They go together. And so everything goes…smoothly.

Ultraboy and Nishi were costumed up (with a pair of additions to hers) making a hell of an image, fortunately her hideout had a controlled way in, just as his did, so there was no trouble with them being revealed. Which was good, as they drew the eye, fit, attractive young people dressed in form fitting and form revealing clothing, one on a leash, the other holding it, one with a milker attached to her penis, the other trying not to steal covert looks at, well, all of her…

The Voodoo Queen damn near broke her hand on Ultraboy’s face, as he was the first one through the door and she protected her…mistress? Owner? Converter? As she’d been ordered to. Ultraboy didn’t even budge under the blow, though the Voodoo Queen had the height and bulk of her former self, coming in at seven feet tall and more than two hundred pounds, her weight had merely been redistributed and now, rather than bulging muscle, she had iron cords and truly mammoth breasts, larger than Ultraboy’s head. The cock that swung freely between naked legs (as the entire futa was naked, the better for Nishi to…appreciate her work) was absurd. Surely it couldn’t fuck any human, for fear of splitting them like a log. Muscles that looked like they’d been carved from ebony for a statue of an Amazon, or a warrior goddess of old, bulged, flexed and did nothing against his skin. For all her strength, she was as helpless before him as her victims had been with their dolls in her hands…

Nishi had leapt forward, all five feet of her and dragged the futa away, yelling instructions to her chosen guardian. With the mistress along, the guard was easily controlled and led away, instructed the guard the house and its occupants and not to touch them, on pain of castration. With that handled, they changed into civilian clothes, though Nishi kept her collar and leash and headed off to see the doctor. Ultraboy was momentarily surprised to discover that she had clothes in his size, he had a foot and almost a hundred pounds on her, until she explained the clothing had belonged to one of her conquests, who she’d brought back to her hideout for a bit more fun…After the change, the jeans had no longer fit the futa’s suddenly more ample ass, and the shirt hadn’t been able to fit over the futa’s expanded breasts.