Commission: Kitten's Chrysalis (Part 4) (Final)

Summary: Kathryn Walker, daughter of the Killer Moth, turned mutant moth marauder, is jailed for life for her myriad crimes. But when she attracts the attention of the deranged goo form formerly known as Madame Rouge, Kathryn delights herself in a fusion of beings... and plans revenge against the superheroes that wronged her. Commissioned by TheDownhillRabbit6.1.

WARNING: this part contains mutilation, torture, and things of a decidedly non-consensual nature and bad things happen

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[FIRST PART]

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Part 4

The situation at home had turned quite desperate. The Hugo Strange Penitentiary and Rehabilitation Center was one of the most secure facilities for the containment (and it was always containment) of the most powerful, despicable, and diabolical of supervillains. If its defences were compromised, and such entities were allowed to freely roam the streets, there would be no telling what devastation would follow.

The policy, then was to avoid having word get out with regards to major lapses in security, in order to buy time for the heroes to step in and clean things up in a timely and judicious manner; it was harder to put villains back behind bars if the public had been stirred into a frenzy. Which certainly complicated matters when a shapeshifting seductress gave the authorities the slip. But apart from the strange pollen that seemed to flitter about town, there wasn't a lot that seemed to be out of place.

If nothing else, checking in with the familiar, significant other was a pleasant reprieve from the general craziness that came with being a defender of the peace. Such was the case for Robin, who was eager to get back to his condominium. He expected to find Starfire there, and she could give a rundown of whatever he missed while he was gone.

He let himself in through the front door, taking a look inside. Everything looked to be in order.

"Good thing she didn't burn the place down while I was gone." Robin smirked to himself. He perked his head up, picking up an enticing aroma. "Did she make chicken?"

"Oh! You're home??" A cheery, familiar voice called out from the kitchen. Starfire floated around the corner, drifting into Robin's sight, before her emerald eyes lit up in gless. "YOU'RE HOME!!"

Robin could barely react before Starfire barreled into his arms, nuzzling him with a cuddly gesture. Robin stifled a laugh at Robin's surprising show of affection... and her grip, whoa.

"My Robbypoo's home... fiiiiiinally~" Starfire cooed, pressing against Robin. The masked man was at a loss for words, mesmerised by the softness of Starfire's skin. And Starfire's curious choice of words got a chuckle out of Robin; he ran a hand through her long red hair.

"I guess you missed me, huh?" He laughed, brushing back her hair to get a look at her face.

"Ohhh, it's been so long..." Starfire whined. "The place is so empty without you. You can't just leave your darling housewife all alone for such a long time..."

She cozied up to him, pulling him to the sofa with a strange sense of power, a cloying clinginess that was... not quite familiar to Robin. All the better for him to admire her soft, supple skin that pressed into him as she held him close.

"I wasn't gone that long..." Robin scratched his head. "What, are you leading up to something here?"

"...Mm..." Starfire stirred, trailing off. Her hand slid over to squeeze at Robin's thigh.

"Robbypoo..." Starfire looked up to him. "Isn't it time we settled down? This condo is so big, it could easily fit twenty children..."

"Wh-whoa, twenty??" Robin blurted, jerking his head back. "Aren't we going a little fast? We... we need to make sure the world is the best place it can be before we... bring our kids into it."

"But haven't you been working reeeeeeeeeeally hard??" Starfire tilted her head, fluttering her eyelashes. "You spend so much time with those guys who don't appreciate you... not the way I do, Robbypoo...~"

"H-hey, those guys are my teammates! Our teammates Starfire, I can't..." He trailed off, running a hand through his hair. "What's with you today? And what's with this whole 'Robbypoo' thing, you never call me that!"

For a moment, Starfire looked heartbroken. She lowered her eyes, her expression a mystery to Robin. He looked over her carefully.

"...Star...?" Robin cocked his head to the side.

"It's true. You really don't remember..." She sighed. "I used to call you it all the time. It was our special thing..."

Robin paused, squinting as if to study her. He could feel Starfire's fingers tightening into a ball, her fingernails digging into his pants. She had such a tight grip, it hurt...

"Nn, Star..." Robin winced, feeling a pang of guilt. She sounded so hurt, but he couldn't recall. "The only person who ever called me 'Robbypoo' was... well, the daughter of the Killer Moth, Kitten... and she's gone, so that's-"

"Is she gone...?"

Starfire looked up at Robin with a piercing look. It was a strange, pleading look, the way she leaned forward, silently urging Robin to look over her, study her. It didn't take long for Robin to notice something was off.

It was her eyes. The green glow had ebbed away to a pale white, her irises shimmering a hazel brown. These weren't Starfire's eyes... but it was her body... wasn't it?

The softness... Robin tensed up, reaching the conclusion that something was terribly wrong. He tried to stand up... but Starfire was holding him in place.

...Was it Starfire? Something was wrong with this entire situation, and Starfire was acting wholly out of character. Her eyes shimmered, as if she was undressing Robin with her imagination. He struggled to get free, but her grip was ironclad.

"You didn't forget about me, did you...? You're my Robbypoo... and I'm your Kitten...~"

She smiled so wide it seemed as though her face would split in half. Her face rippled, streaks of ooze streaming down her complexion as she leaned in closer, leering over Robin with a hungry look in her eyes. A serpentine tongue wriggled out from between her lips, tasting some of the cold sweat beading on Robin's face.

"You!?" Robin blustered. "What the hell are you...  what is this stuff, what did you do with Starfire!?"

Robin redoubled his struggles, but in the end, it was all pointless. He could feel the air in his diaphragm compress as she leaned forward, her arms slithering forward, like tentacles eager to feel him up. Her body was still so soft to the touch, her skin yielding to the slightest pressure. But there was so much strength underneath the surface, her skin bubbling excitedly as unseen muscles and ligaments formed and strengthened.

She scowled at Robin's annoying query. "Ohhhh, you shouldn't worry about that flighty alien bitch any longer, you know. But you only have eyes for her, don't you...?"

Kitten tilted her head to the side so sharply it seemed as if her neck would snap right then and there; instead it lurched and squished like pressure applied to a rotten apple. Her face smoothed out once more and, in the blink of an eye, Starfires bright, sunny, innocent disposition reemerged.

"It's okay, Robin!" She exclaimed in a pleasant, singsongy voice. "We're happier together, sharing one luscious, gorgeous, perfect body! You should join us!~"

"S-Star-" Robin stammered, trying to wrest an arm free to touch her, but...

CRUNCH.

"G-GAH!!" Robin winced in pain as the myriad tendrils that restrained him coiled tightered around him; a sickening snap around his lower-chest and the throbbing pain... he knew a rib had been snapped in an instant. Starfire's expression melted and reformed again in an instant, back to the sneering visage of Kitten...

"I'm sick of that doe-eyed face you make when you oggle that green-eyed skank!" Kitten shouted, her voice dripping with venom as gnarled canines gnashed together. "If we're going to make this relationship work, you have to love me more than you ever lusted over her!"

"Wh-what the hell is..." Robin wheezed, struggling to breathe in her tightening grip. "I don't love you, I never-"

"WRONG ANSWER!" She snapped, her arms wrenching in different directions. Robin cried out as a searing pain wrenched through his backside. More snapped ribs... and maybe some spinal damage.

"You know what happened to Starfire? It's really quite simple: I ate her." Kitten smiled again with that unnerving, dull-eyed smile. "I tore her apart, limb by limb, and watched her cry and scream for help, calling for you... it was a shameful display. But I gave her respite... inside of my luscious, omnipotent, limitless body..."

She chuckled darkly to herself, another slimy tendril rising to prop up Robin's neck, looking into his eyes to witness the moment of crushing despair. She wrenched that tacky mask free to get the best look as her tongue wriggled with anticipation.

"And now everything she was... everything she wanted to be... is all mine. And I can let her out of my cage anytime I want!~" Kitten gleefully exclaimed, her voice suddenly shifting to a pitch-perfect impression of Starfire's. Robin felt his strength waning.

"But... but why..." Robin coughed, blood trickling down the corner of his mouth. "Why me..."

"Why you? Because you're a perfect man, the only man who was ever compatible with me~" Kitten chuckled, an unnervingly kiddy, immature glint in her voice. "I have my wants and needs... and Robin had her needs too. Together, they're our needs~"

A tendril lowered to prod at Robin's stomach; her biomass had a creeping effect as she spread across the room like a liquid fungus, like a sopping wet later of her covered everything.

"I want to be your forever loyal, adoring wife... I want to start a family... daddy always wanted grandkids, you know~" She purred, her haughty breath lingering in Robin's ear.

"...K...Kitten..." Robin groaned, raising his head.

"Mm? Yeeees...?" She fluttered her eyelashes again, leaning closer to hear those magic words, that he would love her forevermore, and hold her and protect her, and so on and so forth...

Ptoo. He instead spat blood right in her face, gritting his teeth as he offered one last motion of defiance.

"Guh... go fuck yourself... bitch..." Robin's entire body seemed sluggish, the pain had wracked him so. Kitten, saliva and blood now blemishing her cheek, stared at Robin, astonished.

"...Oh, my..." Kitten pouted, shaking her head. "This won't do... this won't do at all..."

Robin's will faltered slightly. He had known Kitten since they were kids, and he remembered her hair-triggered rage. But she had a dark look in her eyes.

"What... are you planning...?" Robin asked through haggard breaths.

"You're far from the perfect husband, acting like this..." She tutted, her boneless hand rising from the ensnaring coils and patting his cheek.

"But it's okay... Kitten can fix this~"

It was then that her hand waved towards his mouth, and plunged deep inside, her forearm narrowing to a point before billowing out into the size of a more phallic-looking instrument. Robin grunted, suddenly gagged as biomass oozed into his mouth, silencing him. Kitten loomed over him with a nefarious look, her hair twisting like serpents as her formless body climbed over him, his clothes dissolving underneath her advance. Robin's cries were muffled, his body stinging from the sensation of a thousand kissing lips ghosting his entire body.

Robin's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he seized up, the ooze creeping into his ears... penetrating his skull. The life in his eyes faded as his vision cut to black, his brain melting to ooze as Kitten washed over him in pulsating waves.

The last thing he heard was her voice echoing in his own head.

You will be... my perfect husband...~

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...And yet, despite that harrowing experience, Robin did not die. He would stir awake later, groggy with a splitting headache.

He felt weak. Heavy. He couldn't move... but he wasn't being held down. A haze clouded his mind as he tried to reexamine the situation.

He was still in his condo, straddled on the sofa. He tried to get up... but his body didn't follow his commands. His attention refocused to what was in front of him...

...His eyebrows furrowed at the strange sight. His toned body, a product of years of discipline and training, had ebbed away. His stomach bulged as if he had gained a hundred pounds seemingly overnight. And fat had accumulated on his chest as well... what was this?

"Robbypoo...~" A familiar, coddling voice whispered into his ear. The woman he loved...

"...Ah..." That was Starfire's voice. He leaned his head to the side, a weak look in his eyes. "What... was that a dream?"

"Oh, we're living a dream right now~" Starfire smiled, her hand reaching over to rub his belly; her hand had the strange effect of dipping into him, as if she had reached a hand into pudding. Robin winced, feeling the shifting of wet, slimy objects inside of him.

"We're going to start a family together, Robbypoo~" Starfire cooed, her voice rippling with excitement.

"A... a family?" Robin looked down to his stomach. It gurgled forebodingly, its contents shifting.

"Giving birth to a healthy litter is a shared responsibility, Robbypoo~" Starfire's voice shifted to Kitten's low, sultry growl as she leaned closer, stroking Robin's hair. Robin felt so squishy, like clay in the palm of her hands. Wherever she leaned against him, their bodies kissed and fused together in slimy strands... she rubbed her belly, a pair of lips forming in the palm of her hand as she kissed her swollen form all over.

"It's time to deliver the children." Kitten grinned, her voice peaking excitedly as if she had stayed up all night on Christmas, waiting for her daddy to wake up and bring her presents. And now it would be Robin delivering the presents instead.

"Nn..." Robin winced, a strange contraction gripping his body. He parted his legs reflexively, getting a better look at what was between them. His dick was huge, at least three feet long and a foot in diameter. It looked limp and flaccid, but the way his slick, smooth body rocked, he could feel something travelling inside of him.

A softball-size bulge travelled from his beachball sized tummy, down through his child-bearing hips, and into the abdomen-like superpenis. He grunted and gasp, his body dotted with beads of sweat-like goo as he panted, his dick writing along the floor like a trapped serpent, before the head bulged; a white, pearlescent thing began to crown, before...

Pop. It rolled onto the sofa cushions... it was an egg.

"Did... did I lay a..." Robin gulped.

"Just like the nursery rhyme~" Kitten chuckled mirthfully, stroking his hair. "How does it feel, all stuffed up with moth eggs?"

"...Moth... eggs...?" Robin winced, feeling his gut gurgle, before prickling and surging with more growth.

"Killer moth eggs. Daddy would be so proud to see them... a whole family to make their nests in the city... they do like eating concrete and the like." Kitten sighed dreamily. "You really are the perfect husband... you'll help me birth and raise them, yes?"

Robin groaned, contractions rolling through his body more insistently; his gut rocked as if moving on its own, the sensation of more eggs sliding through his hyper-sensitive phallus was so much to bear.

Kitten pressed a hand against Robin's gut, now so large it pinned him to the sofa; her hand slipped through the thin membrane of skin as if she had dipped her hand in water, feeling for the eggs that were packed inside.

"So fertile..." Kitten smile. "You're a very good broodfather."

"I... I am a good... broodfather..." Robin repeated, his lips moving on their own. His body was no longer his own, merely an extension, a reflection of Kitten's sick fantasies. He drooled, staring blankly at the ceiling as four more lumps travelled the length of his shaft, the muscles along the length working, clenching in a strange, alien manner to pass them.

A clutch of a dozen eggs, each roughly the size of a soccer ball soon collected, sprawling along the floor, and still Robin grunted, his body rocking as even now, his belly surged ceaselessly with growth, and eggs travelled through him in a constant stream, eggs pushing to escape. The head of his egg sac penis oozed a translucent fluid that soaked the sofa cushions with each successful birth.

"You will birth a hundred thousand of our children, Robbypoo... I think that will be a fine number for our first clutch." She tilted her head, her arms stretching to cuddle up next to him; her very touch excited Robin on a primal level, and he could feel himself harden. His hypertrophied dick rose and, with a powerful pump, splattered another six eggs almost in unison.

A drunken smile crossed Robin's face. He was a good broodfather... his body, a baby-making machine, would produce endlessly, an extension of the women she loved.

"You're doing so good!~" Kitten exclaimed in Starfire's earnest voice, her visage shapeshifting to match Robin's former lover. On some level, Starfire had been twisted too to reflect Kitten's desires... and as far as Kitten felt, it was delightful to have another woman support her in her family unit.

She groped Robin's swelling breasts, each perfectly round and perky. They wobbled in her grasp, the fatty flesh yielding to her grip. She smiled approvingly—Robin was lactating.

"And when they begin to hatch, you will be their perfect nursemaid..." She admired their heft. "We will raise our young ones together... and make a family that daddy will be proud of."

"Yes... Kitten..." Robin nodded robotically, his mind overwhelmed as he was rocked with orgasm after orgasm, the joy of childbirth that he shared with his eternal mate.

In time, the eggs would hatch, and the pupa would feed from their mother and father. They would grow, spread their wings, take flight, and spread their gifts across the city. The ugly city landscapes would be reduced down to their foundations as the moths were vicious omnivores, and the dust that spread from the flapping of their wings made a potent aphrodisiac. When Robin's mind had deteriorated to the point that he would no longer be a good father, she could always find other concubines to bear the weight of paternal responsibility.

She didn't really want to think about such a dreary future without Robin, though. As long as they were alive, and immortal in their perfect, soft, supple, formless bodies... they would never be separated, ever again. And the world would soon know the depths of their love. This she was certain of.

THE END