Rise of Dr, Akitomi Ch. 02

She opened her eyes and saw Doctor Akitomi standing before her, his cock in his hand. Clearly, the man had just ejaculated onto her face. "Sorry, my dear, but watching that dream on the monitor got me too excited. I started to jerk off then decided I need to make your dreams come true and cum on your face." The helpless heroine howled in despondency, realizing she was still trapped and unable to break free from a living nightmare.

"Now that my head is cleared I'll need to evaluate all the data I just gathered from you. And maybe work on a few other projects... I'll let you rest for a bit then we can run another experiment."

The Doctor turned, tucking his cock in and grabbing a pile of print outs from a nearby computer before exiting the room. Top Heavy struggled for a few moments, trying in vain to break free. Then she simply went limp, letting her body hang helplessly inside the device that would keep her captive till the evil scientist decided to do something else with her.

Top Heavy knew her only real hope of escape was being saved by other heroines. She hoped someone would soon come looking for her...

* * *

Police Chief Boyd nervously paced back and forth in his office. His secretary sat patiently, knowing he was about to come to an important decision. "Alright Deloris, it's been too long," he said, continuing to pace. "Obviously something has gone wrong and Top Heavy has failed in her mission to take care of this Doctor Akitomi. Either we underestimated how big of a threat he was or we overestimated how powerful Top Heavy was."

Deloris kept silent. She had never liked the way the police department relied on the superheroines, and frankly found the way they dressed and frequently acted to be scandalous. But that was the way things were, and she had no place to question it.

"Put the call out to all the other superheroines in the city. Tell them I need to have a meeting with them, asap!"

"Yes, sir," she said, turning to pick up the phone and send out the call.

* * *

When Doctor Akitomi had returned to Top Heavy it had been with a metal cart full of wires and electrodes. At first the heroine had thought these were simply replacements for what was attached to her shaved head, but she soon found out she was sorely mistaken. The Doctor went about attaching them to her massive breasts.

"These will allow me to continue testing the limits of your breasts," he told her as he attached the last of the electrodes then began attaching all the wires from them to a nearby machine. "I'll be able to send even more electric pain into them while getting detailed readouts of how your body responds to such stimulation."

Top Heavy whimpered at this. "Please," she whined, "Please, just... just drug me to sleep! Or... or let me go, I promise, I won't tell anyone about your operation."

The doctor laughed. "My, how quickly I've broken you!" He stopped, falling deep in thought. "No... no, you're not broken yet, just telling me what I want to hear. Inside you're still defiant. If I was to let you go you would return with reinforcements, other meddlesome heroines and you'd prepare them for what I have in store for them! No, I can't believe anything you say yet. You're lying, and everyone knows lies need to be punished."

He connected the last of the wires then turned to Top Heavy, an evil smile spreading across his vile face. "Are you ready for the pain?"

"No!" she said desperately. "No, please, I'll do any—" Doctor Akitomi then turned a dial and sent electricity flowing into her large breasts. The young heroine's pleading was interrupted and replaced with screams of pain.

The doctor began slowly turning the dial up, increasing the pain and the intensity of the heroines screams. "Interesting..." he said, looking at the readout on a nearby screen. "Even though this is enough pain to kill a normal woman your body is taking it. It's amazing that you are so resilient even when nearly completely depowered. Even more interesting is the fact that through the pain your body is growing aroused! What a truly perverse woman you are. Let's see what happens if we double the amount of electricity flowing into those mammoth mammaries..."

He twisted the dial. Top Heavy screamed one last time then fell limp as she passed out from the pain.

Once again the pain in her breasts seemed to last for an eternity. And then the pain began to fade, replaced by light and warmth and the smell of cool water wafting up at her. Top Heavy blinked, waking to a dream.

She was on a small boat, sitting on a bench dressed in a bikini and looking out at a large lake. She knew this place! It was the large lake on The Academy grounds. It was used for both training and recreation. Some of her happiest memories from her time at the superhero university had been on this lake. She looked around the boat, hoping that her pained body had allowed her to retreat to a happy memory.

Sitting nearby on the small boat were two other bikini clad women. Both were young, in their early twenties.

One of them was Kick Girl. She was a white girl with brown hair and pretty, but forgettable looks. She had an athletic build and early on had excelled at feats of acrobatics and especially in combat with her long legs earning her name. She didn't have any powers other than the enhanced strength, endurance, and speed most with an Active P-Gene had, making her all the more forgettable. But she was nice to Top Heavy and even gave her support, and just like her she had been intimidated and bullied by American Dream and her clique.

The other heroine in the boat with them was Raccoon Girl. She was one of the unlucky women whose P-Gene had brought mutations other than just superpowers and enlarged breasts. When her enhanced agility and strength had activated she had also grown a large, bushy tale covered in grey and black striped fur. Not long after that her thick messy hair had all turned gray and she had also sprouted fuzzy ears on her head that looked like a raccoon's. The spunky young woman had embraced the new look, proudly taking on the name of "Raccoon Girl" which had seemed even more fitting once she realized she had heightened senses when the world around her was dimly lit.

But like Kick Girl her powers weren't impressive compared to others at The Academy. She knew, like Kick Girl, that if she graduated she would never have a world famous career. She'd be lucky to land a job as a support member in one of the super teams in a smaller city.

That's what the three heroines were chatting about as they sat in the boat together, each drinking glasses of ice cooled tea. "We're going to be nobodies," Kick Girl was saying. "Sure, we're going to make a difference, but only in some small town where there's barely any crime. And I mean, that's cool and the world needs C-list heroes like us..."

"We're not C-listers," Top Heavy objected.

Raccoon Girl rolled her eyes. "YOU'RE not! You can easily lift a tank, you can take more physical abuse than almost anyone else in our class AND you can fly— uh, I mean, you used to be able to fly. I mean, I know you have problems with it since you...uh... finished developing, but like you can still do it! Everyone knows the public loves a heroine that can fly. They get all the press, all the best jobs. The day after we graduate, you'll be off to bigger and better and things and we'll never hear from you again."

"No way," Top Heavy said. "We've got to stick together! Look, I've been looking at what cities have openings when we all graduate later this year. There is this place, Destiny City, used to be kind of small but it's been growing a lot recently. They've got a ton of new openings for heroines AND all of the city's current heroes are about to retire. It would be easy for all three of us to get stationed there! Hell, they don't even have a super team yet. I bet after we showed the local cops what we can do we could convince them to let the three of us form their official team."

Top Heavy felt herself go through the motions of the memory, enjoying the act of reliving it. This was a happy time spent with friends that were still in her life. She was vaguely aware that this was all a dream, that even at that moment these very women were probably on the way to save her. But then the dream seemed to shift. The bright sunny sky above grew dark with clouds, and the happy expressions on her friend's faces melted away, replaced by angry glares.

"Oh, sure," Kick Girl said with a sudden snarl. "You just want us following you around, doing whatever you say. Just like Southern Bell and that dumb twit Giantess do with American Dream. You just want a fan club, loyal little minions."

"Yeah," Raccoon said. "Well, we ain't falling for that! Once we're a team you're going to take all the credit, get all the glory while WE do all the work."

"No," Top Heavy said in objection. "It's not like that at all! That's not what I want. We're friends, a team; I'd never take the credit for—"

Kick Girl cut her off. "Yeah, right. Even if that's what you want you'll end up getting all the attention anyways! I mean, who is the media going to cover? Us or the chick with the tits so big they practically have their own gravitational pull!"

Both heroines stood up and approached Top Heavy. "Just look at these flesh monsters," Kick Girl said, grabbing hold of Top Heavy's bikini top and tearing it open. Her massive breasts, no longer supported by the top, fell down to rest on her lap.

"God, just look at how fat and soft and gross they are!" Raccoon Girl said, her fuzzy ears twitching. "What woman would want breasts that BIG and soft and... and... fucking gross!"

"Yeah, but you know men LOVE them," Kick Girl said. "The bigger the better, that's what most boys like. And with the biggest tits in the world you'll get all the attention from all the boys! The media is going to love you. And your colossal breasts will literally overshadow anyone dumb enough to be on a team with you. Hell, you'd be popular even in the south. With tits that big the racists perverts there wouldn't even care that your black."

Top Heavy sniffled, fighting back tears. "Stop it. This isn't you... none of this ever happened! I want to wake up now!"

"Stop it," Raccoon Girl repeated back in a mock baby voice.

"I want to wake up now," Kick Girl said in the same voice.

Then they both began to laugh, and as they laughed their voices changed. Slowly the sound of their laughter became that of American Dream and Southern Bell. Top Heavy blinked and when her eyes opened her friends were gone, replaced by the two heroines that had tormented her the entire time she had been at The Academy.

"No," Top Heavy said, starting to cry. "Just go away..."

"Awe, look, the dumb bitch is crying!" American Dream laughed cruelly. "What a baby you are. You're going to make a shit heroine. Hell, I bet you give up the first time a villain defeats you. And you know what's going to happen then, don't you?"

"Yeah," Southern Bell said. "You know the first rule of the villain's code: once you defeat a heroine she's fair game sexually."

"You know what they will do when they defeat you?" American Dream asked.

Top Heavy turned away, trying to stop the tears flowing from her eyes. "Make it stop, make it go away," she mumbled.

"They are going to fuck those fat tits of yours," American Dream said. She grabbed hold of Top Heavy's face and made her look back at her.

The heavy breasted heroine gasped. American Dream was now naked, her perfect breasts exposed but instead of a pussy the woman had a large, long cock standing erect between her legs. "Cock!" Top Heavy proclaimed.

"Yup," American Dream said, stepping closer to Top Heavy. "The bad guys are all going to have huge hardons like this just for you once they see these tits running around. They are all going to defeat you then they are going to fuck these tits, just like this!" American dream then jammed her cock into Top Heavy's breasts and she started to fuck her tits. "This is all your good for, isn't it?" American Dream asked her.

Top Heavy began to sob again. "No," she said through the tears. "No... no one is going to fuck my tits..." But she couldn't deny just how real it felt to have the dream version of the blond heroine fuck her breasts. And then the dream began to fade, the feeling of someone fucking her tits becoming even more real.

She opened her eyes to see Doctor Akitomi's body pressed up against hers. He had is cock buried in her dangling tits, busy fucking them and groaning in pleasure as he squeezed them together around his hard shaft. "Had to fuck them," he mumbled, noticing that she had woken up. "Couldn't wait any longer, had to see what it felt like..."

A moment later she felt an explosion of hot moisture spread out into her breasts. "Ahhhhh... There we go, that's better." Doctor Akitomi stepped back from Top Heavy, his cock dripping cum. Top Heavy could feel his semen oozing down between her hanging breasts.

"I've got loads of new data to go through," The doctor said as he cleaned himself up. "And I'm sure you'll need some more rest. But don't worry, I'll be back soon."

* * *

Chief Boyd sat at the head of the table, Deloris sitting next to him. He impatiently tapped a pen on the piece of paper before him as the gathered heroines walked into the room. Deloris proclaimed each of their names and main powers as they entered.

"Raccoon Girl, enhanced dexterity and super senses at night. Kick Girl, enhanced agility and a master of combat involving kicks. The Lone Star Duo, Texas Red and Buckaroo Blondie who both excel at 'wrangling' villains. Flower Power, who can control and manipulate plants as well as the earth they grow in. And finally Red Tanya, who has enhanced endurance and a bionic arm full of gadgets."

The gathered women all took a seat at the large table. It was a colorful, strange looking collection of superpowered women. Raccoon Girl looked strange, even amongst other powered individuals. Kick Girl, who sat whispering next to her, was by far the most easily overlooked and forgettable of the group. Even her simple, form fitting costume failed to stand out.

Next to her was the Lone Star Duo. They were both dressed in patriotically patterned red white and blue bikinis. Texas Red wore a flared short skirt and a flashy white cowboy hat, while her partner wore brown leather chaps and had on a hat exactly the same as her partner's except it was colored red. Both women had looped lassos hanging from the sides of the large belts that ran around their waists. Texas Red was obviously named for the bright red hair that flowed down to her lower back. Her skin was so pale that she looked almost like the color had been drained from her skin, while her partner was tan with dusty blond hair. Both were blue eyed Caucasian beauties.

Across the table sat Flower Power. She was a tall, thin woman with long, thick, dirty dreadlocks that made her look out of place at the table. Her costume didn't help: she wore a tie-dyed wrap around skirt, with a matching cloth top that barely covered her large breasts. Her costume was incredibly impractical and seemed likely to fall off of her if a heavy breeze blew through the room.

Finally there was Red Tanya. She was short and muscular. She wore a top that looked to be little more than a sports bra and a tight pair of shorts leaving most of her skin exposed. She had an incredibly tight, fit, well muscled body but her glittering, metal arm distracted from that. Its sleek form had bands of glowing blue energy running up it. Everyone at the table knew that although the arm's surface looked sleek and smooth countless devices were hidden within it.

"Is this all?" the police chief asked.

"Yes," Deloris said. "The city has three other heroines," she added, looking through a paper before her. "American Dream, Giantess, and Southern Bell; but they are all busy taking down a drug running operation and were unable to attend the meeting."

"Well, that sounds important. Glad we didn't pull them off that." He sat up straight, putting on his most serious expression. "I've called you all here today because—"

Suddenly an attractive woman dressed in a tight blouse and a short skirt came bursting into the room holding out an audio recorder before her. Two police officers were chasing after her, trying to grab hold of her and pull her out of the room. "Chief, Chief! Jenny Baltimore with the Destiny City Journal. Do you have any comment on why you've gathered almost all of the city's superheroines?"

The Chief's face turned bright red. "Get that god damned reporter out of here!"

The two officers managed to finally get a hold of the woman, pulling her towards the door. "You can't silence the press," she yelled. "I'll find out what's going on one way or another!!" The door slammed closed as she was removed from the room.

"Sorry about that," Chief Boyd said, trying to regain his composure. "That woman's been a pain in my ass since she started working for that newspaper... Anyways, we're here today because one of your own is in danger." He then proceeded to tell the gathered heroines that Top Heavy was missing and filled them in on what little they knew about Doctor Akitomi.

"We need to send out a team to find Top Heavy, save her, and deal with this mad scientist once and for all. I'm open to suggestions and volunteers."