The Swift Sentinel groaned as the world slowly drifted back into focus. What… what happened to me…? She raised a hand to her head, stroking at the side. The feeling was wrong—not only because her head felt unnaturally heavy, but there was a disconnect between what she was expecting to feel from her fingers and the actual sensation. I was… I was out as Swift… I was running… across a bridge, and… and…

She pulled back her hand, and stared at how much shinier it was in the dim light. It glistened and shined, a stark contrast to the dull steel wrapped around both of her wrists. This wasn’t the first time she’d ended up at a supervillain’s mercy, so while she was hardly happy to see the shackles there it was possible for her to breathe slow and fight back the instinctive urge to panic.

Latex…? Why are my gloves—w-wait… I’m wearing… sleeves…? She stared along her arms, and sure enough, where they were usually bare instead a clear panel clung tightly to her athletic arms.

White latex replaced the spandex she’d been wearing before, emphasizing the curves of her body while downplaying her strength. Every small movement she made squeaked, making the heroine incredibly aware of her body. Even her shoes were different, replaced with high heeled latex boots that reached up to her thighs with several locks keeping anyone from being able to pull them off without the key.

To make things even worse, both had a very pointed, very high heel that would make super speed at best difficult and at worst incredibly dangerous.

Bonds around her ankles matched the ones around her wrists. Chains from both lead into the shadows, lost in a darkness that the Swift Sentinel’s eyes were incapable of penetrating. Wait, I… I was on the bridge, and… and someone was there…?

As Kayla’s mind slowly recovered, it was easier to remember more than just a dizzying red blur. It was easier to remember Reshaper’s breasts hidden behind her leather jacket, her voice, and… there was more, something that had felt so important, but no matter how hard she grasped for it Kayla’s mind found it too slippery a thought to hold for long.

“Ah… you’re awake…!”

“Reshap—ahh!”

The Swift Sentinel tried to reply, but her words were cut short as the bonds at her wrists retracted, pulling her from the floor until her wrists were flush with the wall behind her. The bonds at her ankles were pulled taught similarly, and either it was the metal band that wrapped around her waist that made her not feel any pain held up to the wall, or some magic or technology she couldn’t understand.

Nothing Reshaper did seemed to obey any of the laws of physics so Kayla was mostly just glad it didn’t hurt.

“That’s right, Swifty…! I’m Reshaper, and you…” The purple-haired woman stepped into the light, her red eyes hooding low. Her top lip was painted green, the bottom black as they curled into a wicked grin. “You’re my prisoner. I’m going to have a lot of fun getting you to behave the way I want you to… but it shouldn’t be too difficult…”

Grunting, the heroine struggled and twisted in her bonds but all that did was make the latex around her squeak and squelch. Her cheeks burned, and she frowned as she looked up at the villain. For a long moment she was silent, straining to keep her mind as close to blank as she could.

Some time between her capture of the Sentinel and now, Reshaper’s clothing had changed. She was now wearing a leather skirt that only came to mid-thigh, and above that a tight corset that held up her large, round breasts in a way that only be described as “aggressive.” Black leather gloves nearly reached her shoulders.

The same mask still sat on her face, obscuring so little but keeping her identity a complete mystery.

“Impressive…! But you know…” Reshaper stepped closer, trailing a single fingertip down along the center of the heroine’s body. “Singing little songs to yourself may keep your surface thoughts from betraying you…? But it doesn’t really help you get out of here, either. Not that you can, but it’s not like I don’t want you to struggle…

“So, please. Mary had a little lamb is a bit passé, though, isn’t it…?” Reshaper’s red eyes hooded, her fingertip moving down past the metal wrapped around her captive’s waist to caress down to her still clothed crotch. “You could try… oh, I don’t know… Ring around the Rosie? I know its origin can be a little bit… dark… but…” Her finger traced back and forth along the Sentinel’s slit, pushing the tight latex down against the heroine’s panties underneath. “You all… fall… down.”

“Ahh…!” The Swift Sentinel’s eyes crossed as she felt the finger press past the latex, past the cotton, thrusting deep between her legs. She whimpered, trembling against the wall as she struggled to catch her breath.

Can’t… react… can’t give her… anything… Instead of calming, her breathing only grew quicker and quicker as the heroine felt her body involuntarily clenching around the villain’s slowly stroking digit. Ahhh… c-can’t… Can’t give in… even if she wants me to struggle… I still won’t give her anything… can’t make this… fun for her…!

Reshaper chuckled quietly, her slick finger withdrawing from the Swift Sentinel’s sex. The latex was unbroken as her finger withdrew, leaving no visible indication of how she so easily reached past the heroine’s replaced costume. “You stopped singing just long enough… and please, struggle. Please, don’t give me anything… but I’m going to give you plenty sentinel… like…” She grasped the heroine’s cheeks, forcing her slick finger into the sentinel’s mouth as it opened. “This…!”

Kayla whimpered, her eyes hooding behind her goggles as she tasted her own pussy. Nnn… Why can’t I bite down… her finger is in my mouth… I should just be able to… bite… to… Why do I feel so… so… ohh…

The taste tingled on her tongue, hot and tingling as she felt that sensation wrap around her mind. She’d still been in the process of waking up when the bonds suddenly pulled her into the wall, but so much of her hard earned grasp on consciousness now felt suddenly weaker. She was still more than capable of thinking, but a wave of drowsy heat had the heroine slumping in her bonds.

She can read my thoughts… r-right… I shouldn’t be thinking so much, but… how do I… nn… not think…? Again, she tried to press her teeth down, but all she could do was lightly graze the villain’s gloved finger with her teeth. My jaw just won’t… work…?

“Mmm, sorry, but I’m more of a sadist than a masochist… I made sure that you wouldn’t be hurting me while I had my fun. You understand, I’m sure…!” Reshaper’s red eyes hooded so low, glowing in a dangerously alluring way as the sentinel struggled to flutter her eyes and open them wider. “Don’t worry… I didn’t do anything to destroy your jaw. I could have made it so you just can’t bite down, but… instead…?”

Reshaper withdrew her finger, now slick more with saliva than lust.

The wet digit pressed its tip directly between the heroine’s eyes, and she mewled as she felt saliva drip down between her thoughts, making everything slower and slicker. Her latex costume squeaked as her thighs clenched.

“I used your mind to ensure that you wouldn’t hurt me… because if you did, well, I’d get upset…” Reshaper drew back her finger, and stroked it down along the heroine’s neck. “No one benefits from me getting unhappy. Especially not you…”

“F-fuck you…” The Swift Sentinel quietly groaned, a shudder rolling down along her spine. “I won’t… you won’t… NNn… How do you keep doing these… things…?!”

Reshaper grinned, and shrugged. “Don’t know, really! Don’t care, either. Maybe I’m a demigoddess, or a full on divinity! Maybe I’m just some gal who can bend reality to suit my whims… it never really mattered to me. What does matter to me, is that I’m going to change you into what I think you should be… what you could be to make me very, very happy. Since I can do literally anything that I want, it really just comes down to deciding what sounds the most fun!

“Making this last is really my goal this time, but it’s so hard when I can just do… this…”

She poked the center of the heroine’s chest.

The Swift Sentinel blinked.

Did she… do anything…? I don’t feel any different… She blinked more, squirming in her bonds. She bit down behind sealed lips, still needing to strain to keep her eyes from hooding on their own in her languid, low-energy state. Stop thinking, try to just… how can I come up with something, or do anything if I don’t… Ring around the—

Reshaper’s grin faded away, and a moment later, she was smiling.

Nothing about it was very special. Her cheeks and lips stretched, but not to any unusual degree. Her lips were so full, so kissable, but they had been even before she’d smiled.

Special or not, the sentinel felt everything inside of her slow down to a crawl.

All of the focus she was intending to put towards resisting, blocking her own attempts at thoughts fell apart the moment she saw that smile. Something deep inside of her chest melted, and then she filled with butterflies.

She’s so… so…

Beautiful…

No longer struggling to keep her eyes from lazily hooding, the Swift Sentinel peered out from her goggles with glassy, dreamy eyes that stared longingly at those full lips. Her thighs clenched, more latex squeaking echoing through the room, but this time her blush wasn’t at all out of embarrassment. The heroine was far too lost in staring at the beautiful woman in front of her to be concerned with anything like embarrassment or shame.

Reshaper was simply far too beautiful.

Her smile was too powerful, and the Swift Sentinel could do nothing more than squirm in her bounds as her heart beat faster and her body yearned. That the other woman was a villain, one that was holding her captive with the explicit threat of brainwashing her into an obedient slave… that barely even felt like it mattered.

What mattered was taking in that beautiful smile.

What mattered was that Reshaper had the kind of beauty that made the Swift Sentinel ache and yearn for more.

“Goodness… You like it when I smile, huh…?” Reshaper moved closer, and each step made the heroine shudder against the wall. She tried to arch away from it, to press towards the villain, but the bonds held her too tightly. All of her struggles simply made the Swift Sentinel look more pitiful. “I can smile for you any time you want… as long as you do something for me. The first one is free… the rest…?”

Reshaper’s smile faded.

The Swift Sentinel whimpered, her heart sinking down into her gut. Not the kind of speedster who can just… vibrate out of bondage… but I… maybe if I… tried… I could get closer to her…! I… I need her to smile… I…

“The rest are going to cost you! But I can make those costs… reasonable.” Red eyes throbbed, each pulse making the Swift Sentinel’s heart beat that much faster. “If you cooperate, anyway. If you don’t, then, well… I won’t have any reason to smile, so why should I even waste my time. I think that sounds reasonable, don’t you?”

“Nn… reasonable, yeah, reasonable, sure…!” Grunting, the Swift Sentinel struggled more in her bonds. “What… what do you want…?! I want… I want to make you smile… I want to see you smile…!”

Red eyes hooded lower.

“Tell me that I can do whatever I want with your body… and I’ll smile again.”

Kayla whimpered, chewing on her lip as she stared longingly at the villain’s lips. Whatever she wants… to my body…? She’s already… felt… inside of me… Kayla’s thighs clenched as she remembered the violation. Before it was something horrible, something unwelcome, but the heat that throbbed through her body made it so impossible to see in such an unfavorable light.

Her finger was, after all, from the same woman as that smile.

Reshaper’s smile felt like the brightest light of the sun, and her sleepy, weak mind found it impossible to dissociate the two. Why wouldn’t she want to feel that smile inside of her? Why wouldn’t she want to clench around it, to surrender to it, to feel her body and mind buckle and yield to such a bright, perfect smile?

“All you need to say… and then… I’ll smile so much for you… How does that sound, Swifty…?” Reshaper licked her lips, her tongue leaving behind a gorgeous shine. “Not really much to ask for, is i—”

“You can do whatever you want to my body…!” She whimpered out the words, squirming in her bonds as she felt them escape past her lips. Her voice had all the desperation of an addict desperately needing a fix. “I… I know I was… resisting, that I… had some reason to… but I can’t… I can’t remember now, and it doesn’t feel as important as making you smile, so… so… You can touch me… anywhere… do… whatever you want… do whatever you want with my body!”

Reshaper purred, nodding slowly before leaning in to offer the heroine’s cheek a quick peck. “That’s a good girl, Swifty…! Here… a smile, just for you…”

As Reshaper’s smile returned, the Swift Sentinel shuddered in her bonds, quietly whimpering and shaking. “Th-thank you… thank you…! Your smile… it’s so… you’re so… I’ve never needed anything like I need you to keep smiling…!”

“I know, Swifty… Because I literally made you addicted to it. I also tied it directly to your libido, so…” Her smile deepened, and the Swift Sentinel loudly squealed as her hips bucked forward dramatically. “All I really need to do is smile at you, and you’re going to make a mess inside of your suit. You might not care about that right now, but trust me—it would have really embarrassed you before. Right now, though… I think you’re just into that.”

The heroine nodded frantically, quietly whimpering as her hips jerked and her eyes fluttered. She couldn’t look away from the villain’s beautiful smile. She couldn’t think about anything other than that smile.

It filled her with purpose, with satisfaction, with joy.

Nothing mattered more to her than watching Reshaper smile.

“Into that… yes… if that’s what… what will make you smile… I… nnnghh… I… what’s… ohhh…!” Kayla’s gaze was still trapped on the smiling villainess when a warm heat tingled up from her thighs. “Nnnn something… feels… ahh… s-strange…!”

“Well… you said that I could do anything with your body, right…?” Reshaper quietly sighed, grasping at her captive’s hips before giving them a hard, firm squeeze. “Your mind is a fixer-upper, but your body… don’t get me wrong… you’re hot and all… but I want something a little bit… more in a few places. We’re going to start back… here.”

Brown eyes finally managed to open wide behind her goggles as she felt her body expand. It ached, but it didn’t hurt as the very warmth of her growing obsession with the villain’s smile welled up in her ass, and pushed her out from the wall as the woman’s once tight, athletic body swelled dramatically. No longer a runner’s physique, her ass was now just wide enough that no one would be able to ignore the swell of her hips and the round, smooth curves behind her even if they weren’t wrapped up tightly in latex.

“But let’s balance you out a little, huh…?” Reshaper’s smile stayed in place as her hands reached up to grasp around the heroine’s breasts. She squeezed, and the Swift Sentinel whimpered as her eyes widened. “Wouldn’t want you to be… uneven… would we…?”

“N-no, not if that won’t make you smile…! Make me… make me… whatever… whatever you want…!” The Swift Sentinel mewled, whimpering as she arched her sensitive breasts into the villain’s tight grasp. “Use my body…! Make it… exactly what you want it to be… what you want me to be…p-p-please…!”

Sighing, Reshaper squeezed again.

“Anything for you, sweetheart.”

The Swift Sentinel screamed in erotic bliss as she felt her breasts expand, stretching the latex of her costume as her once small chest swelled out to dramatic proportions. While before they fit comfortably in Reshaper’s hands, now one breast would be hard to hold in both.

When the tingling in her chest ended, the heroine was panting, sweat glistening across her forehead. Her eyes remained locked so helplessly on Reshaper’s lips, following their green-and-black contours again and again. Each time her thighs clenched, and she whined as her hips rolled in rhythm with the path of her eyes.

There was no physical friction between her legs, but Kayla could still feel it in her mind.

A moment later she came, screaming the villain’s name.