The Hunt for Mutato: Part 4

“The Last Ride of the Yellow Rose”

by Orb

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The Yellow Rose was on the outskirts of Los Angeles. Her mission: to apprehend a known accomplice of the infamous, Dr. Mutato. Little did she know, Judith Prim had infiltrated the Legions of Superheroines and secretly loaded her six-shooters with blanks. Just like Ultra Woman, the ever-cute cowgirl was on a collision course with calamity!

Traffic slowed as drivers paused to get a glimpse of the blond beauty riding by on her faithful horse, Austin. Not far away, a line of limousines delivered Hollywood’s most famous and talented to the red carpet of the Screen Actors Group Awards. Millions of movie fans from around the globe were tuned in to see their favorite stars make their grand entrance. Little did they know, a diabolical device was being trained on Hollywood's A-list actresses.

Not far away, in her secret lair, a boyish-looking young woman was reclined in front of her video monitor. Lying next to her on an end table was a copy of "The Beauty Fallacy".

"Tonight, I'm going to redefine the phrase ‘militant feminist‘! ha ha ha", Flattop laughed maniacally.

"I'm sick of Hollywood foisting their ‘concept’ of beauty upon us. All they love are girls with big tits. Well, I'm going to give them EXACTLY what they want!”

On the video monitor, the curvaceous young starlet, Scarlet Johonson was in the middle of the red carpet in a stunningly low-cut, metallic-gold dress. It gave the phalanx of photographers a tantalizing view of the beautiful blonde’s bountiful bouncing bosom. Standing next to her was the luscious Latin lovely, Selma Kayak. The bronze-skinned beauty, wore a strapless white dress that proudly displayed her amazing cleavage.

Flattop manipulated a hand-held, push-button remote. Joysticks, in her view, were too phallic in nature. Two yellow X’s moved across the video screen until they were poised on top of Scarlet’s two greatest assets. She pressed the firing button.

ZORT!!!

Suddenly, two bright pink beams of light shot out of the heavens, hitting the up-and-coming actress’s magnificent mammeries. Selma was struck next, followed by Katherine Beta Jones, and then Angelina Jolly. A minute later, the attack was over. Over a dozen actresses had been the target of the strange ray. Everyone on the red carpet froze except the photographers. They never stopped clicking photos.

“What was that all about?”, Scarlet wondered out loud.

“You about to find out!”, Flattop laughingly replied to the TV screen.

She watched the young woman’s face turn flush. Suddenly the top of her dress felt extremely tight. She was having trouble breathing.

Looking down, Scarlet exclaimed. “My breasts! They’re.. they‘re...getting bigger?!”

She flung her head back. The back of her expensive designer gown ripped down the center as her enormous and ever-growing breasts burst from the confines of her dress.

Riiiiiiiipppp!!!! Ka-blub!!!!! Ka-blub!!!!!

Topless, she stood helpless and bewildered in the middle of the red carpet as the paparazzi’s flashes went off all around her. Selma was next. The back of her dress tore apart, down to her cute derriere, as her now titanic tits demanded their freedom.

Ka-blub!!!!! Ka-blub!!!!!

“Now that’s what I call a wardrobe malfunction!”, Flattop squealed in delight.

The bizarre trend continued. Every actress on the red carpet was in the same predicament. Angelina Jolly and her romantic rival, Jennifer Aston were in shock. Their gowns were torn asunder as their breasts quadrupled in size. Shredded, their dresses fell to their ankles revealing that both women were sans panties. Their boobs continued to grow towards preposterous proportions.

Flattop gave a wicked grin. “Sorry girls. Those Hindenbergs are about to crash. Say hello to gravity and goodbye to your careers!”

America watched the whole humiliating affair. Scarlet Johonson watched in horror as her gigantic knockers were succumb by their own weight. Her nipples slowly declined from their upward inclination as her heaving breasts began to sag and fall. She helplessly watched as they drooped lower and lower. Five minutes later, she felt tips of her nipples touch the red carpet.

“My beautiful breasts!! No! I’m ruined!!!!”

Soon, the scene was filled with sobbing actresses. Each had a lengthy pair of drooping boobs resting on the red carpet.

“Ha ha! The “Sag” Awards. What a fittingly name for this event!”

Flattop’s moment of triumph was interrupted by the security alarm.

INTRUDER ALERT!.... INTRUDER ALERT!

With a click of her remote, she saw a voluptuous blond heroine tying up her horse in the back alley behind the warehouse.

“Ah!....The Yellow Rose. Ms. Prim said you’d be paying me a visit. A blast from my ‘breast enhancement’ ray will soon have you bursting out of your costume!”

As the former beauty queen cautiously made her way down the alley, she was unaware that her firm DD’s were being targeted by Flattop’s satellite above. The flat-chested villainess anxiously worked her remote. Two yellow X’s were now poised on top of the curvy superheroine’s bosom. She immediately pressed the firing button, but looked up to realize it was too late. The Yellow Rose had ducked inside the back entrance. As the door swung closed, two pink rays harmlessly stuck the pavement.

“Damn it!”, Flattop scowled. Echoes of the past, filled her ears. Taunting remarks about her “itty-bitty-titties” in the girl’s locker room came back to her. Now, her perfectly endowed nemesis had eluded her once again. Furious, she stood up and was immediately lassoed. Losing her balance, she fell to the floor.

“Gotcha darling!”, The Yellow Rose declared with a smile. “Now, come quietly. Me and the rest of the girls at the Legion of Superheroines have some questions to ask you.”

“I’m not going anywhere!”, Flattop hissed. She looked up from the ground at one of the most beautiful women in the world. The Yellow Rose looked like a cross between a 50’s movie star and a WWII pinup girl. Gorgeous face, gorgeous body, gorgeous hair, and perfect breasts. No woman on planet could ignite Flattop’s ire like Betty Wilson a.k.a. The Yellow Rose.

“Fine by me. I’ll have you tied up in no time. We can ride Austin down to the police station. It looks like you forgot to put on some makeup. Don’t worry, I can lend you some before your mug shot.” Betty teased.

Flattop gave a sneering laugh.

“You dimwitted fool! You think you’ve won, but you’ve walked right into my trap. I was expecting you.”

“You‘re a poor liar.”

“Am I? You have two choices. See the two panels on the far wall. The panel on the right is the entrance to my breast reduction machine. If you willingly enter it, you will be spared TOTAL humiliation. The machine will reduce any woman‘s bra size to an A-cup. It’ll milk your Texas-sized tits down to a pair of Rhode Island runts! Then you can return to the Legion of Supersluts and tell them they‘re next.“ Flattop smirked. “If you reject my gracious offer, with the press of my remote, the panel on the left will open and you’ll be very sorry.”

“I’m sorry. That sounds tempting, but I’ll have to pass.” Betty replied sarcastically.

“I was hoping you’d say that. Let me show you what’s behind door number two.” Flattop pressed the red button on her remote..

“Say hello to “The Cunt Puncher”! It’s a robot of my own design. It’s going to strip you bare, spread your legs, and pummel your pussy until you cry like a girl. Oh, by the way, I forgot to mention that your pistols are filled with blanks.” She let out a wicked laugh.

Hearing those words, Betty’s mouth fell open. She looked down at the Colt revolvers holstered at her waist. Was Flattop telling the truth? If so, how could this be?

The ring of a loud alarm bell broke her thoughts. A flashing red light went off as a panel on the other side of the room suddenly opened. A four-wheeled monstrosity roared from out of the darkness. On top, it looked like a mechanical octopus with eight metal tentacles. The eighth was tipped with a bright red boxing glove. Betty’s eyes widened at the sight of it. As fast as lightning, she drew her pistols and fired at its tires. Her worst fears came true. Nothing happened. The nine-foot-tall machine continued to dart towards her.

“I.... I don’t believe it!”, she stammered.

As she turned to run, four metallic tentacles ensnared her limbs and lifted her from the floor. Her useless revolvers fell to the ground, as the blonde beauty struggled to free herself. A large video camera and lighting apparatus lowered from the ceiling.

“ha ha! I told you! Now it’s hopeless. The world will soon witness my robot giving you a much needed attitude adjustment.”, Flattop exclaimed.

Betty’s cowgirl blouse was tied mid-torso, exposing her well-toned abdomen. A pincher grabbed hold of her yellow top and tore it off in one pull. It immediately returned for her bra. The voluptuous cowgirl watched her DD’s spill out as her bra was snipped in half and hastily removed. She had only a pair of tight bluejean shorts left on. Betty’s mind raced.

“I’ve got to break free. I can’t have the whole world see me stripped naked like some stupid bimbo!”

Flattop gloatingly taunted her. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time! Struggle all you want. You can only postpone the inevitable.”

Betty watched in shock as the arms began to slice off her jean shorts.

“What’s happening to me?!”, she gasped.

As the shreds of her Daisy Dukes landed on the floor, a single pincher rose up, grabbed hold of her white panties, and tore them off.

“What do you think’s happened? You’ve just been pantsed stupid!” Flattop replied.

The Yellow Rose continued to struggle. The curvy cowgirl fought a losing battle as the robotic arms spread her legs, exposing her hairy pussy.

“No!” Betty cried. “You can’t”

“You’re not so tough.” Flattop smirked. “You thought you could waltz into my lair and defeat me. Now you look like you’re about to cry. Are you ready for your just desserts? ”

This was the moment that Flattop had waited for. She regularly sicked her sinister pussy-pounding machine on unknowing victims. Her favorite targets were cheerleaders, strippers, and other women that made a living pleasing men. She loved how their tits shook upon having their privates punched. But this moment was special. The Yellow Rose had been laid bare and was now in the most awkward of positions. Now, her diabolical robot would deliver a humiliatingly painful blow to her arch-nemesis's genitals.

Betty helplessly watched as the boxing glove was positioned in front of her crotch. It launched forward, striking the helpless heroine’s most sensitive spot.

Thud!

The blow sent a ripple through her body. She gritted her teeth.

Uuugh!!!

Flattop gleefully watched her tits shake like jello. Betty watched in horror as the glove slowing retracted.

“No! Not again!”, she cried.

The merciless machine struck again and again. It delivered a series of sharp jabs to the mound of her pussy. The tentacles soon released her and the humbled heroine fell to the ground sobbing and cupping her crotch.

“Ow! Please no more! You win.” Betty pleaded.

The robot sprayed her with knockout gas.

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When Betty awoke, she found herself seated in the saddle of a giant toy horse on wheels. She was completely naked with her hands tied behind her back. Looking down, she breathed a sigh of relief. Her breasts were still as big and beautiful as ever. Yet, to her surprise, two strange objects were attached to her nipples. They were in the shape of miniature oil derricks.

“Those can’t be good. I’ve got to get free....”

Just then she noticed her ankles were locked into the stirrups of the saddle.

“Going somewhere?”

Betty looked down and saw Flattop standing next to the tall toy horse.

“Look.... I said I give up. I don’t want my family and my fan club to see me naked like this.”

“You were a so-called ‘beauty queen’. Putting your body on display is nothing new for you.”

Betty sniffed indignantly. “That was a scholarship program.”

“Whatever.” Flattop replied.

“I’m afraid your daddy and your fan club are going to be quite disappointed. You’re about to be paraded through Los Angeles like a modern-day Lady Godiva. Of course, your journey will end at the nearest maternity ward. Dr. Mutato, the master of impregnation devices, designed that horse just for you. The saddle you‘re seated on will soon fill your cunt with his mega-pregger formula, effectively ending your career. Oh, I almost left out the best part. I‘m sure you‘re wondering about the devices attached to your nipples. They are the world’s smallest and most powerful breast pumps. You have the most amazing natural breasts I’ve ever seen. Or shall I say ‘had‘. Once you’ve been impregnated, you’ll immediately begin to lactate. Those Texas-themed tit drainers will put an end to the oppressive images of your so-called ‘perfect body’. I’ve tested my ‘milk derricks’ on dozens of Hooters girls. They‘ll drain any girl’s chest in five minutes or less!”

“Please, not my breasts.” Betty stammered.

“Look at the bright side. No more back pain.” Flattop laughed. “I guess it’s time to say goodbye to you and your tits. Bon voyage loser!”

With that, the cruel villainess pressed the button on her remote and the toy horse sped off. Betty’s voice trailed off into the distance.

“Noooooooooooooo!”

It had all happened so quickly. Betty thought to herself. Then it occurred to her that those were the words of many a superheroine that had failed. Only an hour before, she was galloping through traffic. Now, traffic was stopped again as the naked heroine sped by. Her crotch was pressed against the saddle as it began to vibrate. Betty felt herself becoming aroused. She felt ashamed as her pussy began to moisten.

“It’s preparing me for impregnation! I can’t lose like this. I‘ve got to concentrate.”

A group of onlookers stopped and stared at her from the sidewalk. Some were smiling and pointing.

“Help me! This isn’t a joke. Help!” Betty cried.

The wheeled horse sped around the corner and the people disappeared from view. From behind, she heard some college guys shout “Ride’em cowgirl!”

Just then, she felt a phallus pushing up from the center of the saddle. It was at the entrance to her vagina.

“Oh no! It’s started.”

The curvaceous naked heroine writhed in the saddle and tried to free her hands. The phallus continued to push upward against her wet pussy.

“I’m being deflowered!”, she gasped as it parted her labia and tore through her hymen.

Now, it was inside of her. The dildo began to vibrate and piston back and forth inside of the buxom cowgirl. Despite her sexy outfit, Betty had always strived to be a role model. She had always adhered to her strong moral values. Now, she was naked for all to see and experiencing the ultimate in sexual pleasure. Dr. Mutato had spent his entire life studying women’s sex organs. His devices never failed to bring a girl to climax. For the young Southerner, the experience was overwhelming. Yet, in the back of her mind she knew the consequences. The diabolical saddle was about to fill her womb with Dr. Mutato’s pregger formula. A single drop would impregnate any healthy female for at least a decade. The victims of Dr. Mutato were condemned to continuously squeeze strange blue eggs out of their over-stretched vaginas. The dildo continued to thrust up and down as her pussy frothed with her juices. Inside her body, blood was being diverted from her brain to her engorged vagina. Horny and dizzy, reason faded away as the primal lust to be seeded overcame her. Betty’s vaginal muscles began to contract and release in rhythm with the vibrations as the phallus pushed deeper and deeper inside of her. Dr. Mutato’s orgasmic impregnation device was playing her young body like a Stradivarius. Finally, it reached her cervix.

“Oh! Oh my god! This thing is making a whore of me. I’m going to cum!”

Her loins yearned to be filled. Betty’s eyes fluttered and closed as her back arched. A powerful orgasm made her oblivious to the throngs of onlookers gawking at her nakedness. When she recovered, she looked down at her furry muff. As she did, she felt the cock inside of her fire a torrent of warm, gooey cum into her womb.

“Yes! ooooooo! yes!”, Betty cried in ecstasy. Tears ran from her eyes.

Gurgling sounds were now coming from her belly. Immediately, her abdomen began to bulge as the glow of sexual excitement quickly faded.

“No!!! I’m such a fool. I’m pregnant!”

Just then, she felt her nipples being tugged into the milker derricks as the pumps whirled to life.

VRRRRRR!!!!!!

“My breasts!!!”

Flattop’s words came back to her.

“I’ve tested my ‘milk derricks’ on dozens of Hooters girls. They‘ll drain any girl’s chest in five minutes or less!”

The Yellow Rose had captured Flattop many times before. How could have things gone so horribly wrong?

Betty looked down as two white streams shot out from the tops of the milk derricks. The pressure was enormous. Slowly, Betty’s full pair began to lose its firmness. The voluptuous vixen stared down at her breasts in disbelief.

“These things are unrelenting! My breasts can’t hold out much longer!”

After seven minutes, her amazing breasts were a thing of the past. Sagging and streaked with veins, Betty watched as they crumpled in on themselves. As with all the others, the derricks milked her boobs down to the last drop. Having wrecked her tits, they fell off.

As promised, Betty and her new body were paraded through town before being delivered to the maternity ward.

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While another member of the Legion of Superheroines fell to Judith Prim’s devious plan, the rest were still unaware of the danger ahead.

In Hershey, Pennsylvania, The Candy Man was preparing his insidious Banana-Splits Machine for the arrival of Rocket Girl and her young sidekick, Oryx.

TO BE CONTINUED.....