Unmasked

CW: Diapers

Mightyman laughed as he smashed into the abandoned warehouse, his nemesis Terroar a giant half human, half lion hybrid was said to be hiding here with a new mysterious weapon. Mightyman wasn’t worried though, he had defeated Terroar thousands of times and actually enjoyed beating the shit out of the furry bastard. Hovering above the ground the super strength hero looked around when suddenly a light, cheap rope net fell on top of him.


“Is this some kind of joke Terroar? A net?” Mightyman laughed at the ridiculous attempt to trap him.


“Nets have always been your weakness, you can never escape when caught in one.” A deep growling voice echoed throughout the warehouse.


Mightyman was about to laugh again, when suddenly he fell from his hovering position to the ground and into some barrels. The net was now impossibly heavy and no matter how much Mightyman tried to fly or use his god like strength nothing happened. He was completely trapped!

 

“How have you done this?! What trickery is this you vile beast?!” Mightyman shouted from under the cheap netting.


“No trick, just the truth.” Terroar smirked as he walked out from behind a pile of debris. “You see my new ring?” The giant lion man lifted his meaty paw and showed a glowing ring.” It’s an artefact from a time long gone, it allows me to change things. It lets me make everything I say become reality.” Terroar almost purred as he said it, walking closer to the trapped Mightyman.


“Impossible! This has to be some kind of nanotech net with almonite threading! Argh my one weakness!” Mightyman said while continuing to struggle.


“I see you don’t believe my new power. How about a more practical demonstration Mightyman?” Terroar smiled revealing his huge pointy teeth. “Mightyman will obey all of my commands without hesitation, he is completely under my control. When I remove the net you will stand and remain silent until your next instruction.” The ring on Terroar’s paw started to glow and then the titan lion pulled the net away from the trapped hero.


Mightyman’s initial reaction was to fly full power at his arch enemy but his body refused to obey his commands, instead he found himself calmly standing up and waiting. The hero tried to speak but his voice was confined to his internal monologue, all Mightyman could do was wildly look around and try to figure a way out of the trap he now found himself in.


“You believe me now, Mightyman?” Terroar growled, the giant villain moved his paw over the frozen man until he grabbed his face “Time to finally see who is under the mask!”. While Mightyman struggled to regain control, Terroar grabbed his mask and slowly pulled it over his head, his true identity finally revealed. The giant lion man's smile faded quickly from his face as he looked at the unmasked face of his rival. “Who are you?” The bestial man growled.


“I’m Jake Thompson… I am Mightyman.” Mightyman found himself blurting out without his consent, his secret identity completely shattered.


“Well Jake I don’t think you are going to be Mightyman for much longer.” Terroar smiled as the ring on his paw started to glow. “There is a large full length mirror in front of you, you will strip down until you are naked and stand in front of it.”


Mightyman’s eyes went wide with fear and confusion at the request, he would never take orders from his enemy, he would never humiliate himself like that, he would break free of this control. Mightyman continued to say these things over and over in his head as his body stripped off his super suit, kicked his boots away, pulled his spandex briefs down and stood naked as a huge mirror materialised from nothing to appear before him. Mightyman was left standing at his muscular body, his big biceps, toned abs, puffed out chest, strong legs and of course his massive cock. The superhero was certainly mighty in all areas of his body and while he was proud of his physique, he took the most pride in his fat 9 inch dick. However, standing naked in front of his arch nemesis, in a cold warehouse and his cock and body on display, he didn’t exactly feel prideful. In fact he felt vulnerable, he had no idea how Terroar was making him do these things, surely a ring couldn’t be this powerful? Perhaps he was working with other villains, maybe it was one of Psychobrain’s chemical compounds? But then how did he make the mirror appear? Mightyman was trying desperately to think of a way out when Terroar stepped next to him and both stared at their reflections. 

“Such a perfect specimen. Such a perfect hero… but once I am through with you, you will be far from perfect and I doubt anyone will call you a hero. Now let’s make some changes.” The brute leered closer to Mightyman as the captured hero desperately tried to free himself from the ring’s control. “Let’s make sure you never bother me and my plans ever again. All of your superpowers are gone, no more flight and no more super strength.”


Mightyman wanted to believe that it was just bluster and Terroar trying to humiliate him further but something inside him felt different, his muscles normally felt constantly energised and even flexing use to feel good, but this sensation instantly faded. His feet normally felt light and with just a light step upwards he would have been able to take flight and glide effortlessly through the sky but now his feet felt dense and heavy. It was as if gravity had taken hold of him for the first time and now was never letting go. Mightyman didn’t want to believe it but his powers, what made him a hero were gone and all with the utterance of a sentence. Both panicked and scared Mightyman tried to deny what happened but he could feel the change in his body, he was no longer superpowered which meant his situation was now a hundred times more dire. Even if he were to free himself how would he fight off an eight foot muscular lion man! Now standing naked and powerless, Mightyman felt even more humiliated and scared, Terroar was now an actual threat!


The giant beast smiled, he could see the panic and fear in the hero's eyes and it only motivated him to continue. “No powers is a good start but you still seem too ‘mighty’ to me.” The beast man then looked down at the giant cock swinging between Mightyman’s thighs and then looked back up at Mightyman. The trapped hero knew actually what he was talking about and immediately began to panic and struggle again. “Mightyman has a pathetic one inch cock between his legs that looks the same hard as it does flaccid” The massive lion man then belly laughed.


Mightyman didn’t want to believe it but as he was forced to look at his reflection he could see his cock twitch and see it being sucked up into his body. Frantically trying to escape his prison Mightyman could do nothing as he lost inch after inch of his cock. The long thick monster of cock had already become average size and was rapidly shrinking away. Mightyman wanted to believe it was a trick and it was just the mirror showing him his now 4 inch much thinner dick but he couldn’t deny the feeling of his cock retracting and retreating. Mightyman could only whimper as he lost three more inches and the girth of his cock until it was nothing but a shrivelled white worm resting on the top of his balls, making them look gigantic in comparison. His shrimpy little dick wouldn’t hang anymore, it wouldn’t sway with his balls, it was far too little. Instead it was just a swollen mushroom head on a thin little stalk, when it would get hard it would move ½ an inch upwards but stay the exact same size. Never again would Mightyman be using his cock for sex, never again would he be lying with a harem of girls and having them worship his thick veiny cock. Now his cock was just for pissing, just a minute little wee wee. 

Mightyman’s pathetic little nub twitched a bit before retreating a little more from the cold of the warehouse, his humiliation was made worse from the booming laughter of his enemy who couldn’t help but point at his now miniscule equipment. “Nothing mighty about that little nub!” Terroar laughed as he continued to chuckle at the tiny cock he had given his enemy. He looked at Mightyman and the sadness in his eyes and it only made him want to continue his humiliation. “Don’t worry Mightyman, although it’s small it sure is special” Terroar’s tone changed again to mock sympathy and condescension. “See while you don’t have super strength anymore you do have super sperm production! This little cock and balls now produce five thousand times the amount of sperm a normal male makes, in fact although it looks like a shrimp it cums like a blue whale! You literally cum buckets!” Terroar bellowed making the warehouse shake and Mightyman whimper in fear.


Mightyman could feel a churning in his balls, he thought that they may grow to an extreme proportion but they remained unchanged and looked just as pathetic as his tiny one incher. Instead he could feel something inside of them swirling and mixing, the sensation then started to build, like a container slowly filling up. Mightyman’s eyes went wide as he almost felt like he wanted to piss, his cock and balls felt like they needed release, that they needed to unload the vast amount of cum that was being produced. Mightyman let out a pathetic squeak as his tiny little cock starts to leak, it was too small and too weak to hold it all back. Like a slow running tap and steady gloopy trickle of cum started dripping from his tiny cock and pooling on the floor. The need for release was still there but the leaking made sure it wasn’t maddening. Mightyman could feel himself becoming more frantic and emotional as he felt the uneasy pressure in his balls, the constant sensation of fullness keeping him distracted and the humiliating reflection of him leaking cum uncontrollably. He tried to hold it in but his useless cock was nowhere near strong enough to hold back super sperm. Mightyman dreaded when he would actually cum, he could only imagine a fire hose and his poor little nozzle wiggling like crazy as gallons of cum fired out.


“Oh dear Mightyman, could you not hold it in?” Terroar chuckled as he looked at the leaky cum spout between the hero's legs. “Do you think you could save the city now, Mightyman? Use that mighty amount of cum?” Terroar laughed again at the destruction of his nemesis. “Don’t worry you ain’t no one pump chump, you fill up almost instantly everytime you unload your ‘mighty’ weapon!”


By now a puddle of cum had already formed under Mightyman and a slight stink had started to waft around the warehouse. “How about it Mightyman should I send you back out into the city, you using your tiny cock and cum to save the day? Do you reckon they would still cheer your name?”


Mightyman could only pull a distressed face and make frantic eye movements to show his hatred of the idea. The humiliation of running around naked and showing off his tiny dick only to shoot litres of cum over everything would just be too much. His reputation would be in the gutter and his whole life would be a joke. All Mightyman could do was pray that Terroar showed some mercy and didn’t make him face the public like this!


“Don’t worry. I’m not going to do that.” Terroar said while patronisingly patting Mightyman on the head “There is still fun to be had. Like how you still look too much like a hero, too strong, too dashing.” Terroar ran his paws over the muscular body of his trapped foe, admiring the strength for a fleeting moment before getting back to business. “Mightyman is no longer muscular, fit and young but instead is an obese, hairy middle-aged man with a large sagging beergut”


Mightyman wanted to scream as he heard Terroar’s words, he wanted to suddenly regain control and his powers and use his strength to beat the lion faced monster to a bloody pulp. Perhaps, in another story Mightyman’s resolve, his inner strength and his belief in a just world would have allowed him to break free and save the day, his powers would return stronger than ever and he would even gain a new one, he would imprison Terroar and the world would return to normal. Sadly, this is not that story as the former hero had to watch his muscles fade and fat swell from every part of his body.


Mightyman just wanted to look away, he couldn’t bear to watch his destruction any further but his eyes remained focussed on his reflection watching in detail as each of his muscles weakened and faded. Those biceps deflated like balloons, his abs were erased, his legs and arms became thin and weak, even his butt flattened. For just a split moment he looked like a starving, underweight teen but then the fat started to expand and his hair started sprouting all over his body. Mightyman man watched in horror as his arms and legs stayed weak but became flabby and soft, his nipples expanded as a pair of man tits grew from his chest and his belly plumped up and took on round ball-like shape. His thighs expanded until they pushed into each other, constantly rubbing against each other and squeezing his balls. His little dick looked even smaller as a fat pad grew around it, swallowing it up. It started off as dark wiry hair growing across his body, his belly, back, arms and legs. It then grew thicker and more dense down his arse crack and his pubes, again hiding more of his minuscule dick. Then much to Mightyman’s disgust the hair started to grey and soon the carpet of dark hair covering him looked more like salt and pepper. When his belly finished expanding it was the size of a yoga ball, bloated and soft, blocking Mightyman’s view of his cock and his feet. Some age spots appeared on his body, wrinkles appeared around his face, then to finish off his changes the hair on his head fell out leaving him completely bald. Gone was the young, fit, muscular hung superhero that was Mightyman and instead was a tiny dicked, constantly cum-leaking, obese, beer bellied, middle aged bear. He was now unrecognisable.

Terroar bellowed with laughter again, causing Mightyman to now blush with embarrassment, he was no hero anymore, just a freak with a small dick and super sperm producing balls. He was weak, fat and old, he was completely at the mercy of his nemesis. Mightyman could no longer contain his emotions and his eyes started to water and his fear started to take over. Even if someone came to rescue him now they would have to see him like this, would they even know it was him? Would they be able to reverse it? Mightyman was trying to hold out for some kind of resolution, an end to his nightmare, a hero to save him. But instead he just whimpered, his belly wobbled and his feet were now surrounded by a large cold puddle of cum. Terroar also seemed to notice this and even his face was disgusted.


“Your leaking is more disgusting than I thought, we will have to fix that” Terroar grimaced as he took a small step back so his own feet would not touch the growing puddle of fluid. Mightyman had hoped this meant that his new super sperm would be reversed, after all so much had been taken from him already, but he was sorely misunderstood. “A diaper for Mightyman, in fact a super diaper! One that can contain all of his expulsions but will grow the more it absorbs.”


Mightyman wanted to scream as he heard the words spoken to him, he begged and pleaded in his head for this not to happen, for his world to not be destroyed any further but all he was met with was an evil smile from his tormentor. Mightyman started sobbing as he watched a diaper form around his crotch and cover his tiny dick, the puffy soft material expanding and growing wrapping around his butt. This was no ordinary diaper, it was a super diaper so it grew bigger and rounder. Mightyman felt his legs get pushed apart as the diaper expanded, making him always walk with an awkward waddle. The material grew until it was impossible to hide, then with a loud crinkly ripple a bright purple covering appeared over the diaper and on the front was a large M, the same M that used to represent Mightyman.

“Mightyman can now turn any diaper into a super diaper. In fact this is now the only thing Mightyman can wear” Terroar said his voice heavy with enjoyment as his enemy was now an obese diaper wearing loser.


The villain loved what he had done to Mightyman, the devastation on the hero’s face was just delicious. It was almost like he craved more, or the ring did. “I can see the hate in your eyes, Mightyman. I know you would do anything to get revenge. I bet the old you might have even succeeded at making a plan and even come closer to defeating me, even in your pathetic state… but that’s not you anymore. You are lazy and slovenly, you lack the motivation to fight back. In fact you even lack the motivation to find a toilet anymore, what’s the point after all you do wear diapers now. Every time you think of revenge you will get tired, distracted and hungry. You aren’t built to be a hero anymore, you’re just a loser in a diaper!” As the ring glowed on Terroar’s finger his eyes glowed an ominous red. “This is so much fun!” Terroar roared “ Everytime someone calls you Mightyman you will fill your diaper from either end I don’t care. When embarrassed you will suck your thumb and if anyone tries to rescue you, your weight will quadruple making you a immobile blob until they leave you alone and you go back to your normal diaper form. You are my plaything now!” Terroar boomed and Mightyman quaked in fear.


Mightyman wanted to resist but now even that was pointless, any motivation to return to his old self faded fast. He knew this wasn’t what he looked like, he knew he was a hero, he knew that was a living nightmare but any resolve he once had was gone. Any fight or resilience was taken from him, he hated what he had become, he was deeply humiliated by his own reflection but he now possessed no drive or motivation to change it. Mightyman was never going to fight back he was never going to defeat Terroar. He was trapped.


“Do you like the new you?” Terroar grinned at his diapered creation.


“Please have mercy, please turn me back.” Mightyman started to sob.


“No I much prefer you like this, in fact you will stay like this forever unless I decide to change you again.”


“Forever?” Mightyman looked up at his captor, tears streaming down his face and his thumb now deep in his mouth.


“Yes, now put back on your mask. We need everyone to know it's you.”


Mightyman cried as he put his old mask on and looked back at himself, from the muscular, young, hung super stud he once was to now, old, fat, cum leaking, thumb sucking, diaper freak.


“You will be an example to anyone who wishes to oppose me. You will stand guard at my new lair. If people don’t recognise you then you will tell them who you are and what you have become. Do you understand?!”


“Yesthhh” Mightyman whimpered through his thumb in his mouth


“Good, then who are you?” Terroar smiled


“I’m Mightyman euurgghhhh” because of uttering his own name, the former hero suddenly felt his cock twitch and immediately erupt, 20 gallons of cum shot from his tiny dick, pump after pump, bucket after bucket was pushed into his super diaper.  So much cum was released that it swelled his diaper until it hung down to his knees, the disgusting garment leaking cum and squelching as Mightyman tried to comprehend what had just happened to him.


Terroar once again erupted with laughter at his new pet struggling to waddle around in his now enormous diaper. After five minutes of watching his former nemesis trying to stay upright and the crinkling and squishing sounds of the full diaper, Terroar was finally able to catch his breath to speak. “That’s who you were! But from now on you will be MIGHTYMESS the biggest joke on the planet!” Terroar laughed as the new name emblazoned itself across the back of the oversized diaper and the former Mightyman was left crying and sucking his thumb.


“Now follow me, I have much work to do” Terroar smiled as he walked away, the squishy, suckling sounds behind. The villain grinning, couldn’t help himself as he walked he shouted “MIGHTYMAN MIGHTYMAN MIGHTYMAN”


Leaving the former hero cumming and pooping himself and dragging an oversized diaper behind him.