Getting Sweaty can be Fun
Comic Vore, GTS/GT, Shrinking, Unbirth
chapter 15
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
“Poor Harley, she was a shitty doctor, had shitty choice in men, became a shitty villain and now she’s a shitty seat,” Catwoman tsked as she pushed her ass down on Harley even harder, sinking the helpless villain’s face even further into her ass crack. Robin blinked several times as Catwoman looked towards him. She was talking to him. Slightly flustered, the Boy Wonder stuttered as he tried to say something before he slowly asked Selina the most important question of all.
“Did you just kill Harley?” The naked, frail woman hadn’t moved since Catwoman dropped her big, muscular booty on her face. While Robin doubted Harley could do anything to stop the powerful other woman, seeing her completely limp made Robin wonder if Catwoman had gone too far.
“Don’t worry about her, I think she’s just unconscious. I can feel her breathing through my pants. I got her face wedged so far in back there I can feel her lips on my asshole,” Catwoman let out a purr and started fidgeting around, apparently trying to get Harley to kiss her dirty back opening even as she was comatose. Robin blushed heavily at Catwoman’s lewd comment. He had seen the cat burglar act sultry and seductive, but she had never acted so shamelessly. Her newfound muscles seemed to not only make her tougher, but much more open to express any dirty thought that might pop into her head.
“Well, as fun as that was I better get you untied. I really need to get home and take a shower, beating that bitch up has me more sweaty then that time Batman and me fucked for ten hours strait,” Catwoman sighed as she stood back up, pulling Harley’s head off the ground for a few seconds before her ass cheeks let go of the girl and she flopped back to the floor. Catwoman wiped the sweat from her head and then reached down to push away the sweat that had run down all the way to her washboard abs. Her mostly exposed breasts glistened with her sweat, dripping from the heaving mounds onto the floor. As Catwoman looked back at Robin, she noticed him looking even more captivated by her then when she had been humiliating Harley.
“Interesting,” she mumbled under her breath and smiled softly. Was the boy so entranced by the way she was talking or was it something else that took his breath away. She momentarily put aside untying the boy as she tried to piece together what was on his mind. She was good at knowing what boys liked, it was mostly her boobs or her ass, but a few men liked other things, more dirty and dangerous things. Suddenly she saw it, he was watching the sweat trickle down her abs. She grinned sultrily; her fun wasn’t over.
“Let me tell you kid, never make your custom out of leather no matter how drop dead sexy you look. It rides up all over, clinging to every muscle you have like a second skin. It’s so tight that you can see the muscles moving when you do the slightest movement, like this.” Catwoman then flexed her arms, muscles moved under her custom and her breasts moved slightly apart. She flexed her stomach, the sold piece of muscle rippling as she manipulated her mass with ease. Robin couldn’t keep his eyes off her and even with the rope around him Selina saw his hard on poking out.
“But most importantly, leather makes you sweat like crazy. Your entire body gets so hot that your drenched before you can say ‘Wet and wild’. It’s such a pain to clean off all that sticky, salty sweat. It clings to you more then the leather and leaves this thick, musky smell that most people gag at. I did find a way to get it all off, I’ll tell you if you keep it a secret.” Robin nodded, his eyes wide as he tried to keep from shivering. All he could think about now was Catwoman’s muscles and the sweat coating her whole body, which was exactly what she wanted.
Knowing that the boy was nearly hers, Catwoman walked over to him and leaned in to not only whisper into his ear, but let him get a sniff of what a woman smells like all night wearing full body leather. Getting close enough to his ear that a little bit of sweat dripped on his shoulder, she whispered, “Only a tongue bath cleans up all that sweat. I used to lick every inch of my body clean from my toes to my tits, but I’m too muscular now to even reach my rock hard stomach. I think I need someone else to do it for me, care to volunteer?”
Robin moaned softly, his body getting hotter then Catwoman in all that leather. The thought of running his tongue over every bulging, sweaty surface of Catwoman’s body was driving him mad. He wanted to taste every part of her, from the dirty asshole that knocked Harley out to her heated, smelly armpit. Unable to speak words, he just nodded and Catwoman let out a loud purr.
“I knew you’d be perfect for the job. You’ll make a great licker as well as a few other things I have in mind. You’re going to be a Man Wonder when I’m done with you.” Catwoman rubbed the bulge between his legs, her pussy as wet as the rest of her from playing around. Harley was a fun distraction, but this was the main event and she couldn’t wait to break the boy in every way imaginable.
“Did you just kill Harley?” The naked, frail woman hadn’t moved since Catwoman dropped her big, muscular booty on her face. While Robin doubted Harley could do anything to stop the powerful other woman, seeing her completely limp made Robin wonder if Catwoman had gone too far.
“Don’t worry about her, I think she’s just unconscious. I can feel her breathing through my pants. I got her face wedged so far in back there I can feel her lips on my asshole,” Catwoman let out a purr and started fidgeting around, apparently trying to get Harley to kiss her dirty back opening even as she was comatose. Robin blushed heavily at Catwoman’s lewd comment. He had seen the cat burglar act sultry and seductive, but she had never acted so shamelessly. Her newfound muscles seemed to not only make her tougher, but much more open to express any dirty thought that might pop into her head.
“Well, as fun as that was I better get you untied. I really need to get home and take a shower, beating that bitch up has me more sweaty then that time Batman and me fucked for ten hours strait,” Catwoman sighed as she stood back up, pulling Harley’s head off the ground for a few seconds before her ass cheeks let go of the girl and she flopped back to the floor. Catwoman wiped the sweat from her head and then reached down to push away the sweat that had run down all the way to her washboard abs. Her mostly exposed breasts glistened with her sweat, dripping from the heaving mounds onto the floor. As Catwoman looked back at Robin, she noticed him looking even more captivated by her then when she had been humiliating Harley.
“Interesting,” she mumbled under her breath and smiled softly. Was the boy so entranced by the way she was talking or was it something else that took his breath away. She momentarily put aside untying the boy as she tried to piece together what was on his mind. She was good at knowing what boys liked, it was mostly her boobs or her ass, but a few men liked other things, more dirty and dangerous things. Suddenly she saw it, he was watching the sweat trickle down her abs. She grinned sultrily; her fun wasn’t over.
“Let me tell you kid, never make your custom out of leather no matter how drop dead sexy you look. It rides up all over, clinging to every muscle you have like a second skin. It’s so tight that you can see the muscles moving when you do the slightest movement, like this.” Catwoman then flexed her arms, muscles moved under her custom and her breasts moved slightly apart. She flexed her stomach, the sold piece of muscle rippling as she manipulated her mass with ease. Robin couldn’t keep his eyes off her and even with the rope around him Selina saw his hard on poking out.
“But most importantly, leather makes you sweat like crazy. Your entire body gets so hot that your drenched before you can say ‘Wet and wild’. It’s such a pain to clean off all that sticky, salty sweat. It clings to you more then the leather and leaves this thick, musky smell that most people gag at. I did find a way to get it all off, I’ll tell you if you keep it a secret.” Robin nodded, his eyes wide as he tried to keep from shivering. All he could think about now was Catwoman’s muscles and the sweat coating her whole body, which was exactly what she wanted.
Knowing that the boy was nearly hers, Catwoman walked over to him and leaned in to not only whisper into his ear, but let him get a sniff of what a woman smells like all night wearing full body leather. Getting close enough to his ear that a little bit of sweat dripped on his shoulder, she whispered, “Only a tongue bath cleans up all that sweat. I used to lick every inch of my body clean from my toes to my tits, but I’m too muscular now to even reach my rock hard stomach. I think I need someone else to do it for me, care to volunteer?”
Robin moaned softly, his body getting hotter then Catwoman in all that leather. The thought of running his tongue over every bulging, sweaty surface of Catwoman’s body was driving him mad. He wanted to taste every part of her, from the dirty asshole that knocked Harley out to her heated, smelly armpit. Unable to speak words, he just nodded and Catwoman let out a loud purr.
“I knew you’d be perfect for the job. You’ll make a great licker as well as a few other things I have in mind. You’re going to be a Man Wonder when I’m done with you.” Catwoman rubbed the bulge between his legs, her pussy as wet as the rest of her from playing around. Harley was a fun distraction, but this was the main event and she couldn’t wait to break the boy in every way imaginable.
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