When Heroes Fall: Flash

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Previous hero: Wonder Woman

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Flashpoint

After Superman’s fall in Metropolis, the world plunged into complete chaos. The heroes were deeply worried to see the symbol of hope succumb to Lex Luthor’s perverse hands. Crime rates in Metropolis skyrocketed, and at the same time in cities across the world, fueled by the panic and chaos generated by the news. Some time later, Batman also disappeared and, in sequence, months afterward, Wonder Woman would fall. The stellar trio, the heroes who inspired the world, had vanished.

With the hope of changing things, Barry Allen, better known as The Flash, decided to act on his own. He spent months searching for options, hoping to shift history at a specific point and thereby manipulate the fate of his comrades. After a long investigation, he found what could be the key to saving them all. When he finally had his target ready and set, he prepared to run with all his strength.

He started running at full speed. The wind crashing against him, an electric sensation running down his back, his breath agitated, and a speed so exhilarating that he broke the time barrier. However, an unknown presence entered the same field. There was no doubt: it was the Reverse-Flash himself. The Scarlet Speedster’s greatest nemesis made his presence known, and the race through time turned into a brutal clash that shook the fabric of space and history.

This battle, which to the human eye would have lasted only a couple of seconds, came to an end in a final collision. Both speedsters charged a massive amount of kinetic energy and unleashed it in one final attack — a blow moving several times the speed of light. For Barry, this would be his last battle against Eobard, because something was different about him. Somehow he seemed to have become faster than when the fight began. Determined to finish him, Barry gave everything… and the last burst of light was all he could see before waking up abruptly in a room.

Barry opened his eyes with a start, breathing heavily. His head felt confused, as if thousands of memories were trying to fit in the wrong place.

«Did I do it? Did I change the timeline? Or was it just a dream?»

He sat up slowly, but as he did, he felt something strange. A soft yet heavy weight on his chest that moved with his breathing. Also, long silky strands of hair fell over his bare shoulders, brushing against his skin. He blinked, disoriented.

“What… what the hell is happening?”

His voice sounded higher than normal, softer. Barry instinctively touched his throat and noticed his Adam’s apple was gone. Panic began rising in his chest. His memory was blurry; he remembered the fight against Eobard, the burst of light, but after that… nothing. Just emptiness.

He got out of bed on shaky legs and, driven by instinct, walked toward the bedroom mirror. When he saw his reflection, the world seemed to stop.

In front of him stood a beautiful redhead, completely naked. Intense red hair cascading in waves down to the middle of her back, a delicate face with full lips, large expressive green eyes, and a curvy body with full, firm breasts, a narrow waist, and wide hips. Barry froze, staring at himself.

“No… this can’t be…”

He raised a trembling hand and touched one of his breasts. The moment his fingers brushed the nipple, an intense wave of pleasure shot through his body, so strong it drew an involuntary moan from his lips. His knees buckled. The nipple hardened instantly, sensitive in an overwhelming way.

“Ah… what the fuck…?!” he gasped, quickly pulling his hand away, even though his body begged for more.

Barry took several deep breaths, trying to regain control. His hero’s mind fought against the new sensations. He wasn’t going to let himself be carried away by this. He had to understand what had happened.

He hurried to the closet. Opening the doors, he found men’s clothing: shirts, pants, and jackets that were clearly way too big. He tried on a shirt, but it reached almost to his knees and he had to hold it with his hands to keep it from falling. The pants were impossible; they slid down his hips with no hope.

Resigned and with his face flushed red, he looked at the other section of the closet. There was clearly women’s clothing: dresses, tight blouses, skirts, and lingerie. With his cheeks burning with shame, Barry picked the simplest thing he could find: a tight white blouse and a black skirt that reached mid-thigh. He dressed clumsily, feeling how the fabric clung to his new curves.

He had barely finished dressing when he heard a clear noise on the ground floor. The front door had opened.

Barry tensed. «Who the hell…?»

He descended the stairs carefully, holding onto the railing. His steps were shorter and lighter than he was used to. He reached the main living room and stopped dead.

There, standing with a calm and confident smile, was Eobard Thawne, dressed in an elegant suit instead of his usual yellow and red uniform. The Reverse-Flash looked at him with eyes full of satisfaction and affection.

“Welcome, darling,” he said in a warm and friendly voice, approaching slowly. “You’re right on time. How did my beautiful wife wake up today?”

Eobard extended his hand and gently caressed the redhead’s cheek, looking at her with possession and desire.

Barry stood paralyzed, his heart pounding. His mind screamed that this was impossible, that he had to attack, that he had to run… but his body, still disoriented and weak after the transformation, could only stand there, trembling slightly under the gaze of the man who had always been his worst enemy.

“E-Eobard…?” he murmured in a shaky voice, almost a feminine whisper.

“Shhh…” Thawne smiled and placed a finger over her lips. “Everything is fine, Iris. You’re home. With me. Where you belong.”

Barry remained frozen for a second, processing Eobard’s words. Wife. Iris. Home. Every word echoed like an insult in his mind.

The initial shock gave way to fury.

“What the hell did you do, Thawne?” Barry growled with that high, feminine voice that still felt alien.

He took a step back, clenching his fists. His speedster mind, though disoriented, was beginning to regain clarity. He remembered the fight, the explosion of light, the attempt to change the timeline. This wasn’t a victory. This was a trap.

Eobard smiled calmly, almost amused, as he removed his suit jacket and let it fall onto the couch.

“Easy, darling. Your new body is still adjusting. It’s normal for you to feel a little… confused.”

“Don’t call me darling!” Barry snapped. “Give me back my body! Give me back my speed!”

Without thinking twice, Barry spun on his heels and ran toward the back door of the house. His shorter legs and completely different weight distribution made him feel clumsy, but adrenaline gave him strength. He pushed the door open and ran out into the backyard.

He had barely taken three steps when Eobard was already in front of her, leaning casually against a tree with his arms crossed.

“Leaving already, Iris?” he asked mockingly.

Barry gasped, spun sharply to the left and ran toward the street. In the blink of an eye, Thawne appeared in front of her again, smiling.

“Impossible…” Barry muttered, turning once more toward the house. Again, Eobard was there, blocking the way.

“Looking for something?” the Reverse-Flash asked in a mocking tone. “Your speed perhaps? Sorry, Barry. In this timeline… it no longer belongs to you.”

Barry felt a cold wave of helplessness rise in his chest. He tried running in zig-zags, using the house as cover, but it was useless. Every time he changed direction, Eobard appeared effortlessly in front of him, as if he were playing.

“Damn you, Thawne!” Barry shouted, full of rage.

He lunged forward and threw a punch with all his strength at Eobard’s face. It was a decent blow for a normal human… but pathetic for a speedster.

Eobard didn’t even blink. In an instant he vanished from Barry’s front and reappeared behind her. Before she could react, he grabbed her by the waist with one arm and spun her around.

“So predictable…” he whispered.

And he kissed her.

It was a passionate, dominant, deep kiss. Eobard’s lips claimed hers with hunger. One hand tangled in Barry’s red hair, holding her firmly, while the other slid down her back to squeeze her ass.

At that exact moment, a torrent of alien memories hit Barry’s mind:

Two young people sitting in a park at sunset. One with brown hair, the other red-haired. Nervous laughter. A clumsy but electric first kiss. “I love you, Eobard…” “And I love you, Iris…”

Barry’s eyes snapped open and he pushed Thawne away with all his strength, breaking the kiss. He was breathing hard, lips swollen, face completely red.

“What… what the fuck was that?!” he exclaimed, touching his lips. “Those aren’t my memories! I never… you and I never…!”

Eobard slowly licked his own lips, savoring the moment, and smiled with superiority.

“Oh, but we did, darling. In this new timeline… you and I fell in love years ago. You were Iris West for a long time before I decided to make you completely mine. Your memories as Flash are fighting, but they will gradually fade away. Soon you’ll only remember what I want you to remember.”

Barry backed up until he hit the wall of the house, feeling his new body tremble. His breasts rose and fell with every agitated breath. He felt shame, rage… and a treacherous heat between his legs that he desperately tried to ignore.

“This isn’t going to work,” Barry said, trying to sound firm. “I’m getting out of here. I’m fixing this. I’m going to—”

“What are you going to do?” Eobard interrupted, approaching slowly, stalking. “Run? Fight? Save the day? Look at yourself, Barry. You’re just a helpless beautiful redhead now. No speed. No strength. Just curves and wetness.”

He stopped a few centimeters away and lowered his voice to a seductive whisper:

“And the best part… deep down, a part of you is already starting to like it.”

Eobard didn’t give him time to react. With a confident smile, he grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her back inside the house, taking her to the spacious and luxurious living room. Barry tried to break free, but his new strength was pathetically human compared to Thawne’s.

“Let me go!” she protested, struggling.

“Quiet, Iris. It’s time I explained how things really are,” Eobard said calmly, gently pushing her until she sat on the large sofa. He stood in front of her, looking down.

Barry breathed heavily, heart pounding.

“I was smarter than you, Barry,” Thawne continued. “I anticipated your plan to alter the timeline. I knew exactly when and where you were going to run. But I didn’t act alone. I made a deal with your dear Batman… or rather, with what’s left of him.”

Barry’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Harley Quinn…” he murmured.

“Exactly,” Eobard smiled. “She made me faster. Much faster. In exchange, I would help her overthrow Lex Luthor and consolidate her power. I don’t know exactly what became of Luthor afterward… and honestly, I don’t care. The important thing is that it worked.”

Thawne took another step closer.

“In this new timeline, you disappeared the same day Superman fell. You were never The Flash. You’ve always been Iris West, the journalist. And I… have been your husband for years. I personally shaped you: I created insecurities, made you dependent on me, whispered in your ear night after night until your mind and body learned to need me.”

Barry shook his head, trying to stand up.

“Liar… That’s not true. I am—”

In the blink of an eye, Eobard activated his speed. The world became a blur.

Suddenly, Barry found himself on his knees on the carpet, in front of the sofa. He didn’t even see it happen. His tight white blouse was gone; his full, heavy breasts were completely exposed to the air, nipples hardened by surprise and the cold.

“No!” Barry exclaimed, trying to cover himself with his arms.

“Hands behind your back,” Eobard ordered with a firm, authoritative voice.

Barry fought internally, trembling… but his arms obeyed by instinct. He placed them behind his back, holding one wrist with the other hand, leaving his breasts fully exposed and pushed forward. His eyes widened in horror at how easily he had obeyed.

“Good girl,” Thawne purred.

He slowly undressed in front of her. When he lowered his pants, his thick, erect, throbbing cock was just inches from Barry’s face. The redhead swallowed hard, feeling her body react against her will: a wet heat gathered between her legs and her nipples hardened even more.

“Suck it, Iris.”

“N-no…” Barry whispered, voice breaking. “I won’t…”

He wanted to resist. He wanted to bite. He wanted to run. But his body wouldn’t respond. Eobard grabbed her red hair with one hand and brought his cock to her lips.

The moment the tip touched her mouth, a flood of false memories invaded Barry’s mind:

On his knees in this same room… sucking with devotion… looking up with eyes full of desire… swallowing to the hilt while Eobard moaned her name…

Barry moaned against his will. His treacherous tongue slowly came out and licked the head of Thawne’s cock. A salty, familiar taste filled his mouth.

“That’s it… good girl,” Eobard growled, gently pushing his hips forward. “You know this is what you want. What you’ve always wanted.”

Barry tried to scream in his mind that no, that this was wrong, that he was Flash… but his mouth began to move, licking and sucking awkwardly at first, then with more rhythm. His breasts bounced with every movement of his head, and a trail of saliva already ran down his chin.

Eobard moaned in pleasure as he firmly held Barry’s red hair, pushing his thick cock deeper into that warm, wet mouth. Barry fought internally, but his tongue kept moving, licking and sucking with a skill that didn’t belong to him.

Suddenly, Thawne pulled a small injector from his back pocket. Without stopping the movement of his hips, he stabbed it into the redhead’s neck and pressed.

“This is so we can finally be at peace… Iris.”

A hot liquid spread through Barry’s veins. Within seconds, he felt as if his mind split in two.

A silent scream echoed inside his head.

«What are you doing to me?!»

The real Barry Allen was trapped in a dark corner of his own mind, like a prisoner behind glass. He could see, hear, and feel everything… but he no longer had control. The body responded to another personality: the Iris of this timeline.

Iris blinked, looked up with glassy, lust-filled eyes, and sucked with even more enthusiasm, moaning around her husband’s cock.

«No! That’s not me! Stop!» Barry screamed from within, but his mouth only produced wet sounds and moans of pleasure.

“Good girl…” Thawne purred. “Now you’re all mine.”

Thawne lifted her effortlessly, threw her onto the sofa, and ripped off her skirt with one tug. Iris instinctively spread her legs, showing her already wet and throbbing pussy.

«No… please… don’t let him fuck me!» Barry begged internally.

But Iris smiled with lust and whispered:

“Fuck me, Eobard… please… I need you inside.”

Thawne sank into her with one deep thrust. Iris arched her back and let out a long, high-pitched moan. Barry felt every inch entering him, the invasive, hot, overwhelming pleasure.

«Ahh… shit… it feels… way too good…!»

Eobard began fucking her hard, gripping her hips. Every thrust made Iris’s breasts bounce.

“Tell me who you belong to,” Thawne ordered between gasps.

“I belong to you, my love… only to you,” Iris answered breathlessly, wrapping her legs around Eobard’s waist.

«I don’t… I’m Flash… I’m Barry Allen…!» the trapped hero tried to scream, but the pleasure was drowning him. Every hit against her G-spot sent waves of ecstasy that melted his resistance.

False memories flooded his mind nonstop:

Their wedding with Eobard.

The nights she knelt willingly.

How she learned to love being dominated.

The way her body had become addicted to his cum.

«No… those aren’t mine… ahh… fuck… it feels so deep…»

Eobard sped up, fucking her like an animal. Iris screamed in pleasure, clawing at her husband’s back.

“Cum inside! Fill me, please!” she begged.

When Eobard came deep inside her, Barry felt the most intense orgasm of his life. His mind cracked a little more.

«…Fuck… I can’t… resist this… it’s too much…»

Months later

The mansion was luxurious and always smelled of sex and expensive perfume. Iris West-Thawne stood in front of the full-length mirror, adjusting the red and black lingerie that barely covered anything. Thigh-high stockings, transparent thong, push-up bra that made her breasts look even bigger and more provocative.

From inside his own mind, the real Barry watched with horror and resignation.

«…I don’t even try to resist anymore… every time he touches me, I cum like a whore… I’m so weak…»

Iris smiled sweetly at her reflection, picked up her phone, and turned on the front camera. She recorded a short video, moving sensually for the lens:

“Hi, my love…” she purred in a seductive voice. “Your Iris is waiting for you at home. I put on the lingerie you like… the one you bought me last week.”

She moved closer to the camera, biting her lip.

“I’ve been wet since you left this morning… Come back soon and fuck me like the slut I am. I love you, Eobard ❤️”

Iris sent the video directly to Thawne with an attached message:

“Your wife needs you, daddy 😈”

From the depths of his mental prison, Barry could only watch in silence — broken and aroused at the same time — as his body sent the video to his greatest enemy.

«…There’s almost nothing left of me… is there?»