Summary: mind control, Mf, ff, tg, humor
The Y-Men are a group of
superheroes, the likes of which you probably haven't seen before. Join them in
the most fearsome struggle of their careers.
See No Evil: Contains sexually explicit and politically incorrect material. If you shouldn't be reading this, or if it might offend you, simply stop now.
Legalese: All actors and actresses are over the age of consent. Proof of age is on file. Any similarity of any character, event or place to any actual person, event or place, is purely coincidental. This is all fantasy, and the actors are all professionals -- do not try any of this at home.
Archiving: You are welcome to discreetly repost or archive this, just do not change it, steal from it or claim credit for it.
Author's Ramblings: Fast fun fluff. Yeah, superhero stories have been done before, sometimes quite well. But ... what the hell. Here's my hand at one.
Have fun!
"Nervous?" Captain Canada asked as the five superheroes -- Meaty, the Captain and Buttplug, Crimson and RD-Girl -- stood outside the Bobbitt Club headquarters.
"Nervous?" Meatier Man smiled. "HELL, yeah! After this morning, I could be a ... GIRL!"
"Egads!" Buttplug spat.
"I don't know, I kinda like--" RD-Girl began, then wisely shut up.
"You do make a fine woman," the Captain reverentially whispered to her on the side. "A FINE woman!"
"Okay, how do we do this?"
"You need to hold the glob and imagine very clearly what you want it to do. It will pick up on your mental images and then do what it has seen you plan for it."
"Good enough," Meaty said, taking the lump of protoplasm from the bag they had carried it in. Everyone was quiet while he visualized what he needed it to do.
"Okay. Done." He was startled when the glob began to grow in size, then take on his own features until a second Meatier Man was standing there in front of him.
"I can tell the difference," the Crimson Blush spoke softly.
Buttplug frowned. They were perfectly identical to him. "How?"
"I just can."
Captain Canada held the Cloak of Invulnerability out for the real Meatier Man to pull on. "If everything goes right, they'll mistake you for the Shadow Lord. That's what we need them to do."
"Understood."
There was a nervous group swallow, then the five heroes and the glob simulacrum entered the headquarters.
"You guys again?!" Seargant Dyke laughed. "I can't commend your intelligence, but I'm glad to see you. We still have some unfinished business."
The glob stepped forward. "I would say, 'Lady, you're in for a rude awakening,' except that you are definitely no lady."
The Seargant laughed. "You're on the money there! Detesticulator. Do him."
The glob began moving around them towards the right. When the Detesticulator pointed a finger, he dove. She missed and hit a table, after which it was a three-legged table.
The glob kept moving around them in a circle. The Detesticulator pointed again, but the glob dived again. She hit the bowl of figs and dates and a bowl of cherries sitting on the other table. The stems all disappeared.
The real Meatier Man focussed his pud on the Effeminator. She was much harder to affect this time because Seargant Dyke had redoubled her dominance over her three teammates since last time.
RD-Girl strode up towards the Ovulator. "You're lookin' good, baby!"
"You just stay back!"
"Whatsa matter? Ain't got the taste for the dark meat yet?" Ovulator bit her lip as RD-Girl slowly raised her microskirt to expose her bare ass and exerted her new powers.
"Nnnng!" she moaned as she sank to her knees and began licking RD-Girl's ass.
"What?!" Seargant Dyke complained. "No! You're a lesbian, but not for HER!"
The Effeminator finally sank to the floor and began playing with herself.
"No!" Seargant Dyke barked. "Don't DO that, you little CUNT! Hit him! Hit Meatier Man! Now!"
The Effeminator raised her hand to point a finger as the glob moved between her and Seargant Dyke.
"Wait for it ... wait for it ..." the real Meatier Man whispered quietly.
With perfect timing, the glob melted to the floor just as the Effeminator fired. The force moved over the melting protoplasm and hit Seargant Dyke. Her flat chest filled out to C-cups, and her hips widened four inches.
"No!" she shrieked in her now higher-pitched voice.
"Now," Meatier Man bellowed and dropped all but a thread of his power from the Effeminator and focussed it all on Seargant Dyke.
"NO! NO! NO! Nnnnnggg! GodDAMN!"
Meaty felt her give, and the Seargant's hands came up to cup her new boobs.
"No! No, it CAN'T feel like this!"
Keeping the bulk of his power still focussed on Dyke, he resurged his energies towards the Effeminator and shouted, "Hit her again, Effeminator! Now!"
The Effeminator raised her hand and shot a full blast at Seargant Dyke.
"NOOOOOOO!"
Meatier Man refocussed on Seargant Dyke, finding it much easier this time to make her yield. Her hands moved from her D-cups to her pussy, which was now wet for the first time in the supervillain's life.
"Nooooooo!" she whined.
"Again, Effeminator."
The Effeminator hit her again. As Seargant Dyke's lust centered around her own pussy, her power over the Effeminator weakened. The Effeminator realized what she had been made to do by the dyke lesbian and her anger flared.
"Damn you!" she bellowed and hit Seargant Dyke again. And again. And again. "Damn you!"
Seargant Dyke was so much woman now that she was putty in Meatier Man's hands. She stripped naked and began playing with herself right in front of everyone. Crimson made sure that Dyke's shame at being made back into a woman, at ENJOYING being turned back into a woman, burned within her, making her wetter still.
The Detesticulator awoke from her months-long haze. She marched over to the three-legged table holding the fruit bowls and selected an apple, then walked over to the masturbating lesbian, who was ALL WOMAN now. She rolled her over on her belly, then pulled on her wide hips until she was on all fours. "Stupid, idiotic, fucking cunt!" she hissed as she forced the apple up Seargant Dyke's asshole.
Seargant Dyke bucked in pleasure. "DO me! DO me! Just DO me!" she chanted pathetically.
The Ovulator pulled her tongue out of RD-Girl's asshole, perplexed at why it was there in the first place. She stood and looked the busty superheroine up and down. "Ohgod, you're sexy!" she sighed, then hugged and clung to the smiling black woman.
Meaty had the Effeminator give Seargant Dyke one more blast. Then he did the same, knowing that it would have permanent effect on her now that she had been SO womanized. Dyke just whimpered and begged to be plugged.
Captain Canada and RD-Girl explained to the Effeminator, the Ovulator and the Detesticulator what had happened to them and what they had done for the last several months while mind-controlled as part of the Bobbitt Club. Buttplug had fun poking Seargant Dyke. The Crimson Blush and Meatier Man began searching the premises.
Blush opened a closet door, and Monsoon, SD-Woman and Worry Girl spilled out, all lesbianized.
"Ohgod, you have nice gazongas!" Worry Girl exclaimed as she groped and pulled on Crimson Blush's boobs.
"Ehr, thank you," Crimson told her as she pulled the other woman's hands off her busom.
"Do you know what happens when lightning dashes up an anus?" Monsoon said as she pushed her hand up Crimson's skirt and slipped a finger quickly up her ass.
"Oooh! Stop that!" She managed to pull Monsoon's hand out of her skirt, but then Worry Girl's paws were back at her boobs.
"Do you want to see my snow white bush?" Monsoon asked, pushing her pelvis forward. "Isn't it pure and pretty?"
"If you don't eat me out now," SD-Woman told her, "It's sexual discrimination! After all, you fuck men. You HAVE to fuck women too, or it's SEXUAL DISCRIMINATION! Now fuck me! FUCK ME!"
Crimson slapped her across the face to get her to calm down.
But it didn't work. "No, baby! Back HERE!" SD-Woman turned around and cocked out her naked ass. "SLAP me back HERE! I've been a BAAAAAAAD girl!"
"Meaty!" Crimson finally asked for help.
Meatier Man came over and dropped his pants. Monsoon gave a whimper, then turned around and started sucking him off. A few moments later, Worry Girl danced to Meaty, fondling her own bared boobs, not having a worry in the world.
He looked at SD-Woman, groping both herself and Crimson, pleading for the other woman to eat her out. "Her, I'm going to leave. This is actually quite an improvement over her original personality."
"Yeah, you don't have to put up with her feeling you up."
"Oh, let her lick your slit, Elinore. Use her like a warm, versatile vibrator."
"It's not like I have much choice," Crimson Blush smiled, the other woman's head buried beneath her skirt. "Oooh! Actually, that DOES feel good. You have an expert tongue there, girl."