A C-list villain by anybody's standards, Fred Meyers, AKA Boomerang, wasn't looking to rule the world. He just wanted to get rich quick but jackasses like Green Arrow and Spider-Man kept fucking up his heists and tossing him in jail. Sure, he'd killed a few guys (like that jackass Captain Boomerang who kept biting on his brand) but that was just the cost of doing business. Frankly, he resented the multiple concussions and incarcerations and having to live on the fringes just to keep from being tossed back in jail.
With a sigh, he looked around the shitty apartment he'd rented under an assumed name in the bad part of Bludhaven. The money from his last score was running really low and he'd heard one of those lunatic Batpeople was back in town, so long nights of Netflix and pizza were all he had to look forward to for now.
His laptop dinged just as he was about to put out emails to old contacts about a new job.
"Master PC 3.0? The hell is this?"
A cheery voice boomed from the laptop's cheap speakers.
"Welcome, Fred Myers AKA Boomerang! You've been randomly selected to receive the Master PC program! This program will allow you to alter reality at will! You can make as many or few changes as you like, make it so nobody remembers them or so they're a shock to all! Please enjoy altering your own profile for a start!"
A rotating 3D model of himself came on screen, looking exactly as he did now - surprised, sitting on a secondhand couch and wearing nothing but a white t-shirt and a pair of purple boxers - with a ton of sliders and boxes to check.
"WARNING: Please check "Subject Will Remember Changes" to ensure you remember any changes you make!" came the voice again, a green field highlighting changes at the top of the field. "You can then use the sliders below, type a command or use voice commands to change yourself!"
Fred clicked the box nervously, then looked at the sliders. They covered everything he could imagine, height, intelligence, weight, even things like sex drive.
Just as an experiment, he clicked on height and raised the slider up to 7'. With a grunt, he felt himself grow and his clothes rip at the seams.
"Holy shit! This thing actually works?"
He reduced the slider down to 6' 4" and then considered his options. Since there were so many sliders, he figured he'd just bump up the good stuff to the highest levels. Within minutes, he was a stunningly handsome, superstrong, invulnerable supergenius (with a truly massive cock of course). Shortly after that and admiring his new self in a mirror, he realized he could also change his situation. In moments, his shitty apartment became a luxurious penthouse and he was independently wealthy due to inheritance from a relative who didn't even exist 5 minutes ago. All the warrants for his arrest and criminal history vanished in a few keystrokes - now he was just one of the filthy rich.
Sitting back in a jacuzzi, Fred realized that this program had already solved all of his problems and he could live like a king for the rest of his days . . . but what fun was that? He smiled and told the computer to bring up the profiles for some of the capes who gave him grief back in the day.
***
Black Canary finished off the second to last of the Kingpin's thugs with a grin. They'd finally got the fat bastard where they wanted him. Thanks to Oracle's hacking, his secret island refuge in the tropics was now locked down. The rest of the Birds of Prey had the other exits blocked and Huntress and Ollie were busy taking down Bullseye. Fisk glowered at the fishnet and leather clad blonde as he backed up against the wall of his private gym, wearing only training togs instead of his usual white suit, flexing his massive hands angrily.
"Nowhere to run, fat boy." Dinah chuckled. "Surrender now and I might consider going easy on-"
Canary suddenly felt herself wobble as her center of gravity changed mid-stride.
"You? What the hell?"
Dinah looked down to see her formerly modest bust had swelled outwards like a pair of torpedos. Giant tits jutted from her frame with huge pink nipples, easily as big as watermelons, with her black top now a corset that pushed them up but offered absolutely nothing in the way of coverage. They almost looked fake but the teardrop shape of the typewriter sized boobs was all natural. The massive boobs jiggled and swayed and she felt their weight and movement, realizing these . . . things . . . were are part of her now. She was too stunned to move, staring down in helpless horror at her gigantic new breasts.
Kingpin leered at her massive new additions.
"Don't think distracting me with your famously enormous teats will make this battle go any easier for you, Canary. I have no intention of going to prison today."
"What?" yelled an increasingly panicked Canary. "My famously enormous WHAT?"
"Canary, is there a problem?" Oracle said in her earpiece.
"Uh, yeah!" Canary hissed. "My boobs are suddenly gigantic!"
There was a lengthy pause as Kingpin began advancing on her. Oracle's response made Dinah's head spin.
"What do you mean by suddenly? You've always been the biggest chested superheroine in the world, Dinah."
She barely had time to process this before Kingpin was upon her . . .
***
Felica Hardy, AKA the Black Cat, smirked. For a rich guy, this Fred Myers had zero security. Breaking into his place would be like taking candy from a baby.
The plantinum blonde slid noiselessly into his penthouse through a window, closing the window behind her with nary a click. The servant's quarters were utterly empty at this time of night. He'd never suspect a thing.
The smile on her face lasted just until she found herself slipping off her tight black and white bodysuit, starting with her claws.
"What? What the fuck am I doing?" she hissed at herself to no avail. In seconds, she found herself stark naked except for her mask, her high-tech suit and underwear on the floor. She reached down to grab her clothes but found herself grabbing the French Maid uniform instead. She fought against it but it was like somebody else was in control of her body. Within minutes, she'd slipped into a pair of white fishnet stockings, a frilly black lace skirt that barely covered her ass and a black and white corset that was tied up with lacy bow. If she so much as walked, her naked pink pussy and tight ass would be immediately on display and breathing hard would make her D-cups pop out of the flimsy corset. For the final indignity, she felt herself putting on 6-inch stiletto "come fuck me"pumps and a black lace choker around her neck. A pause by the full-length mirror nearby made it abundantly clear that she was dressed as some porno stripper version of a French Maid.
"What the fuck is happening? I will not- oh!"
Suddenly, her already full lips began to swell, filling out to absurd proportions that would make Angelina Jolie jealous, forming a perfect "O" of surprise. She tried but couldn't manage to close her mouth. The surprised expression was only heightened by her big blue eyes becoming even larger, making her look like a total airhead.
She felt other part of her body tingle as well but didn't have time to see any changes before her legs moved on their own, grabbing a feather duster as she moved out the door into a brightly lit hallway.
Mincing on the ridiculous heels, she found herself walking with an exaggerated sway, so that if anybody was behind her, they'd have gotten one hell of a show, her ass and pussy feeling nothing but wisps of lace and air on them as she sauntered forward.
She finally opened the door to a truly palatial looking bathroom with a tall, muscular man sitting in a jacuzzi and sipping champagne next to a laptop.
"Well, well, if it isn't Felicia Hardy, Spider-Man's pet slut." he said with a smirk. "So glad you could join me."
Felicia wanted to launch herself at him but found herself frozen in place with her hands behind her back, thrusting her tits out.
"Who the fuck are you and how the fuck are you doing this to-"
"Ah, ah, ah - language." Fred said with a wag of his finger. "French Maids like you can call me Master and must always speak in either French or English with an outrageous accent."
"I weel do no zuch theeng, you Master! Wait, why am I calling you Master, Master?" Felicia shouted. Her new lips shouldn't have made it so hard to talk-
"You're saying that because I'm your Master now. You gave up being a cat burglar to be my servile little French Maid. You love parading around and serving me in that skimpy outfit."
Felicia moaned as new memories replaced her old ones. For some reason, she'd retired from crime to serve this hot stud as his French Maid and she loved it. Walking around in this slutty parody of a maid's outfit and following all his orders was so wonderful. Wait, what? That didn't even make sense, why would she-
"You did this because you're madly in love with me. Oh, and being my slave makes that hot little pussy of yours incredibly wet. You'll do anything for me and love it."
Fred stood up out of the jacuzzi, water dripping down his tall, muscular frame. Felicia drank him in hungrily. Ever since she'd broken into his apartment, it had been lust at first sight. Theft turned to seduction, seduction turned to domination and within weeks, she was his. She never knew that being a submissive little slut was such a turn on. Moaning at the sight of the massive, perfect cock between his legs, she began to pant and untied her straining top, falling to her knees.
"Ooh, oui, Master, oui! I am your hot little slave, mmm! How may I serve you tonight?"
Fred smiled. Spider-Man's little sidepiece was about to give him the best fuck ever. With a smile he tapped a few more keys on the laptop, locking it, then putting down his champagne flute to give Felicia his full attention. He would let Canary simmer for a while before checking back in on her - he could hardly wait to see how she dealt with her new "powers" and what he'd done to Oliver Queen.
"I've got a few ideas." he said with a smile, his cock starting to stiffen as he stared at the delicious blonde in front of him.