The Pink Room

The ride home was largely uneventful, with Korra and She-Hulk pressing themselves as far against the seats as possible, avoiding Rob like the plague even in this confined space, while Rob largely ignored their fear, enjoying Zarya's blowjob and her cuddles afterwards. It felt so nice to be held in her big, strong arms, her massive chest, and he was delighted with how warm and gentle Zarya could be despite her size.

However, one thing of note happened. Just as Tifa began to turn-on to his new street, the radio blared with a tone indicating breaking news, the steady, smooth voice of the newscaster coming through shortly thereafter.

"In international news, after weeks of rising tension between loyalist factions aligned with the crown and various groups seeking democratic reforms, the European nation of Westeros has fallen in a sudden military coup. Military forces took the capitol and royal palace earlier this morning and have begun to impose strict lockdowns and martial law upon the small nation. Both loyalists and reformers have gathered in opposition, as it seems the crisis will not pass in any short order. Queen Cersei Lannister fled from the capitol before it fell, and has taken refuge abroad, as have a handful of members of Westeros' nobility who back the reform faction, Daenerys Targaryen and the Stark sisters, Sansa and Arya..."

Huh. Rob blinked in start, unsure of how to process what he just heard. Genie magic sure was something if it could whip up an entire country to satisfy the urges of one pervert, huh? Well, for the time being, Rob had other matters on his mind, but he made sure to file this news story away in the vault. Seemed like it would be relevant sooner or later...

With that foreshadowing out of the way, Tifa opened the doors and led Rob and party up to the house, altogether and unnecessary gesture, but she lived to serve Rob, so she had no objections. As Tifa opened the front door, gesturing for Rob and Zarya to enter, he stole a glance back to Korra and She-Hulk, still keeping their distance from him. They stood with their heads down, shoulders high, arms close to their sides, and eyes darting left and right in suspicious, frightened glances. They were at their breaking point, Rob felt like he could do anything to push them over the edge and make them his, but he had a specific idea in mind.

Nami came strutting across the foyer, high heels clicks with every step. "Welcome back, lover~" She greeted, arms thrown around Rob and giving him a big kiss, but not before giving the two new girls a greedy, lusty look.

"It's only been a few hours." Rob replied, but chuckled and kissed his pet all the same. "Tell me, where's Cynthia?"

"Sunbathing by the pool."

"And Kamala?"

"She said she was going to the mall with friends."

Rob nodded before handing Nami the car keys. "I want you and Zarya to take the Benz and go out shopping." Nami's eyes sparkled as she took hold of the keys. "She only has her gym clothes and leotard, and she is deserving of all the fine things you and the others have, too." Rob then turned to Tifa and said, "Please prepare lunch and tea for me and my guests, Tifa."

All three girls - Nami, Tifa, and Zarya - all nodded and beamed, eager to obey.

"Yes, master!" "As you desire, sir." "You are too kind to this muscle slut, my beloved."

And soon enough, that left Rob alone with Korra and She-Hulk, who had just watched the scene with mute appeal, a mix of horror, disgust, and fascination. "Shall we, ladies?" Rob offered, gesturing to a room on the other side of the grand hall that made up his foyer/living room.

"You did something to them." Korra mumbled, averting Rob's gaze. Averting looking at him all together. She was pretty sure she would lose all nerve if she caught sight of him. "The same thing you did to Zarya, you did to all these other women..."

"I sure did." Rob admitted bluntly. "And they enjoyed it and are much happier for it. Now, please," he gestured forward once more, "all I want to do is talk. And I'm sure two strong-willed women like yourselves would never succumb to my charm like Zarya and the others."

The two friends shared a silent look, uncertainty written across their faces. But, whatever resistance they still might have, they were too deep into the power of Rob's wish to fully fight back. They made their way to the room Rob gestured towards, and he held the door open to them like a true gentleman.

"Now, I need to prepare somethings and Tifa needs to prepare lunch, so please just wait her for a few moments." Rob said, as he led the two into the Pink Room.

Immediately, Korra winced from the searing pink light that filled the small space, while She-Hulk held hands to her temples, the thundering bass pounding in her skull already. Despite the oddity of it all, the two complied, sitting on the comfy chairs facing the screen broadcasting it's pink spiral. Almost immediately, Rob could see them sigh, relaxing into the padding of the chair. "Be back in a few, ladies." He said, shutting the door.

In Rob's mind, the only thing better than a bimbo was a muscle bimbo! A big, dumb, and horny Amazonian beauty! All beauty, all brawn, and zero brain! He was thrilled he could use the Pink Room so soon again and on these two of all people. He was pretty sure he could have submitted any of his muscle-sluts to the Pink and the result would have turned out great, or even Nami or Tifa, but with Korra and She-Hulk, it just felt right.

Rob waited as patiently as a child in the dying hours before Christmas morning. That is to say, not at all. He paced about the foyer. He checked in on Tifa in the kitchen. He checked in on Cynthia at the pool - she was getting quite the nice tan. He looked online to see all the news articles regarding the "small European nation" of Westeros and Queen Cersei.

Considering that, so far, all of his fictional dream women had been bartenders, schoolgirls, gymbunnies, and one real estate agent, Rob hadn't even considered the fact that some of these girls he had conjured into reality could be people in the public eye, celebrities and politicians and people with real power and prestige in the real world. It made the task seem more daunting, but he also knew that the reward would be even more worthwhile come the end.

After ten minutes (nine minutes too long, Rob thought), Rob cracked open the door of the Pink Room to check on his burgeoning bimbos, and the results did not dissapoint.

Gone was the worry and trepidation, the disgust and the hate, and all of it was replaced by sheer pink happiness and sunniness, as Korra and She-Hulk stared unblinkingly at the screen, great big dopey grins on their faces, lines of drool coming form the corners of their mouths. They were deeply sunken in the plush cushion of the chairs, posture loose and lax, without a care or thought in the world. Their cheeks were flushed, bodies sweaty, nipples hard and erect, and pussies hot and wet. Strands of their hair were already beginning to dye bright platinum blonde, while flashes of pink crept into their cloudy eyes. And, as they sat their, drooling and panting, they were muttering the subaural message played from the speaker back.

"Strong of body... weak of mind..." said Korra.

"All beauty... all brawn... no brain..." said She-Hulk.

"Strong and dumb... big and horny.... hot and empty..."

"I'm a strong bimbo... I'm a dumb bimbo..."

"Need a man... to think for me... thinking is hard..."

"Obeying is easy... need a man to obey..."

"Big biceps... bigger boobies... tiny brains..."

"Happy and horny... silly and slutty... proper and pretty..."

Rob shut the door as quietly as possible, leaving the two to their treatment, as happy as he had ever been, which was saying a lot considering his life in recent days. He grunted and shifted uncomfortably, his cock rock hard within his shorts. Cynthia would take care of that shortly. But first, he pulled out his phone and made a quick call.

"Hey, Nami. Yeah, I know you won't mind, but when you finish shopping with Zarya, I'll have to send you out again. Something tells me our guests are going to have a major shift in attitude and wardrobe by the time you return."