episode2

Super Lovers
Story by Angela J.
Editing by Steve Zink

Episode 2 "The Trap"

Although it had been almost a week since I was temporarily
changed into a female by the super suit, I still couldn't
get the nightmare of being a woman out of my mind. I still
woke up in the middle of the night with flashbacks of me
giving my friend, Mark, a hand job. But what else was I to
do? I couldn't leave Susan to die. After the ordeal was
over, I swore to myself that I would never wear that suit
again. No matter what happened.

But here I was, looking at the damn suit and contemplating
wearing it again. The typed note was still in my hands. It
read:

"I have captured your friend, and his super suit. If
you want to see him
alive again, come to 3773 West Brook by seven
tonight. Make sure you bring
the second suit. Don't tell anyone, and come alone."

What did Mark get himself into this time? Playing
superhero, no doubt, put him in serious danger. The person
that wrote the note sounded dangerous. And I was afraid
that, even if I handed him my suit, he would still harm
Mark and myself.

There was only one hope for Mark. I had to rescue him. The
best way to do that was to use my super suit. Even on
empty, the suit would provide me protection from harm. I
had to wear it again. With that realization, I put the
blouse on and then the skirt, and then the sandals. As soon
as my costume was on, my tits and butt grew while the rest
of my body became slender and smaller. I also knew that my
dick and balls were gone, and in their place was a pussy.

As soon as I put the suit on, I wanted to take it off and
never wear it again. But I had to sacrifice my feelings to
save a friend. Didn't I wear it to save a girl I barely
knew? How could I turn my back on my friend?

I knew that the suit was empty, and that I couldn't use it
to change my shape. I wondered if I was violating some type
of fashion taboo by wearing the same outfit twice in one
week. This was strange. I never really cared about fashion
before. And here I was thinking about my clothing when my
friend's life could be in danger. I thought I must be going
crazy.

By the time I put on the costume, it was 6:45 p.m. I had
waited 'til the last minute before wearing the suit. Now,
if I wanted to save Mark, I had to hurry to the designated
location.

For the first time in my life, I went outside of my
apartment as a female. It was strange, I felt very
vulnerable. Everything looked so big. When other guys
stared at me, I felt like running back home and locking my
doors so that no one could see me like this. But I had to
face this humiliation if I was to be successful in saving
my friend. So I swallowed my pride, and walked quickly
towards my destination.

3773 West Brook looked like an abandoned warehouse. Trash
and debris were all over the place. The building was
covered with graffiti. The doors were locked with heavy
chains and locks. "Closed" and "Do Not Trespass" signs were
everywhere.

As I slowly walked toward the building, I looked for a way
into it. All the doors, that were visible from where I was,
looked bolted shut. I walked around the building to look
for an entrance. All the other doors were also
impenetrable. I did not want to announce my arrival by
knocking on the door. Since I wasn't strong like Mark, I
had to use less obvious tactics. I would sneak in, and
hopefully free Mark before the bad guys noticed that I was
even there.

I saw a small opening in the rear of the building. It was a
small window. There was my chance. Although the window
would have been too small for my real body, this
transformed body might just fit.

I carefully walked toward the open window. As I approached
it, I looked inside. All I could I see was a small room
with office furniture. It had one desk and a chair and a
computer, all facing away from the window. Directly
opposite the window was a door. I crawled in through the
window opening. As soon as I was inside, my suit
automatically changed to the superhero mode. It seemed to
notice that I was no longer in the general public eye, and
that it was time for superhero activity.

All I had to do now was to open the door and find Mark.
Then a thought crossed my mind. Mark may not even be in
this building. If I were the bad guy, I would not bring him
here to be rescued. No, he was probably being held
somewhere else. For a moment, I thought about leaving this
warehouse and calling the police. But before I turned
around, I remembered the bad guy's threats. I could not
risk him hurting Mark.

I had to take my chances, and hope that Mark was being held
in this building. I slowly approached the door to the room.
I put my left ear to the door to listen for any sounds from
the other side of the door.

Not a peep.

As I carefully turned the knob to the door, the floor
opened up and I fell. At my feet was a trap door. This was
a trap, and I fell right into it like a fool.

I landed in a small empty cage. Approximately six feet
across from my cage, I saw Mark in a cage identical to
mine. He was wearing his super suit, and it, too, was in
the superhero mode.

"Toni!" Mark cried out, "Are you all right?"

"Yeah," I responded. "I'm okay, how about yourself?"

"How touching to see two lovers be so concerned for each
other!" stated a man. He looked like he was in his fifties
in his suit and tie. He was a tall skinny man with short
curly white hair and mustache. "I'm glad you could join us,
Ms. Toni, is it?"

"What do you want from us?" I asked.

"Simple, I want your super suits," he responded. "But first
things first. My name is Dr. Joseph Stein, I am a
scientist. A biochemist, to be exact. I find your super
suits intriguing."

"You will never get our suits," Mark said.

Dr. Stein laughed, and then faced me. "He is so brave." He
looked directly into my eyes. "Are you as brave, my dear
girl?"

I didn't like being called a girl. But I didn't want to
give him a clue as to my real identity. He was obviously a
dangerous man. It seemed that he already knew my address;
if he knew that I was a guy, it would be easy for him to
find out who I really was. If that happened, my family
could be in danger. In order to protect my identity, I kept
quiet.

"Toni, he can't hurt you while you're wearing the suit,"
Mark said to me.

"Yes, your boyfriend is quite right," said Dr. Stein. "I
can't even torture you. In fact, you don't have to eat,
drink or go to the little girl's room, either. You can
literally live forever in that little cage." The madman
laughed.

He knew about not being able to hurt me. I wondered what
else he knew about the suits.

"You seem to know a lot about the suits," I said.

"Your boyfriend isn't the only who knows about them," he
said. "In fact, I probably know a lot more than he does.
For instance, I know that you were once a male. I also know
that unless you take off that suit by tomorrow, you will be
a female for the rest of your life. So you see, I know that
you will take it off soon," he laughed.

"If I give you my suit..." I began to say.

"Noooo!" screamed Mark. "You can't give him your suit.
He'll use it for evil purposes. And he'll probably kill you
after he gets it."

"I'm not so cruel," stated the scientist. "If you and your
boyfriend take off the suits now, I'll let you both go
unharmed."

"Liar!" screamed Mark.

"What guarantees can you give us?" I asked.

"Just my word, little girl," he said.

"If you know that I am not a girl, why do you keep calling
me that?" I demanded.

"But you are a female," he said, "and I just love to rub it
in your face by calling you a girl. And if you don't take
your suit off soon, then you will be a female forever.
Don't worry, little girl, I am very patient. If I don't get
that suit soon, then I will wait and get that suit later. I
have a feeling that you will go insane in that little cage,
and will do anything to get free."

"Don't listen to him!" yelled Mark.

It was easy for him to say that. He wasn't facing being
permanently changed to a woman. I, on the other hand, had a
tough choice, the toughest choice of my life. If I didn't
take the suit off, then I would become a female
permanently. On the other hand, I could not trust this evil
man. His word was meaningless to me. And besides, even if
he was telling the truth, he said that both Mark and I had
to surrender our suits. There was no way that Mark would
surrender his suit, meaning that I could be subject to
torture in order to induce Mark to take off his super suit.
Mark, of course, would bravely refuse at the cost of my
suffering. I had no choice; I couldn't take off my suit,
unless Mark also agreed to take off his own. And I knew
that Mark would never agree.

I was going to be a woman for the rest of my life. At this
realization, I started to cry. But even as tears flowed
down my face, I bravely said, "I can't accept your offer."

"Good girl," said Mark. God, even he was referring to me as
a girl now.

The scientist laughed. "Then enjoy your permanent change
into a girl."

Just in case I changed my mind, the madman sat on a chair
near my cage and stared at me for the next twenty-four
hours. His eyes didn't even blink as he stood watch. During
that entire time, I cried my eyes out, but did not say
anything else. There was really nothing else to say. Mark,
once in a while, stated that it would all turn out all
right, and that being a girl was not that bad.

When I had been in that cage for twenty-four hours, the mad
man announced to me that I was now a permanent girl. "I bet
you have a sweet pussy," he said. "Maybe I'll let you out
of that cage after all, for some fucking sessions with me."
He started to approach the entrance of my cage.

"Get away from me!" I yelled in fear of being raped.

"Don't worry," Mark said, "he can't force your suit off, so
there is no way he can fuck you."

The mad scientist suddenly stopped. "Your boyfriend is
quite right. I can't get to your pussy or ass. But you do
have another hole. On second thought...no, not today, I
have plenty of time for that," he said. "Today you think
about me, and all the blow jobs you will be performing if
you don't surrender your suit."

"You monster!" I yelled.

"I will kill you for this!" Mark yelled.

"You two should catch some sleep," our captor said. "You
have been up more than twenty-four hours straight...but of
course, you're not tired. Your suits energize you. But I
need to rest. Oh, by the way, don't bother yelling for
help, these walls are soundproof, no sound leaves this
room. Be good, and have pleasant dreams. I will dream about
you and your blow jobs, little girl."

I thought I was all cried out, but his words caused me to
cry again. I was a woman now, and was being threatened with
rape. I could not surrender to the madman, but at the same
time, I feared his threats.

As soon as the madman was out of sight, Mark began to think
of ways to get out of this situation. "We need to charge up
the suits," he stated.

"We can't..." I responded.

"Perhaps we can hold hands while masturbating with our free
hands," Mark said. "It isn't going to give us a lot of
power, but it may be just enough for me to bend these bars
and get out of this cage. Once I am out, we can make love
and get fully charged up."

The thought of doing something sexual again with Mark
disgusted me. However, it seemed far better than dying, or
worse yet, being raped by that perverted scientist. So I
reached as much as I could with my left arm, and tried to
touch Mark's hand. But try as we did, we were not able to
touch each other. It seemed that the doctor put these cages
just far enough apart so that we could not touch each
other. When it was obvious that this plan would not work, I
stopped trying and sat down inside my cage.

"I've got another idea," stated Mark.

"What is it?" I asked, encouraged by his statement.

"My suit has made my dick and balls bigger, and I think
stronger," Mark said. "I think that if I concentrate, I can
ejaculate into your cage. You can catch my sperm with your
mouth. Since I am not touching you, I won't be charged. But
if we are successful, you will get some of your powers by
touching and drinking my sperm."

"What, drink your sperm?" I asked in shock upon hearing
what he was suggesting.

"Although touching it will charge up your suit somewhat, I
think you need to drink it to get enough power for us to
escape," Mark responded.

"I won't do it," I said. What he was asking me to do was
too much. Giving him a hand job was hard enough, there was
no way I could drink his sperm.

"That's your choice," Mark said. "But I don't have any
other ideas. Unless you have a better plan, you better do
it, or you may end up drinking a lot more of Doctor Stein's
sperm."

Unfortunately, I could not think of a better plan. And as
bad as Mark's suggestion sounded, I knew that being raped
by that mad scientist would be ten times worse. After
delaying for several minutes, I reluctantly agreed to try
Mark's idea.

As soon as I agreed to Mark's plan, he lowered his pants to
his knees, revealing his big dick. I could again see that
monstrous male organ facing me. As Mark stroked his own
dick, I could not help but think that I could do a far
better job of satisfying him. Thanks to my suit, I knew
exactly how to satisfy any man. I got on my knees in
anticipation of Mark's cumming. From the way he was
panting, I knew that it would not be long. All of a sudden,
I
saw Mark's dick shoot sperm towards me. Like a baseball
player attempting to catch a fly ball, I adjusted my
position to catch the sperm in my mouth. With my mouth open
wide, I caught the first ejaculation. Most of it landed in
my mouth, but some of it landed on my tongue.

As I swallowed my first load of sperm, a second load flew
my way. This time, I didn't have time to catch it in my
mouth, and the load fell on the floor of my cage. Even with
just one load of sperm in my body, I knew that I had some
powers that I didn't have moments before. But in order to
charge up my suit enough for the escape, I guessed that I
had to drink the second load. So with shame, I lowered my
head and licked the cum off the cage floor. The
salty taste on my tongue made it impossible for me to
pretend that it was something other than sperm. I swallowed
it.

"Good girl," said Mark, his dick still in his hand. "Now
shrink yourself so that you can get out of your cage."

"I can do that?" I asked.

I followed Mark's instruction, and began to imagine myself
becoming smaller. When I was finished shrinking, I could
have been no more than ten inches tall.

I easily stepped between two bars and out of my cage. Once
I'd exited my cage, I immediately attempted to return to
normal size. But it was no use. I had exhausted my powers
when I turned myself into this miniature version of my
female self.

"Come over here," ordered Mark.

In my small state, I wasn't up to challenging anyone's
authority. So I submissively obeyed Mark, and walked toward
his cage. As I entered Mark's cage, he gently sat down. I
could see that his dick, still in his right hand, was
getting hard again.

"You need to charge me up now," stated Mark, as he put his
left hand down so that I could step into it.

Even though I wanted to deny his commands, I knew that his
suggestion was the only way out of this situation. So I
reluctantly stepped into his hand. Once I'd walked into the
middle of his hand, Mark gently lifted his left hand
towards his crotch. My vision of the gigantic male tool
before me was frightening. My only protection was Mark's
right hand, which partially blocked my view of the gigantic
dick. But even that protection went away. When Mark's left
hand stopped, I was resting on his lap. Mark removed his
right hand from his dick.

"Get to work, Super Lover Girl," he said in a deep
masculine voice that made me tremble.

I slowly stepped forward in his hands to touch his dick.
Unfortunately, in my present state, I was actually shorter
than his dick. I knew that the most sensitive part of
Mark's dick was at the top, so that I needed to touch that
portion of his dick. I shamefully got on my tiptoes, and
reached for the top portion of Mark's dick. But even on my
tiptoes, I could not reach it. So I jumped up and grabbed
hold of his dick. Once there, I wrapped my arms and legs
around his dick and climbed up. When my face was near the
top, I could both smell and feel the wet cum that still
remained from the last explosion. Swallowing my pride once
more, I licked the cum from the tip of Mark's dick, and
rubbed my arms and legs on the length of his dick.

After a few minutes of working on Mark's dick, he began to
jerk around. I held on to his dick as tightly as possible.
Soon he exploded again. His sperm landed all over my body
and his lap. My entire body soaked in and swallowed his
juices. Once my body was finished absorbing Mark's sperm, I
went back to Mark's left hand and he lowered me to his lap.
Once there, I knelt down and licked his lap clean. In my
small state, it took me several minutes to lick it all up.
By the time I was finished, my stomach was full from his
masculine juice.

Once Mark was sexually satisfied, he gently put me down
next to him.

"I feel powerful," Mark said as he stood up and bent two
steel bars as if they were made of clay. He walked out of
his cell triumphantly.

I meekly followed him out of the cell, and transformed
myself back to normal size.

"Good job, Super Lover Girl," he said.

"Don't call me that," I pleaded, as I bowed my head in
shame.

"You stay here, while I go capture the doctor," Mark said
as he walked past
me and through a wall.

I watched him leave on his mission, and wished that I could
have been the strong masculine hero, instead of his
beautiful feminine sidekick.

But because I stayed in this horrible suit for more than
twenty-four hours straight, I was doomed to be a female
forever. 'Wait a second,' I thought, 'my powers allow me to
change shapes. Perhaps I could turn myself into a guy.'

I concentrated, and attempted to change myself into a man.
But as hard as I tried, I did not change. I started to get
frustrated by my situation. It was strange, but I felt that
I had enough power to accomplish the change. There was
something other than lack of power that was preventing it.

To test my feelings, I attempted to change myself into
another woman. This time, I was successful, and became a
tall, slender woman with fewer curves and African features.
Sure enough, I became a tall black woman. But when I tried
once again to transform myself into a black guy, I failed.

"Is that you, Super Lover Girl?" asked Mark, as he returned
to where I was standing.

"Yeah, it's me," I said.

"We no longer have to worry about the scientist," he said,
"I took care of him."

Mark's words reminded me of his earlier threat. I was
afraid that Mark had gone too far in exacting revenge. "You
killed him?" I asked.

"No, of course not," he said, "I used my mental powers to
persuade him to live a good, productive life instead of a
life of crime."

"You can do that?" I asked.

"Yes, as I told you, my suit allows me to become stronger
in body and mind," he said. "If I am charged up enough, I
can convince someone to do anything."

"Wow," I said, thinking that his powers were far greater
than mine. "That reminds me, it seems that I can't change
myself into a guy. Do you know why?"

"Sure, your suit was designed to be worn by a woman," he
said. "It was designed to be worn by the lover of the
person wearing my suit. We can't have a guy loving another
guy can we? Besides, the feminine sphere powers the girl's
suit, therefore it can only give powers that are feminine."

"You mean, I really am stuck as a woman forever?" I asked.

"I'm afraid so," he responded.

I began to cry again. Now that the danger was gone, I let
my emotions run free. I felt angry, frustrated, sad,
ashamed and embarrassed at the same time. I couldn't think
straight; all I thought about was getting the hell out of
that building where I had been doomed to be a female
permanently.

I ran out of the building through the hole in the wall made
by Mark. Just before I was in public again, my suit
automatically went into the civilian mode. I continued
running until I reached home. Once there, I took off the
awful clothing. When I took off my blouse, my smallish
black tits became visible. When I took off my skirt, my
pussy was visible. When I finally removed my sandals, my
tits and the rest of my body transformed back into the
default white girl's body. Even without the suit, I now had
a pair of tits and a pussy between my legs.

In mourning for my lost manhood, I sank onto my bed and got
under the covers. I closed my eyes as tightly as possible,
attempting to block out the reality that I was facing. I'm
not sure how long I stayed in my bed. All I know was that
Mark's voice woke me up.

"Are you all right?" he asked.

"No!" I yelled back at him.

"Is there anything I can do?" he asked.

"Just leave me alone," I said, "you've done enough."

"We make a good team, you and I," he said. "Since there is
nothing that could change you back into a guy, we might as
well continue as a team."

I sat up in my bed, being careful not to expose my tits to
Mark. "Look, get this straight, I am never wearing that
suit again," I said, "and there is nothing in the world
that could make me do anything sexual with you or any other
man ever again. Do you understand?"

"Being a girl is not so bad," he said.

"How would you know, you bastard?" I said, taking my
frustrations out on Mark. "I have lost everything that I
was."

"No you haven't," Mark said. "If I know you as well as I
think I do, you are still a good, descent person. But if
that's the way you want it, I guess our superhero days are
over."

With that, he left my room and closed the door behind him.

Alone again, I began to contemplate an existence as a
female. My life was never going to be the same again. I
wasn't sure what my future had in store for me. But I was
certain of one thing; I would never wear that suit again.