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It was supposed to be a simple performance evaluation.
Blonde Blazer was in her office, having just invited ‘Mecha Man,’ officially on the roster by his legal name, Robert Robertson, in for a performance review.
“So, Mister Robertson.” Blazer hid a faint smile as she shuffled some papers that slyly hid her mouth. “Your conduct has proven beyond satisfactory across all performance metrics. Upper management is impressed.”
The new dispatch hire sat across the desk in Blazer’s secluded corner office. In his short tenure, their underperforming squad of redeemed villains had been assisting with citizen-based heroic dispatch requests almost on par with the A-team.
“Guess I’m a star employee,” Robert said plainly.
“Hmmm. Yes. Call response, caller reviews. Technical acumen.” Blazer flipped through the review. “There’s not much that requires improvement here. Team member rotation and skill acquisition are among the best in the office. With these productivity numbers, you’re well past the point where we can discuss a raise. I marked ‘Administrative & Compliance’ as ‘exceeded expectations’. Then there’s stellar productivity numbers, girth, stamina…”
Blonde Blazer did a double-take at her page. Her cheeks flushed. All the while, the dispatcher once known as Mecha Man gazed at her nonchalantly.
“Oh, oh my.” She flipped a page back and forth, expecting it to change. “This isn’t the dispatch performance review. This is the boyfriend review. That wasn’t supposed to be until next week! Silly me. Must have gotten mixed up in there…”
Rankings of all manner of boyfriend analytics sat on the page, spread across ‘did it meet,’ ‘met,’ and ‘exceeded’ expectations. Nearly every category was met or exceeded, of course. Then there was the ‘on-site performance review,’ which was currently blank.
“Well.” Blonde Blazer placed the papers in a ‘to be done’ bin and then pushed the various effects on her desk to the side. “It’s part of the review. Has to be done. No helping it, really.”
Blazer clambered onto her desk, legs swinging wide and facing her superhero beau invitingly. For a moment she looked down and briefly thought she’d been naked all along. What a peculiar feeling, but no, looking down confirmed her tight super-heroic one piece was still equipped to her body. That was a problem that Robert ought to have no problem solving—he’d aced the performance review so far, after all.
Robert was still in his work khakis, of course. He wasted no time in clambering up on top of the desk alongside Blazer. The superheroine’s powerful thighs wrapped around him, pulling him closer. He wasted no time unzipping her uniform from behind.
Mecha Man was an unaugmented human. Blazer’s necklace remained affixed to her even as the spandex onesie fell away, maintaining her superpowered strength and physique. It would be difficult for any normal human to leave an impression or even get in a thrust that an empowered heroine could even notice. Still, Blazer had high hopes for this performance review.
With the uniform hanging taut on Blazer’s waist, her Amazonian build and overplump dairy cannons dwarfed the hero known as Mecha Man. Still, he hiked her uniform down past her hips with some small amount of snag on her generous waist. All the while, Blazer worked on unbuttoning his work shirt. She shimmied out of the suit and kicked it to the floor with her feet. Her hands nearly broke the zipper to Robert’s khakis with her superhuman force.
Now bereft of any pesky clothes, the pair commenced with the performance review. Blazer’s powerful calves wrapped around Robert and drew him in closer.
“Mmmm.” Blazer withdrew her tongue from Mecha Man’s mouth after a long, sticky kiss. “I’ll have to remember to write my notes down for the review after we’re done.”
Superhuman slickness pooled beneath Blazer’s legs. She ground needily against her super-beau’s thighs.
“We’ll just mark the foreplay section off as ‘exceeds expectations’ and hurry on from there,” Blazer said matter-of-factly.
Rob took the hint. Initial penetration would receive satisfactory marks.
The blonde bombshell writhed against her own sturdy desk as Robert pushed deeper into her thighs. Girth and thrusting speeds were certainly in the ‘met expectations’ category. As a superheroine and a de-powered tech-based hero, the pairing was somewhat outmatched in terms of strength and stamina, but Blonde Blazer could certainly feel the passion and intent behind her direct report/boyfriend’s intentions. She draped her hands around his neck even as Rob leaned down to take her pinkish nipple in his mouth.
“S-satisfactory marks across the board!” Blazer declared, with even her super-physique starting to feel a pleasant hum.
“Mmm. Sure looks like it,” said a third voice that was not at all supposed to be in the room.
Courtney aka Invisigal aka Invisibitch appeared in the corner of Blonde Blazer’s office.
“Ah!” Blazer gasped, and not entirely from pleasure this time. “You’re… you’re not supposed to be in here. This is a private quarterly performance review!”
Robert, for his part, continued to smash into Blazer’s exquisitely toned core. It was almost as if he were on autopilot.
“Oh, right. Guess I can just mosey,” Invisgal said. “Wait for my own review to come up. Though considering I’ll be going through my review with my direct report…”
Blush-inducing jealousy flared through the superheroine. She hugged Robert more tightly around the neck, possessively.
“G-get your own man!” Blazer said with surprising fierceness.
Rather than retort, Invisigal took a step forward.
“No need to be jelly,” Courtney said as she shrugged off her bomber jacket. “Why don’t you supervise our review hands-on? That way nobody has to be cucked.”
Before Blazer could get out an indignant gasp, Invisigal slunk up to the desk and slid her jeans down with a sultry hip wiggle. Slender hands cupped Blonde Blazer’s cheeks, then reached down towards her neck.
“H-hey!” Blazer reached up to defend her secret power source from the invisible girl’s prying hands. Only, she was blocked by yet another set of hands. Together, Robert and Courtney removed the golden bracelet from Blazer’s neck.
Transformation was immediate and completed in swift order. Gone was the blonde heroine’s statuesque physique, a good half-head off her height, and her prodigious strength. Now, a shorter but still-fairly-fit Mandy was left writhing on the table.
The uniform was part of the power pendant’s transformation. De-powering her swapped the now-discarded uniform for functional civilian exercise attire.
“Aw, well, guess Rob has to do this twice,” Invisigal said, even as her and Robert went about disrobing their boss once more.
Mandy, the no-longer-blonde Blazer, could feel the sudden lack of power as Invisigal and Mecha Man manhandled her. She could only writhe about as the pair pushed her horizontally onto the long desk, then climbed aboard for another round.
Every sensation was heightened now that Mandy was suddenly depowered. When Robert’s cock pushed back into her closely-shaved brunette pussy, she moaned just from the penetration.
“Won’t be mewling for long,” Invisigal teased, knees straddling the edge of the desk.
In one fluid swoop, Courtney straddled the Brunette Blazer’s face with her slender thighs. Mandy’s protests quickly faded into muffled moans.
“Mmmph! Mmm. Mmmmph~”
“Thattagirl,” Invisigal said, squeezing her hips firmly. She looked straight ahead at Robert. “You’ve nearly got her ready to sploosh already. I almost don’t even have to do anything.”
With another squeal, Mandy brought her hands up to paw at Invisigal’s hips. They really were quite slender, but in this state, Mandy could not do much more than grip the less-upstanding woman’s thighs and moan between her legs. Invisigal caught on to this almost immediately and began grinding against Mandy’s face. The muffled moans grew only more passionate.
The exposed woman’s voluptuous breasts bounced about under the twin assaults. With her arms pinned and her legs spread wide, truly there was nothing Mandy could do to free herself.
“Now that she’s preoccupied…” Invisgal leaned forward pointedly, with even the most subtle movements easily detectable by Mandy even as Courtney’s ass mostly obscured her vision.
A sticky smacking sound came from above, right over Many’s torso. Invisgal had leaned forward and was now passionately kissing Robert.
Perhaps surprisingly, jealousy did not pool in Mandy’s chest. Courtney could kiss Robert all she wanted, for the hero’s bottom half was preoccupied, joined together with Mandy’s thighs. Judging by the increased tempo and pulsating throbbing deep within Mandy’s core, Rob was about to burst. A hefty, virile loa was prepped to flow right into Blazer’s aching, very-much-ovulating womb.
Letting Visi make out with Rob a bit was a fair trade, all things considered.
Mandy could do nothing but moan between the twin assaults of the other heroes’ crotches. Unbridled moaning was only slightly muffled against Courtney’s folds at this point. The super-empowered threesome bucked together as if they were one organism. Pressure—and pleasure—built towards a mighty release. The Brunette Blazer’s climax promise to leave her shaking upon the desk, still trapped and helpless between Courtney’s legs and Rob’s strong hands.
Blazer felt a great floodgate begin to collapse. It reached its crescendo as Rob burst directly into her waiting core.
Mandy awoke with a moan. The dream came crashing down just as Mandy had come against Rob’s throbbing member. A flushed heroine opened her eyes, duly noting the darkened apartment bedroom she was present in, alone.
With pleasant sighs morphing into flustered groans, the brunette heroine rose from her bed and threw off her sheets. She’d had a very pleasant dream, one that ended just as she’d let go entirely to the pleasant illusions.
Dampness chafed at her midsection. So good was the dream that she’d straight up squirted purely from the mental stimulation of the dreamscape. Underwear was soaked, and an embarrassing, unsightly splotch was visible on her favorite pajamas. At least she hadn’t been wearing the amulet; physical reactions were often… stronger when in Blonde Blazer form.
“Gosh dangit to heck,” Mandy said with her characteristic lack of vulgarity. “Why do I have to dream about work? Why do I have to dream about that at work!?”
Even the most wholesome of heroes still had desires, and Blonde Blazer’s subconscious evidently desired a more intimate time with her new boyfriend.
Mandy checked the alarm clock. It was 2:00 in the morning. Far too late/early to call said boyfriend in to finish the job in reality. The heroine blushed at the thought. She didn’t want to come off as too needy this quickly into a new relationship.
Still, it was too early to get up and too late to get back to sleep. With a frustrated tsk, Mandy rolled over to her nightstand, her Blazer pendant awaited. Firstly, she disrobed and placed her soaked-through underwear and pajamas into a bathroom hamper. Then, she donned the pendant.
Transformation briefly bathed the bedroom in the light of midday. Blazer was back in her superheroine uniform, which she quickly disrobed herself out of and placed safely atop a dresser. Everything was slightly taller, slightly buffer. Blazer’s breasts were ever-so-slightly larger than in her Mandy form, with nipples subtly pinker and perkier. Not that anyone other than Mecha Man was likely to see those anytime soon.
An unwelcome thought invaded Mandy’s mind. Well, Mecha Man and…
“S-stupid Visi,” Blazer said. She opened her nightstand and pulled out…
… a discrete tool. A titanium dildo, specced for super-empowered individuals.
She wasn’t about to get back to sleep, and really, Mandy/Blazer was now all worked up and in need of further release.
Hours passed in the lightless bedroom, until thin streaks from a California sunrise peeked through the blinds. A statuesque blonde sat hunched over on top of wrinkled sheets. A full bottle of lube sat on the nightstand.
One hand cupped a diamond-hard nipple while another worked a slender, tapered-off solid titanium rod into an untamed blonde bush down below.
Blazer’s immaculate teeth chewed on her lower lip as she was preoccupied in deep concentration. The pendant around her neck was her only adornment.
The heroine shuddered. A moan escaped her quivering lips.
“R-Robert~” she managed, just before hours’ worth of dammed up pleasure overflowed.
Muscles tensed. Mandy's mouth hung open as her eyes rolled until her vision blurred. She just barely registered a lewd moan before her senses failed her. When she next felt anything at all, it was a pleasant ache from arching her back too long--and the vague awareness of a great pressure giving way in her core, having released a super-powered sheet-staining squirt.
Moans escaped the room and into the crisp SoCal early morning as she continued to rub and impale herself on the superheroine self-pleasure aid. Soon those eyes rolled back into place, while her perfectly 'O' shaped lips morphed into a lazy, self-satisfied smile. Blonde Blazer continued to rub her sweat-slick skin as she looked down upon herself as if admiring her handywork.
Tomorrow was laundry day. At least she had the day off.