As I cruised through Metro City's futuristic highways, I fiddled with the car's dashboard, and a smooth jazz tune crackled through the speakers—classic, timeless, a rare comfort in this chaotic world. The saxophone's wail blended with the hum of hovercars zipping past, their neon trails cutting through the smog. I leaned back, letting the music wash over me, the rusty black clunker rattling beneath me as I headed toward the Acriyit Corporation. The city's skyline loomed ahead, a jagged maze of steel and glass under a perpetually gray sky.
Suddenly, a deafening BOOM rocked the road. I slammed on the brakes, tires screeching, as a wall of flames erupted just ahead, swallowing the highway in a fiery inferno. If I'd been a second faster, I'd be ash. My heart pounded as I stared, wide-eyed. Another explosion roared to my left—a towering skyscraper burst into flames, then another to the right. What the fuck is happening? I craned my neck, scanning the sky for the source of the attack. There, hovering above the chaos, was a woman wreathed in fire. Her curvaceous body was a silhouette against the blaze, her massive tits and thick hips barely contained by a skintight red leotard that seemed to burn with her. Flames didn't consume her—they poured from her, like she was the source of the inferno. With a sneer, she hurled a fireball, incinerating a news chopper in a burst of sparks and twisted metal.
Another fireball arced toward the highway, straight for the cluster of cars—including mine. Fuck, I haven't even lasted a day in this world! I braced myself, cursing everything, when a blinding flash intercepted the flames. A shower of sparks and smoke cleared, revealing a muscular man in a blue superhero leotard, an orange cape billowing behind him. His jet-black hair and piercing blue eyes framed a chiseled jaw, his face a mix of youthful vigor and mature confidence. He was breathtaking. A sharp pang hit my head, and his name surfaced: City Man, leader of the Nine Titans, the world's most powerful superhero team.
The fiery woman—aptly named Blazing Woman, I'd later learn—screamed in fury, hurling insults at City Man. "You fucking prick! I'll burn you to cinders!" She conjured another fireball, but before she could launch it, a purple blur slammed into her from behind. The impact sent her crashing to the ground, unleashing a shockwave that cracked the asphalt and shook the city like an earthquake. The attacker was a woman descending from the sky, her purple boots gleaming, her leotard hugging her waist but leaving her torso bare. Her massive breasts bounced freely, her nipples covered only by patches bearing the female symbol. A crown-like headpiece sat atop her flowing purple hair. Another head pang hit, and her name came to me: FemiNora, the feminist superhero who fought for women's rights while saving the world. She and City Man famously clashed, their rivalry as fiery as Blazing Woman herself.
Blazing Woman struggled to rise, her flames flickering, but City Man was on her in a flash. With a single, brutal punch to her face, he knocked her out cold, her body slumping to the pavement. FemiNora landed beside him, her tits jiggling as she pointed an accusing finger. "You hit her too hard, you chauvinist pig! She was already down!" City Man laughed, his voice deep and mocking. "She just killed dozens, Nora. Drop your man-hating bullshit for once." He slapped a pair of glowing anti-power cuffs on Blazing Woman's wrists, neutralizing her abilities. Hovering news drones swarmed in, their cameras flashing, while my car radio crackled: "Breaking news! Blazing Woman has been defeated by the unstoppable duo of City Man and FemiNora!"
I groaned, staring at the flaming wreckage blocking the highway. Great, how the hell do I get to work now? I climbed out of the car, the acrid smell of smoke stinging my nose, and started walking toward the Acriyit Corporation. Man, I wish I had superpowers. This middle-class grunt life is bullshit.
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I was sprinting through the grimy streets of Metro City, my lungs burning as I checked the time on my wrist device. Fuck, I'm half an hour late! The Acriyit Corporation wasn't exactly forgiving to tardy janitors, and I couldn't afford to lose this gig. As I dodged a drone hawking cheap cyber-implants, another sharp pang stabbed my head. A memory from Steve Philips, the body I'd hijacked, surfaced: he used a shortcut through a nearby alley to avoid traffic. Without hesitation, I veered into a dark, narrow passage, the walls slick with grime and tagged with glowing graffiti. The air stank of piss and burnt circuits, typical of Metro City's underbelly.
As I rounded a corner, muffled voices stopped me dead. Instinct kicked in, and I ducked behind a rusted dumpster, peeking out cautiously. My jaw dropped. There, in the shadowed alley, hidden from prying eyes, were City Man and Blazing Woman. She was on all fours, her anti-power cuffs glinting as they pinned her wrists behind her back. The flames that had wreathed her earlier were gone, revealing a stunning Black woman with fiery red hair cascading over her shoulders. Her skintight leotard lay crumpled on the ground, leaving her completely naked. Her massive tits hung low, swaying slightly, and her thick, round ass jutted out, glistening with sweat under the alley's dim neon glow.
Blazing Woman's voice was low and teasing. "If you really do this, City Man, you'll cut my sentence, right?" City Man, the chiseled superhero I'd seen earlier, smirked as he unbuckled his belt. He tugged aside his blue leotard, revealing a disappointingly small cock—way smaller than the one I'd had in my past life, let alone the monster I was packing now as Steve. Blazing Woman burst out laughing, her voice dripping with mockery. "Oh, shit, I thought you'd make me work for it, but this? Looks like I'm the one slumming it!"
City Man's face twitched, but he didn't back down. He grabbed her hips and shoved his tiny dick into her pussy with a grunt. "How's that, huh?" he growled. Blazing Woman snorted, barely flinching. "Did you even put it in? I can't feel a damn thing!" Her taunts echoed off the alley walls as City Man started thrusting, his movements clumsy and desperate.
Plap~ Plap~
"Tell me it's small," he panted, his voice strained. "Say my cock's fucking tiny!" Blazing Woman raised an eyebrow, faking a moan as she played along. "You serious? You want me to insult your pathetic dick?" He nodded frantically, his thrusts growing erratic. "Do it! Now! I can't hold it!" She grinned wickedly, her voice cutting like a blade. "Fine, hero. Your cock's so small it's fucking microscopic. A goddamn speck! My pinky's got more meat than that shriveled nub!"
City Man groaned, his face contorting as he yanked his cock out. A pitiful spurt of cum—barely a dribble—shot from his tip, splattering harmlessly on the ground. Blazing Woman cackled, her massive tits jiggling with each laugh. "What, not even gonna finish inside? Scared of knocking me up?" City Man, red-faced, zipped up his leotard. "As if I'd let a slut like you carry my kid," he spat, grabbing her discarded leotard and tossing it over her. He hauled her to her feet by the cuffs, her naked curves barely covered as he prepped to fly off.
Blazing Woman smirked, unfazed. "Please, that sad little dick couldn't impregnate me." City Man ignored her, gripping her cuffed wrists tightly. With a burst of wind, he launched into the sky, dragging her toward the Acriyit Corporation's towering headquarters.
I crouched there, stunned, my heart racing. City Man, the leader of the Nine Titans, happily married with a son—Jack, Karen's boyfriend—was cheating on his wife with a supervillain in a filthy alley. And that tiny dick? No wonder he was so pissed all the time. I shook my head, stepping out from behind the dumpster, my mind reeling from the depravity of this world. Gotta get to work, I muttered, jogging the rest of the way to the Corporation, the image of Blazing Woman's mocking grin burned into my brain.