Fix Vixen before she pops!

The lab felt suffocating once the adrenaline wore off. Dr. Vex’s corpse lay crumpled on the floor in a spreading pool of blood. But your attention stayed fixed on the three women.

Velocity Vixen stirred first. Her eyes fluttered open, then widened in pure panic as she looked down at her chest.

“Oh god— no, no, no— what the fuck is happening?!”

Her breasts had kept growing while she was ****. They were now grotesque, veiny, shiny-skinned monstrosities far larger than her head, still slowly swelling and leaking glowing pink fluid. Her widened hips and plush ass jiggled with every panicked breath, and between her spread thighs her massively swollen pussy continued to throb and drool.

“Make it stop— please!” she cried, voice cracking with terror and humiliating pleasure. “They won’t stop growing!”

You lunged forward and pressed both hands firmly against her heaving, expanding chest. The stolen power burned like fire in your veins as you **** the growth to reverse. Pain stabbed through your skull. Blood trickled from your nose. Inch by agonizing inch, her breasts began to shrink.

You couldn’t maintain focus for long. The effort was too much. You staggered back, gasping, and left her there while you dealt with more immediate problems.

First, you removed the suppressor cuffs from her wrists. Then you dragged Vex’s gaunt body up the rain-slick stairs and dumped him into the fast-moving river behind the industrial block. Back in the lab, you spent the next hour combing through his chaotic notes and holopads.

The entries were deeply disturbing.

Dozens of past “projects”: a fire-manipulating heroine turned into a living molten-rubber pleasure doll whose breasts constantly dripped liquid latex; a telepath slowly converted into a multi-limbed breeding drone; and several private commissions for Overlord Kane — Vex’s secret high-ranking patron in the Iron Dominion. Kane had ordered “loyalty packages” and “entertainment upgrades” for his personal collection. Vex had clearly been building toward something much bigger.

While you read, you occasionally glanced back at the speedster. The reversal you’d started on her chest was continuing on its own — slowly, steadily draining the excess mutagen from her breasts. By the time you looked up again, the massive, leaking orbs had collapsed dramatically… all the way down to tiny A-cups. They looked almost comically small on her otherwise hyper-feminine, wide-hipped body.

A soft groan pulled your attention fully back to her.

Velocity Vixen had woken up again. She pushed herself up on her elbows, still naked, and stared down at her chest with wide-eyed horror.

“…What the fuck did you do?!” she yelped.

Her once-proud F-cups were now barely A-cups — small, perky little mounds that looked almost flat against her dramatically altered frame. She cupped them with both hands, as if trying to will them back to their original size.

“You flattened me into nothing!” she exclaimed, voice cracking with disbelief. “I looked like a goddamn cow and now I’m… I’m basically concave!”

A short, involuntary snort of laughter escaped you before you could stop it. The absurdity of the situation — the mighty Velocity Vixen cupping her tiny breasts in outrage after everything she’d been through — hit you hard.

She glared at you, cheeks flushing with embarrassment and lingering anger. “This isn’t funny, asshole! I don’t even know your name and you’ve already turned me into… into this!”

You cleared your throat, fighting down the grin. “It’s… Traps. And I didn’t mean to take them that far. I was trying to stop the growth, but the power’s still new. It kept going while I was reading Vex’s notes.”

She muttered something unflattering under her breath, then sighed heavily. “Great. Just great.” Her expression softened slightly, though wariness still lingered in her eyes. “But… thank you. For killing him. For not leaving me like the freak he was making me into. I’m still not sure I can trust you, but you did save me from that.”

You rubbed your aching temples. “I don’t know how to control any of this yet. His notes are a mess.”

Vixen glanced at the side table where her golden goggles still sat.

“Try those,” she said cautiously. “They helped me keep track of my energy, stamina, and power output in real time. They might be able to do something similar for whatever you stole from him.”

You picked up the goggles and, after a lo_g moment of hesitation, slid them over your eyes.

The neural interface hummed to life. Blue holographic overlays flooded your vision. You focused on a nearby vial.

Mutagenic Serum – Type Pink

Effect: Rapid hyper-feminine expansion + heightened sensitivity

Stability: 87%

You looked at one of the glass cages.

Containment Unit Alpha

Occupant: Subject #17 – “Cowgirl Hybrid”

Current Status: Deep sedative + pleasure induction

Finally, you turned your gaze to Velocity Vixen.

A detailed prompt appeared, floating gently above her naked, altered body:

Subject: Velocity Vixen

Power Level: 5% remaining

Current Modifications:

• Breast Mass: -68% (A-cups)

• Hips & Glutes: +142% (Hyper-breeding)

• Vaginal Sensitivity & Size: +210%

• Metabolic Rate: Severely disrupted

Available Analysis Modules:

Body Modification

Mental Modification

Power Modification

You swallowed.

“…Your powers are almost gone,” you told her quietly. “The goggles say you’re only at five percent.”

Her face went pale. “No… let me try.”

She stood up shakily from the table. Without the suppressor cuffs holding her back, she attempted to activate her speed. For a brief second she blurred — but only slightly faster than a normal person could sprint. A few weak blue sparks fizzled out after half a second.

“Fuck…” she whispered, voice trembling with fear. “I can barely run faster than a regular person now.”

She looked up at you, pride and vulnerability warring on her face.

“I hate asking you this. I still don’t fully trust you… but I don’t have anyone else.” She bit her lip. “Please… help me get back to normal. Or at least fix what you can.”

The three glowing analysis options hovered in your vision above her body, waiting for your choice.