Grimmlord 2.11 (Patreon)

Grimmlord took a quick shower. He felt so much better. Having scratched one itch, he felt like hitting the street and beating down a few thugs. He’d been afraid that giving in to “her” would radically change him somehow, make him forever something less than Grimmlord. Instead, he felt like he’d almost hit a reset button— mentally, he felt more like himself than he had in quite some time.

There was just one big problem: the things Danger Cat had discovered about his suit made any adventuring dangerous, to the say the least. It could power down. It flood him with hormones, stimulants, depressants. But, he really needed to hit something!

Maybe I can fix it? He decided. I should at least try. He went to the underwear draw and picked a bra out from the ones Danger Cat had gotten for him. Now that he’d done the nasty girl style, he didn’t feel like putting on a bra was any great danger to his male ego, and Danger Cat had been proven very correct. With breasts as large as his, support was a necessity. 

There were some sports bras on the mix—, but his eyes were drawn to a black bra with lace cups, little bows on the straps. Feminine, mysterious, he found himself wondering what it would feel like to wear something like that. He wanted to see himself— pretty? Sexy? His mind flitted back to his past girlfriends, and just how cute they’d looked when they put on the sexy lingerie, the soft swelling of their cleavage framed by the delicate lace. Then, he remembered the first time he’d seen some soft porn as a 12 year old boy, and how his face had grown hot at the sight of that lace. It did embarrass him a little bit thinking of himself now being the one with the shadowy valley between his girls, the pretty lace, but the truth was seeing a woman in a sports bra had always turned him on like crazy.

How to put it on? He’d loved to watch his girls getting dressed, doing their makeup. So, he remembered more than once seeing them put the bra on backwards, hook it and then spin it around. He did that now, his heart racing with excitement, almost like he was dressing a hot girlfriend and not himself, and then he slipped his slender arms through the straps, lifted and settled his soft, heavy breasts into the cups. Slipping his thumbs under the straps, he adjusted them on his shoulders, becoming aware of the weight pulling against them, the feeling of the strap across his back, tight. He wiggled his shoulders. He could still feel his boobs jiggle, but they were definitely more secure than when he went bra-less.

He was about the head to the mirror when his eyes fell on the lacy, black panties that matched the bra. He picked them up, holding the delicate, semi-transparent little piece of fabric in his hands. In for a penny, in for a pound? He thought. Just to see what it feels like, he decided. This is the first and last time!

He stepped into the panties, wiggling his hips as he pulled them into place, feeling the soft fabric pull tight against his sex. “Oh!” He thought. “That’s different.” Pensively, he went to the mirror.

Apex and Spellbinder streaked across the sky, heading towards Danger Cat’s mansion. “I’ll be right back,” Spellbinder called. “I’m going to astral project to warn Danger Cat.”

“Go for it. I’ll keep flying here with your material form.”

Spellbinder could essentially set her body to autopilot when she astrally projected, leaving it to perform a function— like, fly straight. Her eyes went blank as she sent her spirit out to find Danger Cat…

Who was beating the hell out of a sandbag, working out some insane tension. Seeing Grimmlord so horny, knowing it was HIM inside that super charged, sexy female, had gotten her a little worked up. And then, well, she’d done something bad. She’d waited outside the door and listened while he got himself off, and for some reason the idea of the big, tough, bad ass Grimmlord playing with a dildo? Well, it had lit her up in ways she’d never imagined possible.

As she’d been punching the bag, she’d been imagining Grimmlord in a corset, his face made up in sultry night colors, hot red lipstick, perched on stiletto heels, dancing for her, tossing his hair, giggling.

“Danger Cat!” A voice suddenly shouted.
Danger Cat spun, her high flying kick slashing right through Spellbinder’s astral form. “Ouch!” Spellbinder said, falling back.

“What? Don’t sneak up on me like that!” Danger Cat said.

“It’s an emergency. Grimmlord may be in great danger.”

“Why? What happened?”

“Just get to him. I’m on my way with—“

Spellbinder suddenly vanished.

“Shit.” Danger Cat ran to the costumator and jumped into the tube.

Grimmlord ’s mind was shattering, and he was overcome with bubbling feelings of femininity. As soon he’d stepped in front of the mirror and seen his dangerous curves, wrapped up so sweetly in those lacy little confections, it was like something in his brain had short circuited. There she was— a version of hundreds of girls he’d looked at via porn, a version of his hot girlfriends, dressed to seduce, and he was her now, and it was almost too much to bear as he found himself turned on both by the sight of this stunning woman as well as turned on being that stunning woman. He’d struck poses. Pouted. Smiled. Turned to the side, ass back, tits out, turned around and looked back over his shoulder at his tiny waist, the dramatic flare of his hips, the perfect, tone, heart shaped ass. Overcome, he’d gone to the closet and slipped on a pair of pumps, tottering, giggling, looking at himself, feeling so— vulnerable and yet so powerful. His legs looked great in those heels, and though it didn’t seem possible, his ass was even more heavenly.

As Grimmlord found himself lost in a cloudy haze of feminine pride, alarms sounded, There was a loud crashing, and the whole house seemed to shake. “Intruder! Intruder!”

“Oh, shit!” Not wanting to get caught in his bedroom boy toy outfit, Grimmlord took a few dainty, uncertain steps toward the dresser, wobbling on his heels. He was just about to kick them off, when a wall lit up and burned to ash. Grimmlord raised his skinny little arms in a combat position, only to gasp with relief. “Apex!”

Apex let his eyes drift up and down Grimmlord’s hourglass figure. Seeing him in that lingerie, in heels, it made him swallow, his manhood immediately stiffening. “Let’s go,” he grumbled.

“Where?”

But in a flash Apex had scooped Grimmlord into his arms, and the two of them rocketed off into the sky. Grimmlord had no choice but the throw his arms around Apex’ shoulders, and rest his head against the man’s powerful chest. Of course, his mind was full of questions, but he was calm and relaxed. Apex was strong, and Grimmlord felt safe in his arms.