Caldera was hunched over Polymaiden’s body, trying in vain
to break her out of her stupor. Her hands were heated to a dull light, not hot
enough to burn, just enough to provide comfort, she hoped. Under normal
circumstances she wouldn’t have been able to maintain such a precarious partial
ignition, but the recent episode had knocked much of the emotion out of her. She
didn’t have it in her to even approach her full power.
Polymaiden spasmed and shuddered. Her teeth clacked like those
of a rabbit.
“Here… here…” Caldera whispered as she laid her hands above
Polymaiden’s bare breasts, stomach, chest. She waved them over her forehead,
and Polymaiden’s eyes squinted away from their light.
Polymaiden’s health and stability was continuously cast into
question each time she twitched, every time she banged her head against the
table, with every wheeze or gasp or spasm or choked sob. Shortfuse had, for a
moment, reached an understanding with Caldera. And she paid the price for it. She
could only imagine where she was now, what punishment she was suffering at this
very moment. If she was alive that is. Caldera couldn’t –
Imperia came back.
Every time the door to the basement opened and slammed shut,
Caldera wanted to jump. Imperia stood there again, at the balcony. She was
different. Her face looked less… dead. Bored. She looked alert. Observant.
She bounded down the steps and slammed her hands on the
table. Caldera shrieked slightly, and Polymaiden broke through her haze, trying
to observe what was right in front of her as Imperia stared at them hungrily.
“It’s you or her. Who do you choose?” asked Imperia.
Caldera was taken aback. “Wha… what do you…” Caldera trailed
off. She noticed Imperia’s left hand left a wet spot on the table.
Imperia’s fingers curled into fists, and her nails dug
trails through the cheap plastic tabletop. “You? Or her?”
Caldera didn’t understand. She looked to Polymaiden who meagerly
shook her head. She screeched sharply in pain and took a series of sharp
breaths for a few moments before tapering off, though her face was still
twisted inhumanly.
“I choose… me?”
“Suit yourself,” Imperia said.
She grabbed Caldera suddenly. Caldera was constricted,
pulled upwards as Imperia slumped into her chair. Caldera began to protest,
struggling, screaming, until she realized something important: she was getting
bigger.
Caldera’s yelling cut off. She was quickly reaching four,
five inches, until eventually she’d hit roughly doll sized. Caldera looked to
Imperia for answers. Imperia was breathing husky, shallow breaths, and she
lowered Caldera down between her outspread thighs until Caldera realized just
what was about to happen…
No, she thought. That… couldn’t be right. That was just…
beyond the pale. Imperia may have had a demented sense of morality, but she was
still a hero… Right? A hero couldn’t do this, right?
Caldera had a flash of memory. It wasn’t so long ago that
she was forced to witness Shortfuse suffering a fate almost as
degrading. But…
As Caldera performed this cruel bit of calculus in her mind,
Imperia was unzipping her leggings. Their metallic, vibrational sound was slow,
tearing its way through Caldera’s ears as her constitution left her. She
couldn’t even scream; her voice only allowed her to squeak. Magnified now
though she was, seeing Imperia’s exposed, shaved vagina at this scale brought
her to the peak of absolute and utter dread. Her clitoris was jutting out
painfully, a nub of sensitivity and sensuality. Her vaginal walls were pink and
inflamed, throbbing and oozing; ever so slightly they flopped out on the seat,
like the tongue of a creature in the desert desperate for nourishment. Liquid
and heat were leaking out at copious rates into a pool, vapors trailing up
Caldera’s nose, filling her head with countless thoughts of the intimates of
Imperia’s sex. The scent addled her brain. It made her woozy. Even now, gazing
into Imperia’s pulsating cave, she had to assume that this was a dream. A
nightmare. It was just too horrible to imagine this was happening to her in
reality.
Caldera hadn’t even been here for an entire two days, and
yet she felt as though she had dodged an inordinate number of bullets. At first,
she thought she may have just been lucky. Then she wondered if there were more
more to Imperia than meets the eye. It was a difficulty to reconcile that hope
with her erstwhile wanton displays of cruelty… but this was Imperia.
Nobody was more honorable, honor-bound, faithful, and heroic than her. She was
a beacon of purity and grace. Power and dignity. Where she walked, evil feared
to tread.
But this? This was evil. It didn’t matter who it
happened to. Nobody deserved this.
Imperia angled Caldera’s body against her will, zooming her
around in her grip like a child with a toy airplane. Caldera gasped, her hands
pinned against her sides. Even if she could access her powers, at this rate they’d
simply be turned against herself before being extinguished in the moist
interior of Imperia’s abyss. Caldera belted out in mad protest as she
approached her fate. “N-no, NO! PLEASE, don’t, DON’T! STOP,
IMPERIA! I’ll do anything, please! Please…”
She had already broken into desperate sobs and tears even
before she touched a single bit of Imperia’s nether regions. She was so caught
in blind begging she hadn’t even realized she’d been turned upright once more.
No longer was she hanging in the space between Imperia’s legs; now she was
eye-level.
“Really?” Imperia’s voice was tinged with need. She was
holding something in, holding something back. She wanted to finish this
exchange as fast as possible. “Would you really do… anything?” She licked her
lips.
Caldera nodded her head maniacally. Her heart was racing,
her hands flashed even though they emitted no heat.
“That’s what I thought.” Imperia made a half smile.
Then she set Caldera back on the table, quickly diminishing
her back to the height she’d grown used to. And Imperia grabbed Polymaiden.
At first, Polymaiden was groggy. “W…what?” Already her other
self must’ve had only the semblance of consciousness, diluted into the
nutritious stomach-acid soup of proteins and enzymes before being ferried
through Imperia’s gut. That same loss of consciousness, loss of self, it washed
over this version of Polymaiden, who even now could scarcely tell if what she
was experiencing was real life or just a dream.
“Wait, no!” Caldera shrieked, leaping for Polymaiden,
yet too late. She slid on the table where Polymaiden had been moments before.
“You… you can’t…” Polymaiden could barely slur together
intelligible words. “Im… peria…” Imperia squeezed Polymaiden a few times as she
too was magnified to a more comfortable size.
Gradually... as Polymaiden was lowered, she developed an
understanding of what was happening. “I… no… no…” She shook her head
faintly.
Then, Imperia plunged Polymaiden inside.
Caldera watched up above, quivering. Her hands went to her
mouth. Her eyes widened. She witnessed the disappearance of Polymaiden’s nubile,
nude form into Imperia’s voracious snatch. It throbbed and ached, its suction
relishing the arrival of this new meat to be buried into her hole. Caldera saw
Imperia’s demeanor visibly shift as she was inserted. She heard from within
Polymaiden’s confused, anxious grunts and groans transition into full on
screams, shrieks, begs, all muffled away by the inner workings of Imperia’s
body. She shlicked and shlocked Polymaiden’s form. She would jam
her inside rapidly, then patiently slide her out with care and precision.
Another rapid jam. Then back out. Over, and over, and over.
Imperia was flushed. Her eyes were askew, her mouth was
ajar. Drool was petering out of the corner of her lips. Her free hand was
travelling to her own nipple, threatening to tear a hole in the deep black
riding suit before she managed to pull her collar down, popping her entire
breast out of its confinement. She carved symbols against her taut areola sputtering
and shuddering as jolts of lightning were sent through her sensitive skin into
the rest of her body. Her body glowed with pleasure and sweat, gluing her locks
to her neck.
Her hips and hands worked on autopilot, smothering
Polymaiden’s screams as they were unleashed deeper into Imperia’s core. The
shrunken woman’s body was slicked down, smooth and shiny. Every time she was
almost pulled out entirely, Polymaiden would squirm, trying to break free from
Imperia’s grip, suck in the air that was so close. But before she had that
chance, she would be plunged ever deeper. Eventually, even her squirms
weakened, as did the sounds she made. Reduced to nothing but a catatonic dildo.
Over time, Imperia’s masturbation would crescendo. Her
breaths would grow haggard. Even Caldera managed to feel the heat her body gave
off. Within her pussy, she would instinctually grow and shrink Polymaiden’s
motionless form as her needs demanded, creating a rapturous feedback loop that
pushed her over the edge. Imperia screamed and shut her eyes tight as she
buried Polymaiden as deep as she would go into her cervix, along with her hand
and much of her wrist. Imperia’s shallow breaths sped up, becoming even more
rapid as her body clenched. Her toes curled; her tongue lolled out of her
mouth. Her cheeks were a flagrant crimson. Even her nostrils flared with
automatic fervor. Every muscle in Imperia’s body reacted with overexertion as
she finally managed to clear the hump that was her climax.
Sticky liquid was still spewing from her vagina, but it was
somewhat blocked by the barrier formed with her hand. She gingerly pulled it
out and looked at her fingers. They were just as wet and shiny as Caldera
expected for them to be, and Imperia planted her index finger into her mouth,
sucking off the stringy fluid. However, there was no sign of Polymaiden.
Caldera fell to her knees. She punched the floor, biting her
lip. She watched Imperia flop her arms to her sides, basking in her own radiance
and self-love. Caldera searched for any little bit of Polymaiden. She scanned
Imperia’s nethers for the longest, the practical waterfall ejecting what seemed
like gallons of syrupy globules of Imperia’s nectar. Once, for a moment, it
seemed as though a tiny sprout was eking its way out, but that coincided with Imperia
leisurely lifting her hand to her crotch. Extending a single finger, she poked
whatever was trying to escape back inside, slowly, face twisting in loose joy
as she did so. Then she grabbed the zipper, and she zipped her leggings up once
again.
Zzzzzzzzzip…!
Already a spot was forming on the black nylon fabric. But
Imperia couldn’t care less. Her glazed over eyes were in ecstasy. Her left boob
was still pinned outside her tight outfit. Imperia looked happier than Caldera
had ever seen her since her arrival.
Caldera crawled away. She tried to back up. She didn’t want
to be in Imperia’s presence anymore. But no matter where she turned, she
couldn’t get away from the woman. Imperia’s size was absolute. Her heartbeat
was loud and powerful enough to be heard from anywhere on the tabletop. Her
scent was inescapable and would be until she put on the rest of her suit, truly
sealing Polymaiden inside her body, leaving her to stew for an untold amount of
time.
Imperia opened her eyes a tad. Without moving from her well-deserved
rest, she glanced down at Caldera, who froze as she realized she was being
observed.
Imperia opened her mouth a bit, then closed it. Here, as the
moment passed, Imperia’s amber eyes seemed to plead with Caldera, asking,
beseeching her… What do you think of me? they asked. Do you think I’m
a monster?
Caldera didn’t speak. She didn’t want to assume anything.
She couldn’t. She just looked up at the massive creature in whom her friend’s
life had been placed.
Imperia finally took it upon herself to sit up. She
stretched, and she stood to height. Rotating in place a bit, she glanced at
herself, her front, her rear, rubbing a hand over her left buttock and then
scratching between. She carefully grabbed the hem of her riding suit and
managed to stuff her exposed breast back underneath the collar. Once she was
content, she looked over her shoulder. Caldera was missing.
Imperia sighed and scanned the table. She swiped away a
cluster of action figures, dragged from their typical places. From behind them,
Caldera was unearthed. She was curled on the ground and rocking back and forth
before getting plucked. She squealed in shock and terror, beating helplessly at
Imperia before being pulled before the hero’s angular visage.
Caldera had no choice but to look into Imperia’s eyes. Her
freckles were readily apparent in her sweat. Imperia tried to smile, but it
looked… odd. Weird. Forced. Gone was the decadent grin of her post-orgasm
afterglow. Caldera didn’t know what she was looking at, but the Imperia she was
faced with now seemed an entirely new beast compared to the one she witnessed a
few minutes ago.
“Come with me. I want to take you on a trip.”
Caldera allowed herself to ruminate on those words. And the
way in which they were said. She shook her head.
“I promise…” Imperia raised one hand, still covered in a
shiny sheen. “I’m not going to… ‘do’ anything. Please. Could you come? And,
like, not try to run away or make a fuss?”
Emily looked down at herself then back to Caldera, and she
tried for a smile again. “I didn’t want you to be alone.”
Caldera hung there. She sniffed, glaring down. And she
nodded her head.
Emily nodded in response. She unzipped her riding suit,
revealing her cleavage once more. “Be careful down there, okay? I’ll stuff the
zipper on the inside so you can grab it when you need to.”
And Emily dropped Caldera down, down into the pair of hilly
protrusions from her chest, splattering Caldera with her sweat. Imperia’s breasts
were tight against the constricting suit, but falling in between the breasts
was again a real fear and possibility. One that became more and more real as
Imperia sealed her in with another zzzzzzippp…! True to her word, she
went through the effort of inverting the zipper, allowing Caldera to grasp it.
Caldera’s breath stabilized. At this point… it would be no
different from holding onto the handle while riding the bus. Hopefully.
Emily smiled, and she patted her chest, proud that her body
contained not one but two passengers of diminutive stature. Every step
she took was another burst of pleasure, an energizer, a shot of adrenaline.
Whatever challenges she now faced, she would be ready, even if Gabrielle
weren’t by her side.
Emily looked to her blue and white outfit.
Every time she glanced at it before going out on hero duty,
her heart leapt. It never got old.
Emily grabbed the latex suit and stepped into it, dragging
the elastic clothing over her body where it fit with perfect tightness. She
slid on her knee-high boots, latching them until they were firm against her
shins.
Emily put her hands on her hips and posed, turning her head
over her shoulder. She stroked her hair and dragged her fingers through the lustrous
locks. Nodding, Imperia walked to a drawer and opened it, digging into the
compartment for a few moments, muttering silently until her hands grasped what
she was looking for. She smiled and pulled it out, until…
A cloth doll of Meteoroid. It was a hack-job, clearly the
offspring of a repurposed teddy bear retrofitted to somewhat match the visage
of the famed intergalactic brawler from another world. Its arms were stubby
cotton clubs, cape was a red rag that hung on by threads, and her famed “M”
symbol was painted on the beige belly with food coloring
“Hmph!” Emily chirped.
Then, she let go.
Gravity acted on the doll, but Emily was faster. She leaped
into a twirl, legs spreading out like a spinning top. Her heel’s force THWAPPED
into the doll like a bullet, and its fabric body splatted against the concrete
wall. Emily alighted on her feet and turned her head. The doll was still there
on the wall, the inertia keeping it suspended for just a bare moment before it
fell to the floor with nothing to hang onto.
Imperia sauntered to it, bending down to pick it up, feeling
immaculate for every moment her hips stretched. “You’ve still got it.”
She gingerly set the doll back into its place within the drawer.
Imperia crossed her arms and blew a lock of air out of her
face, feeling truly good about herself for the first time in what felt like too
long. She reached into the pocket of her riding suit and pulled out her white
mask. She looked at it, solemn, dutiful, and applied it to her face. Blinking a
few times, Imperia flexed the muscles in her brow, mouth, nose, cheeks. The
mask fit perfectly, conforming to her every move. It felt like she was wearing
nothing at all.
In the silvery black reflection of her computer screen,
Imperia looked at herself. And she was content. The Queen of Aster City was
ready to defend her title, even on her day off.
Not long after, Imperia sauntered out of the apartment and
into the parking garage, feeling the pressure against her breasts, and the
chills that came from the thing embedded in her vagina. This wouldn’t be the
first time she’d gone to work with passengers aboard, and with any luck it
wouldn’t be the last. The feeling of fighting crime, establishing her dominance
and power over everything, and feeling this good while doing it… it was
an unmatched sensation. And as she boarded her motorcycle and zoomed out the
parking garage, feeling every ba-bump from riding over a rock or slight ledge
on the way into the city, she knew in her heart that nothing that felt this right
could ever be wrong.