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The song of the birds woke Gabriel Agreste. They tended to congregate outside his window in the mornings, providing a far more natural alarm than the digital clock embedded in his desk. He threw his legs off the bed and sat up with a sigh, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. It had been a long night. Just when he was settling down for bed, Gabriel felt that familiar twinge at the back of his mind; someone, somewhere in Paris, was angry enough to fall prey to his Akuma. The thought occurred to him that he could just let this be, couldn't he? The opportunity to battle Ladybug and Cat Noir would come again, and for tonight he could just rest... but a long look at his Miraculous hardened his resolve, and so instead of sleeping, he spent his night confronting the two superheros and, as usual, losing. Perhaps this morning could be better. He slid out of bed, dressing in his svelte black pajamas and walking down the stairs to the kitchen. The staff wouldn't be in for the day, so he'd have to make his own food, but he enjoyed doing things on his own once for a while. Gabriel had just sat down to eat his toast when he felt that familiar twinge yet again. He sighed, his hopes of a calm morning fading fast. Perhaps he could just leave this one..? No. He was Hawkmoth, and it was his life's goal to gather the miraculous. He couldn't slack, not even as tired as he was. Gabriel set down his plate begrudgingly and made his way to his lair, transforming as he went. It didn't matter; no one would see. The skylight opened as he was lifted into his secret room. Hundreds of white butterflies fluttered to life around him. This was the scene of so many defeats, but they were but scrimmages in a war that he would inevitably win. The miraculous would be his one day; until then, he remained in this room, master of his own domain. A smile curled across his lips as he felt the motivation return to him. Perhaps, perhaps this time would be different. "Nooroo!" he declared. "Dark Wings, Rise!" His suit rippled out of nothing, a band of light travelling bursting from him as it formed. In moments, he again was Hawkmoth. Again he felt that twinge in the back of his mind, but this time he followed up on it. His mind expanded itself, and soon he could see his next victim; a thin, beautiful woman sobbing in her room. She was surrounded by empty ice cream containers. 'Won't be long 'til you lose that figure,' Hawkmoth murmured to himself. But what was the problem? What drove this poor citizen of Paris into such depths of despair that Hawkmoth himself could take notice? Ah. He could see it now. The poor woman was just turned down by the love of her life just because she'd burped in front of him. Well, it wasn't the most compelling of troubles, but he knew he could work with it. Inspiration struck. "Ah! Here we have a young, beautiful woman, so easily spurned because of one bad habit." Hawkmoth felt his connection to her form in an instant. A pink butterfly formed over both his and her face. "Hello, SuperSlob. I am Hawkmoth. So you burp a little, eat a little, what of it? You've been rejected for the last time! Go, and teach Paris it's okay to be a slob, and get me Ladybug and Cat Noir's miraculous!" The woman nodded with a cocky smirk. "Yes, Hawkmoth!" she said, standing up in her room. Normally the transformation to villian began the second he contacted her, so Hawkmoth was interested to note that the changes only began once this woman accepted her new role as Hawkmoth's pawn. Perhaps this would be the one? For a moment, nothing happened, and both Hawkmoth and the woman were confused. Then, the woman felt a rumbling in her stomach. "Hawkmoth, I-urp! I dooouuuurrrrrrppppp!" She turned red as she realized what had happened. She burped? Her? The woman was about to burst out crying when her brain finally rewired itself. It was natural to burp, right? It was good, it was... erotic. The woman's eyes rolled back as a tingling feeling spread from her pussy, making her knees weak and her cunt wet. She opened her mouth to let out another long burp, revelling in the nasty smell that came with it. And then again. And again. And again. Soon she was burping every other breath, her legs were shaking as pure pleasure overtook her. SuperSlob's stylish clothes melded together, turning into thin, skintight white latex. Not a detail was left to the imagination; her nipples stood on end, stretching the fabric out, and it was so tight in the crotch that it actually traced her pussy's lips, labia, and clit precisely. "S-SuperSlob, I, I, uh..." For once in his life, Hawkmoth had nothing to say. "If you want to, uh, continue to be... uh, this..." He trailed off. This whatever, this SuperSlob was possibly one of the most revolting things he'd ever created. He could feel his stomach churning just at the amount of burps she was creating, but just as he was about to continue, she jutted her ass out and let out a long, rumbling fart. "Actually... you know what to do, right?" Hawkmoth said uncertainly. SuperSlob nodded, and he chose to accept her word. "W-Well, uh... get to it." For the first time in his life, he cut the connection before the fight had even begun. There was something about the woman, whether it be her belching or the skin-tight, hyper sexualized suit, that put him ill at ease.

Perhaps he should let his villian take this one on her own. She could handle herself, right? And he could spend the morning relaxing, perhaps checking up on Adiran. She'd lose without him, but wasn't that how it always went?

SuperSlob felt the connection sever and faltered a moment. Why did Hawkmoth leave her? Was she too gross? Perhaps she should take a step back, reconsider her infatuation with- infatuation fat SuperSlob giggled a bit. 'Fat' seemed like the right word to describe her. She knew that her body was lithe and thin, but as she looked down, she saw that was no longer the case. Her once perky but small breasts were swelling up, as was her belly, thighs, and arms. Most people would have been startled, angry, or terrified, but not her. Not anymore, at least. Though, she was confused. Why was this happening? Even as she thought it, she realized the answer: the akuma. Normally, akumas transformed villains once and left it at that. This one, however, seemed to be defective; it transformed villains based on their own perception of how they should be. That was why, after accidentally burping once, the akuma made her able to burp at will. Superslob wanted to feel sexy, first and foremost, so when her burp made her feel unsexy, her akuma warped her so that she thought it was sexy, and since she thought it was sexy, that obviously meant that she had to burp more, and more, and more. The same logic held for her other transformations. The akuma was taking each thing she was ashamed about herself for and turning them into something she craved. Her tendency to sweat when nervous? Sweat and stink was sexy, and now she was sweating like a hog to boot. That slight extra weight she had on her belly? Now being stupidly fat was gorgeous, and to compensate her body swelled an extra half tonne. Farting, eating, and even drooling went the same way, and soon she was a mess. One thing did surprise her, however. She felt a strange tingling between her legs, and when she reached down to itch it, she felt something... thick. Curious, she lifted up her belly to inspect what was underneath. In place of her clit, Superslob was growing a massive pair of cock and balls. They were hairy, uncut, and straining the very limits of her fabric. Normally this would have horrified her, but by this point her mind was so twisted that she just chuckled and rubbed her new shaft. "Enough games," she said to herself. "If I'm going to keep this body, I have to capture Ladybug and Cat Noir's miraculouses!"

And with that, she was off.

The news quickly spread, but nobody was too alarmed. SuperSlob was only the latest in the series of villains created by Hawkmoth to terrorize Paris, and every citizen had the utmost confidence that Ladybug and Cat Noir would save the day, as they have every single time before. There were reports of this villain being... different, but the Parisians simply avoided the affected areas with even more care than usual. Ladybug sat perched high on the roof of a church, rubbing her bloodshot eyes. "Why can't Hawkmoth sleep like the rest of us?" she groused to herself. "Well unlike you, m'lady, Hawkmoth doesn't need beauty sleep," came a voice from behind her. Ladybug grinned at her partner's idle flirtations. "Nice timing, kitty cat. What did you find out?" Cat Noir frowned a bit. "Not much. Superslob is, uh... hard to get near. A bit slippery, if you will." Ladybug blinked. "Slippery?" Cat Noir chuckled. "She's sweaty is what I mean. Sweaty, stinking, and, uh... rotund." "Oh, well we already knew that. But what's she doing, exactly?" "Well, m'lady, I wasn't able to get a good look at her, but it seems that every person she touches turns into a slob." Ladybug raised an eyebrow. "A slob?" Cat Noir nodded. "They go on with their day like everything's fine, but they're pigging out, burping, farting, and, uh... other things, m'lady." Before Ladybug could ask what, exactly, Cat Noir hushed her with a wave of his hand. "It's disgusting, m'lady. I'm choosing to save your delicate eyes until you can see for yourself." Ladybug grinned and shook her head. "You'll find I'm not as flighty as my costume makes me seem. Let's go get to it!"

Ladybug soon saw what Cat Noir meant by 'other things'. It wasn't difficult for them to find SuperSlob because while the changes of her victims was mostly subtle in terms of behavior and physique, there one one aspect which was blatantly obvious; the infected individuals were dressed in skintight latex suits which left nothing to the imagination, and while there wasn't outright sex in the streets, everyone was being very intimate with each other. Ladybug averted her eyes when they came across the victims being lewd, but she noticed Cat Noir was unashamed to look at them. As they neared SuperSlob (they could tell from the smell), his behavior finally got on her nerves. "Give them some privacy!" she snapped, glaring at him. "Just because they're putting on a show doesn't mean you need to watch, kitty cat!" "Well I don't want to be impolite, do I?" Cat Noir purred in return. Ladybug stopped dead in her tracks, spinning around to confront her uncharacteristically pervy partner. "Look, Cat Noir, I-" Ladybug's voice caught in her throat. There was something off about Cat Noir, and it took her this long to figure out what it was. The feline fighter had always been clad in a nigh-fetish latex catsuit, but what he was wearing now was different. It was tighter, it was sexier, and it very plainly showed the outline of his cock and balls pressed against his groin. The reason for Cat Noir's extra perviness was clear; he had been infected as well. As if to confirm it to her, Cat Noir let out a quiet belch, and his cock twitched. Have to play it cool. "Well, kitty, I, uh... I think we must have lost her. How about we split up?" Cat Noir cocked his head. "But m'lady, I-" "Oh come on now, kitty cat. Too scared to go off on your own? Too pussy?" Ladybug hated that she had to stoop so low, but she had to appeal to Cat Noir's pride, the only thing stronger than his perviness. It worked. Cat Noir nodded, winked, and used his staff to jump out of sight. Ladybug breathed a sigh of relief and turned the corner, courteously sidestepping an embracing couple as she went on her way. Ahead in the street stood SuperSlob. She looked different from the last time Ladybug had seen her, and even from the last time the news cameras had kept track of her. In their last encounter, SuperSlob was a slightly overweight sweaty woman with a suspicious bulge between her legs. Now, though, her womanhood was in dire question due to the massive cock between her legs, which had broken free of its prison and now swung, pendulum-like, between her legs. Even worse was her weight, which was now so disgustingly high that even her folds had folds, and Ladybug actually considered the possibility that a person might be stuck in there. "So, Ladybug," SuperSlob began, "we meet again." "That's what you think, SuperSlob, but I never stopped smelling you!" Ladybug shot back. She took a running start and lept into a flying kick, which landed squarely on SuperSlob's belly. Her leg sank deep into SuperSlob's rotund belly, and the last thing Ladybug thought before being launched through the air was how disgustingly sweaty SuperSlob's folds were. SuperSlob laughed as Ladybug slammed into a nearby table, slumping to the ground. "Not so strong are we, Ladybug? It takes more than an insect to bring down the sweet, sweet filth that I'm bringing to all of Paris!" The rotund villain waddled over to Ladybug and lifted her high into the air, licking her lips as she eyefucked every inch of the superhero. Every other citizen she'd corrupted had been nice, and Cat Noir was a particularly fun one to bring down, but Ladybug... she was a prize catch. That slender, latex-clad body, that delightfully perky pair of tits she had, that 'good girl' vibe she gave off... it was going to be a wonderful time destroying her. A small thought tickled the back of her mind, reminded her to bring Hawkmoth the miraculouses, but she waved it away. Screw Hawkmoth, SuperSlob was going to do as she pleased! She had been about to grope Ladybug's groin when the superhero began to stir. That little bit of movement was enough to give SuperSlob pause... and gave the akuma corrupting her enough time to make her realize something. Ladybug always won. If she tried to corrupt Ladybug now, she would certainly find a way to win the day. Superheros were like that, always fighting even when they'd been defeated, then finding a way to reverse fate. But if she was defeated, she'd no longer be slobby, and SuperSlob could think of nothing less sexy than that. Setting Ladybug down, SuperSlob quickly devised a plan, and by the time the superhero stirred, she knew what she was going to do, and the akuma was prepared to do it. The villain quickly groped at the young hero's groin, making sure enough sweat came into contact with her skin to make her tainted. Ladybug's eyes opened and rolled back, and SuperSlob took that opportunity to make her move. "Ladybug, I know you're feeling such wonderful, amazing feelings coursing through your semi-conscious brain right now, but listen to me and do as I say. You will ignore those feelings, forget them entirely. You will defeat me without using your Lucky Charm, and you will never, ever question your victory. After you win, you'll go home as normal... but tonight, you'll sneak out and come to the school at Dupont for further instruction." Ladybug nodded obediently, and SuperSlob smiled. "Good. Now, forget I've said these things to you, but follow my orders to a tee. Wake up!" Ladybug blinked a few times and shook her head, trying to clear it. SuperSlob stepped back and cleared her throat, getting Ladybug's attention. "Ladybug!" she yelled, taking care to pose triumphantly over her. "I've corrupted you as you slept, and now, you're mine!" Ladybug jumped to her feet, instantly taking in her surroundings. Tainted? If that was true, then she didn't have much time. "You might have gotten the upper hand, SuperSlob, but it's time we cleaned up your act!" Ladybug responded quickly. What could she do? What was SuperSlob's akuma? The villain wasn't carrying anything, she was only... wearing something! The akuma must be in her suit! Ladybug grinned and looked around her. There was a light pole right behind SuperSlob, and... and there was a coat hook on the ground that had fallen out of a car! In mere seconds she devised the plan that would take down SuperSlob. "What, are you afraid?" SuperSlob taunted as Ladybug stood figuring things out. "Come, fight me while you can!" "Oh, don't mind if I do!" Ladybug yelled back, dashing towards the slob. SuperSlob readied herself for the blow, but instead of leaping straight at the nasty woman, Ladybug dodged to the side. Taking out her yo-yo, she shot it at the light pole and yanked it, sending it crashing down on SuperSlob's head. SuperSlob fell to her knees, and as she struggled to stand back up, Ladybug grabbed the coat hanger and hooked it in the back of SuperSlob's suit, giving it a firm pull. SuperSlob's suit tore immediately, and just as Ladybug expected, it turned to a black powder and burst into nothingness. A small, black butterfly tried to flutter away, but Ladybug was ready. "No more evildoing for you, little Akuma." Ladybug took out her yo-yo and spun it, gauging her aim. "Time to de-evilize!" With that, she took her shot and captured the butterfly in her yo-yo. There was a glow, and when the yo-yo opened up, a white butterfly fluttered out. Everything went back to normal. The destruction of the city was fixed, and all its citizens were restored to their regular state. Even SuperSlob had seemingly become a normal young woman again, confused and disoriented. Cat Noir hopped into the scene, uncorrupted, and landed next to Ladybug. "Looks like you cleaned up her act without me, Bugaboo!" Cat Noir said. Ladybug just grinned and bro fisted her partner. "Pound it!" And with that they were off. As soon as they were out of sight, SuperSlob grinned. Little did Ladybug know, the 'akuma' she had destroyed was a fake. The real akuma had taken the form of SuperSlob's bra, which remained unharmed during Ladybug's attack on her. Every citizen of Paris that she'd corrupted remained under her influence, even Cat Noir and Ladybug. She may be in her disgusting, normal form now, but the second she got to a private area, SuperSlob was going to let the pounds pile on and the cock swell out once again. It would only a few long, erotic sessions before the superhero's mind was corrupted enough that SuperSlob could take on all of Paris again, but this time with Ladybug at her side.

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"Tiki, spots off." Ladybug, now Marinette again, collapsed back onto her bed a sweaty mess. Normally all of the sweat and fatigue disappeared along with her suit, but it had been a long few days, so this didn't bother Marinette . After all, didn't she deserve to feel tired after what Hawkmoth had been putting her and Cat Noir through? Tiki lit down on Marinette 's shoulders, a worried expression on her face. "Marinette , are you alright?" she asked. Marinette nodded with a yawn. "Just been a long few days, that's all." The kwami shook her head. "No, not that, it's just... well, don't you think that you beat SuperSlop just a little too easily?" "Why would that be a bad thing?" Marinette sat up and looked at Tiki curiously. "Well, you didn't even use your Lucky Charm. Maybe her defeat was a trick?" Marinette laughed, laying back down on her bed. So soft... so inviting. "Don't be silly, Tiki. So I didn't use Lucky Charm. That's okay, my life as a superhero isn't some tv show, where I have to do everything the exact same way every episode. There can be changes, you know? Maybe I just did really well today." Despite Marinette 's solid logic, Tiki seemed unimpressed. "Yeah maybe, but-" "Tiki! Why can't you just let it be?" Marinette narrowed her eyes and glared at Tiki. "I did good, okay? Let me have it." Tiki squealed and hid behind Marinette 's shoulder. Even when she was stressed, a snap like that wasn't normal. "O-Okay Marinette , I'm just concerned." Marinette held the glare a moment longer before she sighed, shaking her head. "I'm sorry, Tiki, it's just been a long few days. I got to relax." Tiki nodded and smiled, settling down in the crook of Marinette 's neck. "Nap time?" she asked. "No, Tiki, I mean I have to, erm... relax." "O-oh!" Tiki blushed a little and giggled, zipping into Marinette 's purse. The two had an understanding ever since Marinette began to mature. Finally alone, Marinette bit her lip and looked at the clock. She would have enough time to rub one out. She slid her skirt down slowly, savouring the feeling of it pressing past her ass. There wasn't enough time between both of her lives to satisfy herself fully... or at least that's what she told herself, noting the sticky sweet wetness that soaked her striped panties. Marinette pressed her fingers against her mount and held back a quiet moan. Waves of pleasure washed up her body, and her nipples hardened. She closed her eyes, willing images of Adrian into her mind, and set to work. As she fingered herself, the images in her mind began to change. Adrian was the standard fantasy she masturbated to, but every time she felt she was getting close, something just... didn't do it for her, and the pleasure faded back to a dull glow. By and by she found herself getting distracted by the sour scent of her sweat. Normally when she started being able to smell herself she'd immediately take a shower, unable to stand the stench, but this time it intrigued her. The pervasiveness of it, the heady, sour undertones... her mouth watered. It was like a whole new world opened up to her. The scent went straight to her mind, enhancing the feeling of her fingers dancing on her pussy lips, and she began to moan in earnest, whining and squirming on her bed as pussy juice spilled out onto the sheets. The smell reminded her of something... of SuperSlob. Marinette stiffened as she remembered her fight with the villain. SuperSlob's scent was absolutely gutwrenching at the time, but now the memory held a little bit of allure to it. It was more sour than hers, and strong enough that it could be smelt for blocks. And no wonder, either. SuperSlob had to be at least a ton and a half, as far as weight went, and all the athletic fighting she did had to make her sweaty. Marinette grinned as she remembered the sight of SuperSlob barrelling down the sweet. Man, she was jiggling so much it was a wonder she didn't throw herself off balance. How would it feel, to be that heavy? To have layers upon layers of fat weighing down on you, to be drenched in sweat just from the effort to sit up? To feel so warm, so out of breath, so sweaty, so stinky, so, so--! "O-Oh, oh god, oh godfuuuuuuck!" Marinette let out an uncharacteristic squeal as she experienced the strongest climax she could remember, soaking her bed in the process. After she was finished bucking in the air she collapsed, panting. The sweet scent of sweat enveloped her, urging her to go again, but she fought the instinct and sat up. "W-Well... that was different," she murmured to herself. Cumming to the thought of a villain? It hadn't happened before.

She rubbed her eyes, deciding not to think about it. After all, it was about dinner time. She should go down and help, then get to bed early. For some reason, she felt as if she had to be awake through the night, and that she should get her rest just in case.

That night, Marinette 's eyes shot open. She didn't know how long she'd been asleep, or why she woke up. She didn't even know that she was still soaked in the sweat from earlier, or that she hadn't replaced her pre-soaked panties. She didn't really 'know' anything. She simply acted on impulse, obeying what her subconscious told her to do. And what it told her to do was to get up. She sat up and slid off her bed, putting on her shoes but leaving her purse. Somehow, she knew she wouldn't need it. Either unaware or uncaring of the fact that she was in nothing but her soaked panties and a sheer bra, Marinette walked downstairs. Her parents were in the kitchen, but she slipped by unnoticed and went out the front door. The walk to Dupont was short, giving her no time to really consider what she was doing. Once at her school, she stood beneath a lamp post and waited. She didn't have to wait long. A sour, heady smell alerted Marinette to SuperSlob's presence before she even rounded the corner, and just that hint sent her sexual appetite into overdrive. Her pussy drooled arousal as the stench enveloped her, so that by the time the gargantuan slob reached Marinette , her stained panties were soaked yet again, and thick strands dribbled down her legs. SuperSlob smirked, enjoying the blank, yet pleasured look gracing Marinette 's face. "So, this is the famous Ladybug. You're cuter than I expected." Marinette nodded mechanically. "Huh. Not as snarky when you're zonked out on filth, are ya?" A shake of the head this time. "Well, you're going to be much more fun to play with after tonight. Follow me." Marinette nodded, and the two set off.

Apparently it wasn't far from the school. SuperSlob had set up shop in her former apartment, which was a block and a half from the college. What had once been a trendy and well kept place had transformed through the course of one day. All the tasteful decorations had been strewn about, and most of the furniture was buried under mounds upon mounds of pizza boxes and takeout containers. The single couch in the living room now had a SuperSlob-sized depression in it, and the entire place reeked of gas, belches, and sweat. In the center of the living room was a table with straps set in front of a massive television. SuperSlob nodded to the table. "Get on." With no hesitation Marinette obeyed, laying on the cold metal without so much of a hint of complaint. SuperSlob waddled over and tightened the straps firmly, swivelling it so that Marinette was forced to stand. She looked so delicious in that position, so... vulnerable. SuperSlob walked between Marinette and the television, facing the superhero. "You may be aware again, but you're not allowed to make a sound." At once Marinette 's eyes flew wide open, and as she took in her situation she began to writhe, struggling to break her bonds. Her mouth hung open, struggling to yell 'Spots On!', but nothing came out. "No use, Ladybug," SuperSlob teased. Marinette froze. "Oh yes, I know your real identity. Don't you remember me? SuperSlob?" She paused, reaching down and running her finger across Marinette 's soaked panties. "I see you remember my smell." Marinette 's struggles slowed, then ceased. A cold dread set in, despite the fire of arousal between her legs. "There we go... now you're realizing how fucked you are," SuperSlob saw Marinette 's eyes flick down to her half-hard cock that swung between her legs. "No, not literally. Not now, anyways. No, I've got to corrupt you first. I know that the dose you got earlier wasn't near enough to ruin you, turn you into someone like me... Now that I've got you here, I could just drown you in my filth, but I'd rather brainwash you until you become as nasty as me willingly. The only thing I'll use my powers for on you will be to, uh... enhance your body's capabilities to be disgusting." SuperSlob didn't give Marinette a chance to absorb the information now dumped on her. She simply flicked on the television and stepped to the side, giving Marinette nothing to look at but the screen. On the display was a simple red and black spiral, done up in the same color scheme as Ladybug's signature suit. SuperSlob's designing talent from her former life had come in handy. It spun rapidly enough to make almost anyone fall into a trance at a glance.

Eat Fuck Fart Sweat Pig out Expose yourself Fuck others Burp Suck cock

Again and again these messages flashed on the screen too quickly to see, but long enough to absorb, interspersed with pictures of people doing every one of these things. Every picture was new, taken throughout the day as SuperSlob drew her infected minions near to her lair and ruined them. Sexy, skinny girls choking down pizzas whole and swelling with fat, long haired beauties impaling their throats on SuperSlob's nasty cock, pictures from the news of slobby victims frotting in the streets. SuperSlob watched as Marinette 's eyes glazed over and her jaw grew slack. It really wasn't too difficult to influence someone already infected by her slobbishness, and Marinette had unknowingly made it easier by getting off to the stench of her own sweat earlier. It was time to start the last part of the conditioning. SuperSlob walked up to the slack jawed girl, whispering in her ear. "You will orgasm once every second. Even when it hurts. Even when you're tired. You won't stop until I say so." With that Marinette 's eyes flew wide, and she began to write as her body was wracked with wave after wave of wonderful, erotic, never ending orgasms.

By the end of the night, Marinette was a sweaty mess. Her entire lower half was slathered in her own pussy juice, and every inch of her body was soaked in delicious, wonderful sweat. SuperSlob released her from her bonds, and Marinette stumbled back to her house, crawling into bed and passing out just as the sun began to rise. With the strict orders SuperSlob had given, there was no chance Marinette would remember the night, but she'd certainly feel its effects.

Marinette awoke in the morning with red eyes and a tired, fuzzy brain. Normally she was the type of person to leap out of bed immediately after waking up, but instead her hands travelled down to her groin. She smiled and shivered as a warm, tingling sensation shivered up her spine at the very touch of her fingertips to her mound. Her panties were thoroughly soaked, dried, and soaked again in pussy juice, but she didn't see the issue with that. The thought crossed her mind to just stay in bed today and masturbate, but she quickly threw it away. If she stayed in bed, how could she eat? She finally sat up, grabbing her sweaty shirt and skirt from the day before and pulling them on, stumbling to the mirror to check herself quickly. The skirt was stained and wrinkled, her shirt was wet and her nipples showed through the fabric, and pussy juice visibly dangled from her groin. Normally well kept and clean, her hair was a frazzled, greasy mess. "Marinette ," she said to herself, "you are one hot piece of ass." The gentle din of her parents downstairs brought her back from her self-absorbed reality and her stomach growled, nudging her to head to the kitchen. It was time to eat. "Good morning!" her mother said as she walked into the kitchen. "I made your usual, two eggs and toast!" "Uh... thanks, Mom," Marinette murmured, "but I'm feeling a little more hungry today." "Oh?" Her mother turned around, then gasped as she saw the state of her daughter. In her hands, she held a massive, freshly frosted cake. Marinette 's eyes locked onto the sweet treat, and from that moment on, there was nothing else on her mind. "You look a little sick, honey, how about..." Her mother trailed off as Marinette strode forward, reaching out towards the cake. "Uh, no honey, this is for the client. You can't- Marinette, no!" But it was too late. Marinette nabbed the cake from her mother with her bare hands, caring nothing that it essentially collapsed in her arms, coating her with frosting. She simply dropped it onto the kitchen floor, fell on all fours, and began devouring her breakfast. Her hands were as busy as her mind was blank. Every second that her mouth was empty, that her throat wasn't swallowing another chunk of cake was pure torture, and so her hands kept a perpetual motion that ensured there would be no empty spots in Marinette 's mouth. Heedless of her mother's horrified stare, she continued on. Soon the brainwashing kicked in fully, and Marinette 's face flushed red as arousal spread between her legs. It didn't take much to kick her pussy back into gear, and in moments she was dripping on the floor. If she didn't need both hands to feed herself, she'd finger her cunt right there in front of her mother. The cake didn't last, but her hunger did. As soon as her food was gone Marinette stumbled to her feet in a daze. She pushed her mother aside and swung open the fridge, eyes looking desperately for something to eat. A long, deep belch escaped her as she bent over to grab another cake, and her belly visibly sagged. It felt so much better to have cleared so much space in her stomach -- more room for cake! Her mother finally had enough. " Marinette, you stop this..." As she stepped forward to tear her daughter away from the day's sweets, she caught a whiff of the rank belch and paused. It was putrid, the sweetness of cake mixed with something truly vile... and just as she began to clear her mind, Marinette let out a long, greasy burst of gas almost directly into her mother's face. Her mother gasped at the scent, her eyes losing their focus as her mind dulled, sparks flew; her brain practically restarting to get back up into working order. Moments passed as she knelt there, frozen, behind her sudden glutton of a daughter. Eventually, she stood up with a vague, pleasant smile on her face, staring softly at her gormandizer of a child. "Growing girls do need their food, Marinette," she said. "Eat up sweetheart, and let me know if you need anything else! I'll be in the kitchen cooking some replacements for our orders today." That was how she spent the morning. One cake turned into another, and another, and another, and once the bakery ran out of cakes, she devoured pies, pastries, chocolate, and even a few macrons. Her belly grew the whole time until it sagged out of her shirt, swinging bare and taut a foot or so away from her frame. Every time she felt like she needed more room, she simply let out a long burp and continued on. Only when her phone's alarm went off did she snap out of her feeding craze. She stood up and shook her head, looking down at the mess she had made. Her arms and belly were covered in frosting and sugar, and the kitchen itself was a total disaster area. Marinette felt as if there was a ball of lead in her stomach, though with how bloated it was she knew it couldn't be anything but light, fluffy cake, and as she stood there she could feel her body digesting it all, turning the calories straight to fat and layering it on her body. She didn't mind at all, and by the time she made it to the door, her thighs were jiggling and her breasts threatened to burst out of her shirt; her mother ever so blissfully ignorant to the state of her growing girl. Marinette arrived at her school almost twenty minutes late, panting, sweaty, and out of breath. She saw nothing wrong with that fact, though, and after recovering herself outside the door she stood up straight and walked in. The reaction from the class was immediate. "M-Marinette?" "Jesus, what... what's with the bakery girl?" "Something reeks, something-- oh hell, what the fuck is that?" By the time Marinette reached her row the entire class was chattering among themselves, and by the time she found her seat, everyone within five feet of her had scrambled away, unable to stand the sheer body odor that roiled from her. It didn't help that her newly bulked frame had managed to knock over half the chairs on her way in. "Quiet, everyone, quiet!" Ms. Mendeleiev called from the front. "Marinette was... uh, late, but that's no reason to talk among yourselves. Concentrate on your own lessons!" Despite her firm warning, she herself was unable to tear her eyes away from the sweaty, flabby thing that Marinette had become. The class eventually did settle down, though no one would sit next to her. Students doubled up at another student's spot rather than have to suffer through her body odor at close range, and even Alya felt better sitting next to Chloe than her own best friend. Was that her best friend anymore? Satisfied that she'd calmed everyone, Ms. Mendeleiev launched into the day's lesson, though she made a mental note to sit down and half a talk with Marinette ... perhaps from a safe distance. The daily grind of math, proofs and logic eventually lulled the class back to complacency. As the day continued to drone on, some even began to feel that the active sanctioning of Marinette to a corner of the room was a bit harsh, the layout of the room slowly shuffling into a normal file as the lessons droned on. Even with Alya, who still was worried about her friend, she figured that she could find out what the deal was after school, shuffling her seat closer while still maintaining ample distance. Even Marinette, her hunger satisfied for now, sorted back into her normal routine, actively participating in class discussion, answering questions and keeping up with her notes. Aside from her new smell and weight, it seemed that the normal Marinette was back. As the break came around, despite many students' initial predisposition to pile out through every exit available, many found themselves rushing out as normal, maybe a bit faster. Admittedly though, they did make it a point to at least avoid the exit closest to Marinette. Alya gathered up her things and waited up for Marinette , though the expression on her face made it obvious that it was the last thing she wanted to do at that moment. Marinette was taking her sweet time gathering her things up, often stumbling over her newly flabby body, and by the time her books were all put away in her backpack, the class had all left. "So, uh... you wanna talk about what's going on?" Alya asked as soon as the coast was clear. Marinette tipped her head. "What do you mean?" "Well... all this." Alya gestured towards Marinette 's filthy clothes, frosting-stained arms and pudgy body. "This wasn't here yesterday. What happened?" "Oh! I..." Marinette paused. What had happened? She wasn't normally like this, and now that Alya pointed it out, it was very strange that she could gain that much weight in such a short amount of time. Not to mention her body odor. And yet, having been alerted to the sheer wrongness of her situation, Marinette couldn't make herself feel alarmed. "Oh, I uh... I'm just stressed, you know? Relaxing a bit. Maybe... maybe it's some after effects from SuperSlob yesterday, and I just have to let it run its course?" Alya looked unconvinced. "I... suppose so. We should keep an eye on it. And we should at least get you a shower girl, wow! That scent of yours could knock out a grown man!" Marinette laughed, her whole body jiggling as she did. "Oh shush, I'll shower later." Alya returned the chuckle less enthusiastically, but she dropped the subject, and the two shared their lunch as close together as Alya could stand to be to her. The rest of the morning's classes passed about in the same way, students slowly filing back into normal fashion around Marinette. As the later classes came about, however, the hunger slowly returned to the big girl. That underlying need to eat, and with it, the need to be delightfully, disgustingly, slobbish. Her eyes glazed over, her mouth dropped open, and a strand of drool dribbled down her chin as it slowly took hold. When she gave in, it was in small ways. It began with a small burp early in class, one that barely made any noise, her classmates completely oblivious. But a few minutes later, the next one came, and this one was slightly louder, and certainly longer. The scent lingered in the air, wafting around the room, and Marinette shivering as she felt her pussy come to life. Marinette knew well enough not to touch herself during class, but she felt no shame as her nipples hardened, poking out at her shirt and making very visible tents. When the buildup of air in her stomach reached a breaking point again, she thought she was going to let it out in a burp or two, huff the air, then get back to class. She was wrong. Instead of coming out as a burp, the buildup pushed through her bowels, blasting out her ass as a long, sustained fart. She gasped, but not out of shame. The smell she'd made... oh lord, it was amazing, and she couldn't help but to huff it. Noxious gas clouded her mind, and she started to go overboard in her enjoyment. She swallowed air just to force herself to burp again and again, and her body seemed to catch on, producing more and more buildup just to make her fart again. The stench quickly filled the room, both the students and Ms. Mendeleiev gagging and heaving. The gas was bad enough to make most people pass out, students ready to book it towards the door or the nearest window, their lungs burning and desperate for clean air. Despite this, after a few moments, their struggles began to lessen. Their breathing returned to normal, or something close to it, as the scent and burn of Marinette's filth permeated the air. "Geez, Marinette," one of the boys from the back called out, "what were you eating?" The class laughed, and Marinette laughed along with them. "How 'bout you live in a bakery and see if you can stop from eating everything!" More laughter. The students weren't enjoying the stench by any means, they were still plugging their noses and making snide comments, but all and all, they were taking the smell like it was just a particularly loud fart, not a room-clearing gas attack. And more than that, they were joking about it like it was nothing! None of the comments were particularly spiteful towards Marinette; even Chloe didn't use it as an excuse to dig at her rival. Marinette grinned and turned her attention back to class. If no one really minded her stench, then what reason was there to stop? The rest of the day passed in a similar way as the first half, other than Marinette letting out a burst of gas every twenty minutes or so. By the end of the day, the class had filed out as normal; Marinette included, though with a distinct trail of her own lust-filled secretions following her path.

That night, Marinette made her way to Dupont just like the night before, and this time, SuperSlob was waiting for her. They exchanged no words as SuperSlob took her to her apartment, and when Marinette was firmly strapped in, SuperSlob snapped her fingers. Marinette 's pupils dilated as she took in her surroundings. Memories of the previous night's events flooded in, but more important in her mind were the memories of the day juxtaposed with the knowledge that she was brainwashed into doing them. The realization should have struck horror into her heart, but instead she bit her lip, relishing the idea. "How was your day, Ladybug?" SuperSlob asked. As Marinette opened her mouth, the villain cut her off. "Don't bother answering slut, I know how it went. You're quite a bit bigger than you were yesterday, you're covered in food, and... well, your panties are more pussy juice than fabric at this point. You were a good slob today, just like me." Sheepishly, Marinette nodded and looked at the ground. SuperSlob's sour stench tickled at her nose, and all she could feel was hunger. "You remember that I forced you to like all this... what do you have to say about that?" SuperSlob paused. "You can speak now, by the way." Marinette looked up. "I-I... uh... I'm disgusted." "Oh, are you now? You don't sound like it." She flushed red, looking to her left. "I-I mean, well... I should be disgusted, I should be angry, but--" "But you're not, are you?" SuperSlob loomed over her. Marinette shook her head, squirming. "Because this is how you should really be. How everyone should be." SuperSlob let that revelation hang in the air, but Marinette didn't have anything to say about it. After a while, she asked, "So... what are you going to do now, SuperSlob?" SuperSlob thought for a moment then shrugged. "Well, you're going to be forced through another round of brainwashing, just to round you out, y'know? Make you perfectly filthy like me. But before that..." SuperSlob gripped the base of her cock, lifting the massive thing up and wapping Marinette in the chest with it. "...we're going to have some fun." Marinette gasped. SuperSlob couldn't possibly expect her to take that, could she? The thing was absolutely giant! Half hard as it was, it was nearly a foot and a half in length and as thick as Marinette 's wrist, with vascular veins spiralling around it. SuperSlob's balls hung heavily beneath them, softballs or even larger in size, and they visibly churned as they pumped out pre and stored up cum. Anticipating what Marinette was thinking, SuperSlob didn't give her any time to protest. Instead she pressed her body up against Marinette 's, fat against fat, and lifted an arm. SuperSlob's sweaty stench burned into Marinette 's nose, and her eyes rolled back, mouth hanging open. "F-Fuuuuck..." she groaned, barely able to think. SuperSlob began to grind on her, thrusting her massive cock against Marinette 's clothed breasts before leaning in for a kiss. Marinette was in no position, physically or mentally, to resist, and soon they were locked into a deep, sloppy makeout session. She felt her tongue wrestling with SuperSlob's against her conscious will, but soon she simply gave in and enjoyed it. When Marinette finally relaxed, SuperSlob pulled back, eliciting a needy whine from the bound superhero. "Oh, don't you worry," SuperSlob said, "I'm not leaving you alone." She reached down and pulled Marinette 's panties aside, revealing her drooling mound. Despite all the extra layers of fat, it was still nearly as attractive as it had ever been. Not for long, though. SuperSlob lined up her cock with Marinette 's hole, gripped her victim by the arms for leverage, and sank in with a long, drawn out moan. The second she was penetrated, Marinette 's eyes rolled back again, and in seconds she joined SuperSlob in the moan. Why did it feel so good? Shouldn't this hurt? Inch after inch slid into her, stretching her pussy out beyond repair, but instead of sharp pains or a burning sensation, Marinette just felt pure pleasure. Finally, SuperSlob bottomed out. She stayed there a while, shaking at the tightness of Marinette 's cunt. "Virgin, are we?" she murmured, but before Marinette could reply she pulled out, quickly establishing a slow, steady rhythm. The fucking went on for hours. Every time SuperSlob felt close she'd pull out, cock throbbing and spewing pre, and Marinette would sag in her bonds, mentally and physically exhausted but begging for more. The exertion was massive, but the pleasure that both of them got from destroying Marinette 's pussy was entirely worth it. Finally, as the sun began to rise, SuperSlob felt herself getting close but chose not to pull out. "F-Fuck, fuuuuck, I'm close." Marinette had long since devolved into a gibbering mess, but her eyes focused as she realized what SuperSlob was about to do. "N-no, no I'm not on the--!" But it was far too late. SuperSlob let out a bestial groan and slammed in one final time, her balls retracting as she pumped stream after stream of thick, steaming cum into Marinette 's womb. Already a substantial paunch, Marinette 's belly swelled with the sheer amount of seed flowing into it. While it was uncomfortable, it gave her the same wonderfully full feeling that she'd gotten after devouring all the cakes, and Marinette quickly decided it was a feeling she wanted again and again. A minute later SuperSlob pulled out, panting. Marinette looked barely conscious, and SuperSlob felt just about the same. "L-La... Ladybug..." she murmured, sitting down on the nearby couch. "G-Go home and... and forget about all of this. Tonight... meet me back here. Meet me back here every single night you can." Marinette opened her mouth to ask to be released, but she realized with a start that her bonds had been loosened hours ago. She stepped down from the table, wavering on her feet somewhat before trudging home, leaving a trail of thick, white cum behind her.

The weeks passed by quickly for her. By day, she would spend her time becoming more and more corrupt, slobbier and slobbier. Her weight ballooned to the point where she barely fit any of her clothes, and showering became a thing of the past. She became proud of her stench, and her constant farts and belches became a running joke in her class. They all became accustomed to the new Marinette, and though most weren't quite comfortable with it, the gas pacified them enough. In some instances, a few even began to slowly pack on the pounds in much the same way as she did. By night, she was putty in the hands of SuperSlob, their combined masses rocking the apartment as her body was relentlessly used by SuperSlob's massive cock. Every waking moment of the two of them together, all Marinette could feel were feelings of pure euphoria as the massive blobs that were their bodies continually clashed, sweat and grime mixing and festering, creating a funk no one had ever seen, or rather smelt, before. And like every night, Marinette found herself stumbling back home by the end of it all, each trip a greater and greater struggle, as she passed out in bed.

Marinette woke early one morning, the first thing she made a point to do was sticking her hands down her panties. SuperSlob's thick white cum was still drooling out of her, but she paid it no mind, but simply used it as a lube to aid her fingers as they pushed into her gaping cunt. She'd gained another dozen pounds or so while she slept, her infected body absorbing the cum like it was pure lard. Yawning, she stretched and swung herself out of bed. The panties, skirt and shirt she'd been wearing for the past two days were still on her, and despite seeing their stained, disheveled state, she had no qualms about heading straight downstairs with them on. She didn't even bother to stop fingering herself as she entered the kitchen. "Marinette, we-- oh what the hell?" Marinette's mom dropped the cake she was holding when she caught sight of Marinette's disgusting state. Things had been changing over the last few weeks, and Marinette had finally reached the point where not even the subtle infusion of her body odor and gas was enough to keep her mother silent on the changes. "Marinette, honey," she said, sitting on the edge of the counter, "we need to talk. This weight thing, it's gone way too far. Your father and I are worried about you, and..." Her mother continued to talk but Marinette tuned her out. She just stared blankly at her parent, the words going in one ear and out the other, and then down at the cake, which had been smashed beyond repair when it hit the floor. A deep, relentless hunger growled deep inside her. Marinette knew it was time to shut her mother up and just dig in. "Mother?" Marinette's mother stopped speaking as her daughter interrupted her. "What is it, honey?" For a long moment, Marinette said and did nothing. Then, just as her mother's patience was wearing thin, she lifted her left leg, stuck out her ass, and relaxed. A long, high pitched hissing filled the room as she delivered a silent fart. The disgusting odor filled the air, making her mother gag before she could get a whole word in. The silent burst of gas transformed into a loud one as Marinette fell to all fours and buried her face in the cake. Marinette's mother did her best to withstand its effects; something was seriously, seriously wrong, and every instinct inside her screamed for her to fix it. She took a few weak steps forward, but as she opened her mouth to plead again, her words died on her lips; the stench was too much. With a groan, she fell to her knees, shaking and moaning as she began to feverishly rub at her crotch. Marinette was completely oblivious to the whole thing. After all, she was far, far too focused on something more important; the food directly in front of her. There wasn't a single moment that wasn't spent swallowing cake or shoving it in her mouth until the entire thing was gone, save for the occasions when her belly groaned too much and she had to let out a long, deep belch. When she finally finished, Marinette stood back up and observed with pride as her belly and body grew, fat layering on as she watched. She knew full well that it wasn't right, that it was wrong, but she enjoyed it. She enjoyed it, and so should everyone else in Paris. Once she was satisfied that she had stunk up the air so badly that no amount of freshener could cover it, she grabbed a small cheesecake for the road and set off to school. By this time, everyone in class knew to avoid her. Alya tried to approach her at first, but the mere sight of the thick cum drooling out her cunt drove Marinette's friend far away. Those who weren't repulsed by her smell were repulsed by the physical transformation she'd experienced through the last few weeks. Though her gas had done much to soften their minds towards her disgusting ways, that only worked for her stench; her rapid weight gain and lack of cleaning were still revolting to them. This morning's weight gain had put her over the edge; while in the past, her struggling was limited to knocking over a couple of chairs, this time she was knocking over whole tables and delodging the row from its proper place. When she settled down, her ass had grown so much that she had to use two chairs to prop herself up, one cheek per chair, and she had to set her flabby belly on the table so she could scootch in. Marinette smiled, well aware of the changes. Why shouldn't she embrace them? The fact that her breasts had fattened so much they threatened to burst out her shirt wasn't an issue, it just gave her a table to set her cheesecake on. When class began, everyone tried to ignore the elephant in the room. Marinette tried to pay attention like she used to, but this time, there was no hope of it. She was barely ten minutes in before her mind began to wander, and soon she began to idly rub between her legs. The wet schlick of her fingers ramming into her pussy could be heard over the din of the class and the instructor, and soon it was silent as everyone stared at her. There was no question of what she was doing, but no one could comprehend why she would be doing it in public. Marinette caught their glances and grinned, beginning to rub her swollen nipples through her shirt. "What? Wanna fuck me?" She asked with a giggle, spreading her legs. "Adrian, I bet you wanna sink that cock into me, dontcha?" A fart punctuated her question, and Marinette giggled again. "Come on, don't you like it?" Adrian, as well as the rest of the class, began to gag as the smell of her fart began to permeate the room. This was something far worse than what she'd been subjecting them to through the last few weeks, and like her mother, they couldn't deal with it. Marinette noticed the difference and spread her legs, concentrating to push out another burst of gas, then another, and another. Soon there was no escaping the scent. It was like she was gassing the entire class. As people began to try to flee, Marinette upped her game, adding belches in between each fart. She knew she would never live it down, but being so disgusting in front of others just felt so good, and each long, deep fart brought her that much closer to climax. The classroom emptied out in minutes, and soon the school did too. The stench was travelling down the halls, making it so that not a single room in the entire building remained habitable. There were a few unfortunate people down in the basement who had been unable to leave in time; they sat slumped against the walls in a daze, idly rubbing their genitals as the gas threatened to rot their minds. One pair, a brother and sister, was already fucking, with the brother pissing up his sister's cunt, while her tongue plunged up his nose, digging for gold. About forty minutes and ten orgasms in, Marinette heard the school door open and stopped. Who could that be? There was no way the police had even come to their school yet, let alone gotten gas masks. She squinted through the haze to see a massive form appearing. A jolt of pleasure rushed up and down her body at the sight of it, though she couldn't recall why she associated mind-blowing orgasms with this particular figure. Soon the shape solidified, and SuperSlob stepped into the classroom. "Huh, Ladybug. So this is where you spend your days. Looks like you've been busy." Marionette shot to her feet - or else, she would have, had she not been several hundred pounds heavier than the last time she had to spring into action. Instead she just sorta wobbled, gasping and wheezing a moment before finally struggling to her feet. A bang behind her made her jump; her fat ass had knocked over both her chairs. With a blush, she turned to face the intruder that somehow knew her secret identity. "SuperSlob! How did you find out my identity?" Her heart sank - if she couldn't fix this, her identity would be exposed, and she couldn't be Ladybug any longer. SuperSlob grinned and strolled forward, arms crossed against her massive breasts. "It wasn't hard, you showed me yourself! Though you wouldn't remember it, would you?" The only sound was Marinette and SuperSlob's strained breathing as the villian's words processed in Marinette's mind. She'd told SuperSlob her secret? But she didn't remember any of it! That must have meant some sort of hypnosis involved... As she worked through the logic of it all, so many things fell into place. Her sudden weight gain, her gas, her vile behavior and unquenchable appetite, even her sex drive... "No, I..." All at once, the anxiety and horror that should have been building up for the past few weeks hit her. Marinette let out a cry of horror and fell to her knees. All of this... all of this was a lie! "You!" she yelled, glaring up at SuperSlob. "You did this to me! None of this was me, it was you all along!" SuperSlob shook her head, slowly approaching the table. "Oh, poor Marinette. Poor Ladybug. I'm surprised it took you so long to figure out - maybe that gas of mine fried your IQ as well." Marinette's cheeks colored, but she did her best not to show it. "Well, it doesn't matter! Now that I've figured it out, I'm going to kick your butt and free you from the akuma!" The villain couldn't help but chuckle. "Oh, Ladybug... do you really think you could beat me in that state? I'm a supervillain! I'm fat but I can move, I'm built to accommodate! You? You're just a slobby, overweight mess, now aren't you?" It was true. SuperSlob could walk around like it was nothing, though she wheezed as she did it, but Marinette had trouble getting up faster than a minute. Could she really go toe to toe with a supervillain in this state? Even if she transformed into Ladybug, how much would that really help? Gods, where even was Tiki? Marinette hadn't seen her come out of the purse in days. Feeling secure in her physical victory, SuperSlob stepped forward, reaching down and tracing a single finger down Marinette's softened jawline. "Besides, do you even want this to stop, really? All this fat... doesn't it feel so good? Doesn't it just excite you to be so disgusting, so slobbery? You're such a freak that you fingered yourself in front of your mother while eating cake off the ground like a pig. You want this life. You need it. You wouldn't really give it up." Marinette shrunk away, looking to her left. "N-No, I... it's not me. It can't be me. You did this to me, somehow." SuperSlob raised an eyebrow. "Somehow..? Ah, right, you don't remember any of our sessions, do you? Well, let me help with that." The villain snapped her fingers, and like that all the memories came flooding back into Marinette's mind. Her first rape, the feeling of chunky, corrupted cum flooding her cunt, the pain as that massive cock drilled up her ass, down her throat... the smell of the slob's piss, her breath... it all made her so painfully, overwhelmingly aroused. Her cunt started to leak again, and she just barely managed to resist the temptation to start masturbating. It really did all happen... she was raped constantly, warped by SuperSlob, forced to give into her depravity... Wait. Forced? Marinette shot SuperSlob a withering look as she struggled back to her feet, a new sense of determination surging within her. "That's where you're wrong, SuperSlob. You say I want all this, I want this life... but it was you who brainwashed me! I don't want this, and all I have to do is resist your programming until I take you down!" She stood there, crossing her arms triumphantly, but to her surprise, SuperSlob didn't react. At least, not the way she'd expected. Marinette assumed once she'd pointed out the flaw in SuperSlob's logic, the villain would flee, or start fighting, or... something. Instead she just stood there, looking amused. "Oh, poor Ladybug. You really think I was hypnotizing and brainwashing you this entire time? That your whole degradation is due to my influence?" SuperSlob leaned in, pressing her lips against Marinette's ears. "Oh, no. No, Ladybug. I stopped manipulating you after the second session. Everything else, all our fucks after, all your disgusting, revolting acts during the day... that was all you." Marinette's eyes flew wide. It couldn't be true... but she knew it to be. If all these urges really were her, then what hope was there of her overcoming them? Before she could really follow that logic too much further, SuperSlob grabbed Marinette by her breasts and yanked her to her knees again, pulling out her massive slab of filthy cock and pressing it against the young girl's lips. "I can tell it's going to take you way too long to figure out your next move on your own... so I'm gonna show you just how amazing it'll feel once you join me." With that she plunged her cock deep down Marinette's throat. The schoolgirl's throat bulged out, and she did her best to scream, only for it to be blocked entirely by SuperSlob's cock. The taste was atrocious, it made her want to puke... but at the same time, it make her pussy tingle, and it was all she could do not to rub it. Her nipples perked up, showing plainly through her drool, grease and sweat soaked uniform. SuperSlob began to thrust inside, building up a fast but steady rhythm. Every four thrusts she pulled out just enough for Marinette to take a breath, but otherwise kept up her brutal assault the entire time. Marinette found that she didn't even have to gag; that reflex had been ruined during their filthy nights of training. The constant assault on her senses started to wear at her, however, and her defenses began to wane. Before long, Marinette's eyes rolled back, and one hand left the ground to start tweaking at her nipples. Yellowish milk spurted out, soaking through her shirt and dripping to the ground in thick chunks. It felt so fucking good to get her throat drilled like that, and she started to gag and glurk, heaving wetly with each thrust. She didn't have to do it, but it just made it so much hotter. "There we go," cooed SuperSlob, "that's it. Doesn't it feel so good? Don't you just want to keep getting more and more disgusting, devote your life to this feeling?" Marinette obviously couldn't reply, but by the way she moaned, it was obvious she was at least considering SuperSlob's offer. She took her other hand off the ground, the entire weight of her body now supported on the slobby villain's cock, and began to push her fists into her cunt, jamming both of them in there and stretching it as wide as possible. God, why not give in at this point? Her body was ruined, and her reputation was destroyed. There was no going back, and why should she fear something that feels so good? There was nothing left for her in her old life, and there'd never be any fixing this. She was too weak to defeat SuperSlob, and without the lucky charm, she couldn't reset things to the way they were. It was hopeless. After a few minutes, SuperSlob pulled back and looked down at Marinette. The formerly preppy girl was a mess; her hair was frazzled, her face was red, and her entire upper torso was covered in a mixture of throat snot and precum. Despite the ravishing she'd just recieved, she had a dopey grin on her face. The villain took a few steps back as Marinette struggled to her feet, watching with interest. Was she really going to push through it all and resist? A part of her was nervous she would; for all the big talk, SuperSlob wasn't really certain she could beat Ladybug fairly, even in her ruined state. That worry grew as Marinette called 'Tikki, Spots On!' and transformed into Ladybug. "...so?" SuperSlob asked. "What'll it be?" Marinette, now Ladybug, looked up and down her new body with a grin. The latex catsuit definitely accentuated her curves, making her look even heavier. It was a look that she liked. "...what do you say we see if we can't find us Cat Noir?"