Hypo to Nympho: The Bimbo Booster Shot (Worm AU)

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Amy frowned as she rode on the bus. Victoria wasn’t able to pick her up and now her day was ruined. Victoria was off somewhere, and her phone was dead or gone or what, and now Amy had to ride the bus with all these people. She could swear she felt a million diseases that these people had despite the fact that she wasn’t touching anyone. Carol, the bitch, couldn’t come because she was working on a big case, and Mark was on his new meds which meant that he couldn’t come either.

This being the first time she’d ridden on a bus, Amy could say for certain that she hated it. The air was dusty and it made it hard for her to breath, her throat was feeling scratchy, and people were talking just loud enough to be annoying, but not loud enough to be called out on it. Then there was also the boredom. God was it boring to have to ride all the way back home, with these people. Amy was lucky that she was sitting on her own, she’d have hated sitting with someone. She’d even made a point of sitting on the inner seat so unless someone wanted to scootch past her, they weren’t getting that seat, though it made the ride a bit more boring.

Of course, all of her anti social practices were all for naught as one lanky girl decided that she would scootch past her into the seat beside her. Amy frowned and wished that she had a purse in which to put on the seat to show that no, she couldn’t take it, but unfortunately she didn’t. As the lanky girl with black hair moved past, she accidentally touched a bit of her skin, and that made Amy raise an eyebrow.

Bored out of her mind, and mildly curious, Amy kept the contact up as the seats in this damn bus were barely large enough for a regular person. Amy continued her examination of the lanky girl with curly black hair.

The girl shifted and it must have covered up the bit of skin that Amy had accidentally been touching since she could no longer feel the girl. Amy frowned, sad that her little entertainment had been disrupted, but otherwise it wasn’t like she’d asked the girl if she was allowed to heal her or anything. Unfortunate that such a body had to go to waste on a girl that couldn’t take care of it, but then, the connections in her brain had been more numerous than most so maybe it was a good thing that the girl malnourished herself into avoiding becoming a bimbo. However, it might have also prevented herself from becoming depressed. Intelligence begets depression, granted, no one says that, or at least, Amy was pretty sure no one says that, but it sounded philosophical. 

Amy would have to see about finding out what kind of medicine she was taking, she might make a recommendation for Mark, he might decide to take his meds more regularly now if she did.

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The moment Panacea touched Skitter to fix her leg she realised that she recognized her. This was the same girl who had been on the bus! Only her chemicals were way out of whack, kind of like when Mark forgot to take his pills back when he still forgot. Her lust, which when she was taking her pills had been overwhelming was actively being blocked and basically made nearly nill. She was sick in the head… actually, that made sense. Carol was always going on about how some criminals were criminals not because they were evil but that they were sick in the head like Skitter here was. That must be why she was a villain.

Panacea for a moment just stared at Skitter, at her depression in Skitter’s head. It would be so easy to change, to just equalise her chemicals to that of a healthy girl rather than the depressed and suicidal girl as she now recognised her as. The stupid girl trying to get herself killed by cop or whatever her plan was. It was evidently failing since she’d failed on even that remark. Failure at keeping herself healthy, failure at properly taking care of herself, and now a failure at even keeping up with helping her mental health when she started.

But then, maybe it wasn’t her fault? Homeless people generally had a slew of health problems, mental health as well, and they couldn’t get their meds. Skitter’s civilian wear wasn’t at the level of homeless people, but it hadn’t been wealthy looking either. Maybe she lived in a bad home and couldn’t afford the meds? It was certainly possible.

Skitter seemed to have like her meds from what Panacea had seen back then. She remembered that Skitter had actually been a bit dopamine high the last time she saw her, and she’d obviously been fucked earlier that day, what with the microtears on her pussy and the pulsing of it as well. Tilting her head as she healed Skitter’s broken leg, she remembered that they had a huge bottle of the stuff in the cupboards of the hospital, mostly left behind. Sure the hospital wouldn’t begrudge her for doing a bit of heroism and pulling this poor villain out of villainy by giving her a proper amount of drugs for her to take.

Not to mention it made the girl into a horny slut, who probably was too busy thinking about dick to properly do any villainy. Actually, outside of the bank and the fundraiser, when had Skitter gone out and done anything villainous. Amy knew that Skitter likely hadn’t been on the meds at the bank since the meds had only just gotten onto the public market a day or so after the bank incident. Then she’d been on her meds for a time, what with the bus incident, and she’d not done any crimes as far as Panacea could tell, then she suddenly does the fundraiser.

That must have been when she ran out of the meds, Panacea thought as she fixed the last of Skitter’s leg. The girl turned to villainy whenever she ran out of meds so that she’d get herself killed, or something like that, because her fucked up head was driving her to do it. Resolved, Panacea knew what she had to do… then she started looking the girl over again. Stunted sexual characteristics because of a bad diet since nearly the start of puberty, basically would have had a bimbo body…

Why shouldn’t Skitter have a bimbo body? She was alright enough to look at, and she was going to be getting her meds, so why not give her a body to match her soon to be libido? She of course wouldn’t instantly alter her, but Skitter had said that Panacea could fix her, so why not? Besides, even if Panacea was wrong, and underneath her mental illness she was also evil, then hopefully she would be too busy fucking to fight anyone, or just commit crime less.

With a minor tweak, Panacea reset the puberty centers so that they would act as if Skitter wasn’t malnourished and her body would go along with their original template as if she’d been eating the same diet that Vicky was eating. Granted, malnourishment would likely hamper this, but then if Skitter got too hungry from her growing body, then maybe she’ll join the Wards just to get a proper meal and then they can reform her. Panacea then, as an afterthought, made just a few more changes to let the villain reach her full bimbo potential, before backing off and heading to the cupboard where the extra large bottle of the depression pills that Skitter took were being held.

Panacea reckoned that they wouldn’t even notice that they were missing.

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Taylor bit her lip as she fondled her, honestly now sizable breasts as she slowly pushed a dildo into her pussy. Apparently she was a really late bloomer since the puberty fairy decided to hit her like a freight train doing 100 miles an hour over the last month. Already Taylor had needed to replace her costume once and she might have to replace it again if she kept growing like this. Her breasts had already gotten massive, with her unable to grip them fully in her hands now-a-days. Taylor’s ass had, according to Charlotte, gone straight past a dump truck and was now an international cargo freighter. The worst part of her sudden blessing by the puberty fairy in Taylor’s eyes however were her lips. Ever since her growth spurt, her lips had ballooned to the point that if she wasn’t careful she’d begin to lisp. It certainly made a huge contrast between herself, and Skitter now since she only spoke as Skitter with bugs these days as she’d yet to properly figure it all out.

She wasn’t being Skitter right now however, she was being Taylor, the blind slutty trophy that Skitter was keeping with her. The poor girl who after being blinded after Leviathan’s rampage was forced to become Skitter’s horny slut just to survive. People could only imagine what Skitter was doing to Taylor in her lair, playing with the defenseless girl who was at her whim. It wasn’t really the kind of image that Taylor had wanted to garner with Skitter, but it had kind of happened when she’d been getting dressed in some underwear and Charlotte had fucked up by bringing a new recruit that Taylor hadn’t vetted yet. Next thing she knew there was a wild rumour flying around that Skitter was keeping a wicked sexy and blind sex slave in her lair.

It had also kept her surprisingly chaste, at least with random strangers while she was under the effects of her pills. They were a wonderful thing, but whenever Taylor stopped taking them for a while, then doubled up to make up for the missed dosages, she always got so horny that she questioned whether she’d be able to resist anyone who came to her wanting to fuck. Just the thought of the eyes of everyone one her, looking her up and down, gazing on her now lewd and inappropriate body, her large breasts, her spankable ass, her large luscious lips. Taylor wasn’t a lesbian, but she couldn’t help herself in the early days when her new assets were growing in from touching herself. Even when she hadn’t taken her pills yet and was having to convince herself to get up she found that her new sensitive breasts when she played with them enough were a quicker way of getting her more motivated to get out of bed, even if it was just to get her pills.

Course now she couldn’t see herself, but that didn’t stop herself from feeling her new sensitive breasts, and playing with them when she was alone and horny, or, when Charlotte was around.

Her subordinate was being punished for her lapse in judgement. Taylor hadn’t been happy when the rumour spread that her civilian form was now being regarded as Skitter’s personal sex slave, part of it was the embarasment of it, a part of it was that she found the idea really really hot whenever she was on her pills. It was distracting, and Taylor had taken to only taking her pills half the recommended time and doubling up later, and that was just on quiet days. Lisa still recommended that even if she got distracted, she should take her pills more regularly, but with all the chaos that was happening, even if she was depressed, she was more focused and effective while depressed.

Now though, since it was quiet, and nothing had gone wrong, Taylor was taking her double dose, and with her bugs, and the creaking of floor boards, Taylor smiled. Charlotte was attending to her “punishment detail” as she strode into the room that Taylor was in, one hand down by her crotch where a large strap-on hung off her hips. Charlotte came up quickly to her and grabbed Taylor by the wrists, and pushed them aside. The dildo in Taylor’s pussy slowly slid out as Charlotte immediately pushed herself up against Taylor, the strap on teasing Taylor’s sensitive pussy as Charlotte latched onto one of Taylor’s nipples, eliciting a pleased moan from her as Charlotte’s tongue swirled and pleased her. Taylor, already aroused beyond belief rolled her hips as her pussy slid along the top of the dildo. She wanted the dildo in her so badly, but from this angle it was impossible.

Charlotte pulled away from Taylor’s nipple and giggled at Taylor’s expression of need and desire.

“Such a slut,” she declared and Taylor shivered before her subordinate leaned down once more and began to kiss her while a hand released one of Taylor’s wrists. Taylor however didn’t focus on how her arm was able to move again, rather she was more interested in the swirling of their tongues as they kissed and made out. Charlotte’s breasts rubbed up against Taylor’s now much larger tits, their nipples colliding and teasing each other with small sparks of pleasure from each touch. Then Taylor felt the dildo shift, and the tip pressed against Taylor’s snatch. Taylor made a sound as it entered into her, a long pleased moan as it slid in. Despite how she was blind and it wouldn’t change a thing for her, Taylor closed her eyes at the feeling of Charlotte’s cock pressing into her more for Charlotte’s sake than her own. Though it would have also been hot to let Charlotte see how Taylor’s eyes rolled back as she was fucked.

Sure the rumour was inconvenient, but there were at least a few side benefits to it.

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So what do you think? I’m also writing the next bit of the last snippet but got distracted as I wanted to finish this as well.