A Costumed Life
The Miami Comic Convention was ending for another year, and the last of the attendees were walking out of the convention hall. Since most of the casual fans had left earlier, it was mostly the fans that had entered the costume contest that were now leaving. They talked with one another, making comments about each other's costumes and makeup, congratulating the winners and, in smaller groups, voicing their opinions of who should have won, before breaking up to go back into the hotel to change clothes. A casual observer would have seen Vampirella, Mantra, The Fantastic Four, Dr. Doom, Superman and Batman, Catwoman, and a host of other famous and not so famous comics characters. If that observer had a good eye, he or she would have spotted something else in the picture, a pair of strange looking men hiding in the background, and if close enough, they also would have heard the conversation of these two, which went something like this.
"You sure this is the guy, Pickles?" the shorter of the two, looking for all the world like a Tom Cruise whose growth had been stunted, said.
"Yeah, I popped into his house, and you should see all the costumes he's got in his closet. I think we can have a lot of fun with this guy. Best of all, there'll be no interference from our foes to stop us. Yeah, I think Stevie boy is gonna provide us with all the fun we want, and then some," the slightly taller one, who looked like a skinny Rip Torn, said as he adjusted the derby hat on his head. "And how many times do I have to tell you, Short Stuff, that my nickname comes from the FRONT of my name, not the back!"
"Well, I most certainly can't use your regular name or nickname while we're disguised as mortal humans, can I, PICKLES?" his partner replied, just before they both disappeared into the darkness.
One of the men leaving the convention, the one the two mysterious men had been talking about, Steve Zink by name, said good night to his friends and headed for his car. It's a good thing his costume's cowl covered his short sandy blonde hair. His build wasn't too muscular, but padding in the costume had taken care of that. His five foot ten height had been nearly perfect for the costume. His Batman costume, along with the presentation he'd made, had won him the contest for best male. He was glad he had decided to use the Batman Beyond costume, since there had been two other guys dressed as the original Batman, and also, they didn't go through the acrobatics in their acts that he did. Now he had another trophy to add to his growing collection.
Little did any of Steve's fellow contestants know that they'd also seen him in costume inside the display hall Friday evening and early on Saturday. Quite a few of them had wondered why the woman in that good looking Batgirl costume hadn't been in the costume contest. Steve had toyed with the idea of doing quick costume changes to show up as both Batgirl in the female category and then later as Batman for the male category, but decided to concentrate on just Batman. It wouldn't do if Batgirl had won any awards and had to appear on the stage at the same time as Batman!
Because of the time and distance involved in driving home, Steve decided to get out of the Batman costume. The first thing he did after pulling the cowl up and off his head was to pop out his contacts and replace them with his normally worn glasses. The contacts irritated his eyes slightly, and so it was while in costumes that he wore them the most. He had a pair of shorts on under the pants part of the costume, so there was no problem in taking it off right there in the parking lot. The costume had caused him to sweat a good deal, but he figured on taking a shower once he'd gotten home. He fished a dark blue T-shirt out of his suitcase, along with his sneakers. In their place he put the boots of the Batman costume, and after putting the rest of the costume in the suit bag and closing up both, Steve got under way.
When he pulled up in front of his house a few hours later after the long drive home, Steve happened to glance at his living room window and saw that it was completely black. 'Damn,' he thought, 'just what I need, another burnt out bulb. There must be something wrong with that lamp to keep blowing the bulbs like that. I'll have to get it fixed.'
When he made his way from the driveway to his house, Steve got a feeling that something was wrong, but he just couldn't put his finger on it. He put his key in the lock and opened the door, to be met with the darkness he had glimpsed from outside. He reached his hand to the light switch for the overhead, but as he flicked it, he found that even that light wasn't working. He figured he'd have to call his landlord the next day, and started into the living room with his costume bag slung over his shoulder and the suitcase containing accessories in his left hand. However, he only managed to take three steps past the door before his body froze in mid step. He fought to make his body move, but nothing happened.
He heard the door slam shut behind him, and then the lights popped on. Steve's mouth would have fallen open if he'd had control of his body, but all he could do was stare at the two familiar looking forms floating, yes floating, in front of him. Forms familiar to him, since he'd read so many of the books in which they'd appeared, and also used them as characters in a few of the stories he himself had written. Forms from some comics writers' and artists' imaginations that couldn't, shouldn't exist, Batmite and Mr. Mxyzptlk. These were the two mischievous imps from...who knows where and the fifth dimension, who bedeviled Batman and Superman, respectively in their comics. But how could this be? These two were only comic book characters, and not real, at least they hadn't BEEN real.
Batmite, who outside the convention hall had been the stunted Tom Cruise double, now appeared as his true self. He looked like a chubby little dude with too skinny legs, standing about three feet high. He was wearing a form fitting grey top with a stylized black bat on the chest which over emphasized his pudgy figure, loose fitting dark blue shorts, a blue bat cowl which had ears looking more like rabbit ears along with the traditional blue bat cape, and a yellow utility belt which may or may not have matched the capabilities of his hero's. His blue bat gloves looked normal enough, but his blue boots looked more like those a court jester would wear.
Mxy wasn't much taller, but being skinnier, looked a bit more normal than Batmite. Normal, as much as a shockingly orange red haired imp dressed like a futuristic court jester could. His orange one piece outfit looked like a sleeveless tunic, with bulging purple edging around the Vee neck, the arm holes below the shoulders, and around the bottom around his upper thighs, which made it look more like a skirt bottom. A black belt with an orange buckle cinched it in around his waist. Matching purple gloves and boots, along with yet another derby hat in that same purple completed his outfit.
"Oh, we're real, Stevie Boy, we're real, all right," Mr. Mxyzptlk said with a laugh in his voice, "and we're gonna have a lot of fun with you. This time, we don't have to worry about Supes or Batgoof, as they don't exist on this world."
"Hey, Pickles, watch how you talk about Batman. You call him a goof again, and I'm outta here," Batmite pouted.
"Yeah, okay, sorry about that, shorty," the derby wearing imp said to his partner. "Anyway, Stevie Boy, we've done our homework this time, and no, there are no so called, 'Superheroes' on this world. We've also taken the precaution of wiping out all references as to how to send us back to our own dimensions from peoples' minds, and from all written works as well. We'll leave this world only when WE want to, and that's gonna be a long, long time in the future."
Batmite simply added, "Yeah."
Mxy continued, "Since we don't have any of the super stupes to have fun with in this world, we needed to create our own, and that's where you're gonna come in. We've been watching you for a long time, and we like all the costumes you've worn and have accumulated in your closet. Some could be improved, but we'll take care of that later. The Mite and I have made some magical changes to your already large collection of costumes, and I think you're gonna enjoy the changes. Once you are dressed in the outfit of the day, you're going to find that your body and mind will conform to whatever you're wearing, whoever you are dressed as, and will act accordingly. To increase the fun and games, we're gonna join ya. We're gonna change into the person that opposes you in your costumed identity."
"Yeah, only this time, we're not gonna chase you or harm you, well maybe just a little, it'll depend on the situation," Batmite added. "We've found that most of your costumes are for female superheroes or villainesses, and Pickles and I want to see how you'll react to actually BEING say, Catwoman or Wonder Woman."
"Now, me proud, soon to be beauty," Mxyzptlk said while twirling an imaginary mustache, "to be fair about this and give you a choice in the matter, since we couldn't decide between us, you get to pick the first costume, and your first lover. Who will it be, eh?"
He snapped his fingers, and Steve found he could move his mouth to talk. He only had to think for a minute. If he was forced to play their game, then he would go for the one that was only misunderstood, and not one that looked to cause trouble. He pictured his all black Catwoman costume in his mind as he said, "I pick Catwoman and Batmite."
"Yippee!!!!" yelled the little squirt, grinning wide.
Mr. Mxyzptlk merely said, "So be it!" and popped out of existence. As soon as he did, Steve felt sensation return to his whole body, and what sensations it was he...SHE was feeling.
Black, slightly curly hair tumbled down around her shoulders and down her back. Steve's body shrank to a slightly smaller size, and its measurements changed considerably. She now sported an impossibly perfect 38DD chest, a twenty-inch waist, and thirty-eight-inch hips. All traces of dirt and sweat had disappeared, leaving her smelling
perfectly clean and feminine. She also noted that while Steve's glasses were no longer in front of her eyes, she could see very clearly, possibly even better than he was used to with the glasses or contacts. She found that she wasn't wearing a bra or panties, but her exquisite form was covered in a body hugging catsuit of purple lycra that did little to hide what was underneath. Her nipples stood out proudly, and it was obvious that it was because of her arousal for the man that had materialized in the room with her.
As her costume finished forming by encasing her now tiny feet in four-inch stiletto heeled boots, Steve...or was it Selina now, saw the man of her dreams, Batman, standing not three feet in front of her. She thought it fascinating that these two had put her in the purrrfect purple costume of the 90's comics Catwoman, instead of the makeshift black version in the closet. She heard herself purrr as her mind started to match her new body, while still allowing Steve to experience it, and she knew she needed to finally do something about the long time attraction to her old foe. She reached for the whip coiled in her boot top, and grabbed it before he could react. She flicked it at him and trapped his arms to his body, then pulled him close.
"Well, well, Batman, as I live and breath," she purred in her soft soprano voice, "we're finally alone, and I have you where I want you. I could kill you if I wanted, but then, you know I couldn't do that, don't you? Maybe some torture? No, I couldn't do that either, although some B and D might be pleasant." Catwoman smiled, and licked her perfect lips. "Tell me, what should I do with you, hmmmm?"
Batman, the former Batmite, got into his role with relish. "Well, Selina, I've always found you to be beauty and grace personified. If only you weren't always trying to steal, we could be good together. Give up your life of crime and free my arms, and I'll show you what we could do."
Catwoman had no intention of giving up crime, but she coyly told him she would and freed his arms, because she wanted this man to make love to her in the worst way. The minute the whip was gone from his arms, Batman pulled her to his body and looked down in her eyes, and then he...sat down and pulled her across his lap.
WHACK! WHACK!! WHACK!!!! His hand came down on Catwoman's heart shaped ass, WHACK!!! WHACK!!!! WHACK!!!! Her poor ass was starting to burn from his hard slaps, and tears were starting to run from her masked eyes. She heard him say, "You wanted a little B and D, didn't you? How's this for a start?"
He seemed to be enjoying himself, and despite her tears, Catwoman found she was as well. She also felt something else, something she'd wanted a long, long time. She felt a hard cock growing under her torso. She was getting so wet that she knew she would have to have this prick inside her before long, or she would go insane. Catwoman said, "Oww... Stop...please, stop...oww...owwww. Please, please let me show you I'll be a good girl."
He stopped with his hand still raised above her purple encased red butt and said, "Oh, and how are you going to do that?"
"I'll show you," Catwoman said, and rolled off his lap to kneel between his legs. She ran her long claws over the bulge in his shorts, and undid that infamous utility belt he wore around his waist. She made him rise up, and pulled down those tight shorts and gasped at what had been hidden beneath. His body had always been male perfection, but the cock that sprang forth from between his legs was epic in its proportions. It had to be ten inches long and two inches in diameter. The kitty was like a girl that had been given her first lollipop. She kissed the pink tip that stared her in the eye, and ran her tongue up and down and around that stick of candy.
Selina was afraid she'd never be able to take that monster down her throat, but had to try. She slowly slid her mouth down over the tip, down over the shaft. Her mouth seemed stretched to its limits. Still, she took that rod into her mouth and then realized it was all the way in as her lips brushed the curly hairs of his crotch. She started to move her tongue around as she started to slide up and down on this piece of man-meat. Up and down, up and down. Her gloved hand was cupping his huge balls, and her claws were tracing circles on the sack while she sucked and licked, licked and sucked. She heard him moan and swear, and felt his hands on her head, pulling her down on his cock. She was doing her best to draw the sweet cream from his body, but he seemed to be holding back.
The more Catwoman sucked, the more he moaned, and finally, after about ten minutes of holding back, he came...and came...and came!!! The cream that shot down her throat was so thick and rich. Steve had never tasted cum before, but as Selina it seemed so natural. After this, she was going to make it a point to have a drink of it daily. It was only slightly salty, but she couldn't get enough of it. She didn't know where he got it all, but it seemed like she had drank over a gallon of it before he started to relax in her mouth. When she felt him start to deflate Selina started to lick his dick clean. Dick? She wondered what Robin, the boy wonder, would taste like. Maybe she could find out later.
After Catwoman had cleaned her new lover off, she leaned back on her legs and looked up at his pleasure filled face. She started licking the few remaining drops from her pouty lips, and while she was doing that, he pulled her up and into his lap.
He kissed Selina's ruby lips, unmindful of his own cum, and started to caress her tits through the fabric of her suit. Before she knew it, he had peeled her suit down to her waist, and Selina's double D's were exposed to the cool air. She didn't know what felt better, the air or his fingers; definitely his fingers, as they tweaked her nipples and made her hornier than she already was. She kissed him, and kissed him again, their tongues meeting in each other's mouths and dancing a tango. She felt the hardness of his prick again, and then felt...the bed beneath them. For the first time since they had changed, he had used some of his magic.
Catwoman didn't know if part of the spell that had been cast required her to always wear part of the costume or not, but found that she was naked except for her thigh high stiletto heeled boots. Maybe this Batman just had a shoe fetish; Selina just didn't care. She felt his hands all over her body as she lay beneath him, and did they ever feel good. He knew just what nerves to touch, what pleasure zones a girl wanted her lover to explore. She also felt his tongue. That was an exquisite feeling. To have a tongue flicking across her clit...
Selina knew this must be a familiar feeling, but somehow it felt so new and incredible...to Steve. She couldn't describe it to you; you'd have to feel it for yourself. His tongue rivaled Gene Simmons', in that it was so long she could feel it penetrate her very being. He was repaying her for the head she had given him by licking and sucking on her wet pussy, and Catwoman thought she'd died and gone to heaven, again, until she felt his...DICK!!!
She knew already how hard that rod of his was, but never for a minute thought it would feel just like that, a rod, as it slid into her moist cunt. It lifted Catwoman off the bed as it slid home, and then she settled back on the bed as he found his stride. He was gentle at first, but then he started to pound a little harder and faster, faster and harder. Her body set up a matching tempo, and he fucked her and fucked her well. Selina heard her little voice yelling, "YESSSS...OH, YESSS...WHY COULDN'T YOU HAVE FUCKED ME BEFORE!!! WHY...YESSSSSS... OHHHHHHHHHH...YESSSSSSSSSSS...RAM IT HOME, YOU FUCKING STUD...DO ME!!! DO ME...DO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"
Catwoman had her first orgasm of the night right then and there, but it wasn't the last. Batman proved just how much stamina he had by fucking and fucking and fucking her over and over and over all night long. They did it in so many ways, but two of the best were when they did it Kitty Style (that's one of Selina's own inventions, and she'll keep it secret, thank you) and when they did it Bat Style. If you've never done it hanging upside down with the blood rushing to your head, well, let's just say it was a 'rush'.
As Catwoman finally lay next to her lover, Steve realized this might not be as bad as she thought it would be. Sure, she was in the control of two of the most inventive, manipulative and magical beings in creation, but she had fun with Batman/Batmite, and started to wonder what it would be like with her next partner, Mr. Mxyzptlk. Well, time enough for that tomorrow; she still had some time with Batman. She kissed his male nipples and straddled his prick. She lowered herself on his stalk, and leaned over his chest and kissed his lips. Her tits lay across his chest and pressed tight against him. His tongue played inside her mouth again, and then they made love one more time. What's next, Selina thought, as she sat back and started to ride her lover, like a cowgirl on a bucking bronc.
Chapter Two - Mxyzptlk has his fun
Steve Zink had spent the night in the body of Catwoman, making mad and passionate love to Batmite in the body of Batman. She rode the last orgasm into a sound sleep, her head resting on the man that had given her multiple orgasms and who'd made her think that this wasn't going to be as bad as he'd thought.
The heat from the sun was what woke the sleeping beauty from a deep sleep, and she wondered how that could be since the sun had never beat down on her...well, him while he lay in bed. She opened her eyes to see that she was no longer in her bed, nor was she in Steve's bedroom, let alone his house. She was in a jungle, and she was no longer Selina Kyle, Catwoman. Now she was wearing very familiar star bedecked hot pants, red boots, and a low cut, eagle emblazoned golden top. However, just as the purple Catwoman costume had been a for real improvement over the make-do black costume Steve had, the costume she now found herself in made the one in Steve's closet look like the cheap Halloween version it was. If the comics version's costume could become real, it seemed to have done just that, and was adorning the heroine that Steve had now become, Wonder Woman. She even found the golden lasso of the Amazon Princess that she now was clipped to her belt, hanging over her right hip.
After she had noted the change of costume, she took in the other changes. She was now considerably taller than Catwoman had been, but she still had the same color hair. She had to admit that her body was even more voluptuous than Selina Kyle's had been. Where Selina's body had been gorgeous for a human, Diana's (hers) was the body of a Grecian Goddess. Her tits were at least a 40DD, and her waist was almost tiny at nineteen inches. Her hips vied with her boobs for men's attention, as she could twitch them and put all sorts of lewd ideas in their minds. Also, since she did have such a fantastic body with which to display this fantastic figure baring costume, Diana was glad she hadn't been put into Steve's favorite blue dive suit costume.
Once she realized who she was now, and where she was, another thought popped into her head...Mxyzptlk!!! It had to be his turn now, but why Wonder Woman? She would have thought that Superman or Supergirl would have been his target, why Wonder Woman? As if to answer that unspoken question, a loud pop was heard and the fifth dimensional imp appeared.
"Well, well, well, my dear Stevie boy, don't you look simply delecious. Oh, I'm sorry, should I address you as Wonder Woman, Princess Diana, or simply Diana? I'll bet you're wondering what I have planned for you, aren't you my dear?" the infernal sprite asked.
"Now that you mention it, yes, I was wondering why me and not say, Superman," the tall Amazon said, while reaching for the magic lasso.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk," the imp said, shaking his head, "the lasso won't work on me, m'dear. Magic cancels magic, didn't you know that? I, however can work the magic of the lasso if I so choose, and I will if you don't behave until I explain the game."
Diana let her hand fall from her waist, and listened as the floating pain-in-the-ass started laughing at her.
"Very good, princess. You learn quick. I was watching all the fun you were having with Shorty last night. You really got into your new role, and he got into you, too. Many, many times, in fact. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Since it is my turn now, I wanted to do something completely different and that's why you're Diana now, instead of Supergoof. Oh, you'll get your turn as him, or should I say, her, but for now the idea is a different kind of play. Can you guess what I've got planned, or would you like a hint?"
The Amazon Princess, that was formerly Steve Zink, stood there puzzled at what she had just been told, although a glimmer of a thought was nagging at her mind. Mxyzptlk saw the puzzlement, and plastered a big grin on his face.
"I see that you still don't realize just what the plan is, so maybe a hint will help you," he said, as his form started to change.
The form shimmering in the air was taking the shape of a stacked blonde in a costume, a cheetah costume. As the image solidified, Diana recognized the new person floating in the air as her old enemy, Priscilla Rich, the Cheetah. There was, however, a major difference in this Cheetah. Diana could see that what she thought was a costume was in reality the fur covered, tail twitching body of the more recent Cheetah, Barbara Minerva. Mxy had done a mix of the two, adapting Priscilla's body to Barbara's morphed form. Her nipples stood out proudly on her tits, and her tail was sliding between the lips of her new pussy.
"You like, Wonder Woman?" The sultry soprano voice came out almost as a purr from the changed pest. "I thought maybe a little girl on girl action might be more of a change. I did say something completely different, didn't I? Well, what could be more different than this? Besides, I saw your little reference to B+D yesterday. I know that Shorty didn't make you say that, so I thought you might be acting out some of your own fantasies. Besides, I know that all men wonder what it would be like to have lesbian sex. Well, now you'll get the chance. Isn't that lovely?" she asked with a smirk.
"There are some rules to my game, however," the blonde said to the raven tressed beauty. "I could just make you lay down and have sex, but where is the fun in that? No, I'm going to stalk you like the Cheetah I've become, and when I find you, then I'll attack you. I do so enjoy catfights, don't you? Once I've proved I'm the better 'woman', then you'll lick my pussy and maybe, just maybe, I'll return the favor. I'm not going to cheat and eat, and to make it more even and give you a sporting chance, I'll only use the powers and strength of this body and what's available in the immediate vicinity. I promise, I won't use any of my magic, and I'll give you a head start to get away or do whatever else you want to do. Your time starts, now!!!" The figure dropped to the ground and sprinted for the trees and was gone.
Diana had been trained to be the best of the best, but Steve had not. Fortunately, it was the skills of Diana that had been incorporated into the magic that had transformed Steve that took over. As he had the night before, Steve let the personna of the Amazon become the primary one in her new body, to take the most advantage of it. She reached out with all her senses to see if she could hear or see or smell where her enemy had gone, but found nothing. She started to track Cheetah through the trees, but the going was tough and very noisy.
Even though the imp had told her that the magic of her lasso wouldn't work on him/her, she knew that if he actually lived up to his word, that she could at least bind him/her with it, and so her hand never strayed far from her shapely waist.
For almost two hours the Amazon beauty tracked through the jungle, but found nothing. Finally, she spotted a small spring and stopped for a drink. When she bent down to cup some water in her hand... The small and lithe body of the huntress known as Cheetah fell on Diana's back. The tail of the Cheetah coiled around the magic lasso and ripped it from the waist of Wonder Woman, then tossed it into the trees. Her claws started to rip at Wonder Woman's costume.
Diana used her strength to toss her foe from her back, but as she did so, the top of her costume went with it. The more feral Priscilla snarled and licked her lips at the sight of the twin mounds of flesh that hung so enticingly in front of her. Her nipples were standing out at least an inch, and Diana found that her nipples were also getting hard.
Cheetah sprang again, and forced Diana to the ground. As they fell to the dirt, Priscilla pressed her lips against the fallen Amazon and kissed her hard. While she was doing this, her tail made its way into the top of Diana's shorts and, using the considerable power in that tail, yanked them from her body. Diana opened her mouth to say something, but never got the chance as Prissy had been waiting for that moment and pushed her tongue into Di's mouth. Their tongues were jousting with each other when Di felt another surprise.
When Priscilla realized she had the upper hand and that Diana was starting to enjoy what was happening, she decided on another bit of fun. The tail of Cheetah was good for many things, and now was as good a time as any to show Diana just what it could do. As they kissed and played tongue tag, Prissy stroked Diana's nether lips with that tail. As she retracted her claws, she began to stroke the 40DD mounds beneath her, and then she took the opportunity to fuck the Amazon. Yes, fuck she did, as her tail entered the soft, wet cavern between the Amazon's legs. She started slowly at first, but then she started to push in a little faster, a little further. The feeling that Diana was experiencing was just the same feeling she had gotten when she was Catwoman, and Batman had plunged his cock into her tight slit. She moaned and groaned and bucked her hips to meet each stroke. It was hard to believe that this woman was giving her the same pleasure that she had received from a man such a short time before.
Mxy as Cheetah kept fucking for over an hour, and gave Diana multiple orgasms, but she wanted more from this former man and she had already told her captive what it was she wanted. She kissed her prisoner's tits and worked her way down her body, licking and kissing until she came to another pair of lips. She kissed those lips as she had the others, and slid her tongue into another wet and waiting space. This time there was no tongue to push back, but there was something upon which to nibble.
Finding the clit with her tongue, Prissy lapped at it and then she started sucking and gently nibbling at it. Mxy had played the role of a female before, but this was the first time he'd decided to fully enjoy all the aspects that came with that. As Cheetah, he was now a temptress who could use her feminine whiles to bring about massive changes in the ex-man with whom she was toying. Shudders ran through the body beneath her, and she knew that she finally had the Amazon fully within her power, so she stopped what she was doing and waited.
The Amazon from the all female Paradise Island now fully realized the strength of her lesbian yearnings, thanks to the way Mxy as Cheetah had manipulated her. It didn't take but a second for the Amazon Princess to force her enemy onto her back, but instead of pinning her to the ground as a prisoner, she reversed herself until they were lying in the classic 69 position. Diana's wet cunt was directly over Cheetah's mouth, and dripping juice. Cheetah's pussy lay exposed and waiting for her rival's hot tongue to enter. Their tits crushed against one another as they each started to lick and suck and eat from each other's garden of delight.
Diana had eaten pussy before, when she had been Steve, but it had never tasted this good, nor had it been enjoyable for him. Now, the taste was like the ambrosia of the gods, and she felt the electricity through her body like she had never felt before. In less than two days she had experienced sex as a woman with a man and another woman, and as Tiresias had found out, long ago, sex could be fantastic as either a man or a woman. But she now knew that as a woman, she could satisfy another woman and be satisfied best by another member of her far superior sex. Mxy had played her right into the trap he'd...SHE'D been waiting to spring.
They made love for the rest of the day, and in many ways. Diana found that Prissy enjoyed having something slide in and out of her pussy, just as much as she did. Mxyzptlk had said the magic lasso would have no effect on him, but it did have an effect on Prissy. Every time it slid into her pussy she screamed for joy, and the rivalry between the two continued as they fought to see who could have the most orgasms. Nothing at all of Wonder Woman's costume remained on her body, for even her tiara, magic bracelets and boots had been discarded during their romps.
As they finally stopped for a breath, Cheetah stood and motioned for her companion to do likewise. Diana noticed that Cheetah was holding her magic lasso, but she had to wonder what need the changed Mxy could have of it, with all the awesome power she had available to her. She was about to find out.
"I think you won the orgasm contest, Diana, or should I say Stevie boy. Not that I can say you weren't trying hard enough to bring me to orgasm after orgasm. You human females really do have some great things going for you in the pleasure department. And that's where all this has been leading, you incredible slut. I presume you've noticed that I am in the body of your favorite Cheetah, Priscilla Rich, but not in her costume since I've got Barbara Minerva's natural fur." Diana nodded, wondering where this was going. "You have Priscilla's costume in your closet at home...oops, excuse me, I just noticed, it's not there now."
Diana cocked her head in puzzlement, then suddenly felt her entire body being encapsulated in form fitting spandex and her heels rising a good ways up. At first she thought it was her blue dive suit, then she caught sight of the golden color and black spots with which it was marked. "Yes, that's right, you cunt craving female dynamo, you're no longer the pristine heroine, Wonder Woman," the fur bedecked alternate of herself told her as the golden lasso was draped over her shoulders. "The name of who you are under that cowl is unimportant, since while you are Diana Prince you will be no more than a whore who takes only women for partners. In costume, as you are now, you are Cheetah, the villainess who has but one goal - to bring feminine joy to unwary women who will be transformed into similarly inclined super whores. Have fun, my dear!"
With that, the new Cheetah blinked out of sight, the lasso hanging limp in the old Cheetah's hand. As soon as she was gone, Batmite popped into view. "Mxy, that is taking this a bit too far, don't you think?"
"Nope, Shorty," the imp replied as he once again took on his original form. "I want to see Stevie boy really live out some of those scenarios of which he's so fondly written. Just be glad I didn't send HER into the DC comics world to spread her charm among all those available heroines. Let her live her fantasy life for a bit, then you can have her back, good as new if you like."
Batmite shook his head, then opened a portal to watch Cheetah bringing her gift to a good looking female in some city that looked a lot like New York, or was it Washington, DC? He was going to have his work cut out for him to unndo what Mxy's magic started. Then he giggled. Who said anybody other than Cheetah herself would have to be brought back to normal? The lesbian skills with which she was empowering women would be good to keep in effect.
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Side note: it would be wondered very soon why First Lady Laura Bush suddenly started acting more like her predecessor, Hillary Clinton. She seemed to become a lot more head strong, with tendencies to keep the President under her thumb and doing her will. Many a night in the days that followed, one side of the Presidential bed was empty. It seemed there was a new costumed villainess spreading feminine joy and bringing untold pain into the lives of men in the Nation's Capital.
So much for Batmite figuring that Steve having fun could be no problem...