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.

Catlor 2

As always, any and all feedback is highly appreciated
 
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 Taylor felt her breath start to get ragged as Shadow Stalker began testing her new found sensitivity. She was pretty sure that this was going above and beyond what actually required. Taylor was rather glad that she had told the power testers that she had an increased sensitivity in various areas. The power testers had wanted to test them out immediately, and Taylor had just kind of gone along with them, but now Shadow Stalker was making her feel sooooo good and it was so humiliating. Ever since the bomb had messed with her sense of humiliation.
 
 She had accidentally walked out of the shower and hadn’t even thought about covering up, and had actually enjoyed the idea of Dad seeing her, it had made her wet, and then it actually happened. Now she was here, being tested, and Shadow Stalker was making her feel good as her tail wrapped around Shadow Stalker's leg as she played with one of Taylor’s nipples through her shirt and rubbed her head. She felt both sexual and tingly pleasure and didn’t know what she liked more.
 
 Her nipples were so sensitive now, even wearing a shirt had them rub against them and was making her wet, raising her arousal to ludicrous levels, at least until Rachel had had enough of her horniness and pulled her into her room, and they had… done things… Taylor moaned as Shadow Stalker tweaked her nipple as she thought of how Rachel dominated her. She had never realised how hot it was to be dominated in such a way, but then, that might have been because of the bomb.
 
 “Aw, does my little kitten like that?” Shadow Stalker asked as she moved her hand that was petting Taylor to her other nipple, both causing Taylor to start rubbing her head against Shadow Stalker’s head, and take a swift breath in as Shadow Stalker pinched her other nipple. A thought ran through Taylor, and she decided to experiment a little bit.
 
 “Yes… Mistress” Shadow Stalker chucked at that and redoubled her efforts on Taylor’s nipples, causing Taylor to arch her back slightly as pleasure rocked her system and a moan was elicited from her. There was something to this, maybe she should start calling Rachel mistress when they are having fun next?
 
 “I see you understand your place here,” understand my place? This… Why did Taylor recognize that voice?
 
 “Yes mistress,” even so Taylor still calls her that, enjoying the slight euphoria that comes from submitting to Shadow Stalker.
 
 “Bring your hands up,” Shadow Stalker says, and Taylor obeys, a small erotic rush goes through her as she obeys.
 
 “You’re going to play with your nipples, while I do something more,” Taylor obeys the super hero and starts to play with her nipples, playing with them just right that causes her shudder as she tweaks them just right. She knew how to best play with her nipples, and they had only gotten more sensitive since she was turned into a horny submissive cat girl. Shadow Stalker’s hands run down her body as she continues to play with her nipples, and then one slides into her loose pants. Taylor gasped as the hero started to massage her wet and needy pussy.
 
 Her other hand goes back around Taylor’s body and starts petting her tail and it feels amazing. It’s sensitive, and it’s driving her insane as Shadow Stalker plays with her slutty hole. She, she wants more.
 
 “M-more...” Taylor says.
 
 “What’s that kitten?” She asks, and Taylor whimpers in need as she tries to hump Shadow Stalkers hand. She however simply turns her hand to shadows so that Taylor can’t push Shadow Stalker’s fingers deeper into her.
 
 “Ah ah ah, what’s the magic word?” Shadow Stalker asks, and Taylor whimpers once more.
 
 “M-more, please?”
 
 “More please…?” Taylor whines and pinches her nipples, sending more pleasure through her.
 
 “More please mistress!” Taylor whines out and suddenly Shadow Stalker’s fingers are solid again and they start to dive into Taylor’s needy snatch. Taylor lets out a wanton moan as Shadow Stalker doesn’t waste time going straight for Taylor’s clit, rubbing it quickly and hard, sending lighting strikes of pleasure through Taylor as her eyes roll back and she suddenly feels herself cumming in Shadow Stalker’s arms. She goes limp and Shadow Stalker continues to rub at her, pleasuring her and lengthening her stay in heaven as she cums, her pussy clenching and unclenching, trying to milk a cock and get all the cum it could get from Shadow Stalker’s fingers, but getting none.
 
 Finally Shadow Stalker stops and slowly lets Taylor to the ground with her sitting on her lap and leaning against the hero. Taylor’s time in heaven was not yet over however as Shadow Stalker starts petting her and the wonderful tingling pleasure mixes with the aftershocks of the intense sexual pleasure that Shadow Stalker had given Taylor, keeping Taylor from recovering, and instead she leans back, merely enjoying the feeling and trying to cuddle deeper into Shadow Stalker’s arms.
 
 This was bliss…
 
 “Alright so we have reviewed some of the data that we got and it seems that other than the cat like features, and the body modifications, you’re mostly human, however many of us still believe that you should be inducted into the wards for now in case some additional powers arise from this. Oh Shadow Stalker, What are you doing here?” Taylor heard Armsmaster say as he walks into the room. Taylor opens a half lidded eye and tries glaring at Shadow Stalker.
 
 “Just introducing myself.”
 
 “Hmm, I see I’ll see. Good initiative Shadow Stalker.” Armsmaster says.
 
 “Thanks” Taylor opens her other eye and tries to glare harder but the petting feels sooo gooood. Meanwhile Stalker kept bumping her breasts with her restless leg. It was distracting, though that was more because Taylor hadn’t found a bra yet that could fit her new bulbous breasts properly so they were just flapping around. She’d need to take Lisa up on that shopping trip once all the bombing was over, or maybe steal one of Emma’s. They were thieves after all, even though she kind of wanted to betray them.
 
 Actually this could be a perfect opportunity… but… Taylor thought back to some of the times she had with them and just from initial reactions, they seem really nice, despite the little hiccup with Rachel. But Rachel made up for it, oh did she ever make up for it. Taylor for a moment imagined back to when Rachel had brought her into her room, she had a pretty barren room, except for a few things. One of those things being a big imposing doggy styled strap on, and a collar that she put on Taylor. Taylor snuggled further into Shadow Stalker’s embrace as she remembered how Rachel dominated her, making her, Bitch’s bitch.
 
 Heh, Bitch’s bitch.
 
 No, the Undersiders were alright, besides, no one got hurt, and she made sure no one got hurt during the bank thing. Plus that was all their employer’s fault, they could just hit small time targets and fight other villains like when they fought Bakuda after she outed their boss to the PRT and got him put away.
 
 Yeah, that’s probably a good idea... maybe she could even convince them to join the Wards as well?