[Bimbofication]

“Curse him, curse him, curse him…”

The voice of one woman formerly known as Malty S. Melormarc echoed through her hiding spot. A decrepit room that nobody would ever dare to investigate. The only kind of place that she belonged in, as of the current moment.

How had it gotten this bad? How should she know, she wasn’t the type to reflect on her own actions. That was the kind of thing only commoners would do. No, she was the type that’d rather do something excessively vengeful to get her way after having been wronged, which was exactly what she was planning to do.

The truth of the matter was that she, the former first Princess of Melromarc, had been a lying and conniving Bitch. She had purposefully toyed with the feelings of two of the Legendary Heroes, and intentionally doomed one of them to a life of infamy. Like you do when you’re a royal. Who cares about their status when you can make their life absolutely miserable?

It didn’t end there. She decided that she hadn’t made them miserable enough. And besides, she needed more cash than the royal coifers would allow her. So she stole and swindled the others as well, until she had practically robbed them completely and utterly blind.

Sometimes, life decides that enough’s enough. In her case, every lie that she had purposefully spun fell apart. And she found herself at the mercy of her own mother. Which was how she had lost her name, as much as she wanted to recall it. And it was all because of that man, the one she had swindled the hardest…

Thus, she was saddled with the utterly humiliating and unfitting name, ‘Bitch’. Even thinking about it was enough to make her blood boil. But even as she thought about it, she knew that she had to focus. Yes, there was something much more important for a woman of her former status to tend to.

“He thinks he can get away with making a fool out of me, does he?” Bitch muttered as she slowly stirred a scentless concoction inside a massive pot. While she wouldn’t normally stoop to such lows as potion making, this was the only option she had to discreetly deal with the man that had ruined her.

Now, she could just make a poison that would perhaps boil his insides, or melt his bones, or even just make him bleed out of every possible hole. But that’d be pointless, and there’d be way too many questions raised considering his “””legendary status”””. No, she needed something better. Something that couldn’t easily be detected. Something that would let her do everything she wanted to him, and pay him back for the humiliation that he had inflicted upon her.

She needed to make him hers again. But not just through her tricks, the kind that she had used on the other heroes. No, she needed him to be utterly devoted to her. Because with that devotion inside him, she could thoroughly abuse him. She could abuse him like a lovesick puppy just trying to get affection from his owner. And she’d love every second of seeing him squeal in vain.

“Once he gets a taste of this, then everything’ll be back to normal. I’ll make him humiliate himself in front of everyone, and then declare that everything he had ever said about me was false. Then I’ll be back in the greatest graces with my family.” Bitch said, sighing sweetly before gagging. “I’ll have to deal with them as well, to make sure they don’t screw me over like he did.” Even the thought of her family couldn’t bring forth sentimentality in a black-hearted woman like her.

So, how was the potion going to make him hers? Why, using the ingredients swirled into a nice thick and almost aromatic sludge, she’d pour it down his throat. Once it made it into his bloodstream, it would make the first person on his mind locked in there, turned into an idol he’d worship with all that he could muster. But that wasn’t everything she planned to do.

Why would she just want him as is, when she could change him even more than that? A few extra ingredients, and he’d end up a real hunk. Not one that she’d ever date, because the hunkiness came at a cost. That much physical alteration to a person’s body was fatal to their ability to think… And, well, she didn’t care. If anything, it’d pay off for her. Because she already hated him, and to have him as nothing but an obedient slab of muscle that would do anything for her? Yeah, that’d be a great punishment.

To have his heart utterly so devoted to her was enough to make her squirm on the spot, her cheeks flushing bright red. The mental image of him on his knees, kissing her feet, lapping up everything she’d ever tell him. Especially those degrading words, those words meant to pierce through his worthless heart and remind him that nothing about him ever mattered, until he ended up her pet. Oh, it was enough to make her practically climax right then and there, a little juice already running down her thigh…

Now, she couldn’t stand around and fantasize all day. As much as she’d no doubt love to do that. She still had to actually concoct the potion tiself. And that stuff was… Troublesome to say the least. The old hag she got the recipe and the ingredients from told her about the process, but she tuned most of it out as she played up her interest. Of course, this ended up biting her in the ass.

Bitch looked at the various very rare and highly sought after materials that she had laid out on the nearly rotting table, twitching as she wished that she didn’t have to use this absolute hellhole of a shed, before taking a deep breath…

And just dumping every single item into the pot and hoping for the best. If you couldn’t use trickery, throwing caution to the wind was always a better option. That was how she had managed to convince people that the bastard had made the moves on her, after all. Why shouldn’t it work in this context?

The pot trembled and rocked back and forth, before releasing a powerful cloud of pink smoke. Warm smoke at that. If anything, she was lucky. She could’ve gotten her skin burnt after being exposed to that kind of heat. But hey, she was safe. And with any luck, it was going to do exactly what she wanted it to do.

Now, unbeknownst to Bitch, she was right on the money. It would do exactly what she wanted it to do. Reduce the one that consumed it to somebody that was utterly devoted to their most hated foe. or most loved, if their love was stronger than their hate. But unfortunately for her, she neglected to think about the consequences of smelling the substance, as she took healthy whiffs of the strawberry-like aroma, every smell being more addicting than the last…

“Yesss… Yes, this’ll.. This…” She muttered repeatedly, rubbing her eyes as it became harder and harder to see straight. What was with this blurriness? And beyond that, what was with that heat between her thighs?

It took a few moments, or rather minutes, before her mind caught up to what was going on. And in that timespan, she had taken even more deep breaths of the mind-numbing and aromatic smoke, making her smile little by little as she fell onto her knees, sighing as she leaned up against the warm pot. It was so comforting, so nice and relaxing…

N-No, this wasn’t right. As nice as this felt, she had something she should be doing. Right? Yeah, there was somebody more important to… to…

Bitch’s heart skipped a few beats as her mind finally caught up to the man she hated. Well, she couldn’t hate him any longer. Not after what that nice smoke had done to her mind. Instead, her feelings for him were transformed into utter devotion. Just the thought of the shield on his arm, and the scornful look he had for her…

It made her fingers quickly dive into her panties, two sliding between her lips as she relentlessly started playing with her holes. She wanted nothing more than to be his. She wanted nothing else in the whole world. She wanted him to wrap her arms around her, tell her anything he ever wanted to tell her, even if it was that she was useless and that he hated every fiber of her being. She just wanted him to tell her everything..!

As she played with herself, she didn’t notice that she had begun to push a little too hard against the cauldron behind her. It was a good thing that it wasn’t burning or anything, because the airhead might’ve just burned herself in the process. But that much force could hardly be called a good thing, especially as the pot started top tip back and forth with the contents splashing all over the place, until..!

*SPLASH*

Bitch let out a powerful moan as the entire concoction spilled out onto her, covering her from head to toe in that pink aromatic liquid. She could feel her very mind trying to escape her head as it ran down her body, melting away anything that could even come close to be called a thought or an emotion beyond pure horny devotion. And that wasn’t all, as the extra ingredients started to take effect…

As the liquid poured off her body, the bitch was hardly recognizable compared to her usual awful self. Which was most apparent as you took a look at her curves, and just how much they had increased in the span of a few seconds.

The potion was intended to make the man she hated turn into nothing but a hunk that obeyed her orders and would be like a living pet to her. Considering she just got an oversized dose of her own medicine, it was no wonder that she had tits larger than her head, and an ass that could probably shatter a char should she try and sit down on it.

It wasn’t just her curves that had been affected either. Her clothes had been transformed into what could only be described as pieces of string that pushed in her curves in just the right way, grinding up against both her nipples and her pussy to keep her almost permanently aroused. Her skin had gotten a lot smoother too, leaving little trace of her former behavior in either her expression or her way of expressing herself with her body. The only thing left was utter unrestrained lust, as her fingers were already busy squeezing their way into her body.

Bitch’s hair had lengthened quite a lot as well, making her look even more like an airheaded bimbo. Which she really was, considering that she couldn’t stop herself from masturbating. In fact, there was hardly anything left inside that head of hers besides the man she would devote herself to, and the need to get off. The more she played with herself, the harder it was for any coherent thought besides those two things to root inside her mind.

Eventually, after making a complete mess of the room that she had boarded herself up inside, the redheaded bimbo slowly staggered her way back onto her feet. And with a bit of drool running down her chin, she did what any good bimbo would do. Go straight towards the man that she loved and adored, so that he could shower her in insults or whatever else he wanted to do.

That is, if she could even find her way to him in the first place. She barely knew the way there. But it didn’t matter to her. Being a Bimbo meant that you just had to trust your horny heart, and you’d find your way.

If she ever made her way there, the look upon the Shield Hero’s face would be priceless...