Within an abandoned subway station, four individuals walked silently through the halls, the motley group looking like it was made up of people from different points in human history. In actuality; an all-female group of heroes working freelance under the League’s administration.

In the lead was Aniya; a hulking beast of a woman from a far-off land. Brash and headstrong, she travelled the world looking for strong opponents to test and hone her skills. And with the abundance of super powered individuals from both the hero and villain side of things, Aniya had decided to prolong her stay.

Right behind the amazoness walked a small girl dressed up like a cosplayer, her youthful appearance masking her true nature as a century old vampire empress with mystical abilities, awakened by a certain member of the group, analyzing data readings on her tablet, safe and secured in the middle. No one knew her true name, going by the alias; Celine as her human disguise to walk the modern world of man, spreading mischief wherever she went.

In the middle of the group was a normal, plain woman, dressed up in a form fitting uniform with a simple blue tie that ran down her front, giving her the appearance of a receptionist. Rosine was the only normal human in the group, contributing to her superpowered allies by planning ahead on operations and providing constant updates to intel in the field with her calm and analytical mind. Without her, the group would essentially be left blind.

Last but not least, there was Malina, a sharpshooter blessed with supernatural senses and heightened physical prowess that allowed her to swiftly move about any environment with ease, her trusty marksman rifle allowing her to provide support from the rear with her eagle eye never missing a shot.

It was another routine tag-and-bag run down another stretch of the derelict subway tunnels gangs and villains used for hideouts and trafficking routes, already taking down a sizable group of thugs near the entrance and handing them over to the local law enforcement before heading in deeper.

“Almost at the end of our route for the day, we can’t risk going any further.”

Scoffing at their strategist’s words, Aniya stared down at Rosine with a look of disbelief on her face. “What, ya scared of a few hoodlums? You just sit back and watch Ros, the rest of us can handle things just fine! Kahaha!”

Rosine sighed as she brushed off Aniya’s taunting. Keeping their ragtag team together was an incredibly demanding task, even more so when you were the only regular human in the group. From reigning in Aniya’s impulses to making sure Malina didn’t wander off on her own, Rosine had her hands full almost all the time during missions like these, and when juggling data and a clingy vampire, it made things just that much more stressful.

But before Rosine could warn Aniya about the last time her antics had resulted in them running into a moderately powerful villain when they were left exhausted after hours spent taking down thugs and mobsters. A click had resounded from where Aniya had punched through the door, a very weird, mechanical sounding click that stood apart from the sickening crunch of twisting metal and falling brick. It was a trap of some sort, and they were caught right in the middle of it.

“Aniya! Watch out it’s a tra-”

Rosine’s panicked voice rang out for a moment before cutting off immediately, along with the resounding footsteps from the team, the four women spirited away as the blinding green light that had engulfed the area where they stood seconds ago faded away, leaving no trace of the heroines as dust kicked up from Aniya’s destruction settled over the strange book that had appeared from nowhere…

–

“Gahh what the hell?! Ros? Mal? Cel?! Where’d you all go?!”

Looking around after the white spots faded from her vision, Aniya was greeted with the sudden hustle and bustle of a busy school, its layout being strange and foreign, unlike any school she had seen in her travels thus far as she stood in the middle of a hallway, students walking by the hulking amazoness as if nothing was wrong.

But something was very off, whereas Aniya remained a regularly proportioned woman, her surroundings seem to be sketched, visible lines and brush lines visible in the walls and floors, the students looking like characters straight out of those cartoons Aniya had seen sometimes.

“Hey, have you seen anyone else here?”

Reaching out to one of the students, Aniya was greeted with a cold gaze, as if the young boy had seen something disgusting as he pushed her Aniya out of the way, stunned as she felt her weight thrown around by the young boy, the arm that had been slapped aside losing its dark brown coloration, gaining a visible outline as her once muscled limb was reduced in an instant to a flabby yet slender thing, tipped with painted manicured nails as Aniya dropped her weapon.

The floorboards creaked and groaned as her longsword slipped from her suddenly weak, flabby arms, landing bladefirst into the wood without her former strength present to even hold it steady.

“The fuck? The hell is this?!”

Stumbling backwards in shock, Aniya felt herself bump into another student, feeling herself plummet to the ground on contact as the awe inspiring height of 7 foot 6 she took great pride in was instantly cut down to a less than impressive 4 foot 7, the tribal armor she cherished dearly as a family heirloom vanishing in an instant as a complete set of schoolgirls uniform appeared in their place, the muscular, scarred body beneath giving way to rotund layers of fat and pudgy flesh coated in the same sickly pale yellow, untouched skin on her arm as Aniya lost her balance, crumpling to the floor in a heap, fear building in her as she looked down at her changed body.

From the neck down, Aniya had been transformed into a normal human girl, no longer feeling the innate strength and vitality her people possessed in her pale, slightly overweight body, the unfamiliar feeling of flabby thighs rubbing up against each other beneath the skirt she wore disgusting her to no end. As if to taunt her, the mere act of breathing sent her chest jiggling with each heave, the massive double D’s sagging her uniform as her plump body began to sweat buckets, the unhealthy body she now possessed soon drenching her uniform as her skin began to glow with an oily sheen.

All of it, outlined and painted over like an anime character.

It made her furious to no end, she’d make sure these people pay for humiliating her this way. Glaring up in anger at the sneering boy that had shoved her away and the growing crowd of onlookers, their eyes full of disdain. Springing up to her feet, Aniya ran towards the boy, her fist raised.

“I’ll fucking ki-”

But before Aniya could do much else in retaliation, a hand flew through the air, slapping her hard on the face, leaving the former amazoness stunned as she staggered backwards. Her long silky ponytail vanishing as new roots push out from beneath the former head of healthy air, an oily, spiked bush of unkempt hair taking its place, framing the chubby face of the highschool girl that had been slapped in the face, running a sweaty palm over the reddened cheek as she fell backwards onto the floor once more with a thud.

"The hell're you thinking, pulling a stunt like that Aizawa? You ain't killing anyone…maybe unless you sit on em!"

Aizawa? That sounded off to the stunned girl as she rubbed her hand over her stinging cheeks, a tingle running down her spine and ending in her groin as her head rang, her vision blurred, making the act of moving a struggle as her surroundings soon grew blurry and dark with the onset of bad eyesight, only being able to hear the deluge of taunts from around her as she felt people slap and kick at her body, unable to understand what was going on after that earth slap to the face…something her former self wouldn’t have even been fazed by, not like there was much of her former identity left inside the dumbed down mush she had for a brain now.

Crawling backwards until she’d hit the wall, the girl struggled to piece her mind together, fragments of a hulking woman beating back gangs of toughened brutes, a sharp look on her face that spoke of her confidence contrasting that of the frail, overweight girl who shied away from social activities, creeping everyone out with her darkened eyes and messy bed hair.

But who was she? The dark skinned warrior or the trembling mess living a troubled school life? It didn’t take much for her to realize who she truly was. After all, how could a girl that got off on being bullied and mistreated ever live that sort of fantasy? Beating up men over twice her height? She could only ever fantasize about that in her dreams, but even then she giggled at the fact that her massive knockers would be more suitable for clocking the lights out of someone than her flimsy arms.

Unable to do much else, the girl huddled against a wall as the bullying continued, holding back her moans as she savoured each slap and kick on her body, the degrading insults gracing her ears sending more jolts of pleasure through her body as she hid her head in her arms, an orgasmic look of bliss hidden behind them.

But before she could savour the throes of her incoming orgasm, the kicks and slaps stopped as a small argument broke out between the bullies and a new arrival. A teacher maybe? What a killjoy…

“Hey…you alright there Aizawa? Here, you dropped your glasses.”

Looking up with groggy eyes into the face of the young man that held his hand out to her, the girl blinked a few more times before getting to her feet, accepting the blurred object he held in his hands as she placed the pink framed glasses on her sweat slick face, her vision growing clear once more as she felt her heart skip a beat as the boy’s features grew clearer, confirming the identity of the familiar voice..

“That was horrible back there…they didn’t hit you too hard did they?”

Dusting herself off, Aizawa Miho stared into the eyes of the boy who had helped her, a slight blush visible on her face as she noticed his gaze straying from her eyes to her chest, noticing how her pink, cotton bra was showing visibly through her sweat stained uniform.

From a young age, Aizawa had learned to live with her unusual body, cloaked in a constant coating of sweat and a body odour that sent everyone reeling, making her a constant target for bullying wherever she went.

It had also resulted in her stunted personality; taking glee in the insults of others while bathing in the joys of submission, never fighting back. Not like she even could. Continuing until the time she enrolled in Mizunaga High. Where the usual bullying she’d expected kicked off, with the exception of a certain kind hearted thug who stood up for her; Kenji, soon becoming her one and only friend at the school, the almost daily onslaught of beatings and vocal abuse slowing to a crawl.

At first, Aizawa had simply thought the young man was infatuated with her body. Despite her shortcomings, Aizawa never once had skin problems or rashes despite how her body had a semi-permanent layer of shiny oil over it, constantly coated in sweat and steam as she struggled to hide her rocking body behind her clothes that would drench themselves not even a minute after putting them on, until she’d discovered her kinky side in high school with the new levels of bullying that came with it, rubbing and kneading her aching sex and pillowy breasts raw every night as she fantasized a man verbally abusing her as he held her down in bed. No doubt contributing to her body’s extra growth.

But behind that depravity, Aizawa always had a small sliver of hope for a normal life with someone that could see and accept her true self…and that someone was the young man standing right in front of her. Despite his thuggish appearance, Kenji had a kind heart to him that even Aizawa couldn’t but be enticed to, her depraved self unable to tear away from his warmth.

Aizawa frowned with uncertainty though, finding something off for a moment in the air as she gazed around the familiar school halls she’d strode past many times now. Was it homework? Maybe she dropped something…ah right, her bag, bending down to pick it up, she froze for a moment as Aizawa stared transfixed at the weird gash in the floorboard.

“Hey Aizawa? How about we uhh…get you cleaned up at the nurse’s office? You can't go to class like that right?”

Snapping her out of her thoughts, Aizawa refocused her gaze on her crush as she immediately rose back up to her full height, staring back at him with the signature deadfish look she usually had on her face despite the fact she’d just given him a good show with her soaking wet panties.. But she could tell he loved it, from the way he just couldn’t stop staring at her lovely red, sunken eyes to her pale sweaty skin. Her voice coming out in an airy wisp through pouty lips as she agreed with him.

“S-sure…t-thanks for e-earlier…y’know, helping and all t-that…w-what would I do w-without y-you…hehe!”

Aizawa shivered in glee, struggling to control herself as she began to walk side by side with her crush only a few inches away, his warmth dousing her panties even further, sending her mind drifting to what she had snuck away in her bag as the two made their way towards the nurse’s office, ready to finally confess her feelings to the man who’d pulled her heartstrings.

Though she had a feeling they wouldn’t be making it to homeroom on time…not like it mattered much to her anyway.

–

"Did you hope a trap would give you an edge? A flimsy trap such as this has no chance of harming the great Celine! Impudent fools!"

Opening her eyes, Celine blinked as she stopped midwalk, coming to her senses as the bright green light that had stunner moments ago faded, leaving her alone in the arid heat of a stuffy corridor bathing in the mid-afternoon sun, her skin tingling with irritation as she bathed in the warmth. If she were a Lesser Vampire, she’d have been reduced to a simmering pile of ashes by now…

Celine frowned as she looked around the weird setting she found herself in; a painted world depicting what looked to be some sort of school, gazing out into the field below at the animated characters happily enjoying their club activities without a care in the world.

Behind her notice however, small changes began to occur across the body of the petit vampire; her pointed ears receding in length, rounding out into ordinary lobes as her blood drained skin regained its former human warmth yet retained its pale coloration. The flesh beneath steadily growing firmer and plentiful, her limbs gaining length as her height began to rise.

But these would go unnoticed to the vampire, more concerned with the world around her. Celine could sense a powerful aura emanating from every surface from floor to ceiling, was it a curse of sorts? No matter, Celine was barely concerned at all, a Vampire Lord like her falling prey to the machinations of some weak spell was highly unlikely, the existence of anyone rivalling her power in the modern age was slim to zero after all.

More importantly were her allies. While Celine had no issues negating the curse radiating from this strange world, she was more concerned with what the thick stench of the perverted aura would do to her less, spiritually inclined companions, Rosine especially.

She grit her teeth as a look of anger crossed her angelic features, swearing fury upon the one who had trapped them here if anything had happened to her dear friend and saviour.

Focusing her mind, Celine soon felt the presence of Rosine somewhere…at the beach? But with how dense the miasma of this place was, she couldn't get a proper reading on where exactly Rosine was on the vast coastline..

No matter, she could simply teleport there before finding her way to Rosine herself. Snapping her fingers, Celine concentrated on the vague outline of the room on the sparkling sandy beaches in her head while whispering the teleport incantation under her breath.

…

But nothing happened.

"Weird, I could've sworn I'd spoken the correct words…"

Not noticing the slight degradation in her speech, Celine tried once more, her brows knitting in irritation as she stamped her feet to the floor, her now larger bust jiggling in response as Celine let out an exaggerated shout.

“The fuck! Why isn’t this working!”

Before she clasped a noticeably larger hand over her mouth, only now noticing the crude speech pattern emanating from her, it made her look like some childish brat.

“Hey you! What’re you doing walking around dressed like that?!”

Spinning round, Celine caught sight of a short student headed her way, the animated boy walking sternly towards her with a phone out in his hands. Some sort of school prefect?

And while she certainly did feel a breeze brush by her weirdly swollen butt, what issue did he have with the attire of a highborn vampire?

Celine balled her hands into fists, preparing to conjure up a fireball before thrusting it out, expecting a fiery wave of heat to incinerate the corridor and the stranger along with it. Unlike teleportation, offensive spells were something Celine had mastered way back then, during her younger days in…where did she study again?

But just like before, nothing happened, the force of her throwing out her arm ruffling the hem of the short pleated skirt hugging childbearing hips tight, exposing the lacey nightwear beneath for a moment as she thrust her chest out, the massive milk filled mammaries jiggling under her ill fitting school uniform, a lack of a bra beneath emphasizing just how firm they were as a beauty mark manifested itself over the smooth surface of her left breast. All of it brought to life as best as humanly possible to emphasize Celine’s new outrageous body. A far cry from the young childlike vampire that had been standing where the busty anime girl stood seconds ago.

The Vampire Lord had fallen headfirst into the magical trap the moment she’d set foot in the animated world. Even if she had noticed the fact that she was steadily growing more and more cartoonish herself, Celine could have done nothing but despair as the perverse magic ate away at her mind and body, her vast stores of knowledge and power fading with it.

Letting her slender hand fall back down to her sides, being faintly aware of the now deep black nail polish adorning nail extensions that tipped her new dainty digits, the sparkling black rings around them catching Celine’s eye should’ve made her feel alarmed, yet nothing came of it despite the gnawing ache in the back of her mind screaming about how this was all so wrong as she felt more and more of herself slip away through the cracks in her mind, becoming more at home with how her new body felt, brushing aside a lock of platinum silver hair tipped with midnight black highlights as it tickled her cheeks, bending her knees slightly to lower her impressive height to greet the young prefect, a rosy warmth in her cheeks as she took in his slim, slender body and adorably innocent face.

Soon, Celine would be less inclined to care about losing her alluring vampiric form and powers and more busy imagining what she’d do to the brave little boy wandering up to her, taking in his features with gusto as she felt the growing fire in her toned belly grow into an inferno.

The more she stared, the more her former self felt like giving in, losing memories by the dozens as the thousands of years she had experienced was sapped from her head, eventually fizzling out altogether as she forgot the reason why she even resisted in the first place. Giving in to the pangs of lust that throbbed throughout her aching new sensitive human form.

Nightmother Celine, for all intents and purposes, no longer existed…the classy, all-powerful female vampire now rendered a harmless human teenager that was more concerned with bagging young boys and studs to bed with her over the next mission out with…who exactly?

The now empty headed girl’s eyes filled with a brilliant pink hue, ear studs manifesting in her lobes alongside a black leather choker that crushed in on her slim neckline, constantly putting her in a state of arousal as she fingered the rim of it in excitement, her thick thighs rubbing together as she felt her second mouth drool in anticipation as her prey got closer, a frown on his face as he finally walked up to the giddy new school slut.

“Aww, is the big bad perfect going to punish lil’ old me?”

“Izumi…this is the fifth time in a day I have to tell you this; stop breaking the dress code!”

Izumi giggled vapidly as she took her plan into action, shoving the surprised prefect into the empty room next to them, her larger frame granting her a massive advantage as she stuffed the boy’s head into her heaving bosom, hugging him into the room and not even bothering to shut the door as she cornered the stunned boy, releasing him from her breasts as she struggled to compose herself.

She couldn’t get this eager when their clothes were still on!

Known throughout the school for being a massive pervert, Izumi Ranko was a hardcore slut, selling herself out for cash without a care in the world to anyone willing to fuck her hard. The only exception to the rule being her unique relationship with Jin, the new 1st grade prefect in the student council, catching her attention immediately when he’d confronted her on his first day on the job, chewing her out on the roof.

Being the raunchy slut she was, Izumi had stripped the boy naked not even halfway through his scolding, ravishing the small boy in her bosom like her own child as she ridiculed him over his daring behaviour, all the while marvelling at the impressive size of his package as she impaled herself with it time and time again with each encounter, until neither could hide the fact that they struck a chord in each other, Izumi eventually cutting off contact with her boy toys and Jin quitting the council after the fifth time.

Despite their status as official partners together, the two occasionally kept up their old act; with Izumi playing the uncaring teenager who dressed like a slut (not like she had to play much at all) while Jin used another classic line from the Prefects 101 Manual.

Izumi licked her lips as she approached her boyfriend, slipping her thong off her slick thighs with a fluttering tease of her skirt as she eyed Jin’s tent growing much larger with the show she put on as he freed the rod from its prison…feeling the temperature in the warm afternoon heat rise just a tad bit higher as she lowered herself over Jin’s waiting member…

Maybe she’d call her lovely girlfriend over for a threesome after she was done enjoying her personal hands-on time with her amazing boyfriend, Izumi giggled at the idea as it ran through her mind.

Before an all-consuming white of orgasmic bliss filled her vision as she felt her juicy innards devour the entirety of Jin’s throbbing member…

–

“This is certainly…interesting…”

Rosine eyed her new form with curiosity, running a manicured hand over her new animated body in wonder, marvelling at the heaving melons sticking out from her chest and blocking her view, not needing her eyesight to tell just how vastly different she’d changed from her old appearance as her hands ran over her toned belly and thick, fat filled thighs. It only took a single glance to realize she’d been blessed with the body of a gravure model.

If a horny doujin artist had taken artistic liberties with their depiction of what a gravure model was.

No stranger to Japanese culture and entertainment, Rosine had been surprised to view the new world she’d been thrown into, painted and drawn with pen outlines framing each and every object. It’s inhabitants seemingly ripped straight out of a colored manga panel, including herself as she first looked at her stunning new form after materializing in an empty changing stall with a full body mirror provided for her viewing pleasure.

But that didn’t mean she was totally at home in her changed body. Where the once ordinary office lady she once was had been replaced by a voluptuous minx of a woman, every inch of her body seemingly tailored towards pleasing the male eye; from her wide handlebar hips, swollen double-D tits that had a fair heft and perkiness to them, the aching throb in her altered vagina sending foreign signals throughout her body and the long messy mane of dirty blonde hair that tickled her curved back that emphasized her prominent bust.

It didn’t help that she was currently feeling warm all over, and not because of the blazing warm sun that shone down on the beach she was at. This heat burned in her belly, only growing more and more as she restrained her twitching arms from pawing at her voluptuous new form wrapped up nicely in a tiny, bright neon yellow bikini set that squeezed into her luscious body, soft sensitive skin teased with each movement rubbing the straps against them, her rock hard nipples tenting the elastic material that struggled to hide her privates from the world, her puffy vulva lips pushing hard against the thong between her shaking legs, squeezing for something to fill the needy void that led to her warm baby maker.

It had been a good thirty minutes since she’d arrived in this strange new realm, unwilling to leave the changing room as she continued to eye her semi naked new body, still not able to believe the scantily dressed slut of a woman she was looking at was her own reflection, disgusted at how each small step sent every part of her jiggling pervertedly, disturbed at the mature sexy face plastered over her previously plain face she liked just the way it had been, cold narrow slits that radiated lust replacing her wide almond shaped eyes along with the pink, kissable cushions that had plumped up over her small mouth. Each passing minute only intensifies the blush on her rosy cheeks as she struggled to contain her building urges, a trembling hand rubbing the soft region of flesh right above her aching groin.

“God, I just need something in here…hot and hard…”

Rosine’s will cracked as her other hand that had been palmed into a fist by her side rose to caress her needy breast, the hand already loitering near her crotch delving down into her soaking wet bikini bottom, sharpened fingers probing the puckering lips as they pressed down on her sensitive innards, invoking a subtle jet of fluids that sprayed out onto the floor, blending in with the pools of shower water as she stifled a moan, no longer remembering why she’d tried so hard to resist the heart pounding sensations rocking her body as she felt herself near climax, almost her entire fist shoved up the hungry mouth drooling between her legs as she continued to knead at her breasts with her free hand, eyes rolling into the back of her head as she felt her cunt shoot out another spray of transparent liquid, as if protesting the arm that had been forcefully shoved into its sopping innards, delicious precum flowing down their length as she buckled and shivered at the ecstasy assaulting her, the innocent woman trapped in her new perverse form now absent in the sex crazed face leering out at the world.

Almost there!

Before she stumbled as a knock on the changing room door snapped her out of her raunchy masturbation session, her hands freeing themselves of her throbbing cunt as she tidied up her bikini, slapping them back over her sore vagina and aching nipples. She clicked her tongue as she called out to the person who’d interrupted her, and just when she was about to cum too!

The young woman’s gaze remained on her alluring face, as if unsure if something was off about her appearance as she gazed at herself from all angles, admiring herself as she almost felt herself falling back into her earlier routine, playing with her jiggling tits and amazingly sensitive skin. Of course nothing was off about the amazing Yuko Katsuragi, always stunning and at the top of her game no matter where she was or what she wore.

Another knock, louder this time, shook the doors. Forcing another click of the tongue as Yuko lost her focus once more.

“Yeah, yeah I'm done, quit yer knockin!”

Giving herself one last look over in the mirror as she adjusted her gold necklace while ruffling her silky mane of hair, the woman unlocked the stall doors, brushing past the young girl who eyed the stunning beauty as she walked by, entranced by her jingling golden earrings as they glittered in the sunlight, lending a divine aura to the mesmerizing beauty that had graced her with her presence.

Yuko, as far as she knew, had always been a student at Mizunaga High. Having an infamous reputation for being a haughty delinquent that was almost untouchable, running a gang of sorts made entirely out of girls like her, the faculty and students not being able to do anything when her parents had good connections with the headmaster.

Fortunately for the rest of Mizunaga, Yuko loved to skip out on school, rarely attending unless her fellow girlfriends wanted to meet up with her. Today was one such day, with her enjoying a pleasant warm afternoon out at the beach. Looking down at her pale body, Yuko played with the idea of grabbing a tan as she eyed the beach, scanning for a suitable stud to hook up with, her itch from earlier still burning, waiting to be satisfied before noticing a dark haired woman eyeing her up, her plump mature body straining against her ill fitting purple bikini. Yuko sniggered as she leered at the older woman, loving how daring she was to show off her goods like that, noting the raunchy tattoo plastered clearly over her womb, visible from where she stood.

The mystery woman’s eyes break away from Yuko’s as a large man comes into view, offering a hand down to the blushing MILF as she takes his hand, the lucky man leading his giggling babe to the toilets for some obvious fun time together. Yuko sighed, wishing she could experience the same for herself, knowing she was out of luck as she stood in the waves, noticing no one else that could spend more than 5 minutes with her in bed.

Before a loud vibration stunned her, reaching instinctively for her massive cleavage as she whipped out her handphone.

“Heh, close call. Hate to spend anuther thou on a replacement! Let’s see here…Izumi!”

Yuko leered hungrily at the image of her number two posing with a lengthy dick plastered up to her face, a simple message reading “See U 2Nite babe!” attached to it. Without wasting a step, Yuko sped back to where she had stashed her gaudy pink carry bag at, hands withdrawing a fancy white fur coat before simply slinging it over her bikini clad body, hailing a passing cab as she sped up the stairs to the road, confidently providing the address to her friends place as the driver eyed her luscious body on display beneath the simple coat.

Yuko didn’t mind his hungry gazes after all, she had something a lot more bigger to sate her hunger fast approaching, making a mental note to treat Izumi out some time for nailing something this big as the cab sped away down the road, its occupant uncaring of much else besides the image of the throbbing hard dick seared into her mind, eager to have it in her itchy hands.

–

Elsewhere in the strange new world, the last remaining member of the team ran through the painted streets, making use of her remaining speed and agility as she used her dwindling intuition to seek out the closest member of her team.

Ever since she’d landed here, Malina knew she had little time left to search for her team once she figured out they had been separated. She’d made the mistake of reaching out to the inhabitants of this realm, the moment her gloved hand made contact with one of the animated people, she’d pulled back just in time, watching wide eyed as her once muscled arm pulled back pudgy and untrained, her chiselled bicep reduced to a jiggling mass of fat and flesh, layered over with soft, unblemished skin, the viper tattoo on the shoulder erased from existence.

From then on, things had been a constant downhill experience for the ranger, her vast stamina stores rapidly depleting as she sped down the streets while dodging the people of this world. All while her body continued to be racked by changes that were subtle and slow, as if toying with the woman as she struggled to keep her mind focused on finding her teammates, her sharp mind unable to sense anyone else besides Rosine nearby.

Turning right down the corner, Malina stumbled to the side as her heavier body struggled to keep up with the way she moved, an unfamiliar center of gravity now at play as she felt her once flat chest heave with a heavy weight that threw her off balance, her once short cut bob of navy blue hair creeping into her vision in dark purple strands of wavy hair, gritting her teeth in frustration as she felt the muscles in her legs give way to the same mounds of flabby flesh and fat that had already spread up her the arm that had changed.

Malina panted heavily as her speedy run had been reduced to a slow crawl, struggling to heave the rather light leather handbag that had at some point, taken the place of her trusty marksman rifle. Its interior stuffed with a skimpy, purple bikini set and a plethora of fashion accessories along with a bright pink dildo fashioned from the remnants of her now useless weapon.

Along with the weight that pulled down at her shoulders, Malina’s rapidly aging body had begun to lose steam, dampening her spirits as her trained form soon gave way to a mother body that had seen much use not in combat, but in nightly sessions with the man who’d given her a child. Her solid pectorals vaporising into nice, soft layers of flabby flesh, especially prominent around her warm belly after experiencing the throes of childbirth. Add to that the removal of most of her trained calves, Malina could run no longer, trying to stay standing as she stumbled forward in the high heels her boots had morphed into without her notice.

The straw that broke the camel's back however, was the sudden spasming sensation in her vagina as the once virgin passageway within rids itself of its hymen, the tight, moist tunnel loosening as memories of a sexually active teenage year breezes past her aching mind, her vagina feeling desperately dry after years of inactivity despite aching for something long, hard and steaming hot to fill its cold depths once more.

Reaching her limit as the throbbing in her groin spiked to a painful need, Malina crumpled to a heap on the convenient bench by the sidewalk, putting her full weight on the bench and accelerating the changes as her body rubbed against the painted wooden bench that creaked under her increasing body weight as sweat stained her luscious pale skin, catching the warm orange hue of the afternoon sun as she pulled at the hem of her purple cotton shirt, releasing a puff of steam from her aged, overweight body, the former marksman no longer recognizable.

Not caring for the loss of her lightweight, bulletproof vest, as it melded along with her form fitting trousers into a neat set of clothes consisting of a purple shirt to go with a black skirt, complete with a lace dark blue bra beneath that cupped her E cup tits lovingly along with the matching pair of panties hugging her hips, the aged breasts still remained fairly perky despite their sagginess. After all, what was there to worry about if she didn’t have any memory of it to begin with?

The sun’s heat beat down on the middle aged woman unrelentingly, not giving her a chance to recuperate as her head throbbed with pain, unable to recall what she was even doing out here in the unbearable heat of the mid-afternoon sun.

“O-oh dear…worked up-pant-quite a sweat there-sigh-a woman my age shouldn’t be running-pant-around like that…”

Catching her breath as she gazed up at the sunlight, Malina popped open her bag, withdrawing a handkerchief to clean herself up, giggling at the sight of her trusty dildo. Before she was reminded of what she was here to do; meeting up with a close friend or something was it?

“Ahh that's right! I’ve got a date now don’t I! Tee hee, naughtly little me~”

The motherly woman smiled happily to herself as she dried up her sweat slick forehead, blushing as she ran a hand beneath her clothes to wipe up the steamy insides of her cleavage as she reminisced about the events that had led her; a single mother, to what she was about to do.

Ever since her husband had passed away due to an accident, Tsumiki Miho had been left alone with her baby daughter still kicking in her belly. Raising her daughter with the love and care of a mother and father combined. Confident she would raise a healthy baby girl into a well lived adulthood. Despite her newborn child bearing a weird genetic defect that left her unable to control her body’s sweat glands, sweating profusely and radiating an intense warmth around her that had constantly left her soaking wet with an odour around her.

But even with that defect, Aizawa remained bright and confident, boasting about her accomplishments everyday after her daycare sessions. This childhood innocence however, wouldn’t last for long as Tsumiki remembered the day she’d sent her daughter off to middle school, unaware of how cruel people could be.

She’d returned home from her first day of middle school with a visible red mark on her cheeks, tears in her swollen eyes as she confronted her outraged mother. Furious at the abuse her daughter faced but remaining unable to do anything about it as her complaints remained ignored. Unaware of the bullies' parents having connections in high places, something she didn’t have to shield Aizawa with.

Slowly but surely, the sunflower her daughter once was slowly wilted, losing her bright demeanour as she continued going to school, each passing day leaving her more and more dishevelled to the point where Tsumiki herself spent her nights alone and depressed, her own daughter ignoring her, heading straight to her room after day at school, eating dinner without a word spoken, her darkened eyes never making eye contact with her. But despite all the neglect, Tsumiki was proud of her baby girl for doing her best in school despite the bullying and abuse, remaining powerless to help her as it became a daily thing for them.

Strangely though, she never once begged for a transfer. Vehemently protesting when she proposed going to another all-girls school nearby.

“I-It’s better t-this way…f-for all w-w-we know, it c-could be w-worse there than it i-is now…thanks M-Ma, b-but i’m f-f-fine…really!” She’d said, before returning to her room after that short family meeting.

Before she knew it, years had flown past, and the time came for her girl to enroll in high school, the same worries gnawing away at her as she waited with bated breath for Aizawa to return home. After hearing about what high school kids had been doing to each other, she feared for her daughter’s safety.

Only to be met with an unusual sight, one she hadn’t seen in years as her daughter came bumbling in through the front door, humming a happy tune under her breath, an undeniable look of happiness on her face…despite the bruises she could see visible on her arms and legs.

After a brief exchange of words, what her daughter told her next left her baffled as she insisted on getting her injuries checked out. Apparently her baby girl had found someone interesting, someone who had protected her on her first day at school, and someone who she could talk to without worrying about her appearance.

Everyday, things seemed to light up for her little girl, wearing the sullen mask she’d grown so used to putting on for over half of her young life and returning cheerful and eager to share her experiences with his young man who Tsumiki thanked whole heartedly. It made her heart ring with a nostalgia not felt in years.

Until one fine Sunday evening where Tsumiki had joined Aizawa in her room, deciding it was time to teach her daughter how to snare and bag her man in her grasp. Failing to ignore how voluptuous and beautiful her daughter had grown over the years, looking much like she had in her teenage years minus the sunken eyes and shorter hairdo.

Tsumiki could still remember the shock of being told her daughter had plans of her own for the coming school day, supposedly already ‘experienced’ in how to best use her body to please her target as she hesitantly showed off the collection of sex toys in her drawer to her own mother, sweating profusely with a shy grin on her face.

Leading to her current predicament, coming off frustrated at the fact that her supposedly innocent daughter had indulged herself in the carnal pleasures of the flesh while she had remained alone and single all those years caring for her. It left her restless at night as her mind flashed back to the image of the impressively sized sex toys in her daughters cabinet, unable to take her mind off of them as she remembered her own past as a vulgar minx that could never settle down.

After years of a life busy caring for her child, Tsumiki had given into her lust that night, installing a dating app on her phone before setting up her account. Thanks to modern advances, finding a quick lay was never this easy. She still remembered the times where she had to prowl the streets looking for a stud that could last against her hungering body. Tsumiki had shut her phone off with a smile on her face that night as she went to sleep.

“Hey, are you…Miki? From the dating app?”

Tsumiki jolted awake from her daydream as she realized she’d almost dozed off in the warm afternoon sun. Opening her weary eyes and coming face to face with the young brown haired man she’d seen in the short conversation she had online. Her heart racing as she took the hand he offered her, adjusting her pink glasses with the other as she got to her feet.

Oh my, what an adorable young man!

From there, the couple had trotted off towards the beach where they’d initially promised to meet up at, Tsumiki pampering the young man like a child as he accepted her approach wholeheartedly. Despite his thuggish appearance, the man melted like putty in her arms, coddling him without resistance as she squished her breasts into him, eyeing the throbbing dick in his pants with a fire she hadn’t experienced in years.

Time flew by and before she knew it, Tsumiki was resting snugly under a beach umbrella, enjoying her time bathing in the warmth of the sun and the way the warm rays kissed her exposed skin, finally enjoying a freedom she hadn’t felt in years.

Speaking of freedom..it was sometime around 4pm now, suspecting that if things had gone right, her lovely daughter would’ve bagged herself a loving man who would be by her side from now on, eager to meet the stud that had caught her eye for herself.

Hopefully Aikawa would bring him by on her way back for some naughty time in her room, she’d been surprised at how ‘hungry’ her daughter had been as she showed off her sex toys to her own mother, almost slipping the bright pink dildo in her hand under her skirt as if on reflex. The same dildo now sitting snugly in her bag in anticipation for her own fun time with that young man from earlier.

That was when she’d noticed a cute number watching her quietly out on the waves, the strangely familiar tall blonde girl’s body on display, her skimpy bikini doing little to keep her assets hidden as she just stood there, even as their eyes met, a look of acknowledgement exchanged as if both women knew what they were really there for, before her date returned, offering his hand to her as she rose to her feet, tits and ass jiggling in her tight fitting purple bikini as they strode off arm in arm towards the local restroom, eager to kick things into gear as she wished that sexy young blonde as much luck as she had in bagging herself a hot young man to fuck her raw…

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Back in the darkened empty halls of the subway station, a lone figure approaches from the other side of the wrecked door, eyes focused on the thick book left lying in the middle of the room as he picks it up, grinning at the cover as it slowly solidifies from the swirl of colors; depicting four women dressed up like sluts with their ridiculously proportioned bodies straining against their strained clothes. Above them, the title of the pornographic manga materialized; Welcome to Mizunaga High.

Flipping through the pages, the man was greeted to a lengthy series of short stories depicting each of the four women ending up in precarious situations that led to them receiving a solid round of sex. The man chuckled in satisfaction, he did after all, prefer a pure relationship between loving men and women.

Even if said women were unwillingly forced into their roles as eye catching 2D anime girls designed for the sole purpose of being fucked silly, unaware of the lives as superheroines as they now led entirely different ones within the realm of a magical book provided to him by a certain benefactor who had a knack for the kinkier side of things.

–

Flipping through the first chapter, the man speedread the story of Aizawa Miho, formerly the amazonian woman simply known as Aniya, a 19 year old girl born into misfortune; from her slightly obese body to the condition that resulted in her being unable to regulate her sweat and body odour.

He’d almost have been touched by her story, if it weren’t for the depraved thoughts running through the girls mind as she spent her days talking with her boyfriend (from the reader's perspective) after confessing her feelings to him on the day she’d stripped naked, putting on a simple apron before revealing herself behind the curtains as the two had their first time in the empty nurse’s office, going at it in a roleplay session with Aizawa as a slutty cafe waitress and

Though he was certainly pleased at the bonus short, starring a sexy tomboy that looked very much like what Aizawa would’ve grown up to be if she hadn’t been bullied into depravity. Revealed to be the girl’s daughter as a short panel showed her MILF’y grown up self explaining the in’s-and-out’s of sex and how to win over a boyfriend.

Moving onto the second story in the series, the man couldn’t help but grow hard as he read through the sexual escapades of Izumi Ranko, formerly the Vampire Lord; Celine Nightwing, who had kept her true name to the grave as she now fully indulged herself in her new role as the resident slut of Mizunaga High, screwing random men from students to tired businessmen.

Until she met the new rookie prefect in the school, unfortunate enough to have Izumi as his first issue to tackle. Giving in to the thirsty young woman’s demands and almost daily sessions together ranging from hardcore sex to simple cuddling together, with Izumi playing the role of a doting mother to the tiny Jin, emptying many a load into her aching womb as she rubbed at his head fondly.

The man loved the leadup to the next story, hinting constantly at a senior of Izumi’s the girl looked up to, revealed to be a stunning blonde bitch of a teen. With a fierce demeanour, bratty personality and a lust to shame all others, the man was surprised to learn that the former smarts of the heroine team, Rosine, had taken on the role of Yuko Katsuragi. The thirsty delinquent going through a variety of men on her journey to sate her lust, ending with an uneventful sequence of pages that really only served to highlight her nicely drawn figure in a sexy, revealing bikini as she masturbated in the changing rooms. Leaving rather quietly after receiving a text message from an unknown contact.

The bonus pages revealed an amazing scene depicting Yuko and her henchman; Izumi, lying in bed stark naked, their bodies slick with sweat as they argued with each other which girl Jin preferred the most as cum oozed out of their sopping wet lower lips, the heavily censored naughty bits filled to the brim with thick white stuff as their small nubs twitched and spasmed for more.

A fitting end he supposed, considering he’d read up on a rumour that Rosine and Celine were sort of a thing in the group. Their bond being strong enough to carry through to their perverse new lives, albeit twisted into a polygamous relationship with a young boy that had the stamina and the skill to satisfy their aching bodies.

Last on the list was a short story that served to link up with the first chapter, this time focusing on the mother of Aikawa; Tsumiki Miho. Given form from the quiet ranger of the team, Malina. Now this was news to him. Given the fact that Malina had ended up the doting, sex starved mother of the former Aniya. Did that imply a deeper relationship between the two like it had with Izumi and Yuko, or was it just the magic at work?

But enough of that, there was a sexy porno to enjoy…

Having a thing for MILF’s, the man couldn’t help but stay glued to each page of this final chapter, lustfully taking in each raunchy scenario Tsumiki found herself in as she hooked up with a young man from Mizunaga High as he gave her weathered old body the joy she hadn’t experienced in years, ravishing her plump form in every way possible as the sexy womb tattoo on Tsukimi’s soft belly only added more to the art.

With that, the man pockets the book into his bag, eager to get going back to base to report his success.

He wondered what other scenarios he could get his supplier to provide him now that he knew the concept he’d proposed was a stunning success…

Up top however, the law enforcement squads would leave the abandoned subway, missing 4 people as they reported the loss of the heroine team after hours had passed without their return. Marked as MIA by the League.

Meanwhile, a certain doujin would begin to make waves online, made by a nameless artist who would bless the world with many more similar works over the coming days…

THE END