Ms. Titanic and the Mind-Spiders of Delta Tau Ki

By Joshua Trebuchet.

           One fateful day, as Helen Abromowitz (More famously known by her superhero name, Ms. Titanic) was doing her usual morning jog in Midville, a strange voice suddenly appeared in her head.

           “Ms. Titanic! This is a distress call. I need your help desperately! Come to the University Student Lab immediately! Message repeats. Ms. Titan-“

           “It’s Ti-tanic. Not, Tit-anic”, she muttered to herself. “Why can’t anybody remember that?”

           Concentrating, the college junior triggered the change that turned her into her super-powered alter ego.

           Helen both loved and hated the change. For one thing, she mused, as she gained several inches to become six feet tall, it’s murder on my clothes.

            There was a sudden ominous bulge in the front of her white t-shirt. The sudden pressure proved to be too much, and cloth went flying everywhere as it explosively burst open.

              Suddenly freed from their prison, a pair of massive milky-white, breasts slapped against each other as they joggled and swayed. Helen grabbed them to stop their bouncing and, although she knew what to expect by now, still gasped as a bolt of sensation went from her nipples down to her pussy.

           The scientists who examined her after she got her super-powers explained that every part of her body was enhanced. Including, apparently, her erogenous zones.

           As she dressed in her costume, (A star-spangled bikini, high heels and mask, very concealable and therefore convenient), Helen wondered if she’d ever get used to the unending horniness.   

           Putting it out of her mind, Ms. Titanic flew off towards the source of the message      

           After crashing through the Lab’s window and jiggling to a stop, the top-heavy superhero was confronted by a short bespeckled young man in a lab coat.

           “Thank God you’re here,” he said, turning off one of the machines. He paused to appreciate the sight before him.

           Flaming red hair that was cut short in a chin length bob framed a heart-shaped face with wide green eyes, a slight scattering of freckles and a spunky, upturned nose.

           A tall, tight, well-muscled body was capped off with the best set of breasts in captivity. Fat, full and heavy, they weighed in at triple-H and fought for space on Ms. Titanic's slender chest. They were capped with puffy aerolae and marble-sized nipples that showed through the material of her bikini top and, despite their size, they still managed to jut out like proud pyramids

           All in all, Ms. Titanic had the face of a cute tomboy and the body of a sex queen. It was a combination designed to arouse anyone and most of her victories in the past had been the result of super-villians being too dazed to fight back.

            The young man wrenched himself back to business. “I assumed that super-hearing was one of your powers, so I used a powerful sub-sonic frequency to get your attention.”

           Meanwhile, far away, in Metropolis.

           “That fucking message has finally stopped,” Superman said, while delicately probing an ear. “Christ, I thought I was going to go deaf.”

           And, back at the lab.

           “I’m here now citizen, and—oof!”

           Helen’s usual “I’m a superhero and I’m here to help” speech was cut short by the young man who had stepped forward and hugged her. Due to his shortness, this placed his head directly between her breasts and his face was planted squarely in the valley between Ms. Abromowitz’s mountainous mams.

           Shocked, she burst out, “WHAT are you doing?!”

           “I’ve just escaped certain death”, the young man’s voice was somewhat muffled, surrounded as he was by titflesh. “I need to be held and comforted.”

           “Oh.” Indecision warred with modesty on Helen’s face. “Well… you just go right ahead then.” Awkwardly, she patted him on the back.

           “My name’s Norbert Weiner. I’m a pledge at the Delta Tau Chi frat house.”

           “Um…, do you really have to be so close?”

           “Trust me, I just had a traumatic experience. Having you around to reassure me is saving thousands on future therapy bills.” Norbert pointed at one of the computer screens, his arm rubbing against Helen’s fat nipple as he did so. “All my frat brothers have been taken over by parasitic brain-spiders.”

           Flushing, Ms. Titanic managed to tear herself away from the pleasurable treatment that her boobs were getting and looked at the monitor.

           And realized that the student’s hands had drifted down and were steadily and rhythmically kneading her ass.

           Since most (Well, all) men went straight for Helen’s tits, having someone grab her ass was always a pleasure.

           Plus, her bunghole was still sensitive from her last adventure*(See: Ms. Titanic and the Ice Pirates of New Sodom)

           “Uh…Y’know, I realize that you need to be held, but-“

           “I know what you’re getting at. You can’t see the monitor.” Norbert lifted his head from the marshmallow softness of Helen’s giant hooters and stepped away.

           Simultaneously relieved and disappointed, Ms. Titanic nodded. “Exactly.”

           Then, Norbert stepped behind her and embraced the superhero again, laying his head against her shoulder and grasping her breasts from behind. “That’s better. Now I’m not in your way.”

           Blushing even harder, Helen stuttered, “Th-That’s not-“

           “Look! Look at the monitor! They’re all mindless zombies!”

           “Golly!” Helen looked at the monitor and tried to ignore the warm trickle that was beginning between her thighs.

           The screen was full of slowly shuffling young men with huge spiders on their temples.

           “They must have escaped from the University Entomology Lab.”

           “Uhhh….entomology.” Now, his hands were teasing her nipples into throbbing peaks. “You shouldn’t—“

           “They bite you to paralyze you,” The young student interrupted. “Then once you’re frozen, they can move into the right position on your skull.”

           “Gosh..(Grunt). That’s….Hrrruh.” Helen’s eyes had become glazed and half-shut. In addition to mauling her breasts, Norbert was now rubbing the bulge in the front of his pants along the crack of her ass and the trickle was rapidly becong a flood.

           “I was bitten, but, for some reason, the bite didn’t affect me. I came to the lab to

figure out why.”

           “We have to re-create exactly what I was doing when I got bitten.” Suddenly, Norbert let go of the Heroine and stepped back out in front of her. “Now, at the time that I was Bitten, I was masturbating.” He started unzipping his pants.

           The super-heroine started to admonish the young man, but it turned into a strangled gasp when she saw what was emerging from his boxers.

           His cock was huge, nearly eleven inches long and as thick as a beer bottle. It would have seemed out of place on a seven-foot bodybuilder and so, it seemed especially monstrous on a five-foot-nothing scrawny little runt.

           “I have access to the labs,” Norbert said matter-of-factly in response to her expression. “You’d be amazed at some of the growth enhancements that I’ve made in here.”

           “Now, in my imagination, I was having sex with beautiful redhead.” Deftly, he slipped both hands into the neckline of Helen’s costume and hefted out a soft, pillowy breast.

           Some vestige of modesty within the woman felt compelled to object. “This is wrong.”

           “I know. It’s a tremendous sacrifice for me.” Norbert frowned as he freed the other breast.

           “WHAT!?!”

           “My church forbids sex before marriage.” He gave both pink nipples a simultaneous tweak. “But, I have to. I have to find the answer, regardless of the cost. My frat buddies are depending on me.” Leaning forward, he took an erect nipple into his mouth and began greedily sucking.

           Vaguely, the superhero felt that she should protest, but it’s hard to argue against a person who was giving up so much. Plus, Norbert’s enthusiastic slurping was sending tingles throughout her body and she was finding it increasingly hard to concentrate.

           “Whu-Which (Gasp) church do you belong to?” She finally managed.

           Norbert released the nipple with a faint “pop”. Shoving her breasts together, he began to lick delightedly at the foot or so of cleavage that was spread before him. “The First United Church”, He said between licks, “Of the Orthodox Traditionalists.”

           “Oh.”

           Grabbing the crotch of Helen’s bikini bottom, the young prodigy began to gently tug her from a wobbly standing position and into a shivering sitting position.

           (The wobbling and the shivering was chiefly due to the constant teasing of Ms. Titanic’s clit from Norbert’s fingers)

           “Since this was my dream girl, I didn’t have to go slow. Instead, I could instantly shove it all in.” Norbert slipped aside the strip of cloth that covered the red-furred pussy, fitted the massive head of his cock against her opening and suited deeds to words.

           “NO!! WAIT! WAAAIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!”

           Eyes squeezed shut, mouth stretched open, Helen’s face flashed a fire-engine red as her voice skyrocketed through the higher octaves.

           In response to her involuntary full-body clench, Ms. Titanic’s medicine ball sized juggs began seeping and spurting out streams of milk. Without missing a beat of his furious humping, Norbert went back to attacking the superhero’s nipples, sucking down her milk like he was a starving man.

           Soon, the burning pain of his entrance had morphed into a wicked heat that was making her head spin.

           “Naturally, since this was a fantasy, she came immediately.”

           Whether it was from the young man’s suggestion or due to the fact that she was being stretched in places that she didn’t even know that she had, Helen suddenly popped off in a teeth-rattling orgasm.

           “Guh…Gruuuh….OH MY GOOOOOOOOD!!”

           “Then, a little doggie style.” Norbert pulled out, grabbed her shoulder and flipped her onto her front. As soon as she shakily got to her hands and knees, he took two handfuls of rear cheek, re-entered from behind and began furiously slamming into her again.

           “Uh! Uh! Uh!”

           Helen’s low steady grunts formed an interesting counterpoint to the wet, pulpy noise of the superhero’s huge milk-slick udders swaying and slapping into one another.

           “The reason for the doggie style,” Norbert said, raising his voice to be heard over the young lady’s guttural animal noises, “Is that my fantasy girl has an anal fetish.”

           And then, he jammed his thumb fully into her asshole.

           Shocked at the sudden intrusion and stretched wide in both holes, the huge titted mamazon’s eyes bulged and her mouth opened in a silent howl.

           Multiple orgasms ping-ponged back and forth between her asshole and her cunt. As Norbert began fountaining jet after jet of cum into her pussy, the orgasms finally merged, ran up her spine and exploded inside her skull.

           Cross-eyed with the aftershocks, Helen collapsed on the floor, panting, with her tongue hanging out of her half-open mouth.

           “Finally, she cleaned me off.”

           Dazed, Ms. Titanic obeyed without question, turned over onto her back and began licking his cock head clean of their combined juices,

           As she used her tongue, Norbert went back to playing with her tits, exploring the sensitive spots and pinching the low-slung undersides,

           Helen had finished with his shaft and was giving his testicles a good polish, when the student suddenly shouted, “Eureka!”

           “Mmm?” Helen questioned as she gazed up at him, mouth full of ball-sac.

           “I know how we can save my friends!”

           Moments later, arriving at the Delta House, Norbert led the top-heavy Avenger inside. “I read on the Web that this spider is from South America. The diminutive geek shut and locked the door behind them. “Because the spiders are sensitive to cold, the zombies haven’t gone outside. So, they’re all still here and we have a chance to stop this before it spreads.”

           Helen walked into the main room at looked at all the vacant, aimlessly shuffling frat boys. She asked nervously, “What do I have to do?”

           “You have to fuck them.”

           Shocked, she turned and gaped at her companion. “What?! You can’t be serious!”

           Norbert adjusted his glasses and spoke earnestly, “We can’t pull the spiders off, ‘cause it might cause brain damage.”

           “Sex causes a specific series of endorphins to release in the brain. Those endorphins seem to repel the spiders. That’s why I wasn’t affected.

           Helen looked from the young scientist to the two dozen or so young men who were shuffling around. “But…”

           As she hesitated, a pair of zombies popped out of a side door and began dragging Norbert off.

           “Don’t worry about me!” He shouted as the superhero moved to help him. “Save the others!”

           “They depend on you!” were his last words, before vanishing through the doorway.

           For a moment, Helen stood indecisively. A corner of her mind insisted that he couldn’t be right, that sex was the solution to saving these boys.

           As an experiment, she pinned one of them to a wall, pulled his penis from his pants and started giving him a hand-job.

           Intelligence began replacing the dullness in the lad’s eyes. Showing liveliness for the first time, his hands came up and started groping at her breasts.

           And, the minute that she stopped, he went right back to dull aimlessness.

           Choosing another boy at random, she sank to her knees, yanked down his shorts and began blowing him.

           The effect was electric. Instantly surging to normality, he said “Hell, yeah!”, twined his fingers in her fiery mane and began to fuck his cock in and out of her mouth.

           This time, after she stopped, it only lasted for a minute. After which, the blank-eyed teen shuffled off with his underwear around his ankles.

           “I guess Norbert was right,” Ms. Titanic said aloud.

           Picturing what she had to do, she swallowed a little uneasily before resolve stiffened her spine. “They depend on me”, she said and, in one swift motion, she tore her costume off, standing clad in nothing but her high-heels and patriotic mask.

           Responding to primal instincts, the frat boys began mechanically undressing and shuffling towards the huge titted hero.

           Trembling, blushing furiously, Helen Abromowitz fought back her own trepidation and waited for the dozens of hands and cocks that were already reaching out to her.

           Five minutes later, in a room that was a dozen feet away, Norbert watched the action on a television monitor. The picture was excellent, due to several perspectives from multiple cameras. The video feed, which was being sold over the Internet, had already surpassed $10,000 and would probably pass $100,000 before the hour was up.

           Norbert blessed his foresight doing such an extensive set-up, because the red-haired superhero was almost hidden from view by a ring of eager horny students. Not only was she fully penetrated and vigorously pumped in all holes, every square inch of her flesh was being stroked, pinched or fondled. Despite the short duration of the orgy, already Helen was covered with globs of sweat and cum.

           Somewhere, Ms. Abromowitz managed to retain some semblance of modesty. The look of embarrassment remained in her eyes despite numerous climaxes, and her groans of ecstasy alternated with her moans of humiliation.

           Norbert turned around and looked at the figure seated behind him. “I trust that this meets with your satisfaction?” He asked quietly.

           Helga Von Tittenwunder uncrossed her elegant, stocking-clad legs and looked at the screen with smug satisfaction. “Ass per our deal, Delta Houze is now off Double-Zecret Probation.”

           The Teutonic Terror with the Titanic Tits had conquered the porn industry with her blond Aryan beauty and her mammoth double-J busen. She’d been preparing to use that as a springboard towards controlling the rest of the criminal underworld when that goody-two-shoes had foiled her plans

           She shook her head in wonder as she turned back to the screen. Seeing that big-boobed bitch getting her brains royally fucked out gave the villainess a strong glow of pleasure. “I must admit, I didn’t think that you could pull zis off.”

           Norbert shrugged as pulled a rubber spider from his pocket. “It’s amazing how far you can get when you’ve got a little of bullshit.’

           And, amid an arch-rival’s laughter, he stuck the spider to his temple with a little glue and went out for seconds.