"Aaaaand welcome, one and all, to the thrilling finale of-"

"HAP! LESS! HEROINE!"

"Music to my ears folks. I am your host, Arcadia-" The villain smiled and posed at center stage to the whoops and cheers of the crowd. "-and last we left our hapless heroines they had just completed three rounds of simple games and brutally honest Q&A leading to quite a bit of T&A along with everyone getting to learn quite a bit about our three lovely contestants… and maybe teach them a thing or two about themselves along the way. In fact, I think it would be rude to not let them enjoy being their true selves… so while giving all of us a bit of a show let us welcome our contestants back starting with our current leader at 6 points… Detective Morgan Cross!"

Morgan couldn't help but feel self-conscious as she walked back to her podium, foot restraints gone but wondering if they’d reappear as she settled into position behind it. Nudity would have been easier for her to digest, the slutty maid costume she had put on of her own will making her weak as submissive desires pumped into her. Still, she unconsciously did her best to make it look good as she took her place on stage, worried about what her fellow contestants had fallen into during the break.

"Oh c'mon. Give the audience a little show, Detective!"

She didn't even have to think about it, her body striking a pose to show off her generous cleavage and stocking clad legs as the invisible crowd roared in approval. It took her a moment to realize her body had obeyed like second nature, and Morgan gripped the edges of her podium with embarrassment.

At least the restraints are gone. She doubted it would help her get out of her situation, but being able to move kept her from thinking about the strange unease of being in a body that felt more comfortable than the one she knew she should have.

"That's my girl! Or at least she will be soon." Arcadia laughed at her own little bit, lights flaring on stage to illuminate the far podium from Morgan. "In second place with a total of 3 points… Riley Cunningham aka Mighty Miss and now also known as… Dollface!"

The black latex clad woman hadn't waited for Arcadia to finish introducing her, the kabuki masked helmet blinking furiously as she moved to lean against the podium and sigh dramatically, as if bored already with having to finish her part. Morgan winced internally, knowing that somewhere underneath that transformed body and mask was a young woman vigilante who probably had nothing with the villain running the show now. She knew it wasn't important now, but Morgan took her memories of Riley and stored them away.

Can't save anyone else until I save myself.

"Care to give the audience what they're asking for?"

"No."

"Aww, not even a little flash of skin?"

"No."

Riley's voice had an unfamiliar accent, but that was to be expected. Every Dollface drone thought they were the original Dollface, even when faced with how absurd that reality would be when no doubt they had Riley's memories. Arcadia gave a short huff in annoyance as the two villains squared off, but Arcadia broke first back into a smile as lights revealed the third podium between the two other women.

"Normally I'd push but we're in the unique situation of her being both contestant and judge for the show tonight so we'll let it slide. Finally in last place with only 2 points but looking to make a comeback… Evelyn Steele aka the leader of the Femme Force Five… Vanguard!"

Shock rippled through Morgan as she watched Evelyn take the stage, the heroine having donned a version of her familiar costume that failed to hide any of her overabundant curves. Balancing on thigh high boots with stilettos as high as Morgan's own, she made a show of walking around her podium to lean against the front of it and wiggle her rear in the direction of the audience to roaring approval, giving off a spank across her tremendous rear. The invisible crowd clearly approved as their volume increased, making the slutty heroine giggle and use both hands to jiggle her ass for them before blowing a kiss and returning to the other side as Morgan watched on horrified.

Evelyn's face was a picture of lust, having clearly enjoyed the show and glancing over at the open-mouthed detective in her maid costume. "Have to play to win right?" Her voice was smug, the heroine looking over at Dollface whose body language reeked of boredom.

"Now that's what I'm talking about! Dare I say judges… worth a point?"

Dollface waved her hand but the lights of the stage expanded to reveal Big P leaning against a set piece behind the contestants. "Hell yeah, if she's gonna be one of my girls she's gonna have to get used to showing off like that."

Morgan could tell Evelyn enjoyed the way his baritone rolled over them, looking over her shoulder demurely as she shook her ass for the man behind her with her left hand. Now that she’d drawn attention to it, the chill the detective had felt watching Dollface walk out made itself known again as everyone paying attention noticed the missing wedding band on her finger.

"What the hell are you thinking?" Morgan whispered under her tone as Evelyn turned to look at her, eyes hidden by a domino mask but clearly unfazed by her change in attitude. "You're a hero, a leader. What about your husband? Think about what you're actually trying to win for instead of letting him get in your head."

She thought mentioning Kenneth would help stir some of the old Evelyn, but Morgan watched her look the maid-outfit slut and a sneer of dismissal cross her gorgeous face. “Why would a selfish bitch like you care? If you thought I was the hero here to save the day you wouldn’t be trying so hard to win. Just like the rest of this city… What’s the point of rescuing you if you’re going to make it harder than it should be?”

"What is the point indeed!" They both flinched as Arcadia made her presence known, having clearly heard everything that transpired between them. "Well, firstly the point for Round Four is going to Evelyn for that lovely little show and getting in the spirit of our program!"

Internally Morgan cursed. She didn't care about how the points were awarded in the inane game show painted over Arcadia's real motives, but Morgan also knew that between the three women who were kidnapped that she hadn't been affected nearly as much as Evelyn and clearly Riley had been. She had to focus, having lost the chance to guarantee her win apparently but her own words to Evelyn weren't just for the older woman glancing flirtily over her shoulder… Morgan knew she'd be as gone as Riley was now if she had accepted that collar.

"-and that means a spin of the wheel for our two other lovely ladies! Who would like to go first?"

"Is this really necessary?" Dollface was clearly annoyed that she had to continue to play along. "I have a timeline to keep."

"Thank you for volunteering! And yes, it's necessary. Didn't you read the brochure?" Arcadia walked over to the Wheel of Punishment as the latex-clad villain cursed, clearly in control of Riley but forced to continue the charade of the show as it was sent spinning to the sounds of lights and the crowd. "The good news is half the wheel is basically harmless to you in that state. Fifty-fifty odds are excellent… although I may have jinxed it considering you're now going to be dealing with bigger tits."

Everyone noticed the wheel slowly click, almost landing on 'brains' for the fourth time in Riley's case before the arrow tumbled over onto the panel showing a pair of cartoon breasts. Dollface wasn't pleased as she looked down, watching through the mask as her already enhanced chest swelled even further to an absurd degree. The twin cannonballs sat high and fake, protruding out comically and threatening to tear out of their latex prison as the villain muttered in annoyance.

"This wasn't part of the deal, Arcadia."

"This was always part of the deal because of how you do your… thing." Arcadia waved off the gesture of 'gratitude' Dollface threw her way, grinning maniacally over at Morgan as she grabbed the side of the wheel to send it spinning. "Now for the detective! Or should potential future maidservant?"

Morgan stood stone still as the wheel spun, having avoided any punishments so far but considering what had overcome Evelyn and Riley she was desperate for the same 'luck' as Dollface. She was still in the lead but it was clear she was still missing something. Aniyah was a brilliant woman, the actual show was a farce to turn the victims into whatever the clients had paid for, but there was definitely some element of chance because there were survivors who had beaten her at her own game. She had to just figure out what that game was.

A tingling in her chest drew her out of her thoughts, blinking furiously as she looked up and realized that her punishment had been selected. Morgan was lucky the fabric covering her cleavage was elastic as it stretched, a weird feeling like something was growing inside of her rather than her breasts just expanding. Worse, it felt amazing, a soft moan leaving her mouth as she felt implants settle in and begin to swell.

She was luckier than Dollface, who had already gone from excessively large to obscene in the span of an instant, but as Morgan tried not to orgasm her hand touched the sensitive flesh as it began to settle. Her new tits were firm, sitting high on her chest and barely covered by the thin white fabric that was struggling to contain the almost soccer-ball sized flesh. Her nipples were swollen and visible, and Morgan tried to regain her focus even as her hand stroked tiny bolts of pleasure through her body. She'd never been busty before, and clearly her body was enjoying having a chest to squeeze and grope and show off and-

"-and since she was the only one not to accept a generous gift from one of our judges, that will be a point for only Evelyn and Mol… Dollface."

Long blonde pigtails swished as Morgan's head snapped up to look at Arcadia, whose smile was lustful watching the detective give into the temptation to play with herself in favor of paying attention. She forced her hand off her breast and back to the podium, looking up at the scoreboard and seeing her lead dwindling as the other two were tied now at four.

"Well Ladies and Gentlemen, it has been an honor to be your host this evening but I fear our show is coming to a close. In fact all that is left is our final round of questions and it's looking like our winner is all but selected. Still the show must go on and who knows, there might be a surprise at the end after all."

Arcadia sorted out the cards in her hand, but didn't even pretend she was going to read them as she walked up to Dollface's podium, the villain still clearly pissed at the titanic tits all but bursting out of her latex bodysuit.

"Now I know everyone at home can probably guess your answer but the final question, as is tradition, is about asking our contestants who they really are. So tell me, are you Riley Cunningham, chemistry grad student and part-time vigilante Mighty Miss or… are you Dollface?"

"Yes it's obvious that I'm Dollface. Can you move this along? I have things to do and figure out how the hell I'm going to manage-" She gestured emphatically at her chest, the motion sharp enough to finally cause one of her breasts to pop out, leaving everyone to imagine the eyes behind the mask rolling in annoyance. "-this."

"You're no fun." Sticking her tongue out at the still angry villainess, Arcadia still pointed at the scoreboard to bring her up to 5 points before walking over to the center podium where Evelyn had spent her time not being under the spotlight gathering her wits and looking far more like herself than the lascivious woman she had come on stage as earlier. "Evelyn. Love the changes to your costume by the way. If you had all the other girls on your little Femme Force dressed like that you might even make me give up on crime."

"Not going to happen." Evelyn's voice was forced as the podium made a sound under her fingers crushing into it, the heroine clearly working hard to keep herself focused.

"Now why is that? I can think of at least one gentleman who would definitely appreciate it.” The words clearly shook Evelyn, but not in a good way as her eyes turned curious and fogged with lust. “Even with your late comeback you can't exactly win, and while your sponsor might not get exactly what he wants at the end of the day-" Morgan saw Big P stand straight from where he was leaning, eyes tightening as Arcadia looked over at him and winked. "-everyone is going to know that Evelyn Steele and Vanguard are one and the same… Well, all the bad guys who are watching right now anyway."

The heroine in question remained focused even as the invisible crowd laughed along with Arcadia. "Just ask the question."

"Of course, of course… Tell me Evelyn, are you feeling like the leader of the Femme Force Five Vanguard with a far sexier outfit or are you feeling more like one of Big Pimpin's eager whores?"

The question rattled through her transformed and aroused body, Evelyn left bouncing between the pain of the answer she should give and the pleasure of the other one that her body clearly wanted. She had thought her mind as well, but while she desperately wanted the thick cock of the man standing behind her, the idea of being one of his whores settled uncomfortably inside of her…

"Oh! Well that's certainly surprising. It looks like she's having some second thoughts…"

"I know how to solve that."

Arcadia looked up and moved back as Big P came striding up behind Evelyn, the heroine struggling to provide the answer she had told herself she was going to give before he got there. Her body didn't care though, looking back and seeing him undo his jeans and letting his massive cock stretch out towards her, causing Evelyn to bite her lip as her hips angled up for him. She was trying to think of anything that would give her the strength to resist and was coming up short. Her pride as a woman, as a CEO reaching the top of the corporate ladder, as a wife… Fuck why couldn't Kenneth be a real man. Her body and brain had experienced something unlike anything she had before and with that thick cock coming closer and closer she found herself caring less and less about all that.

There was still her pride as a heroine though, the Femme Force Five were more than teammates to her. She didn't have to risk herself, put herself in a position that led to her being on this show in the first place, but she did because while her body compared Big P to her husband and found the latter lacking in several respects… he was still a criminal. Evelyn couldn't let down the women she had brought together to make the city a better place despite its own best efforts to stop her, use her powers for good, and in doing so found a last grip of will to fight through the pain, her mouth working hard as she opened it to answer.

A scream of ecstasy was the only sound that came out of her mouth though as a big hand slipped around her slim waist and the massive girth of a hot steely rod slipped inside her soaked and willing cunt. Big P stretched her to the limit as he pushed, not even bothering to ease himself in as he forced her down his length. He knew her super-durable body could take it, and with his own powers stretching her body to his size he was soon sunk down to the hilt, heavy balls hitting the red piercing marking her as his once before he began pulling himself out and began to pound her into blissful mush.

"Oh god! You're so fucking big!" Evelyn's mouth had finally found a voice, but instead of answering the question it was to provide Big P with satisfied cries of pleasure as he pulled her up on top of the podium.

"Yeah? You like that don't you?"

"Ohhh… Fuck me. Fuckmefuckmefuckme." Evelyn was on repeat in time with each thrust, her enhanced ass sending thunderous claps through the studio as it shook with the force of Big P's actions… which wasn't enough for Evelyn apparently as she grabbed one of his hands and put it on her head, turning around to glare at the man impaling her.

"Fuck. Me."

Big P just chuckled as he grabbed a handful of her brunette hair and pulled hard, slamming his cock in hard enough to make the podium underneath her creak as she moaned.

"Hey, don't break the set. Super-proof gear is expensive." Arcadia looked annoyed as the villain just continued to fuck Evelyn to his own enjoyment, pulling one hand back to deliver a super-powered spank that Morgan felt even a few feet away. She made a face, realizing that it was probably at the hypersexualized hetero sex going on and giving Morgan second thoughts on whether or not she really minded her sudden sapphic disposition.

"Not to… interrupt- fuck, this is why I don't like men- but I do need a verbal answer from the slut despite the answer being obvious." Arcadia’s expression mirrored Morgan’s as she put the microphone close to Evelyn's face, where her mouth was busy verbalizing how much she loved getting properly fucked by a big cock.

"You heard her, Evie. Tell Arcadia what you really want to be." The heroine barely heard him over him giving her the kind of violent sex she had no idea existed and now couldn't live without. Evelyn had no idea what she had sacrificed her marriage for but now she couldn't imagine having the type of life where this cock wasn't threatening to turn her inside out with each thrust. Most of her had already submitted, pleasure radiating as she thought about the answer both villains wanted her to give, but that last moment of will was still hanging on against the force of his cock. She couldn't betray her teammates… or at least her role as their leader and she couldn't give up on this fabulous cock and the wall of man attached to it…

"B… b-both!" The word was ripped out of her, causing Arcadia to straighten in surprise and Big P to begin slowing down, his brow furrowing in confusion as he watched Evelyn greedily wiggle her hips to get him to begin fucking her again now that she had answered. It wasn't one of the options but Morgan watched the grin beginning to form on the pimp's face, gold tooth shining brilliantly in the stage light as he looked up at Arcadia.

"Well, you heard the woman. She wants both. I'm fine with it." He emphasized his statement with a spank that sent Evelyn shuddering in orgasm as she began to cum hard around his cock, her own super strength strangling his dick with every intention of milking him dry and he was already close.

"I'm fine with it." Dollface chimed in, still trying and failing to recover her ballooned breast with the skin tight latex, the outfit clearly designed for her original size and the villain clearly over the whole ordeal.

"Right…. Well if the other judges are okay with it, my vote will make it three out of three, giving Evelyn a-"

The heroine screamed in ecstasy as Big P groaned, heavy balls slapping into her one final time as he pinned her to the podium and came. A taste of it had been like a buzz of electricity across her skin but the feeling of him hitting her womb and filling her was like a hammer to her brain, vision going white in pleasure as her body gripped him tight, keeping his cock deep inside her as he continued to groan and pump her even fuller of his addictive cum.

"… point." Arcadia was clearly annoyed but Evelyn was gone, eyes glazed with drugged lust as she slipped off the podium, Big P letting her fall to the floor. He was used to women blacking out after he used them so thoroughly but Evelyn's super-body was clearly more durable as one hand held herself up against his massive trunk of his leg so she could nuzzle and lick his softening cock.

"Gross." Arcadia looked at Morgan, who was looking a bit shell shocked at the events. She had been feeling confident, but now she was the only contestant not turned into a plaything and with the look on Arcadia's face a hollow was starting to form. She hadn't figured out quite how to get out of her predicament and it was looking bleak, as Arcadia pointed to the board to the sound of a correct answer, putting Evelyn also at five points with 'Riley' leaving them one point behind Morgan.

And if I answer wrong… Morgan's hands loosened on the podium as she looked at the board again, head cocked as she began to see the real problem, sending her eyes wide as she looked at the villainous host on stage, who saw where she had been looking. Arcadia's smile widened, turning possessive as she didn't hide the naked lust she had for the detective's fit form, fake tits firm and perky in the slutty blue maid uniform that barely covered anything. We'd be… tied.

Fuck. The collar and lead offered earlier hadn't just been Arcadia trying to get even further in her head but foreshadowing what she'd be asked in this final round. If she answered 'correctly' she would have been guaranteed to win the show but become Arcadia's personal slave maid. If she tied with her competitors none of them would win and while Morgan might get out of one villain's trap part of the reward was escaping safe and sound and she’d be made, trapped in a needy, submissive body ready to be captured…

"So tell me Morgan." Arcadia paced in front of her on center stage looking like the cat that caught the canary. "The last question on this episode of Hapless Heroine… and in order to keep your lead you do need to answer this one right. Tell us… are you feeling more like a detective for the FCPD or are you actually my own personal, obedient maidslave?"

She felt her mouth dry as Morgan gripped her podium, pain and pleasure winding up inside of her as they worked to influence her decision. Trying to return to her old life felt like needles being pushed underneath her skin and the alternative pulsed her clit with arousal, her submissive desires clouding her thoughts at how good it would feel to give in, the grinning villainess attractive in her sleek white suit.

Morgan bit her lip to keep her mouth shut as she tried to think of a way out, looking over to her side. Dollface had given up trying to seal herself back into the black latex bodysuit and was leaning against her podium with the body language of a bored teenager. Meanwhile Big Pimpin' was standing by Evelyn's podium, the former heroine currently working his cock back to hardness with her mouth and tongue as she wrapped her arms around his legs. No… she wasn't a former heroine, she said 'both' and got it correct… I just need a different answer that… that…

It was hard to think with need growing inside her, thighs squeezing together as she looked back at Arcadia, the young woman having tucked her arms underneath her breasts and making herself look even more delectably distracting. The only other thing that was able to catch her eye was the studio set behind her, lights flashing next to the wheel and the large neon sign of the show, "Hapless Heroines", the only show where they take superheroes and… she remembered what Arcadia had said before.

"Can I ask a question?" A disgusted scoff came from the far podium from her right as Arcadia in front of her tilted her head, the smug aura of victory faltering. "Technically, the show's contestants are all supposed to be heroines right?"

"Yes." Arcadia nodded slowly, looking between the scoreboard and the contestants and the wheel as though trying to figure out what exactly she missed.

"Well, you mentioned it earlier and I agree, I don't think a detective is particularly 'heroic'. Shouldn't you be asking me if I'm a superhero or a slave? If I'm going to be 'hapless' I think I'd also have to be a heroine first wouldn't I?"

* * * * *

"Well you were right kid. Looks like Riley Cunningham was involved with an off-the-books project at the university decoding an old super soldier serum before she got captured by Dollface."

"That explains a few things then… What about Riley?"

Morgan paced her medium-sized apartment with her cell phone up to her ear, listening to her captain mutter as he moved some papers around on his desk back at the station.

"Thanks to your heads up, we managed to arrest her before she got out with the formula and the highly restricted chemicals they were using to recreate it. The feds swooped in to grab her after, but considering what's been on the news recently with the Femme Force I figured I'd swallow my pride and listen to your advice with them too. She's still stuck as a drone, but Dollface isn't one to hold onto her victims and risk getting caught so it's only a matter of time before they let her go, and then it'll be up to the doctors to put her back together again."

"That's good." She let loose a sigh she hadn't known she had been holding, muscles relaxing as she entered her living room, looking for the remote to turn on her TV.

"You sure you don't want any credit? I know the creeps in Public Relations like to turn you into a media circus sideshow at the drop of a hat… but you did a lot of good today Cross."

The soft groan of an already annoyed woman earned her a chuckle from the other side of the line, even if the Captain was unaware of exactly what was bothering her.

It had been a few weeks since Morgan had been captured by Arcadia and forced to play her game along with Riley Cunningham and Evelyn Steele. So much had changed for her since the events of 'winning' her show that every day there seemed to be some new facet of her new life she had to adjust to.

Better than the alternative though, and poor Riley would probably agree if she was capable of doing so. Much like Evelyn, Morgan decided to get the three villains to come up with a judgement on a different answer than the options she was given. To say Arcadia was pissed would be an understatement, especially when Dollface immediately chimed in to agree with Morgan just to piss the game show host off (and with her plot foiled today, probably regretting that pettiness). That had left her fate up to Big Pimpin', and considering his background and constant battles with police Morgan had doubts he'd be willing to let her have her way.

That was before he went a tirade about laws and police being threats made by the dominant social and economic populace better suited to a civil rights class than a brainwashing-for-hire operation disguised as a game show, but the point he made was he didn't think cops were heroes and, leaving Morgan feeling at least a little insulted despite her plan working, agreed to give Morgan the point and the win. The show ended, and while she hadn't known what to expect with a flash of blinding light the detective found herself back in the empty warehouse she had broken into earlier that evening… albeit looking like a big tittied blonde stuffed in a maid costume.

And things only got stranger for her from there.

Morgan managed to get herself home without being seen, but her concerns about figuring out what she was going to tell her friends, family, and co-workers about her evening weren't necessary after discovering it wasn't just her body that had been altered. Photos of her graduation at the police academy, the few newspaper clippings of her cases she kept that she was proud of, and after a brief search some kid pictures in family albums all revealed the same thing: a beautiful and smiling blonde Morgan Cross.

She was still a detective with the Freedom City PD, but considering her normal work outfits were now more skin tight than professional and her morning routine apparently now meant keeping make-up and hair perfect and fit body tight Morgan also learned city officials loved using her image whenever possible. A hottie cop, with a new to her large social media following and usually dressed for attention that was also competent, made for perfect positive press.

She was still physically active and gym focused but her workout wear was revealing and as she discovered her body loved to take photos of itself without her asking for it. Discovering her wardrobe otherwise had also been… educational, the walk-in closet she had barely used was filled to the brim with bright colors and skimpy outfits without a pair of normal sweatpants or flats in sight.

"Thanks Cap, I appreciate it. It's because they'll blow it up that I don't want my name on the bust. Last thing I need is an angry supervillain looking for someone to take a failed plot out on."

True to her word, whatever means Arcadia used to run her shows meant that Morgan's identity had been completely scrubbed from the minds and media of 'Hapless Heroine', the show runners, the contestants, and to her relief the villains that were present. Those first days had been stressful until she managed to confirm that, and she'd hate to lose her hard-won anonymity for some city photo-op.

At least she didn't have to explain all that to Captain Price to get a laugh out of him.

"That's fair, Cross. 'Anonymous tip' it'll remain, I already told the feds that anyway. They cursed me out thinking it was some vigilante nonsense but they know I don't mess around with people taking the law into their own hands."

"Haha… yeah Cap… If that's all, I'm going to hit the gym for the evening. See you first thing tomorrow?" She wondered if he heard the slight uptick in her voice before she caught it.

"Don't stay up too late, Cross. We've had a recent rash of low-level thugs being brought in that all need booking and court dates. I've heard rumors a few gangs have started to move again after being quiet these few weeks and we need to get a jump on them before it turns into anything big."

"Loud and clear sir. Have a safe night."

Hanging up the phone, Morgan sighed before running a hand through her short blonde hair, the pixie cut far more expensive than what she was used to but better than running around with almost three feet of hair during the day. She didn't have much of a choice during her 'nightly activities' but she was happy to take control of the strange turns of her life where she could as she turned on the TV and flipped to the news.

It was a rebroadcast, and she fast-forwarded past the fluff pieces and muck-racking straight to the breaking news. Evelyn Steele had a completely different plan after being outed to the baddies of the world as Vanguard, coming out as the leader and bankroller of the Femme Force Five. The media had been frothing at the mouth ever since, turning every bit of it into the number one news story but missing the things that really mattered. Evelyn claimed that it was because she was sick of pretending to be someone she wasn't, but the glint in her eyes was not one of philanthropic and heroic intent.

Not that the public knew, even as the new and improved Femme Force Five revealed their new costumes, skin-tight bodysuits putting their fit forms on display, smiles bright but eyes hidden behind new visors replacing their domino masks and looking more like bangable supermodels than proper heroines. The new look should have set the internet on fire and no doubt was in some circles, but Evelyn’s face reveal as well as the reveal of all the identities of the Femme Force members as well as her new plan of open recruitment for the group was dominating the headlines.

She was happy to have saved Riley, but even keeping her investigation as quiet and casual led Morgan to a conclusion that the Femme Force's changed uniforms only reinforced: Evelyn Steele was a willing co-conspirator with Big Pimpin'.

The CEO/Heroine might have taken control of her hidden identity and alias since the event with Arcadia, but the events of that show were only really known to some villains and shady investors who had no interest in letting other people know what had happened to Evelyn that night. Morgan had been tempted to reveal what she knew, but self-interest took precedence and she had instead sent out a warning to the heroines as anonymously as she was able to.

Shit… They had probably confronted Evelyn and lost, their reward being new costumes and the happy dazed expression that reminded Morgan of their 'leader' after Big P had dumped a load of mind-melting cum into her. Despite remaining in the public eye, Morgan had managed to discover that Evelyn wasn't living at home after a brief 'wellness check' let her meet Kenneth Steele. The man had looked gaunt and pale, but had given her absolutely nothing to go on, even going so far as to be incredibly defensive about his wife. Morgan took it upon herself to 'let herself in' later that evening, and had found out why.

She entered the first floor office first, destroyed and loaded to the gills with used tissues, empty lotion bottles, and the smell of stale spunk that had Morgan grimacing. The first thing she found on the computer was dozens of videos, one after the other of Evelyn with a new beau, who was never really seen on camera outside of a massive black cock Morgan instantly recognized. They weren't even trying to obscure the location, but Morgan would still have difficulty finding which penthouse the two lovebirds had claimed as their new nest in the city.

Kenneth wasn't going to be of any help, Morgan finding him in an equally disheveled and smelly bedroom, mostly naked on top of his sheets. His dick had been restrained by a device that constricted it in rhythm to his moving lips, eyes empty and glassy behind a pulsating visor as headphones pumped in what she could only assume were hypnotic instructions. If she did that to her husband, Morgan had no doubt Evelyn would also be willing to do the same to her teammates.

The city wasn't aware at large that Big Pimpin' was back, but there were certainly rumors she'd heard from some 'interrogations' she had done on her own. The villain no longer seemed content with his usual gang work and seemed to be building his operation into something even bigger. Higher end clubs, connections to powerful political allies already lining up for his services, and a greater control over illegal trafficking than anything he'd ever engaged in before. He wasn’t going under his original name, but Morgan had no doubt about the mysterious and large man that had placed himself at the top of the food chain as the new kingpin of Freedom City.

Supposedly with a new second-in-command at his side helping make it all possible, crowning herself as his queen while being twice as ruthless.

"-and in other hero news, there was another sighting of the newest vigilante on the streets! While her costume seems to leave little to the imagination, her cheerful disposition and keeping the little guy in mind has Freedom City's newest super babe earning herself plenty of fans from your everyday citizens as the 'Merry Maid'-"

Morgan clicked the TV off, a slight flush hitting her cheeks as she looked out the balcony door towards her city, a better view than most as she walked out to take a breath of fresh air. It wasn't just her appearance and wardrobe that had changed after the show after all.

Breaking up with Alex had been easy, far easier than finding a skimpy mini-dress in her closet that made at least an effort to cover her perfect ass to wear out one evening. Her body was eager to show itself off, and while she had to fend off several men at the club she had gone to, their eyes on her skin still made her shiver with delight. As did the silky smooth, accented voice of the incredibly attractive tall and dark-haired woman whose aura of dominance had turned Morgan into a puddle, and it didn't take longer than the first drink she had bought her before Morgan was wrapped around her fingers.

Arcadia had flipped a lot of switches in Morgan's head, and while they weren't as strong outside of the show, it wasn't long before she was also thrusting herself on those fingers in the club bathroom. She was learning the benefits of being attracted to women because the dark-haired woman knew exactly how to touch her unlike several ex-boyfriends, and the way she pinned her to the wall, lips rough against the nape of her neck has she gave words to the submissive slut inside Morgan resulted in her having the strongest orgasm she had ever had.

Vivienne Sangré, an attorney for the most expensive private firm in the city. She hadn't given her name after leaving Morgan to clean herself up after but had left her card, and it was only half with trepidation and caution keeping the detective from calling her. Vivienne defended the rich and powerful from consequences… and if her skin was colored red and a pair of horns adorned her head she bore a striking resemblance to the supervillain Demonica. Close enough that Morgan's evening sessions alone in her shower sometimes put the two of them together in her fantasies, forcing her to her knees to serve and worship and taste-

The sound of a gunshot in the distance broke her out of her erotic reverie, head tilting and ears ready to listen for more as the nightlife of the city continued without interruption. Sighing to herself, she went back inside to find the other half of why she hadn't called her, failing to find where she had placed it last and forcing her to close her eyes and imagine it in her hand instead.

The sparkly blue and gold wand appeared out of thin air like it always did, and she grimaced and flushed with embarrassment at the last thing Arcadia had left her with. It wasn't just the costume, not all that different then the slutty maid outfit from the show from the bottom of her stocking-clad feet in high stilettos to the tips of her long blonde pigtails. She had even less control over her body than normal, though she was slowly coming to terms with it when weighing it against what she had gained.

She was stronger, faster, more agile and durable than a normal person. She also had more energy and could get by on even less sleep, and Morgan's body had an entirely new set of muscle memory dedicated to combat on those ridiculous heels that put her on par with even the most experienced of fighters among the gangs and criminal organizations. She knew that because she had already beaten up more than one of them as she came to terms with her new role in Freedom City.

She didn't like being a vigilante, but with one heroine already down and the main professional team looking like they've been turned into an extension of Freedom Cities newest top supervillain it was up to someone to do something. Morgan had intimate knowledge of the police force and their resources, she'd do what she could by the book but for everything else…

Another gunshot and the faint sound of a woman screaming echoed into the quiet room, as Morgan gripped the wand tightly. It might be a product of Arcadia's invention, but until the villain resurfaced and she had a chance to confront her again, she'd continue to use it and try to keep the city safe and help anyone Arcadia was responsible for harming. Unlike the first time, she struck the embarrassing pose on purpose, holding the wand up high as it began to glow bright blue, grimacing internally even as a smile forced itself to her lips and her cheerful voice spoke the words that covered her in brilliant light to transform her.

"To protect and serve with a smile, against all villains dark and vile! Merry Maid… Make-up!"