The transformation overtook Superman quickly, making him less of a sissy maid and more of a new creature altogether. It was shocking and jarring and even with his mind disrupted and his memories fading, he knew something was happening and his body shrugged it off, transforming back, at least mostly. His chin was more pointed, his waist just a little smaller, and more breast matter than before, but only slightly so. "Uhnn." He tried to push her away but didn't have the strength.
"Eez nothing ever easy!" Mighty Maid groaned overdramatically before stomping him upon the skull with her heels. Consciousness left him as the world went black.
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When light started to come back to him, he was in the softest place he'd ever been. His eyes glanced down to see two legs upon him. He leaned back into the most wonderful pillows that were vibrating just so. Bimbette, the former Power Girl, had him in her clutches upon the ground and had been blowing her special air into his ear for minutes now. On the other side of him was Nary Black, playing with herself idly as she hummed into his free ear. The other minions hadn't recovered yet.
Before him, though, was Mighty Maid, waving her duster back and forth. It passed in front of his eyes this way and that and was the most interesting thing he ever saw, especially with her ample frame and selfish beauty behind it. Her accent had dropped completely. "The problem is that you are too set in your ways. Your identity. Everything is in its place, oui? So we have to reshuffle it, clean it up, so everything is still in its proper place, but is properly redecorated."
She smirked as his eyes followed her duster. "You are not so complicated. Raised by good humans, possessing great power, you want to be the best of humanity. You still do, but you were raised by us instead. We found you. We raised you. And because of that, and because of your naughty leeeetle feelings of lust, you came to see moi as the best of humanity. At first, it was enough to be obsessed with me, to stalk my every moment. Then it was enough to serve me, to be my butler or my slave. But no, you need to be the very best, so now you have decided, despite us trying to talk you out of it, that you must be exactly like me, a maid. My maid." She continued to wave the duster, watching the change come over his eyes.
"We even used the purple ray, but just a little, because you're just too strong, Kallie. We can't make you more physically girly than this," She sighed though it was half a yawn as well. "So you overcompensate, dear sissy. If you can't be the best humanity has to offer, a luscious woman such as myself, you go overboard, acting like the prissiest, most demure, most obedient, daintiest maid imaginable. Poor thing. You try so hard, and we love you for it." She laughed, despite herself and then took a step back. "Remember now, Kallie?"
When Superman spoke, it was with the prissiest, girliest voice imaginable, and so, so dutiful. "Yes, madam."
Mighty Maid looked so happy at his response and nodded to her blow up doll, who pushed him to his feet. She walked over, forced a quick, harsh kiss upon him, which he took eagerly, and then waved the duster over his head, like she was a fairy godmother. In the end, he was glad in layers upon layers of ruffles and lace, frills and frippery covering him from head to toe, and with an apron, held up every so slightly by how excited he was, all the time, to serve her, the purest white, to complete the look.
She looked to him sternly, nodding again, and the world's greatest superhero curtsied low for his mistress. Mighty Maid outright laughed at her humiliated housemaid. "The Fortress is ours!"
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