Ultimamom stretched in her chains. "Hey, Ultraboy, I promise to turn over a new leaf, so can you let me free?"
Ultraboy smiled as he noted that removing all knowledge of Mindmaster's machine from her mind had been a sensible precaution. Teenage eyes drifted to her mammoth mammories of their own accord.
"I know I owe you an apology for all the fighting and thefts and everything, but it wasn't all bad, right? I know you enjoyed the view at least and once I'm free, you'll see a lot more. It'll be part of how I make it up to you and society."
Ultraboy's hands moved, freeing Ultimamom, and not, despite all temptation, groping her, though she wouldn't, couldn't, fight him, he was still a hero.
Ultimamom bounded up and hugged the teenager tight to her chest. Her tits pressed against him, covered solely by the spandex of her costume. His dick twitched and he could have sworn he felt her hips twitch and subtly grind herself against dick. "Thank you so much or showing me the error of my ways. Please, won't you try to help Ultimagirl too?"
"Of course," Ultraboy soothed, stroking her soft blonde hair. "But she may not want to listen."
"Don't worry about it, she'll do what I say." There was a light in Ultimamom's blue eyes that would have appeared odd to anyone who didn't know what Mindmaster's machine was doing to her libido. "But just in case." She collected the chains and vanished.
It would take time to get Ultimagirl out of jail without hurting anyone. It would also prove a useful test of Ultimamom's remaining mental faculties. Besides, he had something he needed to do.
He sprinted to his room, loosening his costume as he went, slipping free as soon as he closed the door, he hurled his naked frame into his chair and opened his favorite stroke material on his compter. |