"I'm...not...this..." a tiny voice kept insisting...but it was getting dimmer. Better to stay small and vulnerable...week and innocent...tiny and helpless, and depend on others to protect him. Besides, he couldn't really remember what Bruce was like. Babette
was such a dreamy little thing.
Babette walked behind Alfred as he sauntered up to the pair. Nightwing and Superslut were deep into their fucking, unaware of his presence.
Then he reached out and touched Nightwing on the shoulder, asking "And just what are you two doing in my basement?"
There was a flash, and Nightwings costume vanished...leaving him naked and...and...darkening? His skin went deeply tan, and patterns formed...dark and twisting. Tattoos...many interlocked tattoos...twisting, black webs and lines...he kept thrusting, and
as he thrust...he grew bigger...muscles swelling...legs getting longer...neck becoming thick and bullish...his bodyhair started to grow thick and wild...dense and shaggy as a black mat...legs...arms...chest...his face grew a thick beard...and his voice deepened
till it was an rumbling, bullish bellow...his forehead receded and his brows grew together...
"Uh! Fuck! FUCK!" he roared, as he came inside the former Superman. Then he gasped, dropped to his knees...and looked about stupidly and confused...a big, beastial man-brute.
"Wa' happen? Mah head feels..." he rumbled, and Alfred went to him, dragged him to his feet, and said with a smirk "Oh, Dick...poor, stupid Big Dick..."
Dick looked down, saw his cock was the size and heft of a 2ltr bottle even unerect, and smiled. Yaeh, he was Big Dick. Jus' Big Dick. He waz...um...sum kinda workin' guy...
"Well, Big Dick...you should get your suit back on, and get too work. You ARE the Butler around here, after all. So very stupid and horney, but still good at your job."
It appeared about him...the huge, towering figure was dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit...tie...all perfectly suited to a Butler...his big beard and shaggy eyebrows made him look like a big, stupid ape...but that was fine.
Babette moaned and sauntered towards him, brushing his sweet, big buttocks against the front of Big Dicks pants. The man-ape grunted, then licked his lips, but said "Well, I betta gets back t' my duties, Mista Pennyworth. But, if'n yuh don' mind, I'd likes
t' fuck dis boi-slut."
"Why, certainly, Big Dick. Now, who's this delightful little slut you were plowing? She seems just the sort of candy I enjoy."
Superslut (NO! Superman!) turned and ran from the cave, not even trying to fly at first. She had to get away from here! Something had changed about that Kryptonite. It was affecting others as well. If only she could (dance-naked-for-money-suck-dick) find
someone who could help her!
As she ran, Alfrd shrugged, and said "Dick, you and Babette prepare for dinner. I'll call a few friends and...invite them over..."
Commissioner James Gordon had vanished...as had Vicki Vale...it was worrying Barbara Gordon. She'd tried to reach Batman, but there was no answer. Then she'd called Wayne Manor, but been told that it was now Pennyworth Manor. She'd driven up to speak to
Bruce, and this...dirty cartoon had answered the door. A tiny, girlish little black boi-slut in fetish garb, his kinky, black hair spun into an impressive cascade of beads and braids. There was something vaguely familiar about him, even though his throaty
voice was unlike anything she'd ever heard. He wore a name take that said "Jimi G", and acted as ghetto as any street slut.
"Hey, Red..." he'd said with a smile and snap of his long, red nails "...you lookin' fo Bruce? He don' live heah no mo', but Alfie be livin' large an' taken Jimi G's ass every night. You wanna meet him? He find a place heah fo yo', just like he dun me."
She saw another obscene pair of boi-sluts, one named Babette and a blond one named Vicki...and a massive man in a Butlers suit who rumbled "I'll take yuh t' th' Masta', honey." as he lumbered towards her.
Meanwhile, Superstut was trying to think of someone...anyone she could turn to.