“Do you ever think our job is kinda shady?” Iris asked.
“No, why?” Molly replied.
The pair of bunnysuited young women, the first a blonde-haired, blue eyed girl while the other was a dark skinned brunette with a more mature look to her, were taking a break at the Metamorphic Casino’s bar, looking over the main gambling floor. Someone had won a jackpot at a slot machine, and along with a significant sum of cash, had gained a large number of a different kind of chip. When he cashed them in, he went from looking like a street bum to a respectable businessman.
On the other end of the spectrum, someone kept rolling the roulette, losing and losing and losing. She’d come in as a prim and proper woman, possibly a schoolteacher going from her attitude. Now, she didn’t seem to actually understand the game she was playing anymore, focused instead on flirtation and making sure the staff member running the wheel got a good look at how her bust now strained against her clothing - Iris was sure she saw a button pop off.
“I mean… people come in here and bet away a lot more than money, you know.” Iris said, sipping at her drink. “I don’t know, ain’t that illegal? I mean, I get it, I bet some intelligence myself and won big and that felt nice, but…”
“Oh, it would be in a lot of cases.” Molly conceded, “But this is different. You heard about that place that got busted last week? Real similar to ours, except people didn’t know what they were betting. Turns out, you can bend a lot of laws if you tell the people what they’re signing up for up front.”
Iris shrugged. “I mean, I guess. Know the rights and stuff…”
“You came in even knowing everything, and so did they. Can’t complain where it got you, yeah?” Molly took another sip of the drink.
“I dunno,” Iris said, cupping her bust, “I think I could have done without growing tits.”
“Trust me, you look way better this way. I remember seeing you come in here looking like you’d get the fat bastard tag on a hentai or something, now you get to be the part of it people are actually there to see. I know I have~” Molly laughed as Iris’ face turned red - it was either anger, or blush, or a mixture of both.
Iris managed to calm herself, even if she’d have preferred to smash her glass over the other bunny-suited waitress’ head. “And I’m sure you were so nice looking yourself.”
“Hey, all that changed for me is the outfit~” Molly said with a smirk. After taking a moment to revel in her response, she looked over her shoulder and frowned. “Hey, heads up. Got a couple suits coming in.”
Iris sighed and stood, turning to face the door. At the entrance were two people, a man and a woman in matching red and blue bodysuits and face masks. Looking for the bouncers, Iris could see one of them slumped against the wall and the other sprawled on the ground. “Well, let’s get this over with then,” she said, before walking up to the costumed pair.
“Never fear, my lady, for I, Captai-” the man started.
“Hey, suits, you have a warrant or did you just assault the bouncers for the fun of it?” Iris interrupted.
The man made a choking noise, while his companion laughed. “Ha! That was hilarious!” she managed after a while, “You let a bimbo bunny call you out, bro, you gonna take that?”
Iris flushed. “Who do you think you’re calling a bimbo? I have a degree!”
“That you’re using to shake your tits at suckers. Right.” The superheroine said. “Not your fault, probably - this sort of place does brainwashing all the time and intelligence isn’t usually something they keep.”
“That is a rather serious accusation,” Molly said, sliding into the conversation. “But we still haven’t seen a warrant.”
“Who needs a warrant? We are the heroes Stone Drop (that’s myself) and Gem Riser (that’s my sister),” the man said after a moment, “People walk in here, and walk out as completely different people! You not thinking that’s illegal is proof you’re either a brainwashed minion or in on it. Probably the first one, I’d love to save a lovely damsel in distress such as yourself.”
“Did you read the sign outside?” Molly asked.
“No, why-”
“Because that advertises exactly what this casino is about,” said a new female voice from behind them. Iris glanced behind her and grinned, as a tall, black-haired woman in a suit (as in formalwear not a bunny suit) strode towards them. “You bet traits, you get traits if you win. We have our licenses framed on the wall, but you walked right past. You punched the guards before they could offer the waiver, and we’ve got every one of those on file. You can analyze the entrance if you want, you won’t find any sort of mind affecting magic and the bouncers are 100% mundane and unaltered.”
“And who, exactly, do you think you are?” Gem Riser asked.
The woman in the suit gave a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “I am the proprietor of this establishment, Elsa. I am also the woman who will send you to prison for assaulting my employees without probable cause or a warrant for a search. You caught me in a good mood, though - leave right now, and pay any medical bills for the guards, and I won’t press charges.”
The heroes looked at each other, then laughed. “You can’t be serious! You just admitted to transformation magic-” Stone Drop said.
“Legally, with informed consent, yes,” Elsa said.
“And we can see the brainwashed bimbo bunnies, right here-” Gem Riser started, before being cut off by Elsa’s harsh glare.
“And now that’s harassment of employees added to the charges. You are beginning to anger me. Me being angry does not tend to go well for anyone involved. I suggest you leave before you embarrass yourselves and your profession more than you already have.”
The two heroes stared at Elsa. Iris smirked a bit. It was fun seeing the boss take a pair of suits to task over all the breaches in law and procedure - she probably knew it better than they did. Of course, she had the suspicion that that wouldn’t convince them. A suspicion soon confirmed as the pair pushed past her and Molly.
Elsa didn’t say a word as they approached. And she didn’t bat an eyelash as Stone Drop, his fist becoming encrusted with stone, threw a punch. She ducked under and around the blow, getting him in an armlock . “You’ve made a mistake.” she said. Not a threat, a mere statement of a fact.
Gem Riser threw a sapphire-coated kick at Elsa, trying to get her off of her brother, but all she accomplished was giving the man a roundhouse that sent him to the floor, before Elsa grabbed the leg and swept the other to knock the superheroine to the ground. A kick in the head later, both heroes were unconscious on the ground while any spectators returned to their gambling.
“They know the laws,” Elsa said simply, “Once a metahuman uses their powers against a non-villain, any amount of retaliation is justified. Iris, Molly, your assistance please. I think I have a better punishment in mind than pressing charges.”
The two bunny girls took Stone Drop by the arms - he was not a lightweight man. “Such as?” Iris asked.
Elsa hefted Gem Riser onto her shoulder as easily as a toy. “I like irony. What did they call you? Brainwashed bimbo bunnies?”
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Stone Drop groaned as he woke up. This wasn’t the first time he’d been knocked out by his sister’s carelessness. Usually though, when he woke up he’d be in a bed or something, not sitting upright. That told him something had gone wrong. Carefully, he examined his senses, trying to see if he could figure out where he was without letting on his being awake-
“Oh, cute, he thinks we didn’t notice.” a female voice said.
Stone Drop groaned again and opened his eyes. The room was… actually pretty nice. He’d been expecting a cold concrete cell. What he got was a warm lounge, with comfy seats and sofas, a lit fireplace and wood paneling. He was seated in a comfortable red-leather lounge chair, with his sister in a similar chair beside him. Across from them, reclining on the couch, was the probable villainess Elsa.
“Morning, ‘heroes’. You’ve been out for some time.” she said.
Stone Drop tried to lunge for her, but found he couldn’t move much - he was chained to the chair, which in turn seemed well secured to the ground. He tried to activate his powers, but found he couldn’t.
“Don’t bother. I tried earlier.” Gem Riser said with a sigh, leaning back in the chair.
“This is the sixth time this has happened,” Elsa noted cheerfully, “After the third lawsuit was filed, I got some power nullifying chains out of the settlement. You really made a mistake, you know.”
“We’re heroes! Our job is to bring down women like you!”
Elsa raised an eyebrow. “Legitimate businesswomen, with all the licenses required? How heroic. You’re not the first newbies who think they’re tough I’ve had to deal with.”
“Is that where you get all your staff? Huh?” Stone Drop said.
“Well, one of them did come back for a summer job… but yes, we’ve worked out a deal, the association and I. I don’t press charges, and I help them teach you idiot newbies some humility and the importance of making sure your target is actually a villain.”
“And in exchange…?” Gem Riser said, wincing. Stone Drop frowned - she sounded like she already suspected what it was.
“In exchange, you work off your debt to me, and everything that entails. I’ve compiled a list of offenses and the monetary debts charged to them.”
“You can’t really expect us to-”
“Item 1: Disruption of patrons' enjoyment of our facilities, including causing some to leave. Estimated lost value is roughly $10,000.”
There was a bit of drama to the tone that caused Stone Drop to roll his eyes - at least until he rolled them over to see Gem Riser and how her uniform had changed from red to black. Looking down, his own blue uniform had gone through the same transformation. “What on… you said you weren’t a villain!”
“That’s right,” Elsa said, checking off a box, “I didn’t say I had no superpowers, though. You really do have the attention span of a goldfish, don’t you? Item 2: Damage to doors. Stained glass, very expensive. Paying the artist for new ones, as well as refitting the doorframes, labor costs, and potential lost revenue from customers staying out while we repair… $10,000.” As she spoke and checked off another box, more changes rippled through the pair. Gem Riser’s outfit changed further, the tight fabric receding from her shoulders and arms, giving her a plunging neckline. The same happened to Stone Drop’s outfit… except in addition to that, his extremely broad shoulders narrowed, and he dropped a significant amount of muscle.
“What on earth? The hell do you think you’re doing to me!?” he shouted.
Gem Riser sighed. “Why are you surprised? She’s transforming us, why bother leaving us looking the same?”
“You’ll regret this when we’re done here!” Stone Riser continued.
“...Man, I’m sorry you have to deal with this idiot.” Elsa said, looking over at Gem Riser.
“Can’t choose your family,” the woman said with a shrug, “Fair’s fair, he has to deal with me.”
“Indeed. I’m adding on that personal death threat - it’s all death threats when superpowers are involved you know - for a $20,000 charge on you specifically, Stone Drop.”
Stone Drop gasped as he felt the change a lot deeper this time - or at least, a lot lower. His voice came out at a significantly higher pitch and tone when he spoke again, gripping at his crotch where something had gone missing. “Oh come on!” the newly minted woman groaned.
“Medical bills, including all procedures for broken limbs, physical therapy, any psychological counseling needed, and so on and so forth for the two bouncers, plus new hiring costs… $60,000. For each of them.”
This heaping bill forced a dramatic change on both of the heroes. Now, the legs of their body suits receded into their outfits, leaving them with black leotard-style outfits. They were quickly replaced with fishnet stockings, however - and this was at the same time as their bodies shifted and molded to better fit the new forms. Stone Drop found her chest ballooning outwards into a lovely bosom, while Gem Riser got a few cup sizes. Their hair lengthened nearly to their butts, Stone Drop’s turning red while her sister’s turned blue. Speaking of which, those butts also grew out to properly stretch their clothing. Both women (including the one that had been a man) now had bombshell bodies - along with Stone Drop getting a facial makeover until she looked nearly identical to her sister.
“And finally, emotional damages for calling my two favorite employees… what was it, ‘bimbo bunnies’? I think there’ll be an extra charge for that as well, perhaps something fitting the crime… girls?”
Iris and Molly, right on cue, slid something onto Stone Drop and Gem Riser’s heads. They were a pair of headphones, with bunny-ears on top, which immediately started pumping out music. The discordant bubblegum pop blasted itself directly into their brains…
“Hop hop hop, it's fun fun fun,” the lyrics went. Stone Drop tried to reach up to pull off the ears, but to no avail as she remained chained.
“To let yourself become a bun.” Gem Riser groaned - she could feel what was happening and she was pretty sure it was because of what she said…
“Pop pop pop, your gum gum gum” What gum? Stone Drop thought, although she wasn’t sure why it mattered...
“As your bunny brain gets nice and dumb.” Brainwashing was so predictable… surely Gem Riser could resist getting nice and dumb…
“No more thought and no more brain,” The red-haired girl giggled, a bit of drool coming out of her mouth. “No more thought and no more brain~” she repeated mindlessly.
“Ideas just cause dumb bunnies pain.” The nameless blue-haired girl laughed. What had she been thinking about? Her head hurt, she just wanted to bounce… “Ideas just cause dumb bunnies pain~”
“So bounce bounce bounce, with glee glee glee,” the music said, and it was chorused by the bunnygirls.
“Cause you're a mindless dumb bunny!”
As the song finished, one could almost hear their minds go ‘pop’. The newly minted bunnygirls giggled and stared into space.
Elsa smiled. “Well girls… looks like you’ve got a couple coworkers to train. Why don’t you bring… Velvet and Louise, to your private rooms, and… show them the ropes.”
Iris looked the pair over. “Which one’s which?”
“Does it matter?” Elsa shrugged.
Molly laughed. “Not really!”
With that, the pair roused the giggling, brainless bunnies and started to gently guide them to their respective rooms.
Elsa smiled. She preferred having some smart staff, but well, sometimes it was nice to have a few brain drained sluts lying around. It would be a couple years before they paid off their debt, and by the time they were done she was sure that the newly minted bunnies would have thought long and hard about their errors.
At least, they’d certainly think about long and hard things.