Thread: Ruined Superheroine (PsionicCuttlefish & Kanti)

Salzer sat in his chair, in his current lair, as he watched a bank of security cameras on the wall. He liked this chair. It was very comfortable. Even after losing so many bases and lairs over the years, so much research, so many projects, he always made sure to save the chair whenever he had to evacuate....every time, always because of that bitch Goldstar. Perfect prissy prude. Beloved by the people, the hypocrites. Showered with praise and adoration and publicity every fucking time she fucking ruined his plans. Cunt. Salzer The Sculptor was a genius of the highest caliber, and specialized in bioengineering. He could modify organisms and even craft entirely new creatures from scratch, but no matter what kind of monster he built, Gold skank always managed to defeat his creations. Fucking hell, even when he temporarily visited other cities to enact some different plan or another, that persistent piece of shit followed him! The Aurum Avenger made it her mission to oppose everything he did, personally! There were other villains and heroes in the small-ish and not very popular Richter City, but being an out-of-the-way city that garnered little outside attention, Salzer and Goldstar were the two biggest names. But in any case, Salzer continued to follow the security camera feeds, with fingers calmly steepled, tracking the latest base invasion with such a deep satisfaction that Salzer could not even remember the last time he felt this good. Because today was the end. Today was the last day he'd ever have to put up with the Aurum Asshole. Goldstar had located and wrecked base after base for the last seven years , but the current invader in his base...was not Goldstar. No. The...THING...that was currently bumbling her way through his base with such gleefully entertaining ineptitude was not the bane of Salzer's existence. The first and most constantly eye-catching feature was her tits. They were elephantine , bigger than beach balls, each at least three feet in diameter and put together outmassed the rest of her body! She was actually quite strong enough to haul around such luggage on her own, but her tits were also delightfully wobbly and squishy as tits should be, and the only reason they weren't sagging was because of anti-gravity implants that she was unaware of. As the thing struggled to engage a couple of Salzer's minions with her two beautiful milk-factories getting in the way, they constantly oozed and dripped sweet white cream from huge, puffy nipples. The thing also set the new gold standard for the term bubble butt, with how her fat asscheeks jiggled with every step and motion she took. She had long, back-length blonde hair, an obviously fake tan, and was precariously taking every step in six-inch high-heels, constantly looking like she was in danger of toppling over, as she only occasionally remembered she could fly, and even then for a minute at a time. She was wearing nothing else but an overstretched two-piece thong bikini that wasn't even set right to cover anything....instead of her usual gold-colored bodysuit, of course. No mask either, showing off her dumb, slutty-puffy-lipped, horny face for all to see. Salzer took in a deeply contented breath and let out a happy sigh. Oh, how her mind must be a beautifully messy disaster by now. She would remember that she was an incredible fighter and was able to overcome greatly challenging foes...yet she also would remember that her impossible-to-fight-with body had always been this way. And the smart tactician that she was? Utterly gone at this point. In fact, after she had breached his base and encountered the first squad of his gun-toting soldier-minions, Salzer had to radio all his minions and instruct most of them to stay out of her way, and the rest of them to throw their fights with her, she was so bad now. His minions were collapsing to the ground the moment she so much as brushed them, before she remembered to used the golden calming light that made her original name, and she still was struggling. She also couldn't find her way around his base to save her life, she kept going down the same dead-ends enough that Salzer had to radio some minions to start luring her in the proper direction. They didn't even need to be subtle about it. And her public image? HAH! She had been completely disowned by Richter City, was the butt of every joke for how horribly a superhero could fail and fall, and could give up their superheroing for such base, immoral, crass desires. She couldn't appear anywhere in public without the crowds booing and jeering her, no one wanted to see her anymore. And she would have no idea why, because again, she would remember being the Star of the City, yet also remember that she had always been the way she was now. She didn't change, why did the people suddenly hate her? Her civilian identity, needless to say, was no more. Apparently she had actually been a big-shot physicist working in Richter City's most prestigious laboratory, but now even basic addition was a mental marathon for her. Oh, and of course, she couldn't help but stop every few minutes to masturbate. Salzer very much enjoyed the show she put on, every time. She even tried to strip some of his playing-dead minions a couple times, but couldn't manage it to the very loud disappointment of his almost-lucky helmet-covered minions over the radio, gave up, and masturbated out of frustration. And at last, she was closing in on his lair, being carefully baited forward by his minions. Salzer had even taken the liberty of instructing one of his minions to spay-paint 'SALZER IN HERE' on the main doors, just in case. Though he wouldn't be surprised if she was starting to lose the ability to read, too. Goldstar, The Aurum Avenger had been ruining Salzer, the Sculptor's plans for so long. Now Salzer had ruined Goldstar.