Heel Face Turn, due to 'Love' or Mind Control.

He would need an explanation for how the Ultimawomen had switched sides. Something the public could believe. Thinking about what had worked in the past, driven heroes to villainy and villains to heroism, he came to a simple conclusion.

'Love.'

Shelby would be in love with him. In public, the moms would be...themselves. Or their improved (and by improved, he meant sexualized) selves, but Ultimagirl would be his 'girlfriend,' or his fiance. He could even use that. He'd held back against her because he was in love with her, that was the story they would spread about. That's why she'd defeated him so many times.

Shelby would be his fiance, and she brought her mother around to the light. That was the story they would tell, he decided. And yes, forcing her to be his fiance was immoral. He knew it, but after mindwiping Ultimamom and fucking his own mother, also under the influence of the machine, personal immorality was no longer, really, the issue. The greater good was the issue. A satisfied Ultramom was good. A good Ultimamom was axiomatically good. And a good Ultimagirl was, equally axiomatically, good. He considered the problem as he lurked in the shadows of the trophy room, waiting for Monica to return with Shelby. Somehow knowing their names made him feel...powerful.

Besides, after everything the Ultimasluts had done to him, they deserved it. Or so the increasingly power and lust corrupted Ultraboy could make himself believe. Ultimagirl did not help the case she didn't know she was making as she entered the trophy room, smirking, with her mother behind her. "How did that weak bitch and her sissy son beat anyone? Honestly, they're so weak, next time we beat them down, we should sell them to Taboo and Pleasure, I bet those guys would love to stretch out sissy boy's ass and Ultramom would make a great breeder, at least if her kids were trained better than sissy boy."

Given that she clearly expected her mother to agree with this notion, or at least not punish her for suggesting selling him to those depraved villains, he decided they both deserved this and everything else he could give her.

"Take her. Put her in the chair." He ordered.

Ultimagirl spun, right into her mother's clutches, who lifted her off her ground in a massive bear hug, pinning her arms to her sides and moving forward at a brisk pace towards the mighty machine which had broken the villainess and built the heroine.

"What?!" Ultimagirl squeaked, before her mother's vice grip drove all the breath from her lungs.

"Don't worry, sweetie. Everything is going to be fine, you'll be so happy, we'll be together, and you'll be good." Ultimamom soothed.

Ultimagirl tried to fly away, but Ultimamom slammed her back down, hard against the ground, then shoved her into the chair, strapping down her arms before she could focus, but the teenage supervillain's legs came up, kicking and trying to break the machine's legs. Her mother caught each supple leg and strapped them to the legs of her chair. The helmet slid down over her head and he began to input the commands. Most of them were straightforward, she wouldn't remember the trip to the machine, she wouldn't remember her mother's betrayal, she would remember a romance begun a while ago, an affair begun when she turned eighteen and various torrid encounters thereafter, and, of course, she would obey any direct order he gave, as well as love him, unconditionally and want him to be happy, regardless if he got there by fucking other women, or either of their mothers. A moment of consideration of her comment about selling him and he decided to add a couple of additional, nonnecessary commands. He gave her the worst thing for the person Ultimagirl had been, modesty and repressed bisexuality and unrepressed submissive tendencies.

She would want to cover up, would make her costume more modest, under cover of changing it for their marriage and, every time she was naked in front of him, she would be embarrassed, and that would turn her on. As would her desire to submit to women (submitting to men would be free of embarrassment, well, depending on what she was ordered to do), especially Ultimamom and Ultramom.

As he played with Ultimagirl's mind, Ultimamom came up behind him and wrapped her arms around him, pressing her full, duralexx (tougher spandex) covered tits against his back, only two thin layers of the material seperated them. She whispered in his ear.

"Thank you for making my daughter better, however can I repay you, son?" The emphasis on that last word, along with all her behavior confirmed his suspicions that the machine was having a subconscious effect on people, making them want ****, or releasing the desire, if it lurked within them, he couldn't know which.