Circe, one of the most powerful sorceresses in the universe, was known for changing men into pigs and other lower animals. In her battles with Wonder Woman and the Justice League, she had always managed to slip away in the end.
Now, as Guy Gardner finished altering her body and mind, she felt helpless for the first time in her centuries of life.
"That ought to about do it," Guy commented, observing the massive breasts and curvaceous figure he had endowed Circe with. He had left her mind much as it was, only now she was compelled to obey the commands of any man. The fact that her mind was still her own only made her enslavement worse: she knew she was being debased and controlled, but could do nothing about it.
"All set to go to the big party tonight?" Guy asked mockingly. Circe was now wearing a tiny microskirt, six-inch heels, and a sexy tube-top that barely contained her massive tits.
"Gardner!" The sorceress screamed. "Change me back you dog!"
"Be nice," Guy snapped, and Circe's face immediately shifted from a grimace of hate to a pleasant, coy smile. Inside, Circe's mind boiled, but she couldn't resist the crazy Green Lantern's instructions.
Behind Guy (along with Wonder Woman and Jade) stood Tigra and Tefe Holland, Swamp Thing's daughter. Both were villains who had plagued heroes in the past. Now Tigra's animalistic ferocity and Tefe's plant control powers were at Guy's disposal. The two women, like Circe, had also been modified into docile, big-breasted bimbos.
Guy commanded Circe to come closer.
"We have to try you out before the big party tonight," he explained. "Now give me a blowjob, the best one I've ever had."
As the sorceress reached to undo Guy's pants, the ex-Green Lantern smiled broadly. It was going to be one wild night.
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Far out in space, a large stack of intergalactic credits changed hands. The recipient grunted, puffing on a gigantic cigar.
The other person spoke. "Remember, he has new powers now. A ring again. We don't really know what has happened to him."
The smoker laughed, a harsh sound. "And you say he's now a [i]pimp[/i]?"
"Yes. Are you sure you can fulfill this contract?"
"I ought to feed you yer guts for even asking that question. Trust me, Guy Gardner is someone I've wanted to get my hands on for a long, long time. He's as good as dead."
"Excellent. Then we will take our leave of you. We'll be in touch."
After watching his client board a small spacecraft and blast off, the smoker turned, hopped onto his own vehicle, and fired up its engine.
Flicking his cigar onto the gray sand of the asteroid, Lobo kicked his spacefrag 3000 into gear and shot into the inky void, heading for Earth.
"Maybe I'll sample your hos before I kill you, Gardner," he mused to himself. Then he shook his head with a grin. "No, I'll kill you first."
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