting her big red-headed lips wrapped around the last one, furiously sucking and focusing on that ONE dick by stroking the other two… He grabbed onto her head, bucking away at her face… his whole body suddenly began shaking… his hips suddenly and wildly thrusting as he approached his release and…
Wait… was he vibrating?
POP!
"BLurgh! What the Sam hell!?" The guy… the clone… didn't shoot into her mouth. He exploded like a popped balloon covering her in a substance that could only be described as goo. "What the-HEY!?" the thick, watery substance… was not semen, more like petroleum jelly. And the other clones didn't care that one of them just exploded, only that what they were doing felt good and they would like to continue. Giganta had been swarmed again by the clones thrusting and pounding away at her body, now that her mouth was open again she took one of the old clone dicks back into her mouth as the other decided that her big breasts were more than enough for him sliding his length between her bulging breasts as the other two continued their thrusting inside her pussy.
The other clone still beneath her was eagerly pumping between her ass cheeks but was pressed flat on the floor under her justifiable weight and the weight of the other clones. He wasn't doing much of anything but grinding up into her…
And it wasn't long until another one of the clones exploded… at least this time it wasn't in her mouth. One of the two clones pounding away at her lower body suddenly popped and splattered her leg in the goo… which was somehow felt even MORE gross than being covered in semen… the other one, unconcerned with the sudden loss of his brother. Eagerly occupied the entirety of her big body on his own… savoring the sensation of her inner walls all on his own before falling forward and exploding as well…
The clone beneath her soon popped as well and she flopped flat to the floor in a puddle of mess. It was then she realized that this was a wooden panel flooring… this stuff must be awful to get out of carpets… whatever it was… but she was distracted by the clone in her mouth, recognizing an oncoming popping she pushed him out of her mouth and stroked him to completion as he exploded, splattering her face with his fluid…
…Quite literally, it seems… at least whatever this was didn't sting her eyes…
Finally the last clone, his hands tightly squeezing her big girl tits, lubricated her body, as he exploded as well… She lay there on the floor, and slowly sat up in the slippery pool of… Clone juice… whatever it was. It wasn't cold, it wasn't warm, it didn't smell… it had no taste… what the actually fuck just happened? It was clear like water, thick like semen, and felt like petroleum jelly…
"Hey…" she looked around, alone with herself she stood up and slipped slightly. It was slippery after all, and blinked as a pair of customized Roombas, connected to the wall by a long rubbery hose. They whirred neatly across the floor, soaking up the clone juice. And her dress!? "HEY!" she shouted, grabbing the Roomba that did the deed. Sure it was also soaked in Clone juice. "Give that back!" she said sternly, grabbing the Roomba as it creaked and squeaked under her grip like a tortured rat… but when you're being crushed with nothing but raw strength it was a predictable response.
"Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait! Don't break that please!" Then the guy, main clone, whatever, he rushed in and promptly slipped on the fluid. Hitting the floor as she stared at him. "Ow." He mumbled. "Wait! it's just… the dress is downstairs." He said as Giganta stared at him, now soaked in his own fluids. "Think of it as getting drycleaned… please don't break that It'll take me a week to fix it." he mumbled dejectedly as she sighed. Then put the thing down as he seemed to realize that this towering woman… was very naked and gooey.
"…Okay Sugar, NOW you can tell me what the FUCK is going on." He then smiled, and scrambled to a door under the stairs, waving at her to follow…
For anyone else might think this to be weird and see this as a red flag… to a woman who could crush a Roomba with her bare hands however it was only a potentially minor inconvenience. She followed the weird little nerd into his basement… which would normally end badly in other scenarios but this WAS Giganta… and was greeted with quite a high-tech facility… it was like she walked right into Star Labs, and she went there once when she was young.
The weird nerd boy then approached what looked like a laundry shoot, opening up the door and extracting her clothes from it… perfectly cleaned and pressed. "Here. I just needed to get the Bushin Juice out of it." he then gestured to a large, person-sized storage container filling with the 'Bushin Juice'… well, large for him not here.
"What… exactly happened up there sugar?" she asked sweetly, staring at the 'Juice' that was starting to glow in the lights of the tech.
"Oh. That was just another test. I got it on recording."
"Of course you did Sugar."
As you can see…" he began taking his shirt off, putting it into the laundry shoot, followed by his pants. "It just… gets everywhere." He said, shutting the shoot. "There's a special shower right there." He said, pointing to what used to be a closet. "Please use it. I need to preserve what Bushin Juice I have. It takes too long to produce myself without the proper equipment.
"Sugar." She said patiently, she was used to mad science but not on deliveries.
"It's my… science project. For Star Labs." He said, "Bushin Juice… like the anime. Kage Bushin!" he said, making some sort of hand sign. The silly Weeb "It's a malleable liquid that makes copies of someone with just a bit of DNA and some electronic stimulation… my plan is to make it stable enough so that we can create beings that can survive the vacuum of space. It could help establish colonies off-world! They don't need to breathe, eat or sleep…"
"Sugar they just spent the last half hour having sex with me." She said, sardonically… channeling her inner Orders.
"Well… they're not done yet." He blushed sheepishly, "They're still unstable… and more or less permanent unless… well… 'Popped'… like a balloon."
"Okay. Hon. Focus…" she said with sugary sweetness but a growing impatience for absurdity. "WHY did I just have sex with your… clones?" she said as he hesitated.
"W-Well… they were a flawed batch and I needed to pop them." He said, "…And one of my theories was sexual gratification as a means. As opposed to a more… violent solution." He mumbled sadly. "…I don't think I need to tell you how utterly mortifying it would be to… um, 'stab yourself?" he replied. "Though I was prepared to do it… they don't have feelings but it's still a little uncomfortable." He then gestured to his shower. "Do… you want to go first?" he said, "I just need to wash off all the Bushin Juice.
"Why me?"
"Because you're a big girl. And big girls are sexy. They're clones of me, but I took a guess they'd enjoy it." He said matter of factly. "…Also less likely that they'd hurt someone like you." He answered honestly as she placed her hands on her sexy waist… posing like Superman but glaring at him like she was Wonder Woman who just caught him peeping.
Giganta took a deep breath and sighed. Shaking her head she then slipped into the shower. "…Are you going to join me hon?"
"What?" he asked legitimately surprised as she rested her arms against the doorway, letting her breasts lean out as she smiled at him.
"Well you still have some time left on the clock… and you're already naked. Just thought I'd give you the offer. My boss would have my ass if I didn't." she teased, before returning to the shower and turning the water on. The Bushin Juice flowed easily off her skin, flowing into the shower drain "…How does this shower work?" she asked casually as he stuck his head in the door, gazing at her doing the 'superbabe shower thing' in the stall, getting justifiably distracted for a minute, before finally answering her question.
"I have a filter installed." He said matter-of-factly. "It transports all of the bushin juice into the tank… my own design." He added a little smug, but clearly happy about his own ingenuity.
"MMn…" Giganta said, losing interest quickly as she bent her knees slightly to get a more direct hosing in her hair. Humming softly to herself as she opened one eye… Yep. He was still there. "Sugar you might as well have some fun, you're paying for my time… don't get me wrong hon, I don't mind the easy paycheck…" she then chuckled good-naturedly. "Then again you did need a bunch of you to handle me." She swayed her hips… but there wasn't a lot of room in the closet-turned shower. So they bounced off the sides. "Ha-ha!" she laughed as he kept staring and then wiggled in the stall.
He watched her swaying hips like a snake being charmed. Before shifting into the tiny closest, squeezing tightly against her as she chuckled feeling his erection against her muscled legs, before she reached down and lifted him up. Holding him against the tiles hooking one powerful arm under him and lifting him up, stroking his carefully as he sat on her arm. "Hmmn-mmn…" she hummed silkily, pushing her breasts against his face
"Mmngh!" he moaned happily, with his erection twitching her hand and a face full of tits. Her hand pumping up and down his twitching cock, and feeling his pre-cum oozing onto the back of her hand. Good. He wasn't going to explode…
…Literally, of course, she's had that happen more than once tonight. "Oh!" she chuckled, squeezing out his load and spraying the tiles behind her as he shot his load. "That a boy…" he pulled her breasts from his face as he breathed heavily, letting him slid back down onto the floor but he was surprisingly still erect and now slumped conveniently on the floor as she squatted down around hum, utterly engulfing him with her body, bouncing up and down on his lap. Dropping onto his lap and doing her best not to break his nerdy little legs.
Her hands on the wall, she did some squats, her muscled ass flexing as he began bucking up into her nuclear bomb-dropping hips. Tossing her head back, riding him harder and faster as her breasts bounced up and down in front of his face… until they knocked off his glasses, but he wasn't really complaining at that point, just holding on for dear life as she easily lifted him off the floor laughing as she finally got a real pop…
She put her weight on him feeling him burst inside her, sighing contentedly as she tossed her wet hair out of her face. She frowned… as he froze in o-face… but he was smiling. "Sugar?" she lightly slapped him, "…Oh Hon." She laughed, getting up and casually rinsing off again… leaving him on the floor with quite the towering view… if he was awake to enjoy it.
She eventually dried off, retrieving her clothes, and slowly dressing herself… noticing that the large tube of 'Bushin Juice' was about, maybe three-fourths full… and it was slowly diminishing. She was curious as to why until she saw another Nerd clone slowly being formed in the vat. "…And that is my cue to leave." She said stiffly.
This was getting WAY too Sci-fi weird. She needed to go before this became a Veronica story… god she hoped this doesn't become a Veronica story.
She returned to the shower, grabbing at the nerd who liked big girls. And pulled him easily to his feet and gave him a pleasant wake up call… mostly by physically shaking him up and down. Jostling him awake and blinking blindly around. "Oh! I-Uh… what did I miss?"
"You got to pay to play sugar and I got to go before I smash something in confusion." Giganta smiled pleasantly and put him down.
"Oh. Certainly… could you locate my glasses I am legally blind without them." She picked them up from the shower and put them carefully on his face. "Thank you…" Come with me upstairs." He said, grabbing his freshly laundered clothes from the shoot. Dancing upstairs as he tugged his pants on.
"What about that?" she asked, following after him as he jerked his hand to the bushin juice.
"Oh that'll percolate for a little while but they won't wake up without proper stimulation." He replied calmly, walking out of his basement with Giganta close behind. He continued heading upstairs and vanished briefly before returning with a stack of cash. She eyed the now pristine living room and was now made acutely aware of how WEIRD it was that a bunch of guys just exploded in there. "Here you go. For services rendered."
"MMn… Thanks, sugar." She ruffled his hair as he grinned at her cheerfully. "Be a stranger."
"…Don't you mean don't be a stranger?"
"Sure, hon." She replied calmly, before heading out the front door and to her bike.
Time: 10:12 PM. Place: Gotham (Superbabes)
"Red Lantern, White Rabbit. 2 for 1." Orders ordered as the two Asian superbabes indignantly cried out.
"But we're actually winning!/Come on Orders!" Leslie however just smiled evilly, as if she planned for such an interruption.
"Fine. Finish losing." Orders replied calmly, "It can wait." She replied as the two gave her a consistent amount of swearing in Korean and Japanese so Orders didn't catch it in real time but she knew what they said. She ignored it… watching Giganta walk in through the backdoor. "Welcome back, Ronnie Bell." She said casually.
"Did you plan this?" she asked skeptically.
"Do I ever?" Orders replied as the big woman put the money down.
"…Well the dangers of mad science aside… I still think I should prove that Dr. Brown did originally have good intentions." she would quite literally be dead if not for him.
"I've taken the liberty of scheduling Ciara to work that day… so someone's going to have to watch Sean." Orders noted, "…Such a shame."
Ronnie-Bell laughed. "Wow. Devious… using SEAN against me?" Orders just stared her down, sorting the money without looking at it as Jae-Hwa and Joy cursed furiously as Leslie pulled an expected upset. "…I do like quality time with my surrogate little brother… I'll send the board a letter. And a picture." She added as Orders sighed.
"Missile at Gotham…" she repeated but shook her head. Putting the money under the counter as the 2 for 1 slid across the top… she did have Batman on a semi-speed dial. Which reminds her, she needs to call about the 'Bushin Juice' and maybe have him keep an eye on a prospective mad scientist…
End