Wonder Woman and Storm fall to the squad

As Bat-bimbo's high-pitched squeal echoed through the air, Storm's eyes widened in horror. She stumbled backward, her mouth agape, as if the words had physically struck her. Her gaze was fixed on Batwoman's and Captain Marvel's transformed forms, her mind struggling to comprehend the extent of the bimbo ray's power. The dark-skinned heroine's face contorted in a mixture of disgust and dismay, her hands clenched into fists as if she was searching for a way to reverse the transformation.

Wonder Woman's reaction was no less dramatic. Her eyes flashed with a fierce, warrior-like intensity as she took a step forward, her hand instinctively reaching for the Lasso of Truth at her waist.

Wonder Woman's eyes never left Bat-bimbo's transformed form, her expression a mask of disgust and concern. She took another step forward, her hand closing around the Lasso of Truth, ready to intervene. But before she could react, Superbimbo's pink aura flared to life, and she shot forward, her hands grasping for Wonder Woman's wrists

Cumstain Marvel, still holding Bat-bimbo in place, let out a throaty laugh, her eyes gleaming with excitement. She released Bat-bimbo, who swayed precariously, her new breasts bouncing with each movement.

As Wonder Woman's fingers continued to be closed around the Lasso of Truth, Superbimbo's pink aura flared even brighter, as she reached Wonder Woman with an unnatural speed. Her slender fingers wrapped around Wonder Woman's wrists, holding them in place with an unexpected strength. The Amazonian warrior's eyes widened in surprise, her gaze locking onto Superbimbo's as she struggled to break free. The Lasso of Truth slipped from Wonder Woman's grasp, clattering to the ground as Superbimbo's grip tightened.

Superbimbo's grip on Wonder Woman's wrists was unyielding, her pink aura pulsating with energy as she held the Amazonian warrior in place. Wonder Woman's eyes blazed with a fierce determination, her muscles straining as she tried to break free. But Superbimbo's grip was too strong, and the Lasso of Truth lay on the ground, just out of reach.

Cumstain Marvel and Star-whore closed in on the struggling heroine, their bimbo ray guns at the ready. The air was thick with tension, the sound of her heavy breathing echoing through the air.

"Let go of me, you bimbo!" Wonder Woman snarled, her voice low and menacing. As Wonder Woman's words dripped with venom, Superbimbo's smile only grew wider, her pink aura pulsating with an otherworldly energy. The air around her seemed to distort, as if reality itself was bending to accommodate the sheer **** of her bimbo power. Cumstain Marvel and Star-whore leaned in, their eyes gleaming with excitement, their bimbo ray guns quivering with anticipation.

Superbimbo's grip on Wonder Woman's wrists tightened, her fingers digging deep into the Amazonian warrior's skin. Wonder Woman's face twisted in a snarl, her muscles straining as she tried to break free, but Superbimbo's hold was unyielding.

As both Star-whore's and Cumstain Marvel's fingers closed around the trigger of their bimbo ray guns, a bright pink light flickered to life, illuminating the twisted scene before them. Wonder Woman's eyes, ablaze with defiance, locked onto the gun, her gaze burning with a fierce determination. Superbimbo's grip on her wrists tightened, holding her in place as Star-whore and Cumstain Marvel took aim. The air seemed to vibrate with tension, the sound of Wonder Woman's ragged breathing echoing through the air.

With a cruel smile, they pulled the trigger, unleashing a blast of pink energy that struck Wonder Woman with the **** of a hurricane. The blast of pink energy from their bimbo ray gun hit Wonder Woman with a **** that sent her sprawling to the ground. Her armor, once gleaming with the strength of the Amazonian warrior, now lay tattered and weakened on the floor. The once proud and fierce Wonder Woman now lay ****, her eyes wide with shock and fear.

Cumstain Marvel and Star-whore stood over her, their bimbo ray guns still trained on the fallen heroine. Superbimbo's grip on Wonder Woman's wrists loosened, and she stepped back, her pink aura still pulsating with energy.

As Wonder Woman's body was exposed to the lingering effects of the pink energy, her skin began to undergo a grotesque transformation, slowly morphing into that of a hyper-feminine caricature. Her toned muscles softened and gave way to rounded curves, accentuating her bust and hips, and shapely legs. Her iconic tiara darkened and lengthened to contain the locks that once rested within; it morphed into a grand, femme, curly hairstyle.

As Wonder Broad's gaze settled on her new reflection, her eyes grew wide with wonder, her pupils dilating in a mixture of shock and delight. She let out a squeal of excitement, her voice rising to a pitch that was almost ear-piercing. "Oh my goddess, I'm so gorgeous!" she cooed, her words dripping with a sugary sweetness. Her hands fluttered up to her face, touching her plump, inviting lips and tracing the curves of her cheeks. She giggled, a silly, bubbly sound that was impossible to take seriously

Storm, the only superheroine left unscathed, watched in horror as her comrade was transformed into a bimbo. She could feel the rage building inside her, her fingers crackling with electricity as she prepared to strike back. But before she could make a move, Superbimbo turned to her with a sinister smile.

"I think it's time for you to join the party, Storm," Superbimbo said, her voice dripping with malice. "Girls, why don't we help Storm here." She said to the bimbos, both newlyminted as earlier made. Storm raised her arms, lightning shooting out of her fingers, but Superbimbo and the squad were ready.

As Superbimbo spoke, Bat-bimbo's gaze locked onto Storm, a sly smile spreading across her face. With a flick of her wrist, she tossed a small, pink pellet towards the wind-controlling superheroine. The pellet arced through the air, leaving a trail of glittering, rose-tinted sparks in its wake. Storm's eyes narrowed, her fingers twitching as she raised a hand to deflect the projectile.

But it was too late. The pellet exploded in a cloud of pink smoke, enveloping Storm in a sweet, cloying mist. The air around her seemed to thicken, the scent of bubblegum and cotton candy filling her nostrils; distracting her.
As the pink mist cleared, Storm's eyes fluttered open, her gaze foggy and disoriented. Wonder Broad, now fully embracing her bimbo persona, giggled with gleeful excitement, her plump lips curled into a seductive pout. With a flick of her wrist, she summoned the golden Lasso of Truth, now transformed into a garish, glittering rope that seemed to pulse with a life of its own. The lasso snaked through the air, wrapping itself around Storm's wrists and ankles with an unsettling accuracy. Wonder Whore's eyes sparkled with mischief as she pulled the lasso tight, Storm's limbs straining against the glittering bonds.

As the glittering lasso constricted Storm's limbs, Wonder Broad's eyes sparkled with mischief, her plump lips curling into a triumphant smile. She tugged the lasso with a playful jerk, causing Storm's wrists and ankles to bind tighter, her limbs straining against the glittering bonds. The rope seemed to pulse with a life of its own, sending tiny, tingling shocks through Storm's skin as she struggled against its confines.

Meanwhile, Cumstain Marvel's eyes locked onto Storm, her gaze filled with a hungrily sensual light. She slunk towards Storm, her curvaceous form undulating with each step, her hands reaching out to grab the outdone Storm.

As Cumstain Marvel's hands closed around Storm's bound wrists, a jolt of electricity ran through the air, but it was no longer the fierce, stormy energy that had once crackled with menace. Instead, it was a soft, gentle spark that seemed to melt into the warm, golden light that emanated from Cumstain Marvel's skin. Storm's eyes fluttered closed, her face a mask of conflicted emotions as Cumstain Marvel's fingers began to massage her skin, sending shivers of pleasure through her bound limbs.

Wonder Whore's eyes sparkled with delight as she watched the scene unfold, her plump lips curling into a triumphant smile.

As Cumstain Marvel's fingers continued to massage Storm's skin, the other, original, bimbo squad members closed in, their bimbo ray guns at the ready. Superbimbo, Star-whore, Black Kitty, and Cat-babe all took aim at Storm, their eyes gleaming with excitement. With a chorus of giggles, they fired their bimbo rays in unison, the beams converging on Storm's struggling form.

The air around Storm seemed to shimmer and distort as the bimbo rays washed over her, their vibrant pink and purple hues deepening to a rich, berry-wine color as they merged.
As the merged bimbo rays washed over Storm's struggling form, her body began to shift and contort, her muscles softening and relaxing into a more languid, sensual shape. Her skin took on a warm, golden undertone, and her features grew more delicate, her cheekbones less pronounced and her jawline softer. Her hair, once a wild tangle of white locks, straightened and lengthened, cascading down her back like a waterfall of white.

Her eyes, once bright and piercing, grew larger and more languid, the irises expanding to fill the entire socket. Her eyelids grew heavier, her lashes thickening and lengthening to frame her eyes like silk fringe.

The transformation was almost complete. Storm's body continued to soften and curve, her muscles melting away to reveal a more voluptuous figure. Her skin grew smoother, more inviting, and her features became softer, more delicate. The bimbo ray guns clicked off, their pink and purple beams dissipating into the air, leaving Storm's body bathed in a warm, golden light The bimbo squad members giggled and clapped with excitement, their eyes sparkling with mischief as they admired their handiwork.

As the golden light faded, Storm's newly transformed body came into view, reborn into the bimbo squad as Whore's Shower. Her once athletic physique had given way to a sumptuous, curvaceous form, with lush, creamy skin that seemed to glow from within. Her breasts, now full and ripe, swelled from her chest like twin melons, the nipples a deep, succulent pink. Her waist, impossibly narrow, accentuated the flared hips and thighs that seemed to go on forever, beckoning all eyes to linger on her luscious curves.

Just as Whore's Shower, the newly transformed Storm, took her first steps as a member of the bimbo squad, a burst of energy exploded onto the scene. Atomic Eve, the powerhouse from the Invincible universe, materialized in a flash of light, her eyes scanning the area with a mix of confusion and concern. Her gaze fell upon the transformed superheroines, now fully immersed in their bimbo personas, and her expression turned to one of shock and dismay. "Too late," Atomic Eve muttered to herself, her voice barely audible over the sound of the bimbo squad's giggles and chirping.