“Urrrhh, good god what hit me...” Max mumbled as his mind started to wake up in a daze.
Max Index, the wealthy, powerful owner of APEX Industries but also the vile, ruthless and evil criminal mastermind behind most of Metrobay's crime. Mostly untouchable and unstoppable to anyone but those brave and powerful woman known only as the Metrobay Superheroines. Just as they were a thorn in his backside, he was also a bigger thorn in their beautiful behinds as well, trapping the heroines on many occasions to fulfil whatever twisted fantasy he had for that week alone, as well as his attempt to rid the city of them, whether though brainwash, mind control, conversion, or just broken into a bondage sex slave. Max has had countless encounters with capturing heroines, for both his evil plans and pleasures, it always fuelled the twisted man to carry out his plans, even if there was an obviously flaw or two he overlocked due to sexual activity he was having, only to realise it much too late. He still enjoyed the thrill of the hunt for those attractive superheroines regardless of the outcome.
However, Max currently found himself in unusual part of knocked out and having no idea where he was.
“What happened last? Heroines? Assassins? A villain or ex-lover I wronged too badly?” the millionaire ran through the possible suspects to himself, finding it was taking longer then normal for his body to wake up fully. “...yes, that was what happened...”
Max recalled making his way to his office, being chauffeured to work in his car by one of his personal drivers. Everything seemed like a typical drive to work routine when something.....no, someone jumped onto the hood of his car from the sky, causing the driver to panic and crash the car, knocking Max out cold as his head hit the back of the driver's seat. An image started to visualize in Max's head, the last thing he saw before getting knocked out. A woman, squatted on the hood of his car, looking directly into his eyes with a serious glare in her own, like an angry feline ready to hiss at him. Bright pink get up, blonde hair that waved with her athletic movement and held twin kitty ears, that deep cleavage he had stuck his hands (Among other things too.) into too many times to count while playing with those all too familiar breasts, it all clicked inside Max's mind.
“PINK PUSSYCAT!” He realized. “If that Sluttycat's even made a dent on my car, I'll...”
Before Max could even dream up what bondage punishments he could put Pink Pussycat through, he started to regain feeling and control in his body. He slowly opened his eyes and as his vision cleared, he was met with an unlikely sight. A room resembling a laboratory full of Superheroines he knew all too well, stood in front of him looking straight at Max with dagger eyes and some with evil grins on their faces.
“H-Heroines?” Max spoke. So many superheroines, Pink Pussycat, Ms. Metrobay, Omega Woman, Nightengale, Honeydoll, Kitten, Invincible Girl, Hypnotica, Valient Grrl, Alpha Woman, way too many for Max to count were right in front of him, but there were all woman he had wronged at some point in his super villain career. Reacting to this, Max found himself unable to move, his wrists and ankles shackled leaving him in an x frame position against an upright steel table. Upon looking down, he noticed why exactly he was freezing cold. “M-My clothes! What is the meaning of this? Why am I naked and strapped up like this?”
“Well well, some body's a real grumpy cat in the morning!” Pink Pussycat answered.
“I'll have you know that suit of mine's worth more then what all you supersluts earn in a year combined!” Max growled, struggling at his binds. “Not to mention I had five hundred bucks in my wallet!”
“Well maybe we'll treat ourselves once this is over.” Kitten joked. “Drinks are on you of course!”
“Your clothing and wallet is the least of your worries you assclown.” Ms. Metrobay crossed her arms. “You won't need them where you're going.”
“And where or what exactly do you lot have planned for me exactly?” Max asked, unable to control the erection he was getting from the arousal of being in front of so many hot woman.
“For years Max, you have tied us all up, had your way many times with us, controlled a large portion of our minds, changed our bodies and minds to fulfil whatever sick fantasies you have, and even used us like milking cows.” Pink Pussycat walked around the room, circling Max like a cat meowing for attention. “And now, all of us have lost our patience with you. We've had it up to here with your bullshit.”
“You're not the only fiend in this city Max.” Omega Woman continued. “But you are top of the list of villains who have had their way with all of us the most.”
“So?” Max laughed, almost proud of his handy work being acknowledged. “You think trapping me here is going to scare the crap out of me? There is nothing you bitches can do about it! The ball is in my court.”
“That's true.” Ms. Metrobay replied. “Any evidence we can gather, you'll always worm your way outta arrest every single time.”
“So what, have you all grown a pair and going to take me out for good?” Max smiled, knowing full well no superheroine could take the life of a human being like this, even if he was the biggest bastard to all of them in the past.”
“What do you take us for Max, cold blooded murderers?” replied Kitten.
“In a sense Max, we have come up with a plan to take you out of the picture.” The Pink Pussycat slapped at Max's exposed manhood. “It'll be like you disappeared off the face of the earth.”
“Oh, so all you super bimbos put your heads together to form a plan to get rid of me huh.” Max continued to laugh. “I'm a very difficult man to simply wipe from existence. No matter where you hide me, I WILL be found by someone!”
“Oh you won't be going far.” Hoenydoll explained. “Not what we have planned for you. In-fact, you won't even leave the city.”
“The city?” Max started to feel a small ounce of concern as he had no idea what they were all talking about at this point.
“You've treated us “Super Bimbo” Heroines like crap for way too long.” Pink Pussycat walked over to a large switch that looked like it belonged in an old Frankenstein laboratory. “Now...let's...see...how...YOU...LIKE IT!”
The feline heroine flipped the switch download as loud electrical sounds started buzzing and Max felt like he was being electrocuted only nowhere lethal.
“AAAAAAAARRRRGGGGGHHHHHH!!!” The bound billionaire screamed in stock. “WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!?”
As Max felt a strange energy shock him to his core, he noticed his body was changing. At first he thought her was getting younger as the hairs on his limbs and chest started to reseed back into his body and his arms and legs began to thin. However, his skin started to feel a lot more smooth, his head of hair growing out longer, but what absolutely terrified him the most was his long hard cock was started to shrink fast, smaller and smaller until there was nothing left, his tennis racket vanishing along with both tennis balls.
“WHA....WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME?!?” Max yelled feeling so strange and alien throughout his body. “STOP THIS, STOP THIS..NNNNOOOOOOOOW!”
At the end of his plea, Max's pitch of voice was a much higher tone, losing any deep sound he once had. He let out a loud almost pleasured moan as the space where his cock and balls used to be changed in appearance, looking more like a pair of lips with a deep hole that lead inside of him emerging in-between his love lips like an invisible drill was tunnelling inside of Max. The sensation made Max sweat all over his body, shining more then usual while his once many behind started to expand, much bigger and wider in size, peachier, rounder, and more likely to jiggle and bounce while walking. His once fine physic altered more when Max's stomach began to thin, going from the typical fit man shape to that which resembled more of an hourglass figure, and plush lips on his much like two finger stuck together. Still confused what was happening to him as Max's moans got louder and louder, the next change confirmed to him what he was changing into, and it by far scared him the most. His chest looked like it started to inflate, first into what looked like two small man boobs, they formed and grew into a more attractive shape and size, one that Max was all too familiar with seeing despite not having his own until now. Larger and larger they grew, more then a big enough size to lure any man to his charms, for squeezing hard when being “playful” and of course, very ideal for titty fucking. Max's wide eyes starred in horror as his bust stopped at a size that almost rivalled Ms. Metrobay's own pair. As Pink Pussycat flipped the switch back to stop the energy, Max was breathless as his heart raced at what had just transpired.
“Oh...no.” Max spoke in his now very feminine voice. “Y-You didn't...”
“Right girls, let HER, hehheh, out.” Pink Pussycat tried her best to hold back her laughter. Kitten and Invincible Girl undid Max's bounds, also trying their best not to laugh. “The mirror Nightengale?”
Nightengale brought in a tall mirror as Max stood onto the floor on wobbly legs, not used to both his changed legs and the new weight he now carried on his chest. With the mirror in front of Max, he slowly looked up at his shocking transformation.
“Take a good look Max.” Pink Pussycat told him. “Or should I call you, MAXI?”
If Max, or Maxi's jaw could drop to the ground, it would have done so at lightning speed the moment he saw his reflection in the mirror. It had looked like a complete stranger was looking back at him, but he knew it was not. Hair that went from short grey to a longer silver shine that reached down his back all the way to the top of his behind, a pretty more youthful face that looked more feminine and in his early twenties like he had a incorrect face lift for the wrong gender, lips that could wrap around any sized cock in his mouth, long eye lashes that could wave “come over here and fuck me” every time he winked or close his eyes, thinner arms that could tie behind any man's back complete with long finger nails for coating in any shade of nail vanish, big round twin breasts that even bounced while Max breathed, an hourglass figure that some girls would hatch evil plans against heroines just to have, big hips and ass that could twerk for hours just to beg for sex, long legs that could wrap around any man's behind, but the most terrifying image for Max was ground zero. No longer owning a long cock any man would be proud to own, all that was there now was the very thing every man would do anything to stick their cock into, the very image of having one made Max sick on the inside and frightened for his own well being.
“YOU TURNED ME INTO A WOMAN?!?!?” Max screamed in horror, and with that said, all the heroine burst into laughter over his reaction.
“Oh my god!!!” Ms. Metrobay chuckled. “This may have been the greatest thing we've ever done!”
“It way funnier then I imagined!” Alpha Woman tried to hold her sides.
“This is so fucking funny!” Kitten rolled on the floor laughing. “I might just piss myself laughing over this!!!”
After all the heroines were done having their laugh, and taking a few photos on their phones, they finally contained themselves while Max felt the weakest and more vulnerable he, or rather now she had ever felt in her life.
“T-This cannot be!” Max felt close to crying. “I can't be a woman! I'm a....AAAAHHHH!!”
“Man?” Pink Pussycat finished Max's sentence while she groped one of Maxi's breasts. “You sure don't look like like a guy to me! No man would have such big boobs or get off from having them touched and squeezed!”
“S-S-Stop....Aaahhh!” Max moaned as the sensation of having his breast fondled was beyond what she had imagined it ever feeling like.
“Nor would a guy have such a shapely female ass!” Kitten smacked Max's ass with a spank.
“AWWW!” Max moaned in pain and arousal, feeling so different being spanked as a woman.
“Oh, and what do we have here?” Pink Pussycat stroked a finger on Max's vagina.
“Pleeeease......no more...” Max wanted this humiliation to end, the feeling of a women's body proving too much for Max to handle.
“No Max.” The playful Pussycat got forceful as she stuffed two fingers into Max's love tunnel. “This is for all the times you've fucked with us in the past! All the times you've used us like your private living sex dolls! Now YOU'RE the one that's going to be fucked over from now on from the same sort of people like yourself!”
Tears ran down Max's now gorgeous face at the thought of guys using her in the same way she had treated all the super heroines as a guy.
“Already wet I see, and not just on your face!” the Pussycat took her fingers out of Max's hot pussy, dripping with her first ever love juice. “We made you a fine fully functional baby factory for your honeypot!”
“I CAN GET PREGNANT?!?” Max squeaked at the idea that she could now carry babies.
“Babies, periods, orgasms, the full works sweetheart!” Pink Pussycat winked. “Welcome to the fairer sex Maxi!”
“Why.....why have you....you....meanies done this.....” Max put her hand over her mouth. She had no idea why she used the term meanies, she had wanted to use far worse language but it was the only bad word her mouth would utter.
“Looks like the IQ scrambler is working wonders.” the feline heroine giggled at the thought that Max was now dumbed down a little. “Just a little rewrite and you'll be dumb as a rock in no time!”
“Rewhat?” Max asked curiously as a sudden headache numbed her head. “IQ Scram...”
Before he got an answer, Ms. Metrobay and Alpha Woman each grabbed an arm of Max's. As much as the former man wanted to struggle, her new arms felt much weaker and lack the strength to fight both heroine's grips, even without their super powers.
“Oh, we're done changing you physically Max.” Ms. Metrobay explained. “But now, we're going to change you mentally too. Not by Hypnotica's breasts but by something a little more....permanent.”
Both heroines escorted Max towards what looked like a steel throne chair, but had something far more sinister hanging above it. A metal helmet with all kinds of wires attached to it. Familiar with the technology, Max tried her best to pull free, pushing her heels down as an attempt to escape but both heroines were too strong for her, soon forcing her into the chair, strapping her wrists into the arms of the chair and ankles locked likewise into the front legs, and finally the helmet was lowered onto and strapped on top of her head.
“What are you going to do to me?” Max cried as if he was on death row in the electric chair. “Are you turning me into some bimbo stripper or something?”
“No silly.” Pink Pussycat answered, stroking Max's chin. “Do you really think we're THAT cruel? No see, you've always thought of us as sex objects, stupid heroines, and your playthings you can do what you want with. This here Max is our ultimate victory. Pretty soon, all those nasty evil memories of yours will be replaced with a sense of duty to protect people, the kind heart that ensures that good and justice lead to a brighter tomorrow, but of course not on our level of intelligence but rather what you think we “Super Bimbos” are like!”
“You don't mean...” Max watched in horror as Pink Pussycat walked towards another lever.
“Yes Max, we're turning you into...” The Pink kitty pulled down the switch. “...A SUPERHEROINE!”
“AAARRRGGHH!” Max screamed as she felt a serge of energy attack her mind. Before she could even tell herself to fight against the machine, Max's memories had already been effected, spiralling away like water down a sink hole as the after effects of the IQ Scrambler turned her head into an open canvas. For the next hour, Max watched visions of people in danger and evil do-gooders plotting evil schemes while words span over and over in her mind. “Serve, protect, save, moral code, crime fighter.” words that would never once describe the man once known as Max Indeks, but they were now the only things the woman nicknamed Maxi stood for and would risk her own life to ensure that the city of Metrobay would be protected.
“I....am a Crime Fighter.” Maxi uttered in a trace nearing the end of her mind rewrite. “I serve the city of Metrobay as a Super Heroine.”
“Purrfect!” Pink Pussycat grinned as her vision became reality. “Just so work on your background and personality memories and you're good to go.”
A few weeks had past since Max had been captured and reshaped completely. While Max's goons and the members of R.O.P.E scouted to search for their lost leader, they all came out empty with no clues or traces as to where Max had vanished to as the Super Heroines ensured their tracks were well and truly covered. With no evidence to back them up, none of villains could publicly accuse any Heroine of having any involvement in Max's disappearance. Until something new came up, the fiends just returned to their daily activities of spreading crime across the city.
Back at the Superheroine Squad Headquarters meanwhile, Pink Pussycat was sitting around the base, drinking a glass of her own branded Katnip drink as a sweet reward for a hard day's crime fighting when her kitty ears started to twitch.
“Pink Pussycat, are you there?” Kitten spoke to her mentor via the radio in the kitty ears. “There's a robbery going down at the first Bank of Metrobay. I think it's Trixtress again.”
“Fluffles, and I have just sat down to relax.” Pink Pussycat signed. “I suppose it's all a trap to get me into more bondage again.”
“Well, why not send....the newb?” Kitten suggested.
“That's a good idea.” Pink Pussycat's rare grin returned. “She WAS made for these sorts of scenarios. Alright, I'll send her down.”
“And I'll come to her rescue in an hour or so.” Kitten signed off from the radio.
“Oh GB?” The pink feline called.
“Yes PP?” a new heroine skipped towards Pink Pussycat as she smiled a giggled. Her outfit was a mix of bright pink and white, sporting a pink top with the letters “GB” on the front that did not hide her deep cleavage all that well as well as a matching skirt that could not conceal her huge ass either nor her pink sports thongs. While latex boots and gloves coated her legs and hands, one glove containing a jewel with her super powers, a short pink cape also with the “GB” letters on her back reaching to just above her behind, and an eye mask to hide her face, hiding an identity.
“There's a bank robbery going down at the first Bank of Metrobay. Think you can handle it?”
“Oh totally!” the heroine jumped for joy. “I'll like, so my best and all to ensure us good guys win and all.”
“Good, you run along and have fun...I mean, save the day and whatnot.”
As Pink Pussycat returned to chilling out, the Super Heroine GB made her way out towards the scene of the crime. The heroine in question was in-fact Max. The name GB was short for Gender Bender, a meaning that only the heroines of Metrobay knew as their escape and a taste to citizens wondering what it meant (After all, if guys like CM Punk could do it for so long...). Maxi had no secret identity so she was a heroine twenty four seven that could be called on to do the crime fighting other heroines were sure were traps that would lead to more bondage or mind control shenanigans. Maxi never questions her life, the brainwashing had made sure of that. Her powers of super strength were quite limited, always ensuring she would be captured every time as an eternal punishment from her former unknown life, only to have to be rescued by other heroines soon after...or when they left like rescuing her. It never bothered Maxi, she just loved being a superheroine so much and truth be told, she was secretly super turned on by some of the creative scenarios the villains put her through. She was not very smart, thanks in part to the IQ Scrambler, and her secret arousal could surpass that of Pink Pussycat's, but deep down she had the heart to protect all the citizens of Metrobay.
“I love being a Superheroine!” she giggled to herself. “I love this life!”
“AAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!” Max screamed as he shot up from his bed, his body in a sweat and his breathing heavy. He lifted his bed covers up to check on something personal. “Still there. It was a dre...no, a horrible nightmare!”
Max turned to look at his bedside cabinet, noticing it was four am at night on his clock, but looking angrily at a plastic jack-o'-lantern full of sweets next to it. In his rage, he punched the pumpkin down to the floor.
“That it!” he growled. “No more alcoholic chocolates before bedtime for me!”
Max looked at his sleeping wife, unwoken thanks to her doze of sleeping pills to which even an elephant could not wake her up.
“You warned me I'd get nightmares if I ate too much candy, yet I did not listen.” Max placed his hand against his face. “Some fucking Halloween this turned out to be!”
“MASTER.” Spoke a figure that emerged from the shadows. “DETECTING HIGH STRESS LEVELS. PUSSYBOT AWAITS COMMANDS TO RELIVE STRESS.”
Max looked to the figure to see Pink Pussycat, though not as pink as she would usually be. It that then Max remembered the crazy evening of events before bed where he had not only captured that feline heroine of his desires but for a chance and since it was Halloween, Max converted her into a Greybot. After an evening of activities with his new “Pussybot” Max took her home to the Halloween party he was hosting where his new toy amused his guests for hours while he had a little too many of those fiendish chocolates. Now the Pink Pussycat just stood there in her grey skin attire from the neck down to her grey boots, which only her kitty ears and mask keeping her identity safe for now as the aura of mystery to who she was always turned Max on so hard. Any other time, Max would have told her to hope into bed, but after the nightmare he had just had, Max yawned to say;
“...I'm really in no mood Sluttycat. Hopefully in the morning before breakfast I'll have some more fun with you, assuming those super bim...I mean friends of yours don't rescue you before then.”
“UNDERSTOOD.” Pussybot responded, returning into the shadows as Max laid back down to go to bed.
“I swear, if the next dream is me as a female greybot, I'm swearing off chocolates and greybots forever!” Max hissed as he shut his eyes to sleep.
The End
