If you like my art, sketches, stories, transformations you can find more like this on my Patreon page or in DeviatArt Premium Early Access folder for subscribers here. Every bit of support is truly appreciated, but just having you here means the most to me - without you, none of this would have been possible. Thank you very much!
Check also my shop at DeviantArt for other works
Lightning, wind, and light — everything was clashing in this stormy battle between SexyShaza and Professor Stripinator. Her long hair, damp with sweat, clung to her cheeks, her breasts heaved heavily under the red latex, and even the golden lightning bolt on her chest seemed to tremble with humiliation. She tried to push herself up on her elbows, whispering:
– I... I won’t give up, – she rasped, clutching the smooth rooftop floor with trembling fingers as it grew slippery from the rain. But the voice... That damn voice again. Too high, too... sweet. She hated the way it sounded from her new mouth, especially now, as if she was begging her enemy for mercy — though she absolutely wasn’t.
Just a day ago, he was Jake Campbell — a thirty-two-year-old comic book nerd from Austin, a tech guy whose idea of extreme was patching servers with a beer in hand and “The Boys” playing in the background. He won some weird online lottery: “Become a hero! Say ‘SHAZAM’ and change the world!” — and of course, he said it. Said the word expecting to turn into someone like Superman. Steel-bodied, manly, with a cape and a voice like Batman’s...