Chloe adjusted her glasses as she sighed, glancing down at a holographic panel in front of her as she tapped away on a nearby keyboard made out of green light. It had been awhile since she had worked in a lab fully set inside Cyberspace, the limitless power and being able to fully unshackle her metahuman brain leaving an unpleasant taste in her mouth even as she continued to work. Bimbette, still unconscious, was now on a futuristic medical bed hovering over the floor of the nearly empty lab. Chloe had cleaned it out of anything she could find, and while there were a few questions answered by what was left, any relevant data or tools had been scrubbed from existence as if it never were.

She knew there had to have been an AI behind Brandon Denvers finding the lab and using it, although she still couldn't figure out why. His whole plan had been flawed from the start, and she had a feeling the backup plan had more to do with letting the AI out of the lab to stretch its legs. Unfortunately, when she was undoing the reality-editing it had done through the virus it installed into PicUp there was nothing to track, and this lab was turning into a dead end. The only clue remaining was Bimbette and she wasn't going to be much help.

At least she's alive. Chloe internally flinched at the calculated tone her thoughts took, forcing herself to expend the extra energy to make that thought empathetic instead as she quickly went over the high-tech medical devices she was building from the ground up and editing into reality. She wasn't necessarily fond of the bimbofying villainess, but if the lab had been responsible for hurting her or worse Chloe would have definitely taken it poorly. It was the right thing to feel.

A breath stopped in her throat mid-exhale as her consciousness still tried to expand, leaving behind pesky things like those human emotions, could feel the screws catch as she rejected the notion. While it was true Chloe could probably fix Bimbette, discover the source of her power and mute it, and fix whatever effects were caused by the combination of her strange magic and the lab, the need to be done with it and get out of here and feel normal again clawed at her.

If she had a few weeks maybe she could solve the mystery, with this being the first opportunity she had to really look into what made the woman so easy to capture yet so difficult to keep contained. Her several escapes weren't just blind luck, but a central part of her power that seemed to be constantly evolving to escape confinement and get out in the world. The rainbow cascade surrounding her was doing its best, but its success had more to do with it being programmed to simulate a constant loop of escape and capture to trick whatever unknown forces were working within Bimbette rather than fully shielding the surrounding area from her magicks.

The combined result had been the slow transformation of Abigail, Lucille, and the rest of the bimbos, the magic sinking into Abigail who was near it 24/7 until it had warped her into a magical bimbo of some kind in her own right, able to create and enchant clothing from nothing even though it was almost always bimbo-themed (and Chloe still wasn't sure if that wasn't just an aesthetic choice). That was a whole can of worms that Voodoo Queen was busy trying to undo; the very binary nature of Cyberspace was not exactly built for the illogical nature of magic.

It didn't mean she couldn't update the glimmering shield to block Bimbette's power more effectively and prevent a similar leakage, but the hairs on the back of her neck were starting to raise as Chloe's body shook, her hands steady as she finished the programming despite the urge to escape settling in. She didn't like being in a full-Cyberspace setting like this, not just because of the constant tingle of unlimited potential at her fingertips begging to be used but at the speed she was processing data it felt like her mind was expanding further, seeking more information, and something out there calling out to her and pushing her back into herself lest she lose everything she had fought for.

I hate it here. Chloe had to focus on what was important. Her friends, her city… her sister Madison. She worked hard to help her younger sister live the best life she could, the most normal life either of them could with everything that had happened. Chloe needed to be there for her.

That last thought was one she had frequently but this time it didn't feel like her own, almost as if it was a warning that she should leave now and with a shiver, she gently tugged Bimbette out of the lab and back into Realspace, letting her mind slow down as she gently decreased the tune she had placed on it like an engine that was capable of so much more horsepower than she needed in the moment. Getting rid of the lab didn't require much effort after all considering it was far easier to just fling zeroes at something until it just ceased to be.

Chloe blinked away the shimmer of green light that covered the wall for a moment, erasing the lab from existence. The sigh she released came from her entire body as she forced herself to relax, to think like a normal person again, and she started making her way out of the back room. Bimbette floated silently behind her as she maneuvered through the little apartment and made her way towards the sound of women's voices, some raised as she cleared the stock room and opened the steel security door the rest of the way.

"What do you mean you're shutting them down!?! Where am I going to find a bra that can hold these puppies!"

"Well there's plenty of non-magical custom shops-"

"Why the hell would I want a normal one! The whole reason we shop here isn't just because the clothes are cute and make our titties look great, I haven't had back pain in weeks thanks to them!"

"Well they're also turning you into a… wait, no back pain?"

A chorus of agreements and murmurings of discontent from the crowd of civilian women surrounding Voodoo Queen, Jennifer, Lucy Maybach, and Abigail. Chloe was a little surprised to see the latter looking exactly like the last time she had seen her, with the older woman still obviously bimbo-shaped even if her eyes held a bit more cunning intellect than before. Chloe recognized that look, the owner of the Bimbo's Kiss clearly thinking she could get away with something… especially with a crowd of supporting customers, even while some of her employees were looking like they were waking up from a strange dream.

Most of the women had been returned to some form of normalcy, like Jen more than one was in an outfit better suited for a stripper and there was a clear pattern forming in the line-up of busty bimbo bodies of various ages all looking equally annoyed at Voodoo Queen. Some seemed grateful that she had come in and dispelled the worst of the effects from Bimbette's magic and Lucy's machinations, but the rest looked like they were ready to riot in the name of…

"Yeah! I've suffered enough since puberty, and ever since my husband bought me a bra from here I've felt a decade younger since I can move around finally! Instead of blowing out my back in my 40s because I didn't get a breast reduction it'll be because my hubby fucks my brains out every night, and sure it costs a few braincells but for the first time in my life I'm finally happy with my body!"

One of the women had stepped forward to poke her finger at Voodoo Queen's own substantial chest, the other woman a bit incredulous as the heroine turned to watch Chloe walk up. The pink-haired girl cocked her head as she looked at the professionally dressed woman, assuming you didn't mind the two jiggling cannons on her chest prominently on display. She looked familiar… especially when she turned to see who Voodoo Queen was looking at and she put two and two together.

"Mrs. Gonzalez?"

"Why yes, I… Wait… Chloe? Chloe Masters?"

Chloe blinked in surprise at seeing her high school principal among the crowd. Considering how often she had seen the other woman trying to hide her natural bustiness in front of an auditorium of students going through puberty, shopping at the Bimbo's Kiss had clearly made her more than happy to show off the tits that most of Chloe's class had fantasized about.

She felt a bit of a blush rise out of her before panic started to worm its way into her heart as she watched Mrs. Gonzalez questioning look grow into confusion as she took in her former student comfortably settled behind the two heroines with a well-known villain unconscious on a bed that was clearly following her.

It only lasted a moment though, and Chloe released a silent sigh of relief as the confusion in her eyes swapped into sudden, if hazy realization. "Of course, you're a brilliant girl… Of course you'd be here." Mrs. Gonzalez straightened her back, the rationalization settling in as she looked back at Voodoo Queen who was watching the interaction with narrow-eyed interest. Chloe cleared her throat embarrassingly, as Lucy seemed to feel like it was finally her moment to get out of this situation.

"That's true, I was just as affected as everyone else however-"

"However you're in no way responsible and didn't know what you were doing with your 'specials'?"

Jennifer stared her down from nearby, having not bothered to change out of the leather dress and heels and towering over the other woman like an Amazon about to go clubbing. She may have been smiling but there wasn't any mirth in her expression as she stared her down.

"Hah… Umm, yes… Honestly after being affected by that evil woman Bimbette I wasn't really in the right state of mind and while I'm quite grateful for you ladies coming to our rescue, poor Abigail here is still stuck like this and can't exactly return to a normal job."

Chloe looked over at Abigail, the young bimbo almost a carbon copy to said villain behind her, eyes bright but not with particular cunning or understanding of her position. Voodoo Queen sighed as she put aside whatever was in her mind and snapped her fingers, a brief bubble of magical energy popping into existence and covering the heroines, Abigail, and Lucy with silence. A few of the women outside of the magical shield were surprised by the sudden sheen of light, poking it and finding it very solid despite the gossamer sheen being quite transparent.

"Generally, it's pretty easy to undo the effects of Bimbette's victims, but I've never had to try and fix women who were under the effects of her magic for weeks on end. Mrs. Maybach wasn't exactly immune, but in comparison to Abigail she's just stuck with the body of a 30-something year old bimbo."

Lucy seemed a bit surprised to hear that news despite having remained mostly unchanged from the first time Chloe had seen her outside the lab, but she could already see the wheels turning in her head on how to spin this to benefit her. Chloe's eyes flicked to the edge of her glasses, opening up a UI and sending her AI companion Minerva to start combing through Mrs. Maybach's personal and professional data, using Cyberspace to find anything she hid as physical hardcopies, and to alert her to anything suspicious.

"Abigail meanwhile… Long story short, her proximity to the lab and living near that in an illegal residence-" Lucy scoffed but Jen and Chloe just looked at each other in annoyance, the latter keeping an eye on some rather… she couldn't stop an eyebrow raising as she took in some of the rather interesting activities Lucy Maybach had been involved in.

Much like the backroom, most of it was hidden behind a surprisingly powerful encryption but she had programmed Minerva to break into computers the same way she did: by cheating using Cyberspace. It was as easy as breathing to watch the data flow, the security systems not even realizing they had been hacked as the AI also moved its way through Cyberspace to filing cabinets and desk drawers as well.

Voodoo Queen didn't need Chloe's help to shut Lucy up though, the air of potential violence coming off the sorceress and the look of cool indifference from the Ladies of Victory's ice queen had the bimbo clam up immediately, VQ continuing on like she hadn't been interrupted. "-resulted in her being constantly under the effects of Bimbette's power. Abigail must have had some latent potential for magic that, in combination with her clear enjoyment of her job as a tailor and designer, resulted in unlocking that potential in a rather… bimbo fashion."

Abigail giggled, Chloe nodding along as she inspected the young seamstress in her own way while also sorting away Lucy's data in order of usefulness. She clearly radiated some form of magic, but instead of Bimbette's constantly shifting aura or the sheer power of her teammate, it was concentrated around her hands and body. Considering the effects of the clothing Chloe and Jen had encountered, it was clear she was probably capable of more than turning other girls into bimbos if she really set her mind to it.

Chloe rolled the information around in her head for a few moments, before tilting her head to the side. Unlike several of the women surrounding them there were no telltale traces of transformation. Much like Jen had discovered herself with a new costume to compliment her new bust in the eyes of the raw data of Cyberspace, it was as if reality had regarded Abigail as always having been this way.

"So… she's stuck like this?"

"That or it's just how she is now. I don't suppose you have any ideas."

"Not really, as far as I can see she's perfectly normal." She could hear Voodoo Queen mutter a word of annoyance but even as Chloe concentrated on Abigail's problem… Her teammate's observation was correct, there didn't seem to be any pathways she could back trace either. She could Humpty Dumpty the poor girl back together with a lab and some time but even as the thought crossed her mind she shivered and squashed it, too cold and calculating especially since… "Abigail, do you want to be changed back?"

"Hmm? Oh! Like… no, not really." The bimbo seamstress giggled again. "It's like everything is fluffy and perfect but even better I really love making clothes and it's made working on my cosplays like, super easy!" A pouty frown crossed Abigail's face. "Although… I really don't want you guys to shut down the store. I've always wanted to have something like this as a job, even if Daddy never approved he can't be a total sourpuss since Miss Lucy has been telling him how good of a girl I've been."

The heroines turned to look at Lucy, whose expression indicated that she had definitely not been doing any such thing. Chloe sighed and scratched her head, tucking a long strand of pink hair back behind her ear.

"Alright, so here's what we'll do. Mrs. Maybach will sell the store to you for basically nothing, and I'll go about setting you up with a support system to take care of the boring business shit so you can just run the store and make things. Maybe being away from Bimbette for a couple of weeks will get your mind sorted out a bit better as well-"

"I will do no such thing! I've invested so much into this and as owner I refuse! You can't just-"

"Get approval from the Secretary of State’s office for a Super Business License? Make documents with both your legal team and her new legal team and transition all assets involving The Bimbo's Kiss to her name, strip your financial backers of any ownership stake you've promised them, and then have you sign off on all the documentation so it's nice and filed away?" Chloe put her fingers in front of her and made a frame, expanding it out as a holographic display popped into the air. "All of that's pretty easy, even down to forging the physical copies with maybe a whiff of suggestion caked into the text so your partners and lawyers won't think twice about it?"

Chloe smugly brought her attention to one of the several signature lines on the display, pressing an X near it as she neatly forged Lucy Maybach's signature across all of them. "Done."

Jennifer let out a snort as Voodoo Queen looked at her in a bit of disbelief, either at the fact that Chloe had just blatantly committed several crimes or the absurd instantaneity of it. Lucy’s mind couldn’t even begin to process it as she turned apoplectic at watching her business just evaporate from underneath her.

"You-you can't do that! I have powerful friends and you-you-you bitch! I'll-"

"Get in contact with them after Voodoo Queen is done dispelling all the damage your 'Lucy Specials' have done to their daughters, wives and girlfriends?" Lucy's mouth slammed shut, her eyes bulging out of her head as Chloe pulled up the respective emails and physical evidence against her on the holographic display in front of them. "Yeah, I hacked… basically your entire life roughly a minute ago. I suppose we could also see what Congressman Duchesne thinks of you kidnapping his daughter, considering not only does he not know where she is but you bimbofied her mother against her will to keep him from having any thoughts you didn't like under wraps."

Abigail gasped next to her, while Lucy paled in response. The gathered crowd outside of the bubble couldn't hear or even really see what was going on, but a few of them were pointing at Lucy regardless as she tried to rally herself. "Oh, and that's not even the worst thing I found." Chloe's smile wasn't kind as rather than pull up the juicy tidbit, she snapped the display out of existence.

"Your husband was a rather corrupt politician by the end of his life, especially considering the amount of funds I've traced from certain… antagonistic sources outside of the US. Which wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't for the fact that the two of you were being rather loose lipped, making quite a profitable little off-shore bank account trading state secrets. I'm not an expert but I'm pretty sure most of the things he's kept on file, especially about Caroline, could be classified as treason."

Chloe's expression had the fangs her smile lacked as she watched Lucy Maybach stop breathing, whatever color she had left in her face draining out as she slowly swallowed the knot in her throat, tucking her arms underneath her mammoth chest as ideas for ways to escape flickered through her eyes. For all her decades of experience engaging in political machinations and backroom dealings, she wasn't prepared for dealing with someone as forward Chloe… and Lucy wasn't sure if there was anyone who could if she had unearthed all of that in so short a time, including Patton's stupid little nest egg idea she had gone along with reluctantly.

She let out a shaky breath as the rest of her confidence deflated. Lucy may have gotten a second lease on life with this younger, sexier body but she had been so preoccupied with using it she was just realizing how much her wits had been addled… and now the piper had come.

"What do you want?" She couldn't even keep the miserable tone out of her voice, knowing co-operation was probably her best bet to avoid the worst of the potential consequences of her actions.

"Oh!" Chloe was a bit surprised to watch her give up that easily, but she just waved a hand and laughed it off. "Nothing. Leave Abigail alone, don't bother us, and we won't bother you. Honestly, outside of the annoyance of having to fix everything, no harm no foul." That response wasn't what the surrounding group was expecting, resulting in raised eyebrows from everyone except Abigail who had pulled out her phone and was texting furiously with someone.

"But… but-"

"I mean, we're not going to smooth over anyone who turns out to be rather pissed at you for turning them into a bimbo. But all the rest of it just seems like a load of paperwork I'd rather not put up with… hell, I won't even mess with your mayoral campaign."

Lucy's eyes narrowed at the mention of her potential political aspirations, the look on Chloe's face finally one she was far more familiar with. Still, the other heroines stayed silent, with Miracle Maiden looking more curious than anything else while Voodoo Queen she was less familiar with looked cool and unreadable. It was by far the best case scenario, but as Lucy licked her plump lips she had a feeling that if she tread poorly here Chloe's generous offer would be ripped away as casually as it was offered.

"… Fine. I'll-" Lucy shuddered a bit as her heart rate was starting to fall, swallowing another knot away. "I'll handle the fallout of anyone I've… wronged when I was in such a state. I'd… I'd like to leave." A bit of the old Lucy began to peek through as she looked as haughtily as she was capable of after such a dressing down. "You can't keep me here against my will. That's false imprisonment!"

Voodoo Queen rolled her eyes as she waved her hand, the bubble of energy vanishing as suddenly as it arrived, letting Lucy excuse herself as she walked away. The crowd outside had mostly dispersed, whether out of boredom or a pressing need to fix whatever problems they had gotten into while affected by The Bimbo's Kiss. Voodoo Queen's face was pulled tight in annoyance beneath her sugar skull makeup as she looked back at Chloe.

"So… we're just letting criminals go now?"

"Hmm? Oh. Fuck no. I'll flag her in Minerva's system and keep tabs on her for the rest of her life. The problem is she doesn't look it, but the hag is something like 80 years old-" Jennifer made a strange gurgling sound that drew concerned looks from her two teammates but she waved them off as Chloe sighed. "-and her dead husband was a pretty powerful Senator. She's got a bunch of judges, politicians, cop union presidents etc. in bed with her and taking any legal action, especially with her defense of her bimbo-addled mind being technically correct, would be a huge pain and might backfire onto Abigail. No, with someone like her it's better to just steal all their data on their wrongdoings and hang it over their head so they behave. Plus I wouldn't mind having her for mayor after all."

"Is that because you can blackmail-"

"Yes, it's because I can blackmail her. Not into anything bad, I just hate politics and I've read enough contracts and legal documents today that I'd like to go jump off the fucking LoV tower. Also the idea of having a mayor with tits like that is hilarious to me. Still, I need to go through and actually get Abigail's ownership settled, find her a lawyer, an accountant, probably a-"

A nearby cough for attention had Chloe looking back at her former principal, Mrs. Gonzalez who had waited out the discussion with Lucy and had approached the trio.

"So Miss Masters- Chloe, you're not one of my students anymore I suppose. I was going to talk to you about how to keep the store open and… it is?"

"Yeah, it'll be closed for a little bit while I work out the kinks but it'll reopen. Under new management and a significantly stricter inventory policy… probably have to get Abigail a special commercial license but I'm sure we'll get it figured out at some point."

"Well it's just that… because I overheard you and my husband works nearby; likes to stop at the mall for his lunch hour when he doesn't want to eat the nutritionist-approved lunch I force on him. He's a commercial accountant with some background in law. He could definitely take Abigail on as a client, organize the finances and get the store running like a proper business, and women like me get to keep well… you know."

"I am 100% okay with that." It didn't just save her the trouble of searching, but considering what she knew of Mrs. Gonzalez, her husband was probably upstanding enough to not take advantage of Abigail while they worked out just how bad Bimbette's magic had affected her. "Abigail, does that sound good?"

"What?" Abigail looked up quickly from her phone, having missed most of the conversation they just had. "Oh, like super yes! I was just texting Kitty to tell her the news and updating all my PicUp profile with #girlboss and planning to go out tonight and totes celebrate!"

"Right…" Chloe mulled it over in her mind how much she really wanted to get into it at the moment, but considering the dozen or so orgasms she had endured today and the daggers being glared into her by Voodoo Queen… "Yeah, you know what. Go with Mrs. Gonzalez and she'll help get you set up so you can get your girl boss on."

Abigail squealed as she clapped her hands together and giggled, sending a fit of motion through her bimbo body as she grabbed Mrs. Gonzalez by the arm and began walking deeper into the department store, talk of all the great ideas she had spilling from her mouth as the bewildered woman let herself be pulled along. Chloe closed her eyes and took a deep breath before opening them, looking back at Voodoo Queen who was very unhappy with her.

Or she had already arrived in a bad mood. Chloe took her in for the first time since arriving, the usual prim and perfect sorceress was looking a bit singed after her run-in with the Manimals and a literal dragon especially around the tips of her hair which was probably ticking her off as much as Chloe was in the moment. She patiently waited while Voodoo Queen calmed herself and straightened her back.

"I rushed over here as soon as we resolved the bank robbery and had the dragon restrained and Demi showed up with the cure for their new transformation formula to turn all their victims, including Slingshot, back to human."

"I mean, me and Jen both appreciate it especially considering how much of a pain magic is-"

"Yes, about that. Because when you say it's a pain, you're not saying that as Jen would who can't really do much about it, but as someone who can't be bothered-

"I mean it's not that simple but-"

"-BUT you can do something about it, using tech. Specifically, technology that seems awfully similar to tech you've told us the villain Technovile is responsible for. Tech which you seem to be awfully familiar with. More familiar than your "teammates" are with your background, several of us who took Jennifer at her word that we could trust you when we had questions."

Chloe felt the heat of a blush slam into her face, the tone of Voodoo Queen's voice more disappointed than anything as shame settled into her. There was a reason she always went out of her way to explain that super-genius was different from being super-intelligent, and while she hated talking about herself and what she could do she also realized she had made a mistake in a different manner: not trusting the women she had convinced to join a Rapid Rivers superhero team. Jen had the good sense to also look a bit abashed but as far as she was concerned she hadn't said anything about Chloe that wasn't true.

"Now, most of us had our own reasons for agreeing to move out to Rapid Rivers and join the Ladies of Victory, myself included and Jen isn't the only one who vouched for you. However Nike and Athena are two of the most respected heroines on the planet, so all it does is raise even more questions when you do something like let a woman who maliciously transformed a bunch of people for her own benefit walk away with the intent to blackmail her if she steps out of line."

"Sorry." Chloe moved her hands behind her back and moved back and forth on her feet, looking down as she couldn't quite bring herself to meet VQ's eyes. It wasn't that she didn't stand by what she'd done but rather she had asked a lot of the women who joined the LoV without thinking about what they would think of her and how stupid she had been to do so without taking their feelings into consideration.

"Sorry isn't really going to cut it." VQ stopped herself from raising her voice, sighing as she let her shoulders fall. She was still angry but it was hard to maintain it with Chloe looking as apologetic and ashamed as she did, even with the unconscious form of Bimbette right behind her floating on an impossibly futuristic medical bed steadying her nerves to push forward. "And by that what I mean is, Jen is going to call a team meeting-" Jennifer let out a quiet 'yes ma'am' from where she stood, also feeling a bit dressed down in the moment despite technically being the team leader. "-and you're going to explain everything about what's going on so the rest of us, your teammates, actually know what's really going on and about you and let us judge for ourselves… deal?"

"Deal." Chloe nodded, mostly to herself as she worked to steady her nerves. She really didn't like talking about her past, but what Voodoo Queen was saying was true. She was doing a disservice to the rest of the LoV and they at least deserved the truth. "We should get out of here soon anyway, I have to get Bimbette into the lab at the tower to see if either me or Demi can figure out what's wrong with her and what to do with her if we can't wake her up… and I do need help flying her downtown."

"I can take care of that." Jennifer perked up, happy to do something productive and while she felt a bit bad for what her best friend was feeling in the moment, even if she had been gently nudging Chloe to have done something like this in the first place since the formation of the LoV. "I do have to pay for this though."

Voodoo Queen looked Jennifer up and down, her body looking deliciously feminine and on display in the red bandage dress and suede-clad thigh high ballet heels, raising an eyebrow as Jen struck a pose to show off.

"What? I look hot as hell in this and I'm not about to shoplift. I can just bust open the register and leave some cash."

“Oh yeah, shit. I have to pay for my shirt and the skirt… and probably the panties.”

Their teammate looked back and forth at the two girls, Chloe striking a matching pose to Jen’s to show off. Voodoo Queen lasted a moment, her face straight and serious before a quick smile jumped and was squashed only to rise again into an almost manic laugh as she just shook her head and turned towards where Abigail went.

“I’ve got to contact Tricksterella to meet me here so we can use Abby to try and track all her unintentional victims. You two… I’ll see you back at the tower.”

The sorceress cracked off another cackle at her absurd friends, muttering something about shopping instead of snooping as she walked away, leaving the two young women bemused as the tension from earlier dropped away, leaving Chloe to giggle.

“What? I think I look super-cute.”

Jen looked at her leggy friend, watching her twist side to side and sending the frilly skirt up, revealing plenty of delicious skin and a well-toned peach that sent heat flaring not just across her cheeks but somewhere deep to nestle in as she turned her reaction into a cough, not wanting to reveal to her friend just how much she agreed with that statement.