Defenses and Beauty, of a sort.

Ultraboy dug into Taboo's head and saw...himself, his body, bent a table and being savagely **** up the ass by Taboo, screaming in agony, then being **** to orgasm by him, before dropping to his knees and sucking Taboo's cock like a two-dollar coke whore, **** for his next hit. Bryce was wearing a french maid's uniform, his cock in some sort of clear plastic cage, his face licking a woman's feet.

That was not desire, nor memory, it was fantasy, projected by Taboo's mind, trying to defend itself from his intrusion. No, it was more than that, it was--planned. As were more images, his body ravaging the city, ravaging his mother, kneeling before Ultimagirl and proposing, kissing her feet, serving and obeying her. Things he feared, things he had nightmares about. All to stop him from pushing forward. It did not work. He sent a blast of Pleasure's power through the fingers he was pressing against Taboo's temples. His bound nakedness completely failed to conceal his impressive cock hardening against his belly as Pleasure's powers burned through his **** defenses of his subconscious.

He smiled as he felt Taboo's eyes open as he felt his mind wake up. "Well, well, well, someone is a dirty bird." He said. It wasn't what he'd expected, but he had the tools to make it work and...who would oppose him if he did that to the Taboo? ****, murderer, monster and mind-controller? As for Ultramom--she would believe that it was a hired hand, not the real thing, not the real Taboo...

"Wha?" Taboo began, trying to figure out where he was and who he was and everything else.

"So, you want to be beautiful, like your sister, don't you, Theodore, no, no, no, it's Theodora, that's who you want to be, isn't it?" He asked, as he pulled up the jealousy of the beautiful sister who got to go out, who was seen by their parents, who could be seen without explanation, and who was lusted over by so many, including him?

The jealousy, the need, the rage and humiliation all rose from his heart like a wet wad of emotion, which **** its way past his lips. "Yes?"

"Good girl," Ultraboy said, running his fingers over the older man's temples. Theodora was painfully aroused and he was telling the truth. "You want to be pretty. You want me to look at you, like they looked at her?" He asked.

"Yes." He, no, now it was she now who admitted it.

"So I can make you look how I like?" Ultraboy asked, pumping in more arousal, more need to fulfill this desire.

"Yes."

"Good girl," Ultraboy repeated, sending another blast of pleasure through her, he was creating a positive association with obedience.

He walked around and pulled out the ray of ray guns. "This will hurt. Are you willing to feel pain, in order to become beautiful to me?"

"Yes!"

"Good girl," he concluded and she shuddered as if he'd sent another blast of Pleasure's power through her.

He lifted the breast enhancement ray gun and swiveled the knob. Where Taboostress/Patience was a trim, athletic b-cup, Taboo/Theodora would be a massive double D cup, the same as Ultramom and Ultimamom, not coincidentally. Theodora, or maybe Teddy, screamed as muscle reshaped itself from that designed for lifting to one that needed to be lifted, probably by a truly titanic bra, hair vanished, from her chest, which remained the smooth tanned skin of Theodore, and retained a small scar running from her collar bone to just above her right nipple, a memento of an earlier fight. Theodora screamed louder than Taboo had then, but there was an undercurrent of...ecstacy? This pain was a sacrifice to fulfill her desire, her fetish. As far as he could tell she wasn't trans*, so much as she was a fantasy of Theodore's that he had released and allowed to run rampant over the supervillain's mind. A combination of self-hatred, general hatred, lust, need and desire. And it had decided it was female, perhaps merely to mess with Taboo's alpha male persona, or perhaps there was a deeper reason. Either way, this was a triumph and no sacrifice was too great for it.

Another blast from a different ray gun and her stubble vanished, a quick lowering and her cock was as bald as her chin and her legs were as naked of hair as they were of clothing. A change in settings and her short hair grew until it reached the top of her ass, black flecked with grey that had looked dignified and powerful on a man, looked sad on a woman. A different ray gun and it was the shiny red of Jessica Rabbit's, but Teddy was bad, not just blasted that way. The hair removal was painless, but the growth, felt like her brain was unspooling out her skull. Again she shrieked, higher pitched this time and louder still. This was no masculine bellow, but a true shriek. She pulled ineffectually on her bonds, setting up ripples in her new and magnificent chest. A final ray gun and her eyes, were changed from steel blue to an emerald green, that better suited the dark-skinned redhead he'd turned her into.

Ultraboy approached, focusing Pleasure's powers into the center of his palms, like they were weapons and then grabbed her new breasts, forcing power directly into the nipples, which hardened under his hands. "Good girl, you endured so well," he said as she shuddered against him and Pleasure's--no, his power burned through her. He pulled his hands away and she tried to follow them. "Now, do you want me to take away that nasty cock and replace it with a nice, girlish clit?" He asked.

Taboo tried to answer, but it was Teddy who spoke. "Yes?"

"Beg for it." Ultraboy commanded. He'd seen it in the man's mind, back when she was a he. Teddy didn't want to be ****, Taboo had done enough of that to know how it worked. He wanted everything his sister had and everything that his twisted little mind thought she had. He didn't just want the beauty and attention and power that she had, he wanted the need to submit, the need to be commanded, the uncontrollable lust of a bitch in heat, the powerlessness and sluttiness that his mind projected onto her. He wanted to be owned, controlled and used and so he gave that to others--No, he **** that on others, regardless of what they wanted and now, now the tables were turned and he wanted it.

"Please, please, please, take away the nasty rapestick and give me a little clit, please," She begged. He raised a single eyebrow. "PLEASE!" She yelled so loudly he was grateful for the active sound cancellation tech in the walls.

"Since you ask so nicely." He said, turning his back on her. The final ray gun blast hit her huge cock and she screamed as it shrank, the nerves of an entire cock shrinking down to the smallest size it could manage, just an inch long, the balls little raisins underneath. It was a pisshole and nerves now. The pain was unimaginable as her body was forcibly rewired. This scream was as high pitched as Ultimagirl's when she was really scared (as he'd seen occasionally and would see again, ere too long). This sacrifice was too much for her mind, damaged, twisted, aroused beyond belief or control and she shot a tiny load of cum onto her own bare, but well muscled stomach.

A thought occurred as Ultraboy examined the remaining guns, giving her a chance to recover. He picked up the clit ultrasensitizer, the ModMeister had been...weird, but not homophobic, indeed his evenhanded appetites were famous, there should be, yes, there it was. This ray she didn't feel at all, mostly because the orgasm brought on by pain, by humiliation, by transformation, submission and sacrifice burned through her body like none of Taboo's rapes no matter how long planned, how cruel, or how much mindplay they involved had managed. But the change was perhaps the most intense. Few people can cum from being fucked up the ass. Fewer have to cum if they're fucked up the ass. Teddy was now one of the rare few latter. Not that she knew it, her eyes were rolled up into her head, trying not to pass out. She would be the slutty whore, **** to obey, **** to fuck, **** to cum, that she wanted to be. Green eyes opened, in a face that had been masculine, but, with the changes to her body, somehow had become an angularly attractive woman's face, all hard edges. He approached it as he prepared to take the final step in the conversion process, then paused, as a cruel idea that Teddy would love and Taboo would loathe occurred to him.

"You want to be a girl?" Ultraboy asked, pressing his fingers against her temples, feeling the answer before she said it.

"Yes?"

"My girl?"

"Yes."

"My slavegirl?"

"Yes!" This was emphatic.

"My sissy little cock-sucking ****-bitch?"

"YES!" She yelled.

"Prove it. He said, freeing her from the chair and sitting down across from her and freeing his cock. If she swallowed his cum, cum infused with Pleasure's powers, while under Taboo's influence, she would be dominant forever, Taboo would be nothing more than a voice screaming in her ears, his pain and humiliation a constant, arousing lullaby, soothing and opening her legs.

Ray guns surrounded them, Taboostress lurked in the background, the machine that had transferred personalities and powers was mere inches away.