Ruined Superheroine (PsionicCuttlefish & Kanti)

[PsionicCuttlefish]

Salzer sat in his chair, in his current lair, as he watched a bank of security cameras on the wall. He liked this chair. It was very comfortable. Even after losing so many bases and lairs over the years, so much research, so many projects, he always made sure to save the chair whenever he had to evacuate....every time, always because of that bitch Goldstar. Perfect prissy prude. Beloved by the people, the hypocrites. Showered with praise and adoration and publicity every fucking time she fucking ruined his plans. Cunt. Salzer "The Sculptor" was a genius of the highest caliber, and specialized in bioengineering. He could modify organisms and even craft entirely new creatures from scratch, but no matter what kind of monster he built, Goldskank always managed to defeat his creations. Fucking hell, even when he temporarily visited other cities to enact some different plan or another, that persistent piece of shit followed him! "The Aurum Avenger" made it her mission to oppose everything he did, personally! There were other villains and heroes in the small-ish and not very popular Richter City, but being an out-of-the-way city that garnered little outside attention, Salzer and Goldstar were the two biggest names. But in any case, Salzer continued to follow the security camera feeds, with fingers calmly steepled, tracking the latest base invasion with such a deep satisfaction that Salzer could not even remember the last time he felt this good. Because today was the end. Today was the last day he'd ever have to put up with the Aurum Asshole. Goldstar had located and wrecked base after base for the last seven years, but the current invader in his base...was not Goldstar.

No. The...THING...that was currently bumbling her way through his base with such gleefully entertaining ineptitude was not the bane of Salzer's existence. The first and most constantly eye-catching feature was her tits. They were elephantine, bigger than beach balls, each at least three feet in diameter and put together outmassed the rest of her body! She was actually quite strong enough to haul around such luggage on her own, but her tits were also delightfully wobbly and squishy as tits should be, and the only reason they weren't sagging was because of anti-gravity implants that she was unaware of. As the thing struggled to engage a couple of Salzer's minions with her two beautiful milk-factories getting in the way, they constantly oozed and dripped sweet white cream from huge, puffy nipples. The thing also set the new gold standard for the term "bubble butt", with how her fat asscheeks jiggled with every step and motion she took. She had long, back-length blonde hair, an obviously fake tan, and was precariously taking every step in six-inch high-heels, constantly looking like she was in danger of toppling over, as she only occasionally remembered she could fly, and even then for a minute at a time. She was wearing nothing else but an overstretched two-piece thong bikini that wasn't even set right to cover anything....instead of her usual gold-colored bodysuit, of course. No mask either, showing off her dumb, slutty-puffy-lipped, horny face for all to see.

Salzer took in a deeply contented breath and let out a happy sigh. Oh, how her mind must be a beautifully messy disaster by now. She would remember that she was an incredible fighter and was able to overcome greatly challenging foes...yet she also would "remember" that her impossible-to-fight-with body had always been this way. And the smart tactician that she was? Utterly gone at this point. In fact, after she had breached his base and encountered the first squad of his gun-toting soldier-minions, Salzer had to radio all his minions and instruct most of them to stay out of her way, and the rest of them to throw their fights with her, she was so bad now. His minions were collapsing to the ground the moment she so much as brushed them, before she remembered to used the golden calming light that made her original name, and she still was struggling. She also couldn't find her way around his base to save her life, she kept going down the same dead-ends enough that Salzer had to radio some minions to start luring her in the proper direction. They didn't even need to be subtle about it. And her public image? HAH! She had been completely disowned by Richter City, was the butt of every joke for how horribly a superhero could fail and fall, and could give up their superheroing for such base, immoral, crass desires. She couldn't appear anywhere in public without the crowds booing and jeering her, no one wanted to see her anymore. And she would have no idea why, because again, she would remember being the Star of the City, yet also "remember" that she had always been the way she was now. She didn't change, why did the people suddenly hate her? Her civilian identity, needless to say, was no more. Apparently she had actually been a big-shot physicist working in Richter City's most prestigious laboratory, but now even basic addition was a mental marathon for her. Oh, and of course, she couldn't help but stop every few minutes to masturbate. Salzer very much "enjoyed" the show she put on, every time. She even tried to strip some of his playing-dead minions a couple times, but couldn't manage it (to the very loud disappointment of his almost-lucky helmet-covered minions over the radio), gave up, and masturbated out of frustration.

And at last, she was closing in on his lair, being carefully baited forward by his minions. Salzer had even taken the liberty of instructing one of his minions to spay-paint 'SALZER IN HERE' on the main doors, just in case. Though he wouldn't be surprised if she was starting to lose the ability to read, too.

Goldstar, The Aurum Avenger had been ruining Salzer, the Sculptor's plans for so long.

Now Salzer had ruined Goldstar.

 

[Kanti]

Goldstar had been stopped in her tracks for a few minutes now, and it was clear that a very difficult decision was weighing upon her mind -- what little there still was. She turned back and forth with quick turns of her upper body, an action which repeatedly sent her leviathan tits swinging side to side; and each time they knocked together a spurt of white milk shot or dribbled forth from her ever erect nipples. "There?" she wondered audibly as she looked at the double doors only a few steps in front of her with the large green lettering "SALZER IN HERE" splayed across their surface. Her left hand tugged at her long blonde locks and a wide smile crept across her face for a moment as she stopped her deliberations to look at the obvious bottle blonde color, "Hm. Pretty. But...?"

Her eyes narrowed and nearly disappeared from view behind uselessly long, thick lashes as she stared at the doors again. A moment of clarity? A shining glimmer of hope for Goldstar to reclaim her lost dignity? "Where Salzer!?" she screamed, looking directly at the doors with a lack of comprehension one might expect to see from a sedated cow. It might have at one time been obvious that she was pouting at her confusion, at the inability to locate the man she came here to defeat, but with her current thick lips having been grown and developed to such a cartoonish extent that she was no longer able to close her mouth fully, making many expressions simply read as baffled, horny, or vacant. A thin rope of saliva trickled out of her mouth most times now.

Confused as she may be, a door was a door, and someone had written... something... on this one, so it must be important enough. Goldstar stepped forward and hovered in the air for a moment before closing the gap to the door a half inch off of the ground. There would be a gap just big enough for her to slip in between the edge of the doors and the nearest functioning camera, a blindspot created when the poor heroine shot her golden blast at a perfectly stationary guard and missed, hitting the camera several feet from the intended target. From within this room, Salzer the Sculptor would likely hear a loud thud and a crashing sound as she rammed parts of her body against the door, being unable to have figured out the handle to it after a good ten seconds of consideration. On the third smash of her deformed body against the door it would give way and break from the frame enough to open. On the fourth smash, it would dehinge and fall into the room.

Goldstar was, if anything but empty headed or confused, angry. Her battles with Salzer had gone on for the best part of a decade. He'd ruined her city more times than she could have counted even when she still knew how to count. He'd come dangerously close to deducing her secret identity on two separate occasions. Salzer once even managed to kidnap her best friend during one of his schemes, and the poor girl would never fully recover from having been used in his sick plans and traps to defeat Goldstar time and again. The Sculptor may not have known it, but Goldstar had come here with the intention of this being the last time they met, too. In addition to all the horrors he'd done to the city and her people, as her own reputation seemed to change before her very eyes for no discernible reason, Salzer stopped being seen as a threat, as a black spot in the city's history. Some how he had to be responsible for that.

But even the best laid plans can come to ruin at the simplest of distractions, and distracted she was. When finally the Aurum Avenger entered into Salzer's office, she did so on wobbly legs, her feet uneasy with the heels and the wild dimensions of her body. Her steps uneven and staggered due to her current distractions. Her left arm was entirely dedicated to hefting up her gigantic breast, bringing it upward and angling her nipple so that she could suck on her own chest, to lick on, and bite on her nipple and drink her own milk. The other distraction was that her right hand was currently between her legs, and her fingers were rapidly and roughly pawing at her womanhood.

 

[PsionicCuttlefish]

Salzer continued to monitor the 'new and very much improved' Goldstar's progress as she finally found the doors to his lair. He had kept the doors to his project laboratories in his latest base inconspicuous to keep the now mentally-deficient (or, as far as Salzer was concerned, mentally efficient, with her mind nearly empty of all shit that was unnecessary for her now, instead mostly filled with important things...for a living sexdoll, at least) Goldstar from finding and wrecking them, and that seemed to have worked flawlessly. He thoroughly enjoyed watching her mega-tits swing like wrecking balls as she turned in place quickly, and he snorted with amusement as she was momentarily distracted by her own properly-pretty hair. But then she then stared down his door intently...and Salzer briefly howled with laughter as she blurted out caveman-speech, asking a question that was answered by the words on the door she was staring at. She had lost the ability to read already! Just meant that Salzer wouldn't have to take care of that himself.

Unfortunately, Goldstar had destroyed the camera nearest to his door (entirely by accident, it seemed), so when she finally decided to move forward and try to make her way through the main doors anyway, Salzer lost vision of her on the bank of monitor sceens. And then he waited...for an impatience-inducing ten seconds or so, before he heard the first thud on the main doors behind him. He smirked. He had left the door unlocked, but still more-or-less expected this anyway. She of course still retained all her powers, but once upon a time, she would have needed only a single slam to get through the current main doors. But from how he had been watching her parade through his base for the last hour, she didn't seem to really grasp concepts like 'leverage' and 'momentum' anymore to use her superhuman strength to maximum effect. Of course, the endeavor of door-smashing was also likely handicapped by the unquestionably necessary improvements to her gazongas.

Salzer just continued to calmly stare at the now-Goldstar-less security screens with his back to the door as she impacted it a few more times. He heard it finally come crashing down on the fourth try. Slowly, he swiveled around in his chair, completely at ease, which was very well vindicated when his eyes fell upon 'Goldstar' staggering into his lair, struggling to hold one of her nipples to her mouth, rub herself off, and walk simultaneously. The Sculptor smiled. Her body had finished being reshaped in a more fitting image for her, and the reprogramming of her mind that began nearly six months ago was near completion.

There was only a few things left to do.

Salzer savored the show that Goldstar was giving him by rubbing his own crotch slowly while she was grinding her hand against her dripping pussy. He waited for her to finish her masturbation and the last vestiges of her original mind to briefly reappear once again. Goldstar, at this moment, had scarcely a clue of what he had done to her...and he wanted her to understand. He wanted her to comprehend just how total his seven-years-overdue victory over her was. He wanted her to know exactly how completely and utterly powerless she now was before him...for all of maybe sixty seconds or less before he completed the reprogramming and destroyed Goldstar once and for all. Salzer thought back to all the times he had been so close to defeating Goldstar or tried to get her off his back. All the times he had tried and failed to discern her secret identity, the times he had tried anything he could think of to put a leash on her through threats. All of those failures seemed so distant now...

Salzer watched Goldstar until she finally rode out a climax, and the dim light of her old consciousness reappeared in her eyes. And with her eyes consciously registering his presence, her arch-nemesis right in front of her, that might give her mind just a fraction more clarity to keep up with what he was about to say. "Greetings, Goldstar." Salzer said unhurriedly, while he leaned back in his chair with his hands clasped in front of him. "Welcome to my humble lair. Please, by all means, make yourself comfortable, make yourself at home. We both well know how this song and dance goes at this point. You discover one of my bases after foiling my latest plan, fight your way through my minions to my lair, and I delay you with my latest monster creation as I escape. Doing this over and over for seven years does tend to make strong routines, understandably. Although..." Salzer then tilted his chin up slightly in a haughty gesture, though the subtlety might have been lost on Goldstar. "Before you make your attempt on my life and I attempt to stop you with my newest monster...there's something that is on the forefront of my mind, now that I think about it...it feels like quite a while since we've done this, doesn't it? Doesn't it feel to you like you haven't wrecked one of my bases in a long time?" Salzer leaned forward with an intense expression. "How long, Goldstar. How long has it been? When was the last time we met like this?"