Sid watched a large flatscreen along with his boss. It was showing Superman, or Superstud as he preferred to be called in this form, going to town on some of the strippers in the VIP lounge. Candy, Mai, Natasha, and several other girls were already lying in heaps, on the bar, under the table and draped over the couch with their clothing ripped off and smiles chiseled on their faces.
Mr. Hanson was enjoying the show, but Sid was worried. And the source of his worry was currently eating out a set of twin strippers called Pussy and Kitty. Kimy and Jewel had been top of the profession doctors who Superman had been seeing as Clark Kent. But they had been transformed when Candy had triggered Superman's transformation and he had fucked them. His body, stuffed with a modified Kryptonite based drug called Trash, had caused a major transformation in both women when he came in them. They had turned into sluts.
But that wasn't what worried Sid.
What worried Sid was what else they had turned into. They had grown bigger, stronger, and were basically powerlifters with large tits and no brains. They could easily beat up most of the bouncers in the club and had no issues in holding down anyone they wanted to fuck.
And Sid was getting worried about what was happening when they did. They had been transformed sluts for a couple nights now. Superman would head to his appointment, meet with the two doctors, one phone call later they were all transformed into meatheads and bimbos, and over to the club for a night of fucking, drinking, drugs, and more fucking.
Unlike the other girls, the girls who had been sluts to start and used Class (another Kryptonite based drug that turned trashy sluts into refined, polite society types) to lure Superman into this setup, the girls transformed by Superstud while trashed lasted nearly as long as he did and were just as horny. They loved men or women and left a trail of bouncers and johns strewn behind them when they were not fucking Superstud. And it was those people that had Sid worried.
"Boss, I really think we need to get rid of those two. I am not sure what is happening, but it's not something that we planned for." Sid said again.
"You worry too much. Those johns have come back every night and even the bouncers they fucked are now paying me to fuck them again. Cripes even the strippers are saying they like them when Superstud is busy." Mr. Hanson replied while watching Superstud smash Kimy against the wall and start brutally plowing into her.
"And that isn't the biggest problem. I wanted Superman signed by two weeks. He still needs triggering and hasn't tipped over with the other trash driven personality in control! He is still blacking out, and you said until that ends and he remembers, but doesn't care or can't help himself he is still fighting for control." Mr. Hanson said and rose to tower over Sid.
Mr. Hanson jammed his finger into Sid's chest. "You get this straight, you little chemist piece of shit! I! WANT! SUPERMAN! TURNED! And right fucking now! This is costing me money, a LOT of money, and I can't keep this up longer than a week more at most before the backers will start pulling out and leave me high and fucking dry! I want him turned into a fucking mindless caveman stud, and I want him signed on as my newest porn star!"
Sid gulped. He started to reply but Mr. Hanson rode over him.
"Use the Rainbow Trash."
Sid's eyes widened. Rainbow Trash was a mix of all the different Kryptonite based drugs he had developed. "Boss, we haven't tested that yet! We don't know what it will do! If could kill him, or..."
Mr. Hanson grabbed Sid by the neck and pulled him close. "You said the tests indicate it will completely transform a straight goody goody into a sleazy, horny slut. It's time to try it out on the ultimate test. Our boy there. You will do this tomorrow, don't dump him in his apartment tonight or his bitches. Dump them in the VIP fuck room, and as soon as they wake up, Trash them all! If you don't, you don't walk out of here alive."
Sid, swallowed and nodded. "Okay, you're the boss. I'll go get things ready, they should pass out in an hour, and then be up around noon. I'll be ready for them then."
"You had better be, you little geek, or you are a dead man." Mr. Hanson said in a deadpan voice as he shoved Sid away and went back to watching.
AROUND NOON THE SAME DAY
Sid was really nervous. He had several bouncers and strippers standing by with Trash sprayers in case the Rainbow Trash didn't work, but that wasn't what worried him.
The tests he had run on Superstud, Kimy, and Jewel had shown some strange things going on. Their blood was changing in chemical makeup, it was almost like it was becoming self created Trash. They had been using less and less to change, but Sid had noticed that they were much slower in changing back, and the effects were becoming more permanent. It should have been a full change over, once you were Trashed you were a whole new person, but it was like it was a slow bleed over with the old personality showing some of the nastiness of the trash. That made Sid a bit nervous, a Trashed Superman who had his full facilities was a frightening prospect.
But it was the sexual effects that really had him nervous. Superstud, Kimy or Jewel would fuck someone who wasn't on Class or Trash, and those people, once they woke up were different for a while. Dumber, stronger, like lesser versions of the Kimy and Jewel or Superstud. The effect would last for 4 to 8 hours depending on who was fucking and when, but while under the fuck effect, these other people were taking orders from one of the three. And Sid had noticed that Superstud, Kimy and Jewel always fucked the Trashed or Classed women and men first, screwing them until they passed out and then spent their time with everyone else. It was like they were getting them out of the way while they concentrated on the most vulnerable group, the group that they could control and influence.
Sid licked his lips. Superman, now restored to his normal self, Kim, and Jane were all lying naked in a king sized bed in the VIP Fuck Room. It was a cheesy, 1970’s themed fuck nest for those wanting an all nighter at the club. The three people were starting to stir. “Show Time.” Sid said and hit the button to release the Rainbow Trash.