The Fantastic Four were mid-battle, a chaotic swirl of cosmic energy and brute force tearing through the streets of New York. Reed Richards stretched his rubbery limbs to lasso a rampaging Doombot, his face strained with focus, while Ben Grimm--the ever-pathetic Thing--smashed through metal with his rocky fists, grunting like a wounded animal. Sue Storm, the Invisible Woman, shimmered faintly at the edge of the fray, her platinum blonde hair catching the light, her body a sculpted masterpiece of cosmic perfection. The radiation that had gifted her invisibility had also swollen her curves into something primal--breasts heavy and round, hips wide and inviting, an ass that strained the thin, skin-tight fabric of her suit. Beside her, Johnny Storm, the Human Torch, flared with heat, his own suit clinging to every inch of his chiseled frame, the bulge of his massive cock and swollen, pendulous balls impossible to ignore. They were twins, Aryan gods forged in a crucible of lust and power, and they reveled in it.
Sue flicked her wrist, vanishing from sight, and Johnny followed suit, his flames winking out as he turned invisible. The battlefield didn't notice their absence--Reed was too busy flopping uselessly against the enemy, his stretchy dick a limp, pathetic noodle that hadn't hardened in years, and Ben was too lost in his own self-pity, his orange, craggy hands itching for a touch he'd never earn. Sue and Johnny didn't care. They'd been fucking since they were teens, long before the cosmic rays juiced them up, and the power surge only made it better. Johnny's cock had grown into a thick, veined monster, a slab of meat that throbbed with every heartbeat, his balls hanging low and fat, churning with seed. Sue's body, meanwhile, had become a wet dream made flesh--her pussy tight and dripping, her clit swollen from constant need.
In the middle of the chaos, invisible to all, Sue shoved Johnny against a shattered wall, her hands clawing at his suit. The fabric was so thin it was practically painted on, and she ripped it down just enough to free his cock. It sprang out, heavy and hard, the tip already glistening with precum. "Fuck me," she hissed, her voice a low growl, her blue eyes blazing with hunger. Johnny grinned, all teeth and arrogance, and grabbed her by the hips, spinning her around. Her suit tore easily--she'd designed it that way, flimsy and tight to show off every curve, every jiggle--and he yanked it down, exposing her plump, perfect ass. She bent forward, invisible hands bracing against the rubble, and Johnny didn't hesitate. He slammed into her, his huge dick stretching her pussy wide, his balls slapping against her thighs with a wet, meaty smack.
