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Life with Alpha: Unexpected Visitors, Further Stories Chapter Three:
Endowed

   by A.  Pseudonym

   Chapter Codes: MF, size, MC, cartoon, comic book

   Disclaimer: All artificial persons/dimensional visitors herein are based
on characters owned by their creators, not the author.  Specifically,
Mighty Endowed is the property of DC Comics.

   * * * * *

   I somehow restrained myself from yelling and kept my exclamation to a
much quieter if somewhat growly, "I can't fucking believe it.  It's just
not fair!"

   "I thought you would be pleased that she arrived by herself."

   "Well...  yeah, at least there's that.  It's just that...  she's just a
one-shot joke!"

   "She has appeared in more than one publication from DC..."

   "But even so, she'll still a one-note joke of a character."

   "You would be a better judge of that," said Alpha soothingly.

   "Lemme see if...  Kara!  Is Kara around?"

   "She should arrive very soon."

   I stuck my head out of my office door and again yelled, "Kara!" My cries
were cut short when she rounded the corner.

   "I heard we had another new arrival.  Trouble?" She looked slightly
worried.

   "No, not like that," I said ushering her into my office.  "It's more...
Have you ever heard of Young Justice?"

   "Sure, for a while they were like the junior Justice League."

   "Good.  Now, have you ever heard of Mighty Endowed?"

   "No.  Should I have?  Is that an actual name?"

   "She was kind of their first villain, but she was basically a joke. 
Look at her."

   I turned the screen to face her, showing a woman with the largest
breasts I had ever seen was sitting in a chair back home.  Her boobs
literally filled her lap and were spilling over the arms of the chair. 
Through some special comic-book-only method of costume design, her
one-piece, strapless, swimsuit-like outfit stayed in place, keeping the
view PG.  She had odd facial markings that could either indicate a slightly
feline body or makeup appropriate for a SciFi convention.

   "Holy...!" Kara exclaimed.  "Is that...  Are those real?  And yes, I
understand the irony of me asking that question."

   "Well, they're...  they're her superpower?"

   "Her breasts are her superpower?"

   "Pretty much.  She was a normal, mostly flatchested woman before she
touched...  I don't remember if it was an alien artifact or what...  but it
gave her...  those.  Her superpower is that most men will do whatever she
asks.  Her weakness is that she mostly can't stand or walk without
support."

   Kara started cackling like a madwoman, which was not the reaction I
expected.  I thought she might feel threatened since one of her physical
standout advantages among the sea of females was that she was in contention
for largest bust size, a competition which had somehow never actually
happened...  a competition which was now moot, as a new victor had
obviously just arrived and completely out-massed the competition.

   When she caught her breath, she apologized.  "Sorry, I was just
imagining Superboy and Robin and Impulse having HER as their first villain.
They were teenage boys back with Young Justice!  They'd just stand there
with their mouths hanging open."

   "So...  never heard of her before?"

   "Nope."

   "See!" I exclaimed triumphantly, turning back to the computer screen.

   "I was not arguing the point with you, Frank," Alpha replied, "but if I
was, all that would mean is that Kara had not heard of her before."

   "What?" asked Kara, confused.

   "I was just...  She's a one-note joke of a villain," I explained.  "If
she has any real powers, I don't know what they might be.  So why is she
here?"

   "Well...  why are any of us?"

   "No, I mean...  you know the arrival numbers have gotten out of control,
right?"

   "I thought they had evened out?"

   "Evened out at an out of control level."

   "Huh?"

   "But the thing is, everyone who's showed up has...  you know...  been
somebody.  She's nobody."

   "Nobody?"

   "Okay, that was mean of me, and I retract the statement...  but she...
doesn't fit."

   "Doesn't fit how?"

   "She was a teenage sex joke in a comic book.  I doubt she ever even
existed in your world.  But here she is!"

   "Well, maybe you have a point, but I'm not sure what the point is."

   I slumped into my chair.  "Me, neither."

   "What about Mary?  Wouldn't she count as a teenage sex joke?"

   "Mary...  you mean, Hello Nurse?  Well, she was...  I don't know... 
Hell, I don't even think she was ever given an actual name in the cartoons,
so maybe she'd fall in the same category, but her world was nothing like
yours.  Besides, you've met her.  The cartoon may have used her as a sex
joke, but in real life, she's actually really smart and friendly."

   Alpha helpfully popped up with a more accurate character summation,
saying, "'Hello Nurse' is given as her actual name in the Animaniacs
series, but her explanations of her background describe her situation as a
role she was hired to play, along the same lines as was seen in Who Framed
Roger Rabbit.  However, she does claim to have been a licensed nurse in her
world before she agreed to the Animaniacs role."

   "And maybe..." Kara failed to repress a snigger as she pointed at the
screen, "Maybe she's smart and friendly too.  Plus, as long as you're
looking for comparisons, there are some others that aren't famous or
anything."

   "Like who?" I asked, a bit more confrontationally than I meant.

   "Like...  whatshername...  Demming, with the Cobra group."

   "Well...  maybe."

   "And the elves.  Did you ever find out if they were from anything?  Any
books or movies or anything?"

   "If you believe their claims, they probably have fifty names each, but
so far...  no.  Shayera claims Puck used to chase her, and he's famous...
but that probably doesn't count."

   "So?" she asked, her hands on her hips.

   "She still doesn't feel like she fits," I mumbled quietly, refusing to
admit defeat.

   "Is she a furry?" Kara wondered aloud, squinting a bit at the screen,
her tone indicating a change of topic.

   I didn't know offhand, so, welcoming the slight change of topic, I
turned to our resident all-knowing observer.  "Alpha?"

   "She appears to be covered with fine, very short-haired fur, though I
cannot confirm it covers her entire body.  Her nails have claw-like
features.  Overall, yes, she seems to be a 'furry'."

   We watched the aforesaid 'one note joke' being helped to her feet as two
Alphadroids bore most of the weight of her chest, as they slowly escorted
her to the kitchen so she could eat.  Kasumi had shown up and was
delicately trying to hand her a pamphlet while avoiding contact with the
newcomers chest.

   "We're going to need to build some kind of robot boob carrier for her,
aren't we?" I asked a bit disconsolately.

   "Yup," agreed Kara.  "But on the upside, we don't have to worry about
her escaping.  The poor thing can't really walk on her own, can she?"

   "And how do you even know the term 'furry'?" I asked, turning on her
with fake ferocious inquiry.

   "Minerva, remember?"

   "Yeah, but you were there when we saw the first video feed of Minerva
and Mary's arrival, and I distinctly remember you referring to her as a
furry before anyone else."

   Kara sighed dramatically and put a wrist to her forehead, as if
exhausted by the effort of memory.  "It was many, many years ago when I was
taking a weekend off in San Francisco.  Grodd showed up in town with this
ray that turned people into humanoid versions of animals.  I was turned
into a lemur girl right next to a fetish convention...."

   "Uh huh," I said with a grin.

   It wasn't until the conversation was over that I realized I had
completely treated my fake Kara as if she were the real thing.  I was in
danger of slipping into the fiction.  While it was easy to blame the
extradimensional arrivals, I knew I couldn't let myself lose track of what
was true.  I spent the next few minutes reorganizing my thoughts and
refocusing myself.

   I snapped out of it to find Kara massaging my shoulders.

   "You okay?"

   "I'm fine, I just...  I mean, it's not her.  I guess she's technically a
bad guy, but she was never even remotely a threat in the comics.  I just
get tired sometimes."

   "Poor baby," she cooed soothingly.  "Too many women demanding too much
of your time."

   "Hey, I'd like some real sympathy, if you don't mind," I protested.

   She responded by leaning over the top of the short-backed chair I was
sitting in, letting her boobs press against my head while she bent down to
kiss my forehead from above.  If I didn't know better, I'd think she liked
framing my head with her breasts, given how often she did it.

   I bent my head back so I could meet her lips for a tender, if brief,
kiss.

   "I really do wish it would stop," I said quietly.

   "I know.  Me too," she agreed with a whisper.  "But for now, we have to
take things as they are, not as we wish they would be."

   A couple minutes later, we were sitting on the office's small couch,
making out.  Kara and I...  my original Kara, that is...  tended to have
sex a bit more often than anyone else, and that day was no exception.  Even
so, it probably counted as a quickie.

   We didn't even take off our clothes that time.  When we were both ready,
she leaned over one end of the couch, pulled her pants and panties down to
mid-thigh and I plunged into her from behind, my own pants at my ankles. 
We weren't trying for a long encounter, so when she came five minutes
later, I let myself go inside her.

   While we were cleaning up, I asked, "So, how much of that Grodd/lemur
story was bullshit?"

   Tearing her eyes from the sight of Endowed's breasts resting on the
dining room table -- breasts almost literally so large they prevented her
food from being placed within her reach -- Kara looked at me with a twinkle
in her eyes.

   "Most of it, though I did fight Grodd in Frisco once.  I'm surprised you
didn't call me on it right away."

   "Well, I enjoy a good story, true or not, plus some of the things that
did actually happened to you were pretty silly."

   "True enough."

   Opening my office door, I stuck my head out and spoke to Betsy, my
secretary.  I was still getting used to having a human secretary instead of
just asking Alpha to do everything.  We were doing our best to find jobs
for everyone that wanted to work, and to be fair, Betsy was usually a
pretty good secretary...  sorry, executive assistant.

   "What's up, boss?  Need some towels to clean up?" she asked with a grin.

   I ignored her little jab and asked, "Would you ask Dr.  Porter to join
me?  You and Aeon are welcome to come in too, once she's here."

   Aeon was the on-duty human bodyguard at the moment.  Perhaps I should
point out that she was dressed in a normal woman's dark suit and tie. 
While she might prefer very showy, Dominatrix-style outfits like the one
she arrived in, she had agreed to dress more professionally when on duty.
Besides, she had to keep her guns and knives out of view.  (Yes, she had
gotten a legal concealed carry permit...  which was based on the fake
identity and background Alpha had created for her.)

   "Is this about whoever the newcomer is?"

   "How did you...?  Oh, right.  Me yelling earlier.  Sorry 'bout that."

   "No problem."

   A few minutes later, Kara had gone back to work, and I was showing video
of Mighty Endowed to our top robot designer, alongside my formerly vampiric
secretary.

   "Okay...  I'm not really sure how to react.  She's certainly memorable,"
Vivian commented.

   Betsy, who you could normally not silence without a gag, watched in
stunned silence.

   "That she is," I agreed.  "Viv, we need to build her a carrying cart of
some sort."

   "Oh, yes...  I suppose so, but I've never really..." She gave herself a
mental shake.  "Yes, it shouldn't be a problem.  I'll need measurements and
design specs."

   "Such as?"

   "Well...  does it need to be motorized?  Chair-based or walking support?
Should it be an Alpha host?  Remote control?  Does it need to climb stairs?
Speed requirements?  Collapsible?  Will she be...  ummm...  loading herself
into it every morning by herself?  All day use or only for travel?"

   "Good questions.  I think we'll need to have a long talk with her this
evening.  I expect her to be limited to the house and grounds, given her
inhuman appearance."

   "Inhuman is right.  Nothing human could be that big," agreed Betsy.

   "I mean her fur and ears and facial markings and talons and such."

   "Hey, whaddayaknow?  She does have fur and all that."

   "You mean you didn't notice..."

   "She's just...  it's hypnotic.  You can't look away..." Betsy turned her
head side to side slightly, her eyes never leaving the image on the screen.
"The poor thing is...  deformed..." Betsy continued to stare at the screen.
I observed that 'poor thing' was how half of the women so far had referred
to our newest visitor.

   "I'll make some notes on possibilities, and we can work out the specs
later once we talk with her and make our measurements," Vivian Porter said,
glancing at the still-hypnotized Betsy as she left the room.

   "Thank you!" I called after her.

   Aeon, who had observed but remained silent throughout, reluctantly
followed Vivian out of my office, correctly guessing what was going to
happen to Betsy, but she understood that bodyguards who were on duty were
off limits, sexually speaking.

   Turning back to Betsy, I briefly wondered if I should just switch off
the video feed, then came up with a better idea.  So far, today had been
surprisingly light on sexual encounters -- Kara had only been my second of
the day, and it was already early afternoon -- plus I knew that Betsy had
stopped wearing underwear.

   I had read the first two of her book series and knew that this version
of Betsy was not quite the same as the book version.  For example, I was
pretty certain that the book version wouldn't be wearing a short skirt with
no underwear while at work.  Then again, neither she nor the vast majority
of women I hosted would have been willing to share their lover with other
women if they had been identical to their source characters.

   (Quick side note: Never call her Elizabeth.  Yes, that is her name, but
she only responds to 'Betsy'.  No, that's not quite correct.  She only
responds nicely and nonviolently when you call her 'Betsy'.  The reason? 
Her last name is Taylor.)

   So, don't hold it against the real/book version of Betsy when I say that
when I reached under her skirt from behind and started fingering her slit,
her response was to brace her arms against the desk and bend over.

   She used to be a model, back in her pre-vampire days, which included
swimsuit modeling, which meant she kept her pubic area carefully trimmed
and shaved (something roughly a third of the new women didn't do).  I
slowly worked my two middle fingers into her pussy, with my outer two
fingers curling against and sliding back and forth across her smooth outer
lips.  I leaned my upper body against hers, running my other hand under her
blouse and planting little kisses on her neck and shoulders, nudging her
long blonde hair out of the way with my nose.

   She had begun quietly chanting, "Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck...."

   I found that I could control the pitch and speed of her little chant
with a combination of vaginal and nipple play.  I kept at it for a few
minutes until I was able to turn the chant into a high-pitched squeak as
she came.  I hadn't even touched her clit.

   By that time, I was fully erect again and dropped my pants.  Knowing her
orgasm had fully lubricated her vagina, I was fully embedded in her cunt in
two thrusts.  She twisted her head and upper body around enough for a long,
deep kiss, after which we settled into some serious fucking.

   I may have mentioned it before, but the frequency of my sexual
encounters really helps my staying power.  I think my record is just over
two hours, but doing it for that long is very exhausting.

   In this particular case, I lasted close to twenty minutes, which is
actually much longer than I had planned for, and a bit surprising with
Betsy.

   Betsy actually had a very tight cunt.  She was definitely not a virgin
when she arrived, but either her vampire husband had a very small dick
(something not supported by descriptions in the book) or her books were
correct and her vampire body regenerated and reset itself each day, which
kept her very virginally tight before coming to this world.  Or I'm just
overthinking it all and she just naturally had a small, tight little pussy.

   She also possessed lovely C-cup breasts topped by appropriately cute
little pink nipples, long, slim legs and a curvy little ass.

   Regardless, Betsy certainly didn't object to a twenty minute fuck.  I
counted three more orgasms from her, and left her a quivering mess on my
floor.

   Well, I didn't actually LEAVE her there.  Once I had recovered enough, I
gently moved her to my couch and cleaned her up with a washcloth from my
private bathroom.

   Betsy was simply very likeable.  True, she could often be bitchy,
abrasive and foul-mouthed.  She wasn't really all that bright, and tended
to fixate on trivialities and shoes.  She was very attractive, but the same
could be said for most of the women at home.  She...  where was I going
with this?  Oh, yeah.  Despite all the negatives, she was honest,
forthright and could sometimes be very charismatic.  She was one of the few
women around me that I could count on to always give her honest opinion and
not just tell me what I wanted to hear.  And she could be a lot of fun.

   As I was contemplating all of this, she slowly sat up and started making
herself look presentable.

   "Gotta love the perks here," she mumbled before stumbling into my
bathroom.



   So, all that happened after lunch.  When I was driven home that evening,
I invited Dr Porter to ride with me and took the opportunity to eat her out
for most of the drive.

   Why not just fuck her, you might ask?  Two reasons: First, I had just
come from a blowjob given by Cho half an hour earlier, so I wouldn't have
had time to finish a normal fuck.  Second, I knew that Vivian was
uncomfortable making love outside the bedroom, but to her, oral sex didn't
count, so it could be done anywhere.  So cunnilingus it was.

   So why have sex at all?  Because she was an awesome help and deserved
it, that's why.  Regardless of other scheduling, I tried to be sure to give
her at least one or two orgasms each week.



   Once we were home I took a minute to finish cleaning up in the bathroom
before joining with Vivian and a few others to go meet our newest arrival.

   It was easy to figure out where she was; we simply had to watch the flow
of foot traffic.  Everyone wanted to see her.

   Very few people were interacting with her, they just wanted to stare at
her for a couple minutes.  I will admit, seeing her in person was a much
more moving experience.

   She was apparently engrossed in a computer screen, even though her arms
couldn't really use a keyboard very well.  For that matter, it looked as
though her hands might barely be able touch each other if she encompassed
the bulk of her mammaries and squeezed.  I speculated that she might be
able to type if her chest were held up a bit and if she was able to work
without seeing the keyboard.  Regardless, at that moment, she controlled
the system using a combination of headset and mouse.

   I cleared my throat, but it took her a few seconds to look up.  (I think
Alpha told her I was there via her headset.)

   As soon as she saw me, her eyes lit up and she rotated her chair around
to face me.

   She was indeed covered with fine, short, tawny or tan fur, with long,
thick, lustrous hair on her head which was a shade darker...  an
Auburn/Gold mix, maybe?  Triangular, cat-like ears poked up through her
hair, and the edges of her cheeks and forehead showed cat-like stripes
coming from her back.  She had green eyes and when she smiled, she showed
two upper and two lower fang-like incisors, but otherwise seemed to have
normal teeth.

   "At last, a man!  Frank, I assume?"

   "Correct, and you are Nina Dowd?"

   "That name no longer has any meaning for me, for I am, now and forever,
Mighty Endowed!"

   Not quite a direct quote from the Young Justice comic I had reread
earlier in the day, but close enough.  Also note the 'clever' name.  N. 
Dowd to Endowed.  Oh, so funny.

   "Now, tell me, are you in charge here?" she asked arrogantly.

   "Well, more or less."

   "Excellent.  First, I need many more robot slaves, then we shall discuss
taking over the local government and working our way up."

   "Uhh...  no."

   "What?  Look upon me and do as I say!"

   I think I smiled a little as I shook my head.

   "What is going on..." She looked down at her mighty endowments and
scowled.  "Turn on, damn you!"

   She started slapping her own breasts, followed by pushing and poking
them.  Finally, she pulled down the cups of her outfit, exposing nipples
the size of bottle tops and areolae the size of salad plates.  I noted that
her fur did indeed cover the rest of her visible body -- and cat-like
stripes showed on her sides, apparently indicating that the fur coloration
on her back showed a stripe pattern -- but at least the nipple area was
bare flesh.

   "Glow, damn it!" she muttered as she started squeezing and pulling on
her nipples.

   It struck me that she was treating her boobs like old electronics,
failing to turn on.

   "Hey now," I said, moving closer and motioning the others for a little
help.  I grabbed one of her hands and held it away from her chest.  "Don't
hurt yourself.  Most superpowers don't work here, including glowing breasts
that I'm guessing were supposed to hypnotize me or something?"

   She was on verge of tears.  "But I...  Without my power, I'd...  I can't
go back to being plain old Professor Dowd."

   "I really don't think there's any danger of that," commented Carol, who
was holding onto her other hand.  Carol was able to securely hold Miss
Endowed's hand with only one of hers, freeing her other hand to gently
smooth the fur and flesh on display.  Meaning, she was copping a feel under
the guise of being helpful and gentle.

   "Let's just pull your top back up to make this less awkward.  Then we
can sit and have a civilized conversation, but I'll tell you right now that
no one is going to be taking over the government or whatever.  All right?"

   Miss Dowd seemed to pull herself together a little and nodded.  "Tissue,
please," she said, making it more demand than request.

   We released her hands, and someone held out a box of Kleenex to her. 
She took a tissue, dabbed her eyes, blew her nose and tried to look
imperious again.

   She gave an odd smile and asked, "Are you sure you want me to cover up?
Most men would be willing to cut off body parts to see what you're seeing
now."

   "As I said, I think our conversation will be more comfortable if we're
all clothed."

   I tried to maintain a steady stare at her face as she tried to pull her
top back up.  Tried and failed.  I guess I'm just human after all.

   Her breasts really were amazingly huge, and more than that, they were
somewhat inhuman.  Normal human breasts that size would be hanging down
around her waist, while hers were doing a much better job of remaining firm
and upright, so to speak.  While they weren't actually defying gravity,
something in her physical makeup kept their shape much rounder than they
probably should have been.

   After half a minute struggling to squeeze back into her clothes, Carol
and Urd stepped up to either side of her and helped reposition the top part
of her outfit to cover the top part of her figure.  From a pure physics
standpoint, I wasn't certain how the top stayed up.  It had no shoulder
straps and must have been under quite a bit of strain, given what it was
containing.  At that particular moment, I couldn't even remember what her
comic book outfit had looked like for comparison.  I bet that if she had
been physically able to jump up and down and remain upright, the top would
almost certainly have fallen down.  (A conversation with Alpha the
following day revealed that her outfit included flexible metal support
strips, something I could have easily noticed myself if my eyes hadn't been
fixed on something else.)

   We had a twenty minute conversation about her self and her situation.  I
got contradictory impressions that Miss Endowed both felt that she deserved
to rule the world and that she was just one more problem away from having a
full emotional breakdown.

   She was receptive to the idea of mobile mechanical support, and we went
down to the basement lab to make full measurements.  (Maybe I should point
out that Alpha wasn't concerned enough about her to want to install a
control implant, but we did inject a basic tracker.)

   We didn't really have a good setup available to weigh her boobs, not
even individually.  Though we did try to use a tabletop laboratory scale,
even a single breast overflowed the scale's plate and spilled out onto the
table itself.  We ended up weighing her as a whole and letting Alpha make
an estimate based on visual measurements and how much force her Alphadroids
had needed to help her move around.  (Fifty-three pounds per breast, plus
or minus nine pounds; her overall body is denser than a normal human's,
which explains the large uncertainty.)

   When it came time to make detailed measurements, Vivian wasn't nearly as
uncomfortable doing so as I had expected her to be.  With a normal tailors
measuring tape, she checked the newcomers height, arms, legs, inseams,
outseams, limb circumference, waist size, hip size, and even skull size. 
And of course, she measured each boob individually in all three dimensions.

   Then we had a long, detailed discussion about Endowed's needs and wants.
Since we were not able to provide gravity-defying Sci-Fi-style hover chair
she wanted, we debated the advantages and disadvantages of things like
motorized wheel chairs, rolling upright carriers and exoskeletons.

   We eventually decided that our initial efforts should focus on a powered
carrier that would allow her to walk around as a normal person, since we
could build a simple version in a day which would also let her climb
stairs, and which could partly collapse to let her sit down.  ('Simple'
being a relative term.) Alpha started building parts overnight using AARD's
machine and electronics shops.

   Other people offered to help in different ways.  Washu offered her help,
but it turns out that the main thing she wanted was a DNA sample.  (And a
breast milk sample, but the subject wasn't lactating.  Oh dear god, I just
imagined...  what would her breasts be like if she gave birth?) A dozen or
so women offered to act as boob carriers on a rotating schedule until her
mechanical carrier was ready.

   * * *

   One moment of humor, from my perspective, came when we left her sitting
alone for a minute, after ten or fifteen minutes of crowding her with lots
of handling and measurements.  Miss Endowed looked around confused for a
moment, felt underneath her chest overhang, then asked, "Okay, is someone
down in front of me where I can't see them?"

   I glanced over and replied, "Not that I can see."

   "Well, there's definitely something down there," she complained, trying
to lift her left boob.

   I saw a flash of something pushing against the fabric and had a moment
of insight.

   "Shayera Alustrial!  Leafrider!  Front and center!" I ordered loudly.

   A second later, Shayera Alustrial was standing in front of me.  I heard
what might have been a muffled, "No" coming from Endowed's direction.

   "Leafrider, come out from there this instant," I ordered.

   A baseball-size head pushed up through her cleavage.  "But I like it in
here," she whined.

   Mighty Endowed shrieked and started hitting at Leafrider's head, which
quickly pulled itself back down into the soft flesh.

   "Get it out!  Get it out!" she yelled, practically shredding her outfit
as she pulled the fabric down and away in an attempt to get at the small
elf.  She was quickly topless again, and once again hitting her own
breasts, though for a completely different reason this time.

   "It's okay, it's okay," I said, my voice moving from reassuring to
threatening.  "Leafrider is an elf who lives here, and who is about to be
in a huge amount of trouble if she doesn't get out from there right now!"

   This time, various narrow limbs and body parts slowly appeared below
Endowed's boobs, gradually assembling themselves into the shape of a
two-and-a-half foot tall elf.  A naked elf, that is.  Once she was fully
free of Endowed's enveloping flesh, she shoved an arm back up and felt
around until she finally pulled out a small dress.  This last invasion
apparently tickled, as it set her to giggling and laughing until the elf's
dress and arm were completely removed.

   "Spoilsport," Leafrider complained as she stood next to Endowed, shaking
out the dress.  "I'll have you know it was very warm and squishy and
comfortable inside there."

   "It was an uninvited invasion of privacy," I chided.

   "What?  That doesn't count.  I wasn't even actually inside her,"
Leafrider said dismissively, pulling her dress over her head.

   Thus the elves started out on the wrong foot with Mighty Endowed and
failed to develop a friendship as they had with Giganta.  For a while, that
is.  It was very easy to get angry with the elves, but very difficult to
remain so.

   The incident also pointed out another interesting observation: Mighty
Endowed's endowments were possibly wider across than one of our
two-and-a-half foot tall elves was tall.

   As it turns out, she really had torn her outfit in her panic, and we
didn't have anything in the house that could fit her.  (Well, we had pants
and skirts and such for her normal-sized lower half, but I'm sure everyone
knows what I meant.) For the moment, we wrapped a bolt of fabric around her
chest and pinned it together.  Her clothes were going to have to be custom
made.  Her current outfit was repaired and she wore it the following two
days until we had other clothes ready for her.  (Alpha actually manually
designed and crafted her bras, which required advanced engineering skills.)

   * * * * *

   I'm going to skim over some of the next few days.

   Mighty Endowed instantly became a curiosity within the household. 
Fortunately, she reveled in the attention and, for a while, was happy to
let other women feel and intimately examine her awesome boobage.  But that
wasn't the same as making friends.

   Aside from the initial fascination, her condition tended to engender
either jealousy or sympathy, and her attitude tended to turn sympathy into
dismissal at best, or hatred at worst.  (Not let's-kill-her hatred, but
social-outcast hatred.)

   A few other women did gather around her in a somewhat friendly way,
including Jessie from Team Rocket, Lydia from Danny Phantom, the Puma
sisters from Dominion Tank Police, Naga from Slayers and Amy Belcher from
Image comics.  They didn't really form a proper clique, but I was happy to
see that Miss Endowed wasn't becoming a social pariah.

   Actually, come to think of it, all but one of that group -- Lydia -- had
noticeably large breasts.  While it was far from a comprehensive list of
big-boobed residents, their cup sizes were probably a contributing factor
to their friendship somehow.  (Well, technically AnnaPuma and UniPuma could
alter their breast size at will, but the two former sex droids tended to
keep them pretty well inflated.  Apparently in one of their series, they
revealed an ability to shrink/grow their entire bodies, but in this world,
they only retained control over their cup size.)

   So...  where was I?  Ah, developments.

   With help from a few residents handy with sewing machines, Alpha
designed and produced a dozen support bras for Nina -- Yes, "Nina".  Maybe
she doesn't like using her birth name, but I'll be damned if I'm going to
call her "Mighty Endowed" all the time, even when she's not around.

   Vivian and Alpha provided her with a working, motorized boob carrier
less than two days after they made their measurements.  It worked and even
climbed stairs pretty safely, but tended to trip up a bit when moving from
one type of floor covering to another and when moving across bumps in the
floor, and, even worse, it shorted out when she took a shower.  Version two
of the boob carrier moved more smoothly but Nina started complaining about
pinched skin and small bruises.  Version three seemed to satisfy all
practical concerns, because Nina's only remaining complaint was that it
wasn't very attractive or fashionable.

   Getting in and out of bed was a different issue.  Nina, who could only
sleep on her back for obvious reasons, was unable to sit up on her own, let
alone load herself into the carrier.  We installed ropes and handles to aid
her in sitting up by herself, but she still required someone else to help
load her mammaries into the carrier.

   Lowering herself into bed was theoretically easier, but changing her
position after basically falling backwards into bed was difficult. 
Fortunately, that solution was pretty simple: silk and satin sheets.  With
smooth, slick sheets, she could push herself around the bed at will.  We
also helped by giving her one of those therapeutic beds that can angle the
top third of the bed up and down.

   On a personal level, in her first few days here, I occasionally caught
her glaring at me.  I couldn't figure out why, until I talked with Alpha
about it.  From conversations she had overheard and her own observations,
Nina was blaming me for not being her mind-controlled slave.  Maybe not
consciously, but on some level she was.  The hostility faded after only a
few days as she became accustomed to her new surroundings, had more
conversations with other women who were in similar situations...  and as
whatever affected women here messed with her brain and created/increased
her attraction to me.

   Her personal situation was also improved by her third night here, by
which time she started going to bed with other women.  While not everyone
wanted to sleep with her, enough wanted to experiment with her gigantic
female flesh that she rarely lacked for company.  From what I heard,
sixty-nines were awkward and only possible if the other woman was tall
enough to arch their body over the middle ground, otherwise one woman would
satisfy the other, then be repaid in kind.

   Her life outside the bedroom was somewhat restricted as well.

   First, she was restricted to the property.  She tried to leave the
estate four times in the first week, once with help from other residents
(who were just humoring her), twice with her boob carrier (which was
remotely monitored by Alpha and could be remotely frozen) and once when she
tried to transfer her burden to a two-tiered gardening cart.

   As for activities within the estate, we did our best to keep a wide
variety of productive, educational and entertaining options available, but
a lot of them required free movement or at least the ability to use your
hands and eyes normally with objects in front of you.

   Still, she was able to find things to do.

   We have an extensive media library, including a large collection of
books, comics and magazines, a huge TV and movie library and an enormous
music library.  Though she wasn't able to safely swim -- her body was a bit
denser than normal, as previously stated -- she enjoyed sunbathing.  (Not
that she could get a tan.  Even very short fur can prevent things like
that.)

   We were even able to work out an exercise regimen for her.  She knew her
sedentary lifestyle would undoubtedly lead to unpleasant obesity without
some kind of activity -- and she was very vain -- so she was eager for
something to keep her in shape.  Things like yoga and sit-ups were out, but
her arms and lower body were compatible with some kinds of exercise
equipment.

   Her favorite evening activity was Karaoke.  As it turns out, she
actually had a pretty good singing voice.  (Please, no lung jokes.) The
household boasted a few dozen excellent singers, so while she wasn't the
best, she was good enough that people would quiet down a bit to listen when
her turn came around.

   Oh, one other important note: her back.  By her third day here, she had
begun complaining of lower back problems.  While pain killers would help,
we couldn't ignore the possible damage being done by her upper body weight.

   A major question was why this was only now a problem?  Why hadn't she
experienced these challenges in her home world?  We had no answer to that,
aside from general vague comments about differences in the laws of physics.

   A more pressing question was how to compensate?  She absolutely refused
to consider breast reduction surgery (to many sighs of relief).  The boob
carrier helped a great deal, but it didn't eliminate the problem.

   On the evening of her seventh day here, Alpha began a series of
overnight surgeries to strengthen her back muscles and implant extra
support mechanisms.  She would probably need such surgeries once or twice a
year, but at least it seemed to help her in the short term.

   On the evening of her eighth day here, she appeared on my nightly
schedule.

   * * * * *

   "So, Miss Dowd, how are you adjusting?"

   "Well, in a lot of ways, this is worlds better than when I was in DEO
custody."

   (DEO stands for Department of Extranormal Operations, one of the many
secretive, possibly government-based, organizations in the DC universe
created to deal with superpowered individuals, aliens and such.)

   "That's good to hear.  Is there anything I can do to help out more? 
Other than let you go, that is?"

   "More robotic servants and independent control over them."

   "I am happy to provide you what you need, but I'm not going to fund any
projects that might have goals that cause problems.  You'll have access to
enough droids to meet your personal needs, but that's all.  Do you have any
requests that I'd be willing to fulfill?"

   She was quiet for over half a minute before quietly saying, "I'd like
more friends, and, if you're the only man I can interact with, I'd like
more time with you.  I enjoy spending time with other women, but I'm not
gay."

   We were sitting in what I was told was a 'tea room'.  It was decorated
in 1900 era curtains, lace, furniture and so on.  The doors were closed to
give us privacy, though three Alphadroids and EDI stood nearby to provide
security and aid as needed.  The two of us had just finished a very light
dinner, made up of things like cucumber slices topped with something that
looked like cottage cheese, pieces of fruit, crackers with stuff on them
and cookies that were barely sweet.

   I moved from my chair to sit next to her on the couch.

   "I'm available a lot of the time, but my schedule isn't entirely my own
and I do run a business.  You understand that, right?"

   "Yes."

   "And I cannot promise any kind of committed relationship."

   "I...  I know, it's just that...  I mean, before, I was..."

   She took a deep breath and let loose with a fast-talking gush of
explanation.

   "I've never been good at talking to men.  I was always flat-chested and
plain and everyone ignored me except maybe when they were drunk and just
wanted to get laid.  In fact, that's how I lost my virginity and learned
what men are really like.  Then I got my powers and suddenly everyone paid
attention to me and I had control.  They listened to me and did what I
said, so I thought maybe my life up until then was just showing me what the
world was really like so I'd know how to fix it.  And the sex was...  oh
the sex got so much better.  And worse.  I could make everyone eat me out
for hours at a time, just really lay back and enjoy it and make them put on
shows for me.  I mean, you haven't lived until you see a bunch of straight
guys have a gay orgy just because you mentioned that you'd like to see it.
Women, too.  I couldn't control all women, but some of them...  I think it
only works on women that are gay or bi to some degree, but when it does
work, it's glorious.  I mean, at range.  If I can actually touch them, it
doesn't matter if a woman is a hundred percent hetero, because I can have
her licking my cootchie in seconds as long as I can touch 'em.  Women give
the best oral sex, you know?  But the downside was that guys couldn't
actually fuck me long enough for me to come.  They just let loose after
only a few seconds, which is no good at all.  I tried things like cock
rings and viagra and injections that were supposed to keep guys hard for a
long time, but nothing ever worked.  My powers just made them too horny to
control themselves.  So the sex?  Better and worse than ever.  And now, I'm
here...  with you...  and I've talked to all the other women here, and
you're supposed to be, like, some kind of massive stud with epicly long
stamina, but you're immune to my powers.  Or I guess, maybe I just don't
have my powers while I'm here, but either way, I can't just make you obey
me, so now I'm stuck with...  with begging you and I know I should be
monumentally embarrassed, but it's weird, because I have never, not even
once, gotten embarrassed about sexual things since I got my powers.  I can
be embarrassed about, you know, being too top heavy and falling over and
stuff, but not about sex."

   She paused for a few seconds.  "So how about it?"

   My head was still spinning, trying to take in her stream of
consciousness patter.  "About what?"

   "Will you have sex with me?  I'm really hoping you can stay hard long
enough to make me come.  It'll be a first, if you do."

   I thought maybe there was something that covered that in what she had
said, but I wasn't certain since I had missed out on maybe of third of her
rapid patter.  "You mean I'd be the first guy to last long enough?"

   "From one point of view.  More specifically, I'm hoping I'll get my
first orgasm from actual fucking.  With a real, live cock, that is.  I've
had loads from dildos and strap-ons and such.  And from oral sex, of
course, which has generally been 99% of my sex life since I got my powers.
But never from an actual, man's cock, that is, not even back when I was
just Nina."

   "Oh, well, I'm sorry to hear that, but, yes, I'm willing to...  uhhh...
try my best."

   "Good.  I don't mean to be crude...  or rude...  but if you're willing,
that's all I need to hear."

   So saying, she reached for the controls of her boob carrier.  I
intercepted the one hand that was within reach.

   "Hold on," I said with a smile.  "We don't need to rush off.  I don't
know about you, but I like to take my time, especially when it's my first
time with someone."

   She let out a sound somewhere between a sigh and a grunt.  "If you
insist.  What do you want to do first?  Feel up my tits?"

   "Actually, I'd very much like to kiss you."

   For some reason, that gave her pause.  "Kiss?  I...  I don't know.  I
don't really kiss very much..."

   "Why not?"

   "Well, before I changed, men weren't interested, and afterward, there
wasn't really a point to it."

   "Why not?"

   "Because they were my slaves.  You might as well make out with one of
your sexbots.  There's no point to it unless the person on the other end
has a choice in the matter."

   "First, please don't insult Alpha.  She's a fully sentient being, not a
slave, not just a computer or a robot."

   She rolled her eyes at me in a very annoying manner and said, "Fine,
Alpha, I'm sorry if I insulted you."

   I closed my eyes for a few seconds to keep myself calm.  I hadn't been
angry with her first comment, but the teenager-level dismissiveness and
insincerity of the so-called 'apology' really pushed a button I hadn't even
realized I had.  I really don't like it when someone insults Alpha.

   "All right," I said slowly.  "You're new here, so I'll let that pass. 
You'll learn.  But boy, did you just kill the mood."

   "You're kidding.  I insult your computer -- which it wasn't even an
insult to begin with, just a comparison -- and now you're just going to...
what?  Leave me hanging?"

   I stayed silent for a moment, until Alpha spoke up.

   "Frank, may I make a comment?"

   "Of course," I answered automatically.

   "I have not directly interacted very much with Miss Endowed yet, so she
has little reason to think of me as anything other than a normal computer."

   "I...  well..." That made a kind of sense.  Unlike most newcomers, she
had never been lacking someone to ask questions of.  Those early
conversations with Alpha were often what helped newcomers understand Alpha
and her self-awareness and capabilities.

   "Miss Endowed," Alpha continued, turning to Nina, "although it is not a
perfect analogy, how would you feel if someone dismissed your breasts as
being irrelevant to your life?"

   She turned to me and said, "So, your computer is like your own personal
set of boobs?" she asked, though this time I could tell her comment was
obviously meant as a joke.

   I also realized her joke made no effort to counter her previous comments
or address her view of Alpha.  It was just an attempt at a humorous insult
to relieve tension.

   "I think it's more along the lines of life-changing events," I
responded. "It sounds like you getting your...  ummm...  powers...  was
something that redefined your life.  My creation of Alpha was probably the
important and life-altering event in my life."

   "I...  Okay, so maybe your computer is more than I thought, but it's
still just a computer, right?"

   "Alpha is to a normal computers as humans are to monkeys."

   "What is this, the SAT?" she said, raising an eyebrow at me.

   Alpha, of course, couldn't let an academic inaccuracy slip past. 
"Frank, I must point out that monkeys are believed to be from a parallel
line of evolution to Homo Sapiens, not to be considered an evolutionary
ancestor."

   Nina laughed, and I smiled.  "Thank you, Alpha, but it's not the best
time."

   "Very well," Alpha responded.  "I will let you return to your kiss."

   "Were we going to kiss?" I asked.  "You seemed hesitant on the subject."

   "I...  sure.  Come 'ere, computer boy."

   So saying, she leaned over a bit, obviously moving in for a kiss. 
Unfortunately, she leaned over a bit too far and her left hand, which had
been set against the back of the couch for support, slipped, resulting in
her falling on top of me.  The position was awkward enough that I wasn't
being smothered or anything, but I was pinned down somewhat.  Two
Alphadroids and EDI moved in and helped right us.

   We looked at each other and burst out laughing.  For me, the
ridiculousness of it finally pushed away the tension of a moment ago.

   "Here, let me," I said as I leaned over to her.

   I kept it simple, initially.  No tongue.  No groping.

   When I pulled back, she opened her eyes and looked thoughtful.

   "Hmmm.  Not bad, I guess.  I suppose I was just hoping for something
more."

   "We'll get to the 'something more' in a minute.  Do you have any special
fetishes or requests that I should know about?"

   "Fetishes?  Hmmm...  Not really.  Just the normal stuff.  Big cocks and
orgies and submissive slaves and the like."

   "Well, I can't...  wait a minute.  You consider that to be normal?"

   "Sure.  Doesn't everybody?"

   "Just what was your sex life like?  Before your transformation, I mean."

   "Nina Dowd didn't really have much of a sex life.  Two drunk college
parties, then years of monthly dates with Mr Vibrator.  On the other hand,
since my empowerment, I have probably had more sex than anyone else in
history...  except maybe for you, if the other women around here are to be
believed."

   "But," I countered, "all of that sex was either oral or rubber-based,
right?"

   "Eh, I can quibble, but that's 95 to 99 percent correct."

   "And I'm guessing lots of tit fucking?"

   "Actually, no, that's a common misconception I get.  I made it a rule
from the beginning that no man could fuck my boobs unless he had already
satisfied me, meaning fucked me to orgasm."

   "So no one has ever...?"

   "Nope."

   "Well, now I have a specific goal in mind for tonight.  But back to the
subject at hand.  None of the stuff you mentioned is normal.  It might be
closer to normal for this specific household, but that's because of our
unique circumstances.  Even the 'big cock' notion.  Depending what you
consider big..."

   "Oh, don't worry.  I've talked to a number of other ladies about it. 
Nine inches is perfectly acceptable."

   Back with my early experiments and applications of nanites, I had chosen
to enhance my average cock to a nice, thick, nine inches, and I had never
been worried about its size or wanted it to be bigger.  Until now.

   'Perfectly acceptable', my ass.

   I briefly entertained the idea of having Alpha grow my cock out to
eighteen inches...  then realized I'd never be able to fit it all inside
any woman ever again.  Besides, why should I ever accept size-related
comments from...  oh, right, lost my focus there for a minute.

   "Okay," I said, hoping the delay from my little mental distraction
wasn't noticeable.  "Right...  normal.  While you might be able to find a
few women here to agree to play sex slave for a night, I'm not going to be
on that list.  Also, weirdly enough, we really don't have huge orgies.  I
think the biggest we've ever had was eight people, myself included, and
that's pretty unusual.  For me, one to three women is the most common. 
Having four or five women go to bed with me happens two or three nights a
week, but that's really it."

   "You're kidding."

   "Nope.  Too many women here have...  let's say, 'issues', with other
women.  Getting them together in an intimate setting is a recipe for
disaster."

   "Still, five women, plus you, probably counts as a pretty big orgy for
normal people.  I mean, I absolutely consider that to be an orgy."

   "Huh.  Guess you're right.  I suppose it's all relative."

   We both sat in silence for a minute, thinking.  Personally, I didn't
really consider it to be an orgy until you had at least ten people
involved, but technically speaking...  yeah, I think my views on the
subject were definitely skewed.

   "Oh well, tonight, it's just you and me," I said, leaning over for
another kiss.

   This time, I put more effort into the kiss, more focus.  And more
tongue.

   I still didn't really notice the fur covering her face as I kissed her,
but my wandering hands certainly felt it.  There was a bit of a static
charge as I ran my hands over her arms, shoulders and back, enjoying the
smooth, silky feel of her pelt.  Her fur seemed to be an inch deep at most,
but the majority of this body hair was even shorter.  It was thick enough
that I couldn't easily see the underlying skin, but thin enough that I
could drag my fingernails across her body and lightly scratch the
epidermis.

   Her mouth felt human enough to my tongue, though I was able to pick out
her slightly elongated incisors.  I was briefly thankful that her tongue
was human, since I wasn't sure I would even want to French kiss someone
with a scratchy cat's tongue.

   I made these mental notes because Endowed was the first furry that I was
actually able to kiss properly.  Minerva was also a 'proper' furry, but she
had a snout, which made kissing a challenge.  (It wasn't impossible, it's
just that our face shapes couldn't really mesh together properly.) There
were also a few other females with cat-like features -- plenty of anime
girls had ears that seemed to be a cross between human and cats -- but none
of them had fur like Endowed.

   So, I liked to keep a mental spreadsheet of sorts, covering the
differences varying with body types and facial shapes.

   - Minerva Mink probably had the least human mouth of everyone so far,
and I generally excluded her from kissing comparisons because we couldn't
really kiss.  (When she got really lost in the moment, she might lick my
face, including my mouth, open or closed.  Otherwise, our 'kisses' were
closed-mouth lip contact, though I had tongue-kissed her from the side of
her mouth a couple times, just to try it out.)

   - Other recent newcomers -- Demona and Angela -- had the scariest teeth
so far, despite their mouths being human-shaped on the outside.  Their jaws
and teeth were designed to rend flesh and crush stone.

   - Death Adder, with her scaly skin and retractable fangs, had the
scariest kiss overall.  (In fact, she hadn't been allowed to kiss me at all
until Alpha had surgically removed her venom sacks and blunted her fangs.
Without those changes, she'd definitely have the scariest teeth too.)

   - Nuku Nuku had the most ticklish kiss, since her otherwise human face
had whiskers.

   I was still undecided as to whether the weirdest overall kiss was Tali
or the elves.  Tali doesn't have teeth, instead possessing strong, sharp
ridges in her mouth -- Alpha describes their composition as something
similar to keratin; they look a lot like teeth, but they don't feel like it
-- while the elves had relatively normal human-like faces, teeth and
tongues, which were unsettlingly sized down to fit on baseball-sized heads.

   So anyway, as far as kissing goes, Nina was comparatively normal, but
still not quite human.

   She did get an additional weirdness mark because of her ears.  Where
normal humans have ears, she had hair, meaning if the hair was shaved, the
sides of her head would be smooth, unbroken skin.  Instead, she had
triangular cat ears poking up out of her hair from the top of her head. 
(Another mental mark was made in a different column when I figured out her
cat ears were erogenous zones, and I got a big reaction later that evening
when I tried licking them.)

   We sat there for a few minutes, just making out.  A minute or so into
it, she caught hold of one of my hands and directed it to her breasts.  My
hands felt a bit lost, trying to play with these huge tracts of land,
especially through the fabric of her shirt.  Since we had yet to create a
button-down shirt for her that hadn't popped its buttons pretty quickly, I
pulled the shirt free from her pants and worked my arms underneath the bra
to feel her up more directly.  When my questing fingers eventually found
her nipples, I could tell they were as hard as rocks.

   When we finally broke apart, she appeared to be panting slightly, which
I took to be a good thing.

   "Get inside me," she said urgently, while she started trying to fumble
with her pants.

   "Let's head upstairs first," I said.  "This room...  the furniture here
isn't really built for easy sex." Not with her physique anyway.

   "Well, come on then!" she snapped.

   First, though, we had to load her back into her carrier.  Fortunately,
that only took twenty or thirty seconds.  We took the elevator up to the
second floor where my bedroom was located.  While her carrier could climb
stairs, it couldn't do so very quickly.

   Once we were inside my room, Nina shed her shoes, pants and panties
quickly, while still standing.  Removing her shirt and bra took another
three or four minutes, since she first had to carefully settle herself onto
the bed, and disengage from the carrier.  Then the two of us worked
together to carefully remove her shirt without tearing it, then unhook and
remove her enormous bra.

   "What are you doing?" she asked, glancing over at me as she worked her
way back toward the middle of the bed.

   "Condom," I responded, tearing one of the little foil packets open.

   "Don't bother.  DEO said my new physiology is immune to STDs, and they
installed a copper IUD my first week in custody, once they realized they
probably wouldn't be able to forcibly keep me celibate.  Didn't need to
bother, once I realized I'd never be able to get off from men...  well, we
just finished discussing that, didn't we.  I suppose it's useful at the
moment, though."

   "What's a copper IUD?"

   "Contraceptive womb implant.  Kills the sperm.  Normal ones are supposed
to be easily removable, but mine will take surgery to get rid of.  If I
ever decide I want kids, that is.  If I actually CAN have kids."

   "All right, then," I said, dropping the unused condom on my bedside
table.

   She positioned a pillow behind her, let herself fall back so her head
rested it, then spread her legs wide.

   I paused for a moment to take in the sight before me.  Long slim legs
led up to a little slice of heaven.  No pubic hair, or at least no
difference in fur coloration or curliness.  Her general fur color was along
the lines of a striped cat, though from this view, I could only see the
ends of her back stripes as they disappeared on her sides and belly.  Her
breasts, of course, dominated the picture, and they weren't spread out
properly as a human woman's normal, unmodified breasts would normally do.
Oh sure, they shifted and flattened out noticeably, but they remained two
huge, arcing mounds covering her chest.

   I considered eating her out first, but two things stopped me.  First,
she obviously, really wanted a normal fuck.  Second, most of her sex life
so far had consisted of oral sex, so more of the same wouldn't mean much to
her.  I decided I'd prove my cunnilingus skills another time.

   I crawled up towards her, asking, "Are you ready?"

   Her response was to push her right arm against her boob with enough
strength to be able to reach her cunny, where she gently pulled her vaginal
lips apart, revealing a slick interior, almost shiny with lubrication and
juices.

   Without further discussion, I moved into place and slowly fed myself
into her.  She had no physical need for me to go slowly.  She was
thoroughly wet with natural lubrication and her vagina seemed larger than a
normal woman's.  Perhaps that gives the wrong impression.  Her vaginal
canal wasn't loose, it was just designed slightly differently.  Later tests
would confirm that she could accommodate a much larger penis than any man
who wasn't on par with legendary porn stars, but she also had rings of
muscles designed to grip and massage anything inside, muscles which were
only vaguely similar to Kegels.  If anything, it felt like she 'ribbed for
my pleasure'.

   Now I understood why even a blind man might not be able to last long
inside her.  Whatever alien tech had modified her had done so with the
deliberate intention of creating a female to give sexual pleasure to men. I
really felt like I could have come quickly.  Much too quickly.

   On the other hand, I had a few advantages.  First, I had already come
three times that day.  Though it was far from my personal record, I wasn't
on edge.  Second, I had previous experience fucking interesting and alien
pussies.  Tali, Liara, Minerva, Dorothy, Anna & Uni, Leafrider and Shayera
Alustrial, Jocasta, Death Adder, Demona and Angela -- while their vaginas
were similar to a human's to varying degrees, none were normal.  Third, I
was not under whatever sexual mind control she normally applied to men. 
And finally, I had been challenged.

   I figuratively gritted my teeth and buckled down.  By focusing on the
mechanics needed to produce a good sexual experience, I helped greatly
delay my own climax.

   Given the descriptions of her past problems reaching her own climax, I
had expected it to be difficult to make her orgasm.  As it turns out, I
needn't have worried.

   A little less than five minutes after I had begun, her hips thrust up to
meet me with extra force while her legs, which had so far just been splayed
wide, wrapped themselves around my ass, trying to pull me in close.  Her
weighty upper body stayed put, aside from a bit of swaying.

   "Uhhhggguuud...  Oh, finally.  So good," she said, more to the universe
than to me specifically.

   While she held me fast against her own hips, I gave some overdue
attention to her breasts.  I worked one hand under one of her great
attributes, simply for the sensation of being able to literally bury a hand
in furry breast flesh.  While doing this, I placed my lips over one nipple
and sucked.  It was almost too large, being roughly the same size as the
bottle top of a plastic two liter of Coke.

   I felt one of her hands begin to stroke my hair, applying gentle
pressure to the back of my head, keeping me in place.

   I heard her whisper, "Again."

   When her legs finally loosened, I started thrusting again.  To steady
myself, I had to remove my hand from it's warm, furry place of hiding, but
I was still able to keep playing with her nipples for quite a while.

   It took longer to give her a second orgasm, taking nearly ten more
minutes, but this time, she came hard enough that her legs weren't able to
grip me tightly enough to make me stop, so I kept on fucking.  And she kept
on coming.

   I think I was able to give her a two minute orgasm before the sensations
were too much and I exploded inside her.  I must admit, the feelings were
exquisite, even by my standards.  Even my recovery period was more
luxurious than normal, relaxing on soft, furry pillows of female flesh.

   When we had both recovered sufficiently, I rolled off to the side and
looked at her.

   "With a little help," I suggested, "I believe I can be good for another
round."

   "Help?"

   "Well...  you know..." I gestured a little toward my genitals, but her
confused look remained.  "Have you ever give a blow job?"

   "A blow...  Oh..." A look of understanding spread across her face. 
"Ummm, no, I never have.  Even Nina never did.  I've never needed to," she
hugged her breasts to emphasize the point, "and she never got the
opportunity."

   "Well?" I asked.

   "I...  I suppose I can give it a try...  but wouldn't you rather try
these?" Again, she hugged her boobs.  "You earned it, after all."

   Titty fucking has never been a passion of mine, but I've certainly
enjoyed it a number of times before.  Tonight, I was definitely planning to
fuck her cleavage, but even so, I wasn't really interested in finishing
there.

   "If you could start me off first?"

   She nodded and pulled an extra pillow under her head.  I leaned over and
gave her a deep kiss, then moved up so my groin was within her reach.

   She was confident enough when it came to handling my cock and balls with
her hands, but it was almost comical to watch her slowly stick out her
tongue and just barely touch it against the glans of my half-soft penis.

   If I was reading her correctly, she had no qualms at all when it came to
tasting her own juices, but the immediate closeness of a penis gave her
pause.

   "How..." she paused, then regrouped.  "What's the best way for me to
stimulate you?  Should I just lick it, or do I need to suck on it?  Bite
it? I don't think I can swallow it since I've never done this before."

   "No biting, please.  Licking and sucking are both fine.  Just treat it
like an extra large clitoris."

   That comparison got me a snort of laughter.  "Using that comparison, I
should bite and pull on these," she said, cupping my testicles, "like
labia."

   "I would greatly appreciate it if you would refrain," I said with a
smile.  I really wasn't very worried.  My equipment had just given her
something she had wanted for years.  I seriously doubted she was willing to
damage her chances of a repeat performance.  (Please forgive me if I sound
too self-centered or pompous.)

   She started exploring my bits again, just a little at a time.  It took
her two or three minutes, but she slowly licked the entire length and
circumference of my cock.  My balls, she only licked three times, never
touching more than the tip of her tongue to my scrotum.

   Her hesitation and careful approach were actually pretty strong
psychological turn-ons all by themselves.  A woman willing to try something
new with you is always erotic.

   By the time she was sucking on my glans like a lollipop, I judged that I
was hard enough.

   "All right," I said, pulling back.  "Thank you.  I think I'm ready to
avail myself of your reward."

   "Good.  Let's see if you can tell me what the big deal is."

   Normally, I might spread some lube first, but I thought that maybe her
fur was smooth and slick enough without it.  I knelt over her stomach and
quickly slid into her cleavage.  Usually when I did this, I would see my
cock head coming out under the woman's chin.  This time, my cock would need
to be two to three times longer to do the same.

   The feeling was very pleasant.  I had never tit fucked Minerva, but I
imagine the feeling of the fur would be almost the same.  Putting my palms
over her nipples and pressing her flesh together around my cock was an
unforgettable sensation.

   The one drawback to all of it was the fact that it tickled.  Not a lot,
but enough to distract me.  That confirmed that I probably never would have
been able to come from tit fucking her anyway.

   When I explained that to her, she laughed enough that her breasts rolled
back and forth, with little ripples of flesh.

   "Oh, that's perfect," she said when she caught her breath.  "Still, I
have to wonder...  if you were under my control so that you had no real
control over your stamina...  I wonder if it would have made a difference?"

   "From how you've described things, I think that just letting your
libido-controlled slaves rub their cocks against you would have been enough
for them to come."

   "Probably.  So what now?"

   "Now?  I don't know about you, but I'm planning on round two."

   "Same as before?"

   "Well, hopefully better and longer.  I usually like to change positions,
but...  ummm..."

   "It's all right.  I understand that I'm a bit more handicapped than most
women in some respects."

   The other drawback to this situation is that I do get tired.  With
normal women, that's not a problem.  You just switch off who's on top or go
to a more comfortable or relaxed position.  None of that was an option in
this case.  e

   When I felt myself beginning to wear out after almost fifteen minutes, I
resolved to let myself come naturally, in the hopes that I would come
before I faltered.  I wasn't worried about Endowed.  She was definitely
multi-orgasmic and most certainly liked fucking a real, live cock. 
Meaning, I wasn't even bothering to keep track of her comes.  As before,
her first had taken maybe five minutes, but this time I never fully
stopped, and she kept coming, with long, drawn-out orgasms lasting up to a
minute at a time.

   I finally let loose inside her a second time, only to discover she was
unresponsive.  She wasn't actually asleep yet, but her eyes were glazed
over and refused to focus.

   The next day, she complimented me, saying that she had never felt like
that before.

   That night, I finally let her drift off to sleep, while I had a brief
conversation with Alpha, who was attempting to psychoanalyze Nina to figure
out why her personality had been so different with me that night.  And come
to think of it, yes, she had been noticeably nicer and less demanding. 
More personable, though still not...  Let's say nicer than normal, but
still not actually friendly.

   After a few minutes discussion, I realized that I was probably the first
not-enslaved man she had ever interacted with in a one-on-one basis since
her transformation, and before she transformed, she had never really dated
or been intimate with sober, adult men.  Plus, she had said that her
personality had changed when she transformed, and among other things, she
was now able to converse openly and freely about sexual and intimate
matters.

   So, this evening had been a new experience for her in more ways than
one. Her compliment of the next day was entirely accurate.  She literally
had never felt like that before, because it was something new to her.

   * * *

   The following morning, I discovered something else about Miss Endowed.
She was not a morning person.

   When I tried to wake her up for a traditional good-morning fuck, she
mumbled something and pushed me away, refusing to even open her eyes.  I
was tempted to see if I could wake her up with actual fucking, then took
another look at her ridiculous boobs and furry skin.  She was beautiful,
but she didn't seem quite real.

   I put on a robe and walked over to Daria and Jane's bedroom.  Neither of
them were morning people either, so I was reasonably certain they would
still be asleep, which they were.

   I dropped the robe and crawled into their large bed, pushed my way
between them and got under the covers.  My actions had awakened Daria, who
blinked at me in a vague manner and ran her fingers through her messy,
sleep-styled hair.

   "Huh?" she mumbled.  "Whassup?"

   "Hi.  I just wanted to spend a little time with someone normal," I
answered as I pulled her close for a kiss.

   She grunted in reply, obviously not yet awake enough for a real
conversation.

   Her gloriously small A-cup breasts felt wonderful as I pressed against
her body.  Technically, her boobs should have been even smaller, since her
almost total lack of mammaries was even a plot point in her cartoon on
occasion, but I had chosen to enlarge them slightly when we initially
designed her body.

   I slipped my hardening cock into her warm, familiar vagina and just held
her to me for a minute.  Fucking while laying on our sides was usually more
trouble than it was worth, but before we changed to an easier position, I
felt Jane push up against me from behind and wrap her arms around me. 
Again, I reveled in the feel of her normal-size breasts and the familiarity
of it all.

   Spending the night with someone like Mighty Endowed was a memorable
experience, and I'd be happy to do it again.  But right then, I just wanted
a moment of normality.  Or at least as normal as my life was able to be.

   * * * * *

   Author's Postscript Note: In case you are unfamiliar with her, yes,
Mighty Endowed is an actual supervillain from DC comics, who has gained a
small degree of notoriety over the past decade or so, even though she only
appeared in two issues of Young Justice that I know of, for maybe half a
dozen pages total.  The thing is that in the appearances I've seen, her
breasts are never actually drawn on the page.  They are shown as glowy
parts or are otherwise obscured, leaving their actual size to the reader's
imagination.

   Based on the original artwork, obscured or not, I've definitely
exaggerated her breast size for this chapter.  On the other hand, based on
the original stories, text and descriptions, this chapter does accurately
reflect her character's breast size.

   Regardless, yes, her main weakness seemed to have been that she was
unable to stand up by herself due to their unbalancing weight.

   (I always imagined them as being slightly larger than Rita Medermade's,
a supporting character from the early Savage Dragon comics.  Rita's breasts
were sometimes drawn large enough that you could still see most of them
when viewing her from behind...  except that she was able to stand, walk
and even run without a problem, which implies that Miss Dowd's bosom must
have been even larger.)

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