[Masculinization/Genderswap, Goon TF, Corruption]
"A little gift from your dear Mayor. Something that'll really bring out your inner strength."
That was what the letter that Natura Rouge had received said, the red headed heroine narrowing her eyes as she read through it. She couldn't believe that the big bastard would actually send her a gift.
The Mayor in question? A stout demon named Kurow. He was always trying weird and wicked ways of making the citizens of Equilibre fall under his command. And it was hard to really fight against him in that regard, due to the power that he commanded. Everyone that was within his scope of influence was his to manipulate.
"You really should've just called me over if you wanted me to try this out, Kurow." Rouge said as she opened the gift box, narrowing her eyes further as she saw what was within. "Because there's no way in hell I'm wearing something like that."
Within the box was a simple pair of black and red underwear. Something tight and shiny that was more meant for men rather than women like her and her fellow Natura. So she didn't actually really understand why in the hell he had sent it to her.
If she had been in the town hall, maybe he could've used his power to make her wear it. That might actually give him exactly what he wanted. Not that she knew what it was that he wanted beyond dominating her and the others, but...
...
The more she stared down at the shiny garment, the more the gears turned inside her head. The red headed heroine was trying to light a spark that would lead to her realizing exactly what the garment was used for, but she really couldn't tell what they were for.
Maybe this was part of that big bastard's plan. Maybe he sent a pair to Vert too, and got that smart mind of hers trapped in a frustrated loop of trying to figure out exactly what he was planning. Maybe that was why he had sent it to her too, since she was meant to be the group's leader. And if the group's leader was busy being occupied by a pair of shiny pants, what were the others going to do?
"Damnit, Rouge, you're just going to make him happy by putting these on." Rouge muttered to herself as she grabbed the shiny undies, glaring at them as she tried to stretch them slightly.
Only for them to spring right back to their normal size. Hell, they looked ever slightly smaller after she did that. Damn. Damn, they actually felt like they were going to snap right onto her and not let go if she were to put them on. There was genuine risk involved with putting these things on, and yet here she was...
...
If she didn't put them on, then the others were probably just going to find them and get just as confused as she had gotten. And if that was the case, then there was damn near nothing that they could do to break free.
Fine. She'd wear them. But only because if the others found them, they'd be left just as confused as she was...
The heroic Natura Rouge threw her pants off, letting them land in her personal clothesbin alongside her lacy panties, before slipping the tight garment on. Letting it slid across her legs as she made sure not to let go too fast. If she did, then-
*SNAP*
Rouge's eyes widened. It's not that she ended up letting go of those undies. It's that they immediately snapped tight around her waist, yanking themselves out of her grip as they did, the moment that the back of her waistband reached that spot. And the snap itself...
It sent a really, really strong pulse right through her. Such a strong pulse that she couldn't stop herself from moaning a little. Fuck, was this what Kurow planned? To turn her on because she put on a pair of undies..?
No. No, the sensation inside her didn't go away after it had reached her mind and started to pollute it with this tight pleasure. If anything, it began to spread through her. All while she started gazing into the big body-sized mirror that she kept in her room in case she needed to check out a brand new good outfit...
The moment that she stared at the mirror was the moment that her heart sank. Because the effects of the underwear had been much more instantaneous than she originally imagined. And the worst part?
She kinda liked it. It was why Rouge was instinctively flexing. Reveling in seeing the changes to her body keep on rippling out from her center. Panting and gasping a little as she watched strength and power pour through her, to the point where a little bit of drool was running down her chin.
Gone was her heroic suit. Revealing her formerly slim body. But by the time that she had stared into the mirror, a thick layer of muscle had already started to reveal itself. A layer of muscle that only grew bigger and bigger as she instinctively flexed...
It's not that she started looking like an overly muscled mess. But the extra muscle on her arms and her legs, and the six pack that was developing on her stomach? It made her look a lot stronger than she ever had been. Just staring at herself like this was making her feel even better too, like she would never ever want to hide away her body underneath anything ever again.
Nothing except her underwear-covered crotch anyway. She was never taking these bad boys off. They had given her an injection of power like nothing else, causing an incredibly wicked grin to work its way onto her lips...
Her... Lips? A second good look at herself, and she had to laugh. Or rather, He had to laugh. Why was that, exactly?
Simple. He didn't have any tits. Sure, his pecs were nice and big and something for other men to envy. But that didn't mean that they were tits. They were pecs...
The pecs of a Goon. The strong pecs that denoted just how much you could trust the Goon to handle. With how big he was, there was absolutely nothing that he couldn't do. Especially with the flame-patterned chest hair that seemed to ignite its way onto his chest when he hadn't been looking.
That's right. That's what he was. A Goon. A big strong MALE who knew three things that were important to him. Didn't need to know much else, as far as he was concerned.
He knew what his job was. He knew who his boss was. And most importantly, he knew what he got out of being a good Goon.
A sharp moan left the newly transformed Goon's lips, as his bulge violently exploded forward. It was still trapped within his undies, undies that were now marked with a wickedly evil and devilish face, the same wickedly evil and devilish look that you could see in his irises if you were to look closely enough...
That was the thing he got out of following orders and being a damn good Goon. The chance to play with his bulge. He didn't know if he had anything behind that bulge, and honestly? Didn't really care. The Boss didn't give him reason to care, because the bulge in and of itself felt more than good enough.
Rouge... Nay, the Goon that had once been her simply grinned as he saluted in front of the mirror. One hand on his hip as he grinned with those wicked sharp teeth of his.
"Goon Red! Ready to crush any of Boss Kurow's enemies!"
He didn't care if the boss couldn't hear him like this. His declaration of loyalty and Goon-hood was a matter of principle. And also a little bit of self-inflicted pleasure, because damn it felt good to admit that he was Boss Kurow's goon.
And he knew just how to feel even better, and exactly what Boss Kurow might like him to do...
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"Rouge, open your eyes! This isn't you!"
"If she could open her eyes, she wouldn't have wrapped our arms in flames, Bleu. Damnit, Kurow! What did you do to her!?"
Sometime later, in the Mayor's office, a devious scene was unfolding. One that the Mayor couldn't help but laugh at. All because he didn't expect things to turn out this well for him.
Sitting behind the Mayor's Desk was the demonic Mayor himself, Kurow. Built like a brick house, he looked like he could handle himself in a fight. In fact, he looked like didn't even really need the Goons that he liked to employ. Or the imps that staffed the offices for that matter. He looked like the kinda man who could handle everything on his own.
And yet, forced to sit down on their knees in front of his desk were two heroines, Natura Bleu and Vert, that he would personally like to employ using his influence. And who was standing behind them, grinning with a big ol' cigar in his mouth as he waited for the kinda praise that he knew that his boss could give him?
The former Natura Rouge. Now nothing more than Goon Red. And the only way you could really tell that the two were one and the same was the hair, because he looked damn near unrecognizable otherwise.
"Excellent work capturing your former friends, Goon Red." Kurow said as he lifted himself from his big throne, slowly walking around his desk to draw out the tension. All while taking great glee in watching the two heroines hate him with everything they had. "I told you that the Goonwear would bring out inner strength. And I was right, was I not?"
Goon Red saluted, his bulge trembling in response to the praise he got. "You were, Boss! I feel strong enough to carry the world on my shoulders! Knocking these two bimbos off their feet and dragging them here was nothing compared to how strong I feel!" He was cocky too. Fitting, given what was between his legs.
Natura Bleu felt really hurt hearing what her partner was saying. Yes, they had been utterly routed, but that didn't mean that he should be taking glee in it. She knew that her friend was in there somewhere. She just had to force it out of the Goon.
"Alright, what's the big idea then, Kurow? You know you can't just order us to wear the same kinda stinky undies. Not when we're like this." Natura Vert glared up at the proverbial crimson giant. Her short height really didn't help when faced with his height. Damnit, why'd he have to be so damn tall too on top of being the biggest bastard she had met in a long time?
Kurow laughed as he dug into his suit pocket. "Indeed. I don't exactly have another pair of Goonwear ready for you two. As keenly observed as always, Natura Vert." He said, all while pulling a pair of thick looking cigars out. Similar to the one that was currently in Goon Red's mouth. "That's why I'll let these do the trick instead. Don't need to corrupt you from the outside if I can corrupt you from the inside."
Vert wanted to gag when faced with the thought of being forced to smoke. But it was the mere thought of gagging that ended up spelling her downfall, as Goon Red forced the cigar into her mouth the second that her lips parted. He was damn quick despite the muscular frame, damn...
"I don't smo-" Bleu tried to shoot back, as smoking was something so uncouth that a lady like her couldn't be seen doing it. And yet she ended up with a cigar in her mouth too. She didn't really get a choice in the matter either, as the cigar was just slammed into her mouth the moment she tried to speak.
Of course they both tried to spit the cigar out. But Kurow grabbed ahold of their chins, his grip ensuring that neither of them could get rid of the cigar. All while he shot Goon Red a look. After all, he still had all of his power within. Which meant that the job of starting their corruption...
It fell to him. Their former friend. Not that he had anything resembling friendship towards them left inside him. No, the only thing that remained inside him was the loyalty that he had gotten from putting on the Goonwear. He was Boss Kurow's minion, not a friend of some stupid heroines.
"Take a deep breath, bimbos. You'll make great Goons, if you just put your powers to better use. Boss Kurow'll love it, trust me!"
Goon Red laughed as he lit the outer end of the cigars. Immediately causing both Natura to start huffing from the cigar in their mouths. Sending this corruptive ring of smoke in through their bodies, as each of them began to tremble in turn.
While the Goonwear had been incredibly effective at turning Natura Rouge into a Goon, the smoke that was going through the two heroines didn't just corrupt their bodies in record time... But it was also contaminating their minds at the same time.
It was getting extremely hard for Bleu to think of herself as a Lady. A regal and composed being who wanted nothing more than to make the populace look up to her as she saved them with the powers of her rushing waters. No, he didn't need that shit any longer. Not when he had Boss Kurow.
Whatever Boss Kurow wanted from him, he'd do. Even if it was doing something like drowning the entire city with his powers, he'd do it. Because damnit, it'd feel good. A proper Goon did what the Boss said. No matter how heinous, no matter how absurd. That was why they were there. To be big, to be strong, to be obedient...
It was why his uniform had torn to shreds, leaving behind the same sort of Goon as Goon Red. Muscly all the way across his arms and his legs, with his thighs being extra wide and thick to support the massive Goon Bulge in between. A Goon Bulge that had the same devilish face as the one on Goon Red's bulge, with the only difference between the two being the primary color. Red's was Red, Blue's was Blue. Reflecting their names, and their role as part of a team of Goons...
Vert was trying her damndest to fight against the smoke inside her. Her domain was wind, she tried to blow it out of her body. But really, it just drew it deeper and deeper into her. So deep that she could feel it choking out her heart...
Her. Heart. 'cuz once that smoke really settled inside him, he realized it had only choked out the part of him that was damn weak. The part of him that was incredibly ungrateful for what the big Boss was doing for him and Blue. Fuck, how could he have been so stupid... Ehe, fuck, that didn't matter, did it? He didn't need to really worry about being smart or clever anymore. He just needed to do his damn job.
It was why Green grinned and snapped the flames that served as his bindings. Not that he needed to. But the show of strength was another thing that he thought the Boss would love. Especially as the sweat ran down his body, now exposed as the snapping of the flames happened to snap his outfit too. Leaving him just as nearly naked as his fellow Goons...
Just as ready to present his green-colored devilishly grinning Goon Bulge. There was absolutely no difference between the three at this point, beyond the color of their bulges and the way their hair looked. That was the only bit of individuality that the three had. The only bit of individuality that a trio of Goons like them needed.
"Goon Red! Ready to burn away the city if you need it, Boss!" Goon Red introduced himself, huffing up a bit more smoke from his own cigar as he saluted. Hand still away from his bulge, because his Boss hadn't given the order to reward himself.
"Goon Blue! Ready to drown the city if you want, Boss!" Goon Blue introduced himself as well, eagerly contaminating himself with more of that wonderful smoke from his cigar. All while saluting at his Goonmate's side, his droplet-shaped chest-hair matching the flame on Red's chest...
"Goon Green! Ready to blow my smoke into the hearts of man, Boss!" Goon Green finished the introductions, his smoke swirling around him thanks to his powers. The same powers that were immortalized in the form of the gust of wind that his chest-hair was trimmed to look like, completing the Goon Trio's aesthetics...
Kurow grinned. Such good Goons that he now had at his disposal. Such loyal muscly Goons that were more than happy to ruin the city that they were meant to protect. Since they were that eager, he supposed that the time had come.
"Boys. Go ahead. Enjoy your GoonBulges."
The command came. And the Goons' free hands went straight onto their obnoxiously huge bulges. Moans and gasps echoed out, as the three Goons went to town on the true symbol of their Goonhood...
They had made their Boss so proud that they were actually allowed to goon like this. Ahh... Fuck, that felt so good. That was why they worked for him. 'cuz the Boss knew when to reward them, and when it would make them feel so damn good..!
As they gooned away in front of Kurow, the Boss himself couldn't help but laugh as he gazed out towards Equilibre. Natura Couleur had been subverted... Or at least, part of it had.
The last three? They were going to be no match for these. And once the last three were his, then...
Heh. Then the city truly would be his...