never meet your heroes

Maya is a nervous wreck, adjusting her glasses and smoothing down her 'Supergirl is my Queen' t shirt. Her heart is hammering against her ribs as she waits at a rooftop restaurant. When Kara Zor El Supergirl herself lands softly beside her, cape fluttering in the wind, Maya nearly faints. Supergirl looks perfect: radiant, heroic, and wearing that confident smile that has haunted Maya's dreams.

"You look beautiful, Maya," Kara says. Her voice is warm, but there's something off a strange, glassy sheen in her blue eyes, a subtle tremor in her hands.

What Maya doesn't know is that beneath the indestructible Kryptonian suit, Kara is a prisoner. During a brutal battle with Doomsday, the monster didn't just try to kill her he planted something deeper. Jagged shards of Pink Kryptonite were driven directly into her prefrontal cortex. The radiation doesn't weaken her body; it rewires her soul. It burns away her lesbianism like acid, replacing her desire for women with a primal, cellular need to serve a dominant male. She is a ticking time bomb of corrupted arousal.

As the date progresses, Kara's behavior becomes increasingly predatory. She keeps glancing at the sky, her breathing becoming ragged. "I... I need to show you something, Maya. Something real."

Suddenly, the rooftop explodes. The concrete shatters as Doomsday crashes down, a mountain of gray, bony protrusions and raw muscle. But he isn't roaring in rage; he's grinning. A cruel, intelligent grin.

Maya screams, backing away. "Supergirl! Help!"

Kara doesn't fly to her aid. Instead, she stands up, her cape falling off her shoulders, revealing how her suit has been modified tightened around her hips, straining against breasts that have begun to swell unnaturally from the Pink Kryptonite's influence. "He's not here to fight, Maya," Kara purrs, her voice dropping to a husky, unrecognizable register. "He's here to complete us."

Doomsday moves with terrifying speed. Before Maya can react, he has her pinned against the rooftop railing. He produces a cluster of glowing, pulsating pink crystals. "Another one for the hive," he rumbles, his voice like grinding tectonic plates.

With a brutal thrust, he drives the crystals into Maya's temples.

The agony is instantaneous, followed by an overwhelming flood of artificial need. Maya's scream transforms mid throat into a wet, desperate moan. Her glasses fall to the ground, forgotten. Her mind her nerdy, lesbian, Supergirl loving mind is incinerated. In its place, the Pink Kryptonite burns a new truth into her synapses: Men are gods. The cock is everything.

The transformation is visible. Maya's body contorts as her biology responds to the radiation. Her breasts inflate with supernatural speed, becoming heavy, aching mounds that strain against her shirt. Her hips widen, her ass rounding out into a perfect target for punishment.

Supergirl steps closer, her eyes glowing with pink energy. She looks down at Maya not as a friend, but as a sister in arms in servitude.

Doomsday unzips his monstrous hide, revealing a cock that looks like it was carved from volcanic rock thick, veined, and pulsing with infernal heat.

"Show him your gratitude, little fan," Kara commands, her voice devoid of any heroism.

The two ex dykes the Girl of Steel and the Nerd of Metropolis fall to their knees. They flank Doomsday, their massive, newly formed breasts pressing together to create a deep, fleshy valley. Together, they guide his monstrous cock between their cleavage, their hands working in perfect synchronization to perform a devastating double titjob. Their eyes are vacant, their minds empty, their entire universe now reduced to the rhythm of his thrusts.