Justice [Futa on male, muscle, oral]

Jamie’s eyes danced across the words and images printed on the magazine’s slick and shiny pages. It was a thick biography of the woman of the year: Justice. A heroine to the downtrodden and victims of criminals everywhere. Justice was the first of a new wave of superhumans who took to fighting against lawbreakers and agents of chaos. The city had grown in an era of immense prosperity since she had started her crusade nearly five years past.

The young man idolized her, like most in the city, but he was also smitten by her exotic beauty. She was fair of skin, freckles lightly smattered near her eyes and cheeks, and she kept her platinum blonde hair cut short and slightly spiked upwards. Her ruby red lips were always curled in a warm smile.

All traditional feminine beauty ended though at her face. The rest of her was absurdly muscular. Her arms were thick and powerful, making professional bodybuilders wither in shame. Massive pectoral muscles popped firmly from her chest which also supported her melon sized breasts. Her neck seemed nearly nonexistent as her traps sloped downwards to join the bowling ball sized orbs of her shoulders. Her torso formed a tight upside down triangle where her lats flared out like folded angel wings before meeting with her obliques on her sides which framed her six pack mountain range of abdominal muscles. Hips corded with well defined muscles flared out and then led down to the thick swollen muscles of her thighs. Jamie imagined struggling to wrap his arms around a single one of her legs flexed quads as he licked his lips. Calf muscles as hard and perfectly cut as diamonds finished his ocular tour of the super heroine’s physique.

Picture upon picture was printed on the pages he flipped past, each highlighting the evolution of her costume, until he reached the page displaying her most recent ensemble. It was the picture of her in her most recent outfit that really set Jamie’s imagination a flutter. She stood legs apart, hands on hips, in a classic defiant hero’s pose. One side of her lips were cocked up, in an almost smug grin as she looked directly into the camera and the magazine’s reader. The greatest hero on Earth exuded such unparalleled confidence and power. No villain had yet to best the unstoppable might of Justice!

Where once she rocked a traditional hero’s garb with bright colors, spandex and a cape, now she wore a more utilitarian costume. A tight black corset made of leather and plasteel armor clung tightly to her abdomen while cradling a generous portion of her ample bosom. The pale freckled flesh of her breasts jiggled and bulged erotically over the top of her corset. Black fingerless gloves covered her hands leading up to leather cloth wrapped around the thick corded muscles of her forearms. A utility belt wrapped loosely around her midsection, dangling haphazardly against her thigh then up to the widest part of her hips. What appeared to be dark blue jeans struggled to confine the monstrous muscles of her legs with more plasteel armor woven into her costume at the thighs and shins.

All people were drawn to her immense beauty and unworldly physique. They couldn’t help but stare wherever she showed up. Nor could anyone ignore the massive bulging pouch between her thighs. Rumors abound as to what she had hidden between her thighs. A black leather pouch divided her dark blue jeans. It looked massive enough that likely both of Jamie’s hands could barely contain it. There was something alluring about it, intoxicating to the young excited man.

Jamie couldn’t look away. The thought of her made him weak in the knees. Reading tales of her daring rescues and adventures, he couldn’t help but dream of one day having her carry him to safety, swooping in at the nick of time and carrying him off. She’d give him her cocky super hero grin and say some cheesy line and he would be like butter in her powerful arms.[/CO

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