Part 2 – Gadgeteer

Gadgeteer glanced up from his work, frowning. He’d thought he’d heard something…

After a few minutes careful listening, the lithe otter shook his head and returned to his work. He must have imagined it. Besides, he had nothing to worry about. If something was wrong, the alarms would have been triggered.

And it was unlikely someone had managed to bypass the alarm systems. He’d built them himself so knew just how advanced and difficult to disable they were. And the pass code to shut them off was known only to himself and a select few of his fellow superheroes.

No, he was safe and secure here in his secret underground headquarters. He was certain of it.

He returned his full attention to his workbench and the numerous tools and mechanisms and electronic components scattered across it, his momentary jumpiness forgotten.

The otter’s hands began to dart back and forth across the surface of the workbench, grabbing tools and components. A few minutes later, his latest creation began to take shape, a small circular gadget. When done, it would be a small forcefield generator.

To Gadgeteer, creating stuff like this was mind-bogglingly simple. That was his power after all, a unique and intuitive understanding of technology that allowed him to create almost any kind of gadget he set his mind to. His gadgets were essentially what made him a superhero.

On a frame nearby hung his equipment harness, made up of criss-crossing leather straps, which held a wide variety of devices, gadgets and weapons, all of which he’d custom made himself, that allowed him to fight crime.

Even his basic costume, a seemingly normal blue spandex bodysuit with black boots and gloves, had a variety of devices built into them to increase his speed and strength, and protect him from a wide array of possible attacks.

With a flourish, he finished tightening the final screw on his new gadget and tossed aside the screwdriver. He paused a moment to admire his new creation, light, compact, yet high-powered and durable. It was perfect. But then, most of the stuff he made was.

The perfectionist in him kicked in and he grabbed his goggles, slipping them on. They were another of his creations, with numerous scanning and enhanced vision modes built in. He set them to scan the device, searching its structure and the composition of its components for possible flaws. Predictably, none were found.

The otter picked up the device, turning it over in his hands. He just had to test it now…

Suddenly, the scanning of his goggles detected something. Someone was behind him, someone big.

How had they penetrated his headquarters defences? That was a question for later. Now, he had an intruder to deal with…

He activated the forcefield generator in his hand and threw it to the ground directly behind him. With a hum, a partially transparent field of light blue energy spilled out from the device, throwing up a wall between himself and the intruder.

Gadgeteer leapt for his harness. There was no time to slip it on right now, so he simply grabbed one of the weapons, a stun beam hand gun, and spun to face the intruder, his weapon raised.

The otter hero paused, shocked by what he saw. On the other side of the forcefield, looking at it in surprise, was a great hulking monstrous badger, his physique made up of huge bulging rippling muscles, with claws on his fingers and toes. His fur was bizarrely red and white, with a strange looking ‘CC’ symbol picked out in crimson on the white fur of his chest. He was wearing hardly anything, just a pair of tight black spandex briefs that did nothing to hide just how big his genitals were, as well as a black cape hanging from his shoulders, held in place by a ‘T’ shaped clasp.

This creature looked him in the eye, and Gadgeteer was shocked when a flicker of recognition crossed his mind. It couldn’t be…

“Crimson Crusader?” He ventured.

“Yeah…” The creature rumbled, sadly. “It’s me…”

That explained how he got in. Crusader was one of the heroes he’d entrusted with the code to his headquarters. He lowered his weapon.

“What the hell happened to you?” Gadgeteer said, looking his friend’s new form up and down.

“Some new villain.” Crusader explained. “He got the drop on me... turned me into this thing, this beast, to do his bidding…” His voice cracked and his expression betrayed his misery and shame. “I… I managed to break free of him and get away, but I’m stuck like this!”

Gadgeteer could only watch in despair as the monstrous badger sank to his knees on the other side of the forcefield.

“Please!” He pleaded. “You’ve got to help me! Help me find a way to fix this!”

The otter invented knew he could. Already, ideas for possible devices that could do the trick were spinning through his head. Maybe a DNA Resequencer? Or a Restorative Transmogrifier? Or perhaps a Bio-Temporal…

His thoughts crashed to a halt as the sobbing of the Crimson Crusader reached his ears. The gadget could wait for a moment. He had a friend and fellow superhero to comfort.

He dumped his stun beam on his workbench and then picked up the forcefield generator, switching it off. He crouched by the sobbing badger and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“Hey now,” He said. “It’s going to be OK, buddy. We’ll get you fixed up in no time and then you and I will track down this villain and…”

The badger looked round at him, but was no longer sobbing. He was grinning, a playful spark in his eyes.

Uh-oh… Thought Gadgeteer. Then the badger moved, with lightning quickness.

One clawed hand snatched the forcefield generator from his grasp, crushing it easily. His other clawed hand grabbed the hero otter by the throat, lifting him from his feet as the badger stood up, holding him aloft.

Gadgeteer gasped for breath, scrabbling at the hand around his throat. But his attempts to prise it off were in vain, even with the enhanced strength of his gadget-laced costume.

A moment later, he was flung across the room, away from his workbench and his equipment harness and all his gadgets. He crashed into a stack of storage crates, spilling his supplies of electronic components across the floor.

He wasn’t injured, his costume had easily protected him, but he was slightly dazed by the impact. He struggled to pick himself up quickly. He needed to get moving, either get to his gadgets or get out of here before…

Too late. The badger was on him in a flash, grabbing him by his arms and pinning them by his sides before lifting him up and proceeding to slam him against the nearest wall, holding him there.

Gadgeteer squirmed and struggled for a moment before accepting it was pointless. The monstrous badger was just too strong. Better to conserve his energy, a chance to slip free might present itself; he needed to be ready for it when it came…

He looked into the face of the badger, who was grinning wildly at him. “Oh, Crusader, what’s happened to you?” He said, sadly.

“Same thing that’s going to happen to you, buddy!” The badger laughed. “And it’s not Crusader anymore, I’m the Crimson Critter! A name given me by my Master…”

“Your Master?” Said Gadgeteer. That didn’t sound good…

“Hey! Thanks for the reminder!” The badger turned his head, calling out over his shoulder. “Master! You can come in now!”

Crimson Critter returned his full attention to his captive otter superhero. “Sorry for all the trickery before, by the way. Master’s orders were to get in here and neutralise you so it was safe for him to come in. But then you went and threw up that forcefield and I had to improvise… But hey, doesn’t matter now. You’ll soon join me in serving Master. You would not believe how fucking fantastic it feels!”

Held in the badger’s iron grip, Gadgeteer could only stare sadly at the hulking beast his friend had been turned into…

“And hey!” Critter added, excitedly. “Master promised when you’re transformed, you and I can be fuck buddies!”

The otter made a disgusted face at that prospect, made all the worse by the bulge in Critter’s briefs growing more and more.

“Don’t worry, Gadgeteer, you’ll love the idea in just a moment…”

The otter superhero glanced around at the sound of the new voice. A smug looking rhino had strolled into the room and was approaching them. He was dressed in just jeans and leather boots, a tattoo of a stylised ‘T’ stretching across his bare chest. He was carrying a leather biker jacket slung over one shoulder.

“I guess you’re the villain responsible for this?” Gadgeteer spat.

“That’s me!” The rhino laughed. “The Transformer! The guy who can turn anyone into anything he likes!”

“So you transformed Crusader into this monster?” The otter was incredulous.

The rhino simply shrugged. “What can I say? I like my guys muscle-bound, lust-crazed, and utterly devoted to me…”

Despairingly, Gadgeteer glanced about for something, anything that could help him get out of this. He really didn’t want to end up like Crusader…

The Transformer was now standing right beside them. “No need to look so frightened, Gadgeteer. You’ll love what you’re about to become. I guarantee it!”

The rhino reached up and pulled the goggles from his head, his hand brushing against the otter’s face as he did so. “I’ll just take these, wouldn’t want them getting damaged when you change…”

“And when exactly do you plan to change me?” Gadgeteer growled. “After you’ve bored me with more gloating?”

“Oh, I’ve already done it.” The Transformer smiled. “One brief touch from me is all it takes…”

The otter realised in horror that the rhino had just touched his face. A warm tingling started spreading through his body…

“You…!” Gadgeteer snarled angrily, but Critter interrupted him.

“Now, don’t go saying anything bad about Master.” He said, seriously. “You’ll just end up regretting it in a few minutes time…”

The warm sensation had spread through his whole body now, and Gadgeteer guessed he didn’t have long left. He desperately tried to think, to come up with some way to…

A wave of euphoric sexual pleasure crashed through him, destroying all attempts at rational thought. His cock immediately sprang to life, straining inside his costume as it hardened. The otter couldn’t stop himself closing his eyes and moaning in delight.

“You can release him now, Critter.” He heard the rhino say. “Let him enjoy his transformation!”

“Yes, Master.” Came Critter’s reply, and suddenly, the otter felt himself released from the hulking badger’s grip.

Gadgeteer swayed unsteadily, and leaned against the wall for support, wave after wave of sexual ecstasy was crashing through him, causing shudders and convulsions. Damn, he had never felt such intense pleasure before, it was so incredible!

He glanced at the Transformer. The rhino was grinning at him, smugly. Critter was kneeling beside him, groping and rubbing at the bulge in his briefs as he watched him.

The latest wave of pleasure hit him, but it felt different somehow, more forceful. Suddenly, his costume was feeling tighter. It took his sexual energy-addled brain a few moments to realise it was because he was growing…

And it felt great! He could feel his muscles bulging and rippling inside his costume, straining for release against the spandex. His costume was feeling more and more uncomfortable as every part of his physique was growing and expanding. The need to get it off rose up within him.

The otter grabbed at the collar of his costume, gripping it with both hands and pulling. The strength enhancing devices built into his gloves kicked in and the fabric tore, ripping away from his still growing body. In a matter of moments, he’d managed to free his now heavily muscled torso, his wonderfully defined pecs and abs.

Seeing this part of his new body caused another surge of sexual pleasure. He’d had no idea such large muscles could look so good, so arousing….

Suddenly his body shuddered as an orgasm, the most intense he’d ever experienced, hit him hard. His cock exploded with cum where it was still contained in the lower half of his costume, creating a warm squelching damp patch.

Gadgeteer groped at his cock through the spandex, revelling in how sensitive it felt, how great it felt to stroke, how it was still enlarging. He needed to get it free!

He tore desperately at what was left of his costume, ripping it away with ease, releasing his groin and legs. His cock sprang forth, standing big and proud. His legs were now two thick trunks of solid rippling muscle.

The now muscled otter bent over, loving how good it felt to flex and use his fantastic new muscles, and tore at his now very uncomfortable boots. There were a few sparks as they were pulled apart, wrecking the devices built into them, but he didn’t care. He could easily rebuild them later.

The sight of some new large and powerful clawed feet greeted him as he pulled away the remains of his boots. He loved them.

Gadgeteer pulled himself erect once again, running his hands up his body, enjoying the feel of his bulging musculature. He decided he wanted to be able to feel them with his own hands and yanked off his gloves. They were uncomfortably tight anyway.

With his now large and powerful hands free, the muscular otter groped and fondled his body, loving the feel of the thick muscles under his brown fur, making him more and more aroused. They seemed to have stopped growing now, leaving him with a perfect muscle-bound body he couldn’t help but adore. His cock was throbbing. He went to see to it, to grab it and pump it hard, celebrate his fantastic new form…

A twinge in his lower torso stopped him and he frowned, realising his transformation wasn’t done quite yet.

Yet another wave of sexual pleasure hit him and he bent over gasping. He could feel his body start to stretch in the middle, his lower torso elongating slightly, muscle and bone shifting and rearranging. This was seemingly to accommodate two lumps that started protruding from his sides.

With a roar to express the ecstasy flowing through him, the otter watched in fascination as the lumps expanded outward, thick masses of flesh that twisted and flowed and formed themselves into… arms. Within moments, he had a new second set of arms, just below his original ones. They were identical, just as beautifully muscled.

The otter flexed his new arms experimentally; surprised at how good and natural they felt. He used these lower arms to grasp at his cock, while he used his upper arms to massage his new muscles. As he ran his hands over his chest, he found there was now a ‘G’ picked out in black fur across his pecs.

The now four armed Gadgeteer pumped at his cock, closing his eyes and losing himself in the pleasure of his new body, loving every inch of it, every sensation it brought him. And the rhino who had given it to him…

The thought of the Transformer made him orgasm, his body shuddering as his large pulsing cock shot thick strands of milky white cum, splattering the ground in front of him. He desperately tried to cling to the orgasm as long as possible, pumping and milking his cock of every possible drop of his seed he could manage.

But eventually, it subsided, leaving Gadgeteer feeling tired and spent, but oh so good. This was such an utterly fantastic and incredible new body. He really had to thank Master for it…

Master. As soon as he thought the word, he realised with every fibre of his being that the Transformer was his Master. The one he would serve and devote himself to forever.

He looked at the rhino, feeling a surge of adoration for him. Gadgeteer fell to his knees in front of him.

“Thank you so much, Master!” He said, enthusiastically. “Thank you so much for granting me this new body and making me yours!”

“That’s quite all right.” The Transformer smiled, patting his new superhero slave on the head. “You turned out very well. The extra arms were a bit of an experiment, but I think they work. And they should prove useful, allow you to work on your gadgets all the more quickly. That is, when you’re not jerking off and working on them at the same time!” He laughed.

Gadgeteer smiled at the suggestion. His cock was already feeling like it was ready to go again. He assumed his transformation had included some kind of enhanced sex drive. The thought of playing with his meat while building his gadgets was turning him on…

“But more seriously,” The rhino said. “I do have a lot of gadgets I want built for my plans.”

“Of course, Master!” Said the muscle-bound, four armed otter, eager to please. “I will build you anything you want!”

The Transformer smiled warmly at him. “I know you will.” He was suddenly thoughtful. “You need a new name. Gadgeteer is who you used to be. You’re someone new now. Hmm, but what to call you…?”

The rhino paced up and down for a few seconds, thinking, before reaching a decision. “You’re one of my minions now, one of my goons if you will. So… you are now Gadget Goon!”

The massive otter grinned broadly at his new name. “Thank you, Master!”

“And now, I did promise Critter here you and he could be fuck buddies.” The Transformer chuckled. “So I’ll give you two a chance to get started on that. Ten minutes, whatever you want to do with each other, and then I need you to get to work. Have fun, my Gadget Goon!” He waved a hand in Critter’s direction.

The otter needed no further prompting and launched himself at the muscle-bound badger kneeling nearby. An instant later, the two of them were rolling around on the floor together, kissing and groping and grinding against each other, moaning and squealing in pleasure, each trying to be the first to penetrate the other’s ass with his thick cock.

The Transformer watched his two massively muscled superhero slaves in amusement. He knew it was unlikely either would manage to get the upper hand enough to fuck the other in ten minutes, but they would have a lot of fun trying.

Overall, enslaving Gadgeteer had gone very well. And the otter’s ability to invent almost anything would prove very useful to him.

After all, he had many other superheroes to transform into his minions…

To Be Continued…