Chloe adjusted her glasses as she sighed, glancing down at a holographic panel in front of her as she tapped away on a nearby keyboard made out of green light. It had been awhile since she had worked in a lab fully set inside Cyberspace, the limitless power and being able to fully unshackle her metahuman brain leaving an unpleasant taste in her mouth even as she continued to work. Bimbette, still unconscious, was now on a futuristic medical bed hovering over the floor of the nearly empty lab. Chloe had cleaned it out of anything she could find, and while there were a few questions answered by what was left, any relevant data or tools had been scrubbed from existence as if it never were.
She knew there had to have been an AI behind Brandon Denvers finding the lab and using it, although she still couldn't figure out why. His whole plan had been flawed from the start, and she had a feeling the backup plan had more to do with letting the AI out of the lab to stretch its legs. Unfortunately, when she was undoing the reality-editing it had done through the virus it installed into PicUp there was nothing to track, and this lab was turning into a dead end. The only clue remaining was Bimbette and she wasn't going to be much help.
At least she's alive
. Chloe internally flinched at the calculated one her thoughts took, forcing herself to expend the extra energy to make that thought empathetic instead as she quickly went over the high-tech medical devices she was building from the ground up and editing into reality. She wasn't necessarily fond of the bimbofying villainess, but if the lab had been responsible for hurting her or worse Chloe would have definitely taken it poorly, it was the right thing to feel.
A breath stopped in her throat mid-exhale as her consciousness still tried to expand, leaving behind pesky things like those human emotions, could feel the screws catch as she rejected the notion. While it was true Chloe could probably fix Bimbette, discover the source of her power and mute it, and fix whatever effects were caused by the combination of her strange magic and the lab, the need to be done with it and get out of here and feel normal again clawed at her.
If she had a few weeks maybe she could solve the mystery, with this being the first opportunity she had to really look into what made the woman so easy to capture yet so difficult to keep contained. Her several escapes weren't just blind luck, but a central part of her power that seemed to be constantly evolving to escape confinement and get out in the world. The rainbow cascade surrounding her was doing its best, but its success had more to do with it being programmed to simulate a constant loop of escape and capture to trick whatever unknown forces were working within Bimbette rather than fully shielding the surrounding area from her magicks.
The combined result had been the slow transformation of Abigail, Lucille, and the rest of the bimbos, the magic sinking into Abigail who was near it 24/7 until it had warped her into a magical bimbo of some kind in her own right, able to create and enchant clothing from nothing even though it was almost always bimbo-themed (and Chloe still wasn't sure if that wasn't just an aesthetic choice). That was a whole can of worms that Voodoo Queen was busy trying to undo; the very binary nature of Cyberspace was not exactly built for the illogical nature of magic.
It didn't mean she couldn't update the glimmering shield to block Bimbette's power more effectively and prevent a similar leakage, but the hairs on the back of her neck were starting to raise as Chloe's body shook, her hands steady as she finished the programming despite the urge to escape settling in. She didn't like being in a full-Cyberspace setting like this, not just because of the constant tingle of unlimited potential at her fingertips begging to be used but at the speed she was processing data it felt like her mind was expanding further, seeking more information, and something out there calling out to her and pushing her back into herself lest she lose everything she had fought for.
I hate it here.
Chloe had to focus on what was important. Her friends, her city... her sister Madison. She worked hard to help her younger sister live the best life she could, the most normal life either of them could with everything that had happened. Chloe needed to be there for her.
That last thought was one she had frequently but this time it didn't feel like her own, almost as if it was a warning that she should leave now and with a shiver, she gently tugged Bimbette out of the lab and back into Realspace, letting her mind slow down as she gently decreased the tune she had placed on it like an engine that was capable of so much more horsepower than she needed in the moment. Getting rid of the lab didn't require much effort after all considering it was far easier to just fling zeroes at something until it just ceased to be.
Chloe blinked away the shimmer of green light that covered the wall for a moment, erasing the lab from existence. The sigh she released came from her entire body as she forced herself to relax, to think like a normal person again, and she started making her way out of the back room. Bimbette floated silently behind her as she maneuvered through the little apartment and made her way towards the sound of women's voices, some raised as she cleared the stock room and opened the steel security door the rest of the way.
"What do you mean you're shutting them down!?! Where am I going to find a bra that can hold these puppies!"
"Well there's plenty of non-magical custom shops-"
"Why the hell would I want a normal one! The whole reason we shop here isn't just because the clothes are cute and make our titties look great, I haven't had back pain in weeks thanks to them!"
"Well they're also turning you into a... wait, no back pain?"
A chorus of agreements and murmurings of discontent from the crowd of civilian women surrounding Voodoo Queen, Jennifer, Lucy Maybach, and Abigail. Chloe was a little surprised to see the latter looking exactly like the last time she had seen her, with the older woman still obviously bimbo-shaped even if her eyes held a bit more cunning intellect than before. Chloe recognized that look, the owner of the Bimbo's Kiss clearly thinking she could get away with something... especially with a crowd of supporting customers, even while some of her employees were looking like they were waking up from a strange dream.
Most of the women had been returned to some form of normalcy, like Jen more than one was in an outfit better suited for a stripper and there was a clear pattern forming in the line-up of busty bimbo bodies of various ages all looking equally annoyed at Voodoo Queen. Some seemed grateful that she had come in and dispelled the worst of the effects from Bimbette's magic and Lucy's machinations, but the rest looked like they were ready to riot in the name of...
"Yeah! I've suffered enough since puberty, and ever since my husband bought me a bra from here I've felt a decade younger since I can move around finally! Instead of blowing out my back in my 40s because I didn't get a breast reduction it'll be because my hubby fucks my brains out every night, and sure it costs a few braincells but for the first time in my life I'm finally happy with my body!"
