Luthor's Magical Menace

Lex Luthor and Superman had fought many battles over the years, and Lex Luthor lost every time. Still, he persisted. He knew that, despite appearing as a protector, Superman actually constituted an alien menace who could destroy everything humans held dear at the drop of the hat. One of the common elements of each of Lex’s schemes was Superman’s biggest weakness, Kryptonite. He tried to poison Superman and take away his powers every way he could think of, but nothing worked.

As Lex brooded in his secret base, he realized that he had to try something entirely different. Kryptonite was Superman’s best known weakness, it was true, but not the only one. Lex had also learned that the Big Blue Boyscout was **** to magic. Every time a wizard or an extradimensional imp showed up, it caused Superman no end of trouble. None of these resulted in the hero’s final defeat, however, because, Lex suspected, most magical beings lacked his clinical mind. The biggest problem was that Lex had no magical powers of his own. So he set out to apply his scientific mind to the problem.

His plan was remarkably simple. First, he captured and disabled a handful of the world’s most dangerous magic-using villains. Heroes would have drawn too much suspicion too soon, but no one cared too much if Circe or Enchantress disappeared. These were very dangerous individuals, but Lex kept them **** and ****, so that he could siphon off their magic with a device of his own design. The magic went into a repository, from which he could shape it to his own ends from a computer console, without having to know a single spell. He then captured each burst of magic in a small container, to be delivered as a projectile. A single-shot magic gun, if you will.

It was only once he was ready that Lex let word get back to Superman of what he had done. Sure enough, hours later, Superman landed on the balcony of Lex’s lair to find the villain waiting for him.

“Circe and Enchantress may be villains, Lex, but no one deserves to be used as a lab rat by you,” Superman proclaimed, hands on hips. In reply, Lex only raised one of his gun-like devices.

“A gun? You’re slipping, Lex,” laughed Superman. “You know that can’t harm me.” Lex pulled the trigger, and a pink flash surrounded Superman.

When the light dissipated, everything about Superman had been transformed. His body had been changed from a muscle-bound man to the slim, curvy form of a woman. He had long blonde hair and a perfectly formed woman’s face. His costume was now a slutty two-piece, one section covering only his new, perfect breasts and another barely covering his new pussy.

“You were saying, Superslut?” Lex growled triumphantly.

“Magic, Lex? You think that changing me into a girl will stop me?” Superman asked. “I’m still faster than a speeding bullet. I’m still invulnerable to your villainous ploys. Only the worst chauvinist would think being female would defeat me.”

“A female, maybe not,” said Lex. “But you won’t be a female hero. You’ll be the sluttiest bimbo you can imagine. It was too complex to do as one spell, but I have another.” He raised a second gun. “When this spell hits you, it won’t affect your physical body. It will affect your memories. Every memory you have of being raised a hero, of overcoming evil, will be replaced with memories of sucking and fucking cock. Not only that, it will replace everyone you’ve ever been attracted to, every girlfriend, every crush, with memories and images of me.”

“That’s perverted, even for you, Lex,” spat the new Supergirl.

“No, it’s practical,” Lex said, keeping the gun trained on the new sluttily dressed hero on the balcony. “I know from experience that even if I defeated you, your friends would come to release you. Even if I changed you, you would find a way to change back. I have to make it so not only your friends won’t recognize you, you won’t remember you’re you. Every piece of Superman, erased forever, with no possibility of recovery.”

Supergirl then tried to rush forward, to catch Lex off-guard, but she wasn’t quite fast enough. Lex fired, and another pink light struck her full in the chest.

She collapsed to her knees on the floor of Lex’s lair. She felt strange. In her mind, she tried to remember Ma and Pa Kent on the farm, but they were gone. A second later, she couldn’t remember their names. Instead, she saw herself in a broken home, escaping into fucking as soon as she could. At 18, she ran away and became a whore in Metropolis. Every battle Superman had fought popped like a bubble in her mind, she couldn’t grasp on to anything. In their place, she felt herself servicing cock after cock, taking them in her wet, slutty pussy, up her ass, down her throat. Lois Lane disappeared, replaced with Lex Luthor, naked, his proud, erect cock making her mouth and pussy water.

“Nnooo…” she groaned. She was a quivering mess on the floor, a puddle of useless tits and ass.

“Yes,” said Lex in satisfaction.

The next time the girl on the floor looked up at him, her facial expression was one of total worship and lust.

*****

Superman had been gone six months, and the populace had mostly forgotten him. In his place, Lex and his mech suit had emerged as the ultimate heroes in the eye of the people. He defeated all other villains (and all of Lexcorp’s corporate rivals, by sheer coincidence) and was universally beloved.

What most people didn’t know was that he went home to his harem of slutty bimbos every night. He had given Superslut a new pink outfit, and devised another spell to change her name to “Bambi,” even in her own memories. He had also used his stolen magic to change several of the magic users into slutty bimbos, as well, so that even if Batman or someone tracked down what had happened to Superman and somehow figured out that one of these drooling, big-titted whores had once been the Kryptonian hero, they would have no way of knowing which one.

As Bambi’s master arrived home, she dropped to her knees, eyes downcast. He immediately pulled out his stiffening cock and pushed it past her perfect dick-sucking lips and down her throat. As Lex Luthor roughly fucked her face (he didn’t have to worry about hurting her, after all), Bambi drooled all over her huge fuckmelons. The only thing in her head was that she wished she could be like this forever.