The lights in the lab dimmed slightly as most of the power was drained into the apparatus surrounding the table. Superman at first gasped, then started to scream quite loudly when “Zap!” … the electrical currents suddenly surged inside of the superhero. It was like twenty lightning bolts striking him all at once. His head shook, his back arched and his fists clenched as waves of electricity coursed throughout his entire body. Soon, his pecs were quivering, his ass cheeks were twitching, his cock and balls were jiggling from the series of high voltage shocks they were receiving.

As the computers electronically modified his metabolic structure while drugs drastically altered his chemical composition, Superman’s startling physical metamorphosis was happening right before the doctor’s very eyes. Although it was hard to improve upon this superhero’s already perfect physique, the transformation was indeed amazing. His formerly 6 feet 3 inch frame had very quickly grown to well over 7 foot tall. His muscles began to bulge and flex until they had practically doubled in size within a matter of minutes. Before long, his biceps were easily 30 inches round and his thighs were now as thick as tree trunks.

Inside Superman’s anus, similar changes were also taking place. His sphincter muscle had been stretched and strengthened by the ten inch wide electronic dildo device so he would now be able to accept all sizes of male members, as well as any man’s closed fist with ease. While his ass was being reshaped and reconfigured by the mechanical cock-shaped contraption, the steroid-based concoction flowing from the drip chamber through the catheter tube inserted into his urethral opening was having a very definite effect on the superhero’s once-foot long dick as well. The Man of Steel’s manhood now measured at least 18 inches in length and still counting. His testicles had become considerably larger too. In fact, Superman’s balls were now both so big, they would put any bull’s to shame. His testosterone levels had  appreciably increased as well so as to stimulate the superhero’s sperm production and dramatically boost his sex drive, thus ensuring that the hero will be horny at all times and he would always be ready to pump out a nice juicy load even under the worst of circumstances.

At the same time, Superman’s brain structure was undergoing some major modifications as well. The electricity buzzing from inside the helmet made it harder and harder for our hero to think for himself until he was no longer capable of independent thought. Soon, his brain activity had significantly decreased to the point that he was practically in a vegetative state. As the computerized headgear scanned the superhero’s now-dormant mind, it was able to locate where his personality, memories and emotions were stored and then permanently delete them from his consciousness. This allowed the computer to replace all of the information from Superman’s past with the new programming, instructions and commands which would shape his future. By the time the entire process was over, his very identity had been taken away from him, along with his own free will. What was left of Superman was little more than an automaton, a living, breathing robot incapable of doing anything other than following and obeying orders. The Man of Steel had just become a mere machine ’created’ for the express purpose of serving his vile inventor.

Dr. Sklavnmeister couldn’t help but notice that a tiny drop of pre-cum had leaked out of The Man of Steel’s engorged cockhead, almost as if to tempt him. As he attentively observed the bead of pre-ejaculatory fluid slowly trickle down the side of the superhero’s pulsating shaft until it finally landed onto the operating table, the salivating scientist licked his lips in anticipation. For the drooling doctor knew just how crucial Superman’s rare alien sperm was to his impending plans of world conquest. And this was only a small sample of what was sure to come. Soon the hard hero would be willing to supply a whole lot more of that super-powered seed of his just for this mad scientist and his evil cause.

After about a half-hour or so, the entire procedure neared completion. Superman’s scientifically enhanced body, which thrashed about before in violent convulsions during the conversion process, now lay there stiff and rigid as the computers had taken complete control of his mind. His muscular built was even more spectacular than it was before. His throbbing cock, now twice its previous length, was as hard as a rock and oozing streams of pre-cum. His eyes were closed shut and an oddly peaceful look had come over his face. As the machines shut themselves down, the room became eerily quiet, much more so than before. Superman, or whatever he was now, appeared to be in some kind of a coma, his only movements an occasional blink and the steady rise and fall of his bulging chest from breathing so heavily.

The doctor looked around the room as everyone else stared back at him. Did it work? He could hardly wait to find out. The mad scientist approached the table somewhat cautiously, as if expecting the mighty Man of Steel to leap off of the table at him. The leering doctor gazed down at the strapping superhero as he just laid there, still and silent. What to do now? With the other soldiers, it was easy. Their simple minds made their captures and conversions all go off without a hitch. But this was Superman, the greatest superhero of them all. Was it possible that he could be converted so easily as well?

Dr. Sklavnmeister ordered his lab assistants to unhook the patient from the devices and restraints. The mad scientist watched closely as the technicians carefully removed the electrodes off the superhero’s nipples, the catheter from his cock and the metal phallus out of his ass. Superman didn’t flinch, not even the slightest bit, a sign to the doctor that maybe, just maybe, it had worked. Even though he came across as confident and self-assured in front of his subject as well as his staff, inside the doctor was still a little unsure as to whether his methods would work on such a strong individual. Well, he would soon find out.

Finally, the lab technicians unplugged all of the wires from the helmet. The indicator lights on the front of the headwear stopped blinking as soon as his assistant took it off the patient‘s head. Like Private #01971, the doctor wanted to keep a constant link between Superman’s brain and his computers. But he also believed that a simple earpiece transmitter like the one his other soldier wore wouldn‘t be enough to keep this powerful superhero under his control. The evil scientist knew that Superman was far stronger than the average man and that he was lucky to have found a drug powerful enough to disable the hero long enough to conduct this experiment on him. So, to make sure that The Man of Steel’s free will and individuality could never resurface, a retractable needle inside the helmet had surgically implanted a computerized microchip deep within the superhero‘s very brain. Superman was now directly connected to the main computer. And if anyone ever attempted to remove the chip or override its circuits in any way, all of Superman’s bodily functions would immediately cease and he would most assuredly die that very instant.

The table lurched back to life again, this time returning to a vertical base. The doctor walked around to face his subject as his men backed away. The insentient Superman stood there perfectly still, his muscular arms down at his sides as if he was standing at attention, waiting to be inspected. His nipples were now even bigger than silver dollars and just begging to be pinched. His cock was at full mass and pointing straight at the doctor. His facial expression never changed, his eyes remained closed, his reprogrammed mind ready to receive its first command from his new Master.

Finally, the doctor gathered the courage to speak. Even though he had been waiting for this moment for so long, the fruition of a lifetime of research and experimentation, the mad scientist still could not believe this day had finally arrived. But his dreams were all about to come true, his fantasy had just become a reality. For the mighty Superman, not only the greatest superhero on earth, but also the sexiest man he had ever seen in his whole entire life, was now his at last. As he felt a stirring in his scrub pants, the nervous doctor cleared his throat and spoke the first of his commands to his newest and most wondrous creation.

“Awaken, slave.”

Upon hearing these words, Superman’s eyes suddenly jerked open. Success! They were quite wide, his pupils dilated, giving his face a very vacant look. The superhero stared ahead blankly, awaiting his next command.

“Step forward, super-servant.”

After a second or so, Superman stepped off of the platform. It was kind of an awkward motion, as if his brain was still adjusting to receiving signals from the microchip implanted inside of it and sending that data on to his body. His stiff dick bounced slightly as the superhero’s bare feet made contact with the hard tiled floor. The vague expression on his handsome face never changed though, not showing even a slight hint of emotion the entire time.

A broad smile came across the mad scientist’s face. The doctor knew that he had done it. Now the question was ... what to do? Should he do what every villain the world over had dreamt of and have his way with this hot hero? “No, not yet,” Dr. Sklavnmeister thought as he composed himself. He knew that could wait. There would be plenty of opportunities for this super-slave to be of service to his new master later. But, first, the evil scientist would much rather watch as his highest-ranking soldier-slave, and the second most attractive man he could possibly think of, initiates Superman into his evil army instead. Then, he can see for himself the results of all his hard work.

The doctor ordered Private #01979 to come over and stand before his most recent recruit. Face to face, there they stood, the soldier-slave and the Man of Steel, undoubtedly his two finest achievements, bound together for the rest of their lives in service to their master. And, now, their bond was about to become much deeper. Much deeper!

To Be Continued …