Bimbo.com AND the Darkhold

Phineas Mason punched one final key on his computer and watched as the Bimbo.com program uploaded itself onto the web. He found a subroutine that allowed him to target general groups of people. He made sure to make sure the program would be sent to women, specifically women in the superhuman community, especially those who worked with science and technology. Another part of the program allowed him to remotely view the changes made by taking over cell phone cameras and webcams.

Aboard the SHIELD Helicarrier, Jemma Simmons typed away at her keyboard. She'd left SHIELD, but the threat of an incoming Skrull invasion and rumors of Tony Stark's technology being stolen had brought her back temporarily. The brilliant scientist was trying to determine a way to detect Skrull impersonators by studying their genetic markers. A popup window suddenly appeared on her screen, and she found herself unable to close the intrusive ad.

While she was furiously clicking on the X, a text prompt appeared on screen.

"Are you a bimbo?"

Jemma found herself compelled to answer, "No."

"You are visiting Bimbo.com, so you must be a bimbo."

"No. I'm a scientist."

"What is a bimbo?"

The Brit thought for a moment before replying, "A bimbo is a vapid woman. Truly vile. They don't care about anything but material possessions, their appearance, and sexual intercourse."

"What do they do for a living?"

"Likely nothing productive. They are not intelligent women. A proper bimbo is probably working as an erotic web cam model, an exotic dancer, a prostitute, or a trophy wife."

"What does a bimbo look like?"

"Blonde hair. Big tits. Big ass." Jemma pondered her response for a moment, her answer was significantly less eloquent than the others. She convinced herself that it was simply because she was tired of cooperating with this filthy website.

"What does a bimbo do with her time?"

"Fuck. Suck."

"Are you a bimbo?"

"Yes."

Jemma Simmons was rocked by the most intense orgasm of her life as she was briefly blinded by a brilliant flash of light. When her vision returned, the brilliant scientist saw a very different woman staring back at her in the reflection from a nearby window. Her hair was peroxide blonde, her breasts were a very fake pair of EE's, and her hips and ass had swollen into a plump, jiggly bubble butt. Rather than her scientific pursuits, Jem was much more focused on money and cock. She needed money to buy nice things, and she needed cock to make her hungry pussy happy.

She swayed her hips in an exaggerated motion as she walked through the helicarrier corridors, giving everyone nearby a show. She arrived at the hanger and found a single pilot exiting a Quinjet. Jem opened the top three buttons on her blouse, showing off a generous amount of her very expensive cleavage. She walked up to the agent and blew him a kiss.

"Hey sweetie. I need a ride back to the city."

"Sorry ma'am. I cannot execute any unauthorized flights. Especially with any unauthorized passengers. You'll have to wait for the next shuttle departure."

The newly transformed bimbo didn't hesitate for a second, she reached down and grabbed the pilot by the dick. She deftly stroked it through his flight suit until he was fully erect. She then led him into the rear entrance of the Quinjet by his hard on.

"Baby, I'll make it worth the risk."

Ten minutes later, Jem was laying naked on the floor of the high tech plane. The pilot's cum leaked out of her cunt, adding to the growing puddle on the floor. The former scientist frantically rubbed her clit, bringing herself to yet another orgasm. The spray from her pussy was unbelievably potent, evident by her juices dripping onto her naked body from the ceiling.

When they landed, Jem took out her sparkly, pink phone and looked up a list of nearby strip clubs. She didn't want to work at one of the higher end clubs in the nice parts of the city. They would fire and possibly prosecute her for fucking customers for more money. She needed to find somewhere that didn't care how she earned her tips. So the newly minted bimbo started to make her way to the worst part of Harlem.

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Meanwhile....

Peter Parker honestly had no idea that he was reading spells housed in the most dangerous collection of dark magic rituals in the multiverse. He really didn't know what he was doing at all. But with every page, the young hero absorbed more of the corrupting magic offered by the ancient tome.

He started to feel an uncomfortable pressure building in his body. On a conscious level, Parker had no idea what he was actually doing. He was to absorbed in his actions and the Darkhold made sure that he stayed unfocused and distracted from everything other than memorizing its contents. On a subconscious level, Spiderman was memorizing each of the dark spells and building up a significant reservoir of mystic energy.

Peter nearly jumped out of his shoes when he heard a woman's voice.

"Spiderman, we need your help."

Peter was even more shocked that someone knew his identity. The statuesque Maria Hill, Nick Fury's second in command, stood in front of him in her form fitting SHIELD jumpsuit.

"How did you know ma'am?"

"At SHIELD, we make it our business to know everything. Now I need to take you to Fury for a briefing."

From the moment he laid eyes on the beautiful woman, the pressure inside of Peter Parker grew even more, causing him to double over in pain. Peter unknowingly muttered a few words under his breath as the SHIELD Deputy Director rushed to his side. Translucent, red tendrils shot out of Peter's body and wrapped around Maria Hill. Her arms were pointed straight to the sides, and her legs were spread until she was nearly performing a midair spit.

Once he cast the spell, the pressure inside of the Spider decreased a bit. He reasoned that he had too much magical energy inside of him, and he needed to get it out. He spoke a few more unrecognizable words and a stream of red runes floated from his body before attaching to Maria. They flashed with an angry light for a second, then disappeared.

Maria's eyes rolled into the back of her head as she began to moan in ecstasy. The tendrils split until there were dozens of them. The ones that weren't holding her in place began to tear her clothes away. They cut easily through the ballistic fabric of her jumpsuit and tossed the remnants aside until there was only a nude woman being held spread eagle in the air, moaning in the throws of arousal.

The tendrils started to retract, pulling the Deputy Director closer as Spiderman freed his hard dick from his jeans. The Darkhold energy positioned Maria carefully before slamming her dripping cunt onto Peter's dick. He chanted in an unrecognizable language as red power flowed freely from him. The tendrils continued to move Maria up and down on his cock as the dangerous spy woman thrashed and screamed in orgasmic delight.

Unbeknownst to either of them, with every stroke, another bit of corrupting energy flowed from his cock into Maria Hill's body. With each injection, her morals and inhibitions faded. Soon, she didn't care that she was naked, wrapped in mystical tentacles, and being fucked by a college freshman in front of a crowd in the middle of New York City. Her only concern was the blissful sensations that his Spidercock were sending coursing through her body.

When Peter finally came, Maria exploded with one final orgasm as the Darkhold energy finished corrupting her. From now on, every man or woman that she fucked would be infected with the same power when she brought them to an orgasm. Her lovers would become depraved and uninhibited. Their only purpose in life would be to seek out physical pleasure and spread the corruption.

Peter waved his hand, casting one final spell on his new agent of darkness. His new toy wouldn't be able to spread his influence very far if she got arrested for being naked in public. So now, Maria Hill was wearing a much sexier uniform. Her top vaguely resembled her old SHIELD issued uniform, but it was sleeveless with a neckline that plunged deeply and a series of laces in the back that could be synched up like a corset. She also wore an obscenely tight, short pair of leather shorts and a pair of leather, knee high boots with spike heels.

Peter Parker and Maria Hill went their separate ways, Spiderman went in search of his next victim, and Maria was returning to HQ to spread her corrupting energy.