Groaning with delight, Cold nevertheless felt a warning bell clang in his mind.
"Uh, human vibrator? You- oh, FUCK! - being literal?" he panted.
Glitzy laughed lustily and winked at him.
"Mostly, mmmm, metaphorical, stud! But I am keeping you around to fuck me while I grant sexy wishes, like it or not!"
She raked her long pink nails down his chest, making him hiss with sensation, just before bouncing up and down on his cock faster and harder than she ever had before.
"Why? You complaining, stud? Need help keeping up?"
"No, I mean, yeah, I mean OH FUCK YES!" Snart groaned as the luscious imp rode him so fast and hard he felt like his cock was a jackhammer.
Glitzy giggled and snapped her fingers. Leonard Snart suddenly felt his body surge with power as his hands grew into big, rough mitts with fingers like sausages (almost big enough to cover all of Glitzy's impossibly big titties) and his muscles quadrupled in size . . . along with his cock. The almost unbearable tightness of Glitzy suddenly felt even more blissful as his cock swelled up to the size of a can of tennis balls inside of the sexy teenaged imp's perfect pink snatch. He dimly realize he was now built closer to the Juggernaut or Hulk than his old self, probably with superstrength and invulnerability like one of those bruisers as well.
"YEAH! YEAH! YEAAAAH!" Glitzy squealed as she rode him harder, impaling herself even more eagerly on his newly massive cock. "FUCK! That's even better! Squeeze my tits HARDER, you hot piece of fuckmeat!"
Snart squeezed for all he was worth, groaning in delight. Even if she turned him into a damn vibrator, he decided that he wouldn't complain!
***
Glitzy, meanwhile, had half a ear open still for wishes and she'd been granting a few while she and Captain Cold fucked like crazed minxes. In the past ten minutes alone, she'd granted five wishes.
***
"I wish more naked chicks did shit like this here!" Weather Wizard wished at the Stacked Deck and poof! The Stacked Deck became a strip club instead of a bar, as if it had always been that way. Strippers from the club across town called the Candy Cane now found themselves writhing on tables in the Stacked Deck instead, as if they'd always been there. Ginger, Candi and her friends scowled at the amateur hour theatrics of Starfire and Psylocke on the bar - who the hell did these sluts think they were?
"I wish this place was less sleazy." grumbled a cranky Black Mamba, annoyed that the only place a supervillainess could find to drink was some dive strip club. In a flash, the place became a high-end, fancy strip club, casino and brothel with a 4-star restaurant and bar attached - ostensibly an elegant, perfectly legal place despite it's seedy clientele. Black Mamba, Diamondback and their friends hooted with delight as a muscular, well-groomed stud in a Robin outfit stripped for their pleasure and a smiling waitress delivered fancy champagne cocktails to their table on the house.
"I wish the Batman couldn't touch me!" Penguin was grumbling across town, yet another of his criminal pursuits having been stopped on the docks by Batman last night.
With a flash Oswald Cobblepot suddenly found himself no longer the head of the Iceberg Lounge but instead became the head of the world-famous Stacked Deck - now housed on a riverboat where old laws from Gotham's past made all the gambling, prostitution and other vices inside perfectly legal. He sat in a lushly appointed office, surrounded by perfectly legal mounds of cash, alongside his three female bodyguards (who were now dressed in far less than they had been). He also had a force field around him that would only occur when anyone dressed like a bat tried to touch him but that little surprise would come later.
"I wish more superheroines showed up here to get nasty!" Shocker chortled.
Nothing happened immediately, but now, if any superheroine got within line of sight of the elegant Stacked Deck, they'd feel an overwhelming urge to walk in dressed like total sluts . . . and then give into their most secret, twisted fantasies with whatever stud was at hand.
Meanwhile, in Metropolis, the usually unflappable Lex Luthor had whispered a wish under his breath. Lois Lane was entirely all that he wished for, her nymphomania and new obsession with carrying his child aside, but best to take advantage of moments like this when they came.
"Whomever you are, if you're truly devoted to making sure so-called supervillains receive carnal delights - I wish that I, Lex Luthor, inspire feelings of lust and total obedience in any woman I encounter unless I specify otherwise, without any negative repercussions or being beholden to you in any fashion."
Lex smiled as he glanced at his servant Mercy, whose normally impassive face had been riddled with disdain previously. The bitchy glare in Mercy's face abruptly vanishing and the way she thrust out her tits and ass let him know that the wish had worked but why not test the limits? He finished casually in Lois Lane's mouth, making the brunette whimper in sadness as she swallowed his spunk, as she'd been hoping he would dump another load in her pussy.
"Mercy, go find out where Supergirl, Wonder Woman, Power Girl or the nearest female telepath are at this very moment in time, then get transport ready to get us there. Oh, and prep those psi-blockers we've been developing. I've got a delightful hypothesis to test out."
***
Glitzy giggled as the former Emma Frost showed up on the Stacked Deck to try and take over things in her new, limited slutty fashion as the White Tease. That sounded cute and all but she wanted the bitchy traitor to all things evil to suffer and being in charge sure wasn't suffering. With a snap of her fingers, she made a few improvements to Penguin, giving him a new body and fun new powers that included nifty pheromones. Their first meeting should be interesting now!
***
Oracle's face lost all color as she saw the footage from phones and TV stations across America. First, there was the impossibly sexual misadventures of Superman, Titania and She-Hulk which now filled every channel. Almost at the same time, footage and pictures of the Wrecking Crew fucking some sort of top-heavy bimbo with a Green Lantern ring (minus Thunderball) in Detroit flooded the internet, followed by unconfirmed reports of some kind of sex show happening righter here in Gotham with a bunch of cat girls and Zatanna over on 64th and Kane.
She hit a button and put out an all-points alert to the members of the Avengers League.
"Everyone, this is an Alpha level alert! An unknown force appears to be mind-controlling and altering the bodies of superheroes across the country! Everyone meet up at Avengers Watchtower right away!"
Oracle shook her head in shock. How was this happening? And why? And why had she had to call the alert? Where was Batman and why wasn't he answering her calls? Or Ms. Mammary, Canary or Arrow for that matter?
***
When the night had started, Batman had been tracking down Madame Viper and Hydra through Bludhaven with his partner Nightwing. They had located their hideout when suddenly, there was a flash of light and he found himself dressed like Bruce Wayne, clad in a tight tuxedo and smiling on a balcony in Las Vegas.
"Brucie!" cooed the vapid heiress Veronica Vreeland as she looked up at him in delighted shock. "Where on Earth did you come from?"
"Let's just say I couldn't stay away." he heard himself say in his most smarmy Bruce voice as he reached over and kissed her hand before pulling her roughly toward him. She gasped in delight as he squeezed her against his muscular frame. "Care to discuss this somewhere more . . . private?"
Veronica smiled and giggled before kissing him.
"Why, Brucie, you bad, bad boy! I thought this would NEVER happen!"
So did I, Batman thought, but felt his dick hardening against his will and his hands reach down to cup the redhead's heart-shaped ass as he kissed again, rougher this time.
"Well, it's happening, Veronica - right fucking now. Did you want to do it out here on the balcony or do you have a bed nearby?"
He heard a teenage girl's voice speak in a mocking sing-song tone in his head.
"Guuuueeessssss WHAT?!? Bruce Wayne, professional cuntblocker, is gonna have to make up for leaving all those bimbos, sluts and airheads frustrated! Tonight, Batbreath, you get to enjoy fucking every single slut you ever turned down to go hang around a teenaged boy in tight green shorts! You're gonna be more of a manwhore than even Tony Stark! Have fun - not that you have a choice, of course! Buh-BYEEEE!"
He tried to grimace and fight whatever mind-control this unknown girl had placed on him . . . and failed utterly. He instead felt his hand unzip the back of Veronica's dress and his mouth nip at her earlobe as his other hand squeezed her left tit through her cocktail dress.
"Oh, Brucie, you ANIMAL!" panted Veronica as she reached down and unzipped his pants. "My suite is right inside! Take me now, you naughty boy!"
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