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Post by Kappa on Feb 20, 2024 21:54:39 GMT -6
๐Same idea as "After the Limelight". Just with heroes cause I'm a dork. ๐ค
๐Feel free to comment, pitch, and, of course, contribute if ya want.
๐Have fun, OR, don't. I ain't the boss of you! ๐
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Post by Kappa on Feb 20, 2024 22:14:51 GMT -6
90 years old, physically, a shriveled relict of her prime, Diana Prince, wrinkled, age spotted hands tightly clutching a walker, the clicking and clacking loud, her movement slow, with breath loud and floppy skinned, thin body arched with a big hump.
"I (huff) hate (puff) exercise Tuesdays at the mall!!!"
Brittle, white hair down to her sharp, bony shoulders, dressed in a red cardigan with blue sweat pants and a pair of soft, fluffy pink slippers, the heroine formally known as Wonder Woman, a title long passed to a more younger woman, shuffles from the food court to the novelty store.
A difficult task, yes, but, at the end of the day, her youngest grandson has been begging for a Pikachu Backpack!
"I need to sit down!" Diana gasps for air, taking a seat on a padded chair by the pretzel cart.
"You okay, ma'am?" A kindhearted cashier asks her regular.
"I'm fine!" Diana wheezes.
"Do you want a mobility scooter? I can have the mall security get it."
It takes Diana a moment to understand what she said. Stubborn, she refuses to wear her glasses and hearing aid at the mall... even though she's practically deaf and blind without them!
"I'm fine!" Diana growls. "I'll have you know, I saved this world a hundred times! I don't need a scooter!" Diana insists.
The cashier sighs.
"Can I at least get you a lemonade???"
Again, it takes Diana a moment to process the words spoken, but when it finally clicks.
"I want a strawberry lemonade and some cinnamon pretzel nuggets!"
"Sure thing." The cashier turns around. "You cranky ole coot!"
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Post by Kappa on Feb 21, 2024 11:19:17 GMT -6
55 Years Old, an aged blonde beauty with natural h cups bouncing in an enticingly black top with a matching leather jacket, her pop and fresh muffin top on full display, wide hips in a pair of leopard print stretch pants, her camel toe as heavy as her figure, with a rounded face showing off a pair of crow's feet, laugh lines on her collagen enhanced lips, with forehead wrinkles masked by frosted bangs, Dinah Drake, formerly the Black Canary in her youth, is on the prey for one her most favorite hunting spots.
A COLLEGE BAR.
"Hey, cutie, ever been with a real woman before???" Dinah eyes your typical science major.
Tall and lanky, youthful face, old enough to be the retired heroine's son!!!
"Um... no?" The young man answers what was obviously a rhetorical question. Dinah giggles, an attempt to be playful, purring like a cat in heat, licking her lips, an age spotted hand firmly on his knee. Her prize for the night!
His heart races, trapped by a mature, experienced woman of a certain age.
"I like teaching kids." Dinah comments. "I should've been a teacher... but I think this is just as good." Dinah continues to giggle. "Have you ever been with anyone..."
"Steve." The man responds. "Steve Wayne."
Dinah's eyes lit up, surprised by that comment.
"You're Bruce and Diana's kid?!"
Steve nods.
"Oh my gosh! I-I use to change your diapers!!!" Dinah had no idea Batman and Wonder Woman have a kid in college now! Where did the time go?!
"Oh... wow... that's um... okay." Steve coughs nervously. "So I guess I'm off--"
Dinah plants her whisky soaked tongue deep into Steve's mouth, his body wrapped into her spongy, alluring form.
When she lets go, Steve a sweaty mess, Dinah once again giggles.
"This is gonna be so much fun! That old hag is gonna have a heart attack when she finds out I took her little boy's v-card!"
... Steve wanted to flee... but at the same time, how the hell could he?!
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Post by Kappa on Feb 21, 2024 13:02:48 GMT -6
๐โโฌPart 2๏ธโฃ
55 years old, physically, a relatively slender, mature beauty in a sparklingly red dress frilled and ruffled to mask her pillowy arms, the pear shaped Amazon, wide birthing hips with a rather noticeable belly accumulated from a total of 3 pregnancies, with a matronly chest as bouncy as her Raven locks streaked with grey, Diana Prince finds herself on a mission of revenge.
"That hussy thinks she can sleep with my baby boy and get away with it???" The Retired Heroine once known as Wonder Woman mutters to herself as she stands inside a comic book store. The smells of grease and sweat wafted in the air, she crinkles her nose, thinking of nothing but getting back at that aging slut, Dinah Drake.
"Um... wel-welcome to The Quiver." A young blonde, 20 years old, a tad on the chubby side, frizzy hair in a ponytail, dressed in a grey t-shirt depicting her current obsession in anime. Tokyo Wizards. "Can-can I can I help you-you, ma-ma'am?" She awkwardly stutters.
"You're Olivia Drake, right?" Diana asks in rather seductive voice. She knew who this was, the question was unnecessary. Wonder Cougar knew her target!
The blonde, sweating more than she had, nods, jerking her light double chin. Her chipmunk face adorable.
"Y-Yeah???"
Diana grins wickedly.
"Wow, you've really grown! Do you remember me? Auntie Diana???"
Olivia blinks erratically.
"Um... y-yeah! Wow! Uh... h-hi!"
Growing up, Olivia had always been a huge fan of Wonder Woman. She's aged so gracefully, so elegantly! Not like her mom, the Black Canary! If she was unbiased, however, she'd see the two women are quite alike!
"Hi." Diana smiles brightly. "So, you work at your old man's comic book store, I see?"
"Y-Yeah, I-I love comics."
"Really? I couldn't tell!" Diana jokes. "What's your favorite series?"
"Oh, um, probably Space Man???"
"Ooh, Space Man? I took my son to see those when he was little!"
Olivia happily chirps.
"Yeah, they're great! And the new movies are even better!" Olivia gets excited. "The new one takes place 750 Millions Years ago on the planet we now call Venus. It's about this war between the planets we know as Venus and Mars and Earth is the battleground. It's fun and--" Olivia starts to blush a bright red. "Sorry, I-I geeked out a little there!"
"Don't worry, it was cute!" Diana winks. "Hey, when are you off???"
"Um... in-in an hour???"
Diana giggles.
"What a coincidence, that's the next showing for Space Man Origins 3: The Battle of Earth. Care to join me? My treat!!!"
It takes Olivia a moment to accept the offer, but as soon as she says yes, Diana thinks about what would be better: Eating her out in the theatre restrooms OR, behind the dumpsters right before an after movie ice cream?!
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Post by Kappa on Feb 22, 2024 12:25:02 GMT -6
๐โโฌPart 3๏ธโฃ
Dinah Drake and Diana Prince, retired heroines once known as Black Canary and Wonder Woman, two heavy set, middle aged beauties, mature, elegant mothers in their mid fifties, find themselves in what was a nightmare situation.
Their Kid's Wedding.
Specifically, the marriage of Dinah's Daughter, Olivia, and Diana's Son, Steve. The nerdy blonde Diana played with a year ago and the dorky college student Dinah toyed with around the same time. Neither heroine considered the reality their kids could end up together, making the rival cougars in-laws! But it happened, here they are! In-Laws!
"This is humiliating!" Diana, slouching in her chair, dressed in a frilly red gown masking her chunky arms, her position emphasizing her round muffin top, looks over at the dance floor to see her son with a young woman she performed cunnilingus on several times!
"Tell me about it! Your son called me Mom!" Dinah, dressed in black, her flabby belly on full display, cringes, highlighting the wrinkles on her rounded face.
"We're in-laws now!" Diana takes a shot of whisky. Dinah does the same.
"Yep...We're in laws!"
The pair once again take another shot of whisky and another and another and another!
"I... I can't believe this happened! I just wanted to get back at you!" Diana sniffs, her face flushed red! "Now my baby boy is married and soon he's going to have kids and... I'M TOO YOUNG TO BE A GRANDMA!!!"
"... Aren't (hiccup) you like hundreds of years old???" Dinah questions.
"Shut up!" Diana growls.
Dinah laughs. Her giggle sounding much like a wicked witch.
"What?"
"I'm going to be the cool young grandma!"
"What?!" Diana takes offense.
"You heard me! I'm going to be the cool young grandma!" Dinah smiles brightly, her teeth stained from wine she had earlier in the day.
"Please, I'll be waaay cooler than you!"
"No way! You'll be a boring old biddy baking cookies and I'll probably be buying DJ shots!"
"DJ???" Diana looks confused.
"Dinah Junior!" Dinah once again smiles, showing off her purple teeth.
"You mean Diana Junior!"
"You wish, you old hag!"
"Oh, go eat a muffin!!!" Diana slaps Dinah's plump belly with her back of her age spotted hand.
As the two women continue their verbal and lightly physical exchange, Olivia and Steve, dancing slowly to Ed Sheeran, look at the parent's table with concern.
"So... who's going to tell the moms you're expecting, Livy???"
"... NOT IT!"
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Post by Kappa on Feb 24, 2024 11:26:50 GMT -6
Stretchy Red fabric wrapped around an Age Spotted Sausage Finger jammed deep, deep up a blubbery, cellulite riddled ass, the aforementioned finger wiggles much like a caterpillar crawling on the floor, the motion fast, faster than she's physically moved in years.
When it stops, Harley Quinn, a soccer mom in the suburbs, long passed her days of debauchery, heroes, and the Joker, dressed in a black top that shows off her flabby belly rolls and saggy breasts, 50 years young, hair in a bob cut, 250 pounds of hamburgers, pizza, twinkies, and milkshakes, slowly ascends her finger upwards towards her nose, taking a quick and loud whiff.
Across the kitchen, sitting at the table with a cup of hot coffee in hand, her wife, Poison Ivy, as elegant and slender as ever, rolls her eyes while taking a quick sip.
"Classy as ever, babe!" Pam shakes her head.
"Damn straight, pudddin! Damn straight!" Harley giggles.
Once again fingering her butthole right in front of the opened fridge, she grins wickedly and asks...
"Do ya want bacon and eggs for breakfast or chicken fried steak?!"
Pam sighs. She's happy the kids are out of the nest. They'd hate breakfast... SHE LOVES IT!!!
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Post by Kappa on Feb 24, 2024 12:00:17 GMT -6
โฅ๏ธPart2๏ธโฃ
Sloshed with strawberry wine, rounded face flushed red, flabby body in a stretchy red dress with black ruffles designed to mask her pillowy arms, Harley Quinn-Isley goes on a rather raunchy, drunken rant at a Wayne Galla.
"So Batman was hanging from his ankles on a chain in an abandoned warehouse, right? Normal stuff. Basic shit. I'm bored. Mistah Jay just left me with Bruce while he tortures Robin somewhere in the city." Harley explains, sitting left of a matured Bruce Wayne, sitting right of a silver haired Wonder Woman, and sitting across her wife, Poison Ivy.
"So we sixty-nine while he's dangling and we're going everywhere! Just spinning out of control!" Harley giggles wickedly. "And right when I climax, right when I get that sweet spot, BOOM! The chain breaks right when the Joker gets back and we fall right on top of him!" Harley slams the table loudly, her bingo wings jiggling erratically.
Diana is repulsed and angry, Bruce is embarrassed, and Pam?
"Tell the one about Wonder Woman in Honolulu."
Diana and Bruce stare icy daggers at the "sane" one in that relationship.
"Which one?" Harley raises a puzzled brow. "The one where I cram a tiki totem up her puss or the one where we get kicked out of the Dole Pineapple Plantation?"
Diana blush's a deep shade of red as Bruce looks at his wife in disbelief. He's only heard the totem story!
"Both." Pam demands.
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