Amanda was in trouble.
Years ago, the businesswoman's parents had been killed in action by a superhero op gone awry, crushed under debris as the so-called "heroes" battled some alien invaders, uncaring of the collateral damage they were causing. Since that day, Amanda had sworn to take down the Heroic League, to rid the world of the hero menace.
Thus, she had of course joined the Villainous League. Without any powers of her own, but with strong conviction, she had become Aurum, the bankroller of the League, funding their operations, hideouts and gadgets with her hefty inheritance and sharp business sense. For years, they'd been planning an grand operation, a strike to completely annihilate the heroes. But, fate had other plans in mind.
"Damn him!" Amanda muttered, her anger fully directed at Shadow, their invisible assassin. Apparently Shadow had begun to question his life choices. and at the last minute had joined up with the heroes, betraying all their plans, all their bases, and the location of every single villain in the world. They'd never seen it coming. One moment they'd been putting on the finishing touches of their operation, and the next heroes were raiding all their assets at once, arresting their colleagues, demolishing years of preparation. As reports flew in, Amanda and the others realized it was time to split, with Amanda barely getting to her secret escape route as the heroes burst in, the sounds of fighting echoing from behind the door as her comrades were beaten to a pulp.
Which brings us to the present, with Amanda scrambling along the side alleys, avoiding detection, her fancy suit torn and dirty from a quick detour through the sewers to avoid a police patrol. She needed to hide, and fast.
A nearby carnival and a colorful shop gave her an idea. After checking that the coast was clear, she dashed into the shop, slamming the door shut behind her. Quickly she began to scan the selection, looking for something that'd help her blend into the carnival group. It wasn't long before she found it, a satin mask with gold and silver embellishments, accompanied with a similar red cloak. The perfect disguise. She grabbed the items and threw a wad of cash onto the register, much to the surprise of a sleepy shopkeeper. She donned her new cloak and mask and made her way to the carnival. Lay low for a couple of hours, contact her remaining associates, go from there. That was the plan.
But her newest purchases had their own say on the matter, as the power within began to react to the female presence wearing them. The power of numerous tribal goddesses, contained within the precious embellishments for years, was waking up and soon began to invade the unsuspecting villainess...
As Amanda strode through the partying crowd, the magic began to affect her. She was heating up, sweat flowing down her face, making the mask stick as she attempted to fan herself. It was no use, as the heat escalated, and she soon stopped as along with the heat, great pleasure was emanating through her body. She knew that this was unnatural, but unheard voices in her head assured that what was happening was something wonderful. Something good. And so she embraced it, letting the heat wash over her, taking in all the power she was offered.
Steadily she grew, her spine stretching as Amanda became taller by the second. Her short brown hair gained health and shine, flowing down her swelling back in soft, long curls, tickling her stretching skin as the bones beneath swelled, her small stature soon no more as she looked more like a basketball player than a businesswoman who spent most of her days slouched behind a desk.
"Mmmm," she hummed, her voice softening, deepening as her face started to round out, her eyes growing, their green becoming more vibrant. Her lips swelled, her teeth whitened, her whole visage became calming, beautiful, desirable. Motherly.
Her small A-cup breasts vibrated, the nipples trembling as her areola swelled, nipples sticking out as the breasts began to inflate, amassing more and more fat as within, her mammary glands swelled, multiplied, more and more appearing as her boobs raced through cup sizes. B, C, D, even E were left behind in a flash as her most visible womanly attribute surged, gaining size, mass and form, bouncing firm upon her chest as it burst through her insufficient bra, finishing off at an astonishing F-cup that dominated her chest, commanding attention as they rested proudly upon her grown ribs. Her boobs were soft and smooth, their immensely smooth skin spreading all over her body as all imperfections were purged.
CRRRACK! CRRRACK!
As if a thunder had struck, the attention of the crowd was now trained upon the transforming woman as her hips bones crackled, breaking apart and swelling as they were pulled back together, jutting and much wider than before. Fat surged into them, rounding out her childbearing hips, the overflowing fat leaking into her butt and thighs, rounding out her lower body and gifting Amanda with an amazing hourglass figure. Her buttocks rounded much like her breasts had, granting her a comfortable seat to sit on. Her angled hips and swollen thighs combined to create an alluring thigh gap, which lead straight to her femininity.
Deep within her tummy, the power was preparing for a grand finale, focusing all its efforts into the most important part of the metamorphosis.
Amanda gasped in her new, sweet voice as her womb blew up, swelling as it visibly distended against her stomach, giving it a slight swell that soon evened out onto a motherly tummy. Her hips cracked once more, angling out even further as her vagina grew, granting easy access to her sacred place for even the largest cocks. Her ovaries rumbled, production hypercharging as they grew larger, taking up more space as the eggs within began to vibrate, readying for use as they took in the fertility magic. Her womanhood was now perfected, a heavy-duty production facility crafted by the gods. She was now constantly ovulating, constantly ripe for more and more children. Amanda screamed as the change finished up, a final burst of power causing her powers to erupt with potent pheromones that quickly spread throughout the crowd.
She was left there, panting on the ground, ripped clothes falling off in tatters as her mask went with them, impacting the ground and revealing her lovely new face, the cape barely hanging on on her widened shoulders. Wisdom flowed into her mind as the will of the goddesses became her own, mixing with Amanda's own mind. She smiled and eagerly awaited what was to come next.
The crowd looked on in confusion as this exaggerated woman sat on her knees, a sweet smell spreading from her. Women and children sensed it and wondered of its origin, but it was the men who truly reacted.
Every male within the vicinity seized up as the smell hit their nostrils, Amanda's pheromones invading their bodies. The longer they stood there, transfixed, the more they breathed in, the essence of the goddess enacting its will upon them.
"Grow for me." Amanda whispered to each of their minds at the same time.
The men obliged, slaves to their urges as Amanda's new powers gripped them. Within seconds, muscles bloated, skeletons grew to accompany them as each and every male was overtaken by change, their balls pumping furiously as testosterone overflowed, testicles forced to grow to meet Amanda's demands. Shoulders swelled larger, faces grew defined, six-packs swelled onto their stomachs until they were overtaken by sculpted eight-packs. Each and every one of her victims was undergoing a change, evolving into new ultra-masculine forms as their very DNA was twisted to perfection to suit Amanda's needs. Her pussy throbbed as it flowed juices, the newborn fertility goddess salivated as her powers crafted these new impressive specimens. In response, their cocks lurched forward, growing so fast they tore right out of their foreskins, presenting bright red glans as manhoods swelled in length, thickness and strength, defined veins popping out as they trembled from arousal, balls churning out copious amounts of semen to dispense.
Amanda smiled at the dozens of cocks pointing straight at her, their owners panting in animalistic heat, each and every one now a musclebound monster at her beck and call. Even now she could feel her pheromones invading them, seeking out even the smallest imperfection and mercilessly snuffing it out. A swelling of a bicep there. An instant beard growth there. Her thralls were twitching as they continued to push against preconceived borders of masculinity. But she didn't have all day.
Amanda snapped her fingers, and simultaneously every one of her slaves heard a single command: "Come."
A deep rumbling was heard from deep within their loins as the unfortunate men were finally granted release, ejaculate rising from their cocks like magma from the earth, until with a final cry the men released, cumming, cumming, cumming endlessly for their goddess who reveled in the white rain she had created. At he same time, her vagina opened up, the streams of semen freezing in midair, until they changed course and flowed directly into her depths, her womanhood siphoning all that sweet genetic material straight into herself as the men cried out, cumming themselves until their hearts stopped, all of them dropping dead simultaneously. Women and children screamed, scrambling to get out while Amanda was enjoying herself immensely. Already she could feel her eggs combining with the sperm, creating new life as the amount of buns in her oven steadily increased, an entire army brewing within her as she set her sights to higher goals.