[Bimbofication, Sluttification, Brain Drain]

"Pyra, don't you think this is strange? Like, seriously. Weren't we supposed to be getting ready to fight?"

"Mmmm... I don't think so, Mythra. Maybe you're thinking of something else? Super Smash Sluts has always been like this."

Smash Sluts. Hearing that didn't feel right. Okay, it wasn't that it didn't feel right. It's that it felt right. Which didn't feel right. Mythra was... Maybe not the most experienced slut, but she at least thought she had her head screwed on straight.

Wasn't she supposed to be taking part in Super Smash Brothers or something? A big tournament that she and Pyra could go to, where they could face off against other icons. Shulk too, and yet...

Here she was. Staring at her better half. Currently squeezing herself into a tight black and green bunny suit themed after her swimsuit. Squeezing being the emphasized word here, because that suit was really riding its way into her ass. Good grief, they were the same person, why did Pyra get the bigger ass..?

No, no no. That wasn't what she was supposed to be thinking about. Smash Sluts just wasn't right. That was what she was supposed to be figuring out...

"How many times have we been part of Super Smash Sluts, Pyra?" That's right. That's how she was going to get her. They were new, there's no way that she could say that they were experienced!

Pyra tapped her chin slightly, her tits still hanging out as she thought about it. Humming and grunting a little, almost as if her brain was starting to cook from attempts to think about it.

"Uhhh... We've done this a lot of times, haven't we? Super Smash Sluts takes place every day, so... We've been at this... Like, loads of times?" Pyra chimed, shaking her head slightly. "I know you were sleeping for a long time inside me, Mythra, but that doesn't mean you can just forget everything. Come on, you know the clients would hate it if you forgot about them!"

That's right. The clients. Those polygon figures that were supposed to represent their customers. She really shouldn't disappoint them, because then she couldn't... She couldn't... No, no no no!

"We haven't been doing this for weeks, Pyra! There's something seriously wrong here." Mythra said, grabbing ahold of Pyra's shoulders as she shook her slightly. "Come on, we have to go. There's no way I'm going to take part in this. It's probably all one big sham!"

Pyra sighed as she was shook around, not bothered by the way Mythra was treating her. She expected as much. Which was why she instead reached into her bosom, which was bigger than it had been prior. Something that Mythra neglected to notice for the very same reason that Pyra was reaching into them.

"Mythra, you know we can't leave. They chose us. So we have to play along."

Mythra was about to turn around and try and admonish Pyra for saying something like that. Right before she felt something snapping onto her head, and a brand new sensation trembling above her head. W-What was that? She had felt the rush of energy before, but it wasn't going to her legs like it normally would...

"B-Bunny Hood..?" The blonde Aegis muttered, as she reached up to try and grab ahold of it. She needed to get it off... She needed to... To...

Her breath grew warmer. Her thighs pinched together. Her cheeks grew red. She needed to... to... Get... Get off... Yeah... Yeah, that's what she needed to do...

"That's more like it. Doesn't it feel a lot better, Mythra?" Pyra giggled as she wrapped her arms around her better half, pressing her breasts against her back. "We're just a pair of Bimbunnies, you know? Just gotta stop thinking and enjoy the show. That's what the clients told me when they gave me these, and they had to be right. They're the clients, after all."

Mythra wasn't really listening to what Pyra was saying. But she was getting the general gist. Thanks to her Bunny Hood brushing up against Pyra's. Letting their horny thoughts and needs synchronize, as she started reaching in between her legs. She needed... She needed the relief... She needed to just... H-Haaah...

The more she tried to think, the more her mind fogged up. The more her mind fogged up, the more her need grew. The more her need grew, the more she tried to think to try and dispel it. Which eroded more and more of her thinking in the process, until a little bit of drool started to run down her chin...

She couldn't even really control her hands, as much as she wanted to use them to get off. She needed guidance. She was a useless slutty bunny who was growing dumber and dumber by the minute, all thanks to how much she had tried to deny and fight against her slutty nature...

It was a good thing that Mythra had Pyra. Her red-haired Bimbunny buddy grabbed ahold of her wrists, and gradually lowered them down towards her crotch. A crotch that was gradually getting uncovered, as the Aegis' loss of thought meant that she couldn't keep her outfit manifested...

Leaving her fingers to eventually graze her naked pussy. Sending a powerful and potent shock of pleasure through her entire body, prompting Mythra to let loose an equally potent moan as she collapsed up against Pyra. She was utterly unprepared for how good it would feel to touch herself...

And how much she wanted to touch herself more. Her fingers writhed for moments before she managed to touch herself again... Only to then dive straight into her needy and wet pussy, jamming them with the same kind of button-mashing fervor that her former players no doubt indulged in...

Mythra was aware of what Super Smash Brothers was. But now, as her mind fogged up more and more and was replaced with this infernal need that characterized a good Bimbunny... She forgot all about that. Because she didn't need to know anything about such a silly event, when it wasn't even relevant for a Bimbunny like her.

All that she needed was the pleasure that came with playing with herself. All she needed was pleasure. So she just kept on jamming her fingers in and out. In and out. All while she mashed away what little remained of her original self. All melting out of her, drooling down her thighs in the form of slick juices...

It felt good. It felt phenomenally good. So good that she couldn't help herself from wanting more. Even though she was this close to climaxing, she just wanted more. More and more and more. She didn't even realize that she had long since lost control over her body and was currently laying with her head on her better half's thighs.

All that Mythra could do was simply keep on jamming her fingers into her cunt, right up until the moment that her last few pieces of resistance shattered...

"AAAAHHHHHHHHHNNNNNN!"

In the form of one, long, uninterrupted scream of pure unabated pleasure. Her eyes dimmed as she went completely limp on Pyra's laps, panting and gasping as the afterglow of her climax washed over her. Not a single spark of her old self remained. Just an adorably horny Bimbunny, who was already starting to tremble and thrash around because she wanted more. She wasn't even close to being done...

"That's the spirit, Mythra. A good Bimbunny understands that her duties are never done. She's never ready to stop, because she always craves more." Pyra giggled. She had gotten the same spiel when she had been turned. Who was it again... That Goddess? The green-haired woman that had even stronger vibes than her and Mythra's true self...

She was a Bimbunny just like Pyra and Mythra were. And she thought that they were meant to be the same way. Which was why she had turned her from a kind and gentle soul into a slut who couldn't help herself, turning Mythra just as she had been. They were both meant to be premiere attractions during Super Slut Sisters. And she just had to make sure Mythra was ready.

Which was why she also helped Mythra right back onto her feet after everything was said and done. She wasn't just going to let Mythra lay there and waste her hot body. She had to put it to good use. The clients were waiting for them, after all.

Mythra giggled a little as she felt Pyra's fingers dancing along her body. Especially as she drummed them along her rump. Was she squishier... Nah, like, duh. She was always bootylicious. That was one of her charm points. It's just that Pyra had the fatter ass, so she never really focused on it.

But it felt really good to be played with. And it felt even better to have the puppies up above teased in the same way. Pyra's hands really digging into her breasts... Mmmphh...

If she didn't have a duty as a Bimbunny, maybe she would've just let Pyra keep on doing this all night... But... Pyra was right. The clients wouldn't like that.

So, with a little bit of help from her other half, she got dressed. Which really just amounted to Pyra squeezing her in all the right places. The Bimbunny Aegises didn't really need to put on clothes after all. They could simply manifest on them.

And her outfit was perfect. Just like Pyra's was themed after her swimsuit, so was Mythra's. With the same amount of attention diverted towards her huge head-turning honkers. Ehe... Honkers...

The bimbunny couldn't stop herself from playing with her breasts a little. All while Pyra pulled her along. Because they weren't going to be late.

Not when Super Slut Sisters was about to begin...

---

"Mmm... Nnn... Huh..?"

Lucina blinked a little. She felt sore all over. And she swore that she had been doing something. Not combat though, which felt weird. Wouldn't combat be the thing that would end up tiring her out like this?

It was then that she gazed down at herself, and began blushing. Not only did she have breasts, something that felt so strange considering her normal flat figure, but she was wearing what basically amounted to a bit of string. Only decorative tiny Parallel Falchions gave her any sort of modesty, and they weren't even really big enough to cover her nipples or her pussy...

"W-What in the world... Where am I ? What's going on?" She tried to throw her head around, but all she could see was endless oceans of red velvet, stretching out into infinity. It was like she was in one giant hall, one where she could just be grabbed and... grabbed and...

A soft moan left Lucina's lips as she trembled all over. N-No. She shouldn't be thinking of something like that. She didn't travel back in time, just to end up starting to devolve into some sort of slut. S-sure, her Mother had been a real charmer, dancing her life away using her charms to her benefit, but-

"No, that's not..." That wasn't it at all. She was well aware of Mother. But she wasn't a slut. Even if she was a Dancer. Something was changing her on a fundamental level. But why? Was this space capable of doing that? And more importantly, how could she escape from this space so she wouldn't be forced to take part in it any longer?

Questions like those kept on flooding Lucina's mind as she blinked, finally noticing somebody else in the near vicinity. It was... Robin? Yes, that was definitely her, but...

She wasn't moving. The tactician of the Ylissean army was simply sitting on her ass with a flower sticking out of her air. Audibly gasping every few seconds as the flower grew ever slightly, and her naked crotch began to squirt...

That flower had done something to her. Eliminated the precious strategic mind that Father had come to appreciate. Was that also why Lucina was like this? Just looking at the flower was enough to make her tremble, so perhaps...

"Focus, Lucina..." The future Princess muttered to herself as she turned away from Robin. Hoping that she could find any kind of exit. Failing that, a culprit to focus her fury on. If she could just fix all of this, then she could get out of Super Slut Siste...rs...

That's it. That's the missing piece of the puzzle. That wasn't the name of the tournament that she was meant to take part in. It was Super Smash Brothers. So how had it been replaced with Super Slut Sisters?!

First thing's first. Since she know remembered that much, if she could just get Robin to join her, then-

"LUCINA!"

An announcer spoke. An authoritative, feminine announcer. And right then, Lucina found herself standing in a brand new locale. One that was way different from the one she had found herself in before...

For one, there was an audience. Several dozen Polygons were now looking at her. All of them facelessly staring at her. They didn't have eyes, yet at the same time it was clear that they were checking her out.

Which sent more pulses through her. These guys... These clients... They were the ones behind all of this, weren't... No, they weren't clients, what was she thinking?

"How am I going to handle all of these..?" Lucina muttered again, all while covering up her breasts and her crotch with her arms. A frankly futile move since her breasts had long since grown bigger than her head, and her rump would just draw attention instead if she managed to cover those big melons...

"Oh, you won't need to handle them. You need to entertain them, dear. Don't you understand the first rule of Super Smash Sisters?"

A divine voice echoed through her ears, causing her to whip around. The sound of her asscheeks clapping serving to make Lucina's face turn even redder, as she tried to enter her usual combat stance. Which just served to embarrass her further as her breasts bounced as freely as ever...

As for the culprit behind that seductive voice that tried to convince her that she was going about this in the completely wrong way... That was a familiar green-haired woman. One that Lucina had met not too long into her first time joining the Super Slut Sis- Super Smash Brothers tournament. The Goddess of Light, Palutena...

So to see her eagerly rubbing her staff up against her crotch, slickening it with divine degenerate juices, all while wearing a sling bikini that left absolutely nothing to the imagination given her expanded and extreme assets, topped off by a Bunny Hood that seemed to radiate a certain energy... It hurt something inside Lucina.

"The Goddess of Light... Why are you doing this?" Lucina tried to reason with her. She really did. She couldn't believe that Palutena would do something like this. She was a good woman, wasn't she..? A woman who believed in the angel that fought under her..?

"Goddess of Sluts, actually. And don't you worry your pretty little head about something like that. You won't be thinking about much else in a few moments." Palutena winked and giggled, right before the orb on the very tip of her staff started to glow...

Lucina tried to shield herself from the impending flash, though that was exactly what Palutena was hoping for. Instead of simply blinding her, which wouldn't be nearly as fun, she just used it as a distraction.

By the time Lucina opened her eyes again, the green hue of what was thrown at her in the interim already filled her vision. It was far too late to stop it, despite her attempts to bat it away...

A second passed, and the Metal Box already took effect. Leaving Lucina looking like a shiny and metallic version of herself. The chrome body trembling as it was also completely naked, with her pants and moans starting to sound filtered thanks to this brief yet potent transformation.

"You're much prettier as a Metal Slut, you know." Palutena giggled, all while pulling out another item. "Stand at attention, Metal Slut!" She gave her an order, with her voice almost as demanding as the announcer that had called Lucina's name.

No. Not Lucina's name. She was Metal Slut now. That was what the Goddess had called her. That meant it had to be her name, right? Of course, she couldn't really think of it being anything but her name. Her ability to think had been completely petrified by the transformation, turning just as metallic as the rest of her.

Which meant that she simply stood there, her body completely ready for whatever the Goddess might throw at her. All thoughts that were meant to keep her from being an obedient slut had been sealed away. She was a Metal Slut. She lived to serve. That was her role...

"Good Slut." Palutena giggled yet again, as she threw the next item at her. A ball with an exclamation point on it...

The moment it made contact with Metal Slut's body, she found herself slammed into the ground. As if the ground had just caved in underneath her, and taken her down with it. Not only that, but if she were to look down, which would go against the orders that she had received...

She would've noticed that her arms and her legs were now locked in the floor. Putting her on all fours, and in an incredibly compromising position. Especially given that wonderfully and almost mesmerizingly shiny metal ass of hers...

Metal Slut fell into the Pitfall Trap that the Goddess of Sluts had thrown at her. And in doing so, was now perfectly prepared for usage. And while she would've normally had something to say about it, especially given the betrayal that she had felt just a few moments prior...

Her thoughts were nothing but metal at the moment. Her slutty nature had been amplified by the Metal Box, and she was now nothing more than a slutty metal golem. A Metal Slut that needed to be used. Unaware that all of these items that would've normally played a big part in a Super Smash Brothers match were now turned into perilous items that guaranteed her slutty bimbohood...

She simply waited there. Ignorant of the sounds around her. Unaware of most things, because that wasn't what she had been commanded to do. Instead, she simply stared straight ahead as the clients gathered around her.

Even as one of them slammed its dick into her folds, spreading her hole like it was meant to be... She didn't really react. Because she hadn't been commanded to.

That's not to say that her body didn't. It certainly trembled. Her metallic body was durable and strong, but it could not stand up to the might of a cock. She was a Metal Slut, after all. And once she had a taste of one cock, she wanted more.

That was why Metal Slut's nipples and lips were leaking. She wanted to be used in every single way. And the slutty magic that had been used on her to turn her into this kind of bimbo that thought of nothing at all... It drove her to want more. Even if she couldn't express that want because of her metallic mind.

But the former Lucina wouldn't be left starving for long. The many clients that had gathered here to watch her fall were more than happy to use her. Whether it was by using her lips, or continuing to pound into her hole. Or even having her holes, stretched out as much as they could be, filled with an extra cock or two to make sure she satisfied yet more clients.

All while Palutena kept watching with that slutty grin of hers, grinding her staff against her cunt in delight. It felt so good to make others fall just as she had. Especially ones that were starting to get closer to the truth. She was glad she didn't have to suck her into the Slut Hole and convert her with a Slutlaser...

She made a much better Metal Slut, and left the Goddess able to indulge in her own needs. Grinding and gasping, while watching those wonderful clients that much more intimately...

Ahh, it felt good to be a Goddess of all these easily manipulated sluts...

---

"I keep telling you, this isn't what it's meant to be! Please, please believe me, Samus! We're not supposed to be whores, we're... We're... Warriors, aren't we?"

Princess Zelda, wielder of the Triforce of Wisdom, was unfortunately one of the girls that had been able to keep her mind mostly intact throughout this. Which was why she was incensed by the top she wore. And how her body had been changed to fit the needs and whims of people she knew nothing about, and wanted absolutely nothing to do with.

She was still the same blonde Princess as ever. But wearing a bouncy tube top with 'SLUTDOM' splayed across her expanded tits, tits that made her mind weaker every time they bounced at that? And a pair of terribly tight shorts with 'SLUTFORCE' splayed across the ass, which nearly fit so snugly on her butt that the words were imprinted on her cheeks? That was beyond humiliating for a girl like her!

As for the Bounty Hunter that she was trying to plead to, it's like her words fell on deaf ears. The Zero Suit-clad woman simply continued to examine her own equipment, including the pistoning and electrified dildo that she was meant to use on sluts that weren't being obedient. One that she was very tempted to use on the mouthy Princess.

All while completely ignoring the fact that her skin-tight suit was way tighter than before. Leaving her nipples, erect as one would imagine a slut's nipples to be, and her pussy practically out in the open. It wouldn't take much for somebody to simply grab her and slam their cock into her hole... But it would cost them. She was an experienced Slut, after all. She didn't do this for cheap.

"If you keep talking nonsense, Princess, you know what I'll have to do." Samus said, glaring deep into Zelda's eyes. "You, Wielder of the Slutforce of Slutdom, as well as the Goddess of Sluts and the Umbran Bitch, are meant to keep the Super Slut Sisters sluthouse running. If you start to lapse as you keep doing, all of it will fall apart." She explained. Even if she didn't quite understand most of it. What mattered was that she had an extra mission, should the opportunity arise.

"Yes, that's a good thing! We're not supposed to be sluts, Samus! We're supposed to be warriors and heroes, fighting for glory with the chance of a victory that we can carry home to our worlds! Not be stuck in some sort of otherworldly whorehouse that will keep sapping us over and over, ensuring that, like, we keep staying stupid and don't get to go home!"

As Princess Zelda kept on trying to sound smart, which was to be expected from the wielder of the Triforce of Wisdom... The fact that her assets kept on bouncing and shaking meant that they were draining more and more of her smarts. Making it harder and harder for her to articulate herself in a manner that seemed intelligent. Especially as her top started to strain more in response...

Samus glanced at her once again, shaking her head as she aimed the electrified dildo at her. She would have to... No, that wouldn't be enough. She had done it once before .She managed to recover. She needed something more than that. She needed something that would wipe her out for good, so that she could be known for what she wielded, not what she said.

And Zelda picked up on the fact that she was thinking. Good! Good, good. That meant that she was getting through to her! If she was getting through to her, that meant that, like, she could actually make them all go back to normal. Right? Yeah, yeah! Right!

"I'm really glad you want to help, Samus! Okay, so, we just need to... Uhm... Uhhh..." Zelda tried to think of what they needed to do. While completely misinterpreting the look that Samus shot her. Of course she would misinterpret something like that, her tits had already slurped up a lot of her ability to think clearly... And she hadn't replenished it yet.

Instead of getting a direct reply from Samus, she heard the sound of something teleporting in. And blinked a couple of times as she gazed to her side. Not really sure what she was looking at for a few moments...

It looked like... Samus? But it was her armor... And at the side of the armor was another Samus... No, that was that dark one... Dark Samus... Yeah... Wait, why were they there?

Not to mention, they were like, really sexy too. Like, the two armors were already pretty sexy in their own way. But just like Samus' Zero Suit was a lot more skin tight and left nothing to the imagination, both of them had gained a lot more curviness. To the point where both armors had sculpted tits. Tits that were bigger than their helmets... Helmets that were seemingly locked onto her...

Like... Uhh... That was bad, wasn't it? They weren't... They weren't going to help her at all, were they..?

"Princess Zelda. The Goddess of Sluts said to terminate your ability to think, should you keep trying to fight back against the Super Slut Sisters program." Samus read off the mission she had been given. All while she started to glow ominously...

Just as the other versions of her were. Wait, no, Zelda knew what that glow was. She knew exactly what that glow was. That was the, like, Final Smash glow! But.. W-Wait, could they even like, use that if they weren't warriors? N-No, she didn't have time to think about that. She needed to get away.

But there was no way to get away. She was trapped in three directions. If she tried to get away, she would be blocked by two of them... And, uhm... Wait, didn't she have... Uhh... Uhhhh...

"Zero IQ Smash."

The three Samuses ran towards Zelda. The Princess was far too stunned already to try and dodge their assault, especially as each of their sets of tits started to glow the same way as the rest of them...

All of the energy that empowered them was being gathered in one spot. One big, bouncy spot. One spot that Zelda could've probably dodged away from, if she still had her sensible mind. But because she had been too busy trying to complain and negotiate with the sluttified Samus, there was nothing that could stop her from being trapped in between the three copies of the same slutty woman..!

Then it happened. The three sets of tits collided, with Zelda in between all three sets. The Final Slut Smash-powered tits smashing into her head...

Destroying her in a single blow, as what little clothes remained on her body just burst off her. All while all of that energy made its way through her in the blink of an eye. Transforming her on a fundamental level, ensuring that she wouldn't be able to come back from a blow like this.

By being struck directly by three potent hits like this, she didn't just go down to 0 IQ. She went down to the negatives, as she quickly began to drool into the cleavages she was stuck in between. All while her hair tied itself into easily accessible twintails, the perfect hair for an absolutely destroyed bimbo like her...

As the three women pulled back, Zelda collapsed onto the ground. Now with tits way bigger than her head, tits that were leaking pink liquid every time she drew breath... And an ass that would clap so loudly and unavoidably that she would be able to bimbofy others if they managed to hear her...

All with the Slutforce of Slutdom now printed above her cunt, as well as on her forehead. She was barely even able to be considered Zelda at this point. If anything, she was the bimbo that embodied that very Slutdom. Making her Slutdom, more so than anything else.

Slutdom giggled like she couldn't do anything else. Slowly but surely pulling herself up as she felt her tits weighing her down... Ehe. It felt good to have her tits that big. It felt good to be leaking slut juice. It felt good. Everything felt good.

Had she been doing something before she ended up on the floor? Had she been doing anything at all? Ehe. She couldn't really think of anything. Like, she really didn't wanna bother trying to think of anything either. All she wanted was, like...

"Ehe. Cock. Coooock." Slutdom giggled as she spread her legs, sticking her ass up in the air as she pushed her elbows into her big tits. She didn't care if there wasn't any cock nearby. She just needed to be used. Because there was nothing left inside that mind of hers to tell her that any of this was wrong or weird...

The armored Samuses grabbed ahold of the grounded Princess, pulling the slut along as she had her duties. All while Samus sighed. She had accomplished her mission and turned the Princess into a non-threat. Ensuring that the Super Slut Sisters program could continue. And her reward...

"Hgnghghnghgh-"

Was to use the very same electrified dildo that she had been preparing to use on Zelda. Panting and gasping as she collapsed onto her knees, trembling all over as she shoved it in and out of her needy hole...

It felt so good to break herself... Felt so good... A-And then... Then the clients would have a lot more fun with her, since she wouldn't be so tight...

E-Ehe... Ehehe...

The Super Slut Sisters program... Now that there were no threats to it, and the clients were all ready to enjoy sluts like them, the program would just keep going...

Forever...