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Enter the Playboy
By Andrew J. Mellon
"You're defeated Playboy, surrender!" commanded Batman.
"No one's left Batman, we got them all." Robin said
triumphantly, stepping over a pile of the arch
villain's trounced minions, squeezing a fist sore from
knocking out innumerable adversaries.
The tuxedo clad man lying on the ground wiped blood
from his nose, still lying where Batman had flung him.
"You may have defeated my soldiers and destroyed my
orbital mind control satellites. But I have a few
tricks up my sleeve."
With startling speed the Playboy lifted his hand. A
jewel studded ring glowed with energy, shooting out
two beams of light. Before Batman or Robin could
react, the bolts struck them. The two heroes' rush
became sluggish; they moved in slow motion as if they
were fighting their way through air that had congealed
into jello.
"What...the...!?" Robin mouthed slowly
Batman struggled to urge his limbs into action, but to
no avail. He struggled the words, "Can't... move!"
The man in the tuxedo, stood, concentrating, keeping
his ringed hand raised. "The Playboy may be down,
gentlemen," he told them, "but he is never out. You
obviously weren't aware of my transmorgraphying ring."
Both Batman and Robin staggered foreword to their
knees.
"Something's...wrong..." Robin said through his grimace.
"Body...changing!'
Batman was silent; he could tell something was
happening to him and his clothes. He lifted his hands
to his face, watching with horror as is gloves
dissolved before his eyes, revealing not his strong
hands but delicate, soft, long fingered ones. Slowly
his arms fell and his hands touching the floor.
Something else captured his interest, his chest: his
costume was dissolving as had his gloves, revealing
his well chiseled pectorals, swelling, expanding,
pushing outwards and outwards, becoming full, round,
heavy yet a firm set of female breasts. The rest of
his uniform dissolved yielding more inevitable
changes. When his six-pack abdomen came into view its
definition dissolved into a soft but dished belly with
a deep oval navel. The sides of his waist eroded like
a desert rock against eons of rain, giving him long
concave arcs at the waist. For the first time he
emitted a gasp as his maleness disappeared,
withdrawing into a triangle of soft pubic hair.
Finally, his trunk like muscular legs lost their
heaviness, becoming long and lissome, graceful where
they had once been powerful.
Batman struggled to get control of his body; maybe he
could escape. He concentrated on lifting himself, but
something else was wrong: incredibly, he found himself
accepting his body, and then even reveling in it.
"God, I've got tits to die for." He found himself
thinking.
"No...got to escape!" He remonstrated himself as he
tried to focus. A giggle beside him broke his
concentration. He turned to see a long limbed busty
blonde kneeling close by. Batman found herself
scrutinizing the girl; she knew it must be Robin, he
had changed as Batman had. But Batman inspected the
girl not out of concern, but as if she were surveying
competition.
"She ain't so great, my bod's so much hotter, bigger
tits and a tighter ass." Batman thought to herself.
The blonde looked back on Batman as if she were
thinking the same thing.
The Playboy cleared his throat, getting both the
girl's attention. Both looked the slick-haired,
pencil mustached man over and then beamed. As they
knelt, the two women began to pose for the man. Their
eyes flirted with him, they showed him bright playful
smiles, finding motion coming back to their limbs,
Robin flipped her blonde hair while Batman, finding
his hair shortly cropped, played enticingly with her
boobs. Whatever thoughts Batman had of escape or
resistance had floated away; she still knew who she
was and had been, but all that mattered now was
beating the slut next to her in getting the attention
of the handsome guy before her.
The Playboy gave a loud laugh as he watched the two
women.
"You two are really turning me on."
Both the women giggled in response.
"We have to give you gals names. I can't call you
Batman and Robin anymore."
"Call me Sugar!" Chirped the blonde that had been
Robin. "I wanna be called Sugar cuz my luvvin' is so
sweet."
Batman gave Sugar a scowl and then chimed in with a
low sexy voice, "Call me Spice, Spice cuz I taste good
and make everything nice!"
"Sugar and Spice, nice names for nice girls like you.
Now let's get you gals dolled up. Presents like you
should have some nice packaging.
Sugar and Spice squealed with excitement. Their minds
filled with pretty things: sexy clothes and expensive
makeup, all the stuff that would make them look even
better. They couldn't wait. The Playboy led the two
away to the wardrobe for his female servants.
It took hours for the two girls to choose what to
wear. Sugar painted her lips and nails with bright
red. As for clothes, her dress was more undress: a
bralette set that covered her nipples and crotch with
lace roses but nothing else save for a pair of
matching red high heels. Spice chose a corset of blue
velvet brocade to accentuate her incredible curves,
arm length silk gloves, long silk stockings attached
to her corset by garters and blue stiletto high heels.
She also wore two long diamond earrings and a thin
collar around the neck.
The showed themselves to the Playboy in their new
dress, renewing their efforts at competition for
getting his sole attention.
"Very good, Sugar and Spice, I am pleased."
The girls chuckled with melodious laughter.
"Sugar." The Playboy said firmly. "I have an
important job for you."
Sugar smiled and hung on every word the Playboy said.
"We are going to have many guests over the next few
weeks. I want you to keep them entertained. I want
you to make them feel welcome. That means doing
anything they ask of you. Is that understood."
"Yes sir," Sugar squealed. "I'll do absolutely
anything."
"Very good. Other than that, just look pretty. You
may go."
Sugar pouted at being dismissed; her disappointment
turned to anger when Spice shot her a victorious smirk
as if to say "I win!" Sugar mouthed the word "Bitch!"
to Spice and then sauntered away, shaking her fine
exposed butt as if to make one last effort to win the
Playboy's favor. The Playboy did watch salivating,
but he let her go turning to Spice after Sugar had
closed the door behind her.
Spice beamed with a smile of self-satisfaction.
The Playboy drew close to Spice drinking her in, her
breathing growing deeper as she felt his masculine
presence close in on her.
"Conservative, yet alluring, I like that." The Playboy
told her.
"I'm glad." Spice said in a deep sonorous voice.
The Playboy put an arm around Spice's waist thin waist
drawing her closer.
"We are going to get to know each other better. But
first, I want to know everything Batman knows about
the other superheroes he cavorts with. You will tell
me won't you, Spice.
Spice put her arms around the Playboy's neck, pressing
into him even further.
"I'll tell you everything."
***
The Playboy fingered his transmorgaphying ring after
his personal interview with Spice. Batman and Robin
had ruined his previous plan at world conquest. He
would not be so careless the next time. One by one he
would capture superbeings, transform them into his
servants and use their knowledge and powers to take
control of the world.
"Next I'll take Superman. Once he falls, all the rest
will be mine for the pickings!"
The Playboy through his head back and laughed before
planning his next nefarious scheme.
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