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    Beast Boy. The rambunctious, energetic, and most juvenile member of the Teen Titans. Always ready with a dirty joke, a smart-aleck comeback, and a devious grin. The most incorrigible titan. And for the longest time, it seemed like that would never change. But growing up does strange things to a person, and as he matured, Beast Boy began to experience strange and new feelings.

    Over the years, the puppy crushes he once had for Raven and Starfire started to change from desire... to a sort of envy. Time had been kind to his teammates, and growing up had only enhanced their already impressive figures, a change he'd witnessed every step of. And yet, when he looked at their bodies, he felt no lust, only a growing dissatisfaction with his own. So many forms in his repertoire were tough and muscled, a far cry from the elegant curves and soft lines that the women in his life had.

    At some point he began to feel... urges. Desires that confused him; that he didn't feel comfortable talking with his teammates about. It started with a uniform, borrowed one night with extreme discretion when the Tower was empty. He would never forget that night. The taut softness of the fabric against his skin. The barest traces of flowery scent still clinging to it. Wearing it felt... strange, but also sent a thrill of excitement up his spine like nothing else.

    But it wasn't enough to satisfy him. He could wear it, but he couldn't fill it out. It stretched tight where it should have been loose, and flapped depressingly empty where it should have been filled out. Even with his shape-shifting, animal forms fit it even worse.

    So he hid his desires; buried them deep under hero work and training. Training that paid off in spades. As Beast Boy grew, his powers grew with him. In time, he learned how to transform just part of his body rather than the whole thing. Within a year of that, he learned to express multiple animal attributes at once.

    Then one day, he came to a world-shaking realization. A small leap of logic so simple he'd never even considered it before: that even humans are a type of animal. Aliens too.

    The first forms he tried were his teammates, of course. The sheer ecstasy he felt at finally being able to fill out those uniforms, still stored in secret, was indescribable. But there was shame too. He still couldn't do things he wanted to do. It felt wrong to use his teammates' bodies like that. Like he was violating them somehow. He needed something unique, something truly his own. And so he began to plan.

    It took months. Months of supervised visits to JLHQ, guided tours of Arkham, all to get a close-as-possible look at the greatest women Earth had to offer. Even then it took months more of trial and error, minute alterations between parts and proportions and features to find exactly what he was looking for. And then, finally, borne from the best attributes available, someone new was created.

    First, the legs and thighs, courtesy of Raven, for a tall and graceful stance. Her hips, coupled with Wonder Woman's waist and Powergirl's breasts, made a silhouette that none could rival. Zatanna's toned yet delicate arms were just the right proportion to her piecemeal torso. Supergirl's hair, whose Kryptonian genes were the only thing strong enough to overpower her natural green tint. Her voice box was trickier, but she settled on the midpoint between Harley Quinn's and Black Canary's. Her face was her own, mostly. The fat and bone shifted just enough to turn a roguishly handsome face into a dignified yet wild beauty.

    But no hero is complete without her costume. A custom design, ordered anonymously and stored in his most secret and inaccessible hideaway. A high-waisted bodysuit of red and black that showed off her hips. Arcing stripes of purple accentuated her breasts and drew the eyes to all the right places. The back of the suit was left open, so she could add Hawkgirl's wings or other features as needed. A pair of long fingerless black gloves contrasted appealingly with her knee-high boots. And to top it off, a domino mask, the superhero staple.

    And when everything came together: her body, her uniform, and a name... she was finally content.

    So some nights, when Beast Boy is nowhere to be found, a new hero guards the streets. Those nights belong to Miss Amalgam.

Description

    Beast Boy. The rambunctious, energetic, and most juvenile member of the Teen Titans. Always ready with a dirty joke, a smart-aleck comeback, and a devious grin. The most incorrigible titan. And for the longest time, it seemed like that would never change. But growing up does strange things to a person, and as he matured, Beast Boy began to experience strange and new feelings.

    Over the years, the puppy crushes he once had for Raven and Starfire started to change from desire... to a sort of envy. Time had been kind to his teammates, and growing up had only enhanced their already impressive figures, a change he'd witnessed every step of. And yet, when he looked at their bodies, he felt no lust, only a growing dissatisfaction with his own. So many forms in his repertoire were tough and muscled, a far cry from the elegant curves and soft lines that the women in his life had.

    At some point he began to feel... urges. Desires that confused him; that he didn't feel comfortable talking with his teammates about. It started with a uniform, borrowed one night with extreme discretion when the Tower was empty. He would never forget that night. The taut softness of the fabric against his skin. The barest traces of flowery scent still clinging to it. Wearing it felt... strange, but also sent a thrill of excitement up his spine like nothing else.

    But it wasn't enough to satisfy him. He could wear it, but he couldn't fill it out. It stretched tight where it should have been loose, and flapped depressingly empty where it should have been filled out. Even with his shape-shifting, animal forms fit it even worse.

    So he hid his desires; buried them deep under hero work and training. Training that paid off in spades. As Beast Boy grew, his powers grew with him. In time, he learned how to transform just part of his body rather than the whole thing. Within a year of that, he learned to express multiple animal attributes at once.

    Then one day, he came to a world-shaking realization. A small leap of logic so simple he'd never even considered it before: that even humans are a type of animal. Aliens too.

    The first forms he tried were his teammates, of course. The sheer ecstasy he felt at finally being able to fill out those uniforms, still stored in secret, was indescribable. But there was shame too. He still couldn't do things he wanted to do. It felt wrong to use his teammates' bodies like that. Like he was violating them somehow. He needed something unique, something truly his own. And so he began to plan.

    It took months. Months of supervised visits to JLHQ, guided tours of Arkham, all to get a close-as-possible look at the greatest women Earth had to offer. Even then it took months more of trial and error, minute alterations between parts and proportions and features to find exactly what he was looking for. And then, finally, borne from the best attributes available, someone new was created.

    First, the legs and thighs, courtesy of Raven, for a tall and graceful stance. Her hips, coupled with Wonder Woman's waist and Powergirl's breasts, made a silhouette that none could rival. Zatanna's toned yet delicate arms were just the right proportion to her piecemeal torso. Supergirl's hair, whose Kryptonian genes were the only thing strong enough to overpower her natural green tint. Her voice box was trickier, but she settled on the midpoint between Harley Quinn's and Black Canary's. Her face was her own, mostly. The fat and bone shifted just enough to turn a roguishly handsome face into a dignified yet wild beauty.

    But no hero is complete without her costume. A custom design, ordered anonymously and stored in his most secret and inaccessible hideaway. A high-waisted bodysuit of red and black that showed off her hips. Arcing stripes of purple accentuated her breasts and drew the eyes to all the right places. The back of the suit was left open, so she could add Hawkgirl's wings or other features as needed. A pair of long fingerless black gloves contrasted appealingly with her knee-high boots. And to top it off, a domino mask, the superhero staple.

    And when everything came together: her body, her uniform, and a name... she was finally content.

    So some nights, when Beast Boy is nowhere to be found, a new hero guards the streets. Those nights belong to Miss Amalgam.