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SUPER BIMBO by Throne
Jim Marlow got the alarm on his wrist communicator. Robbery in
progress. Old warehouse district. The Cerise Comet shed his civilian
clothes and stood revealed in the skintight outfit that identified him
as the quickest man alive. He pulled the hood up in back and fitted it
over his eyes. A quick check in the mirror assured him that he looked
perfect, his slim, lightly muscled figure shown off, the stretchy
material he wore bright red and shiny. He smiled at his reflection and
even gave himself a confident wink. Time to capture some more
evildoers. Maybe it would be The Pelican's gang. Or Half Face's.
Maybe yet another attempted crime by the Yuckster and his henchmen.
The Cerise Comet slipped out of his bachelor pad apartment via the back
stairway and took off running across the city. His speed was
incredible. He easily dodged moving vehicles as he streaked toward his
destination. When he got there it was a simple matter for him to grasp
the heavy padlock on a back door and vibrate his hand so rapidly that
the hardware it was attached to came apart. Seconds later he was
inside, peering into the darkness. Just then a flash erupted in front
of him and he was temporarily blinded. As his eyesight began to return
he saw he was facing not one of the villains he had considered might be
there. Instead it was Destiny Dark. Her alluring figure was clad in a
tight black bodysuit and matching boots. Perched atop her long raven
hair was a magician's top hat. That was appropriate because magic was
her stock in trade.
The Comet had to make his move before she could enact one of her
spells. But even as he shifted position he felt invisible bonds
holding his wrists and ankles. He stained against them to no avail.
Then he tried vibrating free at super speed. Instead of loosening, the
unseen ties tightened.
"That's how I designed this little trick," she told him with a nasty
grin. "The more you fight them, the more they restrict you."
She gestured casually and his limbs were stretched out, leaving him
standing there spread-eagled. He was breathing hard, as much from
exertion as from anxiety. This wasn't good. Magic was one thing his
powers had little effect on. The ebon wearing female strolled up to
him until she was so close that her full bust was nearly touching his
chest. She tilted her head to one side and smirked.
"Really," she told him. "This was almost too easy. But that's not
important. What matters now is what I'm going to do with you, my
crimson captive."
"You won't get away with this, woman," he said with more assurance than
he felt. "I have The Truth Team to back me up."
"Oh you do? We'll see about that. But right now I have something I
was working on all last night, for this special moment when you
answered that false alarm we sent."
"We...?"
"All in good time, flasher."
"Don't call me that," he snapped. "You can't compare me to one of
those jerks who runs around and shows off his nude body."
"No?"
With a wave of her hand she made his costume vanish. He reflexively
tried to cover himself and the effort caused his transparent
constraints to pull more firmly, so that his shoulder and hip joints
began to hurt. She chuckled and put her gloved hand between his legs.
With her eyes on his she gave his genitals a compelling finger-massage.
He moaned in spite of himself and involuntarily became aroused.
Destiny nodded at his reaction and stepped back. She waved the other
hand and suddenly his costume reappeared. Comet breathed a sigh of
relief until he realized that his head, arms and legs were now
uncovered. His distinctive scarlet suit was more like a girl's one-
piece swimsuit. His boots were still there, so if he could get free he
would be able to run without hurting his feet. As he was thinking
about how he might gain release, she spoke.
"All right, speed bump," she said. "Time for that spell I stayed up
late putting together. You're going to love this one."
Destiny held up her hands and arranged her fingers precisely, each one
in a preordained position. She began to utter some incantation in an
ancient language that had vanished except for this use. Jim Marlow's
body tingled all over. His pectoral muscles grew warm, as did his
buttocks. To his shock his chest began to swell, producing a pulsing
sensation. His bottom felt the same way. The costume, already like a
second skin, expanded to accommodate the new measurements of his upper
body. With a sinking sensation he saw that he was growing breasts.
Large round ones with prominent nipples that pressed out against the
thin material of his altered outfit. At the same time, turning his
head first to the side and then downward, he could see that his body
hair was falling off and drifting to the concrete floor. His limbs
were reshaping themselves, becoming feminine as they lost muscle and
gained a soft layer of fat cells. He also felt the backs of his feet
rising. With an effort he was able to spot the reason. His boots were
growing heels, four inch stilettoes. He would barely be able to stand
on those, let alone run.
The woman in black finished reciting the spell and stepped back. She
snapped her fingers, causing the phantom bonds to vanish. Comet was
free but, as he had feared, couldn't walk and definitely not run in
those boots. When he tried to remove them it was impossible. He had
to take tiny mincing steps to move at all. Also, his new bust had
expanded to exaggerated dimensions. It was like a pair of bowling
balls. He reached around behind and found his rear end was similarly
overgrown, two protruding hemispheres. Those new curves further ruined
his balance. He tried to grab for Destiny but his wrists went limp and
made his hands flap ineffectually. He staggered toward her, the boots
shaping his smooth legs and adding a wiggle to his halting walk.
"You look marvelous," she congratulated. "Just let me add a few minor
touches."
She used a lesser spell, with fewer words and gestures. Jim Marlow's
normally short, light brown hair grew at a startling rate, became
lighter and lighter until it was eventually silver, and shaped itself
into a tall bouffant. His face seemed to puff up and then shrink back,
but with some changes. Destiny wriggled her fingers in front of him
and a full length mirror appeared. He gasped. Looking back at him was
a curvaceous woman in an abbreviated red garment that appeared painted
on. It barely contained her stupendous, gravity defying bust. That
overdone hairdo went well with a face dominated by heavy eyelids, a
pert nose, high cheekbones, and plump, bee-stung lips. Worse, his
features were colored as if by cosmetics, heavily applied. He knew
without being told that this 'make-up' was permanent. Everything was
different and yet he still recognized that it was him. The wicked
sorceress chortled at his helpless distress.
"I know," she said mirthfully. "No more running for you, Cerise Comet.
Or should I call you... Cherise? That's a good look for you. The
complete bimbo. I'm sure the guys will love it when they get here."
"What guys?" he wanted to know. And why was his voice so high and
soft?
"The usual suspects," she said in answer to his question. "And I can
sense them coming in from the front entrance right about... now."
As she said that, a door behind her opened. In walked The Pelican,
Half Face, and The Yuckster. The first wore formal attire and had a
thrusting jaw with a sack of loose flesh under it, making him resemble
the sea bird after which he was named. The second's visage was
masculine on one side and feminine on the other, as were his clothes.
The last of them had on a suit with wide, candy cane stripes, and gaudy
yellow shoes. His complexion was unnaturally pale and his dark,
collar-length hair was oiled and slicked back. The freakish trio
crowded around the helpless hero and sneered at him.
The Pelican threw back his head and made a squawking sound, his loose
neck flesh wobbling. Half Face smiled, giving his split countenance
an even weirder appearance than usual. The Yuckster leaned close and a
leering grin remade his pasty features. He cackled at how transformed
the one-time crimefighter now was.
"What an improvement," remarked The Pelican as he weighed one of
Comet's big boobs on the palm of his white-gloved hand.
"Honestly," Half Face said. "My girly side wishes she was that sexy.
And my manly side wants to take advantage of how tempting she is." He
ran both hands down Comet's ribs and over his swelling hips.
"Really," The Yuckster commented. "Reminds me of a stripper I worked
with in a seedy club in my early days, before I found out that crime
really does pay." He gave a highpitched laugh. "And makes me remember
how much fun you can have with a busty girl who's short on brains."
"I still have my intellect," Comet insisted, though when offering the
words in his wispy voice, and ending the short statement with a
seductive purr, even he wasn't convinced.
The Pelican turned to Destiny. "Dear girl. Part of our deal was that
you make our old foe into a complete bimbo. He certainly looks the
part, but we wanted him to be thinking- challenged as well."
Destiny removed her top hat and produced a wand from its interior,
before popping it back on her head. "I wanted you three to be able to
hear her while she was still able to converse like she had half a mind.
Now I'll finish giving her what you ordered. She'll be able to think
perfectly well, but will be compelled to act the way she looks, like a
dumb, empty headed, oversexed piece of fluff. With the emphasis on
'oversexed'."
Comet shook his head as she held the wand aloft. Destiny's hand jerked
and he felt momentarily dizzy. It passed almost at once but then she
did it again. This time his tongue felt thick and he wanted to say
something but couldn't access the words. That too was fleeting. When
she twitched her hand the third time, making the wand jump again, his
nipples stiffened and pulsed insistently. All his other erogenous
zones did the same. His soft hairless skin begged to be touched. His
mouth yearned to be filled. His hands longed to touch male body parts.
This couldn't be happening. But already he wanted to say something
suggestive to the three wrongdoers in front of him.
"Ohhh," he sighed. "Mister Pelican. I'll bet you're a great kisser."
Then it was, "And Half Face. I'd like to get to know both sides of
you." That was followed by a silly giggle. Lastly there was,
"Yuckster, I'd like to get to know you better. And find out if you're
pale like that all over." He finished with a throaty growl.
As much as The Cerise Comet wanted to say something less flirty, less
simpleminded, he couldn't do it. He hugged his breasts, pushing them
upward and halfway out of their meager covering. There was a peek of
pink areolas. He licked his lips meaningfully.
"She'll do perfectly," decided The Pelican. "Just the thing for my new
club."
"Our new club," Half Face corrected.
"Equal partners," reminded The Yuckster. "With equal access to this
ripe piece of fruit."
Comet wanted to tell them 'no' but what passed his naturally puckered
lips was a breathy, "Oh, don't talk that way. I'm just a..." His mind
told him the adjective he wanted was 'vulnerable' but he couldn't speak
it. "... just a... weak girl." He gave them a broad wink to show that
what he'd said was far from the truth. His only weakness was a lack of
ability to resist male advances.
The three men all reached out to caress those overly full curves.
Comet shuddered with delight as his nipples were tweaked, bottom
patted, and thighs squeezed. It was terrible. He was a guy. This was
the last thing he wanted. But the person Destiny had turned him into
thrust herself toward the hands that pawed her. She backed up to rub
her bottom against a male crotch and was rewarded to feel stiffness
growing. Then she tilted herself forward at the waist, so her
supersized boob-bags pressed against a male chest. Next she looped
each of her bare arms through the nearest fully clothed ones and
allowed those stronger than her to help her along. She stepped
carefully on her difficult heels, but was less concerned with how they
made speed impossible than with how stunning they made her shapely legs
appear.
With two men leading her along, the third following and admiring her
rolling backside, she was walked through a doorway in the side wall and
along a short exterior hall that linked the warehouse to another
building. When they passed into the new structure they were in a large
room with dim lighting and a bar along the far wall. There were tables
around the floor and a low stage to one side. Seated at the bar and
tables were figures all too familiar to The Cerise Comet. As they
turned to eye him he was horrified to see such foul felons as Chill
Bill, Hotfoot, Tat-Too, Dough-Face, and the ever sinister Mask Master.
Simultaneously, Cherise was tickled to have so many male eyes on her.
Destiny Dark went straight to a table in the corner where several
female crime figures sat: Frau Feline, Queen Mother, Harlot Quinn, and
the plant manipulating Green Thumb. She gave each of them a deep kiss
before taking her seat.
Comet was walked onto the stage. Pelican stepped up to a microphone
and announced, "We have a new serving girl starting tonight. She might
remind you of Cerise Comet but her new name is Cherise. I hope you'll
treat her just like all our other drink servers. In other words, feel
free to grab her, feel her up, get a lap dance, or just have her crawl
under your table to show you what those pillow lips and her talented
tongue can do to relieve the pressure of all the hours you've spent
breaking laws."
There was a scattering of laughter and applause. Comet tried to shake
his head in denial of what was being suggested. Instead, he put his
hands on his hips, turned around, and wagged his wide bottom at the
crowd. That was when two audience members came onto the stage. It
was Chill Bill with a can of his weapon of choice, Cold Spray.
Alongside him was Mask Master, holding something by his side.
"All right, Cherise," said Bill. "Pull the crotch of that skimpy
costume aside so we can see what you've got down there."
Comet and Cherise reacted at the same time, which led to each of them
cancelling the other's wishes. But then Cherise, being the dominant
partner, won out. She pulled the narrow band of elastic material to
the side to bare a smooth hairless crotch and otherwise normal male
genitals. Chill Bill held his Cold Spray close and sent a stream of
icy mist toward it target. Immediately, Comet's male parts shriveled
up temporarily to impossibly small dimensions. That was when Mask
Master revealed what he had in his hand. It was a faux female pussy,
as bald as the rest of Comet's body. The made-over male understood
that it was made of the same stuff as one of Mask Master's impossible-
to-detect disguises. The creative bad guy pressed it over Comet's
diminished penis and scrotum, fitting it snugly, so that Cherise would
be able to urinate through it (while sitting down, of course) and so
Comet's junk was neatly packed away in a certain manner.
"Don't worry," Mask Master assured the ex-hero he'd put it on. "That
thing won't come off. No way, no how. I guarantee. Safe to shower,
bathe or swim in. Can't be removed without my special solvent, which
I'm very stingy about using."
"B... but..." Comet began and then lost track of what he was saying.
Mask was so tall and such a stylish dresser. And Chill Bill had such
big hands.
"You can cover back up now, honey," Mask said, giving his subject a pat
on the butt, which made Cherise squirm with excitement.
She gazed at Mask blankly and asked, "What?"
"Stop showing your new puss to everybody," he reminded her, and added,
"You bubblehead."
She belatedly moved the scant covering back into place, looked at the
crowd, and bit her lower lip. There were appreciative murmurs as she
also bounced up and down on her towering heels, making her heavy milk-
bags bobble. Then, with a supreme mental effort, Comet reasserted his
willpower.
He fought against what Destiny had done to him. Taking hold of the
mike stand, he told everyone, "You can't do this to me. I am..." He
had to think for a second. "... The Cerise Comet. And I am a member
of the Tooth Team. No. The Truth Team. We are dedicated to Truth...
Justice? And... something else. But my teammates WILL come and rescue
me."
"Really?" said The Yuckster from the side of the stage. He let loose
his trademark crazy laugh. "All right. Let's see them do it. Send in
The Bimbo Brigade."
With that, double doors at the back of the stage opened. Out strutted
a half dozen figures as wildly over-feminized and underdressed as
Cherise. Each of them had a similarly tiny outfit, every one in a
different color. Comet was stunned to recognize them. There was The
Green Beam. And Night Bat. Plus Superb Man. Arm in arm came Hawk
Wing and The Atomizer. Bringing up the rear, in a barely-there bikini,
was Sir Aquatic. Comet's hopes crumbled. All the main guys of his
super team had met the same fate as himself. Who would rescue them
now? The Blue Bug? Arrow Guy? His knees threatened to buckle. But
Cherise experienced only a moment of jealousy that she would have to
share the floor with competing bimbos. Still, there were plenty of
customers to go around. The other guy-gals responded in a Pavlovian
way as a bell rang; they filed toward the bar. Comet/Cherise followed
mindlessly. Each bimbo was handed a tray of drinks with a table number
on it. Fortunately for them, the tables were similarly numbered, so
that even with their reduced brain-power, they could make the
deliveries. But their dim little minds were more interested in how
much they could impress the men. And what else they might do to please
them.
Cherise made sure to bend well forward as she set down the tray,
showing lots of top-boob. She fluttered her eyelashes. A well known
crime baron, Les Looter, tapped the edge of the table to get her
wandering attention, and pointed toward the juncture of his legs.
Tickled at the attention she had attracted, Cherise got down on her
hands and knees to crawl under the table. Her fingers were nimble as
she unzipped his tailored trousers and freed his cock. She was
overwhelmed by knowing how smart and rich he was. It didn't hurt that,
as she manipulated his cock, it grew to an impressive nine inches.
Thick ones. With attractive veins. And a big bell head. For long
seconds she just gawked at it.
He reached down, slapped her lightly on the side of her head, and said,
"Get busy, birdbrain."
Birdbrain? Comet tried to reject that insult. But Cherise relished
it. Who wanted to be an egghead when you could be a birdbrain?
Fellows would like you better if you were stupid. And cocks were so
desirable, she told herself as she opened wide to take the knob into
her mouth and suck it gently. As any good bimbo knew, an under-the-
table blowjob should never be rushed. Make it last and the guy might
reward you with a smile. She sat back on her heels and snuck her hands
up to toy with her nipples through the remains of her old costume. The
sensations were terrific. From under her newly attached, practically
unremovable pudenda, waves of pleasure washed through her system. But
then her compressed penis tried to get hard. It was frustrated in its
tight prison. As it expanded it pressed uncomfortably against her
balls. It hurt. Ouch, ow, ouch. But Cherise continued sucking, also
releasing his balls so she could tenderly massage them. Maybe sneak in
a few licks to his sac. This was so much fun. Bimbo fun. Even though
that pain in her crotch persisted and got worse. It was sheer torment.
Comet, deep within Cherise, understood that this was to be his new
life. All discomfort and self-humiliation.
He glanced to the side and saw Night Bat, in his slinky black outfit
with the familiar symbol over one plus-size knocker. He/she was also
under a table, using a small cloth to buff the customary yellow shoes
that The Yuckster wore. The miscreant's long, albino-like member was
out and waiting for the oral attentions of his former nemesis. Comet
understood that the regulars at this perverse club would never tire of
using and abusing the one-time heroes who were now their bimbo
playthings. And he would always be aware -- far inside his mind -- of
who he really was and how disgraceful his new role would never cease to
be.
But he couldn't think about that right now. At the moment he had a
really important mission to complete. There was a handsome cock for
his soft bimbo lips and wet bimbo tongue to pamper. And maybe, if
Cherise was super lucky, all the other guys at the table would want the
same. YAY!
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