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Bagalia...

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"Are you fucking serious?!" Shocker asked.

"As serious as an orgasm," Penguin said, chuckling as he mixed himself a martini.  "The superheroines are all cursed."  

"Interesting..." the Mad Thinker said.  "What are the particulars of this curse?"

Penguin quacked merrily.  "Every time the cursed superheroines do a good deed, they suffer a change to either their mind, body, or clothes, turning them more and more into whorish bimbos.  Every day they go without making someone cum, their breasts balloon out to double the size and sensitivity.  Same guy or girl two days in a row don't count, nor does doing the same sex thing two days in a row." 

Captain Boomerang cackled.  "Bitches gotta get creative!"

Penguin grinned.  "There's one more thing.  They can permanently get rid of the curse... if they get fucked twice by one-hundred villains, be they male or female."  

The implication hit the gathered supervillains like one of the Hulk's punches.

"Holy shit..." Wrecker said, slowly grinning.

"If they want to get rid of the curse..." Killer Frost said, cackling.

"Then they gotta fuck us over in the FUN WAY!" Weather Wizard laughed.

There was, however, some doubt.  "...Yeah, I'mma callin' bullshit," Thunderball said.  "How'd you even hear about this?"  

"Because I told him just before I gave him a blowjob," said a female voice.

All the villains gathered in the tavern (save for Penguin, who just smirked) whirled, seeing Tigra standing in the doorway.  The feline superheroine, looking a mix of angry and ashamed, leaned against the doorway.  She looked the same as she always did, save that her breasts were now larger than her head, straining against the bikini top of her costume.  Tigra just sighed.  "Some of the others are being stupid about it.  Trying to ignore the curse.  I tried to, and when I woke up I had these on my chest.  So I'm taking the simple route, and getting my curse broken.  I convinced Penguin to take me here.  I can deal with the humiliation..."  

The gathered villains all traded excited grins.  Only Mad Thinker remained calm.  "...And what if we decide to extend your humiliation?  Leave you cursed, let your body become more and more sluttish?" he asked.

Tigra just quirked an amused eyebrow.  "Anyone in the bar who wants to fuck my stripes off RIGHT NOW raise your hand," she said.  Almost every hand in the bar went up.  

Mad Thinker rolled his eyes.  "Merely a thought," he said, amused.

Tigra sighed.  "I'm a street level heroine in a nation of supervillains, most of whom outclass me tremendously," she said.  "What harm is there in helping me out by fucking me silly?  I come closer to my curse breaking, all of you get free sex with a superchick, everybody wins."  

"There's also slavers we could sell you to," suggested Psycho Pirate.  Tigra paled, having not thought of that.

But Chemistro had already thought of a counter.  "You wanna be the one to tell some of the heavy hitters here that they missed out on a chance to bang a superheroine with NO CONSEQUENCES?  Baron Zemo, the Red Skull, the Joker?  Be my guest.  Just let me know when you do so I can bring popcorn to your execution."  

Several of the other villains in the bar agreed, shouting Psycho Pirate down.  Pouting, he went back to his drink.  Tigra relaxed.  "So take a number and get in line, boys and girls.  Time for some literal pussy pounding," she said, smiling seductively and posing, emphasizing her now ample breasts.  "Who wants to do some heavy petting first?"

As a bar brawl broke out (Tigra silently grateful that inciting a riot among villains didn't count as a good deed), Mad Thinker just stared at her thoughtfully, starting to hatch plans.  And on the other end of the listening devices in the bar, the high council of Bagalia, each one of them a top level villain in their own right, began to scheme as well...