[pre-story]Hello again! I'm not dead, I promise! This one's the first half of a two-parter, so keep any eye out for the rest, coming (relatively) soon!
As always, I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: All characters are 18+
Content warnings: Trans woman, unrealistically huge dick/boobs, muscle babe, rough sex, excessive cum[/pre-story]
A quiet metallic squeak echoed off the tiled walls of the locker room, followed by the muffled sound of water rushing through pipes, before finally, the shower head began to spray, the large, empty communal shower swiftly beginning to fill with steam. Melina reached a hand into the spray, testing the warmth, before stepping fully underneath it and letting out a gentle sigh of relief. The almost-too-hot water was EXACTLY what she needed, it cascaded over her generous curves, soothing the dull ache throbbing through her muscles. She felt the water beading down on the tender, reddened patches of her pale, smooth skin where adhesive-soaked spandex had clung too tightly and taken the outermost layer of skin with it. It had taken so long to peel off her glue-splattered costume that her muscles had started to get stiff... She made a mental note to try and develop a faster-acting skin-safe solvent. All the other fighters seemed to have left already, and even the sounds of the crowd outside had died down. At least she had the showers all to herself...
Mel shook her head and reached up, grabbing an enormous bottle of her own unique formula of shampoo off the shower shelf, before popping open the top and pouring a generous dollop into her palm. You needed a lot of shampoo when your hair was long enough to reach the back of your thighs. She closed her eyes and quickly began working it into her extremely long, silky, golden hair, getting more shampoo from the bottle several times, and making sure to lather extra-thoroughly wherever her fingers found a glob of adhesive tangled in her locks. The solvent additive in her special formula quickly began to dissolve away the adhesive- thankfully, she'd gotten to the shower before they had turned her hair into a tangled nightmare. As she rinsed the shampoo out a moment later, her hair falling like a golden waterfall as she ran her fingers through it, the worst of the tangles parted, and she sighed with relief... before grabbing the bottle of conditioner next to it, and starting the laborious process of working it into her hair in turn. Her hair was a point of pride for her, but it certainly took a lot of work to maintain.
Her mind began to wander to chemical interactions- a higher concentration of the solvent additive in her shampoo might serve as a decent base for an improved skin-safe solvent. Previous tests had shown it causing some irritation in higher concentrations, but it couldn't be as bad as the irritation caused by peeling it off her skin, and perhaps she could combine it with some sort of lotion to counteract the worst of the side effects... To the outside world, she looked like she was daydreaming, rather than playing out complex chemical reactions in her head. As her villainous alter-ego Honey Trap, she had a reputation as a ditzy, low-tier black mask with a glue-gun gimmick. Few were aware that her various adhesive mixtures were her own formulas, or that she'd invented the glue-cannons and canister she wore that allowed her to adjust the mixture of her adhesive on the fly. She was a literal genius, certified and everything, but just because she sometimes got distracted thinking about how to adjust her mixture and ended up making a stupid mistake, everyone seemed to think of her as some airheaded bimbo!
Her figure almost certainly had something to do with that- with her hair taken care of, Mel moved on to her body, soaping herself up as her gold-painted fingernails began exploring her curvaceous figure in her usual post-fight examination, checking herself for injuries. One arm wrapped across her chest, her forearm lifting her soft, cantaloupe-sized breasts, squeezing them together unintentionally as her fingertips traced up and down the side of her ribs. She winced as she found a tender spot- she flashed back to Hard Knocks's literally steely arms coiling around her ribs, crushing the air from her lungs as the towering, muscular, metallic woman delivered the match-winning suplex that had ruptured the adhesive canister on her suit and glued her to the mat. Mel sighed, and hoped she wouldn't bruise too badly.
Her inspection continued, her other hand gliding over her fair skin on a thin layer of soap, moving down, past her narrow, lightly toned waist and over her wide, rounded hips, to the twin globes of her juicy, jiggling ass. A soft smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she recalled Hard Knocks delivering a stinging smack to her rear as she'd walked past Mel in the locker room after the match, while she was still trying to peel off her glue-soaked costume. She bit her lip softly as she remembered the way Hard Knocks's hand had lingered, fingertips sinking into the plump flesh of her backside for just a half a second, and the confident, playful grin Hard Knocks had flashed her as she walked away, a glint of hunger in her gaze.
"Well, well, well." A deep, rich, womanly voice suddenly purred from the doorway to the showers. Mel startled, giving a small jump as she hastily wiped the soap from her eyes and began peering through the steam, looking for the source.
"Looks like somebody's havin' fun." Hard knocks commented with a smirk, her mahogany features framed by a dense afro of curly black hair, almost like a halo. She leaned against the doorframe with a hand on her hip, the corners of her full, dark lips curling up in a wry smile and her deep brown eyes gleaming with wicked intent. Her strong, proud features bore evidence of a rough and tumble lifestyle full of combat and danger- there were a handful of tiny scars on her forehead and jawline, and her nose wasn't quite straight, it must not have healed correctly after a break at some point. Internally, Mel wondered who could break the nose of a woman who could literally turn her body into solid steel or concrete at a moment's notice. Admittedly, there were a few superheroes- or villains, for that matter- that she was aware of who might be able to do it, it wasn't like it was impossible, but it was still a relatively short list.
Mel couldn't help but take in the sight before her. Her eyes roamed over Hard Knocks' powerful arms, layered with supple, corded muscle. Her full, firm breasts, each the size of a grapefruit and crowned with dark nipples. Her rugged, washboard abs, her cock... Mel's eyes widened as they fell upon it. It was bigger than some of her ex-boyfriends', and it wasn't even hard! It hung between Hard Knocks' legs like an enormous, thick, meaty sausage, reaching nearly halfway down her powerful, sculpted thighs and making Mel's mouth water. Behind it, a pair of fat, swinging balls the size of eggs hung low and heavy in their sack with backed-up cum. Mel knew she'd felt something press against her ass when Hard Knocks had grabbed her from behind, and it wasn't like the fact that she was trans was a huge secret, but she hadn't expected anything like THIS!
"Mind if I join you?" Hard Knocks asked, arching an eyebrow, smirking at Mel.
Mel blinked in confusion for a moment at the tall woman's question, before realizing what she must have looked like, standing naked in the shower, cradling her breasts with one arm, the other hand squeezing her ass while she closed her eyes and bit her lip. A rush of embarrassment came over her- some part of her wanted to explain she was just checking for injuries, that she wasn't doing anything indecent... She saw the gleam of hunger in Hard Knocks' eyes, and felt her nipples stiffen.
"Hmmm..." Mel muttered, a smirk spreading across her lips as she feigned indecision. "I suppose I wouldn't mind a little... company." She purred, squeezing her breasts together intentionally this time, lifting them slightly to better show them off.
Hard Knocks' smirk widened into a grin as she pushed off the wall and began to approach Melina. She prowled across the tiled floor, her wide hips rolling with every step, the motion sending that fat slab of cock between her legs swaying hypnotically, slapping against each sculpted thigh in turn. A shiver ran down Mel's spine. She could practically feel those dark brown eyes roaming up and down her pale, curvy figure like she was a three-course meal- all served up and ready to eat, and all that remained was deciding what to taste first.