I was in a real pickle.
My mentor, Bright Star, would be yelling at me right now if she could see me, hands bound above my head, costume ripped over my stomach, and in the clutches of her old nemesis Dr. Depravity. So I was just going to need to get out of this before she found out.
I struggled against the chains holding me. Dr. Depravity, leaning against the wall, watched me with amusement. His lab coat was unbuttoned, revealing a sleek, form-fitting suit underneath. His eyes, magnified by thick-rimmed glasses, gleamed with a mix of intelligence and madness. "Feisty, aren't you?" he commented, pushing off from the wall and approaching me. "But you'll find, Lumina, that your strength is no match for my technology."
I glared at him, my breath coming in short, angry puffs. "You won't get away with this, Depravity. I'll never let you turn me into one of your... your bimbos."
He chuckled, running a finger along my cheek. I flinched, but he grabbed my chin, holding me still. "Oh, Lumina," he whispered, his voice like velvet, "you misunderstand. I don't want you to let me. I want you to beg me."
I scoffed, trying to pull away. "Never."
He smiled, a slow, predatory smile. "We'll see about that." He snapped his fingers, and a hum filled the room. A machine I hadn't noticed before whirred to life, its lights blinking in a rhythmic pattern. I felt a strange sensation, like tiny electric shocks, coursing through my body. I gasped, my muscles tensing.
Dr. Depravity leaned in, his breath hot on my ear. "This machine, it amplifies your desires, Lumina. It makes you feel... everything. Every touch, every sensation... it's overwhelming. And it's only going to get more intense."
Something deep inside of me throbbed and I struggled harder against the chains. The machine hummed louder, its lights flashing faster. I could feel it pulsing through me, like a living thing. My skin tingled, every nerve ending on fire. My breath came in ragged gasps, my heart pounded in my chest.
Dr. Depravity's hand slid down my arm, his fingers tracing the curve of my bicep. I shuddered at his touch, a jolt of pleasure shooting through me. "See, Lumina?" he purred. "You can't help but respond. Your body is already craving more."
I shook my head, trying to clear it, but the sensations only intensified. It was like nothing I'd ever felt before. Every cell in my body seemed to be screaming for more of his touch. I bit my lip, a whimper escaping me. "No!" I gasped and it turned into a moan.
Dr. Depravity's eyes gleamed with triumph. "That's it, my dear. Let go. Give in to it." His hand moved to my hip, his thumb brushing over the waistband of my torn costume. I arched into his touch, another moan slipping past my lips.
The machine's lights flashed red now, the hum growing to a deafening roar. I was lost in a sea of sensation, my mind foggy with need. I couldn't think, couldn't reason. All I could do was feel.
Dr. Depravity's other hand cupped my breast, his fingers teasing my nipple through the fabric. I cried out, my back arching, my hips grinding against him.
"Yes," he hissed, "that's it." Pleasure zipped through me like lightning, each touch sending jolts of electric ecstasy coursing through my veins. I was a puppet, my strings pulled by Dr. Depravity's skilled fingers as he explored every inch of my exposed skin. The machine's pulsing hum seemed to synchronize with my racing heartbeat, amplifying every sensation a thousandfold.
His hand slid down my stomach, his touch impossibly gentle, yet searing hot. I whimpered, my hips bucking involuntarily as he traced the curve of my hip. I was wet, my core clenching with a need I'd never known before.
"Look at you," Dr. Depravity purred, his breath hot against my ear. "So responsive, so eager. You were made for this, weren't you, Lumina? Made to be a toy for a master like me."
"No, puh...pl..p..." I couldn't form a coherent response, my words lost in the tidal wave of sensation crashing over me. Dr. Depravity's fingers found the damp heat between my thighs, and I sobbed, my entire body trembling as he stroked through my folds. I was dripping, my arousal coating his fingers as he explored me, finding every sensitive spot, every hidden pleasure.
"Such a pretty little pussy," he murmured, his voice a low, husky growl. "So wet and ready for me." His thumb found my clit, circling it with maddening slowness, and I keened, my back arching as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter inside me.
The machine's hum reached a fever pitch, its lights strobing wildly, and I felt like I was being pulled apart, rebuilt, remade by the sheer intensity of my arousal. I was lost, consumed by the fire raging through my veins, the only thought in my mind the desperate need for more, more, MORE.
Dr. Depravity's fingers delved deeper, pumping into me in a relentless rhythm that had me seeing stars. I was a creature of pure sensation, my mind blanked by the overwhelming pleasure, my body a slave to the insistent throbbing in my core.
"Come for me, Lumina," he commanded, his voice a dark, seductive purr. "Let go and give me what's mine."
I shattered, my orgasm ripping through me like a tidal wave, leaving me gasping and trembling in its aftermath. Dr. Depravity's fingers never stopped moving, milking every last tremor from my spasming body as he coaxed out wave after wave of pleasure.
As the aftershocks of my climax faded, I felt a strange, tingling sensation wash over me. It started at my toes and worked its way up, like a thousand tiny fingers tracing my skin. I gasped, my eyes flying open to meet Dr. Depravity's triumphant gaze.
"What... what are you doing to me?" I managed to stammer, my voice thick and husky.
He smiled, his eyes glinting with a mix of pride and dark amusement. "My machine, it's not just amplifying your desires, Lumina. It's reshaping you, transforming you into the perfect specimen."
I felt it then, a subtle but unmistakable change in my body. My breasts, already swollen with arousal, grew even larger, straining against the torn fabric of my costume until the fabric began to rip. My chest heaved with each ragged breath as I watched in horror and fascination as my body reshaped itself under Dr. Depravity's control. My nipples, already stiff and aching, grew longer and darker, pebbled with a sensitivity that made me whimper at the slightest touch. And my breasts, no they were really tits now, kept growing.
My tits, huge and heavy, bounced and swayed with each breath, the torn fabric of my costume barely containing them. I stared at them in shock, my hands automatically lifting to cup the impossibly large mounds. They felt so soft, so full, like two ripe melons in my palms. I squeezed gently, marveling at the way they yielded to my touch, the way my nipples puckered even harder, begging for attention.
When had my hands been unchained? Why wasn't I running? Why wasn't I fighting?
Dr. Depravity's fingers trailed down my stomach, his touch sending shivers of pleasure through me. "Look at you now, Lumina," he purred, his eyes me in. My hair, once a short, practical bob, now cascaded down my back in a tumble of golden waves. It felt silky and heavy, brushing against my breasts with every movement. I lifted a hand, running my fingers through the strands, marveling at the way they fell back into place.
As I explored my new hair, Dr. Depravity's fingers continued their sensual exploration of my body. He cupped my ass, his palm pressing against the curve of my cheek, and I gasped at the unfamiliar sensation of my skin stretched taut over the new, fuller contours. My ass was rounder, plumper, and the fabric of my costume strained against the swell of it.
"Your ass is perfect now," he murmured, his fingers tracing the seam where my cheeks met. "So round and juicy, just begging to be spanked."
I blushed, a mix of embarrassment and arousal coloring my cheeks. I needed to fight this. But my mind was foggy, my thoughts muddled by the constant barrage of pleasure and the machine's insistent hum. All I could focus on was the sensation of Dr. Depravity's hands on my body, the way his touch seemed to ignite every nerve ending.
He stepped back, his eyes raking over my transformed form with a critical gaze. "Not bad, Lumina. But we're not quite done yet." He snapped his fingers, and the machine whirred to life once more.
The light coming from the machine turned pink and Dr. Depravity laughed. "Ah, Lumina, you're so needy," he purred, his fingers buried inside me, stroking gently as the pink light pulsed. "I knew you'd be the perfect test subject for my latest invention - the Mind Bender. It's designed to rewrite a person's very essence, their thoughts, desires, memories... everything."
I moaned softly, my body still trembling from the aftershocks of my orgasm. The sensation of his fingers inside me, combined with the soothing pink glow, made me feel heavy, languid, almost drunk on pleasure. "W-what are you doing to me?" I managed to ask, my voice slurred and dreamy.
Dr. Depravity's smile grew wider. "Rewriting you, Lumina. Making you into the perfect bimbo, a plaything for me and my clients. You'll forget all about your life as a superhero, your friends, your duties... all you'll care about is pleasing me, serving me, being my pretty little toy."
The pink light intensified, and I felt a strange, tingling sensation in my head, like my brain was being rearranged, rewired. I had to resist, to hold on to my identity, but it was like trying to grasp smoke. The more I fought, the more elusive my memories became, slipping through my fingers like grains of sand. I saw flashes of Bright Star, of our training sessions, of the thrill of flying through the city skies... but they were fading, becoming distant, hazy recollections.
Dr. Depravity's fingers gentled inside me, his thumb circling my clit in a soothing rhythm. "Shh, don't struggle, Lulu," he cooed, his voice a warm, comforting blanket. "You're safe with me. I'll take care of you, make you feel so good."
The pink light enveloped me, and I felt myself sinking deeper into a sea of pleasure and confusion. My thoughts grew foggy, my mind mal--malle--ma...all gooey and stuff. I couldn't think, couldn't reason. All I could do was feel, and the sensations were too much. Dr. Depravity's fingers inside me, the machine's soothing hum, the pink light bathing me in a warm, fuzzy glow... it was all so good, so right.
"Look at you, Lulu," Dr. Depravity purred, his voice like a caress against my skin. "You're doing so well. Just relax and let it happen."
I nodded, my head lolling to the side, my eyes glassy and unfocused. The world had narrowed down to Dr. Depravity, his touch, his voice. Everything else had faded away, leaving only this moment, this pleasure.
The pink light pulsed faster, and I felt a strange, tingling sensation in my mind again. It was like my thoughts were getting all mixed up. My memories were slipping away, replaced by new ones, ones of Dr. Depravity, of being his plaything, his pretty little bimbo. I saw myself in a skimpy outfit, posing for him, smiling and giggling like a brainless doll. I felt myself craving his touch, his approval, his cock. The thought of pleasing him, serving him, made my core clench with need.
The machine's pink light faded, replaced by a soft, golden glow. Dr. Depravity withdrew his fingers from my dripping pussy, and I whimpered at the loss of his touch. He smiled, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "There we go, Lulu. How do you feel now?"
I blinked, my gaze focusing on Dr. Depravity's face. He looked so pleased with himself, and I couldn't help but smile back at him, my lips curving up in a dazed, vacant grin. "I feel... good," I said, my voice soft and breathy. "Like really, really good."
Dr. Depravity chuckled, his hand stroking my cheek. "That's my girl," he purred. "You're doing so well, Lulu. Such a good little bimbo for me."
I nodded, my head bobbing up and down like a puppet on a string. "Yeah, I'm a good girl," I agreed, my words slurred and silly. "I'll be a good girl for you, Doctor."
He beamed at me, his pride evident. "I knew you'd catch on quickly, Lulu. Dr. Depravity leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, "Now, let's get you dressed for your debut, shall we?" His hand slid down my stomach, his fingers tracing the curve of my hip as he guided me towards a rack of skimpy outfits. "Pick something that makes you feel pretty, Lulu. Something that shows off your new curves."
I gazed at the array of clothes, my eyes widening at the sight of so many tiny, revealing pieces. "Ooh, that one," I squealed, pointing to a pink, latex number that looked like it belonged on a sex doll. "It's so sexy!"
I reached for the garment, my hands shaking with excitement as I pulled it off the rack. The latex felt cool and smooth against my skin as I wriggled into it, the fabric clinging to my curves like a second skin. The top was a halter neck, leaving my breasts bare and on full display, while the skirt was a tiny, frilly affair that barely covered my ass. I turned to face Dr. Depravity, striking a pose to show off my new look.
"So much better than this old thing," he peeled the old clothes I'd been wearing off and I was totally freaking naked in front of him! Dr. Depravity nodded, his eyes roaming over my latex-clad body with a hungry gaze. "Absolutely perfect, Lulu. You look like a million bucks." He stepped closer, his hands roaming over my curves, the latex squeaking softly under his touch. "And you feel even better than you look. So soft, so pliable... just waiting to be molded into whatever shape I desire."