Grimmlord 2.16 (Patreon)

Melissa Goldberg was running through some final details with her producer when Danger Kitty arrived. She’d ridden up to the news room in an elevator, and when the doors swooshed open there was a sudden hush that startled Melissa to attention.

She turned to see a gorgeous woman in the elevator, with big, bashful eyes and a bright smile. She seemed amused at the way everyone was reacting to her, but in addition to her celebrity, she also had a stunning, hourglass figure wrapped tight in black leather that celebrated each of her dangerous curves.

Looking utterly comfortable with all the eyes drinking her in, she moved from the elevator, and Melissa observed her walk and her movements were now utterly feminine, demure, elegant. Could this possibly be the Grimmlord, that brutal, fearsome man who had used his fists to beat down countless criminals?

Spotting her former nemesis, Danger Kitty called out, “Melissa!” Melissa noticed right away how his once gruff mumbling intonations had now given way to a pleasant sing song, a fluttering, girlish inflection. Danger Kitty quickened her step just enough to demonstrate her affection for Melissa without giving away any of her elegance, and the two hugged, exchanged air kisses.

“You look great!” Danger Kitty said. “You have to tell me where you got those earrings.”

“Oh, stop,” Melissa said, though she couldn’t help but enjoy praise from such a beautiful woman, and a celebrity no less. “You look— gorgeous. More beautiful than I remembered.”

Danger Kitty knew she was beautiful, and she’d come to love it, but she also knew she was expected to display a certain degree of feminine modesty. “You’re so sweet. I really need to get to the gym more often!”

“I am sorry to interrupt,” the producer said, obviously not sorry in the least. ‘I need to borrow Melissa for a moment? Jordan will show you to the green room. We’ll call you in 15-20 minutes. You need anything?”

“I’m fine,” Danger Kitty said, giving Melissa a finger wave goodbye as the two went their separate ways.

Jordan led Danger Kitty to the green room, where she found Noemi, aka Danger Cat, waiting for her. As soon as Jordan closed the door, Noemi smiled and said, “Hey, bitch.”

“You made it!” Danger Kitty said. Once more, hugs and air kisses followed, then to two women sat down. Danger Kitty pulled her mask back, and ran a slender hand through her long, thick hair.

“Are you still stuck with the hair? I thought your—?”

“Not stuck. Apex likes it, and it’s grown on me. Haha!”

“Jasmine. you can’t change everything about yourself to please your man. It is still Jasmine?”

“Everything about me was changed to please my man. And, yes, I am still going by Jasmine in my real life. It’s for the timeline.”

“Hmmmn. You’ve sacrificed everything for the timeline.”

“For my children.”

“It just seems a little much sometimes. Like that lingerie you got for your honeymoon? Was that really so vital for the timeline?”

“It worked,” Jasmine said, biting her lip as she remembered. “Apex couldn’t wait to tear it off me!”

“And you had to get up and dance on the stripper pole at your bachelorette party? Really? To that level of precision? How could skipping that have altered the timeline?”

“Who knows?” Jasmine said, rolling her eyes. “It’s better not to take chances. We are talking saving lives, Noemi!”

“I know, it’s just—“

“Miss Kitty? We’re ready for you,” Jordan said through the door.

“Time to do this,” Jasmine said, pulling her mask back on.

Noemi gave her a hug and a real kiss on the cheek. “You sure you want to do this? I mean, you can have some privacy.”

“This is what we did,” Danger Kitty said. “It’s the way it is or was.”

“Okay. See you after.”

As Jasmine left, Noemi couldn’t help back admire his tiny waist, the rise of that perfect ass. It was hard to even remember that her lover was inside that gorgeous body now, living a new life. Also, she was jealous of his ass. A little. A lot.

As Jasmine headed toward the stage, she found herself fretting. Where was Apex? He’d promised—

A rush of wind announced his arrival as he suddenly appeared beside her, slipping an arm around her waist. “Babe,” he said, kissing her on the head.

“Honey,” Jasmine said, feeling instantly calm, warm as she let her hand read on his back, feeling the edge of his shoulder blade.

They were announced, they walked out onto the soundstage as the audience applauded. Bright lights. Cameras. Melissa smiling and asking questions. Jasmine sat smiling, Apex’ hand on her knee, she covering his hand with her own. After some preliminary banter, Melissa asked the question.

“So, I hear you two have some exciting news?”

“We do,” Apex said, giving a loving look to the woman sitting next to him, then turning to the cameras. “We are expecting our first child!”

Applause. Jasmine blushed and smiled.

Apex, for his part, had loved the idea of the big announcement. He was proud that this gorgeous woman was his, and that she would bare his children. She was a fine, healthy female, and he already knew she was going to be a wonderful mother. He wanted to tell the whole world.

“I’m the luckiest man in the world,” he said. “She’s really sweet, and I know she will make a perfect mother!”

“And he’s going to be a great father!” Jasmine said. “We’re so happy!”

Up in the Justice Collective satellite, the rest of the gang watched— Spellbinder, Pronto, Marksman and Simulata. “He looks so happy!” Spellbinder said. “He’s glowing!”

“Jerk!” Pronto said, still jealous that Apex had won the heart of the lovely little lass Grimmlord had become. It made no difference to him about the timeline and all that— he wanted her, bad, and he knew he probably always would.

“I meant Grimmlord,” Spellbinder said.

Back at the studio, Melissa was wrapping up the interviews. “Well, the villains of New Amsterdam better watch out! You’e going to be hormonal as hell!”

Jasmine giggled. “Danger Kitty is hanging up her whiskers. Now that I’m in the family way.”

“So, is this the last we’ll see of Danger Kitty?” Melissa asked, thinking this as big a story as the pregnancy.

“I am retiring from crime fighting to be—“ the world seemed to flicker, wobble. “a full time wife and—“ more flickering— “mother.”

Simulata sat up, her processor scanning all file, comparing, collating.

“I wouldn’t let her,” Apex said. “She’s my wife, and I want her to be safe.”

“And the baby,” Jasmine said.

“Awwwwww,” the audience said, moved.

“But the criminals of New Amsterdam should not take this as a free pass. I will be on patrol, so don’t get any ideas!”

Grimmlord suddenly found himself sitting there, legs crossed, holding hands with Apex. He was suddenly aware of the weight of his breasts, the way his costume squeezed and hugged them. Nothing felt right. He was a man. One hand crept to his belly. I’m pregnant, he realized. I’m having a baby?

In a dark room, a man chomped on his cigar, frantically pushing controls, a woman stood behind him, anxious.

Jasmine smiled. Shook her head. Smiled for the cameras as her husband finished the interview. Whatever thought had crossed her mind, had upset her, she pushed away. Apex would take care of her, plan and order their lives. She didn’t need to worry about it. She didn’t need to think or worry about anything!

They interview ended, she and Apex walked off stage together, hand in hand. She gazed up at him, lovingly, admiring him for his masculine strength. He kissed her and was off, and there was Noemi, ready for a trip to the nail salon, dinner, maybe some shopping!

“That was close,” the cigar man said. “But, we got him.”

On the screens were images of Grimmlord’s transformation, his public kiss with Apex. Grimmlord in his wedding gown, looking so sweet and happy, the blushing bride. There he was in his bikini on the beach during their honeymoon, flaunting his perfect body. There was even a picture of him on the night of the honeymoon, when his first child was conceived. He was on his back, eyes closed, hands buried in his hair, soft thighs spread as Apex thrust into him.

“I almost can’t believe he fell for it,” the woman said. “All of them fell for it.”

“Well, you hired the best psyche engineer for a reason,” cigar man said, taking a puff from his cigar, blowing a smoke ring into the air.

The woman laughed, looking at the pictures of Grimmlord. She revelled in the transformation of his body from rock hard man to soft, curvy woman. He was going to be a mother now! A wife! It was too delicious!

And his children would grow up to be the worst super-villains the world had ever known!

End Part Two