fem bane helps her master

Arthur stood in the center of his laboratory, a grotesque king surveying his domain. Behind him, the limbless, chrome limbed mountain of flesh that was Bane hummed with mechanical life, her vacant eyes fixed on him with religious devotion. She was no longer a threat; she was his most loyal enforcer, a weapon of pure, unadulterated debauchery.

"My sweet girl," Arthur croaked, stroking one of Bane's massive, Renu enhanced breasts. "We have more work to do. Gotham needs more... worshippers."

Bane's mechanical arms whirred as she reached out to touch his greasy thigh, her voice a husky, drugged whisper. "Anything for you, Master. Let us hunt them. Let us bring them to their true purpose."

The hunt began in the botanical gardens of Gotham. Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn the city's most notorious lesbian power couple were caught off guard. They were mid embrace, surrounded by a lush canopy of carnivorous flora, when the chrome limbed monstrosity descended from the shadows.

Ivy's vines lashed out, but Bane's cybernetic limbs were too fast, too strong. With mechanical precision, Bane used her enhanced strength to tear through the Green, crushing Ivy's protective plants like dried leaves. Harley swung her mallet with manic glee, but Bane simply absorbed the blow with her hyper muscular torso, the impact barely registering against her engineered flesh.

Before they could regroup, Arthur stepped from behind Bane's massive frame, holding a modified aerosol canister the Straightening Venom.

"No! Stay back, you creep!" Harley screamed, reaching for her pistols. But the spray hit them before they could react.

The Straightening Venom was a concentrated cocktail of hormonal rewritings and cognitive erasers. As the pink mist enveloped Ivy and Harley, their screams turned into confused whimpers. The venom worked with terrifying speed. Ivy's connection to the Green was severed, replaced by a synthetic, artificial need that focused entirely on the masculine. Harley's chaotic energy was channeled into a singular, mindless devotion to Arthur.

But they weren't done. Arthur deployed the Slutify Drip.

As they collapsed, the transformation began. Ivy's lithe, plant like grace was overwritten. Her hips flared outward with violent force, her ass swelling into a massive, muscular bubble butt that strained against her torn green costume. Her breasts ballooned into two enormous, heavy mounds, their nipples darkening and hardening instantly. Her mind, once focused on protecting nature, became a hollowed out vessel of pure, cock hungry need.

Harley's transformation was even more extreme. Her lean physique was flooded with Slutifying Venom, her muscles becoming corded and powerful while her curves became hyper exaggerated. Her ass grew to impossible proportions, a thick, round shelf of muscle and fat that jiggled with every involuntary shudder. Her breasts became twin mountains of soft, eager flesh.

When the mist cleared, the two legendary lesbians were gone. In their place stood two hyper muscular, ultra tight cocksluts. Their eyes were glazed and vacant, their lips swollen and glossy, their entire being reoriented toward a single goal.

"Master..." Ivy moaned, her voice dripping with synthetic lust as she crawled toward Arthur's feet, her massive ass swaying hypnotically. "I feel so... empty. Please... fill me."

"Yeah, Puddin' wait, no, Master!" Harley corrected herself with a mindless giggle, her hips already grinding against the pavement. "I need it! I need the cock! Make me your good girl!"

Arthur grinned, his unwashed cock already throbbing. "Excellent work, Bane."

Bane's mechanical arms whirred as she helped Arthur position his new acquisitions. Ivy and Harley were brought to the lab, where they were integrated into the existing network of pleasure. They were stripped, their new bodies displayed like trophies. Their pussies and assholes had been engineered to be superhumanly tight, each thrust from Arthur feeling like he was being squeezed by a vice made of warm velvet.