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The door to the lab opened, having been able to both remember her passcode and the hidden lever to move the bookshelf, Chloe breathed a sigh of relief as her body seemed to cool down just from the act of being back here. "Holy. Shit." and... she winced a little, not alone. Whatever he was expecting, Marcus' jaw was currently gaping open as he stared around her home lab, the small sounds of computers and machinery buzzing away.

Certainly occupied, Chloe slyly went to go test how much as she slowly reached over to pull down his shorts, earning a gentle swat that made her pull her hand back. Pouting, Chloe shook herself back from the constant need she felt as she went over towards the chair dominating the center of the lab. She couldn't remember what all the buttons did, and sitting down was uncomfortable as the seat was clearly designed for someone less curvy than her. It unfortunately also confirmed the worst of her fears, as her lab was protected from any unauthorized Cyberspace meddling and had remained obviously unchanged in comparison to the rest of her apartment.

She felt a shimmer of something and waiting for it to make itself known, and felt it fizzle and pop into nothingness.

Crap... double crap... like... ohhhhhhhhh...

if she was standing she'd stamp a foot in frustration. The current predicament and outburst of bimbos and Dolls on campus was obviously the fault of Technovile's tech, perverted in some manner by Brandon Danvers, and clearly something here wanted to help her.

The good news was she could fix it... probably... maybe... as she looked around for any clue as to what she was actually supposed to do. Marcus was still gazing around distractingly in a little bit of awe, eyes gliding across the various tables and screens, another door with a strange green orb on it leading to another room, the massive computer servers running at full speed. He also had his shirt pulled up a little, his well-defined V drawing Chloe's eyes back down to his crotch, causing her to lick her lips.

No! Focus!

But focusing wasn't going to do much... her head was super full of delicious bimbo thoughts and most of the normal boring thoughts and memories had slipped away from her. Even sitting in this chair wasn't bringing back much; there was the helmet which was important for sure, placing it over her long pink curls... obviously her lab could help her deal with the Technovile stuff... if only Minerva was around to help. Minerva!

"Minerva, sweetie? Are you there babe?" Nope. Nothing. Well, not nothing. A screen popped up that Chloe could read, if she sounded everything out, that Minerva was too taxed dealing with quar- quar-n- ... she couldn't help.

Groaning in annoyance, Chloe pounded one fist onto the arm of a chair, a soft beep echoing as the chair started to hum and light up. She felt a bit of static start to fill the void between her ears before it came to a stop, a screen popping up in front of her with a message.

Warning: mental data corruption percentage too high for recording and storage. Initiate reset?

A handy green Y and red N holographic set of buttons appeared in front of her.

Giggling at her luck, Chloe taps the Y, ready for the machine to fix everything.

Saved engram data also shows signs of corruption. initiate override for reset

Yes yes yes!

Her daily diary has older versions of herself and if she was any smarter than she was now she'd be able to formulate something, anything better than her current plan of sucking every dick in Rapid Rivers until she was a mess.

Enter Passcode:

Enter what? ... where?! Ohhhhhh... why did smart her put in so many fail-safes? This was getting ridiculous. A green blip on the corner of her screen wiped away the screen as she input what was more than likely an incorrect code as another message appeared. "

Corrupted engram data not optimal for reset. Initiate emergency override and reset by achieving a mental data corruption percentage higher than acceptable parameters."

...

"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.

She was stuck looking at the team from how she interacted with heroes in her former life and while the Ladies of Victory were definitely powerful even with Athena and Nike being absent in their roles as world-wide heroines, they were certainly also suspiciously well-suited to the strangeness of Rapid Rivers. On one hand it meant that she didn't need to wait on them to accept her (probably assisted by the fact that the US probably didn't get much news about the exploits of Dr. Demented), and on the other well... she was still trying to acclimate to so much change in a short period of time and she was sure she'd settle into what the Ladies of Victory needed.

"Umm, Minerva... if it's a virus maybe I can do something about it?" Demi tried to keep her voice determined but she was a lab rat, having the tower on lockdown like it was now was really her first run-in with trouble since her change.

"negative doctor. The virus is mnemonic and digital in nature. protocol is to block uninfected individuals from infection and to apologize to you specifically for being direct in my assessment of the situation."

Demi blinked at that, she had only limited interactions with Chloe, the girl who had designed Minerva and the tower, but she was a rather brisk individual so Demi didn't know what to expect. Who teaches an AI to apologize?

"Ughhh....well, they at least can't get in here right?" Cassandra was chewing on her thumb, like she was forgetting something important. She had made a run for the designated safe room that was Demi's lab when she came into contact with a Doll in the hallway, Magdalena was still learning how to fight and what her powers were so it wasn't much surprise that she was among the transformed; which was also probably why the Doll let her make skin contact with it and she turned off all her motor functions. Cassandra winced a bit at that, she'd have to remember to apologize to the airheaded bimbo later assuming they all get out of this.

"Of course not, the lab is sealed up and in lockdown. It's designed to be impregnable from pretty much any attack angle; Miracle Maiden and Magdalena can't break it down, Flamera is more likely to burn the building down before the lab, there's no weird tricks Ninjette or Slingshot could do, and Voodoo Queen set up the wards so she couldn't remove them even if she wanted to, that's why it's the safe room."

Demi chuckled a bit at that, it also had some tricks to keep things from getting out too. "- and Maven said that if someone is able to hack into the tower and bring us out of lockdown we're in deep enough shit a safe room isn't going to help. Hell, the door doesn't even open normally so Tricksterella can't get inside."

Cassandra nodded, that last statement giving her pause, like there was something there but it was just out of reach. She'd sent out an alert, and if the tower was on lockdown the notoriously last-minute Beatrice should have known not to come in, but still...

The pantry!

Cassandra had realized what she was missing just as the door to the nearby snack cabinet, the little room filled with some rations but mostly (and quickly stress devoured) chocolate and snacks, creaked open. The two heroines moved quickly, their bodies thinking faster than their minds as they realized what was happening, but it was too late.

The Doll that stepped into the room was different from the others, dressed head to toe in black with a military style cap on, their bodysuit featuring shoulder epaulets but the same heels and cut to show off her massive, obscene tits that put even the other Dolls to shame. It took a second for Cassandra to recognize the Doll as Tricksterella, but that second was all she needed to move into the room. A blur of ebony skin and pink latex blinked past Cassandra, slamming into Demi as the doctor tried to reach for something to defend herself with... even transformed Slingshot could still move faster than any normal human could react.

Another Doll, Flamera, hovered into the room, dipping past Cassandra to join her fellow Doll in the conversion of the good doctor, leaving the telepath to face off against their commander. Delta smirked down at the woman, her former teammate, and soon to be fellow doll, causing Cassandra to shiver. She wasn't sure why Beatrice was different, but her attitude and swagger as she walked towards Cassandra indicated a clear difference to the mechanically smooth movements of the regular Dolls. Staring down at her through her swirling pink/black visor, Delta came right up to Cassandra and stopped, chest pushed out as if just asking for the esper to try again the trick she'd used on Magdalena.

Shit shit shit!

A moan punctuated the air as Cassandra went to turn, to see what was happening to Demi behind her, but the Doll Commander quickly reached out and forced her head back to stare at her, Delta's gaze mocking her even as she stopped at simply keeping Cassandra looking at her, well within arms reach. The heroine hated how smug her former friend looked, basically just daring her to try and touch her.

Fine, you want a piece of me? I'll at least wipe that smirk off your face you dumb bitch before I go.

< Reaching out, the Doll wiggled and jiggled it's truly impossible sized breasts as Cassandra put her hand between them, as if helping her get maximum skin contact right before she opened up her mind and-

She screamed in ecstasy as her body shook with orgasm, Delta reaching out one arm to keep her from collapsing while the other ensured she didn't lose contact. Cassandra couldn't think, couldn't feel, a thousand or more voices battering against her mental defenses in unison as it withered and collapsed against the wave of endless bliss and obedience.

All girls must be Dolls. All Dolls obey Master. All Dolls exist for Master.

If it wasn't the mantra that was invading every corner of her mind and replacing her inner voice with it's own, it was the shattered minds of a dozen or more individuals vibrating in mindless subservience and pleasure. She could almost feel what was left of Keiko, now and empty husk whose only purpose was to amplify the ecstasy of serving Master, obeying Master, being a Doll for Master. She had shut her eyes to deal with Delta but they were now forced open by the powerful orgasm ripping through her.

Her vision and mind were instantly ensnared by the Commander's visor, it's twisting spirals working in concert with Delta, and therefore the Master's singular will. She never had a chance, the telepathic path opening wider and letting more of the Doll's programming and thoughts enter her own, pushing away everything to make room for her inevitable enslavement. All girls must be Dolls, she was a girl, and therefore she was a Doll, it was just the way the world worked and she hadn't known it yet. Hadn't known until the Commander had opened the way for her. She was already a Doll, a nameless obedient slave to Master, and if she didn't want to submit to that reality she knew even that fate would be drowned in an ocean of eternal ecstasy.

All girls were Dolls, and all Dolls exist for Master.

Her reward was immediate bliss, her mind going glassy and pink as she betrayed it, willfully giving up her sense of self to a higher purpose, a more obedient purpose. Cassandra's eyes were blank as Delta maneuvered her towards one hulking, leaking teat, so that her body could join her mind in endless Doll ecstasy, a tiny glint of green reflecting in the pink and black spiral of Delta's visor...