Superman was feeling GREAT! He was buzzing heavily, the music was great, the booze was top shelf, and he had five bitches all over him! "Bitches?" He thought to himself. "They aren't bitches, they are hot girls true, but why did I think bitches?" Superman wondered for a moment and then mentally shrugged. Women, girls, bitches, they were all hot and all over him. He might even get lucky at this rate.
"Here Superman, you should try this with the whiskey." said Candice as she held out a cigar. "Dominican, the best in the world, smooth as silk. Here let me light it for you."
Superman put up his arm and held her back. "I got this, watch." Superman used his heat vision to light the tip to the cheers and wows of the girls. "Dammmmmmmn, that IS good." Superman took a long pull and held it, and then blew a smoke ring. "This tobacco is really fine. Lord I feel like I am almost floating." Superman took another pull, and Candice held up her finger over his mouth.
"Just hold it inside for a few seconds Super-baby, you will love how it feels." Candice looked Superman in the eyes and gave him a dazzling smile. "For me? Please?"
Superman held the smoke in like he was told. Candice watched his eyes. "Heh, that modified Blue K the boss calls "Trash" should finish off any will power Supes has. And then the fun really starts." Candice thought to herself. "That's it baby, hold it for me. Just a bit more. Annnd there, blow out."
Superman's eyes had rolled back in his head and his head slumped backwards. His hands fell limply to his side and Natasha caught the cigar.
"Okay girls, enough of the class act." Candice said. "Time to take our medicine." And with that she took a big drag on the cigar and handed it to Maeda. The girls passed it around.
Superman blinked and lifted his head. "Waz the fuck happened? I wuz drinking an smoken a damn good cigar, and then nuthin." Superman shook his head. When did he talk like that? He felt off, but still great, definitely drunk and happy with these bitches..."HOT DAMN!"
Superman was looking at Candice. Where she had been very beautiful and refined before, she was a stripper's dream come to life. He tits had swelled to perfect 38 D, lips puffed up, her hair now platinum blonde, and an ass that appeared to not stop. And a nice trashy rose tattoo right over her vagina. She had shucked her professional dress and was wearing a gold G string and matching bikini top.
"Hey Super-baby. Glad you enjoyed your smoke. Time to enjoy your dance. Let Candy show you some real fun!" Candy pushed the table back and the sound system cranked up "Addicted To Love" and she proceeded to give Superman a amazing lap dance.
Superman was rock hard and his hands were roaming all over. "Damn bitch! Work that ass! Yeah!" Candy ground on him and he nearly came right there. He reached up to cup her tits, and she playfully slapped him down.
"Now, now, Baby, no touching. That is unless you're my boyfriend. Are you my boyfriend baby? Willing to do anything to keep your Candy happy?"
"Shit yeah, I'm your boyfriend! I'm all yours Candy baby." Superman shouted out. "Fuck! You're so damn hot, anything you want is yours. You're Superman Number 1 bitch as of this moment on!"
Candy laughed, and slid down onto Superman's lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck and cooed "And Superman is Candy's man from now on. Lucky for you though I'm into open relationships." And then she kissed him deep and hard.
Superman kissed back equally hard and their tounges dueled. Superman didn't notice an also transformed Nicole (now Nicki) slip a pinky ring onto his finger. Candy eyes lit up when Nicki gave her the thumbs up.
"And you are ours forever Superstud." Thought Candy to herself.