Halfway through her day Chloe had realized that trying to go to class was pointless. It wasn't the normal level of uselessness she felt; freshman year being literally painful to slog through to the point that she was begging Madison to let her come back home, but her little sister had put her foot down. This year was almost as bad, having been able to (easily) test into a more advanced course on AI programming matrixes that she thought might be interesting right up until the first assignment, where she had to write a paper on an article on the complex ethics involved in pushing an AI into truly sentient territory… that she had written under a pseudonym.

Mr. Kaminsky was at least a good teacher, but by this point in the day the poor man had apparently had a run in with someone a little over-eager, a frumpled shirt half tucked in and some hastily cleaned lipstick still left over around his neck. Not that he was alone, there was clearly something afoot on campus as plenty of other guys in class were preoccupied with their thoughts or paying more attention to their phones than the class.

It was probably Amanda's fault, the lone other female in class, who clearly had a run into Bimbette at some point throughout the day. The normally small and mousey girl busy making sure her blonde pigtails were properly set-up, a pair of tits she didn't have last class currently stuffed into a comically small RRU shirt. Chloe was busy as Amanda finally got everything in place when she pulled out her phone, seeing the soft click of the camera capture a beautiful bimbo pout, when something hazy happened. Blinking her eyes, she tried shaking off the sudden wave of brain fog but that only served to kickstart the headache that was starting form. Ugh, what was that? she worried to herself as she stared at Amanda again to figure out what had caused the sudden headache and feeling of anxiety starting to form.

The giggly blonde bimbo had managed to stuff herself into a tiny excuse of a cheerleader's uniform, pigtails being held up by little pink pom poms, and Chloe frowned. She wished she could place the weird feeling in her stomach, and while she was silently among the majority of her classmates who appreciated the eye candy Mandi brought to class, she didn't know why the cheerleader was here, or even how she got into the class in the first place. Her obvious morning run-in with Bimbette hadn't helped, as the normally air-headed girl was a full ditzy bimbo, playing with her hair as she posted her selfie to PicUp, trying to find something else worth looking at and settling on the crotch of the guy next to her.

Sighing, Chloe felt the moment slip away from her as she let her mind wander back to her own morning, going back over the information she knew in an effort to pinpoint where she might be able to help the Ladies of Victory, knowing Voodoo Queen at least could easily handle Bimbette. She just hoped Miracle Maiden didn't have to run into her first, her friend lacking the kind of magical resistance one would need, which circled around to their earlier conversation as a blush started to creep in. Don't worry your pretty head about it. Jen thought she was pretty, a blush fully coming in as she ducked to hide her head, her thighs squeezing together pleasurably.

They were friends, friends say that sort of thing all the time, but Chloe's mood this morning plus everyone looking extra hot today meant that she was dealing with a nice buzz that had her overthinking a lot of things. She wouldn't quite say she was horny exactly, but she had definitely been single for awhile and while most of her acquaintances would think she thought herself above that sort of thing, Chloe was 100% Rapid Rivers native. She liked sex, and wasn't ashamed about it, but she'd been so busy in setting up the LoV and managing everything else in her life she just hadn't had time. Which was probably why her brain was so busy remembering how hot Jen had sounded when she said it rather than paying attention in class.

Instead of listening to Mr. Kaminsky prattle on about learned behaviors in matrices, she was also feeling a little vain about her looks today, her phone having been notifying her all day of people on PicUP interacting with her own morning selfie. She'd been more than just tempted to check, Mandi’s little display bringing her mind back to it and also spotlighting on the fact that the needy feeling was just part of the social media addiction cycle, but she had managed to avoid being distracted in class any more than she already was . A yell from Mr. Kaminsky showed she was at least doing a better job than some people, Mandi having disappeared under the desk to give Eric a quick blowjob. Another heavy sigh escaped her as she tried to ignore the heat she was feeling, putting her head down and again going over her morning while the professor did his best to restore order.

Chloe smothered a bit of a snort at that, not sure what he expected when he agreed to have a slut like Mandi in Advanced AI Mechanics, but that was his problem; her thighs unconsciously rubbing together in her leggings pleasurably as she reached in her bag for a lollipop; quietly unwrapping it as she tried to pretend that she wasn't jealous of Mandi getting all the attention or her mouth occupied. Nope, she was going to get through her day as quietly as possible, hit the gym, and head home to work on the case, the strawberry lollipop mixing well with her flavored pink lip gloss, mind wandering back towards Jen's breathy voice and her own buzzing phone…

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Chloe wasn't the only one thinking about that earlier conversation, as Miracle Maiden was currently sitting in a tree obviously upset. She'd promised her bestie that she'd find Bimbette but as the day was getting away from her, all she'd been able to find was a bunch of sexy coeds who wanted something from her. Some of the girls it was just a picture, although a few cute little sluts wanted something more, a giggle eliciting itself from her even as she tried to remain focused. She didn't mind any of it, some of the boys seemed concerned (probably about the villainess on the loose) but plenty of them were happy to let her service them, and while she hadn't had anything to eat since arriving on campus, Miracle Maiden had certainly been filled in a different manner many times. Unfortunately, she still wasn't able to locate Bimbette, and her search for at least a properly transformed student to know she was on the right track was hard because so many of the girls at RRU were so sexy to begin with. At this point, she figured she'd be stuck returning back to HQ empty handed, and she didn't want to disappoint Chloe.

A squeal from behind a series of bushes off in the distance teased her ears, the distinct high pitched noise followed by a soft giggle very familiar to the heroine, as she silently glided through the air to land hidden by the foliage, brushing it aside. Perhaps her luck was changing though, the soft glow of the afternoon shining brilliantly off a deliciously fat, tanned butt stuck up in the air. Twin pig-tails splayed around the head of the young woman as the guy she was on the ground with tried to adjust himself, her bee-stung cock pillow lips working away at his attempts to reason with her. The pink facsimile of a cheer outfit had long since stopped being able to contain the bouncy bimbo body underneath; and to bring it all together, her pink sky-high platform heels were obviously far too sexy to manage cheering in. Miracle Maiden silently praised her luck as she centered herself, adjusting her own too-small uniform to its bare minimum of modesty. With all that pink and a body like that, there was only one explanation as she walked around the bush.

"Excuse me, but like… could you answer a quickie for me?" She giggled as the guy's head swiveled to her bug-eyed, it was probably his first time seeing a heroine like her and she stood a little straighter, sticking out her prominent chest so he could get a good look.

"I just wanted to know if either of you have seen a woman who looks kind of like her who maaay be responsible for turning the girl you’re with into a bimbo." There wasn’t much of a point in asking the girl whose brain was probably already turned to mush after getting hold of a nice cock like that, Miracle Maiden unconsciously licking her lips as her mouth starts to water before she catches herself staring at it as well. The girl had an adorably dopey confused look as she tried to figure out what was happening, but as she stood up, her expression began twisting into as close to a look of anger as her cute, made-up face was capable of.

"Like excuse me! There's only one bimbo I see around here and it's you!" The girl stood up to poke a pink manicured finger at Miracle Maiden, the cheerleader's equally voluptuous chest at a similar height to hers thanks to the ridiculous heels she was wearing. Miracle Maiden couldn't stop a dumbfounded look of her own from coming across her face. How oblivious was this girl to her gargantuan curves packed into a slutty little pink outfit designed solely to get men (and some women) to fuck her? Her uniform might have been similarly easy access but she was a heroine and that’s just how it had to be, at least she had an excuse. The slutty cheerleader got right up into her chest and Miracle Maiden felt a flash of irritation as she pushed back, the twin pairs of orbs squishing together like tectonic plates forming the sexiest sets of mountains one could look at.

Plus, how could this girl not recognize Miracle Maiden? She was literally world famous and one of the heroines who served the people of Rapid Rivers. Sure she was also known for being a horny slut but that kind of reputation should have only made her more distinguishable.

"Don't be a dummy, which one of us is barely able to walk in those stupid pink heels?"

"I'm not a dummy, I totally like ace'd my test-out exams! Which one of us can barely cover their own nipples with that lame outfit?"

"My outfit's not lame! Says the bimbo dressed in a little skirt that can’t even cover their own butt!"

"Slut!"

"Bitch!"

"Whore!"

"Umm, Mandi, maybe we can calm down…"

"SHUT UP!"

If they were paying attention, both Miracle Maiden and the cheerleader might have noticed their pitch matched perfectly, a breathy high tone belying that while they were arguing vocally, their bodies had separate ideas. Each gravity-defying bust was pushing for supremacy, and what had once been only pressure had now turned into a slow war of attrition as they moved against each other.

"Your nipples are like, totally hard. You're just some horny bimbo super-skank."

"Look who's talking, you’re so turned on I can feel them through my like, super-tough skin. I bet you’re leaking your bimbo brain all over the grass.”

"Oh yeah? I can literally smell how horny you are. You probably just showed up because you wanted Eric to fuck you too."

Miracle Maiden was starting to get annoyed, this was getting nowhere arguing with a dumb bimbo who didn't even know she was a bimbo or that MM was here to help. A lightbulb dinged in her head as an idea entered her mind; she was a heroine after all so she had more than her fair share of experience in dealing with mind-controllers and other kinds of weirdos that this girl hadn't, and she started moving a hand between her opponent's thighs. Mandi yelped as she found what she was looking for, a gentle touch over her clit and slickness revealing that she was clearly just projecting onto Miracle Maiden what she was feeling.

"Oh? Your slutty little bimbo pussy has clearly made your head dull, look how wet you are." leaning in to glide their breasts together, she enjoyed the feeling of Mandi's body responding to her touch, a little moan escaping from the cheerleader being just what she wanted. "I bet you're so turned on you can't even think." With a deft move, Miracle Maiden tucked one of the girl's arms behind their back that was reaching to get back at her.

Giggling, Miracle Maiden maneuvered the two of them to the ground as Mandi struggled to keep herself from moaning, her body betraying her when her legs offered no resistance to MM's movements to spread them, grinding her own admittingly horny little clitty against the cheerleader's leg.

"See? Like, you thought that'd work on a heroine but I'm totally like, trained at pinning bimbos like you, and-" as if to prove her point, she slipped three fingers into the girl while her thumb continuously circled Mandi's most sensitive part, "- this little honey pot clearly belongs to a bimbo."

Mandi might have been trying to mouth an argument, but her bee-stung lips were too busy opening to moan her release to the pressure Miracle Maiden was applying, her hips gyrating in time to her opponent's ministrations and eyes closing as she tried to not admit defeat. This was definitely the easiest way to deal with a bimbo, and considering how she was starting to feel, MM was beginning to see why so many villains enjoyed themselves. Triumphant, Miracle Maiden moved in for the killing blow.

"- and if that wasn't enough look at these big bimbo boobies, I bet it was driving you wild when my titties played with yours" punctuating her statement by squishing her chest down onto Mandi's, finally getting a muttering of eager and pliant agreements to escape her victim’s mouth. It would be impossible to resist after all, when you had the mountainous soft and sensitive tits a bimbo had, getting them toyed with by another pair felt amazing, MM feeling her own titanic chest expand to match the girl under her as her mind started to go hazy with lust. "- and I bet if I kiss that plush pouty mouth of yours, your bimbo brain goes all gooey like candy." She couldn't help herself, it was just so easy and those pink-glossed lips looked so kissably soft… a moan of her own joining in chorus with Mandi's as she leaned in.

Eric at this point was too slack-jawed to do more than watch. At some point between yesterday and this morning, Amanda had gone from being a normal classmate, to a little air-headed to a blonde bombshell of a cheerleader that called herself Mandi, all without seeming to notice her own changes. Meanwhile, another bimbo who had looked at least vaguely like the youngest member of the Miracle family was clearly in the same boat, and was so engrossed in winning their argument that she had clearly ignored what was going on, her hair having gone from highlighted to full platinum blonde, and the mimicry of a heroine uniform was starting to become little more than artfully placed pieces of pink tape that somehow stayed in place.

Still, what was going on in front of him was hot as hell, and he hadn’t managed to get off with Mandi earlier so he was a bit more interested in handling his raging hard-on than stopping whatever was happening..

Not that Mandi or Miracle Maiden noticed, their lips and tongues locked into a battle of soft fuckable lips and eager noises of pleasure. The slutty co-ed tasted of strawberries, and their two bodies entangled in pleasure was filling Miracle Maiden's mind with pink cotton candy, the sugary sweetness pushing out all but the most important information as she playfully sucked and nibbled as her and Mandi continued to make out, her brain going soft and fluffy as the mind-melting feeling of her huge titties being squished by an equally impressive pair was driving her wild with lust.

Adjusting her body to maximize contact, she pulled her hand slightly out to Mandi's cooing disappointment, only for the noise to turn into a breathy and heavy moan as Miracle Maiden began sliding her entire hand into the co-ed. The feeling of getting filled that completely paralyzed the girl as her hips bucked up and froze to feel every bit of pleasure as her body gleefully accepted the intrusion, her pussy slowly but easily taking MM's entire fist. "O-o-oh my god. Fuck fuck fuck fuck." Miracle Maiden smiled and giggled as she watched the bimbo's brain go on repeat, knowing she had won as she began to slowly pump her hand in and out. "and like, you totally love being filled like this don't you?"

"Yes yes yes yes oh fuck yes fuck yessss don’t stop." Whatever was going on inside the little slut's brain had been immediately shut down by Miracle Maiden as she fisted her into mindless orgasmic bliss, and the heroine smirked as she leaned into it.

"So like, repeat after me: I'm a bimbo." The cotton candy pink fuzz in her brain was taking up more and more room, but she didn't care, she knew she was winning and as long as this dumb slutty bimbo learned her place, it was all for the best. Miracle Maiden could feel the start of an orgasm convulse through Mandi as she began pushing her over the edge.

"I'm a bimbo…" Mandi's high pitched voice sounded confused, as though mouthing the words wasn't quite enough.

"I'm a bimbo." Miracle Maiden knew she was trying to force the other girl into admitting it but… it felt right spilling out of her mouth as she continued to squish every inch of her body into the writhing mess underneath her.

"Ohhh, fuck yes. I'm a bimbo!" Mandi was beyond conscious thought, a part of her knew she wanted to argue but her slutty bimbo pussy was so full and her eager bimbo boobies wanted nothing more than to have their attacker continue squishing and rubbing them until she was a fuckable mess.

"I'm a BIMBO." Emphasizing it felt even more better for Miracle Maiden, delicious gooey sweetness melting her mind into a pleasurable puddle. There were things she was forgetting but none of those things felt as good as mindlessly humping her fellow bimbo's leg, wishing she had something to fill her as much as she was helping Mandi.

"I'm a bimbo! I'm a bimbo! Fuck, I love being a bimbo!" Finally, Mandi had accepted her place in the pecking order, the busty blonde no longer struggling as Miracle Maiden began to fist her in earnest, her bimbo body convulsing under every thrust.

"I love being a bimbo." The heroine didn't notice that she was repeating after the writhing bimbo doll underneath her, it was just a statement of fact. Miracle Maiden loved being a bimbo, the cotton candy fog in her brain comfortably settling in, like it had always belonged. MM's lustful bimbo figure was the envy of all her teammates after all, who wouldn't love being this sexy and horny all the time?

The two traded mantras back and forth, the word BIMBO swelling like a balloon in their heads and pushing out everything else and it didn't take much longer for Mandi's body to begin convulsing as the first of many bimb-orgasms rocked her body, the feel of her body losing control around her fist sending Miracle Maiden into one of her own, desperately wishing her slutty bimbo pussy had something to convulse around as she settled for meeting Mandi's mouth with her own, barely quieting each other and certainly not silencing Eric's own groan as he finished himself off.

Gently easing her hand out of Mandi, Miracle Maiden climbed onto unsteady legs, looking at the young woman who she had just fucked into mindless bliss. The dazed and lustful eyes held no intelligence as they remained unfocused, still coming down from the hills of ecstasy she'd just pushed the poor co-ed to. Miracle Maiden felt a scoff enter and exit her lips, she couldn't understand why Mandi had denied she was a bimbo out the gate when the little slut's tits were straining the fishnet top they were encased in, the word BIMBO clearly etched into the center of her enormous chest. Maybe she was so far gone she couldn't even read, the words looking hazy as the afterglow of her own orgasm started to fade. All that meant that Miracle Maiden needed to… needed to… her own bimbo brain was full of too much fuzz, she was clearly searching for something…

Bimbette! The bimbofying villainess was still on the loose, and considering she had always been a bimbo she was the perfect candidate to hunt her down since she couldn’t be transformed into something she already was. Plus, she had promised the fuckably cute Chloe that she'd find her, the image of her friend entering the cavernous emptiness of her head having a hand stray down towards her crotch. However, the slutty little co-ed still trying to recover on the ground was a lost cause, her fat DSLs constantly mouthing "Always a bimbo. Always a bimbo. Always a bimbo." was a dead end. Just like Miracle Maiden she had always been a bimbo and was this way long before Bimbette had ended up on campus…

Deciding she was done here, Miracle Maiden checked to make sure her uniform, the artfully placed pink straps failing to cover anything obscene and just emphasizing her curves, was in place before she launched herself into the air for a better view, the afternoon air having settled into a warm breeze caressing every inch of her exposed skin. She needed to find someone who wasn't a bimbo to begin with and trace that lead to its source. After her interaction with Mandi it was the obvious solution, and licking her passionately plump pink lips, she searched for another potential victim. She had promised to find the villainess after all, and as a bimbo she didn't care how many sexy sluts she had to fuck into mindless bliss, Miracle Maiden was on the case. Spotting another flash of barely concealed cleavage in a miniature pink outfit, she sped off, part of her hoping she'd find someone far less combative than Mandi had been.

Although, if a bimbo didn't know she was a bimbo, another part of Miracle Maiden was happy to correct her, deliciously gooey thoughts entering and exiting her between her legs as quickly as she had them, loving how the breeze was hitting every inch of her exposed bimbo body as she flew towards another oblivious fuck-doll, wondering if and hoping she needed to be put in her place…