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The Pink Lab: Untitled Bimbo Superhero Commission Pt. 1
🕑 Added 2024-12-09 11:20:49 +0000 UTCIf you have a title suggestion, send it my way. Here's the opening to the new commission story:
Psi-Wave rode the waves of thought beneath her, soaring over the tallest spires of Monument City. It defied description when the rest of the Guild asked her to explain her powers precisely, but that was because there was no way to explain to them what their thoughts were made of. To most, thoughts are ethereal things, wisps of ideas that float in and out of one's mind. Or big, heavy things that lodge in our minds and form hideous pearls of resentment.
To Aida Wiles, now known professionally (heroically?) as Psi-Wave, those same thoughts were webs. They were tangible things to be plucked and red, to be ridden like an invisible wave, as she did now. Should she choose, she could pluck any of those webs and read it, discover the innermost thoughts of someone. As yet, no sentient being resisted her intrusions.
When her mother learned that Aida could read thoughts, she sat her daughter down. Aida wa sunsure how old she was, but young enough that her feet dangled over the edge of the sofa where her mother placed her. Her mother sat across from her on the coffee table, big brown eyes fixed on Aida. The seriousness of her expression frightened Aida as a child.
“Aida, my love,” she said, “what you can do is an amazing gift. But it is important you understand that a person’s thoughts are very private. You must only use this power on people if you have to or if you can’t help it. To spy on someone is a very dangerous thing. And you may learn more than you wanted to know.”
That lesson had been learned, but not that day, and not in a pleasant way.
Psi-Wave cleared her mind of distraction as she focused on her teammates. Zephyr streaked through the streets below, the fastest being alive aimed at their latest target. He was moving at only a fraction of his possible speed to allow Psi-Wave and the others to keep pace.
The hoverjet cruised below carrying the remaining members of the team. Tinderbox, a master manipulator of fire, rode beside Prism, a woman who might not fully exist on this plane of reality. She could shift out of the visible spectrum and bend light and color in impossible ways. Aida was fairly certain Prism and the pilot of the hoverjet, Gadget, was carrying on an illicit romance and failing miserably at hiding it. And that was without Aida’s powers employed on her teammates, something she swore never to do. Gadget was not only an inventor, his mind worked around corners. He might have been the smartest man alive, so swift and accurate were his deductions.
His voice spoke in her ear, the earpiece lodged in her canal serving as a two-way communicator, locator, GPS, and more. He really was quite good at making his toys.
“This is a weird one. Based on the reports, there is some thing behind the phenomenon. Something is changing people.”
“Into what?” Zephyr asked. He was probably asking to relive his boredom, running at hoverjet speed was slothlike.
Spectre chuckled, an unsettling sound. Her voice reverberated at odd frequencies, not all of them pleasant. “Tell them, Gadget.”
“To put it plainly, pink latex-wearing, blonde-haired bimbos. We have almost a dozen of these cases and the epicenter of those reports is the Industrial District.”
“Doesn’t sound so bad,” Tinderbox mused.
Aida couldn’t stop the chiding before it was out. “These people, men and women alike, are being erased, their entire identities replaced by lust and obedience. I can feel their thoughts, what little remains. This is no reward. And it is no joke.”
“Sheesh. Sorry,” Tinderbox said, a response that suggested defensiveness. Aida could hear a note of regret for his statement beneath it, and she felt regret of her own for snapping at her teammate.
“Quiet down, you two,” Gadget chastened, “the source of our problem is up ahead.”
“Getting a closer look,” Zephyr announced and he disappeared from Aida’s sight as his speed made Zephyr appear invisible.
The speedster circled the thing occupying the center of a crosswalk, framed by skyscrapers on all sides. Zephyr whipped around cars and the crowd screaming and fleeing the mass of rubbery fright in the middle of the street. It pulsed and gurgled, a wet blob of rubber fifty feet high and double that across. It was black, with only an iridescent flow of colors traced over its skin, a constantly shifting texture of lights. Out of the central undulating mass, the creature whipped thick tentacles around. Zephyr watched as one tentacle found a businessman running hard from the chaos of the attack. The tentacle wrapped around him, hiding him completely. When it released its grip on him, the figure tumbled from the tentacle to the ground, transformed into another blonde slut, giggling with brainless sexual hunger.
“It’s some kind of creature, a central mass in the middle and tentacles all over the place. I just saw it transform another citizen into one of those airheads.”
Gadget formed his plan in a blink and barked his orders.
“Psi-Wave, blast that thing with a mental attack. Stun it if you can. Zephyr, you get those people clear. Once it’s distracted, Tinderbox is going to fry it. Specter, shift the ground beneath it once it’s burning. We are going to burn it and bury it, team. Ready.”
“Go!” the team shouted in unison, their simple cry of agreement.
Aida was the newest member, and she’d been with them for two years. They operated as a well-oiled machine. Already, Zephyr was sweeping the fleeing citizens of Monument City to safety with his blur of motion.
Now it was Aida’s turn. The rest of the plan hinged on her distracting the thing. Aida rode the mental energy of the city below until she was over the thing. The way light rolled in waves over the surface of the creature distracted her a moment, but only a moment.
She probed the mind of the thing and found an intelligence utterly alien, but that did not mean it was inscrutable. Its purpose was quite clear: it existed to conquer. It had come from another world. How it had come to Earth was a matter for another day. The threat the creature posed was total. Its thralls could also create more of its kind, an infection that could make the world slaves in a matter of weeks.
The thing must have sensed her intrusion. Aida felt something seize her mind and squeeze. She felt the thing’s programming flood her brain. It was a spray of pink, coating everything with simple urges. It made its thralls’ bodies erogenous zones, every nerve sensitive to pleasure. Like a morphine pump of lust making mindless addicts to pleasure in service to their creator. And each wanting only to fuck and reproduce until all the world was pink and blonde and horny.
“Psi-Wave? Psi-Wave!”
Aida heard Gadget and wondered why he was so upset. She was feeling good, thanks to that rubber blob. The creeping realization that it was controlling her woke Aida and she found herself freefalling toward the thing. She gathered the mental energy around her and pushed against the ground below, but it was too late. She had fallen too far.
The tentacle wrapped around her, sealing her into a fleshy, wet pod. She squirmed, but her body was entirely coated in the mucousy gel secreted by the pseudopod.
What a paradise awaited in that embrace! Aida’s body was alight with a mindwiping pleasure she couldn’t have fathomed. It felt as if every cell was orgasming simultaneously. She could feel herself come apart, become molten, reshape into something new. In another instant, she would be another of the pink bimbos and part of her wanted to do nothing more than to allow it to happen. In the last instant before she became another of its thralls, Aida released all her stored mental energy, using the creature’s own assaulting energy against it. The tentacle shredded around her as the energy tore through it as neatly as a sphere composed of knives exploding outward from her.
The creature shrieked while Aida threw herself high into the air, away from the other tentacles that waved beneath to reclaim her. While Aida rocketed into the air, Tinderbox leaped from the hoverjet and aimed his awesome power at the thing, which still clamored at the empty air for Psi-Wave. Fire consumed the creature, its skin boiling and crisping as the white-hot flame buffeted its slick flesh. While it howled in pain, Specter approached from the opposite side of the thing and placed her hands against the cement under her feet. The ground shimmered beneath the things as a portion of the very earth phased in and out of existence, the creature falling into the space left by the disappearance of the firmament. With the creature underground, Specter released her hold on the phased earth. In a flash, the creature was buried as the soil fused with its flesh and left a hard stain beneath the road where the monster once had been.
Zephyr skidded to a stop in the center of the crosswalk, regarding the now-empty streets. “It worked!”
“Totally!” Psi-Wave cried, returning to the ground beside the speedster.
“Are you alright?” he asked.
“Sure! I’m super great. Why wouldn’t I be?”
Gadget and the others arrived and all looked at Psi-Wave with the same mounting concern.
“Because,” Gadget said, “you were changed by the thing. See through my eyes.”
Psi-Wave frowned but accepted the invitation to hop into Gadget’s brain and steal his senses. She saw herself from his purview and gasped. Her body had been warped into the curvy shape of one of the blonde bimbo thrall so the creature. Aida’s breasts had leaped from a modest B cup to fat double Ds that threatened to fall out of her latex top. In addition to the exaggerated hourglass and platinum hair, the creature cursed Aida with a uniform like the others - pink latex that coated the legs and torso, a bustier showing off the thralls’ assets, and pale blonde hair, long and spilling down their shoulders and backs. The thing that made Aida different was that her uniform was the same purple as her costume had been while the others wore pink. And there was the matter of the possession of her own mind. Since the creature was defeated, the other thralls simply stood at attention, a pleasantly brainless smile on their countenances, awaiting instruction.
“We need to get back to the lab,” Gadget announced. “There has to be a way to reverse these changes. We’ll take as many as we can on the hoverjet. Zephyr, you take the rest. And keep them in holding until we can decide what to do with them.”
