Superhero Turned Bimbo

 “Mezmer! I have finally found your lair! You can hide no longer from me, the legendary Justiciar!”

The villain stayed lounging in his padded chair in a non worried way, seemingly unimpressed by your dramatic entrance, and unconcerned that his arch nemesis had finally found his secret hide out. A hidden room right bellow the mayor’s office, who would have thought? And the perfect place to be able to have access to important political figures within the city and hypnotize them, secretly taking control of the whole metropolis. It was the perfect plan really, that is until you figured it all out and found the secret door leading to the lair. And here you were, ready for a heroic triumph!

“Justiciar you old fool, you really think you would have found this lair if I hadn’t let you? This was all part of my plan, and you fell right into my trap!”

He suddenly pressed a button on his arm chair, and the whole floor burst with electricity. You tried to take off and fly, but it was too late, your muscles were cramping up and you were unable to move. You barely had the time to see Mezmer smiling from his insulated chair before you blacked out.

When you woke up you noticed you were strapped to a strange contraption, metal helmet secured to your head, arms and legs tightly restrained by metal clamps. The villain had obviously accounted for your super strength as you were unable to free yourself by sheer force. You couldn’t turn your head as it was secured as well, but you could see from the corner of your eyes another similar contraption next to you with someone strapped to it, although they didn’t seem to be conscious as they did not respond to you calling out to them. You only had a few moments to wait before Mezmer came waltzing into the room, arrogant air of superiority about him.

“Ahhhh Justiciar, ever so confident, ever so foolish. And now for your ultimate defeat! You will get to experience first hand my latest device for world domination, my Soul Transferrance Machine! You see it takes ones consciousness and transfers it from one body to another. Now I will enact my ultimate revenge upon you and transfer your mind from this all powerful body of yours into this newer much weaker body that was just recently made vacant.”

Struggle as you could, the restraints still wouldn’t bulge, and as Mezmer flipped a big switched, the contraption began to vibrate, as you felt a strange sense of pulling on your head, not physical but mental. You became incorporeal for a fraction of a second an then felt your body again. Well, not quite you body. Everything felt… off. Brown hair framed your field of vision, a strange weight on your chest, but most of all, you felt so weak. You tried once more to struggle but the restraints hurt you every time you moved, indicating you were no longer super strong, or super resistant.

“Oh yes, the new you is much more pleasant to look at. Want to see?

With that he pulled up a hand held mirror, revealing to your eyes the feminine beauty you had become.

“But for my plan to work, I can’t have you running around and telling everyone who you really are and what happened. So we will just have to create a new persona for you, and force you to act like it.”

An evil smile spread on his lips as he raised his trademark pendant, the one he used to mind control people. As it swung back and forth, you felt slowly entranced by it, powerless to resist its powers as Mezmer's words sank into your soul, shaping the very essence of you thoughts..

“You are no longer Justiciar, the caped hero. You are Amber Mills, a 22 year old girl. You dropped out of high school because you are not very intelligent, you are quite dumb in fact. But people still like you because of your friendly, outgoing, bubbly personality. You are also a bit of a slut, and love sleeping with handsome and strong men, as you are a very heterosexual girl. You like girly things, like make-up, shopping and dressing up. But you have one big secret. You are a total fangirl of The Justiciar. You love him with all your body, all your soul, and would do anything for him, anything to be with him, for him to make you his little plaything. Now… go to sleep my sweet little bimbo, go to sleep…”

When you woke up you weren’t sure how much time had passed. You rubbed you head with a manicured hand, tour fuzzy vision slowly becoming clearer. You were in some kind of white room with no windows, and weird machinery littered around. That’s when you noticed him. Thr Justiciar in person! He was standing over you, his heroic smile illuminating your soul, hand stretched out to help you stand up. You barely contained a squeal of glee as you grabbed it, and he effortlessly raised you to your feet. You had actually touched him! That’s when you noticed the body of Mezmer, lying lifeless on the ground.

“Are you okay miss? It seems like the evil Mezmer had captured you and was holding you hostage. Luckily I was there in time to foil his plans, and saved you from his grasp!”

“You really saved me? Oh Justiciar how can I ever repay you?”

“I can think of a few things” he replied, lowering his stare suggestively to your big tits. You couldn’t help but smile. Justiciar actually wanted to sleep with you! This was so awesome! You dropped to your knees as he lowered his pants. It was really happening! Justiciar had saved you from a super villain, and you were about to suck him off to repay him! Not that you wouldn’t give him a blowjob if he hadn’t saved, you would definitely do that, and even more. He only needed to ask. Deep inside you the real Justiciar was screaming in protest, forced to suck your own dick and pleasure your own body, now inhabited by the evil Mezmer. And there was nothing you could do about it. And knowing Mezmer, he was sure to keep his new obedient plaything around, forcing the new you to degrade herself upon his whim, all the while enacting the next parts of his plan unimpeded, whatever those may be. Yes this was going to be a nightmare, being stuck as Mezmer’s, now Justiciar’s submissive little slut.