Fighting D-Stress

"Remember, if you fight back, it'll only get worse from here!" Mt Lady yells, cracking her knuckles before walking forward. Her gigantic steps cause the earth to shake, car alarms blaring as her strides close the distance effortlessly. As she moves, she carefully watches the group, ready to grab them like a child with toys. From what she's heard, none of them should pose much of a threat... except for that big girl in the back...

Baskerville, a former MMA fighter and three time prison escapee. She's heard of that lug before, her strength causing trouble for any containment technology at a lower standard than Tartarus itself. Recently caught by local police, she was supposed to be shipped there by now... but apparently this new girl, D-Stress, had other plans.

The blonde leader stands front and center, hands on her hips and a cock smirk playing on her plump lips. She sticks her tongue out at Mt Lady. "Come closer~" She teases. "We've all been such bad girls miss hero~ We totally need to be punished~"

The ego on that woman is ridiculous, and her taunting... Mt Lady grits her teeth. That little punk... she just needs a few seconds, no collateral damage needs to happen, just scoop them up and be done with it, keeping them immobilized in her grip until she can throw them into Tartarus uniforms and call it a day.

Staring down at the group, Mt Lady watches as Blueshift crawls to the group, leaving them separated from Sundance. The wounded villain grunts, her back still in pain from the first strike. In a way, this almost seems too easy, but as someone that's used to resolving these issues with such ease, Mt Lady doesn't questions it. This ragtag group is nothing more than-

"Wah-"

Mt Lady gasps, the group before her disappearing from view. Suddenly everything goes white as a bright flash blinds the heroine, causing her eyes to snap shut. From the back of the group, holding her book of spells, Witching Hour chants quietly, casting a bright light above her head.

Rubbing her eyes, Mt Lady's eyes water. She was at least partially informed of the other's powers... able to make sense of what kind of foe this may be, but that girl in the back, is her power light? Or maybe- Shit, no time to think...

Suddenly the hero hears a familiar sound, one that sounds like a high pitched hum, followed by a clinking sound. She knows what that is, and knows that if she can't see anything, she'll be a sitting duck. Quickly deactivating her quirk, Mt Lady shrinks down to her normal size, narrowly avoiding three of D-Stress' hearts as they fly into the sky.

Trying to open her eyes, Mt Lady's vision finally begins to return to her. Blurry at first, she can barely make out the figures as they all split up. "H-Hey... wait!" She calls out, suddenly feeling a rush of adrenaline as panic begins to set in. Moving forward, she moves to the closest figure, unsure of who it is. But before she can even take her first step, what feels like a chain rips out from the ground beneath her, gripping her ankle and causing her to fall flat on her stomach. She gasps, the air knocked out of her. "Shit- I can't let them get me like this- I-"

From behind, a powerful hand grips her torso, lifting her effortlessly as she struggles to breathe. Behind her, Baskerville smirks, leaning in close to get a good whiff of the heroine. "Mmm~ You might not be strong, but damn you smell good~" The predator licks her lips, her voice low and seductive.

Before her, finally able to make out the figures, Mt Lady watches Witching Hour close her book shut, the chains beneath her crumbling to dust. "That was all... a spell? How are you so strong...?" She asks. But no one answers, instead she's met with D-Stress, popping into view with a giggle.

"Heyyy!" The blonde cheers. "You're pretty smug for such a weak hero, huh?" She teases. "Guess you should've trained more... though... I guess I don't blame ya, can't be a big strong hero and keep your shape!" D-Stress gestures to Mt Lady's body, giggling. "OH! You know what? I just had an idea... You obviously care about your looks, right babe? What if I give you a little help?"

Mt Lady scowls at the villain, Baskerville's grip on her body preventing her from growing. She's powerless, watching as D-Stress takes a step back, holding a hand in the air. "Don't worry babe... this won't hurt a bit~" A heart forms in her hand, glowing brightly. She holds it there for a moment, charging more energy as she follows it up with two more. Turning back to Blueshift and Sundance laying on the ground, she giggles. "Don't worry, I didn't forget you two either~"

In an instant, the three hearts shoot out. Each of them rocket toward their target, as if being near eachother repelled them like magnets. Mt Lady and Sundance gasp, while Blueshift closes her eyes, ready to embrace the feeling. All at once, the hearts hit true, striking each target and sinking into their bodies.

Mt Lady struggles, kicking her feet and shaking her head as she feels the warmth of the heart enter her core. "No! This isn't supposed to happen like this! You little- little... fuck!" She breathes heavily, before her eyes go wide, her back arching in Baskerville's grasp.

Watching with enthusiasm, D-Stress admires her handiwork... Before her, Mt Lady's body begins to shift, her tight uniform filling out nicely as her chest begins to expand. "Fuck, you were already such a babe... I'm sure we could totally get a cock in you by sundown~"

Mt Lady feels it, the heat... spreading out to her limbs, changing her... to be more like them. She moans, unable to do anything else as her brain is stuffed with cotton. It feels like an eternity, everything so hot... "I need... to cool down..." She says, grabbing at her sleeves. Obliging the growing slut, Baskerville rips at her uniform, giving the heroine some much needed breathing room.

Finally the transformation completes, and Mt Lady is let go, falling to her knees, barely holding onto consciousness. "Fuck..." She whispers, rubbing her bare arm. "Still so hot... need to report this... to Endeavor..."

Nearby, Witching Hour rubs the shoulders of her teammates, watching with glee as they too undergo changes. The little American nark pants, her clothes growing too tight as the curse she had been avoiding for so long worms its way through her. She doesn't speak, but a growing part of her is shocked at how good this feels, she didn't know... that anything this insidious... could feel so...

"Ahhnn~" Next to her, as the southerner finally begins her decent into bimbohood, the first to befriend D-Stress takes the final step, rising above the rest and joining her Mistress in Nirvana. "Oh fuuuuck~" Blueshift looks up at the sky, feeling pleasure unlike any other. The energy within her reaches her back, instantly neutralizing the pain and taking extra care to fix her up. She leans into Witching Hour, stifling her screams as her tits balloon out, ripping her clothes and exposing her erect nipples to the world.

All around, the fight resolves quickly, the fighters subdued and dealt with and the injured healed by the all too heroic D-Stress. She stands proud, her mind drifting to all sorts of less than savory things she can do with the group now that her power is in every one of them~ She turns to Mt Lady, licking her lips as she watches the heroine eye her tits. "See anything you like?~"