[Bimbofication, Brainwashing]

“Whoa! Thanks, Hero Lady!”

“Oh, you don’t have to thank me. I was just doing what any hero would.”

The words that left the black-haired heroine’s lips were a little understated, as she looked at the criminals lying at her feet. Each of them was currently unconscious thanks to the various weapons she had employed to take them out, all of them made from her body. She might’ve gone a bit overboard, because she felt more than a little peckish…

She was Creati, the Everything Hero. Or rather, she was Yaoyorozu Momo. Using her Creation quirk, she was able to spawn anything using her body, as long as she knew the atomic elements that went into its creation. And after many years of studying to be a Pro Hero, as well as several years on the job learning about the methods that Villains and common crooks employed to try and get their way, she had seen plenty of weapons. And she had used a good deal of them against their wielders too.

“No, really, thanks! It’s like, the first time a Hero really noticed that my store was gettin’ robbed!” The girl who was busy fangirling over her chimed as she almost clung to the black-haired Heroine. She was a tanned lass with a stylish yet erotic top that looked like a bunch of golden chains tied together in a net that just barely covered up her intimate areas, while wearing a pair of shorts that were struggling to fit around her properly given how much of her derriere and her thighs tried to leak out from the top and bottom of her pants respectively. And despite her slutty look, she was nothing but smiles, especially around somebody as nice as the Hero at her side.

Momo blushed a little as she got closer. She was used to praise from people, but she never imagined she’d get praise and thanks from somebody that looked this… Ready to sell herself. That was the right thing to say, no? She had learned about the kind of girls like her, but she never really did think she’d meet one. At least, not when she wasn’t involved in saving a couple of them from a sex trade gone wrong.

“Well, if you must.” She said, smiling slightly. It wasn’t right to have preconceptions about people. It was the right thing to do if you wanted to be cautious, thinking that the enemy could be around any corner. But while Momo was a precautious woman in terms of plans against Villains… She would never think a civilian could be against her. Especially one that seemed so happy.

The sluttily dressed gal giggled as she started dragging at the Heroine. “You know, I can’t just let you go without a gift. It’s what besties do, and since you helped out and saved my store, you’re definitely a bestie!” The simple argument was hard to fight back against, though Momo would probably try if she was in a better situation.

Once the gal let go of Momo, she disappeared into the depths of the many shelves that held so many different yet strangely non-labeled videos. This was a rental store of sorts, it seemed. Strange, she thought those had gone out of business with the advent of technology rising as far as it had. While they weren’t completely invalidated due to certain people preferring the vintage quality of old films, to see one still in business and actively being robbed was strange.

“What exactly do you sell here, Miss?” Momo asked aloud as she idly started to walk down the aisle, trying to discern something about any of the tapes. They were in pristine quality, despite the fact that the rest of the shop seemed more than a little dilapidated. A contrast that she just couldn’t help but shake her head over. If she really was the girl’s bestie, she’d have to teach her about keeping her workspace clean and appealing.

The tanned gal popped her head over the other side of one of the aisles, tapping her chin a lil’. “Well, it’s all sorts of videos, don’t really remember what’s on them. All I know is that they make people happy. I just gotta find the right one for you!” She said, before ducking back under as she sped around the shop trying to find the right tape.

How was she going to do that, exactly? Momo couldn’t possibly know, and there really wasn’t any way for her to find out. All she could do was just go back to the counter and wait patiently. If it worked as well as the girl implied, however, then she wouldn’t mind it. She had been working herself to death lately, and a good bit of entertainment, maybe even some that she could share with her fellow Pro Heroes, would be something that could knock her right back into gear.

“Found it!” The tanned gal shouted as she sprinted back to the counter, and before Momo had a moment to question what the movie was about, the gal had managed to wrap it in gift paper and tied a cute little bow on it. All in the span of a few seconds. She was really good at this. Maybe a little too good? Or maybe that was why, despite the shop looking as bad as it did, people still came back.

Momo gave a bit of a strained smile as she looked at the gift-wrapped tape, looking back at the gal and clearing her throat a bit. “Should I keep it, or do you want me to return it when I’m done?”

“Keep it! A gift for my brand new bestie!” The gal chimed, giggling. She didn’t even mind that she was parting with part of the inventory. As long as it made somebody happy.

Momo nodded, bowing her head slightly. “Thank you, then. I’ll make sure to let you know if I enjoyed it.” She said, the smile turning genuine as she turned to leave the store. All while waving goodbye to the Civilian.

The gal giggled a bit more as she waved goodbye to her new bestie. She really did hope it worked as well as it did. Because she had checked every single tape, and this one was sure to make her nice and happy.

It’d also loosen her up, and that would definitely help her!

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“Another day, so many more saved…”

Momo sighed as the evening light washed in through the window of her fancy home, letting all while she took a brief look towards one of the mirrors that lined the entrance. The mirror that she always used to check if she had gotten hurt during a long and difficult day.

While she hadn’t amassed any damage today, thanks to most of her tasks being related to petty thievery or preliminary investigation regarding larger operations, she sighed a little as she poked at her exposed hips. She had spent less of her allotted energy, resulting in her body growing a little bigger down below when it wasn’t supposed to.

Part of her Creation quirk was fueled by her intake of food. Which meant that she was naturally supposed to eat a lot to make sure that she could function properly during one of her patrols. But if she ate too much, or she didn’t use the proper amount of energy, it would wrap back around and add onto her weight. And at this point, she had been in a lull. She should adjust her diet sooner rather than later, or try to get involved in higher risk endeavors to burn off the extra weight.

Then again, the only reason she’d notice something like that was thanks to the way she dressed. While in her youth she had gone for a bodysuit that had plenty of openings in the side and on her stomach to allow for everything to pour out of her body when she needed to create things on the fly, the greater part of her experience as a Pro Hero meant that she had to adjust accordingly.

As such, Momo’s attire had rapidly shrunk over the years. At this point she only really wore a tube top and a thick yet tight slip of spandex that served as her panties, to make sure that the majority of her body was uncovered. This came in handy more often than one would think, because the armaments that Villains employed were getting bigger and bigger with every passing week. And they never would expect a massive cannon to pop out of somebody like her.

She didn’t really feel shame about it either. The world didn’t mind her outfit, since the people she saved knew that she had to use her body this way. So even though she looked… Well, not too different from the tanned girl from earlier in the day when things came down to it, she used her body and presented it in a much more safe manner. No matter how little she wore.

Now that her mind wrapped its way back to that girl… She did accept a gift, didn’t she? That tape that didn’t have a label or anything. The tape that was supposed to make her happy? She did still wonder what exactly could be on it, but she didn’t really bother trying to question it at this point. She’d probably just get a headache trying to discern things from the slightest hints on the tape.

All she had to do was take a seat in front of her massive TV, and then play the tape through the latest piece of high tech that she was able to afford. Having grown up with a lot of money through her parents meant that she was a little spoiled, but her career as a Pro Hero thankfully brought in plenty of money to make sure that she could sustain her lifestyle. It did mean she worked long hours, but the smiles on people’s faces when she helped them, even a girl like the one who had given her the tape… Those were the ones that motivated her to keep going.

Momo slowly sank into the soft and comforting pillows on her couch, as she kept a close eye on the black screen. Strange, wasn’t the tape supposed to play immediately? Oh, no, actually, she had tried to watch a tape on it once before. One that held a lot of childhood memories. You had to click play on the remote first, since it was only programmed to start automatically with more modern media.

The young lady clicked play on the remote.

And her body seized up immediately as a massive array of colors started to fill the screen. An array of colors that left her almost stunned with how bright and how numerous they were. Was this some sort of… Induction video? Was that what it had been all this time? She had known about them thanks to certain Villains employing them to deal with minions and gain a couple of loyal crooks. But this was…

No, this wasn’t one of those types of videos. It was indeed meant to bring her under, but it wasn’t filled with malice. She could feel a certain emotion trying to break through her mental defenses as she looked at the pretty colors, her eyes struggling to stay focused. The colors were blending together into a bright mass, her head lulling backward as she lost more and more control over herself the longer she looked at them.

What was that feeling inside her head? What was it meant to be? She tried so desperately to cling to it to try and keep her head in the game. But the more she tried, the less control she had, a little bit of drool running down her chin as the colors slipped further and further into her psyche…

Until she finally went limp. A dull, yet pleased smile on her face as she kept staring straight ahead at that wonderful array of colors. It managed to worm as far into her brain as possible, making sure that she was lulled into that pretty trance before it continued to play around with her and sink her deeper into whatever it was supposed to do.

ONE FOR COCKS

A bright message appeared in the middle of all those colors. A message that cut through her mind like a hot knife through butter. She let out a gasp and a moan, as it felt like a spike of pure pleasure poured through her. All delivered by that single statement.

ONE FOR COCKS

It happened again, her body trembling as it felt the message sinking as deep into her as it possibly could. Worming its way into her soul as it became a truth that she wouldn’t be able to deny. A truth that defined her on a basic level.

ONE FOR COCKS

She knew about One for All. It was the quirk that her friend Deku used. It was a quirk meant to be used to help people. So this message, the one running through her body and driving her deeper and deeper into pleasure, was making her ready to help… cocks?

ONE FOR COCKS

The need pulsed through her again as she let out a powerful moan. Yes! Yes, that was it! She wanted cocks, she wanted to pleasure them, she wanted to suck them, she wanted them to pierce her pussy and make her ride them all night long!

ONE FOR COCKS

Momo giggled as the message was now firmly bonded to her mind, even though there wasn’t much left inside there. All of the colors had done their best to erase any coherent thought inside her head. All that remained was the constant stream of lust that came from that statement. The stream of obedience towards any single shaft that was dangled in front of her face…

ONE FOR COCKS

“One for Cocks!” Momo cried out… And as if the tape could hear her, the message finally disappeared. Letting her be assaulted by the colors alone, since she didn’t need anything else at this point. Somebody like her, who was giggling as the words bounced through her mind, was almost done having her brain cooked into a proper horny mess…

But it wasn’t just her brain that had been cooking. The rest of her body was getting nice and steamy too. Because when the mind had to go one way, the body had to follow. That was how strong the power of the mantra inside her really was…

Momo giggled as she rubbed her hands along her revealing body. Watching as every touch made her grow ever slightly thicker. Not in the fat way either. While she was nice and squishy, all parts of her stayed nice and firm to make her look more like a star with a nice bod rather than anything else.

She started down by her hips. Those wide things that were threatening to burst free from her incredibly flimsy panties. Honestly, the way that her panties were trying their best to avoid snapping, resulting in the fabric digging into her pussy and really driving her up the wall with arousal the more she grew… Mmmph, it felt really good.

It wasn’t just her hips either, because she could feel the backside of her panties getting stuck in between her twin mounds. She could try and dig them out of her crack, but why should she? It felt really good to just touch it slightly and feel them teasing her a lot. She felt like she could just dive down on something nice and hard and cock-like, to scratch the itch that came with wearing such tight panties.

Momo trembled as she moved her fingers along her body, panting and moaning as she reached up to her top. That tight tube that kept her breasts pinned against her chest. It felt so nice to have it dig up against her nipples. To the point where she almost wanted to dig those nipples right out from under the tube and just play with them a bit, maybe thrust in and out of her nipples until they poked all the way out and didn’t hide away inside their nice little slit.

But she settled for something simpler. Something nice and simple like squeezing her fingers into those fat mounds. Letting the pleasure of playing with herself like a complete idiot who didn’t have anything but cocks on the mind overtake her, popping more of the few brain cells inside her head that weren’t dedicated to being a cock-hungry bimbo, and giving more space for that wonderful mantra in the process.

“One for Cocks!” Momo cried out as she used her grip on her tits to jerk them up and down, as if she was busy jerking off a nice cock. A real big cock that could probably wreck her holes. She didn’t have a real one to practice on, but she could imagine one. That was more than enough for her horny mind, she just had to keep bouncing up and down and up and downnNNNN-

The heroine with cocks on the brain let out a powerful moan as she felt the climax coming on. It was too good. So good that she lost control of herself again, going limp as the powerful pleasure poured through her, all while she soaked the cushions underneath her with her pussy juice.

At the very same time, the colors and the message soaked all the way in. In a few moments, her plain white skin turned a nice golden brown, to go with the brand new blonde shade that her hair took on. She looked like a bimbo that had spent a little too much time under the tanning bed, leaving her to be more than ready for a good night on the town.

But… She wasn’t going to just go out and have fun at night. Nah, that wasn’t her kind of style. Not after she had her brain thoroughly cooked into a nice bimbo-flavored sludge.

She had to share this video. After all, that’s what the video itself said. The colors had stopped, and a single message remained on screen, one that resonated with her mind as she got up and gently swayed her hips while walking over to pull it out.

“One for Cocks. All for Cocks.” A simple change, but one that even a bimbo could understand. And she knew just who she had to show this nice video to, so she could have lots of fun with her…

Buuuut first… A nice change of clothes. She couldn’t just go around with this stuff, she needed something a bit more…

Slutty.

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“Heeeey, Itsyyy!”

“M-Momo?”

Kendo Itsuka, otherwise known as Battle Fist, was a girl that had gone down a similar path in life to Momo. She was a clever girl who could get anywhere if she so wanted, but she used her power and her drive to see people smile to become a Pro Hero, just like the ones that she had fought alongside during her time at U.A.

Which was why she felt more than a little shocked to see Momo standing on her porch late in the evening. She had just barely gotten home after a long day of pummeling baddies and breaking down their defenses with her quirk… And here one of her biggest friends were. But there was something so wrong about her that even somebody like her was able to notice it just from a single glance.

The woman standing at her doorstep was definitely identifiable as Yaoyorozu Momo. She had the same sort of stature and the same hairstyle as ever, even if the latter was a deep shade of blonde that matched her current tan. But the way she dressed herself, wearing very little… That wasn’t exactly out of the ordinary. It was HOW she dressed herself in this skimpy manner that was.

Momo was the kind of girl that wore a lot of revealing clothing to access her belly to allow her to make items to deal with crooks with a greater sense of ease. But instead of wearing something limber that showed off a lot of her body while still being practical, the girl was wearing a glitzy bikini made of gold, one that brought more attention to her breasts and her pussy than her stomach. Probably because neither her nipples nor her lower lips were covered, thanks to the chains that made up the bikini not even trying to cover them up. Instead, they were arranged in just the right way to make it seem like she actually wanted somebody to play with her.

“Mmhm, that’s me!” Momo giggled as she wrapped her arms around her bestie, who was still dressed in her hero costume. That silly thing that barely showed off anything. Sheesh, it was such a waste. Itsy was such a cute girl, and yet she chose to shut herself away like this? That wasn’t fun at all. Good thing she was here to fix that, after her nice little shopping trip. “D’ya like it? I asked the nice guys at the counter if they had something that fit my boobies, but this was the only thing they had.” She said, gently pulling on the chain as she pouted a little. “I wanted those nice sticky thingies that covered my nipples, but they gave me this for free instead, so I guess that’s better, ehehe…”

Itsuka was having… a time, trying to process that the woman in front of her was the same girl that she had spent a lot of her studying years practicing with. A girl who had fought hard to be a Pro Hero. And here she was. Dressed like a common… Actually, no, she was a bonafide slut. Not just a common one.

“G-Glad to see you, Momo. Your costume is… Really something.” The orange-haired woman said as she slowly pulled herself away from the tanned hero, wondering just what she was going to do to make her return to normal. If there even was a normal left in her at this point. Had she been brainwashed or something? No, it didn’t seem that way. If that was the case, she would’ve probably forced her down.

Momo giggled as she twirled a little, putting emphasis on her extremely wide buttocks and the arrow that pointed down towards her hole. She wasn’t just dressed like a slut, she had gotten tattoos too. “Ehehe, thanks, Itsy! But, I didn’t like, come over just to say hi. I came for another reason!”

“And that would be..?” Itsuka said, stepping out of the way as the other hero ran deeper into her much plainer home, closing the door behind her so the two could be a bit more alone. Just so they didn’t end up with somebody trying to catch a peek. Especially if that tattoo wasn’t fresh. She didn’t want her home to turn into a den like that.

She didn’t get an immediate answer as the tanned lady struggled to find some sort of playback device. Anything that could play what she had tucked into her titties… “Itsy, do you have a VHS player? I wanna play an old tape that I think you’d love!” She chimed, asking the simplest question a bimbo like her could ask. Besides, her eyes weren’t working too great. Better rely on her bestie, so she could get to the real good stuff quicker.

“You want that old thing? You’re lucky I was doing a bit of cleaning earlier, otherwise I wouldn’t have it ready.” Itsuka shook her shoulders a little as she patted an inconspicuous and rather old looking VHS player, dusting off the dust that had built up on it. “Just give me your tape, and we’ll watch it. If you’re this excited to watch it, it must be important.”

Momo giggled as she swayed her hips left and right as she walked over to the ol’ player, squeezing her elbows against her tits as a featureless and pristine looking tape popped out from her cleavage. “Kaaaay. I’ll play it, you just go sit on the couch!” She chimed, giggling a little more. It was time to have fun with Itsy.

The orange-haired woman nodded a bit as she went to get comfy. What was the video going to be about, anyway? What made it so important? ...Wait a moment. Momo had never really wanted to watch tapes with her before. So if that tape had something to do with the way that the heroine had turned into a tanned slut, thenNNNN-

Itsuka’s eyes started to flash between all sorts of colors as her TV began to flash a massive array of colors. Just like Momo’s eyes had when it was her time to go through a fun experience. And just like back then, she could feel something trying to push into her mind. Something that she wanted to keep out at all costs.

Unfortunately, she wouldn’t get any real attempt to stop this. Because her dear friend, that tanned slut that had wandered into her home when she least expected her to show up, had swayed her way towards her thighs and gotten down on her knees as she pushed those cute legs apart. And with only a little bit of cloth getting in the way…

“One for Cocks…” Momo giggled as she pulled out a rather thick looking dildo. One that she had just made using her quirk. As much as she wanted to use it herself, it was going to be much more useful on her friend. To help her get nice and cozy and accept the mantra into her head, so they could have lots of fun together.

Itsuka let out a sharp moan as she felt her folds being penetrated, her eyes already trying to roll into the back of her head. But the many colors in front of her made that absolutely impossible. Especially as the message started to beam into her head, slicing straight through any kind of defense she possibly had left.

ONE FOR COCKS

As Itsuka’s mind was being taken over by the Mantra that had turned Momo into a good girl who was utterly obsessed with cocks, Momo continued to help the video along. By thrusting that nice dildo deeper and deeper into her folds, then quickly thrusting it back out so she could feel every little bit of pleasure that came with being fucked.

ONE FOR COCKS

The pressure from the mantra and the pleasure down below made it incredibly difficult for somebody like Itsuka to keep control. Her tongue was lulling out of her mouth, she was drooling as her lips curved into a horny smile, and the moans just kept on bouncing out. She was floating on cloud nine, and she wasn’t about to stop enjoying herself.

ONE FOR COCKS

The more it sank into her mind, the more she adjusted. Because the extra pleasure down below made her more and more vulnerable. Especially as Momo made a nice pair of scissors, snipping her outfit into shreds and letting the cute orange-haired slut’s breasts out to breathe so the two could enjoy themselves that much more.

ONE FOR COCKS

“One for Cocks!” Itsuka cried out as she fell victim to the Mantra much quicker than her friend had, especially as Momo started to sink her fingers into her breasts. It felt so good. She wanted it to never stop. She wanted both the fake cock below and that titty teasing to go on forever and ever.

ONE FOR COCKS

But even though she had given in, the message wasn’t done. She needed a stronger dose. And as the colors and the message sank in, the orange-haired girl’s body started to tan itself rather quickly. Making her look nice and golden brown, just like her cock-loving friend.

ONE FOR COCKS

She felt the fake cock pumping into her harder and harder, and her hair started to turn the same kind of nice blonde as the slut that was currently busy sucking on one of her nipples. Though it was more like the roots turned blonde, while there were shades of her original hair color still visible at the ends. Not that she cared. She was too obsessed with the pleasure building through her.

“ONE FOR COCKS!”

The message had vanished, and yet she continued the mantra, especially as Momo played with her. The more she sucked on her titties, the more she rubbed her hands all over her ass, the more she thrust that thick dildo into her pussy. It was all just melding together and making her feel so fucking perfect. She wanted more and more. No matter how much Momo had to give.

Momo giggled as she saw her bimbo friend’s expression melt into pure need and pleasure. “All for Cocks!” She giggled as she chanted along with her friend, as she let go of that nice cock and squeezed her tits tightly, letting the influence of the video sink into all the right places. So the two could match in just the right way.

The colors, but more importantly, the cocks kept flashing in front of Itsy’s eyes. She could practically lick them all and suck them off so much. But all she did was just sit there and enjoy the way that her friend was sucking her titties. They were getting really nice and tingly too.

Itsy let out a moan that nearly made the glass in the house shatter as her tits suddenly ballooned out. Big, nice, and totally full. It was like her quirk had been turned into something a bit more useful for a bimbo slut like her. Ready to expand herself at a moment’s notice for somebody that wanted a taste of something bigger.

Her hips and her ass met a similar fate, suddenly growing thicker and bigger as it felt like something was trying to slip deep into her. Something thick… Ah, the dildo!

As soon as she finished growing, the dildo was now nearly permanently stuck inside her. And lucky for her, it had a vibrating feature. Causing her pussy to drool out so much juice as she trembled her way into a climax, collapsing against the back of the couch while her eyes tried to focus on the screen in front of her.

“One for Cocks… All for Cocks…” The message on the screen said. And she was powerless to resist. Just like Momo was. She had to share it. They both had to share this great video. Otherwise, the two of them wouldn’t feel complete. They just had to.

And once they were done playing with one another… They definitely had somebody in mind that they could have fun with…

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Kyoka Jiro. Otherwise known as Earphone Jack. A woman who prided herself on her aesthetic, even to this day. She didn't care much for the kind of outfits that most heroes wore, going for something simpler that was closer to her taste in normal clothing. Leaving her with the reputation for being a bit of a punk, despite how much good she had done for people thus far.

That was all well and good. And she almost wanted to just relax tonight. But unfortunately, somebody decided that they had other plans in mind. Plans that would keep her from doing anything, since she was the key target of said plans.

"Can you two at least explain yourselves before you barge into my home?" She muttered, struggling against the woman that currently held her in her grip. A hand that she didn't expect to be trapped within while she wasn't in the middle of some sort of exercise, or when she wasn't being caught and protected from some sort of blast.

The woman that held her looked like Kendo Itsuka. And the gal that had tied her feet together after the huge-handed woman kept her pinned inside her palm definitely looked like Yaoyorozu Momo. But their tanned skin tones... And the weird shades of blonde that their hair had taken on... Yeah, something had definitely happened to those two while she wasn't looking. How was she supposed to keep an eye on them anyway, when they were always out doing heroic things and she barely got a chance to listen in on their current antics?

"One for Cock..." Itsy muttered as she giggled a bit, keeping her big hand wrapped around that cutie as she remained seated on her rather rough looking couch. It wasn't nearly as nice as the one she had back home, but it would do as they prepared to watch that nice movie that had filled her mind with all sorts of good colors. So many nice colors that made it hard for her to think straight, not that a bimbo like her even had thoughts left inside her head.

"All for Cock..." Momo muttered in turn, giggling a little. Ji-Ji looked so cute when she was being held in Itsy's hand. It was a shame that one of those fingers weren't jammed up her tight snatch, but it wasn't like she would go without something thick inside her holes once they were done. They just needed to keep her nice and pinned while they put the movie on.

Since there were now two bimbos instead of just one, they had abandoned any hope of being subtle. They could overpower any woman if they put their tiny cock-obsessed brains together. Which was how they had gotten the black-haired punk-like heroine to end up in their grasp. Now they just had to finish her off so they could all have fun together.

Jiro struggled against Itsuka's grip. She actually preferred when they were both younger, because then her grip wouldn't be this annoyingly strong. Maybe if she jabbed her earlobes into her hands, she'd fINNDDD-

In the same moment she tried to jam those sharp things into those big hands, the TV turned on. And just like it had assaulted the other two girls with such intense colors that their brains had melted into goop that was quickly turned into the shape of cocks that almost thrust in and out. Her eyes even started to turn the same colors as the ones on the TV, her jaw hanging loose as she tried her best to endure the assault on her senses.

But she couldn't endure. Not just because of the sights in front of her. But because of the sounds she heard from the big-handed slut. It wasn't just the colors that were assaulting her mind, so was the sloppy sounds of Itsuka's mind getting absolutely fucked by the mantra that had been pouring through her head.

ONE FOR COCK

"One for Cock!" Itsy cried out as she squeezed a little tighter around the girl in her hands. It felt good to squeeze. It felt good to think about the mantra. It felt good to think about that and that alone. She was already growing nice and wet down below, the dildo that was embedded in her pussy rubbing just right against her inner walls. She wanted more, of course, but she was going get much more.

"All for Cock!" Momo cried out in tandem as a nice looking pole with a microphone popped out of her stomach, a nice little gadget that she'd use to really drive Jiro into the same sort of obsession that they had. All she had to do was position it just right, and then the girl would just obey like they were. She just needed to hear her own sounds!

ONE FOR COCK

Jiro could hear the mantra repeating violently inside Itsuka, causing her tongue to fall out of her mouth as she quickly lost track of anything and everything around her. All while another sound started to echo through her ears. One that was a lot more personal, one that also brought her a lot more pleasure as she felt something sinking deep into her.

She could hear the sounds of her own body... But more importantly, she could hear the colors bouncing around inside her. Breaking down more and more of her mind as she grew limp in the orange-blonde bimbo's hand. She didn't even really think about what she was doing when she felt that thing sinking into her. She just enjoyed the sensation, drooling as it shoved itself further and further inside...

ONE FOR COCK

"One for Cock!" They all shouted in unison. Even Jiro did, because she couldn't endure an assault this potent on all of her senses. If she tried to close her eyes, she'd just hear the sounds of the worship and the colors even more. If she tried to stop hearing, she'd end up being unable to close her eyes and assaulted by the colors as a result, her body growing weaker the more she looked at them. And if she tried to focus on anything else? The mantra cut through her attempts like they were nothing, leaving it to pulsate through her and command her to keep thinking about cocks.

Big. Long. Hard. Enormous. Thick. Pungent. All types of shafts that she wouldn't be able to handle all on her own. But did that matter? No. She wanted them. She needed them. No matter if she was able to endure them all on her own, she wanted them all. She wanted to be screwed in every single hole she had. She wanted to listen to the thoughts of the people that fucked her, so she could understand how little they truly cared for her. Because she was nothing more than a needy bimbo who just needed to get her holes stuffed.

Her mind dissolving into nothing but pure need was enough to make her quirk shift ever slightly, just like the big-handed slut had. And since her quirk was sound based, it only made sense that she'd amplify herself to she'd be able to make the rest of her body bigger. Give herself a nice 'boombox' like bimbo aesthetic.

The beat of her heart and the beat of the worship in Itsy's mind was enough to make her tits explode out of her shirt, shredding her outfit as both bounced up and down in tandem. It felt so good to have them bouncing around like that. It felt so good to just have it all bouncing, trembling with every breath she took. And they kept on growing, making it harder and harder for Itsy to keep a grip on her.

Not that she needed to. Or really tried to. Itsy's mind was turning into mush the more she looked at that nice video. The mantra bouncing around in her head the longer she looked. "One for Cock! All for Cock!" She cried out, leting the mantra repeat into her body as she let her tits grow a bit more. Felt much better to focus her bimbofied quirk on her boobies than on her hands, because this way it'd feel like her titties were trying to drag down the rest of her mind. Not that there was much to drag down, but it felt so goooood.

Momo giggled as she watched the two girls completely and utterly dissolve into pleasure. She was glad that she had helped them with that video, it really did make them happy. It made her super happy too. So much so that she had turned around and started to look at it just like they had, because then she could experience the same delight from the mantra...

"One for Cock! All for Cock!" The slutty heroines cried out as they let the mantra completely consume them. Whether it was accompanied by Momo using more toys to stuff her holes full, Ji-Ji squatting hard down on the microphone that filled her head with so much of that mind-melting sound, or Itsy just letting her big fat titties pull her average intelligence down into the negatives... It felt gooooood.

And the colors just kept on coming. The mantra kept on repeating. Everything just overwhelmed them more and more. Could they escape? Probably. But these bimbos were done for at this point. Their tits were too huge, their asses clapped to the rhythm of their mantras... They just couldn't get away because they absolutely wanted to keep enjoying it.

Ji-Ji's fall to complete and utter slutty bimbohood was solidified as her skin turned the same nice golden brown as the rest of her friends, with her hair taking the same shade of blonde. The only sign of her black hair that remained was the ends, and even then they were getting a little reddish from how much she was enjoying herself. The sheer heat from her horny bimbo body was leaking into her hair, and she was enjoying every moment of it.

"ALL FOR COOOOOCK!" The three sluts cried out in unison as the video suddenly shut off and gave them the same command as before, their juices pouring down their legs as they collapsed and just let the afterglow wash over them. What else could they do, after they had given it everything they had? They were absolutely wiped. But even though they had climaxed this hard, they would be able to come back... So they could help others fall victim to the same nice mantra that they had.

And somewhere in the city, quietly dusting all of her VHS tapes off, was that silly little lass who gave Momo the tape in the first place. The gal whose quirk had inspired all of these tapes. She had a vivid imagination, and she had recorded so many different indulgent tapes that would help people out, at least she thought as much when she made them.

After all, what's better than to just give yourself over to your brand new kink, and then share it with the world? That was the happiest thing she could think of, and she was happy to just help that nice hero lady get the chance to unwind.