"All comfortable?" Jinx asked as she adjusted the chair.
"I guess," Kim Kardashian said. "Feels kind of tight."
She was strapped on a strange metal chair, with the seat attached to all sorts of wires and pumps. Her head was strapped against a bit that thrust out from the top, and was also attached to various wires and pumps.
"If it's tight, that shows it's in a good position," Jinx said. "It'll press down a little, squish you down. And the more it squishes you down, the more your tits and ass will push out. Pretty cool, huh? You won't have to worry about being too tall or tiny-bootied again."
"OOoo, yeah, please, squish me down," Kim moaned.
"Okay-dokay!" Jinx flipped on the machine.
* * *
"Oooo, awesome news!" Nurse Emma said. "Dr. Pryde said she'll bring over Scott, Betsy, and Jean, and she'll show Scott just what he's supposed to do with silly telepaths like us."
"Yeah?" Ivy said.
"Ooooo, yeah. Once Dr. Pryde, like, shows him what an alpha he is, Scott will totes beat our holes with his giant dick, pump us full of so much jizz we'll just be drooling it out like a total group of cumbuckets! Awesome, huh?"
"Oooo, hot."
"I wish he could, like, stick his giant cyclops dick inside my head and cum inside my brain!" Emma giggled. "Not like I'm using it for anything, yeah? Might as well hold some real man jizz!"
She giggled again. Nurse Mindfuck was so thankful for Dr. Pryde for driving all the pride and dignity out of her along with her silly brains. Showed her what a slutty brainless jizzbucket she was!
"That sounds nice," Ivy said. "But, y'know, I'm happy just being Harley's wifey jizzbucket and baby-maker. Oooo!"
"What?" Emma asked.
"I think the baby just kicked!"
* * *
"OOooo, suck my big black dick, you stupid cracker ho!" Cardi C moaned as she yanked on Thundra's hair.
"Fuck, this bitch's cunt is tight!" Megan laughed.
"Not as tight as her fucking cracker ass!" Nicki giggled.
"Have fun, ladies," Dr. Quinzel said as she left the room. "I've gotta continue doing my rounds."
* * *
"MMmmm, dear Dinah should be turning over a new leaf soon," Lois Lane cooed as she took a puff on her cigarette in its long elegant black holder. "It will be nice to have some friends."
The former svelte reporter had ballooned into a gigantic figure of a woman, an obese, jiggling glutton who lounged on an expensive divan as she idly picked through some choice candies. She was dressed in a glittering red dress that desperately strained against her massive frame and huge tits, and over that was a thick white fur coat that made her somewhat resemble an obese Cruella de Ville. Lois's hair was piled high on her head in an incredibly complex mountain of curls, and huge diamonds gleamed from every possible place -- from the necklaces under her triple chins, to the rings that adorned her fat fingers and the earrings, bracelets, and everywhere else she could show off her vast wealth.
"Where are my tacos!" she bellowed.
"Here, Ms. Lane!"
"Ah, dear Cat Grant." Lois blew smoke in her former rival's place. "Isn't this much more appropriate? I can handle all your old CatCo. resources much better than you ever did, you dumb little bitch. Yes, CatCo and LexCor don't sound anywhere near as nice as LoisCo, do they?"
Lois cackled,
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