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Master fucks me soooooo so good. I lay in bed covered in all his delicious cum, just licking it off my fingers. “Mmm, Master’s cum tastes yummy,” I moaned, licking my sticky fingers clean. I was still basking in the afterglow of our intense lovemaking session when the front door burst open.
I sat up with a start, my big tits jiggling as I looked around in confusion. “Who’s there?” I asked, my voice all sleepy and slurred.
A woman in a weird costume strode into the room, her face all stern and serious. “Lumina, you need to come with me,” she said, holding out her hand.
I blinked at her, my mind foggy. “Lumina? Who’s that?” I asked, giggling. “I’m Lulu.”
The woman’s face turned red with anger. “You need to fight this, Lumina! You’re not a bimbo, you’re a superheroine! Dr. Depravity has brainwashed you into this… this thing!”
I pouted, my lower lip jutting out in a childish tantrum. “But I like being Lulu! Master makes me feel so good, and I get to wear pretty clothes and be his plaything. It’s fun!”
The woman’s eyes narrowed. “You’re not thinking clearly. Come with me, I’m here to save you.”
I shook my head, my golden hair swishing around my shoulders. “No, no, I don’t wanna leave Master,” I whined, crossing my arms over my ample chest. “He’s my Master, and I’m his bimbo. It’s what I’m meant to be!”
The woman huffed, her hands on her hips. “Lumina, listen to me! You have a purpose, a duty to protect the innocent and uphold justice. Dr. Depravity has stolen that from you, reduced you to a mindless sex toy!”
I giggled, finding her words silly. “Mindless sex toy? That’s not true! I’m the best bimbo ever, and Master loves me just the way I am.” I stood up, my naked body swaying as I walked towards her. “Who do you even think you are?”
“I’m Bright Star, I’m your best friend!”
Bright Star? That name sounded funny. Like I’d heard it before. Like Master always talked about! I cocked my head to the side, my eyes narrowing as a thought occurred to me. “Wait a minute… Bright Star? The one Master’s always trying to stop?”
“He’s a villain, Lumina, we’re trying to stop him!”
Ooh, Bright Star is so mean! She wants to take me away from Master. But I’m not going anywhere! I know what I need to do!
“Let’s play a game!” I said, clapping my hands together excitedly. “You can try to take me away, but first, you have to come to Master’s special room with me!”
Bright Star looked skeptical, but I just batted my eyelashes at her. “It’ll be fun, I promise! You just gotta stay there for a couple minutes then we can leave.”
Bright Star hesitated, clearly unsure, but I just grabbed her hand and started pulling her towards the door. “Come on, it’ll be so good!” I chirped, skipping ahead of her.
As we walked, I couldn’t help but giggle to myself. This was going to be so easy! After Master made me, he told me that he had set up the room to make it impossible for anyone to resist his mind control. And now, with Bright Star walking right into it, I knew she’d be putty in his hands in no time.
We arrived at the chamber, and I pushed open the door, gesturing for Bright Star to enter. “In you go!” I chirped, giving her a little push. “Master will be so happy to see you!”
Bright Star stepped inside, her eyes scanning the room. I followed close behind, my heart racing with excitement. The machine whirred to life, its lights flashing in a hypnotic pattern. I watched, transfixed, as it began to pulse with an otherworldly energy.
“Ah, Lumina, you clever girl,” a voice purred from behind me. I turned to see Master standing in the doorway, a smug grin on his face. “You’ve brought me a little present.”
Bright Star spun around, her eyes widening in shock as she took in Master’s presence. “I saw you leave!” She fell back into a fighting stance but Master pressed a button and chains flew up from the floor, wrapping all around her.
Master’s chains were so strong and shiny! I couldn’t help but reach out to touch them, my fingers tracing the metal links as I giggled. “Ooh, Master’s got you now!” I yelled, bouncing on my toes with excitement.
Master chuckled, his eyes gleaming with triumph as he strode over to Bright Star. “You saw me leave,” he said. “But I only walked around the block. I know you’ve been staking out this place for days.”
I didn’t know what he was talking about. Bright Star struggled against the chains, her face set in a determined scowl. “You’re not going to get away with this, Depravity! I’ll break free and stop you, no matter what!”
Master just laughed, his fingers trailing along Bright Star’s jawline. “Oh, but you won’t be able to, will you? Not with this technology. It’s designed to break down even the strongest wills, to turn anyone into the perfect bimbo.”
The machine came to life. I watched, mesmerized, as the machine’s lights pulsed faster, its hum growing louder. Bright Star’s eyes glazed over, her struggles weakening as the device worked its magic on her.
“Look at her, Lulu,” Master purred, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “She’s even weaker than you. I thought she would be a worthy challenge, but it seems my technology is still unmatched.”
I nodded, my eyes glued to Bright Star as she swayed on her feet, her expression softening into a dazed, vacant look. “Yeah, Master, you’re the best!” I gushed, clapping my hands together in delight. “You always win!”
Master’s fingers brushed against my cheek, a possessive gesture that sent shivers down my spine. “Help our star, my sweet bimbo. Take off that silly costume and suck on her titties.”
I giggled, my hands flying to the zipper of Bright Star’s costume. “Okay, Master!” I chirped, tugging the fabric down to reveal her growing breasts. I leaned in, my lips wrapping around a nipple as I began to suckle greedily. Master’s fingers tangled in my hair, guiding me as I licked Bright Star’s breast.
The taste of her skin on my tongue, the softness of her flesh in my mouth, it was all sexy-making. I moaned, the vibrations traveling through Bright Star’s body as I suckled harder, my tongue swirling around the nipple.
Master purred, his voice a low, seductive rumble. “Show our star what it means to be a bimbo.”
I released Bright Star’s nipple with a pop, a string of saliva connecting my lips to her breast for a moment before breaking. I looked up at Master, my eyes glassy with lust, my cheeks flushed. “Okay, Master!” I squealed, scrambling to my feet. I grabbed Bright Star’s hips, pulling her close as I dropped to my knees. I buried my face between her legs, my tongue delving into her wet heat as I began to eat her out with wild abandon.
Bright Star moaned so loud, her hips bucking against my face as I devoured her pussy. Master watched, his eyes gleaming with pleasure as he stroked his cock through his pants. I could feel his gaze on me, hot and possessive, and it only spurred me on.
I licked and sucked, my tongue dancing over every inch of Bright Star’s clit and folds. She tasted so good, so sweet and tangy, and I couldn’t get enough. I pushed a finger inside her, curling it to hit that special spot that made her gasp and tremble.
“Lu–Lu–” she was trying to talk.
“Shhh, just let it happen, Bright Star,” I murmured against her pussy, my finger pumping in and out of her as I licked and sucked. “You’re going to be so good for Master.”
Bright Star’s hips bucked wildly, her moans growing louder as I worked her over. I could feel her climax building, her inner walls clenching around my finger as she teetered on the edge.
“Come on, baby, give it to me,” I cooed, my tongue flicking over her clit in rapid-fire strokes. “Show Master what a good little bimbo you can be.”
With a keening wail, Bright Star came, her pussy spasming around my finger as she gushed her release. I lapped up every drop, my tongue working to milk her dry as she shuddered and quivered above me.
When Bright Star finally collapsed, her legs giving out as she sank to the floor, chains gone, I released her, sitting back on my heels with a satisfied grin. She lay there, panting and dazed, her costume in disarray, her breasts still hanging out …and a look of utter submission in her eyes. Master strode over, his cock straining against his pants, and I could tell he was eager to claim his prize.
“Look at you, Bright Star,” he purred, his fingers trailing down her cheek. “So beautiful, so broken. You’ll make a perfect addition to my collection.”
Bright Star giggled. I watched, entranced, as Master freed his cock from his pants. It sprang out, thick and hard, the tip glistening with pre-cum. My mouth watered at the sight, and I found myself licking my lips in anticipation.
“Master, can I have a turn?” I asked, my voice breathy with desire.
He chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Not until I’m done with your sister.”
Master’s cock slid into Bright Star’s pussy with a low, wet sound, and I watched, transfixed, as he began to fuck her. Her legs wrapped around his hips, her back arching as he pounded into her, his balls slapping against her ass with each thrust.
I scooted closer, my eyes glued to the sight of Master’s cock disappearing and reappearing from Bright Star’s dripping pussy. I reached out, my fingers trailing along her thigh, feeling the heat emanating from where they were joined.
She gasped, her eyes fluttering shut as Master continued to rut into her. “Oh, yes, take it all, Bright Star,” he growled, his voice low and possessive. “You’re mine now, a bimbo for me to use as I please.”
I couldn’t help but moan at the thought, my pussy clenching with need. I wanted Master’s cock inside me, wanted to feel him filling me up, claiming me as his own. I reached down, my fingers finding my clit, rubbing in slow circles as I watched him fuck Bright Star.
Master’s thrusts grew harder, faster, his grunts of pleasure filling the room. Bright Star’s moans rose in pitch, her body trembling as she neared another orgasm. I rubbed my clit faster, my own arousal building, my breath coming in short pants.
With a final, powerful thrust, Master buried himself to the hilt inside Bright Star. He froze, his cock pulsing as he spilled his seed deep within her. Bright Star’s body convulsed, her pussy milking him for every drop as she came again, her cries of ecstasy mingling with Master’s deep groans of satisfaction.
As the last tremors of their climax subsided, Master withdrew, his softening cock slipping free of Bright Star’s spent pussy. She lay there, panting, her eyes glazed and unfocused, a look of complete submission etched on her face.
“Such beautiful sluts,” said Master. I giggled, bouncing up from the floor to throw my arms around Master’s waist. “Yeah, Master, you’re so lucky to have us!” I cooed, nuzzling my face against his chest. “We’ll be the best bimbos ever for you!”
Master chuckled, his hands stroking my hair as he looked down at me. “I know you will, my sweet Lulu. You and Bright Star will make perfect additions to my collection.”
He placed a hand over my belly. “All mine,” he said. I beamed up at Master, my heart full of love and devotion. “All yours, Master!” I agreed, pressing a kiss to his chest. “We’ll be your good little bimbos, always ready for you.”
Master’s fingers tightened in my hair, a possessive gesture that sent shivers down my spine. “That’s my girl,” he purred, his voice low and seductive. “Now, let’s get you dressed. This isn’t the only super slut out there for me to transform.”

Oh my gosh, being a bimbo is so much fun! Master takes me shopping all the time now, buying me pretty clothes and toys to play with. I love trying on all the cute outfits, twirling in front of the mirror and striking poses. Master always gives me a big thumbs up, saying I look “absolutely ravishing.” Whatever ravish–uh, that word means.
It makes me all horny.
After shopping, we go to the spa for a relaxing day of pampering. The massage girl is a bimbo like me! She gets on her knees for Master and we both suck his delicious cock before the massage even starts! Hehe, we’re such naughty girls. Master loves it when we fight over who gets to go down on him first. I always let her win, though, ’cause I love watching her lips wrap around his big, hard cock.
After our little playtime works out all the kinks in my body. I’m so relaxed, I almost fall asleep on the table but she loves playing with my cunt to wake me up.
Ooh, I love getting my cunt played with! It makes me feel all tingly and hot. The massage girl knows just how to touch me to make me moan and squirm. Master always laughs at how easy it is to get me off, but I don’t care.
I’m just a bimbo, and bimbos are easy, right?
After the massage, we get all primped and primed for the evening. Master takes me to fancy dinners, where I sit on his lap and feed him bites of my dessert. He loves when I lick the spoon clean, my tongue darting out to savor the sweetness. He always gives me a big, wet kiss after, his tongue exploring my mouth, making me feel all fluttery inside.
We’re always out where tons of people can see us and he loves taking pictures and tagging someone named Bright Star. I dunno who she is. I don’t really care, though. My job is to look pretty and make Master happy. And I do that so well! I love being his arm candy, his pretty plaything. He takes me to the most bestest parties and events, where I get to wear all my pretty dresses and show off my new hair styles. I’m like a living doll, a bimbo Barbie.
Sometimes, when we’re alone, he plays with my hair, brushing it and making it all silky and smooth. He loves when I wear it up in a ponytail, and he’ll tug on it a little, making me gasp and arch my back. It’s so sensitive, and it always makes me feel all tingly and wet between my legs.
Master loves when I’m wet for him, and he’ll make me sit on his lap while he plays with my pussy, his fingers rubbing my clit and teasing my entrance. I always end up riding his hand, my hips grinding against his fingers as I chase my orgasm. He’ll tell me how good I look, how much he loves watching me lose control, and it just makes me want to please him more.
And then there are the days where he leaves me alone cause he has to work. What even is that? I don’t really know what Master does, but he always comes home smelling like chemicals and looking all tired. He just throws me on the bed and fucks me, sometimes rough and hard, sometimes slow and gentle. I don’t really care how he does it, as long as he’s inside me, making me feel good.
After he’s done, he’ll usually leave me alone for a bit, saying he needs to rest. I just lay there, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside, my body still tingling from sex. Sometimes I’ll sit on a toy until my eyes roll back in my head from cumming too much, or watch some mindless TV, but mostly I just think about Master and how much I love being his bimbo.
Eventually, he’ll wake me up and we’ll start the day all over again. More shopping, more spa days, more sex. It’s a good life, being a bimbo.
Until one day some lady in a weird costume shows up and tries to take me away.

Oh my goodness, Dr. Depravity was so excited to get me home! He scooped me up in his arms, the latex of my new outfit squeaking as he carried me through his secret lair. It was like a big, fancy playroom filled with all sorts of gadgets and gizmos. I couldn’t wait to explore, but first, he had other plans for me.
Dr. Depravity set me down on his big, comfy bed, and I bounced a little, the latex of my outfit making fun noises. “Ooh, this bed is so soft!” I cooed, flopping back onto the pillows. 
Dr. Depravity chuckled, his eyes gleaming with desire as he stripped off his clothes. “Yes, Lulu, it’s perfect for a pretty little bimbo like you,” he purred. 
I could see his cock all hard in his black leather pants and I just had to have it! I leaned forward and tried to lick it through the fabric. Dr. Depravity’s laughter was husky and pleased as he caught my wrist, stopping my eager tongue. “Patience, my dear,” he admonished, his fingers trailing down my arm to the zipper of my latex bodysuit. “We have all the time in the world for that.” 
I pouted, but it was a silly, vacant pout, my eyes already drifting back to his impressive erection straining against the leather. “But I want to taste it, Doctor,” I whined, my voice breathy and needy. 
“Call me Master.” Dr. Depravity’s correction sent a shiver down my spine. Master. I liked the way it sounded, all commanding and dominant. 
“Okay, Master,” I agreed, my voice a breathy whisper. 
He smiled, his eyes darkening with lust as he slowly unzipped my latex bodysuit. The cool air of the room caressed my skin as the fabric peeled away, revealing my naked body to his hungry gaze. I squirmed a little, the latex clinging to my curves before finally slipping free, leaving me bared and vulnerable before him. 
“Look at you,” Master purred, his fingers tracing the swell of my breasts. “So perfect, so beautiful. And all mine.” 
I nodded, my eyes glazed with desire as I gazed up at him. “Yes, Master. I’m all yours.” 
He chuckled, his hand sliding down my stomach to cup my sex. “Too stupid to know anything else. If only Bright Star could see you now.” 
I giggled, a silly, vacant sound. “Bright Star? Who’s that?” I asked, my voice a breathy whisper as Master’s fingers teased my clit through my slick folds. 
“No one,” Master replied, his tone dismissive as he pushed a finger inside me. “Someone who thought she could stop me from creating the perfect bimbo. But look at you now, Lulu. You’re everything I could have hoped for and more.” 
I moaned as his finger pumped into me, my hips rocking involuntarily to meet his touch. “Mmm, yes, Master,” I purred, my eyes half-lidded with pleasure. “I’m your perfect little bimbo, aren’t I?” 
Master’s finger curled inside me, stroking that special spot that made my toes curl and my mind go blank. “You certainly are, Lulu,” he purred, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing it in slow, feely-good circles before he pushed me away. “Now, be a good girl and suck my cock like I taught you.” 
I nodded eagerly, my mouth watering at the sight of his impressive erection. I crawled towards him on my hands and knees, my naked ass wiggling with each movement. When I reached him, I looked up, my eyes wide and glassy with desire. 
Master’s cock was so big and hard, the tip glistening with pre-cum. I licked my lips, my tongue darting out to taste the salty fluid. “Mmm, yummy,” I cooed, my voice high and needy. 
I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, my tongue swirling around the sensitive tip as I sucked gently. Master groaned, his fingers tangling in my hair as he guided my head down his shaft. I took him deeper, my mouth stretching around his thick cock as I bobbed my head up and down. My big titties bounced with each movement, the sound mixing with the lewd slurping noises I made as I sucked him off. 
Master’s grip on my hair tightened, his hips thrusting up to meet my mouth. “That’s it, Lulu,” he growled, his voice thick with pleasure. “Take it all like a good little bimbo.” 
I moaned around his cock, my nose buried in his pubic hair as I worked him with my mouth and tongue. I could feel his cock throbbing against my palate, his pre-cum flooding my mouth with each thrust. It was so hot, so dirty, and I loved every second of it. 
Master’s cock pulsed against my tongue, his pre-cum coating my mouth as I sucked him off with eager abandon. I could feel his balls drawing up tight, his hips jerking as he neared his climax. I tried even harder, my lips sealing around him as I sucked, my tongue swirling around the head of his cock with a need to milk him dry. 
With a low, guttural groan, Master came, his cock throbbing in my mouth as he filled me with his hot, salty seed. I swallowed it all, my throat working to take every drop as he rode out his orgasm, his grip on my hair almost painful in its intensity. 
As he finally stilled, I pulled back, my lips glistening with his cum. I looked up at him, my eyes glassy and vacant, a stupid, satisfied grin on my face. “Mmm, did you like that, Master?” I asked, my voice a horny whisper. 
Master chuckled, his chest heaving with exertion as he stroked my hair. “Very much, Lulu,” he purred. “You’re such a good little cocksucker.” 

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.”