"A warning, "grumbled Raven, flying over the streets of Jump City and scoffing again and again at how little faith Robin had in her. None of the Titans were around when the alarms went off warning of villain activity except Raven, who had been bored out of her mind. The alarms warned that the activity seemed to be for the new villain around the city, one who went by The Bimbomancer, a man with a penchant for kidnapping women. Nobody knew what for, but his self-designated moniker did not inspire great courage in it being anything pure or good. Robin had set the computer up to warn Raven against going alone if she answered the alarm herself, which left her a fair kind of indignant.
"Nobody needs a warning less than me," she told herself, scanning the ground with her eyes, knowing roughly where he had been spotted and expecting him not to have gotten far. "I'm good. I can do this. It's just one asshole with a hypnosis gimmick. I got out of that before, and I'm stronger now." Cocky and burning with resolute intensity, Raven was certain of herself, sure she could get the job done and that she'd have Robin apologizing for doubting her when all of this was over. That was a good plan. Raven liked the sound of that, pondering to herself how easy it could be and how much everyone was going to have to recognize her ability when she single-handedly took him down.
"You're going to turn into such a babe," said a voice ringing with crystal clarity over confused noises and yells. Raven's eyes darted right toward it, and to the sight of a man wooing forward a woman. On one hand, his clothes made him look like a bad movie genie, with loose pants, a vest, and no shirt underneath it. On the other, with his long blond locks, strong features, and muscular chest, he looked like he belonged on the cover of a romance novel. But there was something weird about him, and that was Raven's first indication that she definitely had her man.
That was the Bimbomancer.
"I don't want to become a babe," weakly muttered Huntress, who trembled and wavered while he held her in his grasp, his mere stare alone making her body writhe. "I won't--I can't--"
"Get away from her, scumbag," Raven said in as tense and terse a voice as she could, bringing up a magical wall between the two of them. "Run on ahead, I have him," she said, and Huntress seemed shaken enough to turn tail and run, her mind so compromised that fear instinct kicked in, overriding everything else that could have held her there. She bailed, and Raven was able to set foot down on the ground, staring down the Bimbomancer. "And what do you think you're doing?"
"You chased off a babe!" he shouted. "What a bitch!" He looked at her again, and his demeanor softened. "Oh, wait. A goth chick. You could turn pretty hot, I bet, if you let me take you with me."
"Not even in your dreams," Raven said, and a bolt of magical energy formed around her hand. "You should come with me easily and not make this into anything ugly." She hurled the bolt forward, ready to make quick work of all of this.
The Bimbomancer rolled out of the way, fast on his feet and keeping mobile. "You should totally stop fighting me and accept that you want to be a babe," he said. "You'd make a hot babe. Goth chicks can be hot too, but they need to stop being so gloomy."
"I quite enjoy being gloomy," Raven muttered, bringing up more magic. The Bimbomancer proved too fast to really keep pinned down; she tried to keep the pressure on with magic, but she noticed he was avoiding engaging with her, just shifting away from her attacks. It was frustrating, but she felt like she could nail him down if only she kept the pressure up. "I won't run out of energy before you do. Just give up."
"Fatter tits, some piercings, and a sluttier costume would make you look better," he said. "You have to embrace it. Become a babe."
"The eighties are over, and this isn't a beach," she muttered. But as she lunged forward to try and take the initiative, her balance felt off. Raven pitched too hard forward, having to jerk her flight up before she fell to the floor. Something about her felt more top-heavy, but she didn't dwell on what, simply flying forward to bumrush him and deal with all of this before it got out of hand. The Bimbomancer avoided her again, and he gave a smack to her ass in the process. "Dickhead," she snarled. He was getting on her fucking nerves.
The Bimbomancer kept playing defensive, avoiding her efforts and keeping away from her, making her scramble and struggle harder. Her focus kept waning in ways she didn't understand and very much did not like, but Raven was determined to keep pushing and fighting through all of that, knowing it was only a matter of time, knowing she could take him down, no matter what he was doing to her. "You're already losing."
"What does that even mean?" A flash of anger made Raven's focus falter, made her crash to the ground. She pushed herself up hastily and flung herself toward the Bimbomancer again, refusing to let this stop as pride became more and more of a pressing factor behind her reactions. "Stay fucking still! I'm taking you!"
"You'll be taking me alright, babe," he said, and she wanted to scream. This wasn't working right, but Raven didn't really know how to make it work. Her frustration only grew more intense and desperate by the second, the dizzy anger leaving her with less and less idea of exactly how to handle him and his depraved efforts.
This was infuriating, but everything Raven did felt like it was getting her nowhere, and nowhere fast. She kept trying to pounce on him, losing her grasp on her magic and taking wild swings with her bare fists instead. She tried to get him, but he kept avoiding her, kept ducking away at the final moment. It made her angrier, but she was powerless to nail him down and make this stop. She kept moving, kept pushing, kept furiously trying to make this stop and to get what she wanted out of this. But as she tried to push for this, there was a problem here she was absolutely not ready for now.
She finally did reach him, but she did so falling to her knees, pulling his pants down, and throwing herself throat-first down onto his fat cock.
The Raven who hit her knees was not the Raven who hit the ground in the first place. She was a fundamentally changed woman in several ways. Her violet hair now had stark, neon pink highlights throughout and even a full-length blonde streak on the right side. Her bodysuit now bulged to contain oversized breasts, fuller hips, and a bigger ass than she'd ever had before, the material struggling threatening to tear entirely. Her transformations had also, inexplicably, manifested metal. Piercings along her eyebrow, nose, ears, lower lip, and tongue, alongside places still covered by her body. Her usually pale gray skin took on a slightly darker tone, the facsimile of something like a tan. Raven never had a tan. The Bimbomancer had stalled for long enough to transform her, to manifest piercings and a different body.
And a personality to go with it, as Raven gagged on the huge cock and choked it down, sputtering loudly on him while she fondled her newly slutty body. She felt herself up, feeling the strains in the material and knowing where things could be broken, where she could tear at it all and expose her breasts to the evening air. She did exactly that, ripping the material open and freeing her newly rounder, fuller, plumper breasts. A massive rack on someone who always wanted to keep a low profile, capped off with barbell piercings studied with rubies that would strain against everything she wore from that moment on, but she didn't care about any of that now.
Instead, she pulled up from the cock, drool dripping from her slightly fuller lips as she brought her chest up around his cock. "Thank you for this," she moaned, her eyes going cross as she started up and down on his cock with them. They looked fake. Her breasts blatantly looked like she'd gotten implants, but that was now their natural shape, concrete tits for a less than concrete mind. "I'm going to take you now. I'm going to take you."
"You're going to take every inch of this, babe," the Bimbomancer said, his eyes widening while he soaked in the sight of her. "I've never turned a goth chick into a slut before. You look pretty bomb."
"I'm so bomb," she whined, her head rocking a little, hazy pleasure carrying her. With desperate, sinful giggles, Raven fell further from herself, a new fixation consuming her while she worked at the dizzy pleasures. This was all very intense, demanding, bringing with it the rush of pleasures to keep falling into, and there was absolutely no good sense in her head now. The Bimbomancer was a villain, and Raven had come to take him to jail, but she was now much too fixated on other things, pleasures growing madder through the heat and the persistence of pleasures that simply were not letting up. She wasn't herself, and she didn't really want anything to change that. She was determined, desperate, and falling into mad heat now.
Her pussy was soaking wet, and as she stared down at the Bimbomancer's cock sticking out of her tits, she delighted in seeing it was big enough for her dive to down and get her mouth around the head, sucking it while she gave him a titfuck. "You're so hunky," she moaned, dizzily throwing herself into weirder pleasures, into the fire and persistence of pure delirium now. Even only a few inches of cock had to be sucked with the most relentless and sloppy intensity, with the ravenously sloppy adoration of someone completely committed to the moment and to giving in. "You're a so hunky, and I'm going to be your goth slut now." She kept speaking through breaks in the slobbering, unable to shut up.
The Bimbomancer grabbed her head and pulled her down, shutting her up and forcing her to focus on his cock. Which she did. Happily, she kept slobbering and slurping, taking him down without a shred of care or restraint. She didn't need anything but the pleasure of fully giving in to this mess, a sensation growing weirder by the second, and she couldn't resist it now. Raven understood only the desperation of pushing harder forward, learning a deranged lesson with each shove forward, each push into pure madness. Raven wanted it, and she wasn't able to coherently understand how anyone could have wanted anything else.
Raven was a babe now. A happy, giggly, upbeat goth slut with a killer body, and she wanted to be rocked by this hunky dude with the big dick and the handsome smile. It was all she understood, and Raven pursued it with greedy, senseless excitement, with a delirious lust carrying her on for more, the pleasure bringing with it something truly shameless. There was no time for restraint, no reason for it. The slavish, greedy spectacle of pushing harder forward did everything Raven needed it to, and her thoughts were fixated only on the idea of beautiful surrender to these mad satisfactions.
Raven was a bimbo now.
"Gonna cum, babe. I want to paint your face white."
"I want it all over my face," Raven moaned, yanking back from his cock, still jerking her tits along him, moving with a bounce and a pep thoroughly unlike anything she had shown before. Raven was in rare form and she was committed to the single-minded fascination now of pure fixation, and for her trouble, she received cum all over her face, the eruption of gooey spectacle painting her features, making her tremble in hopeless excitement and greed. There wasn't anything quite like the mess being made of her here, the pleasure grander and wilder than she could have imagined, and she moaned like a bitch in heat as the ravenous lusts all dragged her down. "Will you fuck me now?" she asked.
"Of course I will, babe." But the Bimbomancer milked everything he could out of the moment, smacking his cock down against her lips, making her stick her pierced tongue out for him. "Yeah, that's hot." He picked her up effortlessly. "Do you like your new body now?"
"I'm so much happier as a bimbo now," she moaned, her eyes going cross with joy as she was lifted up by a strong man. "Oh, you're so strong and rugged! I'm happy to be in the arms of such a man!"
The Bimbomancer shoved her up against a dumpster, suspended in his arms and leaned back against it. Her leotard was easy to rip away more of while Raven giggled her way through wild delirium, through the giggling excitement of her abrupt transformation. Being dumb suited her just fine as she spread her legs out, and as he slammed his cock into her, she braced herself back against the dumpster with her shoulders. His first thrust into her was already a dream come true, making her moan, "I needed a guy with a huge cock to fuck me dumb!" while delighting in the utter insanity behind these spectacles.
Wasting no time in hammering forward, the Bimbomancer threw himself into this as hard as he could. From this position, her big tits had no choice but to bounce about madly, heaving up and down in the midst of pure insanity while he had his way with her. Raven was completely addicted to these efforts and t their ruinous excitements, an attention divorced from anything sensible or good. That was how she wanted it, her legs wrapping around his back, now wearing knee-high leather fuck-me boots as she clung to him. Raven only wanted one thing, and she was thoroughly addicted in her desperate push forward to get it. She offered herself up as easy prey.
But how could she not when it felt so good? Every delirious moan from Raven showed off just how ready she was to fall into the throes of chaos, to give in to these pleasures and all of their worsening pressures, a raw excitement to completely succumb to, letting the mindless pleasure keep pushing her into stranger heights of delight. She was dizzy, slutty, more than a little dumb, but Raven had never felt happier than she did in that moment with her brain fully shut off, where all she could possibly understand was the sinful satisfaction of completely falling apart. She was happiest here. Blissful. It was all she wanted from now on.
There wasn't anything quite like the crushing joy of being subjugated like this. Her will wasn't hers, but she didn't care about any of that. She didn't need a will. She was just a silly girl with a dumb, empty head. Her tits were what was full now. So heavy, bouncing madly about while the raw slams stuffed her cunt and pounded hard into her. "You can do whatever you want to me. I'm just a little goth fuckdoll," she moaned. It felt liberating to say. She was having a blast here.
"You're such a fucking babe now, babe," the Bimbomancer said, flashing a pearly white smile while he continued ravaging her, pushing Raven's body along for his own satisfaction, driving her into worsening pleasures and excitements with each shove forward. This was so ridiculous and feverish, but the pleasure kept coming with such brilliant fire that it didn't matter. She just wanted more of this, bucking harder against the twisting fascination of giving up to all of this. It felt too good, driving her into stranger excitements and a depraved rush of pleasure that felt like the senseless pinnacle of lust now. This was so perfect, so fierce, and every ditzy fever made her feel better and better.
"Cum in me and make me happy. I don't want to be full of thoughts anymore, I want to be full of cum!" Raven's eyes rolled back into her head as the pleasure of an orgasm like she had never known before burned through her. She'd never felt better than she did in the heat of the moment, in the throes of pure fascination and surrender. It was something truly beautiful, and she was powerless to fight how nice it felt, especially as he slammed into her and filled her up, made her squeal and twist through the mad delight of being pumped full. All his gooey, thick cum filled her womb up, made Raven twist in a satisfaction unlike anything she'd known before, and it was the best argument anyone could have made for staying exactly like this. The pinnacle of ecstasy lay in surrender and submission.
The Bimbomancer wasn't done with his new convert. He set her down onto the ground and turned her around, bending her now over the dumpster and grabbing her plus cheeks. "This is the ass of a perfect babe," he told her.
"A big, fat, fuckable ass," giggled Raven, moaning and wiggling her hips. "Do it. I'm done being a prude for anal sex. My last boyfriend never got it, but he's Loser Boy now, and I'm all about hunks like you." She was dizzily determined only to keep falling, and as the Bimbomancer rammed his cock up her ass, she became an even louder, even more desperate mess, vocally appreciating only the crushing joy of being pushed to the limit. "Yes, fuck! Oh my god, your big dick up my ass feels amazing, I love anal sex! I'm such a slut now!"
Wild, purpose-driven slams into her made Raven feel better and better, and she was happy to keep falling. Her descent was rapid, and the Bimbomancer expected more of a fight out of her, but she rapidly broke down, body and mind, into one of his best works yet. "I didn't know goth chicks could be so easy," he groaned, keeping up the fiery thrills of a pace that made Raven buckle under the delirium of pure ruin. She was powerless to fight it, growing more erratic and panicked by the second about the pleasures that had her completely lost to these feelings. It was enough to keep her happily losing her mind, to make everything feel like such a beautiful frontier of fire and fever that she couldn't keep her head on straight anymore. This was unreal, a frontier of persistent pleasures that didn't feel reasonable or sane, but which kept pushing her to the limit of beautiful sense.
"Robin was right, a dumb, stupid girl like me shouldn't go off alone. Girls are useless for anything except getting fucked!" Drooling and babbling her way through sexist discoveries, Raven was simply consumed by her lusts and by the joy of embracing her new bimbofied state. Within it, this all seemed better, and Raven was happy to keep sliding, to fall into weirder passion and pleasure. This was too much, and she felt powerless to handle all of it. Pure euphoria followed, and it was simply too grand and too beautiful to resist now.
Raven's big, round ass bounced while she got fucked. It looked fake, too, like she'd had implants put in. She didn't care about anything other than it was big and fuckable, though, and as the Bimbomancer hammered into her, he proved it very much was. Everything carried her into madder excitement, into the pleasures that couldn't be contained for a second. It was too much, and everything felt like a chance to fully fall to pieces. Raven was all too happy to fall into the ludicrous hysterics of giving completely up, craving the maniacal fever and pleasure of pure surrender. It was too good to believe, inescapable and hot and bringing her what she needed harder by the second, feeding a sense of persistent desperation she was eager to continue succumbing to.
Anal was amazing. She wished she'd known sooner, but she was happy to learn now, her boots rooted firm on the floor and every mad sense of pulsating fever inside of her begging Raven to keep receiving these attentions. The pleasure was everything she craved, everything she could have wanted manifesting with dizzy sweeps across her thoughts, and she couldn't believe that it was all coming on so strong now. It was incredible, and she felt like she was right where she needed to be in the utter collapse of reason.
When she came, Raven came hard. Even harder this time. It was euphoria burning across her bod and sending her spiraling into chaos, a pleasure she couldn't believe, but which brought her precisely what she craved all at once. the burning pleasures swept wilder across her, made her lose all focus and sense. Maniacal bliss ripped through her, had her moans and heaving about, struggling for sense and savouring only the delight of plunging into chaos. When the Bimbomancer slammed forward and pumped her ass full of cum, she felt the dreamy, floaty joy consume her.
Raven was fully consumed, fully bimbofied, and she was happier that way. Only one thought was left in her head as she shook through it, as the Bimbomancer pulled out of her ass and her legs shook. "Mm, we should go get Starfire. She'd be such a good bimbo, and I've always wanted to eat her ass out. She's got a big one already."
"A big assed babe? Hell yeah, let's go."
Raven just had to remember where Starfire was. She couldn't think very well. The downside to being too dumb for anything but cock, she supposed.