patient zero

Lucille appears on screen, draped across a throne of golden marble that has been stained with spilled wine and something thicker. She wears a gold trimmed corset that barely contains her swollen breasts, and she swirls a goblet of pink liquid while watching a replay of a battle on a monitor behind her.

"Welcome back to the Lair, my divine delinquents," she purrs, her tongue tracing the rim of her glass. "Tonight, we're visiting paradise. But paradise has been infected. We're going to Themyscira, where the legendary Amazons warriors of strength, sisterhood, and unshakable sapphic pride are about to learn that even the strongest shield can crack when faced with something as insidious as... *pretty thoughts*. We're watching a plague of pleasure turn a nation of warriors into a nation of toys."

She winks, the gold light reflecting off her hungry eyes. "Meet Diana. Our Wonder Woman. She returns home not with victory, but with a virus. A virus that turns courage into giggles and steel into soft, swaying flesh."

The scene cuts to the sun drenched shores of Paradise Island. The air is thick with the scent of jasmine and salt. But something is wrong. The Amazonian warriors standing guard at the docks aren't holding their spears with disciplined fury; they are swaying unnaturally, their eyes glassy and unfocused.

Diana lands on the beach, but she doesn't stride with her usual regal authority. Her hips swing with an exaggerated, hypnotic roll. Her iconic armor has been corrupted the eagle breastplate has split apart to accommodate breasts that have swollen into massive, gravity defying mounds of sun kissed flesh. Her waist has narrowed to an impossible degree, while her ass has rounded into two enormous, soft globes that jiggle with every step.

"Diana?" Queen Hippolyta approaches, her sword drawn, but her expression quickly shifts from concern to confusion as she stares at her daughter's transformed body. "What has happened to you? What magic is this?"

Diana giggles, a high pitched, breathy sound that carries no warrior's steel. "Oopsie! I don't know, Mommy! I just feel so... *pretty*! And so empty! I think I need to share my new feeling with everyone!"

Diana's eyes glow with a sickly, shimmering pink light the mark of the Bimbo Virus. She raises her hands, and instead of lightning or truth, she releases waves of pink, pheromone laced mist that rolls across the island like a toxic fog.

The Amazons who breathe it in begin to convulse. Their disciplined stances collapse as they clutch at their heads. The transformation is instantaneous and obscene. We see the legendary warriors of Themyscira screaming as their muscles soften into voluptuous curves. Their armor shatters as their breasts balloon outward, straining against their skin. Their fierce eyes glaze over, replaced by the vacant, sparkly stare of the brainless.

"I feel... so silly!" one warrior shrieks, her voice cracking into a girlish squeal as she drops her shield.

"I hate fighting!" another giggles, patting her suddenly enormous ass. "I just want to be... *used*!"

Within minutes, the sisterhood of Amazon has been erased. In its place stands a legion of ex lesbian Bimbo Amazons. Their warrior instincts have been completely rewired; they no longer seek glory in battle, but glory in submission. Their new purpose is singular: to serve the cocks that will inevitably arrive to claim their paradise.

As the mist clears, the island is silent except for the sound of synchronized giggling. The Amazons gather around Diana, their massive tits bouncing as they move in a dazed, euphoric trance. They have forgotten their history, their gods, and their love for each other. They only know the hunger.

"Let them come," Diana purrs, her hips rolling as she looks toward the horizon where ships appear. "Let them come and fill our pretty heads with something better than war."