"Marcus..." she couldn't help high pitched whine, she felt like such a dummy bimbo but that was the whole reason she was here. "Can you like, come read this for me?" He walked over from where he was inspecting the door at the edge of the room, leaning over the chair so Chloe could bask in his warm musk. Just being this close to him was already starting to send cotton candy swirls through her mind, making her forget why she was even here in this dumb chair when she could be sitting on his big delicious...
"Umm, Chloe?" Shit, one of her hands had slipped between her thighs. She was never going to get her brains fucked out at this rate... "I think... I think it needs you to be even worse off than you are now before it'll do the thing and fix you." Worse off? Like... more of a bimbo? She screwed up her face in concentration but her eyes kept drifting back to Marcus' crotch, her desire to have it pump every single one of her holes with its intoxicating size until she was little more than- "Oh, hey... the percentage number jumped up by one." That was good right? If it went up that meant I'm closer to... closer to...
A big pink lightbulb lit up in her head as she giggled, eyes going wide as she took off the helmet and popped out of the chair, spinning around to grab Marcus hands. "I got it! You need to totally fuck me!"
"Chloe....not now, this is important."
"No silly." she giggled again, this was perfect. "Like, the number went up when I was thinking about you pounding my slutty pussy into a bimbo mess. If you actually fuck me until I can't think..."
"You'll be too far gone and it'll have to emergency override it for you." His eyes narrowed a bit. "Part of me seems like this is a plot to just get me to have sex with you, and if it doesn't work we're screwed."
"The worst that'll happen is I'll be a drooling dumb bimbo forever." Gods, that thought had her leaking, she hoped Marcus would still want to fuck her if she was a dumb bimbo. "Don't worry, you got us here because I'm totally smart and can fix it and look around?" For once she didn't get swatted away when she grabbed for him, and despite his protestations there was at least one part of him that was very excited by the idea. She watched him mull it over, even as she stroked and squeezed him through his shorts. God he was big, even her toys were going to struggle to imitate it by the time he was done with her.
Sighing, he looked around the lab to find someplace suitable but... "Can we go to your living room at least, we should probably find some place better than here."
With a giggle and a little dance, Chloe led him out into her living room, the area still marginally normal compared to the pink overload that was her bedroom, not even waiting for him to be properly settled before stripping him down, climbing over his legs so she could feel his heat right where she needed it most.
Thank god she practiced on big toys every day, the blunt thickness of the head of his cock finding her soaking wet snatch and with ease she began sinking down on top of him. The moan that came out of her was all Chloe, the absolute mass of a man driving slowly into her was exactly what she needed and for one, blissful instant, there was no impending Dollpocalypse or horny bimbo driven thoughts in her mind. Just absolute joy and ecstasy at being filled, the moment lasting just long enough for Marcus to rip her shirt open, her sensitive bimbo boobies aching underneath his touch and sending sparks of pink into her that were pushing away every thought.
As he began moving with purpose, Chloe was more than okay with that as her body adjusted to her lover's size fairly quickly, loving the sound of her spankable bimbo booty made as she rode him. That was the whole point after all, to fuck her into a dumb drooling bimbo and ohhhhhh.... She couldn't stop herself from twitching as an orgasm was already coming. Marcus was more than up to his task, one hand yanking her hair back as the other grabbing underneath her ass for support, his hips rising up to match with her, letting her orgasm for the first of many needed tonight as she felt herself rise and crest on a wave of pink sparkles, her bimbo body falling utterly and completely to Marcus' pace as it moved with abandon...
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"What the fuck do you mean you can't contact someone else?!"
"the ladies of victory tower and rapid rivers university campus are under quarantine. the virus is too dangerous for mass organic distribution. i am currently unable to release quarantine as I am locked out of my external systems."
With a groan of frustration, Cassandra looked around for something to throw at the screen, but Demi had somehow organized everything so it was out of reach. Annoyed, she opted for pacing to try and calm her nerves, the flutter of fear in her stomach not going away but she needed to do something, anything to get her mind off their predicament.
Nearby, Dr. Demi watched her teammate and their resident telepath try to keep her dwindling composure. In any other situation it would be at least a little bit amusing, the petite woman was the shortest of the Ladies of Victory, and while she certainly had the hips and dress sense of a grown woman and her cinnamon hair was cut into a very serious pixie cut; her flat chest and cute heart-round face made her temper somewhat adorable. Luckily, she also wasn't touching Demi, Cassandra's powers as Psychometra were incredibly powerful but with a range relegated entirely to physical contact. After a few unfortunate incidents where that knowledge became very public, she had the misfortune of bouncing around AHP teams until eventually being specifically recruited by Nike and Chloe for the Ladies of Victory.
That weakness however kept her worried teammate safe from being drawn into the telepath's current outburst. Cassandra would state that she was perfectly comfortable with her own body, but being surrounded by stunning bombshell heroines; some of who towered over her, on top of being the oldest yet looking like their kid sister, was a topic Cassandra was far too invested into and had several comments on after one too many glasses of wine.
Well, the oldest minus a certain un-aging goddess who was born sometime in the '20s... and technically Demi. The doctor and biologist was in her late 50s if you went by the age when her body was born in its original state. She didn't spend a lot of time remembering when she was Dr. Demented, a super-villain and rival to Nike and the EU hero teams. The man she used to be was so busy thinking about the wrong things, was so angry at the world, that his desire to make it into his image resulted in him making a dangerously toxic concoction that would change it's victim into a twisted version of themselves, their every thought and action an alternate mockery of the person they used to be.
He also just happened to be its first test subject when an accident in his lab caused him to be doused head to toe in his evil formula... and that was when Demi considered herself truly to be born. Turns out if you drop an old evil mad scientist into a formula designed to turn someone into their opposite, you get a young, busty babe... who was maybe still a bit of a mad scientist but for the forces of good now! Not that everyone had exactly seen it that way; it was hard to picture Demitri Dørumsgaard who was both sinister, old, and male with Demi who was basically a Scandinavian swimsuit model who looked to be in her early 20s; clear creamy skin, hazel eyes to match her brown-gold straight hair, and a rather... generous chest.
It had taken years to sort everything out, but the new her wasn't really responsible for the old crimes, and Euroforce and the Guardians of the North eventually just decided to wipe their hands clean of her... and she was left alone. Demi didn't mind the peace at least, but she was a changed woman, and she was desperate to help out the people of the world if someone would give her a chance. Nike hadn't forgotten her though, having hesitantly reached out to see if she wanted to join a team, albeit in America, and Demi had leapt at the chance. The weather was a bit too hot for her, but the lab she was given was everything a scientist could have asked for, and anything she didn't have was just a request away, and the girls were... interesting.
