0 comments/ 33695 views/ 19 favorites Brickhouse By: mgwauthor He waited for her near the restaurant, looking around to see as she approached. They had chatted online for a week and she seemed pretty nice, and very attractive. She was a black woman around 40, but looked 30. She was very sexy, though he wasn't quite sure how sexy. Pictures, especially the ones people post in their online dating profiles, are always deceiving. He stared at people as they came by, entering the restaurant. He saw a black girl sitting on a bench, looking at her phone. She was very hot looking. Could this be her? She didn't seem to be waiting for anyone, or looking around. She just sat, with legs crossed, high heels on, big stylish sunglasses, tapping away at her cell. It could be her, or maybe not. He waited a few more minutes; she was late. He looked over at this sexy woman sitting over there and figured perhaps that was her. So he walked over. As he approached, he asked... "Crystal?" The black beauty looked up, smiling. "Oh, there you are," she said, smiling. She got up. He explained how he was here early, and had seen her sitting here but wasn't sure if it was her. She got up. His eyes bulged underneath his sunglasses. Jesus, she was really something. Built like the proverbial brickhouse. Just crazy. She wore an orange top that was thin, probably silk. Her boobs were big and amply filled the shirt. His eyes were drawn to the fullness of her beautiful breasts, but more to the large nipples poking through the sheer material. They were like two thumbs poking out. My god. She wore tight white capri-style pants and the aforementioned heels. The heels were long, and she teetered on them magnificently. The whole package, the orange shirt, tight white pants and shoes made him instantly horny. He couldn't believe his good fortune. They walked into the restaurant and people immediately looked. Crystal was confident and obviously pleased with her overwhelming sexuality. He felt a bit uncomfortable, as it almost appeared as if he were there with a hooker. They were a bit mismatched, an average-looking white guy and a completely sexual black goddess. Not to mention that she was a bit too lustful for lunch at a mall restaurant. They sat on the patio and Crystal kept her glasses on. She had a very sexy look, full, pouting lips, shortish, curly brown hair and the stylish glasses. She ordered a mojito and began chatting about her life, her parents, work, etc. She seemed to have an agenda, so he just listened, drinking in her beauty. She was one sexy black woman. His eyes stole glimpses of her bulging breasts and those remarkable nipples. It wasn't even cool out, but those nipples were erect and protruding through the soft silk. He imagined sucking on them. Just thinking of that, as Crystal continued talking, his dick got hard in his jeans. Thankfully he was sitting down. Crystal had a second mojito and went through an appetizer and her meal. It was an odd date in that it didn't feel like they were really connecting. Was she on drugs? Or just so confident in her ability to win any man, that she didn't see him as much of a challenge? Maybe she could tell how he was melting in the presence of her overpowering sexuality? After a nice lunch, and what he felt were looks from the waiter and other patrons, they left. They walked through the outdoor mall, toward the parking structure, and he just admired her moving. She walked expertly on the sexy heels and her round ass was a thing to behold in her skintight white pants. She moved very womanly, her ass tick tocking back and forth in perfect rhythm. Her curves and sexiness got his mind racing, and he began thinking of how he was going to hug her goodbye at her car, and probably try to kiss her. At the parking structure, they arrived at her car, an old Honda in need of a wash, and she opened the door and sat inside. She said she had a nice time and thanked him. He felt a bit disappointed as it seemed Crystal was just using him for a nice lunch and drinks. That happens sometime online. You meet women who are "professional daters" and only meet men for the nice meals. He was at least going to get his hug in, and try for the kiss. He wanted to feel Crystal's body pressed against him. And to especially feel those big hard nipples rubbing against his chest. He told her he wanted to give her a hug, and she stood up and hugged him. Then she kissed him. He was surprised, but liked it. He kissed her back. They held one another, hugging for a second. She was amazing, and smelled so good. He didn't want to let go. "I live close by," she said. "Really?" "Yes. Want to stop by for a bit?", Crystal asked. "Yes." She told him where she lived, about two miles away, and he followed her. None of this made sense, as while they had a nice time, Crystal didn't seem particularly impressed with him. But he didn't care; she invited him home, and that was a lot better than a hug or even a kiss. They parked on the street and walked into Crystal's apartment building. It was modest, and he just fixated on her gorgeous body. She opened the door and they went in. The place was small, nice, and a bit messy. It was somehow what he imagined. Crystal didn't seem the type who focused on housework. She was a hot, sexual girl and seemed like she had bigger things on her mind. She asked him if he wanted anything to drink, offering a beer. He said sure, and began drinking it. Crystal kicked off her shoes, sitting freely on the couch. He sat by her, as she made small talk about her place, how long she lived there, etc. He made his move, sliding closer to her and began kissing her. He told her how beautiful she was, and how he was pleased this sexy woman he saw sitting by herself outside the restaurant was his date. She liked that, laughing a bit. She said she was happy he was her date too, as sometimes on blind dates you're disappointed. She said she was happy her date was so good looking, and sexy. His hands slid down to her butt and he felt her hips and curves through the white capri pants. She put her legs across his lap and melted into his arms. They kissed passionately, his black princess was a very good kisser. Her hands went under his shirt as she ran her fingers through his chest hair, playing with his nipples. He could feel his cock rising in his pants, and he felt her breasts with his hands, running his finger over one of her large nipples. She liked that, making a little moaning noise. "They're very sensitive," she said. He played with them, telling her how beautiful they were. "Want to see?", she said. He nodded. She took off her top, and with no bra underneath, her large, brown, perfectly shaped full breasts made his heart skip. Her nipples were as magnificent as he imagined them to be. Perfectly shaped, thick, amazing. She nudged her breasts together, and with a little smile said... "You like 'em?" "Oh yeah," he said. She smiles and leaned back on the couch, rubbing her hands over them, stopping to pinch her nipples. She rubbed her tongue over her full lips and with half-closed, dreamy eyes, she reeked from sex. He climbed onto her, sucking her nipples gently, as she ran her hands through his hair, arching her back gently. She smiled, closing her eyes, letting out a euphoric little sigh and said quietly... "Oh, baby. Yes." Her hand dropped to his pants, where she rubbed his rock hard cock, aching to be free from his jeans. "Mmmmm, someone's excited," she said. He laughed. "Tell me about it." "Let's see if there's something we can't do about this," she said. She began unbuttoning his pants as he sucked away at her glorious chocolate nipples. He felt her hand slide into his jeans, grabbing his engorged cock with her hand. He moaned in pleasure. As she started to pump his dick, she said, in a cool, controlled, very hot way... "You like when I do this, baby?" "Oh yeah. I do, don't stop," he said. She giggled, and didn't stop. She pumped his cock as he pushed his jeans all the way down, giving Crystal more room to operate. She had his whole cock in her soft hand, running her long nails over his balls, driving him crazy. They kissed hotly, their tongues roaming one another's mouth. "I need you," he said. He began opening her pants. She arched up, allowing him to slide the tight white capris down. She wore tiny white lace panties that were wet by this point. He pushed them down as well, looking at her steaming, juicy little pussy. It was neatly trimmed with just a bit of black pubic hair. It was gorgeous, wet and ready. She continued to pump his cock, which was aching for her hot hole. She couldn't wait either, pressing it against her tiny hot slit. He sank into her like a hot knife through butter. "Oh god!", she said. She moaned and laughed in total pleasure, wrapping her legs around him as he started to pump away into his breathtaking ebony queen. She clawed at his back with her fingernails as he pumped his piston into her. She moved her hips along with his thrusts. The combined effort was too much. She bit onto his ear and told him how he wanted him to fuck her brains out. "Will you keep fucking me? Please!", she said. "Of course. I don't ever want to stop," he said. He kept thrusting away as they fucked like animals in heat. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore and shot thick jets of cum into his sexy, ebony love. He spurted deep inside, as much as his balls could muster. She grabbed his ass with her fingernails, digging in hard, as her body tensed. "Ohhhhh, fuckkkkkk!", she yelled. She came when he did, and they lay there in a heap. Two sweaty bodies, breathing hard. Spent. He kissed her face, her lips, her neck. She ran her fingers over his back, panting hotly, sighing. This was the beginning of something special. He felt the cum ooze out of Crystal's pussy, as she pulled his mouth onto hers. They kissed deeply, hotly, as the sun began to go down outside Crystal's apartment window. Brickhouse Vs The Creature A Note to the reader: This story takes place after "Champion Girl vs the High Speed Chase", but has been written as a standalone short. ***** Megatropolis is in the middle of the longest crime wave in its history. The police force is pressed to the breaking point and even the city's numerous superheroines are fatigued from battling what feels like a never ending tide of crime. At the forefront of the battle is the Megatropolis Amazons, the city's official super team. The team is only five members strong yet has managed to bring in the largest share of criminals. But the crime wave is starting to strain even their combined might. Champion Girl, the youngest and newest member of the team, has been placed on 24 hours mandatory bed rest after an exhausting run in with some members of the Red Dragon Syndicate. Although the young heroine is physically invulnerable the battle and its aftermath left her powers drained and weakened. With her incapacitated the rest of the team knows they will have to pick up the slack while she spends the day trying to recover. No one is more aware of this than Brickhouse. Until the perky blond Champion Girl joined the Amazons Brickhouse was the go to team member when massive super strength and a tough hide was required. Standing over seven feet tall and bulging with muscles she is frequent described as a "massive, hulking figure". Adding to her fearsome presence is that fact that her skin is a deep red. Brickhouse's physical strength is nearly unmatched and her skin is tough enough to deflect almost any projectile or blade. After Champion Girl joined the team they quickly discovered the petite blond youngster was nearly as strong as the massive Brickhouse. And where Brickhouse is nearly physically invulnerable Champion Girl actual is. On top of having a power set that is the same, perhaps even better than Brickhouse's, Champion Girl also looks normal. Missions that required stealth or going undercover were never something the massive red skinned woman could undertake, but for the small, normal looking Champion Girl they were easy. Brickhouse resented Champion Girl at first, but over time she has warmed to the younger woman's relentless positive attitude. And as her fondness for Champion Girl has grown her protectiveness has grown too. She knows the invulnerable woman doesn't need protecting, per se, not in combat any ways. But Megatropolis is a cesspool of perversion and the naive young heroine still doesn't take defeats well. The criminals and supervillains of the city have a code of sorts that they live by. And rule number one is that a defeated heroine is fair game sexually. Even though young heroines such as Champion Girl are taught this at The Academy, the super hero university that she trained at before becoming a Megatropolis Amazon, no class can prepare a heroine for the reality of the perverse whims of their enemies. No class can prepare a superheroine for the way her own body will betray her to her enemy's whims as well. Almost all super powered beings, be they hero or villain, gain their powers through what has been dubbed the "Power-Gene". Although present in all humans only a rare few have an "active" P-Gene, kicking in near adulthood and giving the person in question super powers. Along with amazing powers some, like Brickhouse, find their bodies physically mutated once their powers activate. Before her powers she was an athletically thin African-American woman. Tall and in shape, but by no means the massing bulk of muscles she is now. And although her skin is no longer black her ethnicity can still be seen in the shape of her facial features. Although the public can see that she has grown to super human height and bulk and that her skin has changed color there is another change she hides from the world. As her strength and height increased so did the size of her breasts. By the time she had reached her current height and bulk her breasts were so large and soft that they were nearly unmanageable. Most women with an active P-Gene have bust sizes of super human proportion, but Brickhouse's breasts became ridiculously large even by those standards. Always ashamed of her breasts, and knowing they hinder her actions in combat in left unchecked, she had joined the Megatropolis Amazons because of a promise to help keep them contained and hidden. Lab Rat, the team's resident tech genius, constructed a special sports bra made of unique, high tech fabric. The article of clothing compresses Brickhouse's large breast making it so her breasts look no bigger than any other superheroine's. Aside from super powers and physical mutations an active P-Gene comes with other biological changes. Every person with an active P-Gene, man or woman, has an overactive libido. This affects men and woman differently, although both sexes can find themselves aroused by even the slightest sexual touch. Because of this any sexual attention directed at a heroine after a defeat can turn a situation that is originally unwanted into something much more consensual. The real danger for a heroine is not that they will begin to fuck their foes. Most heroines have made peace with their overactive libidos and even learned how to turn sexual encounters into something that ends up being advantageous to them. No, the real harm comes from the danger of experiencing an orgasm that is too strong. An intense enough climax can leave most women with active P-Genes either weakened or even completely depowered for a time. This was how Champion Girl ended up on mandatory bed rest for 24 hours during a period of time when Megatropolis needed every one of its heroines on the streets. The experience she endured involved many forced orgasms and left her nearly completely drained and powerless. That kind of experience is still something the inexperienced heroine struggles to deal with. Brickhouse, on the other hand, has learned how to handle those kinds of situations. She takes them and dwells on them, fermenting a powerful anger inside her massive breast. Then she unleashes it on the criminals of Megatropolis, smashing any and all that she is faced with. And with one less heroine on the streets Brickhouse knows she's going to have to smash twice as hard to make up for Champion Girl's absence. *** Since it was the Red Dragon Syndicate that was responsible for taking Champion Girl out of action the Amazons have decided to spend the day cracking down on the them and them alone. They are the largest criminal organization in the city, with their fingers in every kind of criminal endeavor to be found. The group's real power comes from its lack of a single figure in charge of the organization. Instead it's made up of a cabal of bosses in charge of their own smaller operations, all working together. This structure means that if one of these bosses are taken down another simply steps up into their position, taking over the smaller operation within days. Because of this the group has never been eradicated, but if enough of its members are put behind bars their operations can be disrupted for a time. "Disruption is the current plan," Archbaroness says to the three other heroines sitting around the Megatropolis Amazon's meeting table. "It was the Syndicate's drug ring that took Champion Girl out of commission so I want to take THEM out of commission today. We all know we can never permanently dismantle it, but we can put a temporary hold to their actions." "And from the information I've gather, those actions have been expanding during the current situation," Psychia says. The attractive Latina is a powerful telepath and as such is the team's intelligence agent. "With the cops and heroines so distracted they seem to have tripled their sale of street drugs, increasing both how many dealers they have on the street AND how much of the illicit drugs they are moving. To keep up with the increased demand they have been setting up drug labs in town instead of shipping them in from out of town like normal. And with the madness going on no one seems to have really noticed how much their operations have increased." "Well, you seem to have noticed now," Brickhouse says sarcastically. Psychia smiles. "I suppose I have. They have grown reckless, doing very little to keep their current operations hidden. I have located their main drug lab, deep in the run down industrial side of town. The dealers that push the drugs produced there are doing so openly on the street corners. Even the leadership of the drug ring has uncharacteristically been flaunting who and where they are. They seem to have set up base in small casino and hotel in The Curb." "All of that means we know where most of the members of this particular wing of the Syndicate are today," Archbaroness says. "They think the authorities of Megatropolis are too busy to pay attention to them. We are going to prove them wrong. "Brickhouse, you are going to head to their lab. I want you to smash it to the ground. Unleash your strength, knock every one of those fuckers out then level the building." Lab Rat clears her throat, drawing everyone's attention. All eyes fall on the small, mousy woman. "Uh, boss, maybe that's not the best idea. The chemicals they use to create those drugs might be pretty volatile. Brickhouse could cause a major explosion that could kill most of the people inside the building. The blast might even be big enough to hurt her." Archbaroness rolls her eyes in frustration. "Fine! I guess killing them wouldn't be very heroic of us anyways. Brickhouse, hold back a little. I guess just take the goons inside out and be careful, just not too careful. Don't kill anyone, but don't feel bad about putting any of them in the hospital for a long time." "I think I can manage that," Brickhouse says with an eager grin. "Good," Archbaroness replies with a nod. "While you're doing that I'll be hitting downtown, rounding up all the Syndicate drug dealers I can find. This two pronged attack should be enough to distract the organization. "While they are distracted Lab Rat and Psychia will go undercover to the hotel/casino the drug ring's leadership seems to be holdup in. Psychia has heard that the boss in charge of the drug ring at the moment keeps meticulous records of his operation. Their mission will be to capture those records so we can round up anyone we miss today. "Everyone understand their missions?" She looks around at the other women at the table. All of them nod. "Okay, let's do this for Champion Girl. Amazons go!" *** The drug lab is right where Brickhouse expects it to be. "How cliché," she mumbles to herself as she stands across the street staking the place out. "A fucking dilapidated warehouse. The guards patrolling the outside make it obvious this is a Syndicate operation." She's referring to the black leather jackets they all wear. Every member wears one, and on the back of each is stenciled or embroider a roaring red dragon. Brickhouse continues to talk to herself. "It's not the guards outside I'm worried about. They all seem to be armed with normal guns. Even a warehouse full of small arms fire can't hurt me. No, it's what they might have inside that lab that has me concerned. If they are making Libidonol in there they will be sure to have some O-bombs. Luckily after what happened to Champion Girl I am going into this prepared." Brickhouse taps the clear plastic breather that sits snuggly attached her face, covering her mouth and nose. The device was quickly whipped up by Lab Rat, modified from an older version. It will protect Brickhouse from any gas thrown her way, filtering the air as she breathes. "Alright, I think I've seen enough. Time to start this." Brickhouse, not wasting any more time, leaps from her hiding place and begins barreling across the street towards the warehouse. The large red skinned woman dressed only in a simple armless and sleeveless black leotard is hard to miss. The guards are soon raining bullets upon her. They bounce harmlessly off her tough hide, doing little more than occasionally tearing a small hole her in her costume. Laughing with mad glee she rams into the first group of the men. Throwing her arms out and slamming into their bodies she sends the armed guards flying in every direction. Between wild haymakers and powerful backhands Brickhouse knocks most of them out cold within moments. The doors into the warehouse swing open revealing more guards. These, however, are wearing gas masks and armed with guns that shoot canisters. They launch a few at Brickhouse, the gas quickly expanding out and enveloping her. There is a moment where the men cheer, then the wind picks up and blows the cloud of gas away revealing Brickhouse still looming before them. The men seem more than surprised that she is still on her feet. "What's the matter boys, didn't think the Megatropolis Amazons would come prepared for these damn O-bombs?" The men finally seem to notice the clear plastic bubble over the lower half of her face. "Fuck," one of them shouts, "our gas isn't going to do anything to her!" All but one of them starts to back up nervously towards the building behind them. The man that remains, however, bravely steps forward, pulling a second smaller gun from a holster at his side. "You're stupid mask won't protect you from this!" He pulls the trigger and fires a dart at Brickhouse. It impacts her chest, harmlessly bouncing off her. "Yeah, needles can't pierce my skin either, dummy." "Oh fuck man, retreat!" The men all turn and flee back into the warehouse. "This has been a too damn easy so far," Brickhouse mumbles to herself. She slowly walks up to the building and leans down as she steps through the door. Once inside she can see that the large warehouse is crammed with tables full of chemicals, piles of boxes, and a few makeshift rooms partitioned off from the rest of the open floor by sheet plastic hanging from the ceiling. The warehouse is full of men and woman in black leather jackets, all of them alarmed at Brickhouse's appearance. The Red Dragon Syndicate is known for employing super powered toughs to act as enforcers and guards for their operations. Knowing this Brickhouse scans the room looking for one of them but to her great surprise she can't find a single one present. "They really have grown cocky during this crime wave," she says to herself. A few bullets bounce off her body, reminding her she is still in the middle of a fight. She turns and charges towards the men that fired at her. Knocking them out with ease she turns to the next nearest group of criminals. She grabs two them as they try and run away from her and slams their heads together, enjoying the sounds of their skulls impacting each other. Moving carefully around the tables full of potentially volatile chemicals she continues to knock out any of the Red Dragon Syndicate members she can reach. But there are just too many of them and almost as soon as she entered the building they began to run away. She takes out as many as she can but more than three quarters of them escape, disappearing into the dilapidated structures around the warehouse. Brickhouse is finally left alone except for the handful of unconscious Syndicate goons that lay strewn across the ground inside the building. "Well, they sure spread out fast. But that was all part of the plan, we knew we couldn't catch them all. Hopefully after Psychia and Lab Rat do their job we'll know who to look for. Maybe, in the end, we WILL manage to round them all up. Then when someone new takes over the operation they will have to start from scratch." As she talks to herself she wanders the room, looking over the chemicals and boxes. It looks like they are creating not just Libidonol but Semenall, Super GHB, as well as a handful of more common addictive street drugs. "Looks like I should call this in to the boys in blue and get them to come clear this shit out of here." She reaches to activate the communicator that lays hidden behind her ear, but is distracted by a crashing noise from across the room. She smiles and turns to head towards it. "Looks like someone's left for me to smash." As she walks across the room she hears the noise again. She's able to pinpoint where it is coming from: one of the large partitioned rooms. As she approaches she can see movement through the plastic sheets that make up the rooms walls but they aren't transparent for her to make out what exactly is lays moving behind them. "Only one way to find out," she mumbles as she reaches the plastic wall. Reaching forward she grabs hold of the plastic sheet and pulls it down from the ceiling. As it falls to the ground and reveals what is hidden behind it Brickhouse screams in horror. Contained within the room is a large, writhing mass of green tentacles. They all emanate from a disgusting mass of round green flesh, in the center of which is one large, alien looking eye. The eye immediately zeroes in on Brickhouse, its lone pupil narrowing. Its many appendages shoot towards the large heroine, quickly entangling around her as they try to grab hold of her arms and legs. Brickhouse continues to scream and begins to swing wildly, managing to knock the tentacles away and keep them from getting a hold of her. Brickhouse and the rest of the Amazons have heard rumors of what this creature is and what it will do to a woman if it manages to get a hold of them, but they have never seen one in Megatropolis. As the powerful heroine battles the appendages flying around her she tries to back away and get out of its reach. But the creature responds, using some of its countless limbs to lift itself off the table it is on and follow her. Its flailing arms accidently knock the clear breather on Brickhouse's mouth off of her face during the short chase. As it rises up after Brickhouse she can see that the creature was, until recently, attached to a number of tubes. They must have been keeping this monstrosity sedated, she thinks. But during the fight battle those tubes must have got knocked off it. Unless those bastards unhooked the creature on purpose! If they did that would explain how it woke up so fast, perhaps they injected it with some kind of stimulant to counteract the sedatives still running through its system. "Have to call for back up," Brickhouse says as she realizes she can't take the monster on her own. She raises her hand to her ear, once again hoping to activate her communicator. But as she does one of the green tentacles manages to wrap itself around her writ and pull her arm out and away from her head. As it tugs at her she is pulled off balance and starts to fall to the ground. Soon there are tentacles wrapping around her other wrist and her ankles as well. Struggling, screaming, she tries to break free of the monster's grasps. But the creature seems to be stronger than even she is. It raises her into the air, spreading her legs and pulling her arms up and behind her head. Other limbs lash up, the tips of them burrowing into the bottom of her leotard. She feels them slither up past her crotch and over her stomach. The creature's alien touch repulses her, yet at the same time awakes desire deep within her as she feels its caress moving up her body. Brickhouse screams, angry that she is getting turned on by this monster. Its tentacles slither further up her body, past her chest and reappearing out the top of her leotard. They then pull on the fabric until the heroine's costume is ripped off. She renews her struggles to break free, but is unable to do so. The tentacles continue to strip her, tearing her panties off and revealing her bare, red skinned vulva. The creature lifts her up further into the air, pulling the thrashing heroine closer to its large eye. She sees the creature center in on her bare slit, seemingly judging her womanhood. Brickhouse Vs The Creature Disgusted, angry, and full of rage she kicks out at the creature managing to catch it off guard. For just a moment her leg breaks free and her booted foot impacts the monster's large eye. It pulls back, roaring form some unseen mouth. It lifts Brickhouse into the air far above it, quickly getting a tentacle wrapped back around her free ankle. Moving with alarming speed and strength the creature removes her large black boots and throws them to the floor. It then spreads her limbs out in all directions. Brickhouse screams as her body is painfully stretched. As she screams another of the tentacles reach up and slithers into her bra. As it begins to tug on the high tech fabric her screams grow more high intense. "No, no, NO! Not my bra, don't expose my breasts!!" The creature ignores her pleas and rips her last article of clothing off. As her bra tears open her large, voluminous breasts come exploding out, expanding back to their natural size. They are ginormous. The red skin fleshy mounds are soft, lacking in almost all firmness, hanging down nearly to her crotch. Brickhouse sobs, thrashing about. "No, no, no! Release me!" As she does her large, soft breasts flop back and forth, slapping into the creature's tentacles. It responds by beginning to wrap some of its tendrils around her sagging flesh, lifting her pliable breasts up into the air. Brickhouse instinctively pulls back away from the creature but it quickly tightens its grasp around her breasts, painfully squeezing them as it does. Although the tight constricting of her breasts hurts the powerful heroine it also arouses her. Her breasts, normally constricted and compacted within the special bra, are sensitive and eager to be touched. Brickhouse, no matter how much it fills her with shame, can feel her body warming to this creature's touch. The tentacles around her ankles begin to start working their way up her legs, extending and encircling her thick calves then up to her powerfully muscled thighs. As it does so it spreads her legs open even wider causing her most private of holes to open. She looks down and in horror sees a tentacle approaching her with a tip that looks frighteningly like the head of a penis! Brickhouse grits her teeth and summons every ounce of strength she can muster. Putting it all into her left arm she manages to reach down and grab a hold of the penis tipped tentacle, stopping it from entering her open slit. It tried to press forward and she grabs it tighter, trying to pull it away from her body. She realizes she can feel it growing rigid in her hand, as if it was a limp dick growing hard from her touch. As she struggles to keep the now rock hard tentacle out of her pussy she feels another slither around her throat. As its grasp begins to tighten and choke her she manages to reach up with her right hand and grab hold of it. She tries to pull it away from her neck. She can't break its strong hold, but she does keep it from strangling her. For a few minutes Brickhouse dangles in the air, struggling against the tentacles that hold her up. Her massive, flopping breasts bounce and flail about as she struggles, the creature seeming to enjoy letting them do so even though it still has hold of them. Brickhouse seems to have battled the creature into a stalemate, keeping its sexual organ from entering her body but unable to break free of its hold. The impasse is broken when Brickhouse sees two tentacles with large, bulbous ends approaching her. As they approaching the tips swell, opening to reveal what looks like a living sucker! Unable to let go of either of the tentacles in her hands she has no choice but to watch as the ominous sucker-tipped tentacles approach. She feels her breasts being lifted up and watches in horror as the suckers seem to line up with her dark red nipples. She screams, seeing that as the suckers grow closer a sharp barb extends from inside them. Helpless, unable to do anything to stop it, the suckers engulf her large, hard nipples. A moment later she feels sharp pain in both of the nubs of her nipples as the barbs enter her body. Along with the pain of something sharp enough to pierce her skin she feels painful heat emanating from the punctures, as if the barbs contained some kind of poison. She feels the barbs pull out of her flesh, leaving a burning, swollen sensation behind. The suckers remain on her breasts, now gently pulling on her burning nipples. In spite of her predicament she feels her body responding to the stimulation, moaning at the feel of her nipples being sucked. And the steady sucking seems to be cooling the burning, swelling feeling she feels in her breasts. Trying to ignore the pleasurable sucking that is making her slit wet she tries to concentrate on the painfully burning, swelling feeling in her breasts. Looking down at her red breasts she can see that they are starting to swell up, growing firmer and slightly larger. The creature suddenly loosens its grasp around her neck, letting go of her breasts as well. The two sucker tipped tentacles momentarily pull away, hovering a few feet away from her. Even the cock tipped tentacle at her crotch seems to not be pressing so hard against her grasp. Brickhouse's breasts feel as if they are on fire. Her head spins from the odd burning sensation. She wants relief from the discomfort. Acting on pure instinct she leans her head forward, grabs one of her breasts with her free hand then lifts it to her face. The worst of the heat seems it be emanating from her nipple, so she lifts that to her mouth and starts to suck on it. The feeling of her comparatively cool saliva on her hot flesh, and the relaxing pressure of her suckling on her own nipple momentarily relieves the pain and discomfort. As she continues to suck she closes her eyes, moaning in pleasure. Her mind is now too addled from the effects of the venom injected into her body but she is fast approaching the point where her body's carnal desires will overwhelm any sense of self control she has. As she continues to suck on her nipple she begins to taste something wet and sweet. At first it is a mere trickle, but before long she feels the growing pressure in her massive breast give and liquid begins to pour into her mouth. She has begun to lactate and is now drinking her own milk! She moans more, both from the sweet taste and from the feeling of relief as she tries to drain her still swelling breast. The sucker tipped tentacles now return. One is able to easily attach itself to her open nipple and begin to drain the milk leaking from it. The other, however, has to contend with Brickhouse sucking on her own breast. A tentacle slithers back around the heroine's neck, tightening its grass and causing her to suddenly inhale in search of air. As she unlatches her mouth from her breast to do this the second sucker quickly replaces her lips. At the same time a second one of the penis tipped tentacles appears and inserts itself into her open mouth. Her mind is flooded with the pleasurable feel of her now overfilled breasts being drained of the milk they are producing. Her eyes roll back into her head and she moans deeply within her chest, uncaring that the faux cock in her mouth is sliding in and out now. Her body's carnal instincts have taken over and she begins to give the cock intense head, enjoying the feel of it quickly responding and growing stiff in her mouth. Her body is now alight with the desire for sexual release and she no longer wishes to hold the hard cock tipped tentacle near her now moist pussy at bay. Instead of simply letting go if it she pulls the stiff shaft in, inserting it into her waiting hole. The creature makes a sound of pleasure, shifting and lifting her further into the air as all of its tentacles start to grow slightly more rigid. It fucks her mouth and pussy, its suckers still draining her overflowing milk. Smaller tentacles with more agile tips start to wrap themselves around the defeated heroine, caressing every inch of her body. Their tips push through her labia, exploring every fold. One zeroes in on her clit, gently rubbing its tip over her hood and stimulating her fleshy jewel. One of the tips even eases its way into her puckered asshole, giving just the right amount of anal stimulation to the now over sexed heroine. Brickhouse revels in the pleasure, moaning and pressing back against the tendrils that touch, explore, and fill her every hole. Eventually she cums, the orgasm erupting from between her legs with sudden intensity that wracks her body. The creature seems to understand what she is experiencing and works her body, moving with more intensity, fucking her harder and faster. As it prolongs her orgasm an unseen lump moves up the shaft that is fucking her pussy. As she continues to cum herself stupid the creatures egg is inserted into her now fertile opening. Brickhouse shows no sign that she even notices. By the time her orgasm ends and her head is a little clearer the creature's offspring is already inside of her, quickly incubating. The monster continues to fuck the heroine and before long she is brought to a second and then third orgasm. Minutes of mind numbing pleasure turn to hours. With each orgasm she is left a little bit weaker, a little closer to passing out. Finally Brickhouse reaches her breaking point, cumming hard enough to send her slumping limply into unconsciousness. *** Brickhouse wakes sometime later, unsure of how much time has passed. What wakes her is the feeling of something squirming within her. But she feels so weak and drained she is unable to open her eyes and look down at herself. The world is cloudy, full of heavy mental fog. She isn't even sure if what she is feeling is real. She thinks that her abdomen feels swollen, large as if she is pregnant. She tries to open her eyes but she is just too tired. So instead she tries to concentrate on the sensations she is feeling. Whatever the feeling is it repulses her. Then, suddenly, she remembers the large monster! Oh dear god, it has impregnated me, she thinks in alarm. She feels the creature inside of her move again and the realization of her reality pushes her over the edge and she blacks out from shock. *** When Brickhouse wakes again she knows even more time has passed. This time she feels slightly stronger, strong enough to open her eyes. She is lying on the floor, sitting up with her back against a wall. Her head is hanging forward and as she opens her eyes she can see that her massive breasts are swollen enough that they hang down all the way to the ground around her legs. There is a slowly growing pool of bright white milk spreading out from around her swollen nipples as the leak freely. Her legs are spread wide open and she can see that her pussy is stretched wide, a dark open hole that leaks thick fluid that looks sickeningly like semen. As she lifts her head she can see a trail of the fluid extending out across the ground away from her body. She follows it with her eyes till she finds the writhing mass of tentacles that is the large green monster. It is cradling its young in its many arms. The smaller creature's circular body is only the size of a basket ball, its own countless tentacles very short and grasping onto the it's parent tightly. Neither of the creatures seems to notice that Brickhouse has woken. She shifts, her body feeling sore and strained to the edge of death from the experience of being weakened by so many orgasms then birthing the foul young of the monstrosity before her. But Brickhouse is incredibly powerful, and her slight healing factor is already kicking in. Even now she can feel the massive open whole that is her vaginal canal healing and shrinking slowly back to its normal size. I have to destroy this thing, she thinks. If it tries to impregnate a normal woman she surely won't survive the ordeal. Some of my teammates might not even be able to survive what I've been through! I have to ensure it never has the chance to do this again... The creature has already defeated her once, and as weak as she is now she knows she would be defeated even faster. No, I'll have to use my brains not my brawn to defeat this creature. She looks around the room, searching for inspiration. Although she rarely mentions it, before her powers activated she had been a student at a university studying to be a research scientist. Since she got her powers she has used her brawn far more than her brains, forgetting much of what she had learned. But some things you never forget, and as she looks at the chemicals around her she realizes Lab Rat was right: reckless actions could cause an explosion that would level this building. Perhaps quick action with intent instead of recklessness could cause an even bigger explosion, one big enough to incinerate these foul creatures. Acting like a true hero and showing no regard for her own safety Brickhouse slowly gets to her feet. Her legs are shaky, but before long she is standing tall. She ignores the ample milk still leaking for her swollen, massive breasts. She pushes past the exhaustion she feels and grabs a large container of chemicals from a nearby table. The adult monster finally notices that she is awake. It seems surprised by this fact, surprised and confused. Brickhouse knows it expected her to pass away after giving birth to its child like a normal woman would. But Brickhouse is no normal woman, she is a Megatropolis Amazon! The creature roars at her in displeasure, and she responds by screaming back definitely at it. As she does she throws the container of chemicals in her hands, launching it across to room towards the monster. Instinctively it recoils back away from the projectile, moving its offspring to safety behind its body. But Brickhouse wasn't aiming for the creature. The container lands about ten feet before the creature, smashing into an even larger vat of chemicals. As the container smashes into the vat both break open. As soon as both liquids make contact they explode. The shock wave from the explosion sends Brickhouse flying back through the wall behind her and out away from the building. As she flies through the air she sees the explosion grow, fed by the mix of all the other chemical agents in the building. Within moments the entire building is engulfed in a ball of fire, surely incinerating everything within. *** An explosion that big isn't easily ignored, even in the middle of a massive crime wave. Ambulances and police cars will arrive within minutes. Brickhouse, not wanting anyone to see her in the state she is currently in, quickly picks herself up from the burning rubble around her and tries to disappear into the night. "I need to get back to Freedom Tower," she mumbles. "No... Archbaroness will only put me on bed rest like she did with Champion Girl. I don't want to rest for who knows how long while my body heals. No... I need someone that can heal me faster than my own body can." She stops to lean up against a nearby wall, breathing heavily. She can hear sirens approaching. For the first time she realizes it is dark out. She didn't realize at first as when she was blown out of the now incinerated warehouse the night sky was lit up by the flames of the explosion. She looks up at the sky, taking in its dark color. "Dark color... Shit, Lady Nocturn keeps her emergency clinic here. I know Archbaroness doesn't like us using her services but her healing powers are just what I need. If I keep to the shadows I should be able to make it to her place without being seen..." Brickhouse slinks off into the night, heading off to be healed and leaving the destruction she caused behind her. A of couple blocks away that destruction is already being quelled by firemen and other first responders. As they manage to make their way through the remains of the former drug lab they find evidence of what transpired there that day. The remains of the monster are found, charred but still recognizable. The men that had been unconscious on the floor of the warehouse had woken just before Brickhouse. They had stayed close by, wanting to know what became of the mighty heroine they had seen unconscious and impregnated. They were quickly apprehended by the arriving authorities, and confirmed what had transpired. As no evidence of Brickhouse's body was found it was assumed the large red woman had once again escaped her peril and returned to Freedom Tower. Unseen by any of those present was a small, green creature a little larger than a basketball. It was moving through the shadows of the nearby streets, trying to find safety. Eventually it does, finding an open sewer drain that it manages to slither into, never to be seen again by human eyes till it has grown to its full size...