Patreon Poll: A Flash of Pink

"Dammit," Barry Allen cursed under his breath as he raced down the street at lightning speed. He had heard rumors about some new villainess targeting supers in the last couple months, but until then he hadn't witnessed what she could do. He couldn't get it out of his mind the image of The Huntress getting reduced to a teenybopper in a purple poodle skirt. The normally snarky and stoic woman turning to him and giggling as she twirled her dark ponytail,

"Like, WOW! The Flash! I'm a HUGE fan!" She bit her lower lip, "Wanna grab a malt sometime?"

Barry shook his head, "Dammit, no, okay... think Barry think," he forced the image out of his head for now, nothing he could do about it yet. Maybe Dr. Fate or Zatanna could find a way to undo this... He knew that whatever this was definitely went beyond just hypnosis or some basic magic trick... it was like she warped reality around the victim. He thought of the stories of Bats and Superman, neither had escaped her earliest attacks, and those losses were a major hit to the team.

Barry turned a corner ending up beside the beach, slowing slightly. He should be well-enough away from her... just need to find a safe place to get beamed up back to the station and- Wait, why was he gliding? He noticed his fast feet had slowed, but the momentum was making him glide on what felt like... he looked down, ROLLER BLADES!? He tried to stop, but the wheels continued to carry him, though at rapidly slowing speed. His red uniform hugged and pressed tight to his form, he heard ripping, but other sensations were taking priority. He moaned as his form began losing muscle, his frame becoming slender as the costume tore along his cute midriff. He shook his head, cowl shredding as long bright blonde locks began to push out. He had to fight this off... had to contact the team and- the thought was interrupted by a sharp tightness and sudden feminine moan as she felt her lower costume form into a snug pair of booty shorts. The skating motion began to feel more natural as she continued to slow down, chest and ass jiggling with each sway and glide. She felt a haze building in her mind. She tried to reach her headset to send out an extraction order, but gasped when her manicured fingers only felt her new hoop earrings. She could fight this... she had to... oh?

Down the beach, a group of big guys were playing volleyball. She slid to a stop when one of them turned to her and smiled. Her heart raced as he approached her, "Hey babe, you want to play ball?" He towered over her, the girl couldn't help but twirl her hair idly as her eyes scanned him up and down. He stepped closer, "You know how to play, right?" He smirked down at her. Her breasts heaved with each breath as her strawberry lipgloss sparkled. She knew how to play, she played in highschool last year and... uhm... was that right? No, no she needed help! She needed to find- A large, strong hand grabbing her ass brought her back to the present, "Or maybe, you'll need some private lessons?" Her eyes fluttered as she felt herself pulled closer. She could hear the other guys chattering or cheering, she stroked his rock hard abs, fingers delicately caressing lower as she looked up at him with an agreeable smile. He turned and started to guide her back towards the hotels off the beach, clearly not intending a lesson in sports.

The boy was definitely moving fast, and that's exactly how Barbie preferred it.