Jen had no interest in coming down from the fluffy pink clouds her head was in, having at some point blacked out from the number of orgasms her body had forced to undergo. There wasn't a single inch of her that hadn't been filled with the kind of ecstatic heights only a bimbo could experience, leaving her a drooling mess in more ways than one. Whatever part of her that should have been concerned by the extra curves and constant barrage of pleasure the dress cocooning her budding bimbo bod was drowned out and buried by the waves of climaxes, and almost nothing was left behind.

She giggled as she felt consciousness returning, the act of making the sound as natural to her body as breathing, with her brain filling with a simple horny need for fulfillment and attention. Jen moaned, squeezing her thighs around a solid mount between her legs and slowly humping the cushioned top.. And feeling restraints on her legs keeping her from rising higher. Blinking awake, something beyond thoughts of sex stirred as Jen tried to focus on her surroundings.

It was fairly easy considering her location meant her mind didn't have to stray too far from thoughts of sex as she took in where she was; the room looking less like a part of a department store and more like a boudoir, dim despite the many pink neon lights around the ceiling, and filled to the brim with all kinds of sex toys and devices. Dildos and plugs of various sizes, rope and swing displays, and even a few beds which with the way her mind was waking up Jen was thinking she might get herself comfy on and take some of those deliciously large toys for a spin.

Her current predicament though wasn't one she could complain about though. Even if she couldn't seem to get off whatever she was strapped to, the angle of the machine was perfect for her to grind her horny cunny into until she got off and that seemed far more important to her limited awareness than anything else.

"Well, well. Look who woke up just in time to try out one of my favorite toys."

Jen stretched and popped her shoulders, the motion another excuse to put pressure on her clit but also her muscles were sore and abused. It was an odd feeling for someone who was so used to super durability and it triggered some brain cells to wake back up and try to pay attention. Her lips seemed numb and full on her face as a bimbo pout was clearly in view at the bottom of her vision, less distracting than the pumped up balloons attached to her chest. Jen looked on stupidly at mountains of flesh that were clearly attached to her as she moved them back and forth, the tight red bandage dress keeping them pushed up and contained as arousal combated with renewed suspicion.

Lucy giggled nearby as she continued to fix the unresisting heroine to the wooden horse she was mounted on, hiding an edge of nervousness behind the action. "You'll love it! Just like having big sexy titties it'll let you experience the best thing about being a bimbo just like you wanted!"

Just like I wanted? Jen's mind was still feeling sluggish but the tightening restraints were pushing her pussy onto the cushion and no amount of hip movement was able to get her fully off it. It helped her titties were sexy as she licked her numb lips, groaning when Lucy pulled particularly tightly and Jen mashed her clit into the toy. Her sexed up brain watched those bimbo boobs jiggle in front of her, causing her to giggle as Jen felt lightheaded. Lucy was right about one thing at least: she loved having big sexy titties.

Bigger is better.

"Miss Lucy.… why am I here?" Jen blinked, realizing she wasn't alone in being strapped down to the device. The other bimbo was the sexy Asian who had given her the dress, still dressed in her pink latex bodysuit, the zipper pulled all the way down so her soaked sex was mounted on the ridge Jen could feel nudging its way between her own labia. A fact that meant for a moment she forgot what she was doing as she slowly rocked her hips to stimulate herself.

"You're here Ling because I told you to be here... And because you're responsible for this mess that I have to fix. Don't worry, you'll love it."

"Okay but do I have to be strapped down? I can't really get out of-"

"Yes. Now shut up."

The other woman obediently clammed up, Jen surprised by how rude Miss Lucy was being but her fuck-focused brain was discovering Ling was just within lean in distance if they both bent forward to rub their massively inflated beach bosoms together if they wanted to. Jen licked her lips at the thought, like all her inhibitions and concerns had been melted into pink sugary fluff, any difficulties or worries in her mind less important when there was such a sexy bimbo in front of her.

"Don't worry. I'm sure it'll be like totes fun!" Jen giggled as she leaned forward, begging Ling to join her as the other bimbo realized the same thing, making Jen moan as her hard nipples found Ling’s as they dragged across each other. "Plus you're like… super sexy. Mmm we should fuck."

"Really? But you're like… super famous and I just can't seem to get anything right! I had to take a job here after my engi… engineer? I used to make things but I'm just so horny all the time-"

"Oh my god! Me too! Or like I wasn't… but I was, being surrounded by a bunch of hot girls like you and the rest, having your eyes on me as I showed off was just-" Jen moaned in bliss at the memory, the events different and even more arousing through the pink lens of her new view. What mattered is how hot it had been, how hot it was to put her body up against another sexy woman now and she just loved women so much she needed-

Jen stopped for a moment, blinking at the sudden awareness. It wasn't like her body wasn't also eager for a cock and the mental image of washboard abs and men hooking their hands through their waistbands so she could see those perfectly chiseled hip clefts was still doing it for her as she grinded her hips. Now that she was a bimbo though, her brain was too fogged up and horny to let her think much less overthink as she ogled the latex-clad Asian's big tits.

Women are so fucking sexy.

No worries cluttered up the idea, all those little unconscious hang ups instilled into her by a hyper-religious and outdated parental upbringing didn't get her orgasms and didn't have a place in her pink fluffy climax-focused bimbo brain. She giggled to herself as the realization crystallized inside her mind.

It wasn't just the hot bimbo slut in front of her complaining about the straps keeping her from getting closer to Jen either, as she tried thinking of other sexy women to put her up against. Luckily she worked with exclusively sexy women and it wasn't hard now to see that truth. Flamera was obviously sexy, the NuGen gene only perfecting someone who had to have been blisteringly hot even before it activated, which is why she's won World's Sexiest Superheroine two years in a row. Psychometra probably wouldn't like to think of herself as cute-sexy by someone but Jen could easily fantasize about her petite frame and Chloe… A part of her had always thought it was a shame her leggy friend didn't do more to show off and what made her happy and if Jen could have something to do with that. Chloe definitely deserves the sexiest-

That train of thought was interrupted by the machine turning on between her legs, the sudden and almost violent vibration of the ridge immediately turning her legs to jelly as she came. Ling reacted in a similar way, lurching forward against her restraints as she tried to push her tits into Jen's.

"There we go, sorry for the wait dears." Miss Lucy stood up, holding a remote in her hand as she looked at her work. "That felt good didn't it?"

Jen could only nod her agreement as words tried and failed to come out as anything other than groans and moans, her hips thrusting against the vibration as she could feel her bimbo body respond to the stimulation, another orgasm already coming. That was until the vibrations slowed down to a pleasant hum, the ridge she was riding sliding deep into her slip as she tried to give her clit the contact it was craving and her voice disapproving at the sudden loss of sensation.

"Yes… why is it going so slow though…" Ling was equally distraught at being edged like this and making her own complaints known.

"Oh, well that's so I can do this." Lucy played with the remote for a minute and the texture and strength of the vibration changed to something different, sending bolts of pleasure through both bimbos as she brought them almost to climax before turning it down. "Now ladies, repeat after me: "Please let me cum Miss Lucy."

"Please let me cum Miss Lucy." Jen was already so close, she just needed a nudge, anything more than the slight stimulation, and she was rewarded with another blistering attack on her clit roaring her into climax. If it wasn't for Ling's own expansive chest in front of her, she'd probably collapse over but instead the sensations of the device between her legs were being transmitted up their bodies to their hard nipples and giving the two bimbos another way to help each other cum as they dragged their chests together.

"There we go, wasn't that fun? It feels so good to listen to Miss Lucy doesn't it girls?"

They agreed, but it wasn't until they repeated her words that they were rewarded with enough stimuli to climax again, Jen's restraints groaning as her super-sensitive superbod twitched and tightened in pleasure.

"It feels so good to obey Miss Lucy doesn't it?"

"It feels so good to obey Miss Lucy." The two bimbos repeated the words, pleasure shocking through their bodies in response and somehow it still wasn't enough, like Jen's body was built for orgasm after orgasm and her swollen needy clit was taking all her attention away from thinking.

"Again girls."

"It feels so good to- ohh… to obey Miss Lucy."

Lucille felt an evil smirk form as she watched the superheroine and her laziest employee squirm on the wooden horse, hoping the leather restraints would hold Miracle Maiden in place but it didn't seem like she wanted to go anywhere anyway. At least she shouldn't, the magic in the dress should have melted her mind into a dumb, obedient bimbo and had obviously transformed her body into something built to be fucked over and over again, the frigid bitch of a woman she was supposed to trick into touching it had a husband that wanted her to last entire weekends of gang bangs after all.

This is just self-preservation after all, I can't have some dumb girl ruin my plans. Lucy nodded to herself, ignorant of the fact that her own nipples were almost piercing her latex blouse or her own sex was leaking in sympathy every time she made the girls repeat after her. It was so much easier to convince herself she was doing the right thing when it was so fucking hot to watch.

After a half-dozen repetitions, Lucy turned down the machine as she leaned over, pulling Jen's big bimbo boobs free of her dress and opening Ling's bodysuit so the two could enjoy each other's naked titflesh. There was no time like the present to test her plan as she found one of Jen's fat nipples and began to gently tug on it to the drooling slut's enjoyment.

"Well then let's see if you've really learned that lesson shall we? Jennifer, please be a dear and cum for me right now."

Bliss radiated through Jen as her body quaked from another climax, the other woman's hand playing with her sensitive teat wasn't enough to send her over the edge but Miss Lucy had ordered it and it felt so good obeying Miss Lucy and her reward was another knee-locking, earth shattering bimbo-gasm.

"That's what I like to see. You love obeying me don't you?"

"Uh-huh…" The insensate superheroine could do little else but agree, orgasm after orgasm having shook her brain into further mush, her body still eager to feel good and the words of what could make her feel good being the only thing rattling around inside her head.

"Yesss…" Lucy licked her lips as she rubbed her thighs together. No wonder there were so many villains who brainwashed heroines into their own personal sluts, it was so hot Lucy might have to get herself off before she'd finished her plan but- no, she needed to protect herself first. "You know, if you always obey me, you get to always feel good. How does that sound girls?"

The two bimbos nodded, Ling far worse for wear as she could barely lift her head, but the magical pleasure coursing through Jen kept her hips moving. "I want to hear you say it, girls." Lucy let Jen's tit fall from her hand as she reached between her legs, her fingers finding her own clit needy and ready as she flicked it, tendrils of pink pleasure caressed her own mind with temptation. She could enjoy bringing Jen on board and indulge in her own pleasure after all. It wouldn't take much to satisfy her… just a little…

"I'll… mmm…. Always obey Miss Lucy." Jen didn't care about the words even as they sank into her climax-soaked mind, only that she knew if she said them she'd get to cum again, that because she obeyed she'd get to feel good. Her reward indeed was the device between her legs humming up to life again and sending her back arching as she moaned in bliss.

Lucy's own pussy throbbed in sympathy as she stood up and leaned back against the counter. There were a dozen vibrators of various shapes or sizes right next to her and it would be so easy to lift up one of her legs and slide one inside her. A deliciously thick black rabbit dildo found itself inside her free hand and soon between her legs, the rough nubs feeling perfect to grind against as she found a comfortable position to let the toy sing to life and the clit massager to satisfy her own horny bimbo needs.

That's what I needed mmm… “An-and what about you Ling? Are you going to be a good girl from now on and obey Miss Lucy?"

The Asian bimbo's response was to shudder and let a glob of drool fall from her plush pink lips onto her breasts, Jen's own titular chest up against hers being the only thing keeping her upright. "Good… girl… obey… Mistress." The words were sluggishly pulled from her mouth but Jen could feel a new sensation emanate from the nearly unconscious woman as she watched Ling cum again. It was a strange but pleasant hum along the skin, the tone of it seeming to increase as Ling kept repeating the words over and over again.

"Oh! Mistress… Mistress Lucy… I like that. I like that a lot." It could have to do with the fact that she had slipped the large toy inside herself, her revved up bimbo body easily swallowing its girth and the fat protrusion meant to toy with her clit finding purchase, the vibration matching an all too familiar sensation along her skin where her clothes touched skin. It reminded her of the first time she had tried on a latex outfit that Abigail had made, something about the smooth shine and skintight appeal had her slipping into the black catsuit without even thinking about it.

It had looked as good as it felt, with most of her wardrobe soon bursting with latex clothes and outfits that looked painted on her sexy bimbo body. You never forget your first though. She had felt powerful, domineering, and the leer on her face as she watched her employee shudder and moan was full of lust as her own body twitched, her corset pulling itself somehow tighter as she stretched out her back, letting her chest fill her morphing blouse as the wobbling weight of her breasts settled onto the black half cups unsuited to the task not for the fact that her tits were massive enough to generate their own gravity.

"You should refer to me like that too, Jenni… Be a good girl and obey your Mistress Lucy." Her pussy clenched on the fat vibrator as she edged up the power of the wooden horse between the two girls legs. Her skirt lengthened and molded along her skin as the leather of her shoes stretched up her legs, the two meeting in the middle to form a tight, crotchless latex seal on her lower body and filling her with a delicious burst of pleasure. The heady strawberry scent of three bimbos in heat had all of them breathing heavily.

"Yes-ohhh yes Mistress Lucy!" Jenni couldn't stop her voice from slipping into a whine as the vibrating horse pushed her over another orgasmic cliff, the endless energy and stamina pumping through her body having her hips pump eagerly for even more contact while Ling was obviously losing consciousness and fading fast. Concern slipped in from somewhere far away in Jenni's mind, sharp and real and deep as it attempted to cut through the strung strawberry fog her bimbo brain had cum itself into.

She tried to voice her concerns, but her open mouth was met with slick womanhood as Lucy grabbed the back of her head, having dropped the dildo in favor of straddling between the two women so she could force the super slut to eat her out. The heady scent of bimbo arousal drowned out any other thoughts as Jenni started licking, tentatively first and more eagerly as she tasted the other woman. It was the most delicious thing her tongue had ever encountered, and as Mistress Lucy egged her on the heavy weight of her own arousal weighed down her thoughts with submissive bliss.

"Yeah that's it you- fuck you're a natural- eat me out you bimbo slut. You love the taste of your Mistress don't you? Feels so good to be an obedient little pussy licker doesn't it?"

Hmm mmm. The words had plenty of room to bounce around inside Jenni's head as she licked and sucked and puckered her own plush lips to pleasure the pussy in front of her. She was inexperienced when it came to oral sex, but the memories of sucking cock she could muster up were full of youthful inexperience and a salty taste that left her unsatisfied. Not this though, as Jenni moaned and focused entirely on the pussy in front of her. She was just coming to terms with the fact that she found women attractive and they tasted amazing? God, I should have eaten out someone sexy like, ages ago.

So intense was her concentration she never noticed the click of a collar around her throat, appearing out of thin air as a leash found its way into Mistress Lucy's free hand to join the matching pink one coming off of Ling's throat. Their mistress didn't even notice, so natural was it to have her bimbo sluts leashed and serving her, pulling her employee up against her juicy ass and smothering her until she felt another tongue join the other bimbo whore in worshipping her body.

"You're far more suited to being my personal ass-slave than you ever were as an employee Ling." The surges of pleasure and dominance were tingling and tainting Lucy's thoughts as the black latex catsuit finished taking shape. The feeling of control, of power, was intoxicating as she realized the real reason she decided to do those 'Lucy Specials' in the first place. Turning the nosy and sexy Miracle Maiden into her bimbo fucktoy was sending light orgasms through her body and… it wasn't enough, Lucy licking her lips as she thought about the reason Jenni was here in the first place.

"That's right Jenni, just let Mistress Lucy do all the thinking… Just tell me everything I want to know… are any of your little heroine friends on their way?" God, I hope so. Her original fears of getting caught, of what would happen to her and her ambitions were secondary to the ecstatic shocks being sent through her system. She'd have to get… make Abigail create a few more 'Lucy Specials' but one bimbo super-slut eating her out wasn't enough as her ambitions twisted to make room for a few more.

"Uhh…" Jen's brain tried to work through the question and let Mistress Lucy do all the thinking, but that felt like more work than just obeying as the restraints around her hands snapped off the horse so she could play with Ling's titties as her memories struggled through. "One or two maybe, Bimbette is like, just another bimbo to VQ."

"Perfect." If there were more it might be biting off more than she could chew but just one? Lucy leaned her head back and closed her eyes, the image of having two bimbofied heroines at her feet eager to please came easily, and so did she as a light shudder of a small orgasm solidified it in her mind. "You'd be a good girl for Mistress Lucy and help show your friends how much better it is to be an obedient bimbo like you, wouldn't you Jenni?"

"Uh huh." The slow vibrations of the horse weren't enough for Jenni as she adjusted herself to grind even more of her pussy into the device, her super strength making it squeal a little before she changed the angle. "So good to be an obedient bimbo…" Jenni felt much better letting the empty-minded bliss take control, but Mistress Lucy's comments caused other memories to bubble up.

"Chloe's like right here somewhere. *giggle* We can like totes start with her." She'd be so sexy! The idea of her friend was already scorching a path down to her crotch, her being a sexy bimbo whose pussy she could eat sent shivers through Jenni's body as she grinded her clit on the wooden horse to the idea.

"Chloe? Who the hell is Chloe?" Mistress Lucy froze, opening her eyes to look down at Jenni as she swatted away the thoughts and fantasies of a harem of bimbo super-sluts to deal with the immediate sense of confusion and doubt settling in. She considered herself somewhat well educated on local events including who was on the Ladies of Victory, but Lucy didn't recognize that name at all.

"Hmm?" It took a moment for Jenni to realize the question was aimed at her, the haze of lust and need reminding her of how badly she needed to cum again already. "Oh, she's like a friend of mine."

Lucy felt her tense muscles relax at the statement, twitching the hand holding the leashes to bring up the slack. Okay, if she's just some friend then it will be easy to get my hands on her. Jenni just giggled though as the tug made her open her mouth again. "You'll love her Mistress, I know I do. We both came here to find Bimbette and she's super sexy, and super smart and like *giggles* so good at stuff. I don't know how but she can get into anything, even goven-govar… gov…"

The chill returned up Lucy's spine as Jenni tried and failed to spell out the word 'government' phonetically. Shit! Shit shit fuck! She tried to tap back into that dominant confidence she had just a moment ago but the real panic of the unknown was stronger as she thought of the potential consequences of having someone like that running around her store. Unless she fell into the clutches of a bustier or some new hot pants and was too distracted to search, she couldn't take the risk.

"You said you both came here?" It's fine. They don't know about Abigail and that security door was the best tech available from my connections. Even if she was some super hacker, that door was used to protect black-sites, and Lucy felt some of that confidence straighten her spine back out. The girl probably didn't even go in that direction and the store was so big…

"Yup! We like… split up when we got here! I went to the shoes and she went towards the dressing rooms."

Jenni looked up expectantly after she obediently answered the question, watching her Mistress freeze in place.

"Fuck!" The explosion of anger surprised Jenni, who thought she'd be pleased that the bimbo still remembered where Chloe had gone, as Mistress Lucy struggled around her expansive chest to bend down and undo the buckles keeping Jenni's legs pinned to the horse. Figuring it would make things easier, Jenni just snapped them off with a giggle, the bonds already weakened after she had stretched them from several orgasms and now as she got up, her super-strength finally crunched something in the poor device as it stuttered to a stop.

Ling moaned in relief as she slumped, but Lucy just dropped her leash as she tugged Jenni to her feet. "Let's go find your friend. If we're lucky she's already half-bimbofied somewhere in the store and I can just turn her into another obedient slut like you." Lucy wanted to believe it would be that easy but her reckless actions made in the heat of the moment were no longer pulsing through her with pleasure, Jenni giggling as she strutted along behind, her bubblegum brain focused on how sexy her friend Chloe would look if she was a hot little bimbo like her.

Ooo, I hope she likes the dress! And my titties! Jenni adjusted the hem and cleavage of the red leather dress to provide the bare minimum of coverage while flashing as much flesh as possible, more focused on trying to make sure she looked cute for Chloe than the panicked strides of the woman holding onto her leash…

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Abigail Duchesne couldn't really pinpoint exactly when she knew something strange was happening, but if she had to guess it was around the middle of June when she lost her keys to the back entrance to 'Blessed with Class' that let her sneak into the mall when it was closed. It was the one benefit of the job she had been forced to take over the summer, her father knowing Mrs. Maybach through his job as a Congressman and politely letting her know that he wasn't going to support her hobby financially but… the clothing and tailoring boutique the old woman had opened up had everything she could possibly ask for to help her future career as a cosplayer. She just had to put up with the hag whenever she remembered she owned a business and not a place for her to meet her friends in the backroom.

Lucky for her that wasn't often, and became even less so as Abigail earned the trust of some of the other older ladies who showed up to gossip over tea while they waited on her to tailor or fix a dress or shirt, going straight to her instead of forcing Abigail to endure Mrs. Maybach's ever reproachful gaze. She even got some new customers who braved the dull entrance and displays Mrs. Maybach insisted on keeping up, which meant tips and more money to buy materials for her own projects.

Oh, why did things start getting strange around then? Well, remember she lost the keys she used to sneak into the store to work on those projects off-hours and without the need to dodge Mrs. Maybach? Abigail found them again a few days later thankfully, but the culprit had clearly made a copy because one morning she caught Brandon sneaking out of the entrance when she was showing up for work. She confronted the little twerp and thankfully he was just doing some urban exploring on the more abandoned sections of the mall rather than stealing anything but he could have gotten her in so much trouble if he got caught.

Brandon Denvers was the little brother of her best friend since childhood, Kathryn, and had grown up from a lanky skeevy kid into a lanky creepy boy. Abigail had known him long enough that they were basically siblings, but during a few sleepovers there was more than one occasion the other girls would catch him perving around. That's what she thought he was really doing in the mall overnight, he was a bit of a dork but knew his way around tech and she was worried he was installing cameras in dressing rooms or something.

Not in 'Blessed with Class' though, not unless he wanted an eyeful of naked old ladies. That morning though he looked erratic and excited, swearing up and down he wasn't doing anything wrong to the point she knew he was up to something and begged her to keep his secret.

Actually, if she really thought about it that moment was around the turning point for when the changes started to happen. Abigail would occasionally catch Brandon in weird places only employees should have access to, but since he wasn't getting arrested for voyeurism she didn't think much about it. It became a lot harder to think about it over time too as she had to concentrate on constantly letting out her pants or fitting a new bra or playing with her horny pussy that she just couldn't seem to ever fully satisfy.

The first two problems were simple, she had all the tools and materials she needed at hand and craftwork was coming easier and faster with all the extra practice she was getting with assisting Mrs. Maybach and her friends with similar issues. Her boss and her frequent visitors had also started suffering from the same strange affliction she was under, with the added benefit of the years seeming to drip away from them every time Abigail had to fit a new dress or shirt on them. The third problem was eventually solved with toys, and considering she caught Mrs. Maybach pleasuring herself at work one morning Abby decided she'd be fine doing the same.

It made July fly by, and she made plenty of spare money as the work flowed in, her hands seemingly able to make new clothes for her increasingly large client pool from scratch in moments. They didn't seem to mind that Abigail was starting to raise hem lines or drop necklines as her own clothing choices started moving towards showing more skin, sometimes even asking for her to go a step further. It wasn't long before she was making and wearing clothing and underwear even a stripper would blush at walking around in public wearing.

That was right around the time Mrs. Maybach- sorry, Miss Lucy now, had finished renovating the department store down the way and asked her if she wanted to work full time as a live-in employee. Abby remembered squealing and clapping her hands excitingly, no longer having to commute and being able to work at all hours of the day. She rarely left the little apartment hiding in the backroom of 'The Bimbo's Kiss', what with her own projects and making things for the store and eventually even having to go over all the inventory by hand with Miss Lucy.

Brandon? Abigail couldn't stop from giggling again, as he was still around although he was spending a lot of time avoiding her. He said it was because he thought of her as a big sister and her flirtations were making him uncomfortable, but she figured he was just shy and considering her busty bimbo bod was always on display she'd have to tease him just right to see if a real dick would quench the thirst the plastic pretenders in her room couldn't.

He always refused though, occasionally asking for her to make some things like a sexy little pink latex suit, looking away from her as she modeled it for him and drew attention to the two toys she put in the crotch to pulse and pleasure the girl lucky enough to wear it.

Really though, the only reason she saw him was because she had to keep letting him into the backroom, where he'd find a way to sneak off to the far hallway and disappear for hours on end.

"The back hallway… right over there?"

"Yup!" Abigail giggled again, looking like the picturesque bimbo sitting at her workstation in pink pumps and a pink fishnet minidress, her blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail and her enhanced curves jiggling as the industrial sewing machine worked away in front of her. Chloe didn't think the machine was doing much of the work though, having observed Abigail as she made some new underwear for her that would fix how big and horny her butt was making her. The bimbo was confused as to why she'd want that, but within seconds a thong was being handed to her that was built from scratch, Chloe viewing Abby work through her glasses and watching the literal magic drip from her fingers and bring the lace to form from thin air.

Tapping her glasses again, Chloe walks around the drywall to investigate the hallway, the stone left mostly untouched by construction and the area suspiciously empty. The hallway leading out the back also cut to the left, with another dozen feet or so of useless space that had been built around for no apparent reason.

There, invisible to the naked eye and even in Cyberspace desperately trying to hide from her gaze, she pulled back the digital veil trying to beguile her to reveal a hidden door and latch attached to reality but being fully formed from the sub-reality of Cyberspace she was viewing it from. She had no idea how Brandon Denvers had even found it, but with a flick of her hand, metadata streamed into the invisibly shrouded door as she manipulated the Cyberspace programming into unlocking it and pushed.

The invisible door opened with the hiss of cold, sealed air as industrial lighting flickered on, revealing the tools, worktables, and computer terminals of a sterile white lab. At the center of the otherwise empty lab was a curvaceous form, covered head to toe in bright pink latex and illuminated by a scintillating display of rainbow light. Stepping inside, Chloe could feel the laws of physics stumble as she moved out of normal reality and into a room that, while feeling very real, existed solely in Cyberspace. She could feel a stillness enter her mind as the restraints of reality fell away, no longer shackled to her physical limitations if she chose to let her super-brain spool up to maximum power. In a place like this, it was entirely possible to bend and manipulate reality to a degree that Brandon Denvers could never fully understand.

Just by entering the room, the stray thoughts and concerns Chloe had were collected and made whole, her dead phone springing to life as it was recharged by her willing it to be. She hated it, that feeling of absolute power and potential at her fingertips as she gathered herself and brought her own mind to heel. This wasn't a place where someone like her was allowed even the slightest amount of mental freedom, forced to regard the strings of ones and zeroes that digitally detail the very fabric of reality with a detached will. Letting herself engage with Cyberspace as her mind catalogued, processed, and implemented data at a speed that would turn the most powerful supercomputers in the world to mush-

She turned swiftly, her unconscious thoughts working at inhuman speed to have predicted and calculated the exact moment the sound of heels and heaving breathing began to echo from the hallway as a MILF-like bimbo in a slutty black catsuit turned the corner. A brunette bimbo in a red minidress was close behind thanks to the collar and leash in the other woman's hand. Chloe tilted her head as she looked at reality through a Cyberspace lens, observing this new data point and translating it into thought.

The MILF was no doubt Lucy Maybach, far older than her appearance suggested and the other bimbo was… Jennifer. Chloe could feel the hackles raise on the back of her neck, her fingers clenching in anger as the human emotion entered, silently watching the older woman catch her breath with an unreadable look on her face.

"*Huff huff* You… *huff* You can't be back here! Jenni, be a good girl and capture her and Abby I need you to whip up something quick to turn her into my obedient bimbo sla-"

She didn't get another word out as her eyes went hazy and shifted, a feeling of vertigo and sickness overcoming Lucy Maybach as she tried to steady herself and looked up at the nosy girl who had somehow snuck through her security and had found some weird room in her store. A shiver of fear rolled through her as her brain stopped, something primal taking over as she took in the young woman who, in a short skirt and with shoulder-length pastel pink hair, shouldn't worry her.

Something about the way she looked out at Lucy though, her hand outstretched as the world around her seemed to shift and warp. There was something there, something in those chilling blue eyes that triggered a response engrained deep inside her DNA that had her body break out in shivers while her brain tried and failed to process what she was seeing.

Part of that was Chloe editing reality right in front of her. In Realspace, the normal world, she was limited by what her brain could handle as she upped the processing power on the super-powered organ inside her skull until no amount of external cooling could overcome the biological limitations of her human brain. Limitations that when she was in a location coded into the very fabric Cyberspace to 'exist' simply weren't there. She could skip the tools, the programming algorithms, and the need for anything to be between her and viewing the near infinite streams of binary data, decoding them, and rebuilding them for her own purpose as the metahuman power inside her skull took the Herculean amount of information to reshape reality and made it so in an instant.

The other part was Lucille Maybach staring into human eyes that stared through her in a very inhuman way, stripping away everything that made her 'her' until there was nothing left but raw data, and being stripped down that way put a chill in Lucy that she might never recover from.

The moment was gone almost as soon as it started though, Lucy feeling like someone had picked over her skin with a million ants as the shiver came and went. She still had the bimbo curves of the body she had grown used to, back in the pink latex blouse and skirt combo she had on this morning. That strange fog in her mind was gone too, the desire to dominate and control and Lucy was just staring at the normal looking girl again, the look on Chloe's face making her swallow hard.

"Jen, if you could capture her she's basically the bad guy? I've got to go through some things over here."

Lucy whipped around to see Jennifer, having been returned to her original body with the red dress still attractively squeezing her curves but whatever magic it had held to transform and leash her stripped away. The heroine was blinking as she looked at her hands and body before nodding absentmindedly, head turning to look over at the frozen Lucy, the anger crossing her face immediately recognized and causing the older woman to release a little squeak as the superheroine reached out to grab her…