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New Utopia: The Womanizer, part 1

Aaron approached the enormous skyscraper with just a twinge of anxiety. The people of New Utopia usually just called it Hero Tower, as it was where all the city’s superheroes operated from. Well, most. There were, of course, the ones who preferred to operate alone, like The Spider, who liked hiding in the shadows and trapping evil-doers in her webs, and some other odd ones out like Man-Bat, who couldn't see very well in daylight when most heroes were active.

Sometimes, Aaron wondered how New Utopia had ended up like this. Well, in a philosophical sense. There had been that chemical spill years ago – now almost all cleaned up – that gave hundreds of people superpowers. Inheritable superpowers. Some had chosen to use them for good, like everyone in “Hero Tower”, and, naturally, some had immediately gone on to rob banks, kidnap presidents, or much worse.

Others were in more of a gray area, operating neither out of altruism nor a desire to do evil, but rather, simply doing whatever they wanted to. One could call it selfish, but it was difficult to classify a superpowered person like Donut Maker, who used his powers of transforming matter exclusively to turn food into donuts. He gave them to those living in poverty, yes, but one could argue that donuts were far less nutritious than whatever those food items had been before he got his fingers on them. That, and he didn't always get his food-turned-donuts through lawful means. Generally, the heroes stopped him every time he got out of hand.

And then there were the real wild cards. People who used their powers purely for their own kinks. They were either all villains, or at least leaned more villainous than heroic, and there were a lot of them. There were several that liked to modify non-powered people into what they thought was a more ideal form, or just whatever got them off. Thanks to them, some ten percent of New Utopia’s population were a different gender or species than they had been born as. About twenty percent had been modified to a lesser extent. Bigger breasts, bigger cocks. Or the opposite, given that they all had their own opinions on what constituted the most attractive body.

Aaron tried not to think about them too much, but soon enough, he'd have to. Today was his first day on the job, and he'd have to start actually confronting all those less-than-desirable aspects of society. He was anxious, but he was also pumped. He stopped just outside the building and flicked his fingers to let an energy-constructed hand pull the door open for him. The wolf had spent so long honing his powers of projecting energy into hard, physical shapes – honing his powers – and now, he finally felt ready.

His moniker as a superhero was Enforcer. It was a suitable enough name, he thought, given that he effectively worked with energy that he shaped into whatever he needed through sheer willpower. He could make shields, he could make weapons, he could make anything, just about, as long as it didn’t need to be permanent. Thanks to those powers, he had been quickly accepted into training, and now he was ready to get his first assignment.

He stepped inside.

“Oh hey, wolf guy,” the deer receptionist greeted him. “The… Enforcer, right? Sorry, still getting used to all these names, I’m kinda new here!”

“I usually just go by Enforcer,” Aaron replied, smiling in response. He tried his hardest to not stare at the deer’s chest. She had something like double, if not triple-Ds that seemed to jiggle with each motion, as if she wasn’t wearing a bra. But he was a hero, and heroes weren’t supposed to think about those kinds of things.

“Oh, right, I’m sorry! I know a lot of you hero types get really bothered if we get the names wrong so I-” she apologized, accidentally knocking her cup of coffee off the desk.

Aaron reacted immediately, a small, localized forcefield in the shape of a basket catching the cup and all the spilling coffee. It then turned into a sieve, draining the spillage into the trash can by the deer’s desk, and then into a hand, placing the cup back on her desk.

“Oh wow, thanks for that! You’re going to go really far here,” the deer exclaimed, jumping up with another bounce of her breasts, her eyes wide. “So, what’s that, energy constructions and super reflexes?”

“A-and heightened perception!” Aaron beamed, quickly peeling his eyes off that bouncing again. It was threatening to make his tight uniform bulge, and if it did, it’d be incredibly awkward and obvious. “It’s really no problem at all!”

Mild arousal aside, he’d get used to being a hero quickly, soaking in the gratitude of everyone he helped. With that, he mentioned that he had a meeting with Mother, the team leader. The name referred to her organizing everything rather than any kind of particularly maternal traits. She was actually more of a tomboy, but with great skill in tactics and strategy, to the level that teams she organized often won against impossible odds.

Not that she didn’t make mistakes too. Everyone did. Her strategies were always valid, but her assumptions weren’t necessarily so. Still, she was smart enough that she had unanimously been voted the leader, and after she started – some ten years ago or so – the heroes hadn’t lost many fights. Not even against those damned aliens.

“Right! Exactly, that’s you. I’m seeing the appointment here. Hit the elevator and it’ll scan your biometrics and take you straight to her office at the top!” the deer told him.

Well, there’s no time like the present. Wasn’t that how the saying went? Aaron entered the elevator, and let out a sigh of relief, having managed to not get hard in his uniform. If there was one thing he’d never understandd it was why these things had to be so revealing. As the doors closed behind him, the building’s rather advanced artificial intelligence spoke to him.

“New… individual, detected. Superpowers logged. Energy manipulation. Expected identity based on traits and appointments: Enforcer. Please hold still for confirmation scan,” the voice told him, and he didn’t move. There was a soft whirring, and the wolf felt nothing, noticing no differences in the mirror that showed his handsome, muscular lupine self.

“Identity confirmed. You have an appointment with Mother. The elevator will now take you there. Please brace yourself.”

Brace himself? Aaron grabbed the railing, and just as he did, the elevator shot up so fast that he almost fell to his knees. It sped upwards at a speed that he had never experienced in any direction, and through the windows, the massive city of New Utopia was reduced to tiny, distant miniatures. It didn’t slow down until he was starting to worry that it might shoot right through the ceiling, and even then, the stop was abrupt.

The doors opened and he found himself face to face with Mother – a vixen, currently in her form-fitting two-tone uniform – in a lavishly decorated office, along with a few heroes that he recognized from his childhood. There was Strongman, the bear that was strong beyond belief. The Charmer, a skunk with an uncanny ability to change people’s minds. Beside her was Captain Utopia, a doe who was uniquely specialized in combat, both strong and fast with perfect knowledge of every known – and some known only to her – martial arts. Finally, there was The Muse; an otter with absolutely no powers of her own, except that under mortal threat, a secondary being would manifest; a creature that was probably immortal and capable of violence beyond the pale. Diplomacy or escape were the only options with her.

They all looked at him expectantly, and suddenly Aaron felt very small in comparison to these living legends.

“Ah, Enforcer. Good to finally meet you. I’d offer coffee or some pleasant words, but it seems we have another villain on the loose,” Mother spoke. “The Womanizer. Have you heard of him?”

“Um, only briefly, ma’am,” Aaron replied. “I believe he wants everyone to have larger tits?”

Not just that, he also wants them dumb, horny, and pregnant, too." Captain Utopia added, with a grim expression. "Uses some kind of beam for physical and mental changes, and his body for the last part. Effects of the beam are temporary the first time, lasting about a week, and permanent if it happens again. He calls it making people into proper women, using some idiotic definition straight from the fifties.”

Well, that would certainly explain one of the more recent demographic changes of massively large-breasted women. He had been wondering why the receptionist deer was so stacked. Could be natural, or maybe she was one of his victims, and if so, she certainly wasn’t the only one. As much as it pained Aaron to admit, it was hard to keep his eyes off breasts like that.

“That's how his primary weapon functions, as far as we know. Physically transforming a woman's breasts to be larger, while also dumbing them down and increasing their sex drive," Mother clarified. "Since it takes two shots from the beam to become permanent, it seems the effects are cumulative, but still, be careful and don't let anyone get hit. You’ll be taking him down before he can transform any more innocent civilians.”

“You- me and who? Surely I’m not going solo my first time?” Aaron asked, immediately hesitating.

“You’ll be alone,” Mother replied. “Strongman is going to be busy elsewhere, and the rest of us are susceptible to his weapons.”

“With that, she means that the beams only work on women, and everyone here today except for you and Strongman are women,” Captain Utopia pointed out. Her expression was unreadable beneath her stern-looking mask. “At least, we’re fairly sure of that, given his sexist attitude and history of targeting only women.”

Aaron hadn’t been expecting this many unknowns on his very first day on the job. Still, Mother was almost never wrong, and even if he got hit once, the effects would be temporary, wouldn’t they? That’s what Mother had told him.

“What if it does affect me?” he asked.

“We have state-of-the-art healthcare and restoration services for all heroes,” Mother replied. “Too expensive and too dangerous to offer to average civilians, but for us, we can restore almost any changes caused. Be sure to report them if anything does happen.”

Right. Obviously. Some of those procedures probably required superpowers to avoid tearing someone’s body apart in the process. Well, what was the worst that could happen, anyway?

“Got it,” the wolf replied. “Anything else?”

“Don’t kill him, ideally. We’re not in the business of killing. That said, if he threatens civilians with something worse than his ray gun, it’s not off the table. But only if it’d save another life,” the vixen explained. She had a kind of faraway look in her eyes, as if she was thinking of a thousand things at once and only barely present in the moment. That was what superintelligence did to a person, Aaron supposed, and Mother was the most intelligent person anyone knew.

Briefly, Aaron wondered what The Womanizer’s ray would do to her, but immediately banished those thoughts. After today, that guy wouldn’t be a problem anyway.

“Get to it, then. Go catch the lad,” Strongman said, the first time he had spoken at all. The Muse remained perfectly quiet the whole time. “I’ve got some other people to slap some sense into.”

“Indeed. No time like the present. Mother's been tracking him in the downtown area. I'd recommend hurrying there,” Captain Utopia added, and with that, Aaron was dismissed. He stepped back into the elevator, and as the doors closed, the AI gave him the briefest warning to grab the railing. He did, and the elevator fell. It was like being on the tallest rollercoaster, with the wolf feeling completely weightless as the elevator rapidly returned to ground level.

He made his way out of the building after that dizzying ride at almost terminal velocity. Finding his target would likely not be difficult, he thought, as he stumbled outside. Not if he was active right now. As Mother’s intelligence report had suggested, he headed downtown, mentally readying himself for a fight with each step.

Aaron didn’t have to search for very long. In just a few minutes, he could hear some commotion a few streets over. Immediately, the wolf manifested a massive parabolic antenna to amplify all incoming sounds. Panicked, fragmented voices came through.

“-what the hell, my tits-”

“Get away from him! He’s one of those villains!”

“-not permanent, is it?”

Right. That was absolutely The Womanizer’s work. Dissolving his listening-construct, Enforcer – he thought of himself by that name now that work had begun – broke into a jog, wishing he’d have super-speed like so many of the other heroes, but that was one feat that his powers couldn’t simulate. Halfway there, he manifested a skateboard to roll down the last hill towards a crowd of people who were currently scattering every which way.

And there he was, in the middle of the crowd. The Womanizer. A horse dressed in an expensive looking but old-fashioned suit with a black mask to hide most of his features. Before Enforcer was close enough to interfere, he saw him take aim with a strange-looking device – something like a ray gun from an old pulpy sci-fi movie, Enforcer thought – and blast a nearby squirrel with it.

Immediately, the squirrel’s chest ballooned as her breasts swelled out, until they were big enough that her shirt tore. She let out an embarrassed squeak as her tits spilled out, immediately trying to cover them with her hands and failing. Enforcer allowed himself only the slightest glance before turning his attention to The Womanizer. He couldn’t afford to be distracted.

“Stop right there! We can’t have you doing this to people!” he called out, wishing he had thought of something cleverer to say as he manifested a riot shield in one hand and a hammer in the other.

“And why not, newbie?” The Womanizer laughed. “I’m only making things right. What good are women if they’re not feminine and pretty enough to look at? They were born to please men and that’s what they want deep inside, I’m just helping them realize that obvious fact.”

Enforcer could already tell he wasn’t going to like this one. Not only was he misogynistic, but he was also arrogant. All because he happened to invent a particular weapon.

“They’re not your toys,” he shouted. “Find volunteers if you want to run experiments!”

“Fine, I can do that. Looks like you just volunteered,” the horse remarked snidely, and before Enforcer could react, the weapon was aimed at him. It buzzed with energy, a purplish-pink glow surrounding several rings around the barrel. “Experiment one: What does the feminizing beam do to a male? I think you’d look much better with a pair of tits and a cunt to show off.”

Not wanting to participate in The Womanizer’s twisted experiments, Enforcer immediately jumped to the side, narrowly dodging a pink blast of energy. Well, narrowly in a very academic sense; he knew exactly where the beam would be given where the villain was aiming.

“Nice. Now let’s see if you can do that a dozen times in a second,” The Womanizer laughed, twisting a dial on the gun. It whirred. Automatic mode? Enforcer couldn’t risk that.

He manifested more mass into his hammer, and then threw it at the villain. The faintly glowing construct shot at him at a terrifying velocity, but seeing it coming, he managed to dodge by simply stepping aside.

“Hah. Not even good at your job. Let’s hope you turn into a sexy woman, at least,” he gloated. And then Enforcer snapped his fingers, instantly reversing the velocity of the hammer. The hammer flipped instantly, sailing back through the air. Not expecting that maneuver, the construct caught him off-guard and clocked him in the back of his skull with a rather visceral thud.

“Gnh- fuck!” he exclaimed, falling onto his knees. But as he fell, his finger reflexively pulled on the trigger of his strange weapon again, firing off several beams, and this time, Enforcer saw it too late to jump away from the wide, twitchy, erratic spread. He raised his shield; that was why he had manifested it, after all.

And the beam went straight through – the shield more than capable of protecting against physical projectiles but evidently not energy – striking him flat in the chest. There was no visible impact, but there was a jolt that made him fall to his knees, his thoughts scrambled for a moment. Yet, The Womanizer was equally incapacitated, clutching at his head as he barely managed to get up.

“S-stop!” Enforcer yelled, unable to find the right muscles to go after him.

“We’ll c-call it a draw, hero,” the horse snarled in response, limping and stumbling away, no doubt intending to blend in with the crowd the moment he was out of sight. “This time!”

By the time Enforcer was back on his feet, the horse was nowhere to be seen. He didn’t immediately feel any different, which he assumed meant that the beam indeed didn’t work on males. Yet, he had half failed at his very first assignment of capturing the villain, and he had to call it in with a heavy heart.

“-yeah, got away. Zapped me, I don’t think anything changed. Turns out my shield isn’t the right frequency to interfere with his beams. I got his head with an energy hammer, though, so he might be out for a week too,” he explained, his speech pressured as he tried to shift blame away from himself and to unknown details, which was at least half true. “Seems to have some kind of enhanced durability too given that he still got away.”

“Mm. Not optimal. Still, sufficient. We’ll send you after him again the moment he resurfaces. Not to worry. You’re not the only hero whose nerves got the better of him the first time,” came Mother’s voice in response through his earpiece. “We’ll make a note on his enhanced durability. For now, go home and make sure there are no lasting effects from that weapon of his. Feel free to come in to get professionally checked out if you notice anything at all.”

Fuck, Aaron thought, slipping out of his Enforcer person, too, was away from the site of battle. Nobody needed immediate help, thankfully; The Womanizer never hurt his targets, only changed them, and he wasn’t capable of offering the kind of therapy and restorative transformation needed to assist. Still, they could all get what – if anything – they needed at Hero Tower.

He felt bitter, though. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go down. He was meant to return triumphantly with the villain in handcuffs!

Things quickly went from bad to worse as he shuffled his way home. The dizziness was quickly dispelled by the cool air, and its absence gave way to the realization of another absence. An emptiness, between his legs.

Oh no.

The more he thought about it, the more he could feel the empty space where he had previously had a very obvious bulge in the spandex. Normally, he’d have taken it off before heading home, but right now, he was rushing. With every moment, it got more pressing, and soon, Aaron was rushing home, fighting the urge to grope himself in public to figure out what was happening.

It’s only temporary. Whatever it is, it’s only temporary. Don’t panic. Don’t you fucking dare panic, you’re a hero, heroes don’t panic.

Aaron got home – a modest little apartment – and slammed the door shut behind himself, already pulling off his uniform before it had even fully closed. In front of a mirror, he discovered the truth; his cock was gone, replaced by a rather feminine, characteristically canine-looking spade. Immediately, he looked away, focusing on his breathing to fight off the creeping panic.

It’s temporary. All you have to do is last a week without getting zapped again. Come on, you’re Enforcer, super-reflexes and shielding. It’s not a problem. Deep breaths.

He tried, desperately, to convince himself of it. All the training he’d had told him to confront his problems head-on, and so he slowly – very slowly – dared to look down again and more closely inspect his new, appropriately lupine pussy.

It looked just like any woman’s would. A little damp, some amount of anxiety somehow shifting into unwanted arousal. With his hands shaking, Aaron reached down to touch it, and he shivered at the sensation. It was sensitive, and his cold fingers made it worse. It felt soft and moist, yielding to his touch.

They could never know about this embarrassment. Yes, Mother had told him to report anything that happened, but this? No, this he had to keep secret. They couldn’t be allowed to know that he was weak, that he had not only failed to catch the villain but that his weapon had actually affected him. He’d get kicked out of the tower! Everyone would laugh at him.

He took another deep breath, looking at his reflection in the mirror and that tempting yet forbidden new hole between his legs. A warm sensation washed over him; a tingly fuzziness that he didn’t immediately recognize.

Another thought popped into his head, unbidden. When he normally got too nervous, he’d always masturbate to take his mind off it, to get some clarity for a while. He could do that, he reasoned. It’d undoubtedly feel good, but at the same time, the spade both looked and felt so wrong. A distinct mismatch between his mind and body. Yet staring at that strange, slightly swollen orifice sparked more arousal.

It’s just ‘cause you like pussy on others, he told himself, and it seemed like a reasonable explanation. He did normally get aroused when looking at spades. What straight male didn’t? It just felt different now that it was part of his own body, even if it was just temporarily. It felt terrifying, and yet, there was a thrill to it. Maybe he could use the opportunity to learn how to better please women, too. And then he’d just have to not confront The Womanizer again before he had his cock back.

Being horny felt better than being anxious. It definitely felt better than panicking, but Aaron didn’t really know how to touch himself like this. He knew the basics of what generally pleased women, but- hey, hadn’t his latest date forgotten her dildo here?

He had meant to return it, but she had never called him back for one reason or another. And so, it was still waiting in a drawer in his bedroom. Aaron walked over there and pulled it out. Whereas it had felt a little silly before, it felt imposing now; a thick canine-shaped toy with a knot and everything. And it vibrated. The wolf remembered how hard it had made his hook-up cum, to the point of moaning out loud and thrashing. And how wet she had been.

Would he get wet too? He was a little damp but not soaked like that vixen had been. The thought sent another jolt of excitement through him. Some muscles that he had never felt before clenched inside him. God, he shouldn’t be getting excited about this, the normal thing to do would be to just put his pants back on and call it a very early night with some channel surfing or doomscrolling, but something about getting blasted with that stupid feminization ray had seemingly also left him too horny to just let it go.

But it wouldn’t do any harm, at least. Orgasms had nothing to do with helping the changes become permanent, at least on women, and there was no reason to assume it’d be any different for him. That, and he wouldn’t be able to relax at all without getting off, ideally a few times in a row to forget about his embarrassing failure. That, and he really found himself tempted to explore, as wrong as it felt at the same time.

He placed a blanket in front of the mirror and then laid down on it, the dildo still firmly grasped in one hand. And then, he looked at himself again, or rather, at his new spade.

Okay. How do we do this?

His hands explored that new piece of anatomy again. Each touch sent a little tremor of pleasure through him, quite unlike how a cock felt. The pleasure seemed to radiate and resonate inside him as his fingers slowly traced the swollen outlines of his spade. He didn’t dare push anything inside him, not yet, but just touching himself like this felt good. A little too good maybe, as that tingliness grew to a kind of hum throughout him.

Then those curious fingers brushed over the part at the very top where it was a little pointy, and he immediately moaned out loud, his legs twitching. That had to be his clit, he realized, once the moment passed. It was almost too sensitive for anything but the lightest touch. And then, in the mirror, he saw his fingers glistening, a thin strand of what had to be his wetness, his juices, clinging to them.

It felt obscene. It felt wrong. It felt incredibly sexy, knowing that when aroused he’d just… get wet like this, his new pussy slickening up and all but inviting a cock to push inside it. Inside him. He spread his legs wider, staring at that slippery, swollen spade, his knuckles almost white where he was grasping the dildo. He needed more. At least that was consistent between cocks and pussies. The more he touched it, the more he wanted to touch it.

But maybe he’d use the toy. Again, there was that feeling of wrongness and rightness at the same time as he held it out next to his twitching spade. It looked realistic enough that he could imagine it being a real cock, ready to claim him. Maybe to breed him. He knew those instincts all too well. If he laid in front of a male like this, with his pussy this wet, there was no way he’d be able to resist doing it, no matter how unfeminine he looked otherwise.

He switched the toy on. It vibrated, and swallowing hard, he touched the tip to that very sensitive, stiff spot. It was like electricity, his whole body going into spasms instantly. Aaron wheezed and gasped, barely managing to hold the toy in place, ending up with the vibrating shaft of it pressed against him firmly. Oh god, he needed it inside him, didn’t he?

Almost immediately he was soaking wet, hands trembling again as he quickly raced towards an orgasm he could already tell was going to be massive, his chest heaving at the flood of new sensations. Fuck, he was close already, juices drooling from his spade and wetting the dildo, leaving it ready to slide inside him effortlessly. Yet, despite the pleasure growing and growing, he couldn’t quite muster the willpower to do it. What if he liked it? What if he liked it more than fucking a pussy?

There was a fluttering sense of tension in his belly, and it kept climbing to eye-watering pleasure-highs until his hips were involuntarily bucking, grinding against the vibrating rubber cock.

No, no, he couldn’t do this, could he? If he did, it’d basically be playing right into The Womanizer’s hands, all but confirming his idiotic theories that everyone should be as feminine as possible. That everyone with a pussy just needed to get fucked to the exclusion of everything else.

But it was impossible to think clearly, and the crescendo of pleasure building up in his loins was too much to resist. With one convulsive shove, the tip of the dildo pushed into his pussy, and in that moment, it was as if the heavens opened for him. Pleasure washed over him like a tidal wave, crashing through him. His pussy clenched hard around the toy, his back arched, and his toes curled at the onset, the ecstasy of the moment utterly blinding as he came.

It was the culmination of all that resonance. Inside him, muscles unfamiliar got to work, milking on what little of the rubbery cock they could manage, and each spasm sent a secondary rush of pleasure up his spine, to every part of his body, until he was drooling and whimpering, legs kicking weakly in the throes of orgasm.

Pure bliss. That was what it was, a far more all-encompassing climax than a cock could ever offer. The toy slipped perhaps an inch deeper into him and touched some spot that made his head swim with sparks of joy, and that was how he rode out that orgasm. Trembling, twitching, and soaking the floor with his juices.

And then it was over. Aaron could barely move. The fur on his thighs was matted with wetness and he was still shivering. Slowly, a creeping sense of shame began to set in, sharp enough that it was almost tangible, even over the sweet boneless relaxation of the afterglow. He yanked the toy out, letting it fall on the floor where it kept vibrating.

God. If it felt this good, he totally understood why people got accidentally pregnant. Regular orgasms were great and all, but this? This was addictive. He absolutely couldn’t do it again. Not ever. If the dildo had been a real cock, he’d have been begging for it and never letting it go before he had been filled with cum. Maybe not even then.

But there was no denying how satisfied he felt. Even his bones felt the sweet echo of that climax, and all he really wanted to do right now was lie there. No matter the shame. He glanced up again, craning his neck to look in the mirror. From that angle, he almost looked like a woman, bar for the lack of breasts.

Eventually he did get up again, knees almost buckling as he did. He turned the dildo off, wiped it clean, then wiped himself clean – very gently dabbing up the juices, not wanting to get aroused again – and then went to bed, where he slept better than he had slept for years despite the early hour.

His dreams were full of erotic scenes, and in all of them, he was a woman. He’d pose sexily, delight in how the men reacted to seeing the briefest glimpse of his breasts or even that juicy spade that seemed to make their cocks spring to full erections instantly. He felt dumb, but in a blissful, happy way, where he simply had nothing at all to worry about. No job, no responsibilities, just turning people on and enjoying what they did to him.

Then, he was pregnant, and still getting fucked by entire crowds of nameless, horny men. It felt right. After all, what was a woman except a set of holes to be enjoyed by the clearly superior sex?

Of course, all those fantasies and most of the conditioning – caused by The Womanizer’s custom-built weapon – dissipated over the night. One exposure was indeed temporary, and by morning he remembered none of it; the only evidence of those nocturnal reveries being that his mattress was soaked.

Initially, he was shocked once again to find “nothing” between his legs, but then the recollections of the previous day all came flooding back, and with them, both a sense of normalcy and shame as he remembered just how hard that accursed pussy had made him cum. Had forced him to cum, really, he tried to justify to himself. It wasn’t him who had done it; it was The Womanizer and this unnatural cunt down there that he had afflicted him with.

Increasingly aware of the wet patch he was lying in, Aaron eventually forced himself to get up and continue as normal. Just what happens with a spade, I guess, he thought, once again cleaning everything up.

The next few days required no official hero business, and Aaron indeed managed to resist all the tingling temptations of his changed sex, but on the fourth day after his exposure, he got an encrypted call summoning him back to the Tower tomorrow, still two days before he was supposed to return to normal.

As long as he didn’t have to fight The Womanizer again, he’d be fine, Aaron told himself. Yet, his uniform would look… suspicious, without the former bulge, if anyone happened to glance at him the right way. His youthful ego couldn’t let that happen! He couldn’t let the other heroes know just how badly he had failed!

Instead, he decided to sheepishly visit a sex shop. The expensive but professional one right in the heart of downtown, where he hoped that nobody would recognize him as he approached the cashier.

“Right, hi. Um, I need like… do you have something that would make it look like someone had a… bulge?” he asked, and the cashier-bunny smiled at him.

“Oh yes, we do, hun. They’re called packers. Pretty popular with trans men,” she replied, in a friendly voice, clearly assuming that Aaron was trans. He didn’t want to correct her. The more wrong they were, the less chance there was of anyone ever finding out about this.

With his normally grey muzzle a burning bright pink, he bought one that roughly matched the size of what he normally had and hurried back home to try it out. What he discovered was that he looked perfectly normal with it in place in his uniform, but another realization was that with each step he took, it rubbed against that damned spade. It wasn’t much friction, but just enough that it was distracting.

Fuck it. He was Enforcer. He could handle some minor distractions, and in two days all of this would be over. Maybe he’d give the packer to a friend once this was all over and he didn't need it anymore, with The Womanizer behind bars where he belonged.

The next day, it was time to go back to the Tower again. As before, he stopped by the reception desk to talk with the clerk, who appeared to have at least doubled the size of her breasts since last time. Now, they were big enough to rest on the desk where she sat.

“Heya!” she called out. “Looking good, Enforcer.”

“Y-yeah, you too,” he replied, trying his absolute hardest to not stare at the deer’s frankly enormous, seductive tits.

“Me? Oh, oh right yeah, The Womanizer got me this morning, so now I’m just stuck like this!” the clerk explained. She didn’t look sad in the slightest. If anything, she seemed happy, if a little more ditzy than before.

Oh, fuck. Double fuck. If he was already back, that meant… no, goddammit. He could tell the team what had happened and maybe they’d send someone else like Strongman, but then he’d have to admit to failure and to the fact that he had this godawful yet so sensitive pussy between his legs. He couldn’t do that.

This time, at least he was ready for the elevator.

“The Womanizer is, as expected, back. You were correct about his super-endurance,” Mother greeted him, entirely skipping the pleasantries. This time, it was just her and Captain Utopia in her office. “I assume that you’ve suffered no ill effects from being hit by the ray?”

And that was his chance to admit what had happened and get someone else on the case. God only knew that even if the beam affected her, Captain Utopia would be better at fighting, and her shield would surely block his weapon. She had fought much worse opponents. All he had to do was be honest and he could take a different case.

“No, ma’am. No effects,” he lied, feeling an immediate, terrified pang of regret.

“Good. Then, you’ll be facing him again. Try not to let him get away this time; the city can’t handle many more women getting attacked,” Mother spoke, her expression deeply serious. “If you’d like, we can send someone else to go with you.”

Another possible lifeline. But it was a matter of pride for the wolf, now. He had to be able to handle a low-level villain like this alone or he’d get relegated to the B-team and never be part of the legends the way he had dreamt of being since childhood.

“Nah, I can handle it,” he replied.

Mother showed no reaction. “Very well. In that case, get to it. I expect a report, however it goes.”

In no time at all, Aaron was back on the streets as Enforcer. He was a little more nervous this time, given the higher stakes, but it wasn’t as if he had a choice at this point. He had to find The Womanizer, and then he had to take him down.

As seemed to always be the case, he wasn’t hard to find. Evidently having grown more confident since their last “meeting,” the villain was out in the open just like last time, without any sign of worry or lasting damage from having been hit by Enforcer’s hammer.

Truth be told, Enforcer was scared. And yet he found himself getting wet, too. What if he did get zapped again? Then the changes would be permanent. Desperately, the wolf tried to make those intrusive thoughts go away. The idea that he wanted any of this was preposterous, but at the same time, it excited him. Permanently losing his cock, at least until and if he could ever admit failure. If it happened, then sooner or later he’d be getting fucked by a real cock, and that might be the end of his career as a hero.

Maybe he’d go into heat and be completely unable to resist. Maybe he’d let that fucking cocky, misogynistic horse put his changed body to proper use as a broodmare.

Fuck it. Before he could be consumed any further by those terrible thoughts, Enforcer sprang into action. No confrontation this time, no dramatic dialogue. He manifested a crossbow, aimed, and shot.

The arrow struck The Womanizer in the chest but didn’t penetrate. The masked horse only flinched, immediately turning around to face Enforcer. Of course he was wearing armor under that sharp-looking suit that made his body look so strong, so masculine, so virile. Enforcer felt that treacherous pussy clench, the packer already sliding against his wet sex.

“You again? Guess you really are a bitch on the inside if you’re the one they sent to stop me again,” The Womanizer scoffed.

“Shut up and fight me,” Enforcer countered.

“Gladly,” The Womanizer responded, and then aimed and shot. Enforcer barely stumbled to the side to avoid the pink ray, and then the next, and the next, each striking where he had been only a split second ago.

It wasn’t that his super-reflexes were any weaker than they had been. It was that those goddamn fantasies and anxieties kept distracting him to the point of being unable to follow the reflexes properly. He hesitated. Only a few microseconds before each motion. The occasional jolts of pleasure of the silicon packer grinding against him made it worse. And so, soon enough, he tripped over his own feet, and didn’t have enough time to panic before a ray struck him again. Oh no.

Just then, with The Womanizer laughing, another hero appeared. The Muse, here to make sure the fight ended. Suddenly, the horse’s expression changed from glee to something much more concerned

“Go on, shoot. See what happens,” she spoke in a voice that was barely above a whisper, features completely obscured by her cloak.

“I think I shall not,” The Womanizer replied, grimly.

The Muse had no real superpowers, but her being present added such a cost to The Womanizer’s indiscriminate firing that even he found himself hesitating. A single poorly aimed shot and things would take a quick turn for the absolutely horrible for him.

Enforcer didn’t see how that confrontation ended. He was already crawling away by then, off to nurse his figurative wounds yet again. Yet there was less fear, this time. Less anxiety, and more tingling, utterly forbidden excitement. The Muse would no doubt report what happened to Mother, but neither of them would have to know what happened to him, that he was evidently now stuck with a needy, fertile pussy that was already begging to have something inside him. Only properly this time rather than just a quick penetration.

But it was worse than that. By the time he got home, he realized things had changed again. His uniform bulged a little at the top, a soft, feminine swell where he’d previously only had a distinctly male chest. His shoulders were just a touch narrower, maybe not enough so for anyone but him to be able to tell, and his hips wider, ever so slightly flared. He looked more androgynous than masculine, and the uniform barely fit him, tighter than ever around the hips and too loose around his shoulders.

Aaron pulled his uniform off, his mouth dry with that anxiety-riddled excitement, and sure enough, he was greeted with the sight of some A-cup sized breasts with puffy, prominent nipples and broad areolae. Were they permanent, too? Why did he immediately wish they were bigger? Hiding even what he had would be a pain. A binder, maybe. He had seen those at the sex shop, but those hips? Mother was bound to notice that, given how observant she was. He’d have to do something to prevent her from noticing, but he didn’t know what, yet.

Right now, something else was on his mind, occupying more and more of his mental capacity. The aching emptiness between his legs. The swollen, dripping space that wouldn’t let him rest before he satisfied it. If he didn’t get something inside himself soon, he’d probably ruin his uniform with how wet he was, knowing that he was stuck like this now. More aroused than anxious, he went to get his dildo.

Sure, it’d probably prove The Womanizer right about him, but he would never know, either. That, and the wolf was well beyond the point of caring, his whole body burning up with need. His mind felt frazzled enough that he couldn’t really reason himself toward any other decision.

Tomorrow’s problems could wait until tomorrow, Aaron thought, as he spread his legs, and rubbed the firm toy against his folds, looking forward to another massive orgasm so much that he didn’t even feel bad about failing another mission. Especially once the vibrating tip touched that slick, swollen entrance, scattering whatever errant hesitation remained.