Spoiler Tags: Transformation, Superhero, Female to Futa, FtH, H/H, Blowjob, Romance, Futanari, Futa, Genie
I paused the video halfway through my third rewatch. The frame was frozen on my adopted father's face moments before an explosion would rip through his electronics shop. Using hand gestures, I pulled up an isolated frame I'd downloaded from the end of the video. A woman's face filled my computer screen. "Nexus, run a search on the powered individual with the codename Imperviwish." My coded assistant chirped her assent as I pulled my suit on over my head. My mask fit into place, covering my face and concealing my identity. It also hid the tears that slipped between the tough, flexible material invented by the super that went by the name Dee Dee that he offered for free to anyone who wanted to be a hero. Slipping from my home, I took to the streets. For the first time in my life, I
hoped
to come across a criminal.
If only to vent this cold disbelief that claws at my ribcage from the inside.
Using locations obtained by Nexus, my artificial intelligence friend, I started to cross off the suspected hideouts for the enigmatic super. It took the better part of three days due to the lack of public information on the powered woman. Location number seventeen was the winner as I spotted the strikingly beautiful face just before she closed the blinds on her main floor window. I frowned, the rage still burning cold in my chest. Sleep had eluded me ever since I'd gotten the news, maybe catching a handful of hours across the several days. Still, I felt prepared to dish out justice.
I'm not going to kill her. That isn't who I am. That isn't who
he
raised me to be. Despite the fact that she might deserve it. I can't believe the woman who... It doesn't matter. Who she was doesn't determine who she is now,
I told myself resolutely.
Nexus had managed to track down Imperviwish's location to a suburb. Although the information on her power was remarkably sparse, both through public information and the more exclusive back channels available to beings of pure information like Nexus. She hadn't even chosen her own moniker. That had come from the news footage after a villain's bombing. She'd emerged from the rubble that'd killed everyone else in the building, her clothing intact and she was unscathed.
If the super-villain Contessa hadn't taken credit for it she would've probably been the prime suspect. Maybe we'll need to reexamine that after the most recent bombing.
When asked how she'd managed to survive she had a haunted look in her eyes and simply said, "I wished for it." After that she refused any further comment and melted out of the public perception, staying low.
Until now.
I twiddled my thumbs on the rooftop and thought about my own moniker.
Nameless. It would almost be ironic if I didn't live up to what it meant.
I'd chosen the name as a rejection of the usual culture of sponsorships and media deals that came with dawning a suit. It was me thumbing my nose at the status quo. About making a statement and then demonstrating my resolve through my actions.
It's also a reference to my arrival here on the planet. To those few days assimilating the language and hiding in the shadow's of the alleyways. All until that woman stretched out her hand, a kind smile on her face...
My teeth practically shattered as I ground them so hard together. Fortunately I was saved a trip to the dentist by a little kid who noticed me while they were drawing with chalk on the sidewalk. Smiling, even though she couldn't see it, I gave her a half wave before leaving. I used my unique biology to jump from the roof, flying through the air in an arch before landing into a smooth crouch that immediately transitioned into another bounding leap. I managed my unusual travel method through half-inch tall chitin nubs I could grow from every inch of my body. They weren't sharp and they weren't very useful as a weapon, but the speed that they deployed allowed me to launch myself with greater force than a human could usually manage while also giving me a nice defensive boost.
Scouting around the house, I located the target on the second floor, in what appeared to be a bedroom. She started a video on her computer and went to the window, giving me a full view of her form.
Seeing her like that created a sour taste in my mouth.
Villains like her should not be so beautiful.
Striking black hair that swished down to her lower back, just above the swell of her toned backside. Tall for a woman, she seemed an inch or so over six feet, with strength to match. Her every movement spoke of carefully constrained power, her biceps having the distinct separation unique to those who lived at the gym.
Or were otherwise blessed with an impossible physique,
I thought with a hint of jealousy, my lithe muscles flexing with countless workouts.
Although I couldn't see them from this distance, I knew that her canted dark brown eyes were enchanting. And they were just the tip of her soft features, playful lips and perfect cheeks surrounded a small pert nose. Her perky breasts pressed her shirt away from her stomach which was no doubt as well-defined as her upper arms and legs.
Pulling the blinds closed on her room, she hid herself from my view. I took a deep breath as I prepared myself for action.
Sneak in the front door... No. Surprise and overwhelm. The window is the way to do it. Grapple and restrain her before she has a chance to bring her powers into bear.
Mentally decided. I did a final check of my gear. My dad and I had designed it together. I ran my hand along the slick matte black suit. Composed of tough black material, the suit clung tight to my body. It was flexible enough that it didn't interfere in the activation of my power and strong enough to turn aside a knife. There were carefully placed patches of dark grey to help break up my outline along my hips and shoulders. The mask was made of a separate piece and tucked into my neck. Pale green glass goggles cut into the shape of eyes integrated seamlessly into the fabric that surrounded them, and were the only outlier in the otherwise featureless mask. The glass was nonreflective and integrated with proprietary electronics that enabled a variety of useful functions.
While initially reticent about me putting my life on the line doing this, he ultimately understood my resolve and supported me from then on. Working on this was...
I pulled up the mask so I could wipe away my tears.
No. I will not break down. That can come later.
Having successfully staved off the wave of grief that threatened to drag my brain into formless depths, I turned back to the window. My heart hammered within my chest as I toggled off the recording feature in the goggles. Nexus didn't seem to appreciate that and a low buzz of warning issued from my earbuds.
Sorry, friend. Nobody's gonna see this but me and her.
A two-step approach was all I needed before I pushed off the ground toward the second story window of the house. Tucking my legs in close, I crossed my arms in front of my face as I braced for impact. The wooden frame and glass pane didn't stand a chance. My momentum carried me through into the room. My chitin barrier and suit held up, the glass shards spilling out in front of me in a beautiful but dangerous wave.
Just like her.
As often was the case with these high-pressure situations, time seemed to slow down, giving me a chance to take in the scene. Imperviwish was lounging in bed naked, having taken off her long sleeping shirt at some point between closing the blinds and climbing under her covers. Her laptop lay in her lap, playing some sort of video but I only had eyes on the villain. For a moment, her only indication of my arrival was a slight widening of her eyes as she turned her head toward the loud noise made by my entrance. Then time caught up to me, both of us exploding into motion.
She rolled over to hide her naked chest, her laptop spilling to the floor with a sharp crack. I took the opportunity provided, kicking off the side of the bed and then the wall in rapid succession. The bed slid a foot or so, unbalancing Imperviwish, leaving her wide open as I slammed into her back, the chitin on my hands softening the blow so it would only leave bruises instead of breaking bones.
Because she wasn't facing me, I decided to put my wrestling training to work, deducing that it would be less risky than coming to blows with someone her size. Despite her strength, I had superior leverage and put it to work. The crook of my elbow cut across the front of her neck and my legs wrapped around her torso. Grabbing my other arm for security, I began to pull.
"Don't. You don't know what I'll-"
Whatever she'd been about to say was lost as I tightened the crook of my elbow around her throat.
"Maybe you should've thought of that before blowing up that electronics store," I mocked around my own labored lungfuls. The sounds of fucking were oddly loud in the otherwise muffled struggle, as I realized that she'd been watching some sort of porno.
Ha! Fucking serves her right that I caught her with her pants down and her hand in the proverbial cookie jar.
Her gasps were glorious in my ears as she struggled to breathe. My arms felt weak and she grew stronger. Strong enough to pry free for a single sharp inhale. A chime of a notification sounded into my ear, and then Nexus began to speak with her emotionless tone.
"Trace complete. Money from the robbery was deposited into the account of one Beezlbob. Taking into account the report of a heretofore unknown hellhound accompanying the villainess Poly at the Black Goose Bare, there is a 97 percent chance that the shapeshifter is responsible for the theft."
Strength fled my body in a rush. I stopped straining, falling off the bed painfully onto my tailbone. I blinked as Imperviwish gasped for breath. My voice, once I was able to find it, came out hollow. "Apologies. It seems I've made a mistake. Sorry for the inconvenience." Not waiting for a response, I fled. Activating my power, I launched myself from the room through the broken window, leaving a coughing woman behind.
"Wait... I'm sorry." Her hands clenched into fists and slammed into her thighs. Disappointed at her lack of control and guilty at her broken vow, she reached out and closed the laptop that was playing an annoying jingle while the credits of her porn video spun on the center of the screen. The tears that spilled down her cheeks had little to do with the unfortunate choking. She'd felt what I couldn't see and didn't notice, a firm bulge of pressure on her bottom from my pelvis.
I was ashamed. Ashamed and tired. Tired and grieving.
You're too close to this Kelly and you made a mistake. You terrorized that poor woman who had her identity stolen. It could've been cleared up if you'd only taken the time to ask a few questions. See if she had an alibi. You know... Actually investigating instead of running off like a lunatic at the first pretty thing dangled in front of your eyes by the culprits. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
My focus slipped and I failed to properly cushion my landing. I tumbled to a stop, my back pressed up against the side of a park tree. Aching everywhere and hating myself, I pried myself off the ground and began the long, limping walk back home.
Despite all odds I made it. Possessing just enough energy to peel off my suit, flop down on the bed, and draw the covers over my body before I fell asleep; although it would probably be more accurate to say that I passed out.
