Not my work, stumbled on this in a backed up folder. Finally was able to locate the original author and site: Witchgirl on the now archived SuperStories.net
Chapter 1: Digital Universe
While investigating the appearance of zombies near a city power station, Witchgirl and Flexi have been captured by the mysterious Dr. Gizmo. Using a strange robotic creation named Digitron 5000, Dr. Gizmo has converted the two women into digital information. Witchgirl and Flexi now stand in a strange, featureless void, facing each other and wondering what will happen next.
“Witchgirl?” Flexi asked. “Are you all right?”
“Yes. I think so,” she answers, looking herself over. “And you?”
“I… I… I think so.”
“This is certainly strange. I have to admit I’m out of my element, technology actually gives me the willies sometimes, but we’ve beaten Gizmo before. We’ll find a way out of this.” She squeezes her hands into fists, testing the reality of her body. “I feel… solid… but different too.”
“I am SO sorry… I should have just had you run away. Now you’ve been caught and it’s my fault,” Flexi says.
Witchgirl looks back at Flexi. “It’s not your fault.”
“Yes it is! Dr. Gizmo was MY master… I should have stayed where I was.”
“It’s okay, Flexi. Remember how easily we defeated him before. “I’d say that in two hours we’ll be laughing about this whole thing.” Witchgirl points her finger at her. “And don’t ever let me hear you say that you should have stayed where you were. You’re place is with us.” Witchgirl smiles and winks.
From inside the robot, Flexi is dimly aware that they are moving She looks around the blackness, frightened and confused. “You don’t know him like I do, Witchgirl. He’s smart… way smarter than I am. “He… did things to me. I’m scared.”
“We have to concentrate on getting out of here.”
Flexi nods. “R… right. Get out of here.”
“Does this technology remind you of anything he’s used in the past?”
Her brow furrows. “I remember… something… a machine….”
“He’d… change my thoughts. Make me… be… different people. Reprogrammed me.”
Witchgirl takes her candles out. “Really? That sounds dangerous.” She begins to set down her Candles of Teleportation in a circle. “Let’s teleport out of here. Back to the house.” She steps into the circle. “C’mon.”
Flexi hurries into the candle circle. Witchgirl holds Flexi’s hand.
But nothing happens. Flexi bites her lip anxiously. Suddenly, a booming voice fills the black void. It’s Dr. Gizmo, speaking from everywhere and nowhere all at once, as if he were some kind of God. “Nice try, ladies. But you’ll find that all your powers have been disabled.” A hideous laugh echoes through the void.
Witchgirl turns to Flexi. “Oh no.”
Flexi screams into the blackness. “She has nothing to do with what happened, Doctor. Leave her out of this!”
“She knows too much,” the voice replies, “and anyway, don’t you want to be together with your friend? Digitron… upload Flexi!”
Once again, Flexi feels herself being converted into digital format. Her body begins to break apart into tiny particles. Witchgirl reaches for her. “Flexi! What’s happening to you?”
Chapter 2: Photomanipulation
Flexi finds herself pasted to a computer screen, her body flat, immobile– two-dimensional. Her powers still do not work, and she can’t even move, except she finds that she can speak. “Why are you doing this, Doctor?” she yells.
“Because I can,” Dr Gizmo laughs
Suddenly, Witchgirl appears beside Flexi, pasted flat against the screen, her hands on her hips and her legs slightly spread apart. “I… feel… so… flat,” she says.
“What a shame,” Gizmo says, “but I can correct that forthwith. And then I’ll never be alone again.”
Witchgirl and Flexi look out from the computer screen at Gizmo, who towers above them, staring down at them ominously. He holds a light pen in his hand. He points the pen at Flexi. “The first thing to go is that silly costume,” he says.
Flexi’s costume immediately vanishes. The pen causes her body to tingle with pleasure and despite herself, Flexi can’t help but feel a little aroused. The arousal passes as soon as the pen is removed, however, replaced by shame and fear. She pants a bit, partially from the fear, partially from the arousal.
Dr. Gizmo points the pen again. “I never liked the plastic skin, felt like being with a blow-up doll. Time for the real thing.” Once again, the pen touches her two-dimensional body, replacing plastic with human flesh and hair.
Witchgirl stands like a paper-doll, completely motionless, her hands on her hips, as Flexi is transformed on the computer screen. “Flexi… are you okay..?”
Gizmo smiles. “Now some bigger breasts, a slimmer waist…”
Flexi moans as her figure changes, tapering in at the waist and inflating cartoonishly at the chest. “That should do it,” Gizmo says. “42E. Perfect.”
“Gizmo, you lunatic! Leave her alone!” Witchgirl yells, as Flexi’s waist becomes more and more wasp-like.
Dr Gizmo laughs. “Now, now, your turn is coming soon enough.” He turns back to Flexi. “Now, if you’re going to be my wife, you’ll need some proper clothing”
“Please, Doctor…. please… don’t,” Flexi moans. Her eyes widen in alarm as his words sink in. His wife. No, she thinks. Rufus is my husband. He’s the man I love. Not Dr. Gizmo. She gasps as her waist continues to taper inward.
“She’s married to another man,” Witchgirl yells, “and if he finds out about this, you’re going to be sorry. You can count on that! He’s twice the man you are. Ten times. One hundred times.”
Dr. Gizmo runs the pen along the screen. “Doubtful.”
The pen is slowly turning Flexi into a sexed-up version of a 50’s television housewife. She is now moaning softly to herself, her mind lost in the pleasure the pen is sending coursing through her new body.
“That’ll do for now,” Gizmo says eventually. He turns to Witchgirl. “Your turn, daughter.” In an instant, she is naked as well.
“Doctor… wait…” she moans.
Gizmo pauses, amused and arrogant. “Yes?”
“Don’t do this,” she gasps. “There must be some shred of decency in you.”
“Wrong,” Gizmo says nonchalantly. He touches the pen to her again and she gasps. “Such a lovely body, but still not good enough.”
Witchgirl’s body becomes taught and more athletic Her breasts swell to a 38D as her legs lengthen. Her hair becomes long, growing lighter until it is blond. Witchgirl closes her eyes and moans. Even her face is different. She looks like a completely new person. Gizmo smiles. “Much better. Now for some clothes…”
With a few taps of the pen, Gizmo places a pink and white cheerleaders uniform on her. He taps her lips and they grow more pink and shiny. He taps her feet and white sneakers appear on them. She moans again.
“Now that’s what the daughter of Dr. Gizmo should look like,” he says.
Witchgirl gasps. “Please… I’m not your… daughter. I’m the daughter of Magnus Mysterious.”
Dr Gizmo smiles. “Not anymore” He pushes a button on the console, and suddenly Witchgirl and Flexi feel their minds being attacked, their thoughts draining away like water going down the sink. It doesn’t feel unpleasant. In fact, it feels wonderful, as if their brains, their very souls were being scrubbed clean.
Gizmo laughs. “Your memories and personalities are slowly being replaced with new programming,” he says.
Witchgirl speaks as if she is talking in her sleep, slowly and awkwardly. “Flexi, hold on. Hold on to your personality” Her voice grows more and more quiet, less and less forceful, as the programming begins to take a stronger hold on her mind. “Oh,” she says. “It… it… feels… so good”
“Yes,” Flexi says. “So wonderful. Mmmmm.”
Witchgirl is now smiling. She is no longer fighting the programming. She is embracing it. “Soooo nice,” she says. Even her voice sounds different. There is almost nothing less of what she once was. Her old memories are popping like little soap bubbles in her head. “Oh yes, sooooo good,” she says.
Flexi is smiling too. She no longer even thinks of herself as Flexi. She is Mommy Gizmo now, loving wife of Dr. Gizmo and mother of Cheerleader Gizmo.
She smiles over at the now transformed Witchgirl. When she speaks, her voice is soft and syrupy. “I’m glad you’re happy, sweetie-kins. I’m very happy too. Happier than I’ve ever been in my entire life. I feel SO much better now that your father got rid of that nasty Flexi.”
Cheerleader Gizmo stands with her hands on her hips, dressed in her pink and white cheerleaders uniform. When she speaks, her voice is high and bubbly. “Me too! Gosh, I feel so happy! Thanks, Daddy!”
Mommy Gizmo gushes with joy and tranquility. “Goodness me… look at the time! I need to start fixing dinner!”