Thread: Ruined Superheroine (PsionicCuttlefish & Kanti)

Goldstar had been stopped in her tracks for a few minutes now, and it was clear that a very difficult decision was weighing upon her mind -- what little there still was. She turned back and forth with quick turns of her upper body, an action which repeatedly sent her leviathan tits swinging side to side and each time they knocked together a spurt of white milk shot or dribbled forth from her ever erect nipples. There? she wondered audibly as she looked at the double doors only a few steps in front of her with the large green lettering SALZER IN HERE splayed across their surface. Her left hand tugged at her long blonde locks and a wide smile crept across her face for a moment as she stopped her deliberations to look at the obvious bottle blonde color, Hm. Pretty. But...? Her eyes narrowed and nearly disappeared from view behind uselessly long, thick lashes as she stared at the doors again. A moment of clarity? A shining glimmer of hope for Goldstar to reclaim her lost dignity? Where Salzer!? she screamed, looking directly at the doors with a lack of comprehension one might expect to see from a sedated cow. It might have at one time been obvious that she was pouting at her confusion, at the inability to locate the man she came here to defeat, but with her current thick lips having been grown and developed to such a cartoonish extent that she was no longer able to close her mouth fully, making many expressions simply read as baffled, horny, or vacant. A thin rope of saliva trickled out of her mouth most times now. Confused as she may be, a door was a door, and someone had written... something... on this one, so it must be important enough. Goldstar stepped forward and hovered in the air for a moment before closing the gap to the door a half inch off of the ground. There would be a gap just big enough for her to slip in between the edge of the doors and the nearest functioning camera, a blindspot created when the poor heroine shot her golden blast at a perfectly stationary guard and missed, hitting the camera several feet from the intended target. From within this room, Salzer the Sculptor would likely hear a loud thud and a crashing sound as she rammed parts of her body against the door, being unable to have figured out the handle to it after a good ten seconds of consideration. On the third smash of her deformed body against the door it would give way and break from the frame enough to open. On the fourth smash, it would dehinge and fall into the room. Goldstar was, if anything but empty headed or confused, angry. Her battles with Salzer had gone on for the best part of a decade. He'd ruined her city more times than she could have counted even when she still knew how to count. He'd come dangerously close to deducing her secret identity on two separate occasions. Salzer once even managed to kidnap her best friend during one of his schemes, and the poor girl would never fully recover from having been used in his sick plans and traps to defeat Goldstar time and again. The Sculptor may not have known it, but Goldstar had come here with the intention of this being the last time they met, too. In addition to all the horrors he'd done to the city and her people, as her own reputation seemed to change before her very eyes for no discernible reason, Salzer stopped being seen as a threat, as a black spot in the city's history. Some how he had to be responsible for that. But even the best laid plans can come to ruin at the simplest of distractions, and distracted she was. When finally the Aurum Avenger entered into Salzer's office, she did so on wobbly legs, her feet uneasy with the heels and the wild dimensions of her body. Her steps uneven and staggered due to her current distractions. Her left arm was entirely dedicated to hefting up her gigantic breast, bringing it upward and angling her nipple so that she could suck on her own chest, to lick on, and bite on her nipple and drink her own milk. The other distraction was that her right hand was currently between her legs, and her fingers were rapidly and roughly pawing at her womanhood.