Super Lover free porn video

Super Lovers Story by Angela J. ([email protected]) Editing by Steve Zink ([email protected]) Episode 1 "The Beginning" "Legend tells of two super beings, one male and one female. Their powers were derived from their super suits and each other. The suits were designed for two lovers. The lovers, wearing their super suits, made love in order to temporarily obtain their super powers. Together they were invincible. Apart and alone, they would fail..." I quickly got bored with the comic book story line on the single piece of paper. It was not worth reading. I looked up from the sheet of paper to see the person who handed it to me. Mark and I had been roommates for a couple of months by then, and good friends since third grade. Along with Mark, my brother Jason and I spent so much time together growing up that Mark was practically my second brother. When Mark and I both decided to go the same college, we also decided to get an apartment together. For the most part, it was nice living with a friend. Since we were both new to the city and did not know anyone else, we spent a lot of time together. Most of the things that we did, I enjoyed doing. But Mark's fascination with comic books was beginning to tire me. When we were kids, we both enjoyed reading comic books and discussing various events and characters in them. However, I grew out of that phase as I got older. But Mark still enjoyed reading the childish stories. In the past, I did not mind humoring Mark by reading the stories and even talking about them. But I was in college now, and I wanted to do something a little more grown up. Mark spent too much time reading the garbage. "It looks like a fun story," I said. "But I'm in the mood to do something different. How about going to a club, and checking out the girls?" "It's more than a story, Tony," Mark said. "I know, its probably an epic saga, or something, but it's a nice day and..." I said. "You don't understand. It is more than a story, it's real," Mark countered. "What are you talking about?" I asked. "The super suits, I bought them," Mark responded. I knew that Mark could go a little crazy about superhero nonsense. He probably went to another one of those geek events known as comic book conventions, and spent a fortune. "How much did you spend this time?" I asked. "That's not important. I got the super suits!" Mark practically yelled. I looked at Mark with pity. He was a boy in a man's body. Oh well, I wasn't his parent. What else could I do? He was an adult, and if he wanted to waste his money on stupid outfits, well, let him. "Look, Mark, I'm sure these suits are interesting, but I'm not in the mood to talk about them right now. I'm going to get some beer. You're welcome to join...," I said. "Tony, just take a look at the suits first, okay?" Mark asked. "Maybe later," I said, and walked toward the door to our apartment. "You coming or not? "Naah. I want to try on the super suit," he said. "I'll see you later, then," I said, and walked out the door. *** The Big Elephant was usually a busy club at nighttime. It would be rocking with local music in about four hours. But that early, it was almost empty. A couple guys were playing pool, and a few more bland looking types were sitting in a booth. I almost left before I noticed three girls sitting outside in the patio area. The girls kept my interest. Thanks to my fake ID, I had no trouble getting a beer, and was soon sitting at a table next to the girls. Most of the girls in our college town were beautiful, and these three were no exception. If I could just get up enough nerve to ask a girl out, then I could spend less time with Mark and his comic books. I made a deal with myself. If one of the three smiled at me, I would approach them. What did I have to lose? I drank my beer as I faced the girls. The girl closest to me was facing away from me. She had beautiful, long black hair that reached all the way down to the seat of her chair. She wore a tank top and jeans. The girl sitting across from her had nice tits, and short blonde hair. She wore a tight shirt and skirt combination. The third girl had long blonde hair. She seemed a little too skinny for my tastes. I could barely see the outlines of her tits on her yellow shirt. "My favorite is Julius Caesar," said the girl with the long black hair. "It has more than just one main character, and the plot is something a common person can relate to." The girl with short blonde hair smiled. Was she smiling at me, or at her friend? Should I try to meet them? My heart beat fast as I considered my options. I knew that if I didn't take chances, I would be stuck with Mark and his stupid comics. I had to make a move. I would just wait for the right moment, and join in their conversation. Although I always found Shakespearean plays boring, I decided to pretend to like his work. I listened in on the girls' conversation, and heard the skinny girl say, "My favorite is Romeo and Juliet. Give me a love story any day." "Excuse me, are you girls talking about Shakespeare? I love his plays," I lied. "He is such a genius when it comes to word selection." The girl with the short blonde hair smiled and said, "We're just talking about our favorite Shakespearean plays. Do you have a favorite?" "I enjoy all of them, from comedies like Midsummer Nights Dream to tragedies like Hamlet and MacBeth," I said, "but if I had to pick one, I guess my favorite is Henry V. I enjoy reading about heroic characters." "That's my favorite, too," said the girl with the short blonde hair. She smiled at me, and said, "Aren't you in my 'Introduction to History' class?" I didn't recognize her from my class, but this was a golden opportunity, so I lied again, "Yeah." "My name is Susan," said the girl with the short blonde hair. "I'm Tony," I said in reply. Susan motioned me to join her group, and I happily sat next to her. The four of us spent a couple of hours talking about other authors and artists. As we talked, I started to really like Susan. Her smiles were intoxicating. Most of the time, when I spoke, I said things that I thought Susan would like to hear. After a while, I felt a connection between the two of us. Although the other two girls were still there, my attention was directed solely at Susan. I guess the other girls got annoyed when I agreed with what Susan was saying for the fourth time. The brunette got up from the table, and said, "We have to get back." The skinny girl quickly agreed, and got to her feet. Susan reluctantly got up from her chair. Susan then smiled, and asked, "What are you doing this Saturday?" "I don't have any plans," I answered. "Great, come to our party. I live at the Liberty Co-op, and we're throwing a party. Do you know where that is?" she asked. The Co-op was near my apartment. "Sure," I said. "Then I'll see you at around seven this Saturday." "Okay," I said, and smiled with happiness as Susan and her friends left the club. It looked like I had made at least a friend, and if I played my cards right, I may even get a girlfriend. I walked back to my apartment in a state of joy, thinking about Susan and her smile. *** As soon as I entered my apartment, Mark startled me by suddenly stepping in front of me. His facial expression was that of a mad man. "What do you think?" he asked. "About what?" I asked. "The super suit. I'm wearing it," Mark said. He looked normal. He wore a normal looking shirt, pants, sox and shoes. Somehow, I expected to see him with a mask and possibly a cape. "That's the costume?" I said. "It looks normal." "Looks can be deceiving," he said, "and I already feel a little stronger. But to get the full effect, the other suit must also be utilized." "You're crazy," I said. As I attempted to push him away, in a friendly manner, I felt the muscles on his chest. I didn't know that he was this muscular. He seemed taller, too. I couldn't put my finger on it, but he also looked a little different in other ways. Well, it must be the beer. "I'm sure it's all your imagination," I said. "You don't believe me?" he said, looking rather sad. "I don't believe in superheroes," I said. "Hey, at least it doesn't look weird. You can wear that, and look normal. In fact, you look pretty good in it." "Thanks," Mark said as he smiled. His close proximity and his smile made me feel a little awkward. "Hey, move out of the way, I'm feeling a little sleepy from the beer, and I want to take a nap," I said. After Mark stepped aside, I walked into my room, took off my clothing, and headed straight for bed. Soon after I laid down on the bed, I fell asleep. *** "Oh my God!" Mark's loud expression suddenly woke me up. He was in my room. "What the fuck?" Mark never entered my room while I was sleeping before, and his presence startled me. But this concern was replaced by a bigger worry. Despite the fact that I said those words, I heard a feminine voice. "You even sound like a female!" Mark said. Mark's words fully woke me up, and I jumped out of my bed. As I jumped up, I felt my hair touch my face and my tits jiggle. When I looked down, I saw a woman's body with tits and everything. "What the fuck?" I heard a female voice again. "It works," said Mark. "The second suit works!" I looked at the clothing that I was wearing. It was a blouse, skirt, and flat sandals combination. It looked like normal clothing. Or did it? Somehow, I was wearing, at the same time, something right out of a comic book. A tight, skimpy outfit, complete with mask, gloves, and stiletto heeled boots was in the background, barely visible. Mark's clothing also had a dual look. He was still wearing his shirt and pants, but if I looked carefully, I could also see a costume that a superhero would wear. "What the fuck?" I said again in my definitely feminine voice. "Fascinating, the suits must have a disguise factor," Mark said. "If we want to look like superheroes, we can put our suits in superhero mode, and it looks like a super suit. But if we want to blend in more, our outfits look like normal, everyday clothing. Only the people wearing the suits can see the suits in both modes at the same time. The mode that is in the dormant stage appears in the background." At that time I was more concerned about my body. The scary thing was that my body looked good in both feminine outfits. "What have you done to me?" I asked. "Nothing," said Mark. "Nothing permanent, anyway. I had to test the second suit, and I didn't trust anyone else to keep the secret. Since you wouldn't put it on voluntarily, I waited until you fell asleep. When I was certain that you were asleep, I put it on you." "You mean the suit turned me into a female?" I asked. "Not any female, but a Super Lover Girl," he said. I looked at the clothing in disgust. It had robbed me of my manhood. "Take it off me!" I yelled. "Don't worry, the changes are temporary, unless you wear it continuously for more than twenty-four hours," Mark said. "Take it off!" I yelled again, as I attempted to rip the clothing off. "I can't," he said. "Only you can take it off. It's a super suit. No one can force it off, or damage it. Not only that, you can't get hurt or harmed while wearing it. Isn't it fantastic? You look great in..." "How do I take it off?!" I yelled again. "Just take it off, like any other clothing," he said. "Since it seems to be in the civilian mode, take the blouse and skirt off." I did as instructed. I first removed the blouse, and found my unfettered tits underneath. Taking the blouse off didn't change me back. I started to panic. I quickly removed my skirt, and found myself naked in front of Mark. "I haven't changed back!" I yelled. "You have to remove all of it, including the sandals," stated Mark, staring at my naked body. I quickly removed the sandals, and finally changed back to my normal self. Still naked, I grabbed my dick and balls and was reassured to know that they were still there. Once relieved that I was back to being my normal male self, I focused my attention on my roommate. "You jerk," I said, as I punched Mark on the face. Despite my best efforts to hurt him, he didn't even flinch. My fist, on the other hand, felt like I had punched steel rather than skin. I grabbed my hand in pain and said, "You had no right, putting that suit on me and turning me into a female." "You're right," he said. "I will never do it again without your permission. I just had to see if it worked." I still wanted to kick his ass, but learned from my last experience that it would only get me hurt. "You are such a dick, sometimes," I said as I walked past him and out of my room. I thought about leaving the place, but the experience shook me severely, and I needed time to relax a little before stepping out. I sat on the sofa and tried to relax, but my memory of me as a woman kept coming back. The more I thought about it, the more I became angry and ashamed at the same time. If I was going to relax, I was going to have to get my mind off the weird transformation. In order to forget what had happened, I turned on the television. The ten o'clock news was on, and a reporter was talking about a fire. According to the reporter, a fire started at the Liberty Co-op. 'Oh no,' was my first thought. 'Not the Liberty...' The reporter then said that one girl was missing, and that the firemen believed that she was still in the building. The anchor asked for the girl's name, and the reporter said that the firemen didn't release that information. What if it was Susan? I knew that I didn't know her very well, but I felt a connection. And at that time, I would have done anything to save her. Because I was so preoccupied with the news, I didn't notice Mark coming into the living room. "I can save her, with your help," said Mark. "What?" I asked. "The suits can give me the power to save her," he said. "Mine can give me superhuman strength of body and mind." "Then go save her," I said, noticing that he was still wearing the suit. "You don't understand," he said. "The super suits work together. I need another person to wear the female suit." "No way..." I was beginning to say, when I was stopped by the next bit of news. The reporter said that the firemen were now certain that a girl was stuck in the building. While fighting the fire, the firemen heard screams and coughs. Unfortunately, the fire was too strong to attempt immediate rescue. At that time, the firemen were attempting to slow down the fire first, before a rescue attempt could be made. The fear was that the girl would die before they could get to her. What if Susan was trapped in the building? "I can save her, with your help," Mark said again. "All right," I said. I followed Mark's instructions, and put the suit on my body once again. I put the blouse and skirt on, and did not notice any changes, but when I put the sandals on, I suddenly became a woman again. Although I closed my eyes during the transition, I could not mistake the sensations that followed. My tits and ass grew out of nothing, while my dick and balls disappeared, and their place appeared a pussy. "I put the suit on for you, now go save the girl," I pleaded. "I can't just yet," he said. "You need to charge up the suit." "How do I do that?" I asked. "The super suits are charged up by the wearers' sexual acts." "What?!" I said, disgusted at what he'd said. "I am definitely stronger with the suit, even on empty. And you are definitely beautiful with the suit on, even on empty. But in order to get the full effect, the suits must be charged up. The only way I can save that girl is to be a super human. For me to have superhuman strength, we must make love. I am not asking you to spread your legs or to give me a blow job," he said. "Just jack me off." As he said the last words, he pulled out his dick from his pants. It looked gigantic. I wondered if his suit had any effect on the size of his dick. When I didn't touch his dick, despite his urges, Mark yelled, "We're running out of time. Do you want me to save the girl, or not?" At his words, I swallowed my pride and grabbed his dick with both hands. To my shame, I instantly knew what techniques would work best on his dick. I knew just where to touch, and how much pressure to apply. As he fucked my delicate small hands, I knew that I was pleasuring him. I guess my suit gave me that feminine knowledge and ability. He moaned with pleasure with every stroke of my hands. With desperation and thoughts of saving my lovely Susan, I stroked his dick with loving care. My hands worshiped his dick for several minutes. My effort was finally rewarded, when he exploded. His load landed on my tits. I looked with fascination as the sperm was absorbed into my clothing and my skin. It just disappeared into me. As my body swallowed the male liquid, I felt my suit charge up. I knew then that I had some power that I did not possess before. Mark quickly put his dick back in his pants, and ran out of the apartment. I sat there watching the television, in fear of what may happen to the girl in the building, and feeling sick at what I had just done. Soon after Mark left my apartment, he arrived at the scene of the fire. I watched the television, as he ran past the yelling firemen. They were attempting to stop this madman from entering the building. But Mark was too fast for them. After only a few seconds, Mark exited the building, holding Susan in his arms. The crowd, including some of the firemen, applauded and cheered. Mark handed Susan to some paramedics, and ran away. The amazed news reporter recounted over and over how this mysterious hero came from nowhere. In an interview, Susan revealed that she did not remember what happened. One of the paramedics said that Susan was going to be all right. After hearing the good news, I started to remove the humiliating suit. But I remembered the strange sensation that I felt as my body took in Mark's sperm. I didn't feel stronger, but at same time, I knew that I had some type of power that I didn't have before. I became curious, and decided to test my powers. When I attempted to lift the sofa, I learned that super strength was not one of my powers. I tried to fly, and fell on my plump ass. My attempt to see through the walls also failed. While I was continuing to test the suit, Mark returned to the apartment. He looked exhausted. "Are you all right?" I asked. "I'm fine, but that was a close one. Before I reached the exit, I could feel my strength fading. There was a possibility that I could have failed my first mission. The suit would have prevented any injuries to me, but the girl could have been killed if I had lost my strength sooner. My theory is that different sexual contact charges up the suit with different amounts of power. I wonder what oral and vaginal sex will do? Next time we can't afford to risk a premature loss of power," he said, while looking directly at me. "Look, buddy, there is no next time," I said. "I only did it this time to save that girl. So if you want someone to charge up your suit again, then you'd better find another partner." Mark smiled. "Okay, okay, calm down. It wasn't so bad, was it? Besides, if you hate the suits so much, why are you still wearing yours?" he asked. "I was just curious about what powers this suit gave its wearer, that's all," I declared. "Your suit gives you the power of metamorphosis," he said. "Meta-what?" I asked. "The power to change shapes," he said. I wanted to see if what Mark was saying was true. I quickly walked into the restroom, and faced the mirror over the sink. The image in the mirror portrayed a very beautiful red head. Her tits were okay, but could have been bigger. As I thought about bigger tits, my tits suddenly started to grow. Amazingly, the clothing also expanded to watch the growth on my tits. Once I stopped thinking about the tits, my tits stopped growing. I thought that this body would look nice with blonde hair, and then my hair slowly changed colors. Then I wondered if I could change anything other than my body and hair. I wondered if I could actually change the shape of my clothing. I thought about the suit's other image. It was a suit a heroine would wear. As I thought about it, my blouse, skirt, and sandals dropped into the background, and a tight-fitting bodysuit, which left little to the imagination, came to the fore. My sandals changed to boots, and a mask and gloves appeared from thin air. In the super suit, my huge tits and the lack of the bulge between my legs clearly showed that I was now a female. Then I wondered if I could change myself into a guy, and tried to do it, but before anything could happen, my powers faded. When I asked Mark whether I could change myself into a guy, he volunteered to have sex with me so that I could get my power back, and attempt the change. I slapped his face and began to cry. "I am never doing anything sexual with you or any other man again," I declared, and started to remove my clothing. Once the tight bodysuit, mask, gloves, and boots were off my body, it turned back into the blouse, skirt, and sandals, and I changed back into myself. After changing back, I wondered why I cried. Sure, the events that had occurred were traumatic, but I was a guy inside. And a guy never cries. I feared that the suit changed more than the wearer's body, and vowed to never again wear it, no matter what. Episode 2 "The Trap" Although it had been almost a week since I was temporarily changed into a female by the super suit, I still couldn't get the nightmare of being a woman out of my mind. I still woke up in the middle of the night with flashbacks of me giving my friend, Mark, a hand job. But what else was I to do? I couldn't leave Susan to die. After the ordeal was over, I swore to myself that I would never wear that suit again. No matter what happened. But here I was, looking at the damn suit and contemplating wearing it again. The typed note was still in my hands. It read: "I have captured your friend, and his super suit. If you want to see him alive again, come to 3773 West Brook by seven tonight. Make sure you bring the second suit. Don't tell anyone, and come alone." What did Mark get himself into this time? Playing superhero, no doubt, put him in serious danger. The person that wrote the note sounded dangerous. And I was afraid that, even if I handed him my suit, he would still harm Mark and myself. There was only one hope for Mark. I had to rescue him. The best way to do that was to use my super suit. Even on empty, the suit would provide me protection from harm. I had to wear it again. With that realization, I put the blouse on and then the skirt, and then the sandals. As soon as my costume was on, my tits and butt grew while the rest of my body became slender and smaller. I also knew that my dick and balls were gone, and in their place was a pussy. As soon as I put the suit on, I wanted to take it off and never wear it again. But I had to sacrifice my feelings to save a friend. Didn't I wear it to save a girl I barely knew? How could I turn my back on my friend? I knew that the suit was empty, and that I couldn't use it to change my shape. I wondered if I was violating some type of fashion taboo by wearing the same outfit twice in one week. This was strange. I never really cared about fashion before. And here I was thinking about my clothing when my friend's life could be in danger. I thought I must be going crazy. By the time I put on the costume, it was 6:45 p.m. I had waited 'til the last minute before wearing the suit. Now, if I wanted to save Mark, I had to hurry to the designated location. For the first time in my life, I went outside of my apartment as a female. It was strange, I felt very vulnerable. Everything looked so big. When other guys stared at me, I felt like running back home and locking my doors so that no one could see me like this. But I had to face this humiliation if I was to be successful in saving my friend. So I swallowed my pride, and walked quickly towards my destination. 3773 West Brook looked like an abandoned warehouse. Trash and debris were all over the place. The building was covered with graffiti. The doors were locked with heavy chains and locks. "Closed" and "Do Not Trespass" signs were everywhere. As I slowly walked toward the building, I looked for a way into it. All the doors, that were visible from where I was, looked bolted shut. I walked around the building to look for an entrance. All the other doors were also impenetrable. I did not want to announce my arrival by knocking on the door. Since I wasn't strong like Mark, I had to use less obvious tactics. I would sneak in, and hopefully free Mark before the bad guys noticed that I was even there. I saw a small opening in the rear of the building. It was a small window. There was my chance. Although the window would have been too small for my real body, this transformed body might just fit. I carefully walked toward the open window. As I approached it, I looked inside. All I could I see was a small room with office furniture. It had one desk and a chair and a computer, all facing away from the window. Directly opposite the window was a door. I crawled in through the window opening. As soon as I was inside, my suit automatically changed to the superhero mode. It seemed to notice that I was no longer in the general public eye, and that it was time for superhero activity. All I had to do now was to open the door and find Mark. Then a thought crossed my mind. Mark may not even be in this building. If I were the bad guy, I would not bring him here to be rescued. No, he was probably being held somewhere else. For a moment, I thought about leaving this warehouse and calling the police. But before I turned around, I remembered the bad guy's threats. I could not risk him hurting Mark. I had to take my chances, and hope that Mark was being held in this building. I slowly approached the door to the room. I put my left ear to the door to listen for any sounds from the other side of the door. Not a peep. As I carefully turned the knob to the door, the floor opened up and I fell. At my feet was a trap door. This was a trap, and I fell right into it like a fool. I landed in a small empty cage. Approximately six feet across from my cage, I saw Mark in a cage identical to mine. He was wearing his super suit, and it, too, was in the superhero mode. "Toni!" Mark cried out, "Are you all right?" "Yeah," I responded. "I'm okay, how about yourself?" "How touching to see two lovers be so concerned for each other!" stated a man. He looked like he was in his fifties in his suit and tie. He was a tall skinny man with short curly white hair and mustache. "I'm glad you could join us, Ms. Toni, is it?" "What do you want from us?" I asked. "Simple, I want your super suits," he responded. "But first things first. My name is Dr. Joseph Stein, I am a scientist. A biochemist, to be exact. I find your super suits intriguing." "You will never get our suits," Mark said. Dr. Stein laughed, and then faced me. "He is so brave." He looked directly into my eyes. "Are you as brave, my dear girl?" I didn't like being called a girl. But I didn't want to give him a clue as to my real identity. He was obviously a dangerous man. It seemed that he already knew my address; if he knew that I was a guy, it would be easy for him to find out who I really was. If that happened, my family could be in danger. In order to protect my identity, I kept quiet. "Toni, he can't hurt you while you're wearing the suit," Mark said to me. "Yes, your boyfriend is quite right," said Dr. Stein. "I can't even torture you. In fact, you don't have to eat, drink or go to the little girl's room, either. You can literally live forever in that little cage." The madman laughed. He knew about not being able to hurt me. I wondered what else he knew about the suits. "You seem to know a lot about the suits," I said. "Your boyfriend isn't the only who knows about them," he said. "In fact, I probably know a lot more than he does. For instance, I know that you were once a male. I also know that unless you take off that suit by tomorrow, you will be a female for the rest of your life. So you see, I know that you will take it off soon," he laughed. "If I give you my suit..." I began to say. "Noooo!" screamed Mark. "You can't give him your suit. He'll use it for evil purposes. And he'll probably kill you after he gets it." "I'm not so cruel," stated the scientist. "If you and your boyfriend take off the suits now, I'll let you both go unharmed." "Liar!" screamed Mark. "What guarantees can you give us?" I asked. "Just my word, little girl," he said. "If you know that I am not a girl, why do you keep calling me that?" I demanded. "But you are a female," he said, "and I just love to rub it in your face by calling you a girl. And if you don't take your suit off soon, then you will be a female forever. Don't worry, little girl, I am very patient. If I don't get that suit soon, then I will wait and get that suit later. I have a feeling that you will go insane in that little cage, and will do anything to get free." "Don't listen to him!" yelled Mark. It was easy for him to say that. He wasn't facing being permanently changed to a woman. I, on the other hand, had a tough choice, the toughest choice of my life. If I didn't take the suit off, then I would become a female permanently. On the other hand, I could not trust this evil man. His word was meaningless to me. And besides, even if he was telling the truth, he said that both Mark and I had to surrender our suits. There was no way that Mark would surrender his suit, meaning that I could be subject to torture in order to induce Mark to take off his super suit. Mark, of course, would bravely refuse at the cost of my suffering. I had no choice; I couldn't take off my suit, unless Mark also agreed to take off his own. And I knew that Mark would never agree. I was going to be a woman for the rest of my life. At this realization, I started to cry. But even as tears flowed down my face, I bravely said, "I can't accept your offer." "Good girl," said Mark. God, even he was referring to me as a girl now. The scientist laughed. "Then enjoy your permanent change into a girl." Just in case I changed my mind, the madman sat on a chair near my cage and stared at me for the next twenty-four hours. His eyes didn't even blink as he stood watch. During that entire time, I cried my eyes out, but did not say anything else. There was really nothing else to say. Mark, once in a while, stated that it would all turn out all right, and that being a girl was not that bad. When I had been in that cage for twenty-four hours, the mad man announced to me that I was now a permanent girl. "I bet you have a sweet pussy," he said. "Maybe I'll let you out of that cage after all, for some fucking sessions with me." He started to approach the entrance of my cage. "Get away from me!" I yelled in fear of being raped. "Don't worry," Mark said, "he can't force your suit off, so there is no way he can fuck you." The mad scientist suddenly stopped. "Your boyfriend is quite right. I can't get to your pussy or ass. But you do have another hole. On second thought...no, not today, I have plenty of time for that," he said. "Today you think about me, and all the blow jobs you will be performing if you don't surrender your suit." "You monster!" I yelled. "I will kill you for this!" Mark yelled. "You two should catch some sleep," our captor said. "You have been up more than twenty-four hours straight...but of course, you're not tired. Your suits energize you. But I need to rest. Oh, by the way, don't bother yelling for help, these walls are soundproof, no sound leaves this room. Be good, and have pleasant dreams. I will dream about you and your blow jobs, little girl." I thought I was all cried out, but his words caused me to cry again. I was a woman now, and was being threatened with rape. I could not surrender to the madman, but at the same time, I feared his threats. As soon as the madman was out of sight, Mark began to think of ways to get out of this situation. "We need to charge up the suits," he stated. "We can't..." I responded. "Perhaps we can hold hands while masturbating with our free hands," Mark said. "It isn't going to give us a lot of power, but it may be just enough for me to bend these bars and get out of this cage. Once I am out, we can make love and get fully charged up." The thought of doing something sexual again with Mark disgusted me. However, it seemed far better than dying, or worse yet, being raped by that perverted scientist. So I reached as much as I could with my left arm, and tried to touch Mark's hand. But try as we did, we were not able to touch each other. It seemed that the doctor put these cages just far enough apart so that we could not touch each other. When it was obvious that this plan would not work, I stopped trying and sat down inside my cage. "I've got another idea," stated Mark. "What is it?" I asked, encouraged by his statement. "My suit has made my dick and balls bigger, and I think stronger," Mark said. "I think that if I concentrate, I can ejaculate into your cage. You can catch my sperm with your mouth. Since I am not touching you, I won't be charged. But if we are successful, you will get some of your powers by touching and drinking my sperm." "What, drink your sperm?" I asked in shock upon hearing what he was suggesting. "Although touching it will charge up your suit somewhat, I think you need to drink it to get enough power for us to escape," Mark responded. "I won't do it," I said. What he was asking me to do was too much. Giving him a hand job was hard enough, there was no way I could drink his sperm. "That's your choice," Mark said. "But I don't have any other ideas. Unless you have a better plan, you better do it, or you may end up drinking a lot more of Doctor Stein's sperm." Unfortunately, I could not think of a better plan. And as bad as Mark's suggestion sounded, I knew that being raped by that mad scientist would be ten times worse. After delaying for several minutes, I reluctantly agreed to try Mark's idea. As soon as I agreed to Mark's plan, he lowered his pants to his knees, revealing his big dick. I could again see that monstrous male organ facing me. As Mark stroked his own dick, I could not help but think that I could do a far better job of satisfying him. Thanks to my suit, I knew exactly how to satisfy any man. I got on my knees in anticipation of Mark's cumming. From the way he was panting, I knew that it would not be long. All of a sudden, I saw Mark's dick shoot sperm towards me. Like a baseball player attempting to catch a fly ball, I adjusted my position to catch the sperm in my mouth. With my mouth open wide, I caught the first ejaculation. Most of it landed in my mouth, but some of it landed on my tongue. As I swallowed my first load of sperm, a second load flew my way. This time, I didn't have time to catch it in my mouth, and the load fell on the floor of my cage. Even with just one load of sperm in my body, I knew that I had some powers that I didn't have moments before. But in order to charge up my suit enough for the escape, I guessed that I had to drink the second load. So with shame, I lowered my head and licked the cum off the cage floor. The salty taste on my tongue made it impossible for me to pretend that it was something other than sperm. I swallowed it. "Good girl," said Mark, his dick still in his hand. "Now shrink yourself so that you can get out of your cage." "I can do that?" I asked. I followed Mark's instruction, and began to imagine myself becoming smaller. When I was finished shrinking, I could have been no more than ten inches tall. I easily stepped between two bars and out of my cage. Once I'd exited my cage, I immediately attempted to return to normal size. But it was no use. I had exhausted my powers when I turned myself into this miniature version of my female self. "Come over here," ordered Mark. In my small state, I wasn't up to challenging anyone's authority. So I submissively obeyed Mark, and walked toward his cage. As I entered Mark's cage, he gently sat down. I could see that his dick, still in his right hand, was getting hard again. "You need to charge me up now," stated Mark, as he put his left hand down so that I could step into it. Even though I wanted to deny his commands, I knew that his suggestion was the only way out of this situation. So I reluctantly stepped into his hand. Once I'd walked into the middle of his hand, Mark gently lifted his left hand towards his crotch. My vision of the gigantic male tool before me was frightening. My only protection was Mark's right hand, which partially blocked my view of the gigantic dick. But even that protection went away. When Mark's left hand stopped, I was resting on his lap. Mark removed his right hand from his dick. "Get to work, Super Lover Girl," he said in a deep masculine voice that made me tremble. I slowly stepped forward in his hands to touch his dick. Unfortunately, in my present state, I was actually shorter than his dick. I knew that the most sensitive part of Mark's dick was at the top, so that I needed to touch that portion of his dick. I shamefully got on my tiptoes, and reached for the top portion of Mark's dick. But even on my tiptoes, I could not reach it. So I jumped up and grabbed hold of his dick. Once there, I wrapped my arms and legs around his dick and climbed up. When my face was near the top, I could both smell and feel the wet cum that still remained from the last explosion. Swallowing my pride once more, I licked the cum from the tip of Mark's dick, and rubbed my arms and legs on the length of his dick. After a few minutes of working on Mark's dick, he began to jerk around. I held on to his dick as tightly as possible. Soon he exploded again. His sperm landed all over my body and his lap. My entire body soaked in and swallowed his juices. Once my body was finished absorbing Mark's sperm, I went back to Mark's left hand and he lowered me to his lap. Once there, I knelt down and licked his lap clean. In my small state, it took me several minutes to lick it all up. By the time I was finished, my stomach was full from his masculine juice. Once Mark was sexually satisfied, he gently put me down next to him. "I feel powerful," Mark said as he stood up and bent two steel bars as if they were made of clay. He walked out of his cell triumphantly. I meekly followed him out of the cell, and transformed myself back to normal size. "Good job, Super Lover Girl," he said. "Don't call me that," I pleaded, as I bowed my head in shame. "You stay here, while I go capture the doctor," Mark said as he walked past me and through a wall. I watched him leave on his mission, and wished that I could have been the strong masculine hero, instead of his beautiful feminine sidekick. But because I stayed in this horrible suit for more than twenty-four hours straight, I was doomed to be a female forever. 'Wait a second,' I thought, 'my powers allow me to change shapes. Perhaps I could turn myself into a guy.' I concentrated, and attempted to change myself into a man. But as hard as I tried, I did not change. I started to get frustrated by my situation. It was strange, but I felt that I had enough power to accomplish the change. There was something other than lack of power that was preventing it. To test my feelings, I attempted to change myself into another woman. This time, I was successful, and became a tall, slender woman with fewer curves and African features. Sure enough, I became a tall black woman. But when I tried once again to transform myself into a black guy, I failed. "Is that you, Super Lover Girl?" asked Mark, as he returned to where I was standing. "Yeah, it's me," I said. "We no longer have to worry about the scientist," he said, "I took care of him." Mark's words reminded me of his earlier threat. I was afraid that Mark had gone too far in exacting revenge. "You killed him?" I asked. "No, of course not," he said, "I used my mental powers to persuade him to live a good, productive life instead of a life of crime." "You can do that?" I asked. "Yes, as I told you, my suit allows me to become stronger in body and mind," he said. "If I am charged up enough, I can convince someone to do anything." "Wow," I said, thinking that his powers were far greater than mine. "That reminds me, it seems that I can't change myself into a guy. Do you know why?" "Sure, your suit was designed to be worn by a woman," he said. "It was designed to be worn by the lover of the person wearing my suit. We can't have a guy loving another guy can we? Besides, the feminine sphere powers the girl's suit, therefore it can only give powers that are feminine." "You mean, I really am stuck as a woman forever?" I asked. "I'm afraid so," he responded. I began to cry again. Now that the danger was gone, I let my emotions run free. I felt angry, frustrated, sad, ashamed and embarrassed at the same time. I couldn't think straight; all I thought about was getting the hell out of that building where I had been doomed to be a female permanently. I ran out of the building through the hole in the wall made by Mark. Just before I was in public again, my suit automatically went into the civilian mode. I continued running until I reached home. Once there, I took off the awful clothing. When I took off my blouse, my smallish black tits became visible. When I took off my skirt, my pussy was visible. When I finally removed my sandals, my tits and the rest of my body transformed back into the default white girl's body. Even without the suit, I now had a pair of tits and a pussy between my legs. In mourning for my lost manhood, I sank onto my bed and got under the covers. I closed my eyes as tightly as possible, attempting to block out the reality that I was facing. I'm not sure how long I stayed in my bed. All I know was that Mark's voice woke me up. "Are you all right?" he asked. "No!" I yelled back at him. "Is there anything I can do?" he asked. "Just leave me alone," I said, "you've done enough." "We make a good team, you and I," he said. "Since there is nothing that could change you back into a guy, we might as well continue as a team." I sat up in my bed, being careful not to expose my tits to Mark. "Look, get this straight, I am never wearing that suit again," I said, "and there is nothing in the world that could make me do anything sexual with you or any other man ever again. Do you understand?" "Being a girl is not so bad," he said. "How would you know, you bastard?" I said, taking my frustrations out on Mark. "I have lost everything that I was." "No you haven't," Mark said. "If I know you as well as I think I do, you are still a good, descent person. But if that's the way you want it, I guess our superhero days are over." With that, he left my room and closed the door behind him. Alone again, I began to contemplate an existence as a female. My life was never going to be the same again. I wasn't sure what my future had in store for me. But I was certain of one thing; I would never wear that suit again. Episode 3 "Friends or Enemies" It was bad enough when I was temporarily turned into a female and had to jack off Mark, but permanently becoming a woman and having to drink Mark's sperm was too much. I was completely depressed over the events that occurred since Mark's discovery of the two super suits. I wanted things to return to normal. But how could they? I would never again be a man. I rarely went outside of our apartment. Instead, I just moped around like a zombie. In a way, I was a zombie, for I had lost my life, my life as a man. This condition made me lose my job as a waiter at a local restaurant. I couldn't just show up as a woman and work my shift. Luckily, I had some savings, but that was quickly running out. If I didn't change back by the next week, I would have to get a job as a woman. Due to the fact that the gender change occurred during the summer, at least my school grades were intact. I could only guess what becoming a female could have done to my grades. Mark was rarely at the apartment. I guess my presence made him feel both depressed and guilty. Further, according to him, his social life improved tremendously due to the extra muscles and strength that his suit accorded him. At first, he encouraged me to join him in his social events. He talked about all the great guys that I could meet, and how popular I would be with them. He would say things like, "You could find a boyfriend in no time. You may as well accept your fate as a female, and make the best of it." I always turned him down, because I had no desire of becoming popular with the guys in that way. As far as I was concerned, I was still a heterosexual male inside. The idea of guys looking at me as a potential sexual partner scared and disgusted me. Mark also attempted to get me to join him in what he called 'superhero missions'. Again, I denied his requests. The ideals of becoming a character in a comic book were his dreams, and not mine. Besides, I derived no pleasure in becoming his feminine sidekick. And the necessity of having to engage in sexual acts with him to power up his suit was definitely something I wanted to avoid. After a while, he grew tired of asking me to continue being his heroic partner. One day, he just gave up. "We were not destined to be superheroes after all," he said with a sigh. That was the last time we ever discussed the super lover suits, until that fateful day. *** Mark came into my room without knocking. This was unusual for him. But that day, that wasn't the only thing different about him. In fact, he looked different. He had a look of determination on his face that I'd never seen before. He smiled at me. His smiles were usually warm, but that smile, that day, was everything but warm. It sent chills down my spine. "You have denied me long enough," he said. "What are you talking about?" I asked. "Silence," he said. By uttering that simple word, somehow, he made it impossible for me to speak. Don't get me wrong, I wanted to speak. I wanted to demand that he stop this strange and unfriendly treatment toward me. But I couldn't. "You will stay silent, until I tell you to speak again," he said. I couldn't even respond to his command. I just sat there, staring at him and wondering how he was able to silence me with a simple command. I knew that he derived certain powers from the suit. I also knew that some of the powers afforded by his suit were mental powers, powers of persuasion. But the power that he was using over my mind was very strong. Therefore, I guessed that it needed a tremendous source of power. The only way that he could be doing this was if he'd been able to charge up his suit again. But I hadn't worn my suit since the time we were trapped in the cages. Not only that, I didn't perform any sexual acts with him since that time, either. But somehow he was controlling my mind. Did he find someone else who was willing to wear the feminine garment, and engage in sexual contact with him? Yes, he must have, that would be the only explanation for the power he was wielding over me. "Get off your chair and get on your knees," he ordered. Despite my attempts to disobey him, I got on my knees. "Crawl to me," he ordered next. Again I followed his instructions, like I was a slave girl. "Unzip my pants," he stated. I couldn't believe what he was asking me to do. I thought he was my friend, and now he was apparently forcing me to engage in sexual contact with him. To add to my humiliation, he even removed my ability to protest against his unwanted advances. I didn't want to follow his instructions, but I did. After I unzipped his pants, I obeyed his next command and took his hardening dick out. I had seen it before, but this time I had no say in what I was doing. "Suck my dick," he said. I obeyed his wishes once again. I lowered my head and took his dick into my mouth. Once it was wrapped in my lips, I sucked it like a cheap whore. "Give me the best blow job possible," he ordered. Although I didn't have my suit on, and therefore didn't have instant knowledge of the best way to give Mark a blow job, my memory was pretty good. Just by memory, I was able to give Mark a first rate blowjob. I kissed and licked every part of his dick. I even deep-throated it. When he came, I swallowed every last drop. And before putting his dick back into his pants, I licked it clean with my tongue. Once I was finished, Mark allowed me to speak. But before he did so, he cleverly removed my ability to feel any negative emotions toward him. Due to his command, the worst I could feel toward Mark was a neutral feeling. With any negative feelings toward Mark gone, all I had left was humiliation and pity toward myself. When it was time for me to speak, all I could do was ask questions to satisfy my curiosity. "Did you have sex with someone else to charge up your suit?" I asked. "Yes, I fucked several girls," he answered, "and I am more powerful now than ever before." "I thought you said that you couldn't trust anyone with the secret other than me?" I asked. "I can't," he answered, "but now I don't need anyone else. You see, I'm independent from the second suit." "What?" I asked. "How?" "After we escaped from our cages, I caught the scientist," Mark answered. "He assumed that I was going to hurt him, and begged for his life. He offered his findings on the super suits. I was, of course, interested, so I listened. The scientist told me that he'd discovered a way to make the super suits independent of each other. The wearer could charge up by engaging in sexual activities with anyone of the opposite gender of the suit. I knew that you were a reluctant hero, and that you may never agree to cooperate again. Looking for a new partner could be dangerous. Therefore, the scientist's findings greatly interested me. Unfortunately, the process of making the suits independent was very costly. I am talking about millions of dollars. So I gave up on it. But I wanted to know more about the suits. In order to learn more about the suits, I used my mental powers to make the scientist loyal to me." "But if you gave up on making the suits independent, how...?" I asked. "I didn't finish," he answered. "I repeatedly tried to convince you to be my partner against crime. But you refused. I wanted to be a superhero, but you made that impossible. If I could not be a superhero, I at least wanted to be powerful again. In order to get that power, I needed your help, or money. Since you denied me, I decided to get the money. The scientist had some underground connections, and used them to help me get a gang. The gang and I successfully robbed several banks. With my portion of the money, I was able to make the suits independent from each other. Now I can fuck any girl in the world to charge up my suit. I guess that makes me a supervillain. I was reluctant at first, because supervillains always lose in the in the comic books. But this isn't a comic book. Besides, who's going to stop me?" I was astonished by what Mark was saying. I always thought of him as a nice guy. But now it was obvious that he was evil. Despite this knowledge, however, I couldn't feel any bad feelings toward Mark. "Since you made me a villain by refusing me, I decided to say good-bye by not allowing you to refuse me," he said. "That blowjob was justice. Don't worry, I'm not a bum. I intend to pay for your lip service," he stated as he threw in my direction a wad of cash. "I want you to use the money to make yourself pretty. After all, you are a female now, and you should be as pretty as possible. In fact, you will want to be as pretty as possible all the time. That means that you will not only dress in the most feminine clothing, but that you will also act only in a feminine way. From now on, you will only be able to move and gesture in the most feminine manner." As Mark gave me instructions, my mind began to wish that I was dressed in something more beautiful. I actually wanted to look and act more feminine. "Now, one more instruction before I leave," Mark said. "You will not be able to communicate to anyone about what happened today. You will not able to repeat anything that I told you today." Having given his last command, Mark leaned down and gave me a kiss on the lips. Although I was not ordered to return his kiss, I knew that not doing so could be dangerous. So I let his tongue penetrate my mouth without any protests. After the kiss, Mark left our apartment. Once alone and left with just my thoughts, I got an irresistible urge to look pretty. I found that it took great effort to resist that temptation. On several occasions, I caught myself looking in the mirror absent- mindedly thinking of ways to make myself more beautiful. Once in a while, I was able to control my urge long enough to be alarmed at my behavior and desires. Despite myself, I was acting like a sexy female. When I walked, my butt gyrated seductively. When I sat, I crossed my legs automatically. With concentration, I could stop gyrating my butt and crossing my legs, but as soon as I stopped concentrating, my actions became feminine again. This was bad enough, but even my feelings were betraying me. A dominant part of me actually wanted to look and act in a feminine manner. Back to that first fateful day after being turned into a wanton woman... After fighting against my own thoughts and actions for several minutes, I decided to take a cold shower to help assert more control over my mind. As I removed my clothing, I couldn't help but admire my feminine body. I ran my hands along my curves and moaned as my hands came in contact with my sensitive skin. I walked over to the mirror, and saw myself as I made one feminine pose after another. The fact that I was still a male inside only showed in the effect the sight of the beautiful woman in the mirror had on me. Despite the fact that I was looking at myself, the sight was turning me on. But instead of getting a hard-on, my pussy became wet with desire. It took all my self-control to pull myself away from the mirror and walk into the bathroom. The cold shower woke up my senses. Once the cold water hit my body, I was able to assert more self-control over my desires. I was ashamed of what I had become, an ultra-feminine woman. This shame led me to cry like a girl. After crying for a few minutes, I looked for something to wear. A small part of me still wanted to wear masculine clothing, but the part of me in control wanted to look as pretty as possible, which meant wearing the most feminine apparel. I looked in my closet for an appropriate outfit. There was only male clothing. That's when my mind started obsessing over the female super suit. It was the only feminine outfit in my home. Despite the promise to myself never to wear the feminine garment ever again, I walked to the hiding place where the super suit was located. As soon as my hands touched the garment, I knew I had to wear it. Putting on the blouse, skirt, and sandals satisfied the craving for feminine clothing, but at the same time drove in the fact that I was defeated. After I donned the suit, I immediately wanted to change my clothing and myself so that I could be even more beautiful. Unfortunately, I didn't have enough power to change because my suit was empty. I remembered the cash that Mark threw at me. Perhaps I could use it to buy some feminine items. I went back to my bedroom and gathered up the now scattered money. They were all one-dollar bills. It added up to fifty dollars. I felt deep shame. Mark got a first-rate blowjob from me, and all that was worth to him was fifty dollars. I was indeed a cheap whore. Adding the amount Mark gave me to the little money that I had, left me with a bit over one hundred dollars. Although I didn't know that much about women's clothing, I knew that I couldn't buy much with just one hundred dollars. I guessed that I could perhaps use it to buy some makeup and lingerie, but that was about it. But I wanted a lot more. I wanted, no, I needed to be prettier, and I had little money with which to accomplish it. The only way I was going to accomplish what I needed was to charge up my suit. But how could I? Mark and his suit were gone. Then I wondered whether my suit was also now independent from the male suit. If so, I could charge it up by having sex with any man. I had to try. I didn't need nor want a man, but I needed a man to charge my suit so that I could fill my need for femininity. The need to be feminine was so overpowering that having sex with a man didn't seem that bad. After all, I had already sucked off a cock, one more would make little difference. So I gathered up my courage and walked out of my apartment, determined to find a man to charge my suit. I found myself sitting at the same bar where I met Susan. But this time, instead of checking out the girls, I was checking out the guys. Fortunately, picking up guys was a lot easier than picking up girls. In fact, I didn't have to do anything but look available and smile. Soon after I arrived at the bar, a man came up to my table and asked if he could join me. After only few minutes, I was able to tell that my male companion was boring. His boasting of his accomplishments and his stupid jokes made me want to leave him. But I wasn't there to find a soul mate; all I needed was a quick lay to charge my suit. So without any further delay, I invited him to my place. Since I'd walked to the bar, I was able to drive back with him. Inside the man's car, I started to have second thoughts. I didn't want to have sex with a man. Being forced to suck off a guy was one thing, doing it voluntarily would be a lot more degrading. Besides, this guy may have wanted more than just a blow job; he might have wanted to fuck me. I wanted to tell him that I'd changed my mind, that I wanted him to let me out of his car. But my desire for feminine things would not allow me to say those things. I merely provided directions to my apartment, while thinking that I would stop this craziness before we got there. But we did arrive at my apartment and I didn't stop him. In fact I knew that I would go through with it in order to become pretty. I was sacrificing my male pride in order to become more pretty. Once we were inside my apartment, I quickly went to work by taking out his dick and sucking on it. Despite being the second time, the cock sucking was difficult for me. Don't get me wrong, the technique of cock sucking was easy. Thanks to my super suit, I knew how to please the dick. The difficulty was the emotional aspect of the ordeal. I was still a guy inside and no matter what, sucking another guy's cock wasn't easy on my thoughts. In a way, I had to distance myself from the process. Instead of dwelling on what I was doing, I concentrated on the technique of cock sucking. During the entire degrading ordeal, all I thought about was how I could bring him off quickly so that I could charge my suit. Once his cum filled my mouth, I swallowed it, and continued sucking. I wanted a second load so that I could change myself into a stunning beauty. He obliged by becoming hard again. Once again, I brought him to ecstasy by sucking on his manhood. After swallowing his cum, I even thanked him. However, once the deed was completed, I felt ashamed of what I had become. I just sucked off a guy twice, and now I didn't know what to do. It was difficult to even look at him again. Therefore, I thought of ways to get rid of him. I had to think of something that would make him leave without hurting his feelings. "My husband will be back soon, so you'd better leave," I said. Fortunately, he believed my lie, and quickly zipped up and was about to leave. "Can I see you again?" he asked. I wanted to say no, but knew that I may need him again to recharge my super suit. "Give me your number, and I'll call you," I said. He obliged my request, and then stated, "I don't even know your name." "Tanya," I answered. "My name is Joe, call me soon, Tanya," he said, and left my apartment. After I made sure that he was gone, I began to think of what I wanted to look like. Unfortunately, I had no idea. Sure, I knew that I wanted more tits and ass, but what else? I decided that I needed to learn more about women's fashion. So I walked to the nearest bookstore. After looking through several women's magazines, I decided to buy the latest issues of Cosmopolitan and Vogue. Both of those magazines had articles dealing with women's fashion. While waiting in line at the check out counter, I glanced over at the local newspaper and was immediately interested in one of the headlines. The headline read, "Super Villain Robs Bank Again! Police Can't Stop Him!" The picture that was next to the headline showed a figure wearing the male super lover suit in the super hero mode. It was Mark! He was robbing the banks, and no one could stop him. Interested in the story, I bought the newspaper and the women's magazines, then hurried home. Once I got home, I quickly closed the door and made sure that the blinds were shut tight. I looked at the pictures in the magazines and decided to make myself in the form of several of the models. I copied the tits from a girl on the cover of the Cosmopolitan. Her tits looked like they were about to pop out of her dress. I copied a petite nose from another model, while copying the mouth from another. In the end, I had the most beautiful parts of all the models in both the Cosmopolitan and Vogue. For my dress, I copied a red dress from Vogue. It was sleeveless and very short, designed to show off skin. To complete the outfit, I got myself a pair of high heel shoes. After I satisfied my urge for femininity by changing myself into a vision of beauty, I started thinking about what Mark was doing. Interested again in the newspaper article, I read it. According to the article, a supervillain that seemed invincible robbed another bank and injured several bystanders and policemen. Bullets had no effect on this villain, and any attempt at stopping him met with disastrous ends. The police spokesman was quoted as saying that unless they were able to get military-type weapons, it seemed hopeless against this villain. The spokesman then answered concerns that such weapons could hurt innocent bystanders by saying that there may be no other alternative. Mark was not only stealing, but was hurting others. While I had no negative feelings toward Mark, I did feel sad for the injured people, and somewhat responsible for what was going on. After all, Mark wanted to bec