Sensational Sluts Pt 01

Sinister's underground lab was a labyrinth of steel and shadows, the air thick with the acrid scent of chemicals and the hum of advanced machinery. Rogue, the super-powered southern belle of the X-Men, and Harley Quinn, the cupid of crime, moved silently through the dimly lit corridors, their senses heightened and their nerves on edge. They had been tracking Mr. Sinister for weeks, following a trail of genetic experiments and evil plots that had led them to this secret laboratory just outside St. Louis.

As they crept into the lab, Harley could barely contain her excitement. Her signature pigtails bobbed with each step, and she glanced at Rogue with a wicked grin. "Ready to bust up some bad science, Roguey?"

Rogue nodded, smirking slightly. "Let's find Sinister and put an end to this, ah've had just about enough of crawling through abandoned buildings for one lifetime."

They crept deeper into the facility, their footsteps echoing softly against the metal floors. Sinister's lab was a maze of high-tech equipment and glowing vials, each containing unknown substances that pulsed with an eerie light. As a former Victorian eugenicist who had been enhanced by Apocalypse himself, Sinister was as deadly and unpredictable as his own work.

As the pair turned a corner, they found what they were looking for--a large, reinforced door marked with biohazard symbols.

"This has to be it," Harley whispered, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. She pulled out a set of lock picks, and within moments, the door swung open with a hiss.

Inside, the lab was a chaotic jumble of scientific equipment, computers, and containment units. In the centre of the room stood a massive cylindrical tank filled with a swirling, glowing liquid. Rogue's eyes narrowed as she spotted several vials labelled with strange symbols. She didn't catch the words "Bimbo Virus" below them.

"Looks like we found Sinister's latest experiment," Rogue muttered, her voice tinged with disgust. "Shame that swamp-rat's already gone. Let's sort this place out and take the evidence back, maybe the Justice League will be interested."

Harley nodded, already swinging her mallet at the nearest computer terminal. "You got it, partner!" she shouted, the system exploding in a shower of sparks.

Rogue laughed. She hadn't meant that they should destroy the place, but hanging out with Harley Quinn meant you sometimes had to roll with things. Rogue lifted up a flotation tank full of liquid and, using her mutant strength, threw it through a nearby wall causing debris to fall around them.

As the pair wrecked the lab, alarms blared to life, the room bathed in neon pink flashing lights as the place began to crumble. "Strange choice of colour for an alarm." She thought. "Better we'd not let everything get buried." She grabbed one of the vials, intending to secure it for evidence, but as she did, a large tank in the centre of the room exploded, sending a cloud of the glowing pink liquid into the air.

"Rogue, watch out!" Harley shouted, but it was too late. The mist enveloped them both, the strange substance clinging to their skin and seeping into their bodies.

Rogue gasped, feeling a sudden, overwhelming wave of heat and pleasure surge through her. Her thoughts grew hazy, her body tingling with an unfamiliar sensation. She looked over at Harley and saw the same expression of shock and arousal on her face.

"W-what's happenin' to us?" Rogue managed to gasp, her voice breathy and strained.

Harley, her usual playful demeanour replaced by a look of confusion and lust, shook her head. "I don't know, but it feels... kind of amazing..."

The transformation was rapid and all-encompassing as the bimbo virus merged with the accelerant from the tank. Rogue's normally lithe figure swelled with exaggerated curves, her clothes splitting and tearing, straining to contain her newly voluptuous body. Her waist grew so thin so that her belt slipped down, resting on her shapely new hips. Harley's transformation was equally dramatic, her already curvaceous figure becoming even more pronounced, her lips forming a perfect pout, her skin and eyes glowing with a newfound radiance.

Their minds, too, were affected. The sharp, tactical thoughts that had driven them through the raid were replaced by a haze of pleasure and desire. They looked at each other, their expressions shifting from confusion to a shared, unspoken understanding. They both fought what was happening to them, but the tingling between their legs refused to be ignored.

"Ohh, we need to get out of here," Rogue said, her voice husky with arousal.

Harley nodded, her eyes dark with lust. "Yeah, before anything else gets blown up!"

They stumbled out of the lab, the alarms still blaring, their bodies tingling with the aftereffects of the virus. As they made their way back to the surface, they couldn't help but notice the way their new forms moved, the way their heightened senses picked up every sound and scent. With her last ounce of concentration, Rogue picked up Harley and flew at top speed to their rented apartment, trying desperately to ignore the urge to press her lips into Harley's even as the gymnast nuzzled against her, enjoying the unreal softness of her skin.

Once they reached the safety of their hideout, they collapsed onto the plush couch, their bodies still humming with arousal. They looked at each other, their minds growing increasingly clouded with arousal.

"Harley, we need to figure out what happened to us," Rogue said, her voice shaky but determined. "Those chemicals... Ah've seen that stuff before in the X-Men's files. Some kind of viral accelerant that Sinister uses to mutate people, but..." she looked down at her swollen tits and examined her perfect, talon-like fingernails with almost natural French polish colouring, "...ah've seen nothin' like this. It's like we got hit with some kind of bimbo virus!" She giggled at the idea, her mind already being altered just like her body was.

Harley nodded, "We gotta figure this out Roguey," she said, a mischievous smile creeping onto her lips. "And maybe have a little fun while we do." With that, she ran her hand up Rogue's leg, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from her friend. "Or maybe a lot of fun..." she thought, as she clambered onto Rogue's lap and began to kiss her.

Rogue broke the kiss and stared at Harley, her eyes dark with lust. "Harley, Ah can't take it anymore. Ah need you."

Harley, her usual playful demeanour now replaced by raw, unfiltered desire, nodded. "Me too, Roguey. Let's not fight it."

Their lips met in a heated kiss, their tongues intertwining, the passion between them igniting. Rogue's hands roamed over Harley's newly enhanced curves, her touch sending shivers down Harley's spine. Harley's fingers tangled in Rogue's hair, pulling her closer as their pillowy lips melded together making sensual, exaggerated kissing noises.

"God, you feel so good," Rogue murmured against Harley's lips, her voice husky with need.

Harley moaned softly, her hands slipping under Rogue's shirt to caress her sensitive skin. "So do you, Roguey. So do you."

They quickly discarded their torn outfits, their bodies pressing together as they explored each other's new forms. Rogue's hands moved over Harley's breasts, her thumbs teasing the hardened nipples. Harley gasped, arching into Rogue's touch, her own hands finding Rogue's wet heat.

"Harley," Rogue gasped, her hips bucking against Harley's fingers. "Please, ah need it."

Harley grinned, her eyes filled with mischief and lust. "Anything for you, Roguey."

She lowered her head, her tongue flicking out to taste Rogue's wetness. Rogue moaned loudly, her fingers gripping Harley's hair as she moved her hips in time with Harley's movements. The pleasure was intense, overwhelming, and Rogue felt herself spiralling towards release.

"Oh fuck, Harley, ah'm gonna cum," Rogue cried out, her body tensing as the orgasm washed over her. Harley didn't stop, her tongue and fingers working together to prolong Rogue's pleasure. When Rogue finally came down from her high, she pulled Harley up for another passionate kiss, tasting herself on Harley's lips.

"My turn," Harley whispered, her voice thick with desire.

Rogue nodded, her eyes blazing with lust. "Lie back, sugah."

Harley did as she was told, her body trembling with anticipation. Rogue moved between her legs, her tongue teasing Harley's swollen clit. Harley's moans filled the room as Rogue brought her to the brink, her hands clutching at the couch.

"Roguey, I'm so close," Harley gasped, her body writhing in pleasure. She pressed Rogue's face into her cunt with her feet. Once scarred and hardened by her acrobatic lifestyle, she noticed now that they were soft and perfectly pedicured.

Rogue didn't relent, her movements becoming more focused and deliberate. Harley's orgasm hit her like a train, her cries of pleasure echoing through the hideout. Rogue continued to lick and suck, drawing out Harley's release until she was left panting and spent.

As they lay together, their bodies entwined, Rogue's mind began to clear. She realized that while the physical connection between them was incredible, it wouldn't be enough to sate the overwhelming desires that the virus had awakened. Orgasming staved it off, but it wasn't going to last long.

"Harley, we need to do something about this," Rogue said, her voice still breathless.

Harley nodded, her expression thoughtful. "You're right. We can't keep going like this. We need to find a way to control these urges until we can figure out what happened."

Rogue's eyes lit up with an idea. "Ah've heard about a place in New York called the Vixen's Den. A strip club where all the dancers are former superheroines. We'd fit right in while we try to figure this out."

Harley grinned, her excitement palpable. "That sounds perfect, Roguey. Let's do it!"

The decision made, they quickly dressed. Both women barely noticed that they had opted to skip wearing a bra and underwear - it was just smarted not to wear those uncomfortable things. They subconsciously slipped on their sluttiest heels -- after all, they just felt better. Squeezing themselves into their too-small superhero outfits. Their minds focused -- such that they could -- on their new mission.

The Vixen's Den awaited.