Resolution At The New Bimbo Club

Just as a reminder, this chapter is pretty old by the point I'm uploading it, it was written and the images were made for it 8+ months ago. The next 10~ chapters should be old as well, but after that we'll be revamping some things. Including some character profile pics and plot points. If you'd like to be part of the discussion on what's changing, you can join the discord here: https://discord.gg/VCeJvfAPXa

Otherwise, enjoy the chapter, this is a good one^^

Staring up at the villain makes Mt Lady's mind swim... How did she... lose... so quickly... mere minutes ago she had the upper hand, right? Her head feels so strange, like it's full of clouds. She tries to shake it, knowing it's D-Stress' quirk, but she just can't... everything just seems so nice all of a sudden.

As D-Stress asks the question, Mt Lady can't help but nod, her body moving before her mind. It's true... she does see something she likes, even if they are attached to someone so wretched. As someone who likes to take care of her appearance, she knows when someone's got it, and this girl definitely is in another tier...

Standing up, Mt Lady stretches. Having had enough time for her mind to accommodate the changes within her, she's finally able to speak again. She looks over the villain's crew, watching as Blueshift and Sundance stand, eyes and hands roaming over their new bodies. "I guess you probably won't let me leave... huh?" Mt Lady asks.

D-Stress giggles and shakes her head, before turning in the direction of her target. "Nope! Now come on~"

Mt Lady hesitates for a moment, standing in the street as civilians stare her down, peaking out from behind their cars. Baskerville turns back, growling and piercing into Mt Lady with just a glance, causing a shudder to run up her spine. She really doesn't seem to have a choice...

Joining the crew, the heroine's **** isn't as strong as one might think... instead, her mind continues to drift to less than appropriate things, a part of her enjoying being in the back of the group as they walk...

As one hero is tainted by the curse spreading over Musutafu, another struggles to maintain his own standing, the energy inside him screaming at him to fall. Walking down the sidewalk, Eraser Head grimaces. Holding his arm, he tugs at his pants, attempting to keep his erection from sight. He was infected late last night... and soon after he was ready to fall further. Though through sheer willpower, the homeroom teacher of class 1-A holds the energy at bay, repeating a mantra under his breath and forcing himself to think of anything but what that witch implanted in his head.

Earlier on his mission to spy on the infected, he watched from his motel room Hitori walk back to UA with Kirishima. His own disciple, running around like a whore with that little... "Shit..." Eraser Head grunts, feeling his entire body throbbing.

While reporting to Endeavor, he never did tell anyone he was infected, mostly out of fear they'd keep him away from his class... from... Hitori... again her face pops into his mind, images of her in the tent last night, freezing him with her brainwashing quirk before kissing his-

"Agh!" Eraser Head lurches forward, falling to his hands and knees as something inside him begins to spread. "Shit..." He thinks. This must be it, that one stray thought of how fucking hot his student was... he fed the curse... and now...

Nearby, other passerby watch in horror as Eraser Head's form begins to change. His dark clothes stretch and grow tight, struggling to contain his growing muscle. Having been holding it in for so long, Eraser Head rolls onto his back, his hand reaching down for his engorged dick. "Fuck..." He pants, feeling his shirt rip. "Need... release..."

As he lays there, mind swirling with conflicting thoughts, the weathered hero's phone buzzes. Turning his head he grabs it from his pocket, hoping it might be able to distract him what's happening to him. But as he turns the screen on, he's met with an image sent from Hitori... One of her winking at the camera with Kirishima's cock down her throat... "Shit, that's a good girl..." Eraser Head rasps, sitting up. In an instant, all thoughts of resisting fade as he turns his phone back off and stands up. "That's right..." He says to himself. "Get yourself nice and broken in…"

As the day runs on, it seems like the heroes are dropping like flies. In a matter of minutes, two of their top ranked members in the area have fallen, their minds too full of transformative energy to have a chance of fighting back. They are sidetracked from their mission, dissipating some of the pressure they may have been putting on one of the most potent places in the city...

Inside the local club, Mina and Hagakure rush toward the dressing room, dragging Denka Kaminari by her arm in an effort to get her up to speed. "Now... if you're gonna be a proper whore, you gotta dress like one, you know?" Mina asks.

Kaminari stands there motionless, her arms folded as she looks at the racks of lingerie. "I dunno... They look super cute and all... but it's just..."

"You're not a slut?" Hagakure interrupts, bouncing into Kaminari's back. "You GOTTA stop sayin' that babe! You're not a guy anymore, remember?"

Kaminari blushes, a hand absentmindedly fondling one of her own tits. "Y-Yeah..." Already at stage 2 of her transformation, her protests hold almost no weight. Despite being a guy just yesterday, and having fucked every girl in this place, now that she IS one of the girls...

Grabbing a yellow tiger print thong from the wall, Mina twirls it around her finger, turning back to Kaminari. "Then you are a slut, just like us! No self respecting bitch has tits like these babe~" She teases, pinching Kaminari's nipple.

Shuddering, the blonde moans softly, her eyes closing as her legs shake. "Oooohh~ That... fuck~" Her eyelids flutter, electricity crackling inside her, arcing out and around her most sensitive parts.

Holding her hand up and snapping her fingers, Mina directs Hagakure to a nearby door, one reserved solely for staff. Kaminari vaguely remembers fucking Mina in this room before Izumi altered her... Up until that moment it was the best sex of her life. She thought it couldn't get any better than that, but now...

"There she is boys! Just like we promised!" Hagakure opens the door, greeting a group of strangers, stepping to the side as they walk in. A group of burly 20 somethings, all regulars at the club now altered by the same curse as the girls inside. Though these studs feel differently than the sluts here, much like Kaminari had been, they see her nude form now and have only one thing on their mind.

Handing the outfit to Hagakure, Mina steps out, looking back once more. "Alright babe, keep watch of this little whore, I'll be back for her in like... 20 minutes?" She shrugs. "Maybe more, we'll see how greedy she gets... Have fuuuunn~" She waves goodbye to Kaminari, biting her lip as she imagines how hot it would be to watch her get fucked by all those studs, and how much hotter she'll be afterwards. But... even as a bimbo... duty calls.

Strutting through the main floor, Mina makes mental notes of everything that needs to be in order for their new grand open.

She glances at the bar, watching the bartender for tonight give a thumbs up as some slut sucks him off behind the counter. Giggling and giving him a thumbs up in return, she checks their new wall of sex toys... This bad boy is really gonna get lots of attention tonight. Already having thoroughly tested one of them on Kaminari, she can't imagine what it'll be like when this place is packed with hundreds... maybe even thousands of bodies. "Mmm~ Fuck that's gonna be so hot~" She reaches down between her thighs, daydreaming of lying in the middle of that sinful ocean, drowning in all that-

"Looking good!" Suddenly a hand on her shoulder draws Mina's attention. It takes her a moment to leave the euphoric scene in her head, but when she does she sees the owner of the club, looking over the wall himself. By now he's gotta be at stage 2, just by looking at him... but then again she hasn't fucked him since her job interview... "This'll really bring a crowd, huh Mina?"

Before changing, the owner was just some old creep. Way past his prime and readying for retirement. But now, as he stands beside her, Mina can really tell he's coming into his own. One more stage and he's sure to have 5 whores at least clinging to his cock. Speaking of which... Reaching down, Mina grabs between his legs, feeling the man up. "Yep, should be pretty fucking packed tonight~" She purrs.

The owner raises an eyebrow, smirking. "Is there something you wanna tell me?"

Shrugging her shoulders, she lets go of her real prize and reaches for his tie, letting the fabric slide through her fingers before gripping it tightly. Glancing back towards his office, she leans into his ear. "I have that new girl in the back, Toru's prepping her for tonight... How about we head back to your office and I help you get ready for your grand opening?"

Outside, as the sun gets lower in the sky, a line of party goers grows longer and more rowdy, already beginning to stretch around the block. By the door, the fully himbofied bouncer looks on in appreciation, noticing just how many of these people are at least somewhat infected already. All day he had barely seen them around... But it would make sense that such a place would attract those unable to keep it in their pants... Checking his watch, he smirks as the clock hits 5. Clearing his throat he chucks his clipboard behind him, unclipping the rope before him and letting the horde in.

In minutes, the crowd piles in, spreading out as the DJ throws on some music. Those that haven't been infected by D-Stress' power take it slower, looking to the bar or a more quiet corner to warm up to the atmosphere in. While those that have tasted her pleasure go straight to the good stuff, rushing to the wall of toys and crowding around the various stages around the venue.

Inside the owner's office, Mina sits up from sucking cock, panting and out of breath. She keeps her hand on his length as she glances to the door, brushing hair from her eyes. "Fuck, already?" She says with a bright smile. "You feeling close yet?" She asks, glancing back to the dick in her hand.

Grunting, the owner leans back in his chair, his hand reaching down to grip Mina's hair. He nods, as his body begins to grow underneath Mina's grasp. "Did I say you could stop?"

Back out on the dancefloor, the club's finest strippers keep the crowd entertained. Every single one of them fully changed and ready for anything, they give it their all as they move and grind against the poles.

Looking to the crowd, a freshly minted bimbo feels an orgasm rip through her... all from just the excitement of being seen. She moans loudly, thinking of how stupid she was for wanting to quit just this morning. "Never again!" She yells, waiting for someone to climb up there and take her...

Nearby, one of her colleagues floats above her stand, her quirk giving her a birds eye view of the debauchery unfolding. She stares down at her adoring fans, before descending like an angel, her wings flapping powerfully before she grabs onto her pole, sliding down like a pro. She squats down, sticking her ass out for anyone and everyone to see. "Come get me boys!"

And finally, as the other stages are overthrown with bodies, the first to have her area taken over kneels eagerly. Unable to say a word, she tries her best to work the crowd. Every accessory torn from her body, her tits hang free, her eyes glowing a bright pink as she looks a stud in the eyes, his cock shoved down her throat.

In just minutes, the whole club is thrown into complete anarchy... Transformations already beginning to occur within the crowd at large. Tits expand, and muscles bulge, the collective IQ of everyone in the building plummeting, as the libido skyrockets.

All the while, in the back, behind closed doors, the final piece to this depraved puzzle begins to follow suit.

"Aaahhh! Fuck! It's so fucking big~" Kaminari arches her back, laying on the floor as one of the men brought in by Mina and Hagakure plunges straight into her pussy. Staring up at the ceiling, she literally begins seeing stars as yet another orgasm rips through her body.

To either side of her, more of the men watch, jacking their dicks off to the sight of such a slut daring to take them all on. She feels their eyes, a growing part of her wanting to make them proud as she takes two of them in her hands. Sitting up, the voice in her head screaming at her to stop... the old Kaminari... it begins to grow quiet. Any sound it makes drowned out as a 4th man grabs her head, shoving his dick down her well equipped throat. She works frantically, every hole filled and every extremity being used, while the extra men just watch on, hoping to get a turn soon.

Nearby, Hagakure aims her phone at Kaminari, filming the brave little slut as she gains more and more confidence. The invisible girl giggles feverishly, rubbing her thighs together as she awaits the big moment.

Kaminari shudders, rolling her hips and bobbing her head over and over, finally getting into a rhythm... Her newly installed autopilot begins to takeover, allowing the girl to close her eyes and focus on the sensations. She feels her pussy clamping and relaxing over and over, milking that rod for all its worth. It's so fucking good... better than... better than... when she was a guy...?

Her eyes shoot open, anxiety filling her as she realizes what she's really doing. Inside her, a heat starts to bloom, spreading from her core to the rest of her body. She knows this feeling! The one that turned her before!

Summoning all her willpower, Kaminari let's go of the cocks surrounding her, pulling away from the one in her mouth, letting it slide from between her lips, a strand of drool hanging from her mouth. "W-Wait!" She cries. "This isn't right! I-I was like, a guy! Not a-"

Before her, the last man using her body for his pleasure pulls out, a look of satisfaction on his face. Looking down, his dick leaves her used pussy, a wall of cum following it, pooling on the floor. Instantly, from just the sensation alone, and the energy inside her blooming, Kaminari's mind goes blank. Her eyes roll back in her head and everything goes limp as she falls onto her back.

Pink electricity shoots out from the girl, as her breasts begin to expand. The already massive globes gain more and more mass from thin air, showing the rest of her body how it's done. In response, everyone watches on in admiration as the rest of her follows suit.

Everything tingles, everything feels so good~ Kaminari moans wantonly, her hand snaking down to her used pussy, as her nails grow longer. Frantically she fingers herself, the pleasure literally frying her brain as smoke billows from her ears. "AAAHHHNNN~"

Above her, the group of studs continue to jack off over her transforming body, before all at once they tense up. In an instant, the group cums together, aiming straight down at the blonde gyaru whore at their feet. The shadows of their cocks hover over her as their warm seed covers her tan body. Kaminari's mind goes blank, her fingers bringing her to absolute bliss.

10 minutes later, the door to the back opens, and the group of guys barrel out, ready to join the party. Leaning against the wall, Mina smirks as Hagakure steps out behind them. "That sounded like a good time~" She teases.

"It was!" Hagakure returns, holding up her phone to show the video thumbnail. "Right Denka?"

Finally, behind the other bimbos, legs shaking and head empty, Kaminari appears. Gripping the doorframe, she tilts her head, snapping a stocking to her leg. "Heehee~ Totally!~"