He left the tower suite on unsteady legs, equal parts sated and irritated. Backwards-babe always took what she wanted, left him wrung out and magically tidied, and never let him forget who held the real power in their little arrangement.

Hours later, the base alert chimed urgently through the corridors. Apex’s crisp voice followed: “Control room. All members. Move it.”

Acro-Bat arrived to find Astroboy already hovering awkwardly near the holo-table and Impulse vibrating in place, both trying (and failing) to look anywhere but at Apex’s chest.

She stood with arms folded beneath her chest, the motion lifting and framing that infamous boob window even more dramatically. The white leotard clung like a second skin, the circular cutout displaying acres of flawless cleavage that shifted enticingly with every breath. She knew the effect she had; the stern set of her jaw only made the tease worse.

“Bank robbery downtown,” she said without preamble, pulling up the holo-feed. Security footage showed masked figures inside the vault, guards standing docile and glassy-eyed. “Multiple male guards and civilians neutralized—non-violently, somehow. Suspect appears to be a meta with some kind of… pacification ability. We don’t have an ID yet.”

She leaned over the console to zoom the footage, cleavage deepening impossibly as her breasts pressed together. Every male spine in the room straightened involuntarily.

“Eyes up here,” she snapped, voice sharp enough to cut glass. “That includes you three.”

Astroboy went scarlet. Impulse blurred in place faster. Acro-Bat adjusted his stance, still sensitive from Backwards-babe’s earlier games, and prayed the dim lighting hid his renewed arousal.

Apex straightened, breasts bouncing once with the motion—enough to make all three boys swallow hard. “We go in careful. No unnecessary risks. Acro-Bat, you’re point. Astroboy, heavy support. Impulse, evac and perimeter.”

“And you?” Acro-Bat asked, dragging his gaze to her face.

“I’ll hang in backup and assess.” A confident smirk.

As they headed for the launch bay, Apex’s voice followed them down the corridor, cool and warning: “And remember—no staring at whatever distraction the suspect throws. Focus.”

Acro-Bat shared a quick, suffering glance with the others. They all knew focusing would be easier said than done.

Acro-Bat hung back on a nearby rooftop, ears tuned to the comms as Astroboy and Impulse zipped ahead into the bank’s shattered vault entrance. Apex had stayed in the skies for overwatch, her voice a cool clip in his ear: “Report when you have visual. Stay sharp.”

“Copy that,” Astroboy answered, voice steady at first. A rush of wind crackled over the line—Impulse already inside. Then silence, broken only by faint breathing.

“We’ve got eyes on the suspect,” Impulse said, words tumbling fast. “Female, early twenties maybe. Black catsuit, skin-tight, like—really tight. Curves for days. She’s got these massive… uh… assets. Glowy pink light coming off her chest, kinda pulsing—”

Astroboy cut in, tone dropping lower. “Yeah. The light’s… brightening and dimming. Slow. Guards are just standing there staring. Oh god…”

Impulse laughed, but it sounded strained. “Dude, her tits are… massive. Like, Apex-level but… more. Way more—oh god.”

A low, involuntary groan leaked through the channel.

Impulse whimpered. “Need to… need to get closer… just for a second…”

Then nothing but soft, desperate groans and the rhythmic pulse of pink light that Acro-Bat could almost feel through the comms.

Acro-Bat’s stomach tightened. He fired his grapple and swung in through a broken skylight, landing in a silent crouch behind overturned counters. The vault glowed with soft pink light.

Astroboy hovered a few feet off the ground, fists unclenched, eyes wide and glassy. Impulse stood stock-still for once, vibrating only faintly, gaze locked forward. Both faced the same direction.

Enthralla.

She leaned casually against the open vault door, arms crossed beneath breasts so enormous the catsuit strained to contain them. The glossy black fabric was cut scandalously low, a deep plunging neckline that barely held her in. Pink light radiated from the exposed upper swells—brightening, dimming, brightening again in slow, rhythmic waves. Every pulse made the soft flesh quiver and bounce gently, drawing the eye deeper.

She noticed Acro-Bat immediately and smiled, slow and warm. “Oh look, they sent a whole team of teenage boys.” Her voice was honeyed, almost fond. “All grown up, of course—eighteen and over, brimming with hormones but teens none-the-less. Might as well have mailed me the money.”

Acro-Bat meant to move, to flank, to do anything heroic. Instead his gaze drifted downward, pulled by that gentle glow. The light brightened… dimmed… brightened again. Each cycle sent a warm throb straight to his cock, a delicious pulse of pleasure that made him harden instantly against his suit.

The light began to breathe.

Soft… then brighter.

Lighter pink… then deeper rose.

Each pulse rolled outward like a heartbeat, washing over him in warm waves.

And with every pulse—light, dark, light, dark—his cock gave a hard, helpless throb.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

Perfectly in time.

“But I’m not cruel, darlings. I *understand*. I know exactly what young men like you need. All that hormone-drenched blood rushing south, making you so hard, so desperate, so *helpless*. You can’t help it. It’s biology. It’s nature. And nature put me here, with these warm, soft, glowing tits, just for boys exactly like you.”

She traces a fingertip along the edge of her neckline, drawing their eyes deeper into the hypnotic valley.

“You have every right to stare. Every right to throb. Every right to let your young, eager bodies take what they’ve been screaming for. Feel that warm tingle spreading from your belly down to the tip of your cock… throb… throb… throb… just like my light. That’s your body saying *yes*. That’s your hormones begging *please*.”

She reached up and tugged the zipper of her catsuit lower—slowly, deliberately. More creamy cleavage spilled into view, the pink light intensifying as the fabric parted. The glow pulsed brighter, then softer, brighter, softer—matching the sudden heavy throb in Acro-Bat’s shaft. Each flash sent another wave of pure pleasure rolling through him, cock straining, precome already dampening the inside of his suit.

His thoughts, usually sharp and tactical, began to soften at the edges.

She’s right. I do deserve this. Apex never lets us look. Never lets us feel good. Always “eyes up here,” always denying…

She laughed softly, a warm, delighted sound—not mocking, just pleased.

“I do love how you boys look at me,” she confessed, voice low and intimate, as if sharing a secret. “All that hungry attention… it’s the one thing that’s ever felt truly mine” She gave her glowing breasts a gentle, proud squeeze, making the light flare brighter. “This makes you all so sweet, so honest. No lies, no pretending—just pure, throbbing need.”

Another pulse of pink light. Another delicious throb in his cock. Acro-Bat exhaled shakily.

Astroboy lets out a low, broken sound. Impulse’s hips jerk forward once, involuntarily. Acro-Bat’s breath catches, his own cock straining painfully against his suit.

Enthralla smiles, tender and triumphant.

“Poor babies. So strong, so brave… and yet so completely undone by a pair of big, soft breasts. That’s okay. Help me with my little errand—just carry these bags to my van, stand watch like good boys—and I promise you the relief you’ve been denied for months.”

She leans in closer, voice dropping to an intimate whisper that seems to vibrate through their bones.

“I’ll let you bury those flushed, desperate faces right here—” she presses her breasts together gently, creating an impossibly deep, glowing canyon “—feel how warm they are, how they cushion you, how they *swallow* you up. I’ll wrap my hand around each of those poor, aching young cocks… stroke you slow… then fast… then slow again… until you’re shaking, whimpering, *pleading*… and only when you’ve been the very best boys will I let you explode. Long. Hard. Endless. All the pent-up seed you’ve been holding back, finally pouring out for me.”

The glow pulses once, bright and approving, sealing the promise.

“You’re going to be so good for me, aren’t you, my sweet young darlings? Because boys your age… they *always* are.”

Astroboy and Impulse were already moving, docile and eager, hefting sacks of cash toward the waiting black van outside. Acro-Bat found himself joining them without hesitation, muscles working automatically while his gaze kept drifting back to Enthralla’s glowing, bouncing chest.

Each time the light pulsed, his cock throbbed in perfect sync—rewarding him, encouraging him, promising more.

“Good boys,” she whispered. “Such good, good boys.”

The last sack of cash thudded into the van’s cargo hold. Astroboy wiped sweat from his brow, breathing hard—not from the weight (he could bench-press a skyscraper), but from the relentless, throbbing ache between his legs. Impulse vibrated in place, hands twitching like he wanted to touch himself but didn’t quite dare. Acro-Bat shut the doors with a soft click, every movement deliberate, every shift of fabric against his trapped erection a fresh torment.

Enthralla stepped forward, hips swaying, the pink glow from her chest brighter now, pulsing in slow, deliberate waves that matched the pounding in their cocks. She reached for the zipper at her throat, fingers teasing the pull.

“Good boys,” she crooned, voice warm and indulgent. “Such perfect, obedient boys. You’ve earned your reward. I’m going to set these free…” The zipper hissed downward an inch, then two. More soft, glowing flesh spilled into view, the catsuit peeling back like it couldn’t hold her any longer. “…and then I’m going to let you come so hard you forget your own names.”

The three heroes groaned in unison, hips rocking forward involuntarily. Precome soaked through Acro-Bat’s suit in a dark patch; Astroboy’s fists clenched at his sides, knuckles white; Impulse whimpered, a high, desperate sound.

The zipper stopped just above her navel. One more tug and—

A sonic boom cracked the night air.

Apex crashed through the shattered skylight like a white-and-gold missile, cape snapping behind her. She struck Enthralla in the sternum with a precise, super-powered palm strike—enough force to fell a tank, but measured to avoid killing. Enthralla flew backward, slammed into the side of the van, and crumpled unconscious, pink glow winking out like a snuffed candle.

The sudden absence of the pulsing light left the boys reeling. The throb in their cocks didn’t stop—it only sharpened, raw and directionless.

Apex landed between them and the villainess, fists on hips, chest heaving with adrenaline.

“Suspect neutralized,” she said crisply into her comm. “Influence broken. Get her cuffed—astronium restraints. Boys, stand down.”

They obeyed mechanically, moving to secure Enthralla’s limp form with extra care. But the fog in their heads hadn’t lifted; it had only changed flavor. Their bodies still burned. Their cocks still ached with unspent need. Every glance at Apex’s chest sent a fresh spike of frustration through them—beautiful, untouchable, always just out of reach.