Ultraboy is confused.

Ultraboy looked up at the slender, athletic woman standing over him, who mere moments before had been a slender, muscular man, and kept switching genders, before finally settling in the female form. Of course he knew about Taboo's ability to free subconscious desires, the subset of which, pleasure projection, Pleasure had inherited (had Ultraboy gained it with Pleasure's body? That was a question for when his brain was fully functional again), but he had no idea she was a shapeshifter. He struggled trying to rip free, but the chains were too sturdy. As panic began to set in, he realized that though the chains were an alloy that he couldn't break, the chair he was attached to was just wood, he could break that, as he still had some of his superhuman strength (or perhaps Pleasure was also superstrong) if he had to, by slamming himself down on the chair, he could probably split it in half. They'd ambushed him, so unlike the Ultimabitches, as he liked to think of his family's archnemesises, he might be able to fight his way free. On the other hand?

"You should be thanking me, Taboo wanted your delicious ass, but I convinced him that Pleasure would feel it and know, so Taboostress gets to come out and play."

"Taboostress?" He asked.

"Oh, I'm sorry," the tall dark haired woman said. Though Taboo's pecs had been replaced with B-cups suitable for an athlete's frame and the sizeable package Taboo's tight costume had failed to conceal was gone, the clothes were the same. Purple, skintight duralexx (a stronger form of latex), whatever had changed, it was limited to her skin.

"See, me and my brother are twins, but, one of us, okay, me, ate him in the womb, but my power is it to be able to transform into anything I ate. Not usually a useful power, but it means I got to keep my brother. I love him so much, which is why I made him the father of our child, but sometimes, a girl likes to get fucked with a cock and this way we both get the memory of fucking Pleasure's hot body."