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This was going to be easy. The power hero, Shaper, was facing a new
villainess. She had long dark hair that framed a face dominated by high
cheekbones and a full sensual mouth, with green eyes that glinted as she
smiled at him. Her shapely figure was shown off my a black catsuit,
and her lower legs were encased in high leather boots.
He said, "Do you really think you can beat me, little girl?"
Seeming unconcerned, she said, "Maybe I can."
Her confidence bothered him, so he used his shapeshifting abilities to
demonstrate his superiority. First he lengthened his arms until they
almost reached her. Then he stretched his fingers so they could easily
enclose her. Shaper was about to capture her in his grip when those
emerald eyes suddenly glowed. All at once he found himself frozen in
place.
"What's the matter?" she wanted to know. "Have you been stopped where
you stand by me? A little girl? That is what you called me, isn't it?"
He found he could still speak as he told her, "This isn't possible. I
mean, you didn't even do anything and now I'm..."
"Under my power? Well, that's what happens when you face The
Mesmerizer. All your bending and elongating are of no use now that I've
put you under my spell. In fact, your vaunted powers could even be used
against you."
"But this isn't possible. I mean, I'm a member of the Victory Team,
just like Titan and Night Man and Speedo and..."
"Yeah, yeah." She made a dismissive gesture. "You're part of the boy's
club. Big deal. Whenever you go up against one of the bad guys who
you're forever fighting, all of you punch and kick and fly around until
the good guys win." She yawned theatrically. "But now you're up
against me and a new team. The Damsels of Doom. And we're going to
make quite a few changes in you macho loudmouths. For starters..." Her
eyes shone once more. "I think you should resume your normal form."
His hands shrank back to their original size and his arms shortened to
their ordinary length. He strained to disobey her order, to reassert
his control of his own body, but it was futile.
"And then," she continued, "you should give yourself a nice set of
boobs. I'm sure they'll look great in that skintight outfit."
Against his will, Shaper made his chest swell up until he had a modest
but attractive pair of breasts. And they really were eye-catching
through the snug crimson material of his costume. Then she told him to
broaden his hips and make his bottom protrude. That was followed by him
giving himself womanly legs and slimmer arms. From the neck down he was
feminine. Except for one thing.
"You know," she decided, "that bulge at your crotch is unacceptable. It
spoils your new look. Soooo... make it go away. Diminish your boy
parts until they aren't visible at all."
"That's my... my... manhood," he blurted in alarm. "You can't force me
to..."
Yet even as he spoke it was happening. Very soon the area at the
juncture of his thighs was smoothed down. The Mesmerizer smirked and
instructed him to reshape what was left so that it appeared he had
female genitals in that spot.
When he didn't appear to comprehend she clarified, "Give yourself a
camel toe. I know it will be easy to see with the way your outfit hugs
you down there."
Looking like he was about to cry, Shaper helplessly did it. She had him
plump up what appeared to be the outline of a prominent pussy with a
deep cleft. His lips were quivering as she walked slowly around him,
admiring the results of her mind control.
"Not too bad. Now who can call who a little girl? Although, in your
case, I think I'd rather see a big girl. Like one with a whopping large
bust and a supersize butt. You can do that for me now, can't you?
Hmmm? How about it, Shapely?"
He struggled visibly not to make his new figure even more extreme but it
gradually remade itself, until his curves were like something on a
stripper who had had lots of cosmetic surgery. The Mesmerizer had him
walk around and his redesigned contours wriggled as he moved. When she
told him to run he found he was off balance and had to fight not to fall
forward from the weight of those massive chest-hangers.
The woman in black snapped her fingers and summoned him to follow.
"That anonymous tip you got to come here was from me. I wanted us to
meet conveniently close to the Damsels of Doom's headquarters."
He trailed along behind her, his new figure causing him to wiggle when
he walked. As they passed through a metal door he found himself in a
spacious and stylishly decorated room. She led him to a vanity table
with a mirror mounted on it. As he sat down he found himself staring at
his familiar face above a very unfamiliar and gigantic set of milk-bags.
"I know," she said with false sympathy. "It's ridiculous for you to
have a male face and such an exaggeratedly female body. So how about
you do some more makeover work? For starters, soften your face. Give
yourself an upturned pug nose. And definitely let me see some pillow
lips. No, I mean a real puffy kisser. That's more like it. And I know
you can control your hair the same way, so get rid of every bit of it on
your body. Okay? And make your eyelashes a whole lot longer. That
looks terrific. Flutter them at yourself. Now send a few air kisses at
your reflection. Isn't this fun? Reshape your eyebrows so they're high
and arched. And finally make the hair on your head grow until it
reaches your shoulders. Oh, and put some waves into it."
She laughed at his thoroughly feminized appearance. He could find
nothing amusing in the fact that he could effortlessly pass for a woman
with an overblown figure. She got him on his feet and, with another
dose of eye-glow, implanted in his mind the desire to make his body
language and voice as girly as he could. When she had him walk around
he found himself swishing, keeping his wrists limp, and thrusting out
his headlights. It was utterly shameful.
He told her, "You have to change me back." Except that his words
carried little force when delivered with a high breathy voice.
The wicked woman laughed out loud at his helpless state. She checked
her smartphone and grinned at what she saw. "Looks like one of my
sisters -- maybe we could call ourselves Sinister Sisters -- is about to
return with a prize of her own. I'll bet you're eager to have one of
your teammates get here to rescue you. But I don't think that's how
it's going to work."
As if on cue, the door they had come in through opened and a more
familiar female entered. It was Amazonia, tall and powerfully built,
yet overwhelmingly sexy, her coppery hair falling halfway down her
muscular back, her physicality bared by the tiny bikini she wore.
Coming behind her was a curious figure. It was Master Mike, the human
dynamo who led the Victory Team. Under his skintight suit his bulging
arms and legs boasted obvious strength. And yet his limbs were stiff
and he strode forward as if he was a zombie. Most disturbing, the front
of his shorts was stretched out by a huge straining erection. His cock
was as impressive as the rest of his assets. Maybe more so.
The Mesmerizer chuckled. "Looks like we both had an easy time of it
with our victims."
"Really," agreed Amazonia. "I took a handful of trance dust from my
native land, blew it into his face, and he's been absolutely under my
control ever since." She snickered. "The first idea I put into his
head was that he had a hard-on that just wouldn't quit."
"I see. Jeez Louise."
"And I assured him that he was impossibly horny. Also that I was taking
him someplace where he could get some relief for his sore balls."
"What a happy coincidence. You've got a guy who needs to have his balls
drained, and I have a bimbo who would love nothing better than to do it
for him."
Master Mike heard that and smiled stupidly. Shaper blinked, long
eyelashes fluttering, and shook his head, but he was already stepping
closer to the bigger man. The overheated hero reached out to fondle the
titanic tits presented to him.
"Go on, Shapely," the hypnotizing harpy said with a giggle. "Give the
big guy what he wants."
Shaper tried to hold back. He abhorred what was happening. He hated
that new name she had given him. But now he was rubbing himself lewdly
against his team leader and reaching down to fondle his super-stick
through his overstrained shorts. Shaper sank to his knees and got his
fingers under the waistband of Mike's interfering garment. The kneeling
figure lowered it down the standing man's legs, letting his rock hard
cock spring free. The shaft of flesh smacked Shaper in the face but,
instead of being horrified, he acted delighted. Inside he was
humiliated and just wanted to make himself as flat as he could, to
ripple across the floor and under the door. Even so, his body
modification abilities were of no use without the willpower to direct
them. Instead he parted the plush lips he now possessed and engulfed
the swollen head of Mike's manly cock.
"Go on," The Mesmerizer encouraged. "Give that meat a hard suck. Use
your hands on the shaft. See how much you can swallow. I'm sure you
can adjust your throat just enough to manage it all, without making
yourself so loose that it spoils Mister Mike's fun."
The standing hero's eyes rolled and his tongue lolled out of his mouth.
He was thoroughly, mindlessly enjoying himself. In reality, deeper in
his mind, he was disgraced to be part of this scene. It was absolutely
against his beliefs to behave this way. Hadn't that had to dismiss
Mighty Cat (AKA Cat o' Might) from the group for similar behavior? This
was repugnant and yet it felt so incredibly good. Shame and desire got
mixed together in his mind until he couldn't separate them from each
other. Would he end up craving this sort of perversion, at the same
time that it completely mortified him? What a predicament that would
be!
The curvaceous crimefighter, meanwhile, had Mike's balls on his chin.
Without being told to, Shaper made his lips even more improbably
inflated, so that they added to the effectiveness of the oral pleasure
he was giving. He stroked the big man's sculpted legs, then got his
hands under the clinging shirt of his uniform to tease his nipples.
Mike grunted and began to twitch his hips. Oh no! He was approaching a
super ejaculation.
"Go on, Shapely," The Mesmerizer taunted. "Show him you love what
you're doing."
"And you," Amazonia whispered to her captive. "Feel free to blast your
load down his throat. You know that's what you both want. Even though
that sexpot on her knees is actually your buddy Shaper."
Master Mike turned his eyes down and saw it was true. Now there was no
way he could let himself disgrace the busily working figure, not when he
knew who it really was. But Mike was passing the point of turning back.
His body took over and he grabbed Shaper's head, plunging that oversized
cock in to the limit. All at once Master Mike spurted into the
accommodating throat. Both members of the Victory Team were out of
control, sickened by what they were doing but loving it at the same
time. They remained locked together for long minutes until Mike at last
relaxed and withdrew. Shaper ardently kissed and licked his spent cock,
limp now but still impressively large. It was certainly larger than the
female mound between Shaper's legs.
"What's the matter, Shapely?" the ebon-clad female wanted to know. "Are
you horny too? With no way to get any relief after how I made you
restructure your three-piece set into a puss?" She let out a hissing
laugh. "Well, too bad for you. And both you losers will find that
after what you've done, your heads have been reprogrammed. You won't be
any good for busting baddies now that all your thoughts will be centered
on each other."
Amazonia added, "And on your teammates."
As Shaper clung possessively to Mike's thick leg and licked his thigh
seductively, the door opened once more. It admitted Scorpion Sting and
Dark Mistress. There appeared to be no one with them until Scorpion
took off her cape and swirled it through the air. In a flash two
figures became visible. They wore the well known costumes of Titan and
Night Man. It was wholly out of character when, mere seconds later,
they stripped each other naked. The two former heroes stood there
blushing furiously at their nakedness. Dark Mistress reached into her
shoulder bag to produce two pairs of stockings which she gave them. The
men sat on a nearby sofa and rolled the silky lingerie up each other's
legs. Then it was panties, which they meekly put on each other. The
latter garments had cut-out crotches, through which the obviously mind-
controlled but shamefully self aware twosome gingerly extracted each
other's male parts. They were embarrassed beyond belief.
"Hail, hail, the gang's all here," declared The Mesmerizer.
"Or at least the first bunch of them," amended Amazonia. "I can't wait
to have the entire Victory Team here in our hideaway, so we can make
them perform with each other in endless combinations.
"Yeah," seconded Scorpion, "with endless perversions."
"And with lots of nasty punishments being inflicted on them," announced
Dark Mistress. "For their obscene behavior. They'll be addicted to it
but still experience crippling guilt."
All the woman laughed. Their prisoners could only stay where they were
and suffer endless mental anguish. They were stuck and these women
would never tire of tormenting them and playing games with their now
pliable minds.
It was going to be quite an adventure for the victorious Damsels of Doom
and the defeated Victory Team.
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(This short little story was inspired in part by two Fictionmania posts
by C.C., SPRITZED and ALIEN FISH.)
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